[fic] Castles in the Sky -- Stage I {5/5}
Title: Castles in the Sky -- Stage I {5/5}
Pairing: ryokame
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Summary: lord!kame x servant/butler!ryo. They could never be allowed to be with each other, but, for some reason, they just couldn't stop.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
--- 5 ----
Days passed slowly; Lord and Lady Kamenashi were expected to be gone for another week or so, so not only did Ryo have to put up with Kazuya’s brother’s attendant, who was about as idiotic and unrightfully arrogant as they came, but he also had to try to keep his cool and his control around Kazuya, who, he realized with each day, was distancing himself from Ryo.
And it scared Ryo. It scared him even more than when Kazuya had been taken. At least then, he had still had that connection with Kazuya, that infallible connection; but now, as Kazuya tried to break it so as not to ‘trouble’ him, Ryo was scared that he would one day succeed.
The Akanishi and Yamashita heirs came to visit one day, after hearing about what had happened to Kazuya.
“You are okay right?” Tomohisa asked with concern, “I mean, you’re alive at least, but how are your injuries?”
“My ribs are still healing,” Kazuya said with a bit of a shrug, “The bruises are fading, so almost back to normal, I suppose.”
Jin, however, peered at Kazuya, “There’s something different though,” he said as he continued to stare at Kazuya. When he realized what it was though, he opened his mouth, only to get nudged by Tomohisa who sent him a warning look.
Apparently Tomohisa had noticed it as well.
“But Kazuya is -”
“Jin!”
“But he looks stressed and like he’s lost weight and looks like he hasn't been sleeping!” Jin blurted out.
The room had frozen at that, and Tomohisa smacked a hand to his forehead, “Jin…”
Luckily, the tension in the room was cut off by the sound of something pushing against the door. Ryo blinked, and then went to open it, avoiding Kazuya’s eyes that were suddenly trained on him.
“Nii-sama’s!” Kazuya’s little brother announced when he saw Ryo. The child seemed to have gotten a bit out of his little shell over the time he had spent here, beaming every time he saw Kazuya or Ryo, and crying whenever he had to go back with his attendant. And the child, annoyingly cutely enough, had taken to calling Ryo ‘nii-sama’s’ as though that was an actual name.
“Nii-sama!”
Jin and Tomohisa immediately beamed at the child, as the toddler went over to Kazuya, “Nii-sama!” he called with a huge smile that was reserved only for the big brother he had grown attached to lately.
“Can you say ‘Jin’?” the older man asked with a grin, “’Jin’? Come on, ‘Jin’?”
The toddler blinked at him.
“Oh come on, saying Tomo is way easier!” Tomohisa protested, nudging Jin out of the way, “Tomo,” he encouraged, “Tomo.”
“It is so not easier!” Jin protested.
The child tilted his head and looked lost for a moment, and then he spotted Ryo and pointed with a beaming smile, “Nii-sama’s!”
Jin and Tomohisa, who had obviously missed it the first time, blinked and then stared at the child. Then, they promptly burst out laughing.
“’Nii-sama’s’?” Jin asked, chuckling.
Tomohisa pointed to Ryo, “’Nii-sama’s’?” he asked the child.
The child nodded vigorously, “Nii-sama’s!”
The two taller men both grinned, “Well, he’s got it right at that; smart kid,” Jin commented.
“Definitely.” Tomohisa laughed, “Ryo is definitely Kazuya’s.”
“Yeah, even when we turned thirteen and were supposed to give up our attendants, Kazuya just refused to. Your father was so annoyed that year,” Jin recalled.
Kazuya finally spoke up, “Well, maybe I should start that then.” He said with a cool voice. Ryo didn’t look at Kazuya; he couldn’t.
“Nah, that would break your heart,” Jin said with a knowing voice.
This time, Ryo was determined not to look at Kazuya. The thought that he knew was crossing Kazuya’s mind crossed his as well.
