Warning: The rating has been changed to M for a good reason… so if you can't handle the boy on boy action, please don't read! (boy on boy, boy under boy, boy insi- ok I'll stop now, sorry^^)

A/N: Huge thanks to Andromeda Luna, thecoldforest, BubbleWrapAndCupcakes43, Fantome Star, VioletCupcake96 and all the guests for your nice reviews to the previous chapter! Thanks also to everyone who followed/favorited the story since last time. And to Ahiku, いつも ありがとう! Thanks so much for motivating me all the time and for livre-reading this last chapter while I was writing it^^

So, it's finally here, the last chapter of this story… But for Shion and Nezumi I guess it's only the beginning^^. It's much longer than I expected, but I guess no one will complain about it… I had a lot of fun writing it actually, and it kept getting longer. The second half of the chapter is the reason why the rating changed to M, so once again, you've been warned. I wondered if things escalated too quickly but well… They are healthy 20 year old boys… Things are bound to escalate at some point XD.

Writing this has been a great adventure for me. I've always liked stories but somehow never had a lot of motivation to write anything long, and I hated everything I wrote. No.6 changed that somehow^^ It made me write more, and I actually don't hate it too much :-)

Again, please forgive me if my grammar/spelling is not perfect, I'm still not a native English speaker.

Chapter 6 – Acceptance (Part 2)

It had been one week since Nezumi had suddenly appeared in Shion's office and time had passed surprisingly fast for the both of them. Shion had taken some time off work in order to show Nezumi around the renovated city and the different areas that used to be behind that dreadful wall, especially the former West Block and the reforestation project where Nezumi's homeland used to be. Nezumi had been truthfully impressed by everything the white-haired boy had accomplished in only four years.

Shion had also taken Nezumi to Rikiga's and Inukashi's places; and Nezumi had spent some time fighting Inukashi's victorious grin with one of his trademark "death glare of hell". All in all, he had been unexpectedly happy to see them again, even though he still felt more relaxed with Karan. And Shion, of course.

Shion.

Following Shion inside his apartment, arms full of grocery bags, Nezumi's mind wandered back to the first morning he had woken up in Shion's room. He had opened his eyes and wondered where he was for a brief second, until the memories of the previous night invaded his mind and he realized that for the first time in many years his bed – well, Shion's bed, technically – didn't feel so cold. Lying on his back, he had taken a few deep breaths in order to get used to the feeling of being back. The reunion he had promised, tried to forget, denied, postponed, argued about with himself… had finally happened. And he just wasn't able to figure out how he was feeling about it.

"I'll put the perishables in the fridge; can you take care of the rest?" Shion asked, starting to empty the bags on the kitchen table. His voice brought Nezumi back to the present.
"Huh, what? Oh sorry, yes, yes, I'll do it."

Shion gave him a weird look, but then shrugged and continued what he was doing. Nezumi started putting away the food absently, his mind back to that morning one week ago. After a while, he had noticed Shion's hand holding his own tightly. He didn't remember falling asleep this way, so this must have happened while he was sleeping. Turning around slowly in order not to wake Shion, Nezumi's eyes had wandered over the white-haired boy's face. He was sleeping on his side, his features peaceful and his breathing quiet. The white strands of his hair were covering part of his face and only a small bit of his red scar was visible. Shion's hair was a little longer and messier than four years ago, but it still kept the transparent shiny aspect that used to fascinate Nezumi so much. His features had matured and he looked older now, even though his face was still giving out an innocent/naïve feeling. Nezumi had felt his body relax at the sight of Shion's peacefully sleeping face. He couldn't explain this feeling and was afraid to try, but it had felt right. The right place. The right time. With the right person, probably.

Almost instinctively, his free hand had moved towards Shion's face, slowly brushing off the hair that was covering his cheek, his fingers then slowly tracing patterns on the soft skin. Shion's face had twitched and hazy red eyes had soon been staring back at him. Nezumi had felt Shion study him for a while, his eyes growing wider every second to finally stop as tears started to form at their corner. Nezumi was beginning to panic when Shion's lips had curved into one of the happiest smile he had ever seen the airhead wear, and he felt a squeeze at his hand. "You're real", Shion had whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. Nezumi still wasn't sure if it had been his heart or his brain that had shattered into millions of pieces at this instant, but he had pulled Shion into a tight hug and hadn't been able to think clearly until he stepped into the shower later that morning.

"Nezumi?"

