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Love Object	By : Resting-Madness Category: +S to Z > Wolf's Rain Views: 4969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hige pulled his car into Kiba's driveway, slowly. His head hung as low as his spirits. He's failed. He tried everywhere he knew Toboe would go. Everywhere! Shit! He bared his teeth in misery. Leaning over the wheel, he turned the key in the ignition to shut the car off. 'This is all my fault!' When he shut his eyes; four singular tears partnered into one long stream going down his cheeks.
'Why didn't I do what Kiba had said? Why didn't I just pick the runt up from school? Then maybe...' He swallowed hard. He didn't even wanna put a bunch of 'maybes' out there about the youngest of his best friends. But, damnit! Only bad images were popping up in his head of what could have happened to the young Wolf.
Opening his eyes, he noticed that Kiba's car was already in the driveway, which meant he must be in the house. Hige almost didn't wanna go in there for fear of what he may see. Or maybe what he might hear. It was bad enough Toboe was abducted; but tonight, he just couldn't hear Kiba break up with him. He couldn't.
A gentle vibration against his pants alerted him to his phone. Digging in his pocket he pulled the silver object free. Flipping it open, he said in a low tear strained voice. "Hello?"
"Hige, is Kiba with you. I found Toboe!" Cher nearly shouted in his ear.
Hige thought his eyes were going to roll from his head they'd opened so wide. "You found him!?" He didn't hesitate a minute as he shoved the car door open. He had to tell Kiba right away!
"Kiba!? Kibaaa!?"
The brunet was inside their home, in Toboe's bedroom. He was holding his brother's pillow up against his chest. Letting his tears stain it with the salty water. "I'm sorry, Toboe... It's my fault... I shouldn't have - I shouldn't have let myself get in trouble like that. I should have ignored that kid like I usually would have..."
"Kiba!" He heard Hige downstairs.
'If you come back, I promise I'll do things differently - I won't baby you, or make you cry.' He sniffled to calm his oncoming tears. Kiba heard Hige's continuous call. He wanted to call back to him, but his voice would have cracked so badly it would be as though he had said nothing at all.
"Kibaaa? They found him!"
That got his attention. Kiba nearly knocked his boyfriend over as he flew from his little brother's bedroom into the hall. "What? Where is he?" He looked around his lover's body as though his brother were right there beside him.
"He's with some guy named Tsume Keina; Cher said he just called her - out of the blue!" The oranget explained. "Come on, I'll give you a ride."
The two hurried down the stairs and out the door, nearly leaping through the open windows of the car. 'Just hang in there little brother, we're coming to get you.'
At Banzai.
Tsume and Toboe were eating their dinner that the driver had bought for them. Neither of them said a word as they ate in verbal silence. But questions nagged away at Toboe as he ate.
'Why would Mrs. Cher call Tsume a sicko? Does she know him or something?' He looked over at his semi-friend and smiled faintly. 'He seems alright to me. So what's the big deal? I know lots of older guys, so that can't be it.'
"Are you mad at me?" Tsume asked faintly.
"No. Of course not." Toboe assured. "It's just that my guardian worries a lot."
"Aa."
"So can I see you tomorrow?" He swallowed the pieces of hamburger that he was chewing. "It's a half day at school, soooo..." He looked at Tsume, who was making a strange face. "I thought we could hang out?"
"I don't think that's such a good idea for a while. If you're in trouble, I don't wanna do anything to make it worse." The model replied, though he was half lying. His heart was beating a mile a minute hearing Toboe ask to see him again.
"No, really, it'll be ok. You can come by the park. I'm gonna be there with Cheza while my brother's at work."
Tsume smiled kindly. "I'll think about it."
Toboe returned a genuine smile to him saying, "Good."
"Toboe!" Kiba nearly yanked the glass door from its hinges once spotting his brother inside.
Toboe smiled, greeting him cheerfully. "Hi, Kiba!" He stood up causing his box of fries to rattle in his hand. "I'm glad you're here; this is Tsume and..."
