Disclaimers : Sniff. Why? Oh why can't I own Weiss Kreuz? Just for one day,
an hour, a minute. Pweez!!! Alright, alright! I don't own it and never
will. *goes of pouting*.
Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused. welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder. All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XI
Waters of Sleep
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// Is it a kind of shadow, reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen, or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows where you go and where do you start
Oh, oh into the dark //
-- Bright Eyes / Art Garfunkel --
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4:52 PM.
I'd been sitting in front of this 'I-swear-I-would-destroy-you-if-you-were- mine' computer for approximately four hours straight. I hadn't even gotten up to piss, god damn it! The researching had been occupying most of my mind and I just couldn't manage to keep track of all the profiles I'd seen. I'd learned of some new-and-improved killings methods I'd never even deemed possible. Throwing a dime from the top of the empire state building can actually kill somebody? Good thing Japan's my homeland. We'll just go on wishing that's an old wife's tale.
It had taken some time, but I'd finally figured out where I'd seen that lady with the short hair. I'd associated her image to one of the customers that had made transactions at the Koneko lately. Interestingly, she'd come and ordered the same day Omi had disappeared. Interestingly yet again, she was on the police's wanted list. Meilyn Shinichi was her name according to her online profile.
At first, I'd completely brushed it off, not wanting to peek into other people's personnel lives, but, I still wondered what she'd done to get there. She'd seemed like a very high classed woman at that time. Very clean and proper, very feminine and. . . well, not really gentle, but polite could work.
The urge to press on the 'what-did-she-do' button, to open her portfolio did not leave me impassive. My mind kind of swayed between the 'do it' and the 'don't even think about it buster'. In truth, no one would ever know and I could carry my little secret to the grave, but another part of me was just screaming the rights to one's privacy. Should a criminal be allowed to have privacy? That was way beyond my pondering.
Innocently -like a child who tries to pilfer a chocolate-chip cookie between meals- , I looked over both of my shoulders and slowly directed the mouse's pointer to the 'open' key. I whistled inwardly -every innocent man whistles while doing innocent things.
The page opened and, every a brief scan, I took notice that most of the crimes committed were drug related. So, we had a drug dealer as a customer. It's interesting to see how much the aspect of one 'candy man' to another can change. She seemed so flirtatious and professional. I swear I would never have guessed.
I yawned. Yesterday's and this morning's lack of sleep was finally catching up to me.
Another thing caught my attention; she had a brother that was also part of the criminal record: Segushi Shinichi. Just a quick click and I would learn a little more about this weird woman. If I just clicked on her brother's name, it would make a direct link to his own portfolio. I could invade some more. I'd just discovered a lust for knowledge I did not know I possessed. That is, can you consider people's personnel lives as being knowledge? At least, I was learning a little about our 'no-longer-teenage-and-part-of-our- own-fanclub' customers. We do occasionally have more serious customers, you know.
Yawn -probably could have swallowed a few flies if there had been any in the room at the time.
Just when the pointer arrived closer and closer and closer. . . guess who interrupted my searching? Bursting into my room as if a huge and uncontrollable fire had chased him away from all the other rooms in the house, Yohji dragged a chair and came to sit right beside me, peering at my on-going work.
"I knew it Kenken. I just knew you'd be checking out the girls sooner or later."
I simply turned my head and glared.
"Just couldn't resist could ya?" he added with a broad smile, a cigarette dangling from the right side of his mouth.
Turning back to face the screen, I closed the page and then the entire computer. I tilted the screen until it met with the keyboard and shut with a resounding 'click'. Using both hands to push myself away for the desk, I got up and walked towards my bed. I vehemently replied:
"I want you and the cancer-stick out of my room. I'm gonna try and get a little shut eye."
"Well, seems like I'm always appreciate around here."
With that, he left the room, a sulky look playing about on his features. He exited the room and then slowly moved his hands back in. Between his fingers, the cigarette gradually burned, unknowingly sending intoxicating fumes in the room.
I threw one of my pillows at the door, trying to shut it but never managed to get it right. It didn't matter all that much because the blond playboy still departed.
I cleared my mind, trying not to think of anything, but images of Omi came back to me still. I just couldn't stop them. I didn't feel too good now that I thought about it. A slight headache was threatening to take over my skull and my eyes were dry and reddened by the long hours in front of the computer screen.
The last thought I asked myself was: 'when are we going to receive the next tape?'
Then darkness plunged me into its deep and claming waters: the black and soothing waters of sleep.
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// Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wonna break these chains
Poison //
-- Poison / Alice Cooper --
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That night, I'd slept almost peacefully. You may not believe me, but even my stomach didn't wake me up when diner time came and passed.
It was not until midnight -almost one o'clock actually, but midnight makes it sound romantic- that I awoke, a crackling noise catching my attention. When I opened my eyes, I found my door to be half open and the shadowed contours of a frail body entered my room. As soon as it took its first step forward, I'd already guessed its identity. I couldn't believe it, but something inside me locked up all of my doubts in an iron cell and energetically built a brick wall in front. Still, though I could not doubt, I uttered a few names, certain none of them would be accurate.
"Yohji? Aya?"
Then a desperate:
"Manx?"
I recognized the voice of the intruder as he whispered a soft "Ken-kun".