Shion's voice was very far away. Nezumi shook his head to clear his thoughts and noticed he hadn't even put away half the things he was supposed to. He turned around to see Shion looking at him worriedly from the other side of the table.

"Are you ok?" Nezumi could hear the concern in Shion's voice.
"Sorry, I spaced out a little. You can go rest, I'll finish quickly," Nezumi answered with a reassuring smile.
"What… what were you thinking about?"

Nezumi looked into Shion's eyes, noticing how one of his hands was grasping the edge of the table, probably in an attempt to hide the fact that he was shaking. Why was he so worried?

Of course. We haven't spoken about anything yet. He's probably afraid that I'm thinking about leaving again.

Realization struck and Nezumi barely managed to stop his eyes from widening like crazy. No need to alarm Shion with involuntary body language.

He hadn't thought of leaving once after that first morning.

Was that a sign? Nezumi wasn't fond of things like signs or destiny. He preferred to be the one in control of his body, his thoughts, and his life. But still. As he made his journey back to No.6, what had kept him from spontaneous combustion due to extreme stress were the thoughts that he would still be able to leave, that he would still be free. And yet, being here with Shion had instead freed his mind of these thoughts… it had to at least mean something.

After all, being free to leave also meant being free to stay.

Noticing that Shion was still staring, he also realized that he hadn't answered him yet.

"Nothing important, don't worry."

Sure, because there's no way he would be able to start this conversation anyway. There were things he could do, like stroke Shion's hair while they were reading on the couch, throw an arm around his shoulders from time to time, hell even kiss him every night or every morning… but talking about feelings was something else. Too bad Shion decided not to ask questions, because he just wasn't able to even find the first word to talk about this.

Shion, however, did not seem relieved by Nezumi's obvious lie. He moved a second hand to grasp the edge of the table, and looked down.

"Nezumi… I need to… Sorry but I need to know. I know I promised not to… but it's been a week and it's driving me crazy… I need to… I need to ask just one question," Shion had spoken very fast, stumbling on words, before looking at Nezumi again.

Talk about timing, Nezumi thought. He leaned back against the kitchen's counter and took a deep breath, looking Shion in the eyes. He was feeling oddly calm.

"It's ok. I'll answer."
"Do you think… you'll want to leave again?"

Well, actually…

Nezumi closed his eyes for a second, trying to regulate his breath before answering.

"I don't know."
"You don't… What does it mean?"
"It means that I don't want to leave now, but I can't say for sure that I'll want to stay in the same place forever," Nezumi answered in a low voice.

Disappointment was obvious on Shion's face and he stared down at the table again.

"I see."
"I wasn't finished."

Shion looked up again, and saw Nezumi slowly crossing the short distance between them. Lifting his right hand, the taller boy rolled a few threads of white hair around one of his fingers.

"It's who I am, Shion. I know I will probably need a change of scenery sometime. But when that time comes…" he paused, his fingers losing themselves in Shion's hair and his thumb tracing the red scar on the other boy's cheek. "... I would be glad if Your Majesty could take a vacation and come with me."

Shion's eyes immediately lightened up and a smile appeared on his lips. He took hold of Nezumi's other hand and squeezed it gently.

"I could probably manage that," he whispered softly as Nezumi leaned in, breathing out a "good" before their lips met in a soft kiss. They pulled back a few seconds later, their eyes locking almost immediately. Shion's free hand went to rest on Nezumi's chest, absently tracing small patterns on his shirt.

"Nezumi, are you… does it…" He stopped mid-sentence, shaking his head. "Sorry, I won't ask again."
"It's okay, Shion," Nezumi answered with a soft chuckle. "You can stop this, I'm fine," he continued, before briefly kissing Shion's lips again.
Blushing a little, Shion resumed his question. "Does it mean you're not scared of me anymore?"

Nezumi's heart rate increased a little and he swallowed the lump that was forming in his throat.

"Not exactly."
"But…" Shion's sentence was cut short by the slender finger landing on his lips.
"Will you let me finish?"

Shion nodded, Nezumi's finger still on his lips. The taller boy breathed deeply and continued.

"It's not that I'm scared of you, but rather of the fact that I am not scared of you. When you came to the West Block four years ago, I trusted no one and I was ready to slit the throat of anyone who would make the slightest move to attack me. But with you it was different, and I could not explain it to myself. I let you in… without really realizing it. You may not remember it but the night I collapsed, you touched my neck afterwards, saying you were scared I had been infected… Something like that would have meant nothing to you, but to me it meant vulnerability. It's just one example, but somehow you were able to break my defenses, and it scared the hell out of me. For one, you annoyed me so much that I couldn't understand how it was even possible; and also I was afraid that it would make me weaker, and that I would not be able to defend myself if anything happened."

