Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Italian Sushi ❯ True Feelings ( Chapter 15 )

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

A.N: Thank you all so much for reading it means the world to me because Wolf's Rain is a fanime so you don't see it all the time like other anime, so thank you for reading. I just noticed this today but I end things weird hahaha. I only have the epilog after this and it went exactly as I wanted it to go but thinking about it from a readers view its ends weird. I hope you like it I took forever trying to get it just right. Fantasy.


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Toboe locked the door behind him after entering the mans penthouse. It reminded him of the one that Tsume stayed in when he lived in Japan, only everything is on opposite sides. He wonders if this home is the male's real home or does he simply own two places like most rich people.

'Stupid Tsume.' He takes a seat on the couch. Mouth in a pout, he crosses his arms over his chest moping silently while looking down at his lap. 'Is it so wrong to be jealous, I mean- come on! She was all over him! Its so obvious that she likes him.' He couldn't believe it, he couldn't believe that he was actually going to cry- no, not going to but is, his tears spill about his cheeks running to his chest and into his shirt. "Dammit Tsume, why do you have to make me feel like this!" He shouts at no one. "I'd never make you jealous with anyone!" His words hit him suddenly. "I could, though, couldn't I.... He hates that Darcia guy... which is all the more reason for him to be jealous if I spend time with him." Wiping his hand across his face he sniffles back the snot attempting to join his tear's trail. "How am I gonna get into contact with him though?" Getting up from the couch Toboe walks into the kitchen.

Its a well known fact that people never keep things in their bedroom if they don't care for it, they leave it in the kitchen or in the living room; whether or not Tsume likes Darcia the man seems to still be hung up on him so he'd no doubt keep writing to him and Tsume will no doubt throw the letters away but he might get lazy leaving a few hanging around until he remembers its there. Searching through kitchen drawers and papers on top of the microwave, but nothing came from the search.

"Shoot. Well, at least he isn't keeping contact with him- that's good, right?" Rolling his eyes he adds mentally. 'So what if I'm the only guy he likes, I don't want Tsume liking anyone.' Absently he yanks open the refrigerator pulling out a bottle of what looks to be tea. Popping the cap off he gives it a sniff. 'Smells like tea.' Walking to the cabinet he grabs a glass pouring the drink into it, heading into the living room he keeps the container of juice with him setting it down on the coffee table. Spotting the remote he turns on the television then surfs for something to watch.

He may as well watch tv until he can think of what to do to keep Tsume from marrying some woman.

Back in Naples. The two teens are in the middle of a morning excersize in Tsume's vibrating chair; power turned to high the chair trembles beneath them like an isolated earthquake.

"Aaa!" Kiba's legs wrap firmly together behind the chair, his arms around Hige's neck as he climax's; the clenching of his body around the chair seated male causes him to do the same.

Panting into Kiba's open and also panting mouth, Hige smiles at the male shaking his head. "Man, we have to revamp your dreams more often." He then laughs at the shocked look on his lovers face.

"What?"

Giving his lovers butt a squeeze Hige leans back in the seat rocking it back and forth. "Come on, Kib', do you think I was born yesterday? I know that your dream about Tsume was something like this, when you pushed up on me you were so specific to where it had to be and everything. Gotta tell ya its kinda hot." He laughs again running a hand through his sweaty hair.

Glaring, Kiba blushed as he exited his lovers lap. "Hn. Its not like that.... I just figured if I'm gonna get the image out of my head than I may as well just do it with you. Is that so wrong?" He grabs his clothes from the floor.

Hige shrugged. "I think its weird but hey if it gets me that then who's complaining." With his leg extended he nabs his shirt between his toes lifting it up to his awaiting hand. "Shower?"

"Seperately."

"Huh? How come?!" He asks in mock offense.

"Because I'm not in the mood for round two, right now I wanna call Tsume's house to see if Toboe is there."

"Hmph. Still can't believe you let him go."

"Trust me, neither can I but... let him have his fun for today. He knows when the flight is so he won't be pulling any stunts.... besides.... if it were you I would want time alone with you."

"But we're the same age." Informs the Moon teen.

"Don't remind me of that unless you want me climbing the walls and boring the snot out of you with my brooding."

Hands up he retorts. "Say no more, my lips are sealed."

"Good." Looking at the chair his boyfriend just got up from, he says on his way to the bathroom. "We should probably clean up before we go out anywhere."

"Clean up?! What for?!" Shoulders lagged he sighs heavily. "And in a snap he's made the day boring." He looks up in time to see the pair of jeans before it smacks him in the face then falls to the floor. "Ahehehe sorry Kiba!"

