For Joules, because she's been so patient Lutra.
Night Call "Hi, lover."
"Okami! You prick! It's about time you fucking called!"
"It's only been six hours since I called you last." The bodyguard's deep voice was velvety with amusement.
"Yeah, well, I'm bored."
"I know you are, ju-chan, that's why I make time in my busy day to speak to you so often," Okami half-smiled, hearing the pout in his partner's voice, "even when all the thanks I get is being flayed by an acid tongue."
"It's not flaying I want to do with my tongue." Shinju purred and in a small hotel room several hundred klicks away Okami chuckled, shifting in his seat in an attempt to ease the constriction in the crotch of his leather trousers.
"I miss you too."Okami was working solo on this job. Shinju had been badly injured on their last assignment and while it was a standard clause in the bodyguards' contract that their employer paid for any medical attention needed for injuries received whilst in their employ, there was no stipulation it had to be the best available. Consequently, Shinju, a very bored Shinju, had to spend over a week in hospital while his shattered femur healed - and so far another week off-lined at home recuperating - instead of the single week it would have taken with the latest, most expensive healing drugs. He was completely unimpressed.
"How's it going, anyway?"
"Not bad," Okami shrugged, "no trouble so far and it's been like a mini-bodyguards convention. I've caught up with Wallen and Pike, and Mosaik she says 'hi' by the way." He smirked at his lover's disgruntled sniff.
"Has she tried to jump you yet?"
"Several times," Okami said cheerfully and Shinju growled, a pissed-off sound the tall man was familiar with. He chuckled again. "I keep telling her there's no sex while I'm working."
"Absolutely fucking not!" Shinju had progressed from growling to snarling, "And you better not even consider fucking her once the assignment's over."
"Heh. I like my balls right where they are, thank you. How's your leg?" Okami neatly changed the subject.
"Aches." Shinju said shortly. "The doc thinks it might scar too."
Okami winced silently; his partner took a lot of pride in his unblemished skin.
"We'll get that seen to."
"Wouldn't have to if Fraser hadn't been so fucking stingy!" Shinju snapped.
"What are you wearing?"
"Eh?" the smaller man was thrown out of his impending rant by the question - as Okami had intended. "What am I wearing? Nothing, just got out of the shower."
"Are you still wet?" Okami's voice dropped to a silky murmur.
There was a pause, then:
"A bit damp." Shinju's voice also lowered as he slipped into his role, "My skin's damp. My hair's still soaking though."
"Is your hair loose?"
"Yes, hanging down my back." He giggled throatily. "I better go dry it properly, there's a trail of water dripping down my arse."
"The water would be cold now, wouldn't it? There'd be a trickle of cold water running between your cheeks."
Shinju swallowed.
"Yes."
"Lean forward," Okami urged quietly, "Let the water dribble over your hole and down to your balls."
"No," Shinju drawled, pushing, testing, "I think I'll get a towel "
"Do it."
Okami didn't raise his voice, didn't add any inflection to threat or cajole, it was simply an order. Shinju shivered and complied.
"Done," he whispered into the phone.
"Good." His partner's voice caressed him and Shinju shivered again, swallowing down the fierce longing for Okami that made him tremble and his cock grow hard.
"Where are you?"
"In the lounge room... dripping on the carpet." Shinju added darkly. Okami suppressed his grin.
"Are the curtains open?"
"No." 'ju sounded puzzled.
"Open them."
Okami heard the intake of breath, heard the protest quiver on his lover's tongue. There was a high-rise block of flats directly opposite theirs; this time of night a lot of the residents would be home, they would be able to see directly into the flat. Shinju could be a little show-pony at times but he was vehemently not an exhibitionist. The silence stretched and Okami was about to speak, negate his order and stop the game when he heard the shirring of curtain rings being pulled along the old-fashioned curtain rail. A question pricked at Okami; had Shinju actually opened the curtains? Or had he only made it sound like he had? No, he knew his partner very well, Shinju enjoyed these games as much as he did, he'd do as he was told.