Shion realized that his mouth was now free, and that Nezumi's fingers were absently playing with his hair again. He took it as an authorization to speak.

"We're not in the West Block anymore."
"True. But that's just who I am. When I left, I wanted to see if I could free myself of you. I tried to push the memories in the back of my head and move on. That was the plan. But you were always there. The moment came when I had to accept that fact and that I had to see you again, to know why."
"Do you, now?"
"Honestly, I don't. I came back here and somehow everything was back into place, like I had never left. Even though the city has changed, just meeting with Inukashi, Rikiga, Karan and you feels the same. It's familiar… relaxing even. I can't understand it, and it scares me."

Shion shook his head in confusion.

"I fail to see how it's a bad thing…"
"Of course you wouldn't," Nezumi answered with a smile. "And maybe you're right, maybe it isn't. Let's just say I never expected it, I was never prepared. I used to think that I would either die trying to destroy No.6 or that if I managed to stay alive I'd just wander around the world alone for the rest of my life. But even during the last four years, you never left me alone… And the closer I got to here, the more I realized that I did want to see you again. You and me… it's not logical, I can't explain it, and that's why it's scary."
"Are you only staying here because you want to understand?"
"Yes and no. Sure, I do want to understand you, and then maybe I'll understand everything better. But that's not the main reason. I'm staying because I want to. Like I said, maybe you're right and feeling good isn't a bad thing. And well… with you…"

Nezumi paused as he struggled to find the right words. Everything his mind produced sounded excruciatingly corny and there was no way he could ever say that out loud. But Shion smiled and raised one hand to tuck some of Nezumi's hair behind his ear.

"I understand." He paused for a second and his smile turned into a grin. "Basically you're more mature now, aren't you?"

Nezumi frowned for a second, staring at Shion through thin eyes. His lips then curled into a teasing grin as he lifted Shion's chin and leaned in closer.

"Well, one of us has to be."
"I have matured too!" retorted Shion vehemently.

Nezumi let out a chuckle and moved even closer so that their noses were almost touching. A faint blush appeared on Shion's cheeks at the proximity.

"Oh really?" Nezumi whispered before closing the space between their lips and pulling Shion into a long, slow kiss. "Well, your kissing sure has improved," he breathed out after breaking contact.

Shion's blush deepened, but his eyes never left the grey ones in front of him.

"Changing the subject, are we?" Shion asked, coking an eyebrow.
"There's a time for everything, Your Majesty," Nezumi replied, his grin widening.

Shion's attempt at an answer was muffled by Nezumi's lips capturing his own again. As the taller boy's tongue started to slowly trace his lips, Shion instinctively stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Nezumi's back and let out a very soft moan, allowing the other boy to deepen the kiss. Nezumi circled one arm around Shion's waist, holding him close, as his other hand was gently cupping the smaller boy's face.

They had kissed a few times since they had met again, small pecks on the lips to greet each other in the morning, gentle kisses lingering for a few seconds before they went to bed… but Shion never really allowed himself to get lost in the moment like he was right now. He had enjoyed every moment of intimacy Nezumi had granted him, every touch, every lingering look… But he also knew that they needed to get used to each other again, so he didn't want to push things. Also, the constant fear of doing something that would push Nezumi to leave again didn't help him relax.

But Nezumi just said that he wanted to stay. Or rather, that he wanted Shion to stay with him. If Shion had managed to keep his composure at that time, his heart had been holding a fireworks party inside his chest; and now he was kissing Nezumi back fiercely as if it was the only way to keep his heart from exploding. Nezumi's body was warm – so warm – against his, and his scent was intoxicating. Unconsciously, he pushed forward a little and tightened his grip on the taller boy, fingers digging softly in Nezumi's back as another moan died in his throat.

The dark haired boy couldn't repress a soft chuckle which resonated inside their mouths. He felt himself being pushed back by the slender body pressing against his and leaned against the table to maintain his balance. He could feel Shion's eagerness in the way he kissed back, and he was becoming painfully aware of how much he would like to just give in and remove this stupid shirt so that his hands could fully explore the body hidden underneath; and maybe his fingers could finally trace that hypnotizing red scar in its entirety; and then maybe his mouth could – Stop.