The figure rushed ahead, making a beeline for my small, single-placed bed. I couldn't get a sole emotion to show on my face. I couldn't understand. . . I was still scared. There he was, racing his own shadow to get to me, to reach my open arms and something frightened me. I'm not easily frightened, none of us are, but this time. . . I just couldn't comprehend.
"Om-Omi?"
His weight hit my chest but I didn't feel the impact all that much. He had been underfed.
"H-how?" I mumbled, not even able to ask an entire question with a grammatically complete sentence.
Even in the darkness of my room, I saw -guessed is more appropriate- his eyes become watery. He placed his chin in the crook of my neck. A few crystal tears hit my warm skin and his spasmodic breath tickled my ears and blew in my hair.
"D-don't. . ." he pleaded. "Please don't."
He turned his head towards me and I felt his eyes plunge into mine: deep azure blending with chocolate-brown.
"Don't ask me how. Just help me forget."
He placed himself in a sitting position over my outstretched legs and let his arms dangle at his sides. His upper-body moved forward, his hands reaching for the side of my face and his lips made full contact with mine. A great wave of heat overcame me and I relaxed in his embrace. On its own accord, my mouth opened, granting to the other a free entry. Something warm and wet came in contact with my tongue. They battled a fearless fight of mingling and clashing. I didn't even think of resisting any longer. It's as if my body obeyed on its own agreement. As if my mind was too weak to go against my will, my needs. As if my mind wanted this. A calculated event that I knew would come. I, nevertheless, had delayed its arrival.
In reward, after such a daring confrontation, my tongue was awarded with the permission to penetrate the moist cavern in front of it. It was hot, wet. I played around, my body wanting more than what was given. I couldn't even grasp what I was doing at the moment. The taste was so sweet and so addictive; it simply left you wanting more. More than what was given. More than what was permitted to possess.
I felt the tension rise in my body. My muscles seemed sore, but they didn't ache. It was like somebody was trying to convince me that they were throbbing with pain but I couldn't feel a single thing.
Small pearls that were his teeth bit my lower lip and drew a little blood from them. Our heated kiss now had the flavor of metallic blood added to the sweetness of his saliva. I savored the mixture, the combination of both our scents as they linked with each other, obtaining one aura, one aroma, one sensation.
Coyly, my fingers played with the soft fabric of his shirt, folding its edges and caressing its texture with their tips. I felt a fervent flush take place on my cheeks: one I remembered having when I played soccer on the J-league and the girls would come and praise my qualities. The same blush you have when you kiss your first girl. The same blush you have when your friends force it out of you later on.
Shyly, my hands moved under his shirt, my fingers crawling up his spinal cord. I could feel his smooth flesh wrinkling beneath my fingers. His lips moved from my mouth to my left jawbone and I could clearly hear my now irregular and fervent breathing. It seemed to fill the whole room with a background music of passion. The rustling of the sheets seemed far away almost imaginary, but I knew it was close and I knew what and who provoked it.
My arms crossed in his back and reached for his strong hips. They squeezed them, nails scratching them ever so slightly, just enough to leave red marks that would remain for a few minutes.
Barley-colored hair whipped my face as his head made its way down, brushing light kisses on my earlobes, neck and collar bones. My teeth reached for his neck and bit down, softly at first, than with passion and greed. I placed my head over his and inhaled the natural scent of his hair. With my chin, I pushed the few strands that sweat had glued to his forehead and kissed along their honey roots.
My hands roamed downwards, reaching for his buttocks. I cupped both and clutched them, their firmness making the heat rise once again in my chest. All I wanted was to rip off his pants and be able to caress every single square inch of his perfect body. As I squeezed harder, his head tilted back and he let out a single, small moan and breathed in. I could tell he would be completely erect soon from the way his clothes seemed to cling to his form.
His hands seized my shirt and forced it off, the collar almost ripping my ears off in the rush. I looked at my torso and noticed it was also covered with sweat. Well, look who's having a blast.
I was utterly overwhelmed by pleasure and a multitude of long lost sensations. They all came back to me with the force of a powerful blow to the heart. This was more than pleasure; it was impatience and desire at its savage form. My hands roughly pushed against his pectoral muscles. Some would say a little too roughly, but is anything to bold or wild in love making?
His lips remained partially open as his chest moved up and down in haste. Then, he moved forward a little, now sitting on my stomach, making it harder for me to breath, but I would never protest. He teased me, his face moving closer to mine, closer to my lips and then rapidly moving back. I tried to catch him, lifting my head, but the weight of his body across my stomach rendered it impossible for me to lift myself entirely. A playful smile appeared on his lips and he plunged down, lips aiming for mine.
He dug in, trying to get the most out of one single kiss. I felt his full erection brush against mine. The light touch sent an outburst of vibrations in my body, forming a suite of irregular tremors. Someone screamed. At that time, I would have said it was my companion, but now. . . now I knew it was myself. I moaned, I cried and groaned. Every sensation I possessed, every sense was on alert, ready to explode with warmth and delectation at any moment now.
"K-ken-ku-n" the golden-haired boy complained, as I broke the kiss, completely out of breath.
A naughty look crossed his eyes and I was left there to wonder what it was all about. He backed up a little, snow sitting on my knees and reached for my groin, giving it light strokes. At that point, I was trembling everywhere, from head to toes. At first, all I wanted was to shy away, but he held me pined there, at that exact place. I knew what he was going to do and I didn't want to force it on him, even though it was he who forced it on to himself.
