Chapter 2
As the two /lovers/ rest, all that swirled their minds were of their worries and burdens; never to guess what was in store for them.
He awoke the next day, wanting release from the foul stench that was clouding around his nostrils. "Mm.." he yawned, reaching around for his clothes which were replaced by new, freshly washed clothes that were too loose-fitting for his small frame.
And the red was still out, unmoving.
The blonde groaned, did he get him these change of clothes? Or did he get them for himself? He didn't care, but didn't want to intrude either, so he left them be, pulling his fish-stenched outfit over his sore back, groaning at every movement.
Afterwards, the red had awakened to find another batch of a charming attire besides him as he placed it on, ah, much better and warm too. Oh wait..
He'd had already been out to catch a fresh breath before lighting a cancer stick and killing his lungs with those instead. The sight of the sun on the horizon calmed him as he lounged around.
"Calming day isn't it, Mister Heiwajima?" The red called out with his arms folded across his chest as he lit a cigarette with a snap of his finger but of course, without the blonde seeing. When golden locks swayed to turn the red had barely smirked at the gentleman as the sun was hidden precisely behind his head, letting bright rays linger the ends of his amber locks.
"I thought I told you to drop the honorifics, you can call me Shizuo" he chuckled, shielding his face from the rays as the red leaned the other way; almost blinding him a little.
"Sure" he said, walking to lean against the railing besides the gentleman with a mild huff of smoke from his cigarette "Planning on going back?" He had asked after a long moment of silence between the two men, though, when he had asked; his predatorial like eyes stayed focus on the dark blue seas that were rushing by the cruise known as the Titanic.
"To where, Davy Jone's Locker or my 'loving guests" he had asked in a sarcastic manner, but his expression betrayed his tone. The blonde huffed, spitting at the sea in a disgusted manner. It's one or the other he sighed, glancing over to the too-formal-to-be-a street rat stranger; smiling a little at his kindness, he tucked a piece of his crimson hair behind his ear to get a better look of his face. "Do you know you're really attractive?" he had asked, hand still near his face.
Ah, so that was the case. The rich fool probably was like him; hating the rich snobs that dared to roam the streets as though they had owned the entire world. Just before he was about to answer, he felt a smooth touch brush against one of a loose strand. He glanced over to meet the grouchy gentleman with a sincere smile upon his features, something that had fitted his look like a glove. The red blinked dully as he huffed a breathful of tobacco smoke from his cigarette "Not really, I guess you can thank my mom for that"
"Ah, I'd love to meet her" he said, looking over towards the horizon with a hopeful smile. The blonde was afraid to leave his side, and to return to the nobles, but he did so, gathering his things reluctantly and gave the stranger a bow, thanking him for his kindness before thusting any valuables he had on him into his hands; hoping they would be put to good use.
The red's golden orbs blinked at the gentleman, watching him return to the nobles and even the filthy fat pigs as he turned on his heel and walked back to the lower clansmen, though, as he looked off shore at the vibrant blues contrasting against each other, the street rat couldn't help but think of the upper clansmen who had been so humble as to even stay with a filthy outcast such as himself, it was so touching, it made him chuckle a tad.
Running off, the blonde paused for a bit before turning back abruptly, "C-can I meet you again?" He shouted at the back of the figure, panting a little. The red somehow made his life worth living for after all.. Or at least he saved him from throwing it all away.
From looking from the contrasting seas and skies, the rebel looked over his shoulder at the gentleman; his golden hues were bored but at the same time showed a hint of hidden kindness "At seven, meet me in the lounge." He said, shoveling his hands in his pockets as the corner of his lips curved upwards and walked away.
"Mm.." He nodded with enthusiasm, he was able to see him again! At that, the blonde's rapid heartbeat faster with a liveliness he had not felt for so long; making him relive the times where he had been truly happy.
