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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Toboe's eyes twitched. His body tried to move but a flash of pain shot through him from the bottom to the top. "Rrrr..." He bit into his tongue to avoid shouting out loud. He didn't want to wake Tsume. Reaching down, he scratched at his burning rear-end. 'Is it supposed to hurt this much afterwards? I thought the pain was gone.' He rubbed a little harder but it still stung. 'Shoot. I better go to the bathroom.' Pulling himself from the older man, Toboe woddled to the bathroom, hoping against hope that the pain would go away afterwards.
Tsume awoke from movement that wasn't his own. He turned his head to see where Toboe was wandering off to. 'Must be the bathroom.' He figured.
Quickly getting up, Tsume walked over to his dresser, opening the two partable doors. Inside was a video camera; Tsume didn't want to record the two of them, but who was to say that he would ever sleep with his beautiful little lover again? He wanted memories. Turning it off, he hurried back over to the bed seeing that the bathroom light clicked back off.
The model closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. Toboe climbed back into the bed lying himself on the other side of him rather than on top of Tsume as before. His butt, and the back of his thighs, were a bit sore; and as much as he didn't want to, he had to wake Tsume up.
'I'll just tap him a little.' He thought. His little hand reached across the bed pausing when he saw that the blanket was partially moved from Tsume's sleeping body. 'Look at how big it is...' He blushed seeing the patch of white hair above the model's member. It's nice. 'I can't believe that that was inside of me.' His hand waved feather light down the length of sex laying between Tsume's thighs. Shaking off the urge building up inside of him, Toboe patted Tsume on his shoulder over and over whispering. "Tsume... Tsume...? Tsume can you wake up, please?"
The model opened his eyes almost robotically at the 'please'. He smiled sweetly at the teen. "Nice to see that you're still here." He mentioned.
Toboe smiled at him, as well; sitting up through the little stings, he began to explain. "Tsume uumm, I'm worried because my," he blushed again at the use of the word - mostly because of what he'd used it for.
"It's okay, I have a trick for that." Getting up out of bed, Tsume walked into his bathroom and came back with a small tub of Vaseline. Popping the cap off he got a good amount on his fingers before placing it on the nightstand. "Come here." He pulled Toboe on to his lap so that he lay facing him, resting against his chest.
Slowly, he slipped his finger inside the young teen's body. Toboe scrunched his eyes thinking there would be more pain to come, but surpisingly there wasn't. It actually felt kinda nice. "Tsume, how'd you know how to do this?"
The model continued to probe him, though not deep enough to arouse, just far enough to where Toboe had been overly stretched for inside. "Because I did it to myself a long time ago, when I'd first had sex with someone."
This was a shock. Toboe had thought it was Tsume's first time, as well. Although, thinking about it now, it couldn't possibly have been. Curiosity got the better of the curious teen, and he had to know the story. He wasn't jealous at all, because Tsume had said this bit of information as though it were nothing special. "Who was it? What happened?" He asked.
"His name is Darcia Rosalini, he's an Italian singer. We met when I lived in Europe - I was a huge fan of his." Tsume began to tell.
Toboe tried to picture a man that someone as good-looking as Tsume could find attractive, but his imagination was a little shot at the moment; try as he might, the little circles the model was making about his entrance were causing him to get excited, but in a peaceful sort of way. Trying to distract himself from the pleasure, he continued with his questioning. "Did you go to his concerts?"
"I did. Three of them... I always made sure to get a front row seat, and I always made sure that he saw me."
"How old were you then?" Toboe lifted his head to see the model's face.
"Seventeen."
"Oh." Doing the math he commented mostly to himself. "That was just five years ago."
"Actually," Tsume interrupted, not really sure he should tell his crush that he had lied to him. "It was eight years ago."
"Eight? But that would make you..."
"Yes. I'm twenty five... I'm sorry I lied to you about that." Tsume hugged Toboe close with his unoccupied arm.
"Ha, that's okay. I still love you, anyway." The teen reassured kindly. It was an alarming statement, for sure, but it didn't change who Tsume was in his eyes.
With a smile, Tsume replied. "I love you, too."
"So, go on with the story, how did you two get together?"
"It was after a gig he'd done in Florence. I was asked to come back to his dressing room for an autograph, and, what I'd hoped, would be a chance to see him changing."
~ A young Tsume walked with cautious confidence down a long hallway of the concert hall. He was given permission from Darcia himself to come back to his dressing room for a fan meeting; Tsume was determined to get in to see the singer up close and personal right away. The young model rubbed his hands together when he got up to the door with a bright yellow star upon it with the name Darcia written inside.
