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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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Gasper sighed through his nose; his tongue belly-danced along Toboe's that lay still and spooked, like a fresh corpse. Still warm, but immobile. Toboe gasped and sucked in a breath when he cupped his crotch. He kneaded and rubbed trying to revive the person who should be in there. Respond. He begged with his ministrations.
And was that lift? A move into his palm?
This was incredible! He wasn't sure what drove him to be this bold with a guy he's been crushing on since he met him at the mall theater, but he's going for it. Nothing is going to stop him! Toboe is single now. Tsume was a big upset, but opportunity left the door wide open for infiltration. His fingers nimbly worked down the zipper; intentions of breaching that sought after place were apparent. He's going to give Toboe the fluffing of his lifetime.
So he thought… Gasper did not see it when his roommate's hand balled into a fist, nor did he understand where the speed came from that brought it up to his face so incredibly fast that it just slammed into him with expert force. His senses were knocked loose. His sight blinded briefly even beyond the darkness of closed lids. He fell over onto his side, stunned.
"Maybe I'm bad at English, but I'm fairly certain I told you that I'm not gonna hurt Leara." Toboe glared at the violator. "I've known her a lot longer than you, I'm not gonna ruin my friendship because her boyfriend is a jerk."
"But..." seeing his roommate raise his brows as if he dared him to try to talk reason into the situation, he smartly chose silence. He was happy to know it was the right response, Toboe looked a lot less murderous when he doesn't dn't go on.
"If you broke up naturally like Tsume and I had, maybe we could see.. But never otherwise." He zipped up his jeans. "And you can't break up with her for me."
"But I like you... And, wouldn't it be better if she knew that?" Gasper picked himself up from the floor; his hand was still on his eye, it was definitely going to blacken. "Aren't you about keeping her happy? Why should I go on hurting her with my lie? I should tell her."
"It's your funeral, but leave my name out of it."
"I will." He stepped back the short distance then dropped his butt onto his bed.
Letting out a breath, he felt embarrassment silence him. Toboe knows now. Why did he have to say anything? He should have just kept his mouth shut. Now they'll be awkward. He hates awkward. It's like living in a constant state of meeting eyes with a stranger. He dared a look at his friend. Toboe was still looking at him, assessingly. He seemed to be running through scenarios. Does he stay his roommate or ask to swap with one of the other guys. That's what that look is saying.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?"
For what? Was Toboe saying he'd already dropped it, or was it a question of: do you know why I'm mad that you're apologizing for it. "For making things awkward. For liking you. For putting Leara through this."
"She's not a baby," he waved it away. "She can take it. I just hate that she has to; breakups are awful..." he dropped his eyes to his lap.
"I'll be gentle and sweet."
"You'd better, or you're gonna be down a dancer again."
Gasper perked up. "You'll still do it, even after all this?"
"Yeah, I mean, I said I'd help you out. But, just this one time."
"Thanks." He grinned.
Toboe stood up. "I'm gonna head out. I have work."
"Bye."
"Yeah." He moved to the closet, stripping his shirt off. He was about to drop his pants until he remembered his roommate just confessed to liking him. He the stepped up the allowed two feet into the closet and closed himself in to dress.
"I wasn't gonna watch." He's stolen enough glances in their months together. He's got the full picture of his crush. Every curve, beauty mark, burn wrinkle. It was wrong of him to look at Toboe as anything other than a bro he's rooming with, but who could help it?! Who could just let a crush on someone be whatever?! Not many.
"Sorry." He exited the closet, dressed for work. "I had a sudden wave of shyness." He waved goodbye then left the room.
The next day.
Tsume just got off the phone with his manager; a man who, not days ago, dubbed him a disaster and ruinous to his career and agency, just called him with an apology. He couldn't get him back on the drama now that Carl Menzel has taken his place, but he could find him other jobs. Tsume told the man to stick it up his ass, both the apology and the job his was fired from. Badrom, familiar with his client, laughed it off and infirmed him that he woukd find him another job.
