Crave
Chapter One: Takashi
"I crave you…" came the gentle voice in Takashi's ear. The small plea was more than enough; the man above Honey shivered visibly—dark, chocolate eyes meeting Auburn.
Takashi did not really want this—did not want to participate in this act that would prove that physically, Honey's innocence was gone—but he could not, would not refuse. Takashi knew that, had he refused, Honey would have found someone else to satiate his hunger.
You see, Honey had cravings. Cravings to be touched, held, treated in a way that proved that he was not the child most saw him to be. And Honey almost always got his way—like a baby ironically.
But Takashi did not want to baby him—this was unhealthy, he knew. However, the moment Honey had spoken into his ear his body had surrendered itself to his little lover. There was no way Takashi could tell Honey no.
"Mitsukuni," Takashi moaned softly in his deep, melodic voice, and Honey's eyes lit up. The shorter male knew that the taller would not resist him, and the blonde leaned up, slowly, to kiss him. Because of Takashi's height, the dark haired boy would have to meet him halfway—Takashi would have to prove his loyalty.
"Mitsukuni," Takashi said again, softer this time, but with a hint of warning that Honey did not like. In that one word, Takashi had relayed his message: Mitsukuni, you are not in the right place for this! Why are we doing it again? You know I do not agree with this at all—
Before the silent complaint became overwhelming, Honey reached for Takashi's tie and pulled until the dark haired boy's mouth had clamped down on his, tasting like a pinch of sugar and coffee with a hint of tangerines.
After that, doing anything but catering to Honey's whims was impossible.
"Takashi…" the small boy moaned against the taller's lips. Honey was shaking, a dark smile forming on his lips even as his legs began to give way. Takashi had heeded Honey's warning, however, pinning the little boy before him to the wall, hips pressing against Honey's.
To this new position, closer than they had been before, Honey gave a low moan that was almost a growl, kissing Takashi hungrily despite his weak knees and ravaging his servant mouth with his tongue.
It was always Honey who took the next step; always Honey who had to begin removing clothes. Takashi was too scared—had always been scared of doing this—and if Honey left this task to Takashi it would never get done.
"M-Mitsukuni…" it was a moan, yes, but also a plead; the same pleads that Takashi always made.
"Quiet," Honey said darkly, removing Takashi's tie and throwing it to some god-forsaken place.
Takashi flinched as Honey spoke, lips jerking away completely for a moment. Takashi's eyes met Honey's, and Honey swore. Why was Takashi resisting so much this time?
"Takashi, I need you…" Honey said faintly.
"…" Takashi was saying, But…
"Please." Honey tried one last time.
"…" I don't want to…
Honey's eyes narrowed, and he pushed Takashi back, forcefully; Takashi did not bother to try to keep his balance on the bed and he fell, looking up at Honey with eyes that asked him not to go.
Honey ignored this. "Fine," the blonde said coldly, leaving.
I was very happy with how the silent communication between Honey and Takashi came out. I'm also wondering how you all are going to take Honey's attitude...
"I will return, for I am the darkness..."