Fan Fiction ❯ Family ❯ one. ( Chapter 1 )

Standard notes apply: The characters depicted herein are fictional, and exist nowhere but my demented brain (and my sister's). Therefore, these boys are mine. If you want to borrow them, cool. Just point me in the direction of a finished product. If you don't, that's cool, too. Not many people can handle young boys having a sexual relationship.

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Dark hair hung to the young man's shoulders unevenly. He was young, in a way that could never be described right. His physical age was somewhere around eighteen, maybe as old as twenty. Mentally, intellectually, he was older, more in his forties. He walked the streets with a purpose, head held high, eyes never meeting anyone else's. He was king of his world, and nothing could change that. But like all kings, his attention was easily distracted.

For him, the boys living by the blackened skeleton of a grocery store caught his attention everyday. They were so young, too young to be on the street. Had he ever been that young himself? He pulled a cigarette from his pack and lit it, reminiscing.

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Growing up, Kira Ryouga was shunned. He was too smart for his own good, and his classmates knew it. His parents didn't, but that would change with one note from a conscientious teacher.

School was all he had. Home left much to be desired- the small apartment was filthy and cramped, too small for even the three of them. His parents were poor, and everything about them spoke of it. That wasn't even the worst of it, though. They liked being poor, wearing the same pair of underwear for six days in a row, the same grease-stained shirt for weeks. If they hadn't liked it, they would've made some effort to save themselves or their son from the taunting and tormenting of his schoolmates. But the social interactions of a lesser life form couldn't hurt Ryouga, and he continued to better himself for the sake of himself.

He'd always known he could, would rise above all of them, and he did. He was barely seven when his teacher pulled him aside and gave him a note to pass on to his parents. He read it to them, and they understood something. Not quite what the teacher had had in mind, but they understood. The boy could be their meal ticket. He could be successful, and put food on their table. Immediately, they tried to set up a marriage for him.

News of the young genius was spreading all over the city, reaching the ears of high society. One family offered their daughter, a proper young girl by the name of Yuki. Yuki and Ryouga met a few times, never once hitting it off. He'd sit there, waiting for anything, and she'd do something similar. He wanted nothing more than to be reading his book, and she thought he should make the first move. That plan fell through. Other families tried to gain the boy's attention, but to no avail. It seemed he wasn't interested in girls at all. Exasperated, his parents finally allowed him to go to a boarding school.

Life there was uneventful, but more difficult, too. Instead of being one of few that could calculate quadratic equations with ease; he was surrounded by people of his own level. Unsure of how to react to any of the changes, he withdrew, becoming even more of a recluse.

Ryouga was twelve when a mystery appeared. Rooming with him was another boy called only Katou. He'd made it his duty to befriend the socially-inept Ryouga, and attempted to fulfill it to the very letter. No matter where the dark haired boy tried to escape to, his blond shadow followed. Ryouga finally agreed to let Katou bother him, but made it quite clear that he didn't want any friends. Katou didn't care, and continued trying to coax Ryouga into games of checkers or dodge ball. All this attention confounded Ryouga, and he strove to understand his blond companion. A year before their graduation, at age fourteen, he finally gathered the courage to ask Katou why he continued to stay.

"I'm not good company, and I tried to kill you twice last year. Why are you still here?" Katou merely smirked, an expression that seemed forever in place. Midnight blue met ice, and Ryouga stared against the smirk. Ryouga conceded, and the ice blue eyes twinkled in silent laughter.

"If you really want to know," Katou began teasingly. "It's because you're cute." Faint blush streaked across pale skin, and Ryouga glared at the blond.

"Cute? That's it?" He was livid, indignant. Katou laughed, the sound echoing down empty hallways. He fell over, clutching his stomach.

"Yup. That's the only reason I hang around you. Oh, well, I do want to know what's so interesting about those books you've always got your nose in, but I can keep at this until I figure it out." Unwillingly, Ryouga glanced down at his book, something random he'd picked out in the library. What was it that captivated him so? A glint of light reflected in his narrowed eyes. Two could play at this.

"If you really want to know…it's because they turn me on." Which wasn't far from the truth. Certain books, full of dry descriptions, called to him, begged him to caress their spines and gently toy with their pages. Every word from one of them was like another kiss, a trail of them leading to his still untouched groin. Katou's smirk didn't have the decency to waver, and he chuckled.

"They turn you on? I could do a better job than some book." He reached for the fly of Ryouga's jeans, wanting to prove this bold pronouncement, but Ryouga stepped back. Katou smiled and walked forward, sandwiching the dark haired boy between a wall and himself. A hand reached up, falling softly onto a white button-down shirt. It skimmed lower, wanting none of the shoulders offered to it, and came to rest at waistband of black jeans. Questing fingers worked their way inside, tangling slightly in fine black hair. Lower, fingertips brushed against hardening flesh and Ryouga hissed.

