The gap between us

Now, those two characters are from my multi chaptered story "Un musicien parmi tant d'autre" For those who don't have a clue what my story is, no worry, here's some background on the two characters:

Inoue Yuuri's an aggressive delinquent seventeen year old teen that moved from Japan and now goes in a school for Japanese immigrant or the child of immigrants in Canada. Where he becomes friend with a boy named Namikaze Kurorimi, an emotionless boy that drives Yuuri up the wall more than half the time. Yuuri just can't help getting angry but they're actually good friends. Other than that, Yuuri lives in a tiny apartment that has no eating since his parents don't seem to be around, he takes care of himself.

Abe Hibari is a tall dark haired teen, he's one year older than Yuuri. He's cold and harsh he seems to dislike Yuuri a lot. One reason is that he comes from a very rich family and he looks down on people like Yuuri. The other reason is that his closest friend, Tooru Santa is also good friends with Kurorimi. Hibari seems to care a lot for Kurorimi too so he can't stand it when Yuuri is being a jerk toward him.

For those who have been reading my story, I'm sorry for the long gap since my last chapter, I've been at a lost lately and I couldn't figure out chapter 14 but now it's coming along and I should update soon.

Also, this as nothing to do with the main story, take this as an alternate story. There is no way Yuuri and Hibari will be together in the actual story line. This is only me exploring what could have happened between these two.

Now one with the story-

“He needs to talk to me, why the hell couldn’t he do that at school?” Yuuri asked himself as he shoved his frozen fingers in his pockets. A shiver ran through his entire body and he cursed his ripped jeans. He wondered if he’d be able to sew them this time around. They were so patched up it was hard to say what their original colour was. “That arrogant rich prick!” He said kicking a rock, hitting a nearby tree. The ice prince wanted him to go all the way to his mansion to ‘talk.’

Yuuri wasn’t too sure he felt comfortable going anywhere alone with his senior. Not after… A blush crept up his face, he was still thinking back about THOSE events. Why did he have to remember every touch and every sensation? Abe had dared do these things to him, and none too gently on top of it. The blue haired teen was very confused and frustrated concerning those events. He hadn’t realised until he took his hand out to ring the doorbell that he was shaking. He shrugged it off as the cold but deep down inside he feared what Abe could do to him.

“Are you going to knock or what?” A cold, deep voice asked as the door opened before the blue haired teen. Yuuri jumped a few feet back, a hand over his heart in surprise.

“What the hell is wrong with you? How long have you been there?” He asked pointing at him rudely. He was trying to be his usual frustrated self but he was also trying his best to avoid his seniors amber eyes.

“You’re late.” Hibari said, not amused one bit by Yuuri’s aggressive antics. Yet, by gazing down on the young man, he noticed how his cheeks and nose were bright pink and how shaky he was. He smirked slightly at the sight. He didn’t think he’d be able to make Yuuri react so strongly to him so fast. It was obvious that the younger teen was nervous after what happened between them. “I never thought I’d have you on my porch blushing like a school girl.” He said, knowing it would only embarrass his junior some more.

“I’m not blushing you shit face! It’s from the cold, unlike you I don’t drive around in a fancy car all the time. I walked the whole damn way to get here.” Yuuri knew Hibari would never give him any credit for it, but he did have to walk in the cold for forty minutes just to get to the damn mansion. Hibari arched an eyebrow but bought the excuse anyway. It was true that the blue haired boy seemed cold rubbing his fingers together and his teeth chattering.

“Hurry up and come in then; I’ll send a servant to make you something.” He said nonchalantly. Yuuri followed him in wordlessly and the atmosphere became tense again. The farther he got in the house, the deeper Yuuri felt like he was walking into the lion’s cage. “Coffee or tea?” Hibari suddenly asked making the delinquent jump slightly.

“Eh, coffee please.” He said hurriedly. “Black, if that’s okay.” He added. The elder nodded and led him into a room on the second floor and the farthest down the hallway. Never once did he stop to say a word to any of the servants that were bowing as they walked by them. Yuuri felt out of place; he could not help but bow back at the servants even though the ice prince never did anything of the sort. Everything in the mansion seemed too luxurious, he was tensed and tried to move as less as possible to avoid ruining anything. The room Hibari brought him in was a guest bedroom, with a double bed, and a little living space with couches and a coffee table that sat by a large window. The room was nice enough to be somebody’s room but it seemed too still and too cold to be lived in. When he closed the door he turned around and glared at Abe.

