Crap. I'm ashamed with this, currently... OTL Nothing from the past chapters make sense anymore. I lied. This is possibly the shortest chapter. IDK.
Anyways... Ready for smut and talking? ... That didn't sound as good as I hoped it would. Because smut will not be good. It will be sucky.
Also, I will be taking a break from 'Dark Horse' for a little while after this chapter, at least until I get a little further in my new fic, 'Little Miss Stony', which is an Avengers fic, and get ideas for 'Dark Horse' and lay out a real plan for both. I'm actually thinking of very little to non-existant smut in later chapters and the fics after this. I'm serious... -ly getting stupider by the second :I I really just want to skip to all the real drama.
Will most likely be resuming 'Dark Horse' somtime before the end of 2012... Hopefully. You cannot rush inspiration.
5.75 One Night
The Forest
By the river
Ryu's POV
"Come back with me." He's looked at me tenderly, lips curved upwards in a loving smile.
"Is it possible?" I whispered. I wanted to kiss him again. But I refrained. You don't know how it feels like to want someone so much to the point that you'd do anything just to be one being, if only for one night. I didn't even know to what extent it would reach to. Not love, that was for sure. "I don't want you to get hurt and - "
He pressed a finger to my lips. His skin was as pale as it was the first time I left without much warning. "I'll be fine. Just come back with me."
I smiled at him and kissed him again. Electricity ran down my spine, rain poured over my hair and soaked my clothes. When I pulled back, I gazed up at him shyly. "So does that mean we're good?"
He laughs. "Yes, Ryu."
He picked me up to carry me in his arms, bridal style and I cuddled his neck. "Let's fuck when we get back."
He chuckles and glances at me with dark eyes sparkling with amusement. "What?" I giggled. "I'm horny." He smiled at me and I had to kiss him once again. "I think I love you. Not sure."
His body tensed but then relaxed almost instantly. "Then I'm willing to wait for you."
"Thank you, Mori."
In a flurry of kisses, nips, and a couple hickies, we somehow made it back to Mori's cabin. Cottage? House? I don't really know...
He pinned me to the door while we kissed, trying to unlock it while still having his eyes closed and at this pace, we'd never get to his room in time. So I knocked his hand away from the lock and slipped a hair pin(it was Ayano's. I took it when I was bored.) from my pocket, bent it, and stuck it in the lock, moving the pins inside and successfully making the both of us fall backwards as the navy portal swung open.
A puddle of water was squeezed out of our drenched clothes and hair, forming underneath us.
I shuddered as Mori's tongue entered my mouth and a freezing chill of wind blew through the door.
He pulled back and panted hot breaths against my neck, "Cold?"
I nodded and he picked me up again, shutting the door with his foot and carrying me to the bathroom. Ravenously attacking my neck, Mori sucked hard at my collarbone, a moan escaping my lips. A bruise would most likely be left, and a dark one at that.
Once we were in the bathroom that was in Mori's room(not the one across the hall), I barely had time to take in the blue and green tiling before Mori was basically ripping off my clothes. First my shirt, then my pants, and the rest followed from there.
Pushing me into the ebony tub, Mori stripped off his own clothes and stepped in after me, a devious glint in his eyes.
I followed his every move with hooded eyes. "You gunna make me beg, or are you my slave for the night?"
Mori chuckled darkly and pulled me up by my hands, nipping my bottom lip. "Oh, I'll make you cry, and scream my name, and beg me to just let you cum. But I won't let you."
I shuddered. How did he know dirty talk turns me on? "Then do it, Takashi."
Full lips attached over my pulse point in my neck and I gasped when sharp teeth bit down. "Oh my - you're not -"
"Mine," Mori growled possessively, lapping up blood from a half-ring of punctured teeth marks. "All mine."
My head swirled with arousal and I grabbed around the senior's hips to pull him flush against me, grinding out erections together as I leaned up slightly to suck at his collarbone.
"By the name of Aphrodite, you're so hot," I husked, jerking my hips. "Fuck me."
Mori frowned for a brief moment before he masked it with another smirk. "Don't want to. Not yet." Flipping me over so that the side of my face met cold, blue and green tile, he grabbed a bottle of shampoo.
