Title: Seme Precious
By: glo-starz
Pairing: Nick/Greg
Rating: NC17
Summary: Nick knew Greg liked cartoons. But this new stuff was certainly an eye opener . . .
A/N: Ok, so I’m a nerd. I fully admit it.

I’ve discovered a new kind of Japanese Anime called yaoi. I normally read and draw the stuff like ‘Bleach’ and ‘Death Note’ (psychological thriller type stuff), but hey this stuff is interesting.

If you want to know what it is look for yaoi on youtube. But probably best not to do that at work or where any kiddies can see. And believe it or not a kid at school introduced it to me to this form of anime as part of their GCSE art project!!! I won’t be drawing this though. Not talented enough! LOL.

You also might want to look at wikipedia in case I didn’t explain the terms ‘seme’ and ‘uke’ very well.

Nick opened the front door and walked into his living room, breathing a sigh of relief as he did. The day hadn’t been bad as such. Just really, really busy. With Greg having the day off, it meant they were a CSI down. He threw his bag down and frowned. The house was worryingly quiet. He looked over to the couch and was greeted by the sight of Greg, slouched low, muttering. His spiked hair was peeking over the back of the couch and Nick could just make out a book in his right hand. Nick couldn’t see what the book was or where his left hand was. He edged closer and could see that Greg had his earphones in, the new Skull Candy ones he had asked for for his birthday, and the muttering was all in Norwegian.

That’s weird, Nick thought, He only ever does that when . . .

Nick sucked in a breath as he heard a soft, moist sigh come from Greg, following a sharp intake of breath.

when we’re fucking or he’s jerking off. Which, judging by that sound, answers that question.

Nick shifted forward and leaned over the back of the couch, looking into his husband’s lap. The book in his right hand was full of strangely drawn cartoons. Nick’s eyes travelled further down to spot his husband’s left hand wrapped around his erection, slowly stroking up and down and a thumb occasionally rubbing over the tip. This close to him, Nick could hear the occasional moans as Greg worked himself at a slow and teasing pace.

Nick watched Greg carefully, leaning over the back of the couch, his chin nearly on Greg’s shoulder. He could feel his cock swelling and lengthening. Nothing got him going faster than the sight of Greg pleasuring himself. Greg’s jeans had been hastily unbuckled, unbuttoned and opened and, as seemed to happen alarmingly regularly, he had nothing on underneath. As he watched, his husband shifted slightly, letting his hand take a better grasp of its current duties. Nick smiled at the two silver bands on Greg’s ring finger that caught the light as they moved.

Holding his breath, Nick leaned over the couch. Greg failed to notice, as he was so engrossed in what he was reading and stroking. He zoned in on Greg’s cock.

“Yeah Nakahara, that’s what you need to do . . .” Greg moaned out.

Nick had no idea who this Nakahara was or why Greg was telling him what to do, but the sight of him masturbating had made him hard and he wanted to take Greg to their bedroom and fuck him into the mattress. But first, he wanted to get his hand on that magnificent dick. His hand continued to creep forwards and slowly wrapped around its target.

Greg screamed in shock and shot up, his pants landing around his ankles and the book being clasped to his chest. His MP3 player and earphones went flying across the room. He leaned down and pulled his denims up, bunching them in front of his crotch, his cock just pocking out over the top.

“Holy shit, Nicky.” His chest was heaving as he struggled to regain his composure after the shock. “Give a guy a heart attack, why don’t you.”

Nick grinned and growled low in his throat.

“Sorry . . .” he began to circle the sofa, slowly advancing on Greg. “But you know what watching you jerk off does to me.”

Greg blushed and smirked, the book still clutched firmly to his chest and his trousers gripped precariously in front of his crotch. Greg began to shuffle backwards as Nick edged towards him.

“I’m gonna fuck you into the mattress, Sunshine,” Nick said, advancing a bit faster. Greg giggled.

“You gotta catch me first . . .” And took off laughing - well, shuffled off laughing - still gripping his jeans and the book for dear life.

The race was hardly fair. Greg was semi naked and hadn’t even done his trousers up and Nick had been within a couple of feet of him anyway when the race had started. However, Greg continued to stumble around the living room, giggling like a five-year-old girl. Nick, grinning insanely, was close on his heels.

“Eep!”

Greg cried out and the next thing Nick knew, Greg was on the floor. He’d tripped over his pants and landed in a heap on the rug. He rolled onto his back, panting heavily, the book about a foot to his right. Nick seized the opportunity and dived on top of him.

“Now you’re mine!” Nick whispered in his ear. Greg wrapped his arms around Nick and moaned, bringing their faces close together, preparing to let Nick claim his mouth.

Greg’s eyes suddenly shot wide with panic and he tossed his head from side to side. Nick, startled at the sudden change in Greg’s demeanour, let his eyes follow his line of sight and saw the book, face down on the floor. Greg reached out for it but Nick was too quick. He jumped up and grabbed the book, bolting to the sofa with it. Greg struggled up and shuffled over to him.

”Nicky . . .” he whined.

Nick knew that if Greg was trying to hide the book, it was something in the porn area. Not that he often hid porn, but he liked to read or watch it alone the first time, so this was obviously new.

“Please, Nicky . . .”

Nick smirked at Greg, waving the book in his face and watching as Greg’s cheeks flushed red.

“I wanna see what’s got you so embarrassed.”