“Now explain to me what that last time was all about.” Yuuri said with a growl.

“What last time?” Hibari asked staring down coldly at his junior.

“Don’t play dumb, you know exactly what I’m talking about!” The other snapped, his voice was already escalating in loudness. He was glad he could find his voice and actually get angry at his senior, when in fact, he was scared out of his mind. Last time they were alone together had reminded him too much of some events in his childhood that he’d rather forget about.

“What about last time?” The tall one asked slowly walking toward Yuuri. “Say it Inoue, in the showers, what did I do to you?” He asked, his voice was getting low and dangerous. The blue haired teen backed up cautiously, his voice caught in his throat when he looked up his senior’s eyes. Even Yuuri could tell that it was a wild, feral desire that he saw in those amber eyes. “In the shower, I fucked you like a bitch didn’t I?” he asked. Yuuri’s back was now pressed against the wall.

“Why?” was the only thing he managed to choke out.

“Only to release some stress, believe me those were nothing more than sexual desires.” Yuuri shivered when he realised that Hibari was so close that he was actually whispering in his ear. Before he could react, the ice prince pinned his arms above his head roughly. He expected his kiss to be rough; he didn’t know what to expect since that time the elder had refrained from kissing him. But the mouth pressing against his was surprisingly gentle and almost caring, comparing to how demanding he had been last time. This unexpected tenderness confused the junior and made him forget all of the protests he had thought up.

Yuuri found himself melting into the kiss, tilting his head slightly and responding to the probing tongue against his lips. Hibari proved to be quite skilled making the blue haired teen forget all his anger and all his resentment. The senior used that moment of docility to place slow, wet kisses along Yuuri’s jaw and up to his ear.

A small moan escaped the delinquent’s lip as his senior sensually nibbled and bit down on his earlobe. He could barely believe that a sound like this could come from him, it made him remember he should be protesting against those gentle ministrations.

“Let me go you bastard.” Yuuri growled, struggling against the hold the other had on his wrist.

“Shut up.” Hibari said in a low but harsh tone covering his junior’s lips with his own a little harder this time. Yuuri turned his head away roughly; he managed to pull one of his wrists away from his captor, using this moment to try and escape. This only angered the senior more, this time he caught him and slammed him against the drawer. Yuuri groaned and held back a moan of pain as his back came in contact with the drawer. In the process, a lamp was knocked over and crashed loudly on the hardwood floor.

“Let me go.” Yuuri said through gritted teeth, glaring all the while at the ice prince. The punk’s fiery glare only augmented the fire that was Hibari’s desire. The senior licked his lips in anticipation.

“Shut up punk, you’re already so aroused by a simple kiss.” Hibari’s low voice whispered in the blue haired teen’s ear while his hand traveled down to feel the boy’s erection through his jeans. Yuuri breathed hard in order not to give in to the senior. Hibari started kissing him again, kissing the soft skin of his neck, leaving bright red marks along the way.

The senior didn’t have enough, he needed more of that delicious naked skin. He roughly tore Yuuri’s white button up shirt open. Yuuri didn’t get to miss the warmth of his cotton shirt because Hibari’s mouth was showering his skin with kisses again. He slowly travelled down his junior’s broad chest, kissing his chest lovingly while his large pale hand tried to touch as much skin as he could. As his kisses traveled down, his hand followed the line of well defined muscles, rubbing hard, bright pink nipples. Yuuri bit his bottom lip to hold back a moan. An expert tongue nibbled around his naval, getting dangerously low. He couldn’t stop himself from arching in the other’s touch as a hand felt the feverishly hot skin over his washboard abs. He kissed the skin just below his navel as a distraction, while long fingers tugged the button of his jeans loose.

“You jerk.” Yuuri growled, still trapped under the senior. The only thing he could do was shiver in pleasure when the skilled lips now found their way around his erected member. Yuuri gasped loudly as the ice prince licked his cock, tracing the veins with his tongue and making him slick and wet with saliva. Hibari finally let go of the punk’s wrist to hold his naked hips down. ‘Why are you doing this?’ Yuuri wanted to ask, but his voice was stuck in his throat, his breath came out as short pants. A moan escaped from his lips and his knees threatened to give out as the senior took almost all of his length in his mouth. Yuuri pressed the side of his forehead against the wall, his back was pressed painfully against the side of the drawer, and his face was flushed. Why was Hibari suddenly treating him with such care?

