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Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

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Here we are again! For those of you not on deviant art, I mentioned on there the time constraints put on me since I started school again this semester. I am sorry that this chapter took long again, as I promised it wouldn’t… But when my life gets a little crazy, my hobbies tend to get put on the back burner. Please don’t give up though, we’ll make it to the end soon. :)

I also will warn you that there’s some veeeeery mature things in this chapter… For those on fanfiction dot net, please read the FYI below to get your fill, as this may be a cut version. Thanks and enjoy!

FYI: If you prefer the "uncut" version, please check out adult fanfiction dot net or deviant art.

Caution: Further chapters will contain mature content such as language and yaoi, Tsume/Toboe. Be forewarned.

Disclaimer: I do not own the characters or series of Wolf’s Rain. They belong to BONES & Keiko Nobumoto. This story is non-profit for my own and others’ enjoyment. Thank you. :)

Tired of Running

The three figures stood silently, frozen among the crowds that passed by them. The sounds of the city went on around them, ignoring the conflict that had begun. The sun cast their shadows onto the cement sidewalk beneath them, its light reflecting warm colors on their scowling faces.

“What’s going on?” the boy finally spoke up, his voice timid as he looked back and forth between the two men. He was worried and fearful, sweat already trailing from his forehead. It felt like a western movie… Were they going to start shooting each other?

“Heh, I see…” the dark man answered, a hint of sarcasm in his voice. The boy turned back to face him as he spoke, “Nice way to repay me, kid.”

The boy’s frown became worse. Who was this man? He glanced back to his friend; it was certainly unusual that Tsume was frozen like this… He’d never seen him like this. Wait… he had mentioned there were people who after him. Was Keith one of them?

“You’re with this guy?” Keith spoke again, gritting his teeth.

The boy kept his eyes on Tsume, watching his face change from fear to anger as he clutched onto the bag of baked goods. “Tsume, do you know…” He trailed off, realizing that he already knew the answer. The man bit his lip, not looking at the boy.

“Oh, this is too interesting.” An amused Keith spoke, laughter in his voice.

The boy turned quickly to face him, shocked at the look on his face. He was smiling! Why was he smiling?

“Toboe, go to the car.” Tsume spoke in a commanding and stern voice.

Toboe looked at him again, furrowing his brows. This man was no longer afraid, but ready for any attack.

“No, stay. It’ll be fun!” the dark haired man smiled again.

“Tsume…” the boy breathed, clutching onto the bags in his hands. He could feel his heart beating faster and faster. He felt like he should be in fear for his life… the energy around them was building up darker and thicker.

“TOBOE, GO!” Tsume yelled this time, every bit of his voice sending out rage.

Toboe stumbled back in surprise, a small voice escaping his lips. He wanted to say something, he wanted to understand… he wanted to ask what this was… But he couldn’t.

The boy watched as the two men stood facing each other, Keith’s face now sent back into a scowl. He couldn’t think. With that, he took off running the way they had come, listening to his friend’s commands. He felt so weak, his heart pounding in fear as he felt tears already appearing in his eyes.

What was this? Wasn’t there anything he could do? …He felt so helpless as he ran away from them. But this really was all he could do…

Tsume didn’t take his eyes off the man before him as Toboe disappeared out of their sight. His mind was racing wildly as he grit his teeth. The gun was in the dash pocket of the jeep… He didn’t even have a knife on him. Nothing… Furthermore, why wasn’t he attacking him already?

He watched as the dark haired man glared at him, his eyes fuming in rage. He wasn’t saying anything… The man couldn’t take the silence any longer, “Say something!” he yelled.

Keith smiled again, slipping his hands into his pockets. “If I’d only known…”

“Known what?” Tsume growled.

“Toboe… I met him over a year ago. That town’s actually another day or two southwest of here, I might add. He didn’t have any money so I paid for his food. We talked for a while, you know, about this and that. He said he was…” He continued going on and on, causing Tsume to bite his lip as he grew angrier. Why was he giving him so much detail?!

“…So innocent too. I was worried about him… He reminded me of someone.” Keith looked up at him then, losing the smile. “What is he to you?”

Tsume bit his lip, stepping back as the realization hit him. “N-nothing!” he quickly answered, “He’s just a kid I gave a ride to.”

“You’re a liar.” The man sneered.

He knew from the start that Keith wouldn’t believe him. He didn’t have such luck as that… His mind was racing. Why had they waited so long to leave town? How stupid could he have been? He knew this man was following him… But… why weren’t there any others?

“Come with me.” Keith spoke, his voice calm and collected.

“Like hell.”

“If you don’t, you’ll regret it.” His voice was menacing.

Tsume could feel sweat dripping from his brow. He knew it. He knew he was going to get the kid killed! Why did he stay with him? …He should have left that night while he was still asleep back at the campfire. He would have regretted it, yes. But wasn’t it worse to regret getting him killed?

Keith gestured towards him, beckoning him to follow as he stepped into an alleyway near them. The man followed reluctantly, biting his lip. He sat the brown bag at the entrance of the alleyway, venturing in further after the other man.

There had to be others… Wait… He stopped in his tracks. What if he sent them after Toboe?

“Are you coming?” Keith called after him, several feet ahead.

He couldn’t have sent them… He didn’t have the time. But… if he had a phone, he could always call. That’s probably what he was planning if he didn’t put up with this. Tsume bit his lip again, continuing to walk after him further and further into the dark alleyways.

It seemed to get darker and gloomier as they went along, evening passing a few worn out housing structures and yards. They finally stopped after a while, in one of the old yards stretched between alleyways. It was still dark as the skies above them could barely be seen through the cracks of the tall old buildings.

He looked up at the building in front of them, no doubt an old apartment from years back. The windows were broken, some glass panes not even in at all. It was grey and dirty, filled with cracks and the yard scattered with broken boxes and trash. There was water dripping from the roof, falling into puddles created by broken cement, weeds growing around them. It was falling apart. There weren’t any people out either. It looked abandoned.

Tsume turned his face back to the man standing in front of him about ten feet. He narrowed his eyes. Was this going to be his graveyard?... He was fine with that, but…

“If you’re going to kill me, I want a deal first.” Tsume growled, standing straight. “I’ve got money. A lot of it… You can have it all if you promise me to leave the kid alone. I know you, Keith. You can’t break a promise.”

“Idiot.” Keith turned to him, “I don’t want to kill you.”

