[RP Log] Satoshi Shudou & Ryou Kisarazu
Date:: 4/8. Afternoon
Summary:: Satoshi and Ryou meet up at the library, and some inappropriate touching occurs. XD
Rating:: PG-ish, maybe.
Sometime on that cloudy, rainy Saturday afternoon, he became aware of a fact that suddenly made the day a bit sweeter. Sweeter, and far more interesting. The musty bones of the library were bestirred by a far more lively essence, and like a hunter with the scent of spring on the wind; he traced it to the source.
There he was, standing at the checkout counter, handing over his selections to the matron behind it. On silent feet, Satoshi padded a wide circle around his quarry, and then ducked out the front doors, anticipating the direction the prey would take.
A stone column rimed with moisture was his hiding place, and he waited only a few breathless moments before Ryou hurried past, jacket pulled tight against the rain. Toshi sped down the colonnade, waiting at the corner the slighter boy would pass before escaping the shadow of the library wing. The timing had to be precise, and he was in motion almost before he had time to think about it, pouncing on Ryou and snatching him back behind the row of columns.
"It's better in here, luv~" His eyes were dancing with mischief. "The eaves keep the rain off your head."
To say that Ryou was surprised by his second kidnapping at Satoshi's hands would have been an understatement. He was jerked out of his distracted reverie the minute hands closed around his arms, and then shoved rudely into a state of heightened alertness the very second he heard that voice. "I think," he snarled the exact moment his heart calmed and wasn't racing like a freight train. "I'd rather take my chances with the rain, mate." His arms were laden with his precious finds, all books that had nothing to do with accounting, but everything to do with works of art from various stages of history.
He didn't need this, Ryou thought with a heavy sigh. Satoshi was starting to border on the crazy stalker who was out to drive him insane line, and it made the raven-haired fox fidgety. Enough so that he pondered over the best way to extract himself from his current situation, and jetting his ass down to the closest police station to draw up a restraining order. Of course, he had his brother to thank for that brilliant idea, since it hadn't occurred to Ryou until the minute he spied the ones in one of his comments.
"Perhaps, but these are better off in the dry." Strong, deft hands took the volumes from Ryou's arms with reverent care, sliding his own messenger bag off his shoulder and tucking them inside before setting it carefully on dry stone. "I'll carry them for you." He grinned, but made no move to touch Ryou again, knowing that the other was unlikely to flee without reclaiming his books.
Ryou made a grab for the bag, giving his unwanted companion a sharp look. "I can carry my own books, Satoshi." He pointed out a little too harshly. He still couldn't pinpoint why this predator in human form threw him off balance, and right then with that grin meeting him, he didn't care. That grin did have a way of pissing him off, ruffling his fur the wrong way, and predictably he responded with an annoyed, standoffish stance.
The grin widened just a fraction. "No no, I insist." He swung the bag just out of Ryou's reach, and then slid the strap over his head again in a motion that was deceptively graceful, hiding the weight of the bag and the power necessary to heft it. "No need to be shy, I'll be happy to carry it for you. Not to mention keep these precious tomes out of the rain." He gave the strap a tug so that the bag settled into the small of his back, safely out of the reach of grabby hands.
"I could have sworn I just indicated that I didn't need your help, mate." Ryou stated, growing even more annoyed when the bag flowed gracefully out of his grasp only to fall across Satoshi's back.
"Indeed, and I rewarded your modesty with a selfless decision to help anyway." Toshi sketched a small, elegant bow. "Your gracious acceptance is truly touching."
"More like you're trying to get on my nerves." Ryou snapped. He was fully aware that his reception was less than gracious. Indeed, he intended it to be that way, but as usual Satoshi was either too thick to get the message, or trying to get beneath his skin.
Satoshi lifted his head, and piercing green eyes settled on Ryou, vibrantly intense. He took a step forward, and another. "I have my own agenda, yes." His voice dropped into its lower registers, rumbling between them like distant thunder. "Would you like to know what it is?"
Stormy eyes narrowed, as turbulent and wild as the seas of his homeland. There it was again, that hint of a predator in human guise, a fear-inducing factor that almost tempted the raven-haired fox to seek safety. However, he never was one for doing what was good for him, until it was far too late. "No, I don't believe I care to hear it." Ryou stated contrarily without a second thought.