The senior could barely keep his desire in check. Everything about the other boy was driving him mad. His smell, his taste, he was aching to push him on the bed and fuck him. The only thing that kept him from doing so was the beautiful expression the teen had on his face, as he was lost in ecstasy, His breathing quickened and he clenched his teeth to keep himself from moaning out loud and his skin was shiny with perspiration. He knew he shouldn’t have that kind of feeling toward the low class punk, so what was it in that body or in those manners that made him lose control? He felt the teen grow weak in his grasp, thankfully he held him tightly against the drawer to keep his knees from buckling.

Yuuri made the mistake of sparing a glance toward his elder. His mismatched eyes met lustful amber ones; he couldn’t believe those usually cold eyes could have so much passion. Hibari concentrated on his task at hand, beginning to suck faster on the rock hard cock. Yuuri’s lost and restless hands found their way to silky dark brown hair, clenching and silently begging for his senior not to stop, pressure was building in his groin area and his thights were shaking out of control. He threw his head back biting back a moan; he banged his head against the wall as he threatened to go over the edge. The warm tongue on his dick was quick and seemed to know exactly what to do to make him lose his mind.

Hibari quickened his pace again pushing the punk to his limit. Just when he thought he would cum, the warm lips left his member at the mercy of the cold air and wanting. Yuuri banged his head against the wall, this time in frustration as he could feel his penis throbbing for release. His knees gave out and he slid down against the drawer, his breath coming out as slow, shaking pants. He finally opened his eyes to glare up at Hibari, who had now removed his shirt, giving Yuuri the sight of a pale toned chest.

The sight of the blue haired teen on the floor, hard and with his pants around his ankles, made him lose all the control he once had. He grabbed the younger teen’s well defined arm with bruising force and yanked him up, throwing him roughly across the bed. The punk glared up at Hibari, embarrassed at being so vulnerable and naked in front of this predator, but he also had this urging need he couldn’t hide. And that was embarrassing for someone as proud as Yuuri.

Hibari yanked the teen’s pants and boxers all the way off and did away with his own, discarding them somewhere on the floor. The hard member before Yuuri was almost intimidating; it was slightly bigger than his own. But also, a pleasurable shiver ran down his spine as he couldn’t help but remember how it felt to have that hard dick up his ass. Out of fear Yuuri tried to sit up but the senior only pushed him on his stomach pulling his ass up to position himself. Yuuri clenched his eyes shut, expecting that Hibari would enter him as roughly as last time.

But unexpectedly. what probed his tight entrance was much smaller than the other teen’s erection. Yuuri’s back arched as long fingers found their way inside him. The fingers were coated with cold lotion that soon became warm with the senior fingering his hole slowly. Hibari managed to draw a long pleasurable mewl from the punk as he touch him somewhere deep inside. With his free hand he traced the pattern of the tattoo on Yuuri’s back. The long fingers curled inside, the older teen seemed to be touching him aimlessly, yet he managed to touch every pleasurable spot in his body. Yuuri couldn’t believe this felt as good as when the senior gave him head. His body was tensing under Hibari and long, deep moans came from his throat; he needed release, he was throbbing almost painfully. He needed more.

“Say it Inoue.” Hibari said leaning down to whisper in the younger teen’s ear. “Say you want me to fuck you.” he said. Yuuri’s hands balled into fists, he pressed his damp forehead on his arm. He couldn’t give into the ice prince, no matter how good this felt, his pride forbade it. The senior’s fingers thrusted harder inside him but it wasn’t enough, what he needed was…

“Hibari.” Yuuri gasped breathlessly. The sound of his name from the blue haired teen made the taller one shiver in anticipation. Yuuri never called him by his first name. It was always ‘Abe’ or ‘student council dog.’ He never thought his name could sound so right coming from those lips. Hibari nibbled on his ear drawing another moan from Yuuri. “Hibari.” He pleaded again, this made the senior’s control snap, he kissed the side of the punk’s head tenderly before he removed his fingers. The blue haired teen held his breath as Hibari squeezed a generous amount of lube on his throbbing manhood.