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The front door shoves open and in walks Tsume holding a box of cold pizza in his hands. "Toboe?" He calls out. Walking further into his home he spots the male on the couch laughing at something on the tv, though, the show seems to be a drama or soap opera. "Toboe, why didn't you open the door to get the pizza I ordered for you?"

The boy continued laughing.

Cocking a brow he sets the box down on the kitchen table then heading over to the living room he takes a seat beside the boy; looking then at the television he shakes his head in wonder. "Toboe-...?"

Wetting his lips Toboe falls over onto Tsume's lap; face planted down into the male's crotch, he licks at the fabric.

Shuddering from the sudden warmth rushing down there from the attention its receiving Tsume shoves the boy back away from him. "Toboe, what the hell is wrong with you?"

That only seemed to make the male laugh more. "I've been..." He started to say breaking into a further laugh until he could squeek out. "I've been thinking about how to- hahaha, make you jealous but I ca- ahahaha" He slumps over holding his stomach as a fit of giggles continue pouring out of him. "Tsu- Tsume I can't stop laughing!" He barks on accident. "You've gotta help me Tsume!" That only made him laugh further.

Snickering from the boy's contageous laughter, he rubs Toboe's chest. "And what the hell am I supposed to do?"

"Mmm bore me with your kisses." He cracked up harder.

Expression soured the male starts to stand.

"No, no, I'm serious!" Wrapping his legs around the models slender form he's nearly dragged from the couch when Tsume starts away. Sitting up, he leaps on the male planting kisses all over his face. "Tsume, please, I was only teasing." He's silenced as he concentrates on kissing the man.

Tsume kisses back, hands coming up around the male rubbing his back.

"Yeah," Whispers Toboe. "that's the good stuff." He bucks his hips into Tsume's gut causing the male to back against a wall. "Kiba's not here, we can do it until the walls come down on us."

"Tempting as that is, what the hell is wrong with you?"

Toboe's tongue crashes into his mouth mingling for a moment with his own for a bit, but that bit was long enough.

Pulling away, Tsume swallows the taste. "Oh shit," Leaning closer to Toboe he sniffs inside the boy's mouth. "tell me you did not drink the tea in the refrigerator."

"I didn't plan to, beep." Toboe beeped him on the nose with his finger before kissing it.

"What, did you drink the whole thing?" He sets the boy down holding him at arms length.

"It was the most delicious tea I ever had; no wonder Faye didn't want to share." He then starts to laugh again. "Ssssst, ssssst" He holds a finger to his mouth asking for the man's silence after a slurred 'ppssst'. "I think you've got a stalker! Someone was ringing the door bell and ringing it... they finally went away."

"I ordered you a pizza for lunch which, by the way, you'd better start eating to get some of the alcohol out of your system, pup."

"I'm not hungry, I'm just really, really horny." Slapping a hand to his mouth he laughs and says. "Oh shit, that's like the same thing. Ahahahaha!!"

Face drooped, Tsume guides the male to the couch sitting him down with a light but firm push. "Wait here."

"Aye, aye captain." He says rocking forward and back.

'Hn. I can just hear Kiba after this one.' Thinks the male heading into the kitchen. Removing 4 slices from the box he tosses them into the microwave to heat them up. 'Damn I'm stupid, I forgot about the stupid long island, I'm so fucked.' He can still hear the boy trying to calm his laughter, its now coming out like a stream of 'hmhmhmhm'. Tsume can't help but smile at how cute it sounds, though.

Once the microwave stopped, he pulled the plate out wondering a second how it can be cold when the pizza is hot. Giving the food a test poke, he's satisfied with it so he takes it into the living room. "Here, eat this."

"Finally!" Droned the teen as though he had been waiting his whole life.

Setting the plate down on the coffee table, Tsume returns to the kitchen to get the boy a drink of orange juice. 'Ha. What do you give a drunk kid to drink?' He laughs to himself while pouring the juice into a mug. Walking out of the living room he pauses for a second. "Slow down will you, its not gonna run off the plate."

"Says you, I just saw that move." He points to a slice of mushroom sausage, sucking the grease from his fingers Toboe then sucks his bottom lip into his mouth to suck that as well. "Tsume really, let's have wild passionate sex- I can be on top!"

"Toboe, you're drunk and you need to sober up before we have any" He can't help but snicker at the boys wording. "wild passionate sex."

"Kill joy." Swallowing hard he sets the pizza down.

Brushing his hand through his hair, he asks. "What's wrong?"

Turning the boy felt his stomach do the same.... all over Tsume.

