Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/610090. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: X_Factor_RPF Relationship: Matt_Cardle/Aiden_Grimshaw Character: Matt_Cardle, Aiden_Grimshaw Stats: Published: 2011-12-26 Words: 924 ****** just another night ****** by orphan_account Summary "Matt/Aiden sex with focus on Matt opening Aiden up with his fingers, maybe he gets Aiden to come just from that" (prompt from the XFactor kink meme) - - - - - On New Year's Eve, Matt has Aiden spread out atop their hotel bed in their shared suite. Aiden's fingers are grasping invisible enemies by the headboard as his back arches. He's beautiful in window light, the light of short bursts of firework explosions in the night sky. They've got time until the clock strikes midnight, which means they've got time for this. Matt is grateful because it means he can make this as slow as he wants (needs), make it languid and unhurried, for the first time since they started having sex, no one shouting or interrupting or trying to steal them apart. Matt runs his finger down Aiden's chest, the flat, naked expanse of his stomach, down to touch his cock, fingers curling around the tip; Aiden gives a little moan, eyes squeezed shut. "Why're you still dressed?" Aiden murmurs when Matt draws a circle down his right thigh and pushes his leg out of the way, up towards his chest, exposing him. "Later," Matt tells him, and leans down, blowing soft air against his cock. "There'll be time for me to undress." Aiden snorts, a little half-laugh, and then moans again when Matt uses his teeth gently, and his lips, taking Aiden's cock in his mouth. Just the once, and then back up and away, leaving Aiden needy, wanting more. Aiden moves his legs wider apart, giving him access. "Want -" he says, and Matt knows what he wants, and he's all too ready to give it to him. They've got slick - and condoms, but won't need those till later, later, when Aiden's come at least once already from just Matt's fingers, looking fucked-out and relaxed and like he wants to die from pleasure but can't just yet because he's waiting for Matt to be inside him, always. Right now, there's only going to be this. Matt watches as Aiden grasps his own leg, pulling it up, and then there's the lovely red flush of his hole underneath Matt's fingertip, quivering when he strokes the pad over it lightly, caressing it. Aiden gasps. Matt smiles and says, "That what you want?" "Yes," Aiden says. "Yes, ple-ase." His voice breaks when Matt uses that moment to push his finger inside, just to the first knuckle, barely any give at all, and Aiden's whole body tenses up, muscles protesting, until they're not. And then he's all give and Matt slips his finger deeper into Aiden's body, listening to him whimper, watching his face scrunch up in concentration. "More?" he asks. He glances back down to the only spot they're connected and it's all he can do to just make it fast again, spread him open with the slick and shove his cock inside - but then Aiden nods frantically, and his eyes are no longer closed. Aiden's watching him, eyes growing bigger when Matt pulls back out - "No..." But Matt just slicks up two fingers and pushes back inside his body, watching the muscle contract around the intrusion, getting used to it. And then he hits Aiden's prostate and Aiden's hands grab his own thighs, clenching so hard he might leave bruises, or at least fingerprints deep in his own flesh. "Do that again," he begs, and Matt complies. Aiden's so hard it has to be hurting, but he's not touching himself, just like they said, coming just from this, Matt fingering him, working in and out slowly, dragging it out until Aiden begs to finish him off. His cock is leaking onto his stomach, a drop of sweat forming on his face. Matt's hard himself, harder than he'd thought he'd get just from this, touching Aiden inside, hot and tight around his fingers, watching as it gets easier and easier to scissor his fingers and pull them out just to fuck them back into Aiden's body to the last knuckle. "You want a kiss?" he asks, and Aiden nods, bends himself in half not letting go of his thigh to make sure Matt's fingers stay where they are. Matt leans over and into him as well, fitting their mouths together. They're kissing, tongue pushing into Aiden's mouth in sync with his fingers working past Aiden's hole, a rhythm he knows Aiden loves, that will drive him crazy soon, maybe in mere minutes. Aiden draws away with a gasp when his air runs out, and Matt finds he's panting himself. He licks a slow path behind Aiden's ear, making him shiver, and then down his neck, feeling Aiden's pulse jump under his tongue, blood rushing. His left hand lands on Aiden's stomach and pushes him back down. Matt licks his lips to pick up the last traces of Aiden's chapstick they smeared while kissing. He imagines he can feel this through the thin skin of Aiden's stomach, his fingers working inside his body, and angles them up, hitting