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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 locked the door behind him, after entering his boyfriend's penthouse. It reminded him of the one that Tsume stayed in when he lived in Japan; only everything is on opposite sides. He wondered if this home was his real home away from Freeze City, or does he simply own two places, like most rich people.
'Stupid Tsume.' He took a seat on the couch. Mouth in a pout, he crossed his arms over his chest, moping silently while looking down at his lap. 'Is it so wrong to be jealous, I mean - - come on! She was all over him! Its so obvious that she likes him.' He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe that he was actually going to cry - - no, not going to but is; his tears spill about his cheeks running to his chest and into his shirt. "Dammit, Tsume; why do you have to make me feel like this!?" He shouts at no one. "I'd never make you jealous with anyone!" His words hit him suddenly. "I could, though, couldn't I? He hates that Darcia guy... Which is all the more reason for him to be jealous, if I spend time with him." Wiping his hand across his face, he sniffled back the snot attempting to join his tears trail. "How am I gonna get into contact with him?" Getting up from the couch, Toboe walked into the kitchen.
It's a well-known fact that people never keep things in their bedroom, if they don't care for it. They leave it in the kitchen or in the living room; whether or not Tsume likes Darcia, the man seems to still be hung up on him. So he'd no doubt keep writing to him, and Tsume will no doubt throw the letters away. But, he might get lazy about it, leaving a few hanging around until he remembers its there. Searching through kitchen drawers and papers on top of the microwave, he found nothing from the search.
"Shoot. Well, at least he isn't keeping contact with him - - that's good, right?" Rolling his eyes he added mentally. 'So what if I'm the only guy he likes; I don't want Tsume liking anyone.' Absently he yanks open the refrigerator, pulling out a bottle of what looks to be tea. Popping the cap off he gives it a sniff. 'Smells like tea.' Walking to the cabinet, he grabbed a glass pouring the drink into it, heading into the living room he kept the container of juice with him, setting it down on the coffee table. Spotting the remote, he turned on the television then surfed for something to watch.
He may as well watch tv, until he can think of what to do to keep Tsume from marrying some woman.
Back in Naples.
The two teens are in the middle of a morning excersize in Tsume's vibrating chair; power turned to high, the chair trembles beneath them like an isolated earthquake.
"Aaa!" Kiba's legs lock firmly together at the ankle, resting behind the chair; his arms around Hige's neck as he climaxed; the clenching of his body around Moon caused him to release as well.
Panting into Kiba's open, and also panting, mouth, Hige smiled at his boyfriend, shaking his head. "Man, we have to revamp your dreams more often." He then laughed at the shocked look on his lover's face.
"What?"
Giving his lover's butt a squeeze Hige leaned back in the seat, rocking it back and forth. "Come on, Kib', do you think I was born yesterday? I know that your dream about Tsume was something like this; when you pushed up on me, you were so specific to where it had to be and everything. Gotta tell ya, it's kinda hot." He laughs again, running a hand through his sweaty hair.
Glaring, Kiba blushed as he exited his boyfriend's vibrating lap. "Hn. It's not like that... I just figured, if I'm gonna get the image out of my head... then I may as well just do it with you. Is that so wrong?" He grabbed his clothes from the floor.
Hige shrugged. "I think it's weird. But, hey, if it gets me that then who's complaining?" With his leg extended he nabs his shirt between his toes lifting it up to his awaiting hand. "Shower?"
"Seperately."
"Huh? How come?!" He asked in mock offense.
"Because I'm not in the mood for round two. Right now I wanna call Tsume's house to see if Toboe is there."
"Hmph. Still can't believe you let him go."
"Trust me, neither can I, but... let him have his fun for today. He knows when the flight is, so he won't be pulling any stunts... Besides, if it were you I would want time alone with you."
"But we're the same age." Informs the Moon teen.
"Don't remind me of that, unless you want me climbing the walls, and boring the snot out of you with my brooding."
Hands up he retorts. "Say no more. My lips are sealed."
