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I Miss You When You're Here	By : cdreaiton Category: +A through F > DRAMAtical Murder Views: 1314 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Part 1
- 2-Part 2
- 3-Part 3
- 4-Part 4
- 5-Part 5
- 4
- 5
Aoba looked around the apartment and sighed. Everywhere he looked he could see remnants from his and Koujaku’s ruined date night. The dinner Tae-san had made was still on the stove, now cold and stale, and his kimono was in a wrinkled pile on the bedroom floor. Aoba lifted his pillow and checked on his gift for Koujaku. It was still there, wrapped in its red foil and gold ribbon. A small smile crept onto Aoba’s face. He still wanted to give the gift to Koujaku, and after everything that had happened, maybe a nice relaxing day was just what the two of them needed.
Rising from the bed, Aoba set his shoulders and began straightening up. While he did so, he dialed a familiar number from his coil. Once his call was over, Aoba replaced the burned down candles with fresh ones, and lit them, making sure to draw all the curtains to keep the rooms dark. He fluffed the flowers in their vase and looked around the apartment again. Satisfied that everything was as perfect as it was going to get, Aoba took a quick shower. As he was drying off and dressing, Aoba heard Koujaku’s keys jingle as he unlocked the front door.
“Aoba? Sorry that took so long. The guys wouldn’t let me leave until I told them every little detail.” Koujaku’s voice was tired, and he sighed in exasperation as he closed the door behind him.
Throwing on one of the only baggy shirts he owned, Aoba left the bathroom in only the shirt and his underwear. When he saw Koujaku, he was standing in the middle of the living room stretching, his back to Aoba. Seeing his opportunity, Aoba snuck up behind his lover and wrapped his arms around his waist.
“Welcome home.” Aoba’s voice was muffled by the cloth of Koujaku’s kimono.
Koujaku tensed momentarily, but then relaxed into the hold, hugging Aoba’s arms.
“I’m home.” The exhaustion was gone from Koujaku’s voice, and Aoba could hear his smile in his words. “Why is it so dark in here? Is everything okay?” The was a small note of concern in Koujaku’s tone.
“Everything’s fine. I just thought having it darker would make it a bit more…” Aoba hesitated and buried his blushing face into Koujaku’s back. “Mmmmrrrrfffffhhhh.”
“What was that? I can’t hear you with my kimono in your mouth.” The smile in Koujaku’s voice was now a full on smirk.
Aoba’s blush deepened. He knew Koujaku had heard what he’d said, and that he just wanted Aoba to say it again. Quelling his embarrassment, Aoba released his hold on Koujaku’s waist and moved around until he was facing him. Wrapping his arms around Koujaku’s neck, Aoba leaned in and brushed his lips against Koujaku’s.
“I thought it would be more romantic.”
Without a word, Koujaku pulled Aoba close and deepened the teasing kiss. The force in Koujaku’s hands and the heat of his mouth, caused Aoba’s heart to skip a few beats. Aoba returned the kiss, twining his fingers into Koujaku’s hair with as much passion as he possibly could, matching the movements of his hands with the movements of his tongue. When Koujaku pulled away, Aoba tried to pull him back, not wanting the kiss to be over. Koujaku laughed softly and pulled Aoba’s arms down from around his neck. Holding Aoba’s small hands inside his own, Koujaku kissed the tip of Aoba’s nose.
“I need to shower first.” Koujaku grinned and darted a glance down, finally catching a glimpse of what Aoba was wearing. He gulped visibly. “I promise I won’t take very long.”
Following Koujaku’s gaze, Aoba smiled playfully and leaned in to nip at Koujaku’s ear.
“You better.” Sliding his hands out of Koujaku’s hold, Aoba turned and sauntered towards the bedroom, swaying his hips just the slightest amount, giving Koujaku a good show and reminding him why he needed to hurry.
Aoba went into the bedroom and covered his face in his hands, the embarrassment from the whole situation catching up with him, as his cheeks began to burn. Knowing that with such incentive Koujaku would be out of the shower in a matter of minutes, Aoba smacked his cheeks lightly in an effort to quell his embarrassment. He did a quick sweep of the room, making sure that both his gift and the lube were within reach, and then lay down on the bed to wait.
