I want to share it...

Title- I want to share it...
Author- Syra
Disclamer- This storie contains underaged males engaging in sexual relations. If any of this offends you, please do not continue with the story. All characters owned my myself and BeyondAlgo

Summary- When faced with an abusive family, Ryu has always needed someone to turn too. Finding his best friend becoming something more, Ryu is ready to give himself up to Dynast, before something can tear them apart.

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Outside it was raining, well, more like pouring. It had started that morning; instead of the rising sun the sky was overcast and drizzling. Small rivers were running alongside the road, swirling and picking up all of the debris left behind after the snow had melted. Though the biggest problem was the park. The fields were nothing more than a bog, the ground having turned into oozing mud beneath the thin carpet of awakening grass. Picking your way through the solid patches was as impossible as navigating through King Minos’s Labyrinth, and just as unattractive of a prospect.

The sound of his footfalls was almost completely drowned out by the rain splattering against the pavement, echoing off the roofs of vehicles and sounding like muted gunshots. Even though he had worn this path through many a year, when you were desperately seeking shelter the road beside the park seemed that much longer. Another suburban house, cars parked outside while everyone was inside, warm and safe from the downpour. One more street and he’d at least be offered that same comfort.

Every house was taunting at him, their neatly pruned grass, white picket fences and orderly gardens beneath the windowsills. It was as if the neighborhood had signed an oath of suburbia, ensuring that there would be nothing dastardly about their homes, always representing the classic stereotype of proper sub divisions. They were just images of what his father thought was perfection, the norm of society. Perhaps in some way he had been subconsciously defying the older Kaitz when he had befriended Dynast.

Toys were scattered everywhere, the front lawn the decided resting-places for bicycles, balls and outcast dolls that were now soaked and loosing their luster. The grass had not been mowed yet this spring, a result of the toddler that was in control of the house at the moment. Even the small patch of bare dirt next to the wall, usually reserved for gardens, had been turned into a make shift sandbox. Tiny castles and roads paved by the wheels of toy cars, next to upturned boxes and what looked to be an abandoned lunch kit.

And this house, with its peeling paint and colorful curtains, was more of a home to him than the one he had just abandoned.

Jumping up the steps to the front porch two at a time, the screen door swung open before the boy even got a chance to ring the doorbell. Just inside the house, welcoming him with a towel, was a saint. Hair pulled back and decorated only with the natural streaks of silver in once vibrantly chestnut hair and a baby on her hip, Mrs. Raze was one of the most beautiful ladies Ryu would even confess to meeting. Even after her four children she still gave off an air of confidence and peace, even though the house behind her was pandemonium.

Mrs. Raze had been kind to him for as long as he had known her, and much more stable than his own mother. Her house ran on a different course than his, and yet its rhythm seemed so much smoother. And she was the captain, despite what her husband might say. Ryu figured her to be the true reason why everything seemed fine despite the six occupants of the house. There was something about her eyes that gave off the impression that she knew everything, even before you did it. He suspected that was why the Raze family never seemed to see hardship, because she could predict all that was to happen to them and divert the ill intention.

Ushered inside, Ryu placed his own shoes next to the six that were all ready scattered around the porch. It was almost a routine for him to be here, coming over on a Sunday afternoon after going to church. He had all ready abandoned his fancy clothes at home, the tie far too uncomfortable for him to wish to keep on longer than he needed too. Trading all that in for a plain T-shirt and jeans, he had ran out the door before he could be called back.

Even though it was raining, he had come here to spend time with his best friend. The time he spent within the walls of his families church always left him feeling uncomfortable, and the one thing he wanted was to have the support of his friend. Dynast always managed to make things seem better, and he would never condemn him for the things he did like the ministers that preached to him every weekend.

This place was probably everything that his religion condemned another reason why his father did not approve of him coming to see Dynast. Nothing however could stop him though. And once again here he stood, feeling at home in someone else’s porch and being handed a towel by Mrs. Raze.

After a quick thanks, Ryu pushed himself through the small bit of chaos that covered the lower floor of the house. It seemed as if Eva had brought some of her own friends over, the girls crowded around the coffee table in the living room doing girlie things that Ryu really didn’t care to dwell over. Ducking out of their view and upstairs was easy enough after many years of practice. All of Eva’s friends seemed more interested in Dynast and him than she did, always cooing over the slightly younger boys till they just wanted to escape.

Sanctuary however was found in the second door to the right. Completely familiar with the house, Ryu slipped within the room without even bothering to knock. Dynast knew he was coming, and if his mother had been waiting with a towel, her son would have been informed beforehand. And as expected, Dynast looked up with a smile as Ryu entered, all ready off the bed and heading towards him.