Touch was foreign, something that didn't happen to him. It felt good, too. Almost too good to bear. A quiet sigh of relief escaped as a book filled Ryouga's vision. He could deal with the overload if he could distract himself.

A hand closed around his wrist, pulling the novel away, and a mouth covered his own. Neither was experienced, but Katou, at least, had some idea of what he was doing. A slight clatter told of the book falling to the floor, the hand it was previous perched in limp and yielding. The blond caught it in his own, intertwining their fingers. The hand down Ryouga's pants never ceased motion, slender fingers gently working into the pliant flesh. A sigh escaped into Katou's mouth. Pulling back, he stared quizzically at the other boy.

"You win." At Katou's puzzled expression, Ryouga explained further.

"You can turn me on better than my book. So, you win." The raven-haired teen hoped this would stop the attentions of his companion. Much more and he was sure to lose control. Unfortunately, that was precisely what Katou was aiming for. His trademark smirk firmly in place, he squeezed slightly, causing Ryouga to grit his teeth and turn his head away.

"If I do it better than the books, then I should continue, correct? There's no reason not to settle for the best." The best was precisely what Ryouga wanted, and it was true- Katou was better than any book.

"Fine," he conceded. "But on one condition." Katou's left eyebrow arched a little higher. "I want to be able to keep my book." Laughter erupted from the blond, merriment echoed in his eyes.

"If that's what'll keep you grounded, fine. Wouldn't want you to actually cum, now would we? Might make a mess of your pristine clothing." The teasing tone was almost more than Ryouga could take. Clenching a fist, he knelt down and picked up his discarded novel.

Such was the tone of their last year. Nightly, Katou would sit behind Ryouga, attempting to distract him more than the book. A sight they made: Katou in the windowsill, Ryouga in front of him, each with a hand down the front of Ryouga's pants.

Graduation came and went, the days passing in swift succession. Ryouga moved back to town, though choosing not to stay with his parents. It was understandable; in all the time he'd been gone, they'd sat at home, awaiting the next check to come from the government. Instead, he began renting a flat closer to the business district, inviting Katou to live with him. It had been that set up for three years now, and Ryouga didn't regret any of it. Occasionally, he'd stroll past his parents' home and see how they were, but it always depressed him. Their life was in the gutter, and there was nothing he was able to do about it. If he sent them money, they'd squander it on petty things like movies and eating out. It was no use, and he didn't care. They weren't his life anymore, nor would they be again.

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He supposed he'd never been so young as the boys living across the street from where he stood. It was something foreign to him, though it shouldn't have been. He'd been in almost the exact same situation growing up, except he hadn't had anyone to rely on until his twelfth year, when Katou entered his life. That was what really drew his attention so often: the boys were so like him. They didn't deserve that life. The cigarette, forgotten, had burned its way down to the filter and was making its presence known, the heat scorching his lips. Sighing, coming to a decision, he plucked it from between his now dry lips and ground out the cherry. Determined, he walked across the street.

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Tamasine was reading again. He'd salvaged some books from the remains of their parents' house, and was set on reading them all before winter came. That was his worry; winter. If they hadn't found adequate housing by then, they'd freeze for sure, becoming just another statistic in the newspaper. No one would mourn their passing, and they wouldn't even get a proper service. Tomo bounced a ball on the street, catching it easily. His hand/eye coordination was unrivalled. Footsteps made the both of them look up, meeting the eyes of the dark-haired stranger that watched them almost daily. Tamasine glared at the intruder and returned to his novel. The man held no interest for him except as a facet of daily life. Tomo, on the other hand, stood and greeted him, a bright smile on his youthful face. He'd seen the man several times in the past week, and was intrigued by him. He looked so solemn every time Tomo's eyes had been pulled to him. A slight smile graced the stranger's face at Tomo's greeting. He crouched a bit, coming to the boy's level.

"You and your brother look hungry. Can I buy you something to eat?" He seemed nice enough.

"No," came Tamasine's sharp reply. The man was a stranger, and he didn't want a repeat of the events that led them to living on the streets. There was no telling what the man wanted to do after he bought them food, and Tama didn't want to take a chance on the kindness of strangers. His protective instincts were rising.

Ryouga looked a little down at the tone of Tamasine's voice; he'd hoped his offer would be accepted. Anything to get them off the dirty sidewalk. They obviously deserved more than this, and he'd wanted to be the one to help them. Something about their very nature drew him to their side, it was one of the reasons he watched them every day. The older one, with the book, he looked like someone who didn't give a damn about anything in the world. It was wrong, of course, because it was plain for anyone to see that his twin meant everything to him. The refusal was final word, though. Ryouga stood again and ran a hand through Tomo's hair before walking off. Life continued on to see another day.

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He was across the street again. Tamasine had spotted him as soon as they emerged from their hiding place. It'd been two days since he tried to get the boys to stay with him, and two days since he'd been seen by them. Briefly, Tama wondered what he'd been doing for the two days he hadn't been watching them, but decided the man wasn't worth his time. It wasn't any of his concern what the potential child molester did with his days.

