Gravitation Fan Fiction ❯ Unbeating Heartache ❯ Chapter One: The Meeting ( Chapter 1 )

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]
By: Kolie
Shuichi wakes up in a house that isn't his and has his first face-to-face confrontation with the blonde vampire...

Anime/Manga: Gravitation Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Horror / Drama / Supernatural / Psychological / Angst | Type: Alternate Universe | Uploaded On: 04.08.2006 | Pages: 5 | Words: 10.5K | Visits: 275 | Status: Work In Progress

Kay…I wrote this chapter about six months ago and it's not the great, but I hope that you enjoy it. I promise that the next chapters are better because I wrote them only months ago. *sighs* I had a bad case of writer's block when it came to this story…but never fear because I've got sooo many ideas for it now!...
Enjoy!...
Disclaimer: If you've read anything that I've written, you know that it's not mine…
Chapter One
The Meeting
Vibrant amethyst eyes opened slowly, taking their time in absorbing the bright sunlight that flooded the room that their owner was asleep in. Once they were adjusted, they grew to about two times their normal size and their owner shot up in the bed, looking wildly around the room.
This wasn't his room! Hell, this wasn't even his house! Where was he? What had happened last night? The boy ransacked his mind, searching for his memory. The last thing he remembered was Hiro leaving him. And the vision…the vision and that damn voice! The boy growled. Everything after that was black. He must've passed out and someone abducted him. He lifted the covers and looked underneath them. Well, he was still fully dressed and his ass didn't hurt, so he guessed that the person hadn't tried to take advantage of him, but still! Who had the nerve to take him away? Who would want him?
`I do.'
A terrified scream tore out of the boy's throat and he clutched his head in his hands. “Go away!” he yelled and pounded his palms into his forehead. “Leave me alone!”
The voice didn't respond but the boy was still prepared to hear it again. He had to be prepared for everything these days. The voices, the visions, life…it was all just too damn frustrating.
Sighing, the boy pulled his hands away from his head and carefully swung his legs over the edge of the bed, hopping down to the floor gracefully. He quickly walked over to the door, his big boots clunking loudly on the hardwood floor, and pulled the doorknob. It didn't turn at first so the boy tried again, and it still didn't turn. He jiggled the handle harshly and found himself locked inside. He went over to the window and tried to lift it, but found that it was locked. He looked for a latch to unlock it, but found none. He threw his fist at the glass with all his force and his fist just bounced off it. The boy stared between his hand and the window in disbelief.
`All the exits are sealed. You're not leaving until I can speak with you, face-to-face.'
The boy stared wildly around the room and his eye caught on his reflection in a mirror hanging on the wall. Something was different, but he would've never noticed it if it wasn't for his preternatural gifts. His aura was a different color. It wasn't the usual violet, but it was almost a red-violet. There was only way for his aura change to colors that didn't reflect his mood. Another presence was residing within his body.
`I don't know who or what you are or how you're doing this, but get the fuck out of my head.'
A small chuckle echoed throughout his mind. `Why are you talking so harshly to the person who saved your life?'
It was his turn to laugh. `Yeah, and what a life you saved. Why didn't you just leave me to die? I wouldn't have argued it.'
Silence filled his mind but he knew, wherever the owner of the other voice was, the man was thinking.
`Do not talk to me of death and suicide, my fallen angel. You are a much stronger person than that.'
The boy scowled. `Your fallen angel?' The boy laughed. `You don't even know me.'
`No? I've found out plenty in my time spent roaming the empty void of your mind as the day has passed,…Shindou Shuichi.' The boy gasped, and the voice chuckled. `But I'm still curious as to how you got your amazing abilities. That, I couldn't seem to find.'
`Get out of my head!' the boy demanded. “Get out of my fucking head!” he yelled.
`As you wish, love,' the voice said then diminished.
Slowly, the boy's aura returned to its normal blue and he sighed. “What in the hell was that?” he whispered. He had never had another psychic being hack into his mind just to “look around”. No, it was always to find information on how he could be destroyed or diverted from helping innocents. “What do you want from me?” he muttered and slumped down onto the bed, lying on his back with his legs dangling over the edge.