Let me tell you one thing. If you ever have shower sex, do not, and I mean do not ever use shampoo, even for the kinkiest of you. Unless you're fearfully masochistic. It stings like a bitch.
Two fingers were in me faster than I could register, the shampoo acting as lube. Throwing my head back, I cried out, droplets of water flicking off the ends of the strands of my hair.
"More!"
Panting heavily now, I grabbed his hand and pulled his digits out of me, turning back around. "Fuck. Me. Now," I hissed, pressing back against him.
"So demanding," Mori chuckled, slowly pushing into me, drawing any and all breath held in my lungs out in one pained curse. "You should've waited."
I shook my head and babbled incohertly, basically smashing myself against him and closing my eyes. "I don't care."
Everything went by too fast, too heatedly, and I missed it all, because when I opened my eyes again, it was late afternoon, and I was sore all over, dried and laying under the covers in Mori's bedroom with only my boxers on. The dark haired senior was sound asleep next to me, one arm thrown over my waist.
And then suddenly, I didn't want to be there. Or with my sister. Or anything. I didn't know what it was, but I just knew I couldn't stay in that bed. Not exactly because I felt guilty or anything, but I was hit was a strong, sudden wave of nausea.
I threw the covers back and raced into the bathroom, puking into the toilet. It wasn't exactly a first; I'd gotten stomach sickness a few times, but usually it kinda built up. Like a stomach ache first, or just being unable to hold my food. This time, I just felt completely horrible.
I groaned and curled into the fetal position with my feverish cheek on the cool tile. I stayed there for a few minutes before Mori woke and found me there on the bathroom floor. He rushed to my side and placed a hand on my shoulder.
"Are you alright?" I whimpered softly and shook my head while he rubbed my back. I really wanted to throw up again. I was sore all over, with pain intensified in my abdomen.
He picked me up and carried me to the bed. I slipped under the blanket, grabbed one of the pillows and hugged it to my stomach. Mori sat down on the bed next to me, slipping on a pair of jeans and tugging a highcollared black jacket with white trim over his head without putting a shirt on first.
"I'll be right back, Ryu," he murmured. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
"Stay," I pleaded, voice a whisper. Mori pursed his lips and ran a hand through my sweat-matted hair.
"I'm calling in a favor from a friend, love." Then he stood up and left the room. The sun's warm rays fell on my face and I turned a little more towards the door, avoiding the light from hitting my eyes.
I don't remember falling asleep, but everything suddenly blinked back into existance. A man with wire-framed glasses was standing over me, checking my pulse with a stethoscope around his neck. He looked vaugely familiar.
"Do I know you?" I rasped, voice scratchy with sleep. Mori was standing against the wall by the door, arms crossed.
The man didn't so much as look at me. "I'm Dr. Ootori. I don't believe you and I have met, but I have an inkling that you and my youngest son, Kyoya, have met."
I nodded slowly as I try to piece together an image of a younger man, somewhere around my age. "Okay." Oh, hey. That one guy from Mori's... host club group, was it?
Suddenly, the doctor sighed and shrugged. "You seem to have contracted a stomach virus, but it's nothing too severe. Just stick to foods like jello, crackers, bread. Things that won't upset your stomach. And plenty of fluids."
I hummed. "Thank you, Doctor."
"Morinozuka." The man nodded at Mori, who dipped his head respectively.
When Dr. Ootori was out of the cottage, Mori came to sit beside me. He ran a hand through my hair before placing a kiss to my forehead. "Get sleep," he said lowly. I smiled weakly and sighed through my nose. "Hope you get better soon."
I rolled over on my side and closed my eyes, bringing my knees to my chest as another pang of pain pierced my abdomen. "Fuck. I'll talk to Ayano" - yawn - "about this..." Another yawn. "Tomorrow..."
Bleh... No beginning quote, because nothing is happening D: Sixth chapter will pick up on real substance. Ciao ciao...
Can anyone guess what's happening here? Extra cupcake sprinkles for you if you do :)
~Kurami~