Tomo wanted to rush across and talk to him some more. Glancing at his brother, he waved to the man. Tamasine glared. Tomo quickly put his arm back down, instead going back to bouncing the little rubber ball against the pavement. There was, perhaps, a bit less enthusiasm in his game.

Ryouga watched them for a moment longer before turning and heading back home. His thoughts kept returning to the twins, alone and vulnerable to the dangers of life. Little did he know, they'd already encountered those dangers and proved they could handle anything the world threw at them. At least, they could if all the world threw at them were rapist kidnappers working on experimental drugs. Life, it seemed, had other plans, though.

As he reached the door to his building, Ryouga ground out another dead cigarette and pulled out the keys, unlocking the door and heading upstairs. He dropped his coat, something nice and woolen, on the back of a chair and walked into the kitchen. The message light was blinking on his phone, but he ignored it. Instead, he opened the fridge and found a pot of yogurt. Retrieving a spoon from the dishwasher, he sat at the breakfast bar and pushed the message button.

Ryouga…I'm bored, where are you? You're gone every time I call. Why is that? Anyway, you already know who this is, so I'll just tell you to call me when you get the urge. Last time I was there, I programmed your phone…my number is speed dial 1. I mean it, Ryouga. Call me.

Katou, as usual. Nobody else ever called. After a swallow of the creamy snack, he erased the message. He'd call eventually. Maybe.

The day was slow in passing, and entertainment was lacking. Finally, night came and with it, sleep.

Night found Ryouga getting out of his bath, his hair damp and a towel wrapped around his slender frame. Sliding into cool sheets, he slumbered.

_

The twins were secure in their hiding spot, a lean-to made of not too charred wood from the store. Blankets surrounded them, but they weren't covered. Instead, Tamasine was pulling black pants off his brother's legs, showering the skin he exposed with kisses light as feathers. Tomo bit down on the knuckle of his right index finger, trying not to make any noise that would arouse suspicion. When his brother had bared all his legs, he shimmied back up, intent clear in his pale brown eyes. A muffled cry greeted his ears as he closed his mouth around his twin's already hard penis. For Tomo, it was a shock of hot wetness that enveloped his young organ. Fighting not to clamp his legs around his brother's head, he bit harder on his knuckle. It was a losing battle, but he managed to leave Tamasine's head relatively untouched. His free hand wound into the hair tickling his thighs, tightening down and pulling a few out. Tamasine winced, his lips popping free of his brother's penis.

"Don't pull so hard." He warned. Tomo nodded, remorseful. Tama never liked pain, yet another point where they differed. Adjusting his hips, Tomo loosened his grasp on Tama's hair. The elder twin looked at his brother's now painful erection and sighed, sitting up. Tomo lay still, staring at his twin.

"Aren't you going to finish what you started?" Tama rocked onto his heels and stood, exiting their home for a walk in the cool night. Tomo watched the door long after he'd left, finally gathering the strength to pull back on his pants. An eternity later, he slept.

_

Tama walked where his feet carried him. His mind was blissfully clear of thought, so he mused. His travels took him to the next neighborhood, and the one after it. He stopped irregularly, staring up at lit windows, briefly wondering about the people who lived through them. It was none of his concern, but he had an undying thirst for knowledge of any sort, and the mysterious windows only served to feed his curiosity. He missed windows. The windowsill in their room had been his favorite place to read: one leg up on the sill with him, the other dangling, his toes barely reaching the ground. On quiet, rainy days, Tomo would come and sit on the floor below him, clinging to his leg like it was a lifesaver. It was the quiet he longed for the most…the rare days when both boys were content to sit inside all day. Eventually, he returned to their "home," somehow feeling worse than when he left.

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Again, Ryouga stood across the street, watching the twins play. He knew of only one sure way to get them off the street: he had to force them into his house.

It sounded wrong, even to him, to take them in like that. He wanted it to be their choice, but that wasn't happening. So he waited.

His chance came later that afternoon. The twins were on their way to the market, wanting something fresh for dinner. If he couldn't convince them today, he'd have to give up. They'd already stolen two weeks of his life, and he couldn't bear to lose more to them if they weren't in his house.

_

"Tama, I think I want cereal for dinner. Can we?" Tomo pleaded for dry crunchy food best served with milk. Tamasine groaned, knowing it would take too long for the two of them to walk down the cereal aisle then across the store for milk.

"Go pick out what one you want. I'll go get the milk." They split, and Ryouga saw his opportunity. Sidling up to Tomo, he smiled. This would almost be easy.

"Hey, you're the kid from the street, right? You still look hungry…you want something warm for dinner? I'll buy." The light brown eyes lit up at the idea, then darkened as the two came to the same realization.

"I can't…Tama'll be mad." Avoiding the very tempting phrase of 'he won't have to know,' Ryouga nodded.

"If you still want something later, come by here." As Tamasine came back with the milk, Ryouga left, slipping something into Tomo's small hand.