Pairing: CrawfordxKen, an AU side story so Crawford is almost the same age as Ken, only Crawford's older one year.
Warning: It's YAOI and SAPPY also contain DEATH (well not death perhaps just a coma) rated for R and it's one of my lousy works so please bear with it ^____^
Genre: Poem-fic
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It was almost late in night. The sky was dark. The moon was shielded behind the grey-black clouds. No star was evident at that time. It was simply a pitch black only lit by the streetlamps and occasionally passing cars' lamps. The chill breeze of autumn was blowing outside, sending shivers down to everyone who was outside.
But none of this bothered Ken who was sitting on the floor before a small desks where all his school works piled up. A small lamp illuminated the dark room, giving enough light for the boy to see the works and worked at it without annoyance. The room was silent saved for the hum of the heater and the occasionally ripped paper or faintly heard sound as the pencil scribbled something onto the blank paper.
He was now working over his math homework which he hated it so very very much as he despised that subject. He frowned over a problem he had worked for almost---- He glanced up from his paper to the clock hung on the wall. He barely saw the pointer but he assumed that it was eleven past fifteen already. He sighed and turned his head to his right where his gaze landed on a certain door in this shared apartment. It was Crawford's room's door. His once clam face was disturbed and he looked sad. But then he chose to ignore it and started to work on his math's problem again.
If only that bald teacher doesn't ask for tomorrow……… He wished in his heart. He knew for hours now that he was just fooling himself on those problems because apparently his mind was not there but it was wandering around, to be exact it wandered around his lov---no his friend, his roommate--- Ken shook his head.
No, we are not a couple, he only seek me for his lust…………
It was bitter he knew. Heck, he had known it from the beginning this relation started. He knew that the other boy didn't have any feeling toward him while he, Ken, on the other hand he felt love toward this arrogant, moody, rude, straightforward boy and what worse was that his love was growing constantly until now, until he felt like his heart was going to burst at any moment.
Of course the other boy knew it as he had confessed it to him or more likely that the other boy asked him and like always, Ken could never lie in front of him, not only because he feared his anger if he caught for lying through his teeth but his heart would not allow him too. There was something in those gaze that was penetrating so deep into his soul that he felt he could never lie in front of him under those piercing eyes. But even though the other boy knew it, and had had the answer, he never talked about it and never said anything about it. Being Ken, he also never lifted that topic again, though he desperately needed an answer, whether it was good or not…at least it gave him some certainty. But who knew what Crawford was thinking? Even so up until this second he still loved that boy though he never said it.
Ken felt the headache would soon appear and he had only worked 10 problems out of those 25 numbered problems. He put down his pencil and gently rubbed his temple over the now annoying headache. In his heart he sighed Still have more than half to go………
Soon after the headache soothed a little bit, he took his pencil and worked over the problems again. He tried to concentrate hard this time. Soon the faint sound of pencil scribbling on papers was heard again.
Crawford, somehow returned to home along with Ken today. It was a very rare occasion that both of them walked just like a normal roommate back to his apartment as Crawford always came back later then Ken because he needed to hang with his gang first, while Ken who had nothing to do after school only went straight back home after finishing any chores he had in the school. But today, Ken got his turn and he had to clean the class up first. He thought that Crawford, like usually had already went with his gang but surprisingly when he walked to the main gate, he saw Crawford was there standing with his back to him on the main gate. Alone, not with any fan-girls nor with his gang nor anybody. Only him alone.
Seeing this, Ken's heart eloped almost to the seventh heaven but still he had to suppress his joy because he knew Crawford was a very moody person and sometimes he didn't like happy people. So Ken walked over him like usual and just asked him politely with his usual tone but a little softer. Crawford however offered him no verbal words only stared to him and began to walk. Ken followed him from behind and soon he walked side by side with him. Not that they were close or anything but it was the first time they had ever walked like this.
Ken in his head had wondered what he had dreamt last night for deserving this kind of opportunity but he liked it, no craved for it so much and he treasured the time they walked together like this among all the crowds but Ken only saw him, only felt him. He was oblivious to his surrounding as what mattered for him was only beside him. But like usual no conversation spoken between them only a nice understanding silence though they were covered with lots of noise.