Taking a deep breath, he knocked. "Mr. Rosalini?" He called through the door.
"Come in." A low seductive voice replied. ~
"Haha, you called him "mister"?" Toboe mused. He always thought Tsume to be so strong and dominant. But this Tsume he spoke of was, well - like himself.
"Hey, kid, he was a lot older than me. I didn't know what else to say."
"How much older?"
"He was twenty eight at the time."
"Oooohh."
"So I walked into the dressing room and saw..."
~ The young model closed the door after himself. He kept his eyes to the ground at first but then he slowly raised them, to see the singer was seated comfortably on a velvet couch at the end of the well-sized room.
The interior was a little feminine with a clutter of different shades of purple, strips of lace and bows, decorating everything. A large vanity mirror against the wall a distance from the couch Darcia sat on; and a fluffy carpet covering the floor. To say the singer liked purple would be an understatement.
"So, you like the place?" Darcia asked, keeping a predator's eye on the young man in front of him.
Tsume shrugged, trying now to put on his usual cool. "It's alright, if you're into this sort of color. I'm more of a black or brown myself."
The singer scoffed. "I wouldn't have guessed." He said sarcastically, addressing Tsume's clothing.
He had seen the teen in nothing but black or brown since he had first noticed the young man coming to his concerts. Actually, his performances weren't the only times he'd seen this lovely foreinger. He wasn't blind. Tsume was becoming big, and he had seen him on the runway many times. And he fell head-over-heels for the boy's body, and he wanted it.
Tsume remained by the door as if waiting for permission to come further inside. Seeing this, a smile curled Darcia's lips and he said. "I don't bite boy," he pats the couch, "come and sit with me."
Tsume walked over to the couch as the man had instructed, taking a seat right beside him to show no fear.
Darcia smiled at this, he liked a guy with fire in his eyes. It was a major turn-on. "So, what's your name?" As if he didn't know.
"Tsume Keina."
His smile became that of a villain's. "Well, Tsume, what would you like me to do?"
"Pardon?"
"You want me to sign something? Give you a t-shirt with my face on it? What are you here for?"
This time it was Tsume's turn to scoff. He sported no ones face upon his person, but himself - if he were that shallow. "I'll tell you what you could do..." The model began sarcastically until he felt the singers tongue slide around the rim and then inside of his ear. He closed his eyes at the rush of his heart beat and the warmth gathering in his sensitive lower area.
"Guess that answers that question." Darcia muttered looking down into the teen's lap. He was showing right against his pants, and the singer couldn't have been more happy to see it. "Maybe, you'd like for me to show you that this mouth does more than sing." It wasn't a question of any kind, obviously, because Darcia got down on the carpet kneeling in front of the teen. ~
"He really did that?" Toboe asked. It seemed so unbelievable, he could never be that brave.
"And I tell you one thing, the guy wasn't lying." He slipped his finger from the young teen's bottom, giving the flesh a gentle rub before just resting his hand on his butt. "I never felt anything like that before in my life, and then he told me..."
~ "I took care of your problem, now you take care of mine." He grabbed Tsume by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to the carpet.
Since Tsume was already unzipped; Darcia slipped himself out of his pants as well. Lying over the teen; he kissed him with tongue right away. Tsume didn't mind. The singer's hands grabbed onto the young man's hips and he thrust inside of him, no lube or anything. Tsume loved it. The pleasure - and pain - he felt that day was unspeakable.
He was sure nothing would ever feel like it again. Darcia plowed inside of him. His anal walls becoming wet as the singer's cock dripped inside of him. Tsume ground his sack into the soft hair above the man's length, moaning as though he could sing a song himself. ~
"Wow..." But there was something the listener didn't understand. "Tsume? If you liked Darcia that much... then why did you guys break up?"
"Haha, we were never going out, is the thing." Tsume rubbed Toboe's back thigh with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. "It wasn't what he'd done, it was what he'd said."
"What did he say?"
~ The two lay there panting in a sweaty heap. It was amazing they managed to go nearly an hour and a half without being interrupted for something. And if someone were at the door, the pair never heard them.
Darcia pressed his lips to the teen's panting mouth. And he whispered quietly against his lips. "I loved this." He ran a hand through the boy's white hair, planting another kiss on his lips. "See me again, tonight, alright... At my house, one of my men will give you the address."
The young model smirked with satisfaction at the triumph of getting the sexy singer interested in him. But as he began to clean himself up; Darcia said something to him right before he left the little room, and it was that, which had changed Tsume for the rest of his life.