Tsume breathed in, surprised at the answer he had gotten. He watched as the man pulled one hand out of his pocket and began examining it. He frowned, “These hands have killed many. I’ve grown tired of it, actually…” He looked at him, scowling, “But I did make a promise to find you… which I did. And another promise I made to myself was to avenge her. Which I will.”

Keith stepped over to him casually, smiling once more.

Tsume didn’t move as the man came near inches away from his face, staring him in the eyes. “So what is he to you? Your brother, a friend or… your lover?”

Tsume stepped back, his blood boiling.

“Bingo!” Keith grinned, standing up straight. “How sweet… My poor sister. She must’ve been a poor lay for you to turn into a fag…” He looked up, noticing that Tsume wasn’t saying anything, just glaring at him. He continued, “So how long have you been with him? I think he mentioned you before… that means…” he stuck his tongue out, his face showing disgust. “Sick... So you like fucking little boys?”

“Shut the fuck up! You don’t know anything!”

Keith laughed, “So that one finally got you? Should’ve known... It must have been the kid that wanted it? So he’s the sick little prick then? You couldn’t help it though… Such an innocent face he has, a nice ass I might add…” he sneered, “I should’ve known that about you… You always did look at me funny when we were little. Danielle was the closest thing you could get next to me!” He laughed again.

“Is this all you brought me out here for, to mock me?!” Tsume growled, leaning forward. He was getting tired of the antics. It wasn’t much different from when they were kids in that home for unwanted children… This was so Keith, only now he was much more perverse and threatening.

“No…” came a muttered reply. The man stepped towards him, suddenly swinging his leg without warning. Tsume didn’t expect that, his legs knocked out from under him as he fell to the ground. He bit his lip, quickly trying to find his footing again but was kicked upside the head.

He fell back, hitting the back of his head against a broken fence. He winced when he felt a sharp part of it pressing into the back of his neck. Darting his glance back, he saw Keith’s foot coming at him again. He couldn’t dodge it; he was blocked on every side.

But instead of landing another attack on him, the man just pressed his boot against his chest. Tsume looked up, glaring at the man who stood above him, his hands in both pockets again. He nudged the end of his foot against the taller man’s chin, causing him to wince again. Each time he pressed against him, he was pushing him into the sharp broken fence.

“I thought you weren’t going to kill me?” Tsume smirked, trying to push a button.

“Yeah, I know.” Keith smiled, his eyes gleaming. “I like your bandages, by the way. Suits you… so rugged. Is that what my men did?” suddenly his demeanor changed, “…The ones you killed?!” He pressed into him again, the man underneath him biting his lip in pain. He could feel blood trickling down his back from the fresh wound on his neck.

“St-stop!” Tsume gasped, latching onto the man’s boot.

“Is that what my sister said before she died?! STOP?!” he screamed in his rage, pressing his boot again.

With that, Keith was flipped over by Tsume grabbing his foot and throwing him off. He landed on the ground with a thud, seeing that the other man was now on his feet again. He watched him turn to run and panicked, “No!” he growled, quickly pulling a gun out of his pocket.

Aiming it, he found a perfect shot. He didn’t want to kill him just yet, but it appeared he had no choice.

But just as Keith began to pull down on the trigger, he screamed out in pain as a viscous snarl echoed through the alleyways. His hand was slashed open and he dropped the gun in the process. He immediately jumped to his feet, holding his wounded hand with the other.

He bent over, not knowing what had happened. Frowning, he glanced up as the blood trickled from his wound and dropped onto the ground. Before him he saw a red animal, its teeth snarling at him. It was in an attack stance, ready to move with its hackles raised.

“So this is the dog you used to kill my sister and her men…” Keith spoke with a smile, regaining his senses. He stood up straight, noticing Tsume about twenty feet from him. He knew he hadn’t run away just yet. He still held all the power.

Tsume was shocked, seeing Toboe in wolf form standing in front of Keith. He’d saved him.

“The one the news reported, right?” Keith called to him, “I was there watching it with you. I remember.” He smiled then, pointing the gun directly at the beast in front of him. “Well, here’s to you, dog.”

Keith didn’t even have a chance to fire as he heard a grow He was hit so hard that the gun flew out of his hand, flying into a wall nearby and landing on the ground far away from him. He was now on the ground, looking up at a grey dog that had him pinned.

“No, that was me.” It growled at him, its teeth sharp with his blood. What was this? …It couldn’t be… Could it? His eyes widened, “No, please, no!” He cried out, throwing his arm in front of his face.

“Why not?! …I’ll finish this!” the silver wolf snarled. But just as he was about to go for the man’s throat, a voice cried out from behind him.

“TSUME!”

Tsume stopped, turning his head to look at the boy behind him. He had let go of his true form and was now standing there, his face in a frown. He looked down, “…Let’s just go.”

The silver wolf uncurled his lips, his fangs no longer showing. He lowered his head, “I can’t…”

“Yes, you can.” Toboe spoke again, reaching a hand out to him. “Let’s go.”

Tsume reluctantly stood up, his wolf form disappearing from as he backed off and away from Keith. He turned to follow the boy, his face still ridden with rage and aggression. Toboe began running with his companion on his heels, anxious to get away from the dark haired man before he tried anything else.

Keith couldn’t believe what he was seeing, men turning into wolves… wolves turning into men…

He hesitated for a moment before dropping his arm to his side and sitting up, “That’s right! Run! RUN, YOU FUCKERS!” he screamed as they ran away, leaving him there in that old abandoned complex.

…

The door slammed loudly, the man pressed against it as the boy stumbled back behind him. They were back at the motel again, escaping their deaths once again. It was already dark out. The boy bit his lip as he watched the man lock the door, still breathing loudly.

The ride back here had been long and excruciating, complete silence between them. This Keith guy was someone from Tsume’s past… He’d heard everything they said from the very beginning.

The boy had followed the two men through the alleyways. He knew something wasn’t right and he couldn’t leave Tsume alone with him… He was right for doing that. He could have been shot and killed… It was hard enough when he watched him go down the first time, wanting to jump in then as Keith kicked him… but he couldn’t.

He did, however, manage to grab the bag of baked goods that Tsume left behind. Setting it on the table, he turned on a light before he remembered something else… He himself had appeared as a wolf… but Tsume changed right in front of Keith… That was not good.

Biting his lip, he turned to his friend, “Tsume, you showed him your true form! You can’t do that! Now he knows…” the boy put a hand to his forehead, worried about their situation, “This will make it worse… Kalev said-“

“Why didn’t you tell me, Toboe?!” Tsume turned around, screaming at him.

Toboe paused, frowning before he realized that he was being accused, “Me?! What about you?!”

“This is all your fault!”