Aiden's prostate hard. Aiden gasps and arches his back again, eyes comically wide, and comes, just like that, just when Matt shoves his fingers inside that little bit further, presses up that much harder. He's flushed and panting and beautiful, absolutely, stunningly breathtaking, and Matt pulls out his fingers, accompanied by Aiden's little yelp of loss. He unzips his pants, shoves them down, and his boxershorts, and then he's climbing to where Aiden's turning around on the bed, greedy and not done by a long shot, knees spread as far as they'll go, and it doesn't take much pushing at all to fit his cock against Aiden's stretched, well-oiled hole, and then inside, Aiden's body accepting him readily. - - - - - Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work! face came to mind. One with black hair and eyes. Ones who's smile never failed to set a fire in his heart. "Yuuri!" Conrad shouted as he came inside the young man's body. The two of them trembled and were clearly exhausted but Conrad pulled away first. He sat at the edge of the bed his head in one hand. He soon got up and started to get dressed. "Whoever that Yuuri person is, you must love him a lot, mister." The youth said from the bed, panting. Looking at him, one could see that the boy was handsome but his eyes were devious and calculating. Not at all like Yuuri's kind eyes. "Is he someone else's? Is that why you were so rough with me, his replacement?" "That's none of your business." He retorted, fixing his clothes. With that, Conrad tossed a couple bills onto the bed and left the brothel. A few other boys tried to get his attention but shame was blinding Conrad to them. It was only when he had gotten outside and walked passed Josak, did his attention wander from his mind. "Your choice tonight was the same age as his highness, wasn't he?" The taller man asked casually. Conrad remained silent. Josak just smiled. "Don't worry. I know why you're doing this. But I don't think this is the right path. Maybe you should just tell his highness how you feel." "Yuuri is my god son, Josak." He responded with his eyes drawn to the ground they walked. "I can't do such a thing to him. Like you said, he has the affections of not only Gunter but of my younger brother. Even if all that wasn't true, Yuuri is still a young boy and he would never share my feelings." "You're only saying that because you haven't tried." Josak argued looking around to see if anyone was listening in. Seeing no one, he continued. "King Yuuri is kind and understanding guy. I'm sure he won't reject you out right." Conrad laughed. It wasn't a ha-ha-thats-funny kind of laugh. It was you-must- be-joking laugh. "Rejection isn't what I'm worried about, my friend. What I'm worried about is that Yuuri will drift away from me." "What do you mean?" "Every one knows that Wolfram loves Yuuri obsessively, even Yuuri himself. Despite his kindness toward him, Yuuri still draws away from Wolfram. I'm not sure about his feelings toward Gunter but I do know that Yuuri isn't interested in men." He explained, his tone rife with finality. The two walked in silence before stopping before their destination. They stood in front of the hotel where their demon king, Yuuri Shibuya, slept. The time for talking about Conrad's feelings were done. He had to return to reality. ***** Chapter 3 ***** "Yuuri!" A male voice shouted early in the morning followed by a swift kick that knocked Yuuri off his bed. After a long fight for freedom, Yuuri, the young demon king, wrestled his way out of the tangle that was once his blanket. Black eyes looked across the bed to a blond blue eyed beauty staring down at him. Wolfram Von Bielefeld looked about Yuuri's age but was considerably older. Because of his demon blond, he and his brothers, save Conrad, didn't age very fast. "Why did you have to kick me out of the bed, Wolfram!" Yuuri shouted back as he stood. Yuuri still wore the high school uniform he always wore. It was a custom there in the demon kingdom, for the king to wear black but all day and every day? It got kinda old at times. "Couldn't you be a bit gentler?" "Don't whine, wimp." The blond boy retorted. Yuuri really hated being called a wimp but it was too early for that kind of argument. "As your fiancée, it is my duty to wake you up. That's what a good wife does." Yuuri suppressed a shudder. Due to a big misunderstanding, Yuuri, still new to demon kingdom customs, accidently proposed to the Wolfram and he would not hear end of it. Even after he said no. "You're the one who's usually lounging around in bed after I wake up." Yuuri mutter to himself as he redresses himself. Wolfram, in his obsession, decided it would be okay to sleep in Yuuri's bed every night despite Yuuri's constant complaining. At this point, however, He no longer cared as long as Wolfram didn't try anything. Before the thought even finished, Heat started to build behind him. Yuuri turned around to see Wolfram holding a fireball in his hands