Note: I do agree with the readers that my grammar sucks *bangs head* and
that it dampen the story's content _; I don't have anytime to beta-read
it, so I'll just had it beta-read for the next parts to come. *points at
email* By the way, this chapter STILL does not contain the much awaited
lemon part, wah so gomen (_ _) I had to mount the suspense of the story
(so we will know how the heck they'll end up doing it) the next upcoming
chapter would be devoted to it, I promise! Mwahahaha!
X'ss: Please bear with me and with the 'sugar bear' joke ^-^ I can't help myself! I would have made it to a title but it's too ridiculous for an R rating -_- and besides---there will be much worse than sugar bear in later parts :}
Sugar bear!
-RaVen0us
Part two: Flames of Passion
*****
With the depth of a bottomless pit I sink into your eyes. Through that window I enter a void, Where I wish to be Breeze-like kisses on your soft face My lips secretly wish.
*****
His indigo eyes fluttered in a half-closed manner as he rests lazily on his back, wondering those last words he said back at the dining room. 'The last thing in the world would be me calling you by that sissy name!!'
That's definitely like him.
'Raven!' he recalled the words dripping with venom, 'what brings you here?'
'None of your business' he retorted icily,
And the rest that he had said the whole evening must be a big fat joke. Raven frowned lightly, and shut his eyes closed. 'Come to think of it, I DID ask Flyheight first. And I'll say none of my business? Geez.' He didn't know what compelled him to talk to Van when he can't even stand the sight of him. He was affirmative that he wasn't being mind-tricked at that time. He just suddenly talked.
"What am I thinking?" he grumbled. It was at that time he realized that his reason and instinct took a sudden course of its own. He is the one who insisted to join Van at the table, he is the one who insisted for a small talk, it was he who he insisted that they are going to talk just like a pair of mature young-adults and anything to do with the battle is ABSOLUTELY off the topic. It was even he who foots the bill.
'I can't believe I even paid for the bill,' he muttered to himself again. Then with a voice that sounded more like an intense longing than harsh despite, Raven cursed "Damn it! Why wouldn't he just get out of my head! " Well for one, he was insanely obsessed all these years to finish him in battle. The memory of his own defeat few years back in the war burned deeply to his brain that soon enough he made his comeback intensely personal. Before, he wants to defeat Van because he is hindering his mission objective, Now, HE is his mission objective. Eliminate him at all cost; there had been a lot of encounters and a lot more of the battles that followed. He was not satisfied, and he wants more.
More than the rivalry, more than emerging the best there is. More than having Van defeated by his own scarred hands.
It is not the cold black rage that fills the depth of his soul, fuelling his obsession. It was a strong surge of emotion he was sure that was alien to him before. Definitely something else. But what is it?
"Whatever it is, it couldn't be worse than being called a sugar bear." He said, rephrasing the words that the other pilot told him before. It sounded so ridiculous and corny now that he thought about it, that Raven fell down from his bunk, hitting the floor carpet head first. Instead of muttering and cursing about his own foolishness, he finds himself in such irony, laughing. Not the cold mocking laugh, but a different refreshing whole- hearted one, out of pure jest. Since Raven is not used to such warm emotions, it took him several minutes to stop. It gave him stomach cramps, a head ache and a lot salty tears streaming down his eyes. But it's worth it, for he never had such light and ecstatic release in his whole life. He never felt any better.
"Hey, keep it down there will ya?" Came an irritated voice from another room, sending him back to reality. It was followed by a low, and concerned runt soon after, at the darker portion of his room.
"Me, Drunk? I guess so, shadow. But I never had any thing like this before." He said to his black organoid, who was partially hidden somewhere by the dark corner. There came a couple of thuds and kicks' coming from his direction and it was followed by another gruff. "Yes, I'll let you out the first thing when we get out of this ship." Raven still drift around with his organoid, but he can't travel in peace if he let the thing roam around freely in open air---so he shipped shadow in a crate box, and was sent to his room as 'fragile luggage'. It took some hefty sum and some intimidating threat to convince lifters not to inspect the excess baggage.
Pondering all the strange happenings in one night only made Raven dizzy. Shadow was right; he had one drink to many that he is acting a bit out of his usual self. He finally shut his eyes and decides to get some sleep, hoping all these will probably drift away like some strange dream.