“Why is it my fault?!”

Tsume turned away, fuming. “I should have left that night… But I didn’t. I stayed with you to make you happy… But…” he was beginning to lower his temper by talking it out, but quickly angered again, “This is going to get both of us killed... Why didn’t you just let me go?” He shot a glare at him, his teeth gritting.

Toboe was really angry now, “There you go again! Blaming me like always! You’re too hot headed to do anything right! You would have killed him and made things even worse if it weren’t for me!” he slammed his fist onto the table to make a point, “If it wasn’t for you, we wouldn’t be in this big mess!”

“You’re right.”

The reply was plain and simple. The boy stopped, his eyes widening, “What?”

“You’re right. I should leave… I should have left long ago.”

“Tsume…” Toboe bit his lip, feeling his heart quickening. His anger was subsiding, but leaving something worse in its place, sadness.

“This whole thing was a mistake.”

“…Don’t say that.” The boy choked, looking down.

“Why not? It’s true!” Tsume growled, “Every time we try to make this work…” he bit his lip, closing his eyes, “…It’s not going to work. The whole world is against us, Toboe.” The boy just shook his head, still not looking at him. He continued, his voice calming a little, “From the very start I knew that, but…” he looked away from him, closing his eyes, “I still wanted to try… even if it didn’t matter in the end.”

Toboe glanced up as he watched Tsume turn completely away from him, hiding his face. He didn’t want him to see that he was hurt, did he? …The boy couldn’t help but feel sorry for him, immediately reaching out to wrap his arms around him from behind.

He felt the man’s hand place itself over the top of his as he spoke, “This whole thing… it’s my fault. Every mistake I ever made…”

“Tsume, please… Stop…” He wanted to do something… He wanted to help him…

Toboe let go of him, walking around to the man’s front side so that he could face him. When he wouldn’t look at him, he placed his hands on the man’s cheeks. When he pulled him into a soft kiss, he was surprised that Tsume didn’t refuse. “It’s going to be ok…” he muttered once, parting from his lips for a second.

The man kissed him again and he felt his arms wrapping around his middle. Toboe moaned a little, giving into the touch of Tsume’s hands touching his back. Without noticing, he felt himself being backed up, the man’s grip tightening around him.

His eyes widened when a tongue was slipped into his mouth and he groaned, closing his eyes. He wanted to say his name, but he couldn’t. He was being smothered… Suddenly and without warning, he was slammed into the wall behind him. The kiss was broken off and he gasped, pain surging through his back from the impact.

“Ts-tsume!” he cried, feeling his mouth now on his neck. Everything was going so fast that he didn’t know what was happening. “Tsume!” he spoke again, but there was no answer. He felt hands reaching up under his clothes and his eyes widened. “No!” he gasped. He wasn’t stopping though.

This couldn’t be happening again…

Toboe’s demeanor changed suddenly and he growled with a yell, pressing both of his hands against the man’s chest and pushing him away with all of his strength. Tsume was thrown back from him, abruptly landing on the bed across from the wall.

He looked up, his eyes widening as he caught the site of the boy in front of him. His clothing was out of place and his shirt undone, his hair a mess and out of its braid. There was already a mark left on his neck from where his lips were… He looked away, frowning in embarrassment.

The boy placed a hand over his mouth, shocked at what had just happened… After everything they’d come to… Had it really reverted back to that? But…

He was reverting back too, wasn’t he?

He frowned. It seemed like ever since they’d found each other, he was slowly going back into old habits… He wasn’t a child anymore and here he’d been acting like that this entire time. Was that why he was being treated the way he was? Like a helpless child… He felt so selfish now, even though it was nice to have someone take care of him…

But the man in front of him… he couldn’t be everything that he wanted.

He was broken, just as he once was… The one that needed taking care of the most was not him, but the person sitting in front of him. Couldn’t he be that for him?

He’d seen that the night he found him, the man latching onto him as he didn’t want to leave. He was strong then, holding him and assuring him that they would make it through all of this… Had that just changed overnight?

Had he learned nothing about being stronger?

Toboe shook his head, regaining his confidence. He frowned, stepping over to the man sitting on the bed. He was clutching the blankets next to him, biting his lip. “Tsume…” the boy spoke, standing over him. The man wouldn’t look at him.

“Tsume,” he spoke again, his voice tender as he placed his hands on the man’s cheeks. He slowly turned him to face him, but Tsume’s right eye glanced away, avoiding his eyes. The boy moved his hands to the back of the man’s head, beginning to untie the bandages that were wrapped around the left side of his face.

Tsume placed a hand around one of the boy’s wrists, “Don’t…” he muttered.

Toboe paused a moment before he ignored the request and continued. As he slowly stripped away everything, he finally saw the wound he’d been hiding from him. The scar was almost completely healed, a shade lighter than his skin. It stretched from above his left brow down to his bottom lip.

The man blinked both of his eyes, finally looking up at him. With a smile, the boy leaned in and pressed his lips against Tsume’s left brow, then his eye, tracing his scar down to his cheek. He kissed his lips then, slowly pulling away after he was done.

When Toboe tried to look at him, the man glanced away once more, frowning. The boy frowned as well, moving the man’s hair away with his fingers and kissing his forehead. “Toboe…” the man breathed, closing his eyes.

Toboe leaned one knee into the bed beside him, standing over him. He wrapped his arms around him, pulling the man into his chest. He latched on, burying his head into him. “I’m so sorry…” he spoke, his words ragged as he held on.

Tsume gripped onto the boy’s clothing, pulling him closer. He breathed in the sweet scent again, finding himself becoming lost once more. No… He couldn’t go there… What was wrong with him? He couldn’t be trusted… he couldn’t…

His mind wavered as he felt Toboe’s hands placed on his cheeks again, raising his face to meet him. He hesitantly looked into the boy’s hazel eyes, filled with nothing but tenderness. “Please don’t,” he muttered, shooting his glance downwards. He gritted his teeth, his brows furrowed.

Placing his hands over the boy’s wrists, he turned his palms around. He could feel tears escaping his eyes and he slowly kissed a hand, its fingers still touching his cheeks. “Toboe…” he spoke again, “I’m so sorry…” He kissed a wrist and then the other hand, each time slowly and delicately.

Toboe frowned. He realized that Tsume was not only apologizing for what happened just now… but for what happened to him over a year ago… for everything. This man before him had changed, he could see that now… He was still lost in his own regret.

A part of the boy wished he had never walked out that door… But then he remembered wise words, that it took time to change a heart, to heal wounds… But he also recalled that time did not wait for one to act, either.