The man wanted to find out how he had gotten his powers, but how could the man know when he didn't even remember himself? He barely even remembered his past or his parents. Small snippets came back to him once in a while but they would be gone almost as soon as he remembered. It was almost as if someone had put a charm on his mind to restrain him from remembering. But he hadn't just been born with the powers, he knew that much. No, someone had done this to him. Why? He didn't know, but would pay any price to find out.
The boy sighed and ran his hands over his face and into his vibrant hair. How long had he spent sleeping? He searched the room for a clock but didn't find one. Well, it had been around one when he and Hiro had started their argument. He could look at the sky to see what time it was, but without knowing what time the man found him it was useless. He yawned. However long it was, he was tired again.
Sighing, the boy climbed back underneath the white silk sheets and black comforter, curling in a ball on his side. He stared at the wall for what seemed like forever before sleep finally overcame his senses and he was carried into the world of dreams…
…The night was dark and the boy was running, the fridged winter air freezing the tears on his face and the limbs exposed by his ripped clothing. He threw a quick glance over his shoulder, but found that it was useless. He couldn't see anything in this alleyway except for the growing sliver of moonlight ahead of him. The exit…that was all that mattered.
The boy blocked out his own footsteps as best as he could and opened his ears, listening for the footsteps of the ones following him. Clunk, clunk, clunk… They weren't far behind now. The boy pushed himself harder and ran as fast as he could. He had to get away. There was no telling what those people were going to do to him if they caught him.
The light was growing larger and larger and, finally, the boy emerged into the bright moonlight. The looked around frantically for something to hide him, but, just like every other town he'd been chased into and out of, it was abandoned. The footsteps were getting closer. The boy closed his eyes and took off in one direction, hiding behind a dumpster next to one of the town's small, empty shops.
The footsteps were exiting the alleyway now and the boy closed his eyes against them, tears streaming down his face as he saw the shadows moving beyond his closed eyelids. Eventually, the footsteps died off. The boy hadn't realized how many people were following him until then. He had to get away fast or he would be dead for sure.
Cautiously, the boy stood and tiptoed out from behind the dumpster. He looked around and, when he found no one was there, he took off running back down the alleyway. He had finally gotten away. He was free to roam and do what he pleased; although, he still had to be make sure that he used a pseudonym and changed his appearance. He ran his hands through his dirty blonde hair. What color should he dye it? Red, brown, black? No! He'd dye it…
Before he had a chance to think the color, the boy was tackled to the ground from behind.
“You didn't think you were going to get away from me that easily, did you?” a familiar voice growled in his ear. He could feel the man's breath against his neck and he cringed. This wasn't going to turn out the way he wanted it to. “Answer my question, beautiful one,” the man growled and grabbed a handful of the boy's hair in his hand, pulling back to lift his face from the hard ground.
“A-apparently so, Master,” he boy managed to say, despite the lump in his throat.
A smirk from above and behind him and the weight was lifted from the boy's back. The boy took a great, gasping breath, and tried his best to suppress a squeal as he was lifted from the ground by his hair.
“Stand up and follow me,” the man said, slapping heavy cuffs onto the boy's wrists.
“Yes, Master,” the boy said ashamedly.
The man that the boy loved and hated started to walk in the direction the boy was trying to get away from and the boy followed, the heavy chains clapping against each other as he walked.
The boy sighed. His life was hell. When he was four years old, his parents died in a house fire. He didn't know how he survived; all he knew was that he was given to distant relatives that didn't care for him. A year later, they turned him over to the man who the boy had immediately been told to call “Master” because that's what he was. He was the master and the boy was his slave. Since then, he had lived in the man's large house and done whatever the man asked of him. Every time he tried to escape, he was caught and given to the townspeople for punishment. They could do whatever they wanted with him, just as long as they didn't hurt his face or break any of his bones. He was too invaluable to his master to not be able to be put to work. He may have looked like he a few years younger than he actually was, but that didn't mean that his master didn't work him any less hard.
They walked out of the alley and into the small town plaza of shops and the boy was relieved to see that none of the others were there. The man seemed to sense the relief from the boy because he chuckled.
“Floggings from them won't be your punishment this time, love. No, I have bigger plans for you.” The boy gulped at his master's words. That could only mean one thing… “You have disobeyed me for the last time, my Shuichi.”
