Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ I Never Know What to Say ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

A.N: Sorry for the short chapter but when a scene ends it ends, ya know. Enjoy the chapter. Fantasy


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Toboe looks recorder-eyed around the boxer's apartment. He'd been invited in and asked to sit down, of which he did. And now his attention was all over the place drinking in the look of the living room and peeks of the kitchen and a bathroom. It was very plain for what he's seen in Tsume's place. Couch a mushroom colored light, light gray, the carpet matched. Brown arm chairs sit at either side of the couch, and a black legged coffee table with a glass top sits in the middle of them. It was no suprise that it has magazines on it featuring the man or some really good fighter covering them. Patterned brown curtains spread apart at the sides of the two windows. Very basic. The only thing that really stood out were the small trophies shining brightly against the center wall behind a case; large belts underneath them. He had no idea how good Mr. Black really was. It was amazing!

Said man walks back into the living room carrying a bowl of freshly chopped fruit and a glass of vitamin water. He sets them down on the coffee table, and with a hand behind his head he laughs a bit and says. "Its not your usual snack, but this is all a guy like me has. Sorry."

"Its alright. Don't tell the other guys but I actually like fruits and vegetables." He takes a chunk of pineapple from the bowl. "Is this flavored water?" He asks looking over the bottle in his hand once it was freed from the chunk of bright yellow pineapple. It was so juicy as he spoke while chewing he almost coughed from the sudden flood of moisture in his mouth.

"Eehh, it has a type of flavor. I wouldn't really call it fruit." He looked a bit guilty about it. "Its alright if you don't like it."

"I'm sure its fine." Though he put the bottle down without taking a drink.

Clasping his hands together the man leans forward, elbows to his knees and full attention on the young teen before him. "What brings you back to a place like this? Tsume say something about visiting or are you just having nastolgic moments by coming around for yourself."

Swallowing hard on a bite of melon, Toboe wipes the corners of his mouth with his fingers. "Its kind of both. I didn't know if you knew about Tsume and me, so it'd probably be better if I just tell you that we're friends."

Jet absorbed those words then began to laugh. "I think you did that backwards, you're supposed to think the first part then say the last part about you being friends to me."

"Did I?" Wonders the boy, replaying the moment. With a smile he laughs. "I guess I did say it backwards." Sighing, he sobers up. "I guess the secrets out then."

"Pretty big secret too. I thought Tsume said you were just friends." He recalled having a conversation with the model in the hall about being careful with Toboe, that people could get wrong ideas seeing something like that. Guess that conversation came a little to late and now this poor boy is hung up on a despicable guy like Tsume Keina.

"We were at first, but," he shrugged. "Then something changed and we kind of ended up-.."

Jet held up his protesting hand. "Say no more; I can guess."

"You think its wrong too, don't you." He can see it all over the mans expression. He kind of thought that he'd get compassion from someone since his brother and Hige just didn't understand, neither would anyone else but this is Tsume's friend. He should know better than anyone that Tsume isn't just some pervert who was out to get him. Guess he was wrong. Its hard to want to believe what everyone thinks about it or says about it when he was in it and knows different than they do. But at the same time he can't ignore that what it is really does look bad to the world.

Jet touched Toboe on his knee to get him out of his thoughts. "You zoned out there, huh?"

"Sorry."

"Don't be. Its... You know, I think I can understand how you're feeling."

Looking into the man's eyes, he can see care there and an attempt to understand what he's going through. "You do?"

"Well sure," He rocks back on the seat with a very buddy-buddy look. "I was young once, I had an attraction to my math teacher Mrs. Shimobara. That woman was so beautiful I can't give change without thinking about the woman that taught me math."

"Yeah but, you never asked her out." His hopes were a bit dashed. Knowing that someone wanted to do something but didn't actually do it are two completely different things. "And I'm sure she never asked you since she is a Mrs. after all."

"True. But that didn't stop my young mind from working round the clock about what she and I would do together if we ever went out."

"I once had a.... an...."

"A sex dream?" Offered Jet with question in his voice.

Blushing, Toboe lowered his eyes in a bit of embarrassment. "Yeah. We weren't together then, I just kind of went to sleep and had a dream. It wasn't elaborate or anything... I actually didn't know what was going on, I just saw Tsume over me panting."

