The Hatred of Snow
Silent Storm
By-RedEyedRaven(wolf…)
I realized suddenly that I haven't updated in a fricken' month, so I gifted you with two chapters and an ending. .
Dear unheard screams yes, this is definitely weird! And weird it will stay, that's the way my crazy little mind works! XD I couldn't help it. And are you entirely sure Yuki wouldn't do this? If he took up after Akira he just might XD
And for unheard screams (again), well, you'll just have to see, won't you? (grins evily)
Now to the rest of you, enjoy!
The house was dead silent save the small clock that ticked relentlessly on the kitchen wall. It waited, seeming to dread the very air in which it hung. Invisible tension strangled the house, suffocating its occupants. Somewhere a sudden gasp was inaudible to the floor below it, the walls watched with weary eyes, and long taut emotions broke free and danced with the storm outside, screaming with the wind and lingering solely around this little half heartbroken house. Intangible word pored forth from this storm, and deafened those who created it, while all at the same time going unheard. Mostly, they were tossed away and uncared for.
This storm won't let up. Kyou's mind talked to his unlistening body, which arched like music against his tormentor, his victim. Neither of them made a sound, but kept thrusting against the others body, perfectly in tune. Crying. That's not what his eyes were doing. Crying. That's not what his mind was doing.
Crying. That's what his soul was doing. Soundless pleasure released, erased the thoughts from mind. Then memory and pain trickled back in, and they did it again. As soon as reality came close, it was shunned by another cycle of pleasure. More like white-out than eraser. Nothing could erase pain. Nothing would heal it. The pleasure served only to cover it up.
Again.
And again
… And again.
He'd lost count in the endless cycle, reality came back, determined to embed it self in his mind. Kyou turned, lust filled eyes boring into Yuki, determined to wash reality out with another turn of pleasure. He gave a hollow and unreturned smile, unable to see anymore the thoughts behind amethyst eyes. Somewhere in his subconscious, thoughts raged each other for supremacy. Maybe, if I do this, he'll forget. Maybe he'll heal. Maybe he'll learn to love again… maybe… Maybe he'll forgive me. But unable to sort themselves, none of these subconscious thoughts troubled his empty consciousness, instead deciding to remain where they would be unthought, unheard, and unseen.
Two pairs of unseeing, empty eyes met and silently agreed to cover the agony with the only thing they could do. For now.
Kyou found his back against his achingly familiar bed, his hands gripping the sheets until his lightly tanned knuckles turned as pale as Yuki's snowy skin, which was now barely brushing Kyou's naked body. Feline grace allowed Kyou's legs up and over Yuki's shoulders, hot flesh boiling with painless heat. Yuki's cock grazed Kyou's stomach, sending a chill down his spine as he arched up against it, sending his already hardened one rubbing against Yuki's.
Yuki stared lifelessly into Kyou's eyes, a brief flicker of unreadable emotion passing over them as his lips met Kyou's. Kyou's eyes sprang open in shock, in all of this, nothing similar to a kiss had even occurred. Nothing this gentle, this sweet, this… loving.
Kyou almost cried out as Yuki's teeth sank into his bottom lip, his mouth quickly filling with blood. He choked trying to swallow it, leaving it to slide down his lips and down his mouth, slipping gracefully down his chin, his chest, onto his bed. It left a trail down Yuki's mouth as well, and suddenly that look came back again. An evil smile curling the edges of his lips, he released his pin on Kyou and slid towards the end of the bed, bringing Kyou's body with him.
Kyou stared helplessly into Yuki's face, sudden tears falling down on the pale skin beneath him, cooling the recent heat just above his waiting shaft. Yet without objection or another look into Yuki's face, he did what he knew he was expected to. The only though that crossed his mind was I deserve this.
Kyou was too busy with his self punishing mantra to hear the small gasp of pleasure Yuki released as Kyou practically swallowed him whole, sliding his tongue in small quick movements around his erection, tugging on it gently with a soothing sucking motion, moving gently between the tip of his delicious cock to its base, leaving a hot trail of blinding pleasure in either direction. Small hands clenched his hair, and in one last movement, felt his skull sting as Yuki shoved his erection firmly inside of his mouth, a burst of hot sticky cum streaming into his throat.
He came up beside Yuki, panting slightly and exerting the last of his strength as to not collapse atop of him. He was too tired now to even realize that he was lying on Yuki's arm. He curled up on his side, unconsciously snuggling into Yuki's arm. He fell asleep almost instantly, even though the storm was now screaming harder than ever. The blankness in Yuki's eyes was replaced with shock, and he turned his face to his arm beneath Kyou's even-breathing chest. Without thinking, Yuki curled around Kyou's peaceful form and relaxed. This is what I've always wanted…
Sudden disgust flailed wildly within the pit of his stomach, and carefully unwound his half-asleep from beneath Kyou's body. Sometime when he hadn't been paying attention, the storm had stopped and revealed a nearly-full moon, whose rays slipped upon Kyou's suddenly delicate seeming form. The blood was gone from his face and body, but left its mark on the sheets below.
What… what have I done? Did I want this? No… this isn't what I wanted. I wanted to gain his love! I didn't want to force his body! I wanted… I wanted… love… Yuki looked again at his sleeping… what was he? His sleeping lover? That was far from the truth. His sleeping victim? Somehow, that wasn't right either. Kyou was, at least partly, to blame- wasn't he?
No. He wasn't… It's me. It's always been me! Yuki stood up from the blood-streaked, sweat-soaked and sex-drenched bed, silently striding to the door to cast one glance back towards Kyou. Now he seemed- he seemed to be radiating innocence. Pure, unclouded, unsheathed innocence. Look at him… I've stolen that too. He remembered the small cry of pain that Kyou had quickly bitten back as he thrusted himself selfishly into him for the first time. His innocence…
Yuki strode, with a robe he found on the floor wrapped around him, towards the kitchen. Flipping through all of the drawers in the dark, he finally found what he had been looking for. The least that I could do… is spare his suffering, I've already… I've already…
A large butcher knife clutched in his left hand, he slid down the counter beside the sink, a sudden sob softly escaping his lips, and he pressed it to his chest, tears flying down his face onto his lap, feeling filthier than ever.
Kyou had been dreaming of summer, of soft breezes and green trees, the clouds in a pale blue sky as he lay on the roof, daydreaming into the sky. Yuki was there suddenly, extending his hand and asking for company to the garden. Yuki took it, and saw for the first time, perfectly green vegetables and flowers shining with life from the earth. What is this? He asked to no one. Suddenly, the Kyou in his dream turned to face him. "This is another reality, what could have been if you realized sooner, if you had accepted and shown him your true feelings." My… true feelings? "Yes, what could have happened if you had been able to see through the hatred of shame. You never realized that you shared the same feelings, but your arrogance and pride took too much strength for you to see past." What? Then… what if I show him now? The other Kyou laughed smugly and pulled a knife from thin air, pointing it to Yuki's throat. Yuki seemed unearthly oblivious, pulling a leek from the ground and laughing.
"Hey Kyou, I think we'll eat this tonight! Wha-" Kyou rested the tip of the knife against Yuki's throat, grinning broadly.
"It's too late Kyou. You've already killed him." And with that the other Kyou slashed Yuki's throat, who let out a gurgled scream and fell in a heap to the ground.
What will I do next?