Ma Cherie: Chapter Twelve
Author: Scarlet Kozi
The next morning, Klaha awoke first. He was laying back on the pillows, with Gackt curled into his side. The light of early morning shone into the room, displaying that they had been here since yesterday afternoon. As Klaha sat up slightly, blinking and running a hand through his hair, he was surprised at himself. Normally he never slept this much, never. He'd gotten home yesterday evening, had come in here, he and Gackt had had sex, and then they'd slept until the next morning. Well, he'd exerted himself so much, no wonder he needed this many hours of sleep.
The moment Klaha regained consciousness, he felt the pain in his abdomen. Wincing, he swallowed. "Itai ..." he muttered.
But after a moment he began to smile, remembering why he felt the pain. He was no longer a virgin. That had been taken from him, but Klaha wasn't sorry. He was happy. One glance to his side, to see Gackt's serene face against the pillows, framed by his soft, dark hair, caused Klaha's smile to widen. Gackt. His Gackt.
Klaha then glanced at the sheets. 'I'll have to get rid of these before my parents get home ... I'll never be able to explain the bloodstains.'
Sighing, he shook his head. Since the sheets were already ruined and beyond any hope of recovery, he used them to clean himself off. There was still some dried blood on his thighs from the previous evening. It was difficult to remove without any water, but Klaha scrubbed hard with the sheets even though it hurt until his skin was smooth and flawless again. Then, he turned to Gackt. Klaha rolled onto his stomach and lay beside the other boy, gazing at him, his chin in his hand.
"Gaku-chan," he whispered.
Gackt stirred very slightly, exhaling, but didn't wake up.
Klaha ran a hand through his own hair again, knowing that it was rather mussed up, but not really caring. All he cared about right now was Gackt. He didn't even bother to check the clock, or to see if his parents had called again, to make sure he was doing all right. They probably had yesterday, and he hadn't even known it.
Klaha shifted closer to Gackt on the bed, gazing down at the boy. So beautiful, without knowing it. His thick soft hair, pale skin, sensitive eyes, full lips, and elegant cheekbones seemed more flawless than ever, after last night, after yesterday. "Gaku-chan ..."
He brushed his lips over Gackt's, so lightly that he still didn't wake the other boy. Gackt merely sighed, his lips almost arching into a smile---so rare, from him.
Klaha sighed also, merely enjoying the familiarity of the scene. Why had it taken him and Gackt so long to recognize their feelings for each other? To express them? Whatever the reason, he had loved every minute of what had occurred yesterday, even the pain, maybe even Gackt's tears despite the fact that they ripped at his heart, and he wanted it all to happen all over again, day after day, possibly forever.
Klaha curled up next to Gackt now, sliding his arm over the other boy's ribs and snuggling in against his body, gazing up at his face and waiting for a reaction.
"Mmm ...?" Gackt murmured, blinking slowly.
At last he opened his eyes, which slid down to Klaha. At first he only looked at him. "Klaha ..."
"Ohayo." Klaha kissed the skin nearest his mouth.
Gackt stared at him for a long moment, still, as though he had to make sure that this was reality. As though he was reassuring himself of the fact that he wasn't still sleeping, and that this wasn't a dream. When he realized that the warmth of Klaha's body against his couldn't be a dream, his lips at last curved into a very small smile. "Ohayo," he said softly.
Klaha smiled back. He released Gackt and drew himself up on one arm so that he was elevated over the other boy, looking down at him instead of up, as strands of hair fell down over his face and eyes. "How did you sleep?"
"Better than in a long time," Gackt responded. "You too?"
"Un." Klaha nodded.
They remained like that, smiling at each other for a little while, and then Klaha leaned down and pressed his lips against Gackt's. Gackt was unsure at first, but then he slid his arms up around Klaha's body, pulling the other boy down to him, and Klaha positioned himself over him so that he could kiss him easier.
