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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

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Hello! Sorry it took me such a long time to get the next installment finished! :( There were many reasons holding me back, not to mention I’ve been sick. But please enjoy! The next chapter is already in the works, so stay tuned in the next couple of days. Getting good now. ;)

Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

Wish You Were Here

The moon was still out that night. It was the only light that shone through the slits of the curtain, casting shapes and shadows onto the bedroom wall. The two figures held each other close as they lay next to each, bodies still entwined beneath the comfort of warm blankets. The younger one traced his fingers along the man’s chest, examining his birthmark with his fingers as the man held him next to him with one arm, the other arm resting behind his head.

“Tsume?”

“Hmmm?”

The boy paused a moment, continuing to touch the birthmark on Tsume’s chest as he snuggled close to him. “You had this before, remember? It’s weird that it never went away, even now.”

Tsume frowned as he began to recall past events of his former pack where he had “earned” that scar. He didn’t know why the kid was bringing it up because he’d explained it to him before, hadn’t he?

No.

He hadn’t. Not really.

It was after Toboe was killed, that he sat there with the lifeless body and let go of everything in his past. The boy had bothered him about it many times, but it was a painful memory that he was ashamed to tell. But it didn’t matter any more. After the younger wolf had passed on, he felt it was useless to keep his secrets bottled up. He regretted so much. He regretted everything. It wasn’t just the fact that he left his former pack to fend for themselves, but what had happened to the kid. He let him go. He let him die. It was all his fault.

“Tsume?” questioned a soft voice.

Tsume glanced down at the boy’s face, who had propped himself up to look at him. He appeared concerned. “I’m sorry, Toboe.” He pulled him into an embrace, burrowing his head into crook of the boy’s neck where he had planted the bite-mark on his new mate during the past heated moments.

Toboe tensed at first, as his shoulder blade was still tender, but leaned into the man’s hug. His lover held him tightly, as if he was afraid to let go of him. The boy frowned, sensing the pain in the man’s grip. “Tsume,” he held him closer, his arms around him. He kissed the soft silver hair, which slightly tickled his nose. “Please,” he spoke again, softly, “What’s wrong Tsume?”

He thought the man might begin to cry, and even though he wouldn’t mind seeing that display of emotions from his usually cold character, it would also pain him to see Tsume like that. There was no answer for a long while. Toboe had decided not to press him with any further questions, but remained silent and held him close.

He soon felt his lover pull away from him, cold and hardened. The boy watched as the man quickly glanced at him, his expression now angry as he turned around to lay on his other side, not facing him. “Just leave me be and get some sleep.” He muttered into the pillow.

Toboe frowned and sat up, gathering the blanket to his cold bare body. He bit his lip, deciding not to keep his silent tone any longer. “Stop it!”

Tsume lay on his side, looking at the wall as the boy yelled at him.

“You can’t keep doing this!” Toboe could feel tears in his eyes as he clenched his fists. He looked down at his lap once more, beginning to calm himself from the frustration. “Every time I get closer to you, you just pull away. I know that you don’t want that. I know that you want to be with me, Tsume. Even now, after everything…” he blushed, remembering the night’s events. “Please, Tsume… Please don’t shut me out,” he sobbed, bringing his hands up to his face to stop his tears.

In a moment’s notice he felt strong hands on his wrists, lowering his arms from his face. He gazed up at the softened golden eyes looking down at his sobbing face. Toboe cried again, falling into his lover’s arms.

Tsume’s arms held the boy to him as rested his head on his, his legs also spread out around him, embracing the shaking body. As frustrating as it was sometimes, he still needed to be reminded that he did care about him. He meant the world to him; he just couldn’t say that so much in words.

Toboe rested his head on the man’s chest, his cheek rubbing against the smoothness of the scar. As he began to calm down, he decided to speak up once more, “Tsume… You know I don’t care. I want you to know that you can tell me anything. I don’t even care if you did something horrible,” he bit his lip, “I just want you to feel safe around me, the way I feel when I’m with you…”

The boy felt the man’s hug tighten and he realized he truly did feel safe. He didn’t need an answer. One day Tsume would realize this and he would talk to him, about everything.

“It’s just that…”

Toboe leaned back, surprised that the man holding him had decided to say something. He rested in his arms as he looked up at the man’s face who avoided his gaze as he continued, “It’s hard for me… to keep remembering everything that we went through,” He grimaced, “I can’t think about it. So please stop bringing it up.”

“Tsume,” the boy whispered, trying to understand what his friend was going through.

Tsume wouldn’t look at him. It was hard for him to remember their past lives; but it was even harder for him to talk about it. He would rather just bury it deep inside, as he had everything else. But the boy he held in his arms needed more than that. And deep down, he knew that he needed it too. He then felt a hand upon his face and looked down at the boy whose hand it was. He was smiling up at him lovingly.

