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Miwaku no Zakuro	By : Tcharlatan Category: > Kyo/Kaoru Views: 2861 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A caterpillar crept along the gnarled branches of an old maple tree, meandering languidly through life with hardly a care or ambition in the world – a simple creature with simple needs. It was secure in its little world, protected by the tree’s sprawling bulk. Spotting a particularly green leaf at the end of its branch, it began to make its unhurried way toward the treat. One day, it knew, it would become something better, something ineffably beautiful and incomparably free. But it didn’t know how to instigate that change, so for now, it contented itself with an uncomplicated life.
A breeze swept through suddenly, cold and fierce, knocking the caterpillar from its perch and sending it tumbling uncontrollably through the branches of the tree until it came to a jarring halt mid-air. Dazed, upside-down, it tried to right itself again only to find itself restrained, ensnared by the sticky silk of a spider’s web. Panic struck the fragile insect, flopping and thrashing with all its might to free itself, but to no avail. It was trapped.
Drawn by the havoc of the caterpillar’s struggle, the web’s master came out to investigate. Long, spiky, segmented legs picked their way delicately across the threads, supporting a glossy black body with a brilliant crimson cross splashed across its belly as glittering onyx eyes took in their newest pray with distinctly predatory regard. Slowly, ever so slowly – taking its sweet time, as it was in no rush – the spider began to wrap the caterpillar in silk, restricting the pitiful creature even as it flailed in frightened denial. Eventually, the caterpillar was completely encased in a tight silk cocoon, and its struggles abated entirely at length.
Time passed – an hour, a day, a week, an eternity – before the insect began to stir again. Its silk prison had loosened while it rested, and it found itself pulling free of the threads, forming a hole and pressing itself out through it. The spider watched on, front legs crossed lazily in a very un-spider-like pose, as a slender body came exposed, followed by paper-thin wings that fluttered delicately as they came loose. Sunlight flashed off of magnificent dragonscale gold wings, shimmering with incandescent undertones and shot through with glossy black streaks and designs. The new butterfly basked in the warm sun, and the spider was pleased with its creation.
Somewhere nearby, a bird of prey shrieked ominously, its features and vision obscured by a falconer’s hood. On a branch looming over the spider’s web, a snake lay coiled in wait, forked tongue testing the air patiently. Thunder crashed, a bolt of lightning piercing the sky in a blazing arch of white fire, striking the tree at its core. The world exploded with a roar-
Kyo jerked awake in his bed, breath caught in his throat. He laid there for a moment, wondering what had sent his heart pounding so fiercely, until another peal of thunder rolled through the sky outside, shaking the room around him in a dull vibration. Storms always brought him strange dreams – showing him too much and too little of things he rarely understood – and made him ache with loneliness. He wouldn’t get any more sleep this night, if he remained alone. Dragging himself up out of his bed, he crept out of his room and into Kaoru’s, coming to a halt at the foot of the master bed.
He bit his lip, hesitating, wavering back and forth on the balls of his feet with obvious uncertainty. His master usually gave him the choice of which bed he would sleep in on any given night – although sometimes the choice was taken away when Kaoru’s desires dictated one or the other – and tonight Kyo had chosen his own. He wanted to change his selection, but it was after midnight now, and he worried about the risk of waking the older man. Kaoru could be decidedly pissy upon being woken, particularly if it was before he actually needed to get up. He stood there for a long while, weighing his options.
“You’re hovering,” a low voice grumbled, made husky by sleep.
Kyo jumped a little, startled. “S-… sorry… I didn't want to wake you…”
Kaoru sighed and propped himself up on one elbow, running his other hand through his hair in a halfhearted attempt to bring it to order while regarding his pet curiously. He took in eyes that were just a little too wide – pleading – and hands that fidgeted restlessly with undefined intent, contemplating their meaning before speaking again. “Bad dreams?”
Kyo shifted his weight side to side, glancing at the window. “Kind of…”
Lighting flashed outside – flooding the room with sharp white light for a split second – followed closely by a low boom of thunder, and the blonde shivered unhappily.
Kaoru raised an eyebrow. “The storm’s upsetting you?”
