Rhythm of Life
Chapter Thirty-Six
Cross entered his house to serene silence. Walking into the living room he saw the fallboard still up on the grand piano. 'Allen usually remembers to put it down to protect the keys—something must have distracted him. I forgot, Kanda came over and they probably got horny and went to his bedroom,' Cross thought, dropping the cover over the keyboard.
"Christ, teenagers," Cross muttered. He had a mind to go up and peek into Allen's bedroom, but his thoughts were on two other things right now—Tiedoll and the documents Rita had brought him.
For the next few hours Cross studied the paperwork scouring over every detail. He was so engrossed into his reading he hadn't been aware it was nightfall until he paused and glanced out the window. He leaned back in his chair re-scanning the papers when the doorbell rang. Startled, the pages flew into the air when he almost fell over backwards in his chair. He scrambled to his feet and rushed down the hallway to the front door—maybe Tiedoll came over to talk with him.
Before he reached the entry he heard the thunk of the front door shut. The white-hair brat came around the corner with a boxed pizza. Cross noticed his charge's tousled hair, rosy cheeks and look of contentment on his face. 'Great now I have a sex crazed teenager on my hands,' Cross thought as he took in the rumpled, comfy clothes Allen was sporting.
"Hi Cross, I ordered pizza for tonight. I tried getting your attention about dinner, but you were concentrating on your work so I didn't interrupt you. Come on into the kitchen and have a slice," Allen told his guardian in his normal jovial spirit.
Cross was disappointed it hadn't been Tiedoll at the door—he sighed and followed Allen into the kitchen.
"You left the fallboard up on the piano—don't do it again," Cross snarled at his white-hair charge then saw Kanda sitting at the kitchen table reading the newspaper.
Kanda looked up and closed it, the paper rustling when he neatly folded it together and set it aside.
"With you here I'm sure Allen was distracted. I figured when I came into a silence house the two of you had been upstairs fucking each other," he groused, wondering why Tiedoll hadn't come over yet. 'Damn he could be a stubborn man.'
"The term is making love," Kanda corrected him, taking a slice of pizza from the box, not fazed by Cross's comment.
Allen stood still and looked from Kanda to Cross feeling awkward with the conversation. Why did Cross have to daunt him in front of Kanda about his sex life? He's the one that had encouraged it to begin with.
"So, you admit your fucking my charge," Cross sneered as he watched Kanda calmly eating his pizza. Allen sat down next to his boyfriend and picked up his slice and took a bite, his hands trembling.
When Allen sat his slice back down on the plate Kanda placed his hand over Allen's fingering his beaded bracelet.
"You're not going to get rid of me, Cross. Allen and I are dedicated to each other, unlike you who leads' a vagabond life style," Kanda boldly told Cross, and Allen looked at his lover shocked.
"And what would a boy like you know about my life style? I do as I choose without—"Cross started to say when Kanda finished the red-head's statement.
"Without any commitments, life is easier that way by not having to be stuck with one person. I would think at your age Cross you would have looked at settling down, but maybe that's the lonely cross you will have to bear in the future," Kanda remarked wisely.
"I don't have to explain my life style to you or anyone else. They either accept it or leave—plain and simple," Cross said sternly then turned and left the room.
"Shit Kanda, what got into you to judge Cross's preference of life styles?" Allen asked, still shocked.
"It just seemed the guy needed a kick in the ass. What's he going to do when you go off to college and you're no longer in his life? Continue on woman after woman? Someday the jerk's going to be too old for women to be interested in him, then what? He'll live a life alone with no one to share it with because you'll be with me having a wonderful life together," Kanda said, and leaned over to kiss his boyfriend.
"Shit, I am one damn lucky guy having you in my life, and not have to deal with multiple boyfriends. I find that admirable," Allen replied, with love and pride in his eyes, and accepted his boyfriend's kiss.
"I guess Tiedoll taught me integrity, to believe in myself, that I'm worth more than to be someone's second best.
I found out later, after leaving Alma, that he had multiple relationships when we were together—on top of everything else. When we were together he told me numerous times that I was his one and only, but he'd been having sex with whomever he wanted to.
I vowed I would never do that to someone I cared deeply about—that someone is you, Moyashi," Kanda explained. Allen always felt special when Kanda talked this way. They leaned towards each other and this time shared a deep passionate kiss.
"If you two are going to do that, would you take it to the bedroom? Oh, and Kanda, you might as well stay overnight. I need to go over to see your foster father about some paperwork and I would rather not leave Allen alone," Cross said evenly. He didn't want to leave Allen unattended with a deranged Alma on the loose, but he needed to know if Tiedoll was alright after today's grievous lunch.
Cross headed to the entry to retrieve his keys. 'If Tiedoll won't come over to talk with me, then I'll go over there,' he thought, shutting the door behind him and locked it.
Tiedoll had just finished putting the last dish in the cabinet when the door bell rang. 'I told Cross I wasn't ready to talk about this,' Tiedoll thought, preparing himself for the worse with his lover. He opened the door and there stood Kanda's art teacher with a bottle of wine.