He placed his hands on the back of Tsume’s head, pressing his forehead against his. He closed his eyes, just as the man’s were. “Tsume… nothing has changed...”

“Toboe-“

“Even when we were apart,” he placed both knees on the side of him, sitting on his lap, “I still cared for you… There wasn’t a day I didn’t stop to think of you…” he touched the scar on his face, frowning, “Where you were, what you were doing…” he looked him in the eyes then, “If you ever thought of me…”

Tsume bit his lip as the boy withdrew his hand and placed it behind his neck, pressing their foreheads together again. “I remember everything… our lives before, this life…” He took the man’s hand, placing it on his cheek and rubbing against it, closing his eyes. “Everything around us has changed so much…” The boy bit his lip, tears escaping down his cheeks.

“But…” he continued, his voice still soft, “No matter what happened, I could never hate you…no matter how hard I tried. I just couldn’t… I’d already forgiven you long ago…” He met his golden eyes then, “I still love you, Tsume… I always have.”

Tsume frowned. What was he supposed to say to that? …He couldn’t say anything at all.

But it didn’t matter. Toboe smiled as he leaned in, pressing his lips against his. The man reluctantly gave in, wrapping his arms around him… He didn’t feel anger anymore… he didn’t even feel regret. He felt whole… something he did not recognize.

Maybe paradise had been here all along… just waiting for him.

The boy moaned when he pressed the small of his back, bringing him fully into his lap. He responded by burying his face into his collarbone, kissing his soft flesh. He felt Toboe’s arms around him, clinging onto the back of his shirt as his tears continued to fall.

“I wish…” the man breathed, his voice full of sadness, “I wish we could just fade away from here.”

He then felt his chin being lifted by the boy’s hand, forcing him to look up at him. His hazel eyes were soft, his smile tender. “We can…” he spoke in a hushed voice, bringing his lips down to meet him once more.

Tsume could feel everything begin to fade away as he kissed him… All of his worries, all of his fears… It didn’t matter. This was all that he ever wanted… to feel safe, to feel loved…

He was home.

Toboe moaned when he felt the man’s hands prying at his clothes. Sitting back on Tsume’s legs, he kept their kiss locked. He leaned into him as he found the bottom of the man’s t-shirt, slowly pulling it up. His could feel his heart beating faster as Tsume raised his arms, allowing him to slip off his shirt.

The boy glanced at the man’s exposed tanned flesh, blushing at the several scars scattered across his body. He ignored the kiss that went for him, looking down as it hit his cheek instead. The man didn’t pull back, but kissed his cheek again, moving to his neck and collarbone.

“Tsume…” Toboe frowned, beginning to trace his fingers from scar to scar on the man’s chest, stomach and arms. A moment passed before his eyes widened and he moaned again, feeling a wet tongue under his jawline. It was then that he began to let go of his worries, wrapping his arms around the man’s neck.

Tsume slowly undid each button as his mouth worked on the boy’s neck, savoring the taste of him. He became more excited with each moan the boy let go, pulling him closer. Slipping a hand inside the boy’s shirt, he could feel how soft his skin was beneath his fingertips. It was just as he remembered.

His eyes widened, surprised when he felt Toboe’s hands prying at his belt buckle. He smiled slightly, moving to the boy’s lips. He kissed him again, harder this time. Roughly kicking off each of his boots, he smiled when the boy repeated him, slipping off his sneakers.

Their shoes landed in a thud on the floor, causing their kiss to be broken. Toboe paused in his lover’s gaze, smiling at his golden eyes, soft and tender. He began to slowly move towards him, pushing him back onto the bed. The man did not resist, laying back on the blankets beneath him.

The boy straddled his lower legs, slowly pulling the man’s pants down to his thighs. He left his undergarments in place before he noticed the throbbing bulge there. He quickly turned his head away, blushing before he slid back off the bed.

Tsume looked up as the boy stood at the foot of the bed, letting the pants and undergarments he’d been working at now fall from him. He bent over to slowly slip out of each jean leg, blushing a little. He was now exposed aside from the unbuttoned shirt that hung loosely from his arms.

Before the boy stood again, the man hurriedly sat up and pulled him onto him. Toboe cried out a little at the fast movement before catching the man’s gaze again. He paused for a moment as he looked into his eyes, searching him. He couldn’t find any anger, nor sadness… not even regret.

This man before him was no longer afraid.

Toboe smiled, softly placing his hands each side of Tsume’s face. He kissed him, breaking away again when he felt his strong hands on each of his rear cheeks. The man squeezed him softly, pulling him fully onto his lap. The boy threw his head back at this, feeling his body tighten. “Ts-tsume…” he moaned.

“Toboe…” the man muttered, burying his head into his collarbone. It had been too long without him… even now. He’d waited so long for this… It felt like they were moving fast, but they weren’t. Each movement was slow, both of them wanting to take in each moment… It was like the first time all over again.

They wanted it to last.

It was when Tsume was about to kiss the boy again that he felt his hand on him, tracing his hardened member through his undergarment. He winced when the boy’s fingers made their way beneath the fabric, wrapping around him. This was followed by slow motions, fingertips squeezing his growing flesh.

He groaned, nuzzling his head under Toboe’s who giggled a little. Slanting his eyes, he grinned as well, accepting the little bits of laughter as a challenge. He raised his head to kiss him once more, poking his tongue through his lips. The boy moaned, returning his actions.

Tsume then latched onto the boy’s own erected skin, causing him to cry out.

Toboe closed his eyes, his tears already there. He couldn’t help it. He reluctantly let go of Tsume, biting his lip from the feelings that were rising from him. His loins were aching already. Wrapping his arms around his lover, he buried his head against him.

“Mnnnn,” he moaned, his insides moving with each motion. “Ahh,” he was about to cry out his name before his eyes opened, feeling the man’s fingers inserted elsewhere.

“Tsume! Mmmm…” he winced, his hands now clawing at the man’s back.

Tsume rubbed his head against him, enjoying the feeling of the boy’s long hair against his cheek. He continued working at him, listening to his cries of enjoyment with each movement. He could feel the boy’s fingernails clawing at him, holding onto whatever they could. He began to move faster now, Toboe’s breathing increasing.

The man held his head back, pressing his forehead against the boy’s. He met his gaze as he continued, the look in his eyes far away. The boy’s expression was dreamy and distant, his mouth open with his tongue exposed as he moaned. Tsume smiled a little when the boy realized he was staring at him, blushing before he buried his head into the man’s neck.