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"Uuuugh," Toboe opened his mouth again vomit gushing out of it into the toilet.

Tsume is beside the boy holding a wet towel to the back of the boys neck and cheeks. "You'll be alright."

Crouching, Toboe sits back frowning as the man removes the vomit from around his mouth with the towel before flipping it around to a clean spot. "I'm sorry, I must look a mess." Tears in his eyes, he prays that his stomach has settled since he's been throwing up for what felt like an hour but his watch shows only ten or so minutes have passed.

This must just be awful for Tsume seeing him like this. Bad enough the man married someone and had kids, but his last memory of his gay lover will be a hurl fest in his toilet. Why can't anything between them just work out right? Since meeting Tsume he's had the issue of being too young, which makes Kiba always on his case, then there's the fact that he probably is a terrible kisser since he's got zero experience in the field, he's whiny and troublesome; Tsume's record isn't all that clean either, he's the one that burned down their cabin and gave him and his brother their burn marks, Tsume also has to deal with the fact that he's very recognized and having a young male lover can't possibly be easy for him. ...Maybe.... maybe Kiba knows what he's talking about after all, maybe they simply can't be together.

Leaning over the model flushes the toilet then holding Toboe by his shoulders Tsume helps him stand up before he picks him up, bridal style, carrying him into his bedroom.

"Tsume," He settles himself into the bed. "I'm sorry... you must think I'm pretty disgusting right now."

Removing his ruined 300 dollar shirt the male shrugs and from the bedroom manages to get the shirt into the bathtub. "Take your clothes off." He asks after seeing that on the way to the bathroom Toboe had gotten fluids on himself as well.

Sitting up he removes his clothes feeling tears rushing down his cheeks as he does so. He can't cry... he won't cry. Too late... Whimpering, he just lets his pain out, bringing the towel up to his face trying to staunch the sound.

In a pair of pajamas, Tsume hands a night shirt and pants to the boy. "Why are you crying?" He sits on the bed beside the boy.

"Because I threw up on you and everything is getting messed up." He weeps out.

"That's a stupid reason to cry."

"No it isn't." Toboe is dressing slowly since one hand is always coming to his face wiping tears.

"First of all," He lays down on the bed. "I've tended to the queen of alcohol induced vomit so, trust me, it doesn't bother me at all." Tsume wraps his arms around the boy once he's dressed and laying in bed beside him. "You mind explaining to me what is getting messed up exactly?"

"Everything, Tsume, I.... its stupid."

"I know its stupid, but you should tell me anyway."

"Gee thanks!"

"Just spit it out."

"I had this bad dream-.."

"Nightmares." He says as though it would figure young people are always so driven by dreams and omens.

"Its no joke, you were married to some woman and you had kids together.... you forgot all about loving me." His voice lowered at that then rose as he spat out. "It was the worst feeling in the world!"

"I'm sure it was, but its not gonna happen." He kisses the male on the shoulder. "Got it. I'm serious when I say that aside from Darcia you've been the only person I've been intimate with; my career has been the only romance I've ever had so stop crying."

A frown set on his face, the boy wipes his eyes one last time. "Fine... But Tsume, you wouldn't really get married and have kids just because we were apart- would you?"

"....I hate children, and married women become nags- I've got Jet for that so, no, I doubt your silly little dream would ever come true." Brushing his fingers through the boys hair he says quietly. "Meanwhile, I'm glad that you're here."

"Really? Could have fooled me with the way you were drooling over that woman."

"Hn. I must be a better actor than I thought, thanks pup." He laughs to himself. "Mrs. Gristen has four kids and a husband- not a second husband, or a third but husband. I asked."

Blushing he pouts. "Well, leaving him... there's a first time for everything- you're really attractive, Tsume!"

"Thank you." Smooching the boy on the lips he cringes. "You know there's some mouthwash in the bathroom, wanna use it."

"Asshole." He gets up.

"My what a potty mouth you are when your mother isn't around."

"Shut up." He says over a garggle. Spitting, he wipes a hand across his mouth returning to the bedroom, climbing on top of Tsume. "Well?"

"Well what?"

"I was serious before, let's get naked." Insists the male rocking his hips.

"No."

"No?"

Shaking his head he replies. "No. Not until you tell me where we stand? Are you planning on breaking up with me or not? Living in two different places won't always work for one of us- obviously, look at how you reacted to Nilia; so I wanna know if you're cutting your losses."

"Tsume... its just so stupid." He says quietly. "I love you so much."