"Don't worry, Ken-kun. I'm ready for this" he answered as if he'd been able to read my mind. I'd never thought my life was an open book. Then again, he and I had always been very close and understanding in each others feelings.
His warm and wet mouth engulfed my erect groin and sucked. I felt my blood rush and a both unpleasant and engaging throbbing pounded in my head. I could feel my rapid pulse in the tips of my fingers and toes. All my articulations were stiffening, though I couldn't understand why. My back arched and I cried out his name, trying not to be too loud. My mouth hung open as I tried to absorb the most air in one gulp. The boy stammered and spoke:
"Ken, touch me. Please, I need. . ."
Without further ado, I sat up straight and kissed the younger boy's ivory shoulders while he was on duty. My heart beats came faster and faster, a non-stop rhythm that raged inside me, the very beat of love-making; the ultimate result. I licked my dry lips, their newly gained moisture probably making them glistening as the moonlight from the window hit my bed and disrupted friend. I moved my hands to place them under him, to play with his nipples. I wasn't too sure what to do. I couldn't think straight and hadn't ever been in this position with another guy before.
The beautiful seventeen-year-old took in a sharp breath and licked the inside of my right lap, one of his hands always remaining on my penis.
"Huh. . . p-please" I wailed and he shut me up with a voracious kiss. I didn't even stop to wonder how he could know all this stuff.
My hands moved to cup his posterior again and I caressed his entire body with a harshness I never thought I'd give to anyone, but I couldn't control myself. I wasn't even afraid of hurting him. I was blinded by pleasure -or so it seemed. I licked his skin, savoring the salty taste of each bead of sweat. It was like drinking up a cup filled with sea water or trying to swallow sandpaper and I loved it. In fact, I couldn't stop.
"Haaaa-a"
He gave a pull on my groin and I felt I couldn't resist any longer. I exploded completely, spreading my semen on his hand and on my sheets. I didn't know how I'd explain this to Yohji and Aya the next morning neither did I care.
It suddenly came to my attention that he hadn't come at all. I turned to see him, trying to get my eyes to gaze into his but stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed the bed was filled with blood. I couldn't believe it. Had I been that harsh? Or was I pissing blood instead of, well. . . what's normally requested of a guy?
"Omi?" I asked.
He looked at me with a visage of utmost fear; the same expression he'd had when he'd seen Raven for the first time.
"Omi?" I repeated, searching to get his attention.
He was looking downwards at his hands, his shoulders and entire torso shaking. I followed his gaze and noticed the gapping holes that punctured the middle of his small hands. His wounds! We'd blinded ourselves so much we hadn't considered anything a part from the pleasure.
"Shit, give me your hands."
I tore of a piece of unstained covers and wrapped his hands in them.
"Kuso" I whispered, "we've gotta get you to the hospital."
Suddenly, noticing Omi's unresponsiveness, I lightly took his chin in my hands and forced his head upwards. The blond strands moved aside and something in the image before me made me jump. Omi's beautiful untouched face had unexpectedly turned into another. I recognized it. It was Omi's frail body, his tiny yet agile hands, his golden hair, but wearing the face of a sadist, of a murderer. Raven?!
"What the hell!" I screamed as realization came to me. I threw myself backwards and obliged my hands to let go of 'Omi's' face.
'It' started to laugh, the disrupting sound echoing through the night, through the whole room which abruptly disappeared to allow a reign of darkness and void to take over. There was nothing. Nothing but that hideous laugh.
I woke up with a start. A dream: it had been no more than a stupid dream. I passed the back of my hand over my forehead and wiped off the beads of sweat that had formed there. My hands ran against my eyes and rubbed them, trying unsuccessfully to remove part of their tiredness. As predicted, I had a headache.
I sat up straight and tried to make out the flashy-red numbers on my own personnel alarm clock: 4:39 AM. Great only a few more hours until the guys would wake up.
I got up and walked to the bathroom. There, I passed a very cold -frigid would be the right term to use in this context- clothe all over my face, rinsing off both the drowsiness and the sweat all in one stroke. Sighing dramatically, I turned on the shower and -after checking the temperature to make sure I wouldn't freeze to death or boil- I undressed and stepped into the bath. I closed the curtain behind me and that was the first time I even noticed I'd went to bed completely dressed the day before.
The dream I'd just had disturbed me. I couldn't believe I'd actually taken pleasure in sleeping with Omi.
Angry with myself, I murmured while punching the ceramic walls that surrounded me:
"He's only a god damn kid: he's seventeen-years-old. I can't believe I just had an erotic dream concerning a seventeen-year-old boy. And Omi out of all of those kids."
Alright, so I was merely nineteen which gives us a two year difference, but Omi seemed so much younger, so much cuddlier, so much more. . . I don't know he just seemed too sweet and corruptible. I,m not really sure corruptible is the right term to use in this context, but I don't give a damn.
I ignored my mind as it went on, blabbering against my every thought: 'Yes, but he's a very mature seventeen-year-old, ne?' I just wanted to hit myself back to reality. I'd always considered Omi as the little brother I'd never had, not a future sex obsession. Yes, I do have to admit that Omi is cute and genki and. . . but I didn't even know I felt that way about men in general. In one night I'd discovered I kind of liked Omi -or so I guessed- and was in to men. Give me a brake, for pity's sake.
Ever since that Raven guy came in the picture, my life had went down the drain many times.