"Done." It was surly. "Happy now? I'm standing here bollocks-naked in full view "
"Good. Turn the lights of." Okami cut him off, listening in amused silence to the sotto voce grumbling as Shinju he assumed did as he'd been asked.
"Done. Now what, oh my master?" 'ju's sarcasm was a veneer, Okami could hear the anticipation trembling beneath.
"Now I want you to sit on the armchair, the one that looks out the window. I want you to hook your legs over the armrests so you're completely open and then I want you to close your eyes and think of me."
"Done," no smart-arse comments this time, Okami smirked with satisfaction, just a low, breathy murmur.
"Good... good boy." Okami waited for his elfin lover's reaction. Shinju was uke only with him and he could be very snippy about it. No one else in the world would get away with calling 'ju 'boy' and Okami could do it only in very, very specific circumstances.
There was a pause - where the tall man could vividly imagine the narrow-eyed look on his lover's face - then Shinju sighed softly.
"What do you want me to do now?"
Okami slowly let out his breath even as he relished the surge of fierce, possessive arousal shooting up from deep in his belly there was no doubt he loved it when Shinju willingly played submissive.
"Now... touch your face gently - imagine it's my hand." Okami's eyes glittered as Shinju sighed again, a deep sound full of longing. "Now your throat. Stroke your throat the way I do, with your fingertips, from the tip of your chin slowly down to that little dip at the base."
"'kami..." Shinju's breath hitched, he had a very sensitive throat Okami knew.
"Again, 'ju-chan, do it again, lighter this time, tease yourself."
"I'd rather it was you."
"Next best thing, lover: imagine it's me." Okami's voice dropped further still, "What would I do next?"
"You you'd kiss me, down the side of my neck "
"Yes, and then?"
"And then you'd kiss and lick down my chest, to my nipples, and then you'd play with them, nipping and sucking..."
Okami grinned, his dark eyes very bright as he imagined 'ju touching himself as he spoke, imagined the smaller man's slender hand and long fingers stroking over the smooth skin of his neck and chest, could almost see his lover's head tilting back as he pinched and rubbed his nipples into small, hard peaks. Dammit he'd kill for a video link right now!
"Now what would I do?" Okami's voice was a husky purr.
"And now, you teasing bastard " Shinju all but whimpered, his arousal plainly, thrillingly evident to Okami, "- now I'm all hot and hard you'd take your fucking time getting down there -"
"How 'hot and hard'?" Okami demanded tightly, rubbing his palm over the solid heat at his own groin.
Shinju moaned, his breath coming faster.
"So fucking turned on it'd only take a few strokes "
"Get your hand off your cock, 'ju!" Okami growled; the tremor in his partner's voice told him exactly what he was doing and it was unbearably arousing.
"... please... so close "
"No!" Okami barked, "Not until I say so."
"Bastard!" said feelingly through gritted teeth.
"You love it when I order you around," he rumbled smugly. "Now, are you listening, 'ju?" Okami smirked; he knew he had his partner's full attention because the dark muttering stopped abruptly. "I want you to " he faltered as a delicious thought snuck in. What was that he'd been thinking earlier about a video-link?
"You want me to what? 'kami?"
"I want you " Okami said slowly, " to get the full-length mirror out of the bedroom, put it next to the computer then plug your optics in and get online."
There was a mystified silence.
"Why? ... Oh!" Shinju breath hitched again as he realised what his partner had in mind. "The ambient light's not very good," he said doubtfully, "I'll have to crank up the sensitivity and that'll reduce the resolution..."
"Close the curtains and put the light back on," Okami growled, "I don't want anyone else watching you."
Stomach churning with dark expectation, Okami fumblingly got out his slim-line portable computer, opening it up and positioned it on the cheap, crappy table the hotel provided, pulling the room's single chair around to comfortably face the small but high-definition monitor. He got online via the hotel's phone line and headed straight to a secure area of the net where he and his partner had a discrete 'office', a place where they transacted business from, kept coded back-ups of files and ... where Shinju could, and did, download images and continuous feed from his cyber-optic camera.