Tsume felt his face soften when he looked into those hazel eyes. This boy didn’t judge him at all, did he? He really didn’t care. Why not? It wasn’t right.

“It’s all right, Tsume. You don’t have to say anything.” Toboe nudged his head up under the man’s chin, his arms now around his neck. “Just stay with me here. Like this, for always.” He pulled back and kissed him on the lips softly, not gaining a reply. He pulled back, looking his lover in the eyes.

The golden eyes in front of him softened again as he felt himself being pulled back down to the sheets, holding onto the strong body above him. He gripped onto Tsume’s strong shoulders as he felt his lips on his neck, kissing the scar he’d left on him. “Ah, Tsume…” he breathed.

Toboe gazed out the window, focusing on the moon still glowing brightly as the two lovers began to lose themselves once again.

…

“This is terrible!” the boy exclaimed, his tone frustrated and angry.

“Just deal with it,” the man next to him shrugged as he threw the boy’s pants at his head, he himself almost completely dressed after he’d finished showering.

The boy didn’t catch the clothes that were tossed in his face, letting them land on him, rumpling over his head. He looked up at the man a few feet away from him. He could see more in the morning light now than he could the night before. He noticed how tanned his skin was and the way his muscles stretched as he dressed himself. The boy began to blush as he remembered the feeling of those muscles against his body.

And they had even gone again a second time. “But Tsume,” he remembered everything so clearly. “I’m still kind of…”

“It’s all right. You just rest and let me…”

He found himself burrowing his face into the sheets again, recalling everything Tsume had made him feel. All he’d done was just lay there, gripping the bed as his lover kissed him everywhere, everywhere. It was almost like he was slowly tasting every part of his body, inch by inch, curve by curve. It was torturous at first, but exciting.

He remembered the burning in his belly, longing for the man to be inside of him again, even though he was still sore. But Tsume never even attempted that. He didn’t need to; he was already so talented. Toboe felt that burning once again, his loins beginning to tighten as the feeling of the man’s mouth on him was brought back to his memories. It was so slow the second time, so soft, wet and delicate… It was excruciating, but it was wonderful. “Ah,” he felt himself begin to moan again, his fingers beginning to wander.

“Did you forget?” came the man’s voice.

The boy snapped out of his daydream, seeing that Tsume was now fully dressed and standing over him. He gathered the sheets around him, embarrassed that he would be found out about his current mishap.

“C’mon! You gotta work!” The man yelled and grabbed the sheets around him.

“No!” was all he could scream before the sheets were pulled off his naked body. He gathered around himself, blushing furiously and closing his eyes, desperately trying to cover himself.

He his eyes again when Tsume began roaring with laughter.

This made him angry, “Stop laughing at me! Leave me alone!” he yelled at him. He felt like he was going to die.

“Aw, calm it down, runt.” The man said after he relaxed, “You’re young; you’ll learn.”

Toboe was about to say something else, as the reply made him even angrier, but he was stopped when the man continued, “Just go take a shower and get ready.” He placed a hand on the boy’s head, ruffling his auburn hair slightly, “I’ll even give you a ride. How’s that sound?”

The boy smiled and nodded, climbing out of bed and running to the bathroom to avoid the cold morning air.

Tsume blushed a little as he watched the younger one’s bare bottom go past him. He shook his head, not wanting to create a problem of his own.

…

The sound of a motorcycle revving up filled the streets as the boy stood at the apartment door, locking it behind him. He turned to see the silver haired man sitting on his bike with an arm stretched out to him, his helmet in hand. “Here,” he spoke to him.

He took the helmet slowly and looked at it then back to his companion. “But Tsume, you didn’t have me wear it before?” He was confused, “Why now?”

Tsume rolled his eyes, “Look kid, take it however you want. Ok?” He puffed, “Now get on.”

The boy nodded and pulled the helmet over his head, beginning to struggle with the chinstrap when he felt another set of hands assist him. He glanced and smiled, seeing that Tsume was also smiling, probably in amusement at how inexperienced he was with this sort of thing. “There, now c’mon, Toboe.” the man commanded after he was finished.

Toboe happily climbed up behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist. As soon as the bike took off he became lost in his thoughts. This wasn’t the same as before, was it? He remembered when he had given him a ride home that night. It seemed so long ago now. The man next to him didn’t even want him touching him and now… everything was different.

He leaned in closer, resting his head on Tsume’s strong lean back, smiling to himself.

“Don’t be too sad!” He heard the man yell back at him over the loud sound of the engine as they drove along. “I have to work today too! So we wouldn’t have had time together anyways!”

If Tsume were being honest with himself, he didn’t want to leave the younger wolf’s side. It wasn’t that he was afraid to be away from him for safety’s sake. He had just grown used to being near him and what would it be like now that he would be separated from him? But it was only for a short while and soon enough they would be together again.