"You were a fun toy, I look forward to our next meeting." With that said, the man left. ~
Toboe didn't know what to say. Why would something like that make Tsume so mad?
"Anyway, I stood the guy up, and suddenly he thought he was truly in love with me." The model concluded with a shrug. "He called... wrote... made up songs that he sang to the public about me - not by name, thank God, but it was obvious."
"I think that sounds romantic." Toboe interrupted.
"It was fucking annoying," Tsume corrected. "First he called me a.. toy, then expected us to be some damned couple." He shook his head. "No, he blew any chance of that by saying those words to me... No one calls me a plaything."
Toboe shrugged. "I still think it's romantic."
Tsume chuckled lightly, ruffling the teen's hair. "You're cute, you know that."
Toboe merely smirked to that. Turning his head towards the glowing numbers of the clock in the bedroom. "It's late - well, early."
"1:16..." Tsume noted. "You wanna shower? I'll join you." He offered in a mock seductive tone.
"Oooh baby." Laughed Toboe. "Can I shower in the morning before you take me to school?"
"Before I take you?" he laughed this time. "Youuu, my love, are going home."
"Whaat?"
Tsume began to sit up. "Yes, you asked to spend the night. It's today, you spent the night yesterday so now..."
Toboe waved a hand. "I got it, I got it." Though he was smiling, he still didn't want to go home. Pushing himself from off the model, he got off the bed then headed towards the bathroom. He was amazed at how comfortable he was walking around naked. With Tsume he felt like he could do anything.
The model followed faithfully after him.
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Tsume drove along the streets of Freeze City. His car making practically no sound, as though it too was trying to sneak the young Wolf home. Toboe was quiet for the most part, gaze directly out the window. Tsume felt kind of bad, as if he had betrayed Toboe, somehow. But he really felt that taking him home was the right thing to do.
"Hey," Tsume said light heartedly, "smile, okay? I'll see you after school later."
"It's not that."
"You've still got some pain from earlier?" Tsume asked with concern. He was trying his best to cheer the kid up, but nothing seemed to work.
"No... I'm just... confused."
"About your brother?" He slowed the car's speed. "Why did you run away from home, anyway? I thought you two were the poster boys of a dream team."
"It's just that... I'm kind of mad at Kiba." Toboe said almost too quietly. "He lied to me, Tsume... He lied about our birthmarks, he lied about our life... But mostly, he still treats me like a kid - but, I'm not a kid!" The young teen protested.
"I know. But, Toboe, your brother has a good reason for wanting to protect you." Tsume tried to explain to him again.
"Yeah, like how?"
"Don't get smart," he pushed Toboe's shoulder playfully. "I mean, if you had known what you know a little earlier in life, you wouldn't be Toboe - would you?"
"Huh?"
"You'd be you, but with a problem." Toboe seemed to be thinking about it. "You see how your brother sloth's around with this secret." The model gave an example.
"Hey," Toboe warned. Mad or not, he still didn't like anyone talking about Kiba but himself.
"Okay, okay... anyway, he chose to keep you happy so that you could enjoy your life and not stray away from it because you feel different from everyone else. A birthmark is an easy cover up." He shrugged.
"...But he still lied; and treats me like a kid."
"And acting like a baby, as you are right now, doesn't exactly give much leverage to your not being a kid."
Toboe lowered his head. "I see what you mean..." He noticed the car had come to a stop outside of his house. There were no cops around, so Kiba must still be asleep. Good.
"Cheer up. You'll get through this... And, who knows, if you talk to your brother he might come around and treat you more your age."
"Yeah." He managed a smile. "Thanks, Tsume."
"Anytime, besides I'd kill to have a brother or siblings at all." Tsume commented before quietly adding. "Then maybe my parents could put some pressure on someone else."
Toboe gave Tsume's shoulder a comforting rub. "I'll see you later." He waved 'goodbye' getting out of the car.
"Bye. Hey, Toboe?"
"Yeah?"
"I'm just curious, but... how did the fire start, anyway? Do you know?"
He frowned before answering. "Kiba lit a fire in the fireplace, at our parents cabin in Fuji forest. It got out of control, and the whole place went up."
"Oh. I'm sorry." The model said wholeheartedly.
"Yeah, me too, but, It's not as if you had started it. No need to say sorry." Waving again, he headed for his house.
Tsume watched him until Toboe was safely inside the Wolf home. "Hmm? Fuji forest... It couldn't be?" Shaking off the odd feeling, Tsume went back home.
