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Title: "Sober"
Fandom:Yellow
Author:compli_cait
Prompt:youkai_girl, "follow-up to 'Intoxication'"
Characters: Kanji, Kei (Kanji x Kei)
Length: 4476 words
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Non-canon pairing; smut.
Summary: A now sober Kanji and Kei share another interesting and intimate experience two weeks after their drunken encounter in Taki and Goh's bathroom.
Notes: This began as a drabble request to continue the storyline started in one of the prize fics I wrote for the 2007 cafe_roost  holiday contest, but the ideas started flowing and this is what I ended up with. I'm not discounting the possibility of a further continuation of this story, but for now, please enjoy this new installment.
Disclaimer: Yellow is owned by Makoto Tateno and published in English by Digital Manga, Inc. The only profit made from this story is in personal enjoyment.

Sober

Kanji slung the convenience store bag over his shoulder as he fished in his pocket for the key to his apartment building. The nights were getting cold now and Kanji hopped from one leg to the other to keep moving. He'd only run out to buy himself a quick dinner and hadn't put on a coat so he was anxious to get inside.

Walking up the stairs, Kanji sighed a little. It wasn't that his life was generally depressing, but he couldn't help but think that he was missing something. It was true that he had friends in school, and a sweet part-time job, which if he was allowed to actually talk about would make him the envy of all his peers, but somehow, coming home to his one room apartment every night left him feeling empty.

It'd been two weeks since Taki and Goh had returned from their vacation. It'd also been two weeks since their welcome home party, the party he met Goh's former partner and lover, Kei, at for a second time. The one after which they both crashed, intoxicated, at Taki and Goh's place and ended up in the bathroom together and...

Kanji shook his head. He brought his free hand to his mouth and feigned blowing warm breath on it in the drafty hallway. He did not need to think about Kei right now. The older man had essentially used his body for pleasure and then disappeared without a word. Every night these past two weeks Kanji had replayed that encounter in his mind. Every night he remembered it in vivid detail, unable to sleep.

It felt like a dream, he could hardly believe it had actually happened. His only proof that it had was a brief conversation he'd had with Goh a couple of days later when the snatcher reprimanded him for using the condom that was stashed on the toilet without permission and not replacing it. Goh wasn't really angry about it; at least, Kanji didn't think he was. He was reasonably sure that Goh was simply letting him know that he knew what happened and teasing him about it, while on the surface playing the part of the "scolding parent."

It was a little embarrassing to have been found out, but Goh was someone that Kanji looked up to and who wouldn't look down on him about having a one night intoxicated encounter with another man, even if that other man was someone he used to be with and it happened in his bathroom.

Kanji trudged down the hall with his head low. He reached into his pocket and drew his keys back out, turning them over in his hand; he wasn't really searching for the correct key to his apartment door, but to get his mind off of the current topic. No matter how he looked at it, he'd been used like a piece of meat and he'd probably never see the other man again.

 

Kei'd said, "Let's do it again sometime," and when Kanji remembered watching the slim figure wave dismissively at him as he departed, he replayed those words in his mind over and over again. That didn't mean Kei'd had any intention of returning. Why would an adult as attractive as Kei seek out pleasure with some loudmouth high school student? It was ridiculous to think that he'd want to have anything to do with Kanji again, and Kanji knew it. He knew it, but knowing hurt. It was silly to get lost in the memory of a drunken night of sex; he knew that, too.

He was sure this was just some teenage sexual frustration and the feeling would pass with time. Maybe he should find a girlfriend? He knew he liked girls, even if he was comfortable sleeping with men, too. Boys his age were supposed to date, right? It wasn't that he wasn't popular with the girls in his class, either. He just hadn't ever paid them that much mind before. He was always so busy with work or practicing his magic tricks after school and never hung out with anyone. Perhaps all he needed was the attentions of his peers and things would go back to "normal" inside him.

Resolved to accept the next invitation to a group date from his friends, Kanji turned his attention finally towards his apartment door. Almost immediately he halted, dropping his keys to the floor. Leaning aside the door, arms crossed with one foot drawn up and resting on the wall, was the object of his thoughts.

Kei turned his head and smiled that charming and enigmatic smile of his. Kanji just mouthed, unable to form any sound, let alone a coherent thought. He could swear Kei's eyes were laughing at him.

