Runawayby Wind Chijmes
"...so now he's moping ALL over the place and looking so depressed and so upset and so sad and so - " "Can it, Bunny-boy." " - and so teary and so ANGUISHED! And he didn't talk to me when I asked! How~can~he! When I'm so cute too..." Maroon eyes narrowed into dangerous slits. "You won't be cute very much longer if you don't leave. NOW." "...You're bullying me..." Spoken in a soft, singsong whine. Souma Kyou spun on his heels, fists clenched by his sides in valiant efforts to stem his homicidal tendencies. He was *so* irritated he was sure he could kill! What was with it that whiny Bunny-boy and his whirlwind moods?! First he came to Kyou all sad and wobbly-eyed, then he gradually warmed up to his griping and now he was just snapping Kyou's nerves. And WHY Kyou of all people?! The Cat of the Souma dynasty hissed as he beheld the practised little-lost-boy look on Momiji's angelic face. Could cats eat everything? Kyou wasn't too sure but he *could* make an exception. Rabbit stew for dinner, a little malevolent voice cackled in his mind. Undeterred and possibly even more indignant, Souma Momiji stamped one foot, brown eyes sparkling with tears beneath his golden bangs. "MEANIE! You ALWAYS bully me! And now you're bullying HARU too!" Wha-at?! Since when did Hatsuharu - who wasn't even there with them - became such an integral part of the conversation?! Kyou threw up his hands in a gesture of sheer exasperation. "Look! Just lemme alone, ok! I'm not dealing with that stupid Cow!" And he wasn't too. His mood had been ever since he opened his eyes from sleep that morning. It was through sheer force of will, and the ever-hopeful and guilelessly radiant smile on Tohru's face that he didn't attack Yuki when the Mouse fell back asleep during breakfast with his head dropping onto *his* shoulder. Then Shigure had suddenly gotten into his ecchi mood and began badgering Kyou about his 'sexy little shirt' and Kyou had nearly torn the house down. Kyou didn't think he was feeling up to dealing with any more dodgy family members. All he wanted to do was to escape to the roof and curl up and sleep. "But...but..." Momiji continued pitifully, hands clasped over his chest. "I don't like seeing Haru like that...it's just a small favour, Kyou..." "Why ME?! Why not that Mouse?!" "But Kyou...Haru is like that BECAUSE he couldn't find Yuki..." Oh. Right. They'd already been through that one. "Why me anyway?!" Cats were stubborn creatures, yes they were. "Haru doesn't want to talk to me or Tohru-kun...who else is there?" Kyou absolutely hated it when the Rabbit-boy got logical with him. "We're family...we should look out for each~other...right, Kyou-kun?" "Don't call me that," Kyou said sullenly. "Haru is in the Haunted room! You're so nice, Kyou~u~u!" The tears were gone, dissipated in the wake of a super-bright grin. As the severely irritated Cat whirled around and stalked off without another word to even confirm if he was going to seek the Cow out, Momiji giggled and beckoned excitedly with one hand to someone hidden just around the wall behind him. Souma Yuki stepped out, dewy violet eyes for once, sharp with relief. Relief at Kyou's grudging acquiescence - or rather, how he was successfully manoeuvred into agreement by the scarily manipulative Momiji. Relief at finally occupying Haru with something so he would stop moping after Yuki. Relief that someone could occupy *Kyou* himself and put an end to his very tiresome bad temper the entire day. "You're just worried for them, aren't you, Yuki-kun?" Momiji chortled merrily as he began dancing on the balls of his little feet. "Says who," Yuki replied brusquely, and for the moment, looking as sullen as Kyou had just now. Momiji's giggling only got worse. "You're all babies!" he crowed and for once, he could actually be right.
Part of him wanted to bolt and escape to the rooftop that he was still thinking longingly of. Yet another part of him had to finish through with the task. He had agreed, plain and simple. He had to keep his word, even if it was really *dragged* out of him. When he finally did reach the godforsaken room, he was panting from exertion, and he knew martial arts, thank you! He felt like he had just ran up a mountain. His mind however, remained clear and already he was thinking up a thousand and one ways to drag that stupid Cow from his pining and back to the world of the living. Then, he would march all the way back home and lock himself in his bedroom for the rest of the day. Maybe