tenipuri_xp | Log - Oshitari, Shishido (Reply)

Date: Very early Saturday morning or very late Friday Night, depending on your preference
Rating: NC-17 for blowjobs
Summary: Oshitari returns to the Brotherhood and finds an interesting welcoming home present on his bed. Oshitari takes advantage of the situation and Shishido is still too drunk and proud to stop it.

All was still and quiet as Oshitari drifted silently down the hallway leading to his room at the Brotherhood. Sneaking out of Ryuhana had been fairly simple. He had only to wait until the right time, when all were safely ensconced in sleep. Not that he thought many would have kept him, had they caught him. As what was usual, his experiments and demeanour had endeared him only to the more easygoing and strange. None of which were exactly overflowing at such a dreary, boring place as Ryuhana.

It was just as well. He certainly wouldn't have wanted to be subjugated to telepaths and telekinetics on a regular basis. He wasn't fooled into thinking Hanamura-san hadn't probed him thoroughly each time she met with him. And he had left with plenty of interesting information on both the school and its inhabitants, enough to make the misadventure somewhat worthwhile.

He crossed to his door, aware of his exhaustion as he turned the doorknob and stepped into the darkened room. He closed the door behind him, intent on merely flopping down on the bed as he stripped his clothing off. Prepared to slide under the covers naked, something on top of the bed brushed his leg as he walked up to it. Moving back, his feet tangled in something; cloth pooled down on the floor. Instantly his instincts went on alert, and Oshitari stepped back, fumbling for the lamp switch.

Pale yellow light flooded a portion of the room, and the first things the sense-illusionist saw were huge white wings stretched out across his bed. At his feet was a large discarded coat.

Shishido-kun. Asleep and snoring on his bed. Surprise melted away with the slow upturn of his lips. What an interesting homecoming. Careful not to disturb the boy, he slid cautiously onto the edge of the bed, lifting a wing that twitched and fell into his lap. Dark eyes darted to the other mutant. "Shishido-kun?" he murmured, leaning close enough to catch a whiff of stale alcohol on the teen's breath.

It had been a long and interesting night with Tezuka to say the least. Shishido wasn’t quite sure how he managed to get home from the karaoke bar and into his bed, but he was bloody thankful he had. He was comfortably sleeping off the alcohol – also known as happily passed out cold, hoping that his powers were also useful in battling the effects of a bad hangover when he felt something touch his wing. He twitched it a few times; hoping that what ever was annoying it would go away. He thought he might have heard someone call his name, but that didn’t make sense. Nobody would be in his room, and they all knew enough to not bother trying to wake him up anyway with how stupid his sleep cycle was turning. Muttering out his discomfort, he shifted a bit on the bed and attempted to fall fully back to sleep.

Was he expected to behave nobly and overlook this great opportunity before him? Impossible. Oshitari had never in his life been accused to restraining himself in the face of temptation. Smirking a bit, he let his hand run up the length of the wing in his lap, watching the face of the long-haired angel as he did so. It was best to be prepared for unexpected flying fists, after all. Daringly, he leaned back on one elbow and slid his fingers even further up the wing, pausing to smooth away a lock of hair before trailing his fingers down the slumbering back.

Shishido shifted in his sleep and let out a muffled moan into his pillow. He was vaguely wondering when his dream about dancing pink hippos singing random Gakt songs and wearing glasses similar to Tezuka’s had turned to him being lovingly caressed by the silver haired mutant who had broken his promise and ran away from him. But really, he wasn’t going to complain, it all felt too good to his still alcohol filled and sleepy brain. And if Ohtori wanted to seduce him in his dreams, he was certainly doing a good job of it.

Recalling Shishido's more erogenous areas, Oshitari let his hand linger here and there at the base of those gorgeous wings. Shishido-kun really did make the most adorable noises when he did so. Chuckling softly, he leaned in close to nip an exposed earlobe with his teeth as he stroked between the angel's wings with gradually increasing pressure.

A sense of wrongness filtered through Shishido’s clouded senses and it was only strengthened by the too wet feeling at his ear and the too real feeling of pressure on his wings. With a gasp, Shishido shot up and swung a fist around to the general direction of where the assailant should be. Whoever the hell was in his bedroom molesting him when he was trying to sleep was going to pay.

