Ryuchi x Sugizo
Ryuchi x Sugizo
25/06/01 1:48 - 28/06/01/ 23:48
Idea: Roger-Sugizo
Author: Roger
E-mail:roger666@narod.ru
Translation: Emily (16/07/01 03:37)
Genre: yaoi
(c) produced by Roger


wanted to write about love... but it still didn't do without sex... i just don't remember what is love like anymore...
Sugizo looks here a little unusual, he doesn't seem like "walking porn", i just thought that he can be this too... with Ryuichi



Why does my cold heart ache so much, squeeze so? Why do I feel so weird every time before I meet him?
I entered the elevator and pressed the button of his level.
I've never known the feeling of love, there is just SEX... That's the way it has always been, that's the way it will always stay. I know what desire is, I know how to get satisfaction... And that's why I'm here now...
I glance over the elevator cabin, how many times have we kissed here unable to wait untill we get to his flat.
I'm independent, no-one owns me. I never tie myself down with those stupid promises. I'm absolutely free...
The first time I saw him he looked like innocent little boy... he still
does... Once, after the practice I invited him to my place, Ryuichi agreed.
Unsuspicious, he drank with me. Ryuichi didn't know how much I longed for his lips, wanted to touch his body. When I supposed him drunk enough, I just took him to my bedroom and put him into bed. He didn't resist at all when I kissed him... Ryuichi was so silent, so obedient, when I undressed and caressed him; he only cried out when I entered him. I did whatever I wanted, and he liked it. He wasn't surprised at all, though I knew, that it was his first experience of this kind. And in the morning, when Ryuichi left, my heart ached for the first time.
Elevator has stopped, I went along the familiar corridor.
I like to leave... After a wild night, to slam the door and take a step into the chilly morning. There's nothing to compare with this unique feeling...
He opened the door for me.
"Good afternoon, Sugi-chan."
His shining smile is perfect. In this white sweater, which becomes him so
much, because white color shades his tanned skin, he's so beautiful, my heart squeezes fouly again...
"Hello, you wanted to discuss something?"
He is one of the most beautiful people in Japan, and to me - the most
beautiful man in the world. My own merits can be excluded now.
"Come in."
Following him, admiring his movements, the way he walks.
"We're boxing tomorrow, do you remember?"
Damn it, I forgot.
"Of course I do."
I can do any sport all day long, if only he is by my side.
Weird... it's so unlike me, not my usual self. Why does everything about
Ryuichi seem so different from the normal me.
Oh, here's the mirror. How can I pass by it? I'm linger to admire myself.
Ryuichi also stops before mirror and studies his reflection. He seems
discontented with it. I wonder why.
I watch our reflections. We look good together... Damn it, what am I thinking about?
Breathing deeply, Ryuichi tears his eyes from the mirror and we both go to the room. I settle myself on his new light couch.
"Here, I bought new furniture," he informs me, "what do you think?"
"I like it."
"Want anything to drink?"
"Something strong."
He smiles:
"That means tea"
I try to protest, but Ryuichi already left to go to the kitchen.
He hates that I drink... He _always_ worries about me so much... like no-one else. Like no-one else...
Ryuichi comes back carrying a tray.
"Your tea..."
I sigh, but there's nothing I can do. I drink tea.
He can't just sit calmly, and he walks around the room.
"I wanted to talk about what we recorded yesterday."
Business again, I'm tired of it...
"To my mind, conception of this song doesn't quite suit to the common mood of our new album, though I can't say that it isn't linked to all the previous ones at all..."
He's so incredibly sexy, with that ever present bothered look, he talks his usual rot, and I can't understand a word because I can't think at all when I'm alone with him.
"And what do you think?"
I strain my brain, trying to answer the question I didn't hear:
"I'm sure, it's necessary to consider everything we did before, but we can't always look back..."
"I'm not suggesting that we look back, I just don't want to exceed the
limits... " he's worried.
I don't understand a thing he's saying.
I want him...
Ryuichi openes his soft lips, he's so funny when he worries. I'm looking at his lips and thinking about something very distant...
Through the misty cloud of my mind I can hear his beautiful voice:
"Comparing it with our latest album, we can see, that..."
There's only one way to silence him... I get up from the couch and approach him... My hands already touching his white sweater, I hold him tight, feeling his whole body tense. I kiss him, feeling like I'm melting into him...
My lips descend upon the skin of his neck.
"Sugizo!" he's sincerely indignant. "Why can't we just _talk_? I have so many things to discuss with you, and you're doing that again... How can I stop it?"
"Just say that you don't like it, and I shall let you go."
He hesitates.
"No, I think, I like it... " it's so difficult for him to say. He looks like a little offended monkey. He's so touchy.
"Monkichi," I whisper to his ear.
I can barely jump away. His fists are clenched, brows knit.
"I hate being called that."
Ruichi looks like he's really gonna beat me.
"Hey, we are boxing tomorrow," I remind him.
I'm falling off the couch, he follows...
The next moment my fingers are under his sweater.
Every movement, every touch is filled with some special meaning.
I tear his white sweater again. Of course, it becomes Ryuichi very much, but bare is much better.
His tanned skin, dark nipples, oh my, what is he doing to me?
Tender hands unbutton my shirt, and I take my pants off myself.
To caress him is a great delight, he's so sweet. My hands and lips didn't
leave the smallest place unexplored on his body. I know him perfectly, his every moan, every pant.
I can feel, he has something on his mind.
"Sugi-chan, lie on your stomach."
So, if he's willing, who am I to refuse?..
He's so gentle, like no-one else. His fingers caressing me, spreading my
legs. I can hear him unzipping his pants.
"Yes... " I whisper.
Ryuichi's afraid to cause me pain, he enters me so carefully, so slowly...
I lie there with my ass lift up, facing the light coach's upholstery... He's in, I'm enjoying this sensation. Ryuichi starts thrusting slowly.
I can not control myself anymore, my body's obeying his.
I'm sweating, I'm clutching at the couch.
"Ryuichi..."
Just a pant, falling from my lips.
His thrusts growing faster, I can barely follow him.
Could anyone imagine that this perfect boy can fuck me so roughly, but I like this rough... I love this rhythm.
His hand squeezes my cock and starts moving to the same rhytm...
Just a little more, just so little...
My muscles enfold him tightly. Ryuichi collapsing over me, I can hear his
whisper:
"Sugi..."
I'm coming... coming because of this whisper... because he's here, so close to me.
I made a mess of his new couch...

I don't know what love is, I don't love anyone but myself.
But, in spite of this, why when I sit on the floor by the couch where he lies now and hold his hand in mine, my heart aches unbearably.
From thousand ways to become insane, I chose this one...


OWARI

so, that's it. actually, we wrote this fic in russian and then translated it, but now we feel like rewrote it again. hope, it hasn't lost anything because of this translating.



Special thanX: Hakuei, Emily, Yoshiki, Tiger, hide-chan, Sherry... and Mako

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