*****
It is already 2 am,
And Van cannot sleep, he felt like he was in the North Pole. The crew informed everyone later that evening that something went wrong with the ventilation unit, making most of the rooms from the first class deck and economy rise into cold temperature. 'It's not only the ventilation that was affected' he cursed under the chilly air, as he placed another layer of clothes to keep him warm. '---even the friggin electricity is out!' He had bumped his head, knees and elbows a couple of times before he managed to light up two of the room's spare gas lamps. Now with an aching and freezing body, he has to kick and move within the covers just to keep himself warm. It still does not work, instead he felt he had to stand again for the umpteenth time to go and pee in the bathroom.
"What? I got it locked?" he groaned, this isn't just his day. Maybe he could bother someone to let him use their bathroom. After all, who could sleep at this darn condition? Frisking out his keys, he left and went down the corridor hall.
*****
"I can't sleep."
"Mrmvfng?"
"It's so friggin hot in here, Shadow."
"Mrmnvng?!?" what sounds like an objective metallic runt irritated Raven; he threw an accessory over the crate box. "God, why do I even bother asking you? You can't even feel anything!" he spat, rising up from his covers, nearly naked. (Yes, nearly naked ( - author). He had heard the crew right; every room is down to icy cold because of the ventilation problem: he can even see small misty fogs rolling out from his unit right now. "They're wrong, its so goddamn hot here as hell."
Honestly, the crew is actually right. He hates to say it, but the room was indeed cold. It must have been him all the time. It must have been him all the time feeling so hot, and that means more than literally.
"Fuck," It's the only word that he managed to say about his awkward situation, throwing himself back to the covers. "All I want is to sleep!"
Raven thought with the effect of two drinks he could easily drown his thoughts and go to la la land. But he wasn't, and instead the image of Van Flyheight was swimming in his head, as if it was a life review. The encounters with the pilot who has been his foe and greatest rival and for four years back to the present, was shown dramatically in his dreams as he stirred about restlessly. Thinking it was only his clothes making him feel uncomfortable, he stripped down nothing to only a pair of white boxers. But still unsatisfied, he threw off all his blankets to the floor. Trying to sleep with only big pillows, Raven plunged his head deep within the soft mattress, but the images pressed on and on. He felt a hot surge of flame down his lower body and later he turned around find himself experiencing something a bit too late, strange and TOO embarrassing for his age--- a wet hard on.
"That does it! I'm getting myself a cold shower!!" he spat furiously, quickly standing up and grabbing a robe by the dresser. 'This so ridiculous, I'm having wet dreams of Van Flyheight now?' why should he? Maybe he shouldn't have bothered talking with the prick at the first place when they met few hours ago. But then---why did he talk with him? A good nice friendly-not-so-like-him talk? It's because he is drawn to Van differently than it was before?
"No," he muttered, then cursing silently for the sudden involuntary flush coming from his cheeks. He tries turning the shower on, but the water came out weak. "Stupid so called-first class service." He tried to absentmindedly distract himself and turns down the water at the tub. Sitting down the neatly fur-covered toilet seat, he watched as the water starts to fill in. 'This damn tub will take forever'. He cursed again, and impatiently strode out of the bathroom. "Shadow, I'm going out for a walk. Don't do anything stupid."
Shadow grunted as if to complain, since what trouble can he do in a crate box anyway?
*****
Raven grabs a lamp and went out to the bleak long corridors of the first class deck. He could get himself some fresh air while he waits, trying to force strange thoughts away. He could see that he is not alone, someone else is outside. The person is wrapped in a sweater, obviously trying to get his hands warm and trying to figure his way around. That person might even face vault upon seeing the sight of him wearing nothing but a robe.
"Why can't I get you out of my head, Flyheight?! What is it about you?" He complained out loud. How can he talk to the person if he felt nothing but cold fury? Fury is the one that fuels his desire to defeat him in battle. Fury---
Fury is passion pent up for too long and it's deadly in strong intensity. Passion is the fury of love in its finest hour. Was it this new sensation he is starting to feel along---passion? Or is it---
"AND, who the hell are you?!" the moving figure in the corridors turned around, that voice, Raven realized, came from no one else's but Van. He can't reply back, and that irritated him more.
