Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ Especially At Night ( Chapter 8 )

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

I know what you mean?" Says Tsume when Toboe told him about their day of sightseeing, the lunch and museum.

He just agreed that there's nothing more boring than walking around looking at someone's childish drawings or the sculptures of people with too much free time on their hands. Though Toboe did point out that Tsume has numerous little statuette's in his home. The model just scoffed at that cheeky comment.

"Has Faye been nice to you guys? She isn't spending your money on herself is she?"

"Not at all- about the money. Faye's been really great, we even went shopping for gifts to take back with us. We didn't get to go into a lot of stores though because it was late by the time we started shopping so she took us to dinner then brought us home.... Hm?"

"What?"

"Well, then she went someplace with Kiba." Explains the young boy. "They get along really well, Hige's so jealous because he really likes Faye. I wonder where they went?" He asks himself thinking about it.

"I'm sure it was nothing. Maybe they went to another boring museum, a lot of places are practically empty at night it'd be the perfect time to go."

"Yeah. Maybe.... Are you eating alright? Are you having fun?"

Snickering, Tsume says in a childish voice. "Yes mother, camp is fun. We went to a club and had some drinks and danced."

"Who's we? You and that woman."

"Yes me and that woman, with two other guys."

Pouting he says in a bland tone. "I'm sure it was fun."

"It was, first break we had in ages."

Why does Tsume have to talk so casually about other people like that to him. If he were with Tsume he'd never be able to get into a club not even if he said he was just short. Nobody looks at his blasted baby face without thinking he's 12 years old or something. Its really annoying. They never even knew what he looked like when he was twelve so how can they make that call.

"I'm gonna let you go now," Says Tsume after a moment of silence.

'What?!' He couldn't believe his ears, how could Tsume say that? Didn't he know how much he means to him- meant to him. That's what he thought. They're going to break up, but he thought that he would be the one doing the breaking.

"Its just that you sound tired." He finishes after hearing the small gasp from the boy.

"Oh!" He laughs nervously. "Yeah, yeah I am... what time is it?" Toboe's orange gaze flicks to the alarm clock. "Shoot one o'clock. I've gotta get to sleep, we're going power shopping tomorrow. Good night Tsume, and.... don't stay out too late."

"I won't."

"Thank you. I mean.... yeah good night." He hangs up. Letting out a relieved sigh, Toboe slides from the bed then heads across the hall, diagonal, to his shared room and into his bed. Pulling the covers up to his shoulder he relaxes his troubled nerves then drifts off to sleep.

Snickering, Tsume closes his phone. His little lover boy was gonna be in for some kind of surprise when he woke up. The aspiring actor forced extra hours on the director so that he could come home a day early and spend time with Toboe. The kid is only gonna be here for two weeks and he's more than pissed that he had to miss even one day in his company. He knows that Kiba is up to something. First, by barreling his way to Italy before the time Tsume had asked them to come then by ruining his bedding arrangements; they didn't exactly part on good terms and the pissy teen is probably itching to get even with him by stepping in on his and Toboe's every private moment. Let he who laughs first, laugh last.

Turning off the engine to his motorcycle, he graps the handlebars then runs along side of it up the hill to his house. Can't surprise someone if they hear you coming a mile away. Sprinting the bike up the hill, he turns it carefully into his driveway setting down the kick stand. Fishing his keys from his jacket pocket, Tsume heads for the front door of his home. As he slips the key in the lock, he pauses for a moment. What if this is a bad idea. Toboe could really be intending to break up with him if they aren't already broken up. With the way they seperated he wondered if he'd just been holding on to an empty dream.

Hn. Nothing was ever solved looking through doorways. Turning the key, he opens the door thanking the Gods they didn't put the chain over then that'd be the end of his surprise. Coat off and on the hook beside the door, keys quietly placed on the partison wall connecting the front door and dining room; Tsume kicks off his sneakers then walks over to a small table in the living room where a stack of mail sits. Fan letters. Cute. Dropping them back on the table. Traveling to the kitchen, he checks the fridge for leftovers finding some of that pasta that Toboe said made them all sick- last thing he needed. Grabbing a bottle of orange juice, he uncaps it taking a drink while walking into the hall to get to his bedroom. Passing the room where Toboe sleeps, Tsume came to a stop then backs up a step or two until he's in front of the door. The door is slightly parted, so with little force he pushes it open a bit wider. There, sleeping, is Toboe. Why did it always feel like he was seeing the boy for the first time all over again every single time.

