Anonymity Nowhere
By Keishi & DeadCaffeineJunkie
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Chapter Seven
The sun was high and waning, a good indication that they'd slept a few hours away, replenishing their energy.
Alerio had been awake for a good fifteen minutes, and he desperately needed to take a piss, but there wasn't anything short of a natural disaster that would have gotten him out of that bed.
He was propped up on one elbow, one hand intertwined with Iki's, lined close against his back- so close, in fact, Alerio was surprised he hadn't woken him up, as hard as he was. He lay and watched the way Iki's chest moved as he breathed, and thought.
He thought about his home life, and about school, and about the fact that he would be turning eighteen within two months' time; almost a man. Mostly, though, he thought about Iki, and the way the tiny man with electric emerald eyes had changed him in so little time.
As he thought, his eyes curved over Iki's naked form. The blanket wasn't even a factor, kicked off sometime during their... whatever it was, Alerio thought. They were exposed to the room, but he didn't mind, in fact he preferred it this way. Made tracing Iki's body a hell of lot easier to do.
The hand that wasn't trapped by Iki's fingers wandered lightly, trailing his eyes. He smoothed bandaged fingers over Iki's hip, buttock, and thigh, amazed at the bony contours. He was thin as a razor, all sharp planes and jutting bones. His mouth was parted just so in slumber, his lips raw and still too-plump from earlier. Flaky remnants of his orgasm tried in vain to cling to his flat belly, but a sweep of Alerio's hand had them fluttering off. As he did this, he watched how his much darker skin looked contrasted to the whiteness of Iki's. He decided he liked the contrast, caramel to cream.
He lay his head back down after a handful of minutes, content to keep his hand on the lower part of Iki's abdomen, just above the small patch of curls that dusted his pubic region. He curved his fingers, dragging the pads of his fingertips lightly across the smooth muscle, back and forth in a gesture meant to comfort, like petting a cat. He smiled and closed his eyes, not to sleep but just to try and freeze-frame this feeling in his head. This feeling of happiness.
Happiness. He rolled that around on his tongue, tasting it as if for the first time. He really liked the way that made him feel. Burying his nose in Iki's musky-smelling hair, he smiled. Happy.
Iki woke up slowly from dreamless sleep, both things odd to him. The feeling of fingers gently dragging over his skin, just above the cradle of his hips, slowly came to him and he didn't feel the usual flash of uncertain panic, of 'who the hell is that?' because he KNEW it was Alerio. He didn't open his eyes just yet though. He felt a humming ache deep down inside himself and for once it made him happy.
He was enjoying the still peace of the quiet they were lying in together, his breathing not changing much from when he'd slept. Without moving, he felt the insistent hardness of Rio against his lower back and wickedly, without opening his eyes, he squirmed his body up against it as if he was simply moving in his sleep. He fought to not giggle and won.
The movement made Alerio draw breath in quick, the wiggling causing the tip of him to rest against the cleft of Iki's buttocks. He lay stock-still, only remembering to breathe a good moment after Iki ceased his movements. His fingers lay dormant on Iki's stomach, the nails digging in lightly. He couldn't believe how such a small movement could make him want to plunge himself back inside Iki so badly.
The increased pressure of Alerio's fingers on his stomach and the way the other boy tensed up behind him let Iki know what effect his moving was having, and he felt oddly glowy that Rio wasn't waking him up and was instead letting him 'sleep'. But, as much as Iki loved him at that point -and thinking that was like rolling over and falling out of bed- his mischievous side wouldn't be squashed. He wiggled again, arching his back and this time made a sleepy little mewling noise.
Alerio's entire body went hot at the mewl coming out of Iki's throat, his grip tightening on Iki's stomach before he immediately went lax, forcing his body not to respond to the way his ass was rubbing against him so enticingly. Fuck, he wanted Iki again, but he was intent on letting him sleep as long as he needed. He tried to shift away without too much movement, but found their legs twined together in the blanket. 'Shit,' Alerio swore.