A smile quite unlike any Satoshi had yet revealed curved his lips, primal and masculine. "I was hoping you'd say that, luv." He rested a hand on the stone column above Ryou's head. "Gives me an excuse, you see..." The motion that closed that last, little distance was swift, the lightning strike of a predator that had lulled his prey.
Their lips came together, the weight of Toshi's body nudging Ryou back into the column. A stifled gasp was his invitation, his tongue rushing into the unguarded depths of Ryou's mouth like the engulfing caress of flame on dry kindling. It was everywhere at once, stroking, teasing, caressing, making it clear that surrender was not an option, but promising that pliance held its rewards.
For a moment the world stopped turning, and all he could feel was the weight of that body pressing into his, the masterful stroke of a plundering tongue and the ruthlessness of pilfering lips. He wasn't aware of the soft gasp that bled from one mouth to another, one of surprise caught and silenced before it could swell into a full-blown snarl of rage.
Ryou stood docile, meek for a span of time while he adjusted to the new sensations assaulting his mind, lulling him to a state of near acceptance, until reality slowly returned bit by agonizing bit, reminding him of where he was and with whom. Satoshi, the wild dingo who took great joy in nipping at him, forever battering away at his shields, always trying to find the smallest kink to exploit.
And for what reason? The thought came before the rising of two hands, as they slid along the toned plane of stomach to chest, settling there as if to make their home. Yet, the moment his eyes focused and a clear light of coherency overrode the betraying bite of pleasure that whispered of tempests and the familiarity of the beast, they made their move. "Have you lost your fucking mind, mate?" he snarled bitingly, jerking away and greeting his skull with the hard coldness of the pillar blocking his escape, hands already shoving forcefully at the chest they rested on.
Toshi was in no hurry to open his eyes, his tongue dragging slowly across his lips to capture every hint of Ryou's sweet taste. Deep, drowning pools of emerald were slowly unveiled, blonde lashes catching the light like a rime of snow. "No." He was immovable, absorbing the insistent shove of Ryou's hands. "No, I don't think so."
"You do know this sort of thing has a name, right?" Ryou took a deep breath, fighting to calm the agitation being held prisoner brought with it. Why was it always like this with Satoshi? If it had been anyone else he would have been perfectly calm, in control, able to bitingly battle his way verbally into being released, yet he never seemed to keep his hold on that thread around this person. And it drove him crazy knowing it.
"Really?" His words were little more than a soft breath ghosting across Ryou's lips. "Because I don't think I could put words to this." Gently he nipped at the graceful curve of Ryou's upper lip, teeth tugging lightly on the full, pouting curve of the bottom one. Then he lingered, making of it a slow, sultry caress, as inviting as it was intoxicating.
Damn it, Ryou thought despairingly, trembling beneath the change from hungry invasion to lingering temptation. Satoshi tasted of the Outback, wild and free, with a hint of the sea whispering like a siren's call that lulled and bewitched. It was almost enough to do him in, but almost wasn't good enough when his emotions ran high and frantic with insecurity. "I," he spoke softly, again pulling away and wincing when his head thudded against the stone column behind him. "Don't want this, Toshi." It wasn't a complete lie, he told himself when an unfamiliar yearning haunted him. He could find anything alluring and sexy, and might even desire it, but that didn't mean he was just going to give into the urge. He didn't do that sort of thing anymore. Okay, correction. He slipped once.. bloody once, with Ohtori while he was drunk, but he wasn't drunk now and he knew what was going on.
"Then you're lying to us both, luv." There was an odd note in his voice, a tender sorrow that had never haunted his words before. The knowledge of a wild thing that such moments are fleeting. The sadness of a hunter that mourns the death of his prey even as he sinks his teeth deeper.
A deft, long-fingered hand caressed the back of Ryou's head, cupping it gently to protect from further impact with the cold stone. Not that the gesture was innocent, the same fingers guiding him forward again until their lips brushed together tenderly. "Come run with me, little fox." He whispered softly. "This is not the place for wild things like us." The hand cradling Ryou's head urged him forward again, back into the deep drowning of a kiss.