After a long and even exhausting day of handling fools who dared harm his companions, and even dealing with women who constantly insulted him for behaving quite lazily. The red had sat back on the couch of the lounge, possibly the only place where no one was but himself. He didn't mind if the gentleman was late or not, he was as patient as any good guy.
Before long, the blonde had sneaked up behind him and caught his amber orbs behind his palms. "Guess who?" He had said, changing his tone a little to try and fool the red. He sniffled a bit but bit his trembling lips, hoping the street rat wouldn't notice his shaky hands as he held onto his face.
"A crying gentleman?" He had guessed, resting his slightly calloused hands over the gentle ones that hid his lion-like golden hues. He didn't move at all, but instead kept still as though it was his way of saying 'I'm-here-for-you' at that, he gently rubbed the blonde's knuckles gently with his thumbs as the distant sound of waves splashing from behind rang into his eardrums.
"Unn.." he nodded, removing his slightly sweaty palms and let them hang from the bigger male's broad shoulders as he tap his chin lightly on the top of his head. A sudden gust of wind carried a small scent from the sea that overlapped with his savior's sweet shampoo and tobacco glinted across the blonde's sensitive nose for a fleeting moment before depriving him of it. He sighed softly, still holding him close, but not allowing the red to look at his sorry self.
As the blonde gave him back his sight, the lion locked his arms around the gentleman's fine waist; Allowing the gust of wind to carry the sweet scent of cake, tobacco, and a hint of honey from his star-crossed lover's neck. At their enchanting embrace, the golden eyed lion softly whispered against the gentleman's olive skin "Why are you ashamed...?" He had asked softly with his baritone voice down to a whisper.
"A-ah.. It's-..." He replied, his voice shaking "..nothing" the blonde allowed the gentle red to comfort him, nuzzling in the never-ending warmth of his whole being. A warmth that permeates through his already frozen heart and time and melted it, freeing him from the past. He sighed, still burying his face in the other's chest.
"Nothing...?" He had asked, moving back to examine the once harsh and furious caramel orbs that had shown riches and fortune but hidden sadness and sorrow. It was as though he was forced to be in this cruise, forced to leave and move around by puppet strings. The poor man. The rebel's amber-irises stared at the windows of the gentleman's soul, knowing that he was hurt by something or someone.
"Yeah.." He moved a hand to his neck, covering up whatever marks that were shown from the intent, amber gaze. The blonde's usual azure eyes has now darkened into a muddy color, and all the pain he had hidden was see through. He clutched himself in fear, feeling like an open book in the stranger's eyes.
The stranger's usual harsh gaze turned gentle but still dark and caring as he slowly caressed the gentleman's cheek with a soft touch, he knew the gentleman was most likely whore'd out by some fat pig, nobles were at times like that. They would whine and throw tantrums until they got what they didn't deserve. Some nobles were kind and gracious but those are rarely seen nowadays due to taxes and even chaos. But the tiger was not like the rest, the lion was lucky to even have met such a fellow. One would simply laugh at how poor his vest looked or even give him a punch in the face just by looking at the fine stitches. But the tiger was different, and he...he loved that.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, blurring out the kind sight of the stranger's smile as he nuzzled to the warm hand. He didn't care if he was crying, he cared that the red was there. He cared that the person he desperately needed was there. Falling into his arms the blonde wept silently.
"I love you" he had muttered under his breath, huddled into his savior's arms. The blonde didn't care for anything at the moment; he just wanted the red's arms to be around him in a tight embrace. He needed the icky feeling to go away, the feeling that made his skin crawl, his stomach churned as he stays on this boat. He needed the lion to be here, and for him to return his affections; but for the moment, the love could be missing for all he cared. Because the red's attention was focused on him and him alone; and that alone was enough to make him feel as if his burdens have been taken off of his shoulders.