Their friendship had been one of the few things that Ryu felt sure of in his life. They hadn’t even entered preschool the first time they had met. It had been in the same park that had occupied a many adventures in their young lives. He had been napping in the shade, awakening to find himself the interest of another young boy. Even then the fact that they were completely opposite seemed more of an attraction than anything. The strange words, later learned to be Portuguese, that spewed from the others mouth interested him. And even though he was unsure of the orders that the smaller child had been giving him he had followed the boy as he was dragged around the playground.

No longer was their relationship merely pushing and pulling, communicating in a language that only they understood. Though it had taken them both a long time to understand what the other was saying, once it was established they had all ready become much closer than anyone would have imagined. Ryu’s father had always tried to distract him from the eccentric young boy, a fact that Ryu choose to ignore. They were inseparable for many years of their childhood, other friends coming second when it came to the other.

It hadn’t been a surprise when, two years ago, they had become even closer. Ryu hadn’t even expected it to happen. One minute they were the same two people they had always been. The next they had been kissing, as if it was the most natural thing in the world for them to be doing. Since then they could probably be called something more than friends. He was certain that Dynast was the one person that he never wanted to forget in his life, and the time he spent with his friend was always better than the hell of his home.

Before he managed to get out a hello he found himself caught up in a kiss from the other. Returning it was just as much vigor as it was being given, in the back of his head he realized how awkward they probably looked. Even though it was still April Dynast was wearing shorts, while he was standing on the carpet creating a puddle, and all they were doing was sharing a kiss. Pulling back with a small smile at the thought, Ryu raised the towel that was still in his hand.

“Your wet.” Beaten to the punch, Dynast moved to take the towel from his best friend’s hands. Taking it to Ryu’s hair, he quickly tousled the wet locks, loosing site of his friend as he worked. The sight of Ryu like this, titling his head after a brief struggle to make things easier brought forth a laugh that mingled with his next words. “I got stuff for us ta do, so hurry up and dry all ready.”

They were a good team, whether on a sports field or working on an assignment together. Both knew the other inside and out, and played upon the others strength better than most duos. Working together, Ryu was stripped, dried, and changed into a fresh pair of Dynasts clothes. Though the shirt wasn’t quite long enough to cover his stomach entirely, and the pants were tight, it was good enough for a day lounging around the house. The soaked garments would be dried by the time he was ready to go home.

Now free of the burden created by the pouring rain outside, both boys turned to the small pile of items that Dynast had strewn across his bed. Most were hand-me-downs he had managed to get from his older brother; knickknacks they had seen only from afar. Other than that, the few new additions were things such as a corner store comic book, a quick read that was to be passed on to Ryu for the night. It was a small treasure cache with nothing of significant importance, but both shared the goods with enthusiasm. Nothing mattered more to the both of them then the fact that they were able to share everything like this.

~~

“Yes Mom, I made sure to ask Mrs. Raze first, and she doesn’t have a problem with it.”

“Didn’t Father say he had to work tonight? He won’t be home anyway.”

“Mom, what’s the worst that could happen? I’ve stayed here tons of times, and I still come back as the same son you watched leave.”

“Isn’t that over reacting just a little bit? Don’t you trust me, I am 14 all ready, soon I’ll be old enough to drive my own car.”

“Now you’re definitely over reacting.”

“Listen, how about I promise to come home before noon tomorrow, and I’ll cook you lunch to make up for it. You know I had a PD day tomorrow.”

“See, we have a deal. I love you Mom, be home tomorrow.”

Ryu quickly placed the hand set back into the cradle before there was another chance for protest. His Mother may be more lenient than her spouse was, but she still was hard to convince. She was always afraid that she would cause an upset because of the decisions she made behind her husbands back, and it took convincing to get her to agree to something. It was sad really. He had heard stories from his aunts and uncles on holidays about what a brave and confident young woman she had been before her marriage. Things had changed though once that noose had been placed around her finger.

Letting the issue drop from his mind, Ryu turned to Dynast and gave him a thumb up. There was no point in dwelling over something that he couldn’t change. He might as well enjoy the moments in his life that was filled with joy. As brief as they were, they were worth holding on too.

The day had progressed quickly, unnoticed by the boys without the passage of the sun through the sky to mark its progress. Early afternoon had faded into evening while they were occupied with video games and movies. A match of Mario Party could drag on for hours; especially when there was a constant interruption from other siblings about using the television. Complaints of ‘you’ve had it long enough’ or ‘I can’t miss this episode’ were hard to ignore especially when there was no mother to break up the fighting. Mrs. Raze let her children work things out themselves, and was otherwise occupied with a stubborn toddler that did not want to go down for a nap.

Before they had know it, Ryu had been forced to brave a confrontation with his mother about staying the night over at Dynasts house. It had never been a problem when they were younger, despite his Fathers obvious distaste for the Brazilian family. Then things had just been harmless, a camaraderie between young boys that would hopefully strengthen the younger Kaitz man. But things had backfired.