Iki stifled a giggle, but decided to let up on Alerio. He WAS trying so hard to let Iki sleep, and Iki felt slightly bad about it now. He curled their legs even more and pulled Alerio's hand, still twined in his, up to his mouth, kissing his knuckles. He reached back with his free hand, the one not trapped under him, and pulled Rio's hips forward towards him, licking at their still joined fingers.
"Fuck..." Alerio whispered, more a hiss than anything else. He was caught between an astonished laugh that Iki was awake, and a long moan at the sudden flush of their bodies being pressed tight together. "You little shit, you were awake the whole time, weren't you?" he murmured into his ear, before pulling Iki's shoulder back and exacting his revenge, growling and kissing Iki harshly.
Iki wondered for a second if Alerio was genuinely angry, but didn't think he'd be being kissed so passionately if he was. He was sure Rio could feel his smile even through his mouth's submission. He played tag with Rio's tongue in his mouth and pressed back into Rio's erection, tugging Rio forward at the same time once again, wanting Rio in him. Not that he wanted to break the kiss to tell him that.
"Iki," Rio breathed, not exactly breaking the kiss, muttering into his mouth. He laughed and gasped as Iki shoved backwards on him, his cock throbbing. Not able to help himself, he curled his arm around Iki's neck as he shoved forward, letting the head of his cock brush teasingly between his cheeks, almost at his entrance. "Again?" he asked breathlessly.
Iki panted so lightly it was as if he wasn't breathing at all, Rio's arm around his neck oddly panicking him in a good way. He whimpered at Rio's teasing, wondering if this was payback. "Always with you..." he told Rio, clutching at him and trying to twine their legs even more.
Alerio's breathing quickened, his hips moving ever so slightly, rubbing himself against Iki. "Always?' he echoed, arching an eyebrow as his arm tightened, drawing Iki's head backwards so he could run his tongue along the rim of his ear. His other hand fumbled behind him for where he thought he remembered the lube to be. Closing his fingers around it, he one-handed squeezed some into his palm. His breathing was even heavier as he slicked himself.
Iki gasped on Rio's tightening arm, wondering if the fact that this seemed to be actually intensifying his arousal made him sick. He wondered if Alerio would mind if it did. He made a high, slightly choked sound, his free hand coming to hold Rio's arm where it was, in case Rio thought he wasn't liking this and moved it, so he didn't feel Rio grab for the lube, too distracted to wonder where Rio's pushing hips had gone.
Rio bit his lip, wanting desperately to just push his way inside and claim what was his. A thrill went up his spine that had nothing to do with the promise of imminent sex. Iki was his. Only his. No other laid claim to him in the world, not family or anyone else. Alerio never thought himself a possessive person, but then again he'd never had anything so precious to call his own. Suddenly as solemn as the grave, he turned Iki's head, raising up and claiming his mouth- really claiming, not just kissing. A marriage of saliva and lips and tongues. As he distracted Iki with his mouth, he drove forward with his hips, pushing into Iki without any warning.
Iki almost choked on Rio's sudden kiss, the sheer dominance, possession, the TAKE of Rio's kiss nearly overwhelmed him, and when Rio drove into him he could only make the faintest of noises. He pushed himself back down onto Rio and wondered if he'd die like this, and that if he did, knew he'd die happy. His hand clutched Rio's arm like a drowning man.
Alerio couldn't stop, didn't want to stop, never ever wanted to fucking stop. The arm around Iki's neck was firm, his hand curving up to press a flat palm to Iki's face, cupping his jaw as he sucked at his mouth. Iki was tight, tighter than before if that was even possible, and his hips jerked of their own volition as his other hand caught Iki's thigh and brought it up to rest on the top of his own hip.
Iki had never been a quiet shag, but now he was so damn near silent that it might have been scary to anyone who knew what he sounded like when having sex. The only sounds were hurried gasps for air between the constriction round his neck and Alerio's obsessive mouth. He loved the way his back ached when Rio brought his leg up, adored how the other boy kept moving in him, even deeper, loved this angle, loved Rio, loved, loved, loved until the word lost meaning.
