Territorial

July 9, 2008 in Fanfiction, Oneshots, Other Fanfiction, Sex Pistols | 5 comments

Sex Pistols is the property of Kotobuki Tarako. This story is written for my, and hopefully others’ enjoyment and not for monetary profit. This fic is unbetaed so please excuse any mistakes you find.

Territorial
by Michalyn
Rating: MA/ NC17
Pairing: Yonekuni x Shiro
Author’s Notes: Springkink 2008 submission.

The problem was these jackasses were undoing all of his hard work. Yonekuni glared at the little coterie — no menagerie— surrounding his lover as usual. He despised Ouchou of course, but the others were equally irritating. At the moment, there was a high-strung canary gesticulating theatrically at Shiro, a long-faced greyhound holding a book and the two butt ugly monkeys who’d been Shiro’s friends since he entered high school.

Yonekuni hated winter because of the cold but lately he’d come to hate spring because of all the vermin who appeared out of the woodwork in the frenzy of the mating season, magnetized by Shiro’s delicious pheremones. His lover always seemed to attract the lowest common denominator too—light seed and mongrelized Madararui who’d become so unmeshed with the monkey world that their abilities were practically nonexistent. They couldn’t spot a scent-brand if it was staring them in the face. Every Madararui worth anything recognized Yonekuni’s claim for what it was(except Ouchou who hung around for spite). One whiff of Shiro and they gave his lover a wide berth. Not these idiots, though. They remained blissfully ignorant, yapping and prancing around Shiro, their soul’s appearances on vulgar display. They crowded and touched Shiro, tainting his scent and making a lie of Yonekuni’s claim.

It was true that with Yonekuni’s pedigree, his scent was pure perfume to their cheap cologne but that made no difference. It was the principle of the thing. Yonekuni did not want any other scent on Shiro besides his.

He stepped forward and couldn’t help the instinctive curling of his lip as he drew closer. He wanted to terrorize them all, wanted to wipe them off the face of the planet. He would have done it a long time ago too if not for one crucial factor: Shiro would be angry with him. Worse, it was possible he would be hurt and the sight of Shiro’s pained features always gave Yonekuni a feeling a lot like indigestion except the pain was much closer to his chest.

In the end he did nothing of the sort but only lurked a few steps from the lunch table so that Shiro could sense him. He rolled his broad shoulders, feeling the twinge of the bite there, a souvenir from last night’s fucking.

For most of Yonekuni’s life, Shiro had been the solitary boy who always seemed to be hovering around, craving Yonekuni’s attention. Yonekuni had assumed that if Shiro had any friends they could be counted on one hand. After all, Yonekuni was part of the popular crowd. It was literally unfathomable to him that any other group could exist or matter. Once he and Shiro became lovers, though, Yonekuni realized just how mistaken he was.

Shiro wasn’t solitary at all. Instead he was beloved. Everyone adored his intelligence and his gentle ways. Got a homework problem? Shiro could help. Need a shoulder to cry on? Shiro would be there to listen. Didn’t know how to talk to a professor about a problem? Shiro knew the best way to broach the issue. There was thus a constant pulse of activity around his lover. Yonekuni did not know how he could have missed it. In fact, the proof was in the nickname he used for Shiro himself. He wasn’t just Shiro, but “Pres”. People loved him enough that they had elected him student council president. If that did not say it all he did not know what did.

Not only that, Shiro’s popularity was to Yonekuni’s fame as night was to day. Shiro was surrounded by old friends who loved him, new ones who respected him and timid others who wanted to get to know him. Geeks, outcasts, misfits, the superbly well-adjusted—they all looked up to Shiro. Yonekuni on the other hand was mostly surrounded by opportunists attracted by his blood line, his wealth, his big dick (in those days before he was a taken man). They were fun to hang out with but there wasn’t a single one among them whom Yonekuni could count on. Lately, they had become even scarcer. Yonekuni’s scowl darkened. Who needed them anyway?

As soon as Yonekuni had begun approaching, Shiro had started turning towards him. He was trying to tell the canary that he had to leave but the twit kept chattering away. Yonekuni glowered.

“Pres.”

Shiro smiled. “Oh, Yonekuni. I’ll be right—”

“We’re going home.” Yonekuni yanked Shiro close and scowled at the little lunch group. In no time, they began to disperse. Finally they seemed to have gotten the message. Shiro was opening his mouth to say something but Yonekuni didn’t wait. He simply grabbed his lover and dragged him off to bed.