"Hn. Then why haven't you been talking to me? Since you got here you've been clammed up thinking about who knows what and its driving me batshit crazy... So spill it."

"Alright! Can't a person be scared once in a while!? I can't be like you Tsume, I can't walk around saying 'well fuck it!' .....It's complicated."

"How?"

"Because... I don't like what I wanna say."

Frowning, he sighs. "Pretend I'm someone else then."

Sighing in aggression he slides off of the male sitting beside him. "Sometimes... its just that sometimes, being with you, is so hard. You killed my family and... I don't know how to feel about that sometimes. On the one hand I love my life like it is now but I sometimes wonder what it would be like if I knew them but I'll never know...." He starts to cry again. "I'll never know at all because of you! I'll never know if Kiba would have been a normal brother or if he would still love me enough to want me around but not in a scary way like he does...." He stops speaking in sobbed barks letting himself cry. "Tsume... dammit...." He cries more. "I don't like being with you when that part of me that hates you won't stay away! It makes me feel like I could smash your face in with something or push you into a fire... But the part of me that loves you only wants to be with you and be loved by you and anytime someone tells me no I wanna do something stupid and wreckless just to make them back off if they don't stop telling me no."

Tsume could only listen in bewildered silence. He had no idea Toboe felt any of this. He always seemed so... happy. But he's glad that he's stopped being silent and is at least telling him what's going on instead of continuing to fake it like all is well when it clearly isn't. "Go on." His voice is softened due to the sudden dryness thats come over his mouth. He wants to know the boys feelings but at the same time it hurts to think about the outcome of it. Will Toboe leave him? He isn't sure how he'll take that right off, in time it might get easier but now....

"My brother struggles so much, and having to deal with me being in love with you just makes it that much harder. I'm not selfish or blind and hurting him makes me mentally sick because he's gone beyond what he should have to just to make sure that I'm alright. He has to figure out how to pay bills and cook for me when I was too small to do it myself, he's terrified of thunder storms- he thinks that I don't know but I know, and its because he keeps thinking about that night. Kiba has to go to school and a job, does he ever really get to sleep? I wonder this everytime I lay in bed trying to figure out what I can do to ease some of his pains;" He sniffles. "If Hige weren't around I don't think my brother would ever smile." He leans forward so that his face is pressed into the blanket.

"Toboe... I..."

"Can't you just make it easy on me and tell me to go away? Feel horrible about being with someone younger than you and tell me to go away! So that I don't have to feel like throwing up because I love the person who killed my family...."

"I... can't do that...." He swallows hard. "I'm glad that you can hate me but at the same time I wonder if it isn't just Kiba talking through you."

"Its not! You arrogant bastard!" Sitting up he balls his fist slugging the man in his right eye. He wasn't sure if it had hurt the man but it made him feel a little better. "Kiba's only been saying things to me because I was too blind to really get it. I had so much shit to sort out back then that-... I don't know, its finally all catching up to me!" He throws his hands in the air motioning with them as if to show that he's been attempting to swat them away but can't manage because there is so much of it. "Don't make this hard for me Tsume, please don't make it hard for me."

"Hard for you to do what?" He couldn't believe he had asked.

"....To.... to leave you." His voice broke so much due to tears it was almost incoherant.

Tsume heard though. "I'll take you back to Naples-..."

"No! Say it Tsume! You have to say it!"

"Don't ask me to!" He hollered. Remaining on his back and laying down he wanted the boy to keep his hand and authority, last thing he wanted was to be intimidating. "Since I met you you're all I can fucking think about! And you want me to say good bye to you? I love you Toboe! I want to stay loving you, but if you don't love me than you do it. I'm not gonna sit here and release you when I don't want to."

Face scrunched he leans over to the man kissing him hard, climbing on top of him his hands rip apart the pajama top; one button flew off the silk material pattering to the floor. The younger male trailed kisses from Tsume's jaw to the man's chest stopping only once he reached the band of the model's pants. Tsume watched fascinated as Toboe tugs his pants down enough to expose his bare lap since he didn't wear boxers the other day and never got a chance to put any on.

"Toboe..." He said warningly before gasping in pleasure; hands clucthing the blanket, when the boys mouth came around his member. Body shuddering in pleasure, he moves a hand into the boys hair. "Oh God, Toboe, don't do this."

Mouth sliding from around the man's apendage, the tip of his tongue removing the physical evidance of the model's enjoyment he whispers onto Tsume's lap. "You promised me that I could, remember?"

Nodding he says. "I do."

"Thank you." Returning to what he was doing he could feel his tears still stinging his eyes but they were subsiding a bit.