What if it was nothing more than a dream? I mean, dreams can be pretty awkward at certain times, right? They didn't always have a certain meaning associated to them. That's it! It was no more than a stupid dream I'd had that stupid night and I would get over it like I almost got over everything else that's happened in my god damn life. Now, all I needed was resolution and a little will-power.
But, what if this dream really did reflect my buried and repressed thoughts? Nah! I loved Omi like a brother and a very good friend. The only question that remained was do you have embarrassing dreams in which you slept with your friends? This is mind-rambling.
I turned off the water and dried myself off with a no longer fluffy white towel. As I walked towards the kitchen I passed in the corridor that led to the front door and noticed something on the floor. Probably one of Yohji's things he'd just left laying there. The dog must have carried it there. Oh wait. . . we didn't have a dog, nor do we have one now. Drats. . . don't even dare to ask what I'm talking about because you wont get an answer. I'm tired and confused and that's what the mix of these two moods give: a very disturbed me.
As I got closer and closer, my vision cleared a little and I noticed the rectangular shape of the thing in question. Cheers everybody, we just got another fucking tape.
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Author's note: And there you have it! My very first lemon ever. Well, you don't get a penetration or anything, but you have a lemon. Lime? Maybe. . . Oh well, hope you enjoyed it because you wont be having anything else for a while. Omi torture in the next chapter, yeah! ! ! Smile and be happy.
I'm sorry it took so much time to get this chapter out -it's been finish for like a week and half and only needed correcting, but I didn't feel like it. You guys can't blame me because the reviews have been dropping dramatically. So there, you've got only yourselves to blame. *sticks out tongue*
Alrighty, since I really do feel like knowing why the reviews have dropped, I'll just have to require 8 reviews. When I get 8 reviews I'll consider giving you Omi torture. Yes, I even torture the readers! ^-^; My goal is to have ten -some of my chapter had something like 13 so I know it's possible- but I'll leave it down at 8.
Now, that that's passed, go and review. Tell, me what I'm doing wrong, please. I'll try to correct it. And for the people who did review, you've always got your personnel messages.
By the way, for those who don't know Alice Cooper's song Poison, go get it. I swear it's worth it! I'm an old rock fanatic. }:)
Riisha: Well, I've finally gotten my entire room cleaned up and am glad nothing was destroyed beyond repairs O.o; Alright, so, how were the yaoi 'HINTS'? Hope you likes my very first lemon. I still need to improve a little, but I'm actually pleased with it. Didn't feel like going too far but I just had to put the details. About Manx, you'll just have to wait and see. I'm not gonna tell you anything. There's only one person apart from that knows where this story is headed and she's not gonna tell you anything. Ha ha ha *maniacal laugh* Well, that's about it for now and I hope you review again. Thanx again for all the reviews you've been giving me and for putting this story on your favorite's list! Big hugs!
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Amy: Hey! Haven't talked to you for a while, haven't I? T_T I've been pretty much absent X . x; Yup, I haven't been on msn for more than five minutes in the last four days or so. Wait, make that a whole week. Well, I don't know if you consider this as being Omi torture, but it is lime. Yes, hope I didn't get too graphical, but I don't think anyone will care too much. I'm kinda sad that last chapter didn't get a lot of attention, but who gives a damn. I'm hoping this one will be a little more popular. I've finally connected with Riisha, but I didn't even get to talk to her. Sad sad sad is my history of these last weeks. Guy troubles. . . but I'll tell you all about that on Msn.
Well, ja ne and I hope to talk to ya soon Thanx for the review!
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Anime Cat: NO!!!! *rips out her hair* you control the reviews! I promise never to sheesh you again. But I still won't give you any answers about the plot. Only that next chapter is Omi torture. So many people are waiting for the next tape, it's funny. I'm just make them linger, you included. Lol! Well, hope you keep reading and reviewing, the chapters will keep coming if the reviews also follow! ~_^
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Kara Angita: Yeah! You like my Yohji! *jumps around* I do tat a lot don't I?! Yup, school's been holding me up, even though this chapter's been finished for over a week. O.o; I'm guilty of making the readers linger in the dark. Well, at least it wasn't a cliff-hanger. This one could more or less be considered as one. Well, Omi torture in the next chapter so keep your hopes up and keep reading and reviewing.
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Blade: I'm trying to keep up but my fingers are typing this without my mind thinking! That's bad isn't it? Well, as long as you still like it I'm pleased with everything. Please keep reading and reviewing.
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Kasra: You're the first one to bring up Arosaki's 'reliving'. Yup, he's not dead. When is this fic gonna become comprehensible? *smirks* not telling! Manx did say she'd secured the line, but you'll see what that gives as the story moves along. Keep reading and reviewing, there's Omi torture in the next chapter! Enjoying your reviews as always.
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Vanessa S.Quest: Don't worry about at thing. Just worry about the Omi torture you'll probably read if you read the next chapter that should be coming out in about two to three weeks -if the reviews come with this one that is. Well, I'm glad you like and please keep reading and reviewing.
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Title: When Blood Soils One's Hands
Author: Black Mirror (stone_devil_666@hotmail.com)
Pairings : Just wait and see! I'm not gonna spoil the fun.
Summary: A mission goes wrong, teenagers from a certain school start missing, love is refused. welcome to Weiss!
