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The Love That He Wants	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own any locations or characters created in the world of Wolf's Rain. Rights go to their creators. I also make no profit from this, it's just for fun. I also don't endorse any existing product brands.

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Disclaimer: I also want to mention that I don't own any of the characters from Cowboy Bebop, who are guest featured in the stories even though their universe is not. Which makes it not exactly a crossover. So, I give the credit to the rightful creators and take none.
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Tsume Keina has been living in Japan for a year to this day. He anticipated the graduation of his promised lover Toboe Wolf for far too long. The years were brutal on his psyche; as he took role after role in acting jobs, a few modeling jobs, endorsements, anything to keep him busy. So that he wouldn't simply abduct the young man when he hit eighteen.
The first thing he did when returning to Freeze City, was to look up their residence. He was sure they'd of moved. But, thankfully, he was gifted with the knowledge that they had not. In all the times he's driven past the Wolf home, he didn't see Toboe. He had either become very busy or fate was trying to be a son-of-a-bitch, because he just needed one sustaining glimpse but was heavily deprived of it.
He had to leave the country to shoot a film, Toboe was eighteen then. He came back right away after that. Another round of Where's Waldo ensued; however, he, again, was kept from his addiction. Cold turkey was cruel. The last he'd seen of his little lover, the teen was pissy-drunk, mumbling incogerantly the entire drive back to Naples. The food did help, though. He sobered up just enough to tell him he wanted to wait. Until things were easier on them both. Could Tsume just wait for him?
He agreed. Readily. But he can't control his hunger for Toboe's love. So he returned, and sought him out. Just to look at him. Nothing wrong with that. It didn't break the verbal contract to not contact each other.
But it wasn't until today, that he was able to see Toboe again. It was at the store. He'd gone there to buy a few things for dinner, when who should walk in but Toboe Wolf. It was such an unreal, unbelievable moment that he simply froze and stared. Eyes that could only look at his lover, followed him about the store secretly. He watched him gather food from a shopping list; he watched him looking for clothes. He saw, briefly in a flash, a hopeful look in the young man's eyes when some elderly person moved about the racks of clothing.
Was Toboe searching for him, too? He had to chance it.
He followed the brothers to their home; he took notice that a party of sorts was going on in the backyard; it was the perfect opportunity to slip into the home. He drove up the street and parked his car. The last thing he wanted was for someone to think some nut was in the neighborhood spying. By the time he'd walked back to the house, it seemed all the guests had arrived. He hung back before opening the front door to the home and going inside.
Toboe was in the kitchen dancing about while pouring snacks into a bowl. He ate a few, humming, shaking his hips, and tapping his foot. Tsume smiled. Could Toboe be more adorable? He went to approach him, but decided to duck upstairs. Let them have their fun. In the young man's bedroom for the first time after a long time, he drank it in. The sight. The smell. The atmosphere.
Tsume climbed onto the full bed; pressed his face into the pillows and took a deep whiff. It smelled like almonds. It was a pleasure overload to his senses. Toboe used to smell like baby body wash. It was less harsh on his burnt flesh. He thought Kiba was babying him. However, he'd done research on it, finding that burns of the third degree are very serious; the pain may be chronic for most patients. But, they feel nothing on the flesh because of destroyed cells in the dermis. It's basically living in a pain suit covered by a thick gnawed leather sack. You feel no pain but the destruction exists deeper. Muscle, joints, tendons. Any little thing could be hazardous to infections.
He hated himself for that. Toboe hates him for it. But, he loves him. How? He doesn't know what God of luck is on his side, but he'd give the diety anything for the fortunate chance that Toboe could be so forgiving. So loving. Or maybe it's not luck, but some divine punishment to forever be branded by what he'd done in the form of loving someone he'd made a victim of his crime. His stupidity.
He took one last whiff of the new scent of Toboe, then left the bed. He walked over to the desk where photos were tapped, tacked, and placed carefully to decorate rather than distract from the work needing to get done there. The teen photographed his growth. Thank you, technology for making smartphones. He smiled at the printed out gallery. Toboe with his friends, feasting on tacos. Toboe holding an instrument case. Tsume was surprised by that, he certainly didn't think the teen would take an interest in music.
