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Italian Sushi	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 2905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Toboe replied to the question by wrapping his arms around Tsume, snuggling his face into the man's firm chest. He seemed to be taking in the scent of cologne mixed with the smell of his and the model's release.
"Toboe? Did you hear me?" Tsume had to ask.
"I don't wanna think about things like that right now... I just wanna ignore it, and hope that it goes away." His orange eyes close. "I hate all of this; why we came here - - the real reason behind why we came here anyway - - I know it was so that we could break up with each other, but dammit, Tsume, I can't bring myself to do it!" He looked up at his beautiful boyfriend, pain in his eyes and plead as if asking him to find a way to keep him from doing the inevitable.
But what was Tsume supposed to say? It wouldn't matter what he wanted, because there would be no keeping them together; they're so far apart, and Tsume has no intentions of moving back to Japan, though, he easily could. As far as he knows no one is living in his old penthouse next to Jet Black. It would be so simple... So right...
His groin twitched at a sudden touch of Toboe's hand; looking down between them he watched as the teen rolled the messy condom from his member, after which he let it fall to the bed beside Tsume's hip; Toboe then lightly grabs onto the appendage stroking it faintly.
Drawing in a sharp breath from the actions, Tsume asked. "What are you doing?"
"I'm just wondering what the big deal is about sex? It's amazing, and yet, Kiba talks down on it when he's off doing it himself - - I've heard him and Hige dozens of times."
Swallowing hard to keep his penis from erecting, Tsume says in a soft voice. "He probably means for you to do as he says, but not as he does."
"Tsume," The Wolf teen wondered, voice still steeped in thought. "do you think someday... I'll be able to..." He blushed lowering his gaze back to what he's doing. "Maybe someday I could enter you."
Tightening his grip around the younger male, he dropped onto his back so Toboe is on top, lying over him. "How 'bout now?"
Snickering, Toboe says in a sly voice. "What about your photoshoot?"
Hips already moving, he replied sharply. "Fuck a photoshoot."
"No, really," Sitting up he snickers when the model's hips pressed upward into his retreating body. "I was only asking." Slipping from Keina's hips, he sat on the bed looking down at the glorious naked body.
It's different than that night they had sex back in Japan, and when they took a shower they'd moved around too much for him to really get a good look; but here, in broad daylight, his boyfriend is beautiful, even moreso in person than the pictures he was looking at a while ago.
Touching the model's chest gently with his fingertips, Toboe then touched his own wrinkled and burned chest.
Tsume frowned a bit reaching out a hand to touch the Wolf teen's wrinkled chest as well. "Gives you character - - flaws, it's what makes you perfect, in my book. It means you've taken it, you've handled it, so bring on the next because you're not afraid. ...I don't know if I could be that way. Hn. With the life I live, I'm not allowed." He sat up, leaning forward then placing a kiss on Wolf's slightly burned shoulder.
"They took skin from you for this?" He asked about Toboe's neck, it was once burned but now looking normal as can be.
Toboe nodded. "It hurt so much that... I don't know, I just couldn't do anymore; besides..." He trailed off. "I'm used to it looking this way, so leaving it was no big deal to me." A small smile appeared after saying that. "Do you really think all that stuff, or are you just being nice?"
"Trust me, I'm never nice. I am who I am," He snickered. "I could be mean to you tomorrow, but don't take it personally."
Smiling, he laid himself over Tsume. "I won't."
The two lay in silence for a bit; Tsume's hand combing through the teen's burnt colored hair. It was such a nice feeling, lying there like that; that Toboe didn't even realize that he had fallen asleep until a dream swept across his thoughts in a hurried frenzy.
Walking through an airport terminal; Toboe stood in the center of the room, dufflebag over his shoulder as he looked about the area, orange gaze flicking from face to face, person to person; Toboe can't help but watch as moments flash through his thoughts like a photo gallery of the last time he was in Italy, when they'd visited Tsume in Naples for spring break, and his birthday party. It ended up being one of the best birthdays he's ever had because the man showered him with love and attention, and Kiba surprisingly said nothing objective about it.