Type: Angst and Romance
Rating: PG-13
Status: Work in progress
Warnings: YAOI!!! Partial child-rape, blood, murder. All those lovely things we like. Don't say I haven't warned you! Oh! And there might be bad language. Yes, I've made Ken swear. }:p Oh, Raven is mine and I would beg you not to steal him. If you like him enough to steal him, I'll let you borrow him. I also add that some of the torture will be referring to the catholic religion. I hope no one sees that as an inconvenience. Now, stop reading this and stroll down to the fic. }:)
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When Blood Soils One's Hands
Chapter XI
Waters of Sleep
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// Is it a kind of shadow, reaching into the night
Wandering over the hills unseen, or is it a dream?
There's a high wind in the trees, a cold sound in the air
And nobody ever knows where you go and where do you start
Oh, oh into the dark //
-- Bright Eyes / Art Garfunkel --
~*~
4:52 PM.
I'd been sitting in front of this 'I-swear-I-would-destroy-you-if-you-were- mine' computer for approximately four hours straight. I hadn't even gotten up to piss, god damn it! The researching had been occupying most of my mind and I just couldn't manage to keep track of all the profiles I'd seen. I'd learned of some new-and-improved killings methods I'd never even deemed possible. Throwing a dime from the top of the empire state building can actually kill somebody? Good thing Japan's my homeland. We'll just go on wishing that's an old wife's tale.
It had taken some time, but I'd finally figured out where I'd seen that lady with the short hair. I'd associated her image to one of the customers that had made transactions at the Koneko lately. Interestingly, she'd come and ordered the same day Omi had disappeared. Interestingly yet again, she was on the police's wanted list. Meilyn Shinichi was her name according to her online profile.
At first, I'd completely brushed it off, not wanting to peek into other people's personnel lives, but, I still wondered what she'd done to get there. She'd seemed like a very high classed woman at that time. Very clean and proper, very feminine and. . . well, not really gentle, but polite could work.
The urge to press on the 'what-did-she-do' button, to open her portfolio did not leave me impassive. My mind kind of swayed between the 'do it' and the 'don't even think about it buster'. In truth, no one would ever know and I could carry my little secret to the grave, but another part of me was just screaming the rights to one's privacy. Should a criminal be allowed to have privacy? That was way beyond my pondering.
Innocently -like a child who tries to pilfer a chocolate-chip cookie between meals- , I looked over both of my shoulders and slowly directed the mouse's pointer to the 'open' key. I whistled inwardly -every innocent man whistles while doing innocent things.
The page opened and, every a brief scan, I took notice that most of the crimes committed were drug related. So, we had a drug dealer as a customer. It's interesting to see how much the aspect of one 'candy man' to another can change. She seemed so flirtatious and professional. I swear I would never have guessed.
I yawned. Yesterday's and this morning's lack of sleep was finally catching up to me.
Another thing caught my attention; she had a brother that was also part of the criminal record: Segushi Shinichi. Just a quick click and I would learn a little more about this weird woman. If I just clicked on her brother's name, it would make a direct link to his own portfolio. I could invade some more. I'd just discovered a lust for knowledge I did not know I possessed. That is, can you consider people's personnel lives as being knowledge? At least, I was learning a little about our 'no-longer-teenage-and-part-of-our- own-fanclub' customers. We do occasionally have more serious customers, you know.
Yawn -probably could have swallowed a few flies if there had been any in the room at the time.
Just when the pointer arrived closer and closer and closer. . . guess who interrupted my searching? Bursting into my room as if a huge and uncontrollable fire had chased him away from all the other rooms in the house, Yohji dragged a chair and came to sit right beside me, peering at my on-going work.
"I knew it Kenken. I just knew you'd be checking out the girls sooner or later."
I simply turned my head and glared.
"Just couldn't resist could ya?" he added with a broad smile, a cigarette dangling from the right side of his mouth.
Turning back to face the screen, I closed the page and then the entire computer. I tilted the screen until it met with the keyboard and shut with a resounding 'click'. Using both hands to push myself away for the desk, I got up and walked towards my bed. I vehemently replied:
"I want you and the cancer-stick out of my room. I'm gonna try and get a little shut eye."
"Well, seems like I'm always appreciate around here."
With that, he left the room, a sulky look playing about on his features. He exited the room and then slowly moved his hands back in. Between his fingers, the cigarette gradually burned, unknowingly sending intoxicating fumes in the room.
I threw one of my pillows at the door, trying to shut it but never managed to get it right. It didn't matter all that much because the blond playboy still departed.
I cleared my mind, trying not to think of anything, but images of Omi came back to me still. I just couldn't stop them. I didn't feel too good now that I thought about it. A slight headache was threatening to take over my skull and my eyes were dry and reddened by the long hours in front of the computer screen.
The last thought I asked myself was: 'when are we going to receive the next tape?'
Then darkness plunged me into its deep and claming waters: the black and soothing waters of sleep.
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// Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins)
I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in)
I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison running through my veins
You're poison, I don't wonna break these chains
Poison //
-- Poison / Alice Cooper --
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That night, I'd slept almost peacefully. You may not believe me, but even my stomach didn't wake me up when diner time came and passed.
It was not until midnight -almost one o'clock actually, but midnight makes it sound romantic- that I awoke, a crackling noise catching my attention. When I opened my eyes, I found my door to be half open and the shadowed contours of a frail body entered my room. As soon as it took its first step forward, I'd already guessed its identity. I couldn't believe it, but something inside me locked up all of my doubts in an iron cell and energetically built a brick wall in front. Still, though I could not doubt, I uttered a few names, certain none of them would be accurate.