"You fucking sicko!" Kiba bellowed; fist ready to make contact with bone.
"...What?" Toboe heard the anger in his brother's voice as well as pain. But it confused him. What was everybody so worked up about?
"Stay the hell away from my brother!" Kiba ordered; he grabbed Tsume by the collar of his shirt, slamming him against the wall.
The model made no attempt to struggle free. He just glared at the aggressive teen as though he were inviting him - challenging him - to do something.
"Kiba, don't!" Toboe got between them some how, spreading his arms to keep them apart. "Tsume was really nice to me. Don't hurt him, ok?"
Tsume scoffed, crossing his arms. "Like he could."
"What!?" Kiba raised his fist again; Toboe held him off.
"Stop it!" Kiba, when hearing the sadness in his brother's voice, eased off the man. "Kiba, Tsume isn't..." Toboe's words were ignored; he was jerked to the exit.
"You're lucky I didn't call the cops on you." Kiba threatened while departing; ignoring his brother.
"The cops?" Toboe repeated.
"We're leaving." He practically carried Toboe away. "And I meant what I'd said... stay away from my brother."
Tsume just stood there, hardly threatened, as he watched his young obsession get dragged away from him. He would ease up... for now. After all, he had Toboe practically the whole afternoon - what more could he ask for?!
Toboe pulled open the car door to the backseat; he glanced back at the apartment before climbing inside and closing the door. Tsume lifted a hand to send the boy off, then he turned away before he saw Kiba giving him a nasty glare again.
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Toboe sat in his bedroom, with his pillow clutched to his chest. He wasn't gonna cry. He told himself this over and over again. But Kiba and Hige had said so many mean things to him. And they'd yelled so much of it that he just teared up at the thought of anything!
He could still hear their harsh words...
"What did you think you were doing, Toboe?!" Kiba shouted as he man-handled him into the house. "How could you just get into a car with a stranger?!"
His brother let go of him, practically by a fling to the couch. "Ow! I'm sorry, Kiba." He was sincere; and his voice was beyond low as he spoke.
The brunet scoffed. ""I'm sorry, Kiba" - isn't much of a shield from some perverted old man putting his hands on you!"
"Tsume's not old!" Toboe snapped in the model's defense. "He said he was twenty two; you're gonna be that age someday - I guess you'll be a pervert, too, then, huh?"
"Not cool, runt." Hige said in a non-joking way. It was more as though he were trying to make a point that Toboe was just a little boy. "We were worried sick about you; and you come back here joking like it was no big deal!" He raised his arms out looking around irratically, as though he were speaking to some jury.
Kiba clenched his jaw at the strength of a toothache. He was trying beyond human strength not to smack his brother right to the back of his head. Toboe could be so... stubborn sometimes! Stupid!
Toboe saw the anger in his brother's eyes, so he lowered his head to avoid it. "I don't know what to say. Mrs. Cher had already left, and Tsume was there - he just told me we'd sit in his car until you showed up..." Toboe had to stop himself. It even sounded ridiculous to him now. "Tsume wouldn't hurt me... He was nice... He was my friend.."
"Toboe," Kiba sighed, calming himself down. "That's what guys like him want you to think - that they're nice, and friendly, and generous, but in reality they just wanna abuse you, or rape you, or worse."
That didn't seem like Tsume to Toboe. That seemed like some sicko in one of those movies of the week on cable. Tsume really was just some kind person, who'd wanted to make sure he got home all right. Even though he knew it was pointless to argue his case, Toboe just wanted his brother to know that he was fine.
"I just wish that you would listen to me; Tsume and I didn't do anything wrong - we had snacks, cookies and milk. And we..."
"You ate something from his house?!" Kiba was getting angry again. "Did you even watch him pour the drink?! He could have poisoned you or drugged you!"
"But, he didn't. And if he did he'd be sick, too, because he accidently drank from my glass when I put it down."