And just like that, the red had pulled him into the most loving kiss he could give, closing the space between him and the tiger as his arm slid around his newly star crossed lover's slender waist in a loving embrace, feeling and understanding the pain and loneliness the blonde had suffered before he slowly pulled away and whispered softly "I love you too"
The blonde had kissed back, lingering onto the red's lips when he had pulled away, wanting more of the dry, chaste taste that were like the dessert to him, and there were oases everywhere he went. He wanted so much more.. The tiger's eyes were hazy with lust as the words crossed his ears and heated up his cheeks.
Noticing the tiger's expression showing much wanton and need, he did him a favor and laid him back on the couch to ease him into the passionate and loving kiss, tasting hints of honey and rich tobacco along the gasping gentleman's tongue. The mere thought of them loving each other until there was no tomorrow was irrelevant, what if the blonde had moved on and found someone else? Someone who could give him shelter? A place to dine? Ah, it didn't matter for the time being. He loved the tiger too much to care for the moment.
The blushing tiger, wanting to push back, didn't, he wanted the lion to embrace him; but remembering the evening he had spent, he jerked up in abashment, shielding himself from the red's advances. "Mm.. N-no.." The blonde frowned.
Straightening his arm and distancing himself from the tiger, his golden predator-like eyes stared at the teary and abashed mochas the tiger had carried. "Shizuo..." he said, saying the blonde's full name for the first time as it rolled off his tongue but tasted sweet during the process unlike his other words. "What happened..." he had said, his normal blank expression returning, knowing the blonde could not have been...like that could he...?
He clasped his arms over himself, shaking a little, he didn't want the red to touch the skin that had been touched by those filthy pigs. "I.." he sniffled, "I'm sorry.. I.. They gave me a d-drink.. a-and.." His stammers was halted by heart-wrenching sobs. "Mm..hic..I-I'm.."
The blonde turned away from the red, ashamed of himself, he had wanted him to embrace him, but now, the touches of the rich 'nobles's fat plump fingers laid on his skin uncomfortably, making him squirm with disgust.
The red's usual harsh and emotionless gaze had softened for the blonde, with ease, the red had pulled him back into an embrace. His chin resting against the top of the blonde's head as the gentleman nearly torn his cheap vest and shirt, his amber orbs softly closed. How could someone be so monstrous as to molest an innocent human? How could someone be as to cruel as to take away one's innocence? The red had thought of that as he felt the gentleman's sobs and sorrows drum against his warm chest. "Shizuo..." he said gently as he guarded the tiger from the possible dangers outside of his built arms.
"Make it go away.." He muttered through sobs. "Make their touches go away.. " he had said, nuzzling into his chest; his body shaking vehemently as he sobbed. "I.. I just.. Take it away.."
Straightening his back, he curled a finger under the gentleman's chin as his thumb landed gently under the soft honey-tasting lips of the tiger "How do you think I can take it away...?" He had asked in a husky whisper as he leaned in like an angel sent to be a savior for the blonde's sorrows, the blonde's repeating life style of eat, get angry, eat, get angry, sleep. His other hand moved to gently brush the falling salty tears of the tiger as he kept his gazed locked on his star-crossed lover's eyes only.
"P-please.." He pleaded, blushing at the gaze, feeling bare naked in front of his lover. "..Erase their touches.. R-replace them.. With y-yours.." The blonde whispered, removing his gaze from the red's. His daring words made him explode, forcing him to hide his face into the crook of his lover's neck.
At the brisk and gentle moonlight that had peered from the lounge window and the warm heat that had emitted from the flames of the crackling fire in the fireplace, the red had done what he was pleaded to do, moving his head downwards to leave open mouthed kisses against the gentleman's neck, feeling the tiger's head move back as he continued to erase the touches with his own as quick fingers had made their way to the blonde's vest and his dress shirt, only to feel the chiseled and defined muscle that the young man had bared.
And in that moment, the blonde had had felt utter bliss, letting the red's burning hands move as they will, almost as if he was scorching of the marks from his body, and branding new ones as his own. "Nn.." He gave a shy whimper, feeling the slightly calloused hands brush past his sensitive nubs and down to his hips. Although their actions were the same, the red's were a thousand times more loving and warm. No harshness was detected by his bruised olive toned skin, only pleasure resounding throughout, leaving him breathless.