Having his father walk in on Dynast and Ryu sharing a kiss was the lowest thing on his wish list, yet it seemed that some twisted Santa Claus wanted to deliver him a particularly wicked gift. He had been terrified for his friend, not for himself for once. There had rarely been a time when he had not incurred his father’s wrath for something he had done. It was a perverted sense of normalcy, but one that he never wished his best friend to endure.

Dynast had been yanked backwards, Ryu knowing how crushing his fathers grip could be. It had looked as if he had been aiming to smack Dynast himself, to punish him as if he was the reason for his own sons’ failures. Time had stopped, the fist held upwards, Dynast cowering in the steely grip and totally unprepared for what was happening. Dynast came from a home where some of the greatest punishments were making him sit in his room for a half an hour when he wanted to go outside to play. Never would Mr. Raze strike his children.

When faced with the abuse of his father, the best defense was to stay quite and take what he gave you. Talking only made it worse, enraging Readis Kaitz to the point where he was more than ready to do things to Ryu that would keep him home for a week. He had integrated the discrete tactic years ago, and never had he called out against his father when he was in a mood like this. But he had been unable to keep him mouth shut at the sight of Dynast held like a trapped rat.

Pleading for his friend, Ryu had prayed, hoped, that something would deviate his father’s wrath. But he had tried that technique for years, and no supernatural force had spared him from those blows. Inside he had known what to do, and it was a sacrifice that he was willing to make. He had moved against his father, stepping between him and Dynast knowing what would happen next.

The one thing he had to thank his father for was removing Dynast from the house before he turned his attention back to Ryu.

Since that day Dynast had not really been a welcome accessory at their house. He was considered one of the greatest factors in the problem, one that Readis would rather scrap completely than try to solve. Getting out to see Dynast for more than an afternoon was also becoming a rarity. He was terrified that Ryu would be having unprotected sex with half the city before too long, and that Dynast would be the perfect man to introduce him to the wrong crowd.

But looking at Dynast now, there was just something about him that made Ryu doubt the fact that Dynast could be the problem to everything that was going wrong in his life. He knew he was not holding a flame to the expectations given to him by his father. His grades were average, he hung around with one of the ‘oddest’ kids in town, and he was obviously developing a preference towards males rather than females. If there had been one more thing out there for him to do to invoke his fathers ire, he hadn’t found it yet. But he most likely would.

He’d take this evening as a rare treat. There were no more backyard camp outs filled with s’mores and ghost stories, or a movie night that had them falling asleep amidst scattered popcorn kernels. Their plans were far less extravagant than that. Spending some time together was just something they felt they deserved. Besides, how often was it that you got a break on a Monday?

~~

12:00 stared back at him, illuminating the blackened room with its ethereal glow, casting the two forms on the bed in a faint reddish hue. The rain was still beating down upon the house in its relentless attack, leaving streaks upon the window. Credits rolled upon the television set up in Dynasts room, the movie slipping into its final call. It had been an action, or perhaps a comedy. Whatever it had been, it was nothing more than a continuation of a string of movies they had been watching since dinnertime, carrying them into a comatose like spell, eyes riveted on the screen.

They weren’t sure what everyone else was doing; probably asleep by now, tucked under their covers. Sensible people would not be staying up this late for the purpose of watching a few good movies. But, sensible or not, neither one was ready to relinquish themselves up to slumber. Making the action to get up and change the channel was considered another gruesome action.

Side by side on the twin bed, entwined with the sheets, their eyes were still watching the credits roll by. At least, Dynast was. Neither boy had made a move to stop the tape, nor did it look like they would. Dynast was off in his own little world; one that even Ryu was unable to enter. But the red head was not contemplating his best friend’s thoughts.

He was watching the gentle rise and fall of the others chest, and the soft shifting of the blankets that it caused. Even in the dim lighting he was able to see the faint smile that never seemed to leave his friends lips. A slight curl at the corner of the mouth, a twinkle in eyes half lidded and full of mirth. It was one of the features that made people so attracted to Dynast, the easy nature around him. It was one of the reasons why Ryu was attracted to Dynast. The fact that he found his dark features sexy and exotic helped too.

Wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, Ryu cast his eyes into the gloom around them. The screen was black, dimming the light in the room and covering it into a blanket of stillness. It seemed as if the world had stopped for a moment, waiting on a knife’s edge for what was to come next as if it all ready knew.

“Dynast, we should…I want to have sex with you.”

In truth, the spontaneity of the statement only existed in the fact that he actually got up the courage to say it aloud. Ryu had been contemplating the idea for a while; turning it over and over again in his mind till it became a near obsession. Every time he would close his eyes all he could think about was committing him self to this one single act. He was able enough to hide during the day. Life moved to quickly to stop and think at times. Yet when he would try to drift off into sleep, all he could think about was finally crossing the line.