"Yohji? Aya?"
Then a desperate:
"Manx?"
I recognized the voice of the intruder as he whispered a soft "Ken-kun".
The figure rushed ahead, making a beeline for my small, single-placed bed. I couldn't get a sole emotion to show on my face. I couldn't understand. . . I was still scared. There he was, racing his own shadow to get to me, to reach my open arms and something frightened me. I'm not easily frightened, none of us are, but this time. . . I just couldn't comprehend.
"Om-Omi?"
His weight hit my chest but I didn't feel the impact all that much. He had been underfed.
"H-how?" I mumbled, not even able to ask an entire question with a grammatically complete sentence.
Even in the darkness of my room, I saw -guessed is more appropriate- his eyes become watery. He placed his chin in the crook of my neck. A few crystal tears hit my warm skin and his spasmodic breath tickled my ears and blew in my hair.
"D-don't. . ." he pleaded. "Please don't."
He turned his head towards me and I felt his eyes plunge into mine: deep azure blending with chocolate-brown.
"Don't ask me how. Just help me forget."
He placed himself in a sitting position over my outstretched legs and let his arms dangle at his sides. His upper-body moved forward, his hands reaching for the side of my face and his lips made full contact with mine. A great wave of heat overcame me and I relaxed in his embrace. On its own accord, my mouth opened, granting to the other a free entry. Something warm and wet came in contact with my tongue. They battled a fearless fight of mingling and clashing. I didn't even think of resisting any longer. It's as if my body obeyed on its own agreement. As if my mind was too weak to go against my will, my needs. As if my mind wanted this. A calculated event that I knew would come. I, nevertheless, had delayed its arrival.
In reward, after such a daring confrontation, my tongue was awarded with the permission to penetrate the moist cavern in front of it. It was hot, wet. I played around, my body wanting more than what was given. I couldn't even grasp what I was doing at the moment. The taste was so sweet and so addictive; it simply left you wanting more. More than what was given. More than what was permitted to possess.
I felt the tension rise in my body. My muscles seemed sore, but they didn't ache. It was like somebody was trying to convince me that they were throbbing with pain but I couldn't feel a single thing.
Small pearls that were his teeth bit my lower lip and drew a little blood from them. Our heated kiss now had the flavor of metallic blood added to the sweetness of his saliva. I savored the mixture, the combination of both our scents as they linked with each other, obtaining one aura, one aroma, one sensation.
Coyly, my fingers played with the soft fabric of his shirt, folding its edges and caressing its texture with their tips. I felt a fervent flush take place on my cheeks: one I remembered having when I played soccer on the J-league and the girls would come and praise my qualities. The same blush you have when you kiss your first girl. The same blush you have when your friends force it out of you later on.
Shyly, my hands moved under his shirt, my fingers crawling up his spinal cord. I could feel his smooth flesh wrinkling beneath my fingers. His lips moved from my mouth to my left jawbone and I could clearly hear my now irregular and fervent breathing. It seemed to fill the whole room with a background music of passion. The rustling of the sheets seemed far away almost imaginary, but I knew it was close and I knew what and who provoked it.
My arms crossed in his back and reached for his strong hips. They squeezed them, nails scratching them ever so slightly, just enough to leave red marks that would remain for a few minutes.
Barley-colored hair whipped my face as his head made its way down, brushing light kisses on my earlobes, neck and collar bones. My teeth reached for his neck and bit down, softly at first, than with passion and greed. I placed my head over his and inhaled the natural scent of his hair. With my chin, I pushed the few strands that sweat had glued to his forehead and kissed along their honey roots.
My hands roamed downwards, reaching for his buttocks. I cupped both and clutched them, their firmness making the heat rise once again in my chest. All I wanted was to rip off his pants and be able to caress every single square inch of his perfect body. As I squeezed harder, his head tilted back and he let out a single, small moan and breathed in. I could tell he would be completely erect soon from the way his clothes seemed to cling to his form.
His hands seized my shirt and forced it off, the collar almost ripping my ears off in the rush. I looked at my torso and noticed it was also covered with sweat. Well, look who's having a blast.
I was utterly overwhelmed by pleasure and a multitude of long lost sensations. They all came back to me with the force of a powerful blow to the heart. This was more than pleasure; it was impatience and desire at its savage form. My hands roughly pushed against his pectoral muscles. Some would say a little too roughly, but is anything to bold or wild in love making?
His lips remained partially open as his chest moved up and down in haste. Then, he moved forward a little, now sitting on my stomach, making it harder for me to breath, but I would never protest. He teased me, his face moving closer to mine, closer to my lips and then rapidly moving back. I tried to catch him, lifting my head, but the weight of his body across my stomach rendered it impossible for me to lift myself entirely. A playful smile appeared on his lips and he plunged down, lips aiming for mine.
He dug in, trying to get the most out of one single kiss. I felt his full erection brush against mine. The light touch sent an outburst of vibrations in my body, forming a suite of irregular tremors. Someone screamed. At that time, I would have said it was my companion, but now. . . now I knew it was myself. I moaned, I cried and groaned. Every sensation I possessed, every sense was on alert, ready to explode with warmth and delectation at any moment now.
"K-ken-ku-n" the golden-haired boy complained, as I broke the kiss, completely out of breath.
