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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"NO WAY!" Hige mused with a laugh.
It was early morning around 2:00 am. Kiba had just gotten back fron work; Toboe is still fast asleep in his bedroom. So Kiba called Hige to talk about what he'd just seen.
"You caught the runt doing WHAT?!" He burst into a fit of laughter, loud enough to make Kiba move the receiver away from his ear.
"I know," Kiba said in a hushed tone trying to hint to his lover to calm down. "It shocked the hell out of me, too."
"So... C'mon, what'd you say to him afterwards?" Moon fished for more.
"I didn't say anything," Kiba shrugged cutting Hige off before he spoke again. "What was I supposed to say? Pull up or you're in trouble." This made Hige laugh again. "It's not..." He stifled a laugh himself. "It's really not that funny." Though he then lost his compsure and laughed a bit. "Why would he do something like that?"
"Tah, kid's either got adolescent 'hot pants' now, or..." He paused.
"What?"
"Well... I only started doin' stuff like that when I found out I had a crush on you." Hige's embarrassment was apperant in his tone as he confessed.
Kiba didn't really care in the sense of the two of them, but what Hige said had struck a cord in him. "So... do you mean that... you've never done that up until the point when you were attracted to me?"
"Yeah, geez you don't have to rub it in." Hige felt uncomfortable all of a sudden and wanted to change the subject.
Kiba smiled hearing the tightness in his lover's voice. "Hige, I'm flattered that you'd jerk-off because of me - and glad that you don't have to anymore, but what I was thinking about is Toboe..."
"Toboe? What about him?"
"It's just that... Well, what if he has the same configuring as you?" Kiba wondered out loud. "I've never seen Toboe remotely interested in any kind of sexual behavior or activity, until just today..."
"Well, there are bathrooms." Hige offered.
"No, I leave the door unlocked; and he's usually making up some idiotic game while he's in there."
He blinked dramatically as what Kiba was saying sank in. "So what you're saying is - you think that he's suddenly interested in his body because of that Tsume guy?"
"Ugh, don't even say it out loud. I might be wrong, but that's exactly what I was thinking."
"Shit..." Was all Hige could offer. "Weeelll, how're you gonna find out if it's true?"
Kiba sighed and shook his head. "I don't know."
They were silent a moment.
"Hey! I've got it!" Hige announced.
"What?"
"I could babysit the runt tomorrow while you're at work, and then one thing'll lead to another; and I'll bring up the uuuuh," he unseenly wriggled his eyebrows. "Exploration subject. Then one, two, three he'll spill the beans."
"...Mmmm, I don't know. Toboe probably wouldn't be comfortable with the topic."
"Yeah right, the kid admires me." Hige boasted. "He'll love to talk like a big guy - older brother never knowing, free of charge."
"But, of course you'll tell me, right?"
"Ha-duuuuh! You know I'd never keep anything from you." He shook his head.
Kiba quietly thought the plan over, and damned if it didn't sound like it would work. Smiling, he nodded saying, "Yeah, we'll give it a try."
"Haha, alright! You're finally getting a back-bone."
"Whatever. Good night, Hige."
"Good night - hey, wait!"
"Yeah?"
"I'm glad you're talking to me again."
Kiba narrowed his eyes. "I didn't know that I wasn't."
The Moon teen shrugged. "I don't know, I just kinda thought that you were mad at me from earlier, that's all."
"Oh... No, I forgot all about that." He sat himself up. "Besides, it's not important anymore. Good night, Hig'."
"Night." He hung up.
Kiba sat quietly in his bed after hanging up the phone. He bit into his bottom lip. Sliding out of his bed, he walked into the hallway past the bathroom to his brother's door. His hand raised to knock on the door, but he dropped it back down at his side. Turning the knob, he pushed the door gently open and peeked inside.
Toboe was laying in his bed, fast asleep, as though he hadn't a care in the world. Kiba hated what he wanted to do to his brother, but he needs answers as to what was going on with Toboe and this - Tsume. His little brother promised he wouldn't see the guy anymore, but his behavior has just been so weird, that it's hard to tell if he's lying or not.
