Title: Valentine's Night

Summary: After Hashiba and Fujimori try to ignite romance between Nanami and Shinichiro, Nanami muses over the lack of romance in his relationship.

Rating: NC-17 (M)

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything that does not belong to me.

Valentine's Night

Nanami let out a breath, the crisp air chilling him. He huddled further into his jacket, his scarf tickling his cheeks. The cold was pressing, but his thoughts even more so.

Nanami's cheeks flushed as he thought about the kids. What they had tried to do was sweet, but impossible. Nanami knew that Shinichiro loved him, but trying to get the teacher to be romantic was like trying to revive a corpse; it took a genius, or a nut case.

Nanami really did not mind that Shinichiro was romantically challenged. Sometimes, though, Nanami wished that he would do something special. Something that was just for him, with no ulterior motives. Usually, when loving moments occurred, Nanami provided the romantic elements. Shinichiro took care of the sex.

Nanami blushed harder. What Shinichiro lacked in romance, he made up for in bed. Nanami had not slept with many people throughout his life, but Shinichiro was by far the most … talented.

Nanami started to climb the stairs to the apartment that he and Shinichiro shared. With each step, his stomach dropped little by little. He was not sure what to expect when he opened the door. Valentine's day had never been big for them, mostly because Shinichiro would end up annoyed and jealous over all the attention Nanami received that day.

Sighing, Nanami opened the door. He bent down, slipping out of his shoes. He stood to hang up his coat and scarf and saw…

Red? Nanami pulled back, blinking until the blurry hue came into focus. They were … roses? Nanami looked up, over the bouquet, and stared at Shinichiro. His expression was as tight as Nanami's was confused.

"Shinichiro?" Nanami asked, blinking at the taller man.

"Well, are you going to take them?" Shinichiro said edgily, looking around. Uncertainly flashed through his blue eyes and Nanami smiled. He reached out, gingerly taking the flowers from a very nervous Shinichiro. He gazed down at them, his bangs falling around his face. Nanami inhaled, the deep scent of the roses filling his nose. A ghost of a smile danced across his lips, and he lifted his head.

"Thank you." He whispered, his voice an octave higher than usual. He was nervous as well. This was as new to him as it was to Shinichiro, but Nanami would try to be calm. It was difficult, though, with his heart dancing around in his chest the way it was.

Shinichiro nodded and turned around. He started walking, idly messing with his sexily unkempt hair. Nanami followed him towards the kitchen.

"They made me start to think." Shinichiro said. He looked at Nanami out of the corners of his eyes. "I heard them talking to you in your office earlier."

Nanami nodded, waiting for Shinichiro to continue.

"I mean, it was hard to hear you say 'Shinichiro would never do this.' It's not that I don't want to do nice things for you. I just … I don't really do romantic things. But, then I thought that maybe you would want me to. And when I thought about it more, I realized that I wanted to. So, I did." Shinichiro sighed. "I'm sorry.”

Nanami could not stop, and he threw himself on Shinichiro, hugging him from behind. Emotions welled as Nanami clung to his lover tightly. Shinichiro had … Nanami did not know what to say, what to think.

"Don't be sorry." He whispered finally, cuddling against him. "And don't be nervous. I love them. I love you."

Shinichiro tensed, then slowly relaxed. He grabbed Nanami's wrists, loosening the grip on him. Her turned around, plucking the roses from Nanami's arms. He sat them on the kitchen counter before he tugged Nanami against his chest, hugging the nurse tightly.

Nanami melted into the embrace, his chest tight. He sniffled once, burying his face into Shinichiro's black shirt. Nanami let out a contented sigh as Shinichiro's scent filled him. It was strong, male. Nanami loved that scent more than any other. It was so wonderful… Nanami bit his lips, but the tears started to flow regardless.

It took a minute before the sound registered to Shinichiro. He blinked, taking Nanami by the shoulders. Gently, he pushed him back.

"Nanami? What is it?"

Nanami shook his head, smiling softly. Shinichiro reached out, tenderly wiping a tear away from Nanami's smooth cheek.

Nanami started to cry in earnest then and pushed back against Shinichiro.

"I just … after everything. All the horrible things I have caused … I still have you. How .. why … I'm…"

Shinichiro's eyes narrowed sadly as he placed a kiss on top of Nanami's head.

"It isn't your fault." He whispered, cradling Nanami gently. "I know that you think-"

Nanami looked up suddenly. Standing up on his toes, he threw his arms around Shinichiro's neck and kissed him.

Shinichiro caught Nanami, supporting him around the waist. Nanami deepened the kiss, moaning into it. Shinichiro's breath caught and his stomach flipped.

Nanami pulled away slowly, and walked to the flowers. Quickly, he put them in a vase with water. He turned, smiling.

"Let's not talk." He murmured, looking down through half lidded eyes. "I don't want to lose this moment, right now."

Shinichiro couldn't argue with that. Crossing the room, Shinichiro drew Nanami into another kiss. This one was different, though. It was fierce and passionate. As Shinichiro's lips skillfully probed his own, Nanami felt his eyelids fluttering and his knees going weak. Shinichiro took full advantage of the situation and lifted Nanami.