But this kind of joy didn't last too long. As soon as they got home, Crawford went straight to his room and locked himself up. He even didn't answer Ken's call. Ken had tried some tactics to made him out but none of them were succeeded. Ken tried to call him for dinner but Crawford only told him that he was not hungry. This one simply answer had washed all the worries inside Ken's heart because he knew at least his lov---friend was still alive and breathing back there. And it was enough for Ken, one who never questioned much further and only took what was given out for him.
The clock kept ticking and once Ken had finished down to his fifteenth, the clock was already showing twelve to ten already. Ken put his head down onto the table as he sighed. He was tired, both because of Crawford's worrying attitudes and these unholy questions. He kept his hands fell onto his side while he leaned his right temple down onto the table. He closed his eyes and fatigue soon attacked him. Making him numb not only physically but also mentally. Ken missed the faint sound of the opened door from the right room's door. He also missed the silent steps of Crawford.
Crawford peered from his door's slit and he looked upon his angel who sat there lit only by a dim lamp, frowning over some homework problems that he was sure that it was math's. He did know a lot of his love but never had he let his angel to know the deep darkness lurking on his own soul. He even tried to shove him off from his life but it was impossible for him not to think about those face, those beautiful feminine yet still held some levels of masculinity face and not to mention about those exquisite lips that tasted better from any other wine and those deeply luring brown eyes.
Crawford closed his door ever so quietly and leaned on the door. He closed his eyes and let the grief sank down to him. He wanted to cry right there at that moment but he just simply could not. Not because of his pride nor because some promise, it was simply because he had no tears left to shed. He had cried for days back then when he was a child when his mother and his father cursed him and threw him away, from there, he knew that his tears were worthless and he since then he decided to dry his tears away so that in the future he would never ever cry again.
But then after the letter came yesterday which told about his foster father's death, he really wanted to cry and a sudden longing of tears started to awake inside his soul. But again, no matter how hard his heart wanted to cry, his eyes were simply dry. This only left him felt almost like bleeding inside and it was incurable.
Crawford sighed then once again he opened the door and carefully looked to his angel who was tired and slumped on the table.
Tsk, never one who take care of yourself eh? And there you are always scolding me for not taking care of myself…..
Crawford let a rare sincere small smile crept upon his face as he walked out from his coffin, approaching his sleeping angel. He snuck up carefully, not intending to wake up his beautiful angel. He was already kneeling beside his lover but Ken didn't realize him. His kept were kept close and his breathing was even. Crawford however was transfixed over such simple display of Ken. His whole posture radiated innocence that Crawford vowed to himself that he would protect it no matter what would cost him to. He carefully slided his hands to Ken's back but Ken felt him and seconds later he met with those deep alluring brown orbs that could make him lightheaded.
"Craw---" Never had Ken have a chance to finish his word as he saw Crawford gestured him to keep his mouth shut. Ken complied and only stared to him, into those black obsidian jewels. Both of them only stared into each other's eyes. Words and words had passed between them in those silent gesture, each of them understood one another too well in this usual silent conversation. A spark of desire awoke deep inside Crawford's heart and he felt a strong urge to kiss the boy out from his breathe, to be able to see him panting and blushing. And so he did, pouring all his messages and his feelings onto the kiss…
Let us talk like usual,
talk about anything,
not about love...
The kiss deepened and their body adjusted themselves out of habit, as if each of them was pieces of puzzle that fitted to one another. Crawford nibbled on the soft velvety lips underneath his making Ken voiced out some odd noise a cross between yelp and a moan. He thrust his tongue to invaded the sweet hot cavity across him not even waiting for any cue, just thrusting out. Ken on the other hand felt the coming of this and let the tongue invaded him, letting the black haired man to explore him as if he wanted to map the whole area of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side so that Crawford could get a better angle and ravished his mouth oh so sweetly. From the kiss itself, Ken knew Crawford's feeling, he knew that Crawford needed him right now and if only he could, he really wished to help him somehow to soothe the confusion and the fear he had tasted on the kiss. Oh how much he wished…
But about our hope...
About those which are not our dreams...