Closing the door, he returned down the hall to his bedroom. Kiba was exhausted from work and wanted nothing more than to sleep the rest of tomorrow away. At least until he had to leave for work again. With a yawn, he adjusted the blanket like he likes it, then he closed his eyes and fell asleep.
# #
Tsume was at his computer gazing at the screen. The picture he had taken with Toboe when he had his hand on his thigh was blown up on the screen. He smiled at it adoringly. He wanted to use it as a desktop wallpaper but decided against it, Jet sometimes comes over to use his computer - and another lecture from him was all he needed to ruin a perfectly good day.
"Toboe..." He smiled the name from his lips. "You little fox..." His finger touched the screen, caressing lovingly along the boy's jawline on the picture - or what he saw of it, as Toboe had dropped his head slightly when the picture was taken. "Hhhaa?"
He couldn't be sure of it... But... was Toboe blushing? Clicking on the magnifying glass in the corner of the screen he enlarged the picture more, until he was practically out of it. A smile marred onto his face, he couldn't believe it! Toboe had blushed... does that mean that he - liked it? A banging at the door brought his attention away from the computer and he dropped the screen.
"What the hell do you want?" He shouted towards the door.
"Is the door unlocked or what?" Asked a voice that could only be Jet's.
Tsume sighed, standing up from the seat he crossed the room and reached out yanking the door open. His eyebrows rose asking the question of: "What".
"I needed to know if you have any..." He cleared his throat and turned his blushed face away. "Any lube left?"
"Ahahahaha! Jet, you dog," he looked past the man's body to where his door resides and saw the boxer's reason for bothering him this early in the morning. "Well, get out of here... Spike, fucking, Spiegel."
Jet's cheeks burned a little more.
"He-hey, Tsume. Long time no see." The lanky man walked crookedly down the hall. He was obviously drunk.
"Yeah," Tsume patted the man's shoulder. "Looks like you and Jet here are gonna do a little reuniting. I thought you were still training boys to become men in Okinawa."
Spike sniffled and smiled. "Shit, and miss a chance to fuck one of my best again. I don't think so."
"Alright alright, enough of that." Interrupted the boxer. "Do you have any or not?"
Tsume turned his eyes on him with a smirk. "Fresh tube, too." He disappeared into his living room returning moments later with the well-sized tube. "Here you are, little boy," Tsume teased. "Now, don't you two go eating each other all night; you have to get up in the morning."
"Ha ha ha." Jet snatched it. "Good night, Tsume."
"Good night, Jet."
"See ya, man." Spike tossed him a dazed wink before walking off with Jet.
Tsume watched after the two with a laugh on his lips. 'I'm surrounded.' Going back into his apartment he closed the door; glancing at the computer he decided to go into the bedroom instead. He had to set a little something up for... later days.
...
Tsume awoke the next morning with another usual mess in his bed. He ran a hand through his hair with a sigh. 'I've gotta control plan outburst more constructively. This mess making is getting awkward.' He yawned silently. 'I'm becoming pathetic.' Slipping out of the bed, he then strolled to the bathroom; lifting his shirt up slightly to scratch his stomach as he went. He missed the sound of his living room door opening as he shut the door of the bathroom after him.
"Hey, Tsume!" Spike called poking his head into the room. Looking back and forth not finding the homeowner, he decided to let himself in. It was his usual pattern of living really. He would just let himself in anywhere - welcomed or not.
"Oh, here we go." Turning into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and pulled out a carton of orange juice, then he grabbed a glass from the cabinet beside him. With a smirk of mischief; Spike poured some of the orange liquid into the glass before bringing the carton up to his lips taking a long swig from it. "Aaaaa," He expelled a refreshed sigh.
