Title: To Grow - KeixKiriyu
Author: Lara Manic
Pairings: KeixKiriyu
Rs//Ws: R, slight angst and sex. ;D
Setting: Modern-day Japan, Yakuza-themed.
Disclaimer: I own storyline and any original characters mentioned.
Synopsis: I loved it, wanted it, needed it.

I watched him grow for years, he became a man and I learned from him even as I grew into my own person, despite living under false pretenses. I had four years under the force, before I was assigned to go undercover, that mission taking much longer than me or my superiors thought. Five years I was in the Yakuza, I ended up under Kiriyu's command and to tell the truth, I'm not even sure how it happened, but one night we found ourselves in bed together and sometimes it felt like we never got out of it. I don't regret any of it, not one bit of it, in fact I miss it, my only regret was disappearing without a word of good-bye to him.

I went back to the force and over the course of a year I told everything I knew, and after that I was given a desk job and put on probation until they were sure I was fit to return to field duty. Figures I couldn't stay away from that lifestyle for long... I met Saki and we had some good years together until we drifted apart when I was fully reinstated as a field agent just in the last year. I still get random phone calls from him on my private line, so I guess I have him to thank for that odd twist of fate in the Sony building when he sent me to buy a cell phone. It made sense because we both knew I'd be in deep shit should he keep calling me at work. But I seriously didn't expect to run into the one person who made my heart first skip a beat.

You were older, wiser, more tattoos, hair growing out. You looked amazing, but it was you who spoke first, uttered that old name I once used, that I'd never correct you on because I didn't want to taint your memories. I really should thank Saki for forcing me to get a phone, even though I never bought one. We went out, we caught up a bit, and I didn't want to go home, a bit afraid I might never see you again. So I made that offer you just couldn't refuse and then we were out of the ramen joint so fast, it was a blur in my vision.

It was almost as if we picked up where we left off when you slammed me into that damned wall. It's been a few months now since then, and now we meet as much as we can, secret trysts, at my place or at obscure hotels when we get too impatient. This time we'd managed to get to my apartment without ripping clothes (one time you ripped my shirt, remember?), but once my door was shut and locked, I shoved you on the nearest wall, stealing your breathe with my mouth on yours.

Hands were everywhere, mine under your shirt, yours in my hair. God that mouth of yours was so hot, I could kiss you like this all night. I wanted those lips on me, fuck it was like fire. I loved it, wanted it, needed it. We were pressed so tightly, it felt like we were trying to mold into each other, the only sound was our quick breaths between lips crushing together. Then it was shoes kicked off, shirts dropping to the floor, belts tossed, stumbling because we were too wrapped up in each other.

You hit my couch and yelped when we fell backwards over the armrest, I landed on you in just the right way our clothed arousals ground together painfully. You gasped, I moaned, you squirmed, I did it again, harder, forcing a moan out of you, loving the way your skin felt against my own. You pulled me back up to kiss again, so fiery, hands felt smooth skin, scent of musk and hot flesh. You tasted so damned good, like those damned cigarettes I hated. You know that's a lie though, I only smoked them because they tasted like you, reminded me of you, made me fucking want you so bad.

They say distance makes the heart grow fonder, I say we're just making up for lost time. And I am lost in you, tasting you, wanting to bury myself in you so far that I am one with you. I hadn't felt this kind of passion in so long, I felt alive as we kissed, lips molding and tongues dancing.

I was thanking god that I wore loose jeans, groaning as you pushed them off my hips and I tugged off yours, and I pressed against you, wanting to feel the heat of your body clashing with mine, even as we rolled off the couch and hit the floor, we never broke apart.

"Kei...don't...make me wait..." You moaned between kisses and started stroking you to full arousal.

"Never again..." I whispered against your lips before I kiss you again and again.

I didn't want to wait, you didn't want to wait, and I was so aching hard, I needed to be in you. Pushing your legs apart, locking my eyes with yours, I held myself over you and pushed into you as slowly as I could, hearing you groan, seeing the discomfort on your face. I kissed down your neck, sucked on your skin until it was blooming red as I sunk into you, feeling intense heat engulfing me like fire. I couldn't hold back the moan even before I started moving, entering you at a building pace, gaining a rhythm as your hips met mine and your hands were in my hair again and damn it all, it just felt too fucking good. Your legs wrapped around my waist and you took me deeper, and I thrust faster, and all the resounded in the room was our rising voices, all I wanted to hear was your voice. It was all I ever needed to hear.

It was a simultaneous release that was mind-crushing, it was amazing, I watched you writhe beneath me as I came inside you, marking you how only I could, because I don't think I'd ever let anyone touch you like this again. It hadn't even been that long since we'd found each other and already I'm feeling possessive over you. Our bodies were sticky with your release and my own was dripping from you when I pulled out and collapsed on you, wrapping my arms around you tightly and never wanting to let go.

We couldn't speak, we didn't need words, we couldn't breathe, but that was okay, everything was okay now. I had you, you had me, and fuck what they said; I fucking wanted you bad so much it hurt. I hope you want me too.