There was some part of him that desperately wanted to get it over with. Sex. It was a taboo, something that you knew everyone did, but no civilized person would speak of it. But Ryu wanted to know what was going on behind all of those closed doors. And Dynast was the only one he wanted to be with. He loved Dynast, even though he knew that he was wrong for those feelings. He was the one person that Ryu could see himself feeling comfortable enough to make that leap.

He knew Dynast was looking at him. Even though he was more interested in a small crack within the wood of the closet door, he could feel those eyes boring down on him. Hatred was not an expected reaction, nor was complete rejection. In fact, Ryu was sure that Dynast would agree with him to an extent. They had done more than just kiss before, but things had never gotten out of hand. The other boy had often been the instigator of the spontaneous events, and Ryu was often the one that finished them for fear of getting caught. It was hard to do things together when the only place you could be together was the crowded house of the Raze family.

Licking his lips again, needing to do something as a small reassurance that he was still in reality, Ryu finally turned his crimson gaze back to the other. As he had thought, the other had risen to a sitting position. He looked curious, which was an encouraging sign in itself. He felt like laughing, crying, screaming; anything to break the small tension that had built up in the room. Scooting forwards a bit; Ryu transferred himself onto his knees, facing Dynast completely now. They were close… the bed seemed even smaller.

Leaning forwards, lips pressed together. It had been an impulse, just like the one to voice his obsession aloud. But feeling that contact was enough to surge confidence back into his system. This was perfect, all he needed; a kiss, this familiarity and the love that they shared. Fingers clenching into the blanket beneath him, his balancing point at this time, a fluttery sigh broke from his lips. He knew Dynast would not say no, he knew that as they slowly moved together, the distance between them slowly closing.

He noticed a hand was in his hair, softly stroking the strands in a tender embrace. His hand had also migrated, pulling on the front of the others pajamas. Something inside of him said that they would have to go slow. Neither of them really knew what they were doing, instincts guiding the leash. Youth however was a wonderful drug, and as the heat of the room seemed to rise, Ryu felt invincible.

All he wanted was more of everything. That was probably the reason why he was here. Chest to chest with Dynast, their foreheads resting gently against the others, the small logic trickled through his consciousness. He had always wanted more out of life, even though his father had told him that all he wanted was worthless. But he wanted Dynast, more than he thought he wanted anything else before. Being this close to him, practically sitting in the other boy’s lap, was not enough for him. It was just a taste of something he feared that he would become addicted too.

Taking the small moment to actually breathe, crimson eyes locked with tuscan orbs that seemed to hold a bit of mischief. Despite his comment, he could tell that nothing had changed between them. There would still be that undying friendship that was able to endure any hardships that they faced. Whatever they did tonight, Ryu knew that Dynast would always be there for him. And what more could he ask?

"Ryu," coming from Dynast, his name sounded so much nicer. "All ya ever had ta do was ask."

Burying his head in Dynast neck, a small rise of laughter spilled out into the room. "That sounds so cheesy Dynast." People could call Dynast stupid, taken in by his overly happy and simplistic attitude. And it was a reasonable assumption to make. But Ryu had trouble thinking of anyone else who could make a person feel good. Pulling back, Ryu offered a warm smile towards his friend. "But, it's probably what I needed to hear."

~~

That was all it took. He never would have believed that such a simple suggestion could lead to this. They were lying next to each other; clothes discarded on the floor save for the light barrier of their remaining boxers. All ready their necks were covered with the signs of kisses and affections. All ready they could feel their hearts beating painfully against their chests, their bodies heaving as they drew is haggard breaths. It was so much in such a small time, but neither one of them wanted to stop.

He let his hand trail gently downwards, fingers brushing against the tan skin that stood out so strongly against the snow-white sheets. Every muscle and curve was followed, and Ryu had to catch his breath as his fingers found their way down the hem of Dynasts boxers. Pausing momentarily, he let his fingers still, glancing back at the other to catch the pleasured look of his friend’s face.

This was it, the thin line that had yet to be breached. They had seen each other naked as children before, but only in passing. Everything had been innocent. To go beyond this point, even though they had both committed themselves to the act, was …slightly intimidating. He wanted to do this right; he didn’t want to ruin this. But he knew that every worry that was running through his mind was little more than hesitation.

Before he could talk himself out of it anymore, Ryu dropped his gaze from Dynasts and watched as he drew his hand under the elastic of the others black boxers. He could feel the small nest of curls there, and hear the responding whimper from Dynast as he did so. Continuing the small action that had received a positive response, Ryu licked his lips as he felt his own member twitch in response to Dynasts small cries. He wanted to make his feel that good again. It made him feel good when Dynast felt good.

He had wrapped his fingers around Dynast before he let his mind hesitate again. Instantly he felt the warmth coming off of the other, the hardness increasing as he gave it a few experimental strokes. Once again he was rewarded with a pleasured cry from Dynast, muffled by the pillow he was clutching to his face. This couldn’t even compare to the things that people did to themselves, desperately wishing to relieve the pressure as they sat alone in a darkened room. But even still, both boys knew full well the danger that could come if the people on the other side of the room were to hear them.