Kyo nodded. That wasn’t precisely the issue; he enjoyed thunderstorms for the sound and the feel of them, the tangible power carried in wind, rain, and heavy black clouds. It was just that he never felt safe to open himself up to that raw force if no one else was around to keep him grounded while his mind was riding the tempest. But that was a difficult thing to explain and Kaoru’s guess was close enough, and the tattooed arm lifting one side of the blanket in invitation indicated that it was reason enough for his master to grant him his wish. He crawled in quickly, before Kaoru could change his mind, and settled into a comfortable curl as the older man draped himself languidly over him. Kaoru wasn’t necessarily a cuddler, but he frequently enjoyed using his pet as a pillow. Tonight, Kyo would easily trade the hollow ache of solitude for his master’s bony angles.
For a moment, rain beating against the window was the only sound between them, before Kaoru broke the silence again. “You know, pet, it’s difficult to give you the things that you want if you never speak up and tell me what they are.”
Kyo blinked sleepily up at the man, already beginning to drift a bit. “But… you always give me what I need… what else would I ask for?”
Kaoru cracked a lazy smile. His previous companions had all been courtesans, and certainly none of them had ever had any difficulty voicing their endless frivolous desires. He found it a bit funny that he would have to pry such things out of this one. “Wants and needs are distinct concepts, and I occasionally enjoy indulging my pets in the former.”
“Oh…” What Kaoru enjoyed was invariably Kyo’s responsibility, and he cast about his drifting thoughts for an offering. “I want… mmm… I guess… the only thing I want... is to go home.”
Kaoru raised an eyebrow. “Why? You know your old apartment has been gutted and rented out to someone new.”
Kyo shook his head, yawning as he shifted just a little to ease the grind of Kaoru’s sharp hip against his side. “No, not there. I want… white miso and the clacking of kimono looms… to bring fried tofu to the kitsune guarding Inari shrines and to stand in a big open field for hanami, without the lights and noise and crowds of the city. The air here is poisonous – oppressive and corruptive… spiritless… I want to see Kyoto again.”
Kaoru hummed thoughtfully, threading a hand through the younger man’s hair, but gave no other indications of interest otherwise, positive or negative. Were he in a more attentive state, Kyo would have been able to see the wheels in the man’s head turning with curious intent, and wondered at their direction. As it was, the blonde’s eyes drifted shut, lulled by his master’s warmth and the steady rumble of the storm outside, echoing in his chest and fighting to pull his mind loose from its moorings into wind-swept flight. An errant thought came to his tongue before he could process it into something more intelligible, but, utterly content, he couldn’t be bothered to elaborate on it.
“And I want the falcon and the snake to stay out of my dreams…”
Kaoru snorted, mildly bemused at the comment, and closed his eyes as well.
~*~
In a meticulously clean room with soothing, grey-blue walls, a slender figure lay alone in an oversized bed. Large eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, striving to ignore the piteous cries coming from the next room, and failing miserably. Eventually, Shinya caved in and threw his covers aside, sliding out of bed and crossing out of his bedroom, bare feet utterly silent on hardwood and carpet alike. In his living room area, he bent over a small playpen and lifted out the unfortunate creature that had been interrupting his sleep for the last hour, ever since the thunderstorm has started up.
The little chihuahua puppy – Miyu, he called her – had been a birthday gift from Toshiya, although a somewhat late one given the blue-haired man’s condition on the actual day. Housebreaking had been an appalling challenge and she was in something of a nipping phase at the moment as her puppy teeth were falling out, but Shinya absolutely adored her. She kept him company when other humans were too complicated and too nerve-wracking for him to deal with, demanding only food and a scratch on the back (and then maybe more food). She entertained him in the evening, filling time that he had once spent reading or watching television in detached solitude with endless distractions in the form of the endearingly destructive games only puppies can get away with. She gave him a purpose – a living creature to hold and take care of, to make happy and to be relied upon by – which he hadn’t realized he had so desperately craved until now.
All of which made it really hard to ignore her when she cried in fear of the storm.
He knew better than to coddle her or try to coo and reassure her – it would only encourage her fears, turn this fussing into a habit for the future – but he didn’t have to leave her to deal with it all alone. So, shooting off a half-formed prayer that she wouldn’t have to use the bathroom during the night, he plopped the squishy little creature on the pillow next to his own and laid back down. She ignored the suggested sleeping place, coming instead to cuddle into the curve between his neck and shoulder, her nose a distinct discomfort against his ear. All the same, he fell asleep with a smile on his face and a warmth in his chest he hadn’t felt in longer than he could remember.