"Good." Looking at the chair his boyfriend just got up from, he says on his way to the bathroom. "We should probably clean up before we go out anywhere."
"Clean up?! What for?!" Shoulders sagged, he sighed heavily. "And in a snap, he's made the day boring." He looked up in time to see the pair of jeans before it smacks him in the face then dropped to the floor. "Ahehehe, sorry Kiba!"
...
The front door shoved open, and in walked Tsume holding a box of cold pizza in his hands. "Toboe?" He called out. Walking farther into his home, he spots the teen on the couch; he's laughing at something on the tv. Although, the show seems to be a drama or soap opera. "Toboe, why didn't you open the door to get the pizza I ordered for you?"
The boy continued laughing.
Cocking a brow, he set the box down on the kitchen table then heads over to the living room. He took a seat beside his boyfriend; miffed. Looking then at the television, he shook his head in wonder. "Toboe...?"
Wetting his lips, Toboe fell over onto Tsume's lap; face planted down into the soft denim, he licked at the fabric.
Shuddering from the sudden warmth rushing down there from the attention its receiving, Tsume shoved the reason away from him. "Toboe, what the hell is wrong with you?"
That only seemed to make the teen laugh more. "I've been..." He started to say, breaking into a fit of laugh until he could squeak out. "I've been thinking about how to - - hahaha, make you jealous but I ca- ahahaha" He slumps over holding his stomach as a fit of giggles continue pouring out of him. "Tsu- Tsume I can't stop laughing!" He barks on accident. "You've gotta help me, Tsume!" That only made him laugh further.
Snickering from the boy's contageous laughter, he rubbed Toboe's chest. "And what the hell am I supposed to do?"
"Mmm. Bore me with your kisses." He cracked up harder.
Expression soured the model starts to stand.
"No, no, I'm serious!" Wrapping his legs around the model's slender form; he's nearly dragged from the couch when Tsume starts away. Sitting up, he leaped onto his boyfriend, planting kisses all over his face. "Tsume, please, I was only teasing." He's silenced as he concentrates on kissing.
Tsume kissed back, hands coming up around the teen, rubbing his back.
"Yeah," Whispered Toboe. "that's the good stuff." He bucked his hips into Tsume's gut causing the model to back against a wall. "Kiba's not here; we can do it until the walls come down on us."
"Tempting as that is, what the hell is wrong with you?" Toboe's tongue crashes into his mouth mingling for a moment with his for a bit, but that bit was long enough. Pulling away, Tsume swallowed the taste. "Oh shit," Leaning closer to Toboe he sniffed inside his boyfriend's mouth. "Tell me you did not drink the tea in the refrigerator."
"I didn't plan to, beep." Toboe beeped him on the nose with his finger before kissing it.
"What, did you drink the whole thing?" He set the inebriated down onto his feet, holding him at arms length.
"It was the most delicious tea I ever had; no wonder Faye didn't want to share." He then starts to laugh again. "Ssssst, ssssst" He holds a finger to his mouth asking for the man's silence after a slurred 'ppssst'. "I think you've got a stalker! Someone was ringing the door bell, and ringing it... They finally went away."
"I ordered you a pizza for lunch which, by the way, you'd better start eating to get some of the alcohol out of your system, pup."
"I'm not hungry. I'm just really, really horny." Slapping a hand to his mouth, he laughs and says. "Oh shit, that's like the same thing. Ahahahaha!"
Face drooped, Tsume guides the teen to the couch sitting him down with a light but firm push. "Wait here."
"Aye, aye captain." He says rocking forward and back.
'Hn. I can just hear Kiba after this one.' Thinks the model, heading into the kitchen. Removing 4 slices from the box he tossed them into the microwave to heat them up. 'Damn I'm stupid. I'd forgotten about the stupid Long Island; I'm so fucked.' He can still hear the intoxicated trying to calm his laughter, it's now coming out like a stream of 'hmhmhmhm'. Tsume can't help but smile at how cute it sounds, though.