"Hi there," Kei voiced through his smile.

"Uh, hi," Kanji replied reflexively.

Kei motioned to the floor. "You dropped your keys." His eyes were laughing again, but they looked less foreboding than before.

"Uh, yeah," Kanji mumbled as he leaned over to pick them up. Pausing for a breath, he tried to compose himself. As he stood back up again he considered the situation. First and foremost he wondered how Kei knew where he lived.

"Aren't you going to invite me in? It's freezing out here," the older man interrupted his thoughts.

Kanji forced a smile and nodded, fumbling with the door, almost dropping his keys again before he managed to open it. He moved to enter, flipping on the light switch and stepping aside to allow Kei to follow him in. He took another breath in an attempt to build up some courage, then turned toward the other man, who was leisurely inspecting his filthy apartment with his eyes.

"Uh, how--"

"--Did I know where you lived?" Kei finished for him, having toed off his shoes already and wandered from the genkan. "It's my job to find things," he continued, seemingly having read Kanji's mind. "Finding out where things are and then 'stealing' them is sort of my forte, you know?"

Kanji could only nod. It was true that the first time they met, this would be their third, Kei had talked about his partnership with Goh and how he'd been the "brains" who found the drugs or guns and Goh was the "muscle," who actually went out and did the stealing. It was also true that Kei had been the one who found Taki for Sandfish, so finding the apartment of some teenager was probably a breeze for him. How he'd gotten into the building was another question, though. Goh was the lock-picker of the two of them.

"The landlady let me in. She said it was too cold to wait for you outside and that 'if I was Kanji's friend I should just go up and wait for him because he said he'd be right back' or something like that." Kei smiled again. "She really seems to like you, to be so excited about you having a visitor. I guess you don't bring many friends home?"

Kei was meandering between the piles of dirty laundry on the floor, not paying them much mind as he walked the length of the small room. Kanji was, after all, a teenage boy living on his own, so he was invariably a slob: leaving his clothes strewn about and his dishes unwashed in the sink. He seldom even put his futon away. Opening the refrigerator door, Kei only discovered a carton of recently expired milk and the remainder of what may have once been some Chinese food. Either way, the contents were inedible.

"Uh, I just went to the store if you're hungry." Kanji offered the bag with his meager dinner to Kei, not even considering that it really wasn't enough for two people to make a meal out of.

"That's all right. It's not why I came." Kei closed the door and turned back towards Kanji, who was still standing by the front door.

"Why did you--" Kanji started, but was interrupted by those laughing eyes once more.

"Are you going to stand there all night," the former snatcher asked, looking the teen up and down. His gaze was piercing, like it had been the last time, only their positions were switched now: Kanji standing in the still open doorway and Kei by the sink.

Kanji bent down to quickly untie his shoes. His fingers were shaking and it took some effort to get the first one off. Just has he undid the laces on the other one he saw a shadow cast above him.

"Trouble?" Kanji didn't dare look up and meet the other man's gaze. He was sure he'd fall right over if he did. It didn't help that Kei seemed to have knelt down in front of him. He could feel the man's breath on his neck and smell the faint scent of soap. He must have taken a shower somewhere before coming over here tonight. Kanji wondered whether it was in his own home or where that might be.

"Uh, n-no," Kanji stumbled to reply as he started to pull the shoe off his foot.

"Good."

Kanji felt a pressure on his head, pulling his face up. He only caught a glimpse of Kei's mouth before it disappeared against his own. The older man wrapped both hands around Kanji's head, pulling it against him. It was simple to coax the teen's mouth open, allowing Kei the opportunity to explore its insides, though the shifting of his center of gravity and the suddenness of the kiss knocked Kanji off-balance as he was still only halfway out of his second shoe. He kicked his leg upwards, catching the inside of the still open door and knocking it closed as he slipped forward and into Kei's body. Kei wasn't ready for such a shift of body weight into him and they both tumbled onto the tatami of Kanji's living space. Kei managed to not let go of Kanji's head, though, and pulled him down, intensifying the kiss before the younger man could pull away.

