Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 14

Title: Love Object

Author: Linkin Fantasy

Pairings: Tsume/Toboe, Hige/Kiba

Disclaimer: Wolf's Rain and the characters of Wolf's Rain belong to their respective owners.

Warning: This story is NC-17. It is not for under age readers.

Chapter Fourteen

 On the west side of town. Tsume returned home from shopping, carrying a small plastic bag in one hand while he slipped off his sun glasses with the other. He walked over to the phone checking to see if he had any messages- there were none- so he then wandered into the kitchen with his groceries.

 "Hhhrrr." He sighed dryly, looking over a package of hot dogs. "How the hell do you cook these things anyway?" Flipping from the front to the back, he grumbled again in frustration dropping the dogs onto the counter. The next item from the bag was a small box of oven heated macaroni.

 Seems simple enough. Unpackaging the meal, Tsume dropped the item onto an oven tray then he slid it into the hot oven. Drifting into his bedroom, so he could wait for his late night meal, Tsume began to strip his clothes away. He sighed wishing that someday it would be Toboe undressing him. Touching him.... desiring him, just as much as he wanted him.

 A low moan escaped his mouth as he pulled up his silky red pajama pants, the waste band snapped over his crotch. He chose to ignore the slowly growing erection that was about to take place as he reached for his shirt. Leaving the shirt open, Tsume stroled around his bedroom remembering his little treasures words and emotions.

This room is so cool! The boy beamed. Toboe walked over to the bed as though he were drawn to it, not the least bit shy about pulling over the thick covers to take a look at the sheets. I kinda guessed they'd be black. He smiled.

Tsume touched his bed, running the palm of his hand over it. Someday you'll see what I can do in this bed, Toboe. The model gazed at the spot where the boys hand had fallen. 

A low rapping at his door, pulled Tsume's attention away from his thoughts and he padded angrily to the door. Yanking it open he glared at his neighbor. "What?!"

Jet grinned sheepishly seeing Tsume's night wear. "You usually don't wear that sort of thing unless you're entertaining someone," He stated trying to look past the model.

Tsume cocked an eyebrow turning his head left to right trying to look over his shoulder at whatever called his friends attention away. "What are you looking for?"

"I'm looking for the guy you've got stashed in there." The man replied.

"Guy? What makes you think-...?" Tsume said in a coy manner.

"Oh come on," Jet waved a hand. "Everybody knows you're into guys. Why do you think your fan base rose so high. This is Japan Tsu', it's not like America."

"Well whatever, either way there's no one here." Tsume was beginning to close the door. "I dress nicely for myself. Gotta keep up that appearance you know."

"No wait, I forgot about these." He slung the mans boxers and tank top at him. "Next time, at least don't let that be the reason they're dirty if you want me to wash them."

"Yeah yeah..." He bunched the wad of clothes between his hands and started to close the door again.

"One more thing," The boxer insisted. He was beginning to try Tsume's patients.

"Yes?"

"Now I didn't wanna say anything because I wasn't really sure what to make of it." He paused. "But if you're thinking about starting anything with that kid,"

"A kid?" He tried to sound surprised, shocked and appauled.

"I know it sounds weird but, that's what some guys are into." Jet held up his hands in defense. "I just want you to be careful ya know. You're my friend."

Tsume smirked at that then backed up behind the door. "Thanks for your concern, but I'm not starting anything with the boy." He shrugged. "I just wanted to help him home."

"Yeah but to whose?"

The two shared a heated glare, but Jet blinked first with a sigh. "Just remember what I said."

"I will. Good night Jet." He closed the door. "Asshole, mind your own business." Smelling the food, Tsume hurried to the kitchen to make sure it wasn't burning.

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 The kitchen was bare again after an hour, as though no one were in there at all. The trash though had some new company with the small dish of macaroni that had a few hot dog chunks sliced into it. Tsume didn't care for the taste at all so he turned in for bed. It's around 12:30 p.m now and Tsume is finding it impossible to get to sleep.

He's dreaming again, one of the hundreds of dreams he's had since he first laid eyes on the young angelic boy.

Your bed is so soft Tsume. He says as he climbs under the covers with an alluring look in his eyes. You must wanna stay in here all day.

I've gota better place I'd rather stay all day. The model would reply, as he climbs across the bed, directly to the boy looming over his body.

Why don't you show me...Toboe's hands came up to unbotton his shirt.

Tsume removed Toboe's pants with ease, tossing them to the floor. I see you didn't wear any underwear. Tsume would smirk. Looks like someone's planning to show me what they know.

 Toboe smiled impishly as he wrapped his arms around Tsume's shoulders, elevating his body up. The young boy coiled his legs around the models hips pressing their bodies together. Than show me what you think I know.

