Warnings: R
(Finally, some more Tsume/Kiba action and I don’t mean fighting either!
/snerks/)
Part Six
The Young and the Restless
A siren went off and Kiba
hissed in response. He didn’t know what was more humiliating. Being frisked and
groped by that bastard Quent or running around naked in a house that had a
million and one doors and hallways. One could get lost in here quite easily and
he didn’t want to get caught by Quent’s minions for he knew it was only a
matter of time before those two men would show up to see what was wrong.
He crouched and began to run
as fast as his legs could take him, being careful to remain close to the walls.
He could hear the loud cries of the security guards (and he could have sworn
several dogs barking) as they all scrambled into the building in search of the
intruders. However, something about this situation didn’t seem right to him. He
had only been in Quent’s bedroom and he wasn’t aware of triggering off any
alarms while in there – unless Quent had an alarm set in his head. So why were
the guards all in a frenzy? It could only mean that an outside party or parties
had invaded the rich man’s house.
Could it be…?
No. He shook his head rapidly
to get rid of the stray thought that had entered his mind. It couldn’t possibly
be that pushy bastard here to rescue him. For starters, there was no way Tsume
could know he was here. He hadn’t given or left any clues in the apartment and
besides, why would Tsume want to rescue him? It wasn’t as if they were friends
or anything. So why then did he feel this sickening lurch in his chest – this
ache that refused to stop?
“There he is!”
He sucked in a harsh breath and
spun around to see the two burly men running towards him at an increasingly
rapid pace. For such large men they really were light on their feet. Taking
another furtive but quick glance behind him, Kiba winced as he realized there
was no other place to run to. He had reached a dead end. He took another step
backwards and braced himself, holding out his cuffed hands with his teeth bared
in open challenge. If he couldn’t run anymore, he’d just have to stop and fight
with his life on the line.
“Come and get it,” he growled
to himself as their looming black figures came even closer. And falling on all
fours, he felt a wave of vertigo wash over him as he got ready to…
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“…come this way,” Toboe said quickly
as he motioned for the taller man to follow. They had left Hige with Blue and
Tsume wasn’t sure if that was a good idea or not. However, he would have to
deal with this Quent guy first and get Kiba out of his clutches.
“I hope you aren’t trying anything
funny,” Tsume said tightly as they walked through yet another narrow pathway
filled with enough ostentatious décor that looked too out of place and made
Tsume want to gag.
Toboe gave a light shrug.
“This is the only way to get to the boss’s room without alerting the guards. As
you can see, you and your friends are surrounded and there’s no way to escape.
Of course my boss will still defeat you…”
“Just shut up brat and keep
walking,” came the curt reply that had the young boy flushing with indignation
at being spoken to in such a manner. He wanted to tell himself that he could
take this arrogant man down – after all, he had defeated bigger men before. But
there was something about Tsume that he couldn’t quite shake off. Perhaps it
was the genuine anger and animosity he sensed, but Toboe had the feeling that
if he tried anything, he really would
die in a heartbeat.
He stopped before a door – a
simple wooden door with a brass knocker of a lion’s head. Lifting it up gently,
Toboe knocked, once, twice…until Tsume pushed him aside with impatience and
kicked the door in.
“No! Wait…!”
But it was too late to back
out now. Tsume saw the huge blade descending from the ceiling as if in slow
motion. He cursed loudly and tried to duck but he was not fast enough. A
searing, blinding and mind-numbing pain coursed through his body and he howled
as the blade sank into his left shoulder. Toboe’s cry of horror mingled with
his as Tsume fell to his knees in agony.
“I tried to tell you!” Toboe
yelled as he reached for the end of the scythe-like weapon to pull it out
quickly. Tsume’s black jacket was already made darker with the blood that now
gushed freely from the deep cut. Toboe felt faint at the sight. “Oh
god…you’re…you’re…bleeding…so badly…”
“I can see that,” Tsume
grated out through clenched teeth as he staggered to his feet. His entire left
arm felt numb and useless but he held on to the knife tightly in his right hand
as he continued to walk into the large bedroom. His vision blurred for a moment
and he staggered again, cursing in frustration at how much blood he was losing.
He didn’t want to lose consciousness now.
“Oh my goodness!” Toboe
gasped. “It looks like there was a fight in here.”
Tsume forced his vision to
become clearer as he too stared at the mess in the room. The bed sheets looked
like there had been a struggle on it. There were broken pieces of glass on the
floor and a table that had looked like it had been set for dinner, now had it’s
contents strewn all over the floor. It really did look like a fight had
occurred.
Hn. He would bet that damn
Kiba had fought his way out of this. He should have known.