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True to form, Koujaku was out of the shower in less than ten minutes, and in anticipation of events to come, had dressed only in his boxers and a clean kimono. He stood in front of the bedroom door and took a deep breath before slowly turning the handle and entering the room. Aoba was stretched out on the bed, head supported by a hand as he rested on his elbow. There was an allmate magazine spread out in front of him, and he was flipping through the pages idly. When he saw Koujaku enter the room, Aoba immediately sat up and crossed his legs underneath himself, putting the magazine away on the bedside table. Looking up at Koujaku, he smiled softly.
Koujaku knelt on the bed beside Aoba and pulled him in for another kiss. The heat and fervor of the kiss were no less intense than the last, and Koujaku lifted Aoba’s shirt, running a hand under the warm skin beneath it. Placing a hand on Koujaku’s shoulder, Aoba gently pushed him back, ending the kiss. Confused, Koujaku raised an eyebrow at Aoba, a note of concern in his eyes. Aoba smiled in assurance and brushed the hair from Koujaku’s right eye, running his fingers along the tattoo there.
“I have something for you. I meant to give it to you last night, but…” Aoba trailed off and Koujaku dropped his gaze to the sheets. Unwilling to be phased, Aoba continued. “It’s kinda silly, and a little embarrassing.” Aoba pulled the small red and gold package out from beneath his pillow and placed it in Koujaku’s hand. “But I want you to have it.”
Surprised, Koujaku darted his glance between Aoba’s face and the small gift in his hands. Sensing his bewilderment, Aoba nodded at the package in Koujaku’s hands and smiled. Willing his hands to stop shaking, Koujaku slowly untied the ribbon before carefully unwrapping the foil paper. He heard Aoba snigger softly at his treatment of the present, but Koujaku ignored him and continued gently peeling off the paper. Underneath the red foil was a Kiri wood box that was just smaller than a playing card. Unable to control the slight tremble in his hands, Koujaku lifted the lid and inhaled sharply at what he saw inside.
Inside the box, nestled in folds of black silk, was a small oval pendant about the size of a small spoon. It was made of rose gold, and had an intricate design engraved along the sides. The band it was attached to was a medium sized chain, also made of rose gold, with red silk woven in-between the links, finishing in a small tassel at the top, and another by the clasp. Koujaku carefully pulled the pendant out of its box, holding it lightly in his fingers. Squinting slightly, he noticed there was something written on the side facing him. He tilted it to get a better view, and his heart leapt into his throat as he read the kanji inscribed there.
‘Love without friendship, is like a shadow without the sun.’
Barely able to breathe, Koujaku brushed his fingers along the engraving. It was beautiful.
“Turn it over.” The breathlessness of Aoba’s voice sent a shiver up Koujaku’s spine as he did what he was told.
The front of the pendant was made of clear glass surrounded by the intricate rose gold design work. When he saw what was lying beneath the glass, Koujaku’s heart nearly stopped as the emotions surged in his chest. Encased in the pendant was a simple woven pattern made of hair. Blue hair. Aoba’s hair. The hair the Koujaku had been wanting and hoping to cut for so many years, that he had saved in a box after Aoba had finally given him the chance to fulfill his dream all those months ago. And now here it was, encased forever inside Aoba’s gift.
Koujaku bowed his head and softly gripped the pendant and chain in his hand. A minute passed as Koujaku calmed the emotions that overwhelmed him. His mind raced with words to express his gratitude, his love for the man in front of him, but there were none powerful enough to describe the way he felt. Placing the pendant carefully back into it’s box, Koujaku raised his head and reached out a hand, brushing a strand of blue hair away from Aoba’s face. He snaked his hand around the back of Aoba’s neck and pulled him close, resting their foreheads together.
“Thank you.” The soft whisper was husky with emotion, and the words, though simple, conveyed a hundred different thoughts and feelings.
Aoba reached up his hand and placed it on Koujaku’s arm, squeezing it softly in reply. Carefully taking the box from Koujaku’s hands, Aoba placed it on the side table without breaking the touch. Once it was safely out of the way, Aoba moved up on the bed, bringing Koujaku with him. With a gentle push to the shoulder, Aoba maneuvered Koujaku so that he was lying on his back with Aoba straddling him.
