Heroes & Ghosts

by SA Payne

bottom again. It wasn't like he was going to complain, having Rye top him, well, those weren't thoughts that were helping Ichi gain better control over himself.

  When Ichi was fairly sure he could stand the sight of a naked Rye and not melt to a pile of

  adolescent goo, he followed the red head to the bedroom. There, he found out he should have

  put ice into his pants because the sight of Rye nearly knocked him backwards. His hand fumbled

  behind him to flick the lock on their bedroom door.

  "Oh, my, God." Ichi heard himself whisper.

  Rye had stripped. He was all bare, creamy pale skin over long, lean muscles. Of all the poses

  Rye could have picked, of all the places he could have waited for Ichi, he'd picked the center of

  the bed. There he knelt, raised up slightly, clutching the lube in his hands, the way he had that

  first morning. Only this time, there was no fear, no dread, in the red head and he clutched the

  lube in hungry need not worry.

  Ichi stumbled back to lean against the locked doors as those grey eyes devoured him. "I'm

  wearing too many clothes." He heard himself mumbling.

  That made Rye laugh, a warm, dark chuckling sound that filled the room with lust and life. It

  crinkled his eyes a little and made the hard length that jutted from a nest of dark black cherry

  curls bounce. "I think you're always wearing too many clothes."

  Another desire floated up in Ichi's mind and he was glad for the support of the door at his back.

  "Rye?"

  The merriment dissolved instantly in the fires of the intensity that burned from that single word.

  "Anything." He confirmed again.

  Ichi drew a slow breath and let his gaze sweep over the stunning sight again. "Prep yourself,

  touch yourself, I want to watch, I want to see you come." The words dripped like honey wine,

  thick and heavy, from Ichi's lips.

  The lube slid from Rye's hands, gone numb at the bold words. Ichi's voice washed over him,

  bathed him in desire and Rye struggled not to obey just from the mere suggestion of release

  from his lover. His knees slid further apart, his spine arched backwards as a full shiver raced

  across his body. So insensible was he from the delight of those whispered words that he was

  unaware that he'd arched so far back that his shoulders brushed the bed behind him.

  "Oh God." Ichi whispered at the sight. He watched, mind too shut down to even remember how to

  undress, as slowly Rye regained some control. Watched as he raised up from the bed, a light

  sheen of sweat making his skin glisten in the dim light, and as he fumbled after the lube. There

  was something needy, desperate, in the grey eyes and Ichi knew what it was they wanted.

  Rye knew he had to be quick because if Ichi wasn't fucking him senseless soon, he knew he'd go

  crazy. He struggled to catch his breath and arched back up to kneeling instead of half laying

  backwards on the bed. The lube had simply dropped beside him, instead of rolling away where

  he'd have to hunt it. It slicked up his fingers and Rye didn't wait, there was no time left in him to be gentle or slow. He plunged two fingers into his body, moaning in that voice that was so

  desperate, so needy that it sounded close to pain.

  It was a struggle now to keep his eyes open but he needed to see that look of shocked, surprised

  lust on Ichi's face. With his free hand, Rye slid lube across his own cock and began to lightly

  stroke himself. It was a torment, one he'd endure forever if he could and the moment that his

  body eased to two fingers, he moved to three.

  There was a choice and Rye made the choice to deny himself. "Only you." He gasped, not sure he'd even spoken as his free hand slid down to lightly tease his balls before gliding up to stroke

  himself more.

  Ichi wasn't sure he was going to make it long enough. Those eyes, the moans, how stunningly

  beautiful Rye was all worked together to unravel his control. Even his inexperienced eye could

  see that Rye was prepping himself a little too quickly, a little too roughly and he wondered if it

  was from a desire to move quickly or if Rye liked things a little rougher. His train of thought

  derailed at the hoarse words that made little sense to Ichi.

  "What?" He gasped out and caught his hands moving toward his own groin. Ichi shook his head, he wasn't going to jerk off, he wasn't like Rye, he couldn't come five times in twenty minutes.