Toboe was looking around the
room with a light frown of confusion and concern on his features. “But…but
…where is my boss…?”
“Right over here, you little
traitor!”
Tsume didn’t know when he
moved or how he had managed to so quickly but he would be damned before
allowing the old guy to hack into the kid. Quent had sneaked up behind them
with another scythe and its destination had been intended for the oblivious
Toboe’s head or neck. However, Tsume’s quick reflexes stepped in and he reached
for the man’s hand, holding it back as the blade struck the bed post
ineffectively.
“Run!” Tsume ground out
coldly as his gaze met the maniacal ones of the older man. So this was the
bastard that had dared touch Kiba. There was congealed blood on Quent’s
features and he looked…horribly grotesque.
“But…” Toboe began weakly.
“Run, goddamnit! Find Kiba!
You’ll know him when you see him!”
“Ri…right!” Toboe gave one
last look at the two men braced in a stand off and ran out of the room, feeling
his eyes sting with unshed tears. He didn’t want to believe that his boss – the
man he had loved so very much – would have killed him if Tsume hadn’t stepped
in. He had been nothing but loyal to Quent all these years…but he had betrayed
his master and he could understand the old man’s reasoning. But if Tsume
defeated him… what was to become of him and Blue? How could they manage to survive
on the streets again?
He ran out to the hallway and
froze in mid-stride at the sight that met his eyes. For standing over two large
bodies was the naked figure of the most beautiful and bloodied beast he had
ever seen. And for one heartbreaking moment, Toboe forgot how to breathe.
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Kiba couldn’t even explain
what had happened to him a few minutes ago if he tried. He stared at his
blood-stained hands and indeed his entire body as he stumbled backwards in
horror. He could remember falling on his hands and knees and then…just…nothing. It was as if that particular
section of time had been erased from his mind completely.
Had he actually felt even
more excited and thrilled at the thought of biting into the men’s flesh? Had he
actually ripped their lungs out and nearly torn their heads off their
shoulders? How could he have done that with his bare hands? That was…impossible!
The handcuffs that had been
on his hands had long gone and as he rose to his feet slowly, he became aware
of the boy standing before him with absolute terror on his young features. Kiba
couldn’t blame him for that reaction. He was sure he looked anything but normal
at the moment. He took a step forward and Toboe shrank away.
“It’s okay,” Kiba began
softly while trying to force a warm smile on his features. “I won’t hurt you. I
promise. I just need…”
But Toboe wasn’t listening.
He squeezed his eyes shut and slid to the floor, hands over his ears as he
screamed desperately. “He’s in there! He’s going to kill my boss! Please! Please
make him stop!”
He’s in there! He? He could only be one person.
Tsume!
Feeling a sudden rush of
adrenaline course through his body, Kiba ran towards the bedroom again. So
Tsume had come for him after all! Why he felt ridiculously pleased about that,
he would never know. But he did and as he threw open the doors to the room; he
sucked in a harsh breath at the scene before him. It looked like Quent was
lying above Tsume’s body and as Kiba walked closer; he could make out the dark
stain upon the older man’s head. Had Tsume bashed Quent’s head in with his bare
fists? Good grief.
He pushed the old man off
Tsume and winced softly at how ashen the silver-haired man looked. He propped
Tsume against a wall gently and one glance at his left shoulder told Kiba all
he needed to know. The cut was deep and if proper precautions weren’t taken,
Tsume could bleed to death.
“Tsume…Tsume,” he whispered
softly as he fell to his knees. “Open your eyes…Tsume…”
Tsume heard the voice and
wondered if it was yet another figment of his imagination. The old guy had been
pretty tough to beat and Tsume was still not sure of how he had managed to
subdue the raging bastard with just one arm. But he had done it somehow and he
hated to admit that it had really felt good to hear the sound of crunching bone
beneath his fist.
He opened up his eyes weakly,
only to blink slowly at the blood streaked face before him. However, there was
no denying the sharp teal eyes that were boring down at him in concern. Blood.
Geez, the guy didn’t know how to take things easy, did he?
“You…” he began thickly – it
felt as if his mouth was filled with cotton balls - only to find the words
lodged somewhere in his throat as he realized that Kiba was also stark naked.
Tsume doubted if Kiba had hurt himself as well, but there was something so
primitive and delightfully sexy about the blood-stained man before him. Fuck.
It had been almost twenty-four hours since he had seen Kiba. Twenty-four long
hours of not tasting this bastard whom had almost gotten him killed…twice.
In other words, he had missed
the clueless fool.