“It’s alright, Toboe…” Tsume muttered into his ear, his voice deep and sensual, “Go ahead.” He tensed himself when he felt the boy do so, digging into his back.

“Tsu-tsumeeeeee!” Toboe cried out finally, releasing himself as he pressed against the man’s body.

Toboe’s breathing began to slow again as his body relaxed, the tension gone. Sighing, he rested his head against his lover’s shoulder. He could feel his rough, tanned muscles on his cheek, nuzzling against him. He could smell the scent of sweet musk mixed with sweat, enticing him further. He wanted more.

Tsume smiled as the boy raised his head to kiss him. He could feel the boy’s hands slowly tracing down his sides, grazing him with his fingertips. The man bit his lip at the touch, closing his eyes for a second when the boy found the rim of the man’s undergarments and began slowly pulling them down.

Tsume shifted with the boy’s movements, latching onto the boy’s rear cheeks again. Toboe couldn’t help but moan, his hands forgetting what they were doing. It was then that Tsume picked up where the boy had left off, bringing his hands to his legs. He kissed the boy as he moved his legs underneath him, freeing himself from all clothing as the rumpled mess dropped on the floor.

Tsume then found the boy’s rear again with his hands, gripping and pulling him closer. He bit his lip when the boy broke their kiss, raising himself with his legs before sitting back down on him. The boy’s eyes squinted and he bit his lip, groaning as he felt Tsume spreading his rear cheeks as he entered him.

Toboe opened his eyes again when he fully sat down on his lap, watching his lover grin at him before he kissed him once more. He returned the kiss, wrapping his arms around him as the man began to move. “Ahh..” he tensed, feeling every part of the man’s engorged member inside of him. He held on tightly, burying his head into his shoulder.

Tsume held onto his waist with one hand, keeping him with him as he rocked back and forth, moving up and down inside of him. He pulled back the boy’s long hair with his other hand, finding the mark on his shoulder blade from long ago. Smiling, he kissed the scar he’d left, stroking it with his tongue.

“Tsume…” Toboe breathed, pulling his head back to meet his lover’s gaze. He pressed his forehead against Tsume’s again, moaning at every movement he made. He began moving as well, not being able to help from smiling when he heard Tsume groan.

He threw his head back, his hands gripping the man’s shoulders to stay on as he rocked up and down with him. “Tsuuu..meee, ahh…” he moaned when he felt the man’s mouth on his chest, licking his soft skin as his strong hands held onto the small of his back.

Toboe watched the ceiling move, moaning as his lover’s tongue slowly moved to each nipple, gently sucking with his lips, occasionally nibbling at them with his teeth. The boy couldn’t help but feel his pulse racing again; the man’s movements were driving him insane. He threw one arm back, latching onto the back of his head from the frustration as he groaned.

Tsume took one hand and held onto the boy’s shoulder to keep him from falling off. He pulled away then, slowing his movements as he began to lay back down on the bed. The boy went with him, sitting upright with his eyes wide. The man smiled, satisfied from the looks he’d given him. Toboe’s face was a mess, flushed with tears streaming down.

Toboe frowned with the sudden slowing of movements as he sat on top of him, his legs spread to each side. He looked down at his lover who just smiled at him, barely moving. He could still feel his erected flesh, throbbing inside of him. Biting his lip, the boy pressed a hand onto the man’s chest as he began to move.

He smiled when it was Tsume who began to moan now. He watched as the man closed his eyes and bit his lip, tilting his head to the side. “Toboe…” he groaned, placing his hands onto the boy’s hips. Toboe moved faster now, enjoying every bit of it. He winced when Tsume dug his fingers into his skin, latching onto him. He didn’t slow down though, picking up the pace as he pressed his hands on the man’s chest to keep himself in place.

Toboe blushed when Tsume caught his gaze, noticing that he was being watched. He quickly glanced away, biting his lip before he felt one of the man’s hands placed on his cheek, the other still on his hip. He looked back to him, seeing the smile on his face. “Tsume,” he muttered, his eyes beginning to glisten as he placed a hand over his.

He closed his eyes, rubbing against the strong hand, pausing before he took a moment to kiss his rough palm. Moaning, he gripped onto Tsume’s forearm and hand when he began to move faster beneath him. He kissed his wrist, nibbling on it a little when he felt the man’s grip dig into his hip again. “Ahh,” he breathed.

Toboe could feel his insides aching once more, longing for release. He moaned with each movement, throwing his head back. He was trying to stay on him… but he was going to lose his place eventually. But just as he began to lean back, his eyes widened when he felt hands pulling him down.

The boy gave in as he laid down on top of him, his eyes widening when he was suddenly rolled over, Tsume now on top of him. Toboe cried out a little, closing his eyes when he felt him pull out of him, tears brimming from his eyes.

But he opened his eyes again when he suddenly felt his right leg being quickly lifted. His hips were pulled onto the man’s lap, the boy’s upper half still on the bed. Looking back at Tsume, he bit his lip when the man hoisted his legs over his shoulders. “Mmnn…” Toboe groaned when he was entered once more, gripping the sheets next to him and closing his eyes once more.

The boy turned his head to the side, rubbing it against the soft bed. He moaned as he felt the man slowly moving in and out, pressing himself further into him. He moved with him, but it wasn’t enough… It wasn’t the same… Tsume was going slow, every movement gentle. He was still afraid to hurt him, wasn’t he?

Toboe frowned, glancing back at the man above him. Tsume’s expression was frustrated, his brow furrowed. He was holding back… he could tell. He wanted to lose himself. And he wanted his lover to lose himself too. …He had to say something

“More…” the boy muttered, biting his lip. He watched as the man reluctantly picked up his pace a little, but not enough to make a difference.

“Harder,” Toboe groaned, clutching onto Tsume’s shoulders with his legs.

“Toboe…”

“Please…” the boy blushed, meeting his gaze. The man looked worried, biting his lip with one hand gripping the boy’s right thigh, his other hand on his waist.

Toboe placed a hand over his, continuing, “Please… I want all of you, Tsume…” he moaned.

That was all it took.

Tsume didn’t say anything, frowning and firmly gripping onto the boy’s body before he dove into him. Toboe cried out, his eyes widening as he slowly raised above his head. He moved his head from side to side, the warmth overcoming his and cheeks. “Oh…” he breathed, finally beginning to feel it once more. Tsume pressed into him, the boy’s body beginning to be pushed back from each thrusting impact.

The man bit his lip, beginning to lose himself as he listened to the boy’s cries. He was now moving faster and harder inside of him, ignoring the fear in the back of his head. If this was what Toboe wanted, then this was what he wanted too. He drove into him time and again, groaning himself with each movement.

