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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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�So..ah Naoe, about tomorrow?� Takaya, shuffling around nervously on the sofa waited for Naoe to stop whatever he was doing in the kitchen.
�Mmhh?�
With fingers pressing into his lap, Takaya tried to keep his voice level and calm. �Are you free tomorrow?�
Naoe, raising his head from the cutting board and the slices of chicken he was preparing halted all motion to give the boy his full attention. �Yes, I�m off.�
Takaya, not looking anywhere near Naoe could suddenly hear the clack of the knife resume as the man continued to prepare dinner.

The sound of the turning faucet interrupted the previous noise, followed by Naoe�s sure strides as he made his way into the living room. His hands busy wiping themselves on a kitchen towel as he sat down next to Takaya on the sofa.
Takaya felt his nerve flitter around in his stomach like a scared butterfly.
�You were saying something?� Naoe, putting the towel aside gave him a once over--like he needed that, along with the pressure of asking the older man something as embarrassing as this.
�Tomorrow, I was thinking since you don�t have work tomorrow,� he added again for some stupid, self-conscious reason, �If I could get you to come to�school with me.�

He quickly turned his head to catch the expression on Naoe�s face, which if he read it right didn�t look to bad. Just kind of�
�Takaya?�
�Confused.
He panicked and added hurriedly, �It�s not what you think!� Okay, where the hell did that come from? He couldn�t even guess what he was thinking, so much as what Naoe was thinking.
�You see, that guy, Mr. Suzuki called me to his office yesterday.� Takaya reminded of his encounter with the nosy man felt his normal anger creep into his voice. �Asshole practically gave me the third degree. I was this close to slashing his tires.� He saw the answering look on Naoe�s face that told him not to slash the man�s tires and he went on.
�He�s so annoying, butting into my business and making all those�assumptions.�
Naoe responded that it was only normal since he was a�Welfare Counselor. This point seemed to be lost on the teenager.
�It doesn�t matter. When has it ever been okay to read someone�s personal notes?�
A light bulb went off in Naoe�s head, �Ah, so he questioned you about me.�
Takaya shrugging his shoulders grumpily replied, �Yeah. What�s with you adults anyway? You guys have telepathy or something? Having secret conversations behind my back. I wouldn�t put it past that guy.�
Naoe, ignoring Takaya�s paranoia so he could discuss more important things, like for instance:
�Does he know?�
Takaya shook his head, �Hell no. Or I hope Hell no. He was just being a weird asshole; I guess he wanted to meet the other weird asshole in my life. Maybe you guys could bond and form a group.�
Naoe, not taking the slightest insult answered, �I�m thrilled you can see the lighter side of this, but why do you want to me to go to your school? Does he want to speak to me?�
�Yeah. Him and a bunch of my teachers,� then he added as if it didn�t matter, �On account of my test scores sucking pavement.�

Naoe raised an eyebrow. �I see.� And all of a sudden he was smirking like somebody had told him he was the greatest man in the world. Takaya didn�t like it at all.
�Like a parent-teacher conference, right?� Did he mention how much he hated Naoe when he was teasing him? Because he did. And a lot.
Takaya rolled his eyes, �Yes, okay. If you want to think of it like that you big sicko, go ahead and get your rocks off.�
And watching the older man try to suppress his smirk made him even angrier.