if he were in a better mood, he'd drink up ALL the milk in the refrigerator. Mind made up, Kyou stalked up to the door and threw it wide open. The silence made him hang back for a moment, even as his eyes adjusted swiftly. He certainly wasn't afraid of darkness - hell, he could see very *well* in it. And he wasn't afraid of ghosts or anything spectral that the rumours had conjured up. It was just the silence that was...kinda suffocating. The hell. Don't tell him Hatsuharu hid in this *hole* every time he got upset?! The thought of the troublesome Cow brought the temper flaring back through Kyou and he stepped in unceremoniously, eyes scanning the interior. It was a pretty large singular room, lined at the walls by artsy-fartsy stuff abandoned by the drama group in school. Masks leered at him from the walls, each painted in garish colours. There were all sorts of old stage props littering the corners; drapes, huge paintings and life-sized mannequins congested the space, making the room appear to be sectioned into dark, creepy niches although it was really just one large space. He tripped accidentally over something, and instantly found himself face-to-face with a faceless mannequin. He gasped, much too loudly for his own liking. Then he cursed under his breath. Damn that COW for being here! By now his nerves were close to fraying completely, and he wandered deeper into the room, stomping loudly over discarded boxes and swearing when he bumped into things. "OI!" he bellowed into the darkness when he couldn't see the Cow anywhere at all. "You! Where are you?! Come out, dammit!" He didn't even bother calling the Cow by his name. There was no way he wouldn't recognise Kyou's voice and his yelling. Silence replied him. Before he even knew it, he had ended up in the deepest part of the room. Manoeuvring until he could find a space among the clutter, he jammed both hands on his hips. Didn't Momiji say that Hatsuharu was in here?! Ooh, if he found out that Momiji was playing a prank on him, that was the end of the Rabbit-boy for SURE. The Zodiac could just make do with one less member. "Damn IT!" Kyou hollered into the silence. "Get the hell out from wherever you're hiding, HATSUHARU!" He wasn't prepared for the wall to move behind him, but it did. His reflexes allowed him just enough time to turn and realise belatedly that there was a door in the wall. Then the door swung inward without warning and Kyou felt his head clamped by a pair of hands and hauled inside. For a good five seconds, Kyou was completely dazed as his disoriented senses fought to regain his bearings. Finally, the world stopped spinning around him and he slowly understood that he was in a much smaller chamber...and it was probably some hidden loft-like room, lit up by a lonesome skylight which emitted just enough wan sunrays to ease the dimness. Kyou certainly wasn't impressed. If anything, this loft was just as cluttered as the drama room with more stage props. How he ended up there was another matter. Body tensing in automatic defense, Kyou pressed back into the door he had just been yanked through, eyes tracking around him wildly. "Relax." A voice said from somewhere. Finally, Kyou's eyes focused on the extreme end of the chamber where a figure sat with back slumped against the wall. The confusion dissipated from Kyou's mind and was swiftly replaced by irritation again. So, of course it was Hatsuharu who had *assaulted* him. Kyou's maroon gaze narrowed as it focused on the familiar form of the Cow-boy. Hatsuharu was wearing the school uniform, like Kyou himself, yet it looked totally different on him, like it always did. It was probably the way it flared open at the collar to bare a slender neck encircled by strings of chokers and pendants, and the way it cleaved to the lines and curves of the boy's frame as he moved. Except he wasn't moving much now. Knees folded under his chin and head hidden within the circle of his arms, Hatsuharu looked utterly sapped of any will. Well, too bad, and Kyou wasn't fooled. He kept himself tensed at the door, watching Hatsuharu with perhaps over-wariness. Was that Cow in his White mode, or Black, that was the point. It was also actually difficult to decipher which mode Hatsuharu was in, and nobody knew that better than Kyou. That Cow could shift modes without the slightest warning; he could be vocal in his usually quieter White mode, and he could also be silent in his normally manic Black mode. There were just no fast and hard rules when it