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Pierrot POV Series	By : indira Category: J-Rock/J-Pop & K-Pop > Pierrot Views: 1585 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Title: Submission to the Follower Author: Indira Neill E-mail: inofangirl@yahoo.com Archive/Mirror: hai hai Genre: yaoi Band/Pairing: Pierrot KiritoxJun Disclaimer: I do not represent these celebrities in any way, nor do I own them. I do not make any profit from this. Comments: Yes, I do tend to pair the founders of a band together more often then other people. Damnit, if they can get along well enough to form a band they might as well molest each other. And considering whoever I make uke always comes out sounding like a manic-depressive bi-polar child who eats small dogs I'm going to try going from the seme position this time. Ok, so that sounded wrong. Anyway, Kirito's pov. Also for once I get kinda lemonish. Uh, sm warning as well. Not much but yeah.
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Ever since the day I met him I thought he was adorable. Like a small animal that needed to be sheltered. Of course I took it upon myself to teach him other things as well. And I suppose I learned from him as well. But my lessons were more fun. And had more practical applications. He still does follow me around like a lost kitten or something. As much as I hurt him he keeps comming back, as much as I abuse him. He got his way and here we are, we're a band. A made a small submisive gesture and he is now forever submissive to me.
He's looking at me now from across the table. His wide innocent eyes framed by soft brown hair. It always smells nice, his hair I mean. He washes it constantly so it always does. Its adorable how he avoids eye contact with me even now. Aiji is to my right and Takeo to my left. Kohta is sitting on the same side as Jun directly across from Aiji. Not like its too relevent, but I like to know my place so I can change it. I'd really rather be sitting between Aiji and Jun with Takeo across from me. But you don't always get what you want. Now would be such a perfect oprotunity to terrorize him. Yet Aiji is half drunk and doesn't quite seem up to verbally abusing Jun right now. Its always more fun with Aiji. I may seem like a cold heartless bastard and in a way I am. But I do really care for Jun in the only way I know how. I love staring at the little scars I leave on his body. I love the way he screams my name. 'Shinya Shinya' and the way his face contorts. But I also love the way he looks sleeping when I wake up in the morning latched onto my waist. I love how he refuses to let go of me. But I'm not quite sure if I love him for who he is.
He's still looking at his drink like its the most amusing thing he's ever seen. With the same expression hs whs when adoring his cat. Perfect pure innocence. Even after all these years with my filthy mind he's still as innocent as an eight year old girl. He's embarrassed about his body. He always askes if he's doing the right thing. He always makes a big deal out of things.
Aiji just stood up. I can't remember the last thing he said. Hell, did he say anything. And now he's lying face down on the floor of the bar. Nice, Aiji, real classy. Kohta, also showing extreme maturity just kicked him in the side. I'm in a band with an eight year old girl, a a fourteen year old boy who will not mature and a drunk manwhore. At least Takeo possesses some intelligence. Thank god for Takeo.
Takeo, I'm not really close to anyone, even my brother. But I can have worthwhile conversations with Takeo. I mean, Aiji is great for getting on Jun's nerves and Jun is great for sex and Kohta...well Kohta is my brother so I'm required not to hate him. But Takeo I can just talk to. Decent too. He's got decent morals unlike me. Not like I'm looking for morals or anything.
Jun's looking at me now. I wonder why. He admires me so much. Something must be wrong if I'm the one he follows. Hell, even the drunk is better then me. Actually, right now I want to fuck him on the table. Perhaps I do have morals because I haven't jumped him yet. If I truly lacked morals he'd already be half naked knocking over Aiji's bottles.
I've always kind of lusted after Aiji as well. He's come on to me a few times but I haven't accepted his offers. Maybe thats another one of my twisted barely there morals. Since Jun's been mine I haven't had sex with anyone else. I don't want to crush his little eight year old heart into tiny little pieces. Not like I really need another one. Jun..its like having sex with a virgin every time. He never learns. He always looks at me with those confused eight year old eyes. He always says 'whatever you want me to do' and smiles. He has a perfect smile.
I'm still talking with Takeo although I wonder if he notices I'm not really paying attention. I'm too distracted by Jun's stare. Why the hell is he staring at me. Maybe he's had too much to drink and is losing it. I swear if Kohta kicks Jun I'll have to cut one of his toes off. Only Aiji and I can abuse Jun.
