Legal Drug Fan Fiction ❯ The Chains That Bind ❯ Epilogue ( Chapter 5 )

Legal Drug : The Chains That Bind - Chapter 5

 

Summary: Kazahaya's past and present collide for his 18th birthday, as dangers unfold that even Kakei and Saga can't see. Only Rikuo can save Kazahaya from a family reunion, and finally get intimate with Kazahaya in the bargain - more intimate than Rikuo had bargained for. First chapter of the Chains That Bind story arc.

 

Disclaimer: I have no rights to Legal Drug, of course. This was my first attempt at a fanfic.

 

 

Chapter 5 - Epilogue

 

On the last day of o-Bon, lying stretched in front of the box fan, where he'd gently lay down with the exhausted bereaved Kazahaya the night before, Rikuo was tenderly roused from sleep by a sharp elbow jab to the eye socket.

 

“OW!”

 

“Uh, sorry,” said Kazahaya. “How do you get this thing off?”

 

Rikuo sat up groggily next to Kazahaya, rubbing his offended eye. Both boys were naked from the waist up, torsos rising from puddles of appliqued sushi fish, yukata belts dangling from hips and the hapi coats that had sloughed off overnight. Kazahaya's elbow slinging contortions were apparently directed at the ring-and-chains jewelry on his left hand.

 

“You're left-handed. Let me do it,” said Rikuo without thinking.

 

Kazahaya yanked his left hand away from Rikuo's grasp. “I don't want it off. I just want to know how it comes off. What makes you say I'm left-handed, anyway?”

 

Um. What does make me think he's left-handed? Rikuo thought muzzily. He does write with his right hand. That's why his handwriting is so lousy… His left hand twitched unconsciously into writing position. It felt right, though he wasn't a leftie himself. A huge yawn broke into his chain of thought. Blinking, he remembered why those chains really had to come off. And that Kazahaya probably remembered… nothing. His heart sank, looking at the more delicate boy beside him. He has to lose his sister all over again. A third time… a fourth…

 

“Kazahaya… I have to tell you what happened the past few days, don't I.”

 

Kazahaya looked at him blankly. He was uncharacteristically silent as Rikuo told his story, keeping it brief and sketchy - just a skeleton of facts about events, skipping lightly as possible past his beloved lost sister. A few tears rolled down Kazahaya's cheeks, but he sat quietly, looking down at his chains in faint puzzlement, as Rikuo continued.

 

Rikuo delved into more detail about the reasoning, the why's of it all. That, Kazahaya needed to know. Each of them with their rare and idiosyncratic talents - they needed to know every shred, every possible clue and key to unlock their own selves. For there were no tour guides, only each other to help along the way, to discover the uncharted territory of their own strange abilities.

 

After he finished, after a few minutes of silence, Rikuo ventured, “So. Do you want me to help you take that off now?”

 

“No,” said Kazahaya. “You're wrong about one thing. I remember the pear now.”

 

“The pear?” Rikuo replied blankly.

 

“It's… hard to explain. They're like different colors…”

 

“Different colored pears?”

 

“Argh! Forget the pear.” Kazahaya shifted one thigh over Rikuo's thigh to pin it and grabbed his right hand.

 

“You said remember the pear -- What are you are doing?”

 

“This!” Kazahaya pushed Rikuo's right hand inside the chains of the ring jewelry, palm to palm, finger to finger with Kazahaya's left hand.

 

“Don't -“ Rikuo began, but it was already done. Kazahaya's large brown eyes were staring into his, absolutely rapt. Rikuo couldn't help but stare back. How often do we look into each other's eyes like this? Oy, there's a good reason I don't look him in the eye like this! His eyes are so beautiful, so huge and clear and deep and innocent. Pinned by his thigh like this, his groin inches from mine. Rikuo's heart pounded. I could pull him two inches closer. Skin to skin, from crotch to chest. He wouldn't even know.

