Touru to Shidou/Touru and Shidou

~*~*~*~Shidou

I woke to the sound of typing. Touru’s desk was oriented so I could look up and watch him as he wrote. His hair stood wildly around his head, glowing in the light from the monitor. His face still looked bleary. He was still naked, the towel draped over his chair and one heel hooked on the edge of the seat. His chin rested on his knee while his hands worked on the keyboard. As I watched, he rubbed the back of one hand over his eyes and let both hands fall to rest on his foot, reading what was on the screen. He let his head roll to the side and looked my way. When he saw I was awake, he smiled at me, “Mornin’. Didn’t wake you, did I?”

I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, “No. You ready to stop or need more time?”

“Little longer, please.”

“Okay, I’ll make breakfast.”

He smiled warmly at me, “Thank you so much.”

I stood up and put one hand on his shoulder, bent down and kissed the top of his head. He reached up and squeezed my hand before starting to write again. I pulled on some sleeping pants as I left the room, grabbing a tee shirt as well. I had no qualms about being naked, but cooking naked lacked a certain appeal. I’d just started cracking eggs when there was a knock on the door. Touru padded out of the room, dressed like I was. “It’s okay; your parents said they’d be over early.”

“I’m not cooking for them,” I groused. I’d wanted the whole day with Touru to myself. I went back into the kitchen while he opened the door. The sounds that followed didn’t sound like my parents. There was screaming, something about a demon. I was out and behind Touru before I’d even thought about it. His cousins were outside, with a mass of people. I could feel Touru shaking. I pulled him behind me. “You people have a restraining order. I suggest you get away or we will call the police.” I tried to shut the door, but Andrew stuck his foot in the way. I continued to lean into the door and looked over my shoulder at Touru, “Go, my cellphone’s in my backpack. Call my house and call the police.” He was white to the lip but he moved.

“Demon! Corruptor!” Andrew screeched, joined by the others outside. I could see people across the parking lot looking out windows and doors. I braced myself as well as I could, but there were more people pressing on the door.

Touru came up beside me, “They’re coming.” He was still pale, but he leaned into the door, helping me hold it as closed as we could.

“I promise, I hold you when I can,” I whispered to him.

“I know. Thank you.”

I shook my head, “Nothing to thank me for.” I would have said more, but the door threatened to move on us. We both grunted, pushing against the door. I wasn’t sure how much longer we could hold it. Hands started working their way through the crack we couldn’t close and I was tempted to bite them.

~*~*~*~Touru

How did they find me so quickly? I knew the restraining order had been served, otherwise Dad wouldn’t have told me it was in effect. But, Shidou was here. I had a way out. I called the cops first. I was glad Shidou was here to remind me I could do that. I heard the sirens over their screaming. They kept yelling the same things, though, ignoring the approaching police. They were so intent on hurting us, I could almost taste it. All we had to do was keep them from getting in. I was scared, very scared, but I had things I could do. I had a way out. I didn’t have to take it anymore.

I heard them start to scream at the police. After what felt like forever later, the door suddenly closed under us. Shidou leaned against it with his back and pulled me into his arms and we stood there a couple of minutes, him holding me and me resting against his chest with my eyes closed, until there was a knock on the door, “Shidou, Touru, it’s Dad. Please open the door.”

I moved away from Shidou, but he continued to hold me as we stood up away from the door. He reached around and opened it. Dad was there with a police officer. “Are you boys okay?” the officer asked.

“Scared and angry,” I answered, “but they didn’t get inside.”

“May we come in?” the officer asked.

We stepped aside, Shidou still not letting me go. “Please come in.”

They both came in and took seats on the couch. Shidou and I sat in the chair, waiting. The officer asked, “Tell me what happened this morning.”

“I was expecting Shidou’s parents to come over this morning, so when there was a knock at the door, I just opened it. They, my cousins and the people with them, were there and they started yelling. Shidou was in the kitchen and he came out asked them to leave. They started pushing in and he pushed the door closed and told me to use his phone to call his parents and the police. After that, I went and helped him keep the door closed.”

The officer looked at Shidou, “Do you have anything to add?”

“No, that’s what happened, Officer.”

“And you got the restraining order because you believed they’d harm you?”

“Yes, Officer,” I answered. I pulled up my shirt, revealing the scar I had, “When I still lived with them, they gave me this. They thought I was homosexual because I had a demon in my stomach and it needed to be cut out.”