When Gackt began to need air, he broke away, and murmured, "What about school?"
"Forget school," Klaha answered carelessly, kissing him again. "I could stay here forever ..."
"No, you couldn't."
"Hai, hai."
"Iie."
"Baka," Klaha at last whispered with a little smirk. Gackt's eyes started to fill with mock indignance at this, so Klaha leaned down and kissed him again. Though the kiss was gentle and loving, it began to deepen into something more passionate and almost lustful. Gackt responded in the same manner, his tongue eagerly seeking Klaha's out, as the two were rested and their bodies were able to want once again.
Klaha's hands at first cupped Gackt's face, steadying him as he kissed him intensely, but they soon traveled down Gackt's body, stroking his sides, settling around his hips, until ...
Gackt gasped suddenly. "K-Klaha!"
Klaha blinked. "Nani?"
Slowly, Gackt's cheeks began to flush slightly. Inwardly, he despised his embarrassment, which he felt only because Klaha's hands were touching him intimately. He knew he had no right to feel embarrassed. So many people had touched him there before, but it was different when Klaha did it. When he was with Klaha, it was as though he was just as much of a virgin as Klaha was, as though everything was happening for the first time, because this was the first time he really WANTED it to happen.
To see the expression on Gackt's face, Klaha reluctantly let his fingers loosen as they touched Gackt's length, and his eyes lowered themselves. "Gomen," he murmured, starting to pull away. "I thought ... well ..."
Gackt shook his head. "It's not your fault. I'm just ... embarrassed."
"Why?" Klaha asked, tilting his head.
"I don't know." Gackt attempted to divert his attention as quickly as possible, laying back upon the sheets again. He gazed at Klaha, and when Klaha only looked back at him, he became slightly impatient. He reached out for Klaha, whispering, "Kiss me again."
Klaha bit back a laugh and smiled. He leaned over Gackt again and kissed him hard. Meanwhile, inside, he hoped that Gackt would let him try to please him. After all the satisfaction that Gackt had given him yesterday, Klaha felt desperate to make Gackt feel the same way. Therefore, as they kissed, Klaha let his hands travel down Gackt's chest again, this time slower. His touch was gentle, massaging, his fingers spreading over Gackt's torso, stroking him here and there.
Then they reached Gackt's hips. Gackt's eyes opened in front of Klaha's, his eyelashes beating air upon Klaha's face, and against Klaha's lips, Gackt started to try to protest, his voice muffled.
But Klaha kissed him harder, silencing him. Abruptly he curled his fingers around Gackt's length, suddenly awakening the other boy to an even more severe degree than before. Gackt gasped against Klaha's lips suddenly.
"Klaha!"
But Klaha started stroking him softly, attempting to do his best even though he really had no idea what he was doing. He rubbed the tips of his thumbs against the sensitive skin, while he kissed Gackt again, this time more softly. "Daijoubu," he whispered. "You're beautiful. You don't have to be embarrassed ..." He extended his tongue gently into Gackt's mouth.
Unable to resist against his touch any longer, Gackt melted back into the bed, reaching his arms up around Klaha's body. His eyelashes fluttered closed and he kissed Klaha back, even though there was a light pink flush upon his cheeks, demonstrating that he was still hesitant.
Klaha began to slide his fingers up and down along Gackt's length, coaxing him and teasing him, using motions that he hoped would bring Gackt pleasure.
Fortunately, it worked. Gackt let out a small whimper, his arms tightening around Klaha. "Mm ..."
Klaha removed his lips from Gackt's, kissing the corner of his mouth, and then mimicking what Gackt had done to him last night. He kissed a trail downwards: first Gackt's cheek, then along his jaw until he reached his chin. Then he abandoned his face entirely and moved his head downwards, without releasing Gackt with his hands. He at first kissed Gackt's neck softly, then harder.
"Oh ... Klaha-chan ... Onegai ..."