came to Hatsuharu. "Oi," Kyou barked, crossing his arms before his chest huffily. Better finish this and get it over and done with. *Then* he'd be done with his quota of good-deeds-for-the-week and perhaps everyone would leave him alone. "Get up and let's get outta here." As if silent defiance or just plain denial of Kyou's presence, Hatsuharu only gazed silently aside, deep-brown eyes blank. "Are you even listening?!" Kyou snapped, taking a step forward in his rising annoyance. Why was everyone making things difficult for him? "If you're done with the angst, we can GO." "Why do you even care?" The sudden question startled Kyou a little. He hadn't really expected Hatsuharu to respond verbally. Or at least, not in that quiet, unassuming manner. "I don't," Kyou scoffed. "That idiot Momiji forced me into it. Well, so, are you done?" he prodded. Silence again. Kyou felt like sighing. Whoever thought that he was the best person to snap Hatsuharu out of his depression thought wrong. He didn't understand Hatsuharu. For that matter, he didn't understand *anyone* around him, and sometimes that included himself. But the best part was he didn't get how anyone could be so besotted with that idiot of a Mouse. It was like Hatsuharu couldn't *live* without Yuki being there for him to idolise. And it annoyed Kyou. The idea of depending on someone else was entirely foreign to him. At any rate, he waited for several moments more, obliged to by the unmistakable air of distress vibrating from the Cow. Kyou's patience ended all too soon, however. He didn't fancy a whole afternoon spent in this stupid chamber with a shadow of Hatsuharu! Striding up to the figure huddled against the wall, Kyou glared down at Hatsuharu. "Get up! It's ridiculous to get all weepy like this over that kinda thing!" Deep-brown eyes snapped up to lock onto his gaze so suddenly Kyou nearly jumped. He had never seen Hatsuharu looking so...*cold*, and he wondered briefly if he had went too far. Well, so what if he had?! Someone needed to knock some sense into that Cow, and that was why Momiji even made him come here to do it, right? Someone had to do the dirty job. His nerves were starting to tingle, knowing he was treading dangerously as he always treaded with an unpredictable Hatsuharu. Yet he felt reckless, and uncaring of consequences. "What?" Kyou challenged as he glared even more balefully back at the grim-eyed Hatsuharu. "Hit the nail right on the head, didn't I? Wasting your time on someone who doesn't feel anything for - " He didn't get very far for he glimpsed just a blur of white, blue and black rebounding off the wall, disappearing, and suddenly reappearing right before his eyes. He felt another body charging into him, the sheer force throwing him backwards until he was pinned against the wall. What...the...fuck...?! He wanted to yell, but his voice was choked off. Wind completely knocked out of him, Kyou could only gasp and sputter as his hands scrabbled weakly at the fists clamped around his throat. He...couldn't...couldn't breathe! Wheezing through the steel grip slowly tightening around his neck, Kyou's vision began to spark. Black...and white...and black...streams of the two colours streaking before his eyes...and hot breathing against his face, the sound of his own laboured wheeze reaching his ears. Another voice, Hatsuharu's deep whisper rising above the dull buzz in his mind. "Can't fight me, Kyou?" The hands lifted from his throat and huge tearing breaths of air rushed back into Kyou's lungs as he sagged from the sudden release. His legs might have crumpled but he was held up, propped against the wall by strong hands clamped around his arms. Fogged maroon eyes blinked, before clearing gradually and Kyou glared weakly but angrily at Hatsuharu. "What the..." He said hoarsely, voice grating through his bruised throat. "...fuck was that about?!" The younger boy grinned down at him. It was a disturbing expression on that usually placid face, those boyish features twisted into a sneer, more so under that burst of white-streaked black bangs. Black Haru. Kyou felt a certain surge of weary triumph for having force that out of Hatsuharu...again for the umpteenth time. His semi-creation. Another undignified gasp was forced out of Kyou as he was shoved back harder against the unyielding wall, then Hatsuharu was pressing into him. Heated breath gusted over his ear. "Well, Kyou-kun? Giving up without a fight?" Kyou shut his eyes for a brief second, gathering his scattered thoughts, valiantly