Kiba had heard enough. He was dizzy with anger. He moved himself off the couch and started across the room.
Hige watched him with his eyes, shaking his head in dismay. Chiming-in where Kiba went silent, Hige says. "And you wanna know something else... your great friend Tsume.. lied to Hubb. He made up some fake name, and story, just to get you out of there - he could have been planning this for months!"
This was news to Kiba, he hadn't heard anything about a fake name. Now he went from angry to just sick and worried. "Go to your room." He mumbled.
"But, Kiba?"
"Go to your room!" He shouted this time.
The younger Wolf looked both scared and sad as he departed the now silent living room. Kiba watched him as he left then he turned to Hige. The usually cheery Moon looked startled by the sight of his lover's face; Kiba looked as though he were about to go off on him next. Instead he heard...
"Can we talk - outside?"
"...Sure."
That was the last of the living room altercation.
Toboe ran an arm across his eyes and sighed. 'I thought that everybody would be happy to see me; I thought that they would think it was cool that I know Tsume. Someone famous... Guess I was wrong...'
Beep!
"What was that?" Toboe wondered. Sliding off of his bed, he walked over to the window and peered down into the driveway. His eyes nearly fell from his head, gasping at what he saw!
Kiba and Hige climbed into Hige's car. Neither of them were saying anything, but once the doors were closed Kiba let out a breath to speak only to be cut off by Hige. "Alright, go ahead."
"What?"
"Break up with me. Call me names, and say you never wanna see me again." He lowered his head. "I can take it..."
"Hige, I'm not breaking up with you." Kiba reassured. "I just wanted to ask you something, I didn't want Toboe to hear us."
"..." A smile slowly graced his face and he chuckled a little. "Oh, hahaha. Never mind then."
"You said this Tsume guy made up some name, what did he call himself?"
"T.C. Freemon. That's what Cher said."
Kiba bit on his bottom lip a little then sighed. "I'm lost on this one, Hige. I... I always knew that Toboe would make friends - no matter who he met - but friends his own age. And... If he seriously likes this guy... I don't know what to say to make him stop."
Hige intoned lowly to show he understood.
"Toboe can be so stubborn sometimes. There's no talking to him when he gets like that. And the more I tell him to stop, the more he'll wanna do it." The disappointed teen shrugged.
"Well... maybe you should just watch him a little more closely?" It was a suggestion. "He's fourteen. But, when it's far, it's not like he knows his way around town. He couldn't just run off - at least, not far enough for guys like this Tsume to get at him again."
Kiba thought about it, but then he shook his head. "I don't know." His hand went unconsciously up to his left forearm, and he began to gently scratch it.
Hige watched him with fascination. He wanted to keep his mind on the topic at hand. But... seeing Kiba touching the forbidden arm, he got a little sidetracked.
"I guess I could try explaining things to him again," His rubbing became more rigorous. "Calmly, so he doesn't think I'm bullying him."
Hige wasn't listening at this point. His hands were taking on a mind of their own as he reached out for his lover's arm; bringing it up to his lips he kissed where Kiba had been scratching. Kiba looked startled at first, but his senses relaxed into the feeling of his lover's touch.
The oranget's hands slid up and down Kiba's arm, entranced by the sheer lust for wanting to touch this arm. Hige's busy little hands slipped the sleeve up on Kiba's shirt revealing the pale under-toned arm.
Though his gasp was inward, his reaction to it was apperent. Kiba blushed slightly as Hige took in the large bubbled swell on his arm and went from his wrist all the way up a little past his elbow. Hige looked up into Kiba's eyes with question, but the brunet had another idea and quickly pressed his lips against Hige's.
The kiss was an obvious distraction, tasting of timid discomfort that was quickly flurishing into something else; Kiba's tongue was forceful as it dipped into his mouth, tasting something sweet that his boyfriend must have had earlier that still lingered on his tongue. The oranget wrapped his arm around his lover's shoulders for a more solid connection with him, trying both to keep up but not be dominated. Kiba's lips removed themselves from Hige's and he trailed them down his neck, causing Hige to sigh from pleasure, and he whispered warmly into Kiba's ear.
