The Price of Love

That night it was Shikaku that initiated their love making, and don’t anyone dare think it was pity sex or comfort sex either. It was the act love bore out of sadness. It was if he was erasing the past with the present or so he hoped. He wanted to see passion back in those beautiful blue eyes that had always been expressive. It had been empty all day.



He ran his fingers slightly over Minato’s skin, loving the feel of that soft tan skin, almost sad that it flinched under his touch. Minato was facing the wall, with his back to him. Oh, God he hoped this does not tear them apart. He hoped it does not tear Minato apart. Mostly, he hope it does not tear him apart- for he knows if any of the above to happen he would never survived.



Out of pure desperation, out of fear of losing the one thing that mattered to him, he flung his arms around the still body in front of him, and hugged it tight to his naked body.



“Please Minato….make love to me” words he was always too proud to say.



Minato turned slowly towards him – with a guarded look instead of a cheeky smirk.



“Are you doing this out of pity?” he asked in a low and dangerous voice.



“No…it actually for me…..I’m …I’m afraid that ….I want to prove to you that I love you even with your past. And that you would still love me because of mine whenever it come up….I just don’t want to lose you” maybe it was the desperation, maybe it was the gentle tears. Whatever it was, it snapped Minato right out of that depression that threatened to engulf him.



Once again, it was his Shikaku that saved him, like always. He could see the mist of despair evaporating before him. The past was the past. The present was the present. He could only find justice for the unrest. He could be of no use if he broke down and have no will to discover the full story. This cold case was one that he must reopen and solve. Amend that, him and Shikaku. It much about him as it was Minato.



“Sorry, koi, to make you worry. Yes, I would make love with you”



It was going to be gentle. But he never did mean it to have a sad and somber overtone to it.



It wasn’t wild like many before, but it does not lack any of it passion, if any there was more.



Minato slipped in between those creamy thighs, placing a gentle kiss on the neck, then moving up to the ear. He slowly licked behind the right ear, then attaching himself to the right earlobe. His hand reached up to brush against a nipple. A gentle gasp, and he was locking lips with Shikaku, dancing a slow seducing dance with their tongues.



He could feel Shikaku’s body arching up slowly against his own, desperate to be closer and almost one with him.



He let his hand savor all of his lover’s body, soft strokes and kisses trailing down one after the other, leaving a needy Shikaku breathless. Minato never had taken love making slowly or with so much care before. It was turning him on even more.



He got to Shikaku’s nipples, and decided to show special care towards them. Round and round his tongue traveled, while his other hand was brushing and slightly pinching the other nipple.



“Please…..Minato…..ahhhhhhhhhhh……need…..”



“Need what koi?”



“I need you” I want you, now and always. I love you.



Words he wanted to say, but couldn’t.



“It okay, I understand. I want you, now and always. I love you for this whole lifetime”



Minato began to slowly move up and down, making sure the fiction between their two groin was unbearable delicious.



Shikaku shot up out of bed, thrown his head back and wrapped his arms around his lover. He then pushed Minato down. For the first time, Shikaku was being the aggressive one. Minato was pleasantly shocked, as he felt his hard shaft entered a dark heated anus.



And the sight….it was absolutely stunning. Shikaku throwing back his head, back arching and riding him up and down……uhhhhhhh….oh, soooo hot.



“Oh….OH…uhahhahaha….MY F*CKING GOD FASTER HARDER”



Then he angled a little and jackpot – he knew it because Shikaku was given a jolt and screamed a little louder.



Those muscles around the base of his c*ck, the fast walls moving to cover his manhood and then unsheathe it again to the cold air, was too much. He began to moan and cry out his Shikaku’s name, as much as Minato was on the top of Shikaku’s lips every few seconds. The bed rattled with their movements, the room echoed with their cries and the words “harder faster”. The phrase “I love you” was like a mantra, a spell that meant to keep them from breaking apart



Both made a silent pledge, nothing will destroy them.