Post by Mashou no Tenshi on Jan 8, 2008 15:49:54 GMT -5
Well, here is a really random thing Ive wrote in the middle of my search from some readable nice fanfic that suits my complicated, highly specific and really annoying tastes.
The pairing is better apreciated if you discover while you read it. Let´s see who is the fastes one to figure it out...
It is highly uncorrected, so Ill be checking for mistakes later and pretty dipressing taking in acount my recent mood. When I get one of my depressions is impossible for me not to write like that. On the other hand when I am cheery my stories are disgustingly so too, so I guess I always suck at writing.
Thank you for your time
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It had always been an unspoken rule between them not to talk about these nights. Even if they could clearly see them in the others face when they were talking the next morning, with all the people around them unaware of the silent exchange.
He had made himself completely able to not think, dream or reflect about them too, at least most of the time.
The problem was that this night turned up to be different than most nights. The passion filled kisses showering his sensitive skin did not made that fact go away.
He mildly wondered, while responding a pleading kiss on his lips, what had gotten into him today but couldn’t find in his heart the strength to answer that to himself.
So he did what he always did. He clasped that wide back and pushed his partner to another kiss. An aggressive kiss which made both of them end up with swollen lips and lack of breath. But he didn’t end things there. He didn’t want to think nor feel, so he kept biting and caressing the skin with a violent despair so unlike himself.
His behavior seemed to excite his companion more. He had never seen him this way. The usually reluctant eyes looked at him with the warmness he had always knew them capable of, but was never able to experience.
From that point consciousness flew out the window, and the numbness filled him at once letting the pleasure wash him away. Just tonight, he could think of this kisses as his, for the desperate lust filled touches to be meant for his skin. But most especially it was that gaze, that light in his expression, the way he was the most precious thing in his regard while under it. The beautifulness of that look overwhelmed his already weak senses.
He would always be protected, wanted, adored and most importantly loved while in this pair of arms.
Arms strong and muscled under years of hard work. Arms that had longed to hold him.
He was blissfully unaware of the noises filling the tiny room that was all a college student with such a big family could afford. He consciously knew he was moaning but he could not feel a thing apart from his rapid heart beat and the way sweat kept rolling from his body.
When in a final burst he began to loose himself to sleep there was that last whisper that took reality back to him. It was only a name. But that name was the cause for his misery.
He mildly wondered what he would feel like if this man beside him would spare him a glance. Look at him, not just though him.
The first time it had happened he hadn’t known anything about that name that now was his torment. They had been both pretty drunk after a huge party for freshmen and had stumbled to their rooms laughing about one thing or the other. But when that usually smiling face had leaned to his, so serious and attractive, so filled with unshed tears and relief, it had taken his breath away.
-…him-a rush of the alcohol in his breath knocked his senses a little-Pale…not the eyes, though. But still…too much-the words hadn’t had a meaning in that moment, specially when what followed was a deep kiss. A deep, searching kiss that made him weak in the knees. They made their way towards the bed bumping and undressing, the heat everywhere in the atmosphere.
He hadn’t seen the other the next morning, but the deal was apparently sealed.
He was never the one to search for that, he usually found his partner at his door, the cheerful smile lost and a saddened expression that clenched his heart on his face.
He knew the man dozing next to him was not softly kissing his neck, nor was he caressing him with soft gentle touches. Even if the skin was his, the motion belonged to someone else.
To a certain someone else who had been lost to his sempai. Who was so deeply and fully missed that had taken this determined young man to this self destruction road. And even if he loved him so much, he couldn’t take him away from that, simply because he wasn’t the one that had put him there. He was only the closest substitute to the real thing.
But he was completely aware that the shade of his eyes wasn’t quite right. Plain brown was not what Momo saw while he was making him tremble under his loved filled touches. He saw feline like, huge, steel hard determined eyes. He saw a hair with a different tint than his. He heard another voice, one slightly more deep.
Momoshiro Takeshi had never seen one of his comforting smiles, he always saw an smirk so full of pride and a set of eyes that aimed higher. Higher than the sky and so far away from were Momo was.
He had a weakness for a rare branch of sweetness that had nothing to do with the caring ways of his affection, the one he had been willing to give so freely but was always rejected in the most unaware and painful ways.
He was hearing the light snoring from Momo, the pained reminder of what they had done, what they were, always stole away his soft happiness at the last moment, and the expression remained in his sleep.
He left a soft kiss on his lover’s cheek. He had to, just this once, make him truly and utterly happy. Just once, he said to himself.
-Mada mada dane, Momo-sempai-He tried to put pride, mischievousness and hidden care in his tone, just like he had hear he was supposed to.
And then it happened. Momoshiro Takeshi smiled. With such a childlike, uncaring bliss that he had to gasp for air and try to stop the utter warmness his heart wanted to feel for a gesture that wasnt his.
-Echizen…-came the soft whisper-Don’t…don’t be a cute brat…
He dressed and just as slowly slipped outside and close the door.