Lifting up his own lamp, the figure cautiously moved to his direction. "Look, I don't know if we ever met but whatever you w---"
The yellowish pale light illuminated the gray hair and the annoyed sharp indigo eyes. "RAVEN?"
Raven was right, and Van face vaulted at the sight of him. "It's so damn cold! What are you doing only wearing THOSE?"
He pulled the robe more tightly and crossed his arms around his chest, "That is none of your concern."
"So why on Zi did you call my name?"
"Call you? I didn't recall calling you." He whipped back a glance to the brunette coldly, "The hell do I know that you are the one walking around there. I'm just thinking."
"Cut the crap, Raven! I know you want to say something to me, so spit it out!" the tanned boy said angrily. The taller pilot somehow made Van shut up by just saying nothing, he just stared at him.
Raven's gaze seems to hold Van for a reason. 'His eyes, they are different' Van thought, they were looking at him in such an assessing manner as if he wants to explore the depths of his soul. Van's body responded to his scrutiny with an almost sensual shudder. He was furious.
'The conceited prig! Who in the world did he think he was to subject him to such deliberate insult?'
When he spoke, his voice was softer than he expected. "Ventilation problem too, ne?"
"Yes!" Van's word came out more defiant than intended, "So what do you want with me now?!"
Raven looked down at Van, as if he noticed something else with the youth. Then he looked up at him, a sly smile curved his lips.
"The public cubicle area would be just around the corner, just go to straight ahead and turn left. You wouldn't miss it."
He gave him a surprised look,
"Don't thank me." He said, signaling him to go away. "Just go."
****
'I don't have to thank him, I didn't even ask!' Van said, as he finally has taken a leak(. But without Raven, his gall bladder must have well turned into stone right now, he owe that to him, at least. He luminate his path as he cautiously go back to the corridors, and along the way saw some unattended food carts. Some are carrying liquor, and he took some. If he drinks enough of these things, he can warm up much faster.
"CRASH!!"
Suddenly, he ran across someone else, sending his lamp crashing down the floor and the liquor bottles broke into pieces, spilling the alcohol and staining the carpet with a strong pungent smell everywhere. The other person he knocked down is also not so lucky, having lost its only lamp. They both have to scamper in the dark.
"Whiskey? It figures. Don't walk out the hall with it." Ringed the sarcastic voice, "If you do, accidents like these happen! So would you mind?!"
"I'm not drunk damnit! You are the one who is not looking around!!"
"----Van?"
"Raven?!"
How many much in one day will he keep running across this jerk?
The two didn't have time to argue as the room security starts to approach near. "Humph. Looks like we are both in trouble, now."
"We don't have to argue!" Van frowned lightly, "Let's just go back to our rooms, shall we?"
They tried to run down the corridors but ended up tripping again to each other. 'It's so damn dark'! Raven said to himself,
"Van,"
"What?"
"Can't you see anything?"
"No!"
He sighed wearily, his tone reluctant. His first instinct is to knock the annoying jerks that are possibly in the corridors, but the second is to just let them look stupid. "Well then hold on me then," he grabbed the other youth's arm, wounding it both to his waist. "Just follow me,"
Van mumbled something incoherent and uneasily took hold both on Raven's waist, if they definitely want both of them to sneak back to their rooms fast without doing any accident (again) they had to rely on each other quick. They leaned to the walls and crawled-half squatting low to the floor hastily, with Raven splaying his hands on them, trying to figure every nook and cranny of a knob or a door.
"Is anyone out there?"
"Shit, Raven! Can't you move any faster?" Van cursed in a low voice.
"I won't if you are not slowing me down."
"ME?" His voice rose higher than a whisper, "You're the one who pulled me to lead us here!"
"----------------------"
"Hey? There is a lot of mess in here!!" the security exclaimed, "Someone's messing around outside!"
Raven is getting more and more frustrated, the corridors seem pathetically endless. 'I'll just find a damn empty room and get on it.' He said to himself, 'sides, it will be just for several minutes.' He felt success as his hands get hold of a small unlocked room, and quickly pulled Van inside once he made access. Raven sneaked neatly and quickly, while Van tumbled in with an 'oof' sound into the room. They were even luckier when they find the place totally unoccupied, meaning there is absolutely nothing there except the basic furniture.
He lighted the lamps in the room and then came a wincing sound from Van, "What now?" he said,
"None that you wouldn't mind," Van replied tartly, "I just get cuts from the bottles that had smashed through the floor."
