Made of Scars - Chapter 10 *FINALLY!! WHOOT!*
Title: Made of Scars
Authors: xme_chanx and Shirito_Ano
Chapter: 10 A /10 + prologue
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Pairing: Tora x Saga
Genre: romance, angst, true setting
Warnings: the usual.
Disclaimer: seriously, they are people, who owns people? do you own people?? slavery was outlawed, but if it wasnt...we'd have us some pretty asian boys! :D
Summary: In life we collect many cuts, some are deeper than most and can leave scars, but its not until we can rise above and move on with our lives that we are truly healed.
A/N: From Shirito - san: I'm splitting this chapter into 2 parts A and B because, as I was very much hoping to have this finished completely and posted tonight, I'm afraid my body and mind began giving out on me at the late hour and other distractions arose, so I decided to post what I had for tonight, because I didnt want to continue pushing myself and have my writing get sloppy. I'll push myself more tomorrow to have part B finished.
Chapter 10
( in Third Person )
Tora starts to hesitate as he watches his second chance slip through the double doors of the building. No, he wasn't going to just stand there like he did last time as Saga goes home alone again to be miserable or hate him.
He makes a quick descision to leave his equipment there and asks Nao if he can have it stored safely for him, breaking into a run for the door after Nao assures him it will be taken care of. As Tora slips out the door he catches a glimpse of the others smiling as he retreats.
The cold rush of air immediately bites at the guitarist's exposed skin, but he ignores it this time, his discomfort wasnt going to ruin this. Tora could see the little puffs of his breath desolving into the grey afternoon as he looks one way then the other finally noticing a small figure that he recognizes as Saga slowly walking, his head bowed, hand clutching the strap on his bass bag, taking the short cut through the park.
Tora breaks into a run again, determined not to let him get away this time. Saga rounds a corner as the path bends around the trees and for a moment he is out of site, Tora can almost feel himself panic and then he shouts the bassist's name, hoping he will stop and not run instead.
As he takes the corner, he lets the breath he had been holding out. Saga has stopped, completely stoic, his back unturned and Tora subconsciously holds his breath once more. Finally Saga slowly turns to his guitarist, head still slightly bowed his eyes flicker up to his pale face and some how in that moment Tora has never seen him look more beautiful, oxygen fills his lungs again in a quiet gasp. Cautiously Tora takes another step toward him, close enough now that he can speak without having outsiders hear. Saga looks a little unsure as the other takes away the distance between them, the hand holding the bag strap tightens just ever so slightly.
" Saga, I need to say something, so please dont run off again." Tora almost pleads, but tries his best for it to not sound to desperate.
Saga shifts his weight a little before he raises his head a bit to look at his guitarist better.
"What is it Tora-san?"
Tora winces slightly because he has reverted back to using more formal speech.
" Its about the other night at your apartment.." Tora is cut off by a almost frantic start from Saga.
" Look, about that, Im really sorry!.." The bassist is cut off as well before he can go into another rant.
" Stop, please, just listen to me, I dont want you to apologize for anything! What I do want you to do though is tell me the truth, did you really mean what you said to me when you were...intoxicated?"
Saga's cheeks were already turning a pretty shade of pink as it was from the cold, but Tora cold still tell when more blood flowed into them from the embarrassment he felt. The wind picks up tossing around the blonde's bangs making him try to brush them out of his eyes, he sighs heavily.
"...hai...its absurd I know, but I feel as though...I really do..." his head starts to hang a little lower again.
" I'm sorry, I dont want to ruin things, for us, for the band.." Saga's eyes look back up at his companion, and theres something immensely deep and powerful in them almost like desperation.
Tora crosses that line, the line of comfort they had drawn between them as they stood there. He brings Saga's needless apologies to a hault as he slids his slightly roughened finger tips over his companion's reddening lips letting them trail down to his chin before his hand falls back to his side not wanting to over power the other's senses at the moment.
" Tora..." as the guitarist's name slips from Saga's lips a single delicate snow flake floats down to rest itself on his golden strands followed then by another and then another until they were incase in a white world.
" Saga, I want you to know that the only reason I pulled away from you that night, was because I couldnt be sure, I know you can understand that given the situation. But I wish you could have known just how hard it was for me to do that, and how much I wanted to tell you that .... I also love you."
Tora could feel his own cheeks heat up now, which was a strange contrast to the iciness on them. There I said it, please believe me, I just want all this miserableness to be over, for things to get back to normal, maybe even better than normal.