Smiling, Tsume backs out of the room freezing when the small figure pops up from the bed. Even in the dark he could see the boys adorable face twisting into a mix of fear and curious. He thought about closing the door to give the kid a real fright, but instead whispered in a low tone. "Toboe."

"Tsu-..." He started to call out but slapped a hand quickly over his mouth then threw a glance at his sleeping brother; still out cold. Slipping from the bed Toboe pads across the carpeted floor to the bedroom door where he exits into the hall pulling the door closed after him.

The model steered the younger boy to his bedroom, closing the door afterwards. He begins to undress wandering about the room as he does so. Toboe takes a seat on the arm chair thinking that was his safest bet of keeping anything from happening. While seated he watched Tsume wondering if he intended to sleep naked, but to his surprise the model only stripped to his underwear then walked into the closet out of sight.

'Calm down Toboe, you've been in his bedroom before without having sex with him.' He assures himself. That time Tsume gave him a tour of the penthouse. Yeah, they went in there it was fine... somewhat. He'd have been better seeing the bedroom for the first time back then had it not been for that dream. Why does his mind have to be so tormenting?

Tsume stepped out of the closet in a set of blue pajamas top and bottom nothing daring or provactive about that. Maybe he wouldn't come on to him after all. That seemed to put the boys fears at rest a little. He actually kind of wanted Tsume to still want him so he could prove his brother wrong, it wasn't just because he was young or that Tsume's some sicko that likes kids, but because he's special and Tsume really does love him. When the model sits on the bed turning on the side table lamp, Toboe's attention is brought to Tsume's head when he begins to scratch it. He couldn't believe it, Tsume changed his hair! He still has the slight length but instead a nice trim crew-cut on top he has a head full of spiked plummage.

"Tsume! You grew your hair out."

Cocking a brow he smirks then shakes his head. "Yeah right, if you knew how long it took to get my hair just right you'd know I'd never change it without a decades worth of consideration." Pointing at his head he says. "This is weave- fake hair, for the part. They want me to look traditional japanese." His voice had a roll of his eyes beneath it. "I guess this is what they think traditional Japanese looks like- help me take them out?" He asks turning a leg up on the bed so that he's sideways and Toboe can get behind him.

"Okay." Getting up from the chair, he climbs onto the bed behind Tsume, his hands going up into the older males albino hair. He's always loved the color of Tsume's hair, its so unusual he thought he dyed it but knowing that the hair above his.... well, down there matches he knows its real because no one in their right mind would dye hair down there. "How do I take it out?" He asks seeing a thick piece of material with the hair attached to it.

"There's glue, so pull gently but hard enough to get it up." His hands are in his hair as well already pulling one out close to the top of his head.

Index picking at it, he feels it loosening from its hold so snatching the corner he further pulls it away, face twisting this way and that like he's in anguish thinking about it being pulled from his own head. "Does this hurt?"

"I said be gentle, didn't I?" Is Tsume's reply. He drops another strip onto the floor.

"Mm." He drops a piece on the floor wondering if the waste basket would be best but he's not sure if this stuff is reuseable. "Last piece." He pulls it free then on a whim he gives Tsume's head a quick rub down with his fingers to soothe away any pains he may have accidently caused.

"Hmhm. Thank you." He turns on the bed gripping Toboe by his upper arms pressing him back so that he lays on the pillow, legs bending upward after having nearly been crushed by his own weight.

Silence fell over them as they just stare at each other wondering where they would go from there up or down, in or out.... over or just beginning. Hand lifting, Toboe brushes his fingers through the models dropping hair, then thin stands thickening as he reaches the base, his lips part after a very hard swallow as he decides to bring the older male down to his lips. Expirementally their lips touch, the pull back was deliberately slow so they wouldn't be within a hair apart. Tsume pressed into Toboe again, his tongue asking entrance to the boys mouth which Toboe gives just a bit of. A blush stains Toboe's cheeks when the model's tongue brushes past his teeth and to their back the tip just barely getting the roof of his mouth. Being brave, the younger boy licks the underside of Tsume's tongue during its exit. Tilting his head to the side Tsume plunges his tongue deeper into the boys mouth getting a full taste of him.