A naughty look crossed his eyes and I was left there to wonder what it was all about. He backed up a little, snow sitting on my knees and reached for my groin, giving it light strokes. At that point, I was trembling everywhere, from head to toes. At first, all I wanted was to shy away, but he held me pined there, at that exact place. I knew what he was going to do and I didn't want to force it on him, even though it was he who forced it on to himself.
"Don't worry, Ken-kun. I'm ready for this" he answered as if he'd been able to read my mind. I'd never thought my life was an open book. Then again, he and I had always been very close and understanding in each others feelings.
His warm and wet mouth engulfed my erect groin and sucked. I felt my blood rush and a both unpleasant and engaging throbbing pounded in my head. I could feel my rapid pulse in the tips of my fingers and toes. All my articulations were stiffening, though I couldn't understand why. My back arched and I cried out his name, trying not to be too loud. My mouth hung open as I tried to absorb the most air in one gulp. The boy stammered and spoke:
"Ken, touch me. Please, I need. . ."
Without further ado, I sat up straight and kissed the younger boy's ivory shoulders while he was on duty. My heart beats came faster and faster, a non-stop rhythm that raged inside me, the very beat of love-making; the ultimate result. I licked my dry lips, their newly gained moisture probably making them glistening as the moonlight from the window hit my bed and disrupted friend. I moved my hands to place them under him, to play with his nipples. I wasn't too sure what to do. I couldn't think straight and hadn't ever been in this position with another guy before.
The beautiful seventeen-year-old took in a sharp breath and licked the inside of my right lap, one of his hands always remaining on my penis.
"Huh. . . p-please" I wailed and he shut me up with a voracious kiss. I didn't even stop to wonder how he could know all this stuff.
My hands moved to cup his posterior again and I caressed his entire body with a harshness I never thought I'd give to anyone, but I couldn't control myself. I wasn't even afraid of hurting him. I was blinded by pleasure -or so it seemed. I licked his skin, savoring the salty taste of each bead of sweat. It was like drinking up a cup filled with sea water or trying to swallow sandpaper and I loved it. In fact, I couldn't stop.
"Haaaa-a"
He gave a pull on my groin and I felt I couldn't resist any longer. I exploded completely, spreading my semen on his hand and on my sheets. I didn't know how I'd explain this to Yohji and Aya the next morning neither did I care.
It suddenly came to my attention that he hadn't come at all. I turned to see him, trying to get my eyes to gaze into his but stopped dead in my tracks as I noticed the bed was filled with blood. I couldn't believe it. Had I been that harsh? Or was I pissing blood instead of, well. . . what's normally requested of a guy?
"Omi?" I asked.
He looked at me with a visage of utmost fear; the same expression he'd had when he'd seen Raven for the first time.
"Omi?" I repeated, searching to get his attention.
He was looking downwards at his hands, his shoulders and entire torso shaking. I followed his gaze and noticed the gapping holes that punctured the middle of his small hands. His wounds! We'd blinded ourselves so much we hadn't considered anything a part from the pleasure.
"Shit, give me your hands."
I tore of a piece of unstained covers and wrapped his hands in them.
"Kuso" I whispered, "we've gotta get you to the hospital."
Suddenly, noticing Omi's unresponsiveness, I lightly took his chin in my hands and forced his head upwards. The blond strands moved aside and something in the image before me made me jump. Omi's beautiful untouched face had unexpectedly turned into another. I recognized it. It was Omi's frail body, his tiny yet agile hands, his golden hair, but wearing the face of a sadist, of a murderer. Raven?!
"What the hell!" I screamed as realization came to me. I threw myself backwards and obliged my hands to let go of 'Omi's' face.
'It' started to laugh, the disrupting sound echoing through the night, through the whole room which abruptly disappeared to allow a reign of darkness and void to take over. There was nothing. Nothing but that hideous laugh.
I woke up with a start. A dream: it had been no more than a stupid dream. I passed the back of my hand over my forehead and wiped off the beads of sweat that had formed there. My hands ran against my eyes and rubbed them, trying unsuccessfully to remove part of their tiredness. As predicted, I had a headache.
I sat up straight and tried to make out the flashy-red numbers on my own personnel alarm clock: 4:39 AM. Great only a few more hours until the guys would wake up.
I got up and walked to the bathroom. There, I passed a very cold -frigid would be the right term to use in this context- clothe all over my face, rinsing off both the drowsiness and the sweat all in one stroke. Sighing dramatically, I turned on the shower and -after checking the temperature to make sure I wouldn't freeze to death or boil- I undressed and stepped into the bath. I closed the curtain behind me and that was the first time I even noticed I'd went to bed completely dressed the day before.
The dream I'd just had disturbed me. I couldn't believe I'd actually taken pleasure in sleeping with Omi.
Angry with myself, I murmured while punching the ceramic walls that surrounded me:
"He's only a god damn kid: he's seventeen-years-old. I can't believe I just had an erotic dream concerning a seventeen-year-old boy. And Omi out of all of those kids."
Alright, so I was merely nineteen which gives us a two year difference, but Omi seemed so much younger, so much cuddlier, so much more. . . I don't know he just seemed too sweet and corruptible. I,m not really sure corruptible is the right term to use in this context, but I don't give a damn.