The rhythm they soon established left both boys panting. Dynast from the pleasure he was getting from the strokes along his member, Ryu from a desperate ache that was building up inside of him. Hearing the cries for Dynast combined with the feeling and knowledge of what his hand was doing was getting to him, pooling in his loins and leaving his with an uncomfortable ache. Bringing his free hand downwards, it joined the rhythm his other hand had set, slowly stroking his own erection through the material of his boxers. Letting out a choked cry, crimson eyes slid shut as if to block out the intensity of what he was feeling.

Despite the sound of their heavy breathing, Dynast knew well enough that something had changed. Peeking out from the pillow he had anchored himself too, he couldn’t help but moan at the sight before him. The sight of Ryu touching himself set fire to his veins, igniting something within him that he didn’t know was there. The feeling of Ryu touching him was only adding fuel to the flames.

He could feel something building up inside of him. It was as if he wanted so much more of this, more of this feeling. He wanted to be able to see Ryu like this all the time, his face flushed and washed in a wave of pleasure. Biting his lip, Dynast could hardly contain himself, keep everything he was feeling bottled up. The world seemed to be shrinking beneath him in this perfect moment, lifted high beyond anything he had ever felt before. It was indescribable, and completely desirable.

Reaching down himself, his tanned fingers found their place atop the others. Squeezing the other gently, Dynast waited for those crimson orbs to open and lock with him. Greeting them with a smile, he leaned in to share a kiss with the other. He had awoken something with Dynast, and he wanted to share that with him.

Moving them quickly, both boys ended up in different positions. Pinned to the bed, his red hair strewn across the mattress, shock was the only emotion that registered on Ryu’s face for a moment. His hand had released its hold on Dynast, pulled out to steady himself as he was shifted. But that did not seem to faze Dynast, the boys wild bags falling down into Ryu’s face as he rested above the other, positioned between the others opened thighs. Thighs that felt silkier than he had ever remembered, seeming to extend forever before disappearing into the fabric of the others boxers.

He followed the expanse of skin with eager digits. Every curve, dip and muscle probed as he followed the legs upwards. Eventually he too was met with the barrier of the others boxers. Cotton was far too harsh in comparison to the texture of Ryu’s skin. It was robbing him of the complete sight of Ryu, panting and silent beneath him for once. The chest that shone with a thin layer of sweat, and the thighs that were angling upwards as if they were waiting for the right moment to wrap around Dynasts waist left him wanting to see more, to see what was hidden beneath that fabric.

Hooking his finger into the thin elastic band, slowly the hampering garment was brought downwards, sliding over the skin as he helped it over the more difficult areas. As inch after inch was revealed, Dynast felt his heart speed up even more, a color finding its way to his darkened skin. He was far from embarrassed, but the sight of Ryu like that was more than a little exciting.

Ryu gasped and groaned; the feeling of the fabric brushing against his arousal was driving him crazy. He knew Dynast was looking at him, yet with every bit of skin that was bared, he felt exhilarated. He felt good, knowing that Dynast was checking him out like that, and that he was desirable to the other. Breathing hitching as he watched the other toss his garments away, he looked down to check the appearance of the other. Despite his now all consuming nudity, Dynast had managed to keep his boxers in place, though a bit more skewed. Pulling himself up to rest upon his elbows, Ryu reached out to tug gently at the edge of the others ones undergarment.

“Join me, why don’t you.” Breathless and laced with a hint of laughter, the words almost seemed out of place amongst the sounds of their arousal that flitted through the room.

Returning the small chuckle, Dynast wasted no time in riding himself of the garment, hissing as it brushed against his own arousal. Soon it was joining the other garment on the floor, soon forgotten by both. They were far too busy staring down the other. The hard planes of the others body, brought out by the sports they had both played for years, the smooth skin and the hidden parts of the other that had been hidden before. It was slowly soaking into their memory, engraving itself into some hidden recess of their minds, a small treasure they could always keep from this moment.

Lowering himself down into the curves of the warm body beneath him, both boys groaned as their bare skin came into contact. Covered in sweat, they began to move, not wasting any time as they were driven by their bodies to seek out the pleasure that they had been sharing. Rubbing against each other, their hardness trapped between the weight of their bodies and providing an agonizing friction that set them on fire. Trying to ignore the consuming feelings, the indulged themselves in the others skin, placing kisses and bites amongst the smooth skin that was open too them. It was all they could do to be kept from drowning in these feelings.

They were both being guided by instinct. Every touch coming from source within in them, their brains having nothing to do with the actions they were no participating in. Even the moans that fell from parching lips were involuntary. Everything was falling into place, escalating to the next plateau.