'That was five long years ago. I hope Tsume remembers me.' Thinks the young man. 'I hope I don't do something stupid when I see him, like... I don't know, forget how to talk or worse - - cry.'
"Toboe." He hears a familiar voice call to him.
"Tsume?" His scruffy tone called out as he looked in the direction the voice came from. Through the crowd he spots the man's albino hair and, quickly, he parts through the crowds of people until he's scooped into his boyfriend's loving arms.
All those years apart, all those years with no communication between the two of them seemed like only ten minutes now, as he tightened his grip around Tsume's torso, face snuggling powerfully into the man's chest. He knew it must look so childish to hug someone this way, especially when your male, and 21 years old; but ask the girls on campus, he isn't exactly ignored by suiters female or otherwise and two years ago he did have a girlfriend, but they broke up because she said his eyes never held much interest in her; they were always spacing off.
Toboe could only guess it was because of Tsume that he would space-out, while wondering what the model was doing? Why he hasn't called or written him? But a letter came for him one afternoon, he received it when eating out with Kiba and Hige, who announced to him that Moon would be moving into their home with them. Toboe was beyond happy about that - - maybe not accidently overhearing them on those nights when they decided to be intimate, but for everything else such as lightening Kiba's mood, the younger Wolf couldn't be more ready.
The letter was short and simple reading: I wanna see you again. A plane ticket to Rome was attached to it. Toboe held onto the ticket with a strong and painful throbbing in his heart. Kiba wished him well, when he went. Hige laughed saying, 'so the two lovebirds finally reunite'.
Toboe had to wait until graduation to actually go, and the wait was hard enough with the pain his body was feeling over wanting to see the man and talk to him.
"Alright now." He held Toboe away from him to look him over, but he doesn't let him go. "Hn." Reaching out a hand he pushed a thick lock of hair from between Toboe's eyes to back behind his ear where Tsume assumed is where he'd wanted it. "Long hair?" He admires the ponytail while bouncing it in his palm. "You look like a starving poet, pup'." He comments using the young man's nickname for being an over eager child in everything he did.
"Ahahaha. Do you like it? I didn't realize it was growing so much, until Kiba asked me if I wanted him to cut it for me."
"Are you kidding, I love it." He plants a kiss on the younger male's forehead.
"I see you cut yours off."
"Yeah," He ran a hand through his gelled back short style. "what do you think?"
"It's great! It suits you." Toboe brushed his hand through the thick top admiring it.
Smiling down at him, a hint of love in his golden eyes, Tsume lowered his gaze to the Toboe's side. "Come on, no sense in making a scene here." He grabbed the bag walking to the exit.
Following beside him step for step, Toboe wondered if he'll ever be as tall as Tsume or Kiba? He and Hige are the same height now at 5'9" but he wants to be taller than that, maybe 6'2" like Tsume or even 5'11" like Kiba would do.
"Do you still live in the penthouse you did before, Tsume?" Asked Toboe during the drive to the model's home. He didn't recognize any scenery from before, when he came to Rome with the man.
"Nope. I had to buy bigger." Tsume says in a loaded way. "My wife is expecting again."
"Huh?" Surely he'd heard wrong.
"My wife, Annabelle Di'Puglia; the woman that starred in the movie with me. She called me up after you guys left, and I don't know... we went from there."
"You and... Tsume you're lying, and its not funny." Toboe insisted.
"No, I'm not. You'll like her, though; and our four year old, Tomoe."
"Tomoe." Wolf says in scoff.
"I'm sorry, Toboe, but I'm not into men anymore." Tsume informed. "I'm not... into you anymore."
"You're... lying."
"'fraid not." He throws his head back laughing.