The siren's call was louder, more pronounced and near deafening. It seeped into Ryou's soul, whispering and enticing the wildest parts of him to step outside the boundaries he imposed on himself. Inevitably his control slipped, fine threads shattering a fraction when teeth settled on his bottom lip, gently scraping and nibbling, before a demanding tongue delved into his mouth again. Ryou knew the heavy lethargy that threatened to drown him, valiantly fought against it, until a low whimper bled from his mouth and hands that had fought to push his captor away pulled him closer.
He didn't know what he was doing, guided by instinct alone. He opened, perversely enjoying the kiss that threatened to topple his walls with a swirling sweep of his tongue, quick sensual flicks that teased the dingo, even as his knee rose with deadly accuracy, honing in on the other's most sensitive area. In that moment he damned his old friend to hell, hated him for reminding him of forbidden things, those long since lost to Ryou and labeled as taboo, so that he felt only the slightest twinge of remorse for the sneaky attack.
A thrill of mingled satisfaction and desire shivered through him, green eyes incandescent as he sensed the kitsune's resolve wavering. He realized, in retrospect, that even then he hadn't trusted him. But the wisdom of suspicion was drowned out by the possibility that the dark haired fox had truly listened, and taken the words to heart.
The possibility shattered as a knee rammed viciously into his groin. Furious, he bit down on Ryou's tongue hard enough to draw blood, then let go of him, half staggering, half falling backward as his knees buckled. His vision bled red around the edges, but even all but incapacitated, he made certain he fell back on top of his messenger bag to keep little hands out of it. He grimaced in agony, eyes down to slits of jade as he licked Ryou's blood from the corner of his mouth.
A smug sense of pride filled the petite form that hummed with a feral need to stand and fight his ground. Even teetering on the edge of oblivion Ryou wouldn't give Satoshi the satisfaction of knowing how close he had been to breaking through his meticulously erected barriers, not when vicious teeth tore at his tongue and not when furious emerald eyes promised retribution. He stifled his cry of pain, teeth clamping down on the bruised flesh of his bottom lip and returned that glare with one of his own, turbulent and as untamed as any thunderstorm.
The sickeningly sweet taste of his blood teased him, filling his mouth and trickling from the corner of it. He didn't bother wiping away the evidence of the physical wound assaulting his tongue with pain that throbbed in time with his heart, however. A moment later softly hissed words flowed from the rosebud shape of his lips, a clear warning from fox to dingo. "Next time I'll rip it off, mate." Nobody but Ryou knew how badly his insides trembled with anxiety and fear, neither of which had a thing to do with actually holding a terror of Satoshi, but what the man could unleash, if Ryou fell victim to the song; a beseeching melody whispering within his blood. Then, a heartbeat later he skirted around his fallen comrade, fully intending to leave without the treasure stolen and hidden in the messenger bag still hidden from his reach.
Toshi hissed in reply, a wordless, harsh exhalation that communicated his feelings clearly. With an effort he forced himself to sit upright, shoving aside pain and discomfort as Ryou attempted to circle him. The threat brought a pained grin to his lips. "I look forward to it, luv." His voice was strained, but he managed to make his tone mocking. "Make sure you're ready for next time, Ree." A warning... and a promise.
Next time? Ryou's temper shot through the roof, growing hotter with the words. A spiteful retort rested on his sore tongue, already trembling and ready to fall, and it would have, if not for a group of girls exiting the library. Their voices intruded, squeals of dismay over the continued rain, and further complaints destroying the privacy in which he had to blast Satoshi with less than mannerly language. "There won't be a next time." He stated forcefully, changing tactics and offering the dingo a too sweet smile.
No, Ryou assured him as he stalked off into the rain. There wouldn't be a next time. He would make sure of it.
With a little grunt of pain, he set his back against the wall, watching Ryou stalk away. A hint of the grin he'd given the other man still played about his lips, and he lifted a hand to run it through unruly blonde hair. "Sorry luv," he said quietly, and laughed, the embers of predatory hunger still steadily burning in green eyes. "You don't know it yet... but I've already won."
