Red Against White [Oneshot, Tora/Ruki; Tora/Shou; Aoi/Ruki]
RED AGAINST WHITE
Written by
snowinwhite (aka
tongy_bear )
There was a strange feeling in Tora’s heart when he went to visit his friend Aoi; Aoi’s lover Ruki was at home that evening.
Like any other man, Tora was mesmerized at first sight, smitten by the alluring features of the shorter male. He watched him as his hips swayed from side to side, resisting the urge to lick his lips wet when he tilted his head back to smile coyly at the two of them. For a while he stood there, unsure of what to do, suddenly wishing he had brought his partner over.
Oh yes, he immediately regretted leaving Shou at home.
Aoi coughed, and Tora snapped out of his daze, blinking quickly in embarrassment at having been caught staring at his long-time companion’s paramour by said long-time companion himself. Clearing his throat, he took off his shoes, before following him in. The interior was modern, passionate- all around him were red-washed walls, and the only sources of light came from no candle, but curvaceous lava lamps.
Then Ruki returned, now dressed in lustrous red, his lips pursed into an enticing smile, silver-grey eyes flickering from one man to another, from beau to guest. There was another cough, and instantly Aoi was by his side, linking their arms together, as if sending silent warnings to Tora; he was not to touch him, Ruki was Aoi’s so long as he lived under the same roof.
As they talked, Tora noticed something quite intriguing- Ruki was the direct antipode of Shou. Passionate and fiery and in red, he could as well sparkle with life, unlike quiet Shou, demure Shou whose laughter faded away too soon and wore the boring hue of white. During their debates, Ruki was stubborn on his side of the argument; he did not hesitate for even a second when it came to voicing his opinions against the other two. From that Tora was reminded of Shou again- reserved as ever; not once did he disagree with anything Tora said, not once did he defy anything Tora wanted, while Ruki was brave enough to tell Aoi: “Go get it yourself.”
After dinner they made way for the couch, Ruki taking in a few minutes to prepare dessert. The two friends sat in silence, one growing suspicious feelings, the other resisting a very tempting hard on. When Ruki came back, he sat not on the velvet softness of the couch, but instead descended on Aoi’s lap, the older man’s arms swiftly wrapping around the shorter male’s petite body. Tora watched in sheer jealousy- since when had Shou done that to him? He continued to observe the lively couple before him, once again comparing everything he saw in Ruki to everything he knew of Shou.
Whilst Ruki’s whispers were playful teases, Shou’s were gentle and lacked the frivolous nips and pecks that seemed to be part of Ruki’s everyday actions. Shou would barely purr just for Tora’s pleasure, yet Ruki was, in a way, a natural-born feline himself. And although Shou did once confess about secretly kissing Tora at an hour that would have him fast asleep, the most he ever did before a guest’s eyes would be holding his hand loosely in front of Saga, an act that was for only one reason- Saga was a close friend and it didn’t bother Shou to act just a little less reserved than usual with him around.
But that was it- Shou was his lover. Had Tora been any other man in the world, he would have been smitten by Ruki’s sexual motives by then. But he was not any other man. He was Tora, he was Shou’s and- this he knew as soon as Shou agreed to let him move in- Shou’s was no doubt his, obeying his commands without a second’s wait of hesitation. And Tora was by no means an abusive husband; never once did he beat his demure wife when anger called for something, anything, never once did he not repay the undying compliance given to him heart and whole, never once did he ever grow impatient when his desires took too long to satisfy. Yes, he was, in the end, an ideal partner, albeit one with a love who seemed too innocent, too conservative for his tastes- but no, Tora, he- he liked Shou the way he was now.
And Shou was waiting for him.
With a frantic bow, Tora rushed out, running away from Ruki’s serpentine eyes before the temptation became too much. He ran and ran and ran, images of Shou, Shou, Shou flashing in his mind, guilt frosting his heart into a cold icy thing; he should have stayed home, he should have stayed home! He should have stayed home with his beloved, he should have stayed home to wait until after supper for Shou to allow his arms around his body, a graceful silhouette of elegance and purity, purity that was never under- nor had it ever been above- Ruki’s skin.
He burst in their house, panting heavily, head turning right to left, eyes searching wildly for the only other inhabitant. He wanted to cry out his name, but he couldn’t; his throat was drier than the Sahara, but he couldn’t give a damn about getting some water. Shou, where is he? Where is he? He sprinted across the living room, crashing into the caramel-coloured coffee table and all the other furniture; the only thing on his mind was Shou, only Shou and nothing else-
“Tora!”
He stopped. Slowly, and a little unsurely, his head turned, and almost immediately he let out a sigh, arms reaching out to hug the younger male. His lips trembled slightly as he parted them to say something, anything- only to pause mid-way upon the fingers of the quiet whiteness. They reached down to his wrist, and before he knew it his hand was pressed against the other’s stomach, a tender smile painted across Shou’s face.