Or about you...you the closest one to me,
or about me...who is far far away from you
Soon the math was abandoned as well as their clothes. Both naked flesh met together and both were sweat slickened. Crawford was straddling the slender body of Ken. Both of their lips were still locked in a deep soul-searing passionate kiss while it was also effectively sealing any loud moans/whimpers of Ken as Crawford stroke his erection so teasefully. He varied his stroke from fast to slow and from hard to soft. This ministration had made Ken's head clouded by passion and he was desperately needed his release only it was still not granted by Crawford, the one who had the key to do it. Ken's both hands were pinned helplessly under Crawford's strong vice grip so he really could not do much except to writhe beneath Crawford's mercy. Even his hip movement was stilled by Crawford's knees that were bent beside it. Ken was reduced to a creature who could only feel the pleasure so close yet too far to be reached. He only moaned out his despair.
Crawford let his kiss lingered for a moment then he trailed down to Ken's neck and sucked it hard, leaving a vivid mark on it. He even bit down on those soft skin, letting the coppery liquid spilled up and like a thirst he drowned it. It tasted heavenly and sweeter than any god/goddess' ambrosia. He was already addicted from the first drop and he wished for more. Ken, meanwhile only let out a small yelp of pain then soon he moaned/whimpered already.
He then kissed down to Ken's nipple, licking and smearing the blood all along the way below. He teased the already erect nipples for a moment then he change to held his hand by only one hand and shoved his fingers into Ken's mouth. Silently ordering him to lick them all the while he sucked on the nipples and bit them down not too gently.
Crawford took out his fingers that were wetted by saliva already and brought it down to smeared it onto the hard erect member of his along with those precum gathered there. He spread it so that his erect member was coated evenly and then without any warning, he adjusted his position and thrusted his erection deep into Ken. Just before Ken could scream out his pain, he was already silenced by Crawford as he once again claimed those exquisitely swollen lips. He let out a groan of pleasure on the feeling of the inner tissue clamped around his hard member so tightly as if he never fucked these sweet little ass.
After a while to let Ken adjusted with his size, he started to thrust into him fast and hard. He let his erection rammed over the sweet tight inner tissue of Ken and kept thrusting hard, brushing the prostate which took Ken flying to the sweet heaven of sin…
By linking and chaining those words
That has no end...
Till slumber take us to the dreamland
Saved behind layers of moonlight
Soon they had their climaxes almost in a same time and both fell down of exhaust. Ken fell back to the carpeted floor while Crawford fell onto Ken's welcoming embrace. For the first time he let himself comforted by those slender hands that were embracing him so tightly and so warm. He let his head tucked underneath Ken's chin and let the younger boy stroke his long black hair whose some bangs were falling down around his face. He let Ken smoothed them out and tucked them away so that they would not annoy him.
He closed his eyes and inhaled the sweet scene of his angel after a time of making love though he knew he never admitted through his teeth that this was a love-making not just another fuck. He still smelt the same, like a fresh forest air after raining though it was mingled by the smell of sex which only made it even more exotic. Crawford felt his heart beating and he heard the sound which seemed so vivid and so loud in his ear. Crawford sighed. How much he wanted to be forever like this, inside his angel tight and warm passage also being embraced so dearly by his angle too…waiting for the sleep to take them drift to the never neverland…
Only thinking about what will be of tomorrow...
in a long dream...
Coz never I hope something eternal
Just now and the present...with you close to me...
Only you matter for me…………so long I have you, I have my sanctuary………but will you let me anchor my black tainted soul on yours?………oh how I wish time would go still for now………as you're here right beside me, close to me………something I wish I would have for endless time…………
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Okay that's a lame story, I know it, damn!!!! I even make the ending hang off like that ___ I don't know if you like it or not but anyway I hope you do like it though it's a piece of crap damn!!! Why can't I write any better from this??!!? ____
Well that's your request story…sorry I guess there's no sappy2 things ^____^ Kind of sad there perhaps I'll write a sequel later….
Like it? Or not? Understand it? Or not? Just say it or call me okay??? ^_____^
The poems if you wanna know the original ones: (all are copyrighted by me ^__^ and are posted on Poetry)
Moonlight Night's Poem
Let us talk like usual,
talk about anything,
not about love...
But about our hope...
About those which are not our dreams...
Or about you...you the closest one to me,
or about me...who is far far away from you
By linking and chaining those words
That has no end...
Till slumber take us to the dreamland
Saved behind layers of moonlight
Only thinking about what will be of tomorrow...
in a long dream...
Coz never I hope something eternal
Just now and the present...with you close to me...
~End
Well sorry if the content are really disturbing you, ya know being all that sad not that I think I have described it quite clearly sorry if this is the best I can give for you perhaps latter I'll write better, just comments okay? ^___^