It was neither the time, nor the place. Well, mostly not the place. Had they started kissing somewhere more comfortable, Nezumi would probably not have tried so much to fight his body. Although the idea of having Shion naked on that table was – oh so very much – seducing, they would have plenty of time to explore it later. Reluctantly, he broke the kiss and held Shion's head back to look at him. The white haired boy was out of breath and he was looking back at Nezumi with dark eyes; and Nezumi almost forgot his resolve for a second, barely fighting the urge to ravish those red and slightly opened lips again. But he swallowed hard, then took a deep breath and managed to remain calm.

"Shion. Shion, wait." Nezumi's voice was low and a little raspy. The disappointment was once again evident on Shion's face.
"I'm sorry, I thought… I used to think…" He shook his head in confusion, trying to get his thoughts back on track and looked back at Nezumi, eyes warm and understanding. "It's fine… It's ok if you don't want to…"

Nezumi's breath caught in his throat and he shook his head slowly, stroking Shion's hair and giving him a gentle smile.

"Oh I want to, believe me…" Nezumi answered, his smile merging into a grin, and he had to fight back the urge to pull Shion just a little bit closer so that he could feel for himself just how much he did, in fact, want to – that would just be counterproductive at that point. "Just… Shion, do you even know what you're doing?"

Shion frowned and there was a flash of defiance in his eyes. "Of course I do!" He lowered his gaze almost instantly though, and barely whispered the following words. "Well… at least to a certain extent, I guess."

Wait– what? Nezumi's eyes went wide for a second as he tried to decide how to react to this. Was his little innocent Shion not so innocent anymore? This thought stung inexplicably inside his chest, but he decided not to show it and go with teasing instead.

"Oh… experienced, are we?" His grin had widened, but his heart wasn't so much into it.
"What, no, no, no, no, no, that's not…" Shion had now turned beet red and looked as if he was about to panic. "That's not what I… I just meant…" He took a deep breath to try and stop stumbling on words. "I just have… well, theoretical knowledge…"

Shion thought he saw something flicker in Nezumi's eyes… was that… relief? But the white haired boy didn't have the time to think about it too much as Nezumi's grin became so wide that it almost split his face in half. And this time his heart was definitely into it.

"Shion…" Nezumi said, leaning to whisper in his ear. "Are you talking about porn?"

Somehow Shion didn't think it was possible to become even redder than he already was, but apparently this conversation was trying to push back the limits of how much embarrassment he could endure.

"Wait, no, no, no, I didn't – why do you – Nezumi!" Shion's eyes glared daggers at the empty space where Nezumi's face used to be before the taller boy had broken down laughing, his head buried in Shion's neck. "Nezumi, I'm serious!"

As Nezumi wouldn't stop laughing, Shion kicked him – not too strong – in the shin. The taller boy let out an exclamation of pain and straightened up immediately, wiping out his eyes.

"That hurt!"
"Well, you're not listening to me," Shion pouted.
"Fine, fine, I'm listening. What did you want to tell me about the porn?"
"It was not—" Shion stopped when he realized he was almost yelling and continued in a more normal voice, "It was not porn, dammit. It's just… When you were gone I thought about a lot of things. Like what I was feeling for you, why did you choose to kiss me when you left, what would happen when you'd come back… I was curious. And you always made fun of me for being unexperienced, so I didn't want to seem like an idiot if we… you know. With you being, well, supposedly more experienced than me…"

Shion stopped talking and just stared at the floor, waiting for Nezumi to say something. The taller boy actually stared at him in disbelief and sighed, jumping back a little to sit on the table before pulling Shion into a tight hug.

"Idiot," Nezumi whispered, his face almost entirely buried in Shion's hair. "You really don't understand, do you?"
"Understand what?" Shion said, backing away just a little so that he could look at Nezumi, whose cheeks seemed to be a little more colorful than usual. Is he blushing?
"Shion, those… experiences like you say, it's not like they meant anything. It was just another way to manipulate people, a means to an end if you want. And it's not like I particularly wanted it either. But if I think about doing it with you… well, it's different…"
"Why?"

Shion could probably guess the reason; he just really wanted to hear it. However Nezumi just covered his eyes with his hand and clicked his tongue in exasperation.

"Geez, seriously, just learn to figure things out for yourself…"

Shion chuckled happily and Nezumi looked at him from behind his fingers. Seeing him like that made Shion's heart flutter and he decided that maybe he did not need to hear Nezumi's reason in the end; that moment itself was already enough.

"You're really cute, you know."
"Don't call me cute, you idiot," Nezumi answered, his hand leaving his face to lift Shion's chin.