Kanji, having lost himself to the embrace, settled between Kei's legs, pressing his already hard member into the other man's groin. Breaking their lips apart at last, Kanji kissed down Kei's chin, across his throat and onto his exposed collarbone. He could feel Kei's body reacting, and encouraged by the other man's aroused groans Kanji slid his hands down the slim torso.

Finding purchase on Kei's hips, Kanji ground against him. Emboldened further by the cries that elicited, Kanji pushed his hand up Kei's shirt, ghosting fingertips up his chest until he reached a nipple.

"Ah, wait," Kei finally cried out, grabbing the intruding hand through the fabric of his shirt.

Kanji stopped abruptly. Panting heavily he realized that he'd gotten ahead of himself. Kei'd simply offered him a kiss and he'd practically knocked the man over and molested him without thinking.

"I, uh, I-I'm sorry," he managed as he pulled himself off the other man. His embarrassment turned to confusion when he saw Kei start to convulse. The former snatcher was laughing, and not just with his eyes this time.

"So boring," he remarked, a hint of disappointment in his voice.

"Huh?"

"I'd settle for the impulsively loud boy who doesn't stop to think about the consequences of his blathering over this pathetic display."

"B-but you said to wait," Kanji sputtered.

"Yeah, the tatami's digging into my back. It's not very comfortable." Kei sat up, rubbing his lower back.

"Oh." Part of Kanji was relieved that he hadn't stepped over the line after all, but another part of him was embarrassed at his own lack of "adult" understanding of the situation and his inability to react calmly in the presence of this man.

"Yeah, so, come on." Kei grabbed Kanji's shirt by the collar and practically dragged him across the floor to the futon. He pushed the pliant teen down onto it and straddled his thighs.

"What do you think I came here for," he asked as he shoved his hand into Kanji's pants. Any loss to the younger man's arousal was quickly returned. "Where's the confident guy who screwed me into the bathroom floor? I want to see him again," the former snatcher muttered as he leaned over for another kiss.

Kanji drew his arms up to cup the sides of Kei's face as their lips joined, but the other man pulled back a little. Kanji faltered, immediately cursing himself for his lack of confidence again. Kei only smiled this time.

"You know," he started as he worked to unbutton and unzip the younger man's pants and draw out his manhood. "I don't usually like kissing when I have sex." He paused, giving Kanji just enough time to feel his self-doubt rise again. "But," he continued as he gripped the exposed member firmly in both hands, stroking along its full length with a surety of his own that Kanji couldn't help but envy. "You're incredibly tempting." He leaned forward to capture the teen's lips briefly, leaned in closer and then finished, "I can't resist giving you a taste."

Maybe it was the way Kei was touching him, or the tone of his voice, whispering in his ear just now, but it was too much for the young man. He crested easily over the edge, coming with a slight tremor onto his own, still-clothed abdomen.

"So quick," Kei chuckled. "I guess I'll have to do it myself again." He looked around the room until he located a bottle of lotion lying knocked over a few feet from the futon.

"And what's this," he grinned at Kanji, waving it before the teen's eyes. "What do you use this for so close to your bed," he teased.

Kanji knew he should feel embarrassed right now, but he still wasn't recovered from his recent orgasm and the older man hadn't wasted any time removing his own clothes after asking, though it appeared Kei wasn't done yet. Seeming like he'd just come up with some devilish thought, the former snatcher leaned over Kanji once again, fully nude and with a palm full of the cool liquid, he applied it to the young man's quickly reawakening member.

"Do you touch yourself, Kanji?" Kei's hot breath against his ear was torturous on its own, but the sound of his own name being spoken, even in the context of this teasing, was almost too much for him. What Kei whispered next nearly drove Kanji's heart through his chest.

"Do you think of me when you're doing it?"

Satisfied at last, Kei drew back. Kanji lay there, unable to move of his own will, breath ragged.

 

"Take off your clothes," was the only thing that registered as he felt Kei begin to prepare himself with whatever remained of the lotion on his fingers. Automatically Kanji complied, pulling his soiled shirt over his head and pushing his pants down to his thighs before sitting up. It was a little tricky getting them past his knees with Kei straddling him, but he managed somehow and kicked them off at last.

