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Attraction and Appeal	By : Hopebringer Category: Weiß Kreuz > Yaoi - Male/Male Views: 1381 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Interest

Interest. A state of curiosity or concern about or attention to something: an interest in sports. Something, such as a quality, subject, or activity, that evokes this mental state: counts the theater among his interests. Regard for one's own benefit or advantage; self-interest. A right, claim, or legal share: an interest in the new company. Involvement with or participation in something.

Interested, interesting, interests. To arouse the curiosity or hold the attention of. To cause to become involved or concerned with. Obsolete. To concern or affect. Arousing or holding the attention; absorbing.

I didn't expect to wake up on my own bed in my leather pants, not with the migraine from hell knocking at my temples. My stomach was behaving at least; it wasn't giving me the urge to go worship the porcelain god. Dammit all to hell and back, it feels like a bullet train ran over me a few times. Shit. What time is it? Figures that the clock would be in a hard to see place, so of course I'll have to move to see it. Fuck me with a brick width-wise... When did I put my clock like that? Shit! It really hurts to even think about moving my abs right now... What the... Why do I have a bruise on my stomach? It looks like it had to be a fairly good hit too. Did I get into a bar fight last night? If that's true then why isn't my face feeling like it got pounded to death. Something just isn't adding up and thinking is making my headache worse. Fucking migraines... Need to fucking die I say. Dammit, dammit, dammit. How exactly did I get home last night...

Okay, so there is my red shirt folded up on the dresser. Wait a minute, why is it folded up? I don't fold my clothes like that! That's what the dry cleaners are for! At least it's here and not in some strange room somewhere, although it would have looked really good on that blonde... Red normally does. Although it wouldn't look to great on a red head... Why did I just wonder that! Although... Red... Red... Soft fire-engine auburn red that taunts from a distance. A sweet taste that led to... Oh shit. I didn't. God, please tell me I didn't. Fuck. Stupid moronic hormones of all the times to decide to jump someone. He had been waiting for me, like always. I knew he did, but normally I don't recall him ever. The ice princess leaves with less traces than normal. He tasted sweet. I knew he did, but not like that. It's been six months, why did I do that? I'll be lucky if he doesn't run me through now. Although that might be a mercy with the way I ache and my tendency to torment myself. He's not anything like Asuka or any of the other lovelies that intrigue me. He's not the type of man l might consider changing my preferences for. Yes, I know I'm a somewhat easy on my choices of companions. I prefer pretty and legal, female above male, and willing. I do not force my partners, I couldn't face the mirror with that knowledge. I can tease someone into wanting what I do, but I will never force them and take away that right. However, that's what I tried to do to him last night. Why am I still alive and missing a gut wound of some sort? Oh yeah... That bruise.

I don't want to remember what I did. I don't want to recall pinning him to the closed door and silencing any unspoken protest by kissing him. The surprised widening of his eyes until they narrowed, then closed. The way he responded for a brief second before a knee slammed up into my groin and a fist into my stomach. I don't want to remember how he felt trapped between me and the door, that warmth that was emanating from him, the cinnamon vanilla after-taste from that surprisingly soft mouth. I don't want to! Whoever I offended up there, leave me the fuck alone. I've more than paid for any crime I have committed. Don't make me remember anymore of this, let me be believe I didn't rape him. No one deserves that, even ice statues. Have you no mercy? Shit. I can't stay in this room any longer, I'm going to go insane. That does it, I'm getting up and dressed then bugging Ken and Omi. He won't be downstairs. He can't be.

Moving hurts. It really hurts, my abs feel like their being run over by a bullet train. Did he have to hit me that hard? Even knee for that matter? He fucking bruised me doing that shit! How the hell am I supposed to explain this to the ladies! Inconsiderate jack ass. I deserved that, I really did. Okay, that just means comfortable clothing today, that should hide that. Fuck. Why does even cotton hurt those bruises? Couldn't he have been more gentle and considerate... Yeah right. I don't really blame him for it. Well, I guess I'm as dressed as I'm going to be. Thank the gods for worn in jeans right now. All that's left is to leave the room.

I never thought walking to my door would be so difficult or so emotionally strenuous. Why do I feel like I've crossed some sort of invisible line and want to taste that kiss again. To explore it and all it's variable textures, finding out how his expression changes with it. Why do I want to see if he can actual have a facial expression other than a glare or scowl, to see if his smile still is there? Why do I want to see him smile just once... I must be under the influence still, there's no way I would have these thoughts normally. Especially when waking up in the morning. It's almost as if he's interesting. Okay, so Mr. "Aloof and Stone-cold" can cause curiosity in what makes him tick, so perhaps he is interesting but not in that way! He's just a cold icicle of a prick who just happens to be...

Think of the devil and you're bound to run into him. The devil and the smell of freshly brewed coffee, the other coffee addict of this crack-house must have needed a fix. Not that I'm complaining, he makes a damn good pot of coffee. Alright, no "Shi-ne Kudohs" or glares yet, maybe he's forgotten about last night. Everything should be normal as long as he doesn't look above that... Well dammit. I have no luck still. I can see a set of blank eyes watching me guardedly now. They say the eyes are the gates to the soul, his must be empty then. Not that it matters right now, I can be philosophical later. :

" 'Morning Aya or afternoon, whatever. About last night... Thanks and sorry about that. Let's just pretend it never happened." That may not have been my smoothest moment yet, but when he just went back to his paper I couldn't help but grin. I wasn't going to be able to forget anytime soon, but I would try. Something about the ice princess struck something inside of my mind and made him rather interesting all of a sudden.
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