 

He wouldn't even know. That thought finally galvanized Rikuo into action. He ripped his hand out from the chains joining him to Kazahaya and pushed him away, so both boys ended up thighs still entwined, feet pinned under, leaning back on their elbows. Both gasping.

 

“What did you do that for?” complained Kazahaya.

 

Rikuo gruffly pulled himself up to sit crosslegged, extracting his leg from Kazahaya's. “Kazahaya! Don't you get it? Those chains enthrall you to me, just like the others enthralled you to Kei. You get… stuck to things.”

 

As Rikuo spoke, Kazahaya fished a pear out of the o-Bon box lying beside them, discarded by Kakei when Saiga helped Rikuo carry Kazahaya up to the top floor apartment. Were his heart pounding a little less, his emotions less disarrayed, Rikuo might have noticed that Kazahaya knew exactly what the box was. And that it contained, among other things, pears. The strawberries had all been consumed with dead relatives, but there were a couple pears left. Rikuo's brief history hadn't included an inventory of the Bon-in-a-box.

 

“That's not quite -“ Kazahaya tried to cut in.

 

“We need to keep the ring chains. It's great that we can unstick you from things,” Rikuo continued, ignoring him, head hung in hands, speaking in emotional pain. “But that's all they're for. I can't chain you to me -“

 

Kazahaya bit vehemently into his pear, and said with mouth full, “But Rikuo, I do remember.”

 

Rikuo finally looked up in irritation at him speaking with his mouth full. “What?”

 

Kazahaya swallowed, and planted a great kiss on Rikuo's mouth, dripping with pear juice. “I REMEMBER THE GODDAMN PEAR! And --”

 

Rikuo, just then, didn't give a damn what Kazahaya was about to say, nor consciously register what he'd already said. He grabbed the boy back to him, dragging both up on their knees, and hugged him tight, belly to belly, chest to chest, mouth to mouth. He plunged his tongue deep into the the pear juice sweetness, seeking Kazahaya's tongue. Kazahaya startled at first, then reached his arms up around Rikuo's neck, pressing his torso harder against him, his mouth harder against his.

 

Rikuo used a knee to pull a knee out from under Kazahaya and lay him back. In the break for air, he untangled the bitten pear in Kazahaya's hand from his hair and took a bite. “Ah, you were saying…”

 

Before Kazahaya could respond, the usual brief banging on the door in lieu of good manners, preceded Kakei and Saiga barging into the apartment, and the boys flew apart.

 

“Good morning!” boomed Saiga. “And how's our little Kudo-kun today? I brought you some pears for breakfast.” And he did, in fact, have two pears in hand.

 

“And watermelon,” said Kakei, looking impish.

 

Kazahaya, beet red, leapt up and took the watermelon. “Uh, thanks, I'm … fine. I should put this in the kitchen…”

 

Kakei happily followed him into the kitchen. “He won't realize, you know. That you `remember' about the watermelon. He's too embarrassed himself to notice. You can have a lot of fun with that.”

 

Kazahaya, carefully facing away from Kakei, remembered an imagining, in a memory of a… different color… than his own. Let me kiss him again. I'll buy a watermelon. The juice will drip down his chest… And imagined the other side. My side. His tongue licking down my chest, teasing a nipple, chasing a juice rivulet down the midline, tongue thrusting into my bellybutton…and down...

 

He cleared his throat. “I dunno what you're talking about,” he said in a voice that sounded rather strangled.

 

“Oh, yes. You do,” Kakei whispered evilly in his ear. “But if you don't mind a little friendly advice, not telling him isn't just for the teasing value, fun as that is. You may want to give each other a little time. To get used to being that… intimate. Speaking from experience, you see.”

 

“I, uh, see your point,” Kazahaya said, now sounding completely strangled. This is going to be… really interesting. “Kakei… I don't know how to thank you for this birthday present. It's… huge.”

 

“You're very, very welcome, Kudo-kun.”

 

- the end -

 

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