Author's Note :
The reviews for the last chapter were simply....oh god, I have absolutely no words. I can't comment on all of them because it would waste so much space and I don't want to bore you all with my worthless sentences of thanks. I just want to tell everybody who reviewed that YOU GUYS ARE THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE and that I love you all to pieces.
Part 3
A firecracker burst into a million little lights in the midnight sky.
It seemed that Ginji and Natsumi thought that New Year would never be complete without at least a few of those things, and dragged every last one of us to the beach to celebrate. Currently both of them were jumping up and down and clapping incessantly every time Paul bent over to light one, and at the rate they were going, it seemed as if they would never stop.
I let a tiny grin appear on my face. Childish, both of them, but it was good to know that not all of us were completely jaded.
On the farther side of the beach, Madoka and Shido were sitting in front of the fireplace, not quite touching each other because etiquette and propriety got in the way, but close enough that most people can feel that they were "involved" with each other.
I rolled my eyes and "tsked" at the thought. If I could have my way, I'd inject the monkey tamer with some sort of aphrodisiac just so I can save Madoka all the agony of having to wait for him to make the first move. Stupid monkey would take forever to propose to the damn girl.
And speaking of propriety, a little farther away from that couple were Kadsuki and Jubei, walking slowly along the shoreline and observing the antics of everyone else around them. I had to suppress a cackle of sheer amusement when I saw needle-boy turn stiff as a rod the moment Kadsuki tugged at his hand to get him to hurry up. If Shido was proper and shit, then hell, needle-boy was the veritable Lord of the Stick-Shoved-So- High-Up-The-Ass. He was so uptight that in my opinion, he needed to be anally raped. Twice.
He shook his head and combed back unruly bangs. Kadsuki was going to have a hard time with that one, but if the covert looks that Kadsuki kept shooting and Jubei kept ignoring were anything to go by, then Jubei better ready his virginal ass.
A scream of pure pain suddenly shattered my thoughts this quiet night, and I turned to see Paul hopping on one foot and cradling the other, which Hevn had apparently kicked in frustration. Himiko was having a hard time controlling her laughter, clutching her stomach in a desperate attempt to contain her mirth.
"I told you THRICE to pack those things in the car first and now you're telling me you LEFT THEM?!?!" Another dull thud as a steel high heeled boot made contact with a bare ankle, and another muffled cry of pure agony from the poor redhead echoed through the empty beach.
Sweet. A little violent, but sweet nevertheless. Like the firecrackers that burst overhead, I knew beauty when I saw it, and if the contentment and warmth that was permeating in the air wasn't beauty, then I did not know what was.
Another rocket shot to the sky, and for a moment the whole are was bathed in green and yellow. For no apparent reason, the hair on the back of my forearms began to rise even though I could find no particular explanation for it to do so. It only did that when...
Well, so maybe there was a reason.
My heels dug into the shifting white sands as I turned and headed back for the lodges Madoka had rented for our own personal use. I could feel it humming throughout my body, vibrating with barely suppressed excitement . He was here. How in the hell he had managed to follow all of us halfway across Japan was a mystery I would have to ask him later, but right now, all I could focus on was the delicious thrill that shot up and down my spine at the very thought of having him near once more for almost a week of separation.
Chastity was clearly not my thing.
Sand slowly turned into jutting planks of polished wood as I made my way up the cabin, my mind distantly counting the number of steps I was taking towards my room. The feeling had become undeniable now, turning into a jumpiness in my gut that could not be ignored.
I was heading for danger, wasn't I? Heading for a situation that was dodgy at best and precarious at worst. But my feet didn't seem to want to listen to the logic of my brain, treading inexorably towards him as if they were magnetized and under some sort of spell.
I would know. I am the wielder of the almighty Jaggan, aren't I?
The golden knob of my room was in front of me before I knew it, staring up at me and reflecting my distorted face on its circular surface. My fingers hesitated for a moment at my side, pausing in mid air.
What if he wasn't here? What if I was just hallucinating? What if all I felt was just a rush of cool air? Maybe I'm insane for being here.
The thud of approaching footsteps prompted me to finally place my palm on the cold metal handle, and with a sudden intake of breath, I pushed open the door.
Nothing out of the ordinary greeted my searching gaze, and I felt the tide of disappointment threaten to come crashing over me. I didn't really know why I felt let down. I just did.
So I am some crazy piece of shit with an over-active libido.
"Took you long enough to come here."
The door to the bathroom opened with a slight creak, and with the fog of steam emerged none other than Akabane, clad only in a white terry towel at his waist and the usual air of indifference that hung off of him like perfume.
