A/N: This was formed rapidly in just an hour. Yaoi, slash, boy+boy, whatever you wanna call it...with my all time fav: Horo+Ren. A bit Yoh too, but that's another story. Hope those who have the age and maturity to read this enjoy
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Hiroyuki Takei, though I'd love/kill to have them, Yoh, Ren & Horo Horo…not mine sigh
And I fell into your arms
He couldn't stop bleeding. His entire body had started to tremble because of those damn scratches and cuts. They burned like hell, but that, that pain was what attracted him. He stumbled forward, barely able to support himself with his spear.
"Damn it!"
He tried to steady up once again, this time falling on his knees by letting go of his weapon.
"It's enough, Ren," Yoh said, disappearing his possession.
Yoh walked over to him and reached out a hand to help him. Ren shoved his hand away brusquely and made yet another pathetic effort standing up.
"I don't need your help," he muttered with dislike.
Sadly, Yoh watched him stumble ahead of him with each horrendous step. Shaking his head, he approached silently from behind and scooped him up. Without complains or pushes, Ren let him embrace. He encircled Yoh's neck with his injured arms, breathing against his chest. Yoh kept himself from glancing down, knowing pretty well what the poor boy would do if he lowered his look. Realizing that the sun was already setting, he started to trot.
"You've got to get back with Anna, right?" Ren asked noticing his sudden hurry.
"Yea, Anna will be upset with me if I don't get home soon," he answered as if it were, in his case, the most sane thing in the world.
Ren no longer felt the pain of his wounds; instead, he was burning with envy and jealousy. He clung on harder to Yoh when they arrived to Horo Horo's tent, who came running to meet them eagerly.
"Ren!" Horo Horo saw at once the profound bloodstains on the fragile silhouette that was chained to Yoh.
"Sorry," Yoh said with his usual serenity. Neither Ren, nor Horo Horo, knew what he was sorry for: leaving Ren in that condition or for having to leave him to join Anna. Ren hang on tightly just at the thought of it.
"Ren..." Yoh said softly. He felt the tension of his body, nevertheless, he had to go back to her, always, "I've got to go back to Anna, remember?"
"Well, you know what? You're an asshole!" Ren pushed him away, punching him on the left cheek and ran in direction of the tent.
"Ren!" Horo Horo yelled, perplexed by his behavior.
"He's very tired," Yoh told him, rubbing the spot where a bruise was forming, "Treat him well, please."
Horo Horo turned to look at him. Yoh, always calm and unruffled, maybe that was the reason why his beloved Ren had rejected his affection a few days ago.
"Ren, why do you move away from me every time I get close to you? Do you find me repulsive?" he had asked him. Ren smiled in a sarcastic kind of way.
"Of course not, you moron, you know perfectly well the answer to that question."
Sure he knew the answer. He couldn't stand the fact that Ren always had Yoh in mind; on the other hand, Yoh assured him that nothing would happen between him and Ren.
"Ren doesn't correspond me," Yoh told Horo Horo one afternoon while they were washing plates with Anna watching TV, "Besides, he will be happier with you."
Horo Horo didn't understand what he meant by "he will be happier with you". Although he stayed with him, Ren didn't seem interested in the least by his presence. Horo Horo meditated on this in his way to the tent in the middle of the forest, unaware of what he would be getting into. Upon entering, his eyes were delighted with the scene in front of him. Ren was lying face down with his naked chest visible. The remaining sunrays were reflected on his back making it look even more tempting. Horo Horo didn't know if the rest of his body was naked as well, for his beautiful, dark skin was lost in the forest of blankets. Sensing his intense stare, Ren pushed up to gaze back at him with his dense golden eyes.
"Is he gone?" Ren said. Horo Horo nodded slowly.
"That stupid..." Ren cursed, rubbing the arm where he had a long horrible scratch. Horo Horo sat gingerly on the edge of the bed, tracing with his finger the wounds that were now tainting his bedsheets blood red.
"You shouldn't have faced him," he said as softly as he could, "Look how he's left you…still bleeding…"
"I don't care," Ren protested, "I don't care what he does to me. At least I could be in his arms for a brief moment."
There was a bizarre expression on his face that clouded his eyes more. Horo Horo sighed and looked away.
"I'm going for medication to treat those wounds," he prepared to get up when Ren clutched him by the sleeve firmly.
He leaned slyly towards him and grazed his lips against his. Horo Horo couldn't hold control any longer. He moved on top of him and kissed him profoundly. Ren breathed in short gasps for the kisses, and for the wounds that burned more than ever. The gasps were intensified when the kisses deepened on his chest. Horo Horo wanted him more than ever; he never imagined that it would be so hard to contain his lust. He slipped the covers from him and contemplated the beauty as well as the pain imprinted on him.
"Don't worry, I'm fine."
Horo Horo smiled warmly and kissed him again. He wanted to make him happy, wanted him to feel pleasure at least once in this life full of pain and sadness, wanted him to moan even if it was not his name. Dizzying more and more, they finally collapsed one on top of the other, their heads revolving still. Horo Horo surrounded an arm over protectively around Ren, while his other hand toyed with his violet hair.
"You still thinking about him?" Horo Horo ventured to ask.
After a long pause...
"Yea, can't take him off my mind," Ren replied with anxiety.
Horo Horo closed his eyes and chewed his lower lip bitterly. No, he couldn't force him to love him, that would be unfair. He opened his eyes once again, forcing a cheerful smile and pecked him sweetly on the forehead.
"But no matter what, I'll always be here…for you."
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