~*~
Die lived in a world of comparisons. The middle of three sons, he had grown up always held against his brothers… and always found wanting. He was never as athletic as his older brother; his trophies always just a little bit smaller, just one place further down in the rankings, and that made them worthless. He was never as smart as his younger brother; his GPA just a little bit lower, his reviews just a little less glowing, and that made them abysmal. It was an endless cycle of him pouring his heart and soul into all that he did, falling always just short of perfection and being bitterly chastised for it, succumbing to hopeless discouragement for short stretches before trying something new. He had been an optimist, once upon a time. Eventually, though – around the time he turned fifteen – he’d grown tired of always falling short and given up trying to make his parents proud.
On a frustrated whim, he’d sought out the most obnoxious shade of red he could find and dyed his hair. Die had always hated the color red, felt that it did nothing but hide misery under false pretenses of beauty. Pain hid under red, red blood; thorns hid under red, red roses; poison ran within red, red berries; lies curled behind red, red, lips; and the dripping crimson sky at sunset heralded the arrival of the denizens of the night, wicked and seeking only to consume those that dwelt in the light. He had taken that hated color and made it his own, wrapped it around himself in a protective shroud and allowed himself to be the disgrace his parents had convinced him he would always be. He had gone to the streets, becoming one of those vile night creatures and lashing out in a rash of violent crimes that saw him in a juvenile detention facility before his sixteenth birthday.
It was there that he’d met Kaoru, and been introduced to a family that loved him unequivocally for just who he was. He got to be whoever he felt like being, never a botched reflection of anyone else, and he bloomed under the easy acceptance of the lifestyle for a long time. Until he started looking at himself… and looking at his new brothers… and finding himself wanting in his own eyes. Thus began a new, self-inflicted cycle of criticism; a black and white world where other people’s good qualities became his own dysfunctions, where falling short meant falling forever into an endless spiral of failure and disappointment.
Kaoru was so goddamned cunning; against him, Die found himself to be absolutely brutish, laughably simple-minded and graceless. Toshiya’s near-ethereal beauty, taking so many forms but never once falling short of breath-taking, made him feel homely and gawky, like a muddy stone next to a polished sapphire. Compared to Shinya’s internal fortitude, Die saw himself as weak-willed and petty, a frail child in the shadow of the younger man’s indomitable dignity and stalwart determination to survive. And – less so, but more and more as time went by – Kyo’s unwavering desire to take care of those he felt kinship with made Die feel selfish, apathetic and blind to the needs of those he loved. He hid it as best he could, beneath a protective shield of cocksure braggery and endless teasing jokes, because he couldn't stand the thought of being pitied by those whose opinions he so deeply valued. Besides, if people were laughing with him, they couldn't see through to his many shortcomings to laugh at him.
It was only here, in this room, that all of that seemed to just… fade away. Here, the endless sea of red spoke to him only of passion, of heated love and the deepest pleasures of the body and soul. Here, where the only reflective surface was Toshiya’s eyes, he could see himself only how the younger man saw him, and his insecurities melted into nothing under that smoldering gaze. Toshiya thought he was beautiful. Toshiya thought he was clever. Toshiya thought he was strong and caring and funny and perfect, and none of the self-deprecating whispers in the back of Die’s mind could ever do anything to sway that determined appraisal. Because Toshiya allowed Die to be something he’d never been before – to feel things he’d never felt, that burned away the darkness inside him – Die felt driven to impart that same sense of awe and wonder on him.
Toshiya lay now in the center of that crimson bed, back propped up against so many pillows, watching him with a half-hidden smile and those infinite, adoring eyes. Die stripped off his shirt, dropping it carelessly to the floor before kneeling onto the mattress, crawling his way up the length of his younger lover’s body. They met in the sweetest of kisses, lips sliding gently against one another, tongues sliding and exploring and tasting with a slow-building heat. Toshiya sighed happily and Die pulled back just enough to nip his lower lip before diverting his kisses to newer territories.