Jet laughed at that and yet it disturbed him a bit. A boy that couldn't even properly visualize sex, even in a dream that has limitless visions to show a person, had sex with an older man without fully understanding it. He couldn't believe Tsume could be such a scoundrel. But at the same time he believed that his friend wouldn't intentionally hurt the boy. As wrong as he is for doing it all Tsume really is a good guy, but really what a terrible mistake to put on yourself especially after the Darcia thing.

"I know that if I had the shot that you did, I'd have been terrified!" His laughter boomed out of him. "A grown women on a 13 year old. I wouldn't know where to start and probably would have wet myself if we got any further than a kiss."

Chuckling faintly Toboe recalled his first kiss on that cold day in Tsume's car. The heater on them and a warm cup of cocoa in his hands. He'd asked a simple question out of curiosity and the man took him literally and kissed him. They were both uncomfortable about it, but when that passed it was actually really nice. But that kiss on Tsume's living room couch, it had fire, it had passion, it had tongues and just made him very uncomfortable. He still isn't sure he's used to that kind of kissing.

Feeling somewhat comfortable with Jet since the man seemed to have a very good idea of his emotions back then and a little now, he could talk to him. "Actually, the first time he made me... you know, I thought I did wet myself." He blushed.

But Jet only nodded to say he understood, although the words 'first time' left him to wonder just how many times Tsume had slept with the boy.

Seeing the question mark on the mans face he shakes his head. "Oh no, we only did that once. But it was... it was the best thing I'd ever felt. Like I was scared and wanted it to stop because you know, the peeing thing, but once it happened I thought I'd never have anything that could compare to that."

Jet shrugged. "I don't know about that, you don't want your mind to grow up too fast. You're still in your prime, let old guys like me worry about things like that. How old are you? 12?"

Mouth agape, he replies. "I'm almost 16 and by the time my brother was that age, he'd had sex and was a man. He took care of me my whole life." He looked Jet right in the eyes, continuing proudly. "I plan to be just like him."

Waving his hands to ward off the mini onslaught. "I didn't mean it like that, you've just got a very young face. And I think its very respectable that you want to be like your older brother. But you can't lose who you are at the same time."

"I wouldn't." Says the young boy with an assured nod.

"Good. That's really good. Too many people would miss you I'll bet." He takes a hunk of watermelon.

Remembering the snack himself, Toboe grabs another pineapple. In momentary silence Toboe remembered why he'd come here in the first place. It wasn't for a visit or trip down memory lane. He wanted to call Tsume and tell him that he wasn't coming and he should forget about him. But remembering what they had was making his desire to end things with the man harder and harder. The models fingers pressing into the center of his back between his shoulders as he taught him how to masterbate, his legs around Tsume's thin waist as he wrapped them around, how gentle he was when he moved in and out of him. Their private connection. Kiba may know, but he doesn't really know, he didn't think his brother or anyone ever really would know. And that would always keep it special.

"Toboe, what brings you here anyway? Does your brother know you came?"

Shaking his head from his thoughts, he glanced down at his lap then back up. He had to make sure he didn't get excited while thinking about what he did. Looking now at Jet he wondered what the man just said but realized he must have wondered why he'd come there.

"I kind of needed to get Tsume's phone number and I thought that you might have it."

"Tsume's number? I have his cell if that's all right. Guy called me once since he's moved, but I haven't gotten the home phone yet."

"Cell phone is okay. Thank you."

Sliding the phone over to him, he dials the number. "Why do you wanna call him? Plan to chew him out for leaving?"

"No. I kind of wanted to break up with him. I mean, tell him not to write... Shoot. Its all starting to sound really cowardly isn't it?"

"Not at all!" He has the phone to his ear. Its ringing for a bit, when the beep sounded he thought he got the machine but Tsume's voice barked out a very bland sounding.

"What?"

Taken aback, he says with just as much enthusiasm. "Well that's a fine way to greet a friend. I've got someone here that wants to talk to you."

Tsume was quiet for a moment, then asked. "Who is it?"

"Listen for yourself." He hands the phone over to Toboe.

Shaking hands take the phone and he swallows a baseball sized lump in his throat. Mouth dry, he sucks in a breath then says quietly "Tsume?" then slams the phone back onto the receiver. He couldn't do it. He just couldn't. And he was glad that he didn't hear the mans voice because his heart would have stopped for sure.