“Tsume…can you…we have to…”
“Shut the fuck up, Kiba…”
Tsume growled as he lifted his good arm to sink his fingers into the other’s
hair. “Just shut up…”
He tugged Kiba’s head forward
and closed his eyes as their lips met in a kiss that was nothing short of
bruising and demanding. If Kiba was surprised at this sudden development, he
made no effort to show it as he responded just as hungrily.
Dear gods, but he had missed
this!
Someone moaned but neither
cared to know who. With tongues clashing and sucking on the each other roughly,
Kiba straddled Tsume’s waist and pressed his body even closer to the sinewy
length. For a moment, his eyes remained open, watching Tsume’s once ashen
cheeks fill with dull color. He finally let them close as he felt Tsume’s right
hand upon his waist and slide down to the taut curve of his ass cheek. He
growled within the kiss, shifting restlessly upon Tsume’s waist as both men
felt their arousals awakening with unbridled lust.
Damn but Kiba was extremely
sensitive, Tsume thought feverishly. The urge to own this man was so
overwhelming that all rational thought was about to fly out the window in mere
seconds. Kiba’s scent was intoxicating. His taste was even more delicious than
he remembered. He wanted Kiba. Needed
him.
“Hah….hah…aaah!”
Kiba tore his lips away and
cried out as he felt Tsume’s wandering finger tease the entrance to his rectum but
it was a shy and rather loud cough from the doorway that had both men turning
around quickly. Standing at the doorway, looking rather uncomfortable and quite
flushed, was Toboe.
“Sor…sorry…” he began
quickly, unable to look at the two men completely. “I didn’t know…I mean…I…”
“The brat,” Tsume muttered
harshly while desperately trying to even his ragged breathing, only to groan
again at the sensation of Kiba’s cock still pressing incessantly against his
stomach. If he were wicked enough, Tsume would be more than willing to give the
young boy a good showing of what adults do in their spare time, but to his
irritation, Kiba was already pulling away from him and rising to his feet.
Toboe’s flush darkened as
Kiba placed a hand upon his shoulders. “Will you lead us out of here, Toboe?”
he asked with a small smile. “We need to get Tsume to the hospital…”
“No…” Tsume said quickly as
he tried to move and then wished he hadn’t as the world swarm before his eyes.
“Fuck. Just take me back to the apartment. I can take care of myself.”
“But you’re bleeding badly!”
Kiba said firmly as he spun around to face Tsume again. “This isn’t something
that can be taken of by yourself. You need professional…”
“Don’t you tell me what to
do, Kiba,” came the cold retort and this time Tsume began to struggle to his
feet, using the wall as leverage. “You don’t know me. So don’t act like
you…fuck…!”
The world danced before his
eyes again and he almost fell or would have if Kiba’s strong hands hadn’t been
there to hold him up. “Stop being such a stubborn bastard and just listen to
me…!”
“And since when do I have to
listen to some newbie from the main city, huh?”
“Goddamnit, Tsume! I’m trying
to help you…!”
“Then don’t! I can deal with
it on my own! I’ve managed this well so far without you and believe me I can
bloody well do without you this time!”
He tried to push Kiba away
but the dark-haired man wouldn’t budge. And hell if they weren’t getting
aroused again.
Toboe watched on in
fascination as the two men squared off. It was hard to believe that just a few
minutes ago; they had been ready to screw each other into the ground. There was
a palpable tension between the two and Toboe hated to admit that it was mildly
‘exciting’ to watch. He almost yelped at the firm hand that was placed on his
shoulder.
“Whoa. Who’s the hottie?”
Hige asked with a grin as he watched Tsume and Kiba arguing in the bedroom.
Blue was standing behind him, out of breath but with an uncharacteristic look
of excitement in her eyes – at least it was there until she saw the body on the
floor.
An anguished cry escaped her
throat as she ran forward and past the bickering men. She fell to her knees,
hands reaching out to caress the lax features of the man she had considered her
mentor and father figure over the years. The tears fell hard and fast as she
cradled his body to hers.
“Who did this?!” she wailed
with gut wrenching sobs that made the men a bit uncomfortable. “Who amongst
you, did this?!”
“I did it, lady,” Tsume finally
replied with a light frown unaware of how heavily he was now leaning on Kiba.
“I don’t know what kind of relationship you had with him, but he was no good…”
“And how would you know?!”
Blue screamed in anger as she rose to her feet and made a charge for him. But
Toboe was fast as well and before she could swing her arm at the surprised
couple, he had blocked her way with a pleading look in his brown eyes.
“Please, Blue…don’t,” he said
quietly but firmly. “I’ll explain everything later. Please…”
“Toboe,” she said in a broken
whisper. “You…you approve of this? After all the master tried to do for us?”