This would be their first time together, following excruciating weeks of waiting as Toshiya recovered from his injuries and both of them awaited the results of STI tests. Toshiya had failed such tests multiple times in the past – never with anything that couldn’t be wiped out with a few rounds of antibiotics; a testament to his phenomenal luck – but this time they both had come back clean. Toshiya fully intended, with every fiber of his being, to never do anything that might necessitate another of those tests. It went against a lifetime of promiscuous tendencies, but as long as he had Die, he would never lay a hand or mouth on another person, nor allow such to be laid on him. He would be faithful, and that alone spoke volumes of his feelings for the older man.
One of Toshiya’s hands tangled into fiery red hair as his beloved's mouth licked, nipped, and kissed its way down to his chin, under his jaw line and up to his ear, the lobe slowly drawn into wet, hot suction that made him gasp just a little. He tilted his head to one side just a little in a silent, instinctive entreaty for more. Die happily obliged, lavishing attention on that ear by ever-so-gently nibbling his way along the outer curve of the cartilage and running the very tip of his tongue along the sensitive underside. When Toshiya let out a shivery moan of appreciation, the redhead changed course again, making his way leisurely down the graceful column of his lover’s long neck.
Coming upon the obstacle presented by Toshiya’s shirt, Die slid one hand under the blue-haired man’s back to help support him as the other hand began to lift the garment away. Toshiya grabbed the hem in both hands and carefully helped remove the shirt, range of motion still a bit stiff but expanding daily. Die lowered him back into the pillows, sparing a moment to leave a butterfly kiss just above the newly-sealed pink ridge that had once been a gaping hole in the younger man’s abdomen before returning back to the spot he’d just left. His lips left a warm, pleasantly-tingling trail down Toshiya’s neck and across his collar bone, licking languidly over one strong shoulder and nipping playfully down one defined bicep, cradling the limb almost reverently in both hands. When he pressed a sweet kiss to the needle scars on the soft inside of an elbow, Toshiya whispered his name with such undeniable love that Die could only shiver in response.
He teased his way down the slender forearm to play at Toshiya’s fingers; nibbling at the tip of the pointer, running his tongue up the length of the middle, sucking the entire ring digit into his mouth. Beneath him, Toshiya squirmed, his breathy sighs and indulgent shivers slowly turning to needy moans and impatient tremors. The blue-haired man’s long legs pressed together at the knee, thighs sliding against one another, coyly seeking friction and relief in a display of arousal that was somewhat feminine and completely for show; a learned response, not intentionally dishonest, but not natural to him either. A habitual gesture designed to incite the flames of loveless, transitory partners, to drive the encounter summarily toward its inevitable conclusion.
Toshiya understood sex as a fulfillment of physical desires, but had no experience with it as a form of bonding or as an emotional expression. He had no concept of how two people could speak to one another in this manner, with no words and perfect understanding between them. Die had his work cut out for him, stalwartly refusing to let his and Toshiya’s first time together be nothing more than animal lust, and he accepted the challenge without hesitation.
He made his way back up to Toshiya’s shoulder, across his collarbone again, and paid similar attention to his other arm, his other scars, his other fingers. This time when he took one of those long digits into his mouth, he got a deep, rough moan in response, though it was quickly swallowed. It was an encouraging lapse in Toshiya’s automatic efforts to display and perform. From there, Die moved on to his lover’s chest. He trailed delicate kisses along the underside of one smooth, hard pectoral, hands splaying out against silky skin and sliding down the sides of a narrow waist. By the time he made it up to one dusky brown nipple and flicked just the tip of his tongue over the tiny nub, it was enough to make Toshiya groan loudly, grinding up against him in a more instinctive demonstration of desire.
Die bit back a grin at the reaction, holding his squirmy lover in place with both hands on the younger man’s thin hips as he lipped teasingly at the nipple, running his tongue in a circle around it before kissing-licking-nipping his way over to the other side. Toshiya was beside himself with bliss, both hands now tangled in Die’s hair as he lost himself to the flood of sensation washing over him. No one had ever been so attentive with him before, had focused on his pleasure and worked to draw it out so slowly, so thoroughly from every part of his body. Part of him wanted to rush for the big finish as he was accustomed to, part of him wanted to this foreplay to never end, and all of him loved Die so much for treating him this way that his heart ached under the force of it. He settled for whimpering the redhead’s name and begging him for more.
