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10 May 2006 @ 10:37 pm
Well, it worked for one night.. [Completed]  
Character(s): Hitsu, Touga
Content: It was all going well, at least until Hitsu woke up from a nightmare.
Setting: The dorm on the third level now occupied by Hitsu and Touga.
Time: 3:00 AM
Warnings: Blood, mind violence, cursing, shounen-ai (m/m fluffies. JUST LIKE PEEPS!)the obvious angst warning (You knew I was going to put that there, it was obvious. Hitsu has a stick up where the sun don't shine. )

Red oozed down the pale canvas to mix with the greenery below, small droplets seeming to rain down from above in succession with the noises of painful gasps. After every breath followed that of a sickening twist and snap or the slice of delicate flesh upon cold metal. This pattern of pain seemed to go on for ages, never ending, never stopping. He tried to close his eyes to will it away but found that they didn't close - instead they found themselves locked with crimson eyes he knew all too well. Those goddamn sickening eyes. Even though his vision was failing him, he always knew who's eyes those were.

“This is nothing but what your own faults caused, Hitsu.” A soft, almost angelic voice slipped from lips covered in sweet venom. The sickening feeling of his fingers upon his open wounds probably would have caused him to vomit if he had anything left in his stomach. What was more sickening about it is he knew these words were true... “Of course, you were always one to be ignorant, Hitsu-chan~.” The man held out this last syllable, mocking Hitsu before he felt excruciating pain stab through his chest.

The next moment he knew, he found himself in the safety of the bedroom yet nothing seemed comfortable at this point. The images flooded through his head. He almost seemed to choke on the intangible sentences as he was gasping for air. His breathing eventually returned to it's normal state but his mind wouldn't let go of those thoughts. With a sigh, he sat up in the bed - burying his head in his knees.

And after all that crap about being glad to be wanted, maybe even a bit happy for once.. He thought maybe the feelings would have lasted. Allowed him a good night's sleep.

Apparently, fate decided him to deal him a bad card.
Hitsu: Magicabstractedmind on May 16th, 2006 12:51 am (UTC)
It may have not been the wisest move, but the results were possitive. His lips hesitantly returned yet another kiss that was planted upon his lips. He seemed more doubtfuly with this kiss though. More concerned about what he was doing than just enjoying it. Yet his fogged mind hadn't allowed him too much thought, at least not enough to break from the kiss.

Still, the younger one didn't seem ready to commit to much other than the kisses. When the his hand was placed upon Touga's bare chest, he pulled it slightly back - even despite the encouraging petting. While he refused to place his hand on the other's chest completely, he was handling the kisses a bit better. A small sigh escaping his lips as his cheek was stroked gently and more kisses graced his lips.
winter_rosebud on May 16th, 2006 04:51 pm (UTC)
Touga lost track of the time, of everything else as he continued to hold Hitsu close and suck the honeyed breath from his lips. As they continued, the younger boy seemed to get more comfortable, yet it was clear this was all he was willing to do. He wasn't even comfortable resting his hand against Touga's bare skin.

The redhead pressed on with their long, slow series of kisses until he reached the point where he would have to stop or go further. He broke away from Hitsu's mouth and pulled the other boy against his chest, just holding him. Over Hitsu's shoulder, he saw the sky beginning to lighten outside.

The boy in his arms was already more than half asleep, which Touga saw as a good thing in more ways than one. If he was comfortable enough to fall asleep lying against him (again), and with all of the kissing they'd been doing, it just showed he was becoming that much more comfortable with Touga.

Touga stroked the younger boy's hair and reveled in the warmth of the small living body against his, allowing his mind to drift in what passed for sleep for him.