"David, I wasn't expecting you, is anything wrong?" Tiedoll asked, wondering why he showed up tonight when he was coming over tomorrow.
"Well, I wasn't sure if you would be here but I took a chance. I didn't know if you would mind showing me the examples you talked about when we last spoke. Oh, and I brought this bottle of wine as a thank you for all the help you've given me," he offered, a slight blush flushed his face.
"Come in, of course we can go over the material. It might prove helpful while I'm explaining it to you as you're painting tomorrow," Tiedoll replied, allowing the tall art teacher inside. His long, blonde hair was pulled back at the nape of his neck in a ponytail, and when he smiled at Tiedoll, his intense, crystal-blue eyes sparkled.
"Why don't you sit on the sofa and I'll get a cork screw and wine glasses," Tiedoll said, motioning him to the living room with his hand then left to retrieve the glasses.
Tiedoll came back and handed the cork screw to David then sat the wine glasses on the coffee table in front of his guest.
"I'll be right back, there's a book I need from my studio," he said, smiling warmly at the handsome man.
Tiedoll heard the soft pop of the cork as he entered into his studio and chose the book he wanted from the shelf. He exited the room and walked back towards the living room wondering why a man as handsome as David wasn't out with someone for the evening.
He placed the book on the coffee table then sat down on the sofa near his guest who handed him a glass of white wine.
"We must have a toast. Here's to the new year ahead of us and to our newly found friendship," David said, and raised his glass clinking it with Tiedoll's. They took a sip, their eyes met looking over the glass lip, and Tiedoll looked into those crystal-blue eyes.
'Damn, this is all too familiar. It's exactly what had happened at lunch with Cross earlier.' Tiedoll tried to brush it from his mind. He sat his glass down on the coffee table and picked up the book, nervously he flipped through the pages.
"You're trembling Froi. Is there something wrong?" David asked him, a concerned look came into his eyes. 'Damn those eyes, they're electrifying,' Tiedoll thought, and for some reason his heart was thumping loudly in his ears sure that the man who sat next to him could hear it.
"No, I'm fine, thank you for asking. Tell me, why is it a handsome man as yourself not out with some beautiful woman?" Tiedoll dared to ask, deciding to be straight forward about his curiosity.
"Because there aren't any beautiful women in my life, nor are there any handsome men," the teacher dared to venture.
"That's hard to believe, David. A man with your talents and exposure to the art world—it just surprises me," Tiedoll replied, blushing.
"You are so adorable when you blush. I thought it was obvious that I'm gay," he said with a twinkle in his eyes.
"I'm sorry for prying, it's really none of my business," Tiedoll said as he tried to recover from his embarrassment of being too forward. Is this what Cross meant with open relationships? He could develop one with this handsome man and have Cross too? Tiedoll shook his head to clear it—that wasn't who he was.
"That's quite alright, Froi, if you have any other questions about me feel free to ask," the blonde man said as he winked at Tiedoll which put another blush on the man's face.
Tiedoll picked up his wine and took a couple gulps to settle his nerves then self-consciously searched for the page he wanted to go over with the art teacher.
They started off being a little stiff sitting next to each other, but as Tiedoll receded more into his world of painting he relaxed. The two enjoyed their conversation and leaned against each other every now and then to share a picture Tiedoll was explaining. As the night carried on, they polished off the bottle of wine, and were becoming very comfortable with each other's company.
Cross drove into his lover's driveway and noticed a car he didn't recognize. He looked at his watch. 'It's ten o'clock at night, who would be visiting at this hour?'
He got out of the car and walked up to the front door. He paused when he heard laughter from within and turned the knob—unlocked—he opened the door and let himself in.
Walking into the living room there was his lover leaning against another man with long blonde hair, explaining something from a book he held in his hands. Cross couldn't see the blonde's face. He looked over at the coffee table were an empty bottle of wine sat. He was obviously crashing someone's party.
"Am I interrupting something?" Cross raised his voice, both turned to look over at Cross. The blonde art teacher stood up and brushed his wrinkled clothes.
"Mr. Cross, what a pleasure to see you again," David said, extending his hand as he walked over to Cross and shook his. Cross was vibrating with anger. 'How could Tiedoll do this to me? Didn't he have the decency to let me know he was seeing another man?'
"Hello Cross, you remember the boy's art teacher, David," Tiedoll said as calmly as he could.
"He stopped by this evening," he told his boyfriend, and David caught the blaze flickering in the red-heads eye.
"Maybe I should go, Froi. Thank you for going over those examples with me. Will you be alright?" he asked, noticing Tiedoll's hand was trembling again when he shook it.
"I'll be fine David, thank you for the bottle of wine and it was my pleasure to help you," Tiedoll returned the gesture. David's blue eyes showed a tint of worry.
"Alright then, goodnight and are we still on for tomorrows lesson?" the blonde asked.
"Yes, I'll see you tomorrow," Tiedoll answered, and David walked to the front door. He held the door knob in his hand and glanced once more over at Tiedoll to make sure he was alright. Tiedoll nodded yes with a warm smile and the blonde shot him a quick grin and nodded, then left.