I caught Aiji once trying to 'help' Jun with a guitar progression. All I know is when I walked in to the studio he had one of his hands down Jun's pants and Jun looked at me like a cat in a tree. He'll do whatever I tell him to do. He wasn't scared or shocked, he was looking to me for what to do. I know if I told him to he would submit to whatever Aiji was planning to do to him. I love having that power over Jun but I'm not so sure I should have it.
I want to take him to the room now.
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His shirt has six buttons. Well, five. The third from the top is missing. I wonder what happened to it. Maybe Aiji ate it or something. I'm so easily distracted. I have ADD or something I swear. My shirt doesn't have any buttons so thats already on the floor. Although considering its a white shirt I should have probally been more careful with it. I hate doing wash.
Jun's lips are really soft. They always have been. But his hands are rough, really sad side effect of being a guitarist I guess. I still play sometimes. But not much. His pants are less interesting then his shirt was and they fall to the floor rather easily. I like him the way he is now. Pinned to the wall under my weight. Well, I weigh less then him but anyway. I also like how he shivers when I stroke him. But today, today I want this to be different. I've already pulled the thin pocket knife I keep with me out. And made two small cuts in his back. His upper back between his shoulders. I always do that as soon as I can. Although the owners of the hotel are always puzzled by the blood stains on the walls of the room. Their not deep or anything. Only a fine line of blood can been noticed. I used to tell him I wanted to cut out his wings and make him like me. It was a childish game we played. The wounds are so small only I know where they are. And I always cut in the same place, every time. But they always heal overnight and then I open them again.
I'm not sure what Jun exactly thinks of it. Its just something I do and he deals with it. But tonight I want things to be different. I leave the knife open and continue to stroke him. He breathes so heavily. I want to take him now but I want things to be different. I want to finally give him a lesson he's going to remember. I pull my hand away from him for a moment. Bringing my lips to his ear, I want things to be different.
"Jun, tonight," I lick his ear lightly, he shivers, "I'm going to let you cut me where ever you want to."
I place the knife into his hand and his eyes meet mine. Silently I remove the rest of my clothing and lay down on the bed. He's still pressed against the wall. Breathing. From the look in his eyes I can't tell his feelings. He's not scared like I thought he might be. He moves away from the wall. I can see the two crimson dots his wounds left in the white paint. He kneels on the nextnext to me. I want to finish him off. I want to take him. He's so submissive right now. He's up by the head of the bed. I could take him in my mouth if thats what I intended.
"Jun, I want you to tell me what you feel when you cut me. I want to know everything." my breath falls on him and he tenses. Soon, I can't stop myslef much longer. But this lesson can't be delayed. I watch as handhands fumble with the knife. Hell, I opened the damn thing for him, its not that hard really.
"Shinya..could you, could you turn over." his voice is a little uneven but he's not scared, just unsure of himself. I smile at him and do as I'm told. Perhaps he is learning something. I can feel the blade touch my upper back, between the shoulder blades. Some of Jun's blood was still on it when I gave it to him. He makes a second insision. He's cutting me like I cut him. "I want to prove to you we are already the same. You have wings too." He cut me a little deeper then I usually do to him. A little but not much. His tounge slides over the cuts taking in my blood. He has learned. His voice was perfectlly level.
"I love you Shinya. Even if you don't love me."
And I don't. At least not now. I want to tell him the same, want to make him feel the way I know he will if I could tell him the same. But I refuse to lie to him now. I'll tell him whatever he wants but I won't tell him that. I love things about him, but I don't love him. Not yet. Maybe sometime I'll learn to actually love him.
We're both lying naked on the sheets. They're blue. Not a pale blue or a deep blue, just blue. He's laying on his back and I haven't moved from my stomach since he added the insicions. I move so that I'm over him. His eyes are wide open. Normally they are half closed. He doesn't like watching me. There is a faint burring sensation on my back. Our tounges play for a moment while I get him ready. It never takes very long, he's used to it even though he never learns. He always feels a few degrees cooler then me. I enter him harshly and he twists his face in discomfort. He'll get used to it in a moment or two. His neck tastes really good. Different. He's touching my chest. Every time I hit into him he breathes in short gasps. As detached as he always looks I'm almost certain he enjoys this as much as I do. His eyes are still open. They look somehow less innocent then they did before.
He comes first. He always does. Even with things being different some things just don't change. I don't last much longer though. My back still burns. I wonder if his does. Has he had this same feeling all this time? Does he like it? I keep telling myself I don't care either way if he likes it or not because I like it and thats all that matters. Right? He's following me here. I'm the one thats importaint.
He looks so tired.
When I wake up in the morning the wounds have healed. And so have his.
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