By this time Kei was clearly ready and he pushed the younger man back down. Using one arm against the futon next to Kanji's chest for balance, Kei positioned himself easily, pushing down onto the young man's sex with an efficiency that belied the innocence in his appearance at first glance. It was only in moments like this that one could truly acknowledge the crafty nature of Kei's countenance. Of course, it was also times like this that were the hardest to concentrate on such thoughts. Kanji in particular was focused on his breathing, trying hard not to tip over the edge and reveal his own true nature as an easily excitable and inexperienced teenager and spill himself into the older man.

He wasn't wearing a condom, and he realized in this late stage that he didn't actually have any. The too-intimate feeling of his flesh against and inside the other's, moving in long, slow strokes, quickly overwhelmed Kanji. He needed to stop this before he climaxed again, but all he could manage were helpless moans and feeble attempts to grasp at Kei's hips and still him.

"Close again already?" Kei seemed to read the desperation in Kanji's eyes. "We can't have that, now can we?" The older man pulled off and leaned over to his discarded pants. As relieved as Kanji was consciously at the separation, his body cried out against the loss of sensation, following the retreating form instinctively.

Slim fingers steadied his hips as the lust-filled voice of his lover, for better or worse, asked him not to move. The thin latex sheath being applied to him would give him peace of mind, as well as, hopefully, desensitize him long enough to satisfy the other man.

By the time Kei was repositioned, Kanji was sitting up, arms wrapped around him, inviting him back. Kei took the opportunity to draw Kanji into another passionate kiss, threading his fingers through the young man's long hair to grip the back of his head. Kanji melted into it, allowing himself to at last be lost in the feeling of this other man's body.

The former snatcher was moving in short, quick thrusts now, which only spurred Kanji to action. He suddenly felt that, instead of too much, this wasn't enough, and the switch in that decision was all that he needed to grab Kei, finally, and draw him up and back, falling onto the cushioned mat and pressing him down into it with the full weight of his body.

Kei let out an audible cry. This was what he'd been waiting for, he thought, as Kanji finally of his own will began to move inside of him. That serious expression, focused on driving into him, obsessed only with seeking pleasure inside his body, and driven to it from Kei's own seduction, drove the former snatcher to the heights of ecstasy. It was the kind of power that was hard to grasp and even harder to hold onto; once he had it he wanted to let it go. In fact, his control was completely stripped now as the teen mercilessly thrust in and out, simply left to wait for his body to reach its peak and erupt.

It didn't take long and, without warning, Kei sprayed himself all over the space between them. It seemed that Kanji wasn't quite there yet himself and showed no signs of giving pause. He simply reached down between them and took Kei's weakening member into one hand, pumping its over-sensitized length along with his thrusts. It didn't take long to bring him back to full arousal, but it seemed by then that Kanji was too close to bring him to climax again before his own.

The younger man's movements became erratic at last, attempting with his last few thrusts to draw out his orgasm, hoping it would be enough to satisfy both of them, before emptying himself. Kanji paused, focusing on something other than his own reached pleasure. He pulled back and out of Kei swiftly, pushing up onto his elbows to look between them. Upon seeing the older man's still erect member and realizing that his efforts weren't enough after all, the teen slid down and without hesitation took Kei's sex into his mouth.

He'd never touched another man this way before, but of course before two weeks ago he'd never touched another man at all, unless you counted that one completely failed attempt with Goh. Nevertheless, Kanji pushed forward with his lips, undaunted by the sweet-salty taste of the other man's essense. Kei bucked into him, unable to hide either his surprise or his delight at being pleasured this way, especially after his partner had already found his own release.

It seemed Kanji wasn't done with him yet, though, and before Kei could reach his second climax, the younger man pulled away. He almost called out to the teen to return and finish what he started, but when he leaned forward he saw the young man pulling on a fresh condom, having discarded the previous one at some point. The former snatcher shook with anticipation as he laid back down, waiting for this young man to penetrate him once more.

His hips were grabbed, and to his surprise he was turned over. Kanji positioned himself behind and plunged in, not as proficiently as Kei could manage it, but certainly with a passion that made up for his lack of experience. A hand snaked quickly around him and the teen resumed stroking Kei's member in time with his thrusts.

This position afforded better leverage for Kanji and the almost bruising force of his pounding pushed Kei deep into the cushion, unable to lift himself up. He was additionally unable to bite back his lust-filled cries, burying his face in the futon as well to muffle them.