Tears that the boy had been struggling to hold back fell down his face, but the man showed no sympathy. The boy should have known that this would come sooner or later, the man tended to mentally fuck him whenever the boy was in his presence anyway. It had all just been a matter of time.
The man stopped in the middle of the street and looked around him…assessing the area, the boy guessed. After a while the man shrugged and headed into one of the empty buildings, grabbing onto the boy's chains so he couldn't run away.
The boy wouldn't let himself cry. He lifted his head high and took a deep breath, mentally preparing himself for what was to come.
The shop that he was pulled into was small and the windows were covered in dirt and grime. Between those and his master locking the door, the boy's pride lifted a few notches. At least he would be able to be defiled in private.
Before he had time to react, the boy was lifted on his feet and thrown onto the counter. Pain shot up and down his spine but he did his best to ignore it, gritting his teeth against the pain. He wouldn't scream, he wouldn't cry, he wouldn't give his master that satisfaction.
He felt cold hands grip onto his ankles and he was spun around so that his butt was just touching the edge of the counter. The cold hands moved up to his torn shirt and slowly ripped away what was left. The man began to toy with the boy's nipples, erect from the cold, and chuckled.
“Now, I guess I won't have to feel bad for this,” the man said, bending down to nip and suck at the boy's neck.
“You weren't going to anyway,” the boy said. Only he was brave enough to back talk his master.
The man chuckled. “Yes, you're right.”
The cold hands moved down to the waistband of the boy's pants and the man unbuttoned them, sliding them down the boy's thighs slowly and carefully. Now he was completely exposed and there was nothing he could do about it, nothing he could do to stop what was going to happen next.
His master lifted the boy into a seated position on the counter and kneeled on the floor, going down on the boy before he had a chance to struggle. The man swallowed around the boy's dick and the boy balled his hands into fists at his side, digging his fingernails into his palms to divert his attention from the pleasure to the pain. He wouldn't do it, he wouldn't do it, he wouldn't…
A moan escaped from the boy's mouth as his master began to bob his head up and down and he buried his hands into the man's hair, pulling at the strands lightly. He threw his head back and moaned again as the man began to swirl his tongue around the tip and then took him in deeper than before. A strange sensation began to build in the boy's abdomen and, before he knew what was happening, he released into his master's mouth, screaming out in terror.
The man pulled back and smiled up at the boy. “You taste good, my beautiful one,” he said and then kissed the boy roughly. The boy struggled to get away but the man had his hands balled into his brown hair and it hurt to move.
The man pulled away a few seconds later and slowly trailed his hands down the boy's lithe chest and stomach, pushing him back into a lying position before spreading his thighs slowly.
The boy began to bang his head roughly onto the counter. Harder and harder he hit it, knowing that it couldn't be healthy, but he didn't care. He heard his master chuckle and felt the tip of his penis at his entrance and his dam broke. Tears began to fall down his face and he began to hit his head as hard as he could. He felt the cold hands grip his thighs and then felt the man push himself inside him. The boy screamed out in pain and passed out…
Bright eyes snapped open and a pink-haired boy shot up on the bed, screaming. It took him awhile to remember who and where he was. In a flood, the memories came back and he gasped. Why was he still alive? What had happened after the rape? Who was the boy that had been raped? Was it him? There were so many holes in his memory, and it frustrated the hell out of him.
The boy buried his face in his hands and let himself cry. He swore that he would never let himself fall under the control of a person after that happened, but now he was locked in an anonymous person's home. And all because he was weak and had passed out from hearing the voices. Sobs violently racked the boy's body and he threw his head back.
“Why can't I ever get what I want!” he screamed, starting when he heard a chuckle from somewhere in the moonlit room. “Where are you?” he yelled, preparing himself for an attack. “Show yourself!”
“As you wish,” the voice replied and a tall blonde dressed in black slacks and a black silk shirt stepped out of the shadows.
The boy's eyes grew wide in recognition. “You!” he exclaimed. “You…you…”
The blonde smiled innocently. “Me.”
The boy growled and launched himself off the bed and at the blonde, who moved out of the way with such speed that the boy didn't see him. He landed on his stomach on the ground and quickly stood up, scanning the room for any signs of the blonde man. None.
“Looking for me?”