His eyes had slid closed a while ago, as if by blocking out the visuals he would be able to grab a hold of something in this torrent of emotions. It was a little much, and as his hips continued to arch up into the stimulus being provided, he felt himself coming to the jumping point. And yet he was not sure if he wanted to make that leap quite yet. But with every moment that he took debating internally, the waves of pleasure were pushing up against his back, drawing him closer and closer, beyond his control.

Managing to get out a strangled moan, his hand found its way to Dynasts chest. “D…Dynast. Mnn, please, stop.” He managed to force the words out, fighting their way between his struggling pants for breath. Dynast’s response was not as willing, slowly bringing him self to a stop once again, lying prone atop his friend. The hardness between them twitched as they both longed for the touch they had been blessed with once again. A touch that was currently being denied to them.

“Why we stoppin’?” It was a wonder that he sounded so calm. Even though there was a bead of sweat making its way down the boy’s temple, his voice retained an air of comfort that Ryu was so fiercely struggling to get. Ryu would have sworn that this wasn’t Dynast's first time if he had not been around the boy for every aspect of their life.

Why were they stopping? Inside Ryu knew the truth. The chasm he had felt before him had been too tempting, like a deadly siren calling forth beauty to lure a man to his death. And he wanted more than just this before he let himself topple into that pit. He wanted everything, to make this perfect. This simple touch was driving him wild, but it still was not enough.

“We can’t just leave it at this Dynast. I said I wanted to have sex with you. This just isn’t enough.” He wanted to reason away the color on his cheeks to pure excitement. Throughout the years he had never had a reputation of a kid that would easily blush. Both of them were more likely to laugh things off than get flustered. And yet here he was, lighting up to match the color of his hair. “Just…stick it in me.”

Even with his head buried in the pillow he could hear the strangled snicker. He hadn’t meant to be so crude about it, but he felt t hat if he at least didn’t get that sentiment out his head would explode… along with other things. Smacking Dynast half heatedly on the arm, his crimson eyes peaked out to look at the other with a sheepish grin. The warm smile on the others face was enough to felt away his embarrassment, like always. Taking the moment for what it was worth, he managed to steal the others lips in a small kiss.

“Please?”

Dynast never kept him waiting. Before the words had finished leaving his lips, the Brazilian boy had taken action. Running hands down the outside of the long legs he had previously been admiring, his hands slowly parted the thighs to what lay beyond. Licking his lips slightly, the course feel so much more apparent tonight; he allowed his breathing to slowly even out. It was like a hammer within his chest, and any messages his brain was trying to send became lost within the cacophony.

Cloaked in the darkness, the glow from the television set barely illuminating their bodies, Dynasts hands fumbled slightly as he reached between their bodies. Cries were his only response to his fingers brushing against the tip of the others penis, collecting the precum that was resting on the tip. He could feel the same high that had taken hold of him earlier set in once again. This was right. Massaging what was collected there onto him self; Dynast slid himself back into position between those thighs. This was right, and he wanted the same thing that Ryu did.

Guiding him self in, the first thing he met was resistance. He could feel Ryu tighten up; as well as watch him bury his head in the pillows once again. Waiting momentarily, eventually the barrier softened under his persistence, the ring of muscles giving in to gain him entrance. Beyond that all he could feel was velvet heat, the inner walls closing in upon his as he pushed himself deeper. Whimpers where hanging on his lips, barely contained as he learned the true definition of the word bliss. It was heaven, and with every inch that he gained, the more he felt like he was being brought into a wonderland.

What they had been doing before now could not even compare to this. It was like heat was wrapped around him, pulsing and massaging his member. Fully seated within the other, he could not help himself from releasing a hiss into the room. Over time his hand had found its way to Ryu’s hip, gripping him tightly for control while the other braced him up against the bed. Cracking his eyes open, he searched for Ryu’s eyes amidst the darkness.

He did not expect to see tears. While he had been lost in his own world, Ryu had been in silent agony. Pressed against the bed, his knuckles white from the pressure he was putting into his grip, tracks of tears stained his cheeks. Ryu’s entire face was distorted by a grimace of pain; one that he had endured while Dynast was given a taste of ecstasy. How he had not managed to cry out was beyond Dynast. He had once stubbed his toe and found himself whining for the rest of the day about how much it hurt. Even Ryu was prone to be honest about his emotions, not to bottle them up like this.

Feeling a wave of guilt wash over him, dulling any sensation of pleasure that was telling him to move, Dynasts bright eyes dimmed in the darkness. “I’m sorry! Why didn’t ya say I was hurtin’ ya?” Whimpering, his lips found their ways to the tears, slowly kissing them away while he waited for Ryu to respond to him. But the red head merely cracked his eyes open, revealing the fact that he was still fighting to keep himself under control. “I didn’t mean to.”

