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Title: Jellyfish Love [Chapter Seventeen]
Author: Matrim Email: [email protected] Warnings: Incest. Thoughts of suicide. Naked Aiji. Foreshadowing like a motherfucker. Comments: Now, that I have seemed to lost everyone on this fic, I'm just going to keep updating for posterity's sake...or whatever. (And yeah, I'm behind but I have legitimate adult reasons :D Like poetry...shut up). Anyways. Um...I suppose one of these days I'm going to have to show you a picture of who all these people are. And they are teh hot. ++ Somewhere in a dim house, the phone rings. A long fingered hand picks up the receiver. The owner of the hand says nothing and merely listens to what is said over the phone. Then he sets the receiver back down to hang up. He glances to the middle of the room, where a pile of silks and pillows form a nest. He moves over and begins uncovering the man who lays buried under it all and when he finds him, he strokes his perfect black hair. "It's time, love." His lover's eyes open slowly and he sits up. He leans into the slow petting of his hair. "Who is it?" He is smaller, more delicate but no one would say this in his presence. "Two of our equal." "Are they brothers?" Hands reach out to undo the sash of Matatabi's robe. He continues to stroke the other's hair and only stops when lips kiss their way up his throat. Someone was just begging for attention. "No." It comes out in a growl and for a second, lips and hands leave off on foreplay. Matatabi glances down and sees two brown eyes shining at him in the dimness of the room. Eventually, the other man glances away and a simple push of the hand is all that is needed to make Maneki lie back. "But important. And dangerous." "What do they look like?" Matatabi leans over him, lips brushing over his brother's cheek. "One of them is tall but not taller than I." He glances to Maneki's hand and sees it twitch. Maneki wants to touch him but sheer willpower is keeping him from doing it. Matatabi grips Maneki's arm tightly and uses him as a pillow. There is nothing but silk between them since Maneki's already naked. "He has dark eyes. Thin eyebrows. Thin lips. He's skinny. Smokes terribly. He's got straight teeth. The other is short with high cheekbones. They have brown hair. One makes too much noise and the other is his good sense." Maneki remains absolutely still under him—the picture of utter calm. But Matatabi can feel his pulse racing and the growing erection between them. "If we kill them, Shinya will weep. Kyo will be pleased." Maneki gasps when Matatabi begins to grind against him and closes his eyes. "If we kill them, brother, we can fuck on their graves when they're gone." This, growled against Maneki's ear, makes Maneki buck under his brother and Matatabi grins. The robe is removed and discarded somewhere unimportant. And then Maneki pretends to fight him even if he's responding to everything Matatabi has subjected him to and will continue to subject him to. "Imai…Master Imai will be angry with us if we're too loud." "He'll understand." ++ A rip of fabric breaks the silence of the bedroom with the sound of someone falling on the floor and muffled curse. "Oops." Die laughs nervously and stares down at Kaoru. The man is giving him a death glare from the floor and then he glares at the tattered remnants of Kaoru's bondage pants. He clutches the scraps to his naked body. "Got a little too…anxious…there." Kaoru takes a breath, as if he's thinking. He blinks slowly and pronounces his judgment. "That's it. No afternoon nookie for you." "WHAT?! Kaoru!!" "If that's how you're going to treat my pants, I can only imagine how you're going to treat me." "Oh, please, as if you haven't loved it before. And it wouldn't have happened if you hadn't bit me!" "What happened to charming me out of my pants?" "We're at the stage where I don't have to anymore!" "Yeah, all you gotta do is rip 'em off me, hm?" Kaoru asks. He stands and Die turns away to ignore him. If that's the way the man was going to be, then fine. No afternoon sex? It was Kaoru's idea! It's not as if Die needs it to go on with his life. Kaoru straddles him, just like he always does when Die's trying to ignore him. "Go away." "Mmm…" Kaoru mumbles it near Die's ear. He bites Die's earlobe. "No," He whispers and immediately, Die's interest in the situation shoots back up. Literally. He entertains the idea of asking Kaoru whether he's rethought his decision but with Kaoru whispering dirty nothings in his ear, it's rather obvious. Soon, Kaoru is moving off of him and moving down. His arms wrap around Die's waist just as his lips wrap around Die's cock. "Shit. Shinya'll kill us. Fuck that, BoA will kill us." Die protests but he doesn't make a move to get Kaoru off of him. They were known to get rather loud. Kaoru gives him a lazy lick. "They'll understand." ++ When Kamijo is dropped off at his apartment, he goes inside and waits five minutes. He knows that whenever Shinya takes a personal interest in things, he babies his people and waits a few minutes to make sure their safe and healthy before moving on to the rest of his day. Kamijo knows that Machi isn't there. Machi leaves early in the morning when he thinks Kamijo is still asleep. He pets Kamijo's hair then eats breakfast and is gone. But Kamijo doesn't sleep lately. He can't sleep. When he does sleep, he has dreams of Toshiya. He doesn't mind it only that when he wakes up, he remembers everything. Kamijo doesn't talk to Machi—much. He doesn't let him touch him and instead, flinches away from his touch. But today, at the strange place that