“Ahh!” Toboe yelped, feeling his head now pressed against the head of the bed. He threw his arms back, pushing against the wall. He was almost there…

“That… that’s it…” he cried again, his lover listening to his pleas and doing so.

“Tsumee…” he moaned, throwing his head back as he felt his legs being dropped. He glanced up, caught off guard a little when he saw Tsume’s head right above him. He blushed, the man’s arms wrapping around him and their chests pressed together as he continued moving inside of him.

Toboe threw his arms around him, looking up into those haunting golden eyes. “Tsume,” he breathed before throwing his head back when his lover pressed in further.

Tsume smiled as he watched the boy beginning to go over the edge. He could feel his insides convulsing and he bit his lip just as the boy raised his hips to wrap his legs around his waist. It was almost over. Kissing him, Tsume groaned as he was beginning to lose it too.

“Tsume,” Toboe whispered, nuzzling his head against him as tears poured down his cheek, “…I love you.”

“Ahh…” Tsume moaned, pulling the boy against him with a hand placed on the small of his back. He squinted his eyes, finally letting go of himself as Toboe clung onto him, his arms and legs wrapped around him.

The boy moaned as he spilled into him, he himself beginning to release from the impact. “Tsumeee…” he cried again, burying his face into the man’s shoulder. As he held onto him, it was so much that he bit into the man’s shoulder blade, sinking his teeth in.

Tsume’s eyes widened and he groaned, “T-toboe...” He drove into him one final time, letting the last bit of him go. “Mmnnn…” he seethed when the boy pulled his head back. He took that opportunity to kiss him, his body finally relaxing as he pulled out of him.

The two figures stayed like that for a while, the man resting his head on the boy’s chest as he lay on top of him. He breathed in heavily, taking in the scent of peaches mixed with sweat and his own musk. He could feel his heart beating beneath his face, his breathing and pulse beginning to slow down once more.

The man didn’t want to say anything, afraid that he might ruin it. Instead, he propped himself up on his arms to look at him. The boy’s long hair was a tangled mess, spilling out around him and in his face. His chest rose and fell as he breathed in, sweat beading on his skin. His cheeks red and wet from his tears, his lips quivering as he began to relax. His hazel eyes glistened when he caught his glance, his face softening for him.

“Toboe…” the man breathed, raising his head to kiss him. The boy didn’t move; he was too exhausted. But he did welcome the kiss, his lips slowly parting for him. “I love you…” the man whispered as he slowly pulled his head back before kissing him again.

Toboe closed his eyes, tears spilling out once more. He smiled through the kiss, not being able to help it. The last and only time he’d ever heard Tsume say that to him was the day he left. He could remember resting against him in the bathtub, his lover’s arms wrapped around him as he tried to keep him there.

He had whispered those words to him, but he was too hurt to even want them...

But now… everything was different. Everything had changed.

They were recreating their memories, weren’t they?

Toboe didn’t say anything as Tsume rested next to him, wrapping his arms around him and pulling him close. He nuzzled under his chin, still smiling as the entwined their legs together. As the boy began to drift off to sleep next to him, the man sighed.

He didn’t feel regret, not even fear or sorrow. Everything around them, the world, the other figures in their life… Nothing meant more to him than the boy right now. The world could wait. All he ever wanted was here in his arms at long last.

Tsume kissed the top of the boy’s head, hugging him tightly. He was already asleep, wasn’t he?

As he laid there in the dark, he made a promise to himself… A promise he failed to keep a long time ago as a red wolf lay lifeless in his arms… his heart stricken with grief as he was not able to be all that was needed of him… But this time was different…

He would take Toboe to paradise… no matter the cost.

…

“If it’s such a big fucking deal, then you do it!” a man yelled angrily. The sound of something thrown against the wall and shattering apart echoed through the old apartment. The dirty carpet pressed down beneath a pair of small feet that crept out from a dark hallway, lit up from a dim light nearby.

As he slowly peered around a corner, the light also caught the boy’s short silver hair. He appeared to be no older than seven. He was dressed in an old t-shirt that was too big for him, his legs and feet bare. He had been awakened by the loud voices coming from the living room, now peering around the corner to see what was going on.

It was dark out, the changing pictures of the television casting light onto a woman’s face that sat on the worn out sofa. Her hair was silver like the boy’s, but long and tangled. Her clothes were as worn out as the sofa, stains on her shirt as she sniffled. The man stood facing the woman with the vacant expression, his clothing ripped

“Answer me, dammit!” the boy turned his head to the man who was glaring at the woman sitting in front of him.

“Fuuuuck you… fine…” she slurred, her tone without any feeling, “Do what chuu want…” She looked forward as she lazily lounged on the torn sofa, her eyes glazed over as she stared at the blaring television.

“What is this? …” the man was seething, his face almost red, “Did you use my shit again?!”

The woman didn’t answer, so he continued, “How much did you use?!” He glanced to the side when she once again did not answer. He threw his hand over his face as he groaned, “FUCK!” He then slowly wiped his hand down over his face, his teeth gritted, “Dammit, Kana… You know… I had a buyer and every-fucking-time… you just gotta…”

He didn’t finish the sentence, seeing the little boy standing in the hallway, “What the fuck are you lookin’ at, ya little shit?” he growled.

The boy bit his lip, quickly looking down but not moving. He closed his eyes, feeling his stomach sink, his pulse racing as he listened to the man approach him. He couldn’t run… He knew that if he did, it would make everything worse… It always did.

“Hey!” the man roared, “You answer me when I’m talking to you!” He stood over the child. It angered him when he didn’t speak up. He abruptly smacked him against the head, sending him into the wall. The boy yelped, almost falling over. He quickly looked up at the man, his golden eyes tearing up, “I’m sorry!” he cried, before looking down again, “…Is Mom okay?” he muttered.

The man started laughing, causing the boy to look up at him, “Look at her!” he laughed, gesturing to the woman on the sofa. “She doesn’t give a shit about you!” he grinned, sneering at the boy, “You wanna know something about yer mom?”

The boy looked down, biting his lip as the man smirked, “All she cares about is getting high and getting fucked! You’re nothing to her... You’re just a mistake.”

“Don’t say that!” the boy yelled right before gasping, throwing a hand over his mouth. His eyes widened as the man’s face changed, scowling at him. The boy quickly went to cover his face but it was too late.

“Don’t tell me what to do!” the man yelled angrily, grabbing the boy by his shirt and throwing him against the living room wall.

