As Long As You're Mine
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InuYasha › Yaoi - Male/Male › Shichi'nintai (The Band of Seven)
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
4,418
Reviews:
17
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
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As Long As You're Mine
A/N- Yo! Another one! Let's hope this little PWP songfic gets some more reviews than my other story did...come on, Inu-fans!! Show some love, please?? This is a one-shot...but I have more stories I'd love to put up...but only if it's gonna prove worth the effort, ne? I'm quite proud of this, because the song is absolutely gorgeous, and lends itself so well to the situation. I hope you like! Leave reviews!
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Disclaimer: Bankotsu and Jakotsu were not created by me. They are characters in Rumiko Takahashi’s “Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale”. All rights belong to her.
All song lyrics are from “As Long As You’re Mine” from the show “Wicked” by the wonderful Stephen Schwartz. The only thing I own from that show is a CD and a ticket stub. I am making no money off of this, so please, nobody sue me for what little I do own. I’m just a poor college student procrastinating about studying for a test tomorrow.
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They fell on each other in the first bedroom they came to, moonlight streaming through the unblocked window, spilling a wide swath of silver light over the futon. It was warm that night, but the breeze that had been blowing all day had kept up, and the room was comfortable. They kissed, pressed against the wall, mouths and bodies hungry to be reunited. A long, bare, pale leg was thrown over a narrow hip, pulling the two bodies closer as a moan rent the air.
*Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight.
I need help believing you’re with me tonight.*
The minute they had seen each other again, they had been entranced. It had been exactly like it used to be, before they died. The fact still baffled. They had been dead for ten years, but now, miraculously given a second chance, they were in each other’s arms again. Pulling away from the wall, the two men made the short stumble to the futon on the floor, falling into the pool of light, moonbeams glittering off long black hair and porcelain skin, catching in blue eyes, making them sparkle as they met charcoal grey.
*My wildest dreamings could not forsee
Lying beside you, with you wanting me.*
Strong, tan lips caught soft blood red in a passionate kiss, their owner maneuvering his way on top of his lover. A soft giggle was heard, and then another as the lips traveled across jaw and slender neck. Hands traveled over a white-clothed back, scrabbling at the fabric until both men cooperated to remove it. They parted long enough for the haori to slip off broad, strong shoulders, tan skin glinting in the moonlight. The leader looked down at his attack-captain, the smiling man still attired in yards of pink fabric, so like what he was killed in, and fell upon him again, kissing the lips he missed so much, hands flying desperately over the yukata, untying the sash and parting the cloth, slipping beneath it. A sigh sounded, then a moan as halberd-calloused palms and fingers began to reacquaint themselves with all the planes, curves, and hollows of the lithe body. A much deeper groan answered it as long, slender hands began their own re-exploration, sliding over smooth skin and tangling in a braid that remained half-undone.
*Just for this moment, as long as you’re mine,
I’ve lost all resistance, and crossed some borderline.
And if it turns out it’s over too fast, I’ll make every last moment last.
As long as you’re mine.*
It progressed much faster than they meant it to, but the two mercenaries had never been all that good with self-control. They had rolled again, the taller, paler of the two lying sprawled out on top of his partner. Their clothes were gone, tossed to all corners of the room. Deep, ragged breathing and muted groans filled the air as they writhed against each other. Skin to skin, hip to hip, and hardness to hardness, the pressure was delicious. Strong, bronzed calves strained, hips bucking up as a long, low moan echoed around the room, breaking the pregnant silence that had fallen. The pace picked up, their bodies rolling together, before they parted with twin gasps, stopping before it became too late. Turning to look at each other, the bronze-skinned man lifted a leaden limb and caressed his lover’s face, smiling when his palm was nuzzled into and kissed.
*Maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise.
But you’ve got me seeing through different eyes.*
Charcoal eyes bored into sapphire as ruby lips sucked a finger into a hot, wet mouth. A talented tongue washed over the digit, knowing where it was going to go. The blue orbs were shuttered by their lids as the finger’s owner shivered, his other hand fisting in the sheets. A moan of a name, and a second finger was sucked in to join the first. The younger man began to squirm, uttering his companion’s name again, more urgent this time, and the tongue gave a parting flick, before the dark-haired head pulled away from the fingers, flipping onto his back and staring up at his leader.
*Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell,
And somehow I’m feeling, it’s “up” that I fell.*
The slender hips bucked, forcing the fingers further in as moist, strong lips closed over their owner’s straining arousal. Fingers tangled in messily-unwinding braid, a melodic voice calling out repeatedly for more, deeper, faster. The pitch escalated higher and higher, the swordsman’s voice breaking as his hips bucked into his lover’s mouth. Finally, as the fingers twisted, seeking, his back arched, fists burying themselves in the sheets as he came with a breathless cry. The younger man jerked back just in time to capture most of the precious cream, stroking himself with it in preparation for what was ahead. He slipped his fingers out.
*Every moment, as long as you’re mine,
I’ll wake up my body and make up for lost time.