It would seem everyone saw the news because his sponsors, even new ones, called to ask for him. Some apologized, some felt that asking him back was enough and there was no need to say the necessary words. Tsume knows the industry. It's all fickle, flippant, and a what-the-hell, who cares to all circulating within it. Fans feel entitled to treat you like shit because they are your paycheck and title. If no one likes you, who are you? Your boss is a puppeteer, dangling you inside a little box to be assessed and then lent out to all interested. And they wonder why most famous people become suicidal. They lose their self and why they are important. They lose the love of what they were passionate about. He had. Darcia scared him away from it.
Tsume felt had he not been plastered all over the place, the older man would not have developed a warped view of him. He would have seen him as nothing. Out of a sea of whatever gender interested the man, Tsume would have just been another one in the bunch. To this day, he can't stop feeling the repulsive words touch him. Plaything. Toy. Nothing. No one.
'Maybe I should retire? I have enough to be reborn retired... Why work?' He knew the answer to that. He loves it. But, the issue was the work. Maybe he should give up acting, go back to his roots and model. There are all sorts of models these days. The mold has broken in appearance as well as age.
But stuff like this... For all those who heard the news and chose to believe it as the truth, there are more who don't care simply because the very fact that the accusations came up, to the degree that his home was searched by the police, was enough to just be done with him. 'Hn. Cancel Tsume... Looks like it's possible. You won, asshole.' He surrendered to the loose canon responsible for all of it.
However, he isn't penniless. He isn't jobless, anymore. But, for him, the taint is there. He was emotionally canceled. That everyone he thought he had a respectable rapport turned out no different than anyone else in the industry. Toboe made him soft where he once gave zero about anything and anyone but himself.
His cellphone buzzed on the table. He stared at it, planned to ignore it assuming it was another apology or good-for-you pity job. But the number was Toboe's. His, once again, secret love. To keep him free from the media, to keep himself free from accusation and suspicion, and to keep their story believable and not out to be just a safety for an abused minor - when Toboe's not even a minor!
"Yeah?"
"...Are they still giving you a hard time?"
"No."
"Are you mad?"
"My leash of tolerance for people is choking me."
"Sorry."
"Don't apologize for the idiot who started this." Tsume smirked. "Your loaded silence tells me you have something to say."
"...You.. It's dumb, and really I feel like saying something just makes it more than what it should be."
"Uh-huh..."
"Gasper kissed me."
"Told you the loser liked you."
"It's not my fault that I'm likeable. Don't be so smug."
"I'm not. I could, but I'm not." Tsume was pensive, uncertain of how he should ask or if he should. Toboe is sensitive in ways he didn't expect. Asking him if he told the guy to "fuck off" might upset him. He's not a coward to argue with Toboe, but he's not exactly in the mood to fight with him again, so near to their reunion.
"...Are we ok? I mean, really going to get back to a good place?"
"We are..."
"I punched him." He confessed suddenly.
Tsume felt a pleasant warmth from that comment. Toboe could have easily wrote him off; he helped clear his name, they're even, he's free to do as he likes with whomever he likes.
"I hope you did it for us."
"Mhmm." He sounded proud of himself.
"Can I see you for breakfast tomorrow?"
"Yeah." He blew out a breath. "Tsume, can you help me with something?"
"Name it."
At the Wolf home.
"Man, all the entertainment shows have been running the runt's interview into an exhaustion coma." Hige commented to Kiba, who's currently removing the short bag from the bathroom waste bin. He took the bundle from his fiance, with fingers pinching the topknot. "His phone must be a cluster of ignored called."
"Not if they don't know his number."
"I'd take the interviews. Small-time famous," He grinned cheekily.
Kiba balked. "Considering it gained my brother a stalker, I would think that's a terrible venture."
"Who'd stalk me, but you?" He smiled as he teased.
Kiba couldn't argue. He would have stalked Hige, had Hige not been the one to initiate their relationship.
"I can't believe you have to get a license for everything. The ceremony, gifts, the license itself… Let's just step under an archway and call it macaroni."