Shinya took him to, people were there. There was a tall man with black hair and a devilish look in his eyes, a man with braids that looked like the dead, another man with black hair and a similar devilish look in his eyes and a pretty woman that stood next to Luci'fer possessively. And there was another one… Kamijo removes his card case in his bag, removes a card and stares at it. He was shorter than the rest but possessed a strange aura of self-confidence and determination. Kamijo wasn't sure if he had the same devilish looks the other men possessed because the short man wore contacts. Ugly white, scary contacts. His name was Kyo and he had crept up close when Kamijo had his forehead against Totchi's cool forehead and he began to talk. He told Kamijo that Toshiya was a close friend. He told Kamijo that Toshiya was one of the best assassins he had ever known. Toshiya was a killer, Kamijo couldn't lie to himself anymore. He had let his tears slip into Toshiya's hair and he didn't care if the zombie saw him. Kyo asked who Machi was and Kamijo accidentally told him. Good thing Luci'fer wasn't there or she'd scold him but he was too upset to care. He told Kyo about the night Toshiya called him and how it was too late to save him and how it was unfair— --but he'd tried to kill Shinya, why did he try to kill Shinya? He asked that. Didn't he know what that meant? It was like…trying to kill someone's brother or father or…Shinya was important. And he understood why Machi did it, but if only Kamijo had known—Kamijo would've saved him. He would've saved everyone. Kyo had been quiet for awhile and then simply said, "It's a shame that no one will avenge his death." That's all he said. And then he gave Kamijo his card. He told Kamijo that if he told anyone about the card or about their conversation, they would misunderstand. "We're not the most desirable people that other people would want to associate with." "It's okay," Kamijo remembered saying, "Neither was Toshiya." And then everyone in the room smiled funny and Kyo smirked. "If you need anything, call me." He said and when Luci'fer returned, Kamijo decided it was time to leave. Kamijo puts the card away and opens his phone. He still has a picture of Toshiya's face there as a background. He closes it, kisses it and goes into the bedroom. ++ If Kengo were back with the others, Nene would probably take him outside and say something profound that only he would understand. And then she'd kiss his cheek and wish him luck. But instead, Kengo stands alone in the garden in his self-imposed exile and he's staring at the sunset. The wind picks up. It's lost a bit of its chill. He thinks that if he listens hard enough, he'd be able to hear Nene's voice on the wind but he can't. He has to do this alone. Aya is not here. He has to work tonight. But even so Kengo senses Aya drifting back and forth between himself and someone else. And Kengo was never good at sharing. He glances down at the phone he holds in his hand. It hasn't rung in five hours but he remembers the conversation he had as if it were just a minute ago. He scratches at the base of his curls and turns around. He goes back into the house to prepare. He's to attack, in any way he can. He's to cause confusion so that no one will realize what's really going on. Kengo would rather be working for the good of Matatabi and Maneki than Toshiya. He does sort of miss him. Sort of. Not really. Toshiya always looked down on him and so did Izam and Aiji. But Kengo is alive where as Toshiya is sleeping eternally and Aiji is stuck in the morgue. He doesn't know how long he'll live but he lives for the moment. He misses Aya. ++ Aiji is off the IV and now reduced to mere pills as painkillers. They take awhile to hit the system but when they do, they knock him into unconsciousness. No hazy feelings of wakefulness here, no sir. When he is awake, he glares at Yu~ki whenever he's in the kitchen and tries to eat whatever the man gives him. Yu~ki's motherly and it's not that part of Yu~ki that bothers Aiji. It's the fact that the man manages to do it so mockingly. Aiji bets if he were anyone else, Yu~ki'd be nicer but he doubts even that. He's been allowed trips to the bathroom, thankfully, instead of that humiliating bedpan and what he's seen makes him smile in evil glee. His weapons have been left near the front door, untouched and clean, along with Kirito's weapons. And he knows Kirito has been dragged upstairs somewhere. He hopes that the man doesn't know where the weapons are. The house is silent, which would be worrisome for those not accustomed to the vampires but Aiji knows they're actually still sleeping. It is the custom for them to sleep until two hours after sunset. Sometimes, only one of them does it while the other does random things around the house, answering phone calls, and whatever vampires do when they're awake in the day. Aiji slips out of the spare room that Yu~ki transferred him to after his brief stint in the kitchen. The spare room has all sorts of junk in it. The best bed that Aiji has is a cot set up against the wall, covered by old blankets. At least, he doesn't have to wear a backless hospital gown—oh, no, Yu~ki and Kozi aren't that kind. The only option in this house is naked with a sheet to cover you and Aiji's tied the sheet around him to cover up. He doesn't care if anyone sees him—as long as he gets his swords—no one's going to care that he's naked—only that he's dangerous. It doesn't take long to get to the front door and snatch up the sword. Now all he has to do is find which room is Kirito's room. ++ To Chapter Eighteen Jelly Home Fics Home |