Wolf's Rain Fan Fiction ❯ Love Object ❯ Chapter 36 ( Chapter 36 )

Chapter Thirty Six

Toboe's eyes twitched. His body tried to move but a flash of pain shot through him from the bottom to the top. "Rrrr..." He bit into his tongue to avoid shouting out loud. He didn't want to wake Tsume. Reaching down, he scratched at his burning rear end. Is it supposed to hurt this much afterwards? I thought the pain was gone. He rubbed a little harder but it still burned.

Shoot. I better go to the bathroom. Pulling himself from the older man, Toboe walked oddly to the bathroom, hoping against hope that the pain would go away afterwards.

Tsume woke from the boys movement, turning his head to see where he was wandering off to. Must be the bathroom. He figured. Quickly getting up, Tsume walked over to his dresser, opening the two parted doors.

Inside was a video camera; Tsume didn't want to record the two of them but whose to say that he would ever sleep with his beautiful little lover again. He wanted memories. Turning it off, he hurried back over to the bed seeing that the bathroom light clicked back off.

The model closed his eyes pretending to be asleep. Toboe climbed back into the bed laying himself on the other side of the man rather than on top of him as before. His butt still hurt a bit and as much as he didn't want to he had to wake Tsume up. I'll just tap him a little. He thought. His little hand reached across the bed pausing when he saw that the blanket was partially moved from Tsume's sleeping body.

Look at how big it is... He blushed seeing the patch of white hair above the mans member. It's nice. I can't believe that that was inside of me. His hand waved feather light down the length of the mans sex. Shaking off the small urge building up inside of him, Toboe pats the man on his shoulder over and over whispering. "Tsume.... Tsume...? Tsume can you wake up, please?"

The model opens his eyes almost robotically at the please. He smiles sweetly at the young boy. "Nice to see that you're still here." He mentioned.

Toboe smiled at him as well, sitting up, though painfully he began to explain. "Tsume uumm, I'm worried because my," He blushed again at the use of the word especially because of what he'd used it for.

"It's okay, I have a trick for that." Getting up out of bed Tsume walked into his bathroom and came back with a small tub of vaseline. Popping the cap off he got a good amount on his fingers before placing it on the night stand. "Come here." He pulled the boy on to his lap so that he lay facing him resting against his chest.

Slowly, he slipped his finger inside the young boys body. Toboe scrunched his eyes thinking there would be more pain to come, but shockingly it didn't. It actually felt kinda nice. "Tsume, how'd you know how to do this?"

The model continued to probe him, though not deep enough to arouse, just far enough to where the boy had been broken at from the inside. "Because I did it to myself a long time ago when I first had sex with someone."

This was a shock. Toboe had thought it was Tsume's first time as well, although, thinking about it now it couldn't possibly have been. Curiosity got the better of the child and he had to know the story. He wasn't jealous at all, because Tsume had said this bit of information as though it were nothing special. "Who was it? What happened?" He asked.

"His name is Darcia Rasolini, he's an Italian singer. We met when I lived in Europe I was a huge fan of his." Tsume began to tell.

Toboe tried to picture a man that someone as good looking as Tsume could find attractive, but his imagination was a little shot at the moment, because try as he might the little circles the model was making inside of him were causing him to get excited but in a peaceful sort of way. "Did you go to his concerts?"

"I did. Three of them... I always made sure to get a front row seat, I always made sure that he saw me."

"How old were you then?" He lifted his head to see the mans face.

"Seventeen."

"Oh." Doing the math he commented mostly to his self. "That was just five years ago."

"Actually," Tsume interrupted, not really sure he should tell the kid he had lied to him. "It was eight years ago."

"Eight? But that would make you-..."

"Yes. I'm twenty five.... I'm sorry I lied to you about that." Tsume hugged the boy close with his unoccupied arm.

"Ha, that's okay. I still love you anyway." The boy reassured.

With a smile, Tsume replied. "I love you too."

"So go on with the story, how did you two get together?"

"It was after a gig he did in Florence. I was asked to come back to his dressing room for an autograph and what I hoped would be a chance to see him changing."

// A young Tsume walked with cautious confidence down a long hallway of the concert hall. He was given permission from Darcia himself to come back to his dressing room and he was determined to get in to see the singer up close and personal right away.

The young model rubbed his hands together when he got up to the door with a bright yellow star upon it with the name Darcia inside. Taking a deep breath he knocked on the door. "Mr. Rasolini?" He called through the door.