“Listen people,” Hige cut in
with a wave of his hand. “As much as I’d like to stay here and stare at naked
butts and crying babes, we’ve got to split. I don’t think I can hold back
anymore of these guards that are just about ready to come up here. But
seriously, dude,” he eyed Kiba with growing interest. “Were you the one who
ripped those guys apart on the stairs? That was wicked cool.”
Kiba had the grace to flush
but Hige’s warning stood true. They did not have the time to waste. “Toboe,” he
said firmly. “Show us the way out of here.”
The young boy seemed torn at
the decision he had to make. He could either go with these men or stay with
Blue. However, as he took another glance at the desolate room, he realized that
there really was nothing for him in this place. He had been raised and used as
nothing but a common thief since Quent found him. He was grateful for that, but
he was also grateful to Tsume now. If it wasn’t for the silver-haired man,
Toboe was sure he would have been dead.
He gave a small nod and spun
around, wincing inwardly at Blue’s cry of disbelief. “Toboe! You can’t leave!
You and I…!”
“I have to Blue,” he said
with a sad smile struggling hard not to break down in tears. “I can’t stay here
anymore, Blue and neither can you. We’ve got to move on, can’t you see?” He
held out his hand in invitation, hoping that the woman he had considered an
older sister and best friend would join him. “Please…come with us…”
She shook her head rapidly
and took a step backwards. “No…no…I can’t believe you’re betraying me like
this, Toboe.”
“Blue…”
“Get lost! Go! Join them! See
if I care, you ungrateful slut!”
“Hey now,” Hige cut in with a
frown as he watched Toboe’s eyes fill with tears. “You can’t speak to him that
way! He’s only trying to help you…”
“She doesn’t need our help,”
Kiba replied coolly as he began to lead Tsume out of the room. “Let her wallow
in her self pity. We don’t have too much time, remember?” He placed a hand on
Toboe’s shoulder and squeezed it gently in reassurance. “Let’s go.”
The young thief gave a slow
nod and wiped his tears away. He refused to look back as he began to lead them
down a series of pathways that would take them to the underground garage.
Within the warm cocoon of his three new friends, Toboe felt that he was now
safe. He only wished that Blue would open up her eyes to see just how wrong she
was.
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It was Hige who had hotwired
the sleek black car. It was also Hige who had managed to find a pair of jeans
and t-shirt from a friend who lived nearby for Kiba to slip into. Hell, he
could only look at the naked guy for so long without having illicit thoughts of
having a piece of him. It was also Hige that had somehow managed to convince
them to stay in any place but Tsume’s apartment. He had explained the situation
with Darcia and Jagara and it all made perfect sense. There really was no need
to go back to a place where they would be found again.
And so here they were in
Hige’s little place he considered home away from home. Tsume had been cleaned,
stitched and bandaged by a local ‘doctor’ that Hige knew and now lay sleeping
on a bed half-delirious. Kiba, who had also been cleaned and treated for a cut
on his right ribs, sat on a chair beside the bed, with his head lowered in
thought. He had not moved from that position since the doctor had left almost
three hours ago.
The apartment was relatively
small but crowded with unnecessary junk, which was just the way Hige liked it.
There were posters of naked or half-naked girls on the wall. There was a
mini-entertainment center with half it’s DVD collections filled with such tasty
titles as ‘Girls Gone Wild’ and ‘Pussy Alley’. Toboe, who had been going through
the collection, couldn’t help blushing at some of the images on their covers.
This really was a bachelor’s pad. The kitchen was just as tiny with a sink
almost filled with dirty dishes and a box of leftover pizza upon the brown
counter.
“Okay, so it isn’t the Ritz,”
Hige said around a shrug as he opened up a can of beer and tossed one towards
Toboe. “But it’s my place and I like it.”
Toboe eyed the drink warily
and shook his head. “It’s okay I guess. But I don’t drink beer…”
“Well, it’s about time you
did! You’re a grown man now. A grown man!” He sat down on the floor and drank
thirstily before darting a glance towards the bedroom. “Man…are those two
like…well you know…?”
Toboe’s cheeks grew pink and
he toyed with the can. The memory of Kiba’s naked body writhing upon Tsume’s
lap had him clamping his legs tightly. “Uuum…I dunno…”
“He’s one lucky bastard
that’s for sure,” Hige said with a smirk as he drank again. “No wonder Jagara
and your boss want him. With a body and a face like that, I’d do him in a
heartbeat.”
“Hige!” Toboe gasped in shock
at the man’s bluntness. “But…” His brows furrowed in thought. “Who is Jagara?”
“Yes,” Kiba said quietly.