ignoring the feel of a lean, hard body grinding into him. Then his eyes flew open and he rocked back into Hatsuharu without warning, throwing all his weight behind one shoulder as he charged. That would throw Hatsuharu off him and he could get the hell outta there and leave that idiot to his ravings. At least, that was what he had planned. Hatsuharu anticipated him. Kyou realised it the moment he moved, his body thrown into Hatsuharu's hold almost neatly as the younger boy absorbed the force. Hard arms clenched his torso in a mocking parody of an embrace and Kyou was spun away from the wall...falling... Again, all the thoughts flew from his mind as his back landed with a loud, painful thump against the wooden flooring. Clutter skittered around them and his head thunked against something hard. Kyou's mouth opened in a silent cry even as his brain was screaming at the ridiculousness of it all. He had never lost so badly to Hatsuharu before! They were always equal at Kyou's very worst! He had never felt more like a rag doll as he did now, thrown to the floor, body still singing with pain, feeling like his bones would be crushed under Hatsuharu's weight as the younger boy sank down into him. The familiar yet unfamiliar face of the younger Souma loomed just above his own, white bangs brushing into Kyou's eyes, tickling his face. Brown eyes that for the better part of life were compassionate and endearing gleamed at him in all unrestrained mania. Laughing at his helplessness. Kyou had the sense to feel the tiniest shred of trepidation at what he had unleashed. Was this even Black Haru? He had never seen Hatsuharu so... "Scared, Kyou?" Laughter twinkled in Kyou's ears. "There's nobody here to hear you...no Tohru, no Momiji...no Yuki...only me. Who's going to rescue you now...hmm?" Kyou did strain against the body anchoring him to the floor, but it barely budged. "I don't need rescuing!" he hissed up at Hatsuharu. If only he could just get a leg free, any limb free, but Hatsuharu had obviously thought of that as Kyou felt the weight of long legs wrapped around his and his own wrists imprisoned in steely fingers. Kyou ground his teeth together to stop himself from howling. He couldn't even begin about how suggestive their positions were and how Hatsuharu's body was pressing into all the most intimate parts of himself! "You're SO going to regret this, you bastard!" Kyou railed at the smirking face above his own. As if he hadn't heard Kyou's latest threat, Hatsuharu eased just a little, just enough to lift his head to stare down at Kyou. "What?! Get the fuck off me, you idiot!" Kyou ranted, unable to move but definitely able to hurl as much verbal abuse as possible. If he had been clearer minded he might have guessed what Hatsuharu was seeing. His own face, tanned skin flushed rosy and damp with sweat, flame-coloured bangs plastered to his face, hanging messily into widened maroon eyes, lips quivering with each shaky breath. But no, he was furious and close to exploding with anger and had not the slightest idea of the flood of appreciation in Hatsuharu's gleaming gaze and the subtle shift in Hatsuharu's body over his own that was certainly not innocent by any measure. "Cute." WHA-AT?! Maroon eyes rounded in almost comical horror at that declaration, before narrowing again with the recollection that Black Haru wasn't just dark in anger, but also in hormones. For the first time since he had been forced into this situation, Kyou wanted to bolt. He was trapped in this tiny room with a sex maniac. Fuck. He couldn't respond even when he saw it coming. Hatsuharu's gaze hazing in unmistakable purpose, his head dipping, breath washing over Kyou's face, then lips crushing over Kyou's slack mouth. It was a desperate, passionate kiss that ate at Kyou with such hunger for an insane moment, he did kiss back, drawn into it unwillingly but unable to resist. He struggled the moment he could think, but his yells were muffled by the brutal pressure of Hatsuharu's lips, and the tongue plunging into his mouth, plundering silky moist folds mercilessly. Kyou was a panting wreck when he could tear himself away. "Fuck, Haru!" he cried hoarsely, lips still burning from the harsh kiss. He struggled again, futilely, so thoroughly pinned. Unbelievably, Hatsuharu was breathing almost normally as he chuckled. "You called me Haru, Kyou-kun..." he lowered his head again, undeterred when an indignant Kyou turned his face away, lips settling on the expanse of neck bared to