“How long was that before you moved out?”

“About six months.”

“And they didn’t do anything else?”

“I stopped talking to them. Every time I walked by, though, they’d jump and stuff. They continued to drag me to their church. I learned to keep my eyes down so they didn’t know I wasn’t listening.”

“Have they bothered you any other times since you’ve moved out?”

“A couple of times, but they were afraid to go where I worked and would bother me around school. I have reason to believe that they were responsible for those other guys beating us up.” I turned to Dad.

“Why is that?” he asked, leaning forward a little.

“When they got me in the bathroom, they said ‘Too bad they don’t want us messing up your face.’ I was surprised at that.”

The officer asked, “What do you want to do?”

“What are my options?”

~*~*~*~Shidou

I was amazed at how calm he was talking to the officer, asking intelligent questions, answering intelligently. They talked for a while, finally figuring out that the restraining order would allow the police to hold his cousins for seventy-two hours and set up a court date to press harassment charges. There wasn’t much they could do about the rest of the people except press harassment charges, though the apartment complex could press for trespassing and they could be charged with disturbing the peace. It was almost noon before the officer left. Touru then turned to me, wide-eyed. “Your breakfast!”

“I’d just broken the eggs, I hadn’t turned on the stove or anything,” I answered.

He wilted against me and started shaking. I just held him and rubbed his back. Pop and Mom came in and quietly went in the kitchen. Dad sat on the couch, waiting, and Mama sat next to him. Touru started shaking harder and I whispered to him, “It’s okay, I’m here, love.” He gave a shuddering gasp and threw his arms around my neck and began sobbing. I just held him, telling him I loved him and that he did so well and I was proud of him, too. After a while, he calmed, his shaking stopping until he was limp against me again. Mom and Pop brought in some egg sandwiches and tea. I made him eat, at first holding the sandwich for him before he took it from me. He smiled at me a little, though, letting me know he wasn’t upset at me for feeding him.

Pop asked softly, “How ya doing, Touru?”

Touru rolled his head on my chest so he could look at Pop, “Much better than last time. There were things I could do to make it stop and I did them and it stopped. That helped a lot.”

~*~*~*~Touru

Pop smiled at me, “I’m glad. When do you two go and talk to Joseph?”

“Tuesday,” I answered at the same time Shidou did.

Pop’s smile turned to a grin, “I’m glad you’ve talked about it.”

Shidou answered, “We want our relationship to work, so we’re doing everything we can to help it work.”

I followed up, “So, that means talking about things that bother us and stuff. He reminded me what I could do but made me do it today. He wants to protect me, but he also makes me do things. That’s good.” Shidou’s arms tightened around me.

Pop leaned back, “I know Shidou has a good example of how relationships work, and I’m guessing you do, too?”

I nodded, “My parents were very happy together. We heard them fight sometimes, but they always told us that fighting was a good thing. It meant they still could express themselves. There was one time, I remember, that they were screaming at each other and it stopped all of the sudden. Thalia and I were scared, so we went to see what was going on and they were kissing. We knew it was okay, that even though they yelled and screamed, they loved each other.” I nuzzled into Shidou a little, “We told them later they’d scared us and they couldn’t remember what they’d been fighting about.”

Pop and Mom were chuckling. “I’d say you had a good example,” Pop grinned at us. “I think that will help you both, since you know what good relationships look like.”

“And that they take work,” Shidou added. I nodded against his chest.

“Well,” Mama broke in, “we were going to take you shopping if you’d managed to find anything missing.”

I yawned, “We were exhausted after you left last night, and haven’t had time to look today.”

Dad laughed a little, “Why don’t we worry about that later then, and let you two get some rest.” He got up from the couch and ruffled my hair and Shidou’s, too. “Join us for dinner Friday before you go to prom?”

I pulled back to look at Shidou and he was looking at me. “Okay with you?” he asked.

“Yeah, sounds good. I was gonna ask for help with my hair and make up,” I confessed. “Thalia and my mom helped me for our prom.”

Someone touched my head and I looked up. Mom smiled at me. “Why don’t you boys come over right after school and we’ll get you all set, okay? And, Shidou, on Wednesday, you can go with Dad to get your tux.”

Dad added, “And, I expect you in the office tomorrow after school, Shidou. If you’re staying here, you should contribute.”