"How you doing, 'ju?" Okami said tersely into his phone wincing inwardly at how much this was going to cost. Hotels charged like wounded bulls for the use of their internet feeds with some creative accounting he might be able to wrangle this through on expenses though...
"Hooked up... logging on now..."
Okami let out a shuddering breath, all paltry thoughts of filthy lucre disappearing as an image of Shinju appeared on the screen; a naked and very obviously aroused Shinju looking directly out at him.
"Hi, lover," Okami whispered, grinning like an idiot. Shinju was watching himself in the mirror and transmitting the images to their web-site the beauty of this was that he had to keep looking at the mirror or lose the picture, had to keep his eyes open.
"You can see me, okay?"
"Oh yeah." Okami breathed, "Fuck you look good."
"I wish you were here," Shinju smouldered out of the screen at him. "Can I touch myself now?"
"Not yet." Okami smirked at 'ju's pout, "sit down, the same way as before."
It took a little effort, the seat of the leather covered computer chair wasn't quite as deep, the arms not quite as broad. The image swung about wildly while Shinju got himself in position, but soon enough the smaller man's gaze settled back on his image in the mirror. To get vaguely comfortable Shinju had had to tilt his pelvis up considerably more than would've been necessary in the arm-chair. But that was fine from Okami's point of view because now he had a clear view of Shinju's groin open and vulnerable in front of him, including the tempting little puckered knot of muscle several inches below his straining erection. Okami's gaze roved freely over his partner's lissom, almost hairless body.
"Beautiful," Okami murmured reverently.
"But not comfortable," Shinju said pointedly, still holding the phone to his ear with one hand, "can we get on with this?"
"Just shut up and let me feast my eyes, I haven't seen you for days..."
Shinju smirked.
"Oh c'mon, 'kami," he said huskily, palm smoothing over skin as his hand inched down over his taut stomach, "I know you want to see me come."
"When I'm ready." Okami snapped and 'ju's hand froze. He pouted and Okami almost relented. "Don't worry, lover, it won't be long."
"Please," Shinju's eyes were very big and beseeching, "Please, Okami."
Okami wasn't a total bastard and tempted as he was to make his sharp-tongued little partner wait, he couldn't ignore such a heart-felt plea.
"All right you can touch yourself wait!" he ordered as Shinju's hand wrapped around his penis. "Not like that."
"How?" He could hear Shinju's panting breaths on the phone, see his chest rising and falling shallowly on the screen, the high spots of colour on his cheeks, the wisps of soft black hair tumbling around his shoulders and across his delicate face.
"I want you to fuck yourself for me."
'ju's eyes glittered and he smirked wickedly.
"Finally," he muttered and lifted his hand to his mouth, making a show of sucking a long index finger, sliding it suggestively in and out of his sensuous mouth.
Okami knew, logically, that Shinju couldn't be looking directly at him the video feed only went one way but he could swear his slight lover was locking eyes with him, holding his fascinated and aroused gaze as he reached around behind himself and curled his hand around his buttocks. Okami licked his lips as Shinju canted his hips slightly for easier access and teased his fingertip around the entrance to his body.
"Do it." Okami whispered hoarsely, shivering in unwitting empathy with his partner when Shinju slowly pushed his finger in past the ring of tight muscle.
The screen went blank.
"Open your eyes, 'ju!" Okami ordered, "Or I won't be able to see you."
Shinju reappeared on the screen, flushed and bright-eyed, lips parted as his finger disappeared up to his palm.
"Got a good mind... to.. not let... you see... anyway," Shinju's breath was rasping through the phone's earpiece, his words punctuated by small groaning gasps with each deep, sharp thrust of his finger, "... bastard... prick..."
Okami saw the glisten of pre-cum at the tip of Shinju's penis and wanted nothing more than to be there and lick it off. He could almost taste it...
"Please let me come, 'kami," Shinju whimpered helplessly. The seme watched his lover hungrily for long seconds, drinking in the sight of Shinju's lithe body trembling and flushed, in thrall to his lust, in thrall to him.
