Forbidden Memories

\"It\'s me darling D. Just me.\" The rhythm was settled, hands slid down Falls form, rest on his hips. Every movement spoke of many different emotions, but most of *just* them. No one else was in this moment. Curling himself as he continued to slide in and out his lips found Fall\'s naval and his tongue darted out to circle around it, like he had done so many times before. Letting it run up the youth\'s chest, over the right nipple then left, along the collar bone and to the neck. Kissing carefully, wouldn\'t want to leave a red mark and get them both in trouble. Though he wasn\'t sure how long his logical thought would last. Hands moving from Fall\'s hips around to grab his arse and lift it up a bit more caressing the soft cheeks as he groaned again. \"Oooh Damion...\" Gulping at the emotion and feelings of pleasure flooding through him.

Fall shuddered. Oh gods, goosebumps sliding along his body instead of sweat as that tongue circled his navel and slide upwards. He remembered it all now. The whispered words, the akward postions, the wriggling, the tenderness. The way those lips kissed away the pain of bruises that were almost too much to bear, the way hands smoothed over aching wounds. The way they slid over him now, smoothing the skin instead of pulling, massaging and tender. The muscles in the small of his back tensed along with those on his hips, transfering the slight weight and rising hips obdiently to KC\'s gentle requests. Each movement was smoother than the first, the tingling spreading outwards from his groin. \"Oh KC...\" It was almost sad, it was almost tearful as Fall fought the mixture between desire and bodily need and the strange feelings of *knowing* he was cared for with KC\'s motions. Arms tensed and Fall wriggled down gently with KC\'s motions, following the thrust of his hips with the odd grind down with his own, lips finding lips and drawing the other into a much needed --and desperatly missed-- tender kiss, tongue searching for tongue to dance with it in that way which they had used to muffle their cries and moans of pleasure in the back allys.

Lips found Fall\'s just as they always had. It was was odd. Odd as in he wasn\'t using his soft kisses to soothe wounds and bruises. He had always used them to convey his feelings, so *that* didn\'t change at all. Tongue melting with tongue, tasting and taking the taste from the youth\'s mouth into his own. Purring against the soft lips. Part of him wanted to give the kind of kiss that proved just how much Fall belonged to him, but that wasn\'t his place. Pushing in deeper and holding still he grinded slightly. A loud moan fell from his throat, his head pulled away from Fall and fell back lost in that feeling. Mouth open in that perfect little lips. His body was shiving, it was obvious in the very light shaking of his torso. \"Damion....\" He had loved those moments with him before this moment but now they weren\'t cramped in a dumpster this was *wonderful*

There was a shuddering, almost mournful moan as KC pulled away from the kiss. One hand lifting from the sheets to entwine with hair and tug gently. Not rough, not cruel, just gentle. \"so...close...Can\'t. struggling...\" he was. The organ between his legs was throbbing, the pulse almost visable along the vein. It was something Fall had too much control over, his bodily functions, and the urge to come was something large. But he managed to hold it back, he was always capable of the act. A nervous swallow, pupils dilating and chest heaving as breath began to get a little more difficult. The tingleing was everywhere, all consuming but it was beginning to bunch, to focus. Fall didn\'t know if he should be quiet or loud, wriggly or lying back all euphoric like. He knew what it was to be quiet, but that was out of necessity with KC. Now, he just wanted to give up to it, let whatever happened naturally happen. But there was the begging, deep part of Fall that was inherinatly, Fall, Damion. The need to please, the need to be how others wanted him, the need to be in their eyes the symbol of perfect. And you only managed to do that by pandering to their desires. To. The. Last. Letter.

Somehow he could sense the warring thoughts in the youth\'s brain, maybe it was the look in Fall\'s eyes. KC had always been better at reading them than anyone. \"Please yourself darling, let it happen. Nothing faked here. Not now.\" The words were spoken softly and then he was lost. The rhythm picked up, throbbing, aching. His breathing shallow and heavy. Close. Right on that edge. Fingers curled into Fall\'s hips now, pulling him closer. Wanting to that place, way beyond rationality and let him free fall into the ultimate moment. Wanted to lean down and kiss the youth, but the pleasure was too much, eyes clinched shut, hair mussed up, light sheen of sweet over his form. \"I... oooh... God! Damion!\" Even with the last shove deeper it was gentle, yet firm and self explainatory as he growled, body stiffening, back arching \"DAMION!!!\" Spilling inside him, in a blaze of white thunder. Barely able to hold himself up - still free falling in that swirl of release, forcing himself to keep moving riding out that slowly ebbing wave of climax.