One photo of him with bed-head; a selfie, which was done to show off his holiday haul. Tsume can see the stack of gifts in the background a bit, along with the glow of a Christmas tree. He marveled at how bold his beloved has become over the span of years. Toboe was at the beach, shirtless. Posed with his brother, who had his burnt discolored forearm exposed. The incredible strength Toboe has filled Tsume's heart. There were winter photos. And finally one with him getting his high school diploma.
He could be his. And then Toboe, as if he had known Tsume was there, entered his bedroom...
The door into his studio loft apartment closed behind Tsume with an audible clink! He sank to the floor, back against the door, knees up, head down. With all his might he then shouted. His fist slammed into the wooden privacy behind him. He bashed it into the door over and over; he got to his feet and then kicked the door a few times! Why not?! He's too damned happy to hold back his outburst! And he began to happily pace; fist pumping in the air, looking like a boxer who'd won a tough match. Getting to a point where he's freely able to be with Toboe Wolf certainly was the match of the centuries. He felt giddy inside, like a wolf cub dancing in a field of flowers in his first Spring. His happiness created a supernova inside of him. It was at maximum strength just bursting to get out!
He grabbed a metal stool from under the island in the kitchen and he spiked it to the floor.
A laugh erupted from him. His neighbors, if they could hear him, must think him completely mad.
'He remembers me!' He laughed merrily. 'He kissed me! He still loves ME.' He laughed out loud again. His hands gripped his white hair. It was as if the reality of it all was truly bringing madness to his elation.
It's been so few years since they'd last seen each other. But the years were not one whole thing at a time. A year is filled with seasons, months, weeks, days. 3 years is a long time when you get down to the meat within the bones. So much can happen daily - - proof of that, Toboe joined the band. Time apart is time without each other. No constants to keep any sort of emotion there.
Tsume Keina was no idiot. Toboe Wolf is attractive. He has an alluring look, and presence. To think that he would remain single for three years, possibly a fourth, was a fool's delusion. But still, Tsume hoped for the world to look elsewhere for love; that they leave his untouched by interference. He waited in agony. He's turned down many warm bodies interested in himself. Even for just a one-off. Instead, when he needed to release, he used his imagination.
It was tough growing the teen to look as he would today. So he saw only the sixteen year old, as he remembered him. Now, as he tends to his needs tonight, he can see himself fully immersed in his lover as he is now. Tsume's skin felt electrically charged. He laughed out loud, the uproarious sound reverberated off the thick glass on the large windows in his apartment.
Toboe still loves him. Missed him. Wants him. Toboe agreed to go out with him! Be his boyfriend - - officially - - as he had put it to his friends. The ball of erupted bliss dropped onto his modern sectional. It was just as sharp in design as his own features despite the softness, and rounded leather cushion. He waited for his consuming happiness to die down. He wanted to drive back to the Wolf home and sweep Toboe up and drag him off to parts unknown from any human interuption beyond their existence.
He wanted to make love to him, then ravage him in the missing year's hunger pangs.
Tsume's long fingers fumbled with the buckles, bells-and-whistles on his black jeans; his hand dove in through the opening to his exposure. He clamped down at the base, squeezing and massaging the sensitive skin. He stiffened almost immediately. He's no stranger to fantasized release, but now he has a proper image to his daydreams. And it's biting like a wolf.
'Wait.' Tsume got up from the couch then walked up the stairs to his open-air bedroom.
From the bedside drawer he removed his makeshift lover. Collapsed on his back; jeans tugged down about his ankles; the Fleshlight cupped him like an old habit, so tight and inviting, and as usual it morphed into Toboe. His young lover's mouth wrapped completely over him, his hand jerking the base as if to milk him into his bobbing mouth. He certainly produced enough from eager need to release.