Toboe walked upstairs as silently as he could. He had to get that note from Kiba's bedroom before his brother could wake up and read it. Toboe stood at the older teen's bedroom door, and right away he noticed that Kiba wasn't in bed. Figuring his brother had gone to the bathroom, Toboe headed down the hall to his own bedroom. He opened the door, flipped up the light switch and got a start.
"Kiba, what are you doing in here?"
He could see that his brother had been crying, and that he was holding onto the letter that he had written to him. "Kiba..." Walking over to his bed, he crawled across it pulling his brother into his arms, giving his hair a light petting. "Why are you crying?"
"I'm just tired..." Kiba shook his head.
"How long have you been awake?"
"Since you left... I wasn't asleep." His voice was scratchy yet soft. "I couldn't sleep with you mad at me."
Toboe's eyes began to tear up. He didn't mean to cause his brother so much pain. "Kiba, I'm sorry..." He said. "I was upset, but I never wanted to make you cry."
"Ha... I called Cher's to see if you had gone over that way, but she said you weren't there. So then I called Hige, and he said the same thing. I was about to start looking for you, but Hige stopped me..." He sniffled. "He told me what the two of you had talked about before I got home."
"He did?" the younger teen's stroking movement froze, horrified of what his brother may say.
"Yeah, I wanted to go over there and bring you back kicking and screaming, but I couldn't. Hige tried to get me to understand that you weren't a kid, and regardless how I feel about him, Tsume wasn't really any danger to you."
"He really isn't." Toboe hurried out before his brother could try to cut him off. Sending silent 'thank yous' to Hige.
"...But you're still my baby brother, you always will be. But I know that if I treat you that way I'm gonna lose you. So you win."
Toboe shook his head. "Kiba I don't want to win. I just want you to accept that I'm mature enough to make the right decisions on my own..."
Kiba closed his eyes, resting against his brother's chest. "I'll try, but it's gonna be hard not to want to protect you."
Toboe smiled fondly. "You can still look out for me, but let me make my own choices from time-to-time, okay?"
Kiba laughed slightly. "Okay..." The two sat in silence a moment. Both wondering what to say or do next. "Toboe... if you want me to treat you as an equal, you have to be honest with me."
His little brother knew what he was getting at. "Okay. What do you wanna know?"
"I think you know." He moved from resting against his brother's chest to look him in the eyes.
"Tsume and me talked - he was actually really sweet about it... He told me that, it's not a bad thing that you kept me away from the truth, and that," he swallowed over his nerves, "even though you baby me, you're always going to because you're my older brother. And no matter how much I grow, you're growing, too." He snickered. "I threw that last part in myself."
"Really?" This was a shocker. He thought Tsume hated him; he was actually kind of hoping for that. Why on earth would he actually try to get his brother to come home?
"He even tried to convince me to come home."
"He did?"
Nodding, Toboe shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, but I asked him if I could spend the night, and... after some convincing, he said I could." He blushed. "Kiba..."
"Yeah?"
"...If I tell you this, do you promise not to get mad at me?" he asked with a quiet tone.
"...Okay..."
"Tsume... Tsume and me... Tsume and I had sex."
Kiba sat up completely now. "What!"
"You said you wouldn't get mad!" Toboe raised his voice.
"I know, but... Toboe, don't you know he could get arrested for that? He should not be touching you in that way." Kiba grabbed his brother's arms tugging him into a hug, as if the younger teen had been hurt and needed a hiding place.
"But, Kiba, he's my boyfriend," Toboe explained carefully, "I love him - and he loves me."
"Toboe, you don't know what love is. The guy is manipulating you, so you think you're in love with him." Kiba frowned. "But you're not."
"No, Kiba, I am." Toboe moved his brother off of him. "And so is he; and you told me that you'd treat me like an adult. If Tsume asked me to do something that I didn't think was right, I would tell him so. I'm not stupid, you have to trust that."
Kiba sighed falling against his brother with a laugh. "I'm gonna hate this growing up thing. But every parent has to face it sometime."
"Exactly. But lucky for you, you're not my parent, you're my brother."
"And this makes me handle it better how?"
"Yeah, pending on that." The boy smiled humorously.
Kiba laughed shaking his head. "I still hate this."
"Don't worry, Kiba. He used a condom, and he was really gentle."
"Eeeuww, Toboe," he was disgusted and definitely didn't want or need details of his brother's experience. He got up off the bed; trying to hide his contempt. "We'll talk in the morning, okay? Good night." He kissed Toboe atop his head. "I love you."
"I love you, too." The younger teen slipped off the bed, and dug through his backpack for his pajamas.
