TENDER LOVE

Miyagi, as he held Shinobu's hand and led them up to their apartment, he felt a sharp pain stab his heart. The knowledge that he'd have so little time to spend with Shinobu-chin filled him with insurmountable anguish. Being the older and a smoker to boot, why was it not he whom faced the icy cold grip of deaths boney fingers?

'If I could take Shinobu's place, I would. He at least is young enough to find a new love,' the thought caused his heart to ache once more. He wondered why his most beloved ones always were the first to go.

He'd loved his Sensei, but that was a young mans love and he had cherished her memory for so long. Shinobu, the feisty brat had found his way into his heart and never had he loved anyone more. He had thought that it was a betrayal of Sensei. However as time passed and he recalled all the things she'd said to him, he saw it not as betrayal, but as a part of the human condition.

Shinobu called it destiny and perhaps it was. Maybe Sensei had not been his soul mate and who knew how things may have turned out had she lived. His Shinobu-chin however, was his soul mate. Why else when he compared his youth to Shinobu's, were they so similar in their pursuit of love?

He was brought from his thoughts when he felt his hand being gently squeezed. Turning his head, he smiled down at Shinobu through the anxiety of knowing that all too soon he would lose his most precious beloved.

Lifting the sandy haired youths hand to his mouth, he brushed a featherlight kiss over the back of his knuckles. "Shinobu, I love you." Normally he wouldn't say those words very often. Yet his actions spoke for them.

Miyagi watched the gray eyes he'd come to adore, widen and begin to tear up. He knew that his darling Shinobu-chin was in just as much pain as he was. Shinobu's tears need not even have flowed and he still would have known. They shared the same fate, which would within a year tear them apart.

Shinobu's pale face brightened with a crimson color as he gazed up into midnight blue eyes. "I love you too, Miyagi."

Quietly he shut and locked their apartment door. Once it was secure, he proceeded to place one hand beneath Shinobu's knees and another underneath his shoulder blades. Lifting the younger man into his arms, he carried him across the floor and into their bedroom.

Instead of Shinobu fighting him for daring to carry him, the young man clung to him. He could feel the slightest tremble in the hands which pressed against his back. It was his beloved's fear of the future he could feel and what an unpleasant future it was!

Silently he prayed that the cancer would go into remission with the help of chemotherapy. Were it not to do so, the days, the weeks, the months and even the years ahead would be bleak. Like a desolate dark, cold land plagued by several days of darkness. Without Shinobu, there could be no light for he was his shining star.

Gently he lay Shinobu down upon their bed and knelt over him. Moving his hands from beneath his younger lover he threaded them through Shinobu's sandy short tresses.

The two smiled tenderly at one another, with all their love written in their eyes.

He so rarely got to see Shinobu's smile, but this smile that he saw only served to hurt him more. There were too few chances left to see his beloved's smiling expression. His smiles he felt however would not be so carefree as they once had been, but instead filled with the knowledge of what was to come.

Reality, it was something he wished to forget, if only for a brief moment as he embraced his lover.

The dark haired man leaned down so as to brush his mouth over Shinobu's. Their breath was slow, but warmed each others lips.

They were thankful for the time they still had, despite how hard it was on the pair of them.

Shinobu's fingers curled into the back of Miyagi's shirt as he parted his lips to allow Miyagi's tongue within the moist cavern of his mouth.

Miyagi watched as gray eyes fluttered closed, his own eyes closing soon after so as to better feel Shinobu.

Their tongues brushed against each others, slow in their caress, savoring the moment as though it might be their last together, like this.

Miyagi's hands stroked once more through soft dirty blonde hair before descending down the sides of Shinobu's face. The backs of his fingers brushed against the young mans cheeks and proceeded to trail down his neck.

Once his fingers felt the material of his lover's shirt, he went to work on the removal of each button.

His motions were slow as though trying to draw out the moment they shared, if only they could be together like that forever, then that truly would be heaven. Unfortunately, it was hell they faced, but for a moment they could enjoy heaven on Earth right in the comfort of their own humble abode.

Whilst Miyagi's fingers worked on unbuttoning Shinobu's shirt, their kiss deepened.

Shinobu's hands had come up behind Miyagi's head, fingers curling into fists which gripped dark strands of hair. A feeling he did not want to let go and feared losing the ability to feel his older lovers hair in his hands. He feared too, losing the feel of Miyagi's his hot breath against his body. Were the chemotherapy to fail, he'd have no body to feel him with.

He, like Miyagi had various painful thoughts running around inside his head. Shinobu allowed himself to forget those, for now as he basked in the feeling of Miyagi above him. The only thoughts in that moment he had were only of Miyagi and their tender, loving embrace.

His mouth widened, gasping as he felt those familiar fingers rub over his nipples. At the touch of his beloved, they grew hard and protruded as though seeking out further attention.

The widening of his mouth only served to allow Miyagi's tongue to thrust in deeper. There was something else of Miyagi's he wanted to thrust inside of him and while it might have felt nice inside his mouth, he wanted Miyagi inside of him, elsewhere.

Just the thought of where their caresses and undressing was headed had him wriggling beneath the older man, moaning against his mouth.

"M-miyagi," his body quivered with need, but his lover was being slow to even undress him.

His own hands moved to undo the buttons of Miyagi's shirt. His fingers trembled and slowed him down, though he so badly wanted Miyagi. He wanted their bodies to be connected, wished to feel Miyagi's cock inside him, claiming him. It was a feeling he did not want to lose, to never feel again, because it made him feel as though he were truly Miyagi's and Miyagi truly his.