The wave of disappointment mentioned earlier evaporated miraculously within the blink of an eye, like a puddle in the middle of June. Was this a good thing? Was this a bad thing? I think I'll think about that later, after the sex.
"So you came to crash the party, huh?" The biting reply was at my lips in a second, a reflex that I had developed because of the relationship I kept with him. It was... a defense of sorts. And it was fun, taunting him with words.
"It doesn't look as if I'm unwanted though, and it even seems as if I've been expected." Long fingers rake back strands of raven black hair away from his face, and amethyst eyes regarded me from beneath half-closed eyelids.
"So you came here for the fireworks I presume?" The sarcasm dripped like rain from my voice, and I leaned back on the door frame to watch him move about. I wasn't going to prostate myself on the floor just for sex, no matter how much I wanted to. I had more pride than that.
I think.
The soles of his feet barely made any noise on the polished wooden floor as he walked towards me with a Cheshire cat grin on his face, hips swaying slightly to some distant tune only he could hear.
"You could probably say that." The sexual undertone informed me that "fireworks" had just taken a completely new meaning, one that I approved of completely. Agile fingers began undoing the buttons of my white polo shirt with the expertise of a long time lover, the tips teasingly light over my skin. I replied by biting his lower lip, sucking at the tender piece of flesh as if it were some sort of lifeline.
He drew back with that shit-eating grin still in place.
"You missed me." Not a question, but a statement of a fact that I couldn't deny. So I didn't.
"Cut the crap and the foreplay. I'm top tonight." Was my deadpan reply, as I nipped impatiently at his earlobe. A breathless chuckle brushed past my ear as he complied with my order and cut my jeans to tatters with a flick of his wrist.
"You mean to tell me that I've traveled for 8 straight hours with unbelievably frustrating people just to get fucked up the ass by you?" His tone of mock disbelief and incredulity made me roll my eyes for the nth time this night.
"Uh....yes?"
I felt his patented smirk spread ceremoniously on the flesh of my shoulder.
"Don't get used to this Mido-kun."
I "hmphed" inaudibly.
"Don't get your hopes up."
The last shreds of my clothing fell to the floor along with his towel in an undignified heap in the middle of the room as we collapsed together in a jumble of flushed skin and muted gasps on the bed.
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I found him sitting on the windowsill, hours later, watching the myriad display of fireworks still exploding in the sky. The theatrical colors were reflected wantonly across his face, the scarlet red of one turning his eyes into a mirror of dark violet glass, and the azure blue of another turning them into pools of depthless black the next heartbeat.
He could be a total heart-stopper if he wanted to be.
"What are you doing?"
A smile played on his lips, but other than that, he didn't move another muscle.
"I told you I was going to watch the fireworks."
And he had, hadn't he? Arranging the blankets so that they hung and covered me comfortably, not understanding why I bothered being modest with a man I just fucked into the mattress. Some sort of code of honor?
Ah, who the hell cares.
I placed myself opposite him, bringing along a pack of cigs I found lying around on the floor. I put it between us, and after a few moments, he takes one out and grabs the lighter I just used.
He took one slow drag and suddenly speaks.
"You've fucked anyone else these past few weeks?"
The question made the smoke he was about to inhale all go down the wrong pipe, made his eyes water and his throat itch irritatingly.
"What the hell...?!? What kind of question is that?!?"
His eyes never left mine for a second, shadowed and covered so I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but something akin to deadly seriousness and thoughtfulness lurked just under the surface, flickering in and out like a dysfunctional light bulb.
"Just answer the question Mido-kun. Have you slept with anybody this month other than me?"
My head instantly came up with a blank line that seemed to stretch on to infinity.
He seemed to have read my mind because he shook his head and sighed.
"Me neither."
The silence that followed was heavy with unsaid thoughts. It wasn't supposes to have turned out like this. I fuck him, he fucks me, and in the next hour, we'd both be screwing other people. Mere fuck buddies, perfect example of the word.
Were we getting... attached?
The thought sent a chill up and down my spine.
"This doesn't mean anything you know." I said it a little too hastily, the words nearly tripping over themselves. This meant absolutely nothing. So what if I hadn't gotten another girl for the past few weeks? The moment I get back to Shinjuku I can seduce every girl in the damn town. And every damn guy if I too, for good measure.
"Yes. You're right."
And both of us went back to watching the multicolored lights fill the dawn tinged sky, and I found myself what the hell I had gotten myself into.
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This thing just seems getting longer and longer. So what do you think? Did I satisfy all your Akabane x Ban cravings? *cackles* Or did I just ruin the effect of the first two chapters?
REVIEWS!!! Teeheehee.
