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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
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Tsume Keina going down the runway again. After so many retired years. Truly life could be very kind. Toboe, as planned, recorded the entire thing for himself. Nevermind Leara Watanabe. She can see it, maybe. But this footage was strictly his. He even added bonus footage by getting a couple of Faye Valetine's walks. Now there was a woman of many faces. The singer looked nothing like the model, all poised and arrogant, body beautiful despite her age. Which isn't that old. However, modeling agencies believe otherwise about clients. And natural Faye... Well, she's a whole nother beast of difference.
He applauded along with the other spectators. All very posh compared to Toboe Wolf's wild enthusiasm. Some people even looked over their shoulder to scrutinize the chipper young man with a look, others looked out of amusement. Some even recognized him from television as Tsume's lover. Though "lover" was their use. He addresses himself as boyfriend. Long-term boyfriend. Toboe even got to take photos with some of the viewers! Some were young models; some were singers, who side-hustle as fashion designers; some were actors. One he recognized as Tsume's co-star from the recent thriller they were in. That sex scene was showy but not pornographic. She came with her husband. Phew.
When all was said and done, Toboe, Tsume, Faye and his former co-star and her family of three ate at a restaurant in the hotel. It was a delicious meal. Everyone but Faye ordered some cut of steak. She had vegetarian, only because she was singing the next morning and didn't want the oils used in her throat. Toboe wasn't sure how that worked, but it's not his body to understand. The conversation flowed with no awkward pauses, or jokes about age difference. It was the perfect evening.
The couple laid beside each other, wrapped in an embrace. Tsume's thumb made lazy circles on a small patch of bare skin on Toboe's shoulder; now and then he would kiss his temple. He was in his own sort of bliss. Toboe wondered if his boyfriend wanted more but just didn't bother to initiate it. If, maybe, he was waiting on him to make a move.
Toboe snagged his phone, that was on the large bed within reach of their centered position. He pulled up the videos from the fashion show. "Sexy. Sexy." He started saying about Tsume in each of the garments. "Hotter than the sun." He smiled when Tsume chuckled. "Wanna give me a private show?"
"I'd rather pretend we're in the fitting area; wanna take my measurements?" He leaned Toboe onto his side, gaining him vantage point to grab his boyfriend's rear. He was gonna give him something to measure. "I'm wiped out, though,"
Toboe put his phone down. "Yeah, being gorgeous and moving at the same time is so exhausting."
"Hey," Tsume spanked the mischevious twerp. "I spent all morning, and afternoon out with you. Then showered and went to rehearsal before the show."
Toboe smiled. He'd forgotten about earlier, being so enraptured with the show. His hand stuffed itself up the leg opening of Tsume's boxers. He stroked him up and down slowly, tight, loose, fast. He kissed Tsume's chest right on the scar that's shaped like an X. Tsume hummed as warmth spread over him and within.
If Toboe was intending to get him in the mood, it was backfiring, as it was only making him more tired. The pleasure tingles just caressed his senses. He closed his eyes feeling sleep take over. ...Until a warm moisture swirled around the exposed head of his member. His eyes shot open, and he yanked the little tease up onto his lap; a heavy grind played out; their bits were exposed by simply having shoved fabric aside.
They painted and groaned due to the unique feeling of freedom and bondage, because the cloth could only go over so far. Their kisses almost failed to properly connect, the breathless need for oxygen kept them panting more than planting.
A harried fifteen minutes of bouncing and rolling hips paired with kisses and licks. Faster and faster. The hips popped and mashed like an unusual lap dance. Tsume felt a chill run up his spine over Toboe's fingertips brushing up the base of his erection, when Wolf was getting a reposition to part himself wider. The couple soon calmed down as their drained energy left them in a bit of a mess. However messy, the sleeping figures declared silently that they would shower before they leave for Freeze.
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"If I can be honest," confided the cop. "This seems like an inside job."
It was unbelievable! Tsume and Toboe arrived at the loft studio all fresh and clean and filled with passion for their lives, only to find that the place had been broken into. Violated. Turned upside down. It was as if whomever broke in just had destruction on their agenda rather than theft. They looked the place over several times but found nothing missing. Broken items, but nothing was missing.
"Do you have anyone regularly visiting you, who might have gotten a little carried away?" Asked the cop.
