Forbidden Memories

Carmel eyes adjusted to the candle-lit darkness and watched Damion almost hungrily. \"I\'m not picky, your choice.\" Stepping closer, his own form was toned but not overly so, he still had a bit of little boy lankiness to him. \"God. I...\" unable to help himself his hands settled on the youth\'s hips and he leaned in kissing him deeply, tongue darting past his lips, tasting that long forgotten flavor. Fingers curling into his sides then moving gently along the waistband of his old friend and love\'s pants toying with the button or snap or whatever it maybe. Velcro for all he knew, KC wasn\'t paying a lot of attention. This was like a moment out a dream for him, so much better than a night in a stinky dumpster. One hand was still curling softly along Damion\'s hip. Without realizing it he purred softly into the kiss. The hand on the youth\'s hip moving down and around to caress the arse wrapped in those tight pants, using that to pull Damion even closer as he still toyed with that button. Bath... yes, the bath. Need bath. He knew it, but he didn\'t stop, tried but not very hard.

Fall groaned, pulled into the kiss, hips moving obdiently forward to KC\'s body, fingers tracing along his chest, over his stomach. He felt the contours and whimpered a little, finger tips brushing over ribs as if he was counting them. Oh gods, what was he doing? Sucking on KC\'s tongue that was what he was doing. The hunger was growing. The urge, the desire. Nails, digging a little into what flesh they could find. A thousand thougths were running through his head, and a dozen sensations were threatening to overwhelm. Ah damn, damn, they weren\'t going to have any wine, were they? No, they weren\'t. Fall backed up a little, teeth pulling at his lower lip. Ok, lets turn this into a game. Then we might regain some control, yea, yea...Fall leant back from the kiss, backing away towards the bath. KC\'s grip would hold him, as you would expect, but this would pull them both back. He took a wee step up (it was a bath on a podium), hands lifting to slide along KC\'s arm to where they toyed with the button of his jeans. He unpopped the first, then the second, until he was sitting on the edge of the bath, all buttons undone. \"Well? Are you wanting your bath or not?\"

He growled softly as he was pulled back, like a puppy after a bone. As Damion sat on the edge of the bath, KC just stared. Trying to remember the last time he had seen such beauty. Hesitating only for a brief moment he did something he hadn\'t done in a very very long time. He picked the youth up into his arms, managing to adjust himself so he could slide off those blasted pants, then set him in the bath without a word. Bitting his lip, soon following straddling the now wet bare flesh. Before this went any farther he had to know something. He had noticed the few falters when he had used the name Damion, so working up the courage the question came out soft and low. \"Would you rather I call you something else? Besides D or Damion?\" As he waited for the answer his mouth became impatient and found Damion\'s neck nibbling hungrily, fingers curling gently in the other\'s hair. Kissing continued along the neck and up to the earlobe, teeth grasping and dragging slowly downward. Mmmm. The youth felt just the same as KC always remembered with the exception of growing up a bit.

Fall shivered, the water engulfing around them at this moment and hands finding and tracing along his spine. \"Ah, damn, KC, is this, really the time to be talking about my identity?\" He purred, wriggling almost desperatly at the onslaught on his neck and shoulder. Ah, damn, this was unreal, this was...The water was hot, almost too hot. The bubbles squishing against his skin as he leant against the curve of the bath. \"Its just. I\'m used to, being called. Fall.\" Fall. Found in the Fall, he made people Fall into depth of carnal sin, he had a dozen people Fall in love with him. The youth tilted his head back, one hand drifing around to trail over KC\'s chest, thumb outlining one of his nipples, encouraging it to become erect. Damn. Felt...not enough. \"KC...\" He whimpered a little, not sure where this would end up, where they would go. Damn, HIs last reunion had ended up as a quick fuck in the Clover bathrooms. Why was it always bathrooms that reunions ended up in? Jesus no, but he wasn\'t complaining.

A soft moan slipped from his lips as he felt his nipple harden to Da-- err Fall\'s touch. A gulp as he found it difficult to breathe. God blessed he wanted this, needed this and yet, something. Something was wrong. Maybe it was the bathroom surroundings or maybe he just felt odd anywhere but that alley. Ignoring it his hand slid down to do the same to Fall\'s nipple as was being done to his own, the kisses slipped down, as his body did as well. Lips moving down slowly over the water soaked flesh along the youth\'s collar bone, tongue moving from left to right ignoring the bubbles that found there way into his mouth it only made the moment more surreal. Soon his teeth and lips had found the nipple his fingers had been taunting. Gentle nips at the nub wanting to feel it harden on his tongue to know he still had the talent however slight it might be, to leave the other wanting him even more. Now lets not take that wrong, Fall had - has much more talent than KC ever did, but they both had the talent to keep each other aching, they knew each other\'s buttons and special spots. The dirt was washing off his body without help, not that he was really focused on the dirt right now.

Fall wriggled, he squirmed, arching under that onslaught and letting out a whimper. Despite the heat, his nipple hardened. It wasn\'t the only part of his body that was hardening, and it was growing with a needing ache. Teeth bit at his lower lip, eyes half lidding as he shifted to watch what was being done to him. \"Oh *fuck* KC...\" He whimpered. He\'d forgetten this, how it felt to be with someone who was *always* tender with him. Someone who kissed him so reverntly. It was like little electric sparks, one hand lifting and curling fingers through KC\'s hair, giving it a playful tug. Skin was red with the heat, and with arousal. Oh damn, if something didn\'t happen soon it would be torment, a great torment. \"Oh gods KC, KC...\" He whispered that name like it was some sort of mantra, and at this moment, it rather was. Fall swallowed, shifting some and trailing fingers along and down KC\'s neck, nails scratching at his shoulder.

---Chapter 7 is on the way---