Déjà vu - Chapter 10/11 [The Gazette - Reita/Ruki]
Title: Déjà vu
Author: shir0ukun
Rating: NC17 (in this chapter)
Genre: AU | Romance | Fluff | Angst | Slight Humour | Science Fiction | Drama
Chapter: [10/11]
Warnings: MxM sex | Witch Hunts | Time Travelling
Band[s]: The GazettE
Pairing[s]: Reita/Ruki (Akira/Takanori)
Synopsis: Akira is a historian who has spent much of his life unraveling the many dark histories of Great Britain. The dirty secrets of the past have tainted his soul, and just as his senses are to become completely numbed, he sets sight upon a beautiful inventor that keeps appearing in his dreams. Things get a little more complicated when this stranger he falls in love with turns out to have died- no less than three centuries ago.
Comments: So after 9 long chapters, we finally have some action. :D Enjoy, but beware the angst! Chapter 11 and the Epilogue’ll be coming up soon, but in the meantime, HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DEAREST REITA-KUN! (= I’m sorry I wasn’t able to keep my promise of posting the last chapter today, but I’ll try harder next year! :D
Previous Chapters:
[Chapter 9]
[Chapter 8]
[Chapter 7]
[Chapter 6]
[Chapter 5]
[Chapter 4]
[Chapter 3]
[Chapter 2]
[Chapter 1]
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Chapter 9: Departure
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Takanori’s POV
“Let’s make love.”
You stared at me in disbelief.
“Are… are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Yes,” I closed my eyes and heaved a sigh, pulling you closer, feeling your warmth. I know you’d never hurt me, Akira; but deep down, I wished you would. When you kiss me, I want it to be rough. When you enter me, I want it to be painful. It was the only way to scorch you into my memory- I want to imprint the pain you left me into my very marrow.
When you didn’t move, I initiated the first step. I move closer until we kissed, moving my lips slowly against yours. You licked along my lower lip, nibbling and sucking on the flesh until it started to sting. You wrapped your arms around my torso and brought our chests closer. I granted entrance when you nudged between my lips, the kiss now evolving into a battle for dominance. My tongue roamed over your cavern as did yours, mine. The deeper you explored, the rougher I got, putting my all into simply kissing you. My mind was getting fogged up from the pleasure and confusion- all I knew was to remember everything you did. First on the list was the passionate kiss we always shared. We pulled apart finally to gasp for air. My lips were trembling as yours hovered closely over mine. You loved me, I can see it in your eyes. You want me, your lustful gaze says it all.
“Akira…” Your name left my lips in the form of a soft whisper. It sounded so smooth, so complete, I knew I was meant to be the one to call your name. You said nothing, but the acknowledgement in your eyes told me you understood. I was frustrated- I needed the sex. With an arm beneath my knees and another around my shoulder, you lifted me with ease, and led us up all the way to the bedroom. You shut the door behind and proceeded to blow out the flickering flame of the candle- I stopped you.
“Don’t,” I breathed, “I want to see you.”
I want to see your face when we’re making love. I want to see your face when it contorts into one that speaks of absolute pleasure. I want to see your face, Akira, if it’s the last memory you’ll ever leave me.
Like the dear you are, you asked no more and sunk a knee into our bed. Straddling my hips in no moment, your lips reclaimed mine as your fingertips found the hem of my shirt. Slowly, and uncertainly, you slid my shirt over my chest and removed it when we pulled away. Your eyes roamed over my naked torso, fingers dancing over my skin and feeling my warmth under yours. You stripped under my lustful gaze, my eyes drifting over your abdomen as you did so. When they came into contact with your fully exposed length, I swallowed thickly in an attempt to will away the nervousness. It was the first time I was having sex with a man.
Wait. Who am I kidding?
Your hands found their way to the hem of my pants and started to pull them off. I placed an arm over my eyes to hide my embarrassment, and you slowed down to whisper assuring words into my ears.
“Relax, baby… I’ll stop if you want me to…”
It was you I was making love to- what was there to be afraid of?
Shaking my head, I asked you to continue. And that, you did, pulling my pants off before discarding them carelessly on the floor. You came up to kiss me again, and now that we were naked, chest to chest, I could feel your body heat. Your temperature seemed to rise a degree or two above mine, claiming my body in warmth. I hugged you closer. This was Akira’s warmth.
When we finally pulled away, our lengths were already rock hard. Still, you insisted on preparing me. I turned around- you didn’t understand how badly I want it to hurt.
All my thoughts- if there were still any at all, dissipated into thin air as soon as I felt something wet pressed against my entrance. Your tongue pushed through the tight ring of muscles slowly, flexing a little inside just to lube me up. You gave me some time to get used to the sensation, and I made full use of it. When I was ready, I shifted my hips before you pulled out. As your index entered me, I quivered on my knees, unaccustomed to the foreign feeling in my abdomen. Pushing in slowly before pulling out again, you flexed your finger until I was comfortable enough. Then, you inserted a second and third finger, this time, eliciting a loud hiss from me. I rested my forehead against the bed and grasped the sheets in discomfort as you wriggled and scissored your fingers within me. It took some time for you to stretch me, but you were patient.
