Wasteland
By spheeris1
Pairing: Saionji/Touga
Warnings/notes: See Author's Note
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'Let me take you there…for only a moment…please, come with me. Leave that twilight world behind. Take my hand and, just for a brief second, be with me…alone…'
*
Touga liked to drink, though he never seemed to get drunk.
And Touga never paid too much attention in class--but then, all the girls who he dated and dumped did the work for the him.
Touga looked best just at the break of dawn, sitting in the window sill and with his eyes closed.
Kyouichi made this his way to survive the days…to know Kiryuu Touga, inside-out.
His mother, that woman with whom Kyouichi never felt a connection, was worried. Teachers had called and complained. Classes skipped, grades dropping.
She lectured him and yelled and cried. But she did not get it, no one ever could…
Kyouichi just got up and left, stuffing some shirts and pants into a duffel bag.
He didn't look back to the faint amber lights in the windows of his childhood home.
He couldn't look back. He wouldn't look back.
Kyouichi no longer fit there.
Maybe he never did.
*
There was nowhere to go that night.
Kyouichi thought for a second of going to Touga's house.
Maybe the boy would let him in, sneak him past his adoptive father and into his room. And they could, perhaps, actually talk. Get to know one another. Really become friends…really…become something more…
Kyouichi did not do that though.
Instead, his feet took him to the forest. It was different at night.
Moonlight cutting holes through the canopy of leaves, showering select areas with phantom silver--turning brown dirt into a pale spot, creating an edge like a knife on a petal of red…
Kyouichi leaned down, using his bag for a pillow and crossed his arms tightly.
He imagined that those arms were Touga's arms.
*
They ran the whole way.
And at the bottom of the hill, they toppled down…drifting down like feathers…
'I love you…' The one boy whispered, his hair falling into his eyes and making him laugh.
He was spinning! He was out of control! It was wonderful!
The other boy, though, did not answer.
He was watching the clouds intently--seeing something the other boy did not, something the other boy could not. It takes a special kind of sight…a wicked brand of knowledge, to know what exactly to look for.
'That cloud looks like a castle.'
And the boy with the hair in his eyes and the laugh still lingering on his tongue--he looked up too late.
*
Two things happened.
Kyouichi woke up and it was still night. The muscles in his neck were knotted something awful.
And then a hand clamped over his mouth.
Kyouichi jerked up and tried to rip the hand away, but the grip was very tight.
'Shhh…it's me…' A voice said from the darkness, but it was unmistakable. It was Touga.
The fingers slipped away, dragging ever so lightly over Kyouichi's lips.
As quickly as fear came, it went…replaced, as always, with the faint churning of desire.
Kyouichi cleared his throat nervously.
'How did you find me?'
Touga chuckled and stepped into some light. It made him look like a ghost.
'Funny…I dreamed that you were here.'
They both stood there silent for a moment. The light scent of flowers drifted in the air and Touga shut his eyes, looking so unbelievably at peace. So beautiful.
Kyouichi did not think about it.
It just was meant to happen that way. Some things cannot be avoided.
So, Kyouichi leaned forward and pressed his lips to Touga's. And the other boy did not pull away, he returned the kiss--his velvet tongue slipped inside Kyouichi's mouth.
And they dropped to the ground.
Somewhere, in the back of his mind, Kyouichi studied this moment. It was what he wanted more than anything, yet…there was a sense of hollowness to it all.
Touga's skin was soft. And his kisses were hot, his hands experienced.
But his eyes--dear fucking god--they were full of malice.
Kyouichi, in the present, did not see it. He was caught up in a fever that could not seem to break--kissing and biting and touching and grinding his hips against Touga's thigh.
When Touga guided Kyouichi's head downward and unzipped his fly, the boy knew what Touga wanted and gave in all too easily. In the back of his mind, though, it was as if he could hear Touga's thoughts--- 'I am not a prince do you see the castle I will wear a rose for you'
Those whisperings fluttered away like moths as Touga bucked into Kyouichi's mouth.
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TBC