"You're such a wuss fussing over small scratches."
"No one asked you."
"Yeah, sugar bear."
Van almost spat back, but he saw that Raven intended the teasing well naturedly, so he shut his trap. He is already blushing red as a tomato. "Don't remind me of that!" he mumbled, giving him with a furious dark glare.
Raven licked his lips absentmindedly, he somehow felt turned on just seeing his arch rival flush like that--- 'Damn---' and approached the kneeling figure by the floor.
"Let me take a look of it," he mumbled not knowing what possessed him, kneeling down over and inspecting Van's hands closely before the other boy could protest. There in his hands lay deep bleeding scratches done by the broken glasses and shards---which remind him of his scarred own. "They would leave scars, you know that?"
"I won't mind mine unlike you, Raven." The dark haired youth retorted, trying to pull his hands back. But surprisingly, Raven still holds them tightly. His face is dangerously close to Van's hands in just matter of centimeters.
"It's not fair, Flyheight---" he muttered almost hoarsely, that it made the other boy shudder. "Only I could give you such scars---" and to what Van watched in through shock, he saw that there is a languorous gaze in Raven's eyes and he proceeds to kiss-no, to lick his hand injuries. His tongue deliberately sponging his injured palms; washing the blood that had already seeped and crusted in his wounds. There escape a soft moan to Raven's mouth, as he nibbled one of his fingers gently.
It took a few minutes for Van to recover from the shock, and knowing what is happening, hastily drew off his hands from the other boy. With that, he raised one fist, and hit Raven solid to the jaw. The gray-haired pilot tumbled back upon impact,
"What the fuck---do you want?! Get up!" Van cried out, now very perplexed with his rival's sudden actions, his fists clenched defensively. However words escaped him as Raven quickly sat up, with one hand at the jaw. And instead of giving him the acid glare, he looked at his eyes---as he did awhile ago in the corridor---
Like he was looking to his soul, smiling.
*****
Between the wall and me, There is only you and two heart beats. Why must this be wrong, feel like this and, Why do your hands touch beyond skin? Ecstasy from the nothing, Desire beyond any control---
The want to make you feel, A reason you were looking for...to believe.
*****
---yay! Another chapter done ^-^---now to face that horrendous bitch called mental block *stares at chapter 3* ---- rav-chan
X'ss: Please bear with me and with the 'sugar bear' joke ^-^ I can't help myself! I would have made it to a title but it's too ridiculous for an R rating -_- and besides---there will be much worse than sugar bear in later parts :}
Sugar bear!
-RaVen0us
Part two: Flames of Passion
*****
With the depth of a bottomless pit I sink into your eyes. Through that window I enter a void, Where I wish to be Breeze-like kisses on your soft face My lips secretly wish.
*****
His indigo eyes fluttered in a half-closed manner as he rests lazily on his back, wondering those last words he said back at the dining room. 'The last thing in the world would be me calling you by that sissy name!!'
That's definitely like him.
'Raven!' he recalled the words dripping with venom, 'what brings you here?'
'None of your business' he retorted icily,
And the rest that he had said the whole evening must be a big fat joke. Raven frowned lightly, and shut his eyes closed. 'Come to think of it, I DID ask Flyheight first. And I'll say none of my business? Geez.' He didn't know what compelled him to talk to Van when he can't even stand the sight of him. He was affirmative that he wasn't being mind-tricked at that time. He just suddenly talked.
"What am I thinking?" he grumbled. It was at that time he realized that his reason and instinct took a sudden course of its own. He is the one who insisted to join Van at the table, he is the one who insisted for a small talk, it was he who he insisted that they are going to talk just like a pair of mature young-adults and anything to do with the battle is ABSOLUTELY off the topic. It was even he who foots the bill.
'I can't believe I even paid for the bill,' he muttered to himself again. Then with a voice that sounded more like an intense longing than harsh despite, Raven cursed "Damn it! Why wouldn't he just get out of my head! " Well for one, he was insanely obsessed all these years to finish him in battle. The memory of his own defeat few years back in the war burned deeply to his brain that soon enough he made his comeback intensely personal. Before, he wants to defeat Van because he is hindering his mission objective, Now, HE is his mission objective. Eliminate him at all cost; there had been a lot of encounters and a lot more of the battles that followed. He was not satisfied, and he wants more.