Tsume walked out of his bedroom, leaning his forearm against the doorframe watching the man help himself to a drink. "And when you're done.. you can reach into your pocket and give me 4.95 for the carton." He waltzed into the kitchen. Snatching the sullied juice back from the trainer, who had nearly choked on his last gulp of juice when he suddenly heard the model's voice; he ducked a swat to the head.
"Tsume, glad you're up!" Spike piped cheerfully.
"Do you want something?"
The now sober friend cocked an eyebrow with a sly smile. "Well, since I am gonna pay you back for it," he reached out for the carton.
Tsume held onto it, pulling it out of reach to mess with Spike, before giving in and handing it to him.
"Thanks." Spike patted him on his ass. "By the way," he dug into his pocket for what Tsume thought was the money, but instead he pulled out the tube of lube he'd lent the couple last night. "brought it back for ya."
Tsume's face registered clear disgust and he scowled seeing the thing; he held his arms out keeping the boxing coach away. "Keep it."
"You sure, it's new." Spike went on messing with the man.
"Yes, I'm sure." Tsume moved out of the kitchen and went into his bedroom to get something to wear for the day.
Spike watched with his eyes; he then sauntered into the living room. Plopping down onto the couch he let out a sigh, looking around for the remote to the TV. 'There it is.' He got up from his sitting place travelling the distance from the couch to the computer table. Snagging the remote, he lingered beside the table a while.
At first he was just peering out the window down below at the city, and as his attention grew bored of that he flipped up the computer screen. "Helloooo?" He started to click the corner of the screen to the minimize. Whatever was on the screen was nothing but a large blur at the time.
Tsume emerged from his bedroom, tugging a shirt over his head. "Any way, if your through here," he started saying until he saw the man at his computer. "GET THE HELL AWAY FROM THERE!" He barked.
Spike hardly seemed fazed by the outburst, and made a low whistle when the picture came into focus. "Ha. This is some pretty R rated stuff. Who's the kid?" He asked half-heartedly.
Tsume growled and crossed the room to where his soon to be EX-friend stood. "Nobody." He slammed the screen down. "Now, if you're done for the day, get out. I've got a lot of shit to do today."
Spike smirked teasingly. "Shit... or kids?"
Tsume narrowed his eyes at the man. He was becoming fed up with the whole damned thing. Spike was a tease - sure - but sometimes enough was enough. "The kid is just a friend of mine, that's all! I don't have to explain myself to you."
"Alright alright." He held his hands up in defense. "I know when I'm not welcomed."
"That's a load of crap, because you still visit your parents." Tsume remarked, shoving him towards the door.
"Hahaha, good one Tsu'. You oughta go on the road."
"Yeah, and I'll start by running you over. Now, get out." He growled, pushing Spike out the door.
Now out the door, Spike turned around raising a hand to say something but ended up getting the door slammed in his face. Tsume turned the lock just in-case the man tried to get back in again. Not that he just as easily couldn't pick the lock, but he doubted Spike - or anybody - were that brave. The frustrated model clicked the picture off the screen, after returning to the computer; silently, he cursed himself for not doing it the night before.
'Fucking snoop. There's one born everyday.' He mused. Looking around the pent house, he glanced out the window then frowned. It had snowed again over night. Which meant that if he were going anywhere, he'd have to bundle up. 'Hn? I wonder what Toboe is doing today?' He smiled thinking of anything his crush would do on a snowy day. 'I think I'll take a drive...' He decided.
Grabbing his keys and his coat, the model walked out of his apartment; glad to see that Spike had retreated into Jet's place, again, so that he could leave in peace.
Across town at the Wolf residence.
Toboe just finished a bowl of Honey Combs when he heard the doorbell. Peeking out the window he saw Cher standing at the door. He smiled reaching between the blinds to tap his fingers on the glass. Cher leaned back a step and waved seeing the boy then she pointed at the door. Toboe lifted the window with a slight struggle from the cold, and said, "It's open." before closing it back down.
Cher grabbed the knob and pushed it open. "It's freezing out there." She was saying while walking into the kitchen. Looking around with her eyes, she then looked at Toboe. "Where's your brother?"