Tsume's pants filled the air space, Toboe's hungry moans filled his mind as he licked and slurped at his length. Back arched and pads of his feet pressed firmly into the floor, he came into the warm mouth. Exhausted, he removed the leaking adult toy from his body. He teased his balls as he relaxed from the exhaust of energy. He was glad it's still early. This would likely keep him up at night. He can be distracted for hours in the evening. And as he hardened again, he chose a position of standing and sitting on his knees at the headboard. Round 2.
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Tsume was showered; shaved; dressed, and ready to go by six p.m. He would have liked to stay in and have their date, but that would result in an earthquake of activity that the country is not ready for. And he wants to do things right; take it slow; Toboe is his boyfriend now. There is no taking while the opportunity has presented itself. He can take his time. Cook the meal on low. Unwrap the gift and even fold the paper before getting to the box. ...And next time he can screw their bones into liquid.
He checked his appearance in the mirror. He was of course satisfied with it. He's never doubted his looks for a second. He went to pick up his sunglasses, yellow lenses since it's the evening and he doesn't want to look like a jackass wearing sunglasses at night. But he nixed the item. He doesn't need the obstruction from gazing at his beloved.
His phone buzzed. He grabbed it from the island counter top. He smiled seeing a photo of Toboe beside the text bubble.
T: Are we going fancy? I don't know what to wear.
TS: Casual. I'm taking you to Rave.
T: Cool! I'll change.
TS: I'll be there in 15 minutes.
T: 'Kay, see ya.
Tsume pocketed his phone and keys, then left the house. He took a deep whiff of the warm night summer air. It smelled like foliage, bird's droppings, and humanity. But to Tsume, it smelled like a glorious burst of Spring. Flowers. Misty dewy rain. Nature's perfume only blew the lovely scents to him. Love does that. It makes you blind to all the bad, because your love can only be surrounded by the good.
Tsume snickered as he climbed into his sleek, black Lexus ES 300H. The vehicle looked like a souped-up bullet. Sails down the concrete just as smoothly as a bullet would sail through the atmosphere. 'If this were a cheesy drama,' He mused. 'I'd probably get stabbed right about now.' It's the basic rule for every romantic story. Some violent hardship would befall one of the lead couples.
Thankfully this was real life. Tsume had no interruptions come between picking up his boyfriend then taking them then to the restaurant. It was nice to be off the big screen, drama free, and dating.
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"I was looking at all the pictures in your room," Tsume was saying, after they'd ordered their dinner and the waiter walked away. "I was surprised you'd gone to the beach."
Toboe grinned triumphantly. "A guy at school saw my neck; he knew right away it was burn marks - - his sister;" he need not say more as it was obvious. "She went to this great group center for body acceptance. He said I should go."
"That was constructively nice of him."
"Wasn't it?" He tapped his finger on the wooden table top, a thoughtful expression on his face. "Listening to everyone tell their stories... I didn't even realize that I had such insecurities." He smiled. "I thought that covering up the burns was only natural - - who'd wanna see that?" Locking eyes with Tsume. "I created the disgust of my body, not others. So, I felt the fear and let it go. I even told Kiba."
"I think your body is beautiful." Tsume informed him. "I always have."
Toboe felt his cheeks heat. Tsume was the first person to love his body. He motivated the acceptance, and the need to go to group share. He waved his hand. "But, enough about that; what have you been doing?"
"Movies. Press."
"That's it?"
"Movies don't just happen, it takes months."
"Why did I think it was a one-and-done type deal?" He scratched his cheek, feeling sheepish. "So... you made a lot of friends?"
"Some. It's bound to happen, when you spend a lot of time with people, especially in a foreign location."
"Everyone says New Zealand is really nice."
"It's nicer. We should go there some time. It could be my graduation present for you, before you head off to college."
"I may not even get into one." He looked as embarrassed as he felt. "My grades were good enough to get out of high school. I can't go to someplace like Brown. That'd be asking for too much."
"Here are your orders." The waitress set the plates down onto the table. Her gaze lingered on Tsume; either because she recognized him or simply found his looks appeasing to her eyes.