him. He kissed the sweet-salty skin softly, a delicate motion at total odds to the punishing tonsil-rush that he had subjected Kyou to earlier. And Kyou could feel that difference, if the trembling of his skin meant anything. Feathery kisses turned to nuzzling as Hatsuharu charted a wet trail over a tensed jaw, the sensitive underside of a pointed chin, down a corded throat. Now he used teeth and tongue, biting down without warning, relishing the startled cry from the abused throat, then laving over the hurt skin with tongue until the protests turned to moans. Kyou's shaking intensified beneath him, wrists grating within Hatsuharu's hands, yet his head rolled back, exposing himself even more to the leisurely suckling of Hatsuharu's mouth. The surrender was just temporary, a brief relinquishing of control under the attack of exquisite sensations that Hatsuharu was flooding him with. "Stop...stop it!" Kyou finally shrieked, jerking hard against Hatsuharu. The younger boy was almost heaved off in that sudden move; that momentary shift in weight allowing one of Kyou's knees to slip out, before ramming back into Hatsuharu's stomach. The moment Hatsuharu crumpled to one side, Kyou was up, a snap move from sheer instinct to just escape. He tripped. His mind screamed in disbelief even as he fell again. This couldn't be happening! The painful grip around his ankle confirmed his own mistake; he kicked out, hissing when Hatsuharu blocked easily. They grappled in earnest now, arms and legs flying, flailing against each other. Techniques or even training were just redundant as they wrestled across the narrow space, crashing into discarded boxes and even mannequin parts. Kyou had the briefest realisation of the primal rawness of it all, far more serious than any fight he had ever had with Hatsuharu. He knew he was just fighting blindly, even with nails that he raked through Hatsuharu's shirt, as desperate to escape as Hatsuharu was to contain him. Kyou groaned when a roll ended painfully with his jaw colliding into the ground. He felt the sharp point of a knee against his back, holding him there, then his arms were twisted back and cinched in the same hard hands he had already experienced. Harsh breathing rocked the air between them, Hatsuharu just as strained as him "Kyou...Kyou...you know you want this." Maybe that was what wrung at his insides, reducing him to a state more wretched than had Hatsuharu not said it. He squeezed his eyes shut, sinking his forehead into the wood like he could melt into it. It terrified him that Hatsuharu might be right. Their fighting had intensified in the last few months...he didn't know how or why they did, but they did. More and more physical, to the point his body would actually crave it, the feeling of another body pressed so tightly against his own, struggling for that control that he knew he *could* lost, the thrill of limbs wrapped around his own as he pushed back. Was that why he even baited Hatsuharu the way he did? Just for this game? He couldn't forget the times he and Hatsuharu had separated their battered and entwined limbs, both of them quickly turning away to hide the proof of their arousal between their legs. As if answering his raging thoughts, the heavy pressure of silk-lined steel clamped around his wrists, securing his arms firmly. Shackles?! The hell...shit...The whole situation was just so wrong he almost wanted to laugh at the thought of Momiji sending him on a trivial errand only to have it end up with him shackled at Hatsuharu's mercy. His eyes flew open as he was flipped over onto his back, and he bit back a moan as his weight fell back onto the awkward arch of his bound arms. He couldn't even think of moving his legs; Hatsuharu straddled his thighs, immobilising them. The boy stared down at him, face blank. His chest still heaved with the earlier exertion, white-streaked hair plastered to his forehead and cheeks in wet locks. His neck and chest, bared from Kyou's ripping of his shirt, glistened with the sheen of perspiration. Was he White...or still Black Haru, Kyou found himself wondering rather uselessly. Deep brown eyes caught and held Kyou's own maroon one. The ginger-haired boy could feel his own breath catching in his throat as he read the only one expression in those eyes. Desire. His body responded at once, flares of warmth thrilling through his veins straight to his groin and he had to stifle another groan, which was certainly not of pain this time. Hatsuharu leaned down, his movements