Klaha began to suck on Gackt's smooth throat, kissing and licking while breathing inward, purposefully. His breath was hot on Gackt's skin, and Gackt gasped lightly.
Then Klaha continued to move down. He made his stroking motions a bit more gentle at this point, not so forceful, merely caressing Gackt, as he kissed Gackt's shoulder, then his collarbone, and then, his chest. He fixed his lips onto one of Gackt's nipples, which caused a shudder of surprise to go through Gackt, who had not been expecting this. "Klaha ...!" he moaned out, biting his lip. His fingers dug into the sheets, clutching them.
Klaha had never had this done to him before, but he had a good idea of how to begin. He at first flicked Gackt's nipple with his tongue, drawing another surprised moan out of Gackt, before starting to lick it steadily. The strokes of his tongue were gentle at first, and then almost violent, fervently and methodically raking across Gackt's nipple. Gackt arched his back, feeling electrified by this, his lips parting to allow his rapid breath to escape.
Klaha sucked on Gackt's nipple for a short time, using his teeth gently enough to leave a slight impression. Then he moved over to the other nipple, doing the same here, while Gackt's chest unsteadily rose and fell beneath him. Then he pulled away, slowly. Catching his breath, Klaha looked down at the other boy.
Gackt was in quite a state by now. Laying upon the sheets, his hands gripping them like claws, he was breathing heavily, his eyes half-open as he gazed up at Klaha needfully. His face and hair were framed by the pillows, and his expression was mixed. "Klaha ..."
Klaha felt a little rush of pleasure to see Gackt like this. Something in him had been worried that he wouldn't be able to bring Gackt any gratification at all, and yet it seemed the opposite. Therefore, feeling a bit more assured, Klaha settled Gackt's body against the pillows further, and then changed his own position.
Even though Gackt was distracted with his own passion by this time, he nonetheless felt surprise when he felt Klaha's hands arranging his body against the pillows. Gackt regained enough composure to look down, and he saw that Klaha was moving in front of him. Klaha reached down and put his hands on Gackt's thighs, and then, to Gackt's shock, he parted them and climbed between them, so that he was sitting between Gackt's legs.
Immediately Gackt sat up, still gasping, and stared at Klaha. "W-What are you doing?" he asked softly, his breath quickening.
Klaha looked up at him quickly, flushing. "I want to try," he answered equally quietly, shyly.
Gackt blinked. "You mean, you want to ...?" He started to blush, knowing that Klaha intended to use his mouth on him the way he'd used his mouth on Klaha the previous day.
Klaha nodded, settling his position a bit further between Gackt's legs, his hands on the other boy's hips to steady himself. Though he had mostly been directive in these movements, he seemed a bit hesitant, as though he wasn't sure how to go about this, even more than anything else so far. When he sat there now, gazing at the being in front of him who he considered to be so beautiful, he almost seemed a bit nervous. "I don't know what to do ..."
"Then don't do it. I don't want to make you uncomfortable, and you don't have to do anything you don't want to," Gackt whispered.
Klaha heard the breathy pitch in Gackt's voice that betrayed how much he wanted it, and Klaha shook his head. "But I DO want to."
Without waiting for a response, Klaha straightened his shoulders and decided to try. He wanted to please Gackt just as badly as Gackt wanted to be pleased. He gazed at Gackt's body, taking in every inch of his flesh, which he hadn't gotten enough of a chance to observe the previous night. Gackt shifted slightly, as though embarrassed, but Klaha wished that he could tell him how beautiful he was without making the other boy self-conscious.
He bowed his body over Gackt's, kissing Gackt's hipbone. Gackt's breath hissed inward, and he gripped the sheets again.
Klaha felt encouraged, and now, he brought his lips down upon the most sensitive part of Gackt's body. Almost immediately, Gackt moaned out, sighing in surprise. Klaha stroked Gackt's already-provoked flesh with his tongue gently, not sure how to do this, but realizing that he didn't need to know how. Just doing it was enough.