Saga remained stoic, unable to respond because of the mixed feelings of iciness and then burning hot racing through his veins, he didnt know whether he should begin laughing, cry or if he should ask him to repeat himself, just in case he misheard or conceived those words in his own mind.
He was still unsure, but as he forced himself to lift his eyes to the other man's, when he stared back at him in pure adoration as the crisp white snow flakes fell softly into his stark black hair making a beautiful contrast, Saga's breath caught in his throat and his heart felt like it was being beaten in, he had to do something, he would put an end to this disastrous misunderstanding.
Saga claimed the last few steps between him and Tora his eyes never leaving the taller man's. As calmly and steadily as he could muster Saga lifted his hand and ran his finger tips along the soft pale skin of Tora's cheek then on until they slide through the thick silk of his raven hair.
Tora's eyes searched Saga's, every nerve in his body feeling like it was about to snap, as the bassist leaned in slowly his eyes ever holding his right up until they began to slip closed. He couldn't breath, just for that one moment as Saga's lips barely brushed over his, testing, tasting, silently asking for permission. Finally Saga pressed in, their mouths making full contact, both soft and warm despite the weather they moved against each other both tentative. Tora couldn't restrain a moan from welling within in his chest, as the weight of months of tension was finally lifted.
Saga drew back when he felt the vibration on his lips, and he knew that they couldn't stand out here in this cold, ...in public any longer.
"What do you say, we get out of this cold and get warmed up?" The bassist smiled the faintest hint of a smirk playing on his lips as he tugged at Tora's coat.
" I'd say, that's one of the best ideas I've heard all day." Tora smiled back as he took Saga's hand and began to lead him in the direction of his apartment.
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The door clicked quietly shut behind him as Saga stepped into Tora's apartment, it had been kept cozily warm in there all day, and the bassist could feel his frozen skin tingle back into life. Saga slipped his coat off quickly then turned to hang it on the rack by the door watching Tora's back as he began to shrug out of his own coat. Tora tensed momentarily when Saga's hands grabbed his coat and drug it the rest of the way off his arms, tossing it toward the coat rack but to no avail.
The bassist ignored the fallen article of clothing as he took Tora by the shoulder and turned him to face him, his eyes locking onto the older man's hungrily before he pressed on his chest pinning him up against the closed door.
Tora felt his breath catch as he was shoved against his door, his companion's body quickly covering his, the chill he had once felt crawl over his skin was quickly melting into a pool of heat that spread through his body. Saga's lips caught his in a much less tentative kiss than the last, he suppose that now that the numbness had worn off it would be hard for either of them to hold back at this point.
Tora found that the buttons on his shirt were being quickly undone, by very skillful hands, and a most generous mouth had worked its way to his jaw line kissing along the sharp bone.
The guitarist nearly purred as his shirt fell open and Saga's nimble fingers began needing at his chest in a very relaxing yet stimulating way. The bassist pulled back from where he was nibbling softly on his ear and looked Tora in the eye once more.
" I don't know if Im seeming a little bit fast or forward about this, but correct me if I'm wrong when I say I think you've been wanting this too."
Tora nodded his head, and barely managed a "Hai" before his reflexes grabbed onto the back of Saga's head and crushed their lips together. Saga's mouth tasted fresh and clean, he imagined it was a large contrast to his own, that he was pretty sure would taste like cigarette smoke, but thankful his companion didn't seem to mind.
The guitarist's shirt slipped the rest of the way off his arms as he dropped them to grab ahold of the hem of Saga's t-shirt, his hands brushing along the taunt skin of his stomach quickly before he pulled the shirt up over the blonde's head. Saga gasped and shuttered a little from Tora's touch that hadn't yet warmed up like the rest of his body.
Tora smirked at Saga, his hands sliding easily into the back of the other man's jeans as he grasped his ass causing another sharp gasp from the bassist.
" Cold? Don't worry the more warm skin I touch the quicker my hands will warm up." Tora's hands did begin feeling much warmer just within a few seconds.
" You bastard! Then warm them on your own skin." Saga half hearted pretended to try to take Tora's hand out of his pants, with no luck.
" But that wouldn't be near as fun." Tora smirked back, pulling Saga too him by his ass, so he could press kisses along the hot expanse of his neck.
Saga moaned contently as he tilted his head instinctively to allow for better access.
Tora's, now very warm, hands kneeded gently at Saga's ass before they slipped around to the front and began working the button open and running the zipper down the fly with little trouble.
Continued in Part B...
*dont kill me*