-fatalis
The reviews for the last chapter were simply....oh god, I have absolutely no words. I can't comment on all of them because it would waste so much space and I don't want to bore you all with my worthless sentences of thanks. I just want to tell everybody who reviewed that YOU GUYS ARE THE BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE and that I love you all to pieces.
Part 3
A firecracker burst into a million little lights in the midnight sky.
It seemed that Ginji and Natsumi thought that New Year would never be complete without at least a few of those things, and dragged every last one of us to the beach to celebrate. Currently both of them were jumping up and down and clapping incessantly every time Paul bent over to light one, and at the rate they were going, it seemed as if they would never stop.
I let a tiny grin appear on my face. Childish, both of them, but it was good to know that not all of us were completely jaded.
On the farther side of the beach, Madoka and Shido were sitting in front of the fireplace, not quite touching each other because etiquette and propriety got in the way, but close enough that most people can feel that they were "involved" with each other.
I rolled my eyes and "tsked" at the thought. If I could have my way, I'd inject the monkey tamer with some sort of aphrodisiac just so I can save Madoka all the agony of having to wait for him to make the first move. Stupid monkey would take forever to propose to the damn girl.
And speaking of propriety, a little farther away from that couple were Kadsuki and Jubei, walking slowly along the shoreline and observing the antics of everyone else around them. I had to suppress a cackle of sheer amusement when I saw needle-boy turn stiff as a rod the moment Kadsuki tugged at his hand to get him to hurry up. If Shido was proper and shit, then hell, needle-boy was the veritable Lord of the Stick-Shoved-So- High-Up-The-Ass. He was so uptight that in my opinion, he needed to be anally raped. Twice.
He shook his head and combed back unruly bangs. Kadsuki was going to have a hard time with that one, but if the covert looks that Kadsuki kept shooting and Jubei kept ignoring were anything to go by, then Jubei better ready his virginal ass.
A scream of pure pain suddenly shattered my thoughts this quiet night, and I turned to see Paul hopping on one foot and cradling the other, which Hevn had apparently kicked in frustration. Himiko was having a hard time controlling her laughter, clutching her stomach in a desperate attempt to contain her mirth.
"I told you THRICE to pack those things in the car first and now you're telling me you LEFT THEM?!?!" Another dull thud as a steel high heeled boot made contact with a bare ankle, and another muffled cry of pure agony from the poor redhead echoed through the empty beach.
Sweet. A little violent, but sweet nevertheless. Like the firecrackers that burst overhead, I knew beauty when I saw it, and if the contentment and warmth that was permeating in the air wasn't beauty, then I did not know what was.
Another rocket shot to the sky, and for a moment the whole are was bathed in green and yellow. For no apparent reason, the hair on the back of my forearms began to rise even though I could find no particular explanation for it to do so. It only did that when...
Well, so maybe there was a reason.
My heels dug into the shifting white sands as I turned and headed back for the lodges Madoka had rented for our own personal use. I could feel it humming throughout my body, vibrating with barely suppressed excitement . He was here. How in the hell he had managed to follow all of us halfway across Japan was a mystery I would have to ask him later, but right now, all I could focus on was the delicious thrill that shot up and down my spine at the very thought of having him near once more for almost a week of separation.
Chastity was clearly not my thing.
Sand slowly turned into jutting planks of polished wood as I made my way up the cabin, my mind distantly counting the number of steps I was taking towards my room. The feeling had become undeniable now, turning into a jumpiness in my gut that could not be ignored.
I was heading for danger, wasn't I? Heading for a situation that was dodgy at best and precarious at worst. But my feet didn't seem to want to listen to the logic of my brain, treading inexorably towards him as if they were magnetized and under some sort of spell.
I would know. I am the wielder of the almighty Jaggan, aren't I?
The golden knob of my room was in front of me before I knew it, staring up at me and reflecting my distorted face on its circular surface. My fingers hesitated for a moment at my side, pausing in mid air.
What if he wasn't here? What if I was just hallucinating? What if all I felt was just a rush of cool air? Maybe I'm insane for being here.
The thud of approaching footsteps prompted me to finally place my palm on the cold metal handle, and with a sudden intake of breath, I pushed open the door.
Nothing out of the ordinary greeted my searching gaze, and I felt the tide of disappointment threaten to come crashing over me. I didn't really know why I felt let down. I just did.
So I am some crazy piece of shit with an over-active libido.
"Took you long enough to come here."
The door to the bathroom opened with a slight creak, and with the fog of steam emerged none other than Akabane, clad only in a white terry towel at his waist and the usual air of indifference that hung off of him like perfume.