"Toboe?" Kiba paused at the door. "Why did you decide to come home?"
"Because, I love you... and he kicked me out, so that I could come talk to you."
Kiba intoned thoughtfully, before closing the door. Toboe climbed into bed with a smile. He had a new life ahead of him now, and he couldn't wait.
The older Wolf teen stood outside of his brother's door; his fist clenched. 'I can't believe that asshole slept with my brother... And he actually made Toboe think that he is in love with him... I'll have to do something about this tomorrow; Tsume is not going to get away with this.'
The sky was a bright shade of blue that Tuesday morning. Tsume had been up all night, wondering why the mention of Fuji Forest would stir up so many feelings inside of him.
'What? What could it possibly be?'
Brrriing!
He snatched the phone up after the first ring; he was really bouncing off the walls of his mind, and he needed a touch with reality right now. "What?" He rubbed his temples with his thumb and middle-finger.
"He-heeey, Tsume," his agent quivered.
"Yeah, what is it?" asked the model again.
"I landed you a solid contract in a film - - and it's a good one, too. They ask nothing of you except for you to play the character," the man explained, "I know how you hate that slave thing; and I wouldn't want you to fire me." He laughed nervously remembering the rumors that Tsume had actually set his former manager on fire, before letting the man go.
"Good, how um..." God, he really had a headache brewing here. "When does the contract start? How soon do they want me?"
"As soon as next month, but, Tsume there's a catch..." The agent's voice seemed to shrink away.
Sighing in annoyance and exasperation, he mumbled. "What's the catch?"
"Well, to explain, I remember how much you said you love Europe.."
"Yeah?"
"Well, the movie is being filmed there. It's a really heavy film; and you'll like the plot, I'm sure." He waited quietly to hear what Tsume thought about it but the model said nothing. "It's in Naples... Tsume, are you alright?"
Taking a deep breath the model replied. "Yeah, Okubo, I'm fine. You said Naples, right?" The man on the other end made a sound of a yes. "Alright, next month I'll be ready to go - and make sure you get me a nice hotel - five star. I don't care that you were trying to save me money, that last place was shit. Good bye."
He hung up without so much as a reply to what he said. He was in no mood to talk anymore. Dropping the phone onto the computer desk, Tsume sat down in the comfortable and cushy chair, pulling it a bit closer to the desk to be closer to the screen.
"Let's see..." Opening to a search engine, he typed in the local news website. Searching through the dates archives it only went back a few months. "Shit..."
At the top of the page was an e-mail that read: Contact us. A smirk crossed the model's lips before dropping back to his usual annoyed look. Clicking on the address, he waited for the screen to come up then he typed his message.
I need news reports from the paper or television covering a fire in Fuji Forest, from 11 years ago. Give me all and any, I need them as soon as possble.
Tsume.
Satisfied with the message he clicked: send then turned his computer off. 'What time is it?' He looked to his left at the clock. '6:20. Toboe should be waking up by now.' He remembered the teen's usual schedule from his former following days. That seemed like months ago to the man, as he now had the little cutie as a lover and a boyfriend.
Wondering what to do all morning, he snapped his fingers remembering that his agent was going to come over with the contracts to sign. "Let's pray this doesn't take long." Grabbing his car keys he headed towards the door only to be stopped by its abrupt opening. Smiling, Tsume looked over the stern face of the former, but hasn't exactly quit yet, boxer standing before him. "Jet Black... to what do I owe your presence?"
"I think you know; it concerns a certain little boy you've been spending time with." He crossed his beefy arms to show he meant business, and didn't plan on leaving until he was through talking.
"Oh, Kiba Wolf, how you've changed." Tsume said humorously.
"Who?" Jet looked confused a moment. "Nevermind that; sit down, I wanna talk to you."
"Sorry, Jet, but I have business to attend to. So you better take a rain-check, or come back in a half hour or so, I'll be here," he grabbed his coat from the arm of his couch slipping it on.
Sighing, Jet knew there was no arguing with the man when it came to money, so he backed off. For now. "Alright, a half an hour, then I really need to talk to you."
"I know, and I really wanna talk to you too, buddy." He pats the man's shoulder as he walked past him and out the door.
'I don't get that guy.' Jet stared at the other man's disappearing back. 'And I really hope he knows what he's getting himself into with this little love thing.' Shaking his head, he walked out of the other model's home, closing the door behind him.