Toboe's never had experience in pleasuring someone before and he's pretty sure as far as sex goes no one will ever be inside of him, and he will never be inside of anyone ever again. So this is it, he has to make it count and last or he'll never be able to move on....

Toboe ceased his activity licking his way in little laps up the man's body until he's laying over him kissing Tsume on the mouth. He will do this for both he and Tsume to enjoy; he'll kiss him as he's learned from being kissed by the man, he'll stretch him as he's learned from being stretched by the man, and he will move with him in that perfection that can only be seen by them. Toboe's erection grows firmly between their legs as they rock up and down; Tsume lets out low moans and sighs feeling his own member, stuck to his gut, being used like a mini stripper pole by the boys stomach. Toboe's pace hastened when the model's fingers brush lightly between his cheeks with a lingering swirl at his hole. If that's how Tsume wanted it done than he will do it.

Leaning to the side they're both laying on the bed now some friction lost but made up for by the impressive lip lock the teen is showcasing. Leg secured firmly around the older man's hip Toboe's mouth starts giving attention to Tsume's neck and shoulder while his hand rakes up and down the mans back near his spine. The Wolf teen hummed a sigh just hearing the model's low enjoyment in his ear. Toboe moves his hand down between Tsume's ass, touching it, squeezing it liking the firm feeling of it; brushing the hole with his middle finger he wished for a second that they were a little longer as he hasn't fully grown up in that way.

"Tsume, can you lie on your stomach for me?"

Kissing the boy, Tsume complies.

"Where's the-...?"

Cutting him off, he says. "Top drawer."

Crawling to the head of the bed he removes what he needs from the drawer looking over the box of condoms with care. He wondered if he'd fit into it properly, and if doesn't will it be bad news for him and Tsume?

"Tsume I..."

"I don't care, just do whatever you like."

Nodding, he returns to the man's side straddling over the model's legs just below his butt. Opening the bottle he pours some of the liquid into his hand giving it a good coating; Toboe already feels his hands and body shaking with nerves from what he's about to do.

'I can do this it's not that hard and... and Tsume's already had sex before so it shouldn't hurt him.' Swallowing a gulp of air he lets out a sigh. Leaning forward he kisses the man between his shoulder blades and the back of his neck; fingers in place he slips one into the man momentarily shocked at how warm it is inside, no wonder Tsume always seems so abandoned and hungry while inside of him, if its this nice to his finger he couldn't imagine what it would be like there.

Tsume gripped the blanket tightly in his fist. It's been years since he's done this literally Darcia was the last person he's ever slept with as far as human contact and entering went. He wasn't sure if he were ready for it or not; his hips, though, said otherwise as they rocked back when the teen added a second finger.

'Tsume plunges and scissors.' Toboe coaches himself while his fingers go through the motions; judging by the clenching the model's body is giving him and the pants and whispers of how nice it feels he's doing the right things. Half on Tsume and half off him on the bed, Toboe is kissing the man on the cheek, heading towards his lips Tsume joined in the kiss being dipped down towards the man's face by when the model's hips rose launching him more forward.

"Tsume, are you ready- does it feel alright?"

"Yeah, sure."

Nodding, he removes his fingers slipping on the wide condom seeing no way to fill out the part he lacked he could only hope Tsume's body is tight enough to keep the thing pinned to his member. Again he picks up the bottle squeezing the liquid into his hand covering the condom first he puts more into his hand then gets behind the male, positions, then slides in. Both men groan at the feeling so different than what they have been getting used to. Toboe was right about it being better on his penis the heat was encasing him seeming to get hotter from the lubricant activating. Now what?

"Move." Tsume instructs. "Slowly, then pick it up."

Nodding, unsure if it were seen or not Toboe does as he's told completely blown away by how the simple act of moving could make this feeling even better. Hunching over the model's back he moans erratically as he thrust in and out of the male slowly as he said; lubricated hand seeking Tsume's member he latches on sliding his hand up and down squeezing at the base.

The bed springs creaked a bit from the movement but the blanket hissed and shifted with their movement. Toboe banged his hips into the man a bit faster when Tsume's hole tightened whenever he applied pressure to the base of his sex, he barely pulled back only pushed forward wanting it deeper than he could go.

Tsume's snicker brought him out of his daze and he picked up his pace in and out over and over with changes here and there, both men could feel the end near and when it came it ripped through them hard arching them together and dropping them like sacks of rice onto the bed in a panting heap. Quietly they lay there nothing but pants conversating for them.

"Toboe... I'm sorry." Holding the boy's tear stained cheek he kisses him. "Its time to go."