The wave of disappointment mentioned earlier evaporated miraculously within the blink of an eye, like a puddle in the middle of June. Was this a good thing? Was this a bad thing? I think I'll think about that later, after the sex.
"So you came to crash the party, huh?" The biting reply was at my lips in a second, a reflex that I had developed because of the relationship I kept with him. It was... a defense of sorts. And it was fun, taunting him with words.
"It doesn't look as if I'm unwanted though, and it even seems as if I've been expected." Long fingers rake back strands of raven black hair away from his face, and amethyst eyes regarded me from beneath half-closed eyelids.
"So you came here for the fireworks I presume?" The sarcasm dripped like rain from my voice, and I leaned back on the door frame to watch him move about. I wasn't going to prostate myself on the floor just for sex, no matter how much I wanted to. I had more pride than that.
I think.
The soles of his feet barely made any noise on the polished wooden floor as he walked towards me with a Cheshire cat grin on his face, hips swaying slightly to some distant tune only he could hear.
"You could probably say that." The sexual undertone informed me that "fireworks" had just taken a completely new meaning, one that I approved of completely. Agile fingers began undoing the buttons of my white polo shirt with the expertise of a long time lover, the tips teasingly light over my skin. I replied by biting his lower lip, sucking at the tender piece of flesh as if it were some sort of lifeline.
He drew back with that shit-eating grin still in place.
"You missed me." Not a question, but a statement of a fact that I couldn't deny. So I didn't.
"Cut the crap and the foreplay. I'm top tonight." Was my deadpan reply, as I nipped impatiently at his earlobe. A breathless chuckle brushed past my ear as he complied with my order and cut my jeans to tatters with a flick of his wrist.
"You mean to tell me that I've traveled for 8 straight hours with unbelievably frustrating people just to get fucked up the ass by you?" His tone of mock disbelief and incredulity made me roll my eyes for the nth time this night.
"Uh....yes?"
I felt his patented smirk spread ceremoniously on the flesh of my shoulder.
"Don't get used to this Mido-kun."
I "hmphed" inaudibly.
"Don't get your hopes up."
The last shreds of my clothing fell to the floor along with his towel in an undignified heap in the middle of the room as we collapsed together in a jumble of flushed skin and muted gasps on the bed.
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I found him sitting on the windowsill, hours later, watching the myriad display of fireworks still exploding in the sky. The theatrical colors were reflected wantonly across his face, the scarlet red of one turning his eyes into a mirror of dark violet glass, and the azure blue of another turning them into pools of depthless black the next heartbeat.
He could be a total heart-stopper if he wanted to be.
"What are you doing?"
A smile played on his lips, but other than that, he didn't move another muscle.
"I told you I was going to watch the fireworks."
And he had, hadn't he? Arranging the blankets so that they hung and covered me comfortably, not understanding why I bothered being modest with a man I just fucked into the mattress. Some sort of code of honor?
Ah, who the hell cares.
I placed myself opposite him, bringing along a pack of cigs I found lying around on the floor. I put it between us, and after a few moments, he takes one out and grabs the lighter I just used.
He took one slow drag and suddenly speaks.
"You've fucked anyone else these past few weeks?"
The question made the smoke he was about to inhale all go down the wrong pipe, made his eyes water and his throat itch irritatingly.
"What the hell...?!? What kind of question is that?!?"
His eyes never left mine for a second, shadowed and covered so I didn't know exactly what he was thinking, but something akin to deadly seriousness and thoughtfulness lurked just under the surface, flickering in and out like a dysfunctional light bulb.
"Just answer the question Mido-kun. Have you slept with anybody this month other than me?"
My head instantly came up with a blank line that seemed to stretch on to infinity.
He seemed to have read my mind because he shook his head and sighed.
"Me neither."
The silence that followed was heavy with unsaid thoughts. It wasn't supposes to have turned out like this. I fuck him, he fucks me, and in the next hour, we'd both be screwing other people. Mere fuck buddies, perfect example of the word.
Were we getting... attached?
The thought sent a chill up and down my spine.
"This doesn't mean anything you know." I said it a little too hastily, the words nearly tripping over themselves. This meant absolutely nothing. So what if I hadn't gotten another girl for the past few weeks? The moment I get back to Shinjuku I can seduce every girl in the damn town. And every damn guy if I too, for good measure.
"Yes. You're right."
And both of us went back to watching the multicolored lights fill the dawn tinged sky, and I found myself what the hell I had gotten myself into.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~********~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This thing just seems getting longer and longer. So what do you think? Did I satisfy all your Akabane x Ban cravings? *cackles* Or did I just ruin the effect of the first two chapters?
REVIEWS!!! Teeheehee.
-fatalis