[Back for More} - {Kyo\Kanon} - {One-Shot]

Back For More-One-Shot-Kyo/Kanon
I always saw him out of the corner of my eye. He was just one of those guys you always notice, you know? Everyone knew who he was. I mean, it was impossible to not know who he was. He was the boy that made all the others in the private school to turn away in disgust.
His name was Tooru Nishimura. Poor kid. With a name like "Tooru," no wonder he went by Kyo. He was the type of kid that no one and everyone wanted to get involved with. People hardly talked to him because his entire family was a bunch of religious extremists to an extent.
He was the only boy --no, man-- who could make the itchy and confining uniform look appealing and...arousing. For myself anyway. On the weekends, I'd see him smoking under a tree. I watched from my perch on the windowsill where I always sketched. Him, more often than not. Profiles and sketches of him filled my sketchbook.
He was the type of bo--man who always looked as if he was sweaty, but his hair was always fluffy and smelled like fruit. It was one day when I got close enough to notice that.
He had dropped his kanji book so I hurried up to try and find him when I felt myself pulled into an empty classroom. I was turned around to meet the dark amber eyes of one Mr. Nishimura.
My hand was shaking as I tried to give him his book back. "H-- Here..." My voice almost cracked.
Kyo smirked and walked closer to me. I backed up. "I don't care about the fucking book."
One step forward, one step back.
"Okay...then," I cleared my throat.
One step forward, one step back.
"I've seen you around, y'know," he nodded.
One step forward, one step back.
My ass came back to hit the table. "Um... Alright."
One step forward, I couldn't retreat anymore.
Kyo reached up to wipe a strand of raven hair out of my eyes. "How could someone NOT notice you," he smirked and licked his lips. "What's your name?" he asked me.
"K-- Kanon," I stuttered. He was so close, our bodies barely inches apart.
Kyo smirked. "Kanon, eh? Nice name. Mine's Kyo. I expect you to remember it. I plan on hearing it leave your lips soon." He smiled and ran a finger over my parted lips. "Mmm... Soft."
I could feel my body shaking. I knew I was getting hard. How could someone be so close and not be completely aroused. "Um..." I wasn't sure how to respond to that.
Kyo stepped even closer to me, our hips and stomachs touching. One of his legs between mine, his strong arms were on the desk, framing my body against it. "What's the matter, Kanon? Have I left you speechless?" He continued smirking.
I shook my head. I didn't know what it was about him that made me react this way, but it was something. "No."
Kyo patted and began rubbing his hips to mine. "Really? Guess I'm not trying hard enough." He grinned again and began grinding his erection into mine.
I gasped. Delicious friction. My erection was straining against the confines of my pants. It felt so good. All thoughts in my head were lost. Kyo laughed slightly and he untied my tie and unbuttoned my shirt and pushed them aside. He ran a hand over my chest and I shut my eyes tight. The next thing I knew, Kyo had unzipped my pants and slid his hand down them, grabbing my fully erect cock.
He smirked. "You dirty little slut," he said, referring to my lack of underwear. He rubbed me harder and I moaned slightly. "Filthy whore."
I had to admit. It was fucking hot. Call me perverted or dirty for getting off on it, but whatever. His hand was gone a second later. My eyes opened and Kyo sunk to his knees, looking up at me, his brown eyes shining.
"I want you to scream my name so fucking loud that everyone in this fucking building knows that I'm the one making you feel this way," he ordered.
I couldn't respond. I just nodded. I felt his mouth engulf me and I gasped. His tongue ran roughly over my slit and I shuddered. The feeling of his mouth around me made me begin to sweat. My hands gripped the edge of the desk, Kyo's were kneading my balls.
The sensations were overwhelming. "Oh, God..." I groaned.
Kyo pulled away. "Louder. I want to hear you scream my name," he growled before returning his mouth to my inner thighs, biting and nipping.
"Fuck," I mumbled when Kyo's mouth engulfed me again. My breathing was ragged. He began to deep-throat me and my head lolled back. "Kyo," I moaned his name. He removed his mouth and I felt his tongue at my opening. "Holy shit!" I exclaimed.
It hadn't been my first blowjob, but this was something entirely different. His tongue moved in and out of me, lapping at my hole until he pulled away again. He engulfed me once more and I screamed. He sucked harder, his fingers once more kneading my balls. He moved my legs further apart for better access and he deep-throated me again.
My release hit me like a fucking tidal wave. I screamed his name and watched in amazement as he swallowed it all. I could barely breathe as Kyo stood back up.
"Good boy," he smirked.
My breathing was ragged. I couldn't form any coherent thoughts other than, how far is this going to go? or when will he fucking touch me again? I didn't care if someone walked in, I didn't care if someone heard. I just wanted him to touch me and never stop. I just wanted to feel his skin against mine.
I wasn't sure where my next rush of confidence came from, but I'm glad it came. I leaned forward and cupped Kyo's cheeks in my hands, crushing my mouth to his. His hands were immediately at my hips, gripping them tightly, his nails embedding my skin. He forced his tongue into my mouth and they seemed to mold together.
Kyo pulled away and hastily stripped off the rest of his clothes. He ran a cold finger down the center of my chest. "How badly do you want me to touch you?" he asked in a deep voice.