smooth, unhurried and graceful as a feline. His arms laid out on either side of Kyou's head, framing the Cat within a circle of golden skin still radiating the heady scent of Hatsuharu mingled with sweat. His face bent to within a hair's breadth of Kyou, their lips almost touching, not quite. "I'm tired..." Hatsuharu spoke softly, breath whispering across the line of Kyou's lips. "Of people running away from me." His hands came up to Kyou's cheeks, holding him in place so he couldn't turn his face, then lips fell over Kyou's, gentle but firm as they pried open reluctant folds, deepening when access was granted. He did nearly recoil in surprise when Kyou actually returned the kiss, tongue darting out shyly to meet its more demanding counterpart. But Kyou was utmostly relieved he didn't. The breathless kisses, each beginning even when the last had yet to end, stopped his mind from thinking. They pulled apart with Hatsuharu giving a last nip on Kyou's swollen bottom lip, before sitting back onto his heels. The older boy rolled his eyes back, not quite able to look Hatsuharu in the eye so he looked at the slanted ceilings, at the scattering of masks still hanging on the wall. His throat worked several times, failing each time when words refused to ensue. But finally he was able to speak. "I..." he managed to grate out. "I don't run away." He heard the hitch of surprise in the other boy's breathing, and his gaze drew down and he was...almost glad he did. There was a kind of dazed surprise on Hatsuharu's face and Kyou wondered a little awkwardly if he had just said something really stupid or really brilliant. But then Hatsuharu broke into a near-smile that made him look kinda pretty and Kyou decided that Hatsuharu looked much more pleasant like than the crazed maniac who put him into these shackles. Right. The shackles. "Oi..." Kyou began, voice returning and glad it sounded stronger now, not that horribly feeble croak of just now. "Get me outta these..." The words died in his throat. He had obviously thought too soon, he realised as he watched with rounded eyes the metamorphosis happening right before him. Hatsuharu's smile-crinkled eyes sharpened as they turned almost black in...what looked horribly like lust...the boy's sweet smile curled at the corners into a wicked smirk and the last thing that sealed the final shift back into Black. Hatsuharu sniggered as he crawled back over Kyou like a stalking panther. "Gotta love stage props," he leered. "You don't know how fucking hot you look tied up like a little toyboy, Kyou-*kun*." Kyou didn't know how he managed to do it but he did, his upper body lancing up from the ground as he glared furiously at Hatsuharu. "How DARE you call me a - hmphh!" He was forced back down by the smirking mouth clamping over his, his angry breaths stolen by Hatsuharu completely plundering the moist dark sanctuary of his own mouth. Kyou still hadn't agreed with this...this situation! His position...nor his participation in the whole twisted game with him bound like a present for Hatsuharu to play with! But all these thoughts were fast fading from his mind and what left behind were the feel of another body cradling him, petting him. And...he was bound, wasn't he? It wasn't really his...fault if he *was* made to play along. The mouth left abruptly, kissing, biting and licking down his neck and Kyou couldn't help the steady moan in his throat as he gave himself mindlessly to that oral assault. Hands were at his waist, the hem of his shirt, tugging it up, before palming his pectorals, fingers pinching at his sensitised nipples. A half-groan half-mewl keened from Kyou as he trembled beneath Hatsuharu, lost to the double ends of rough pleasure. Those fingers twisted at his nipples, rubbing until they were painfully hard nubs, then unexpected sensation as a wet mouth closed over one peak, even wetter tongue circling, teasing it. Yet it wasn't until he vaguely felt a nimble hand unbuttoning his pants before shoving inside that he shrieked, both from the shock and the tightening between his legs as the hand *squeezed* around him. "Feels good, doesn't it?" Hatsuharu chuckled softly down at him, mouth still drawing patterns around Kyou's abused nipples. He couldn't answer even if he tried, and he didn't, instead biting down on his lip as Hatsuharu's hand stroked the stiffening cotton-covered bulge in his pants, rubbing in hard, erratic jerks until Kyou's hips bucked up into the rough fondling. "You're so hard already...naughty