Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Please ❯ Please ( Chapter 1 )

In these dark places, where no one can see, I come to you. I come in a moment of weakness. I can't help it. You know that, though, don't you? I can't help needing to be that little boy you miss, when I see that lost look in your eyes. Even though we're at a dinner party. Even though you're with my sister. Even though I'm with my lover. You can feel the years tear into me with tender-hooks. You can see how much I need to remember; that I can never forget.

 

Love... Tohma, you know how important it is to hurt, inside. "Close the door."

 

We're in our hosts' closet, pressed together, behind other secrets people want to forget. Musky jackets. Out of date slacks. The past is horrifying, time moves at frightening speed. "Oh." Your hand is under my shirt. Your whisper tickles my ear. "You're so dirty-minded, Eiri-boy."

 

Yes. Call me Eiri-boy. Make me sixteen, again. Sixteen and ready for the world. The world I saw in his eyes. The eyes I see when you call me by my heart's name. My own name. I can hear him in your voice, when you say it. "Oh, fuck, yeah." My hand is in your hair. My cock is in your mouth. My breath is in the words that jumble out and make me fall to the floor.

 

There's no song like moaning. Nothing as desperate as your fingers tracing death and sex on my skin. We fumble. We flop. We cry and say names like cocksucker, pervert, whore, and my love. The last one, the most obscene one, comes from me.

 

"Eiri... you are so tight." You kiss me, you make it burn when you press down and push yourself hard, up into me. It stings. "Tight..." It stings, it hurts, it fucks me up.

 

"Oh, yes..." I want it to. I want to feel you hurt me. "Hurt me, Tohma."

 

"Hurt me, what?" Your breath is a fairy's wing. Your hands are everywhere. Your smile is watching me. Everywhere, like your hands. "What do you say, when you want something, Eiri-boy?"

 

The stars, the planets, the sun and the moon all tilt toward one inevitable word. One conclusion. Only one thing: "Please?"

 

"Ah, yes." Then the spinning begins, again. He starts it with one movement: one thrust. "You're such a good...boy..."

 

Oh yes. Make me your good little boy. Make me that way, again. Make me remember, like you always do. "Tohma..."