When I was ready, I nudged back on your fingers. You turned me around until I was back on my back, spreading my legs apart.
“You ready?” You positioned your length at my entrance, lubed up by a mixture of saliva and precum. I nodded in acknowledgement, and you started to move in slowly.
You were incredibly gentle, but it still hurt. I bit my lips when you were finally buried to the hilt, allowing me to adjust to the sensation of being filled. When I opened my eyes, your face was flushed and your breathing ragged. You were so beautiful above me, waiting ever so patiently in order not to make it painful for me.
“Are you alright?”
I nodded, forcing a smile. It was a sad one.
“Yes. You can move now.”
You obliged, but slowly at first. You pushed in slowly than pulled out, repeating the action again and again until we built up a slow rhythm. You thrusted in different angles until it hit a spot within me that made me arch my back in pleasure, adapting to hit the same spot with every thrust. Gradually, I’d buck my hips as you thrusted, until I feel an odd sensation of euphoria washing over me. My stomach started clenching and I bucked my hips more often as you increased your pace. As we neared our ends, I hugged you closer, to hear your moans, to feel your pleasure.
When it was over, you pulled out and collapsed beside me. We were both exhausted by then, but you pulled me closer into your embrace.
It’s over…
I chanted to myself. With every second that passed, we were closer to separation. With every breath we took, we were closer to goodbye. I didn’t want that to happen- I wanted to make time stop.
“Akira…” You were fast asleep, and I was left to myself in the loneliness without you, “Akira…”
I broke into uncontrollable sobs. I cradled your cheek within my hand as tears streamed down my face. It was the last time I would be touching your face- and the last time I would be calling your name. I wanted you to wake up, to answer me- but I couldn’t, not under your knowledge. My lips trembled as I laid my last kiss on you.
Akira…
By the time Takanori reached the river bank with Akira on his bank, Kouyou was already there. Beside him stood a large device that was enough to fit at least two people. Takanori recognized it as the improved version of the time travelling mechanism- it seemed Kouyou had really spent a great amount of effort in modifying his invention.
“You’re here!” He beamed, a sight Takanori wasn’t overly fond of, “Hows’ he?”
“He fell asleep, so I didn’t see the need to drug him.” Takanori hesitated for a moment before handing his unconscious lover to the honey blonde. As if in fear he would wake up, Kouyou wasted no time in placing Akira in the device and fastening him down with the leather straps.
Takanori was numb. He was staring at Akira for the last time in his life. The memories they had spent together replayed in his mind, but they no longer mattered. Akira was leaving him- for good. It wasn’t that he was emotionless. Quite the opposite, he’d felt so much pain that his senses had gone completely numb. The sadness that plagued him was now gone, replaced by emptiness. He wondered about his lover’s reaction when he wakes up in the future. Akira would probably be pissed at him- he should be.
The small blonde chuckled.
If it was going to be this way, then, let it be.
“Kouyou,” The honey blonde turned, “Can you do me a favour?”
“Sure.”
“When Akira gets back… take good care of him.”
Kouyou smiled.
“I will. And thank you, Takanori.”
The honey blonde himself stepped into the device and latched the transparent door over their bodies. Takanori’s eyes were anchored on Akira’s body while Kouyou keyed in the instructions.
No… don’t, Akira… don’t leave me…
He was screaming inside, yet there was nothing he could speak. His heart was breaking inside, yet there was nothing he could do. Kouyou finished keying in the instructions, and the scene before him started to blur. Takanori panicked.
“No! Akira!” He screamed, but the time travelers can no longer hear him. A glaring beam of light fanned out before him, and in the next instant, the device was gone. Akira was gone.
The tides washed over the bank with ease as the river made its way towards the sea. The heavy gushing of water sounded deafening in the silent night, with the solemn accompaniment of whispering trees and the occasional gusts of winds. A young man stood alone by the river, staring blankly into the dark of the night. His soft locks drifted mid-air as the winds blew, and with a shiver, he wrapped his hole-punctured coat tighter around his body.
His face was devoid of any emotions, but beneath this calm composure, he was screaming. Gingerly, he placed a hand over his left chest, grasping the thin material of his coat within his fingers. This pulse he was feeling now, felt like it was losing its purpose to continue beating. This bleeding heart he was feeling, was experiencing pain so excruciating, he wanted to dig it out of his small frame. He’d never expected the anguish to hit so soon, but now, he was suffocating from the overwhelming sensation of loss.
Tears welled up in his eyes, but he stopped them before they could trickle down his cheeks. He cleared his throat and wiped the wetness away with the back of his hand, refusing to break his promise. Dawn was arriving soon, and he had to reach the clearing before anyone else awoke.
With weak steps and a teary vision, Takanori made his way across the grassy bank, stepping over the patch of pressed flower bed where the machine had been just minutes ago.