Kiba snickered. "And miss out on free presents,"
"Right. Free. We need the registry and give up a percentile."
"That's only if we use it."
Kiba gave Hige a rough explanation of what a registry is for. Gifts can be selected by the couple and made into a wishlist for guests to look over to buy them the items. The guests are free to just give them whatever they please.
"There's one relief."
"Two. Small guest list."
"I love isolation." He declared.
Kiba felt the same way, although his thoughts weren't on the approaching wedding. He was thinking more about the here and now. He's become insanely hot for his fiance since he had gifted him the cabin his family once vacationed in. It was the single hottest thing Hige has ever done for him. Understanding and accepting his deformity included. He touched his burned arm subconsciously.
"Hey, where are we going on our honeymoon?"
"Obviously, Hawaii."
"Obviously." Hige rolled his eyes.
He doesn't know if that was sincere or joking. He would like to learn how to surf, and scuba dive. Snorkeling he's done before. It's not that great. It felt like he was drowning but in slow motion.
"Hello?" Kiba answered his phone that buzzed in his pocket.
Hige left the living room to dispose of the bag of garbage, along with the rest of the trash for the pick-up tomorrow morning.
"I wanted to tell you that Tsume and I got back together."
"That's great." Replied his brother.
Personally, he didn't care. He still can't completely be on the couple's side, even though he has come to not mind Tsume. Toboe, for Kiba, will always be too young for an older man. It was his parenting side, he figured.
"You talked it out?"
"Yeah." He went on. "I didn't know he thought that I posted those comments. I didn't even know they existed until Spike showed me."
"We saw the interview a couple times.. Are you ok? Is anyone bothering you?"
"Not so far." He then admitted. "Channel 6 did want a follow-up. I probably should have gone to the cops, but the media would clear Tsume faster than them."
"Yeah." He frowned, but kept his voice neutral. "If your stalker was working to drive you two apart, I doubt he'll appreciate you clearing Tsume's name."
"Tough. He shouldn't think I'm a pushover just because I have insecurities."
Kiba held his snickers. Toboe, despite his age, could still be really pure at times.
Toboe spoke with him for a bit longer then said his goodbye's.
"Garbage is out; my hands are clean; now let's get dirty." Hige rubbed his hands together with anticipation of getting some skin and bone.
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Toboe walked into his shared room. He was getting back after work.
"Hey, ready for practice?"
"Yeah." He went to the closet. "Let me change."
He yanked his shirt over his head then slipped into another, his pants hit the floor then were swapped for sweats. He felt no eyes on him as he does this. It was a relief. Before he didn't care, but after he was confessed to; on top of withholding his resumed relationship with Tsume, he wasn't sure he could count on Gasper not to keep pursuing him. Not unless he gives himself away as a taken man.
"Mold me in your dancing image." He spread his arms as wide as his smile.
"I'm a dancer, not a magician." Gasper scoffed into a smile.
"Suddenly he's rethinking his decision. Well, tough, you're stuck with this mess," he made room for him when he got up from his bed.
It's a small space to grove in, that was for sure. One grand old pirouette and they'll need to replace even the stuff that's nailed down. Gasper took Toboe's wrist and led him out the door into the common area. That made sense. It was also a relief. First that sneaky move back at his house, then that kiss yesterday... being where others would pass through was a great unspoken rule.
The dance instructor kept his word. The steps were easy, and the choreography didn't make him look or feel like an idiot. He felt comfortable around him, like before he knew the truth. By the time he was good enough to do the steps without the dancer in front of him, they were chatting and laughing as usual.
"You guys know we have two Plug-ins in the living room for a reason," commented tonight's chef, Lou; he came back from class catching the two in their innocent act. "Why don't you just fuck if you wanna sweat?"
Toboe cast the other dorm mate a belligerent look that his comment was unappreciated.
"I know someone is dealing with frustration." He winked; laughing as he had to dodge a couch pillow.
"Ignore him." Requested Gasper.
"Who?" Toboe went for the stairs to clean himself up. 40 minutes was his limit for strenuous activity - - well, for dancing anyway.