 Tsume dropped his weight onto the bed in one fluid motion, pressing hisself down on top of the boy. Toboe sighed in the feeling of the models pressure against his tiny body and his back arched as far away from the bed as it could with Tsume on top of him. Tsume anchored the boys hips in his grip and rocked into him, up and down until Toboe's member was nice and wet.

 Toboe moaned feeling Tsume's finger lubing itself from the tip of his member, then search for his opening. Outside of the dream, Tsume's hands had wound themselves around the blanket, his body was moving unconsciously up and down just as in his dream.

Uuuhh, harder Tsume. Faster. The boy panted.

 Tsume did just as his little lover asked and started a full scale humping session on his bed. Tsume was fully aware now that he was dreaming as his eyes half lidded to open. He didn't care what he was doing now, he needed to release. "Aaa!! Uuuuaaa!!!" He moaned as his body continued to act out the dream as though he were still there.

 His fingers dug deep into his bed sheets, his moaning had become so loud now that he bit into the sheet to stop it. His teeth were doing a fine job of leaving their mark with little holes tearing here and there. Tsume reached out for a handful of blanket to stuff under himself for more pressure but....

"Hhhrrrr- No!"He froze mid-air holding his body up over the bed by the strength of his forearms. "Not like this." He panted.

A moment later Tsume came from his bedroom, he seemed composed enough as he made his way over to his objective location. The couch.

"Toboe," He said to the boy, who sat on his long black leather couch. "Would you like to give me the same pleasure that I give to you." It was more a statement than a question. The Wolf boy smiled, innocently, as always at him and he gave an enthusiastic nod.

The model stepped in front of the couch, where Toboe had sat earlier that morning, and he straddled the place where the boys indentation had still remained. "Today," He continued to speak outloud. "You're gonna try your hand at a blowjob. Think you're up for it?"

Well, I'm not sure I know how but... I'll try. The boy replied.

 "Hahaha, good to know." Tsume reached blindly beside the couch, pulling open the side table drawer. Feeling around at the objects inside, his hands finally contacted the item he wanted. A small tube of lubricant. handing it off to his free hand, he then reached inside the drawer again pulling out a tiny pair of clipper scissors.

 Stabbing a small enough hole into the couch Tsume then opened the bottle of lube and squirted it inside the hole. Tossing the items aside, he then grabbed a hold of the couch where Toboe's head would have been and he slowly began to move his member into the hole.

The boy made low choking sounds in the back of his throat. Tsume chuckled. "Take it slowly and you'll get it." He caressed the boys hair lovingly.

 Toboe squoze Tsume's ass, pressing him forward into his mouth. The hole in the couch began to part away as the width of Tsume's member moved into it. A low hiss came from the model as the almost human like feeling of a mouth encased his burning member tightly.

The sponge inside the couch squished from the wet lubricant as Tsume pumped himself in and out of the hole. His moans were low at first but the faster he ground the louder he became. "Aaa! Aaa!!" He pressed his forehead against the wall, panting ragedly.

 His hips slammed harder and harder into the couch, the hole in the chair never lost its tightness. Tsume's right hand let go of the couch and coursed itself along his lower back. His finger then went between his butt brushing gingerly over the hole. The model smiled feeling this, and began to speak to his imaginary partner again.

 "Why Toboe, you have learned a thing or two." Tsume removed his finger from what it was doing giving it a quick dip into the hole of the couch, once satisfied with the amount of lube on it, he returned the finger to what it had previously been doing. "Rrrr," He bared his sharp teeth in pleasure feeling the incertion of the finger.

 Tsume made sure only to allow the finger in half way as Toboe's fingers wouldn't reach deep enough to certain parts inside of his body. His steady ramming pace into the couch never lost its momentum as he wriggled his finger around causing his entire body to pulse.

 Tsume's forehead banged into the wall as he jerked forward but he didn't care, he was so close now he could taste it himself. The model gave the mischievous little finger a friend by shoving another finger in beside it. Ignoring his own plan to keep it in thought, Tsume shoved his fingers in as far as they could go.

 A sharp moan broke free from his mouth as he pumped his fingers inside of himself. Five, six times until he released. His come filled the whole in his couch and he dropped his weight over the back of the seat, remembering that he would have crushed Toboe if he were there so he moved over to the side.

 Tsume casually caught his breath, his mind slowly returning to full awake reality. And he began to laugh. A low sound that started to pick up towards the end. "Ahahahaha-.... AHAHAHA!!!" As his laughter died down he ran a spent hand over his face and sighed. "I need to stop kidding myself like this," He said quietly. "Toboe is far too innocent to ever do something like this with anyone."

Standing, he adjusted his clothes and returned quietly to his room. I'd be honored to be your first my Toboe. A thin smile graced his lips. Just weeks more, you'll be begging me for it.

He closed his bedroom door, then began to take off his night clothes. He decided that tonight he'd sleep naked. In honor of the day he will claim the boy as his own and the two will wake up that way together.