+ Tittle Narcotic Love +
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Written by PinkSpider
Notes: POC of Ran. Shounen ai, hints of sex between two male characters.
Pairing: BradxRan
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The sky roared as it burst opened, bearing white hot flames of anger as it simmered slowly, awaiting for the next chance to strike, to choose its next victim and display its godly temper. The darkened clouds rolled into sight, hindering the raw power of the thunder's next strike, like a mother sheltering her child from the wrath of gods, willing to bear the resentment and the distaste of the immortals if it had meant protection and the safety of her child. Her cold tears, a heartbreaking symbol of her sin of defying the will of the heavens, showered earth with its sorrow and unyielding love.
Another flash of pure sliver streaked across the softness of the gloomy clouds followed by the ear splitting clap that sounded, so hurtful that all the children wailed, and adults winced. Thunderstorms were torturing, so undisguised in its hatred for human kinds that it was almost a sin for anyone one to love it at all.
And it was a sin for me to love the thunderstorm, just as it was a sin for a man to love a man. Yet it was something that I could not change, or rather, something that I was not able to change. Just like my life, so drenched in its ecstasy at the miserable fates of others, relishing in the crimson blood spilled by so many evil doers. But even as my blade sliced through the skin, the flesh, the bones, I knew that deep down, they were just humans, just fathers trying to get the best for their daughters and sons, husbands trying to please their wives with all the riches in the world.
They were not evil. They were misguided. In that case, was I the evil one here? I failed in trying to convince myself that the killings I had done would save thousands and thousands of innocent souls. The image of a helpless child crying, trying to toss his little body into the flames that would soon consume all the sins that had been committed by his father, but held back by his crying mother haunted me. And the pitiful sight of a lady wrecked with grief but trying to be strong for her children. Was I wrong? I could not help but asked myself. Was I right in deciding that the mistake made by others was so wrong that they deserve the final judgment that I had served? Was I the savior, or the murder?
I did not know. I was not sure if I wanted to know either. I had been trying to convince myself that what I had been doing was right, but the dreary, sickening feeling that accompanied with each slaughtering informed me otherwise. But I could not stop feeling this way. And in the end, I was just a hired assassin, a tool of the rich and powerful and a fool who believed the lies fed to him.
I had sinned, had been buried so deep within my sins that I could find not way to atone for all the mistakes I had made. Maybe what you told me to do was right. Stop feeling. Concentrate on completing the mission, getting the commission, pay for imouto's hospital fees, to keep Weiss together and to continue to be a flower boy. Just continue to live until I died and got kicked into hell to be burned for eternity.
In the mean time, let me wept in your arms for a while, under this thunderstorm, under the wrath of the gods. Let my cries be drowned by the roaring wind, and my tears concealed by the beating rain. Let me shiver in your embrace under the pretenses of the chill and for a moment, forget the boundaries which had held us apart for so long. Forget the missions, forget our responsibility, forget how to be strong for this minute and let me bare myself to you, let me be vulnerable in your arms. For now, we were just lovers, holding each other close to our hearts, cherishing the times we had together, even though it was stolen from fate herself.
"What do I do now?"
Your armani suit was getting as soaked as my clothes. I refused to feel guilty. At least, it showed that you cared more about me that your armani suits. I pushed the strangely satisfying thought out of my head and looked up. Raindrops trailed their way down my face, hiding the evidence of my tears. You looked back at me with your amber eyes, spectacles splattered by the crystalline droplets of the storm. Even so, you managed to look comforting, to me at least, in this demise I had managed to find myself in. You were the oracle; you knew everything that would happen. But it was not the knowledge that had made me feel secured in your presence. It was this indescribable feeling we both shared, the experience of being alone and desperate.
"I am staying. They need me, or they won't make it at all."
The words were hard and stiff, but the man who spoken it was not. I knew you truly cared for your team, not unlike me.
" Then I'm staying too. I won't leave them just like that."
"I know."
Silence. Words were not required. So we stood, embraced like the forbidden lovers we were in the middle of a thunderstorm in a dark, narrow alley.
"My place?"