Say there’s not future, for us as a pair….*
It had been so long. They had been dead for ten years after all, and before that, when they were on the run, they hardly had time to stop and enjoy each other. They shouldn’t even have been doing it now, but how could they not? They were both here, both alive, for now. The leader held no illusions that all of the Shichinintai would make it out of this ordeal alive, and while he trusted this man more than anyone else in the world, the fact that he knew his lover had already developed a crush on the very person they’d been revived to kill did not bode well. Jealousy burned through him at the thought of the silver haired hanyou, and he pushed into his lover more violently than he mean to, eliciting a hiss of surprised pain.
*And though I may know, I don’t care.*
The pain quickly passed, to be replaced with long-forgotten pleasure as they moved together, quickly finding their old rhythm and falling into it. Bitten nails clawed over sweaty tan back, leaving pink trails as panting moans poured from scarlet lips. The charcoal eyes were screwed shut as their owner bucked underneath his lover again and again, ecstasy sizzling through him with each powerful thrust that met his. A knot was coiled tight in his belly, burning him with its insistent need, and when the other man shifted his hips, pounding into him- straight into his most sensitive spot- he cried out for more, for harder.
*Just for this moment, as long as you’re mine.*
His mind was blanking. A white fog was intruding into the sides of the shorter man’s vision. He gulped in a breath, tossing up a prayer to gods he knew for a fact didn’t exist, pleading for them to give him the stamina to pull his lover over with him. Every move was bliss. It had been too long since he had felt those strong thighs clasped around his waist, since he had seen that lithe body arch underneath him, since he had felt all the pleasures that his third-in-command offered only him. He bit back the urge to beg the other man to hurry, dragging a hand down the porcelain body to fasten around the returned hardness. Sweat glittered like diamonds in the moonlight, both bodies sparkling as they writhed together, faster and faster, panting breaths slipping into moans, moans slipping into cries.
*Come be how you want to, and see how bright we shine.
Borrow the moonlight, until it is through…*
When it all became too much, they cried out together, sensation crashing over them in flooding waves of ecstasy. The bronze-skinned lover’s lips crashed down against lips now pale, the red long since kissed or licked off, and they each swallowed the remainder of each other’s cries as they shuddered together, hands clasped into white-knuckled fists. When the final tremors passed, and they could breath again, the leader fell to the side, gasping, and immediately turned to catch the man who burrowed into his arms, smiling in satisfaction. Fingers from both sides threaded into black hair and traced flushed cheekbones as the younger yawned, and the older giggled, kissing him one last time before snuggling close and beginning to sing softly, watching the beloved azure eyes droop slowly closed.
*And know I’ll be here, holding you.*
Yawning himself now, the older man gave in to the urge to sleep, his eyes drifting closed; the image of his sleeping leader and lover burned into his memory forever.
*As long as you’re mine.*
~Owari
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Hope you liked!!!! Leave a review, please!!
~Tareacel
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Disclaimer: Bankotsu and Jakotsu were not created by me. They are characters in Rumiko Takahashi’s “Inuyasha: A Feudal Fairy Tale”. All rights belong to her.
All song lyrics are from “As Long As You’re Mine” from the show “Wicked” by the wonderful Stephen Schwartz. The only thing I own from that show is a CD and a ticket stub. I am making no money off of this, so please, nobody sue me for what little I do own. I’m just a poor college student procrastinating about studying for a test tomorrow.
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They fell on each other in the first bedroom they came to, moonlight streaming through the unblocked window, spilling a wide swath of silver light over the futon. It was warm that night, but the breeze that had been blowing all day had kept up, and the room was comfortable. They kissed, pressed against the wall, mouths and bodies hungry to be reunited. A long, bare, pale leg was thrown over a narrow hip, pulling the two bodies closer as a moan rent the air.
*Kiss me too fiercely, hold me too tight.
I need help believing you’re with me tonight.*
The minute they had seen each other again, they had been entranced. It had been exactly like it used to be, before they died. The fact still baffled. They had been dead for ten years, but now, miraculously given a second chance, they were in each other’s arms again. Pulling away from the wall, the two men made the short stumble to the futon on the floor, falling into the pool of light, moonbeams glittering off long black hair and porcelain skin, catching in blue eyes, making them sparkle as they met charcoal grey.
*My wildest dreamings could not forsee
Lying beside you, with you wanting me.*
Strong, tan lips caught soft blood red in a passionate kiss, their owner maneuvering his way on top of his lover. A soft giggle was heard, and then another as the lips traveled across jaw and slender neck. Hands traveled over a white-clothed back, scrabbling at the fabric until both men cooperated to remove it. They parted long enough for the haori to slip off broad, strong shoulders, tan skin glinting in the moonlight. The leader looked down at his attack-captain, the smiling man still attired in yards of pink fabric, so like what he was killed in, and fell upon him again, kissing the lips he missed so much, hands flying desperately over the yukata, untying the sash and parting the cloth, slipping beneath it. A sigh sounded, then a moan as halberd-calloused palms and fingers began to reacquaint themselves with all the planes, curves, and hollows of the lithe body. A much deeper groan answered it as long, slender hands began their own re-exploration, sliding over smooth skin and tangling in a braid that remained half-undone.
