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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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On the west side of town.
Tsume returned home from shopping; he's carrying a small plastic bag in one hand while he slipped off his sunglasses with the other; he walked over to the phone checking to see if he had any messages - there were none - so he then wandered into the kitchen with his groceries.
"Hhh." He sighed dryly, looking over a package of hot dogs. "How the hell do you cook these things, anyway?" Flipping from the front to the back, he grumbled again in frustration dropping the dogs onto the counter. The next item from the bag was a small box of oven-heat macaroni.
'Seems simple enough.'
Unpackaging the meal, Tsume then dropped the item onto an oven tray then he slid it into the pre-heating oven. Drifting into his bedroom so he could wait for his late night meal; Tsume began to strip his clothes away. The model sighed in wishing that someday it would be Toboe undressing him. Touching him... Desiring him, just as much as he wanted him.
A low hum rumbled in his throat, as he pulled up his silky red pajama pants, the waistband snapped over his crotch. He chose to ignore the slowly growing erection that was about to take place as he reached for his shirt. Leaving the shirt open, Tsume strolled around his bedroom remembering his little treasure's words and emotions.
"This room is so cool!" The teen beamed. Toboe had walked over to the bed as though he were drawn to it, not the least bit shy about pulling over the thick covers to take a look at the sheets. "I kinda guessed they'd be black." He smiled.
Tsume touched his bed running the palm of his hand over it. 'Someday you'll see what I can do in this bed, Toboe.' The model gazed at the spot where the boy's hand had fallen. A low rapping at his door, pulled Tsume's attention away from his thoughts, and he padded angrily to the door. Yanking it open, he glared at his neighbor. "What?!"
Jet grinned sheepishly seeing Tsume's night wear. "You usually don't wear that sort of thing unless you're entertaining someone," stated the boxer, trying to look past the model for whom his house guest was.
Tsume cocked an eyebrow turning his head left to right trying to look over his shoulder at whatever called his friend's attention away. "What are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the guy you've got stashed in there." The man replied.
"Guy? What makes you think...?" Tsume asked in a coy manner.
"Oh, come on," Jet waved a hand. "Everybody knows you're into guys. Why do you think your fan-base rose so much when all that scandal stuff started. This is Japan Tsu', it's not like America."
"Well, whatever; either way, there's no one here." Tsume was beginning to close the door. "I dress nicely for myself. Gotta keep up that appearance, ya know."
"No wait, you forgot about these." Jet slung the man's boxers and tank top at him. "Next time, at least don't let that be the reason they're dirty - if you want me to wash them."
"Yeah, yeah..." He bunched the wad of clothes between his hands and started to close the door again.
"One more thing," The boxer insisted. He was beginning to try Tsume's patience.
"Yes?"
"Now, I didn't wanna say anything... because I wasn't really sure what to make of it..." He paused. "But if you're thinking about starting anything with that kid,"
"A kid?" He tried to sound surprised, shocked and appalled.
"I know it sounds weird, but, that's what some guys are into." Jet held up his hands in defense. "I just want you to be careful, ya know. You're my friend."
Tsume smirked at that then backed up behind the door. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not starting anything with a boy." He shrugged. "I just wanted to help him home."
"Yeah, but to whose?" The two shared a heated glare, but Jet blinked first with a sigh. "Just remember what I said."
"I will. Good night, Jet." He closed the door. "Asshole, mind your own business." Smelling the food, Tsume hurried to the kitchen to make sure it wasn't burning.
# #
The kitchen was bare again after an hour. It was as though no one were in there at all; though the trash has some new company, with the small dish of macaroni that had a few hot dog chunks sliced into it. Tsume didn't care for the taste at all, so he turned in for bed.
It's around 12:30 p.m.
Tsume found it impossible to get to sleep. He's dreaming again, one of the hundreds of dreams he's had since he'd first laid eyes on the young angelic teen.
'Your bed is so soft Tsume.' Toboe says as he climbed under the covers with an alluring look in his eyes. 'You must wanna stay in here all day.'
'I've got a better place I'd rather stay all day.' The model would reply as he climbed across the bed directly to the teen, looming over his smaller body.
'Why don't you show me...' Toboe's hands came up to unbotton the model's shirt.
Tsume removed Toboe's pants with ease, tossing them to the floor. 'I see you didn't wear underwear.' Tsume smirks. 'Looks like someone's planning to show me what they know.'