Your chest rumbled against my cheeks as you spoke, your deep voice sounding almost loving as you caressed my back. Both of us know that this would be one of the few times we could see each other without any responsibility holding us back. We were no longer enemies, but we were still the leaders of different teams with different principles.
"Aaa."
We walked back to the apartment you had bought. It looked the same since I last saw it, neat and efficient. The only luxury item in the apartment would be the white ivory piano residing at the corner of the living room, by the side of the ceiling to floor glass windows. You bought it because I liked listening to you playing the piano. I remembered feeling touched. It was my birthday then, wasn't it? You gave me a rose too. Another stolen moment from fate.
The lights were not needed. The lightening was bright enough. We fumbled through the living room, making a mess out of the carpet as we dripped our way into the bathroom. You had kicked your shoes off at the front of the door, as I had, and was now pulling me into the clean, and spacious bathroom.
You peeled off your armani suit, dumping the soaked clothes into a basket as I did the same to my own shirt and pants. Next were our undergarments, my boxers and your briefs. I watched the muscles on your back rippled under the harsh fluorescence light as you turned your back towards me in favor of adjusting the temperature in the shower. I was being a sentimental fool in asking you to meet me at the place where we had our first mutual attraction anyway, despite the rain. I had not thought that you would really show up. But you did. And I felt contented to know that I meant at least that much to you.
I would be contented to watch you from the distance, but the weather was cold and I was wet. I walked towards you, wrapping my cold arms around your waist, my head resting lightly on your shoulders as you fumbled with the gadget with numb fingers. I watched as your spectacles fogged up as the steam started to rise from the hot water. I smiled. I never ceased to feel amused by the sight of you with fogged up spectacles.
I took them off. You turned and smiled at me. It was the smile that was never shown to anyone but me, at least to my knowledge.
You pulled me into the hot spraying water as you entered the shower, drenching us both with warmth, chasing away the chill of the rainy evening. The walls and the glass of the shower door were damp with the water vapor rising from the hot shower, making the walls slippery with the condensed water. You pushed me against one of the walls, kissing me even as the hot water continued its comforting shower.
I closed my eyes, wanting to savor the taste of you, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin on mine until the next time we met. Or if we meet at all.
My hands crept up along your sides, brushing them lightly as I caressed up your back, lingering a while at you shoulders blades before reaching up to the back of your neck and playing with the longer strands of your black, damp hair.
Your arms slide from my hand to my waist, holding me up against you. As much as I hated it, you were taller than me, so I arched back with my feet tip-toeing, tilting my head back as you broke off the kiss before nipping your way to my neck. I let out a moan, knowing how much you loved to hear me voicing my pleasure.
I didn't know which was hotter, the water, or us in the small, shower room. I wasn't too sure if the steam was just from the hot shower either. I only knew that you held me close throughout the whole night, your breath stirring the tiny hairs at the back of my neck as my back pressed against your chest.
I fell asleep while listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, wondering how long I would have to wait for the next encounter.
That night, I had a strangely happy dream. In that dream, you told me you loved me. I knew it was just my imagination. You weren't the sentimental type, nor were you the type of person who was overflowing with love words. But the words felt real enough. Suddenly, I wanted you to tell me you love me. I want the confirmation of your feelings for me.
But you were sleeping so peacefully, with the awakening rays of the morning sun glowing so gently on your relaxed features. I could not bear to wake you up, knowing just how rare a good night's sleep was to you. So I contented myself by watching you sleep, until the clock showed me it was time for me to go back and play the role of a leader, and tell the rest of the team what I had decided.
I left you breakfast and coffee on the table, with a copy of the newspaper by the side of the seat you usually used. A post-it note was left on the table with a white rose as well.
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Brad,
Remember to take your breakfast before rushing to work. A white rose in return to the crimson one you gave me. Happy Birthday.
Love, Ran
+ EnD +
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Since so many people have requested for me to continue this fic, and I am feeling a little bored at home. Well, this is another chapter. Hope you had enjoyed it. Please drop me a line at my email or post a comment to tell me if you want this series to continue.
My thanks to:
Yami no Tenshi Simply Kim Misura V0rT3XtRemE aNGeLz3x anamie bluerock-nakie
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Written by PinkSpider
Notes: POC of Ran. Shounen ai, hints of sex between two male characters.