Summary:: Satoshi and Ryou meet up at the library, and some inappropriate touching occurs. XD
Rating:: PG-ish, maybe.
Sometime on that cloudy, rainy Saturday afternoon, he became aware of a fact that suddenly made the day a bit sweeter. Sweeter, and far more interesting. The musty bones of the library were bestirred by a far more lively essence, and like a hunter with the scent of spring on the wind; he traced it to the source.
There he was, standing at the checkout counter, handing over his selections to the matron behind it. On silent feet, Satoshi padded a wide circle around his quarry, and then ducked out the front doors, anticipating the direction the prey would take.
A stone column rimed with moisture was his hiding place, and he waited only a few breathless moments before Ryou hurried past, jacket pulled tight against the rain. Toshi sped down the colonnade, waiting at the corner the slighter boy would pass before escaping the shadow of the library wing. The timing had to be precise, and he was in motion almost before he had time to think about it, pouncing on Ryou and snatching him back behind the row of columns.
"It's better in here, luv~" His eyes were dancing with mischief. "The eaves keep the rain off your head."
To say that Ryou was surprised by his second kidnapping at Satoshi's hands would have been an understatement. He was jerked out of his distracted reverie the minute hands closed around his arms, and then shoved rudely into a state of heightened alertness the very second he heard that voice. "I think," he snarled the exact moment his heart calmed and wasn't racing like a freight train. "I'd rather take my chances with the rain, mate." His arms were laden with his precious finds, all books that had nothing to do with accounting, but everything to do with works of art from various stages of history.
He didn't need this, Ryou thought with a heavy sigh. Satoshi was starting to border on the crazy stalker who was out to drive him insane line, and it made the raven-haired fox fidgety. Enough so that he pondered over the best way to extract himself from his current situation, and jetting his ass down to the closest police station to draw up a restraining order. Of course, he had his brother to thank for that brilliant idea, since it hadn't occurred to Ryou until the minute he spied the ones in one of his comments.
"Perhaps, but these are better off in the dry." Strong, deft hands took the volumes from Ryou's arms with reverent care, sliding his own messenger bag off his shoulder and tucking them inside before setting it carefully on dry stone. "I'll carry them for you." He grinned, but made no move to touch Ryou again, knowing that the other was unlikely to flee without reclaiming his books.
Ryou made a grab for the bag, giving his unwanted companion a sharp look. "I can carry my own books, Satoshi." He pointed out a little too harshly. He still couldn't pinpoint why this predator in human form threw him off balance, and right then with that grin meeting him, he didn't care. That grin did have a way of pissing him off, ruffling his fur the wrong way, and predictably he responded with an annoyed, standoffish stance.
The grin widened just a fraction. "No no, I insist." He swung the bag just out of Ryou's reach, and then slid the strap over his head again in a motion that was deceptively graceful, hiding the weight of the bag and the power necessary to heft it. "No need to be shy, I'll be happy to carry it for you. Not to mention keep these precious tomes out of the rain." He gave the strap a tug so that the bag settled into the small of his back, safely out of the reach of grabby hands.
"I could have sworn I just indicated that I didn't need your help, mate." Ryou stated, growing even more annoyed when the bag flowed gracefully out of his grasp only to fall across Satoshi's back.
"Indeed, and I rewarded your modesty with a selfless decision to help anyway." Toshi sketched a small, elegant bow. "Your gracious acceptance is truly touching."
"More like you're trying to get on my nerves." Ryou snapped. He was fully aware that his reception was less than gracious. Indeed, he intended it to be that way, but as usual Satoshi was either too thick to get the message, or trying to get beneath his skin.
Satoshi lifted his head, and piercing green eyes settled on Ryou, vibrantly intense. He took a step forward, and another. "I have my own agenda, yes." His voice dropped into its lower registers, rumbling between them like distant thunder. "Would you like to know what it is?"
Stormy eyes narrowed, as turbulent and wild as the seas of his homeland. There it was again, that hint of a predator in human guise, a fear-inducing factor that almost tempted the raven-haired fox to seek safety. However, he never was one for doing what was good for him, until it was far too late. "No, I don't believe I care to hear it." Ryou stated contrarily without a second thought.