  Rye moaned. "Only you, Ichi, that spot, only for you, I won't touch it." He wanted to, God he

  could feel the fireworks that it would set off. Ichi's eyes on him, watching the show, his pants split open and his own hard cock peeking out of the sheltering fabric, that made him want to show off,

  made Rye want to be as sexy as he could so the other man would enjoy the show as much as

  possible. It was something he held back from. "I want you... you to do that for me."

  It was a lot to ask of someone that was basically a virgin top but hearing Rye ask for something

  so intimate with no shame and total confidence, Ichi felt his pride swelling. He'd do it, he'd do it well and proper and be worthy of that faith. "I'm going to make you scream." Ichi heard himself promise, half meaning it for his ears only, mildly embarrassed at saying something so bold.

  Rye did hear him and it was the matching look in those hazel eyes that pushed him over the

  edge. Ichi looked like some shy, bedroom god and Rye knew he was going to be target of

  whatever thoughts were swirling behind those eyes. His climax gathered him up and shorted out

  his brain. Distantly, he heard himself whimpering, felt his own come splash across his chest, felt

  a fourth finger join the other three but even this wasn't enough. He'd arched backwards too far

  and fallen on his back on the bed, his fingers sliding unwillingly from his body. His legs fell apart, spread wide, begging and slutty and needing to draw Ichi over to join him but his mind was too

  fried to form the words.

  He didn't need words, when Rye's vision cleared enough that he could see again, Ichi was

  standing over him. The sight made him moan and arch a little off the bed, his cock still hard,

  trembling and unsatisfied. For the moment, he was too boneless, too spent to even think about

  touching himself, and he lay there, waiting, wanting, trusting.

  Ichi bent down, caught a handful of hair again and fisted it tight in his grip. It had to be painful but Rye moaned. When his lips found the pair below his own, they were parted and ready. He kissed

  the red head with hunger and need, hovering over the shivering body and inhaling the scent of

  sex and Rye.

  When he opened his eyes and broke the kiss, Ichi saw a fleck of come against the gold of the

  nipple ring. He grinned and it must have looked as wicked as he felt because Rye's eyes

  widened in reply. Slowly, Ichi leaned down and with the flat of his tongue, swiped the speck from

  Rye's pierced nipple.

  Pleasure exploded, better than coming, better than fucking himself with even four fingers.

  Nothing he did alone could compare to anything Ichi did to or with him, nothing. The wicked,

  teasing look in those normally serious eyes made him shiver and he moaned, begging without

  words, for anything Ichi wanted to give him.

  He didn't expect to feel that hot, wet, tongue against his chest a second time. Rye arched and

  glanced down to watch as Ichi very slowly bent over him and lapped the come from his chest

  and stomach as daintily as a kitten licking up milk. Small, little, pointed tongue licks that barely flicked wet across his skin were counter balanced with wide, flat, sw
ipes and each contact made

  Rye sob.

  Ichi was making little sounds in the back of his throat that sounded so much like contented purrs

  that Rye had to fist his hands into the sheets to keep from grabbing the other man, throwing him

  on his back and impaling himself on Ichi's cock. That wicked tongue, those happy, sighing purrs,

  the very fact that Ichi was licking him clean, had Rye moaning, begging to come again and Ichi

  was still dressed.

  Ichi glanced over and the head of Rye's cock was close by. Beaded at the tip were small drops,

  as pearly and bright as the stains across Rye's pale flesh. It was natural to swipe them away

  when the last of the come was licked clean from the stomach below. Rye arched from the bed,

  gasping on a moan that half strangled on it's way out.

  The sound made Ichi feel amazing. He was doing this, he was, nothing else, he was driving Rye

  crazy. There were advantages to taking the more dominate role in the bedroom and he was

  finding he liked being able to do anything he wanted. He swiped at the head of Rye's cock again

  and the whimper was more needy this time.