Beyond amused, Oshitari evaded the fist easily, catching it in his hand and using it to pull the winged mutant back down so they were face to face.

"Still the same Shishido-kun, I take it" he mused smirking. "Always the fist before the 'hello'."

Shishido cursed and stared at Oshitari, “What the fuck are you doing in my room?!” He yelled before his eyes could focus in on his surroundings. That’s when, with something feeling very much like dread, hit him as he realised that the furniture was different, those weren’t his decorations on the wall and that this couldn’t possibly be his room. Wracking his brain for some sort of memory he realised with horror that instead of taking a left at the top of the stairs he had taken a right. Doing not so swift calculations in his head, he noted that yes, he did end up in Oshitari’s room and it was just his luck – especially the way his week had been going – that the bastard would actually return tonight. “Shit.” He murmured.

Knowing that he was in the wrong room meant that Shishido had to leave – quickly. Very quickly, so that Oshitari wouldn’t notice what those touches mixed with the dreams had done to him. Shishido used the hand not held in a firm grip to push against the other mutant, that’s when he noticed something even more disturbing than the fact that he had just been sleeping on Oshitari’s bed. “Why the hell are you naked? Put some clothes on!!” He yelled in shock as he tried to pull away from Oshitari, shifting on the bed.

"I happen to sleep like this, Shishido-kun. Though...you've suddenly inspired me to stay awake." Plucking the other hand off his chest by the wrist, Oshitari smiled as it caused the winged mutant to crash down, unsupported, against his bare chest. It also had the benefit of bringing them into contact with each other in another way, and his smile sharpened, rather enjoying the angel's squirming. "This is such a pleasant welcome. I'm touched." Careful to keep his grip tight on Shisihdo's wrists, he lifted his head to swiftly seal his lips against the others.

Shishido didn’t want to inspire anything in Oshitari and struggled more to get away from the leering mutant. But the other was faster and grabbed his other hand causing him to crash down onto the very naked body below him. His mouth open in shock he tried to worm away, but with how close they were, it only caused teasing friction against his erection and he wasn’t even going to think about the effect his squirming was having on Oshitari, because that certainly wouldn’t be good for his still half drunk mind.

Finally, composing himself a bit, Shishido glared down at Oshitari and his stupid comments, “Don’t be.” He spat out before he found his lips pressed against the other’s. His eyes threatened to bug out of his head in shock, his wings flapped out behind him, one hitting against the nearby wall. He tried to pull his head away, but in the position he was in, there wasn’t that far to go. And to his disbelief, he found that the other’s persistent coaxing had made him start to kiss back. Oh god, he really needed to sleep off the rest of the booze, it was making him do crazy things, like make out with a naked Oshitari on a bed.

Shishido really was quite exquisite, Oshitari thought, deepening the kiss as much as he dared. The angel's erection pressed up against his growing one; he expertly shifted his hips to increase the friction.

Did he truly want to pursue this? It probably would be wiser to let Shishido escape now, before the other mutant either allowed him to advance things or manage to free himself enough to aim a better swing at him. Then again, it was so much more fun than he'd had all week. It would be an interesting challenge. That, in itself, spurred him on.

It took timing, but swiftly he released one of Shishido's hands, taking the opportunity to smooth down his wings, which had the added benefit of distracting the boy long enough for Oshitari to roll them over without damaging anything. The freed wrist was just as quickly recaptured as he pulled both of them over Shishido's head, smirking triumphantly down at him before kissing him again, rocking his hips just a bit against the other mutant's erection.

Oshitari’s kisses made Shishido feel as if he was drowning in alcohol once again, though he was sure that the fact that he was still buzzing from earlier wasn’t helping him keep his head straight. When Oshitari released his hand he was half tempted to punch him, but before his mind could even fully think of doing that, his wings were being softly stroked and moved and he found himself writhing against the other’s erection making little moaning noises.

If Shishido had been thinking more clearly he’d be wondering when he became such a floozy, but since thinking really wasn’t an option, especially as Oshitari flipped them over so that his wings were distractedly rubbing against the fabric of the bed, he didn’t really care what he was. He closed his eyes, and just let Oshitari please them for right now, maybe he’d put a stop to this in a bit. There was no harm in just indulging slightly, or that’s what his body was telling him. Shishido was fairly certain a large portion of his mind was still off drinking with Tezuka somewhere, or perhaps lost on the way home. It would really be the only reason he was doing his best to rock against Oshitari and was moaning into the devilishly good kiss.