Even though he had prepared him thoroughly, the younger teen’s hole offered some resistance for his probing member. Yuuri clenched the bed sheets as the other’s head tried to push by the tight ring of muscles. Hibari gave the boy a good thrust making them half moan, half gasp. None too gently, the elder thrust his way inside his junior. The blue haired boy was warm and heavenly tight inside making Hibari stay still for a moment inside him, by fear that he would cum right away. Yuuri only had a few seconds to catch his breath before the other started moving again. He clenched his eyes shut and his breath was now coming out as rasping pants as the other pushed himself in and out of him. He moaned loudly but he wasn’t quite sure if it was from overwhelming pain or pleasure. Like last time the senior was igniting a feral desire within him.

“Say my name again.” Hibari said between the hot kisses he was laying on the back of his neck.

“Hibari!” He moaned breathlessly as the other thrust deeper inside him, making him see stars behind his closed eyelids. One of Hibari’s hands slid along his arm to force him to unclench the blanket by intertwining their fingers. The other hand was holding his hip in place. Yuuri found pleasure in this blinding pain and even started to thrust back against his senior’s dick. “Right there, all the way inside.” Yuuri pleaded but he didn’t have to tell him that. Hibari seemed to know all the good spots to hit, giving his partner such intense pleasure that it made him drop his pride and beg for more.

“Yuuri.” Hibari allowed himself to murmur between grunts and moans. “You’re body is driving me insane.” He said breathlessly, kissing the side of his neck and the back of his shoulder, over and over again in synchronism with his thrusting motions. He noticed Yuuri was moving faster against him, the younger teen’s body was begging to cum. Hibari’s hand left his trembling hip and reached to the front to grip his weeping cock. He was rewarded by a long, loud moan as he began to pump the engorged member in his fist. Yuuri could still feel the humiliation, and the pain from the force his elder used but God! It was nothing compared to this kind of pleasure. As he approached climax Yuuri tightened around Hibari, only making him jerk faster. The blue haired teen’s body tensed as he came with a gasped cry. Breathless, Yuuri laid his head against the mattress; the sheets had bunched up under him. Hibari didn’t leave the teen any time to catch his breath that he pulled out of him. The other was confused since he knew the ice prince hadn’t cum yet. For a moment, the senior looked at the gasping body on the bed but that only made his desire skyrocket. He grabbed the punk’s arm and flipped him on his back.

Mismatched eyes squinted open to look up at him in question, there was still pleasure in those eyes and that caused Hibari to make a mistake. The mistake of looking down on the teen tenderly, his pale fingers trailed down the punk’s cheek. He shouldn’t be feeling like that toward the other boy, what was it about him that made him feel so warm inside? This look in Yuuri’s eyes was making his heart beat loudly against his chest. Hibari shook his head; this is nothing but physical attraction. He tried to convince himself, he tore his gaze away from Yuuri’s since it was making him have weird thoughts.

Instead he bent down to Yuuri and kissed his neck hungrily, his need was getting urgent, he wouldn’t be able to endure the throbbing in his cock much longer. Yuuri was too lost in the glow of his orgasm to protest when Hibari grabbed his legs and placed them over his shoulder. A jolt went through his body when the senior entered him in that angle, hitting that pleasurable spot inside of him immediately. Hibari mashed his mouth against the teen’s to cover up his moans as he pounded him, entering him all the way to the base of his cock. Yuuri’s once spent length came back to life even though it was still so sensitive.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin slapping against skin, half muffled moans and wet kisses. The punk’s hands, needing to touch something, found their way to Hibari’s damp, disheveled hair. He was going to cum again, without the other even needing to touch him, and this time when he tightened around the senior, Hibari’s dick exploded inside him. His insides were filled by the warm cum while he came in several short spurts covering his own abdomen.

Hibari’s cold hard stare came back the moment he pulled out of the blue haired teen. Yuuri lay on the bed, breathing hard and completely spent, still burning hot from their intercourse. It was painfully hard for the senior not to lie down next to him, to hold him and nuzzle the in perspiration damp skin of his neck. But he refused to let this relationship be more that just sex. Any further tenderness towards the punk would mean giving into these bad urges.

He just stood up and put on his pants and fixed his shirt lazily. He glanced at the blue haired teen on his bed once again. He felt a pang in heart as he saw the teen’s clenched eyes that refused to look up at him while his body was sticky with sweat and cum trickling down his abdomen and his thighs. He couldn’t just let him go home like that, especially with his shirt that he had ruined by snapping the buttons off. He turned towards the door.