But it’s already broken, isn’t it, Ryo?
“Not to mention Ryo’s heart,” Tomohisa added, unaware of the tension between the two.
Kazuya paused at that, before taking the storybook handed to him by his little brother, who was oblivious and still shouting things like “Nii-sama” and “Nii-sama’s”.
“Oh, not this again!” Jin suddenly groaned, “You’re poisoning your little brother’s mind with this story too?”
It was the same story that Ryo had always read to Kazuya. Kazuya shot Jin a scathing look as he read to the child, who, since he had probably escaped during his naptime to find them, quickly drifted off into sleep. As he did though, Ryo didn’t miss the one, fleeting look Kazuya sent him before looking away.
Would your heart really break?
* * *
A few nights later, Ryo woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling; it was a feeling that something was not right and he quickly wandered to the connecting room to check on Kazuya. That feeling of something not being right only grew when he saw the empty bed and the covers strewn messily onto the floor. He forced himself to calm down, reasoning that maybe Kazuya had simply been unable to sleep and had gone to get something to drink…or something.
He looked in the kitchen first, and found nothing but silence, and his worry grew.
Soon, however, he ventured into the section of the house that was opposite from where the bedrooms were located and he wandered there; there was no place left to look, but why would Kazuya come to this part of the house? There was nothing here that would generally hold Kazuya’s interest. Most rooms were empty as well.
Ryo stopped outside a door that he was sure was one of those empty rooms, frowning; he could hear something inside the room and he was pretty sure it was Kazuya. Who else could it be at this time of the night? He quietly pushed the door open.
His jaw dropped a little and his eyes narrowed when he saw Kazuya.
The younger man seemed to have taken it upon himself to do something insane, because here he was, in the middle of the night, using this bare room as a practice room as he attacked one of those wooden structures that were meant to hone strength, skill and precision with physical attacks. He had probably taken it from the training room. He was panting, and sweating, and Ryo could see that he had been going at this for a long time, perhaps even right after Ryo had retired to sleep.
Ryo watched as Kazuya bent over, gasping, holding his bandaged ribs as he did. There was a fierce determination in the younger man’s stance and he was so out of it that he hadn’t even noticed Ryo entering the room. The raspy, quick, breaths filled the room, and after a moment, he got up, ready to have a go at the structure again; he kicked and punched and it was like there was a crazy sort of desperation in him. There was also a look of intense pain in his eyes and Ryo knew how much those ribs must be hurting if Kazuya had stopped in his desperate determination earlier. He moved forward quickly and caught one of the punches in his fist, not caring that it hurt, catching a punch in the air, and staring determinedly at Kazuya until the younger man seemed to acknowledge that he hadn’t hit the usual wooden target.
“What are you doing?” Ryo asked when he saw that Kazuya had come to his senses.
Kazuya looked away, touching his ribs as he struggled to regain his breath. Ryo sighed and sat him down, a hand going over the bandages on Kazuya’s ribs, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked again, voice hard, “Your ribs are still healing and this isn’t making it any easier for them to heal.”
“I…need to get stronger,” Kazuya retorted defiantly, “That’s…that’s the only way I’ll get to be seen as a real person by anyone,” he hissed when Ryo touched a particularly painful spot, “I can’t be weak; I have to be strong, stronger than my father; then I’ll no longer be a target and people will recognize that I’m not a copy of my father, but a real person.” He said with such ferocity that Ryo was taken back.
“You are a real person,” Ryo argued, even as his control told him to shut up, “You don’t have to do this!”
“Yes I do!” Kazuya nearly snarled as he turned to look at Ryo, “I’m going to prove to you that I’m not some weak doll that can break; I’m not just my father’s heir; I’m my own person Ryo! I can do this, I can get stronger, and I’ll prove it to you!” he struggled to stand, pushing himself up off the ground with his hand.
And once again, Ryo wanted to scream. He wanted to scream that he didn’t see Kazuya as anything but himself, and for once, his control let him talk, “I see you as your own person!” he snapped.
