A songfic/multi-parter
angst, drama, yaoi, plot; au
warnings: PG-13, hints to incest
spoilers: in the timeline, and asuka
[updated: 5/14/02]
Part Three
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Nasser Traum
(wet dream)
There was a field, dark purple mountains covering one side of the open area. The flowing dark hair cascaded down her bare shoulders and the pale blush turned her cheeks a glorious shade of rose. She turned her head at his hands, his cool gentle fingers caressing her upper arm.
Onnisama, will you lift me into the water?
The clear flowing stream near the grove of trees sent a rushing breeze through his red hair. He pulled it back with his hands and then let it fall again over his shoulders in a circle of red. Violet eyes blinked slowly and he reached out, lifting her light, weightless body into the breezy air, then he set her gently down in the pool of water.
his face was flushed with silent passion, his hands not leaving her sides, fingertips barely brushing against her breast. He had waded down with her, the beige khaki pants clinging to his legs uncomfortably. But he followed her deeper till the water hit his knees and reached her waist.
Her flushing cheeks raised with an ever gentler smile and she pulled close to Ran, his knees barely shaking at the sight of her.
You're beautiful... he said, his voice quivering, husky.
She blinked slowly, her lips curling at him and she bounced on her heels higher to brush a lock of stray crimson hair from Ran's face.
You're shaking, Oniisama! Don't be so nervous!
/Yes, I have no reason to be nervous... you are just my little sister.../
But now Aya was closer, her breasts touching the black muscle shirt Ran was wearing. He swallowed a breath of air heavily, and she pressed against him, seeing his tight muscles tense, through the shirt. A small sunset of paint fell across his cheeks as she slid closer, gazing up at him with non blinking periwinkle eyes. And soon Ran's breath shuddered to a stop, realizing that her face was growing too near. His lips were so dry, so distant.
/Oh god, Aya.../
She was poised on her tippy toes, not bothering to take heed to the gravel in the stream, pushing against her feet. Ran felt himself subconsciously reaching down... down towards her. His lips tingling with his own apprehensive fear.
She showed one last glint of cheerfulness and her lips touched his in a silent flow. It was like tasting rose petals and Ran melt into the oblivion of his own mind, kissing back, so gently that he felt as if he were barely touching her at all.
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And all I can taste is this moment
And all I can breathe is your life
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Ran didn't want to pull away, his fingers pressing gently on her bare shoulders, stroking her softly. He couldn't breathe, couldn't take in the oxygen; his mind and body, frozen with delight and fear. And then, she suddenly pulled back. She was the first one to breath and break the passion, as well as to start it. Ran blinked uncontrollably, his violet eyes burning into her. She smiled, raising her fingers to his moist lips, touching them lightly. Her dark hair curled against her jaw line, the echo of the afternoon sun framing her face in a circle of light.
Aya-chan... don't leave me! Ran choked through clenched teeth, tears welling up in his eyes. But Aya must not have heard him. His voice was silent, embedded in his throat. He couldn't get the right words to escape, or any sound at all for that matter. His hand stretched out in front of him, his feet froze in the muddy water, stirring below him. She skipped away in the water, which splashed up against her bare body. Giggling happily, her hair flounced over her shoulders.
Iie... Iie! Ran shouted. His calls were muted.
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Cause sooner or later it's over
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The sweat poured down Aya's neck and cheeks and he struggled in the humidity, sitting up in the awkward chair.
/What happened?/
He felt dizzy and moved in the recliner, noticing a snoring, sprawled blonde man, laying restlessly in Aya's bed.
Oh... baka... in my bed. Aya shook his head, his mind still boggled from the dream.
Youji, get up! Aya groaned, standing to his feet, glancing out the window at the same gray morning haze as the day before.
Youji groaned, not stirring.
What time is it?
We slept the entire day! It's the next morning and I'm late.
Youji quickly sat up in bed, his hair was on end and rustled against his face. He struggled to read his watch.
Shit! The shop opens in half an hour! Omi and Ken are gonna KILL us!
Aya sighed, pulling his trenchcoat from the chair's back and swinging it on his shoulders.
Have any money, or did you spend it all on booze?
Youji glared, then scratching his scalp, blinked over at Aya.
No, why?
Aya reached in his pocket and handed him a few Yen.
There. Take the train to the Koneko. I'll meet you there in half an hour--
I have to see Aya-chan, Aya said blandly.
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I just don't want to miss you tonight
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Youji sighed sitting up.
all right, but you better not show me up!
Aya simply nodded, already heading out the door and down the hallway onto the muggy streets.
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Youji is staring at the beige wall, tears stained against his cheeks. His fingers scrape at the skin on his face. Smoke encircles his head, clinging to his moist hair, pulled back with red string.
Fuck... Fuck it. I'll never get Ken. Not this way. Baka, Baka... I'm the fool. I'll never... get him, not now. /Just a playboy, just a murderer!/ His hands flew up to his face, scratching at his cheeks, jawbones, and eyes. His fingers sharply shred at his skin, bleeding underneath his hands.
Youji shouted, leaping from the fire escape, down towards the brick wall. He started smashing his fists into it, his knuckles white, his bones cracking and pushing his skin raw at his fingertips. And again and again and again! His fingers bled, the blood spread across his hands, his knuckles cracking. He shouted out every time he made contact with the hard wall. His fury overwhelmed him. Gritting his teeth he kicked the wall too. Harder, harder! His eyes were bleeding, through the brutal feelings in his head. They watered from the pain, dripping pink streams down his face. He tasted the raw blood and panted, stepping back from the wall as the damage started sinking in. Yoji sputtered, fighting to keep control of his body. Hands leaned to his knees, panting... panting... his body ached.
Youji sputtered closing his eyes, the blood and tears overwhelming him again.
/I am so weak... so weak.../
His throat was dry, bloody, and scratchy. He came down on his knees, coughing, sputtering, the blood swallowing him whole. Blackness filled his painful void and the playboy closed his eyes, his body giving out; so weak and spent.