A few more chuckles escaped the white-haired boy's lips before his face regained some seriousness and he spoke again in a low voice.

"So, you did think about it?"
"A little, mostly since I came back… I kinda had other things to figure out before that."
"Right," Shion breathed out.

Their faces were already close, but Nezumi lifted Shion's chin a little closer as he leaned in, not allowing their lips to touch yet. Shion could see Nezumi's grey eyes darken and he felt his body becoming warm again. He wanted nothing more than to move his head up just a little bit and close the gap between their lips again, but Nezumi was still holding his chin into place. A teasing smile appeared on the taller boy's lips and he spoke in a voice so warm and low that Shion could swear his brain started melting at the sound of it.

"Although… I do find the idea of you watching porn very… seducing…"

Shion could feel Nezumi's hot breath on his lips and any desire he had to protest died in his throat as only a faint groan managed to escape his lips. Nezumi decided that if it wasn't the place it was however most certainly the time and that waiting wasn't an option anymore. Much to Shion's disappointment he didn't close the space between them but instead pushed him back a little and jumped off the table. Shion didn't move and just stared as Nezumi took a few steps towards the hallway. The taller boy turned around and cocked an eyebrow.

"So, are you coming?"

As soon as Shion stepped inside the bedroom, Nezumi pushed him against the wall and captured his lips in a passionate kiss. Shion's arms immediately wrapped around Nezumi's neck, one of his hands untying the taller boy's ponytail and getting lost in the long dark hair. Nezumi's hands were on Shion's waist, holding him firmly against the wall while his tongue was exploring every corner of the white haired boy's mouth.

Shion sighed into the kiss, feeling his body becoming warm again. His eyes were closed but his other senses were heightened and he could perfectly feel each of Nezumi's fingers digging through the fabric of his shirt; and he was getting drunk on Nezumi's scent again. His hands tugged on Nezumi's hair, pulling him closer and – oh.

Nezumi's lips had left Shion's mouth to focus on the soft skin of his neck, sending shivers up and down his spine. Shion could feel Nezumi's ragged breath as much as he could hear it and the combination made his knees feel weak. Humming softly, Nezumi started by trailing soft kisses along the red scar, occasionally licking it with only the tip of his tongue. Shion tightened his hold around Nezumi's neck as if to support himself, his breathing getting out of control. A strangled gasp escaped his lips as Nezumi experimentally nibbled on a sensitive spot on his collarbone and Shion could swear he felt Nezumi's satisfied grin against his skin. The taller boy's mouth kept moving, exploring every inch of skin available, and relishing every sound Shion was making.

He had not, however, expected Shion to let out such a loud moan when he moved to his earlobe. Swallowing a chuckle, he pulled back just a little to look at Shion's flushed face and smirked.

"Sensitive ears, huh?"
"…Ye—shut up!" Shion answered between breaths, glancing sideways and looking thoroughly embarrassed.

Nezumi couldn't hold back from laughing softly and cupped Shion's face with one hand. He moved his face a little closer.

"You're cute."
"So it's ok for you to call me cute?" Shion asked, staring back at Nezumi.
"Sure," Nezumi answered, his smirk growing, "that's because you're a cute little boy, and I'm a tall handsome man," he finished by capturing Shion's lips again, successfully preventing him from protesting.

That is, until he felt Shion's hands push him back. He took a step back but managed not to break the kiss. Shion was still pushing though, and they stumbled together until Nezumi's legs bumped into the bed and he fell on it. Sitting back and supporting himself on his wrists, he stared up at Shion with an amused smile. A wide grin was plastered across the white haired boy's face.

"I'm a cute little boy, alright?"
"Right," Nezumi answered, lifting one hand to pull on Shion's wrist so that he landed on his lap.

Shion took this opportunity to launch an attack on Nezumi's neck, licking and nibbling on his collarbone until the skin became red. At this point, Nezumi was trying hard to suppress the sounds threatening to escape his throat, and Shion could hear him breathing hard through gritted teeth.

"Take it back," Shion whispered lowly in Nezumi's ear, warm breath sending shivers throughout the taller boy's body.
"Never," Nezumi answered, his breath catching in his throat, and Shion resumed his assault on Nezumi's neck, effectively eliciting a throaty groan from the dark haired boy when he brushed a sensitive spot at the base of Nezumi's hairline.

The urge to touch was growing too strong and Nezumi's fingers found their way under Shion's shirt, softly tracing patterns on his back and sending electric jolts throughout the smaller boy's body. Gasping at the contact, Shion felt the need to kiss Nezumi again and moved away from his neck to join their lips in a deep, heated kiss.