with a furious look on his face. "What was that?" He said with an answer-wrong-and-I-will-kill-you kind of smile. "Nothing, wolfram!" Yuuri insisted. Yuuri had only been hit by those fire balls once and never wished to feel it again. After the blond calmed down, he went n to say. "I came up here, also, to tell you that Conrad came back. I don't know where he went last night but he seems to good spirits." Before Wolfram was even done with the second sentence, Yuuri had already rushed out with Wolfram close behind. Down the halls, passed the maid and a quite flight of stairs later Yuuri was faced with the man who had saved him on many occasions. Conrad Weller. Yuuri's god father and his first friend in the demon kingdom. This was the man who played baseball with Yuuri and risked his life countless times to save him. At that moment, Conrad stood beside his friend, Josak and a couple soldiers. Even from all the way across the hotel, Yuuri could see Conrad smile. With a strangely fast beating heart and a big smile, Yuuri rushed toward the browned haired man. "Conrad!" He called. The man turned to him. ***** Chapter 4 ***** Conrad turned to see king Yuuri running toward him. His smile brightened Conrad's mood instantly. After a long night of… purging, Conrad felt degraded and dirty but to see Yuuri made it better. Despite his exhaustion, Conrad bowed to his king as he drew near. With a neutral, I-wasn't-fantasizing-about-you- last-night kind of smile, Conrad greeted his king. "Good morning, your majesty. Did you sleep well?" Yuuri stopped in front of Conrad and looked up. Conrad felt a twinge of shame. He'd fantasized about this boy and still he looked up at him with such guileless eyes. Such deep dark eyes that haunted his lust filled dreams. Those kind dark eyes. Unlike his surrogate, who had tried to threaten Conrad, Yuuri was pure. All the boys who he had used to replace Yuuri were black hearted. That shouldn't have been surprising but it was heart breaking to see boys His Majesty's age doing such things and acting like loan sharks. Conrad softly snorted. Who was he to talk after all he'd imagined? Yuuri's words brought him back to the present. "Uh, yeah. I slept fine, "He said. "But, Conrad, I was kind of worried." Yuuri looked away for a second, almost as though Yuuri could read his thoughts. After a quick shake of his head, Yuuri turned back to Conrad, concern burning behind his eyes. Conrad flinched, thinking that something had happened while he was out last night. "What happened, your Majesty?" Conrad grabbed hold of Yuuri's shoulders and shook him softly until he looked up again. "Did something happen while I was gone?" "That's just it!" Yuuri cried, surprising Conrad. He hadn't expected that out burst but waited for Yuuri to continue. "I was worried about you, Conrad. For a while now, I found that you would leave in the middle of the night and you wouldn't return until morning or at least very late into the night. Are you doing something dangerous behind my back again?" Conrad's shoulders sagged briefly in relief. Yuuri was just worried about his safety. That was just like him. So kind and trusting. An all around great king. But all that made Conrad feel was uguilt. He could never tell his majesty the truth. About how he lusted after the younger boy. How he called out his name countless times after waking up from the most fantastically hot dreams. Dreams that left him panting for breath and a raging hard on. Not only that but he could never tell his majesty about how he went to male brothels to find boys who looked enough like Yuuri to satisfy Conrad's lust for the night. "Conrad?" Yuuri said. Conrad looked down at his king's face. Such pure and innocent eyes. They looked hurt and scared. Scared for his friend and god father. Conrad couldn't count  how many times he imagined those black eyes filled with other things. Love. Anticipation. Longing. But the thing he wanted to see most was desire. A desire for him. "Conrad!" Yuuri's voice grew fainter as Conrad's vision started to blur. With a fond smile, he remembered the dream he had with Yuuri. Yuuri lay beneath him with the same look of longing Conrad had imagined  in all of his dreams and the young king would reach out to him and beg for Conrad to please him. To love him all night long and Conrad would respond, not with words but with action. The dream could make a fire demon blush. Even now, Conrad was sporting a major hard on as he thought of that dream. "Someone… Conrad… Help!" Yuuri's voice was drawing farther. Not only that, the people who once stood behind and beside him was all around. They looked down at him with concern in their eyes and vanished from his sight. Yuuri was there above him. Not riding him like he had imagined so many times but shouting. Conrad could no longer hear or feel anything but he was so glad to see Yuuri. "Yuuri…" He whispered just before the world turned black. Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!