  That put a wicked thought in Ichi's mind. He parted his lips, just enough, to slid only the head into his mouth. Trapped there, he sucked on his treat, swirled his tongue, tormented just the sensitive

  end of the aching cock and below him Rye writhed and moaned. Ichi reached out and trailed his

  hands across Rye's legs, mapping the strength there, brushing them aside if the closed too

  much, ghosting touch across hypersensitive skin. He didn't stop or pause or retreat until Rye

  arched up, his hips leaving the bed in their effort to bury his length into the warm mouth

  tormenting him. Ichi was waiting for that and kept just the tip inside of his lips but he swallowed the release quickly, easily.

  Rye fell, exhausted and still writhing on the bed, nearly blinded by a blow job that only covered a bare few inches of his flesh. "Oh," he moaned. "Oh, please, fuck me, please, Ichi, please, fuck me, please." He begged, eyes shut because he couldn't stand to watch, he needed so deeply.

  Chapter Thirty Four:

  "Too many clothes." Ichi moaned as he struggled to undress. His shirt twisted and held him prisoner for a moment but he twisted and turned and got himself free. Cloth was removed and

  tossed across the room, baring flesh and dragging more moans from Rye. Even his shoes

  seemed to fight him and Ichi nearly lost his balance and fell as he tried to yank them off.

  Finally nude, Ichi crawled onto the bed, drawn by the pale skin and warmth of the panting red

  head. Rye arched upwards, seeking and receiving another kiss and Ichi let his hands wander

  over the offered body. A little thought at the back of his mind wanted to stop and get detailed

  instructions before continuing, maybe read up on the subject of being top instead of bottom. He

  wanted everything to be right, with no mistakes or flaws but when he looked into Rye's eyes that

  small logical voice fainted away.

  Ichi slid across the other man, skin catching and dragging along skin in delicious friction. He

  reached one arm out, stretching above them to pull pillows free and Rye didn't even have to be

  asked to raise his hips and let them be placed gently at the small of his back. Without really

  knowing how he got there, Ichi found himself hovering over Rye, slender legs around his own.

  A lube slick hand found his cock and Ichi shivered and groaned. He hadn't heard Rye getting the

  tube back open but he saw it drop from his free hand. There was no doubt now, he was really

  going to do this and a wave of uncertainty and almost fear crested over him. What if he wasn't

  any good? What if he hurt Rye? What if he was a disappointment?

  "I love you." Rye whispered, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips arched up to meet Ichi's.

  He paused, no longer feeling so frightened but still just as uncertain, hovered over Rye and

  certain time had frozen just for them. Ichi felt his heart might break if he went on and was equally sure it would shatter if he stopped. "Rye? I've never..."

  "Shhh..." Rye hissed out between panting breaths and considered just raping the man. "You won't hurt me, do it, please, Ichi, please." Ichi moved against him, every touch of skin to skin making Rye more crazed. He sobbed when he felt the tip of the other man pressing very gently

  against his entrance. "Please, please, Ichi, please." He begged and found he really liked begging for Ichi.

  The moaning, begging, desperate voice shattered past the last of Ichi's worries. He leaned

  forward and was surprised at the level of force it took to breach that tight muscle. It was so slow, swallowed by fractions as he eased forward. When Rye's body eased and Ichi slipped inside, it

  was like light exploded around him. His vision sparkled with it, his nerves crackled and Ichi

  wasn't even sure he was breathing. Rye sounded like a wounded animal, moaning, gasping,

  clawing at Ichi's back as bit by bit, Ichi slid into his body.

  Legs wrapped around Ichi's waist and pulled him, hard. He lost his control and balance and

  plunged all the way, deep, into Rye. The pleasure was too much, Ichi was trembling, he heard

  his own gasped breath rumbling out harshly. He understood now, the pained pleasure look on

  Rye's face when their roles were reversed, he understood the sense that if he didn't move, if he

  didn't thrust wildly, he might die.