More than the rivalry, more than emerging the best there is. More than having Van defeated by his own scarred hands.
It is not the cold black rage that fills the depth of his soul, fuelling his obsession. It was a strong surge of emotion he was sure that was alien to him before. Definitely something else. But what is it?
"Whatever it is, it couldn't be worse than being called a sugar bear." He said, rephrasing the words that the other pilot told him before. It sounded so ridiculous and corny now that he thought about it, that Raven fell down from his bunk, hitting the floor carpet head first. Instead of muttering and cursing about his own foolishness, he finds himself in such irony, laughing. Not the cold mocking laugh, but a different refreshing whole- hearted one, out of pure jest. Since Raven is not used to such warm emotions, it took him several minutes to stop. It gave him stomach cramps, a head ache and a lot salty tears streaming down his eyes. But it's worth it, for he never had such light and ecstatic release in his whole life. He never felt any better.
"Hey, keep it down there will ya?" Came an irritated voice from another room, sending him back to reality. It was followed by a low, and concerned runt soon after, at the darker portion of his room.
"Me, Drunk? I guess so, shadow. But I never had any thing like this before." He said to his black organoid, who was partially hidden somewhere by the dark corner. There came a couple of thuds and kicks' coming from his direction and it was followed by another gruff. "Yes, I'll let you out the first thing when we get out of this ship." Raven still drift around with his organoid, but he can't travel in peace if he let the thing roam around freely in open air---so he shipped shadow in a crate box, and was sent to his room as 'fragile luggage'. It took some hefty sum and some intimidating threat to convince lifters not to inspect the excess baggage.
Pondering all the strange happenings in one night only made Raven dizzy. Shadow was right; he had one drink to many that he is acting a bit out of his usual self. He finally shut his eyes and decides to get some sleep, hoping all these will probably drift away like some strange dream.
*****
It is already 2 am,
And Van cannot sleep, he felt like he was in the North Pole. The crew informed everyone later that evening that something went wrong with the ventilation unit, making most of the rooms from the first class deck and economy rise into cold temperature. 'It's not only the ventilation that was affected' he cursed under the chilly air, as he placed another layer of clothes to keep him warm. '---even the friggin electricity is out!' He had bumped his head, knees and elbows a couple of times before he managed to light up two of the room's spare gas lamps. Now with an aching and freezing body, he has to kick and move within the covers just to keep himself warm. It still does not work, instead he felt he had to stand again for the umpteenth time to go and pee in the bathroom.
"What? I got it locked?" he groaned, this isn't just his day. Maybe he could bother someone to let him use their bathroom. After all, who could sleep at this darn condition? Frisking out his keys, he left and went down the corridor hall.
*****
"I can't sleep."
"Mrmvfng?"
"It's so friggin hot in here, Shadow."
"Mrmnvng?!?" what sounds like an objective metallic runt irritated Raven; he threw an accessory over the crate box. "God, why do I even bother asking you? You can't even feel anything!" he spat, rising up from his covers, nearly naked. (Yes, nearly naked ( - author). He had heard the crew right; every room is down to icy cold because of the ventilation problem: he can even see small misty fogs rolling out from his unit right now. "They're wrong, its so goddamn hot here as hell."
Honestly, the crew is actually right. He hates to say it, but the room was indeed cold. It must have been him all the time. It must have been him all the time feeling so hot, and that means more than literally.
"Fuck," It's the only word that he managed to say about his awkward situation, throwing himself back to the covers. "All I want is to sleep!"
Raven thought with the effect of two drinks he could easily drown his thoughts and go to la la land. But he wasn't, and instead the image of Van Flyheight was swimming in his head, as if it was a life review. The encounters with the pilot who has been his foe and greatest rival and for four years back to the present, was shown dramatically in his dreams as he stirred about restlessly. Thinking it was only his clothes making him feel uncomfortable, he stripped down nothing to only a pair of white boxers. But still unsatisfied, he threw off all his blankets to the floor. Trying to sleep with only big pillows, Raven plunged his head deep within the soft mattress, but the images pressed on and on. He felt a hot surge of flame down his lower body and later he turned around find himself experiencing something a bit too late, strange and TOO embarrassing for his age--- a wet hard on.