“No, you don’t! You know, all this time, I had thought that you did, because you were so careful with me, and I thought it was because you cared, but you don’t really do you? You see my as my father’s son, not my own person. If you did see me as my own person, you…” he shook his head, “I always thought that as long as I had you, it wouldn’t matter what the rest of the world thought as long as you saw me for me, but…” he trailed off, and shook his head again, “Nothing, it’s not important anymore. You’ve made your feelings on this clear. I won’t bother you anymore; I’ll -”
Ryo could feel his control being strangled again, and the hands were even stronger this time.
He grabbed Kazuya’s shoulders tightly, making Kazuya’s eyes widen in surprise.
“You idiot,” he snarled out, “Couldn’t you even tell that I was lying?”
His control breathed its last breath.
Ryo didn’t have anything left to stop him; there was no voice telling him how out of reach Kazuya was, no voice telling him he couldn’t; nothing stopped him. Gripping Kazuya’s shoulders in a talon-like grip, he crushed Kazuya’s lips against his.
And the star fell from the sky.
* * *
The world had twisted into a weird, unexplainable shape, turned upside down and then tried to right itself again, only to mess up because it had spit Kazuya out into another world. That, Kazuya was sure, was why Ryo’s face was so close he could swear the distance between them could be counted in negative numbers. The older man’s lips were chapped, rough, and his eyes had closed the moment their lips had touched. Their lips had touched; they were kissing; their lips had touched; they were kissing; Ryo was kissing him. Ryo was kissing him. It all seemed so unbelievable to Kazuya, but no matter how much he blinked, there was Ryo, his face so close that Kazuya could swear he could see himself in those eyes.
Then Ryo drew away, face hovering the smallest of a distance above Kazuya’s, as he removed one of the hands gripping Kazuya’s shoulders, and traced his thumb across those lips that had parted in surprise.
“Couldn’t you tell that I was lying?” Ryo was asking again, less snappy this time, and Kazuya could only keep staring at Ryo, into those eyes that held only Kazuya.
“I…”
“I was lying,” Ryo stated simply, “I was lying. And now I’m not.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Kazuya couldn’t even try to accuse him of lying again this time.
Their lips were close, so very close; Kazuya could feel each breath Ryo took. He didn’t need to ask about it; the hesitant way Ryo’s lips suddenly were on his again, made it clear that Ryo knew what he wanted to ask, and the way the kiss deepened, gave Kazuya more answers than words could.
I was afraid. Now I’m not. As simple as Ryo’s words earlier about lying, but Ryo was far from simple; Ryo’s kisses were far from simple. They could go from gentle to rough and then back to gentle again, and Ryo, it was Ryo kissing Kazuya, so he didn’t mind what Ryo did as long as it was Ryo.
“Understand?” Ryo asked between kisses, his lips moving against Kazuya’s.
Kazuya closed his eyes, a ‘yes’ on his lips that never quite made it into words, as Ryo’s teeth grazed gently across Kazuya’s lower lip, followed by a flick of his tongue.
And then Kazuya began to return those kisses, those heavenly kisses, his hands gripping what he could find - which was Ryo’s loose night shirt. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kazuya realized that the night shirt was already half-opened, letting his hands, gripping the shirt, brush his knuckles ever so briefly across a tan chest.
“Perfect,” Ryo whispered huskily, “Just perfect then.”
And he meant it; this moment, where they were both on the floor, Kazuya pulling Ryo close with nothing but the flimsy material of his shirt, and Ryo with his hands gripping Kazuya’s shoulders, pulling him close as well, as their lips met in furious, long-awaited kisses.
Perfection; this must be what perfection meant.
But weren’t they always told that nothing was ever perfect?