The boy gasped and ran across the room to the window, turning around to see the blonde smirking at him from a few steps behind where he had been standing.
“You're not human, are you?” the boy asked, slouching to the ground when the blonde shook his head.
“No, love, I am not. It wouldn't be fair for me to lie to you when I know all of your secrets.”
The boy narrowed his eyes and examined the man's aura for any hints of unnaturalness. Dark green with a few spots of indigo, yellow-orange, and…violet and dark red! The boy's eyes widened and he took a step back, his butt ramming into the windowsill behind him. Slowly, he raised a shaking hand and pointed at the man.
“What are you?” he asked, his voice quavering slightly. “What in the hell are you?”
The blonde smirked seductively. “Now, now, love. I can't tell you that, for I would have to kill you. And you are too beautiful a creature to be killed at the hands of something of the likes of me. But, for you, I am a savior of sorts.”
A scowl crossed the boy's face and he sent his conscience out to the man, poking and prying at his head to try and get it to open, but it wasn't even worth the try. Whatever this man was, he was powerful and he boy knew that he was dangerous.
“A savior?” He laughed out loud. “What do you want with me? Why did you bring me here if you don't mean to kill me?”
A small frown crossed the man's face but nothing showed in his eyes, and still no access to his mind. “Can I not have a little fun, beautiful one?”
The boy snarled. “Stop calling me that!” he screamed and clutched his head. “Stop it!”
“Why not? It's the truth, so why shouldn't I speak it.”
The boy lifted his head and scowled. “Just because you've wandered through my head all night doesn't mean that you know me!” he sneered.
Before he could prepare himself, the blonde had crossed the room and wrapped his arms around the boy in a tight embrace. The boy screamed and struggled to get away, but the man's arms were like steel bars and he wouldn't let go.
“Geroff of me, dammit!” the boy yelled, pounding the man's chest. “Let me go!”
`What has made you like this, beautiful one? Why are you so angry?'
The boy tensed at hearing the voice in his head and looked up into the blonde's eyes…deep, sexy amber eyes. He shook his head. No, he couldn't let himself get attached. He refused it.
“What good'll it do you when you find out…,” he paused for a second then smirked, “…savior?”
The blonde chuckled. “Because I want to help you, Shindou Shuichi. I want to help you forget your past and help you live.”
The boy gasped quietly and narrowed his eyes at the man. “How do you know that something happened to me in my past?” he asked. “I can barely even remember what happened to me.”
The blonde chuckled again. `I have powers that mere mortals could only dream of.'
Another gasp from the boy and then… “Mortals? You mean to tell me that you're immortal? You can't die?” The blonde shook his head, a saddened look in his eyes. The boy looked at him closely and smiled softly. “You call me the beautiful one,” he said, reaching up and brushing back a few stray locks of the man's hair, “but do you say the same about yourself?”
The blonde shook his head.
“Some people may look beautiful on the outside, but it's what's on the inside that matters,” he whispered. “I have lived too much of a bloodied life to be considered beautiful.”
The boy smiled and then scowled, sick with himself. What in the hell was he doing? Flirting with his captor? The boy looked down toward the ground and closed his eyes. But it was so hard not to. With his beautiful gold eyes and pale skin and…the boy sighed…he was just sexy.
The man released one arm and lifted the boy's chin gently. “What's wrong, love?” he asked.
Tears blurred his view of the blonde's face but he wanted to believe that the same amount of concern that was in the man's voice shone in his eyes.
“I can't…I just…can't,” the boy sobbed, clutching tightly to the black silk of the man's shirt.
The blonde sighed and gathered the boy into his arms again, running his fingers through the pink locks.
`What can't you do, angel. What's wrong?'
The calm and soothing voice just made the boy's tears come faster. He felt the man's hand under his chin again, he felt his face lifted upwards, he felt the man's lips capture his in a chaste kiss.
The boy's eyes snapped open and he found himself drowning in deep pools of amber. He sighed into the kiss and obliged when he felt the man run his tongue along his lower lip, opening his mouth to allow him access. He didn't want to get involved in anything, but he soon had his arms wrapped around the man's neck and he was kissing him back. Their tongues did battle, and only when they needed air to breathe did they pull back from each other.