"Stop it! Stop laughing at me!" He covered his ears, but he can't block out the horrible sound. "Stop laughing!"
The car began to shake violently and Toboe's squeezed shut eyes snapped open. Taking in a deep breath, letting it out he looked around him noticing the bedroom of the man's home in Naples.
"It was just a dream. A stupid, realistic, dream." Falling back into the pillow he sighed. 'Tsume. He wouldn't really do something like that, would he? I have to know what happened to get us there. Most dreams like that are just glimpses into the future, and that's a future that I can't have happen.'
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"Happy birthday Toboe!" Cher and Cheza call over the phone to him.
Happy chuckles answered the greeting, he removed the phone away from his ear. "No need to yell, that's what phones are for - - to cover the distance."
Cheza's sweet laugh sounded before she took the phone from her mother's hand. "This one got you a theme alarm clock." As if hearing what she said, the girl shyly corrected herself. "I got you a theme alarm clock, it's a wolf. It howls and everything."
"Really? That's so cool!" He wondered why he never saw anything like that when he goes shopping with his brother for supplies that have run out, or things that have been broken and need replacing. "I can't wait to see you again, I've got so much I wanna tell you."
Listening to the conversation, beside his brother, Kiba wondered exactly what some of this news is that Toboe has to tell the girl.
"I got you something really pretty, I can tell you it's a necklace, but you'll never guess what it looks like." He smiled proudly as though having shocking gifts is what he does best. "I hope you like it."
"I will. I like anything you give me." Responds the girl. "Are you enjoying your trip, and visit with Tsume?"
Blushing, Toboe nods as if the girl could see that response. "We're having a great time; he got me a watch with real gold and a diamond in the center. I'm not sure I could wear it to school, but when we have dinners over at your house, or out, I can."
"That sounds nice."
"The party is tonight; I can't save you any cake, but Tsume said he'd have the exact one sent over when we get home. Isn't that awesome? Now all you guys can have some."
"It sounds great, Toboe. I can't wait to try it."
"Hmm? Kiba wants the phone; see you in three days, Cheza." He hands the phone to his brother. "I'm gonna get my trunks on." He exits the living room.
"Cher?" Kiba asked.
"It's me. What's going on?"
The woman really does have a sixth sense when it comes to the two boys, and by the way Kiba said her name, she knew something must have happened. Cher, for the life of her, could not figure out why he'd wanted to go to Naples. It didn't make sense at the time, and it makes even less sense today. She hoped whatever the reason was that it will all sort this whole 'in love with an older man' thing, and put an end to it. If it were Cheza, the man would have been jailed by now. Kiba was far too lienient.
"It's... it's complicated to talk about it, because I know that I don't think that way or feel that way - - and I never will." He explained quickly.
"Alright, I believe you against whatever it is you're rejecting, but, you have to tell me what it is."
Looking about the room as if someone might be hiding from him, Kiba then got up from the sofa looking for privacy. He stepped into Hige's room, closed the door, then went over to the bed and sat down as if he were shoved. Kiba already has his swim trunks on, and decided to call Cher before they all headed outside for the pool party and barbecue. It's such a lovely day outside it's even warm instead of scalding.
Tsume said he'd ask a place to give them pizza dough so they can cook them on the grill, and he went with Faye to pick out a large cake; the woman may have huffed about going to a child's party, but she seemed into it when they started blowing up balloons and setting up while Tsume and Toboe went to breakfast. It was painful to watch his brother go off alone with the man, but he had to let him. It's Toboe's birthday, after all.
"I already told Hige about it when it occured, and he says that it's my minds way of coping with Tsume, and wanting to allow him in our lives... but I don't know; I think I'm just getting sick or something."
"Sick? Coping? You've only been gone half a week, and you need a translater so we can talk."
"Cher, I had a sex dream with me and Tsume."