"Come in." A low seductive voice replied. //

"Haha, you called him Mister?" Toboe mused. He always thought Tsume to be so strong and dominate. But this Tsume he spoke of was well- like him.

"Hey kid, he was a lot older than me. I didn't know what else to say."

"How much older?"

"He was twenty eight at the time."

"Oooohh."

"So I walked into the dressing room and saw...."

// The young model closed the door after himself. He kept his eyes to the ground at first but then he slowly raised them, seeing that the man was seated rather comfortably on a velvet couch at the end of the well sized room.

The interior was a little feminine with a clutter of different shades of purple decorating everything. A large vanity mirror against the wall a distance from the couch Darcia sat on and a fluffy carpet covering the floor. To say the man likes purple would be an understatement.

"So, you like the place?" Darcia asked, keeping a predators eye on the young man in front of him.

Tsume shrugged, trying now to put on his usual cool. "It's alright, if you're into this sort of color. I'm more of a black or brown myself."

The singer scoffed. "I wouldn't have guessed." He said sarcastically, addressing Tsume's clothing. He has seen the boy in nothing but black or brown since he had first noticed the young man coming to his concerts. Actually, his performances weren't the only time he had seen this lovely male. He wasn't blind Tsume was becoming big he had seen him on the runway many times. And he fell head over heals for the boys body and he wanted it.

Tsume remained by the door as if waiting for permission to come further inside. "I don't bite boy," He pats the couch. "come and sit with me." Tsume walked over to the couch as the man had instructed, taking a seat right beside him to show no fear. Darcia smiled at this, he liked a boy with fire in his eyes. It was a major turn on. "So What's your name?" He began.

"Tsume Keina."

A villains smile graced the mans lips. "Well Tsume, what would you like me to do?"

"Pardon?"

"You want me to sign something, give you a t-shirt with my face on it, what?"

This time it was Tsume's turn to scoff. He sported no ones face upon him, but himself- if he were that shallow. "I'll tell you what you could do...." The model began sarcastically until he felt the singers tongue slide around the rim and inside of his ear. He closed his eyes feeling heat rush to his sensitive lower area.

"Guess that answers that question." Darcia muttered looking down into the boys lap. He was showing right against his pants and the singer couldn't have been more happy to see it. "Maybe, you'd like for me to show you that this mouth does more than sing." It wasn't a question of any kind, obviously, because Darcia got down on the carpet kneeling in front of the teen. //

"He really did that?" Toboe asked. It seemed so unbelievable, be could never be that brave.

"And I tell you one thing, the guy wasn't lying." He slipped his finger from the boys bottom, giving the flesh a gentle rub before just resting his hand on his butt. "I never felt anything like that and then he told me...."

// "I took care of your problem, now you take care of mine." He grabbed Tsume by the collar of his shirt, pulling him down to the carpet.

Since Tsume was already unzipped, Darcia slipped his self out of his pants as well. Laying over the boy, he kissed him with tongues right away. Tsume didn't mind. The singers hands grabbed onto the young boys hips and he thrust inside of him, no lube or anything. Tsume loved it. The pleasure- and pain- he felt that day were unspeakable.

He was sure nothing would ever feel like this again. Darcia plowed inside of him, his anal walls becoming wet as the mans cock dripped inside of him. Tsume ground his erection into the soft hair above the mans penis, moaning as though he could sing a song himself. //

"Wow..." But there was something the young boy didn't understand. "Tsume? If you liked Darcia that much than why did you guys break up?"

"Haha, we were never going out is the thing." Tsume rubbed the boys back with one hand and stroked his hair with the other. "It wasn't what he did, it was what he said."

"What did he say?"

// The two lay there panting in a sweaty heap. It was amazing they managed to go nearly two hours without being interrupted for something. And if someone were at the door, they never heard it.

Darcia pressed his lips to the boys still panting into his mouth when he moved them away. And he whispered quietly against his lips. "I loved this." He ran a hand through the boys white hair, planting another kiss on his lips. "See me again, tonight, alright... At my house, one of my men will give you the address."

The young model smirked with satisfaction at the triumph of getting this sexy singer interested in him. But as he began to clean his self up, Darcia said something to him right before he left the little room that changed Tsume for the rest of his life.

"You were a fun toy, I look forward to our next meeting." With that said, the man left. //

Toboe didn't know what to say. Why would something like that make Tsume so mad?