It took a couple of seconds, but the kiss finally registered in the boy's mind and he gasped quietly, touching his lips lightly with his fingers. Slowly, he looked up at the blonde and blushed at the heat and lust shining in his eyes.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered.
The blonde chuckled. “For what, love? You haven't done anything wrong.”
Now the boy laughed. “Yeah, at least I can feel good about the fact that you made the first move.”
The blonde chuckled again. “You seem tired, beautiful one,” he whispered. “You need your sleep.”
The boy shook his head. “I've slept all goddamn day,” he said stubbornly. “I don't think that I'm tired.”
But he still swayed a little on his feet as he moved toward the door and would have fallen if the blonde had have been there to catch him.
“Whoa, not tired, are we, love?” the blonde chuckled.
The boy shook his head and pushed the man away lightly. “I'm fine, I just need to get used to using my legs after a day out of commission.”
Behind him he knew that the blonde shook his head, but he proceeded on without letting him know that he knew.
`Smart ass.' Okay, maybe he didn't do such a good job.
He heard the blonde chuckle, what he was starting to get used to as a normal response, and shook his head. He crossed to the door and tried the handle, finding it locked. He paused and turned back to the man.
“If the door's locked, how in the hell did you get in here?” he asked.
The blonde just shook his head. “I told you…I have powers that you could only imagine,” he said and, with a flick of his wrist, the door was unlocked.
The boy smiled and turned away from the blonde to open the door.
`When did I ever say that I was a mortal?'
The boy gave a joking glance back at the blonde and couldn't help but laugh out loud at the surprise that was blatant on the man's face.
“Surprise, surprise,” he muttered and walked on down the hallway.
It didn't take long before he got lost in the seemingly never-ending hallways of the gigantic home and, as much as he didn't want to, he called out to the blonde for help. He really did not want to be trapped in this fortress.
A few minutes later, just as he figured, the blonde appeared out of no where.
“Yes, love?”
The boy looked around the corridor to make sure no one else was around and smiled ashamedly at the blonde. “Uh…, can you lead me out?” he asked, scowling when the blonde tried to hold back a smirk.
“Yes, of course,” the man said and turned on his heel down the hallway. The boy followed behind quickly. After a while of silence, the man asked a question. “How did you manage to get lost, Shindou Shuichi?”
The boy gaped and stopped in the hallway, spreading his arms and twirling around in a circle when the blonde turned around to look at him in interest.
“How in the hell could I not get lost in this place? It's huge!” he said, and stopped twirling. “Where is here anyway?”
The blonde smirked. “Well, here is a ways out of the town you're used to thriving in.”
The boy blanched. “You mean I gotta walk back to Tokyo from here?” He frowned. “Dammit! Were you expecting me to not want to leave or something like that?”
The blonde frowned in an ashamed sort of way. “Or something like that,” he muttered.
The boy's heart went out to the man. He was obviously lonely, probably had been for centuries if he was truly immortal like he said he was, but there was just something about him that he didn't' trust.
“You're aura has turned yellow around your heart,” the blonde stated sadly. “I'm sorry.”
The boy looked up to say something but didn't know what to say. Instead, he focused his eyes on the ground and watched his feet as they walked the rest of the way in silence.
“Here we are,” the blonde said after almost five minutes of silence.
The boy couldn't bring himself to look up. “Thank you,” he muttered.
The blonde stepped aside to clear the exit so the boy could leave. The boy took the clear space and pulled the heavy oak door open, relishing in the cool breeze that played with the bangs on his forehead. Quickly, the boy turned and stood on his tiptoes, planting a soft kiss on the blonde's cheek, before running out the door.
He was to a small gas station before he stopped running and grabbed the phone to call Hiro. His friend had been worried about him and was extremely glad to hear from him and, of course, he would meet the boy at the gas station to give him a ride home. He didn't ask questions then, which the boy was glad for, but he knew they would come later.
As he took a seat on the bench near the payphone to wait, the boy sent out one message.
`You have nothing to be sorry for. There are some things that just can't be forgotten, betrayal is one of them.'