More and more promising. He'd expected loud cursing and threats from the other mutant, certainly not this quite fascinating capitulation. Risking it, he cautiously released one wrist to stroke the feathered wings fanned out underneath Shishido, trailing his fingers down until they drifted, of their own accord, to and past those rocking hips, deftly undoing the annoyingly obstructive pants the angel was still wearing, releasing him. Stroking then grasping both of their erections together, he sucked and swirled his tongue against Shishido's.

There was never any doubt in his mind that he was going to hell when he died. He only hoped that Shishido didn't find a way to kill him anytime soon; he felt far too good doing this and very much wanted to continue.

Shishido was forced to break apart the mind-numbing kiss as Oshitari began to stroke him. He gasped and squirmed on his back, trying to buck his hips up to get more contact. But all that movement was starting to agitate his wings and it was quickly going from teasingly delightful to somewhat painful. “Get off my wings you jerk.” Shishido complained between a small moan. Yes, his body was certainly enjoying what Oshitari was doing to it, and his foggy mind really didn’t object, but that didn’t mean he had to like the bastard any more than he normally did. Especially if he wasn’t going to get off his wings.

Rearing back a bit to look down at the scowling teen, Oshitari considered options. The fun would all be ruined if Shishido ran away, a very likely chance.

Sliding his hand off Shishido's other wrist, he worked it between the other mutant and the bed, slipping fingers steadily up his back until the angel was distracted a bit. "Your wish is my command, Shishido-kun" he purred, using the leverage to pull the winged one up into a half-sitting position, taking the unwanted pressure off of the feathered appendages, letting long hair fall back onto the mattress.

Capturing lips again for a moment, he drew back, still supporting Shishido with one hand. His other moved from their erections to support his own weight and he leaned over the other mutant, breaking the kiss to trail teeth and lips over his throat. He had nothing on hand for actual sex. A sad oversight, in his opinion. But he wasn't without experience or knowledge of other things. So, nonverbally encouraging Shishido to support himself by leaning on him enough to have the teen automatically drop his own hands onto the bed and lean back on them, Oshitari began a slow and deliberate descent down the angel's body, fingers pausing to stroke here and there as he lifted Shishido's shirt.

That was better, Shishido thought as he was able to flap his wings a bit without them being squashed. He just wished Oshitari would stop moving him so quickly, it made his head spin and he let his head fall back, to let Oshitari lick and bite at his throat. It felt really nice and it was very clear that the other mutant was not a stranger to having guests in his bed. Not sure if he should be reassured by this random thought or not, Shishido decided to just enjoy what that practiced talent made him feel.

He dropped his hands to the bed to keep himself in the propped up position as he felt hands trail up and under his shirt. Making him and his wings shiver in response. “Oshitari…” He groaned slightly as the other’s hands stayed away from where his body wanted it most.

Oshitari grinned into the flesh he had just bitten again, noting the moderately sized red mark he had left; satisfied that it would bruise most spectacularly. It amused him to mark Shishido as he watched his wings react, rippling slightly. One last lick at the boy’s neck, and he was pulling the shirt up high enough to scrape his teeth against a bared nipple, dragging his mouth down to nibble and sample the skin between it and his ultimate destination. "You'll enjoy this, Shishido-kun,” he murmured to the other mutant confidently, almost smugly as he tugged the unfastened jeans slowly down Shishido's hips.

Shishido whimpered as the biting and licking on his neck drew away, replaced with the teasing of one of his nipples. It made his arms weak and shake slightly under the strain of holding himself up, and if Oshitari’s statement was true, he wondered how long it would take before he fell back on his wings again. Fixing Oshitari with a glare for the smug look, or well trying since he was fairly certain the fact that his eyes were having trouble tracking the other was making his glare less than effective, he shifted and spread his legs for the other as his pants were stripped off of him. “I better. I’m still not above slugging ya.” Shishido threatened weakly.

"I'm sure you could try, Shishido-kun. But that wouldn't be very wise, considering your position. You might damage your wings" Oshitari pointed out calmly, stopping to drop a hot, open-mouthed kiss on Shishido's hip, so close to the promised land that he could well imagine the other mutant's eyes crossing. He dragged it out a bit longer, biting here, nibbling there, his warming fingers wandering a bit everywhere he could touch.