He couldn’t promise to himself he wouldn’t came back. But he did pray for the strength to never say or watch what he wasn’t supposed to.
The pairing is better apreciated if you discover while you read it. Let´s see who is the fastes one to figure it out...
It is highly uncorrected, so Ill be checking for mistakes later and pretty dipressing taking in acount my recent mood. When I get one of my depressions is impossible for me not to write like that. On the other hand when I am cheery my stories are disgustingly so too, so I guess I always suck at writing.
Thank you for your time
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It had always been an unspoken rule between them not to talk about these nights. Even if they could clearly see them in the others face when they were talking the next morning, with all the people around them unaware of the silent exchange.
He had made himself completely able to not think, dream or reflect about them too, at least most of the time.
The problem was that this night turned up to be different than most nights. The passion filled kisses showering his sensitive skin did not made that fact go away.
He mildly wondered, while responding a pleading kiss on his lips, what had gotten into him today but couldn’t find in his heart the strength to answer that to himself.
So he did what he always did. He clasped that wide back and pushed his partner to another kiss. An aggressive kiss which made both of them end up with swollen lips and lack of breath. But he didn’t end things there. He didn’t want to think nor feel, so he kept biting and caressing the skin with a violent despair so unlike himself.
His behavior seemed to excite his companion more. He had never seen him this way. The usually reluctant eyes looked at him with the warmness he had always knew them capable of, but was never able to experience.
From that point consciousness flew out the window, and the numbness filled him at once letting the pleasure wash him away. Just tonight, he could think of this kisses as his, for the desperate lust filled touches to be meant for his skin. But most especially it was that gaze, that light in his expression, the way he was the most precious thing in his regard while under it. The beautifulness of that look overwhelmed his already weak senses.
He would always be protected, wanted, adored and most importantly loved while in this pair of arms.
Arms strong and muscled under years of hard work. Arms that had longed to hold him.
He was blissfully unaware of the noises filling the tiny room that was all a college student with such a big family could afford. He consciously knew he was moaning but he could not feel a thing apart from his rapid heart beat and the way sweat kept rolling from his body.
When in a final burst he began to loose himself to sleep there was that last whisper that took reality back to him. It was only a name. But that name was the cause for his misery.
He mildly wondered what he would feel like if this man beside him would spare him a glance. Look at him, not just though him.
The first time it had happened he hadn’t known anything about that name that now was his torment. They had been both pretty drunk after a huge party for freshmen and had stumbled to their rooms laughing about one thing or the other. But when that usually smiling face had leaned to his, so serious and attractive, so filled with unshed tears and relief, it had taken his breath away.
-…him-a rush of the alcohol in his breath knocked his senses a little-Pale…not the eyes, though. But still…too much-the words hadn’t had a meaning in that moment, specially when what followed was a deep kiss. A deep, searching kiss that made him weak in the knees. They made their way towards the bed bumping and undressing, the heat everywhere in the atmosphere.
He hadn’t seen the other the next morning, but the deal was apparently sealed.
He was never the one to search for that, he usually found his partner at his door, the cheerful smile lost and a saddened expression that clenched his heart on his face.
He knew the man dozing next to him was not softly kissing his neck, nor was he caressing him with soft gentle touches. Even if the skin was his, the motion belonged to someone else.
To a certain someone else who had been lost to his sempai. Who was so deeply and fully missed that had taken this determined young man to this self destruction road. And even if he loved him so much, he couldn’t take him away from that, simply because he wasn’t the one that had put him there. He was only the closest substitute to the real thing.
But he was completely aware that the shade of his eyes wasn’t quite right. Plain brown was not what Momo saw while he was making him tremble under his loved filled touches. He saw feline like, huge, steel hard determined eyes. He saw a hair with a different tint than his. He heard another voice, one slightly more deep.
Momoshiro Takeshi had never seen one of his comforting smiles, he always saw an smirk so full of pride and a set of eyes that aimed higher. Higher than the sky and so far away from were Momo was.
He had a weakness for a rare branch of sweetness that had nothing to do with the caring ways of his affection, the one he had been willing to give so freely but was always rejected in the most unaware and painful ways.
He was hearing the light snoring from Momo, the pained reminder of what they had done, what they were, always stole away his soft happiness at the last moment, and the expression remained in his sleep.
He left a soft kiss on his lover’s cheek. He had to, just this once, make him truly and utterly happy. Just once, he said to himself.
-Mada mada dane, Momo-sempai-He tried to put pride, mischievousness and hidden care in his tone, just like he had hear he was supposed to.
And then it happened. Momoshiro Takeshi smiled. With such a childlike, uncaring bliss that he had to gasp for air and try to stop the utter warmness his heart wanted to feel for a gesture that wasnt his.
-Echizen…-came the soft whisper-Don’t…don’t be a cute brat…
He dressed and just as slowly slipped outside and close the door.
He couldn’t promise to himself he wouldn’t came back. But he did pray for the strength to never say or watch what he wasn’t supposed to.