Gackt closed his eyes, to feel the sensation more acutely, and arched his back. He thrust his hips upward to Klaha's mouth, needing more, begging for more. This hadn't happened to him in a very long time, and even then, it had never felt like this. The pleasure from Klaha's mouth was almost devastating, especially since it was so early in the morning, and he hadn't even had anything to eat yet---his body was weak, and when the waves of pleasure began, Gackt began to see stars behind his tightly-closed eyelids.
"Klaha ... Onegai! Klaha!" His voice was thick and rough in his throat, gasping.
Klaha continued, remembering what Gackt had done for him last night and trying to imitate it. He was successful. Not too long after he'd begun, Gackt's body began to convulse, and a last moan came out of him as his eyes flew open and as his energy was released. He'd expected Klaha to pull away immediately, to avoid what would come next, but Klaha remained there, seriously and almost timidly attempting to swallow everything, to leave Gackt clean and pleased.
A few moments passed, and Klaha released Gackt's hips. Licking his lips, he drew himself up and lay beside Gackt. Gackt seized him in his arms. "Klaha-chan ..."
Klaha hugged him back hesitantly. "That wasn't ... I mean ... was it good?" he whispered uncertainly.
"Oh, Klaha," Gackt responded softly, shaking his head, blinking back tears. "It was better than anything." He clutched Klaha tightly and leaned up to kiss him now, not caring what his own taste was like, only wanting to revel in the sweetness of Klaha's lips once again.
"You know, I don't think I mind if you stay home today. Or the rest of this week."
"Heh. Thought you wouldn't."
"Shut up and kiss me."
"AGAIN?"
"Onegai ..."
"Oh, all right. You know I want to."
[The next day]
K�zi's eyes roved around the classroom. Physics class. Today, Klaha was sitting there across the room, at his desk, staring thoughtfully out the window again.
But yesterday, he hadn't shown up for school. K�zi had been surprised. Klaha NEVER missed school. Or, hardly ever, anyway. Lately he had, but ... Most of the time, K�zi could count on one hand the number of times that he had come to class and Klaha had not. He'd always assumed that Klaha's parents were simply uptight about their son's education, which was indeed the truth. But yesterday, although K�zi had conducted a thorough examination of the room as the bell rang and the teacher entered, he hadn't seen Klaha anywhere.
K�zi had few true friends at school, but there were some. One of them, Kaoru, was sitting next to him at his lab desk now.
Kaoru was an attractive boy also. He was slightly shorter than K�zi, but had the same sort of quiet intensity and beauty, with prominent cheekbones and a constant poker face. He had pale skin and dark, wary, beautiful eyes, and his hair was dark as it framed his face. At the moment he was engrossed in scrawling incomprehensible drawings and characters across his papers, waiting boredly for class to start, until K�zi tapped his shoulder. "Nani?" He looked up.
"Do you know where Klaha was yesterday?"
Kaoru sighed and rolled his eyes slightly, knowing about K�zi's fascination for Klaha. "No, I don't know anything about where your little fuck-toy was. He's here today, anyway."
K�zi shot him a withering glare, even though it was one of hidden affection, for he respected people who spoke their minds and didn't bother to be polite. "I KNOW that. And for the last time," he growled, over the incessant laughter and chatter in the room, "he's not my fuck-toy! At least, not yet. I WANT to fuck him, though ..." He sighed longingly.
Kaoru shook his head. "Hai, hai."
"So he didn't show up at all for school yesterday, and you don't know where he was?"
"No, and I'm in his math class. He wasn't there."
K�zi furrowed his brows, crossing one long leg over the other and glancing out the window thoughtfully. He bit on his fingernail, thinking pensive thoughts. It was more odd than usual, Klaha's absence yesterday. In most cases when Klaha wasn't there, K�zi merely sulked and realized that Klaha was most likely sick or not feeling well, but for some reason, he had a bad feeling about Klaha's absence yesterday. As he looked at the other boy across the room, he could tell that there was something different about him. "Do you have any idea what's up with him, then?"