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The Wolf home seemed to be running in its normal fashion today. Toboe was late for breakfast - although he is awake - and Kiba was checking over his brother's homework until Toboe finally staggered downstairs. Kiba hadn't forgotten about his thoughts and feelings from last night, and he wanted to explain a few things to his brother before they left. But he'd have to save it for after school since - according to Hige - Toboe's been seeing the man there mostly, and he doesn't want his brother running off again.
'I'm walking on egg shells from a little brat.' He smiled humorously. "Hey," he ducked his head from an incoming hand swatting him on the back of it. "Nice to see your up," Kiba greeted, rubbing the back of his head. "What'd you hit me for?"
"I know that look... that's the same face you always make when you decide to pick on me." The younger Wolf child smiled. "It's rare, but that's what makes it so obvious." He grabbed his usual breakfast things and poured a bowl of cereal. Kiba's eyes were fixated on him the entire time; looking over at his brother, Toboe blushed while asking. "What?"
"Nothing." Shrugged the older Wolf. "I'm just still getting used to the idea of you being 'grown up', I guess."
Toboe tried to keep a smile but his eyes said otherwise. "Kiba, I'm not going off to join the army, or anything... I'm not even planning on getting a job or car - just a boyfriend."
Kiba wanted more than anything to tell his little brother that, that pervert wasn't - and never would be - his boyfriend. But he bit his tongue, deciding to put Toboe's work back into his bookbag.
Toboe didn't take his eyes from his older brother, this time he just let the frown sit on his face. "Kiba...?" he went on when the scowling worrier looked at him, showing he was giving his full attention. "I can still see Tsume, can't I?"
"Toboe," he starts to objection the whole situation.
"No, please listen... I really like Tsume, I really do. He's nice, and kind to me, and he buys me nice things."
"I'd buy you nice things, too, Toboe, but you don't need them." Kiba retorted, cutting his brother off.
"I know I don't, but, that's not the point... the point is..." He frowned sinking his shoulders with his mouth. "I forgot."
Kiba felt bad for making his little brother feel this way, but what was he supposed to do? Just let him run hog wild and do whatever he felt like? He needed his family; and nobody is going to break them up - ever.
"He will never replace you, Kiba... Nobody ever could." It was said so sadly, and so faintly that Kiba would have missed it had anyone been talking or the tv had been loud in the living room.
Opening his arms, he pulled his brother out of his seat and into an embrace. "I'm sorry, Toboe... I'm trying to understand, I really am, but it's so damn hard."
Toboe gasped, his brother never swears. And if he did, it certainly wasn't in front of him. "Kiba... I don't want to lie to you, but I want to see Tsume..." He swallowed with hesitance. "Even if you don't want me to. But, I hate lying to you; trust and honesty is what makes us such a good team. I hate having to lie, but that's what I'm gonna do if that's my only means of seeing Tsume."
He had to respect that. Toboe gave him back his trust; and as frightening as it was hearing his brother speak to him more bluntly than the kid normally did - at least about such adult themes - he wasn't sure if he should just lock Toboe in his room, and cut his losses, or let his little brother see this older man - who is probably just gonna ruin his life anyway.
The Wolf teen sighed.
"Kiba?" He pushed him to say something, yell, throw things - anything than just sit in the uncomfortable silence. The hug, he didn't mind so much.
"I'm sorry, Toboe..." He sighed. "I'm never gonna like this guy... but if you want to see him... I guess I have no choice." He sniffed back some tears.
He felt like he was giving his brother away or something. That nervous feeling he's had since they had moved back into their house, after the fire. That someone would find out minors were living alone; and Social Services would separate them. Even though Kiba was almost eighteen, he couldn't bare a year without his brother - especially knowing that he was with strangers, even if it were with Cher's family.
"You'll let me see Tsume?" Toboe asked, moving back from the hug to see his brother's face.
"Yes, I'll let you see him." He sniffed again, giving a weak smile of reassurance.
"Don't cry." He wiped his brother's tears with his hands. "I'm not going away. I just have a boyfriend now. And we won't see each other all the time, anyway... nothing will change, I promise."
"You better mean that, or..."
Toboe held up a hand. "I know, I know, kicking and screaming." He smiled, giving his brother a little shove.
Kiba smiled at him with a nod. "Exactly."
A gentle knock on the door pulled them back to earth. "That must be Hige. Go brush your teeth, then we can go."
"Okay." He hurried past the driver who was just coming in. "Hey, Hige!"
"Hey, Tob'." He smiled down at the blur that just ran by. "Ha, you didn't tell me he was back." Hige walked into the kitchen sitting down beside Kiba. "Did you guys work everything out?"
"Something like that," he replied with a weak tone.
