Wasteland
By spheeris1
Pairing: Saionji/Touga
Warnings/notes: See Author's Note
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Every morning, long before the school was running over with other students, the two boys practiced.
Kyouichi felt so rusty in his moves. Kiryuu Touga seemed so fluid.
It was like a stream meeting a mountain.
Kyouichi felt the picture of his father mocking him from the dusty corner.
Once over, they pressed wet cloths to their foreheads, to cool down and ladled water to replenish.
All you could hear was matched breathing.
And birds outside, the slight rustle of leaves, the very distant hum of traffic…
Kyouichi found himself always watching Kiryuu Touga from the edge of his vision. Watching the other boy drink, his throat moving in a rolling wave of ivory skin. Watching the other boy wipe down his katana with grace and ease. Watching, just watching…
'You are like those girls in school!' A voice inside Kyouichi's brain hissed and he quickly looked to the floor, heat rising up his face.
He hoped the other boy would not notice or mistake the blush for remaining exertion. Kyouichi always seemed to make a fool of himself in front of this boy.
The pencil. The lunch. The poor sparring skill. The blush staining his cheeks.
'Thank you, Saionji.' Kiryuu Touga said with a bow, like he did every other morning. He insisted on calling Kyouichi by his last name. He said it was 'more fitting somehow'. Kyouichi never said the other boys name at all.
It would be only right to call him Kiryuu, to show respect.
And it would be…almost…fantastical to call him Touga. Kyouichi thought the boy's name—Touga—was something magical and dangerous.
You should never say it. Never say it…
**
It had become a habit now. He would conceal packs in his coat pocket and light up right after school. And the smoke would trail upward as he walked his path in the woods, disappearing into the sky.
His lungs no longer rejected the toxic fumes. They now craved it, needed it.
He would stub out the cigarette on his boot heel and tuck it into the pack. Other guys would have just flicked it to the ground.
Kyouichi didn't want to soil this place.
It was sacred. It was untouched. And as long as it was his, it would not be ruined. Sanctuary came with responsibility.
And any other time, Kyouichi found himself—like everyone else—caught up in Kiryuu Touga.
The boy was dating a girl now. Everyone was jealous.
Kyouichi was annoyed when, during their practice, the boy's cell-phone would starting ringing.
He would slam his katana down roughly and walk out, not bothering to continue…not wanting to hear Kiryuu Touga laugh and woo, not wanting to hear that voice be so damn smooth…
Kyouichi felt within him the first odd and desperate feelings of longing.
To have Kiryuu Touga's company, to be the only one to have it.
To shove this girl away, to shove everyone away…except for them…
These emotions would rise up daily, trying to burn Kyouichi's heart from the inside. It was driving him mad.
He did not want to feel this way. No one had ever made him feel so…so…important and then insignificant. Not a single face had made Kyouichi act stupid and weak.
It was not that Kyouichi had not fooled around.
He had kissed girls and gone on dates. He had had dreams that would awake him. His hands had taken care of morning hard-ons, straining as if with a fever for release.
This was different though.
It smacked of obsession.
And Kyouichi felt powerless to stop it.
**
It was just a thought at first.
An angry and needy thought. The other boy did not show up for a spar. And Kyouichi walked to the classroom slowly. He ignored any small attempts at conversation or socializing. A small voice said that Kyouichi should find out why the other boy did not show up.
Once Kiryuu Touga did make it in, the boy looked as always. Perfect. Maybe the hair was little less straight, but that could have been the wind…
The eyes of an unmatched blue seemed a little dull, but it could just be today's lesson in class.
Kyouichi watched the boy's fingers for a moment, watched them clinch suddenly…then let go…and that is when the thought became a reality.
Kyouichi did not want to admit that he just wanted to follow the other boy.
Wanted to see where he lived, what he did after school and so on…
He made it about principle—if you cannot make an appointment, you should at least apologize.
So, when school was over, Kyouichi did not take his path.
Instead he followed Kiryuu Touga to the curb, where a car pulled up and the boy seemed to wave it away…Kyouichi could not hear what was said from his hiding place.
Then the boy began to walk, long strides down the sidewalk and crossing streets, darting in and out of traffic. Kyouichi kept back several hundred feet, always keeping his steps light.
If he got caught…if that happened…Kyouichi would be ruined.
The whole school would know of his…unnatural interest in Kiryuu Touga. His family name would be shamed. He would probably have to leave the town.
Kyouichi paused at one corner and puzzled over the other boys actions.
Kiryuu Touga went inside a building, one with chipped paint and dirty steps. Kyouichi had heard of these places from other boys. It was for prostitutes, it was a whorehouse…did the boy go here? Did he pay for sex?
That idea almost made Kyouichi laugh out loud.
Kiryuu Touga would never have to pay for that kind of attention.
Then the boy re-emerged, in different clothes…the school uniform gone…something a bit more tight.
They looked like leather pants. And a shirt with no sleeves, sheer material. The boy leaned against the step railing, tossing his impossibly long red hair back and crossing his arms.
People slowed down as they passed, mainly older men. They talked to him and smiled at him and caressed his exposed arms.
And the boy smiled at them, a wanton and devious smile.
Kyouichi felt his eyes widen and time stop.
'He is not a customer…he is not here to pay and get some cheap girl…he is one of them…' The words ran through Kyouichi's mind, yet they did not make much sense to him.
Kyouichi did not understand. And it was making him angry once more—that the boy had this secret life that Kyouichi had no knowledge of, that these disgusting men were putting their disgusting hands all over Touga's body…
Touga's…body…
Kyouichi turned away and closed his eyes.
The blood was rushing to his groin at an alarming rate with just the thought of the other boy, naked and sweat-covered and wanting.
And someone else would get that image…some dirty pervert would get that…
Kyouichi pushed away from the wall and walked toward the boy, his fists so tight that his fingers threatened to crack under the pressure.
The other boy glanced at him and did not seemed surprised. He actually fucking grinned!
Kyouichi stood there, with Touga grinning at him and some man looking at him curiously.
'Do the two of you work as a team?' The man asked softly, his face giving away the pleasure of such a prospect. Kyouichi was about to punch the guy when Touga stepped in coolly.
'How much you willing to pay if we do?' Touga asked, nonchalantly slipping his arm around Kyouichi's waist and pulling him close.
Kyouichi tried to rein in all his warring feelings: the anger still lingering, the shock, the feeling of Touga against him. All the wires were getting crossed in his brain and causing violent eruptions.
'I..I don't want to get hurt or anything…' The man stuttered, casting a worried look at Kyouichi and his dark glare.
'We won't hurt you…will we, Saionji?' Touga whispered the last bit into Kyouichi's ear.
Hot breath and lips grazing his earlobe, Kyouichi thought his knees might give way underneath him.
And, as if bewitched by Touga's prescence, Kyouichi answered in a daze.
'No…no one will hurt you…'
***
TBC
