Title: “White Tiger”

Author: Fantom Fox
Comment: fantomfox00[at]hotmail[dot]com flame me and I’ll track you down and kill you.
Series/pairing: Yamato x Eien (Korat x Sphinx, Original Characters for “Outlaws” WK AU RPG. see images here and here)
Warnings: YAOI (yay!), other situations hinted at
Dedication: to my Outlaws girls and our loyal fan following (you exist! I’m surprised!)
Author’s notes: wheeeeee. mostly written over a 2 hour car drive to my parents’ house.
Special thanks to Wiggle for beta-ing this for me ^^ ::hugs tight!::

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Eien stumbled into the bathroom, slightly bruised and completely worn out. Their jobs were never easy, but the clients tonight had been downright rough. Stripping off his shirt with a practiced motion, he glimpsed himself in the mirror on the wall. Shallow knife wounds graced his chest and side. He turned to follow one of the cuts as it crossed dangerously far along his skin, just barely missing the steadily growing tattoo blossoming across his back. The motion made him wince, but at least there was no damage to the brightly colored skin. Eien winked at his reflection cutely then nearly bounced over to turn on the shower water.

Of all the houses that the Masuzoe house owned through the city, this one was Eien’s favorite. His father had it built to a very specific design, namely, American. Eien didn’t agree with his father on much, but this house was definitely a good idea. In his 17 years of life, the youngest son of the Yakuza boss spent all the time that he could in this house. It was like being in a foreign country. The television even played programs in English! Eien was grinning despite the slightly bleeding cuts as the water heated and ran over his outstretched hand. He was looking forward to the shower to ease his aching muscles.

Eien flicked the water from his fingers as it was growing significantly warm, withdrawing so he could finished getting undressed. He had to peel the leather pants from his legs, sticking with sweat and the rising humidity in the bathroom. Dark bruises graced the curve of his right hip, offsetting the streaks of red mostly across the left side of his upper body. Eien wiped away the steam on the mirror to inspect the damage. He tilted his head as he looked at it. Sort of artistic, if you think about it. He shrugged and ran a hand through his long, thick hair.

Finally, Eien hopped into the shower, cringing as the scalding water hit his skin and immediately turned it pink. He tapped the dial with his foot to turn the cold water up a little. With a soft cry of surprise, he crouched down to the knobs to avoid the too cool water.

After fighting for a moment with the controls, Eien stood back in the water with a sigh, letting the water hit his back and shoulders to trail over the muscles of his chest and down his body. The wounds stung a little under the heat, but Eien ignored them. Starting at his shoulder, he trailed his hands slowly down his body: over his collar bone, skirting a nipple, across the tight muscles of his stomach, down to brush against soft hairs low on his body....

His eyes snapped open as he heard the bathroom door open. He froze just where he was and listened to the intruder. The other person in the room didn’t say anything at first, but there was something in the movements, in the scent of the air that Eien recognized.

“Shiroi tora, to what do I owe the honor?” Eien taunted.

“Don’t taunt me, Niji. You took the nicest bathroom in the house. Besides, your brother took over the other one,” Yamato replied in a rather flat tone.

Eien and Midori Yamato had grown up together, Eien being 3 years younger than his friend. One family worked for the other, the Midori house for the Masuzoe house in exchange for protection and a certain political immunity. Now the two boys worked together as often as their separate fields allowed. Tonight had been one of those nights. That fact had been one of the only things that kept Eien sane during this mission.

Laughing softly, Eien said, “So what did you think of the new guy that Otousama hired? Pretty bad ass, na? I’ll bet he could bench press Abe-sensei with one hand! Scared the shit out of little Honda-san when he burst into the room like that.” He pulled his head under the water after hearing a mumble of agreement from his friend on the other side of the shower curtain. Wiping the water from his eyes, he was about to make another comment when he noticed a white head of hair peeking into the shower.

“Nan--!” Eien started to sputter through the thick wet hair that had fallen into his face, but Yamato reached out and touched a finger to his lips. Brown eyes followed the outstretched arm down the older boy’s body, widening upon finding that Yamato was naked.

Eien stilled under the touch, heart pounding in his chest, unable to tear his eyes away from the sight in front of him. Years ago, he had fallen in love with his friend. Ever since Eien knew what love was, he wanted it to be with Yamato. They had fought side by side, become the best of friends, but it had remained platonic between them because that’s how Yamato wanted it to be. But now, Eien wasn’t so sure. He knew what it looked like, but his brain didn’t quite know how to put the pieces together. His voice came out breathy, “Matt....”

“Shhh.” Yamato silenced him with a quick flick of his gray eyes. With cat-like grace, he stepped into the shower, gaze trained almost predatory on Eien. The dark scars that marred the left side of his face did not extend any lower down his body. No one knew how they got there, those six deep lines in Yamato’s face. He disappeared one day and returned a few months later with a set of scars that no one asked about. It was these that Eien couldn’t take his eyes away from now. If he did, he’d surely stare nervously right into his friend’s crotch.

But Eien couldn’t keep quiet. “I thought--” but his words were abruptly silenced by the press of Yamato’s lips against his. The kiss was not timid, not soft. It was confident, passionate, sure that Eien would not reject him, and surely, Eien melted into it.