Toboe made a sound close to a whimper when a taste of orange went down his throat from the drink Tsume had. Tsume's nether region twitched to life from the encouraging sound and he found himself getting further onto the bed; Toboe's legs part for him but when the older males weight comes down on him he shoots up frantically, thankful that Tsume allowed him to and didn't keep him forced down on the bed.

"I..." He thought he had to explain himself. "I'm sorry Tsume, but... I just... I have to get back to bed.... Shopping you know."

"I know." Replies the model, he didn't seem hurt by the boys actions but a little put out.

"Right.... Good night, Tsume."

"Good night."

Crossing the distance back over to the male, he wraps his arms around him. "I'm glad you're here by the way."

Resisting the urge to try for another kiss, Tsume rubs the boys back and nods. "I'm glad your here too."

"Thanks. See you in the morning." He released his hold then walked out of the room.

Tsume listened to the boys departure until the bedroom door clicked closed. Flopping back onto the pillows he sighs. Holding up his hand he says. "Looks like its just you and me again tonight." Snickering at his old joke, he reaches over and turns off the lamp then settles in to sleep the rest of the night.

Needless to say the night was NOT very restful for Toboe and he was glad that he managed to get some sleep before Tsume popped in on them otherwise he'd be climbing the walls. Instead he just lay in bed staring at the patterns on the ceiling being cast by moonlight hitting something outside. Toboe listens to the sounds of his brother sleeping.

'I wonder if he could sleep so soundly if he knew Tsume came home?' Thinks the younger Wolf boy.

He could bet that his brother would be awake like himself wondering if they should discuss the issue or leave it better left unsaid. Finally having had enough of laying there and staring at the shadows, Toboe sits up then gets out of bed heading for the kitchen to get a drink. The small kitchen lights up from the open refrigerator while the young boy fishes for a drink. His first instinct is for the container of tea but he then remembered that Faye told them not to drink it. He had to wonder why she isn't drinking it but adults are weird like that. Settling for a bottle of orange juice, as Tsume had been holding, he cracks the seal of the cap then carries it into the living room not feeling like sitting in bed right now.

The large couch sinks in with his weight craddling him gently. Toboe curls himself into the fetile position, head resting on the back of the couch. For a moment he closed his eyes feeling a warmth wash over him from all around causing a small smile upon his face.

'Does it feel like this?' He wonders. 'To be held by your parents.... warm, and cozy.' Toboe snuggles his cheek further into the couch. 'Would they be proud of me for finding someone to like deep enough to think that I might be in love with him? Or would they be mad like Kiba?' The bottle in his hand begins to sweat from the warm air pressing into the cold liquid inside. 'I... I wish I knew them like Kiba does but I can't even remember their names muchless their faces.' He can feel tears forming at the corners of his closed eyes. 'I hate it.... I hate that Tsume is to blame for them being gone but,' He swallows hard. 'But that doesn't stop me from caring about him because I didn't know them but I know Tsume and I can tell that he is sorry for doing it so how can I be mad at him for it even though I don't like it one bit... I wish that Kiba could think the same way. It probably upped his conviction of him. I wish somebody would give me a sign of what to do- anything!'

Rubbing a hand across his wet eyes, he opens them drawing in a sharp breath of surprise. There against the closed curtains of the dining room his orange eyes gaze at a strange shadow imprinted on them, it looks to be a large animals' shadow. Toboe panicked for a moment, but then looking closer it seems to be coming from the open room above the living room. Could it be, though? Tsume never mentioned anything about having a pet and they've been here for a couple days making enough noise to alert even the calmest animal to their attention. It must be something else. Getting up from the couch he sets his drink down on the coffee table, then heads for the metal stairs at the edge of the room connecting to the upper level of the home. A quick glance down the halls at the closed door of the master of the house to make sure he wouldn't catch him, should he and his brother and Hige not be allowed up, Toboe ascends the twisted metal staircase. He's always wanted to see what is up here but never got a chance to look. He wondered if Hige or Kiba ever looked- if they were even still curious since it was brought up back when they arrived. After about 13 stairs he reached the top of the room and if his eyes could have fallen out of his head they'd roll backward and into the dining room in disbelief.