When he thought Shishido was squirming enough, he ran the teen's erection through his long fingers, sliding his tongue up the pulsating vein underneath before swallowing him into his mouth.

“It’d be worth it.” Shishido huffed. He attempted to glare at the other for putting him in such a precarious position when he began to get mercilessly teased. He was considering kicking the other just because he was being such a jerk when finally he was given some respite.

Since his powers first manifested he had been more or less celibate, except for the mind-blowing threesome he had with Atobe and Tezuka. But during that, he was the one giving the blowjobs and while he had received them before, it had been much too long. So to say he was overwhelmed by Oshitari’s hot mouth on him would have been a severe understatement. “Ah, ‘Tari” He gasped out as Oshitari took more of him into his mouth. He did his best not to thrust up his hips, using his energies to keep his back propped up off the bed, even as his head feel back in pleasure.

Not one for foreplay, Oshitari surmised, listening to his name gasped as he worked his mouth steadily on Shishido's shaft. It had been awhile since he'd engaged in oral sex, but the little tricks came back to him readily. His tongue flicked over the head as he drew his mouth up, wrapped around the shaft as he moved down. One of his hands slipped down to caress the testicles just under his chin. He listened to the noises Shishido made, gauging when to speed up and when to slow down, drawing it out longer, amused and accommodating to the hips thrusting slightly beneath him.

Either the girls he had hung out with just weren’t good at giving head, or it was true that guys just gave better head then girls. Either way he was writhing and moaning under Oshitari’s all too talented tongue and clever fingers. His arms were shaking badly and he was sure that any moment he was going to go crashing onto his wings, but as he felt his orgasm getting closer and closer he was finding it increasingly difficult to care about his stupid wings. Besides, in a few more talented tongue swipes he wouldn’t be caring much about anything.

Dark, intent eyes flicking up Shishido's body briefly, Oshitari gauged how close he was. Very close. Instinctively, he drew Shishido further into his mouth, deep-throating him in a move that had satisfied every man he had ever been with. When the orgasm came, he chose not to draw back, his gag reflex refined enough to withstand the semen hitting the back of his throat.

Oh God were the only two words going through Shishido’s mind as Oshitari took him all the way into his mouth. It didn’t take much more than that to make his body coil tightly and shatter as he orgasmed. He let out a long drawn out moan as he came into the other’s mouth. His arms finally gave out on him, causing him to fall back onto the bed and onto trembling wings. Not that he felt it though, he was still seeing stars and everything felt pleasant and tingly.

Swiping a thumb over his lips as he drew away and swallowed, Oshitari gazed down at the spent teen. Amused and more aroused, he leaned down and slid up to lick at an exposed earlobe. "You see? I would say you enjoyed that a great deal,” he murmured, carefully gathering the boy up into a sitting position. "Be careful of your wings, Shishido-kun,” he admonished lightly, brushing a feather into place and a wickedly smug smile spread across his face.
“I still hate you.” Shishido slurred out, his eyes still unfocused from the combination of coming and the remaining alcohol in his system. He didn’t resist however when Oshitari moved him into a sitting position and supported his wait. Although it was tempting to slug him for being so patronizing, it would also take more effort than it was worth. He could plan divine retribution tomorrow. A hand snaked around Oshitari’s neck to play with the long strands of hair there, as he waited for the room to stop spinning once again. Someone really had to teach the other how to be gentle in his manhandling.

"Of course" Oshitari agreed cheerfully enough, "I don't expect anything less." He shifted, sitting more comfortably despite his erection and brushing a lock of hair from Shishido's shoulder. "I wonder just how good you are at reciprocating, Shishido-kun...unless you aren't up to the challenge" he dared the younger boy, stroking the closest wing gently.

One day Shishido would learn to not accept stupid challenges and to just back down. Today, was not going to be that day though. Bristling in Oshitari’s caring hold Shishido shifted so he could give the other a petulant look, “I excel at reciprocating.” He all but growled out. “I’ll prove it.” He said, ignoring the shiver running through him at the light touches to his wings.