He spluttered. “If…if I’m staying…we hadn’t talked about that…had we?”

“No, we hadn’t,” I said. “But, if you want to…”

Pop stood. “We’ll let you two discuss it without us around. Whatever you decide, we’ll support you in, okay.”

Mama followed the rest of them out. “Yeah, we won’t rent out your room just yet.” With that, they were gone and Shidou and I were alone again.

I was staring at the door when Shidou muttered, “Love how they assume I’m gonna stay here.”

~*~*~*~Shidou

Panicky green eyes looked at me. “You don’t…” Before he could finish, I kissed him. It took a moment before he responded to me and I didn’t stop until I was sure he was calmer.

“I didn’t say I don’t want to stay, I’m just saying it’s kinda awkward for them to just assume I’m gonna, that’s all, Love.”

“You can stay, if you want,” Touru said softly, looking at my chest.

I lifted his chin and kissed him. “Let’s go to the bedroom and I’ll show you the answer to that.” His eyes widened, and I continued, “I promise if you say stop, I will, but I wanna…I want to love you, Touru.”

Slowly, he stood from my lap, moving just far enough to give me room to stand. I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. He held me, too, and we just stood there a while, savoring the closeness before we moved our heads a little and our lips met. It was very soft at first, our lips just touching, and it just built from there, each of us needing more, giving more. He rocked his hips into me, and he was hard. I groaned and one hand went to his ass, pulling him closer to me. The other hand went to his hair and I pulled his head back a little so I could talk. “Let’s go.”

“Yeah,” he panted.

“I wanna carry you, okay?”

He gave me an odd look but said, “Yeah.”

I slid both hands under his ass and told him to jump a little. He did and I pulled him up. He wrapped his legs around me, his arms tightening around my neck. Very carefully, I walked us into the bedroom, bending over to lay him on the bed, where I continued our interrupted kiss as we both worked our way onto the bed, his arms staying around my neck. When we reached the pillows, I turned us over so he was on top of me. I enjoyed the weight of his body on me. He pulled back and looked in my eyes, a little confusion showing. “I want to feel your body on mine for a bit. I…I think….I love being under you, Touru.”

~*~*~*~Touru

“You want me to…I’ve never…are you sure?” I was nervous and scared and excited all at once.

He rubbed my cheek. “If you want we can switch later. I just want to feel you on me for a while. We can decide later if you do me or if I do you or if we don’t go that far. It doesn’t matter. What matters is that it’s what we want. Are you okay being on top?” His eyes were so full of love I could feel it.

I bent down to kiss him. “I’m fine here, or under you. It’s what we want.” I reclaimed his lips and his arms tightened around me, pulling me closer, his hands caressing my back as we kissed, our tongues exploring, tasting each other. He wrapped his legs around mine and held me close. I slowly released his lips and began kissing along his cheek to his neck. He needed to shave, his stubble rough against my lips, but it added to the need I felt for him. Yes, I needed him. It scared me a little, but I needed him.

I reached his neck and he cried out. I was about to pull away, thinking I’d hurt him or something and he moaned, “Don’t stop, it feels good.” I hummed and he groaned again, so I kept kissing, trying different touches. I licked his neck and he moaned loudly so I did it again. His arms tightened around me, trembling and he kept whispering “so good” over and over. I don’t know why, but I tried nibbling at his neck and he arched into my body, almost screaming, one hand going to my head to keep my mouth in contact with his neck. Slowly, I released his neck, licking it, kissing it softly and his body relaxed into the bed again.

When he let go of my head, I pulled back to tease, but the words didn’t make their way out of my mouth. His eyes were closed, his lips parted, he looked completely at peace with everything. My heart swelled and I kissed him softly on the cheeks before kissing his mouth again. My hands slipped down his chest, pulling up his tee shirt and I could feel his hands pulling at mine. I pulled back from our kiss and let him pull off my shirt before I pulled his off. His hands caressed my back a bit and he looked at me, looked into my eyes with utter trust and peace. He’d be okay with anything I wanted to do to him and that…it almost frightened me. I buried my face in his neck and he continued to just hold me. He didn’t talk, didn’t do anything but rub my back and hold me.

“You’re not gonna try anything?” I asked into his shoulder.

“I said I wanted to love you, that’s what I am doing. Do you want me to do something more?” he said softly, turning so his breath was warm in my hair.