Shion's hands were grabbing Nezumi's shoulders as the taller boy started to unbutton his shirt before throwing it away somewhere in the room. Shion broke the kiss to look at Nezumi's face for a moment. The deep grey eyes were almost completely dark and Shion could see the need in the way Nezumi was looking at him while slowly tracing the red snake on his torso. The warmth in his body was so strong that he almost wondered if his insides could melt, and yet somehow Nezumi's touch was making him shiver. Tentatively, his hands fumbled with the hem of Nezumi's t-shirt, and the taller boy allowed him to remove it and let it join Shion's shirt on the floor.

Face flushed, Shion slowly moved his hands over Nezumi's chest, exploring the pale skin now in front of him and listening attentively to remember every spot that made the taller boy's breath catch in his throat. Nezumi looked at Shion through half-opened eyes, his hands gripping the smaller boy's hips. Shion's face was so focused and so innocent that something inside Nezumi broke and his arms suddenly grabbed Shion's body and flipped him on his back.

The white haired boy gasped in surprise as his back bounced on the mattress, and looked up at Nezumi. The taller boy was breathing heavily, his hair falling on each side of his face, and Shion decided that he looked probably more beautiful than he ever did. Shion raised his hands to pull Nezumi's face closer and kissed him deeply.

Nezumi had his knees on both sides of Shion's hips, and he lowered himself slowly while they were kissing until both their chests were pressed together. The taller boy felt Shion's moan resonate inside their mouths, and he thought that it would be nice to hear more sounds like that so he moved his lips back to Shion's neck.

Shion's nerves were on fire. Nezumi's warm chest against his chest; Nezumi's warm hands on his sides; Nezumi's warm mouth on the skin of his neck... He wondered if this was what heaven was supposed to feel like, and whether it would be possible to stay like that forever.

This was all quickly forgotten, though, when Nezumi's mouth found its way back to Shion's earlobe and nibbled playfully on it. It felt like lightning had struck his brain and rendered it powerless over his body. Moaning loudly, Shion arched his back reflexively and—Wow

Nezumi groaned at the friction, barely noticing the fingernails scratching his back as he buried his face in the mattress beside Shion's head for a second. Shion must have found the feeling equally enjoyable as he lifted his hips once more and pressed their bodies hard together. The taller boy groaned again and sucked hard on Shion's collarbone, as if it was a form of retaliation.

The heat pooling between Nezumi's legs started to be painful, and the noises Shion was making all the while grinding into him weren't helping at all. Nezumi wondered if the boy beneath him had any idea of the effect he had on him. It took all of his willpower not to just slam himself on Shion's body and grind their hips together until they both lose their minds. It was Shion, goddammit, and he deserved more than that.

Instead of following the pressing signals his body was giving him, Nezumi put one of his hands on Shion's hip, holding his body down firmly. A disappointed sound escaped Shion's lips, almost immediately followed by a throaty moan as Nezumi's mouth started to move down his body. The taller boy started by running his tongue along Shion's scar, so slowly that it was almost painful. Having Shion wriggle and moan beneath him somehow made Nezumi feel extremely satisfied. Once his tongue had made it all the way to the waistband of Shion's pants, Nezumi moved back up to take a pink nipple between his teeth, eliciting more sounds from the boy beneath him. Teasing the other nipple between his fingers, Nezumi was sure that Shion had no idea just how erotic he sounded right now.

Shion tried to move his hips again but one of Nezumi's hands was still holding him down. He let out a frustrated groan and tried to pull on Nezumi's hips instead. He couldn't deal with the teasing anymore; he needed their bodies to touch like that again, and his mind somehow suggested that it should feel even better without all these constraining clothes; so when Nezumi's hips refused to come down he decided to focus on the button of his pants. Suddenly, Nezumi's mouth wasn't on his chest anymore, and a hand gripped his wrist. Shion looked up to see Nezumi staring at him with a smug look on his face.

"Impatient, Your Majesty?"

Shion was breathing hard and tried to sit up but Nezumi was still holding him down.

"Nezumi, please… I— I need…"

Whatever Shion needed would remain unsaid as Nezumi suddenly grinded his hips against Shion's, and any word that was going to leave his mouth was replaced by a pleased groan. Nezumi started working on Shion's pants, quickly pulling them down and letting them fall off the bed before crawling back up Shion's body to kiss his lips.