Once the microwave stopped, he pulled the plate out; wondering for a second over how the plate was cold when the pizza was hot? Giving the food a test poke, he's satisfied with the temperature, so he brought it into the living room. "Here, eat this."
"Finally!" Droned the teen, as though he had been waiting his whole life for the meal.
Setting the plate down on the coffee table, Tsume returned to the kitchen to get the boy a drink of orange juice. 'Ha. What do you give a drunk kid to drink?' He laughed to himself while pouring the juice into a mug. Walking out of the kitchen, he paused for a second. "Slow down will you; it's not gonna run off the plate."
"Says you, I just saw that one move." He pointed to a slice of mushroom sausage; sucking the grease from his fingers, Toboe then sucked his bottom lip into his mouth to suck that as well. "Tsume, really, let's have wild passionate sex - - I can be on top!"
"Toboe, you're drunk. And you need to sober up before we have any.." He can't help but snicker at the teen's wording. "wild passionate sex."
"Killjoy." Swallowing hard, he set the pizza down.
Brushing his hand through his hair, he asked. "What's wrong?"
Turning, Toboe felt his stomach do the same... all over Tsume.
...
"Uuuugh," Toboe opened his mouth again vomit gushing out of it into the toilet.
Tsume was beside him holding a wet towel to the back of his boyfriend's neck and cheeks. "You'll be alright."
Crouching, Toboe sits back frowning as the man removed the vomit from around his mouth with the towel, before flipping it around to a clean spot. "I'm sorry, I must look a mess." Tears in his eyes, he prayed that his stomach has settled since he's been throwing up for what felt like an hour, but his watch shows only ten or so minutes have passed.
This must just be awful for Tsume seeing him like this. Bad enough the man married someone and had kids; but his last memory of his gay lover will be a hurl fest in his toilet. Why can't anything between them just work out right? Since meeting Tsume, he's had the issue of being too young; which makes Kiba always on his case; then there's the fact that he probably is a terrible kisser, since he's got zero experience in the field; he's whiney, and troublesome; Tsume's record isn't all that clean either. He's the one that burned down their cabin, and gave him and his brother their burn marks; Tsume also has to deal with the fact that he's very recognized, and having a young male lover can't possibly be easy for him. ...Maybe... Maybe Kiba knows what he's talking about after all? Maybe they simply can't be together.
Leaning over, the model flushed the toilet then held Toboe by his shoulders. Tsume helped him to stand up, before he picked him up, bridal-style, carrying him into his bedroom.
"Tsume," He settled himself into the bed. "I'm sorry... You must think I'm pretty disgusting right now."
Removing his ruined 300 dollar shirt, the model shrugged. And from the bedroom managed to get the shirt into the bathtub with a toss. "Take your clothes off." He asked, after seeing that, on the way to the bathroom, Toboe had gotten fluids on himself as well.
Sitting up he removed his clothes; feeling tears rushing down his cheeks as he does so. He can't cry... he won't cry. Too late... Whimpering, he just let his pain out, bringing the towel up to his face trying to staunch the sound.
In a pair of pajamas; Tsume hands a night shirt and pants to the weeping teen. "Why are you crying?" Seated on the bed beside his boyfriend, he touched his shoulder tenderly.
"Because I threw up on you; and everything is getting messed up." He weeped out.
"That's a stupid reason to cry."
"No, it isn't." Toboe dressed slowly, since one hand was constantly coming to his face wiping tears.
"First of all," He lies down on the bed. "I've tended to the Queen of alcohol induced vomit, so, trust me, it doesn't bother me at all." Tsume wrapped his arms around the teen once he's dressed and lying in bed beside him. "And lastly, you mind explaining to me what exactly is getting messed up?"
"Everything, Tsume, I... it's stupid."
"I know it's stupid. But you should tell me anyway."
"Gee thanks!"
"Just spit it out."
"I had this bad dream.."
"Nightmares." He says as though it would figure. Young people are always so driven by dreams and omens.