Alerio broke free of Iki's drowning mouth, enough to rain kisses along his jaw, the back of his neck, the tops of his shoulders,
anywhere he could reach with his lips. The pull of Iki was intoxicating, the tightness suffocating, and as he sped up his thrusts, words leaked from his lips that he didn't realize he was saying, but were true nonetheless. "Love you," he said over and over, "love you, love you so much."
Iki felt Rio's kisses like the soft scrape of sudden low hanging tree leaves over your head. He moaned continuously, his mouth now freed, rising and ebbing in time to Rio's thrusts. When the dam broke and words started trickling from Rio's mouth they were like embers falling on him, and he sobbed without tears like his heart was breaking. "God... I-I love you too..." He managed, but it didn't feel like he'd said enough and he supposed it never would.
Iki's words branded themselves onto Alerio's soul, and he hugged Iki to him, nearly in tears due to the intense, painful pleasure coursing through him. It was Iki's body that made him hot, that was true, but it was the nearly broken sound of his voice as he told him he loved him that made the tears burn hot and fast at the corners of his eyes. His arms wrapped around Iki's body, protective as they had sex, and suddenly, it was more. It was more.
Iki gasped and shuddered and felt himself edge closer. Rio's arms round him made him feel sincerely more adored, more cherished and loved than he'd ever remembered feeling. He wondered if they were glowing to the vision as much as he felt that they were. It felt so amazing, so tremendous that he was suddenly more terrified than he'd ever been in his life, and clenched down around Rio, his hands holding the other boy's arms tight.
Alerio held just as tight, not knowing where the anxiety was coming from, but that it was here, now, riding him as they moved. Their actions were almost desperate now, Iki clinging and Alerio holding close, as if there was a presence outside their little world just waiting to tear them apart, and both desperate to never separate. Alerio felt Iki's muscles clamp around him, a welcome prison, and he moaned long and low at the increased sensation. One hand slid down Iki's body to his neglected erection, running fingertips over the velvet length reverently before gripping him.
Iki felt Alerio's moan in his own chest as if it had been his and it made him shake, but Rio's hand on his dick made him tremble. He moved his hips up into Rio's hand and back onto Rio's cock and his grip didn't cease. He felt like when he came, he'd smash. "Rio..." he whimpered. "God... Rio... " He shook his head back and forth, the words not coming out. He breathed hard, scared and uneasy and in love.
Alerio closed his eyes tightly, the liquid dripping from them unnoticed. It was hot and hard to breathe, exhilarating like throwing oneself off a cliff and hoping for the best. The muscles in Alerio's stomach tightened, his entire body rigid as they fucked, rolling back onto each other. "I know," he breathed, moaned, whimpered. "Shh, I know..." He pressed his face into the back of Iki's neck.
Alerio's words and feeling his face in the back of his neck made the pressure cooker fist of wild emotion they were under suddenly slip and fall and Iki came so suddenly he shocked himself. He bit his lip hard this time, missing his lip ring and drawing blood. He didn't make a sound.
The clenching of Iki around him as he orgasmed made Alerio cry out, his voice catching as he thrust once more and stilled, coming as well. For a moment he couldn't see, though his eyes had flown open at the onset, his vision black and red and a multitude of other colors he didn't think existed. His hand moved from Iki's length to his hip, gripping tightly as wave after wave of orgasm overtook him. He still wasn't used to this whole sex thing, each orgasm like a new experience.
Iki felt Rio come in him and the feeling made him know he hadn't died. He felt like he'd been pulled apart and put back together and, with his back to Alerio, suddenly felt desperately far from him. When he felt Rio stop coming in him, he gingerly pulled off Rio and turned round, eyes widening in sudden shock when he felt pain inside, probably from last night. It was nothing he couldn't handle though, and he faced Rio, hugging him and ducking his head to hide his face in Rio's chest, licking at the skin and tasting the double saline from Rio's sweat and Iki's own blood from his lip.
Alerio's arms came up to wrap around Iki's shoulders as he turned into him. His heart was still racing, his breathing erratic, but he didn't care. What he cared about was curling himself in his arms, and he couldn't explain the uplifting feeling he got in his chest at that. For some odd reason, he'd expected Iki to run from him. He had no reason to think that, none at all, but the niggling thought that Iki might have pulled away or told him to leave was now gone. He stroked Iki's arms gently, resting his face on the top of his head.