Gasper followed after him; stripping his dampened, though not as soaked as Toboe, clothes off. Toboe stole glances, not out of interest but as a payback. Gasper looked at him countless times, but he's never bothered. Why would he? The guy definitely has a dancer build. Proofed but not baked roll abdomen, nice arms, firm rear, muscle legs seemed more natural born than work acquired. No wonder Leara wanted to do him so badly.
'Hn. If she only knew.' He couldn't help the sneer that flashed just briefly across his features. Dry and in a change of clothes, he reached under the bed for his oboe. He was inspired to practice his talent from Gasper working on his. His hand brushed against something soft. 'Hmm?' Pulling it free, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, then anger. It was his missing hoodie, but it's been slashed up. "Oh man, creep." He mumbled.
"What?" Done with his attempt of trying to turn on his roommate, he turned around to see what he was upset about. "Isn't that the.. hey it's all cut up.." The Mario on the pocket was missing his head, and the word Nintendo across the chest now just spells: ENDO.
"Bastard." Toboe reached under again, dipping his head. "My boxers," now sporting a hole where his butt would be - gross.
The charm Cheza got for him has a broken chain and the ring part that latches it to keys, clothes, or bags is around the koala's neck. The photo, however, was not there. Not surprising, since the creep probably tossed, flushed rippy-bits, or burned it. It did its damage, it's all over Twitter posts being desected. Honestly, Toboe felt he'd cry. He can replace the items of clothing, the keychain, though scribbled on, could be washed as well as have a new chain affixed to it. But the fact that he's been subjected to it... He can't erase the embarrassment, and the issues and hurt it caused him and his loved ones.
"Are you ok?" Gasper asked, kneeling beside his friend.
"You know I'm not!" He snapped, and swatted away the hand that landed on his shoulder.
"What are we gonna do?"
"What can we do? The damage is done."
"Maybe he was mad about your helping Tsume. After all he did for you, you went ahead and helped your ex out."
"Steal and scare me, is that what's considered romantic these days?" He got up from the floor and tossed his things into the trash, koala included. Cheza would understand.
"Stalkers are weird. They cling to anything as a sign that you're giving them attention." He sat beside Toboe on his bed, when the owner of the bed sat. "He could escalate. Are you sure you're not seeing Tsume anymore? What if he feels cornered and hurts him to get you to become his?"
"Like that'll happen." He all but rolled his eyes.
It's very possible his stalker could hurt Tsume to keep them apart, but he won't let it get to that point. It's why he plans to set him up. And having found his things confirmed that it's already working. Only thing left was to isolate him at a location then whammo! Tsume, Kiba, Hige, and he will all gang-rush him! The creep better prepare for the brawl of the century. Ok. To be honest, he doubted his they'd assault someone on his behalf, but he's not so mature that he's above it. And they'll back him up should things go sideways.
"What can I do? I'll help any way that I can." Gasper assured.
"Keep watch of the room when I'm not here - - when you can." Their classes aren't at the same times, just two of them.
"Got it."
Toboe felt his phone vibrate the bed. Looking over his shoulder for it, it was handed to him by his roommate who'd accidently semi sat on it. "Thanks." Answering, he greeted. "Hello?"
Gasper excused himself to avoid being nosy. He decided to surf the apps for something to watch.
"I have to go." Toboe said once he hung up.
"Where?"
"To the police station."
"Police?! Did they catch your stalker?"
Toboe scoffed. "I doubt it." He stepped into his sneakers. "They probably saw the report and wanna take my statement."
"Oh..."
Toboe said goodbye then left.
...
Toboe smiled when seeing Tsume's car parked at the station. He could stomach police interrogation if he's with him.
Officer Barkley met him by the desk, asking that he come to the back area. The young man would be lying if he said it wasn't kinda cool being in a police station. Wolf's youthful side would have been making believe he's a hardened convict finally caught. He wondered what his crime would be? He felt like a thief would suit him. But, he'd rather be known for maybe fraud. Tricking people out of money would be kinda impressive.