"It's no joke; you were married to some woman, and you had kids together... You forgot all about loving me." His voice lowered at that, then rose as he spat out. "It was the worst feeling in the world!"
"I'm sure it was; but it's not gonna happen." He kissed his worried lover on the shoulder. "Got it. I'm serious when I say that, aside from Darcia, you've been the only person I've been intimate with; my career has been the only romance I've ever had so stop crying."
A frown set on his face, Toboe wiped his eyes one last time. "Fine... But, Tsume, you wouldn't really get married and have kids, just because we were apart - - would you?"
"...I hate children. And married women become nags - - I've got Jet for that. So, no. I doubt your silly little dream would ever come true." Brushing his fingers through the Wolf teen's hair, he says quietly. "Meanwhile, I'm glad that you're here."
"Really? Could have fooled me, with the way you were drooling over that woman."
"Hn. I must be a better actor than I thought, thanks, Pup." He laughs to himself. "Mrs. Gristen has four kids, and a husband - - not a second husband, or a third but husband. I asked."
Blushing, he pouts. "Well, leaving him... There's a first time for everything - - you're really attractive, Tsume!"
"Thank you." Smooching Wolf on the lips, he cringed. "You know there's some mouthwash in the bathroom, wanna use it."
"Asshole." He got up from the bed.
"My what a pottymouth you are, when your mother isn't around."
"Shut up." He says over a garggle. Spitting, he wiped a hand across his mouth returning to the bedroom; climbing on top of Tsume. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"I was serious before. Let's get naked." Insists the horny and slightly hung over, rocking his hips.
"No."
"No?"
Shaking his head, he replied. "No. Not until you tell me where we stand? Are you planning on breaking up with me or not? Living in two different places won't always work for one of us - - obviously, look at how you reacted to Nilia; so I wanna know if you're cutting your losses."
"Tsume... it's just so stupid." He says quietly. "I love you so much."
"Hn. Then why haven't you been talking to me? Since you got here, you've been clammed up, thinking about who knows what; and it's driving me batshit crazy... So spill it."
"Alright! Can't a person be scared once in a while!? I can't be like you, Tsume. I can't walk around saying 'Well fuck it!' ...It's complicated."
"How?"
"Because... I don't like what I wanna say."
Frowning, he sighed. "Pretend I'm someone else then."
Sighing with aggression; he slid off of the model sitting beside him. "Sometimes... it's just that sometimes, being with you, is so hard. You killed my family, and... I don't know how to feel about that sometimes. On the one hand I love my life like it is now, but I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I knew them. But I'll never get to know..."
He starts to cry again. Tsume wanted to comfort him, but he felt it would stop Toboe from speaking, so he remained removed from him.
"I'll never know at all, because of you! I'll never know if Kiba would have been a normal brother, or if he would still love me enough to want me around, but not in a scary way like he does..." He stopped speaking in sobbed barks, letting himself cry. "Tsume... dammit..." He cried more. "I don't like being with you, when that part of me that hates you won't stay away! It makes me feel like I could smash your face in with something, or push you into a fire... But the part of me that loves you, only wants to be with you. And be loved by you; and anytime someone tells me "No", I wanna do something stupid and wreckless, just to make them back off if they don't stop telling me I can't do something."
Tsume could only listen in bewildered silence. He had no idea Toboe felt any of this. He always seemed so... Happy. But he's glad that he's stopped being silent, and is at least telling him what's going on. Instead of continuing to fake it, like all is well, when it clearly isn't.
"Go on." His voice is softened due to the sudden dryness that's come over his mouth. He wanted to know Toboe's feelings; but at the same time, it hurts to think about the outcome of it. Will Toboe leave him? He wasn't sure how he'll take that right off, in time it might get easier but now...