Tsume knew he was just trying to thorough, but to him that was the dumbest question. Why would someone that he's close to wreck the place? If they wanted to borrow something, or simply stay over to take a load-off they were welcomed to. Otherwise, Spike wouldn't have stayed over so many times. He's not the type to throw a wild party just because the cat's away. No, this was the work of a stranger.
"Officer," Toboe felt sick. "I think, maybe, whomever did this.. did it because of me."
"Why is that?"
"Well, ever since Tsume and I went public, someone has been harassing me at school. Sometimes I feel followed when I'm out walking or driving." He scratched the back of his head. "Sometimes even at work, I feel like someone is staring at me. I thought it was insane, and harmless - - aside from annoying." He swung an arm out. "But this... Added to the assault before we left.."
The officer cut him off. "You were assaulted?"
"Some creep ran out of nowhere and kissed me." He added. "A friend of mine came along and scared him off." Ok. So that was kinda true. The perk seemed long gone before Gasper showed up. But still, he was there.
"I have one of my bodyguards watching over Toboe," Tsume admitted. "He wasn't there at the time; Toboe was in class and then coming to my place."
Toboe just stared at his boyfriend's profile. He said in New York that he "would" put security on him. Not that it was already in place. How could he betray him like that?
"Can this man be trusted?" Asked the cop.
"Very. He's been with me for years." Since he was a teen, in fact. Despite his no longer being with the modeling agency, Matsumori Dora has stayed with him. The man on Toboe before, was on route at the time of the assault. It was not his fault. But still. If Dora was the most efficient than so be it.
"Alright. We'll let you know if anything turns up from the search." He closed his notepad. "Don't let this effect your day." He then strolled out.
Toboe was about to say something; however, Tsume cut him off by asking for a moment, before he followed after the officer. He closed the door. Toboe expressed confusion, then threw up his hands. The place was fingerprinted and any suspicious fibers and hairs bagged, so he started cleaning up. This day sucked. And it's barely really begun.
Tsume caught up to the cop by the elevator. "Hey, look, I didn't want my boyfriend to find out about it," he lowered his voice. "Something was taken from the apartment. A bangle. It was distinctive, engraved, it was for an intended proposal." He described the piece of jewelry in detail which was written down by the officer. "I don't know the person's intentions, but if they try to pawn it you could find them."
The officer nodded. "You think this guy is after your boy-toy? I thought you were the famous one?"
"He's my boyfriend." He left out the "jackass". "Before I didn't, but after the assault on campus I'm sure it's him." He added conclusively. "You know what happens when someone is suddenly in the lime-light? You go from an unknown to "who's that"."
"Yeah." He nodded. "We'll keep an eye out at the pawn shops. In the meantime, keep your doors and windows locked."
Tsume wanted to know how the person got in without a card to access entrance to the building? This is why doormen are important. He'd at least see a face. Cameras can be covered or completely shut off. He walked back to the apartment. He took notice of what Toboe was doing then began helping him. The pair worked in a verbal silence, but the noise Toboe made audibly was practically screaming, as he roughly righted or closed vandalized spaces in the home.
Tsume looked over his shoulder, while he returned the tossed about hand-towels to the now engagement gift empty drawer. "If you're hoping to break something to collect insurance, we'd already told the cops nothing was broken." He explained. Turning, he watched as his boyfriend struggled not to drop a lamp onto the side table. "Seriously, Toboe, you don't have to be upset. We'll catch this shit; he'll pay for what he'd done to you." Nevermind this. The break-in was nothing. That asshole violated Toboe's body. He'll be lucky if he's left in an arrestable state after Tsume is done with him.
Toboe paused and glared at Tsume. He shook his head as looking at the stumped expression on the man's face only ticked him off more. "Why did you lie to me?"
"Lie? About what?" Because he's genuinely lost.
"In New York, what did you say to me?"
It was a three day trip. He said a lot of things to him. Tsume shrugged out a hand.
"Of course you don't know." He muttered. "You said that you would get one of your guards to watch over me."
"So?"
"So then why did I have to find out from this that you already had?" He clarified. "I already told you that I could handle myself."
"And I told you, that people are more dangerous than you presume when they have nothing to hold them to humanity." He was getting an attitude of his own to match his fired-up boyfriend. "I'm not just gonna sit around and allow someone to.."