Oh god. That gentle whisper, that \'please yourself\' was something new. He drew in a breath, and with it his body seemed to tense, feeling KC buck up inside of him. It was like the button that released the dam. Fall came, but not hard and violent as he expect to. There was wriggling, a whole body relax as the sensations exploded uprwards and down along all his limbs, arching up and wriggling down. Thighs of course tensed, small of the back too. Oh Damn. It was a long drawn out moan, head tossing as beads of sweat crawled through his hair. \"KC....\" He breathed, moaned and groaned. \"KC...\" It was a pant, a mantra, floating along on this plane for so many surreal moments until his body was too tired to cope with it anymore. Ah, damn, damn damn..\"KC...KC...oh god KC....\" Eyes slipped shut. It had never been like this before.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph. This moment would be one never forgotten, etched forever in his memory. No strength left he fell on top of the youth. Flesh to flesh. Lips found Fall\'s, breathing for one another. Could anyone doubt the feelings thick in this room? Do or don\'t it didn\'t matter. KC knew that Fall wasn\'t truly his. Though he was calmed by the knowing that they still had that old spark. Arms wrapped gently around the youth, turning them both on their side, kiss not breaking. It was too sweet to end it just yet. Holding him close, fingers dancing along his spine. Moving up to his neck and up into his hair gently massaging his scalp, taking what he could and claiming it as his own. His sweet, lovely Damion. In KC\'s mind the youth would always be his, even if only partically. Still shivering slightly against the warm body he held so close. Just them. *Just* them.

Fall panted a little, tongue flickering over his lips. He was rolled complinatly, still struggling for his breath and kissing back, hands lifting and sliding through hair. Back arched a little, sliding under those fingers. It\'s was a nice feeling. But he had to break the kiss else he\'d break down into tears because he couldn\'t have this all the time, he couldn\'t have something as kind and as tender. But Fall *knew* even if he did leave Cyn, and ended up with KC, he\'d cheat on him. Fall was a compulsive cheater and he couldn\'t help it. Hell, damn, he was cheating on Cyn right now, the man the he...Fuck. He lay back, struggling for his breath a little and it suddenly came out as sob. Hand lifted to the back of his mouth and Fall bit on the side to stifle it. Oh god. What was happening to him? Oh god, what was going to happen now?

It didn\'t take a rocket scientist to feel the change in the room. Sitting up. Carmel gaze resting on Fall. \"What did I do?\" Wait. Dumb question. He had showed the boy tenderness for the first time in ages he was sure. He had known the moment would end. Just wished it wasn\'t yet, but it was over. \"Forgive me Fall...\" That name so foregein almost fowl to his tongue. He wanted to say Damion. Except that the youth now laying there had slipped back into Fall, like wearing another skin. KC ached. He had always know that Fall was never completely faithful with him and that had never really bothered him, because he had always felt that the youth felt something more with him than he ever had with anyone else. The moment was gone and the cold had set in. Wanted to comfort him, but had a feeling he would only get pushed away. So... he just sat there.

He\'d cried the first time they\'d made love. Fall remembered that. Back when he was Damion. Damion. Fall, Fall Damion. Oh god. Eyes crinkled shut, and as KC pulled away he rolled over burying his face into the others chest and hiding there, trying to muffle the sobs that was racking through his body. He was confused, he was torn and what was worse he\'d cheated on Cyn *and* KC in one easy motion, in one session, he\'d managed. Oh sweet god what kind of monster was he? He knew what sex meant to others, and yet he\'d lay with anyone that stirred any sort of emotion in him. That was kind of against the point wasn\'t it. Forehead found KC\'s shoulder, fingers curling into chest. \"God no, not you, not you...\" He managed. \"Me, I\'m so sorry. Oh god. I\'m so sorry, I... I god KC, I\'m sorry for \"Everything, for every little blow and brusie you\'ve ever had, to every single heart break I\'ve called you, for every single tear you\'ve shed over me. God damn, I\'m so, so so so sorry for ever coming into your life....\"