"Get on."
Kiba smiled, glad to comply, but he began to undo his jeans first. He sat up straight in the passanger's seat and got to work; and while he worked at opening and unzipping to pull them down; Hige leaned over in his seat rejoining their tangled kiss. Moon's hand reached down onto Kiba's lap, slipping past the jeans and the boxers to go inside.
Kiba's body shot back against the seat from a hot and cold pleasure rushing throughout his body, over feeling Hige's grip melt around his boiling member. "Aaahh!" His breathing became ragged and wanton and he hurried his jeans from around his waist and down to the floor. Wolf grabbed a hold of Hige's now exposed hand, bringing it up to his mouth licking away the wet Hige worked out of him.
Hige's eyes clouded with ecstacy watching the sight of it. God, he had to have him! Hige's right hand moved from his side so he could grab a hold of Kiba's waist, steering him back on their course of action. The Wolf teen planted a single kiss on his lover's lips before shifting his weight to a slightly standing position so he could move to the driver's side on top of Hige.
It was a tight fit, causing his butt to bump against the steering wheel, beeping the horn as he sat down straddled around both Hige's hips and a bit of the seat. The rejuvenated from his bad mood Moon, laughed silently thinking about some dirty porno he had seen once like this, but quickly brought himself back to his own porno that was playing out.
Hige helped Kiba remove his shirt over his head; his lips instantly attacked Kiba's hardened nipples. Picking the right side to work on, Hige licked warm circles around the tight nub from left to right. His fingers and thumb brushed and tweaked the left nipple with November cold fingertips, causing both a chill and warmth to run up and down Kiba's spine.
The brunet sighed a moan when the seat leaned back; he arched his back until he was able to rest his neck on the steering wheel to give Hige a deeper feel of his hip rolling work. Hige's right hand trailed into his lover's thick hair grabbing a handful of it to amuse his own pleasures from Kiba, who's doing something fierce with his hips, swirling them around over his own, applying delicious pressure on his erection.
Hige's body writhed beneath Kiba, and he moaned and grunted feeling heat over his lap. Bucking up into Kiba's ride of up and down, Hige closed his eyes to listen to the sweet sounds of his boyfriend's whispy panting. Realizing the distraction left things sort of one-sided, Moon latched onto Kiba's length, tugging as if he were milking a cow.
Kiba shuddered feeling the pressure changing back and forth with Hige's grip. He rocked his hips into the jerking, instead of rolling them around over the penatration. He needed more! Straightening his body to an upright position, Kiba's hands dropped around Hige's waist so he could ride him deeper.
Hige's head was in a spin over the whole situation. He can't even recall taking off his jeans, just that he was naked and loving this odd turn of events from Kiba's fears needing a release. Hige's swelled member burned heat into Kiba's body like an inferno, and he was addicted to the scorching. Lifting Hige's face up to meet his own, the two shared in a battle of a kiss. The pair's tongues fought for domination as they stabbed into the other's mouth back and forth.
Hige's hands gripped onto Kiba's ass and he slammed his lover's hips up and down over his shaft. When Kiba moaned, Hige won the liplock battle chosing then to clamp down onto his the Wolf teen's tongue, sucking lazily around it.
Kiba's moan was like a low seductive echo in the back of Hige's mind and he felt himself swimming in it. He was beginning to moan with every drop Kiba made down over his genitals, picking up the speed in which he slammed him down - faster! Faster! Their kissing has ceased to exsist now, their foreheads pressed together and they just warmed each other's faces with their breaths.
Kiba's inner walls closed around Hige with the strength of a hand, causing Hige arch away from the seat with enough force to lift himself and Kiba up as he came. Kiba wasn't far behind him, feeling his lover's liquid heat outlining the inside of his body; his cry of pleasure tuned into Hige's ear. The two collapsed in each other's arms while they calmed down.