Die let out a soft, appreciative hum, kissing his way down the shallow trench between abdominal muscles – sidetracking once more at that sensitive new scar, pouring his love into the injury that had almost taken Toshiya away from him, but instead brought them closer than ever – to delve his tongue into the younger man’s tiny navel. The feeling was ticklish and erotic all at once, something Toshiya had done to others but never actually experienced, and it made him gasp, hips jerking reflexively. Wide hands – tattooed here, scarred there; the calloused and skilled hands of a professional killer – eased open the fly of the younger man’s pants, pushing the cloth down to clear a path for himself.
Slowly, by torturously exquisite centimeters at a time, Die made his way down one slender leg, loving each bit of flesh as it was revealed to him by the steady removal of fitted black jeans. He discovered an unusual sensitive spot on the inside of Toshiya’s knee and lavished it with attention, latching on with a steady suction and rolling his teeth over the flesh until a deep, dark hickey was formed and Toshiya was crying out his need. Pressing a light kiss to the arch of one foot as it cleared the hold of the pants, he spared a moment to admire his lover in all his natural splendor and discard his own pants before making his way up the other leg. For symmetry’s sake, and because he loved the noises the blue-haired man was making, he left another love mark on the over-sensitive spot on the opposite knee, continuing his trip up only when Toshiya’s grip on his hair became painful.
Toshiya had lost all of the pretenses and practiced motions of a courtesan by then. He was rutting his hips mindlessly into the air, cock jutting hard and heavy from a neatly-manicured patch of hair, head arched back as he pleaded for Die to do something, anything to relieve his ache. When he had dissolved to the point where all he could say was Die’s name and half-formed demands for more, the redhead gave in and wrapped his lips around the younger man’s straining erection. Toshiya’s ecstatic cry rode in on the back of a ground-shaking peal of thunder, the very air in the room shivering under the force of both.
What Die lacked in experience, he more than made up for in determination; sucking and licking enthusiastically at the flesh filling out his mouth. One hand held Toshiya’s hip, keeping him from bucking too wildly while the other teased and stroked at the base of his cock that Die couldn’t quite fit. Graceless as it was, it was all Toshiya needed. After so much teasing, and being entirely unused to being on the receiving end of such ministrations, it took hardly any time at all before he was tugging at Die’s hair and trying to choke out a warning. The effort was too much on some accounts, and not enough on others; he managed to get Die off his arousal just in time for shots of pearly, sticky white to splatter half into the redhead’s mouth, half down his chin and neck.
There was a long, awkward moment where Die just stared up at Toshiya, utterly bewildered, and Toshiya panted, wide-eyed and floundering hopelessly between bliss and mortification. Then Die grinned, tongue sliding out to collect the cum gathered on his lips. He just looked so damn pleased with himself, Toshiya couldn’t help but let out a shaky laugh, grabbing a wet-nap from the little box on his nightstand to wipe as much of the mess away as he could with hands that trembled with exertion. Die just beamed up at him, turning up his chin to bask happily in the attention, waiting until he was acceptably clean before stretching out beside his younger lover.
“Sorry…” Toshiya murmured, grinning bashfully.
“Oh don’t be,” Die purred cheekily. “I know you couldn’t help yourself. I’m just too damn sexy, ne?”
Toshiya’s eyelids lowered just a bit, nothing but deep-seated love and fond adoration in his gaze. “Absolutely.”
Die blushed a little at the heartfelt honesty in the younger man’s voice, some of his awe and insecurity showing through as his cocksure bravado slipped. “H-Heh… anyways, I didn’t mind.”
“Mmm… I suppose it’s my turn then?” Toshiya wondered, one hand creeping its way to the heat between the redhead’s thighs.
Die caught his wrist with a faint, almost reluctant smile. “Nope.”
Toshiya pouted. “What? What not?”
“I don’t want you moving around that much while you’re still healing. Even this much has to be hurting.”
“Well… a little, but not that much, I’ll be fine. Come on, that’s not fair!”
“You’ll just have to make it up to me later with something extra special, then, won’t you?” Die winked, rolling off the bed and moving towards the bathroom. “I can take care of myself for tonight.”
Toshiya caught his hand, biting his lip to hold back a smile caught between hope, curiosity, and desire. “Can I at least… watch?”
“…”
Thunder rumbled overhead as a slow grin split Die’s lips and his knees hit the mattress.
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