Kaoru tapped his pencil against the desk. "Well, I've heard rumors, but I don't trust them or anything."
K�zi shrugged. "What did you hear?"
"Well, you know that Pata," another of their rare mutual friends at school, "lives on Klaha's street, hai?"
"Hai."
"Well, he talked to me today in the hall---stopped me before class this morning to ask me whether we had any homework for English class." He rolled his eyes again, for Pata was one of their only friends who actually seemed to take any interest in his education. "Like I knew. Anyway, we were talking for a little bit before I had to get going---I didn't want to be late and have to stay and clean the fucking desks AGAIN---and he told me a few things, quick.
"First of all, he said that the other day when he left for school, he passed Klaha's house and saw someone on Klaha's property. Just wandering around inside the gates, I guess, looking around at all the flowers or something." He snorted and shook his head. "Pata didn't know who he was, but when he described him to me, I figured it out."
"Someone at Klaha's house," K�zi repeated. His expression darkened. "You mean Gackt?"
"Is that his name?" Kaoru asked, half-curiously, looking down at his mysterious drawings.
"Yeah, but that's not the point." K�zi had told Kaoru, and some of their other friends, a little bit about Gackt, just so that they could tell him if they ever saw he and Klaha together. K�zi was determined to have Klaha for himself, at least once, and he didn't want a skinny former whore like Gackt getting in the way. Now, shifting a little closer to Kaoru on his chair as the teacher began a lecture, he whispered, "And that's all?"
"Not yet." Kaoru shook his head.
"Well?"
"Pata told me about something he saw this morning." A hint of a playful smile curved his lips. "You're not going to like it, though."
K�zi's eyes widened. Frowning slightly, he glanced at the head of the room, making sure that the teacher was not paying attention to them, and then said, soft enough not to be heard, "Onegai, Kaoru-kun. Talk to me. What did Pata tell you?"
Kaoru gave in. "Well, he passed Klaha's house again this morning, just to see whether that guy would be there again. He waited outside the gates, and from where he was standing he could see Klaha coming out the front door. But there was someone with him, that guy again. Pata was far away---couldn't see anything TOO clearly, but he did say that ... well ... that guy gave Klaha a pretty intense goodbye kiss for him to have only been staying the night as a friend."
K�zi's eyes flew open. "Nani? Are you serious?"
"Of course."
Slowly, K�zi's hands clenched into fists on the desk. "That little slut," he muttered.
"Who?" Kaoru asked him in surprise. "Klaha?"
"Of course not!" As though K�zi would ever blame Klaha. "I mean Gackt."
As he spoke, K�zi's eyes wandered across the room. Tensely, he studied Klaha. He saw that the boy was sitting casually, one leg crossed over the other, his arms folded on the table, and his eyes were focused almost lightly out the window. He seemed almost hopeful today. Much less sad and withdrawn than he usually seemed. Something must have happened, K�zi resolved, a suspicion already turning into a belief, but then he saw it: the almost invisible dark pink bruise on Klaha's neck. K�zi was probably the only one who saw it. A kiss-mark. "Kuso!" K�zi swore under his breath, vehemently. Gackt had slept with Klaha. He knew it.
"What's with you?" Kaoru now asked, studying him. "What are you getting so worked up about?"
"I'm going to make him sorry." K�zi shook his head darkly, and when he noticed that Kaoru was looking at him almost worriedly, he tried to offer the other boy a mild smile before he turned to his notes, at least pretending to pay attention to the lecture. Kaoru watched him for a moment longer and then returned to drawing all over his papers, as K�zi bit on his fingernail again, deep in thought, a plan developing in his mind.
NOTES~So, what do you think that K�zi is going to do now? ^^ Tell me your guesses.
To Be Continued
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