A strong hand slipped into Eien’s hair, holding him close. Yamato’s naked chest leaned into Eien’s, streaming with hot shower water and rising and falling slowly with breath. The kiss deepened as it went on, their tongues finding each other and exploring tentatively, tasting each other for the very first time.

After a while, Yamato drew back, eyes heavy-lidded and breath shuddering slightly. Eien’s eyes peeked open one at a time, eyeing his friend from so close, so intimate. They came together again, more passionate this time with no hesitation. Yamato’s hand slipped around Eien’s waist and pressed them together fully, completely unable to hide the feelings they were both having. They were almost the exact same height, so their erections rubbed against one another, pulsing with the flow of blood and rush of heat. Eien’s breath caught at the intimate touch. A soft moan formed in the back of his throat.

The two were lost to each other in the pulse of flesh. Their hands explored skin as their tongues learned the other’s mouth to a intricate detail. The water still poured over them but not between them as they held each other in the scalding shower.

Eien broke the kiss, breathless, staring into Yamato’s eyes with a silent question. He wouldn’t say the words out loud, but he could see the recognition in the gray eyes. There was a slight wavering, a pause for thought, but then Yamato nodded, slightly at first but then a more definitive answer. His hands slipped down Eien’s body to hold his waist loosely. Yamato was unsure of what to do, where to go, but Eien knew the way. Anything he was shown, he would do.

Sliding in wet hands, Eien turned his body to put his back to Yamato. His slick ass pressed tight against Yamato’s hard cock, teasing with the pressure between them. Eien squirmed against his friend-now-lover, judging the strength of Yamato’s conviction by the pulses of the thick organ trapped between their bodies.

Eien couldn’t keep a moan from escaping his lips. All this time, dreaming of this moment, and he didn’t want to wait. He wanted it now, hard and deep. He wanted all that was promised by the erection against his ass, everything that he’d thought would never be, the feel of his life-long friend as he was penetrated completely and fully. His back arched at merely the thought, rubbing against Yamato’s more insistently.

Both of Yamato’s hands wandered down to Eien’s hips, brushing against the knife wounds and ghosting over the bruises that stained the younger man’s perfect skin. It brought a shiver through Eien’s body, so Yamato nibbled gently on his earlobe. His fingers suddenly pressed tight against him, and the head of his cock found Eien’s entrance. With that little preparation, he pushed into that tight opening, using the water to ease his way past the tight circle of muscle. Very slowly, Yamato slid his way inside to his full length. He was pulsing and almost painfully hard by the time he was fully concealed. Eien gasped and shuddered in ecstasy. Yamato traced his left hand over Eien’s hip, reaching down to grip his erection.

They moved together, pace slow at first to begin to feel each other, to know each other. Eien’s eyes were closed, but he knew the hands that held him and that they would never do anything to hurt him. Those hands would protect him and lead him to safety away from this life. The breath behind his ear would always be there for him, throughout all the years ahead, just as they always had before. Their bodies fit together perfectly as if they had been made for each other. Just a slight movement here or there would draw soft noises from Eien’s mouth as if this wasn’t their first time. It was if they had always know each other’s bodies just as they had always known each other’s emotions. Yamato knew just what to do and how to do it so Eien was writhing in pleasure against him, whispering his name into the steamy bathroom air.

Before long, much shorter than Eien would have liked, he was too near the edge to keep going at this rate. He wanted it all, and he wanted it now. Eien was on the brink of orgasm, and he could feel that Yamato was rapidly getting there as well. All he had to do was hold out long enough to bring his new lover to hot and beautiful climax. Deep, deeper inside. Eien pushed against Yamato, encouraging the hand at his own cock to stroke faster, harder. Another cry, louder this time, escaped his lips. He thought he might die in pleasure right here. Almost. More. Just a little more.

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There was a knock at the door.

Eien’s eyes opened to slits. Not yet. So close.

Another knock. His elder brother’s voice filtered through the bathroom door, “Bishounen, how long are you going to be in there?”

It was getting progressively harder to ignore the interruption.

“Eien, are you jacking off in the shower again?” This was said quite a bit louder, too loud to not be overheard by any number of other people in the house.

“Oh, fuck OFF, Etsuya!” Eien slid to his knees on the floor of the shower, caught, holding himself so near orgasm, shuddering with the effort to contain it. If his voice broke with the climax, that would be it for him.

The voice from the other side of the door dropped into a dangerously deep tone, “If you come, otouto, you won’t be able to work later. And if you can’t work....” He trailed off.

Eien plopped to sitting on the shower floor. Well, that was it. It would have been a good one, too. He leaned back in the shower, alone like always. The spray of water hit him full in the face and ran down his rapidly cooling body. His cock still twitched in protest, but there was nothing that could be done. No good come was worth it if he couldn’t work and his brother caught him. Eien closed his eyes and tried to banish the very vivid image of Yamato from his mind. It was just a fantasy anyway. Right now, the white-haired young man was probably in the other room making out with his girlfriend of two years or something like that.

Eien covered his face with his hands as the water ran over him.

~end~