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Under the Surface	By : jeisvenka Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1260 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Under the Surface
- 2-Staying Afloat
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The next morning, Yohji felt considerably better. He'd eaten, showered, brushed his teeth, and generally done everything he would've done if he hadn't been, say, a prisoner in the Schwarz household.
Schuldig and Nagi both left him alone now, even when Farfarello… Jei… was away doing God knows what. Yohji stayed in his room, for the most part. His room being Jei's room, of course, although Jei never seemed to sleep or spend any time there.
The door's hinges had been oiled at some point, and now swung open without much difficulty. The latches were another matter, and they groaned as they were shifted to the side. Yohji only twisted his eyes momentarily toward the noise before turning back to the wall, already knowing who would step through the door.
Sure enough, white hair, pale skin, eye patch, and a new set of pearly white bandages for the blond's wound. He was starting to become accustomed to the calm that rushed over him at the other's arrival, although was it even possible to feel surprised? No, not possible, replied his slow heartbeat and relaxed muscles.
Yohji sat on the middle of the bed, his side turned toward the door, peacefully allowing the other man to remove his borrowed shirt.
A few minutes ago, he'd been determined to tell Jei he could do it himself. Change his own bandages. But as the smaller man's hands trickled across his side, gently removing the bandages, softly taking away his pain and fear and doubt, he lost the desire.
In fact, it was as though, when this creature was in the room, he desired nothing. Nothing past his own basic needs, and even those were somehow dulled. He even lacked the ability to be upset by his own numbness.
"How are you feeling?"
His eyes shifted to watch Jei work.
"Wonderful," Yohji murmured lazily, captured once again by that perfect face and those perfect lips, pouty under heavy-lidded eyes. Everything was nice. Everything was perfect. Even the darkness of the room seemed comforting in its closeness.
A slow nod, and Jei gracefully rose to his feet and pattered to the door.
"Where do you sleep?" Yohji asked, any fear of retribution stolen from his mind.
A pause, one hand on the door, ready to leave. But he didn't leave. Instead, the white-haired, incredibly sane psychopath turned around and soundlessly walked back over to him, as if nothing in the world were more important than his question. He captured Yohji's face with his soft hands, bringing their faces only inches apart.
If Yohji could ever have felt unsettled, he would have now. Something seethed under the surface of Jei's eye. Something he couldn't see from a distance, but from here… A shiver he couldn't perceive ran up his spine.
"I can't sleep. I can't. Not yet," whispered those perfect lips, curling back from his teeth, although there was no emotion in the action. No anger or thrill. It was as though his lips simply decided to move of their own accord, and his teeth were left to face the world.
It occurred to Yohji that he should kiss him.
So he did.
His head slipped forward through the man's hands, and his lips fell easily against that perfect pair, and it was exactly as he thought it might be: soft and lovely.
And when he drew back… nothing. There was simply nothing. No heavy breathing, no racing heartbeat, no question about what he'd done, no curiosity, no disgust, no regret. Nothing.
Jei's eyes were unfocused, staring into himself, his expression unchanged, other than that his lips covered his teeth again, which made Yohji feel better.
He realized abruptly that after Jei left, he would have to face what he'd just done. And that he'd have to figure out a reason. And that it would matter.
"Don't leave," he said softly. Jei nodded in understanding, his eyes remaining unfocused, and he crawled onto the black mattress beside Yohji. They stayed like that, each staring at the wall, not touching, until the sun stopped glaring through the bars, and Yohji crawled underneath the covers to drift off to sleep.
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Yohji was drowning.
His lungs were screaming for air, but there was nothing he could do. He didn't know where the surface was, and his usually buoyant body seemed to sink like lead into the cold depths of the sea.
It became darker, and the air finally burst from his mouth, spiraling upward in a fit of black bubbles. His body began shutting down, exhausted, the cold numbing his nervous system, making it harder and harder to keep kicking.
And why was he kicking, again? What was the point? The sea spread out underneath him like a dark blanket, and he felt himself succumbing to its will. Losing himself into the endless timeless stream…
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A sharp movement jolted him awake, and he sat upright, thoughts spinning, gasping for air. His skin felt cold… freezing… and he couldn't shake how real the dream had been.
There was another jerk, and his eyes shot over to where Jei sat on a corner of the bed, curled up into himself, shaking and moaning softly, his face buried in his knees.