Just as he was teasing Shion's lower lip with his teeth, Nezumi's right hand traveled down Shion's body and closed around him. He swallowed Shion's moan in his mouth as their tongues met and his hand started stroking slowly, as Shion's hands grabbed Nezumi's hair and pulled him into an even deeper kiss. Shion's hips were moving rhythmically, trying to meet Nezumi's strokes; and soon the white haired boy broke the kiss and threw his head back while moaning the taller boy's name.

Nezumi decided that he really liked to hear Shion say his name like that and his mouth started to slowly kiss its way down the other boy's slender body again. Although this time there were no pants to stop its progression anymore, and Shion's eyes popped open before slamming shut again when he felt a warm tongue slowly lick him down there. The tongue went teasingly up and down a few times and then Shion groaned, fingers gripping the sheets, as a hot mouth wrapped around him.

Shion's mind wasn't able to produce coherent thoughts anymore. His head felt dizzy, as if he would pass out any second, and he was only aware of how warm his body felt; how loud he was breathing; how soft Nezumi's touch was on his skin; how amazing Nezumi's mouth was moving around him, licking, nibbling, sucking, and licking again; how he wanted to feel him even deeper but Nezumi prevented him to move; how soft Nezumi's hair was under his fingers; how much he wanted to kiss him right now but also didn't want to end this wonderful feeling; and soon he wasn't able to think anymore as everything became a white blinding light and he barely had the time to groan Nezumi's name as the heat building up inside his body finally reached its limit and exploded.

Nezumi thought he could actually get drunk on the sounds Shion made while he came, and looked up at the spent boy beneath him. Shion's face was red, he was panting, and his eyes had a dark glow that sent even more heat to Nezumi's groin. He crawled back up to lie next to Shion and slowly ran his fingers along his face, brushing away the hair that had stuck to his sweaty forehead. Shion looked at Nezumi and smiled before kissing his lips softly.

"Thank you," Shion whispered against the other boy's lips.
"Your Majesty is more than welcome," Nezumi answered with a soft laughter.
"Now, about you…" Shion looked down Nezumi's body as he spoke.
"I'm fine." It was a lie, and he probably would need a cold shower soon, but tonight was about Shion.
"You're not," Shion said, softly pressing his palm against the bulge in Nezumi's pants, eliciting a soft moan from the taller boy.
"It's ok, really. I wanted to make you feel good."
"And I want to make you feel good. Nezumi, I really want— I need you."

Shion's voice was almost pleading and Nezumi groaned inwardly at how painfully seducing he looked right now.

"I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't. I trust you," Shion said, his eyes never leaving Nezumi's. "Please," he whispered, moving even closer so that their chests came in contact again.

Nezumi looked into Shion's eyes, a thousand of thoughts rushing in his head, thoughts about his life with Shion four years ago, his life without him, what it meant to stay, how he realized now that he had in fact missed him a lot, how cute he indeed was, and how much he wanted nothing more right now than hold his body closer and forget about everything else. He felt Shion's fingertips brush his belly as they moved down to unfasten his pants, and just by the look in Shion's eyes he knew that he had lost the fight anyway. His lips crashed passionately on Shion's and he flipped him on his back again while the smaller boy tugged at his pants.

Warm bodies pressed together; Shion's hot mouth teasing at Nezumi's collarbone; Shion's fingertips sending shivers along Nezumi's back; Shion's hands moving down, grabbing his hips, grinding. Nezumi buried his head in the crook of Shion's neck and moved his hips to meet the other boy's rhythm. The sole feeling of their arousals – somehow Shion had recovered quite fast – rubbing together threatened to send him over the edge; but even though he felt like he couldn't take it anymore he knew he had to wait a little bit more. That's what Shion wanted, right? His thoughts were somehow really hazy, and as he moved one of his hands over Shion's butt, dangerously close to the puckered flesh between its cheeks, he raised his head to meet Shion's eyes.

"Are you sure?"

Rather than words, Shion thought that moving his hips up again and grabbing Nezumi's neck to kiss him was a perfectly acceptable way to answer his question. The taller boy must have thought the same as he moaned into the kiss and moved his fingers slowly around Shion's entrance to tease him. Without breaking the kiss, Shion moved his right arm away from Nezumi to try and reach the bedside table's drawer. The taller boy barely noticed Shion rummaging blindly inside it but broke the kiss to look at his hand when he felt Shion put a little tube inside it. He looked back at the boy beneath him, who pulled him back into a deep kiss before he could ask questions again.