“The adjacent room is a bathroom; I’ll send someone to bring clothes up for you.” Hibari said coldly before leaving the room. Yuuri only moved once the senior was out of the room. He curled up on his side, he didn’t want to show it in front of the other, but he missed the warmth. He glared, he was angry with himself for expecting the dark haired teen to remain by his side. He cursed himself for believing in the tenderness the elder had used during intercourse. Hibari said it before, that this was only to release sexual tension. In the end, Yuuri was nothing more than a cheap whore to him. He wrapped an arm around himself, goosebumps were rising on his naked skin.

He was angry and only wanted to leave this place as soon as he could. but he felt disgustingly sticky. He forced himself up; he hated the feeling of cum oozing out of him and running down his thighs. He grabbed his pants and his shirt but he only sighed. Like he expected, his shirt was ruined.

The bathroom was the most impressive he’d ever seen. It was almost as big as his whole apartment. It was beautiful with the ceramic tiles and the granite counters. The shower was a walk-in shower and the tub was huge and surrounded by mirrors. He was too frustrated to be in awe and to really enjoy it though. He just stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down his body. In was painful, everywhere he touched himself there was a mark, or he remembered the touch Hibari left behind only moments ago.

He spend a little more time in the shower than he needed to for a quick wash, the warm, cleansing water was comforting. The towels on the rack were thick and fluffy, they were nothing like what he used at his place. He wrapped the towel around his hip. His lower back was sore as well as the middle of his back. He glanced in the mirror behind him; dark, angry bruises were forming where his back had slammed against the drawer.

`That bastard left marks everywhere.” He cursed under his breath. He went back into the bedroom. The sheets had been taken off the bed and replaced with new ones already. There were a set of clothes neatly folded in the drawer. He quickly put those on. They were probably Hibari’s, they smelled like him. Yuuri never thought Hibari would be the kind of person that would wear the same set of clothes enough for them to keep his scent. The black pants were too long, as well as the sleeves of the thick woolen shirt. It was slightly tight around his chest. Hibari might have been taller but Yuuri’s shoulder’s were much broader.

He was more built than the senior…he should have no problem pushing Hibari off. So why was he always overpowered? The punk noticed that next to the clothes there was a cup of steaming hot black coffee. Yuuri clenched his fist. If the ice prince hated him so much why did he bother remembering meaningless things like that? Even Yuuri had forgotten about the cup of coffee Hibari had offered him earlier.

He looked away from the cup of coffee; he just couldn’t take it. If Hibari was going to be an ass why couldn’t he do it all the way? He grabbed his coat and his scarf and quickly headed for the door, leaving the lone cup untouched. On his way out, he didn’t see the tall teen, not that he expected to see him anyway.

Hibari watched his junior leave from around the corner. When he got out of the room earlier he had remained just outside the door until he heard the shower turn on. He wanted to make sure Yuuri was going to be alright, physically at least.

He could have chose any clothes to give to the punk but he chose some of his own. Comfortable clothes that he liked to wear. He found a thick woolen sweater, since he remembered how cold the teen had been when he got there. He also remembered he had asked him if he wanted coffee earlier, he only proposed it to be polite but since the punk was taking a long time to shower he decided to prepare some anyway. When he got back to the room the sheets had already been changed like he had instructed one of the maids to do.

When the blue haired teen left, Hibari went back to his room to get some school work done. He couldn’t concentrate so he leaned back in his leather chair and sighed. He had already had sex with Yuuri two times but it didn’t appease his desire like he had hoped. Instead it only grew. He probably shouldn’t feel guilty about it, after all, Yuuri was nothing more than a stray and it is not like he loved him or anything. Then why did it bother him so much when he left the teen alone on the bed earlier? Why did he kiss him so tenderly?

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Like I said this is something me and me friend came up with one weekend for fun. I liked the idea and felt like writing it out. This is supposed to be a one-shot but if you guys like it I've got a few more ideas so I could write a few more chapters to finish this, so tell me in your reviews.

Also thank you Lisa for proof reading this. She really does an awesome job, I'm very glad she's willing to spare some time for me. So if you think this is better written than my usual, it is, it's all thanks to her!
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