Waiting the moments out, all he could do was offer small kisses as he remained still within the other. Eventually Ryu began to loosen up, his body slipping out of its tense grip on the blankets. Shuddering in pain, the red head still did not allow himself to speak. He knew he would probably sound like he was in as much pain as he was, but he couldn’t do that to Dynast. That boy was far to kind, and would probably call the whole thing off if he knew how much this was affecting him. But this was one thing Ryu would stick through, even with the pain.

He was probably bleeding. It felt as if he was being torn in two, and that his body was doing everything it could to expel the invader. The last time he had felt this horrible he had been out of school for a week, and had a scar to show for it. But he wanted this, more than anything. He wanted to relax and allow himself to ignore the throbbing in his backside. So he tried, screwing his eyes tight once more while he willed his muscles to relax, to stop their fight against Dynast.

Slowly he felt himself slip into a more relaxed state. Breathing easier, crimson eyes once again opened to lock with the others. Dynast looked so terrified, as if he had just kicked a puppy. He had not meant to scare Dynast like that, even if he was in pain. Managing to conjure up a smile from some hidden resource within him, Ryu raised a hand to wrap around Dynasts neck. Playing with the few strands of hair that tickled the others neck, Ryu winked at the other.

“I asked for this Dynast. And I want you to continue.”

That launched Dynast into a tirade. “But I hurt ya! We should stop, I didn’t mean for this to happen. Oh man, I’m really sorry. I should get ice, I should get help. We should get my Mom, somethin’.” Even despite the comforting look that was sported on Ryu’s face he could not help but blame himself for this. Dynast was the type of person who was incapable of causing another person harm. Even when either kids were pushing and shoving each other on the playground, he would take a hit without feeling the slightest need to return it. He was a gentile soul, and something like this was beyond him.

Even with the gentle smile on his face and the soft strokes he was applying to the others neck, Ryu was unable to calm Dynast down. It looked as if he might truly get up and walk out of the room, calling to his mother to help him in this situation. He needed to calm the boy down some how, to take him out of this near delirious rant.

Even though it hurt, Ryu allowed himself to move. Wincing once again, he wrapped his legs securely around the others waist, effectively holding the other in place. That alone got Dynast to stop in his tracks, words left half-finished in his mouth as he stared down at Ryu in shock. His rambling had not included the idea that Ryu was willing to enter his head. But here he was, anchoring him in place.

Smiling at the shocked look on the others face, he decided that now was the time to seal the deal. Bracing himself, Ryu rolled his hips, drawing Dynast even deeper with him. The fact that the pleasure was over ridden by the pain was something he knew he’d have to work through, but the fact that Dynast was now groaning once again meant that he had made the right move. If he wanted this to happen, he’d have to sacrifice a bit to get Dynast out of his guilt mode.

With a few more thrusts of his own hips he had coaxed D into moving again. It was slow, almost painfully slow, but it allowed Ryu the chance to catch his breath. Every thrust forwards was better than the last; the pain being over ridden by the friction that was building up inside of him. But that was all it was, a friction within him that left his searching for a spark of the pleasure he had felt before.

Giving himself some help, his own hand found its way back to his flagged member. Gently, trying to keep time with the rhythm Dynast was setting, his hand became to stroke the hardened flesh. Gasping as pleasure began to take hold once again, it was taken as an encouraging sign from both. The thrusts became harder, deeper, faster. It took all Ryu had to keep a hold of himself.

Dynast was being pushed along, already feeling the pleasure from this. His mind was swimming, unable to concentrate on a single though. The words that managed to spill forth were unfinished and jumbled, nothing more than mumbles. Warmth was continuing to pool within his groin, leaving him with a fierce desire to race towards some unseen finish. He knew that Ryu had begun to coax himself along, no longer showing the signs of immense pain. Taking that as a comfort, his own actions began to aim in making Ryu feel better. Angling his hips, Dynast tried to adjust his thrusts within Ryu, wanting him to feel what he was experiencing.

He hadn’t meant to scream. But when he felt Dynast shift within him, he had not expected the next thrust to make him see stars. Clamping a hand over his mouth, both boys froze as they waited a few moments. It seemed luck was on their side, the house still cloaked in silence. The fear of getting caught came back to both boys in full force, leaving them terrified to continue for a few minutes. Yet as seconds continued to pass by with no response, their eyes darted back to the other for consent.

“Do it again,” was all that was needed before Dynast took up his pace once again. Already in place, with every thrust that followed Ryu found himself being washed in a wave of pleasure. Whatever Dynast was doing, he didn’t want him to stop. Even the pressure he was putting on his own arousal was not enough to compare to this sensation. Panting for breath, Ryu found himself unable to even manage the simple task of keeping his eyes open at this point in time.