Days went by and neither the boy nor the man saw or communicated with each other. Those days turned to weeks and the boy began to think that it had all been a dream, that the man wasn't real and neither was that kiss or the chemistry that seemed to unconsciously form between the two in that room. He missed the blonde hair, the amber eyes, the body, the way that he made it seem like he had just come out of a seventeenth century novel just by opening his mouth…
His friend had had questions about where he had gone and why he had disappeared to a place so out of the way, but he just said that he needed to get away. He couldn't tell Hiro about the blonde. Ever since the man had found the boy torn and broken on the side of the road in that desolate place, he hadn't trusted anyone but himself alone with the boy.
And what a hell of a profession that boy had picked. He was a bartender in a bar that very closely resembled its American counterpart, Coyote Ugly. Serve alcohol, dance on the bars, sing karaoke in that voice that made the people melt, that was his nightly life. The not-so-innocent bar was hidden away in an innocent alleyway where lost people would be surprised. This version of the bar had a much more intimate appeal to it, offering lap dances, but nothing more.
The boy opened his eyes and stared around the crowded floor below him. Dressed in nothing but tight, short black leather shorts, thigh-high leather boots, and a dark red vest, the boy shook his ass as he danced on the bar, teasing the crowd innocently. He smiled seductively and dipped down, running his hands up his smooth calves and thighs before rotating his hips slowly and turning around. The song playing on the jukebox ended and the crowd moaned slightly as the boy jumped down from the counter, but he didn't care. He was tired and wanted to go home.
“Oi, Pink,” a man called. The boy turned around, smiling happily despite his weariness. “Vodka, straight, on the rocks.”
The boy nodded and pulled out a glass, adding ice and twirling the bottles artistically as he added the liquor. He slid the man his glass, trying his best to ignore the way he looked at him. He caught sight of the top of his boss's mop of raven curls and ran over to her.
“Artemis,” he called. At the sound of his voice and her name, the woman whipped around and smiled brightly at him.
“There you are, Shindou. I've been looking all over this fuckin' place for you!” she said, sounding just as tired as he felt. “You got a call. Table four.”
The boy whined. “I'm exhausted, Artemis! I can't even feel my feet.”
The woman scowled at him, her green eyes daring him to argue further. “You shouldn't have worn those boots then, should you have?”
The boy sighed and looked down at the ground. “No, Artemis.”
He heard the woman smirk and tried his hardest not to scowl. “That's what I thought. Table four, now, Shindou.”
The boy sighed again and made his way across the bar, letting his legs lead him to the table unconsciously. He had walked through the crowd so many times that he swore that he could walk it with his eyes closed, but he wasn't about to try.
He found table four in a short time and looked up from the ground, letting his eyes survey the black Armani clad legs and blood red Armani shirt, open at the throat to show off a taught chest. The boy's eyes traveled up to the face and he blanched. Before he could stop himself, he raised his finger and pointed at the man.
“You!” he whispered.
The man smiled. “Me.”
The boy's face broke out into a smile before scowling deeply. He took a seat on the man's lap and leaned his head in next to his ear, trying to make it at least look like he was doing his job.
“Where have you been?” he whispered into his ear. “Why haven't you tried to contact me? I thought it was all ju…-”
The man silenced him with a finger on his lips and the boy pulled away quickly, his brow crinkled. The man just smiled that smile that made him melt.
“I can barely even hear myself think in here,” he said. “Can we go somewhere else to talk?”
“O-of course,” the boy nodded furiously and slid off the man's lap. “Come on.”
He grabbed onto the man's hand and pushed and shoved a path for them to follow up to the bar.
“Artemis!” he yelled, waving her toward him when she turned around. It took a few minutes but she finally made it and the boy smiled. “We need to use one of the back rooms, please.” He put on his best puppy dog face.
The woman broke out into a smile, both questioning and smart at the same time. “Of course, Shindou.” She reached below the counter and pulled out a set of keys. “You know which go to which.”
The boy nodded in thanks and pulled the man around the counter and into a hallway closed off by a locked door. The hallway was painted black with different colored black light paint splattered all over the walls, illuminated, of course, by black lights. The boy found the room that he preferred and unlocked the door, letting the man enter before him before sealing them away from the music and bustle of the crowd outside.
The man had taken a seat on the leather couch and watched the boy as he walked up to him, trying too hard to hide the way he watched the boy's hips sway as he walked. The boy smirked and took a seat on the man's lap.