"My brother struggles so much. And having to deal with me being in love with you, just makes it that much harder. I'm not selfish or blind; and hurting him makes me mentally sick, because he's gone beyond what he should have to just to make sure that I'm alright. He has to figure out how to pay bills, and cook for me, when I was too small to do it myself; he's terrified of thunder storms - - he thinks that I don't know, but I know." He nods to affirm it to himself. 'And it's because he keeps thinking about that night. Kiba has to go to school and then work; does he ever really get to sleep? I wonder this everytime I lay in bed, trying to figure out what I can do to ease some of his pains;" He sniffles. "If Hige weren't around, I don't think my brother would ever smile." He leaned forward so that his face is pressed into the blanket.
"Toboe... I..."
"Can't you just make it easy on me? Tell me to go away. Feel horrible about being with someone younger than you, and tell me to go away! So that I don't have to feel like throwing up, because I love the person who killed my family..."
"I... can't do that..." He swallowed hard. "I'm glad that you can hate me; but at the same time, I wonder if it isn't just Kiba talking through you."
"It's not! You arrogant bastard!" Sitting up, he balled his hands, slugging the man against his right eye. He wasn't sure if it had hurt Tsume, but it made him feel a little better. "Kiba's only been saying things to me because I was too blind to really get it! I had so much shit to sort out back then that... I don't know, it's finally all catching up to me!" He threw his hands in the air motioning with them, as if to show that he's been attempting to swat them away but can't manage to, because there is so much of it. "Don't make this hard for me, Tsume. Please, don't make it hard for me."
"Hard for you to do what?" He couldn't believe he had asked.
"...To... to leave you..." His voice broke so much due to tears it was almost incoherant.
Tsume heard. "I'll take you back to Naples-..."
"No! Say it, Tsume! You have to say it!"
"Don't ask me to!" He hollered. Remaining on his back, lying down; he wanted Toboe to keep his hand and authority as the last thing he wanted was to be intimidating, he said. "Since I've met you, you're all I can fucking think about! And you want me to say good bye to you? I love you, Toboe! I want to stay loving you. But, if you don't love me... then you do it. I'm not gonna sit here and release you, when I don't want to."
Face scrunched, he leaned over to the model kissing him hard. Climbing on top of him, his hands rip open the pajama top; one button flew off the silk material pattering to the floor. The younger male trailed kisses from Tsume's jaw to the man's chest stopping only once he reached the band of the model's pants.
Tsume watched, fascinated, as Toboe tugged the pants down enough to expose his bare lap, since he didn't wear boxers the other day and never got a chance to put any on. "Toboe..." He said warningly before gasping in pleasure; hands clucthing the blanket, when the teen's mouth came around his member. Body shuddering in pleasure, he moved a hand into his hair. "Oh God, Toboe, don't do this."
Mouth sliding from around the bloating apendage, the tip of his tongue removing the physical evidance of the model's enjoyment; he whispered against Tsume's lap. "You promised me that I could, remember?"
Nodding, he says. "I do."
"Thank you." Returning to what he was doing, Toboe could feel tears still stinging his eyes, but they were subsiding a bit.
Toboe's never had experience in pleasuring someone before; and he's pretty sure, as far as sex goes, no one will ever be inside of him and he will never be inside of anyone else ever again. So this is it. He has to make it count, and last, or he'll never be able to move on...
Toboe ceased his activity licking his way in little laps up the model's body until he's laying over him; kissing Tsume on the mouth. He will do this for both he and Tsume to enjoy; he'll kiss him as he's learned from being kissed by his lover. He'll stretch him as he's learned from being stretched; and he will move with him in that perfection that can only be seen by them.
Toboe's erection grew firm between their legs. They rocked up and down; grinding like two sticks trying to start a fire. Tsume let out low moans and sighs feeling his own member, stuck to his gut, being used like a mini stripper pole by the Wolf teen's torso. Toboe's pace hastened when the model's fingers brush lightly between his cheeks with a lingering swirl at his hole. If that's how Tsume wanted it done then he will do it.