"Good morning." Iki finally managed, with more than a hint of amusement, stroking Rio's arm with his fingers gently. He listened with fascination to Rio's heartbeat slowing down. Usually he'd be paranoid that later this evening he'd be sitting alone, dumped and drowning in a bottle of cheap plonk. But what had happened just now... that thing they'd done that was much more than sex, more intense than lovemaking ad tamed his insecurities, and now they slept hard as if chloroformed.
"Good morning to you, too," Alerio chuckled, somewhat back to normal. He kissed Iki's forehead, nose, and chin before zeroing in on his mouth, attacking it with tiny kisses that did nothing but humor or perhaps annoy. "I trust you slept well? Had a good wake-up call?" Alerio's grin was shit-eating.
Iki grinned back wickedly, amused by the tiny kisses but more by Alerio's grin. "I dunno, did YOU have a good wake up call?" he teased, reminding Alerio that he'd woken up first.
Alerio's grin dipped, began to look more sinister. He bit at Iki's nose, his fingers wriggling at his sides. "Fucker, you really were awake!" He tickled mercilessly.
Iki screamed with laughter and thrashed under Alerio, trying to get away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" He cried. "I couldn't help it, I won't do it again!" It was obviously a case of 'fighting losing battle' here.
Alerio stopped gradually, completely amused by Iki's reaction. "Naw, it's okay," he said lazily, stretching, working the kinks out of his body. "I can't really complain, not like I didn't enjoy it, ya know?" He suddenly realized he still needed to piss, but the urge for a cigarette was more overwhelming. "Care for a fag?" he asked as he reached over Iki to his pants on the floor by the bed.
Iki grinned and made what he knew was a bad joke. "Already got one." He said, reaching up and tweaking the nearest nipple. "Teach you to lean over me." He chuckled.
Alerio shot backwards, gasping and clamping a hand over his nipple. "Owie..." he chuckled, then pouted. "You're no fun, no ciggy for you," he groused, an unlit cigarette between his lips. He lit it quickly and exhaled toward the ceiling, already laying back down in bed.
Iki nicked the ciggy from Alerio, took a quick drag, then stubbed it out on the side of his bedroom cabinet, leaving a burn mark but not seeming unduly fussed. "We can't smoke in here." He said apologetically. "Mrs. Weatherman will throw a fit." He frowned a little, the memory of real life starting to climb back into their room. He sat up and swung his legs over the side of the bed, stopping when his insides smarmily stung and told him 'na-ah, don't think so'. "Ow... okay, so we better get changed THEN go out and smoke yes?"
Alerio sighed, suddenly feeling a lot older than his seventeen years. He rubbed at his face, momentarily mourning his dead cigarette. "Damn adults," he muttered to no one in particular. "Yeah, yeah, m'up," he said only slightly sullenly, the sight of Iki's backside to him on the bed just too appealing. He slid his arms around Iki and pulled him back in bed. "Let's just hide in here forever, huh? Hide and fuck and love."
Iki rested against Alerio, covering his hands with his own, making no attempt to pull away. "If this was fiction I'd say yes." He sighed. "And that's what we'd do. But we need to eat and pee and smoke... and anyway, Mrs. Weatherman won't let us stay forever."
"I know," Alerio said wearily, pushing away from Iki to get out of the bed. He ran a hand through his hair, his bangs flopping back down irritatingly. He crouched down and grabbed his pants, a contemplative look on his face. "I need to go see my mo- I need to see if Maria's okay. So, anyway, I guess it's a good thing we get up." He tried to put some kind of positive tone in his voice, but it just ended up sounding strained. He sighed and sat on the floor. "I don't know what I'm going to do anymore."
Iki got up and sat down behind Rio, wrapping his arms round his shoulders and putting his chin on his shoulder. "Hey, it'll be okay." he said. "Maria will be fine, and if she isn't, your mum won't be." He hugged him tight and kissed his cheek. "I'll think of something." He promised fiercely. He would risk jail for this boy.