"Still sleeping." He blushed. Toboe was still really uncomfortable and embarrassed in front of his brother, after what he had caught him doing yesterday.
"I'll bet. He got in pretty late last night. I almost didn't get up this morning, either." She turned her head feeling the person in question brush past her shoulder; Kiba smiled a good morning to her while walking by into the kitchen.
Toboe watched his brother carefully; wondering if he had told Cher what he was doing, before she'd left their house last night. But he seemed to make no indications of anything. Right now he seemed more driven towards getting something to eat than making fun of his kid brother because he was trying to... figure himself out.
"Well, I just came by to tell you that Cheza can't go ice skating with you guys today." The woman remembered.
Toboe's eyes widened in surprise. "Aaaw, why not?"
"She has a doctor's appointment that I had forgotten about - if someone would have reminded me..." She trailed off.
Toboe was glad for that; he slid from his seat taking his bowl to the sink. He hated it when Cher started talking about adult situations, such as, Hubb being a jackass - as she so often called him - or Hubb being so damned irresponsible, that she hated him. It was a nightmare - and it wasn't even his family!
Kiba yawned over his bowl of cereal, as he poured the milk. "That's okay," he replied. "She can just come with us next weekend."
"That's good to know." The teacher turned her attention back to Toboe. "I'll see you later tonight then."
"Yeah."
"About that..." Kiba's voice stopped the woman's retreat. "I thought maybe tonight, Hige could babysit - if that's okay with you?"
"No, it's fine." She waved it off. "It'll give me more time to plan for my lessons without Peeping Toms getting a heads up." A playful fist was held up at Toboe, who merely laughed it off. "If that's it, I'll see you both tomorrow."
"Bye, Mrs. Cher."
"Bye, sweeties." She closed the door behind her.
There was silence in the kitchen, and Toboe didn't like it. It usually meant another 'Big Brother Lecture' over something he did wrong - which he knew could only be - The Thing. "Well, I'm gonna go get dressed to go..."
"Toboe, wait."
He froze in his pace to the hallway and turned to face his brother. "Yeah?"
"About the other day,"
"No, I just wanna forget about it, ok?"
"Okay, but, all I wanted to say is that I'm sorry I walked in on you." This shocked his little brother. "I should have knocked first. I don't care what you were doing... I shouldn't have invaded your privacy."
Toboe thought his brother had been switched over night with some android, and he was unaware of its actions or reasons for being in his house. "Uuuhhh, thanks. I think."
Kiba shrugged. He wasn't entirely behind what he was saying, but he felt really guilty for sending in Hige to spy on his little brother's private thoughts. But, all he was doing really was watching out for the kid. Is it his fault? Could anyone blame him?
Toboe took one last glance at his brother before dashing out of the kitchen to his room. 'That was weird. But at least now I know he's gonna knock first before coming into my room - which means...' He went over to his dresser drawer and pulled out the autographed picture Tsume had given to him. He smiled at the photograph. Tsume never looked so handsome, and Toboe thought that even HE looked good in it.
'I can just flip it up to the white side whenever Kiba comes in; I bet he won't even see it.' The teen pondered. Taking out a roll of Scotch tape from his pencil drawer, he ripped a piece free placing it on the top of the picture. Then ripping another piece off, he slipped it onto the backside with the sticky part out so that when he flipped the picture it would stay up on the wall.
With a smile he stared at it, pasted to his wall with pride. 'Tsume wrote: friend on it. I'm glad to be his friend. It'll be nice to have more people to talk to.' Unbuttoning his shirt, he turned away from the picture with a blush on his cheeks. He may feel a little something for Tsume, but he would never undress in front of him - even if it's just a picture.
Downstairs. Hige walked into the Wolf house, stamping his boots onto the rug outside before slipping out of them to come inside. "Hey." He greeted seeing his lover sitting at the kitchen table. Walking over to him, he planted a kiss on Kiba's cheek because he could see the Wolf teen's mouth still chewing his cereal.