Pairing: BradxRan
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The sky roared as it burst opened, bearing white hot flames of anger as it simmered slowly, awaiting for the next chance to strike, to choose its next victim and display its godly temper. The darkened clouds rolled into sight, hindering the raw power of the thunder's next strike, like a mother sheltering her child from the wrath of gods, willing to bear the resentment and the distaste of the immortals if it had meant protection and the safety of her child. Her cold tears, a heartbreaking symbol of her sin of defying the will of the heavens, showered earth with its sorrow and unyielding love.
Another flash of pure sliver streaked across the softness of the gloomy clouds followed by the ear splitting clap that sounded, so hurtful that all the children wailed, and adults winced. Thunderstorms were torturing, so undisguised in its hatred for human kinds that it was almost a sin for anyone one to love it at all.
And it was a sin for me to love the thunderstorm, just as it was a sin for a man to love a man. Yet it was something that I could not change, or rather, something that I was not able to change. Just like my life, so drenched in its ecstasy at the miserable fates of others, relishing in the crimson blood spilled by so many evil doers. But even as my blade sliced through the skin, the flesh, the bones, I knew that deep down, they were just humans, just fathers trying to get the best for their daughters and sons, husbands trying to please their wives with all the riches in the world.
They were not evil. They were misguided. In that case, was I the evil one here? I failed in trying to convince myself that the killings I had done would save thousands and thousands of innocent souls. The image of a helpless child crying, trying to toss his little body into the flames that would soon consume all the sins that had been committed by his father, but held back by his crying mother haunted me. And the pitiful sight of a lady wrecked with grief but trying to be strong for her children. Was I wrong? I could not help but asked myself. Was I right in deciding that the mistake made by others was so wrong that they deserve the final judgment that I had served? Was I the savior, or the murder?
I did not know. I was not sure if I wanted to know either. I had been trying to convince myself that what I had been doing was right, but the dreary, sickening feeling that accompanied with each slaughtering informed me otherwise. But I could not stop feeling this way. And in the end, I was just a hired assassin, a tool of the rich and powerful and a fool who believed the lies fed to him.
I had sinned, had been buried so deep within my sins that I could find not way to atone for all the mistakes I had made. Maybe what you told me to do was right. Stop feeling. Concentrate on completing the mission, getting the commission, pay for imouto's hospital fees, to keep Weiss together and to continue to be a flower boy. Just continue to live until I died and got kicked into hell to be burned for eternity.
In the mean time, let me wept in your arms for a while, under this thunderstorm, under the wrath of the gods. Let my cries be drowned by the roaring wind, and my tears concealed by the beating rain. Let me shiver in your embrace under the pretenses of the chill and for a moment, forget the boundaries which had held us apart for so long. Forget the missions, forget our responsibility, forget how to be strong for this minute and let me bare myself to you, let me be vulnerable in your arms. For now, we were just lovers, holding each other close to our hearts, cherishing the times we had together, even though it was stolen from fate herself.
"What do I do now?"
Your armani suit was getting as soaked as my clothes. I refused to feel guilty. At least, it showed that you cared more about me that your armani suits. I pushed the strangely satisfying thought out of my head and looked up. Raindrops trailed their way down my face, hiding the evidence of my tears. You looked back at me with your amber eyes, spectacles splattered by the crystalline droplets of the storm. Even so, you managed to look comforting, to me at least, in this demise I had managed to find myself in. You were the oracle; you knew everything that would happen. But it was not the knowledge that had made me feel secured in your presence. It was this indescribable feeling we both shared, the experience of being alone and desperate.
"I am staying. They need me, or they won't make it at all."
The words were hard and stiff, but the man who spoken it was not. I knew you truly cared for your team, not unlike me.
" Then I'm staying too. I won't leave them just like that."
"I know."
Silence. Words were not required. So we stood, embraced like the forbidden lovers we were in the middle of a thunderstorm in a dark, narrow alley.
"My place?"
Your chest rumbled against my cheeks as you spoke, your deep voice sounding almost loving as you caressed my back. Both of us know that this would be one of the few times we could see each other without any responsibility holding us back. We were no longer enemies, but we were still the leaders of different teams with different principles.