"That does it! I'm getting myself a cold shower!!" he spat furiously, quickly standing up and grabbing a robe by the dresser. 'This so ridiculous, I'm having wet dreams of Van Flyheight now?' why should he? Maybe he shouldn't have bothered talking with the prick at the first place when they met few hours ago. But then---why did he talk with him? A good nice friendly-not-so-like-him talk? It's because he is drawn to Van differently than it was before?
"No," he muttered, then cursing silently for the sudden involuntary flush coming from his cheeks. He tries turning the shower on, but the water came out weak. "Stupid so called-first class service." He tried to absentmindedly distract himself and turns down the water at the tub. Sitting down the neatly fur-covered toilet seat, he watched as the water starts to fill in. 'This damn tub will take forever'. He cursed again, and impatiently strode out of the bathroom. "Shadow, I'm going out for a walk. Don't do anything stupid."
Shadow grunted as if to complain, since what trouble can he do in a crate box anyway?
*****
Raven grabs a lamp and went out to the bleak long corridors of the first class deck. He could get himself some fresh air while he waits, trying to force strange thoughts away. He could see that he is not alone, someone else is outside. The person is wrapped in a sweater, obviously trying to get his hands warm and trying to figure his way around. That person might even face vault upon seeing the sight of him wearing nothing but a robe.
"Why can't I get you out of my head, Flyheight?! What is it about you?" He complained out loud. How can he talk to the person if he felt nothing but cold fury? Fury is the one that fuels his desire to defeat him in battle. Fury---
Fury is passion pent up for too long and it's deadly in strong intensity. Passion is the fury of love in its finest hour. Was it this new sensation he is starting to feel along---passion? Or is it---
"AND, who the hell are you?!" the moving figure in the corridors turned around, that voice, Raven realized, came from no one else's but Van. He can't reply back, and that irritated him more.
Lifting up his own lamp, the figure cautiously moved to his direction. "Look, I don't know if we ever met but whatever you w---"
The yellowish pale light illuminated the gray hair and the annoyed sharp indigo eyes. "RAVEN?"
Raven was right, and Van face vaulted at the sight of him. "It's so damn cold! What are you doing only wearing THOSE?"
He pulled the robe more tightly and crossed his arms around his chest, "That is none of your concern."
"So why on Zi did you call my name?"
"Call you? I didn't recall calling you." He whipped back a glance to the brunette coldly, "The hell do I know that you are the one walking around there. I'm just thinking."
"Cut the crap, Raven! I know you want to say something to me, so spit it out!" the tanned boy said angrily. The taller pilot somehow made Van shut up by just saying nothing, he just stared at him.
Raven's gaze seems to hold Van for a reason. 'His eyes, they are different' Van thought, they were looking at him in such an assessing manner as if he wants to explore the depths of his soul. Van's body responded to his scrutiny with an almost sensual shudder. He was furious.
'The conceited prig! Who in the world did he think he was to subject him to such deliberate insult?'
When he spoke, his voice was softer than he expected. "Ventilation problem too, ne?"
"Yes!" Van's word came out more defiant than intended, "So what do you want with me now?!"
Raven looked down at Van, as if he noticed something else with the youth. Then he looked up at him, a sly smile curved his lips.
"The public cubicle area would be just around the corner, just go to straight ahead and turn left. You wouldn't miss it."
He gave him a surprised look,
"Don't thank me." He said, signaling him to go away. "Just go."
****
'I don't have to thank him, I didn't even ask!' Van said, as he finally has taken a leak(. But without Raven, his gall bladder must have well turned into stone right now, he owe that to him, at least. He luminate his path as he cautiously go back to the corridors, and along the way saw some unattended food carts. Some are carrying liquor, and he took some. If he drinks enough of these things, he can warm up much faster.
"CRASH!!"
Suddenly, he ran across someone else, sending his lamp crashing down the floor and the liquor bottles broke into pieces, spilling the alcohol and staining the carpet with a strong pungent smell everywhere. The other person he knocked down is also not so lucky, having lost its only lamp. They both have to scamper in the dark.
"Whiskey? It figures. Don't walk out the hall with it." Ringed the sarcastic voice, "If you do, accidents like these happen! So would you mind?!"
"I'm not drunk damnit! You are the one who is not looking around!!"
