Coincidence | By : Kiba Category: +. to F > Ai no Kusabi Views: 9481 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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All spelling and grammatical errors and oversights are the Beta’s own.*
*BIG THANKS to my beta! Her suggestions and corrections saved this rather messed up chapter.
To cocoko5:
Sorry for the wait but I'm busy with terms - hopefully I will be able to update more frequently in two weeks.
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Raoul's mobile broke the silence at an ungodly early hour. It took the Blondie a moment to wake and locate it on the nightstand. By the time he eyed the display, announcing Kyle, Raven murmured in disapproval at the rude wakening. He looked very much like the boy from three years ago, when he grabbed a pillow to press it over his ears while the fresh night`s air waved pleasantly cool above his head.
“Already five? Just a few minutes, please.”
Raoul involuntarily smiled and hurried out of the room, “What do you want, Kyle?”
By the time he finished the call, his mood had soured somewhat. The call had obviously left him with a feeling of serious distress. Dorian and Kyle – did the two have an unwritten agreement to make his life miserable? It was annoying enough to deal with one at a time; however, both making demands at the same time were pushing things too far. It may have been refreshing any other day but certainly not at two in the morning, especially not when keeping him away from his just returned pet.
He reprimanded himself. Raven wasn't a pet, not even in the beginning when he played along. He was just too stubborn to realize it.
Taking a moment to collect himself, he eventually returned to the bedroom to spend a few quiet minutes silently admiring the beautiful man in front of his eyes. Nothing from the boyish charm was left in his features making him indeed more appealing, if only he wasn't so skinny. Raoul silently swore to himself to remedy that. Callused lines from zero gravity modules descended down Raven's shoulders over his complete back. Despite this, his skin was still flawless, stretching out over tautly defined muscles that were used to physical labor.
The back of his knuckles brushed across Raven’s cheekbone, “Wake up, beauty.” The long eyelashes fluttered open, revealing a mild confusion.
“I have urgent matters that require my personal attendance. Will you wait?”
Raven covered Raoul's hand with his own and pushed into the touch, nodding. The simplicity of the gesture was overwhelming. Only with great difficulty did Raoul managed to leave Raven; thus, making his way towards the bathroom. From the wash basin’s mirror he was able to catch a glimpse of Raven’s movements within the bedroom. He smiled to himself, when Raven crept down from his cosy spot on the bed and headed for the kitchenette. Once in a while it was nice to be cared for.
Lucius Point was never tranquil - too many people and even if he managed to slip away for a while, the sky was never clear. So he enjoyed it for the time being.
Feeling a rush of blood stream towards his nether regions by the sight of the naked mongrel, he wasn't able to resist sneaking up on him. Raven looked simply too tempting. That Raoul didn't push him back to the bed and screwed him into the mattress was a testament to his willpower. His hands settled on Raven's hips and he placed a kiss on his neck, slightly behind the ear. Raven's head arched back exposing his throat – he hadn't missed the mark.
“Put on some clothes, the weather's chilly.”
“You have the nerve to tell me that, practically bumping me from behind?”
Raoul smiled to himself, taking the chance to breathe in the scent of the man, while so deliciously helpless within his arms.
"Have you slept well?" he asked, his voice withholding the depths of his longing.
Raven just managed to say yes and pointed to the bathroom. He held his breath, trying to calm down with only moderate success and grateful for the solid kitchenette, for it provided a profound help supporting his weight.
“Clothes are in the bottom drawer.”
He nodded and made for it as soon as Raoul vanished into the shower. Jeans, shirts, no stupid gaudy pet costumes to wear. Warehouse clothes, he realized and slipped a black jeans on.
Only moments later a seriously puzzled Raven stood in front of a large selection of finest brands of coffee from all over the quadrant. Wow.
He decided for the furthest box.
Beans? Can't he do a single thing the ordinary way?
He figured the little apparatus next to the coffee-maker to be the grinder. Well, it should be, given the smell. He poured an amount of beans in and waited – staring at the grinder. The grinder stared back but otherwise kept silent. Raven could have sworn the silly chit laughed at him, when he realized the winder.
Raoul!!!
With more effort, than he was willing to pay this early, he eventually managed a halfway passable brew, took seat on the bar-encounter and rewarded himself with a large mug of his first hand-milled coffee.
His mind wandered on its own accord back to the recent past. All the years in the Wasteland, his mind had been haunted by Raoul’s memory; now Raven found his thoughts occupied by Kris, his beautiful faithful Kris. A heavy sigh heaved his chest and guilt pulled at his heart-strings. Worst of all, his mind would not allow rest from the guilt of having left behind the little Feron who had never asked for much just his trust and love. What did he do instead? He left to return to Raoul?
Raoul found him in this condition of mind by his return from the bathroom. Threatened by a sense of foreboding and affected by the sight of his love, being plagued by conscience and whatever else. He moved in on Raven and gently moved his head up by his chin,
“I love you.”
“I'm with Kris.” broke out of Raven, though his voice was barely above whispering.
The little hellion.
He was tempted to snap,
'I'm desperate for you but not desperate enough to share, '
when Raven proceeded,
“He is my anchor.”
Emotions of great depths and truth seeped out of his voice and gaze. If it wasn't for the night before, Raoul would have thought he'd lost; lost to a little redheaded spitfire, that wasn't supposed to have an impact on any Blondie's life. Puzzling and it hurt.
“He saved my life, many times, in more than one way. I can't cast him aside Raoul, I can't.”
But it was okay, if it was me?
His face hardened.
You can't give me a taste of heaven only to take it away.
“Don't do that to me, Raven.”
Raoul's vision became clouded, he was heartbroken – not a feeling a Blondie should be exposed to. The familiar press of his beloved's warm lips sent a shiver of awareness down his back. Raven clenched his collar, like it was the only thing to give him a hold.
The cellphone reminded them with vehemence what had gotten them out of bed in the first place. Raven broke the kiss and averted his eyes, shattered to the core and torn,
“Your appointment.”
Raoul drew his head back and forced him into another kiss. Raven's lips were hot and bitter from the coffee. Their heat flew down Raoul's throat as Raven moved his tongue across his, rubbing along the curves of the inside of his mouth. Heat pooled down to his belly and up to his heart.
Are you capable of driving me away, Raven? Can you be that cruel with both of us?
“Please Raven, promise me to wait. We don't have to sort out everything at once.”
“I promise.”
Raoul picked up the phone, “I'm on my way.” and left with a clenching feeling in his guts. Dorian and Kyle be damned!
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“I knew immediately you were back, mongrel. A little sway to his hips, a sparkle in his eyes. You couldn't stay away, could you? I even left you the Feron. You should have been grateful but instead you come back to mess him up again. That has to stop, once and forever!”
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