"Aaa."
We walked back to the apartment you had bought. It looked the same since I last saw it, neat and efficient. The only luxury item in the apartment would be the white ivory piano residing at the corner of the living room, by the side of the ceiling to floor glass windows. You bought it because I liked listening to you playing the piano. I remembered feeling touched. It was my birthday then, wasn't it? You gave me a rose too. Another stolen moment from fate.
The lights were not needed. The lightening was bright enough. We fumbled through the living room, making a mess out of the carpet as we dripped our way into the bathroom. You had kicked your shoes off at the front of the door, as I had, and was now pulling me into the clean, and spacious bathroom.
You peeled off your armani suit, dumping the soaked clothes into a basket as I did the same to my own shirt and pants. Next were our undergarments, my boxers and your briefs. I watched the muscles on your back rippled under the harsh fluorescence light as you turned your back towards me in favor of adjusting the temperature in the shower. I was being a sentimental fool in asking you to meet me at the place where we had our first mutual attraction anyway, despite the rain. I had not thought that you would really show up. But you did. And I felt contented to know that I meant at least that much to you.
I would be contented to watch you from the distance, but the weather was cold and I was wet. I walked towards you, wrapping my cold arms around your waist, my head resting lightly on your shoulders as you fumbled with the gadget with numb fingers. I watched as your spectacles fogged up as the steam started to rise from the hot water. I smiled. I never ceased to feel amused by the sight of you with fogged up spectacles.
I took them off. You turned and smiled at me. It was the smile that was never shown to anyone but me, at least to my knowledge.
You pulled me into the hot spraying water as you entered the shower, drenching us both with warmth, chasing away the chill of the rainy evening. The walls and the glass of the shower door were damp with the water vapor rising from the hot shower, making the walls slippery with the condensed water. You pushed me against one of the walls, kissing me even as the hot water continued its comforting shower.
I closed my eyes, wanting to savor the taste of you, wanting to memorize the feel of your skin on mine until the next time we met. Or if we meet at all.
My hands crept up along your sides, brushing them lightly as I caressed up your back, lingering a while at you shoulders blades before reaching up to the back of your neck and playing with the longer strands of your black, damp hair.
Your arms slide from my hand to my waist, holding me up against you. As much as I hated it, you were taller than me, so I arched back with my feet tip-toeing, tilting my head back as you broke off the kiss before nipping your way to my neck. I let out a moan, knowing how much you loved to hear me voicing my pleasure.
I didn't know which was hotter, the water, or us in the small, shower room. I wasn't too sure if the steam was just from the hot shower either. I only knew that you held me close throughout the whole night, your breath stirring the tiny hairs at the back of my neck as my back pressed against your chest.
I fell asleep while listening to the rhythmic beating of your heart, wondering how long I would have to wait for the next encounter.
That night, I had a strangely happy dream. In that dream, you told me you loved me. I knew it was just my imagination. You weren't the sentimental type, nor were you the type of person who was overflowing with love words. But the words felt real enough. Suddenly, I wanted you to tell me you love me. I want the confirmation of your feelings for me.
But you were sleeping so peacefully, with the awakening rays of the morning sun glowing so gently on your relaxed features. I could not bear to wake you up, knowing just how rare a good night's sleep was to you. So I contented myself by watching you sleep, until the clock showed me it was time for me to go back and play the role of a leader, and tell the rest of the team what I had decided.
I left you breakfast and coffee on the table, with a copy of the newspaper by the side of the seat you usually used. A post-it note was left on the table with a white rose as well.
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Brad,
Remember to take your breakfast before rushing to work. A white rose in return to the crimson one you gave me. Happy Birthday.
Love, Ran
+ EnD +
********************************************
Since so many people have requested for me to continue this fic, and I am feeling a little bored at home. Well, this is another chapter. Hope you had enjoyed it. Please drop me a line at my email or post a comment to tell me if you want this series to continue.
My thanks to:
Yami no Tenshi Simply Kim Misura V0rT3XtRemE aNGeLz3x anamie bluerock-nakie
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