They both thanked her, then dug in to their meals. Seasoned wedged potatoes and French dip steak sandwiches with cheese sauce and beef broth dip on the side.
"Go to public college." Tsume suggested. It was better in his opinion. It keeps Toboe in the city.
"Maybe I just wanna work." Toboe replied over a mouthful.
"Do you have job?"
Toboe started to nod, then made a face that looked like he was teasing a kid across the room or trying to make them laugh. "I got fired."
"How?" It was hard not to laugh. Toboe sounded like there was a story there.
"Well, I was complaining too much."
"Mistreatment?"
Toboe shook his head. "You know how you get fruit, and some of them are bad or molded? I opened some to check - - you wouldn't be able to tell. I was just removing the bad ones. I got busted and had to explain myself. They said," he mocked his boss's voice. "It's not up to us, you get what you get."
Tsume chuckled. The manager wasn't wrong. It was cute; he didn't know his boyfriend was so righteous. He wants to know everything about him. No matter how small - - even his brand of toothpaste. "When did you join band, or is it just a hobby?"
"Hobby." He shrugged. "I play Oboe."
Tsume wondered if that was because of it spelling Toboe without the 'T'?
"Do you have any hobbies?"
Tsume thought about that. There wasn't anything in particular that he liked doing. Anything was entertaining to some degree.
"Nothing? How can that be?"
"I've been reading a book between active hours."
"Now we're getting somewhere. What kind of book?"
"A thriller."
Toboe shyly picked a piece of meat from his sandwich. "Maybe you can read it to me; I'll give you a solo performance."
"Deal."
They sat in silence. Eating their meal until the plates were clean. Toboe's eyes kept glancing around. "Tsume, some people are staring at us, or pretending not to."
Tsume looked around. Patrons were peeking, that was fairly obvious. But he's used to it. He supposed it would be rude to assume Toboe should get used to it. "Should I tell them to stop?"
"No. That's too weird."
"Weird?" Tsume looked around them. "I think watching people eating is more weird."
"Do you think they know we're on a date?"
Tsume didn't think that. He just figured they were staring at an actor that was slumming it. "Let's clear up the confusion for them," he opened his mouth to raise his voice, but Toboe grabbed his arm.
"Are you nuts?!" He hissed. "What if it ruins your career?"
"That I'm gay?"
"No. Well, possibly, but that you're with some younger guy."
Tsume scoffed. "Oh, puleeze." He stood up. "Everyone, I understand the need to stare; but you're making my date feel uncomfortable because he's not used to it."
Toboe's ears went beet red from the sudden whispers. How can Tsume be so bold?! Wasn't he scared of what will happen?
"So, return to your dinners." He went on. "If you'd like me to sign something before we go, I'll do it. But, for now, give us our personal space."
Any who'd been looking outright, or turned their attention on the sudden speaker, went back to their meal. They did not want to be guilty of being caught; best to pretend the familiar face random stranger was just paranoid. Celebrity or not, with young man or not, they were always minding their business.
Tsume sat, smiled, then asked. "Dessert?"
It had been mortifying at the time; but leaving a local donut shop with a bag of all-sorts in hand, Toboe found the situation was actually funny. He laughed and admitted. "At first I thought you were nuts. But... it's kinda cool being outed."
Tsume grabbed the handle to the passenger's side of the car. "You're an adult. I'm tired of hiding my feelings for you." He wrapped his arms around Toboe's waist. "I want everyone to know you're mine."
Toboe nearly dropped the bag sweets, they didn't compare to those words nor the diabetic kiss that followed it.
Out in public; he, Tsume Keina, kissed his boyfriend. Deeply. Sweetly. For all of Freeze City to see.
"Where else should we show ourselves off?"
"Your place." Toboe whispered against Tsume's closeness. "I want you to show-off that I can be over, and what we can do while I'm there."
Tsume smiled like a wolf not bothering with the sheep's disguise. "I have hours of activities saved."
Toboe swallowed at the thought. Pushing Tsume aside, he eagerly climbed into the car. He was ready to go through the list to participate in each and every one.
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