Bending down, Aoba brought his lips to Koujaku’s and kissed him softly, while his hands began to untie the obi on Koujaku’s kimono. Once he had Koujaku’s kimono open, Aoba broke off the kiss and straightened, pulling his shirt off over his head. Koujaku stared at the pale flesh of Aoba’s chest, the light from the candles making the shadows dance across his skin, emphasizing each muscle and contour. As his breath became shallow, Koujaku could feel his arousal heighten and heat begin to pool between his hips.
Feeling the sensation beneath him, Aoba smiled and looked down at Koujaku with eyes half glazed in lust. Then Aoba leaned down and began placing soft kisses all along Koujaku’s neck, across his collar bone, and down his chest, his fingers tracing random patterns along Koujaku’s side as he went. Koujaku shivered in pleasure as each kiss fell. As Aoba moved lower, placing kisses along his abdomen and waist, the shivers increased, along with his arousal.
When Aoba reached the waistband of Koujaku’s boxers, he stopped and looked up to check on his lover. Koujaku had his hands twined in Aoba’s hair, his head lay back on the pillow, with his mouth open and gasping for air. With a soft chuckle, Aoba gently pulled back the elastic waist band. Koujaku raised his hips, allowing Aoba to easily remove the now constrictive material. Aoba tossed the boxers to the side, and leaned forward on one hand, initiating another kiss as his other hand removed his own underwear.
With the obstacle of fabric now gone, Koujaku removed his hands from Aoba’s hair and ran them down his back, grabbing firmly at the soft flesh of Aoba’s rear. Moaning softly, Aoba took his cue and deepened the kiss, grinding his hips against Koujaku’s as he did so. The heat between them intensified, heightened by the time apart and the emotional turmoil from the last day.
Reaching under Koujaku’s pillow, Aoba pulled out the small bottle of lube. He quickly squeezed a small amount into his hand, and reached behind himself to apply it. Once he had spread a generous amount of lube on himself, Aoba straddled Koujaku’s hips, one hand bracing himself on Koujaku’s chest, while the other lightly gripped Koujaku’s erection keeping him in position.. Caught off guard at how quickly Aoba seemed ready to go, Koujaku placed a hand on Aoba’s arm.
“Are you sure you’re ready? I don’t want to hurt you.” The concern in Koujaku’s voice made Aoba pause. A small laughed escaped Aoba’s mouth and he leaned down to whisper in Koujaku’s ear.
“I already prepared myself in the shower.”
Sheer willpower kept Koujaku from thrusting straight up and burying himself in Aoba as his mind began churning out mental images to go with Aoba’s words. Straightening once again, Aoba got into position and began to lower himself onto Koujaku. Aoba moved so slowly that Koujaku was certain it would be hours before he was fully inside of his lover. Koujaku ground his teeth together as the pleasure coursed through him. The seconds ticked on, and nearly a full minute later, Aoba’s thighs rested squarely on Koujaku’s hips.
Unable to control himself any longer, Koujaku grabbed Aoba’s arm and flipped him around, so that Aoba was lying on the bed with Koujaku above him. Grabbing Aoba’s head, Koujaku pulled him forward and crushed their lips together, forcing Aoba’s mouth open and he began to thrust quickly. Aoba didn’t stop him, instead gripping Koujaku’s hair in his hands and raising his hips to meet every thrust.
The intensity and anguish of the last day caught up with both of them. Aoba broke away from the kiss, arching his back and screaming Koujaku’s name as he came. Koujaku wasn’t far behind, gripping Aoba’s hand and growling deep in his throat as he finished.
When they had both released and their hearts began to slow in pace, Koujaku carefully pulled out of Aoba, collapsing by his side and gathering him into his arms.
“I love you, Aoba.” Koujaku sighed contentedly into the blue hair under his chin.
“I love you, Koujaku.” Aoba’s voice was sleepy and relaxed.
Suddenly, Aoba pulled himself from Koujaku’s arms and straddled Koujaku, a deep, lustful grin on his face. His eyes glowed gold and shone with desire. Koujaku’s breath caught in his throat, but before he could speak, Sly leaned down and bit his ear.

“My turn.”
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