"Kiba... did something happen last night?"
'Always curious... At least you'll never change.' He turned in his seat to hug his lover tightly. "Times like these, I'm really glad you're here, Hige."
"Me too." He rubbed his boyfriend's back.
With a faint smile, he rubbed Hige's back, as well. "He told me that Tsume would never replace me... I wanna believe him, but..."
"Haha, Kiba come on. This is Toboe we're talking about here." Hige held Kiba at arm's length. "He'd never replace you with anyone else, ever!"
"I wanna believe that," tears filled his eyes once more. "But the more time he spends with the guy.. the farther away he's gonna be... I just know it."
"The more time... Kiba, I've spent hours on end time with you, and nothings changed in how you feel about Toboe - not even a little bit. And I'm amazing."
"But Toboe isn't me... he's an impressionable teen, who doesn't know what he wants - or I should say, knows exactly what he wants. I'm gonna wait in the car." Kiba announced standing.
"But, wait... what happened last night?" Hige stood, as well.
"What's to tell? Toboe's back; he's my little brother again." He walked to the front door, adding casually, but with a bitter tone in his voice. "And he's got a boyfriend. No big deal."
"A boyfriend?" Hige cocked a brow, scratching the back of his head. "What the hell happened?"
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Toboe waved goodbye to his brother and Hige. Seeing Cheza and Taki at the front door, he hurried over to them; talking a mile a minute about what's happened to him since yesterday.
Hige's car drove down the street off to the high school; however, Kiba pointed a finger in the other direction. "Make a left."
"Left? Kiba I think all these changes are starting to get to you, school's in the other direction."
"We're not going to school yet," Kiba's jaw clenched. "I wanna stop somewhere first."
"Where?"
"Tsume's place."
"Tsume's! What for? I thought you hated the guy." Hige exclaimed.
"I do!" Calming his voice he spoke again. "I need to talk to him." Kiba chewed his bottom lip.
"About Toboe?" 'Duh Hige, what else?' The oranget gave himself a mental slap. "But didn't you say that Toboe had a boyfriend?"
Kiba sighed in exasperation. "Work with me, Hige, Tsume is Toboe's boyfriend..."
"And you let him!"
"I had no other choice... Toboe told me that if I said no, he would just go and see him anyway - what else was I supposed to say?"
"Fuck you." He threw out a suggestion.
Kiba just glared at him, before returning his eyes to the road. "I can't say that. I don't want Toboe to become one of those fucking teens that run wild, I told you that... I want him to be my sweet little brother, as he'd always been." He looked back at Hige. "But it's too late now. He's already changed, and it's all Tsume's fault."
"Ha. No argument there... But what are you gonna do? Beat the guy up? Cause if you need some help,"
Kiba chuckled lightly, but shook his head. "I know who to call. But I'll take it from here." He pointed to a large building just a mile ahead of them. "Stop over there."
The car pulled over, directly in front of the building. "Say the word."
"Stay here. I won't be long." Kiba climbed out of the car, closing the door behind him.
Tsume sat in his apartment, his head down. He couldn't believe what he had just read - he just couldn't! The e-mail from the news team had come to him and he read it right away. Reading and seeing little images of fire trucks as they tried desperately to put out a fire during an electrical storm. It was terrifying!
But the most horrible sight of all was a black jeep parked just outside of the home, covered in flames said to belong to a couple. Mr. and Mrs. Isao Wolf.
'What am I going to do? What am I going to say? Toboe would never forgive me - never!' The model was near tears as images of red flames danced before his eyes. The words in little black letters scribbled across the clear gray pages of the news reports. 'Toboe...'
There was a knock at his door. He sighed angrily. 'Jet.' Standing, Tsume walked over to the door pulling the knob to open it only a crack. "Listen, I don't wanna..." The door was smacked open with such force Tsume had to take a quick step back or he'd be banged in the face by it. "What the fuck?"
"You listen, you little shit!" Kiba began, forcing the man into a wall. "You can come into our lives and try to ruin them all you want, but you will not sleep with my little brother like he's some fucking fangirl looking for a good time."
A smirk appeared on the model's guilty face, regardless his tears a moment ago; Tsume could set aside any emotion for anger - well - mock anger, as the Wolf teen was hardly worth getting upset about. "Oh, so he told you about that, did he?"
That did it. Kiba grabbed the asshole around his neck holding him with both hands against the wall. He was intent on squeezing every last ounce of breath this prick had in him, until the washed-up model was wishing for death. "I should have done this a long time ago." Kiba growled through his teeth.