When he felt Miyagi's hand lightly stroke over his naval, a whimper escaped him, the sound muffled by their locked lips.

This was so tender a display of love that tears began to sting the back of his eyes.

Closing them tighter he tried not to allow a tear to escape, but it was no use, they fell regardless.

Their tongues wrapped around each other, sliding up and back down. Their heads moved from side to side, their tongues pressing against one inner cheek and then another.

The movement of their tongues grew quicker, more heated until so much saliva had been built up it escaped out the corners of their mouths.

Miyagi could taste saliva with the mingled salt of tears on his tongue. He wasn't sure whose tears he tasted, Shinobu's or his own.

Once he'd finished unbuttoning Shinobu's shirt, he undid the young man's zipper. In order to tug his pants off, he broke the kiss, a bridge of saliva snapping between them and dripping onto Shinobu's chest.

Shinobu brought his hands to his own chest, smearing the saliva over his nipples till they glistened. The aureoles around them puckered slightly. They tingled with sensitivity as his gray eyes opened, appearing darker than previously.

His face as well as the rest of his body was flush with desire. His face and ears however were also red with embarrassment as Miyagi tugged off his pants and boxer briefs. This exposed him to Miyagi's intense gaze.

He could not bring himself to cover his face from his lovers view, no matter how much he might have wished to. Were he to hide his face in his hands, then he'd not be able to take in the sight of his beloved's form either. In that moment, on that day he wanted to drink him in as Miyagi's eyes were drinking in him.

His cheeks only grew darker as he was unable to tear his gaze away from Miyagi as the older man undressed before his very eyes.

Miyagi's figure, for someone approaching forty in a few short years, was nicely toned. Perhaps it had something to do with carrying all those books and papers all the time.

Shinobu felt as though his legs spread of their own accord, his hands reaching back up to hold onto Miyagi's shoulders.

"Miyagi, please." His words escaped his tremulous lips, waiting for him to connect their bodies with one simple movement.

Despite all that was on both their minds, Miyagi had at least had the foresight to back away, if only for a moment.

"Don't look so upset Shinobu, we'll be one soon, but I think the moment calls for this." When Miyagi spoke that last word, he'd picked a bottle of lube off their night stand to the right. KY jelly which Shinobu watched Miyagi pour into one of his hands, drenching his fingers with the lube.

His cock prickled with warmth and mild discomfort as he grew all the more aroused, knowing what was to come next.

Shinobu reached around his thighs to touch his own ass cheeks, spreading them to reveal his asshole to Miyagi. It was then that he averted his gaze, wondering if he looked like a lobster with how hot his face felt.

In so doing, he didn't see the movement of Miyagi's arm as the older mans hand reached down to slick his lube coated fingers between the cheeks of his ass.

Feeling those fingers he gasped, his body arching to his older lovers touch.

Miyagi himself, loved the view of his lover, spread out for him and given easy access to that delectable ass.

His fingers probed one, two, three inside of the young man whom was his lover.

With his free hand, he caught Shinobu's chin and turned his head so that their eyes once more locked.

"Shinobu."

"M-miyagi," Shinobu moaned his name in a strangled whisper as he felt Miyagi's fingers stroking inside him.

When Miyagi's fingers were removed they were replaced by his cock. It was a bit wider than Miyagi's three fingers, longer as well.

Shinobu longed to have him deep inside of him and with every small thrust, Miyagi inched inside of him, till he was buried fully.

Every movement had Shinobu moaning, crying out Miyagi's name and tightening his grip in Miyagi's dark hair.

His hands had slid down from dark tresses to the shoulder blades of his beloved Miyagi, where his fingertips dug into him.

Miyagi whispered into his ear, "Call out my name, Shinobu." Having said that, he began to thrust into Shinobu's ass over and over again. His balls slapped against the others ass. At some point Shinobu had placed a pillow beneath his waist, to allow for better, deeper penetration and comfort of movement.

His eyes rounded as Miyagi asked him to call out his name. He wondered if it was really alright, or if he'd misinterpreted Miyagi's meaning.

However he could not stop the name escaping betwixt his lips as Miyagi's cock hit against his prostate, "You!"

Miyagi groaned as he heard Shinobu moan his name and simultaneously dig his fingertips into his back.

He could no longer hold himself back and slammed into Shinobu again and again, but the young man had no complaints. Instead he moaned and his grip tightened on Miyagi, leaving marks on the older mans back.

Miyagi when he felt himself growing close, moved one hand between himself and Shinobu to take hold of the others cock. As he thrust over and over inside Shinobu, hitting his prostate various times, he stroked his lovers cock.

Only moments later, the two of them came within the same breath.

Shinobu's seed shot up between them, coating both their abdomen and lower torso whilst Miyagi's cum filled the younger man up inside to the brim.

Miyagi made a mental note, that after they had some rest he'd help Shinobu clean himself inside and out.

Pulling out of his lover he heard Shinobu gasp and sigh. Smiling down at him he moved to rest beside him and brush a loving kiss across the others forehead.

The two of them wrapped their arms around one another; Shinobu resting his cheek against Miyagi's chest, listening to his heartbeat.

Just for that moment, the two allowed themselves to forget what the fates had aspired against them, there was time enough tomorrow to fret about the inevitable.