What was he thinking? He sounded like a goddamned pansy thinking like that. The boy would be fine, right? Besides, he still had bills to pay and debt. Debt… That’s right. He still had that lingering problem, didn’t he? What was he going to do about that?

He knew they didn’t know where the kid lived. But what if they had followed them somehow? But if that were the case, wouldn’t they have seen them by now? How many days had it been? Two or three?

“Tsume!” a voice yelled, interrupting him.

“What?!”

“Turn right up here!”

Tsume nodded, making a quick turn at the corner. Two blocks down the boy yelled once more, “Just right here, ok?!”

The bike was pulled over to the curb, slowing to a stop. The boy slowly climbed down and undid the straps on the helmet, pulling it off. He smoothed his hand over his head as his hair was messy underneath. Handing the helmet back to his companion, he smiled and leaned in to the man’s face, closing his eyes.

“Not here, Toboe.” came a muttered response.

The boy opened his eyes and blushed, seeing that Tsume was avoiding his eyes. “Oh…” he spoke, embarrassed. Why did he do that? He should have known that Tsume wasn’t the type to show affection in public. It was even unlikely when they were alone. He felt so stupid.

“So this isn’t your work, is it?”

“What?” Toboe looked behind him then back to Tsume, “No, I wanted to get something for Mr. Jon.”

Tsume looked up and down the street, leaving the boy to wonder why he was doing so. He appeared to be kind of anxious. “So do you need a ride home? What time do you get off?” he asked the boy.

“Oh! Ummm, I think around six or so. Today is a full day.” Toboe smiled, stretching one arm behind his head.

“All right. I’ll see you then.” The man placed his helmet on his head, fastened the straps and began to take off before the boy spoke once more.

“Tsume?”

He looked at the boy who avoided his gaze, looking at his feet. “Yes, Toboe?” he asked.

“Thank you for the ride, for everything.” He looked at him then, smiling. “I can’t wait until six.”

Tsume didn’t say anything but nodded with a vacant expression, revved up his motorcycle and sped off into the traffic. The boy’s eyes followed him until he was out of sight. It was kind of like before, wasn’t it? Some things never changed all that much.

…

Only four more blocks to go; he was almost there. He looked down at his recent purchase in his arms: a bag of cat food and a couple of toys for Mr. Jon’s new little bundle of joy. He smiled to himself, imagining how happy his boss would be at his gesture of kindness.

He turned the corner but was caught off guard when he felt an odd surge of energy jolt through him. Slowing his speed, he began to glance around him wondering what had brought that on. His pulse began to quicken and he felt as if he might freeze to death. He was being watched, wasn’t he?

But it wasn’t like before when Tsume had found him at the farmer’s market. It was a bad feeling.

He gripped onto the items in his arms. Not much farther to the bookstore now. Then he would be safe. Wouldn’t he?

He stopped in his tracks, seeing if anything would change. No.

Slowly turning around, he saw blurred visions of people passing him, each on their own way. But then he saw him, standing there, amidst the crowd of bustling bodies. He froze.

It was one of them. They’d found him.

No! Were they all here?! Or just the one guy?! Was he following him?!

He ran.

He didn’t think about it; he just ran for the only thing he knew right now, the bookstore.

The boy breathed heavily as he clutched the cat food and bag of toys to his body, hurriedly pushing past the civilians that were in his pathway. He could feel the man’s presence behind him, also running, catching up to him. One more block! Almost there!

He felt like he was going fall over and lose it, be caught and then it would be the end. It was worse than before when they were running away from them together.

“Tsume!” His mind shouted, over and over. “Tsume!”

He glanced up, seeing the familiar painted gold words on the window incased in the green wooden frame. There! He made it! He was ok!

He grabbed the door to the shop, swerving himself inside and slamming it behind him. He pulled the curtain down and locked the door as the bell jingled, banging repeatedly against the glass. He gasped for air, feeling the tears coming from his eyes. His body slunk down to the floor, dropping the purchased items as his side.

“Toboe? My goodness, what’s wrong?” the old man’s voice sounded from behind the counter.

The boy didn’t look his way, but pulled the curtain back with two fingers, watching cautiously from behind the glass door. “N-nothing, why?”

“Well,” the man frowned, “You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“I-I… I don’t know. I guess I,” Toboe was speechless. “I guess so.”

The older man came up behind him and placed a hand on the shaking boy’s shoulder. “Now, my son. You’re all right. What happened?”

Toboe leaned back on the floor as he watched Mr. Jon pull the curtain back up and unlock the door. He felt like he should stop him, but then there would come more explanation, more drama. And really, what was the use now? He was fine. They were gone.

“I-I just thought I saw someone I knew.” He paused, looking at the old red carpet on the floor. “I was wrong. I’m fine now.” He regrettably lied to the kind man, but knew it was for the best. He glanced outside the glass door, watching people pass along the sidewalk like everything was right in the world.

He sighed, thinking to himself, “I wish Tsume were here.”

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