Toboe smiled impishly as he wrapped his arms around Tsume's shoulders to elevate his body up. The young teen coiled his legs around the model's hips pressing their bodies together. 'Give me what you think I know.'
Tsume dropped his weight onto the bed in one fluid motion, pressing himself down on top of his desire. Toboe sighed in the feeling of the model's pressure against his tiny body, and his back arched as far away from the bed as much as it could with Tsume on top of him. Tsume anchored Toboe's hips in his grip, and rocked into him back and forth until Toboe's member was nice and wet.
Toboe moaned feeling Tsume's finger lubing itself from the tip of his length; then searched for his opening. Outside of the dream, Tsume's hands had wound themselves around the blanket, his body was moving unconsciously up and down just as in his dream.
'Uuuhh, harder Tsume. Faster.' The teen panted.
Tsume did just as his little lover asked and started a full scale humping session on his bed. Tsume was fully aware now that he was dreaming as his eyes half-lid to open. He didn't care what he was doing now, he needed to release.
"Aaa! Uuuuaaa!" He moaned as his body continued to act out the dream as though he were still there.
His fingers dug deep into his bed sheets; his moaning had become so loud now that he bit into the pillow to stop it. His teeth were doing a fine job of leaving their mark with a little holes tearing there. Tsume reached out for a handful of blanket to stuff under himself for more pressure but...
"Hhhrrrr - No!" He froze, body in mid-air over the bed, held up by the strength of his forearms. "Not like this." He panted.
A moment later, Tsume left his bedroom, seeming composed enough as he made his way over to his objective location. The couch.
"Toboe," he said to the young teen, who sat on his long black leather couch. "Would you like to give me the same pleasure that I give to you." It was more a statement than a question. The Wolf teen smiled, innocently, as always at him and he gave an enthusiastic nod.
The model stepped in front of the couch, where Toboe had sat earlier that morning, and he straddled the place where the boy's indentation had still remained. "Today," he continued to speak outloud. "You're gonna try your hand at a blowjob. Think you're up for it?"
'Well, I'm not sure I know how, but... I'll try.' Toboe replied.
"Hahaha, good to know." Tsume reached blindly beside the couch, pulling open the side table drawer.
Feeling around at the objects inside, his hands finally made contact with the item he wanted. A small tube of lubricant; handing it off to his free hand, he then reached inside the drawer again pulling out a tiny pair of clipper scissors. Stabbing a small enough hole into the couch with them; Tsume opened the bottle of lube and squirted it inside the hole. Tossing the items aside, he then grabbed a hold of the couch where Toboe's head would have been and he slowly began to move his member into the unforgivingly-sized hole.
The teen made low choking sounds in the back of his throat. Tsume chuckled. "Take it slowly, and you'll get it." He caressed the teen's hair lovingly.
Toboe squeezed Tsume's ass, pressing him forward into his mouth. The hole in the leather couch began to expand away as the width of Tsume's member moved into it. A low hiss came from the model as the almost human-like feeling of a mouth encased his burning member tightly. The sponge inside the couch squished from the wet lubricant as Tsume pumped himself in and out of the hole, leaving human moisture inside as well. His moans were low at first but the faster he ground the louder he became.
"Aaa! Aaa!" He pressed his forehead against the wall, panting ragedly.
His hips slammed harder and harder into the couch; the hole in the chair never lost its tightness; the leather was only trying to return to its original state. Tsume's right hand let go of the couch and took a course along his lower back. His finger then went between his butt brushing gingerly over the hole. The model smiled feeling this, and began to speak to his imaginary partner again.
"Why Toboe, you have learned a thing or two." Tsume removed his finger from what it was doing giving it a quick dip into the hole of the couch, once satisfied with the amount of lube on it, he returned the finger to what it had previously been doing.
"Rrrr," He bared his sharp teeth in pleasure feeling the insertion of the finger.
Tsume made sure only to allow the finger in halfway, as Toboe's fingers wouldn't reach deep enough to certain parts inside of his body. His steady ramming pace into the couch never lost its momentum as he wriggled his finger around causing his entire body to pulse.