Before the blonde had time to react, the boy captured his lips in a kiss. The man grunted slightly in surprise but then responded by running his tongue along the boy's bottom lip. The boy was more than happy to oblige and he opened his mouth, letting the blonde enter. The blonde searched every corner of the boy's wet cavern and battled with his tongue, wrapping his arms around the boy's waist to pull him closer as the boy wrapped his arms around his neck.
The boy was in heaven. The blonde had a spicy, sensuous sort of smell to him, like incense and cologne, and tasted even better. The boy moaned and whined when the blonde pulled away, a smile on his beautiful face.
“What a change,” he said observantly. The boy blushed a deep vermillion and the man's smile grew.
Delicate, pale fingers began to run up and down the boy's chest gently and he shivered, letting his head roll back as the man began to toy with his nipples.
“Why did you come here?” the boy practically moaned.
“I came to see you, my beautiful one. Why else would I come to your place of work?”
“I dunno,” the boy moaned, “to taunt me like you're doing now?”
The blonde smirked. “No, I'm sorry, love, but I have come for different reasons than this. Although, I have to say that this is quiet an added bonus.”
The boy smiled and looked at the blonde through hazy eyes.
“Why haven't you tried contacting me?” the boy asked, pulling away so he could look the blonde in the eye.
“I tried, love, but your mind was closed off to me. I was under the impression that you weren't waiting.”
The boy smiled. “Well, I was.”
“I see that now,” the blonde smirked.
Before he could react, the blonde lifted the boy and laid him on his back on the couch, covering his body with his own. He kissed the boy's face and down to his neck and then down his chest. The boy was all but screaming—his pink hair covered in droplets of sweat—when the blonde reached the waist line of his pants. Smooth hands ran up and down his inner thighs, teasing the boy seductively.
A bright flash of light passed over the boy's eyes and he blinked in confusion. He looked down at the blonde and saw the man he had had to call his master all that time ago. He screamed and pushed the blonde away, scrambling as far away from him as possible. He put his head in his hands and began to rock back and forth.
“No, no, no…go away, go away,” he cried.
“Shuichi, are you okay?” the blonde asked, concern blatant in his voice.
“Don't touch me!” the boy yelled and made himself shrink as much as he could.
He closed his eyes and continued rocking back and forth, memories flooding his mind. Memories of those icy cold, abusive hands, cold blue eyes, and dark brown hair. They were all too much.
`Calm down, love. Please, calm down. He's not here to hurt you, they are just memories. I'm sorry that I brought them back. I shouldn't have moved so quickly.'
The boy's breathing calmed slightly and he looked up, seeing the blonde sitting not to close but not to far away from him on the couch.
“I-I'm sorry,” he muttered.
“You have nothing to be sorry for,” the blonde whispered and moved to his side, embracing him. “I wish I could make all of your memories disappear for you, but I can't. No one knows how to do it.”
“No, I'm fine.” The memories were starting to fade from the boy's mind and, in an hour's time, he would forget them completely.
“Come on, love, let's go back out into the bar.”
The boy nodded and allowed the blonde to lead him out of the room and back out into the hustle and bustle of the bar. They stopped at the bar just long enough for the boy to hand his boss the keys and tell her that he was leaving and then they left.
“Where do you live?” the blonde asked him.
The boy sent him a mental image and they were there in an instant. The pink-haired boy felt completely drained and wanted nothing more than a good night's sleep.
“Thank you,” he muttered, his eyes half closed.
The blonde shook his head. “It's the least that I could do.”
The boy smiled and kissed the blonde on the cheek again before unlocking the door to his apartment and disappearing inside. He seemed to sleep walk back to his bedroom, and pulled he off his boots and changed into a pair of pajama pants before falling into his bed.
In an instant, sleep overcame his senses and the boy fell into a world of dreams and nightmares.
TBC…
A/N: Okay…how many different times could I have put a lemon in this chapter? *counts* One, two…probably around three times and I didn't. Yay! It would have been too soon anyway…
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Alrighty…I must go and try to get something done on “ILaH”. I'm workin' on it, I promise! Please remember to review and tell me what you like, dislike, and/or want changed. I'm not saying that I'll do it, but I'd really like to know what y'all think…
Ja matta `til chapter two…