Kanji's third orgasm would come quickly, but this time Kei was right there with him. They emptied themselves together at last and collapsed limply, panting and gently shaking with the aftershocks of their release and the aftereffects of the adrenaline in their veins. Left in the silence of the room, both men succumbed to their fatigue, relaxing their bodies and minds on the way towards sleep.

Kei didn't seem inclined to move. The last time Kanji found himself in this position, rolled onto his back next to the other man, trying desperately to catch his breath, Kei had already gotten up, dressed and made a bee-line for the door. Glancing over at the still motionless form, Kanji could finally wonder what brought the former snatcher here. Kei'd mentioned that his job was to "find" and then "steal" things. Well, he mused, Kei'd found him, probably very easily, but what did he have worth stealing? He looked around the apartment. There were no valuables worth taking here, not even enough cash to get the older man a taxi home tonight. And if he had the inclination to consider his own body worth something to take, Kei'd already taken his virtue the last time they met. So what was left?

Kanji was mature enough not to expect anything just because he slept with this man twice. He knew that Kei was a flight risk and he knew that there was a good chance he was just being toyed with. Toyed with or simply used for some purpose, anyway. If he thought about it, their first time was some vague act of revenge against Goh and Taki for their own pleasure on that night, even if, ultimately, neither of the snatchers cared. It was something in the moment that Kei had reacted to, seeking out a hot body, which ultimately had been his by virtue of proximity and degree of intoxication.

They were sober this time, however. There would be no excuses for why this encounter had happened, though it didn't seem that either man was interested in coming up with any. What they did need to consider was what it meant and where they would go from here. The nights were cold now and they would only get colder as winter approached. He couldn't help but wonder if he was just being used tonight for a warm bed to crash in, or if Kei had specifically sought the younger man out for company. He wouldn't be able to ask, though. He wasn't sure he had his usual confidence with this particular man to confront him on the issue. He was pretty certain that Kei wouldn't volunteer the answer, anyway.

Kanji sat up. He was still exhausted, but he knew he needed to clean up. He leaned over and grabbed a relatively clean towel off of one of the piles of laundry and quietly made his way over to the sink. Dampening it, he wiped down his front and discarded the condom. He'd need to remember to find the other one and throw it away, too. Not knowing whether Kei was sleeping or not he returned to the futon. He didn't want to disturb the other man, but he also didn't want him to sleep unclothed like this. He lightly gripped Kei's shoulder and when that didn't elicit a response he very carefully turned him over. He used the towel to wipe down Kei's front and then threw it back on the laundry pile. He then took a shirt that looked somewhat clean and laid it out over the soiled spot on the futon. Finally, he grabbed the blanket that had been kicked to one side, settled down next to the other man and covered them both.

As he dozed off, dinner completely forgotten, Kanji wondered absently whether he would awaken in the morning to an empty bed, or if Kei would still be there, lying beside him, sleeping soundly like he presumably was right now. If his body and mind weren't already so exhausted, the worry of that question might have been enough to keep the teen awake, but he seemed to have found that feeling empty like this was one way to stave off the insomnia that had tormented him for the last two weeks. The irony of filling one kind of emptiness with another was lost on him though, as his consciousness finally slipped away.

Lying next to the now sleeping Kanji, Kei had to wonder if he should go now while the young man was sleeping or stay and at the very least greet him in the morning before leaving. It was already very late and he was indeed very tired, but there were a lot of things he needed to consider in making a choice like this. First, he needed to decide what staying or leaving meant. The sex had been fantastic and he certainly wouldn't mind giving it a third shot sometime, but he had to be careful about letting Kanji get too attached. He was a sweet kid and the former snatcher didn't want to have to break his heart by dragging this out. Of course, that was to assume that he would never consider establishing some kind of relationship with the boy, and perhaps that was something that Kei needed to consider as well.

Right now what he wanted was to rest, though. It'd been a rough couple of weeks and this respite was far too tempting not to take advantage of. Deciding his choice didn't matter for the moment, since either way he could just feign exhaustion for staying if he ultimately wanted to ditch, he allowed himself to close his eyes. Wondering whether he would awaken before the teen or not, Kei supposed he'd figure out his next move when he needed to as sleep finally overtook him.

It would be morning before either man had his answers.