A smile quite unlike any Satoshi had yet revealed curved his lips, primal and masculine. "I was hoping you'd say that, luv." He rested a hand on the stone column above Ryou's head. "Gives me an excuse, you see..." The motion that closed that last, little distance was swift, the lightning strike of a predator that had lulled his prey.
Their lips came together, the weight of Toshi's body nudging Ryou back into the column. A stifled gasp was his invitation, his tongue rushing into the unguarded depths of Ryou's mouth like the engulfing caress of flame on dry kindling. It was everywhere at once, stroking, teasing, caressing, making it clear that surrender was not an option, but promising that pliance held its rewards.
For a moment the world stopped turning, and all he could feel was the weight of that body pressing into his, the masterful stroke of a plundering tongue and the ruthlessness of pilfering lips. He wasn't aware of the soft gasp that bled from one mouth to another, one of surprise caught and silenced before it could swell into a full-blown snarl of rage.
Ryou stood docile, meek for a span of time while he adjusted to the new sensations assaulting his mind, lulling him to a state of near acceptance, until reality slowly returned bit by agonizing bit, reminding him of where he was and with whom. Satoshi, the wild dingo who took great joy in nipping at him, forever battering away at his shields, always trying to find the smallest kink to exploit.
And for what reason? The thought came before the rising of two hands, as they slid along the toned plane of stomach to chest, settling there as if to make their home. Yet, the moment his eyes focused and a clear light of coherency overrode the betraying bite of pleasure that whispered of tempests and the familiarity of the beast, they made their move. "Have you lost your fucking mind, mate?" he snarled bitingly, jerking away and greeting his skull with the hard coldness of the pillar blocking his escape, hands already shoving forcefully at the chest they rested on.
Toshi was in no hurry to open his eyes, his tongue dragging slowly across his lips to capture every hint of Ryou's sweet taste. Deep, drowning pools of emerald were slowly unveiled, blonde lashes catching the light like a rime of snow. "No." He was immovable, absorbing the insistent shove of Ryou's hands. "No, I don't think so."
"You do know this sort of thing has a name, right?" Ryou took a deep breath, fighting to calm the agitation being held prisoner brought with it. Why was it always like this with Satoshi? If it had been anyone else he would have been perfectly calm, in control, able to bitingly battle his way verbally into being released, yet he never seemed to keep his hold on that thread around this person. And it drove him crazy knowing it.
"Really?" His words were little more than a soft breath ghosting across Ryou's lips. "Because I don't think I could put words to this." Gently he nipped at the graceful curve of Ryou's upper lip, teeth tugging lightly on the full, pouting curve of the bottom one. Then he lingered, making of it a slow, sultry caress, as inviting as it was intoxicating.
Damn it, Ryou thought despairingly, trembling beneath the change from hungry invasion to lingering temptation. Satoshi tasted of the Outback, wild and free, with a hint of the sea whispering like a siren's call that lulled and bewitched. It was almost enough to do him in, but almost wasn't good enough when his emotions ran high and frantic with insecurity. "I," he spoke softly, again pulling away and wincing when his head thudded against the stone column behind him. "Don't want this, Toshi." It wasn't a complete lie, he told himself when an unfamiliar yearning haunted him. He could find anything alluring and sexy, and might even desire it, but that didn't mean he was just going to give into the urge. He didn't do that sort of thing anymore. Okay, correction. He slipped once.. bloody once, with Ohtori while he was drunk, but he wasn't drunk now and he knew what was going on.
"Then you're lying to us both, luv." There was an odd note in his voice, a tender sorrow that had never haunted his words before. The knowledge of a wild thing that such moments are fleeting. The sadness of a hunter that mourns the death of his prey even as he sinks his teeth deeper.
A deft, long-fingered hand caressed the back of Ryou's head, cupping it gently to protect from further impact with the cold stone. Not that the gesture was innocent, the same fingers guiding him forward again until their lips brushed together tenderly. "Come run with me, little fox." He whispered softly. "This is not the place for wild things like us." The hand cradling Ryou's head urged him forward again, back into the deep drowning of a kiss.