He cried out in pain, falling on the ground and quickly wrapping around himself as tightly as he could. He winced when the man kicked him, “Dad, I’m sorry!” he yelped as his father kicked him again.

“Dooon’t…” the boy’s mother moaned, “He’s not… He ain’t doing any thang…” She reached out just barely before dropping her arm, smiling to herself. “Ohh yea… there it is.” The woman threw her head back, practically drooling as she ignored what was going on.

The man kicked him a third time, driving his shoe in with an angry grunt. The boy choked out tears as the man stepped back, breathing heavily. He paused for a minute before he walked over to the sofa where the woman sat, “Move!” he commanded and she wearily did so, moving a couple feet away with a smile still on her face.

The couch creaked as he roughly sat down, bending over to the messy coffee table and pulling an old box onto his lap. When he opened it, he frowned, glancing to the woman on his right. “Stupid bitch,” he muttered as she ignored him. He sighed, going back to the box and pulling out what he needed.

The boy quietly sat up, moving back to the wall to lean against it. He didn’t wipe the tears that had begun to dry on his face, watching as his father tied off his arm with a dirty rag. He knew what was coming. Slowly, but surely, he began to crawl backwards to the hallway, not wanting to watch.

The man didn’t even hear or see him and when he was finally in the dark once more, he got up and ran back to his bedroom. He quickly closed the door behind him and locked it, even though he wasn’t allowed to do so. But he didn’t care.

Looking down, he could feel the fear subsiding… but sadness taking its place. He frowned and shook his head when tears came back. He couldn’t do that… it only made things worse. Nodding to himself, he climbed back into his bed, pulling the blankets up over his head.

He felt safe that way, the sheets protecting him like armor… But it didn’t always work. Here he was again, just waiting for anything to happen… Depending if his dad was still angry… No. He didn’t want to think about it.

With a sigh, he threw the blankets back. He stared at the ceiling for a long while, listening for any activity outside his door… But nothing came… Except for tears. He couldn’t hold them back any longer.

The boy cried, letting the warm tears fall from his face onto his pillow beneath him as he closed his eyes. Tomorrow would be different. He would stop looking. He would stop asking. He would stop caring… Then everything would be ok.

If he didn’t care… then they couldn’t hurt him anymore.

…

The silver haired man suddenly opened his eyes, finding himself staring at the ceiling above him. It was dark and quiet as he lay there, finding his surroundings. As he glanced to his left, everything in the room seemed to be painted blue by the night. And the only sound he could hear was a cricket chirping from outside the motel window. What time was it?

“Mmm..” a groan sounded next to him and he turned his head, seeing Toboe lying next to him. He nuzzled into his shoulder, pressing against him. The man’s face softened and he smiled, turning to face him. When he wrapped his arms around him and pulled him closer beneath the blankets, the boy moaned again.

“Ts-tsume?” he spoke groggily.

Tsume pulled back to kiss his forehead before looking at him, resting his head on the pillow. The boy just stared back at him, his hazel eyes still sleepy. They stayed like that for a while, just taking each other in before Toboe slowly reached out to his lover, placing his fingers over the man’s scar on the right side of his face.

The man frowned when he did so, but he didn’t pull back. He gently traced his fingers from Tsume’s brow, over his eye, down his cheek and to his lips. He watched as Tsume closed his eyes, still frowning. It was when he withdrew his hand that the man opened his mouth to speak, “Before I found you…” he bit his lip, “…I was going from city to city, trying to keep Keith off my trail… I came to know someone and I stayed there for a while.”

Toboe frowned, resting his head on the pillow next to him as he spoke.

“She and her brothers, they took me in without question. They gave me a job, a place to live… I began to think of them as friends...” He bit his lip, his tone slowly changing to frustration, “I stayed too long… It’s because of me they’re dead…” He placed his hand over the right side of his face, feeling the scabbed wound beneath his fingertips.

“This scar will forever remind me of what I did to them… what I didn’t do...”

Toboe reached out to him, placing his hand over Tsume’s. He was hurting, he could tell. He wanted to say something… but what could he say? What was he supposed to do?

Reluctantly, he pulled the man’s hand away from his face, uncovering the scar. Searching his face, he wished Tsume would look at him, but he wouldn’t. He watched as the man bit his lip, “The other scars on my body…”

Toboe glanced down at the man’s flesh, his arms, chest that were scarred here and there, just as he said, “These are nothing to me, they only remind me of the living I’ve made since you left.”

The boy frowned, withdrawing his hand. He couldn’t but feel a little hurt when he said that. It brought back painful memories. But just as he began to pull away, Tsume’s hand grabbed his wrist. He was startled slightly as the man placed his hand on his chest, over the mark from long ago. Toboe had remembered him saying it was a birthmark, but he remembered it from their past life.

“This scar…” he spoke raggedly, still not looking at him, ”… is to remind me of the mistakes I made, what I’ve done… my sins-“

“Tsume, you don’t have to-“

“No!” he growled angrily, finally facing him. The boy’s face was filled with concern, his brow furrowed and eyes wide as he listened, “…Long before I knew you and the others... I was a part of another pack.” His voice had softened again, “We were in hiding, but they found us… the humans. The wolves… they fought for their lives, sacrificing themselves for each other even. But not me… I ran.” He looked down again, gritting his teeth. “When my pack leader caught me, he gave me this scar…”

“Tsume…” the boy softened, moving closer, “You were young, right? You didn’t know…” He went to touch his face, but his hand was quickly dismissed. He sat up, frowning as he held his hand to his chest.

“Toboe, don’t you get it?! I was a coward!” Tsume growled before pressing his head into the pillow, not wanting to face him as his voice softened, choking out each word, “All of this… everything… even now. It’s all my fault… I can’t help it… I told you that I would prove myself to you... But I can’t. Everything I’ve ever done was a mistake… my whole life. I’m nothing more than a mis-”

“Stop it!”

Tsume glanced up at him, the boy’s face determined and angry. “You can’t say that!” he growled. The man was surprised at first, but his facial expression slowly changed back to frustration. He was now lying on his stomach, his arms holding the pillow underneath his upper chest. He turned his head away from the boy, resting his head on the pillow, “Why not?” he asked, part of him hoping an answer would not follow, but it did.

“We all make mistakes, Tsume.” Toboe’s tone was soft, “Don’t you think I have regrets too?”

Tsume frowned as he listened, not wanting to face him.

The boy frowned, looking down at his bare feet, “…Just feeling sorry for yourself,” He didn’t want to say it, but he knew he had to, “Does it really change anything?”