"Anyway, I stood the guy up and suddenly he thought he was truly in love with me." The model concluded with a shrug. "He called... wrote... made up songs that he sang to the public."

"I think that sounds romantic." Toboe interrupted.

"It was fucking annoying," Tsume corrected. "First he calls me a toy then expects us to be some damned couple." He shook his head. "No, he blew any chance of that by saying those words to me... No one calls me a puppet."

Toboe shrugged. "I still think it's romantic."

Tsume chuckled lightly, ruffling the boys hair. "You're cute you know that."

Toboe merely smirked to that. Turning his head towards the glowing numbers of the clock in the bedroom. "It's late- well, early."

"1:16..." Tsume notes. "You want a shower? I'll join you." He offered in a mock seductive tone.

"Oooh baby." Laughed Toboe. "Can I shower in the morning before you take me to school?"

"Before I take you?" He laughed this time. "Youuu my love, are going home."

"Whaat?"

Tsume began to sit up. "Yes, you asked to spend the night. It's today, you spent the night yesterday so now-..."

The boy waved a hand. "I got it, I got it." Though he was smiling, he still didn't want to go home. Pushing back from off the man, he got off the bed, heading towards the bathroom. He was amazed at how comfortable he was walking around naked. With Tsume he felt like he could do anything.

The model followed faithfully after him.   * * *  

Tsume drove along the streets of Freeze City. His car making practically no sound as though it too were trying to sneak the boy home. Toboe was quiet for the most part, gaze directly out the window. Tsume felt kind of bad, as if he had betrayed the boy. But he really felt that taking him home was the right thing to do.

"Hey," Tsume said light heartifly. "smile, okay? I'll see you after school later."

"It's not that."

"Your ass still hurt or something?" He teased him. He was trying his best to cheer the kid up, but nothing seemed to work.

"No... I'm just... confused."

"About your brother?" He started to slow the car from its normal speed. "Why did you run away from home anyway? I thought you two were the poster boys of a dream team."

"It's just that... I'm kind of mad at Kiba." He said almost quietly. "He lied to me Tsume... He lied about our birthmarks, he lied about our life but mostly... He still treats me like a kid- But I'm not a kid!" The young boy protests.

"I know, I know. But Toboe, your brother has a good reason for wanting to protect you." Tsume tried to explain to him again.

"Yeah, like how?"

"Don't get smart," He pushed the boys shoulder playfully. "I mean, if you had known what you know a little earlier in life you wouldn't be Toboe would you?"

"Huh?"

"You'd be you, but with a problem." Toboe seemed to be thinking about it. "You see how your brother sloth’s around with this secret." He gave an example.

"Hey." The boy warned. He still didn't like anyone talking about his brother cruelly.

"Yeah, anyway he chose to keep you happy so that you could enjoy your life and not stray away from it because you feel indifferent from everyone else. A birthmark is an easy cover up." He shrugged.

"....But he still lied, and treats me like a kid."

"And acting like the baby you are now doesn't exactly give much leverage to you not being a kid."

Toboe lowered his head. "I see what you mean...." He noticed the car had come to a stop outside of his house. There were no cops around so Kiba must still be asleep. Good.

"Cheer up. You'll get through this... and who knows, if you talk to your brother he might come around and treat you more grown up."

"Yeah." He managed a smile. "Thanks Tsume."

"Anytime, besides I'd kill to have a brother or siblings at all." Tsume commented before quietly adding. "Than maybe my parents could put some pressure on someone else."

"I'll see you later." He waved getting out of the car.

"Bye. Hey Toboe."

"Yeah?"

"I'm just curious but... how did the fire start anyway?"

He frowned a second before answering. "Kiba lit a fire in the fire place, at our parents cabin in Fuji forest. It got out of control and the whole place went up."

"Oh. I'm sorry." The model said wholeheartedly.

"Yeah me too but, It's not as if you had started it." Waving again, he started for his house.

Tsume watched him until he was inside of his house. "Hmm? Fuji forest.... It couldn't be?" Shaking off the odd feeling, Tsume drove the car down the road.

Toboe walked upstairs as silently as he could. He had to get that note from Kiba's room before he woke up and read it. He was at his brothers door and right away he noticed that he wasn't in bed. He probably went to the bathroom. Heading down the hall to his room, he opened the door, flicking up the light switch. "Kiba. What are you doing in here?"