"Hey, are you okay?" he asked, his hand reaching out automatically to touch the other man's back.
"Don't touch me," Jei snarled darkly, his voice muffled by flesh and bone and cloth, and Yohji felt as if all the air had suddenly been cut off again, and Nagi was pushing him down into the couch cushions, and he was drowning in the bowels of the sea, and kicking just didn't matter anymore. The room swayed around him, and he could see something pulsing, radiating from Jei's small form.
There was a soft noise, the white-haired man rasping a single word so quietly, Yohji almost missed it.
Run.
And he was on his feet, and the door was mysteriously open, and he was down the hall and across the living room and out the front and running, and he was out. The night was black and all-consuming, and his fear and anger and doubt all came rushing back again. Every shadow seemed to loom and jeer as he stumbled along, his surroundings unrecognizable, even if he'd known where he was.
He finally stopped, unable to continue any further, choking and gasping for air, his wound sending out shockwaves of pain throughout his system, his head pounding, his vision narrow.
There was an alleyway, and he stumbled into it, nestled himself in between a trashcan and the brick wall, and passed out.
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Morning never came. When he woke up, it was still pitch black, and he wasn't sure how long it had been. Something felt… wrong. He pulled himself from the dark niche he'd created, glancing around the alleyway, and his eyes finally landed on a hunched-over form.
In spite of being clad in white, with white hair and pale skin, the shadows clung to it like glue, and the man's face was dark, except for the single glaring orb, which shone out like a beacon of light.
"Jei?" Yohji asked, his voice cracking embarrassingly.
The creature grinned, the golden orb narrowing. It moved forward like an animal of prey, not even rising to its feet, moving like water over the filthy concrete.
Yohji was about to ask again, and then it hit him. Everything. Fear and rage and hurt and passion and lust. And he was overtaken, the creature on top of him, and this wasn't Jei. But that vicious mouth was already attacking his own, clawed fingers shredding at his clothes and flesh.
"What is this?" Yohji gasped, fighting against the other man's hands and fingers and teeth and feelings. The overwhelming emotions that were surging and tearing and crashing across his system.
"He wanted to take you with him," the creature snarled, "but I won't let him."
"Take me where?" Yohji asked, overwhelmed, realizing that the monster couldn't talk and bite simultaneously.
"Inside. He wanted to pull you in. But if you're there, I can't have you."
"Jei-"
"No!" Fingers shot forward, lacing around his neck, pushing him up against the wall. "Jei lost his chance. My chance now. Mine."
Yohji struggled against the man's passion, trying in vain to escape.
"Farfarello," Yohji rasped, struggling once again for air, aware that this was now the second time (or was it the third?) that he'd been near suffocation. The fingers loosened, and rough lips trailed across his cheek, the teeth behind them nipping at fragile skin.
"Yesss," Farfarello purred, and Yohji felt the other man's body pressing against his own, the pain throbbing in his side, feeling wet as his wound tore open once again and blood saturated his bandages.
"Why-?" Why me. That's what he was going to ask. But in one inhuman motion, the blond was pulled to his feet and dragged out of the alleyway to a waiting car. He was tossed into the passenger seat, and they wrestled through the door to the Schwarz household as the sun came up.
"One day left," Farfarello growled, forcing his victim onto the black mattress and straddling his hips.
"Until what?" Yohji asked, trying to prolong the conversation, trying to get away from the feeling that kept stabbing against his psyche.
"Crawford comes home tomorrow, and then I lose it," he purred, grinding his hips forward. Yohji cried out in spite of himself, overwhelmed by the furious lust slamming into his soul.
"Lose what?" Yohji breathed, tossing against the sheets.
"Thisss," Farfarello hissed, and Yohji was once again flooded with feeling. "Jei wanted it all to himself, to bring you inside, but I woke up instead. He can't have you. He can't have you."
"But… Jei didn't have… that," Yohji whined, bracing himself against the emotions, digging his fingers into Farfarello's thighs.
"He uses it different. He pulls. I push," Farfarello cackled loudly, grinding his hips forward again. And then it was too much, and he wasn't strong enough, not like this. Not when he'd spent the entire night before with nothing. Everything was too much.
Yohji's eyes rolled back into his head, and he fainted, twitching slightly as the other man's laugh faded into the darkness.
-- To be Continued --
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