Eyes narrowed knowingly over the chuckling mouth as Oshitari leaned back. "Will you?" he drawled, smirking tauntingly. "Then, by all means, prove it, Shishido-kun. If you can." He stressed the last, knowing it would strike at the heart of the winged one's vanity.

With a huff, Shishido finished stripping off his barely on shirt and then carefully shifted himself so that he was between Oshitari’s legs. He noted, with just a bit of irritation that the other was well endowed and if earlier was any sign, could probably fully back up every claim he had ever made in regards to sex and pleasure. Bastard. Still, Shishido would show him that he wasn’t the only one who could drive someone insane with their tongue. Kneeling between Oshitari’s legs, he skipped teasing and instead wrapped one hand around the base of the other’s cock, slowly lowering his lips to lick and suck at the head. His wings fanned out to help with his balance as it appeared his equilibrium had yet to fully return from his night of drinking.

Ah, the direct approach. He should have guessed Shishido would be an impatient lover, forgoing all to get to the main event. Oshitari let his head fall back a bit, closing his eyes and humming with pleasure. The technique was very good. But the other mutant was clearly an amateur, and Oshitari's lips curved mockingly as his eyes slit open to look down and watch.

Shishido sucked on more of Oshitari, not yet daring enough to attempt deep throating but doing his best to please the other with his hand, lips and tongue. It seemed to be working if the noises coming from above was any indication. Opening his eyes, he looked up at Oshitari and noticed that he was being watched back. That was distracting. Blushing for some unknown reason, Shishido closed his eyes and focused his energies back into the task at hand.

Well now, that was attractive, Oshitari thought distractedly, flicking his fingers through Shishido's long hair, keeping it back from his face. Blushes suited that face.

He groaned softly at Shishido's renewed efforts. Not bad, he was of the opinion that Shishido had an inkling of natural talent at this, admiring his view. Still able to think though; how disappointing. With enough practice, Shishido would indeed excel at this. For now, Oshitari wasn't doing more than making small grunts and hm's under his breath. If Shishido wanted any more than that, he would have to apply himself more.

It seemed as though Atobe and Tezuka were easier to please than Oshitari, perhaps all that sex had desensitized the other to the point of not being able to enjoy it anymore. Not quite sure how to proceed to make those small noises become more he just kept trying to vary what he was doing adding more force and then less to see if anything worked. Shishido felt he might be able to do a better job if the up and down head action wasn’t making him so dizzy. Stupid alcohol.

Just as Shishido was wondering if he’d ever get Oshitari to come, because seriously he didn’t want to be doing this all night long and it really wasn’t nearly as fun if the other wasn’t writhing beneath you. He recalled something that Oshitari had done to him. Using his free hand, he tentatively snuck it under behind Oshitari’s balls, rubbing the area there.

Quick learner. He unintentionally tugged on the thick lock of hair he was holding, throwing his head back with a long moan. Pulling his gaze back down to Shishido sharply, with indrawn breath, he was partly annoyed that the other had solicited an actual response from him, and somehow absurdly proud of the advancement.

Moaning again, his hips twitched under Shishido. "If you can go faster,” he panted more, "please do."

Faster? Was Oshitari trying to make him so dizzy he became sick. Still, if he could get more moans like that out of Oshitari, it would be worth it. Shishido was quickly coming to believe the best part about giving head was getting to hear the sounds he could pull out of the other’s throat. So with a hum of acknowledgement around Oshitari’s cock he sped up his actions hoping that the other would come quickly. He also hoped that the other would let go of his hair because he really would appreciate having some left in his head when he was done.

Gasping softly, moaning more, he still controlled himself, keeping his hips stationary. He pulled his tangled fingers out of Shishido's hair and leaned back on his freed hand, feeling the tension build to a point where he knew he could let go or draw it out longer. It was yet another trick he'd learned from one of his father's lower subordinates, a young woman who had earned his 16 year old disdain by claiming she could go down longer, and wasn't it a pity he simply couldn't last longer to find out?

It had been a pleasure to make her eat her words, among other things.

Still, it wasn't fair to a beginner to hold back. Even if it would be amusing to see just how long Shishido could last. Lying back on his elbows, he let the roiling sensation of the impending orgasm overtake him with a low, sensuous moan.