Fumbling with the tube, Nezumi managed to cover some of his fingers with its content and slowly pushed the first one inside Shion. The white haired boy gasped at the intrusion and Nezumi broke the kiss to look at his face. Shion gave him a reassuring smile and Nezumi started wriggling his finger a little until he brushed something that made Shion throw his head back in ecstasy. The concern on Nezumi's face was replaced by a smirk, and he reached that same spot again, eliciting an incoherent moan from the boy beneath him, before pushing another finger inside.

When Nezumi thought that Shion was ready enough – and to be honest if he waited one more second he would explode – he removed his fingers to prepare himself. Shion groaned in frustration at the loss of feeling, but soon he felt something else try to force its way in and he dug his nails in Nezumi's back, trying to adjust to the new feeling. The taller boy stopped moving at Shion's reaction, his whole body shaking as he waited for Shion to signal him that he could move again – which only took a few seconds but they seemed excruciatingly long to Nezumi. He started thrusting slowly, watching Shion's reaction and – God he feels so good – and when he heard Shion groan his name once more he knew that he had found that spot again and he sped up his moves a little, one of his hands closing around Shion and stroking him at the same pace.

Soon the world disappeared and everything was just hungry kisses broken by deep pleasure groans; electrifying fingertips over warm skin; hands clumsily grabbing at the other's hair; sweaty skin rubbing against equally sweaty skin; intoxicating scents mingling together; names being breathed out in deep, raspy voices; Nezumi moving faster, losing himself inside Shion's warmth; Shion meeting his thrusts, grabbing his shoulders to support himself; and dammit Shion you're killing me; and God Nezumi, right there; and any other thought died in their brains as they were so high on endorphins. It didn't take long for Nezumi to feel that he was about to reach his limit and considering how incoherently Shion was moaning he figured that he didn't have much time left either; so he increased the speed of his thrusts and the movement of his hand until he couldn't take it anymore and fell over the edge with a loud groan, arching his back to push deeper into Shion as the other boy convulsed underneath his body.

Nezumi crumbled at Shion's side, panting heavily, and managed to open his eyes slightly to look at his lover – he guessed – who was lying on his back, eyes closed, trying to catch his breath. After a few seconds, Shion opened his eyes and turned his head to look at Nezumi. He gave the other boy a wide smile, and Nezumi found that he just loved the way Shion's eyes were glowing right now. Extending one arm, he gestured at Shion to move closer and pulled him into a tight hug.

They lay like that for a while, just listening to the other's breathing becoming more regular, and simply enjoying the closeness between their bodies. Nezumi's hand was softly rubbing Shion's back, but the urgency in his touch had disappeared, and now it was just a simple and quiet gesture. Shion's face was nuzzled against Nezumi's neck, and he was smiling, thinking about how distant the excruciating years of Nezumi's absence seemed, even though they were still so close. Ten days ago, when he fell sick and spent several days moping around, he couldn't have imagined how happy, how complete he would feel just now.

Moments passed, and still neither spoke nor moved. Shion finally broke the silence by letting out a long yawn, and Nezumi chuckled, tightening the hold on his body.

"Tired, Your Majesty?" Nezumi asked, moving his head slightly to be able to see Shion's face.
"Hmmm. I think I'm falling asleep," Shion answered, yawning again.

Nezumi leaned in to kiss his lips gently and pulled back, studying Shion's face for a while.

"What is it?" Shion asked.
"Nothing. I was just thinking… I never actually told you what my real name is."
"Doesn't matter," Shion answered sleepily.
"What, you're not interested in knowing the name of the people you sleep with?" Nezumi retorted in a teasing tone. But Shion was too far-off to notice it.
"I know your name. It's Nezumi. You always have been Nezumi, and you always will," Shion replied with his eyes closed.

Nezumi blushed and everything was quiet again, until Shion shifted in the bed, whispering a barely audible "goodnight" while burying his face in Nezumi's chest. Nezumi hand travelled absently on his back and he kissed Shion's hair, wishing him a good night as well. He studied Shion's relaxing features for a while, seemingly lost in his thoughts. Trying not to wake the other boy, he moved a little to prop himself up on his elbow and lowered his head. His mouth against Shion's ear, Nezumi softly whispered one word before kissing him on the cheek and lying back on the bed. Closing his eyes, Nezumi's mind started drifting away and he didn't notice the smile on Shion's face, nor the one single tear rolling down his cheek.

THE END

This is it! My biggest thanks to all of you readers, I hope you enjoyed reading this latest installment as much as I enjoyed writing it.
I have a few short stories idea, so you might see me write one shots sometime in the future. Until then, take care!