They were both lost in the act by now. Even the pain that had haunted Ryu was forgotten, thrusting and a primal urge to continue gripping them both. Sweat mingling as their bodies rubbed against the others, the sound of their bodies coming together filling the darkness. They were so close now that they could feel ever fiber of their bodies scream out, and with whimpers they strove to complete that very goal.

Wrapping and arm tightly around the others neck, Ryu found comfort in the junction of the others shoulder. All of this was leaving him delirious, the hand upon his member moving my instinct alone. His lover moved to accommodate him, raising Ryu’s hips so that he could lean his face closer to the others. Groaning together, their lips were soon locked, tongues seeking the other out as another connection.

It was all too much for them. The pleasure was building up inside, crashing down upon all restraints and barriers. Without any previous experience, it was more than they had ever experienced before. Moving together for a few desperate thrusts more, both boys found themselves crashing over the edge into oblivion. Catching the groans and cries that spilled from their mouths with a passionate kiss, both boys hung together as their bodies released all of the passion that had been building up within them.

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Euphoria released them, leaving both boys huddled together on the bed, victims to the night air. The evidence of what they had done still lay about them. Neither had bothered to clean themselves, let alone cover up their bodies. Instead they lay with their eyes closed, trying to recover what little of their sanity still lingered there. As sweaty chests rose and fell with the exhaustion that was sweeping over them, both boys loathed the idea of getting up. Speech seemed just as impossible at that point in time.

Both were lost in their own little worlds. All Ryu could focus on was his heartbeat, the slow and steady decrease in its pace as it beat painfully inside his chest. Trying to wrap him mind around all that had happened was too much for him, and anchoring himself to such a simple thought was all he could do. He briefly considered if he had lost his sanity somewhere within the others thrusts, dashed apart by the passion that had built up inside of them.

Recovering slowly, both boys cracked open eyes to stare at each other and beyond. The room still seemed the same; even the smiles on their faces reminded them of the days they had spent together. Crimson and Tuscan eyes seemed to soothe away all worries, similar in so many ways, guaranteeing the other that all was still as it should be.

Eventually they drifted off into sleep, not a single word spoken between the two of them. But even in the recesses of sleep there was no need to dwell over what had happened. It was just another reason why they had remained so close all of these years. They needed to explanations, no reasoning for how they felt towards the other. People could call them strange and berate them for their behavior, but at the end of the day their bonds still stood as strong as iron. Even as they crossed new lines in their relationship, the original ties that had been forged that long ago day on the playground were only fortified.

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Fierce banging on the door served as a wake up call that neither of them wished to acknowledge. But even burying deeper into the pillows wouldn’t stop the insistent noise, pursuing them as they tried to drift back into the dreams that had occupied them through the night. As they were drawn slowly back into reality the harsh light of day streamed through the parted curtains, blinding both boys. Groaning in protest, Dynast finally got the will to climb out of the bed.

Stumbling over to his boxer shorts, strewn haphazardly over the top of the television, he barely managed to pull them on before he cracked open the door. There was no time to complain however, as hands roughly pulled the boy out into the hallway. Watching as the door slowly closed behind him, Ryu managed to follow the others example and pull himself into a sitting position.

He could feel the pain all ready, lacing his back end and making even the small task of sitting painful. But he realized that he was still completely naked, and having himself walked in on like this was not something he wanted to have happen. Eva’s friends would go nuts if they heard that Ryu had been found naked in Dynasts room. Fearing that event, Ryu slowly hobbled his way out of bed, wincing with ever step over to his boxer shorts.

By the time Dynast returned to his room, Ryu had been unable to make his way back to the bed. Seated on the floor and looking like he had fallen back asleep, he earned a grin on the other boy’s face. He looked cute like that, his boxers the only thing that was covering him. Laughing gently, the Brazilian took his seat in front of the other, watching as those crimson orbs opened in response.

Having a donut shoved in his face was more than enough reason to move again. Hearing his stomach growl in protest to its abandonment in favor of other activities, Ryu hungrily scarfed down the home made donut, the taste awakening senses enough for him to fight through his fatigue. Letting out his last yawn and stretching his arms into the air, Ryu cocked his head at Dynast, waiting for the other to fill him in on whatever news had gotten him dragged from the room.

“Oh, right. It seems your Dad called here this mornin’, before little Ida got up. He was angry that ya hadn’t come home last night. Did ya forget some sort of plans? Anyway, he was goin’ on about comin’ to pick you up around noon, so Mom wanted us both up an ready.”

Realizing exactly what Dynast meant, Ryu groaned and just managed to keep himself from falling over. “Darn it! I did forget. I was going to go in to get my learners today. He’s going to be so angry with me.” A fearful look passed over Ryu’s features before he managed to control himself. Shaking his head, he turned back towards Dynast and managed a weak smile at best. They both knew what Mr. Kaitz could be like when Ryu did things like that, and neither of them liked thinking about it.

“Well, pass me another donut before I have to go face the lion. I’m going to need to build up my strength for this."

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