Neither of them had heard him and their surprised looks were almost comical.
“Who is this Jagara you keep talking about and what does she want with me?”
Hige eyed the man standing
before him for a moment and then took another thirsty gulp from the can. He
wiped a hand across his lips and smiled wanly. “Sure you wanna know? This could
take all night because this guy keeps his ears and eyes open if you know what I
mean. So I know plenty.”
Kiba shrugged and made
himself comfortable on the floor beside Toboe, who lowered his head to hide his
blush at the close proximity of the older one. He couldn’t quite place it yet,
but just being in Kiba’s presence was very…intoxicating
and he wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing. But he liked the
protective air that seemed to emanate from Kiba and smiling softly to himself,
he moved a bit closer to the dark-haired man’s warmth.
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By the time Hige was done
with his story, the sun was already high in the sky again and Toboe was fast
asleep with his head upon Kiba’s lap.
“So that’s all I know,” Hige
finished with a yawn as he stretched his arms above his head. “Just be careful
that’s all. You don’t want to go walking around for no good reason in this
town. She’s always had it out for you and she’s not gonna rest until she gets
you in her clutches.”
Kiba frowned lightly in
thought at all he had heard. This Jagara was apparently one of the last few
nobles left in the
So…that’s what I am. I am a…wolf? Although, Hige had said that, Kiba had gotten the
sense that the brown-haired man had not believed a word of it. Of course he
wouldn’t. Why should he? After all he had been raised as a human all his life
and being told he was a wolf was not something could just take lightly.
However, it all made sense somehow. That would explain all the ‘blackouts’ he
had whenever he got into a really serious fight. That would explain his
heightened sense of smell and the sights around him. But how did he really feel
about it? Was he happy or horrified? Should he even continue to regard himself
as a human despite this new knowledge about himself?
However, he wasn’t the only
one. He was sure of that. He knew without a doubt that Hige, Toboe, Blue, even
Quent and most especially Tsume were just like he was. He had sensed it the
moment he had seen them. So just how many more wolves were in this city? Had
they always existed in this human form? Hiding away with society to deceive
everyone and even themselves?
Kiba held up his hands,
watching them tremble slightly as something – just for a brief moment – flashed
through his mind. He could remember…a flower.
Something about a flower. But what was so fascinating about a flower? There
were some flowers around the city, so why did that single thought come to his
mind out of his murky past?
He allowed his hands to fall
to his lap, listening to Toboe’s slow breathing and Hige’s snores. Shifting the
young boy’s head off his lap gently, Kiba rose to his feet and made his way
towards the bedroom. He simply raised a brow as he noticed that Tsume was now
sitting up in bed with a distant look in his eyes as he stared out of the
window. .
“Did you hear everything?”
Kiba asked quietly as he sat on the chair again.
Tsume shook his head. “Not
everything…just the later bits.” The sun struck his bronzed chest and the deep
scar almost hidden between the heavy bandages, seemed to throb in response.
Kiba, rather unconsciously, reached out to touch it in fascination, but his
hand was immediately caught within Tsume’s in a tight grip. Teal met cool gold
and they remained locked in a silent battle of wills.
“Give me one reason why I
shouldn’t kill you right now and get a move on with my life?” Tsume asked
softly, even as he found his gaze drifting towards Kiba’s full lips. “You’ve
given me nothing but hell from the moment I met you.”
“Really?” Kiba asked huskily,
feeling his heart beat quicken with anticipation at what was yet to be. He was
aware that Tsume was pulling him closer and he made no move to stop himself
from going along.
“I should be jealous you
know,” Tsume continued as his grip slackened a little although he made no
attempt to release his prey. “Everyone seems to want you. This Jagara. That
bastard Quent. Even the fat one.”
“His name is Hige,” Kiba
breathed against Tsume’s moist, warm and parted lips.
“Like I give a fuck what his
name is,” came the growled reply as their tongues met for a brief moment. It
was a deliberate tease and both men gasped at the jolt of electricity that
raced through their bodies.
“What I would give to fuck
your brains out right about now, Kiba,” Tsume muttered and groaned as Kiba
straddled him again. “Damn it…”
“I want you too, Tsume,” Kiba
confessed as his lips began to trail down Tsume’s jaw and neck. He ground his
aching groin against Tsume’s and swallowed the silver-haired man’s cry within
his mouth in a scorching kiss.
No, this had to be more than
just mere lust between them, Kiba thought helplessly as he lifted his hips a
little allowing Tsume’s hand to slip into his pants. This had to be more than
lust. He had to consume Tsume if need
be for Kiba knew - somewhere deep down inside – that he might never get to see
this man…ever again.
TBC…