kitty." Hatsuharu smirked as he lowered his head to dip his tongue into the pretty navel on the ridged plane of Kyou's waist. He paused his hand, just cradling the trapped length, until he heard Kyou's breathing slowed, and he could even feel himself smiling against Kyou's trembling belly as he plunged his hand beneath the cotton briefs and gripped that heated flesh. Kyou arched like a bow beneath him, whimpers tumbling ceaselessly from reddened lips as Hatsuharu settled into a rhythm that had Kyou writhing deliciously against him. Whatever of a fierce feline Kyou had been he was just a mewling, squirming, flushed kitten now. When Hatsuharu took his hand away, Kyou was still quivering uncontrollably, little cries of frustration rumbling in his throat as he opened heavy-lidded maroon eyes to glare up at him. The younger boy moved quickly, rising back onto his heels as he began stripping Kyou of his pants, briefs too as his fingers hooked over the material and in one swift move, drew the garments off long, tanned legs. Kyou leaned back, face burning at the sudden wash of cool air over his nakedness and he waited for Hatsuharu to do the same to his shirt. When he didn't, he looked down in surprise. And he wished he didn't. Hatsuharu was staring down at him, eyes practically smouldering lust. Kyou had never felt more like a piece of meat as he did now. "I think I'll keep you like this," Hatsuharu said with a slow smile and Kyou's cheeks burned even more fiercely as he realised how he must look with his school shirt bunched up under his arms and the rest of him flaming nude, and how Hatsuharu's dark gaze was focused on the dripping erection that had bounced up against his belly without the constricting briefs. Kyou very nearly lost it when Hatsuharu *licked* his lips. Gnashing his teeth, he turned his face aside, and tried to shift his legs together to somehow retain some modesty. Hatsuharu wouldn't allow that, he should have known, but he still gasped as hands pressed into his thighs, pinning his legs to the floor in that indecently *open* position. "Dammit, Haru!" Kyou snapped as he tried to squirm away from the hungry gaze that roved over him like a hot touch. He should never have let himself get caught in such a vulnerable position! "QUIT looking at me like that!" "Why?" Hatsuharu replied lazily. Then, almost languidly, he lowered his head between Kyou's splayed legs, mouth hovering just above the throbbing length. "Fuck..." Kyou groaned as he tried to thrust up to that inviting mouth and was held down by those hands at his thighs. "Haru..." Hatsuharu's white-and-black head tilted to catch the sound of his name from Kyou's lips. It wasn't often Kyou called him that, it was true. It did deserve a reward, if nothing else. An open-mouthed kiss to the underside of Kyou's pulsing sex and the tanned, smooth body jerked against his mouth. Clucking in disapproval, Hatsuharu leaned his weight harder into Kyou to keep those disobedient hips down, all the while pressing the same wet, fleshy kisses up the rock-hard erection. Beneath him, Kyou was mewling helplessly, eyes drawn impossibly wide as he stared down at what Hatsuharu was doing to him. His cheeks were stained red, and that was Kyou at his sexiest when he was shy. Imprisoning Kyou's gaze in his own, Hatsuharu drew his lips over the leaking tip, then slowly slithered his tongue into the slit to lap at the gathering fluid. Then Kyou was no longer looking at him, his ginger head lolled back on the ground, pants trembling from his open mouth. And Hatsuharu moved down on him so agonisingly slowly, tight suckling heat drawing inch by inch of Kyou's raging erection, pausing every now and then for skilled tongue to trace a ridge here, lash at a sensitive spot there, squirming along burning flesh until Kyou was mewling again, whimpering frantically. Kyou was getting close...he could feel it, and he nearly wanted to sob when that sadistic bastard Hatsuharu slowed the bobbing of his head, staving off the release that Kyou's whole body was screaming for by now, hands clamping down so heavily on his thighs there was no hope for Kyou to thrust up and get more. He knew Hatsuharu was waiting for it, and he'd do it. He called, no, he cried Haru's name, again and again the word fell from his lips, letting just those two syllables do all the begging that he couldn't bring himself to utter. Maybe the other boy understood, and the teasing was gone, the wet heat plunging back down on him, Haru's whole head nestled deep at