I pulled back, “You’d really be okay if this was all I wanted to do? I can feel you’re hard, don’t you want to get off?”

He brought his hand up to my cheek. “I’m with you, Touru, that’s what I want. If I get off, then that’s kinda like icing, nice, but I still have my cake, y’know?”

“Icing makes the cake better,” I pointed out petulantly.

He laughed a little. “Yeah, it does, but the point is, I’m happy being with you. If you want to stop and just hold each other for a while, or even if you wanted to get up and clean the apartment, I’d be fine with that. But, if you want to keep going, I’m fine with that, too.”

I lay back down on his chest, “Did it really feel that good? When I bit your neck?”

“Yeah, it really felt that good,” he whispered back, tightening his arms around me.

I lifted my head enough to prop it up with my hand. “I wonder…” I let the words trail off.

He moved a little to look up at me easier. “What do you wonder?”

“Where else I can get those noises out of you?” I asked, laughing a little.

He smiled. “Well, there’s one way to find out…” I bent down and nipped at his nipple, just out of curiosity really, and he cried out “Touru!” I pulled back to look at him again and he was panting, “There’s one.”

“Yep,” I agreed, moving down so it’d be easier to keep exploring. “I like it when you call my name,” I added as I began kissing his chest. I also liked that he knew what to say to calm my fears, and that he never really seemed to be trying, just saying what he really meant. He seemed to be starting to say something, but I didn’t give him a chance. I moved quickly and nibbled his other nipple, causing him to cry out. Instead of letting it go quickly, I kept exploring it, licking, sucking, tasting it. He continued to cry out, his hips starting to rock into my stomach.

I used my hands to slowly pull his pajama pants down. I’d decided what I wanted out of this. We were going to go all the way, and if he wanted me on top, then that’s what we’d do. I looked up from his chest enough to ask, “Where’d you leave the condoms and lube?”

“I moved them into the nightstand,” he answered, his hands tangling in my hair, pulling my head up. “Don’t do this because you think I want it.”

“No, I want to. Are you sure?”

The look he gave me when he said, “Yes, I’m completely sure.” I’ve never seen so much in someone’s eyes before. I kissed him deeply, my tongue exploring his mouth as he pulled me closer. I got my hands under him and cupped his ass. His legs went around my waist and he held me so close to him. I worked his pants down and he pulled back from our kiss and let his legs fall back to the mattress. “Completely sure,” he whispered again.

“I love you,” I whispered as I slid down his body, kissing where I could as I pulled his pants off his legs, throwing them off the bed when they were free of his feet. I pulled my pants off and tossed them, too, before reaching over to the nightstand. I sat back on my heels and looked at the condom I’d pulled out of the box. I looked back up at him. “I’ve never used one. Help me?”

He sat up and kissed me softly before taking the package from me and opening it. He picked up the lube and said, “A little bit in the end makes it feel better.” A couple of drops and he pinched the end. “Hold it like this. You want it a little loose at the end so there’s room for the come to go. Unroll it a little,” he said as he did so, “then put it on and slowly unroll it.” His hands were so warm on me, I moaned. He kissed me as his hands worked the rubber down my shaft. He pulled back when it was all the way down. He was panting a little. He picked up the lube and put some in his hand. “Always use this,” he said, sliding the cool gel over my rubber covered shaft. It felt oddly intimate and distant at the same time. He kissed me again and laid back down. He bent his knees, spreading them so I could see everything he had. “Be gentle and go slow. I love you, Touru.”

I moved so I was back over him, one hand supporting my body, the other guiding my shaft to his body. One of his hands came down and helped me find his opening. I could see him breathing slowly, making his body relax. I pressed in slowly, meeting a lot of resistance. His face scrunched up and I was going to pull back when he said, “Don’t pull back. It hurts, yeah, but I think it’ll be worse if you pull out. Keep going in.”

I hesitated. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

He pulled my hips in to his a lot faster than I would have gone. It hurt me. It must have been agony for him. His breathing was high and sharp, but he continued to hold me. “Touru, I love you,” he panted out, his voice a lot higher than it normally was.

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” I protested weakly. It was starting to feel good, to have the heat of his body around me.

“Kiss me and make it better, then,” he panted, his voice getting lower. He lifted his head so I could reach his lips. I held his head with my hands and he continued to hold my hips as our lips joined. I could feel his body loosening around mine and his hands began to move my hips slowly, just little motions at first.