*Just for this moment, as long as you’re mine,
I’ve lost all resistance, and crossed some borderline.
And if it turns out it’s over too fast, I’ll make every last moment last.
As long as you’re mine.*
It progressed much faster than they meant it to, but the two mercenaries had never been all that good with self-control. They had rolled again, the taller, paler of the two lying sprawled out on top of his partner. Their clothes were gone, tossed to all corners of the room. Deep, ragged breathing and muted groans filled the air as they writhed against each other. Skin to skin, hip to hip, and hardness to hardness, the pressure was delicious. Strong, bronzed calves strained, hips bucking up as a long, low moan echoed around the room, breaking the pregnant silence that had fallen. The pace picked up, their bodies rolling together, before they parted with twin gasps, stopping before it became too late. Turning to look at each other, the bronze-skinned man lifted a leaden limb and caressed his lover’s face, smiling when his palm was nuzzled into and kissed.
*Maybe I’m brainless, maybe I’m wise.
But you’ve got me seeing through different eyes.*
Charcoal eyes bored into sapphire as ruby lips sucked a finger into a hot, wet mouth. A talented tongue washed over the digit, knowing where it was going to go. The blue orbs were shuttered by their lids as the finger’s owner shivered, his other hand fisting in the sheets. A moan of a name, and a second finger was sucked in to join the first. The younger man began to squirm, uttering his companion’s name again, more urgent this time, and the tongue gave a parting flick, before the dark-haired head pulled away from the fingers, flipping onto his back and staring up at his leader.
*Somehow I’ve fallen under your spell,
And somehow I’m feeling, it’s “up” that I fell.*
The slender hips bucked, forcing the fingers further in as moist, strong lips closed over their owner’s straining arousal. Fingers tangled in messily-unwinding braid, a melodic voice calling out repeatedly for more, deeper, faster. The pitch escalated higher and higher, the swordsman’s voice breaking as his hips bucked into his lover’s mouth. Finally, as the fingers twisted, seeking, his back arched, fists burying themselves in the sheets as he came with a breathless cry. The younger man jerked back just in time to capture most of the precious cream, stroking himself with it in preparation for what was ahead. He slipped his fingers out.
*Every moment, as long as you’re mine,
I’ll wake up my body and make up for lost time.
Say there’s not future, for us as a pair….*
It had been so long. They had been dead for ten years after all, and before that, when they were on the run, they hardly had time to stop and enjoy each other. They shouldn’t even have been doing it now, but how could they not? They were both here, both alive, for now. The leader held no illusions that all of the Shichinintai would make it out of this ordeal alive, and while he trusted this man more than anyone else in the world, the fact that he knew his lover had already developed a crush on the very person they’d been revived to kill did not bode well. Jealousy burned through him at the thought of the silver haired hanyou, and he pushed into his lover more violently than he mean to, eliciting a hiss of surprised pain.
*And though I may know, I don’t care.*
The pain quickly passed, to be replaced with long-forgotten pleasure as they moved together, quickly finding their old rhythm and falling into it. Bitten nails clawed over sweaty tan back, leaving pink trails as panting moans poured from scarlet lips. The charcoal eyes were screwed shut as their owner bucked underneath his lover again and again, ecstasy sizzling through him with each powerful thrust that met his. A knot was coiled tight in his belly, burning him with its insistent need, and when the other man shifted his hips, pounding into him- straight into his most sensitive spot- he cried out for more, for harder.
*Just for this moment, as long as you’re mine.*
His mind was blanking. A white fog was intruding into the sides of the shorter man’s vision. He gulped in a breath, tossing up a prayer to gods he knew for a fact didn’t exist, pleading for them to give him the stamina to pull his lover over with him. Every move was bliss. It had been too long since he had felt those strong thighs clasped around his waist, since he had seen that lithe body arch underneath him, since he had felt all the pleasures that his third-in-command offered only him. He bit back the urge to beg the other man to hurry, dragging a hand down the porcelain body to fasten around the returned hardness. Sweat glittered like diamonds in the moonlight, both bodies sparkling as they writhed together, faster and faster, panting breaths slipping into moans, moans slipping into cries.
*Come be how you want to, and see how bright we shine.
Borrow the moonlight, until it is through…*
When it all became too much, they cried out together, sensation crashing over them in flooding waves of ecstasy. The bronze-skinned lover’s lips crashed down against lips now pale, the red long since kissed or licked off, and they each swallowed the remainder of each other’s cries as they shuddered together, hands clasped into white-knuckled fists. When the final tremors passed, and they could breath again, the leader fell to the side, gasping, and immediately turned to catch the man who burrowed into his arms, smiling in satisfaction. Fingers from both sides threaded into black hair and traced flushed cheekbones as the younger yawned, and the older giggled, kissing him one last time before snuggling close and beginning to sing softly, watching the beloved azure eyes droop slowly closed.
*And know I’ll be here, holding you.*
Yawning himself now, the older man gave in to the urge to sleep, his eyes drifting closed; the image of his sleeping leader and lover burned into his memory forever.
*As long as you’re mine.*
~Owari
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Hope you liked!!!! Leave a review, please!!
~Tareacel