Jet, who had been off to the side writing the man's cell number down on a piece of notepad paper looked like he's just been slapped in the face. "Strange way to break up with a guy but he might have gotten the hint. You alright?"

"No. I never should have come here." He grabs his sneakers at the door slipping a foot into each one. "I'm sorry Mr. Black, I know it must be an expensive call, but I'm just not ready to talk to him yet."

The phone began to ring. It could only be one person.

Glancing at his phone, Jet had the same thought. "Here. You take his number for just incase."

"Thank you." He snaps it up quickly. "Thank you for everything, please don't tell him."

"I won't." He waved away the departing boy before picking up the phone.

Toboe thought about staying to listen in behind the closed door, but he couldn't. He just wanted to run and fast.

Cher sighed listlessly on her end of the phone. Kiba had just finished telling her that they intend to go on vacation out of the country and she couldn't be more envious. "So how long am I picking up your mail for?"

"About two weeks. Thanks for doing it by the way, I hate when things pile up for too long." Says Kiba. "Kids in the neighborhood see it and think its Christmas."

"Tell me about it. I hope you two have fun, the only thing I'm gonna be doing over the break is grading papers and trying to entertain Cheza until Hubb picks her up for a weekend visit."

"She could come with us." Suggest Kiba, though, he doesn't know where they'd get an extra ticket. They do have some money saved up. It shouldn't cost too much to have a child on a plane. "I'm sure Toboe would love the company."

"Mmm....No. I think Cheza really wants to see her father." She sounds tired now. "He promised to take her to a park of some sort. I don't wanna derail their plans."

"Okay."

It didn't take long for Cher to pick up on the males mood, and she asks. "Is something the matter? For someone whose gonna spend a nice holiday away from Freeze city you don't sound too enthusiastic about it."

"Hmm?" He asks trying to sound innocent. "Oh, I was just thinking about something unimportant."

Not believing him for a second, she says to assure the male that she'll be there if he needs her. "I'm always here Kiba, you can lean on me whenever you want. I'll always listen."

"Thanks, but really I'm fine." Glancing at the clock, he closes his work book. "Thanks again for picking up the mail. Bye Cher."

"Bye."

Hanging up the phone, Kiba pulls his science book to him. Hige wrote out the work they were supposed to do, chapters that have to be read and he had a lot. Toboe brought home Chinese take out which shocked Kiba because he thought for sure his little brother would bring greasy burgers. They ate in relative silence neither wanting to say anything to the other. It made Kiba wonder where Toboe had gone first, but he didn't ask. Toboe wants to be treated like an adult or least something close to that and he made a deal with himself to give him that to a degree. If his brother was going to be hurt by something he can't just sit by and watch it happen. But for the most part, he'll leave it alone.

Kiba told Toboe that he would pull him out of school early Friday so that he could go to the dentist for an appointment he made a while back. Toboe didn't seem surprised by it, he was actually really happy and asked to stay home instead of going all together but Kiba laughed and told him no. His little brother spent fifteen minutes in the bathroom brushing and checking for cavities. He said he didn't want any drill going in his mouth and wondered if he could get away with putting gum over some holes. After Toboe went to bed Kiba worked on his homework; television off and world almost silent he listened to himself think over science questions. It was around ten that Hige knocked on the door. Kiba thought about sending him home but since he was done with his work he saw no harm in letting him stay and they ended up on the couch in each others arms, Hige's chest to Kiba's back while the lighter haired male brushed his fingers up and down Kiba's torso.

Kiba sighed in a sleepy manner. Hige tilts his head down a bit in attempt to see his boyfriends face. "Moping again? You know you're gonna get a vein if you don't stop that."

"No, I'm tired."

Knowledgable finger pointed he states. "The best sleep is done in a bed. I could carry you."

Snuggling in, a teasing smile across his lips he says. "You're just as wide, comfortable too."

"Heey! No cheap shots. You forget I'm on the bottom I can roll you over right now." Squeezing the darker haired brunet in his grip he snickers. "You're not exactly light ya know."

Mouth agape, he jabs Hige in the stomach with his elbow. "You know where the door is." He teases.

"Yup," Sitting up he grabs Kiba into his arms bridal style then stands. "Up the stairs second door on the left."