In the end, a piece of white cloth would remain the same, while a red-dyed dress begins to lose its colour.
Written by
snowinwhite (aka
tongy_bear )
There was a strange feeling in Tora’s heart when he went to visit his friend Aoi; Aoi’s lover Ruki was at home that evening.
Like any other man, Tora was mesmerized at first sight, smitten by the alluring features of the shorter male. He watched him as his hips swayed from side to side, resisting the urge to lick his lips wet when he tilted his head back to smile coyly at the two of them. For a while he stood there, unsure of what to do, suddenly wishing he had brought his partner over.
Oh yes, he immediately regretted leaving Shou at home.
Aoi coughed, and Tora snapped out of his daze, blinking quickly in embarrassment at having been caught staring at his long-time companion’s paramour by said long-time companion himself. Clearing his throat, he took off his shoes, before following him in. The interior was modern, passionate- all around him were red-washed walls, and the only sources of light came from no candle, but curvaceous lava lamps.
Then Ruki returned, now dressed in lustrous red, his lips pursed into an enticing smile, silver-grey eyes flickering from one man to another, from beau to guest. There was another cough, and instantly Aoi was by his side, linking their arms together, as if sending silent warnings to Tora; he was not to touch him, Ruki was Aoi’s so long as he lived under the same roof.
As they talked, Tora noticed something quite intriguing- Ruki was the direct antipode of Shou. Passionate and fiery and in red, he could as well sparkle with life, unlike quiet Shou, demure Shou whose laughter faded away too soon and wore the boring hue of white. During their debates, Ruki was stubborn on his side of the argument; he did not hesitate for even a second when it came to voicing his opinions against the other two. From that Tora was reminded of Shou again- reserved as ever; not once did he disagree with anything Tora said, not once did he defy anything Tora wanted, while Ruki was brave enough to tell Aoi: “Go get it yourself.”
After dinner they made way for the couch, Ruki taking in a few minutes to prepare dessert. The two friends sat in silence, one growing suspicious feelings, the other resisting a very tempting hard on. When Ruki came back, he sat not on the velvet softness of the couch, but instead descended on Aoi’s lap, the older man’s arms swiftly wrapping around the shorter male’s petite body. Tora watched in sheer jealousy- since when had Shou done that to him? He continued to observe the lively couple before him, once again comparing everything he saw in Ruki to everything he knew of Shou.
Whilst Ruki’s whispers were playful teases, Shou’s were gentle and lacked the frivolous nips and pecks that seemed to be part of Ruki’s everyday actions. Shou would barely purr just for Tora’s pleasure, yet Ruki was, in a way, a natural-born feline himself. And although Shou did once confess about secretly kissing Tora at an hour that would have him fast asleep, the most he ever did before a guest’s eyes would be holding his hand loosely in front of Saga, an act that was for only one reason- Saga was a close friend and it didn’t bother Shou to act just a little less reserved than usual with him around.
But that was it- Shou was his lover. Had Tora been any other man in the world, he would have been smitten by Ruki’s sexual motives by then. But he was not any other man. He was Tora, he was Shou’s and- this he knew as soon as Shou agreed to let him move in- Shou’s was no doubt his, obeying his commands without a second’s wait of hesitation. And Tora was by no means an abusive husband; never once did he beat his demure wife when anger called for something, anything, never once did he not repay the undying compliance given to him heart and whole, never once did he ever grow impatient when his desires took too long to satisfy. Yes, he was, in the end, an ideal partner, albeit one with a love who seemed too innocent, too conservative for his tastes- but no, Tora, he- he liked Shou the way he was now.
And Shou was waiting for him.
With a frantic bow, Tora rushed out, running away from Ruki’s serpentine eyes before the temptation became too much. He ran and ran and ran, images of Shou, Shou, Shou flashing in his mind, guilt frosting his heart into a cold icy thing; he should have stayed home, he should have stayed home! He should have stayed home with his beloved, he should have stayed home to wait until after supper for Shou to allow his arms around his body, a graceful silhouette of elegance and purity, purity that was never under- nor had it ever been above- Ruki’s skin.
He burst in their house, panting heavily, head turning right to left, eyes searching wildly for the only other inhabitant. He wanted to cry out his name, but he couldn’t; his throat was drier than the Sahara, but he couldn’t give a damn about getting some water. Shou, where is he? Where is he? He sprinted across the living room, crashing into the caramel-coloured coffee table and all the other furniture; the only thing on his mind was Shou, only Shou and nothing else-
“Tora!”
He stopped. Slowly, and a little unsurely, his head turned, and almost immediately he let out a sigh, arms reaching out to hug the younger male. His lips trembled slightly as he parted them to say something, anything- only to pause mid-way upon the fingers of the quiet whiteness. They reached down to his wrist, and before he knew it his hand was pressed against the other’s stomach, a tender smile painted across Shou’s face.
In the end, a piece of white cloth would remain the same, while a red-dyed dress begins to lose its colour.