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“Yone—ah!” Shiro convulsed and his come splattered between them a second time.

Yonekuni growled and kept pumping. The hot water sluiced over them, filling the bathroom with the scents of sex and soap and steam. He had meant to take Shiro to bed, but he couldn’t stand the smells of the others on him. He had to erase them first, with water yes, but with his own body and his hands on Shiro’s pale skin.

How long had they been going at it now? Yonekuni didn’t care. Shiro’s legs were locked about his waist, his back pressed against the tiled wall as Yonekuni kept up a scalding rhythm. Shiro’s face was slack above him, cheeks flushed with pleasure. His dark hair, normally so neat was mussed and spiky with water.Yonekuni loved him like this with the veneer of civilization removed and Shiro surrendering to his true nature. He kept making soft whimpering sounds and offering his neck to Yonekuni. At the same time, the wolf in him gave as good as he got. Yonekuni was was covered in throbbing bites and scratches, some he could tell were quite deep. In fact it was Shiro’s teeth sinking right into the same spot they had yesterday that pushed Yonekuni over the edge. He jerked and filled Shiro’s hot tight body with his seed.

But he wasn’t done yet.

Yonekuni carried Shiro over to the bed where he kissed his wrists and encircled them in fur-lined cuffs. Shiro was on his hands and knees beneath him, held in place by the golden cuffs snapped to the headboard and Yonekuni’s arm about his waist. Shiro strained to look at his lover, his eyes wide with alarm.

“Yonekuni, surely we’ve done enough?” he gasped, but Yonekuni was parting Shiro’s thighs and reaching between them to fondle his lover’s sensitive balls. He reveled in the wild cry that burst from Shiro’s lips.

“Enough? Never enough,” Yonekuni breathed in Shiro’s ear. His hand curled possessively around his lover’s cock. “Do you think I’ve even begun to reach my limit? I could bring you so much pleasure,” he purred. Yonekuni found Shiro’s entrance and slowly pushed inside.

“Believe me when I tell you, we’ve only just begun….”

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Once Yonekuni was fast asleep Shiro slipped out of bed and pulled out the small journal hidden in his desk drawer. He hated pretending to be asleep but Yonekuni wouldn’t understand his need to reflect, to keep a record of the minutiae of their relationship(1). He’d waited so long for Yonekuni to be his that Shiro was determined to be proactive to ensure the health of their bond. Turning on the desk lamp, Shiro found a clean page and began to write:

It’s very difficult for someone like me to understand a person as complicated as Yonekuni, but just the fact that we are now together reminds me that time and patience always pay off. I think if I keep listening to him and observing his quirks I will come to know him even better. I’m confident that in the months since we’ve become joined he’s revealed himself to me in many ways. Sometimes like today though, he completely throws me for a loop and I’m left to guess what he is trying to tell me. When we got home this evening he was very aggressive… (Shiro lifted his pen and flushed.) I think he was bothered that I was spending time with Ouchou again. Most people would never know this but Yonekuni is very sensitive.

That’s why I’ve decided I must protect him. It’s not easy when one’s lover is as popular as Yonekuni. For the first time since I discovered my true nature, I’m noticing all the Madararui who cluster around him. It seems to be particularly bad this spring. I don’t trust most of them and they all seem to want something from him. Since I began marking him, however, the worst of them seem to have disappeared. It’s become harder and harder to fend them off but I will keep doing my best. The bite on his shoulder was a little deeper than I’d intended but Yonekuni didn’t seem to mind and in the long run it is most effective. I can’t afford to be complacent though and will have to keep thinking of new strategies.

Shiro ended the entry and marked the date at the bottom. He only had one last small preparation to make. He gathered up Yonekuni’s clothes and brought them to the washing machine. When the uniform was washed and dry, Shiro changed into to his wolf form and rubbed himself over every inch of the soft cotton. Folding the clothes, he placed them neatly on the chair in his bedroom so that Yonekuni could easily find them. Then, Shiro turned off the light, and curling his arms around Yonekuni, he went to bed.

End

Extras:
1: This was based on one of the latest Sex Pistols extras translated by the wonderful okaeshi. You can read the interview here.

Tags: angst, drama, non-gw, romance, yonekuni x shiro