Embarrassed was not something that was a usual state for him. Greg stood in front of Nick, head down, eyes on the floor and face bright red. Nick flicked the book over and looked at the cover. Only it wasn’t the front cover. It was the back.

“Uh, Greg, why is the front cover at the back?”

“Well, it’s . . . it’s Japanese . . . it’s called . . . manga.”

Nick turned the book over to what should have been the back cover, which was actually the front.

“So, is it always backwards? Do you read it backwards, too?”

“Sort of. It’s right to left, top to bottom . . . can I have it back now? Please?”

Nick read the title.

“Little Butterfly volume three.”

He opened it to the back page, looked carefully at the pictures and read until he was on page three.

“Cartoons, Greg? And not just that, but cartoon gay porn?”

“Well, it’s . . . it’s kinda . . . well . . . it’s yaoi.”

“What’s yaoi?”

Greg sat down beside Nick, doing his trousers up as he did.

“See, that guy there is Atsushi Nakahara, and that’s his boyfriend Yuki Kojima. Only in Japanese, it’s last name first so it would be Nakahara Atsushi and Kojima Yuki. They go to school together and they’re taking the University entrance test. They got together in the first book and this is the third. But it’s just getting to the good part, because . . .”

“Greg!” Nick shouted. “Take a breath and calm down.” Nick ruffled Greg’s hair and Greg swatted his hand away. “So, back up a bit. What’s yaoi?”

“Putting it simply?” Greg looked up into Nick’s eyes and blushed. “It’s . . . well, it’s kinda gay porn Japanese cartoons.”

“Right. And you read a lot of this?”

“Not a lot, just . . . I have my favourites, you know?”

Nick flicked through a few pages and came to an interesting set of images.

“Is he . . . doing what I think he is?”

“Well that depends.” Greg grinned. “What do you think he’s doing?”

It was Nick’s turn to blush.

“Uh . . . jerking off?”

“Then yes, you’d be right.”

Nick continued to flick through the book again and Greg pointed things out to him.

“That one’s Nakahara, and his Mom’s been ill so they haven’t seen each other for a while. They used to kiss and stuff all the time until Kojima got worried about the exams. Only, Nakahara thought he didn’t want him any more. Major misunderstanding.”

Nick shook his head. Only Greg could get his rocks off to cartoons.

“So is the whole book like this?”

Greg took the book from Nick’s hands and flipped to a page nearer the back.

“Not exactly . . .” He handed it back to Nick.

Nick scanned the pages and his mouth dropped open.

“Jesus, Greg!”

“Well, they’re lovers, what do you expect? And . . .” He leant in and whispered into Nick’s ear. “As I recall, you rather like doing it like that.”

Nick was transfixed by the story, and he hated to admit it, but it was definitely affecting a certain part of his anatomy.

“Where did you find out about this?” Nick asked, a plan for Greg’s Christmas present forming in his head.

“At College. Abby used to read it and she lent stuff to me. I kinda got really into it and started buying stuff for myself. She sent this one to me, a late birthday present. It was in the post when I got home. She thought as your uke I would appreciate it.”

“My what?”

“Your uke. And you’re my seme.”

Nick grabbed Greg’s hand and put in on his crotch.

“Well, you’re only partly wrong there . . .” He said as Greg stroked his rock hard dick, giving it a small squeeze. “But what the hell is an uke?”

Greg grinned, stood up and removed his shirt. He walked over to the phone and wrote two words onto the note pad that sat beside it.

“Computer’s in the corner.” He undid his pants again and let them slip to the floor. “How’s about you go look up those words and when you know what they mean . . .” He leant in and placed his lips against Nick’s, letting his tongue sweep out and tease his mouth open before sliding his tongue into Nick’s mouth and letting them duel. Too soon he broke the kiss, leaving Nick hard, panting and desperate for more. “Come find me.”

His stepped out of the trousers that were now in a pool on the floor and stalked off to the bedroom, swinging his hips as he did.

Nick raced over to the computer, switching it on and waiting for it to load.

“Come on, come on, get a move on!”

Nick was hard and horny, desperate to get into the bedroom and join Greg, but he knew if he didn’t find out what Greg wanted him to first there would be no chance of anything happening.

Eventually the computer booted up and once Nick had navigated away from all Greg’s porn pop ups he opened an internet browser. He typed the word uke into it. Wikipedia popped up and he read the article carefully. His mouth dropped.

“Uke. The receiver in a yaoi relationship. Well. If yaoi is gay porn that means . . . Greg would normally be uke. That makes sense.”

He carried on reading.

“Seme. Literally translated as the attacker. The giver in a yaoi relationship.” He pulled a puzzled face. “Not overly sure that’s too flattering. But I get the point.”

Another word near the bottom that he hadn’t heard Greg mention caught Nick’s eye.

“Riba. A couple that is still plausible when the partners switch their seme/uke roles.”

Nick grinned and logged off, an evil plan forming in his head. Time to play Greg at his own game. He came running through to the bedroom, throwing off his clothes as he went. He stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame. Greg looked up at him expectantly.

“Well . . .” Nick grinned. “You heard of Riba, Sunshine?” Greg looked puzzled. “Find out what it means . . .” Nick walked over to the bed and straddled Greg. “And I’ll let you be seme tonight.”

Before he had even finished the sentence, he was flat on his back on the bed and Greg had bolted to the front room . . .