Touma: *sits on the floor next to Seiji and Yohji* He wanted me to join him... in Yami...
Touma: Perpetual night... the stars out all the time, and always singing...
Cye: *worried* Touma?
Seiji: *softly* Tempted?
Touma: *grins weakly* Hell yeah. But I don't want to be trapped in Tenku the way he's trapped in Yami...
Alucard: Spatiu....if one has a choice in being damned or not...choose the not.
Cye: *exhales, a little relieved*
So... Touma's changed his mind somewhere down the line. Or the deal he has with Kujuurou is not entirely about the armors. I suspect it's more the latter. It has to be more a bond of the soul than a bond of the armor. The armors are likely just facilitators, though the lines are admittedly blurry.
I didn't get much sleep last night that wasn't covered in anger-dreams. Jesus. We were fucking worried about him! We were horrified, we wanted to find out what was happening. So I go in and seven people give me the cold shoulder. Only two don't know me. One who does is admin. Three of them were people I thought were friends. Nothing. A few awkward phrases and nothing. Pussy got your tongue? If they didn't know who I was, they should have asked. If they thought I was some shit with an agenda, they would have toyed with me. What the fuck did I ever do to them that they don't even have the balls to continue the conversation or kick me out of chat or *something*? Apparently that underaged pathological liar Jen gets more respect. Apparently a *flamer* gets more respect.
I'm worried about him. Both of them. They were enormously patient with me even when I was green. I'm terribly worried for the whole extended family, because I know they're busy and now they have to wait for word from across the Atlantic. I'm sure he'll be all right, he's tough.
The rest of it... unacceptable. I stayed on the ML, I posted, I chatted because I felt safe there. That's it. I'll wait till after I get back to pull out my fics. I don't want to upset them at a time like this. I'll leave the fan art because they were all gifts for people whose work I admired.
They are fucking lucky I didn't want to cause a ruckus for the two of them to get back to. They are fucking lucky I signed off before I could blow their heads off. But fine... FINE. I can do passive aggressive. They can kiss my ass and like it.
Don't start a war over this. This is mine. Don't drag the House into this. At all. I'm sure it's still a safe place for hundreds of other people.
Touma carefully tied his yukatta, hands lingering over the rich blue silk. Real gold thread picked out a Persian pattern of repeating geometric shapes. He looked around the room. Jade plants and bamboo in ornate porcelain pots, mirrors in jeweled frames, exotic woods carved by no human hand. His walkman lay on the teakwood table supported by stone dragons. Touma put it in a drawer, and decided to empty the pencil sharpener.
He stepped out into the hall afterwards, dusting the graphite off his palms. There was a time when he'd been too unnerved to walk the Palace halls in just a yukatta that barely covered his thighs. Everything in the Palace was a spoil of war. It took some getting used to.
He stifled a yawn. Kayura had shown him some of the older scrolls today. Written in a more undiluted form of Japanese, there were fewer Chinese influences, and Touma had worked Tenku overtime to get through the translation. At least these had not been sacred scrolls. Rajura had to accompany him then to contain the magical effects of the words.
Touma walked down what he thought of as the western corridor. There was nothing resembling cardinal direction in the Youjakai; it wasn't just a lack of suitable landmarks, but a real void of East, West, North, South. It wasn't so much that the architecture changed, but that where they were shifted underneath them. You had to know what you were looking for. Touma supposed that was how he and Ryo had even found the Palace in the first place. He'd tried to visit those old battlefields, but though he was in the same location, each time he could tell it was not the same place.
Beside a doorway, a lantern was sputtering out. Touma lifted it open and blew some pure oxygen to revive the flame. His shadow flickered and darkened on the opposite wall. Satisfied, Touma opened the door.
Kujuurou did not look up at his entrance. Instead a darkness curled around his body, ruffing his hair lightly. Several spirits were attending the Masho of Winter. Apparently Touma had missed their nightly bath. The light scent of orchids filled the room -- Tie Quan Yin tea, Kujuurou's favorite. Touma still found the preference incongruous for his lover. It was a warm amber brew, tasting of roasted sugarcane. It was said to have been a gift from the Quan Yin, Goddess of Compassion.
"You are late." The welcoming dark slid over him, changing from ribbon to rope, raising the small hairs on his nape. Unfair of Kujuurou to use his armor to arouse his lover, but Touma supposed Yami was on the rise tonight. Judging by the brittle cold back home, the chi was likely building up steadily.
The door opened behind him. "There's the pretty one. Ah, but you've just taken your bath, Anubis. You might dirty yourself." Naotoki placed a hand on the small of Touma's back. One had to get used to this too, and to Naotoki's strange sweet smell, unlike Kujuurou's more natural canine musk. Touma closed his eyes and Naotoki slid the back of his hand against his cheek, just as he liked it. The half-breed general had entrancing skin, perpetually smooth and cool. He'd never asked if he shed it as full bred Naga did.