Shishido’s eyes widened at the long moan and then the feel of Oshitari’s cock pulsing in his mouth before he came. He quickly pulled back, making a face at the taste of the fluid that had already made it past his lips. No amount of reciprocation would make him willingly drink that, ugh it tasted gross. And although he pulled away his mouth he kept his hand there to milk Oshitari with a few idle pumps.

Shishido couldn’t say he was very amused as some come splashed onto his face but it was still better than in his mouth, he just hoped that none of it got into his hair because he really didn’t think he’d be able to stand long enough to have a shower. His head was starting to really hurt and he wondered if perhaps he should have just left when he found out this wasn’t his bed. But then he really couldn’t remember being given a choice… it didn’t really matter though as he looked down at Oshitari with a semi-smug expression.

"Mm. Adequate" Oshitari said after a moment, when he could lift his head again. His voice was teasing, and he lifted a languid hand up to wipe the thin liquid off Shishido's face unapologetically. The boy would have to learn to move faster than that if he wasn't willing to swallow. Humoured, he smiled, further squashing that smug expression. "You may have some raw talent, Shishido-kun. I would suggest practice. Lots of it." His arms crossed behind his head, pillowing it as he looked up at the winged one.

Shishido would have been annoyed and insulted at what Oshitari was saying to him, but the nausea in his head had come to a peak and he raised a hand up to his mouth. “Shit.” He said moving to scramble off the bed. “I think I’m going to be sick.” He muttered before making a dash to Oshitari’s bathroom where he immediately kneeled down to hug the toilet bowl as he became violently ill. The alcohol definitely tasted better going down, and though his mind wasn’t functioning nearly up to par, he knew that Oshitari would be having a field day with this.

Actually, Oshitari was not enjoying the sounds of vomiting coming from his bathroom. He very much doubted he would be able to get Shishido to clean up any mess he made in there, and the noises themselves were enough to have his nose wrinkle in pained disgust.

He laid listening for a good two or three gagging bouts, then sighed and rose, not pausing to bother with clothes, and let himself into the bathroom to survey the damage.

That was quite a sight. Shishido, naked, his wings trembling as violently as his body was as he clung to the toilet. Feeling sympathy, since he recalled his own first overexposure to alcohol, he reached to the nearby towel rack on the wall, pulling down a washcloth and a towel. The towel he folded neatly, setting it down near Shishido's knees. "Kneel on that,” he instructed, taking the washcloth to the sink and wetting it with cool water.
Taking a moment to wring it out, he grimaced at the renewed sounds of puking. There had always been something about that sound that made Oshitari vaguely nauseous himself. Folding the washcloth lengthwise, he moved to the other mutant, pulling the now wet hair back to slap the cloth against his neck. It would probably be better to twine Shishido's hair out of his face, but Oshitari had nothing to do that with, so he let the hair fall back. "Do not pass out and drown in the toilet, Shishido-kun,” he instructed lightly, patting the winged back sympathetically before leaving and shutting the door behind him.

Shishido felt like hell, as he reached up with a shaky hand to flush the toilet again. He didn’t even notice Oshitari enter the bathroom until a towel was forced under his knees, his only response was a thankful nod as he started gagging again. Why did this hurt so much? He cursed his latent healing abilities and that fact that it was too lame to be able to fix a night of binge drinking for him.

Staring into the toilet bowl, thankful that it seemed that Oshitari kept a high standard of hygiene, he tried not to throw up again. Shishido then felt a welcoming cool moist touch on the back of his neck and sighed in relief. “Thanks,” He muttered before Oshitari left. Too tired and sick to care about how he must have looked, collapsed on the floor naked and holding onto the toilet like it was his life saver.

Shishido debated the risk of getting up, putting clothes on and running to his own room to continue his misery, but it seemed too hard. Besides, he really didn’t want to go back to his room until he had a shower, ugh, if that was vomit in his hair he was going to cry. Or at least kill Oshitari for waking him up and making him move around like that. He would have been fine if the bastard had just let him sleep.

With thoughts of how he would kill Oshitari in different ways floating through his head, he eventually drifted off into an uneasy sleep, sitting on the towel, with his back to the wall across from the toilet. His knees were tucked up to his chest and he wrapped his wings around him to keep himself warm. It wasn’t the most comfortable position, but it would do. It was warm and quiet, and close enough to the toilet just in case he had another bout of sickness. He would worry about everything else when he woke up.