Feeling his breath hitching as his lover let out excited and yet tender moans, the red's tongue gently glided over the blossoming nub to feel a shiver course through the tiger's bruised chiseled skin. Although they were above one of the coldest seas on earth, their touches rendered as hot as flames onto skin. Amber orbs glanced up at misted caramel ones as the red had continued his ministrations on his lover, letting soft kisses against the tender bruises on the gentleman's chest as his hands groped and rubbed anywhere to make his lover feel in absolute bliss and lust.
As their burning lust licked at his soul, the blonde arced back in pleasure moaning breathlessly. He did try to prevent them from getting louder but the red's nibbles pushed him over the limit, "H-hiiee..Mm.." The blonde bit his lips, using his hands to muffle any pants and moans that might escape the weak shaky gates that were his lips. The chills of the midnight air brushed goose bumps past his heated skin, rendering him too sensitive against the red's assertive touches.
"Hh..haa..nngg.." He had jerked up at the touch, letting out his sweet siren-like moan to lure the lion into ravishing him. "Mm..Miko..haa" the blonde had cried out, intertwining his slender fingers unto the red's crimson locks that were now partly matted onto his slightly sweat beaded forehead. The gleaming moonlight illuminated his lover's figure, making his scar-kissed skin glow brightly; leaving an impressionable image of an angel with scarlet locks swooping down to save him from his sins and cursed fate.
The young rebel who's hair was now half spiked half matted against his head glanced to stare down at the beautifully sculpted tiger in the moonlight, seeing how his misted and hazed mochas were closed from the loving touches; noticing his body language as he leaned down to break the space between the two lovers "Would you like me to give you more, Shizuo?" He whispered against the other man's ear, letting his warm breath brush against the tiger's ear.
"H-hya~ ..nn.." he whimpered, giving a shy nod as a sign that the red could do anything he wished. He felt as if his body was already his, after all, he had saved it from a regretful end didn't he? But it was more than that, it was as if his soul was consenting to bond with his lover's as well.. The already hot cheeks of the blonde flushed red as he pulled the red in closer, pressing their glossed lips together in a loving kiss. "Yes"
And so, he did, as the moonlight had grown fully bright around the curtains of dark blues and small dots of stars that had surrounded the beautiful distant moon, the rebel and the gentleman's fight of lust and heat had officially began, both had sweat glossing their skin as though it was their way of showing their effort to each other. Had the red been so selfish as to touch the gentleman's body as the tiger swerved his hips as he sat on his lover's waist? It was all confusing, yet very clear in his mind. He couldn't help but to glance up at the moaning and pleasured angel above him, letting the moon's light kiss his sweat coated olive skin to revel the gentleman's chiseled frame.
The gentleman shivered at the heat within him that contrasted the cold chilling air that danced around the two lovers. The sharp pain at the start had mellowed out into a pleasurable feel, leaving him with weak knees and a flushed face. He wanted more.. Something he would not dare admit.. But bit his glossed lips tightly, ere he might utter out lustful phrases.
And of course he did, the young rebel had locked his arms around the gentleman's waist as the cold air bit their sweat glossed bodies. The red had continued to leave tender love bites along his star-crossed lover's olive skinned neck, being careful of his bruised body as he rocked against the gentleman's pleasure spot to hear more of the pleasurable words.
Their chests rose and fell from the surrounding heat and the bitter cold climaxing together as he moved against the spot as he locked his arms around his lover "nngh...I love you...hah...too..." he managed to say, letting their heated movements turn sharp and quick for the gentleman to manage. For the both of them, it was probably the most beautiful night they had ever witnessed.
His blushing cheeks failed his pretense calmness as his eyes went hazy from the hot fluids. "Mm.." The blonde nodded, still hiding his abashed face. As the two wrapped each other in a tight embrace, flecks of snow found their way into the room, dancing about them as they rest.