Laughing into his lovers shoulder, he starts to whine. "Hige put me down, this is embarrassing."

"Oh whose gonna see you? The lamp?" He gives the lamp a wink as they pass it. "I think the lamp is fine with whatever I plan to do with you."

"Tell the lamp I have a little brother and doing that in this house when he's here should be forbi- iddon." His voice jumped when Hige's thigh bumped into his butt as he took the first stair.

"Come on, when did the runt go down for bed?"

"An hour ago." Answers Kiba shoving his bedroom door further open with his foot.

Kicking the door closed with his foot, Hige travels over to the bed dropping Kiba like a sack of potatos before he climbs on top of him showering the protesting male with kisses on his neck.

Through hitched breaths he says, "Hige we can't." shoving at the flesh hungry males shoulders.

"But we gotta, I haven't been able to touch you in a month thanks to school and work and no offense raising your little brother. "Tossing his removed shirt to the floor, he lays himself down over Kiba kissing him between talking. "And I've gotta tell ya I've taken up some disturbing habits to fight the urge."

Kiba couldn't help but feel the same way, although what Hige just said made him cock a brow wondering just what it was the male did that was so disturbing. A heated gasp escaped his lips as his erection sprang to life pressing with all its might on the front of his pajamas as if to awaken Hige's to come out and play with him. The moan Hige made into his ear only caused his hard-on to twitch with need and he was so grateful when the ginger haired male tugged down the waist band of his pants only low enough to release the covered meat confined behind them. Hige's hand came around Kiba's shaft high enough for his thumb to brush the sticky semen leaking from the head.

Kiba's eyes roll back as he arched into the touch of Hige's teasing thumb and gripping fingers. Not about to leave the boy alone in his work, he pulls him down into a kiss one arm around Hige's shoulders, the other making its way down the males back to ease a hand into his jeans. Hige moaned breathlessly feeling Kiba's middle finger playing with his entrance, applying teasing pressure that wouldn't go any further without lubricant. The moon boy bends his knees so that he's now sitting around Kiba rather than laying on him and he rocks his hips back onto the taunting finger all the while keeping enough attention to Kiba's member in his hand.

It was around 11:38 that Toboe opened his eyes to use the bathroom. He never should have had that second strawberry soda with dinner. But as he sat up in bed an odd sound came to him. Someone knocking, or banging on the wall. In a haze he wondered if Kiba was hanging a picture or killing a bug and missing badly, but when a more familiar sound hit his ears there was no playing that off as anything else but a long low moan. It sounded like Hige..... when did he come over. Not wanting to, Toboe leaned an ear forward toward the noises. His brother's pleasured sigh came in loud and clear sending an odd shiver down his back. He doesn't wanna hear this and yet he can't stop hearing it now that he is. The knocking became less frequent for a moment, Hige whispered his brother's name a low but loud silence came. They must be kissing, he thinks. A lower sound made itself heard after a moment, like flapping paper maybe or the slap of skin. The knocking picked up again this time faster, louder. Kiba's moans became quicker more feverish, Hige playing over him.

The knocking sounded in four single bangs before Kiba whispered 'don't stop- faster'. The knocking picked up again. Faster, louder, faster until both his brother and Hige moan in unison, heavy panting coming in and out of them for a while until all the sound died down. Toboe could not go to the bathroom now. He just can't. He's paralyzed! With the strength from who knows where he lay back on his pillows, staring up at the ceiling.

'Is that... is that what it sounded like with me and Tsume?' He wonders. 'Panting, and banging, moans and name calls.' His stomach felt funny like he could feel every unnerved tingle from hearing his brother and Hige was turning on him, making him wanna seek the nearest bathroom. But a part of him wanted Tsume. He wanted the model to touch him like he had that night. Talk to him in a voice that only he got to hear. Physically show him how much he meant to him. Why is it that when you want to stop thinking about someone you can't do it? Toboe hadn't thought much about Tsume until he decided to swear him off mentally and emotionally. Every letter that came was nothing more than a piece of paper. He knew Tsume was out there and he was fine with it. They left on good terms mostly and he didn't want to ruin it by thinking about the man or reading things from him. But now, everywhere he turns he sees him, he feels him. He could talk to him.... just one phone call. One call. He can't do it. Rolling onto his side, he closes his eyes tightly and tries to fall back asleep.