There in the room is a futon bed, large and flat on the floor with bedding covering it as though it were made up for someone to sleep in it as soon as tonight. His attention is then drawn to the place rug the bed is set on top of. It looks so pale it could only be white, like the moon. Beside it, in the corners of the room are very well trimmed plants; a long thin trunk has dark green leaves twisting around it in a spiral until the point at the top, flowers have bloomed about the plant, he can't see them too well so he doesn't know what type they are for sure- not that he was an expert on flowers but he liked to identify things he's seen before. The part of the room that had to be the main attraction, though, is in the window that sits in the center of it all. And placed there in the window, casting light off itself from moonlight is a statue. Finally entering the rooms entirety, Toboe touches the statue that cast such a creepy looking shadow on the closed curtains downstairs.

'Its.... Its a wolf statue.' He picks it up admiring the proud way the wolf's head is tilted up, the mouth parted to show what its doing. Then turning it towards the moons light he reads the plaque. 'Howling. Like... Like me?' He blushes; Kiba often joked that the reason their parents named him that is because Toboe never stopped crying from day one out of the hospital and how his name is really something else- Okubo he said once but he knew Kiba was just messing with him as big brothers do. Lowering the brown obsidian colored statue back down onto the window he looks about the room for anything else within it but saw nothing else. Toboe had to wonder, though, was this room for-... for him?

"Tsume." He utters in confusion, but confused couldn't describe Toboe's feelings good enough. He's... completely gone with thoughts and none of them wanna make sense right now. Tsume does love him and now he has to break up with him? He had to know how that was fair at all. Tsume is a good guy, a normal and good guy so then why can't he be with him? They don't even live in the same area anymore that's why. They're ages apart for another, and Tsume and Kiba don't get along so they would never be comfortable in the same room together. Sitting down on the bed, he lowers his head to the soft fluffy pillow the weight of sleep getting to him. He's gonna need his rest for the battle ahead. He just knows it.

Toboe opens his eyes slowly, as daylight creeps in from the window beside him. Rubbing the back of his hand across his eyes, he sits up at the sound of someone moving around below. The televisions been turned on. Quickly, he gets up from the bed then hurries down the twisting stairs in hopes of getting to his bedroom before whomever that is spots him.

"Toboe?"

Too late. Turning he smiles at Tsume who's in the kitchen, hair well groomed into its usual style, pajamas in place covering every inch of the man. Tsume is running a whisk through a clear bowl filled with egg yolks within his hands.

Hand behind his head, he laughs nervously hoping that Tsume didn't see exactly where it was that he had come from. "Huh? Yeah?" He asks.

"You're up early." Notes the model before gesturing with his head. "Wanna help me with breakfast?"

Relieved that he wasn't asked where he'd just come from out of nowhere, Toboe grins cheefully. "Oh sure!" He laughs again, the same nervous one from before as he walks into the kitchen. "I never get to cook much at home. I get to do it a lot more now but not if I'm alone." He takes out some fatback bacon. 'There I go again blurting things out just to avoid the butterflies in my stomach. No wonder Kiba never wants us alone- god forbid Tsume was some weirdo, I'd probably tell him our account numbers at the bank... if I knew them.' Pulling some strips free from the pile he eases them onto the warming pan. Leaning in close when he hears a sizzle, he glances up at the model who gives him a little push back.

"Don't get too close, the grease will burn you when it pops."

Smirking, the boy backs away a step. "Alright, alright." Toboe snickers a moment then says off-handed. "You know, you sounded just like my brother when you said that."

Scoffing Tsume shakes his head. "I'm not surprised the only thing we'd have in common is your well-being."