Leaning to the side they're both lying on the bed, some friction lost but made up for by the impressive liplock Toboe was showcasing. Leg secured firmly around the older man's hip; Toboe's mouth starts giving attention to Tsume's neck and shoulder while his hand rakes his fingers up and down the man's back near his spine. The Wolf teen hummed a sigh just hearing the model's low enjoyment in his ear. Toboe moved his hand down between Tsume's buttocks, touching it, squeezing the globes and liking the firm feeling of it; brushing the hole with his middle finger; he wished for a second that the digit was a little longer, as he hasn't fully grown up in that way.
"Tsume, can you lie on your stomach for me?"
Kissing his experimenting lover, Tsume complied.
"Where's the-...?"
Cutting him off, he says. "Top drawer."
Crawling to the head of the bed, he removed what he needed from the drawer; looking over the box of condoms with care. He wondered if he'd fit into it properly? And if doesn't, would it be bad news for him and Tsume?
"Tsume I..."
"I don't care; just do whatever you like."
Nodding, he returned to his lover's side; straddling over the model's legs just below his butt. Opening the bottle, he poured some of the liquid into his hand giving it a good coating; Toboe already feels his hands and body shaking with nerves from what he's about to do.
'I can do this. It's not that hard, and... and Tsume's already had sex before, so it shouldn't hurt him.' Swallowing a gulp of air, he let out a sigh. Leaning forward he kissed the man between his shoulder blades, along the back of his neck; fingers in place, he slipped one in. He gasped, momentarily shocked at how warm it was inside. No wonder Tsume always seems so abandoned, and hungry while inside of him, thought the teen. If it's this nice to his finger, he couldn't imagine what it would be like having his gender there.
Tsume gripped the blanket tightly in his fist. It's been years since he's done this. Truly, Darcia was the last person he's ever slept with, as far as human contact and entering went. He wasn't sure if he were ready for it or not; Tsume Keina was not a bottom. Darcia saw to the end of that. His hips, though, said otherwise, as they rocked back when the teen added a second finger.
'Tsume plunges and scissors.' Toboe coached himself while his fingers go through the motions; judging by the clenching the model's body gave, and the pants and whispers of how nice it felt; he's doing the right things. Half on Tsume and half off him on the bed, Toboe kissed his lover on the cheek, heading towards his lips. Tsume joined in the kiss.
When they came up for air, Toboe whispered. "Tsume, are you ready? Does it feel alright?"
"Yeah, sure."
Nodding, he removed his fingers. Slipping the wide condom over his length, seeing no way to fill out the part he lacked he could only hope Tsume's body was tight enough to keep the thing pinned to his member. Again he picks up the bottle squeezing the liquid into his hand, covering the condom in a light film; he then moved into position. Tsume raised his hips to help him, then he moved in. The couple groan at the feeling, so different than what they have been getting used to. Toboe was right about it being better on his penis; the heat was encasing him. It seemed to get hotter from the lubricant activating. Now what?
"Move." Tsume instructs. "Slowly. Then speed up."
Nodding, unsure if it were seen or not; Toboe does as he's told completely blown away by how the simple act of moving could make this feeling even better. Hunching over the model's back, he moans sporadically as he thrust in and out of Tsume, slowly as he been instructed; his lubricated hand sought Tsume's sex. He latched on tightly, sliding his hand up and down squeezing at the base loosening at the head then in reverse.
The bed springs creaked a bit from the movement; the blanket hissed and shifted with their erotic dance movement. Toboe banged his hips into the man a bit faster when Tsume's hole tightened whenever he applied pressure to the base of his sex. He barely pulled back only pushed forward wanting it deeper than he could go.
Tsume's snicker brought him out of his daze. Toboe picked up his pace in and out, over and over, with changes here and there. The pair could feel the end nearing. And when it came; ripped through them hard; arching them together before dropping them like sacks of rice onto the bed in a panting heap.
Quietly they lay there. Nothing but pants conversating for them.
"Toboe... I'm sorry." Holding Wolf's tear stained cheek, he kissed him. "It's time to go."
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