his crotch. Then the hands were gone, one sliding down to cup his ass and force him deeper into Haru's mouth. And the other...Kyou felt his own arousal reaching fever heights as he watched Haru reaching his free hand to release his own cock, stroking it in time to his sucking as he pleasured them both. A scream wrenching roughly from his throat, Kyou's hips kilted up, thrusting mindlessly, the edge suddenly within his grasp as the burning coil in his gut tightened unbearably, unbearably so. He came so hard and so suddenly it surprised even himself, body snapping into an arc as he poured himself into Haru's waiting mouth, the deep suckling swallowing even harder as it milked the orgasm from him. His mind blanked, probably died as he shuddered uncontrollably in his climax, eyes seeing nothing but sparks that flashed with each twitch of his body. Haru's hands and mouth were still there, releasing him only when the last waves had ebbed from him. He thought he felt the younger boy moving, but it was hard to tell. His body was so numbed and his limbs felt dead. He was turned over, the same hands that had claimed his body so demandingly now almost gentle as they released his bonds, pulling out and straightening his cramped arms. They cleaned him too with something soft, fingers and cloth caressing almost gingerly around his loins. Then he remembered, and the thought made him bolt upright despite his near-comatose state. Kyou wanted to die, really. Either that or someone teach him how to respond in post-coital moments. He gestured vaguely towards Haru, hoping the boy, now obviously in his dazed White Mode, would understand. "I was supposed to get you..." At this, a slow smile lifted the lips of the younger boy. For the moment, Hatsuharu looked like himself. Neither White nor Black, but just Haru. Self-possessed, quirky, dazedly sweet, and utterly idiotic in Kyou's honest opinion. Annoying too, let's not forget that. And blunt, for the next words that came out made Kyou blush to the roots of his hair, if it could even get redder. "Get me *out* of this place, but instead ending up coming *in* my mouth?" Kyou swung a punch that connected with that idiot's head, leaving the younger boy frowning thoughtfully as he rubbed at the sore sport. Apparently however, Kyou hadn't decked him hard enough. "Next time I'll take my pleasure." Hatsuharu continued, voice dropping to a dark whisper. Maroon eyes went very wide as Kyou swung around to stare at Haru. The younger boy's brown gaze was already fixed on him with that intense-dreamy expression that it often held. Kyou wanted to snap something smart-alecky in return, no matter how appropriate it was after a well...oral lesson with Haru. But it was his automatic reflex to be snarky about...it, no matter what 'it' was. It was only the little light in those expressive brown eyes that held his tongue. Was Haru serious? Was this Black or White Haru speaking to him?! Or was it Just Haru? "What do you mean next time?!" Kyou finally growled. Better a lame response than a non-response. Hatsuharu blinked as he got up onto his feet. He glanced down absently at his ripped shirt, shrugged as though it was a daily affair that his school-shirts got ripped by clawing bedmates. "Next time," he murmured cryptically. Kyou knew he probably should let it go. Well, he *had* just let Hatsuharu suck him off, so he didn't get why he was getting philosophical now. It wasn't like himself to push when the other was intent on not yielding. Okay, trying to kick Yuki's ass was an exception. But other people... And what right did Haru have anyway?! Assuming a next time! As far as Kyou was concerned, the present was enough for him to handle. He didn't want to think about what could happen the next day, or even the next hour. It was...scary. And next time sounded the scariest of them all. Next time, maybe everyone would have left and Kyou would be alone with his own foolish hopes for the time that wouldn't come. "I'm not Yuki," he said suddenly, the words spoken without his bidding. No, without his thinking even. The moment the words left his mouth, he felt like shoving his own foot into his mouth. That would make him sound like he was *hoping* for something! Damn! Knowing that he would just make matters worse for himself, Kyou shut up any other defensive declarations that hung at the tip of his tongue. He strode over to the door, threw it open. He would have stepped out, until Hatsuharu spoke again. "I wasn't moping over *Yuki*." ~*~ fin ~*~ |