"Want some?" He offered.
"Sure!" Hige took the bowl from him then his spoon and dug in. "So where's Toboe?"
"Upstairs, hopefully just getting dressed."
Hige smiled a laugh.
"I told him I'd give him more personal space, and not always..." He searched for a word.
"Weasel into his business? Snoop into his privacy..." Hige licked his tongue to the side of his mouth. "Oh! Maybe be less of a world class prier!"
Kiba narrowed his eyes at him, saying playfully. "Shut up, Hige."
Hige shrugged. "Well, whatever." He took another bite before handing the bowl back to Kiba. "Listen, I thought maybe you and me could go to the arcade down the street while the runt's ice skate."
Kiba finished the last of the cereal then he got up to put his bowl away. "When does it open?" He scratched an itch on his cheek.
"I don't know, ten-ish." Shrugged the Moon male.
"Okay. I have to get dressed; Cheza's not coming." He mentioned.
"There's an idea!" Hige hopped up from the table - ignoring the Cheza comment.
Kiba laughed holding him back. "Not with my brother in the house." He shook his head in disapproval.
"Ha! The kid needs lessons anyway." He gave his lover a quick kiss on the lips leaning in for another one, but Kiba dodged out of the way.
"Cut it out." Though his laughter wanted otherwise. He held onto Hige's cheeks giving him a kiss in return. "There. Now stay." He ordered as though Hige were a dog.
"Arf!" Barked Hige with a teasing smile. He followed Kiba through the living room; sitting on the couch while the resident of the place went upstairs.
Just as Kiba made it to the top of the stairs his brother was coming out of his bedroom. He was running a comb blindly through his hair, while licking the palm of his free hand smoothing it over his fly-aways.
'He's goes through all that trouble of washing it just to spit in it.' Kiba shook his head, vanishing before his brother even knew that he was there.
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"Hey there's some of the kids from my class!" Toboe announced when seeing three boys that he knew. "I'm gonna hang out with them." He left his brother.
"Sure, go ahead." Kiba replied. Taking one look at the frozen pond, he was ready to get as far away from there as he could. "Hige and me are gonna be at the arcade down the street - okay!" He shouted after his brother's back.
"Okay!" He yelled back.
"And don't go anywhere! I'm gonna keep checking up on you!"
"I know! I won't!" Toboe replied. He rolled his eyes; praying that no one heard them. His brother could be so embarrassing sometimes.
Kiba watched Toboe sit down on a snow covered bench, as he changed his sneakers to the ice skates. Scanning the place for anyone that looked even remotely like a predator, he was satisfied with the visual appeal of people - mostly adults with their kids - so with his fears alaid, he started to walk with Hige towards the arcade.
Toboe stepped onto the ice watching out for an on-coming ice skater, almost losing his balance in the process. "Whoa," He whirled his arms in a circle, slumping over before he stood back upright. "Phew. Ahehehe. Easy." Pressing his blade into the ice he glides smoothly towards the center of the rink on one foot with a pleased smile. He had always liked ice skating, but has a tough time getting going from the snow to the ice.
Not far from the rink at the street. Tsume sat in his car with the heat on full blast. 'Shit, it's fucking cold out here.' He heard the children laughing below and frowned. 'I'll wait one more hour... and if he doesn't show up, I'll go home.'
The black car was parked outside of the park, where Tsume has been sitting since early that morning watching the people coming in and out. He heard Toboe mention something about skating last week and thought that - with there being no school - he would surely go there. But so far he hasn't seen him yet.
Gathering some body heat within his next shudder; Tsume pushed open the car door startling a few people who were making their way up the path. He eyed them carefully receiving the usual murmur of questions about if he's the real Tsume. Shaking his head, he pulled out a cigarette then his lighter, and with a covered flame lit the stimulant. He drew in a puff of smoke until the paper burned enough to stay lit, and he blew the cloud into the cold air.
Slamming the door to his car shut, he pressed the lock on the alarm then started up the path.
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