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Walking through school and having Naoe follow behind him like some kind of shadow wasn�t--he decided--going to be one of his favorite past times, especially when guys who knew him--and his reputation--were gawking at him and girls were giggling and no doubt making a big fuss over the tall, dark, and handsome shadow following after him.
�You�d think people would understand what Go Home Means. Jeez, it�s freakin� after school, I thought it�d be less crowded.�
Naoe didn�t answer him, just continued his butler impersonation back there and Takaya felt a tiny voice inside of him scream like a banshee.
They entered his first stop, his first period teacher Mrs. Kudou�s classroom, and his teacher upon seeing the two of them stroll into her room started for a bit.
�Takaya-kun. I didn�t expect for,� she looked at Naoe and then had to look directly up when Naoe moving on his own went to shake her hand.
�It�s nice to meet you.� He smiled at her and Takaya had to choke down the vomit when his supposedly mature sensei was blushing like a schoolgirl.
Fangirls. All of them.
He cut in before he had to witness another blushing session, �this is..ah.� In his defense, he never called Naoe by the name he assumed in this time period. Although now that he thought about it, it really did suit him. �Tachibana Yoshiaki-san.� Perfect name for a businessman. Don�t ask him, it just had a certain appeal for the working class.
His teacher went onto introduce herself, and then was ushering Naoe to a seat, so they could get down to business. Oh crap, maybe he would rather have her blushing and acting all unprofessional, if it kept her from talking about his grades.
�Takaya-kun, it�s a relief to see you�re taking this seriously because I have very high hopes for you.� She smiled at him, like he was some small puppy that needed the extra reassurance that they weren�t going to put it out to pasture or worst neuter it, or let him suffer too much. She was a nice woman, one of his nicer teachers, who didn�t yell at him, and was really patient.
Takaya thought that maybe this whole thing wasn�t going to be so bad.
�Takaya-kun,� she said turning to Naoe, �can be a little difficult sometimes, but he really is a good child.�
Takaya felt himself blushing, the fact that his teacher would be talking to Naoe about him and pointing out how he behaved in class-- all his flaws-- made him feel very self-conscious and stupid enough, ten years younger.
To add to his further embarrassment Naoe answered, �Yes, he is a very good child.� He put an emphasis on the word �child� and Takaya wished suddenly that he wasn�t in the room to hear this conversation.

It didn�t seem right that they should continue on in this fashion with him, not two feet away and able to hear every little thing they said. His teacher should tell him to go outside, to give the adults some private time so they could discuss his future, his potential maybe, his rap sheet.

�But the problem is he doesn�t have motivation. There have been many times when I have caught him sleeping during my lectures, or�shooting spitballs at some of the other students.�

Naoe looked intrigued, �Really?� And then got that stupid smirk on his face again, �I might have to punish him for that kind of behavior.� Mrs. Kudou, despite the answer being something that should have satisfied her--punishment for one not being attentive in class was surely a very effective remedy--couldn�t shake the feeling that she was encouraging something wholly inappropriate. She blushed and Takaya wished Naoe could be serious for one second and not try to freak his teacher out.
�I�ah�well that�s good.� She added weakly. �As a�� she looked at Naoe and wondered for a brief second how her young student had met this man. He surely wasn�t anything she had been planning for. She had expected someone--it pained her that she couldn�t be more opened-minded and a little less biased--more�well, sloppy for one. Foul-mouthed maybe, considering this was Takaya she was talking about. She hadn�t been expecting this well-groomed gentleman with polite manners and a calm disposition to walk through her classroom.
�As a senior of Takaya, I would appreciate it greatly if you would keep track of his studies and encourage him to be better prepared when he comes to class�--i.e. get his homework done and actually bring paper and pencil to class, instead of his bike helmet and his gameboy.
Naoe nodded and bowed his head, �Of course. I�m only sorry that I could not be of any help before.�

Mrs. Kudou bowed her head in return. �I�m looking forward to seeing the progress from Takaya.� She beamed at Takaya and it made him feel bad that she was getting her hopes up for nothing, because Takaya Ougi would do homework when Hell froze over, or the Feudal Underworld started to make sense.
They exchanged business numbers and then both he and Naoe were out the door and heading to the other teacher that had requested/demanded an audience with Mr. Yoshiaki.
During the trek to his third period class, Takaya turning to Naoe restrained the urge to trip him. �Why did you do that?�
Naoe, straight-faced and slick in his business suit answered, �Is something wrong?�
Takaya gave up before he could stop himself, �I don�t know what kind of shit you�re trying to pull here, but cut it out.� He added for good measure, �And you know damn well what you�re doing! I thought you�d said for me to be all low-key.�
Naoe answered back knowingly, �Yes, and you are being quite low-key. You�re doing a very good job.�

Takaya had the urge to sock him in the face too.
�But that doesn�t mean I can�t have any fun.� �At your expense, like you�ve been having with me for many years,� is what he was about to say, but he restrained himself from divulging that bit of information. No doubt Takaya would throw one hell of a tantrum at that revelation.
Takaya let him have his fun, and they continued on in the direction of his Pre-Calculus class. Upon entering, the teacher, Mr. Yukimura stopped pouring his cup of coffee and watched the pair approach him.
�Mr. Yukimura,� Takaya said without even trying to hide his disrespect, �This is Tachibana Yoshiaki-san.�

Both men exchanged handshakes, words, whispered words--Mr. Yukimura, for all the world making it look like a conspiracy was being passed on--some knowing looks, and then before Takaya could lose his patience at the equally rude treatment he was getting, Naoe was leaving and he was right behind him.
�That was informative. I can�t see why you complain about your teachers, not when they all earnestly want to help you.�
�Shut up. Please. Before I shove you down these stairs.� Naoe didn�t comment, but that stupid smirk was still plastered all over his face.

Takaya, stopping in front of the Welfare Counselor�s Office turned to Naoe and said, �Now before we go in here, dear god, do not embarrass me anymore than you have today.� Takaya put his hands together in what looked like a prayer, �Please. I�ll give you something nice when we get home.�
Oh.
If Naoe had known that misbehaving would get this response out of Takaya, then he wouldn�t have been such a good lapdog. Not when �something nice� translated exactly to something sexy done on a bed�
Or on the floor, or against a wall.
Naoe walked into Mr. Suzuki�s office with his business face on.
Takaya sighed in relief. �Hey, Mr. Suzuki, it�s me. I brought Yoshiaki-san.�
Mr. Suzuki rising from his chair, but not stepping out from behind his desk put his hand out to accept the handshake from Naoe.

�It�s nice to meet you. I�ve heard much about you.� Naoe said and Takaya didn�t know if he should penalize Naoe for that bit of information or just let it slide.
�Oh, likewise.� Mr. Suzuki laughed.

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�He totally knows.� Takaya said, as they got into Naoe�s car and the older man started up the engine.
Naoe, putting the hand brake in drive leveled the boy with a stare that said he really needed to start drinking more milk because calcium deficiency could make people very cranky and paranoid.

�I thought my acting was first-rate. Unless you don�t think your acting was first-rate.�
Takaya sucking his teeth at him and making a noise suitable for five year old complained that, �He knew before you even waltzed into his office. I don�t think he�s that dumb. I don�t think anyone�s that dumb.�
Naoe pulled out of the parking lot. �Now that I�ve met him, I don�t think I would mind if he knew. He seems to be a man who can hold confidence.�

�Oh goody.� Takaya said sarcastically. �Still creeps me out that he knows.�
�Well consider your options. Would you rather have him know or�Mr. Yukimura know?�
Takaya answered quickly, �Okay point taken.�
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He didn�t know when he started calling this place home.
Naoe�s apartment wasn�t his real home. His real home was with Miya, in a two-bedroom apartment, with cream curtains and peach-colored walls. A home was a place where you could really relax, where you could throw your jacket down anywhere and kick your feet up. A home in the literal sense meant a place where you took shelter, where you ate meals, where you slept and�played his Playstation, and read manga, and�looked up porn?

He didn�t know how to explain it, but home were those things, the little things.
Naoe�s apartment without meaning to, for the past year had been that for him. He had come here many times before they had started having sex together. He remembers going through the man�s fridge and eating his food, he remembers pit stops here when they had come back from missions. Taking short naps on the couch when he couldn�t keep his eyes open and finding, when he woke up some hours later, a blanket draped over him. The only time he had ever stayed over had been that one night, when summer vacation had started and it was sweltering.