The woman was quiet a moment, then softly she says. "I see. And Hige thinks that your mind is trying to accept him being in your life? That sounds very likely. I used to have sex dreams about Hubb before he and I got together; he was such a pain in my ass at first, that I completely hated him. But, after so long, the dreams kept popping up, and he kept coming around... then before I knew it we were saying 'I do'."
"...That's not what I wanted to hear." Says Kiba.
"Well, what kind was it? I mean, maybe it's in a dream book. With me it was always white and kind of overly romantic - - it wasn't like that for you, was it?"
'For me? No, it wasn't like that at all...' He thought with a distant look coming over him as the dream crept into his brain. "It was..." He trailed off as his mind drifts back to that night.
Tsume could barely keep back his own groans of pleasured sighs as he grinded into Kiba, slowly, up and down; his golden eyes locked curiously with Kiba's defiant liquid blue. "Hn. Tell you what, doggie," He let the insult linger before going on. "if you cum before me, I get to fuck you."
"Like that would ha- aaa." His words shudder out as the model picked up speed.
Again Kiba's body betrayed him by grinding back; his head tilted to the side to keep the model's glowing gaze from watching his enjoyment. 'I've gotta get to something...' He moans through his thoughts. 'Think of something' He corrected himself. 'to get this creep to stop.'
Grabbing Kiba's jaw Tsume turned his head so he's facing him. "Mm-mm, eyes on me." He leaned down kissing his cheeks, chin, lips, forehead- everywhere! The lousy model's kiss was slow and pampering compared to the frantic humping he's giving Kiba's genitals.
Both men groan and arch; the temperature picked up in their bodies, but there could only be one winner and Kiba doesn't see it being him.
'Think Wolf, think...' Then it hit him. "What if Toboe wakes up from hearing us? What if he walks in here?"
"You would think that would work, but in the end... it'd be a favor to you that he catch this," Instead of rocking his hips the man bounces up and down. "He'll break up with me and you can go home with a clear and happy conscious."
"Please stop." The teen barely made it audible past his moan and pants of broken breaths.
Acting as though he hadn't heard him, Tsume says directly into Kiba's ear. "But this - - no, I will haunt you, mind and body."
"Aaa! Dammit!" Kiba managed to pull his leg up from between them when the model's hips rose, and before he could bring himself back down Kiba kicked him square in the stomach then crotch kocking him off of his body and into the door frame of the kitchen.
But to the recovering Tsume it looked as though Kiba had been the one getting the wind kicked out of him, as his body writhed and spasmed on the floor until he stilled.
Panting hard, he sat up. "Damn it." He growled dangerously with a look that showed pissed-beyond-recognition.
Even in the dark Tsume can see the dampness through the flustered teen's light blue pajamas has turned dark. Snickering coolly, he says in triumphant lust. "Unless you'd like to shamefully admit to peeing yourself, I think I just won."
On hands and knees Kiba growled feral, while glaring at the model. "Like hell I'll let you take your prize." Rushing at the man, straightening to his feet, Kiba's knee jets out aiming for that invasive mouth, but he falls heavily to the floor having the older man grab his thigh tossing him down.
Tsume attempted to stand but his lower back was in a bit of pain after smashing into the doorway, so he crawled a distance away. Kiba draped himself over Keina, one arm hooked around his neck strangling him within his grip while also pulling his hair. Tsume cried out, and tried like a bull to shake the younger male off.
Laughing, Kiba whispered into Tsume's ear. "Not so fun, is it." Hand down the man's torso Kiba unfastens the tight pants in order to slip his hand in wrapping it firmly around the model's cock giving it hard strokes. "Good, isn't it?" Kiba responded to the explicit moan and thrust of his hips towards him. "Oh, God Tsume, I could make you blue in the face from trying to catch your breath from what I can do to you." His hand tightened turning the long stroke into quick jerks. "But I hate you, enough to kill you, so I'm not gonna touch you at all." Removing his hand he shoved Tsume promptly to the floor then starts leaving for his bedroom.