Toboe blushed the moment those words passed Tsume's lips, even though they weren't said in a loving way it still made his heart jump that it could be said so absently like caring about him were the most natural thing in the world. It felt really good. The young teen yelped when the bacon popped on the pan bringing him down from his cloud. Tsume laughed to himself before muttering something about not spacing out when you're cooking.

Surprised the older man didn't tossle his hair, Toboe waved a hand to ward off the heckling. "Alright, alright. I'm paying attention. Do you have tongs or something to flip them?"

"In that drawer." The model points to a drawer next to the sink.

"Right." He goes to retrieve the mentioned item to turn over the meat in the pan. Boy if Kiba could see him now, handling something like this he'd be so impressed he'd know that he could trust him to cook for them at any given time when Kiba has to work late. Then they wouldn't have to eat a late dinner some nights.

"Onions?" Tsume questions.

"Not for me or Kiba, Hige likes 'em though."

"Dare I suggest peppers?"

Tongue out the boy gives a dramatic. "Bleh! Some for Hige though."

"Cheese?"

"Any kind you have, except Kiba doesn't like swiss. Hige-..."

"Will have everything but the tiles off the floor. I know."

Laughing, Toboe nods. "Yeah."

Tsume busies himself preparing the eggs and also a pan to suatee the onions and such for Hige and hisself. The two work queitly together while making the food. Toboe though, steals glances at the model any chance that not being caught presents itself to him. He wondered if they will be anything like this once he's old enough to date whomever he wants. He can see it all, being 21 years old and feeling on top of the world because he has a guy waiting for him... a great guy. But will Tsume wait that long for him? Tsume told him that he's had a crush on him since the first time he ever saw him and he could only wait a year before moving in on him. How could he ask Tsume to wait again? But then again, if Tsume loves him as much as he says he does wouldn't waiting just be a torturous but sweet journey?

'Listen at me. I've read one too many of Cheza's girly comic books. Of course Tsume will understand, how can he not. I just need to find the right time to talk to him about it. I have to let him know that it's my idea and not Kiba's otherwise he'll hate me- maybe even a little bit and that just wouldn't be fair, not to mention it would really hurt because I have to wait too. Its not like I'll be living it up in Japan while Tsume's here bored to tears with no one to snuggle up next to at night.' Hearing that he mentally slapped himself. He really does need to lay off Cheza's comics.

"Mmmmmmman!" Hige stretched his words through his verbal and fullbodied yawn with arms in the air and feet on tiptoes like he's gotten rigir mortis overnight. "That smells good. Thanks for cooking runt." Says Hige still in the 'tween of the dining room and living room. Seeing Kiba emerge from his side view Hige leans over planting a kiss on the males cheek. "Morning Kiba. Can you believe the runts cooking for us? Someone's being adventerous on his vacation."

"That's fine." Kiba says on his way to the kitchen. "Toboe just be care-..." His words come to an abrupt hault upon seeing the model. Eyes glared, he says in bitter surprise. "Tsume."

Gasping in mock surprise, the model says. "Kiba!" Using his usual tone, the man goes on to say. "Why so surprised, you knew I'd be coming home."

"Yeah but you're a day early." He walks further into the kitchen feeling the need to cover his brother with his body since the model is in nothing more than night clothes.

"What difference does it make?" Asks Tsume testing Kiba's true intentions of bringing them to his home, though, they were invited the model can't help but think its only possible that they came because he's hoping he's brainwashed Toboe enough to have the boy break up with him so they could leave as soon as possible. Well, if Tsume can have any say about it, its not gonna happen. He loves that boy and nothing's gonna change it. So Kiba can try all he wants. "I would have come home later at night, or early the next morning anyway- but I'm sure anytime I came home would have been bad timing to you, right?"

Tsume's trying to coax something out of him and Kiba knows that. But he's not gonna play into it. He shouldn't have to, after all Tsume will do a fine job of breaking them up all on his own. Kiba knows this for a fact. And if Toboe intends to keep dishing out silent treatments eventually Tsume will take the hint of why and go from there by asking Toboe if he wants to separate at which point his little brother will say "yes"; sorrowful goodbye's and then they'll be on there way home and never hear from the model again. So that being known, Kiba merely puts on a smile and replies in a light voice, though, he couldn't keep it from coming out between his teeth.