"Why didn't you tell me you already had another boyfriend?" Cross bellowed, as soon as he heard the car door shut, his eye blazed with anger.
"Because I don't have another boyfriend, he stopped by unexpectedly," Tiedoll raised his voice.
"You better not. I told you when you come home there is only me. If you want to have others in your life, don't bring them home!" Cross informed his lover his arms crossed in front of him.
"Well Marion he's not my lover … yet," Tiedoll added, just to get a rise out of him.
"But when and if we do decide to become lovers, I will inform you, but right now it's just an innocent friendship," Tiedoll quipped, angrily. 'Who the fuck was Cross to tell me who I could and couldn't have in my home,' Tiedoll thought, furious at his boyfriend.
"And what about you Marion? Did you ever stop to think why women want to stake a claim to you in bed? You're a brilliant scientist and well known in your field of work. By most standards, you're like an idol in the eyes of some women—untouchable—envied by all the women who can't have you.
Sure, you've shown your girlfriends and other interested women that you've staked your claim on me as your boyfriend, but with your open relationships, your available to anyone—male or female—as many as you would like to have in your life,' Tiedoll spewed out loudly as he paced the floor, angry and frustrated by all of this.
"Marion, I know I said I would try this, but —"
Before he knew it, Cross grabbed him and held him tightly in his arms, crushing his lips on Tiedoll's which turned into a fiery passionate kiss that left Tiedoll breathless from its intensity. Not sure if it was his mood or the wine, but this time Tiedoll gave it right back to Cross just as passionately and just as hungrily.
He backed Cross up to the sofa and when the back of his knees hit the edge, Tiedoll pushed him down onto the soft cushions. He climbed on top of him and ripped open his lover's shirt—buttons flew everywhere—then he tugged it off and threw it on the floor where his shirt soon followed.
Tiedoll's mouth and teeth teased his lover's taunt nipple. He sucked and nipped at one then the other while his fingers clumsily undid Cross's belt buckle, button, and zipper, pulling the fabric of his jeans and underwear away and released his lover's stiff cock, then grabbed his thick evidence, stroking it.
"Ah … Froi …" Cross whispered overtaken by his lover's aggressive passion, and sighed a sound of relief being released from the tightness of his jeans.
Tiedoll captured Cross's mouth and their tongues dueled until Tiedoll pulled away. His lips and tongue kissed and licked Cross's neck, traveling down to his perk nipples again, then down to just below his lover's belly button and released Cross who was sparking with excitement.
He stood up, grabbed Cross's jeans and tugged on them. Cross lifted his hips and Tiedoll yanked them off hitting the coffee table with his leg and overturned it. The wine bottle rolled away, the glasses smashed together leaving shards of large pieces and the book thud and tumbled to the floor—he tossed the jeans aside.
Tiedoll paid no heed to the crashing noise of the coffee table and undid his jeans, push them down to the floor and stepped out of them kicking them out of the way as he rushed to devour his lover—both now naked.
Tiedoll dropped to his knees and firmly gripped Cross's enlargement—Tiedoll's bold advances drove Cross crazy with pleasure. His tongue licked the length of him before his mouth engulfed him and sucked his lover's arousal in as far as was comfortable and then back up. Cross's hips thrust upwards, his body electrified then a guttural moan oozed out when Tiedoll released him.
Quickly Froi was back on top of Cross, their enlargements rubbed turbulently together, their hands caressed each other's bodies. This whole new Tiedoll was exciting the hell out of Cross and his sexy lover kept him on the sweet edge of insanity, wanting desperately to climax as he felt Tiedoll's hardness's, soft, velvety, hot skin rub frantically but seductively against him with just the right amount of pressure and friction.
Cross moaned and shivered under Tiedoll's touches as he hungrily finished them both off, bringing them to a new height of ecstasy in their love making. Both climaxed at the same time which sent Cross into a mind blowing frenzy he never wanted to come down from, then his lover collapsed on his chest and he felt his lover's rapid heartbeat.
Both exhausted, Tiedoll laid contently on Cross's chest inhaling the mixture of their scent and the smell of sex in the air. Something had snapped inside of Tiedoll. All he knew was he wanted his lover more than anything else in the world and he took everything his lover had offered him—which was much. Cross still reeled in the afterglow of their love making, but was now aware of his surrounding, and wrapped his arms around Tiedoll.
"Fuck Tiedoll, I have no idea where the hell that came from, but you can do it to me anytime you want," Cross murmured, and grabbed the throw off the back of the sofa and covered them until they were ready to retire for the night.
To be continued …
A/N: Wow! Go get him Tiedoll! I guess there is an animalistic side to him after all and boy did he take Cross by surprise. Evidently, Cross has never seen this side of his boyfriend and what a pleasant surprise indeed. I guess we'll have to see if this helps nudge Cross in Tiedoll's direction for a monogamous relationship.
I really hope you enjoyed the chapter and the next one will be about these two again before Kanda and Allen come back to our story. Thanks for your reviews and wonderful comments (and PMs). It helps so much knowing if I'm making my story interesting and lets me know my errors. Until next time …