The siren's call was louder, more pronounced and near deafening. It seeped into Ryou's soul, whispering and enticing the wildest parts of him to step outside the boundaries he imposed on himself. Inevitably his control slipped, fine threads shattering a fraction when teeth settled on his bottom lip, gently scraping and nibbling, before a demanding tongue delved into his mouth again. Ryou knew the heavy lethargy that threatened to drown him, valiantly fought against it, until a low whimper bled from his mouth and hands that had fought to push his captor away pulled him closer.
He didn't know what he was doing, guided by instinct alone. He opened, perversely enjoying the kiss that threatened to topple his walls with a swirling sweep of his tongue, quick sensual flicks that teased the dingo, even as his knee rose with deadly accuracy, honing in on the other's most sensitive area. In that moment he damned his old friend to hell, hated him for reminding him of forbidden things, those long since lost to Ryou and labeled as taboo, so that he felt only the slightest twinge of remorse for the sneaky attack.
A thrill of mingled satisfaction and desire shivered through him, green eyes incandescent as he sensed the kitsune's resolve wavering. He realized, in retrospect, that even then he hadn't trusted him. But the wisdom of suspicion was drowned out by the possibility that the dark haired fox had truly listened, and taken the words to heart.
The possibility shattered as a knee rammed viciously into his groin. Furious, he bit down on Ryou's tongue hard enough to draw blood, then let go of him, half staggering, half falling backward as his knees buckled. His vision bled red around the edges, but even all but incapacitated, he made certain he fell back on top of his messenger bag to keep little hands out of it. He grimaced in agony, eyes down to slits of jade as he licked Ryou's blood from the corner of his mouth.
A smug sense of pride filled the petite form that hummed with a feral need to stand and fight his ground. Even teetering on the edge of oblivion Ryou wouldn't give Satoshi the satisfaction of knowing how close he had been to breaking through his meticulously erected barriers, not when vicious teeth tore at his tongue and not when furious emerald eyes promised retribution. He stifled his cry of pain, teeth clamping down on the bruised flesh of his bottom lip and returned that glare with one of his own, turbulent and as untamed as any thunderstorm.
The sickeningly sweet taste of his blood teased him, filling his mouth and trickling from the corner of it. He didn't bother wiping away the evidence of the physical wound assaulting his tongue with pain that throbbed in time with his heart, however. A moment later softly hissed words flowed from the rosebud shape of his lips, a clear warning from fox to dingo. "Next time I'll rip it off, mate." Nobody but Ryou knew how badly his insides trembled with anxiety and fear, neither of which had a thing to do with actually holding a terror of Satoshi, but what the man could unleash, if Ryou fell victim to the song; a beseeching melody whispering within his blood. Then, a heartbeat later he skirted around his fallen comrade, fully intending to leave without the treasure stolen and hidden in the messenger bag still hidden from his reach.
Toshi hissed in reply, a wordless, harsh exhalation that communicated his feelings clearly. With an effort he forced himself to sit upright, shoving aside pain and discomfort as Ryou attempted to circle him. The threat brought a pained grin to his lips. "I look forward to it, luv." His voice was strained, but he managed to make his tone mocking. "Make sure you're ready for next time, Ree." A warning... and a promise.
Next time? Ryou's temper shot through the roof, growing hotter with the words. A spiteful retort rested on his sore tongue, already trembling and ready to fall, and it would have, if not for a group of girls exiting the library. Their voices intruded, squeals of dismay over the continued rain, and further complaints destroying the privacy in which he had to blast Satoshi with less than mannerly language. "There won't be a next time." He stated forcefully, changing tactics and offering the dingo a too sweet smile.
No, Ryou assured him as he stalked off into the rain. There wouldn't be a next time. He would make sure of it.
With a little grunt of pain, he set his back against the wall, watching Ryou stalk away. A hint of the grin he'd given the other man still played about his lips, and he lifted a hand to run it through unruly blonde hair. "Sorry luv," he said quietly, and laughed, the embers of predatory hunger still steadily burning in green eyes. "You don't know it yet... but I've already won."