Tsume's forehead banged into the wall as he lurched forward, but he didn't care, he was so close now he could taste it himself. The model gave the mischievous little finger a friend by shoving another finger in beside it. Ignoring his own plan to keep it in thought, Tsume shoved his fingers in as far as they could go. A sharp moan broke free from his mouth as he pumped his fingers inside of himself. Five, six times until he released. His semen filled the whole in his couch; and weakness he dropped his weight over the back of the seat. Remembering that he would have crushed Toboe - if he were there - he moved over to the side.
Tsume casually caught his ragged and tremblings breaths, his mind slowly returning to full-on alert reality. And he began to laugh. A low sound that started to pick up towards the end. "Ahahahaha... AHAHAHA!" As his laughter died down; he ran a spent hand over his face, and sighed. "I need to stop kidding myself like this," He said quietly. "Toboe is far too innocent to ever do something like this with anyone."
Standing, he adjusted his clothes and returned quietly to his room. 'I'd be honored to be your first, my Toboe.' A thin smile graced his lips. 'Just a few weeks more, you'll be begging me for it.'
He closed his bedroom door, then began to take off his night-clothes. Tsume decided that tonight he'd sleep naked. In honor of the day he will claim Toboe Wolf as his own. And the two will wake up that way together.
# #
Toboe Wolf woke up the next morning to the smell of pancakes. He smiled as he took the scent up his nose, thinking about the syrupy buttery taste, combined with the fluffy sponge-like texture.
"Toboe!" His brother called from what sounded like the foot of the stairs.
The younger Wolf grinned suddenly, unsure as to why though; and he chuckled pressing his forehead into the pillow. "Hhhhmmm - What a night!" He sprang up from his covers with his arms spread. The heavy blanket toppeled lifelessy to the floor as the teen continued his stretch. "Gee," He straightened hisself up. "I haven't slept that good in months."
"Toboe!" Kiba called again.
"I'm coming, I'm coming!" Replied Toboe.
Slipping out of bed, he recovered his blanket fluffing any dust or dirt that might have clung to it off, before he spread it back over his bed. As the blanket lowered from the sky over the bed, Toboe heard a low moan echo from his ears.
'I wonder what that was about?'
A quick flash rushed through his mind, and in this flash he saw a vivid image of Tsume Keina, laying on his bed wth his arms spread apart waiting for him to join him. With a dim blush stained on his cheeks, Toboe walked out of his bedroom to the bathroom. Once he made it downstairs, his brother greeted him with a smile, and a plate filled with food.
"Are those for me?!" Toboe practically begged, starving, and not willing to wait for whatever was on the stove to finish.
"Of course they are." Kiba set the syrup down beside the plate. "Eat up. I let you sleep in because the school called and they aren't open until nine today." Kiba returned to the stove turning it off, then sat down infront of his own breakfast and started eating.
"Nine? How come?"
"Because it's snowing, runt!" Hige burst into the Wolf home - as usual - and pitched a snowball at the younger of the brothers. Who caught it right in the ear.
Toboe's face couldn't have lit up any brighter as he hopped up from the table. "Really!? Kiba can I go outside?" He looked at his brother with big glassy eyes and a puppy face gracing his lips.
Kiba smiled faintly as he nodded. "Just make sure you cover up."
"I will!" Toboe hurried into the hall for the closet quickly pulling it open, he reached for his coat and hat; slipping the hat into the pocket so he could put on his puffy coat. "Thanks Kiba!" He called into the kitchen as he rushed out the door after Hige.
"Hn. So much for breakfast."
The front door opened again and Toboe returned to the kitchen grabbing four pancakes from the stack then rolling them into a crepe he dashed back outside. Kiba shook his head in dismay, glad his brother had forgotten about yesterday, and hopefully this Tsume guy altogether.
"Did you get 'em?" Hige asked when he saw the boy appear at the door.
"Duh," Toboe replied, handing one of the swiped goods to his friend.
"Thanks, runt." Hige patted Toboe's head, thoroughly rubbing in a snowball that was concealed within his hand.
"Haha, you're lucky I'm too hungry to care about that." Toboe said humorously. Nothing was better than a snow day. Even if he still had to go to school. "...Mmmm, these are really good."
"Yeah!"
"You see," said an approaching voice. "I told you he'd be out here."
"Hi, Mrs. Cher." Toboe greeted through a mouthful.
The guardian smiled at the boy, reaching up she brushed the snow out of his hair. "You should put your hat on, Toboe, you wouldn't wanna catch a cold."