"Not at all, its your house come and go as you like." Looking down at the pan, he flicks his eyes to the sky lit ceiling then says. "I planned on having cereal today, hope you've got some kind of appetite if you went out of your way to make portions. I see models eat now, so you shouldn't have a hard time with it." Retrieving a bowl from the cabinet, Kiba fixes himself a bowl of Corn Flakes then joins Hige in the dining room.

Leaning over, he raises his brows and asks curiously. "What? What's happened?"

Under his breath he says dead-toned. "Tsume's home."

"Yeah?" Thinking that over he then says. "Isn't he a day earl-..."

"I know that!" He hissed out. "Just forget it though, he's gonna try to get under my skin but I'm ready to ignore him." He takes a bite of cereal.

Smiling, Hige says with a hearty pat on the males back. "Good for you." Though deep down he knew that it was only a dream, Tsume's just too good at roping Kiba into a pissy mood and that's just from being around. God forbid the man have the nerve to try normal conversation, Kiba might go nuts on him. He only hoped that when the fur started flying that most of it'd be Tsume's.

"Ta-da!!" Calls Toboe entering the dining room with a plate full of food. "I made the bacon- ahehehe, just leave the burnt ones for me, I guess." He takes a seat glancing over his shoulder at Tsume's moving into the room.

"Alright, thanks!" Hige begins to plate up some eggs nodding his thanks to Tsume who sets down a glass of orange juice.

If things kept up this way, Hige wouldn't have to cook the entire trip. Kiba kept his gaze at his cereal feeling a little betrayed by Hige for eating the meal but he couldn't blame his healthy appetited lover for eating anything put in front of him no matter who made it. Eating has no loyalties. Tsume did take Kiba's portions he noticed but the jerk also took it upon his self to eat the bacon his brother burned waving it off as nothing when the boy looked at him in surprise. He couldn't help but wonder if it were possible to get food poisoning from cereal. That would keep Toboe home with him while the others went out to shop as Faye had promised.

'Faye! Of course, she knows the two of them are weird. She'll have to side with me and keep them apart even if a little.' Thinks the once nauseous male.

Breakfast is uncomfortably quiet and Toboe could guess that it was killing Hige who usual would say something even while eating. Hige may have a food zone but he also has a chattering zone and tends to do both- unfortunately sometimes. Toboe thought it'd be better if he got the ball rolling then.

"So.... anyone" No, that was stupid how could anyone have seen any good movies when they never went to one. And they all watch television at the same time so there wasn't a chance that someone had seen something any different from anyone else. He knew what Tsume has been up to and also knew that neither his brother or Hige, maybe, would care. So then what? What can they talk about? 'Oh! I know!' Clearing his throat, leaning over a bit to see the models face since he's beside him Toboe asks. "Tsume, did you get that bathtub and shower for free since you did the commercial?"

"Yeah."

That didn't go well.

"Sweet deal." Says Hige earning a smile from the young teen for having the gumption to say something. "You get anything else?"

"Sure lots of stuff. Free meals, clothes, electronics. So long as your fame remains over the price of something life is an oyster and you're always the pearl." He takes another bite of egg.

"And you're always the pearl." Mutters Kiba mockingly.

"What Kiba?" Asks Hige with a hand to his ear. He knew it wouldn't last.

Shrugging the Wolf teen says casually. "I said its a beautiful day, it would suck if it rained."

Cocking a brow knowing otherwise, Hige says. "Yeah, I would love to go to the beach sometime- just hope we can avoid snark attacks." He grins cheekily.

"I'm sure we can if we can keep the rich blood out of the water."

"I'm sure it'll be fine if you just learn to swim away whenever it gets too close otherwise it'll just get under your skin and ruin everything."

Both Tsume and Toboe just listen and chew as the two fight in code. But apparently Tsume's a rich fuck throwing his light weight around when Kiba doesn't think he's worth a cent. And Hige just wants a nice trip and hopes that Kiba will keep it that way. Or maybe they just wanna go to the beach it was hard to tell with them sometimes. But they all had a sigh of relief when the front door opened and Faye walks in.