He could see that his brother had been crying, and that he was holding onto the letter that he had written to him. "Kiba..." Walking over to his bed, he crawled across it pulling his brother into his arms, giving his hair a light stroking. "Why are you crying?"

"I'm just tired..." He shook his head.

"How long have you been awake?"

"Since you left.... I wasn't asleep." His voice was scratchy yet soft. "I couldn't sleep with you mad at me."

Toboe's eyes began to tear up. He didn't mean to cause his brother so much pain. "Kiba, I'm sorry." He said. "I was upset, but I never wanted to make you cry."

"Ha... I called Cher's to see if you had gone over that way, but she said you weren't there. So then I called Hige and he said the same thing, I was about to start looking for you but Hige stopped me..." He sniffles. "He told me what the two of you had talked about before I got home."

"He did?" The young boy froze, horrified of what his brother may say.

"Yeah, I wanted to go over there and bring you back kicking and screaming, but I couldn't. Hige tried to get me to understand that you weren't a kid and regardless how I feel about him Tsume wasn't really any danger to you."

"He really isn't." Toboe hurried out before his brother could try to cut him off. Sending silent 'thank you’s' to Hige.

"...But you're still my baby brother and you always will be. But I know that if I treat you that way I'm gonna lose you. So you win."

Toboe shook his head. "Kiba I don't want to win. I just want you to accept that I'm mature enough to make the right decisions on my own...."

Kiba closed his eyes, resting against his brothers chest. "I'll try, but it's gonna be hard not to want to protect you."

Toboe smiled fondly. "You can still baby me, but let me make my own choices from time to time, okay?"

Kiba laughed slightly. "Okay..." The two sat in silence a moment. Both wondering what to say or do next. "Toboe... if you want me to treat you as an equal, you have to be honest with me."

His little brother knew what he was getting at. "Okay. What do you wanna know?"

"I think you know." He moved from his brothers chest to look into his eyes.

"Tsume and me talked, he was actually really sweet about it.... He told me that, it's not a bad thing that you kept me away from the truth and that," He swallowed. "Even though you baby me, you're always going to because you're my older brother, and no matter how much I grow, you're growing too." He snickered. "I threw that last part in myself."

"Really?" This was a shocker. He thought Tsume hated him, why on earth would he actually try to get his brother to come home?

"He even tried to convince me to come home."

"He did?"

Nodding, Toboe shifted uncomfortably. "Yeah, but I asked him if I could spend the night and after some convincing he said, yes." He blushed. "Kiba...."

"Yeah?"

".......If I tell you this, do you promise not to get mad at me?" He asked with a quiet tone.

"....Okay..."

"Tsume... Tsume and me... Tsume and me had sex."

Kiba sat up completely now. "What?!"

"You said you wouldn't get mad!" He raised his voice.

"I know but.... Toboe, don't you know he could get arrested for that? He should not be touching you." Kiba grabbed his brothers arms hugging him to him.

"But Kiba, he's my boyfriend." Toboe explained. "I love him and he loves me."

"Toboe, you don't know what love is, the guy is manipulating you so you think you're in love with him." Kiba frowned. "But you're not."

"No Kiba, I am." Toboe moved his brother off of him. "And so is he, and you told me that you'd treat me like an adult. If Tsume asked me to do something that I didn't think was right I would tell him so. I'm not stupid, you have to trust that."

Kiba sighed falling on his brother with a laugh. "I'm gonna hate this growing up thing. But every parent has to face it sometime."

"Exactly. But lucky for you, you're not my parent, you're my brother."

"And this makes me handle it better?"

"Yeah." The boy smiled humorously.

Kiba laughed shaking his head. "I still hate this."

"Don't worry Kiba, he used a condom and he was real gentle."

"Eeeuww, Toboe." He climbed off the boys bed. "We'll talk in the morning, okay? Good night." He kissed the boy on top of his head. "I love you."

"I love you too." The young boy slipped off the bed digging through his back pack for his pajamas.

"Toboe?" Kiba paused at the door. "Why did you decide to come home?"

"Because, I love you and he kicked me out so that I could come talk to you."

Kiba made a sound before closing the door. Toboe climbed into bed with a smile. He had a new life ahead of him now, and he couldn't wait.

The Wolf teen stood outside of his brothers door, his fist clenched. I can't believe that asshole slept with my brother.... And he actually made Toboe think that he is in love with him.... I'll have to do something about this tomorrow, but Tsume is not going to get away with this.