Nanami's hips were pressed against Shinichiro's stomach. Nanami wrapped his legs around Shinichiro's hips, helping to hold himself up.

Shinichiro stumbled towards the bedroom. The added burden of Nanami wrapped around him, kissing him deeply, did not hinder Shinichiro in the slightest.

Shinichiro pushed the door of the bedroom open with his foot and walked in. He fell onto the bed over Nanami, holding himself up to keep from crushing his lithe lover.

Nanami wriggled underneath him, his face flushing crimson. He reached out, undoing his own ponytail. Shinichiro smiled, running his fingers through Nanami's chocolate hair. Nanami was so gorgeous.

Shinichiro pushed himself up, sitting back on Nanami's hips. Nanami called out gently as the pressure was put on his growing erection. Shinichiro's lips curled up at the sight of Nanami beneath him, squirming and blushing with desire. It was a vision he adored. He remembered the first night that they had spent together, so many years ago. It had been so gentle. Shinichiro had not made love to Nanami like that since that night. Steeling his face, he was determined to do it again. The roses had been a good start and Shinichiro thought that this would be good as well. He’d show Nanami that even if he wasn’t romantic, he still loved him more than anything else in the world.

Moving off Nanami's hips, Shinichiro slowly slid his lover's shirt off his shoulders. He ran his hands over Nanami's narrow shoulders, then moved to gently trace his collarbone. Shinichiro pulled the shirt away and tossed it onto the floor. Before he did anything else, he helped Nanami strip until he was completely naked.

Nanami lay under Shinichiro's watchful eyes, flushed and slightly confused. This was not normally how their encounters went. Shinichiro was a wicked tease, loving to bring Nanami to the edge and leave him there until he begged for release. This was not like that. Something was different; even Shinichiro's eyes were softer.

Shinichiro brought his lips down and began to worship the body underneath his. He ghosted over Nanami's chest, kissing and licking the nipples until Nanami moaned. There were no bites, no scratches. Every touch was loving, designed specially for Nanami's pleasure. Nanami was arching and gasping as Shinichiro moved lower, kissing down his stomach. Shinichiro did not hesitate as he reached Nanami's penis, and he began to caress it just as tenderly as he had everything else.

Nanami gasped as Shinichiro moved on as he had with the rest, and trailed touches down his thighs. He kept going, all the way to Nanami's toes, and then he started back up again, repeating and re-treating the same skin.

Nanami could hardly think. His body was trembling under the touches, and his heart was close to exploding. They had not been together like this … since their first time. Nanami gasped. Was Shinichiro … did he realize? Was he doing this on purpose?

Nanami let his head fall back onto the mattress, his lips parted slightly as he panted. His breath caught.

"What is it?" Shinichiro asked gently, sucking on Nanami's collarbone.

"The snow…" Nanami whispered back, eyes staring as the beautiful flakes fell from the perfect midnight sky. Perfect…

"I see…" Shinichiro sat, pulling Nanami onto his hips. The nurse looked down at Shinichiro, scarcely able to keep his eyes open. Shinichiro lifted a little, placing a tender kiss on Nanami's lips. It was soft, no imperative pressing or tongue. Just a gentle, I-love-you kiss. Nanami thought he was going to cry.

Nanami felt Shinichiro's penis touching his entrance, and he shifted so that penetration would be easier. Shinichiro leaned against Nanami, his lips firm against Nanami's shoulder.

Nanami arched, moaning out as Shinichiro pushed his pre-cum slicked erection into him. It hurt; it always did. Nanami knew that it always would. Shinichiro shifted his arms, circling them around Nanami's waist. The couple stayed like that for a few moments until Nanami whispered encouragement, letting Shinichiro know that it was all right to start moving.

The pace that Shinichiro set was slow. Long, languid strokes that made Nanami tremble anew. He tightened his arms on Shinichiro's shoulders, moaning out quietly. Hearing that, Shinichiro sped up gradually.

The pace soon turned frantic. Shinichiro started to alter his breathing, concentrating on the sensations from his groin to help him reach the same level as Nanami. He knew that Nanami would not last much longer, with the exhilarating warm-up and his penis trapped in-between their muscled abdomens.

"Shinichiro!" Nanami screamed, fingers digging deeply into his lover's shoulder. He arched again, pressing his chest against Shinichiro's. He gave a shorter, stuttering moan, and came.

Shinichiro was not too far behind. Nanami tightened himself in response to his release and Shinichiro thrust once, twice into that tight hole before he came as well.

Nanami was slumped against Shinichiro, lifting and falling in heavy pants. Shinichiro was more tired than he had been in a long while. Gently, he lifted Nanami off him and laid the beautiful man on the bed. He followed, lying beside Nanami.

Nanami turned immediately, cuddling against Shinichiro.

"I love you." He whispered, kissing Shinichiro's chest.

Shinichiro wrapped an arm around Nanami's shoulders, drawing the smaller man even closer.

"Yeah. I love you too."

End