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So... ah... first time poster here, been lurking since the latest kinkmeme. Thought I'd share with you guys my first ever DC/MK fic.

Title: What Happens in Osaka...
Author:starsandauras
Rating: NC-17. We got full on PWP smut here, folks.
Pairing: HeiHaku
Disclaimer: Gosho? Not me. These characters? Not mine. Money? Don't have any. ^^; Please don't sue.
Author's Notes: Was written originally for hyperchef , who convinced me to share it with you guys.

It was hot in the small room, but then, they were in Osaka; it was almost always hot. Little could be heard but the harsh breathing and near constant moans coming from the occupants of the bed in the corner furthest from the window and its cooling breeze.

The other’s legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, his arms wrapped around his shoulders with fingers digging into the hair so often covered by a cap. Soft, breathy moans escaped from a pale throat as lips breathed quiet words into the skin in between nibbling kisses leading up to a deep kiss as he slowly entered him. He swallowed the other’s loud moan as he remained still, waiting for the one beneath him to adjust.

A growl came from the one with tea colored hair as he arched his back, attempting to entice the other into moving. A soft chuckle sounded from deep in the tanned throat as he nearly pulled out completely, prompting a strained whine from his partner before thrusting back in sharply. He felt the answering moan vibrate deep in his chest, which was flush against the other’s. With a smirk on his lips he set a rhythm designed to drive the one beneath him mad with desire and keep him on the brink of release.

Pale fingers dug into his shoulders as beads of sweat trailed down his face, making his light brown hair stick to his forehead. The Osakan grinned against the other’s neck before flicking his forest green eyes towards the other’s, all but holding his breath waiting for them to open. When they cracked open, the grin grew broader as he took in the thin sliver of golden chestnut iris, glazed over and glassy from passion. The other’s lips quirked up in a smug grin as he tightened his thighs, encouraging him to go faster, the moan that escaped when he did so encouraging him to go deeper.

He did so, feeling control slip away with each thrust, each moan and mewl, each English word that dropped from the other’s lips, too lost in passion to recall a single word of Japanese, and him too lost to recall any English for his responses, just groaning disjointed words to the effect of encouragement. He spiraled up and up, higher and higher, hotter and hotter…

Until a guttural groan sounded beneath him at the same time he bit into the other’s neck in an attempt to muffle his own cry, mind blanking out and descending into darkness…

~~~

…And then ascending into light. Blearily opening his eyes, sitting up and running a hand through sweat-damp hair, Heiji stumbled to the shower, grumbling about stuffy, mothball smelling British detectives, but privately wishing that once, just once, that stuffy, mothball smelling British detective Hakuba would look in his direction with something other than near contempt and superiority in those golden chestnut eyes of his. Perhaps… maybe even something more than friendship?