"I will take another bath with him later," Kujuurou said, his low voice echoing through the room. A glance up, and Touma fought a smirk at the burning gaze beneath that scarred brow. "Play with him in the meantime. I am not yet ready for bed."
Blue silk fluttered to the floor. Touma moved in to kiss Naotoki, drinking up the sweet-sourness of his mouth, hands in his green hair that was almost as soft as Seiji's. A delicate touch on his balls sent him moaning. Naotoki was the gentlest with his organ; Touma did not ask if he was afraid his poison would seep from his skin.
Trust was not a word he would use to describe his relations with the Masho. Not even Kujuurou. Their armors were more than a second skin, they were like a second soul, and deference had to be paid them. There was not enough in them to trust. No, that was not why he stayed.
Naotoki sucked at his throat, grasping his ass. Touma arched, knowing Kujuurou liked to watch him lose control even more than causing it. He liked to please his okami, even more than anyone else including Seiji. It was perhaps the most essential reason for the relationship. So he was a slut for attention; he'd always been. But there was more to it than begging for approval. Kujuurou seldom gave him approval.
A subtle hand signal, and Touma dropped to his hands and knees. Kujuurou stood before him, the black kimono barely hiding his impressive erection. Naotoki slipped two oil-coated fingers inside, a welcome sensation as lube was optional.
Touma groaned, looking up at his lover's shadowed face. So intent, those blue-green eyes, watching his beautiful boy service his betters. Trembling, Touma tongued the kimono folds and licked the now enormous erection. He reached back, catching some of the oil dripping down his thighs, and fisted the base.
Kujuurou slid into his mouth more fully. Touma squeezed his eyes shut as he relaxed for the push to the back of his throat. There was a haggard tension in his movements. It would be a rough one this time. A whisper of a kimono against his hips, and Naotoki entered him. Touma buried his scream into the hot flesh. A low grunt from Kujuurou and the cockhead jabbed him in short, sharp thrusts. Naotoki was now moving, the slick slap of his balls filling the room.
His lover's hand settled in his hair. Touma almost instantly relaxed, smelling that familiar musk, feeling the strong fingers. He managed to look up, buried so deep between Kujuurou's legs.
The tension was melting. Kujuurou was not smiling, but he looked younger and less strained. Touma moaned, sucking and teasing the hot flesh as well as he could. The change in Kujuurou was not from the lust, nor the armor, but a deeper, older magic unrecorded on any scroll.
For me, said the wolf.
Yes. For you.
Touma could have had any other life, any other occupation. Acclaim and respect could have been his for the taking. There were better loves, better honors, better men than these. He was removing himself from closest companions, for he'd be the last one, no matter what. Yet only in Yami could Touma find completion. And only in Tenku could Kujuurou find redemption.
Kujuurou thumbed Touma's brow, sparking awake the glowing kanji seated in his soul. Chi, it blazed, but at its master's touch it shone with a dark outline of pure shadow. Wisdom, eternal as the stars, wreathed in everlasting night.
This was what he'd been looking for.
Where have all my friends gone
They've all disappeared
Turned around maybe one day
You're all that was there
Stood by on believing
Stood by on my own
Always thought I was someone
Turned out I was wrong
You brought me through
And you made me feel
So blue...
Why don't you stay behind
So blue...
Why don't you stop and look at what's going down
If I had an old woman
She'd never sell me a lie
It's hard to sing with someone
Who won't sing with you
Give all of my mercy
Give all of my heart
Never thought that I'd miss you
That I'd miss you so much
You brought me through
And you made me feel
So blue...
Why don't you stay behind
So blue...
Why don't you stop and look at what's going down
All my life
I'm waiting for
Someone I
Could hold the door
But nothing seems to change
You'll come back I know
Stand by
Stand by
Waiting round
Now that I'm blue
That I'm blue
From now on
So blue
Why don't you stay behind
So blue
Why don’t you, why don’t you stay behind.
So blue
Why don’t you, why don’t you stay behind
So blue
Why don't you stop and look at what's going down
Anyone who's ever had a heart
Wouldn't turn around and break it
and anyone who's ever played a part
Wouldn't turn around and hate it
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
You're waiting for Jimmy down in the alley
Waiting there for him to come back home
Waiting down on the corner
and thinking of ways to get back home
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
Anyone who's ever had a dream
Anyone who's ever played a part
Anyone who's ever been lonely
and anyone who's ever split apart
Sweet Jane, sweet Jane
Sweet, sweet Jane
Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
Heavenly widened roses
seem to whisper to me when you smile
Well, the lack of graphics means internettrash is gone. It's done this before, a glitchy kind of thing, but this means Red for Pleasure is offline. I'll see if it's permanent or not.
Oh please won't someone host me?
Freespeech is an option... I dunno. I'm currently ambivalent about RfP because it's my number two Internet Time Sucker. And I am valiantly trying to fight those off...
~60K of graphics :: Koani by
Alice in Wonderland :: Scorpion by Ushikai Background and buttons by Triple Orbit Graphics ~ Sadly it's no longer at its former website.