“Fuck you…” he heard the man mutter.

“Tsume, I’m serious!” he frowned, “Blaming ourselves for everything, it changes nothing… We can’t help but wish we’d done things differently… If we let them, our regrets will eat us alive until we’re dead inside… But that doesn’t mean we can’t try to fix them… Our mistakes… Nothing changes overnight… all wounds heal, but it takes time.” He moved closer, expecting Tsume to bat him away, but he didn’t. Toboe smiled, “I love you, Tsume… regardless of what you think is your fault… Even though it’s not.”

Tsume bit his lip, rolling back on to his side and looking at him, “Toboe…” he muttered, “Say what you want, but-“

He stopped when the boy crawled next to him, placing one arm on the other side of the man. His other arm rested on his leg as he sat looking down, leaning over him. The boy’s eyes were glistening as he smiled, causing the man to lose his frown, “Toboe,” he spoke again, looking up at him.

Toboe pulled his hair back behind an ear before placing his hand on the man’s stomach, finding a small scar next to his navel. “All of these scars…” he began moving his fingers across the man’s body, tracing each small cut and scar, “They remind me of my own regrets… the time I lost without you.” He frowned, as did the man.

The boy paused for a moment, before glancing at him, “But I’m here now…” he reached up to stroke the scar on the man’s voice and smiled. He watched as Tsume lay there, still looking up at him and not saying anything, so he continued, “This scar reminds me of when I found you again… It reminds me of what’s to come… the paradise we’ll find.”

Toboe bent over to kiss the scar, closing his eyes. He pulled back, not looking at the man beneath him as he moved to the newer wound on his shoulder blade. It was the bite mark he’d left the night before. He softly kissed it as well, ”This one… It reminds me that you are mine…”

The boy sat up, taking the man’s hand in his and placing it on the scar that was on his own shoulder blade, “…Just as I am yours.”

“Is that why you…” Tsume muttered, trailing off.

“Yes… “ the boy nodded, “You probably didn’t know then, but it was your instinct as a wolf... We are mated for life.” Closing his eyes, he smiled, his hands still keeping Tsume’s in place over his mark. “This scar you left on me has always reminded me of you... I could never forget you.” He opened his eyes again and slowly reached down to touch the large mark on the man’s chest.

“And this scar…” he smiled again, “This one is my favorite because it reminds me of who you are… the grey wolf that I fell in love with.”

It was then that he watched Tsume sit up to meet him, pressing his lips against his. Giving in, he closed his eyes, moaning when he felt his lover already becoming aroused as he leaned against him. Their kiss was not broken as Tsume laid him back down, resting on top of him.

Toboe opened his eyes for a second when he felt Tsume’s tongue slip into his mouth. Moaning again, he closed his eyes once more and wrapped his arms around him to pull him closer.

Tsume could feel his insides churning, wanting him again. But before he made another move, he pulled back, propping himself on his elbows. He watched as the boy opened his eyes, his face blushing as he looked up at him. “Tsume?” he breathed.

The man didn’t say anything, just gazing at him and smiling. He still couldn’t believe that this was real, Toboe’s feelings for him… after everything he’d done… He still loved him.

He searched the boy’s face, his embarrassment apparent as he hardened against him. His long hair was still a tangled mess, spreading out around him, a few strands in his face. His cheeks were red, his hazel eyes glistening and his lips pink as he breathed in and out. “What?” the boy blinked, asking in a hushed voice. He was still so innocent…

“Nothing,” Tsume smiled down at him, “It’s just that… you’re so beautiful.”

Toboe blushed harder, “Stop…” he muttered, smiling a little as he glanced to the side.

“Why?” the man smirked.

“Because you’re embarrassing me…”

Tsume laughed a little, brushing the few strands of auburn hair out of the boy’s face. He played with the hair in his fingers, “Your hair is so long…” He brought the strands to his lips, taking in the sweet scent and closing his eyes, “It’s nice… and it suits you.”

“I thought you hated it?” the boy’s tone sounded a little frustrated as the man opened his eyes, curiously, “Why would you think that?” he asked.

“You said I looked like a girl…”

Tsume smiled, saying the first thing that came to mind, “You do… a very pretty girl though.”

Toboe frowned, which caused him to laugh.

“You’re mean.” The boy glared up at him and he laughed again. He leaned over him to kiss his forehead, closing his eyes, “…My beautiful princess.” He muttered.

“Tsume, stop.” Toboe wasn’t happy. The man just smirked, moving his lips to the boy’s and kissing him. When he didn’t kiss back, he propped himself up on his arms again, just looking at him and smiling. The boy watched him, the frown still on his face before he spoke up, “You’re imagining me in a dress, aren’t you?”

“No!” Tsume laughed again, resting on top of him and nuzzling under his chin. He kissed his neck, poking his tongue out before the boy laughed as well. When he chuckled again, the boy growled, “It’s not funny!” he giggled through his anger. The man withdrew his tongue, “Then why are you laughing?”

“Because it tickles!” Toboe hit him on the shoulder, but not enough to matter. He laughed again as the man continued kissing his neck, not say anything more. It was when he began to trail kisses down along his collar bone and chest that Toboe felt himself becoming aroused as well. He closed his eyes, leaning his head back over the edge of the bed.

He opened his eyes and moaned when Tsume’s kisses finally started going lower. But then something caught his eyes, the clock on the dresser. It was almost six in the morning… The sun would be rising any minute if it hadn’t already… They would need to get on the road soon.

With everything that had happened yesterday, they’d both gotten lost in their thoughts… their placement of time… No doubt Keith would eventually find them… The entire night had been lost to them…

“Something wrong?” Tsume lifted his head up, looking at the boy. It had been a while ago that he had stopped touching him, his moaning and even his body giving up.

Toboe lifted his head, meeting his golden eyes, “No… It’s just that…” he glanced to the clock, the man following his gaze and frowning. The boy continued, “I’m just worried… if we should get on the road soon…”

Tsume paused for a moment, not saying anything right away. He glanced down before pressing his lips against the boy’s abdomen once more. “Uhmmm…” the boy breathed, squirming beneath him.

“It’s fine...”

Toboe glanced at him again, the man’s facial expression without emotion. “Tsume?” he asked, worried a little. He was about to say something more before his eyes widened and he threw his head back, moaning again at the man’s mouth on him.

“Not yet…” Tsume muttered, “I’m tired of running.”

***

Okay, so I kind of didn’t want to leave it on a cliffhanger, cause I thought that would be mean to do that too often... hehe. …So, thoughts???
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