This place had been a semi-home for him, and then, when their relationship deepened, it stopped being a semi-home and started being a full home. A second home. He stayed over when he was too tired after sex. He ate here everyday. He even had some of his things in the man�s home. A spare toothbrush, a towel, an extra set of clothes, some of his comics, and he has even lost one of his gameboy games here and can�t seem to find it. And looking at Naoe is kind of like looking at porn. Naoe�s really good-looking, but that thought, he agrees is what got him in this position in the first place.
�I frickin� told you not to jump me!� Takaya, trying to get comfortable within the hold Naoe had on him had a mind to cancel the man�s �something nice� he promised him.
Upon entering the door, Naoe had grabbed him and forced him up against the living room wall. So currently he was trying to guard his privates and push Naoe off of him at the same time.

He�d given up when Naoe had his pants and underwear around his ankles. The Possessor also taking no time to fling his suit jacket off and open up his own slacks.
It was the moment he took a deep breath that Naoe chose to lift him up off the ground and pine his body to the wall, the older man holding him up with both hands under his thighs and keeping him in place with his larger frame as he pressed him into the wall.
Naoe�s erection was already fitting itself into him by the time he could hook one of his legs around the man�s waist and curl his arms around his neck. Takaya could see he was determined to get his way, and he opened his legs wider to help the process along because doing this without lube was kind of stupid and kind of going to hurt.
He winced a little when Naoe shifted inside of him. Then something inside his gut seemed to flip when the older man grabbing firmly onto the back of his thighs hoisted him up and pulled him back down on his erection.

Takaya tightened his hold around Naoe�s neck, his body climbing off Naoe and being pushed back down with enough force that he took Naoe in one go and without lube.
He heard Naoe choke down a word. Heard his breath catch in his throat and heard him say the word again.

�God.�
Takaya smirked around his embrace, his face mashed up against Naoe�s forehead and his hair. He couldn�t help but grin at Naoe�s choice of words he wanted to utter during sex. Couldn�t help but feel somehow dominant even with the positions they had taken. The older man helpless to the feel of his body and already losing what little self-restraint he had.
He couldn�t stop the answering, taunting words he had for Naoe upon the utterance of the word again. The thrill of talking like this and having a somewhat clear head--in comparison to how he usually wildly reacted to sex--making his own erection swell and beg for contact.
�God?� He said teasingly right up against Naoe�s ear. �I�m your god, so as your god, worship only me.�
Naoe at the sound of it growled low, his hips now pumping faster into Takaya and his hands bruising the soft underside of his thighs.
Takaya, loving the response he was getting licked at the shell of one of Naoe�s ears before continuing on, �You�re lucky I even let you hold my hand, much less talk to me.�
Naoe slammed him into the wall for two more turns, groans of ecstasy being ripped from his throat and swallowed by Takaya as the boy kissed him roughly and thoroughly. Tongue and spit exchanged easily between the two.
And then Naoe�s cell phone went off.
Takaya, the first to break the kiss stared petulantly at Naoe, as the other man tried to get his breathing normal and his voice back under his control.

�Crap, couldn�t you have just turned it off.� Takaya, reaching low with his long arms and slipping his hand into the pant�s pocket that held the cell phone deftly pulled it out and flipped it open.

�Hurry up, I can�t stay in this position all day.�
Naoe clumsily taking his cell phone from Takaya answered, �Hello, this is Yoshiaki�-
�Haruie?�
Takaya perked up and watched Naoe�s face for any sign of what the conversation was about.
�Yes.�
�No.�
�Yes.�
�No, we�ll be there.�
�Okay Haruie, I�ll see you soon.� Naoe pressing the off button began to lower Takaya back to the floor.

�What the hell was that about?� Takaya stretching and picking up his pants from off the floor kept a constant eye on Naoe.
�It seems we have a problem.�
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A/N: Cliffhangers. Okay I said that I wasn�t going to have any complicated plot bunnies here, but because this is MOB, it�s physically impossible for that not to happen. I�m an idiot. So anyway sorry for the short chapter, but I�ve been working on two�no three other stories over at FFN. It keeps piling up! My Burst Angel fanfic is the most tiring. I wish I had the foresight to stop myself before writing other stories. I�m very thankful that people are sticking with this long, drawn out story and I hope I�m not butchering the characters�too much�because there are definitely OCC elements in this story.
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