I shook my head, trying to shove aside the lust and passion in a pathetic attempt to form complete and coherent sentences. "A... A lot..." I struggled to even have that make sense.
"Mmm..." he smiled. "How much is a lot?"
"Kyo, fuck, just fucking touch me," I almost whined. I wanted to. I wanted to throw a tantrum until I got my way and he just touched me again.
He smiled, seemingly evil. He moved a hand to let his fingers slowly encircle my nipples. The touch so light, I almost thought I was imagining it. "Like this?" he asked, seemingly innocent.
I shook my head. "No."
Kyo pulled away, his eyes wide. "Well, babe, you gotta be more specific," he smiled again.
I whined. "Kyooooooo!"
He leaned forward and nipped at my collarbone, trailing his hand around to my back and down to rest on the curve of my ass. "Is this closer?"
Subconsciously, my body bucked back, trying to get more contact. "Mmm... Not close enough," I moaned, my head lolling back.
Kyo moved his hands to the back of my thighs and lifted me up, setting me back on the table behind me. My shirt, that had been neglected, began to stick to my skin. I couldn't remember sweating that much since the physical fitness test my freshman year and having to run a mile. He pushed my shirt off of my shoulders and threw it behind him.
Kyo smiled like a crazed madman, his eyes shining brightly. He pushed me flat onto my back and crawled on top of me. Our erections rubbed together and his mouth clamped down on my neck. If I could've formed any words besides "Holy shit!" I would've told him not to make them so visible. But, I guess, that was kind of the point. Kyo sure as hell didn't care about it.
I vaguely remembered how hard it would be to cover the marks he had given me. But all those thoughts were lost when he moved his mouth to my ear. My one weakness. If anyone messed with my ears, talk about instant boner.
So you can only imagine how hot I felt when he ran his tongue, oh, God, how I love that song, over the sensitive shell of my ear. I seriously thought I was going to cum right then... For a second time in the past thirty minutes.
"Turn over, hands and knees, now," he ordered, his deep voice sending shivers down my spine. I followed his orders and closed my eyes, more than slightly embarrassed. "How far have you gone with a boy, Mr. Kanon?" he asked, a rough hand massaging my back.
"No-- Not very," I stuttered. "Just handjobs and blowjobs." Yeah, talk about embarrassing. I could almost hear him smile.
"And how far would you like to go with me?" he asked innocently, placing a kiss to each dimple in my lower back.
I shivered again. "A--All th-the way," I mumbled, wanting to feel all of his skin against mine.
"Good answer," he said, running a finger up the underside of my cock and in between my ass, making me gasp. "Feels good, doesn't it?"
I nodded. "Fuck yeah."
"Virgins are so much fun." He kissed my back again. "Then I bet you'd also like it if I used my tongue," he said quietly, to where I could barely hear it.
Having had experienced limited sexual activity with men, my first thought was, can someone really do that? And I found myself pressing back against him, urging him to do so.
When I first felt his tongue probe my opening, I wanted to scream. I wanted to scream so loud that everyone could hear. I wanted to scream so loud that the glass would break.
I settled for moaning his name very loudly. His hands parted my ass cheeks even more and I felt him push his tongue in even further. It was such an incredible experience. My knees and palms were hurting so bad from the desk, but his tongue felt so good.
Reluctantly, he pulled away. "Guess I was right," he mumbled, leaning forward and licking the shell of my ear. He gripped the base of my cock in his hand. "You're not aloud to cum until I do. Got it?"
I nodded. Anything! I'll agree to anything if you just touch me! my mind screamed.
Then, without warning, he slammed into me. My ass burned, my body felt like it had been split in two. But it was in-fucking-credible! He kept his hold on my cock and pounded into me, hitting that one spot that made me cry out.
It was purely amazing, an entirely different experience than anything else in my life. A moment of pure pleasure, it didn't matter where we were. All of the memories were a blur. I just know that the moment I felt him sear my insides as he came, my release was swift before I collapsed back on the desk, thoroughly exhausted.
That's one of the only things I remember from that day. I remember that when I finally got my strength back, all I saw was Kyo frantically getting his clothes.
"Where are you going?" I asked.
"Dorm. Me and Hizumi are meeting up. We're gonna get wasted and fuck. See you around, Kanon," he smirked and walked out of the room.
That was the moment my life began to fall apart. I didn't think about Kanon. Or, at least, I tried not to. I saw him in the hallway, before and after classes. He would send a smirk my way, try to catch my eye here and there. He pulled me aside once and tried to explain himself. He didn't know how I really felt about him, he never would.
Two weeks ago, I read in the paper that he had died. Drug overdose, alcohol intoxication, something of the sort. And I felt sad. I had never gotten to tell him. I had purposely ignored him for the past year. Even when he tried to make things right with me. And that never sat well on my stomach. And I had to do something. And I knew what that had to be.
I sat in my bed, a bottle of Vodka in front of me and a bottle of pills I had taken from my grandmother's cabinet. It was selfish of me, this I know. Leaving my entire family behind, my friends, my life. But I couldn't live in the world anymore without Kyo. My final thoughts filling my head were the same ones that I had replayed every day since I first saw him.
I love you, Kyo....
well, yes, that ended sadly, but what can I say? I'm morbid.
There's you first taste of what to expect out of me.
COming soon, a full-length original slash story, and maybe a Gerard Way one, cause I love that man.