I ignored my mind as it went on, blabbering against my every thought: 'Yes, but he's a very mature seventeen-year-old, ne?' I just wanted to hit myself back to reality. I'd always considered Omi as the little brother I'd never had, not a future sex obsession. Yes, I do have to admit that Omi is cute and genki and. . . but I didn't even know I felt that way about men in general. In one night I'd discovered I kind of liked Omi -or so I guessed- and was in to men. Give me a brake, for pity's sake.
Ever since that Raven guy came in the picture, my life had went down the drain many times.
What if it was nothing more than a dream? I mean, dreams can be pretty awkward at certain times, right? They didn't always have a certain meaning associated to them. That's it! It was no more than a stupid dream I'd had that stupid night and I would get over it like I almost got over everything else that's happened in my god damn life. Now, all I needed was resolution and a little will-power.
But, what if this dream really did reflect my buried and repressed thoughts? Nah! I loved Omi like a brother and a very good friend. The only question that remained was do you have embarrassing dreams in which you slept with your friends? This is mind-rambling.
I turned off the water and dried myself off with a no longer fluffy white towel. As I walked towards the kitchen I passed in the corridor that led to the front door and noticed something on the floor. Probably one of Yohji's things he'd just left laying there. The dog must have carried it there. Oh wait. . . we didn't have a dog, nor do we have one now. Drats. . . don't even dare to ask what I'm talking about because you wont get an answer. I'm tired and confused and that's what the mix of these two moods give: a very disturbed me.
As I got closer and closer, my vision cleared a little and I noticed the rectangular shape of the thing in question. Cheers everybody, we just got another fucking tape.
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Author's note: And there you have it! My very first lemon ever. Well, you don't get a penetration or anything, but you have a lemon. Lime? Maybe. . . Oh well, hope you enjoyed it because you wont be having anything else for a while. Omi torture in the next chapter, yeah! ! ! Smile and be happy.
I'm sorry it took so much time to get this chapter out -it's been finish for like a week and half and only needed correcting, but I didn't feel like it. You guys can't blame me because the reviews have been dropping dramatically. So there, you've got only yourselves to blame. *sticks out tongue*
Alrighty, since I really do feel like knowing why the reviews have dropped, I'll just have to require 8 reviews. When I get 8 reviews I'll consider giving you Omi torture. Yes, I even torture the readers! ^-^; My goal is to have ten -some of my chapter had something like 13 so I know it's possible- but I'll leave it down at 8.
Now, that that's passed, go and review. Tell, me what I'm doing wrong, please. I'll try to correct it. And for the people who did review, you've always got your personnel messages.
By the way, for those who don't know Alice Cooper's song Poison, go get it. I swear it's worth it! I'm an old rock fanatic. }:)
Riisha: Well, I've finally gotten my entire room cleaned up and am glad nothing was destroyed beyond repairs O.o; Alright, so, how were the yaoi 'HINTS'? Hope you likes my very first lemon. I still need to improve a little, but I'm actually pleased with it. Didn't feel like going too far but I just had to put the details. About Manx, you'll just have to wait and see. I'm not gonna tell you anything. There's only one person apart from that knows where this story is headed and she's not gonna tell you anything. Ha ha ha *maniacal laugh* Well, that's about it for now and I hope you review again. Thanx again for all the reviews you've been giving me and for putting this story on your favorite's list! Big hugs!
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Amy: Hey! Haven't talked to you for a while, haven't I? T_T I've been pretty much absent X . x; Yup, I haven't been on msn for more than five minutes in the last four days or so. Wait, make that a whole week. Well, I don't know if you consider this as being Omi torture, but it is lime. Yes, hope I didn't get too graphical, but I don't think anyone will care too much. I'm kinda sad that last chapter didn't get a lot of attention, but who gives a damn. I'm hoping this one will be a little more popular. I've finally connected with Riisha, but I didn't even get to talk to her. Sad sad sad is my history of these last weeks. Guy troubles. . . but I'll tell you all about that on Msn.
Well, ja ne and I hope to talk to ya soon Thanx for the review!
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Anime Cat: NO!!!! *rips out her hair* you control the reviews! I promise never to sheesh you again. But I still won't give you any answers about the plot. Only that next chapter is Omi torture. So many people are waiting for the next tape, it's funny. I'm just make them linger, you included. Lol! Well, hope you keep reading and reviewing, the chapters will keep coming if the reviews also follow! ~_^
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Kara Angita: Yeah! You like my Yohji! *jumps around* I do tat a lot don't I?! Yup, school's been holding me up, even though this chapter's been finished for over a week. O.o; I'm guilty of making the readers linger in the dark. Well, at least it wasn't a cliff-hanger. This one could more or less be considered as one. Well, Omi torture in the next chapter so keep your hopes up and keep reading and reviewing.
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Blade: I'm trying to keep up but my fingers are typing this without my mind thinking! That's bad isn't it? Well, as long as you still like it I'm pleased with everything. Please keep reading and reviewing.
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Kasra: You're the first one to bring up Arosaki's 'reliving'. Yup, he's not dead. When is this fic gonna become comprehensible? *smirks* not telling! Manx did say she'd secured the line, but you'll see what that gives as the story moves along. Keep reading and reviewing, there's Omi torture in the next chapter! Enjoying your reviews as always.
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Vanessa S.Quest: Don't worry about at thing. Just worry about the Omi torture you'll probably read if you read the next chapter that should be coming out in about two to three weeks -if the reviews come with this one that is. Well, I'm glad you like and please keep reading and reviewing.
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