He schooled his giddy reaction when seeing Tsume seated at a long metal table. There is a place for cuffs on the table, which his boyfriend is thankfully not latched. He pulled out a chair beside him and sat.
Officer Barkley got right to it. "We asked you down here because of your statement on the news. It would have been better if you'd come to us,"
"Would you have listened? Believed me?" Toboe shot back at the reprimanding look.
"We'd.."
He cut the officer off. "Look into it, I know. But I needed to put a stop to it right away." He glanced at the person in question. "Tsume and I may not be together, but I don't want someone lying about who he is... It's disturbing."
"It is disturbing. Which is why we'd like your full statement." He slid the crumpled photo over to him. "Mr. Keina, we owe you our sincerest apology. We had the photo analyzed, and you were right. It's been doctored."
Tsume clenched his jaw.
Seeing he got no requisite: it's fine nor these things happen. The officer gulped. People, especially famous ones, have been known to want to sue. They pretty much had a hand in getting the flame fanned as far as rumors by searching the man's home and stating publicly as to why. That type of deformation was definitely grounds for a lawsuit.
Little did they know, it was Tsume who doctored the photo. He had done it because he likes Toboe, he wanted to be with him. And as wrong as it was, he wanted something more from him. He didn't think anything would happen between them, he was a minor. A fantasy. So, yes, he made it seem a bit more than what the photo flub had been at the time.
"Did you find any fingerprints on it?"
"None but yours."
Toboe blushed. "Sorry, for all of this. I didn't think an innocent comment would get out of hand."
"The thing with cases like this, is that they can get out of hand. It's why companies ban such activity and take legal actions."
"Sorry."
"I can understand that you two were dating, I can understand your making comments... But you should have said something about the false account before anything else happened."
"I didn't know about it. I made my posts and moved on."
Officer Barkley nodded. "We're going to make a statement. And charges will be dropped and your record cleaned, Mr. Keina." The cop wished he'd say something. But the actor remained stoic. "Right. So, thanks for clearing things up. Sorry, again."
The pair got up and left together.
"How does it feel to know you've derailed a cancel-train?" Toboe asked on his way to Tsume's car. He took the bus over, he'd like a ride back with a silent asking.
"Feels like a crock of shit."
"Don't be hard. You know you're happy."
"I'm relieved my crude behavior worked in my favor." He climbed into the car, agreeing silently to give the unasked for ride.
"Tsume..." He said when safely inside the privacy of the vehicle. "Things worked out with us. You don't have to be embarrassed to like me, or for having liked me."
"No. I do." He confessed. "I'm glad things worked out, but, all things considered.. I don't wanna think of what I'd become if they hadn't. Maybe I am some sicko who'd abduct and rape you."
Toboe glared at his boyfriend with watery eyes. "Stop talking like that." He said firmly. "You would not. You aren't some sicko, sure you developed feelings for me, and yeah, you did weird things because of it. But, maybe that's why you wouldn't hurt me or be one of those sickos. You got through it doing weird things." He shrugged his shoulder. "Do you know how many underaged fans do that same weird stuff, and more?" He touched Tsume's shoulder. "You're nothing special, Tsume. Deal with it." He chuckled about teasing him.
"Shut up." He smiled.
Toboe walked back into his room at the dorm glowing. He made things right, has his man back, and blew his mind before they got back to the school.
"Hi." He greeted his roommate. Seeing the bitter expression, he asked. "What's with you?"
"I broke up with Leara."
"Then why are you upset?" He would have thought he'd be relieved to cease his lying.
"Because it was apparently for nothing." He snipped.
"She cheated on you?"
"No. You did."
"Gasper, just because you like me, and I now know, doesn't make us a couple." He stepped out of his sneakers, and then kicked them into the closet. "Get over it; and anyway, I'm not seeing anyone. What are you talking about?"
"You helped Tsume get his career back!"
"Would you calm down; because so what?" Toboe smirked. "Does it make you feel stupid, Mr. Stalker?"
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