Tsume grabbed a hold of Kiba's hands trying to pry them free, but, damn it all, this kid would have a Death-grip. "Now...now... What," he nearly choked on a breath, "what would Toboe think?" he gasped for air as Kiba's grip loosened. Bringing his hands up to his neck; Tsume gave it a quick massage before straightening up.
"I don't know why I was so tolerant; I should have been had you arrested the first time you took him." Kiba continued to rant.
"So why didn't you?" Tsume's voice seemed a little hoarse from the brutal treatment his throat had just received.
"Because Toboe asked me not to." Kiba said, mostly because it had blurted itself out, not because he wanted to say it.
"Haha," Tsume scoffed. "sounds to me like he's the one that runs the house, not you." He was pushing it, and he knew it.
"Shut up about my brother, you sick fuck..." He hissed. "Why can't you just find someone your own age? There's an old folks home just down the street, if you wanna go check it out."
"Not my type... besides," Tsume smirked. "I prefer tight little bo..." The model went stumbling to the floor after Kiba surprised him with a rather strong - and well-placed - right hook.
"Big mistake." Tsume lunged at him. Knocking Kiba to the floor, pinning him down, he took three good swings at him before the Wolf teen shoved him off, taking the place of being on top. "Rrrr... Get off of me!" Growled the model.
Tsume grunted as Kiba grabbed a handful of his hair then began to slam his head into the floor over and over again. Tsume dug his knee into Kiba's thigh, bashing him right in the groin. Kiba held himself in pain. Taking the lead the model grabbed a hold of the Wolf's neck giving it a good squeeze before throwing him aside.
The two sized each other up with eyes slit; their breaths heavy. Gaining a second wind, Kiba attacked the man by spitting in his face to distract him before he took another swing at his vanity. Tsume moved to the side even though he was wiping away the grotesque assault, and with a back hand punch he made contact with Kiba's jaw.
Kiba yelped as he hit the side of the model's coffee table in his fall.
"Haha, face it boy. You're no match for me." Tsume taunted. "You fight too much like an infant." He commented on the grabbing of the hair.
Kiba grabbed two of the magazines that rest on the table and he threw them at Tsume. The model swatted one easily out of the way but missed the second receiving a mild paper cut to his cheek. It distracted him long enough to miss the Wolf coming at him with a miniature statuette. Bashing him hard with it; though unable to break the statue, he did manage to break Tsume's skin and he delighted in the blood on the model's cheek.
Kiba smiled with satisfaction. "Had enough?"
Tsume wiped the blood away with the back of his hand. Baring his teeth, the hair on the model's body seemed to prick up as he lunged at him again. Kiba watched out for his face missing the fact that Tsume had brought his knee up and it nailed him in the gut.
Kiba doubled-over in pain, and was given no time to recover before Tsume brought his knee up again and again hammering him in the mouth. Falling back onto the floor, Kiba lay there catching his breath, he had to turn his head to avoid choking on the blood that was in his mouth.
From the side of his eye he saw the model walking over to him, rolling out of the way before he met with the thick sole of a black boot. Kiba swung his leg out knocking Tsume to the floor. Climbing back on top of him, Kiba slammed his fist into the man's face, left then right. He'd mess the pretty boy up so bad that he wouldn't have to resign from modeling, no one would ever hire him again.
Tsume seemed to be taking it rather well, until he felt the Wolf teen's fist hit the bruise that the statue had created. "Aaahhh!" Baring his teeth again, he grabbed a hold of Kiba's arm biting into it.
Kiba hollared and tried to pull it free but Tsume had locked on hard. Kiba felt desperate, that was the arm with the burn on it! He had to get him off. Feeling around through blind pain, he located the statue again then bashed him on the side of his head.
Surely enough, Tsume let go. Kiba staggered to one side of the room holding his painful bleeding arm. The both of them kept a sharp eye on the other. They had trashed his entire living room without even noticing it.
A dim crack appeared at the ends of Tsume's mouth. Kiba had the same. Quietly at first, but there was a chuckle, then a full laugh until both men were laughing wholeheartedly. The laughter went on a full two minutes, and as it quieted down Kiba began to speak.
"I'm ready to call a truce."
"Same here. I need this face next month." He adjusted his jaw. "I think I may have broken something."
"Good! That's what I was going for." Kiba commented.
Tsume scoffed, pulling himself to his feet. He swaggered over to the Wolf teen reaching out a hand. "Come on, we might as well sit somewhere comfortable."
Looking the offer over with bitter eyes, Kiba - eventually - accepted the hand up and walked over to the couch.
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