Neither of them saw the curtains of the upstairs window sliding back over as a tiny figure behind it moved from sight.
...
Toboe listened to the sounds of Hige's car pulling out of the driveway. Kiba had said good bye to him; Hige could only laugh a response. Toboe scrunched into a ball when he heard his brother's footsteps heading up the stairs and to his room.
'I know where this is gonna go. They were probably talking about me the whole time. Up until that...' Pulling the blanket up over his head, he snuggled into the little nest he made for himself underneath the fabric. 'Well he can save it, because I already know.'
Three gentle taps hit the door of the younger Wolf's bedroom. Toboe flipped the blanket from over his head and looked down.
"Come in."
Kiba opened the door slowly, peeking his head inside the room first before he entered. "I... I wanted to say that I'm sorry, for earlier." His brother explained. "I didn't mean to pull you like that."
Toboe touched his arm, remembering the brutal dragging into the house. "Oh, haha. It was nothing. I barely felt it."
Kiba smiled slightly. "Yeah, well, I'm sorry..."
He wandered over to his brother's bed and sat down beside him. Toboe straightened up, tucking the blanket around his waist. He knew he was in for a loooong speech.
"I know you're gonna tell me it's pointless, but... I wanna explain something to you - okay?"
"Okay." Toboe leaned his head over onto his brother's shoulder and sighed.
"I know that... knowing Tsume is exciting for you." Kiba began. "But... He's gonna hurt you in the end, Toboe. Guys like him usually do."
"Hurt me how? He just wanted to hang out with me for a while." He shrugged. "Nothing special."
Kiba sighed, but the tiny smile never left his face - regardless, the seriousness his voice tried to iminate. "You're young, Toboe. I'm not calling you stupid or anything, but, there's a lot of things in life that you just don't get yet."
This time Toboe concealed a hidden smile, he had some idea of what his brother was getting at. "Such as?" He challenged his brother to say something about it.
"Such as... Well," Kiba had to turn his head away. He couldn't have this talk right now, as he was three seconds from laughing thinking about his own activities involving the very subject. "His outlook on life and way of thinking are years ahead of yours; and he might wanna do things with you that are wrong."
'So he is talking about what he and Hige were doing!' Toboe shook his head. 'Tsume wouldn't do that. He's not some pervert. He just really likes me.' "I'm not really sure what you're getting at," a slight lie. "But I'm sure that Tsume would never hurt me."
"But you don't understand; guys like this, Tsume, know how to talk you down." Kiba stood from the bed. "They have ways of making everything sound and look sugar-coated, when in reality.. they're just trying to do something that isn't right."
Toboe nodded. "I understand. I won't see Tsume again."
Kiba flashed him a satisfied grin. "Thank you." He leaned over and kissed his brother on top of his head. "Go to sleep, okay; it's a half-day tomorrow; then you've got the rest of the day to act like an idiot with your friends."
"Okay." Toboe returned to the nested position he was in before, and he closed his eyes waiting for the sleep to take over him.
Kiba walked out of the room and down the hall into the bathroom. 'Toboe's a smart kid. I have to give him more credit than what I do.'
Toboe lay quietly in his bed, Kiba's words were playing over in his head.
They have ways of making everything look and sound sugar-coated, when in reality.. they're just trying to do something that isn't right.
'Tsume's hand was on my leg when he took our picture.' His eyes opened and he blinked. 'Maybe I'm reading too much into this.' But then he remembered Tsume had said something to him before, words he didn't understand.
L'amo.
The word echoed over in his mind. 'What could that word mean? Maybe I should check it out at the library.' A smile appeared on his face though. The thought of Tsume or anyone wanting him sexually like Kiba and Hige seemed to want each other was kinda embarrassing, but nice.
He chuckled lightly. 'I wonder what he's doing right now?'
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