"----Van?"
"Raven?!"
How many much in one day will he keep running across this jerk?
The two didn't have time to argue as the room security starts to approach near. "Humph. Looks like we are both in trouble, now."
"We don't have to argue!" Van frowned lightly, "Let's just go back to our rooms, shall we?"
They tried to run down the corridors but ended up tripping again to each other. 'It's so damn dark'! Raven said to himself,
"Van,"
"What?"
"Can't you see anything?"
"No!"
He sighed wearily, his tone reluctant. His first instinct is to knock the annoying jerks that are possibly in the corridors, but the second is to just let them look stupid. "Well then hold on me then," he grabbed the other youth's arm, wounding it both to his waist. "Just follow me,"
Van mumbled something incoherent and uneasily took hold both on Raven's waist, if they definitely want both of them to sneak back to their rooms fast without doing any accident (again) they had to rely on each other quick. They leaned to the walls and crawled-half squatting low to the floor hastily, with Raven splaying his hands on them, trying to figure every nook and cranny of a knob or a door.
"Is anyone out there?"
"Shit, Raven! Can't you move any faster?" Van cursed in a low voice.
"I won't if you are not slowing me down."
"ME?" His voice rose higher than a whisper, "You're the one who pulled me to lead us here!"
"----------------------"
"Hey? There is a lot of mess in here!!" the security exclaimed, "Someone's messing around outside!"
Raven is getting more and more frustrated, the corridors seem pathetically endless. 'I'll just find a damn empty room and get on it.' He said to himself, 'sides, it will be just for several minutes.' He felt success as his hands get hold of a small unlocked room, and quickly pulled Van inside once he made access. Raven sneaked neatly and quickly, while Van tumbled in with an 'oof' sound into the room. They were even luckier when they find the place totally unoccupied, meaning there is absolutely nothing there except the basic furniture.
He lighted the lamps in the room and then came a wincing sound from Van, "What now?" he said,
"None that you wouldn't mind," Van replied tartly, "I just get cuts from the bottles that had smashed through the floor."
"You're such a wuss fussing over small scratches."
"No one asked you."
"Yeah, sugar bear."
Van almost spat back, but he saw that Raven intended the teasing well naturedly, so he shut his trap. He is already blushing red as a tomato. "Don't remind me of that!" he mumbled, giving him with a furious dark glare.
Raven licked his lips absentmindedly, he somehow felt turned on just seeing his arch rival flush like that--- 'Damn---' and approached the kneeling figure by the floor.
"Let me take a look of it," he mumbled not knowing what possessed him, kneeling down over and inspecting Van's hands closely before the other boy could protest. There in his hands lay deep bleeding scratches done by the broken glasses and shards---which remind him of his scarred own. "They would leave scars, you know that?"
"I won't mind mine unlike you, Raven." The dark haired youth retorted, trying to pull his hands back. But surprisingly, Raven still holds them tightly. His face is dangerously close to Van's hands in just matter of centimeters.
"It's not fair, Flyheight---" he muttered almost hoarsely, that it made the other boy shudder. "Only I could give you such scars---" and to what Van watched in through shock, he saw that there is a languorous gaze in Raven's eyes and he proceeds to kiss-no, to lick his hand injuries. His tongue deliberately sponging his injured palms; washing the blood that had already seeped and crusted in his wounds. There escape a soft moan to Raven's mouth, as he nibbled one of his fingers gently.
It took a few minutes for Van to recover from the shock, and knowing what is happening, hastily drew off his hands from the other boy. With that, he raised one fist, and hit Raven solid to the jaw. The gray-haired pilot tumbled back upon impact,
"What the fuck---do you want?! Get up!" Van cried out, now very perplexed with his rival's sudden actions, his fists clenched defensively. However words escaped him as Raven quickly sat up, with one hand at the jaw. And instead of giving him the acid glare, he looked at his eyes---as he did awhile ago in the corridor---
Like he was looking to his soul, smiling.
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Between the wall and me, There is only you and two heart beats. Why must this be wrong, feel like this and, Why do your hands touch beyond skin? Ecstasy from the nothing, Desire beyond any control---
The want to make you feel, A reason you were looking for...to believe.
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---yay! Another chapter done ^-^---now to face that horrendous bitch called mental block *stares at chapter 3* ---- rav-chan