He was cut off. "Allow! Let! Ownership!" Toboe barked. His ears were turning red in his rising aggravation. "I get rid of Kiba's almighty presence and now I nave to deal with yours?!" He balled up his hands. "What did you two have a secret allience going? Did you pass the torch of nudging me about through life."
"You're being ridiculous."
"I am not!" He stomped his foot. "Ever since my parents died, I've been one person's little project. Cheza's parents, my brother... I thought I found freedom with you, an understanding, but... you're no different than the rest of them. I'm just a dumb child that shouldn't be allowed to figure things out on his own. Too dumb. My mistakes could end all existence!"
Tsume rolled his eyes after the muttered: "If only, if this is how things will be". He's heard enough. This argument is ridiculous. And he was going to tell him so. "You're being ridiculous. I'm not treating you as a child or invalid. I don't see you that way."
"Yeah, no kidding, we first had sex when I was fourteen." He spat. "So why this now? Why am I suddenly so immature and helpless?"
Tsume's gaze was razor sharp, paper thin. That was a low blow, and Toboe knew it. But, he could punch the balls as well. And he sniped. "Maybe it's because yiu were the type that had sex with an older man at fourteen that you're treated like someone incapable of making good decisions. So why trust that you'll be just fine, if some asshole comes up to you with an agenda You won't do something immature, like presume you can take him on by yourself?"
"Maybe I would, maybe I wouldn't. But at least it would be on me to keep myself safe, without all the assistance!"
"Calm down, you're getting worked up over nothing."
""Nothing", he says..." He was proud that he'd held it together thus far. But now the tears wanted to muddle his anger, but only to those seeing them. He knows he isn't weak, nor would he truly be crying in the sense that most people do. But Tsume would likely see him as a baby, making tears because he's having a big boy conversation. And that kept the tears from dropping. Red-eyed but not emotionally misunderstood. "You, yourself, like to strut around boundaries wild and free, being yourself... So why can't I? I'm always manipulated for my own good, lied to to keep me stupid.. If my friends knew for how long my brother drew my bath water they'd shred me. I'd never live it down."
Tsume could only listen as he had no clue about anything like that.
"Toboe don't be reckless; Toboe don't know about this or that; Toboe you dumb kid... I'm not dumb. And I'm not a kid anymore..." He marched to the door. "You don't get to keep me as one. I'm not your property, nor am I a human pet."
Tsume was beginning to sense an odd shift in the situation. This was just a fight. Right?
"Maybe Gasper was right,"
Tsume felt his jaw clench. "So it's back to that simp again?"
"Why do you say that when you don't even know him?" He put a hand out, waiting for an answer. "Or is this more of that ownership crap? Huh? What you and my brother wanna call: looking out for me." He frowned. "The Lebowski's didn't want me to know what happened to my parents, they and Kiba didn't want me seeing you, and you don't want me around my friends."
"I didn't say that. I have a problem with that punk, sure, but I never told you to stay away from him." His tone was hushed, trying to smooth the situation that seemed to have too short of a fuse to prevent any slow motion, movie dive to snuff it out. It seems to me like he's the one doing the badmouthing."
"Maybe he's not wrong..." He looked around at the mess made by his stalker. It was so odd how it felt like he was looking at his life up to this point. Just messy and charged, yet somehow unbroken. He wet his lips before throwing up his hands. "I'm kinda glad that I didn't move in... There'd probably be indoor cameras set up, though not for security. It'd be more for insecurity." He shrugged his shoulder. Not sure what else to say. "I've grown up, Tsume. You should join me here sometime, instead of nudging me around by a nose."
"It's not like that."
"It is... It is... You couldn't let me have this one thing." He held up his finger. "I wouldn't move in with you, so naturally you have me followed so that you have someone giving you updates. I'm not just that wild idiot, running loose without chaperone."
"It wasn't anything like that. My guy never told me anything about what you were doing, or who you were doing it with. He just watched your back."
"Same difference."
"You wouldn't have needed him at all if it weren't for that damned stalker. Which by the way, is what this whole situation is about." He pointed randomly out into the defiled apartment. "Is this level of interest getting through to that thick skull of yours, that this person is dangerous?" He crossed his arms, looking rather smug as he feels justified and in the right. "Or are you too busy trying to keep the belt latched on your big-boy-pants to keep up with what's going on?" Point. Tsume.
Toboe opened the door; without looking back, he walked out. He was done.
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