The seme relented at last.
"Okay."
Shinju moaned, the phone clattering to the floor as the hand that had been holding it darted for his quivering cock.
"Keep your eyes open!" Okami yelled, not at all hopeful that Shinju would either hear him or want to comply.
"'kami!" Shinju gasped out as he climaxed a few seconds later sounding oddly muffled being out of range of the phone. Amazingly, Shinju managed to mostly keep his eyes open, staring fixedly at the screen and biting his lip as he convulsed in the chair, his semen splashing thickly over his stomach and chest.
When he could bear to move again he gingerly slipped his finger out of his body and panting, slumped back to smirk with weary smugness at his partner from the screen.
"Happy now?" Okami distantly heard him drawl.
"Not entirely," the big bodyguard murmured, sparing a glance for his own throbbing cock, then more loudly he said: "Pick up the phone, 'ju!"
Shinju blinked lazily then the picture on the screen tracked around and to the side while he hunted for his phone.
"So..." Shinju's image came back into focus as he sprawled bonelessy in the chair and smirked again into the mirror.
"So..." Okami echoed with a smile.
"What about you?" Shinju yawned and stretched, "Did you get off?"
"Not yet."
"What?!" the smaller man was affronted. "Wasn't I sexy enough?!"
"Yes, of course you were, lover," Okami chortled, "If I'd touched myself it would've got very messy... but I'm working."
"Oh." Shinju's face fell; then he leered slyly. "Well I had fun."
Okami burst out laughing, the rich, warm sound making Shinju grin. The smaller man leant forwards in the chair, bringing himself closer to the mirror and consequently filling Okami's computer screen with a close up of his face.
"I miss you, 'kami," he murmured, large, angled eyes gleaming, "and when you get home I'll make sure you get off before you're three steps past the door."
Okami flushed hot at the image of an eager, enthusiastic Shinju on his knees in front of him, of being sucked into his partner's gifted mouth.
"I'll um I'll look forward to that."
"Are you blushing? You are, aren't you?" Shinju crowed. He lifted a hand to stroke gently down his reflected cheek. "Damn I wish I was there to see it."
Okami watched Shinju's fingertips caress the smooth surface, almost able to feel the touch on his own skin.
"I'll be home soon, 'ju,"
"I hope so," Shinju flung himself back in the chair with a pout, "I'm so bored!"
"Get some sleep, lover," Okami chuckled, "I'll call you soon."
"You'd better," 'ju smirked evilly and stroked his lax penis, curling his hips languidly back and forth as he slowly aroused himself again, seeming to look directly into his partner's eyes. "I'll be thinking of you while I'm in bed."
Okami licked his lips.
"Oh good." The tall man cleared his throat. "I gotta go, I'm doing another shift soon."
"'k," Shinju smiled. "Look after yourself - come back to me in one piece." He sniggered. "Have a good wank before you go to sleep."
"Oh, I will," Okami assured him smugly, "I've got everything you just transmitted locked up nice and safe."
Shinju's eyes narrowed.
"I better not stumble across any pics of myself floating about on some seedy porn site."
"Oh no," Okami purred, "this is all mine."
"Good." His partner frowned severely, then broke into a soft smile. "I'll talk to you soon, 'kami I love you." And he closed both the net and phone connection before Okami could react to the seldom spoken endearment.
"Love you too, Shinju," Okami whispered to the blank screen before shutting off the computer, gathering his thoughts and willing his erection away before he had to go back to work...
© 2003 June 24th Lutra
This is the pic that inspired it all. It's actually a Benten/Sengoku (CyberCity Odeo) piece of fanart from this Russian site, but I looked at it and immediately thought of my favourite pair of bodyguards. Which immediately raised the question of why they were apart...
(Note from Joules - I don't like using other people's bandwidth, but it was either that or pinch the pic and post it here, and I like that idea even less The pics are slow to load but worth it - there's a wonderful assortment here from a number of different anime, including Gravitation, Gundam Wing, Fruits Basket and Yu Yu Hakusho, plus a fine selection of original work.)
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