  Rye looked like he might have died already. His head was tossed back, the longer layers of his

  hair splayed out like dark red ribbons around him on the pale sheets. Those haunting grey eyes

  were squinted shut, his mouth was parted in silent cries. The long, graceful neck was arched and

  Rye's hands grasped Ichi's shoulders, his back, his arms, anything they could find in an effort to

  pull the man closer.

  Something about how lost, how passionate, Rye looked, shorted out a part of Ichi's brain. He

  knew, logically, he should wait until Rye was adjusted and ready to move at all, he knew he

  needed that time too because the pleasure flooding his body was beyond any words but seeing

  Rye broke all thoughts into dust. Before he knew what he was doing, Ichi had slid from that tight

  body and with a groan, back deep inside.

  Rye's entire body arched, bowed up like a too tightly wound rope. His eyes popped open in

  startled surprise and he moaned a muffled scream. "OH!" Rye shuddered, his eyes dilated, his

  toes curled up and lost what shreds of control he had when his eyes locked onto Ichi's.

  Come splattered up against Ichi's stomach, making him moan but it was the feel of Rye's body

  gripping him, clinging to him, that nearly broke Ichi. His arms were trembling already but with the sudden, unexpected, pleasure, they gave out entirely. His weight fell against Rye's chest but

  those arms held him close, those legs enfolded him further.

  "Oh, God, oh I think I'm going to die." Ichi moaned, barely able to breath with no hope of thinking when he felt this good.

  "So good... so good..." Rye whispered into the damp tendrils of dark hair as he came back down a little from the startling climax.

  He tried to hold his weight back up off of Rye but Ichi found his arms were more like limp

  noodles than muscles. "I can't, I..."

  Rye wiggled, moaning a little as their bodies slid together and the cock, so hard in him, slid as

  well. "Here... Ichi... here...easier..."

  Slowly it sunk in what Rye was trying to do and Ichi managed to lift himself up enough that the

  red head could squirm free. Only, as he moved, it created a new torment and it took al
l the

  fragments of Ichi's broken control to allow Rye to slowly slid away from him. When they finally

  parted, both men groaned and Ichi heard himself sobbing. It was worse, that sudden feeling of

  abandonment, when topping.

  "Easier..." Rye sighed again and managed to get himself turned over. Frankly, he loved this position, as top or bottom and when he got his knees under him and his ass in the air, the sight

  earned an approving moan from Ichi as well. Rye glanced over his shoulder and slid his legs

  further apart.

  "Oh, God." The sight of Rye on his hands and knees, ass in the air, waiting to be fucked, burned itself like a white hot brand into Ichi's mind. He sat where he'd tumbled, dumbfounded for a

  moment, lost in the inviting lust in the grey eyes.

  "Fuck me, Ichi, please, hard, as hard as you want, please..." Rye begged again.

  That was all the invitation Ichi needed. He hurried to kneel behind the redhead, his knees

  unthinkingly spreading Rye's legs wider. Everything lined up perfectly and as he leaned forward

  Ichi was shocked to understand he could now watch as his cock slid inside of Rye's body. His

  hands slid across the pale flesh, up over Rye's hips, across his back, stroking, touching, and Ichi found his body moving on it's own.

  "Harder!" Rye moaned. "Oh, Ichi, please."

  Rye had been right, this way was easier. Ichi settled his hands on those wonderful hips and didn't

  have to worry about anything else but giving in and letting himself take Rye as hard as he

  wanted to. Only, the harder, the deeper, the more he moved, the more Rye moaned and begged

  for. It was like tossing fuel onto a fire and Ichi wasn't sure he was capable of giving Rye what he was so obviously needing.

  Until, on a whim, Ichi moved slightly and the angle of his thrusts changed just so fractionally. The difference was minor to him, barely noticeable but Rye literally screamed. His arms collapsed

  and he half curled up, his body shivered, trembled and came again leaving Ichi breathless and

  half mad from the second intense wave of tight grasping muscles.

  Ichi wrapped his arms around Rye's waist and held the man close as he fell apart into a panting,

  moaning heap. He should have stopped and given Rye a breather, as they normally did, but he