"Says a teacher." The boy smiled.
"Says somebody who loves you."
He'd forgotten he stuck his hat in his coat pocket. "Hey, Cheza, you want some breakfast. My brother just made it."
Cheza held her hand out for the offered piece, but her face looked so sad. Toboe frowned a moment wondering what was wrong with her. He was all set to ask, when Cher interrupted him.
"Toboe, is your brother inside?"
"I don't know where else he'd be."
Cher rubbed Cheza's arms up and down before she walked towards the house; patting Toboe on the head as she went. "I'm glad you're ok, sweetie." She muttered truthfully.
Toboe gave her the same look he gave Cheza, those two sure were acting strange today. Maybe they didn't like the weather? Shrugging, Toboe wolfed down the rest of his breakfast before he picked up a handful of snow and began packing it.
Cher walked into the house turning into the kitchen at the sound of the water running from the sink. "I see Toboe is all right." She inquired.
"Yeah, he's fine - all things considered." Wolf replied. He shook his wet hands into the sink then reached for a napkin - actually two - from the napkin holder. "Have a seat?" He gestured to the table.
Cher pulled one out and sat down; her face looking as though she were positively anxious to say something. Kiba joined her at the table; absently he reached for Toboe's bookbag to make sure he had everything. Cher remained silent.
Alright. "You wanted to speak to me?" Kiba asked.
"I just wanted to say how..." She needed a strong enough word. "Extremely sorry I am for letting Toboe get snatched yesterday. I assure you it won't happen again. I'm going to keep him in my classroom up until I leave myself, and see you out there."
Kiba smiled at her sincerity. "It really isn't necessary."
"But I can't help but think that it is!" Cher shook her head as though she were confused. "Toboe is just a little boy, Kiba; who knows what may have happened to him within that time he was with that man."
"I already took care of it. And trust me, Toboe understands - and he swore to me he'd never see him again." Kiba shrugged. "I have to give him enough trust with that so he knows I'm not babying him. I promised to myself that when he came back, I would stop." With a tight nod, he ended. "And I will. He's fourteen not four."
Cher was amazed - or bewildered. Where Kiba got his strength from she didn't know. But she could have used some herself. "Kibaaa," She paused looking out the window at the three of them. "I can't help but feel protective over Toboe as well; after all, I took you both in after I found out about your parents."
Kiba bit his tongue. Cher didn't have to go there with him. Did she think he didn't know all that already!? This conversation was over. He declared. "Mrs. Cher, listen, I'm doing a pretty good job of raising Toboe; and so far we haven't really needed you that much anymore, so... I would really appreciate it if you would just... let me handle this for a while." He kept his voice calm and mild, ending the sentence by standing to leave the room.
Cher let out a breath that she held in. 'Kiba, you are always acting so grown up. I just wish you would be a kid again - for once, and let me take care of you.'
"It's eight thirty five. Let's go." Kiba said as he was leaving the house.
Saddened moans and groans from his lover and brother filled a tiny bit of airspace as Kiba led the way to the car. He handed Toboe his bookbag and hurried him into the backseat of Hige's car. "Can Cheza come with us?" Asked Toboe looking out the window at his friend.
"It's up to Cher." Kiba watched the woman walking towards them.
"What?" She asked.
"Can Cheza ride with us today, Mrs. Cher, pleease?"
"Sure, go ahead, honey. I've gotta go home and get my things together anyway." She kissed her daughter atop her head and waved goodbye.
Cheza waved goodbye as well, then climbed into the car.
"See ya, Cher!" Hige called with a hand up over the car.
Cher raised a hand in response, then she turned away to her house.
"She's gloomy, huh?" The cheerful Moon muttered.
Kiba shrugged, he didn't disagree either way.
The car rolled slowly out of the driveway and onto the road, trugging slowly down the street.
Toboe tapped Cheza on the shoulder, leaning in close to speak so he wouldn't be heard. "Cheza, what's the matter? Why do you look so sad?" He asked.
"This one's..." She swallowed hard over her hesitation then tried again. "This one's parents are separating..." Her eyes were so sad, but no tears fell from them. Toboe frowned, wrapping his arms around the girl's bony shoulders.
"I'm sorry, Cheza," he whispered in a hushed tone. 'I wonder why they're separating all of a sudden? He questioned himself. 'Was it.. because of me...?'
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