~*~*~*~Shidou

The pain was receding. Pulling him in all the way probably wasn’t the smartest thing, but I didn’t want to give him time to rethink his decision. I wanted this. I felt so full with him in me, so complete. I moaned a little when he started moving on his own. I could feel my own hips moving to meet his movements and the pain was becoming just a memory. His lips left mine and he began nibbling at my neck again and I cried out, calling his name because it felt so right to do so.

His voice was husky in my ear. “I love it when you call my name.” He nibbled on my ear and I whined his name. My hands wandered his body, one hand slipping between his ass cheeks, the other into his hair. I found his hole and he whined in pleasure as he kept moving in me. “Feels so good,” he moaned.

I could feel myself getting to that place. “Touru, touch me,” I whispered, hoping he heard above our moans, above the sound of the bed as it groaned with our movements. He propped his body on one elbow, and slid the other hand between our bodies. I think I screamed when his hand wrapped around me. He began pulling in time with his thrusts into me, the change in his position making him come really close to hitting something in my body that begged for contact. I rolled my hips with his movements and his shaft hit it. The world exploded around me, colors dazzling my vision. I screamed for him to anchor me as I came hard. I could hear him call for me as he jerked into my body, hitting that spot again.

The next thing I was aware of, he was on my chest, panting heavily, drenched in sweat, his face buried in my neck. “Don’t know what Mom meant, awkward and stuff. I think that was pretty good,” I managed. I could feel my lower back beginning to ache, though, and my ass hurt, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Touru propped himself up, looking dazed, content, but also a little worried. “I hurt you, though.”

“A little pain isn’t a bad thing, Touru. I’ll be okay. We knew it would hurt a little. Mom was right about that.” I rubbed my hands up and down his back, “Please don’t tell me you regret any of it.”

“I wish I didn’t hurt you, but I don’t regret doing this with you,” he whispered, his head going to my neck again.

I pulled his lips to mine, kissing him soundly. “I can accept that. But, if it’s any consolation, I think that’s the best orgasm I’ve ever had.” His eyes were tired as he slowly pulled out of me. I reached down. “Hold the condom when you pull out.”

He pulled himself off of me, grimacing a little. “We need a shower.” He looked at the used condom and pulled a face. “It’s kinda…weird. Sex is messy and dirty, but…I wanna do it again.”

I tried to sit up but my body wouldn’t cooperate. “I do to, but, yeah, a shower would be good. And, don’t put that in the toilet. It’ll clog it. Will you start the water? I’ll be right in, as soon as I can convince my body to cooperate.” He looked over at me, ready to apologize again, I think. “I wouldn’t trade this for anything. Please, start the water and I’ll be right there.” I pulled him down to me and kissed him. “I love you so much, Touru.”

“You called my name when you came.” He smiled at me.

“I did. I heard you call my name, too, and it made my orgasm that much better, too.”

He kissed me again. “It felt right.”

I caressed his cheek. “I’m glad, Love.”

He kissed me again and left the bed, smiling at me again before he left the room. I rolled to my side, my back protesting, but it was starting to feel better. I moved to sit up and rethought that assessment. It hurt. No two ways about it, but I still wouldn’t change that for anything. I heard the water running and saw Touru in the hall getting towels. His face held a touch of pain, but he didn’t look like he regretted anything, so I could live with that. He put the towels in the bathroom and came back in the room to help me up. He continued to hold me until we were both in the shower. I leaned against him while the water hit my back and he rubbed my back gently. I hugged him. “That helps a lot, Love.”

He squeezed me. “I’m glad.”

“I’ll return the favor when we switch.”

“I’m not gonna get impatient, like some people.”

I nuzzled into his neck. “Not impatient, I just didn’t want you to pull out. I like how you feel inside me. Besides, Mom said it would hurt less as we did more.”

“Would have been nice if the others hadn’t laughed at us,” he groused.

“Yeah, but we figured it out. I love you.” I yawned into his neck. Very gently, he washed me as I continued to lean on him. I could feel him washing himself too, as we stood there, but my limbs felt so heavy. “I’m sorry,” I mumbled.

“Return the favor and we won’t worry about it,” he said softly, reaching around me to turn off the water. He wrapped a towel around me. “But not today.” He dried me off and led me back to our bed. I was asleep before he joined me.