Laughing through his blantant lust and aggitation the model chides. "What's wrong? Afraid you'll like it too much?"
Turning around, Kiba scoffed, dropping his pants kicking them aside. "I doubt it."
Catching his breath, Keina grabbed a chair from the table sitting it against the wall. Removing his clothes Tsume straddles the chair shamelessly. Kiba's sex twitched hard enough to alarm him into brushing a hand past his returning erection, as though it were nothing but a simple itch or a tickle from the fabric of his shirt touching him rather than his need screaming 'Go get it!'. Unbuttoning the last one on the shirt, Kiba walked over to the chair knowing that the only available space on it for him is the model's lap - - and he'd of easily sat down if only the seat offered wasn't a prick.
Hoisting a leg over the seat and lap, Kiba remained standing. Tsume smirked cockily, causing Kiba to hum his pleasure out due to having the model lick his cock from the base all the way to the leaking tip. Kiba sighed when Keina's teeth tugged the ring around his navel none-to-lightly.
'How can I do this?' Wondered the Wolf teen; his hands came out to the wall before him. Sharp pants escaped his mouth feeling the moist tongue caressing his chest, but the thing that had him the most worked up was watching the model's hand sliding up and down his own erection while he lubes himself with his own semen.
"That's enough." He utters, though, enough of what he's not sure.
Tsume made a snide sound from his throat before ceasing his ministrations, then he cupped Kiba's cheeks in his hands he parts him, lowering him down over his member to the hilt. Hands roaming under Kiba's thighs he lifts the teen's legs up around his neck so that they hook at the ankle; the position was awkward for Kiba, but he can't deny the feeling swimming around his groin as his weight sank Tsume in deeper. But weighing the situation, the position, and the person, he didn't like it. And yet, he wasn't dreaming of pulling away. Grabbing the underside of the chair, back as straight as his rod between them, Kiba closed his eyes, shuddering as he can feel the muscles in the model's arms come in close at his sides further pining him within this heated world. So close he can't move, so close that he can't think, so close that when they're done he'll be wearing nothing but the scent of the man.
Tsume moved him, bouncing Kiba up and down with thick hard buoyancy; the chair creaked from the weight of the two and what they're doing on it making them heavier. The two men seem to be in a groaning contest from this excruciatingly close joining; Kiba can relate the heat in his body to the pain he felt when getting burned, all he'd wanted to do is scream. But he held back... His body tightened and clenched, and he's glad he at least has Tsume sweating and swearing; he often has Hige in the same state, because even as a bottom Kiba Wolf is always on top.
"Aaah!" Surprised when the man's hand clamped down around his member, Kiba slammed his hips harder down once being shoved up, his head goes back against the seat. Tsume is handling him as though he's a bottle of champainge on New Years Eve that he's shaking up intent on spraying someone who, in this position, could only be the two of them. Body trembling, his hole ends the game, and Tsume cried out releasing into him the heat causing him to do the same.
"Kiba? Was it really that good? You kind of spaced out for a while." Cher says over the phone.
"Huh? No. It was horrible. The problem now, though, is that everytime the creep gets too close I freak out. I don't want him catching on."
"He won't, just relax. Last thing you need is for that bastard to think he's got both you and Toboe under his spell."
"You're right."
From the hall his brother shouts. "Come on, Kiba, we're going outside."
"That's the Toboe alarm; I'll call you later."
"Alright. And hey, forget about that dream, you're gonna make yourself crazy."
"Right." He bid her another goodbye, hanging up just as the door to the bedroom opened. Expecting Toboe, he smiled, but instead he sees Hige standing there floatation device under his arm.
"You coming?"
Kiba can't help but smile from that loaded comment, as he did feel a sudden heat rising in his swim trunks. "In a minute." Cocking his head he tells Hige to come into the room. "Lock the door."
"Yes sir!" He laughed letchurously doing as he's told.
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