But, even as he ran a hand through Kazuya's hair, pressing forward lightly, and they fell to the floor together, he couldn't help but think that this was. He loomed over the younger man, and he traced his lips, rough and dry, over Kazuya's again, gently at first, then firmly until he could swear he had left his imprint permanently on Kazuya's lips. They were his; his, his, his. Ryo’s, Ryo’s, Ryo’s. No one else’s.
There was no doubt about it; everything in his life had been leading up to this point; everything was leading up to this moment where the world collapsed; his lips on Kazuya’s, rough and caressing, was the most perfection Ryo had ever felt.
Kazuya looked up through half-lidded eyes at Ryo, who loomed over him, a hand still entangled in Kazuya’s hair. He was looking at Kazuya with such an intense look that Kazuya couldn’t stop looking back. Not that he wanted to stop.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Ryo started, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, “But you’re mine.”
If Ryo had expected Kazuya to get upset, or insulted at the possessive term, Ryo would be sorely disappointed.
“You’re mine,” Ryo stated again.
Kazuya’s only thought to that was that it was about time Ryo realized that.
--- END PART I ---
So yeah, that's the end of part I (book 1, whatever you want to call it XDDD); it'll continue in part II. ^___^ Anyways, I realized that at some point in the fic, Ryo acts...a bit out of character, but the way I look at it, environment plays a big part of it and slowly, as the fic progresses, Ryo's character begins to come out, until this last scene, where he stops trying to suppressing that part of him and stuff ^^
And I hope there were no other issues...and see you in part II~~
Ooh, and i used 'nii-sama' for kame's younger brother to call him, because i heard it in Bleach, and it seemed more fitting that 'nii-san' XD
And yeah, this part is basically for them to wake up to their feelings, as well as introduce them I guess ^^
And now I'm going to sleep...will finish x-posting and stuff tomorrow morning XDDD
edit: btw, the title, Castles in the Sky, is from that old saying 'castles in the air/sky', meaning to dream of something impossible or something? I thought it fit...~
Pairing: ryokame
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Summary: lord!kame x servant/butler!ryo. They could never be allowed to be with each other, but, for some reason, they just couldn't stop.
1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |
--- 5 ----
Days passed slowly; Lord and Lady Kamenashi were expected to be gone for another week or so, so not only did Ryo have to put up with Kazuya’s brother’s attendant, who was about as idiotic and unrightfully arrogant as they came, but he also had to try to keep his cool and his control around Kazuya, who, he realized with each day, was distancing himself from Ryo.
And it scared Ryo. It scared him even more than when Kazuya had been taken. At least then, he had still had that connection with Kazuya, that infallible connection; but now, as Kazuya tried to break it so as not to ‘trouble’ him, Ryo was scared that he would one day succeed.
The Akanishi and Yamashita heirs came to visit one day, after hearing about what had happened to Kazuya.
“You are okay right?” Tomohisa asked with concern, “I mean, you’re alive at least, but how are your injuries?”
“My ribs are still healing,” Kazuya said with a bit of a shrug, “The bruises are fading, so almost back to normal, I suppose.”
Jin, however, peered at Kazuya, “There’s something different though,” he said as he continued to stare at Kazuya. When he realized what it was though, he opened his mouth, only to get nudged by Tomohisa who sent him a warning look.
Apparently Tomohisa had noticed it as well.
“But Kazuya is -”
“Jin!”
“But he looks stressed and like he’s lost weight and looks like he hasn't been sleeping!” Jin blurted out.
The room had frozen at that, and Tomohisa smacked a hand to his forehead, “Jin…”
Luckily, the tension in the room was cut off by the sound of something pushing against the door. Ryo blinked, and then went to open it, avoiding Kazuya’s eyes that were suddenly trained on him.
“Nii-sama’s!” Kazuya’s little brother announced when he saw Ryo. The child seemed to have gotten a bit out of his little shell over the time he had spent here, beaming every time he saw Kazuya or Ryo, and crying whenever he had to go back with his attendant. And the child, annoyingly cutely enough, had taken to calling Ryo ‘nii-sama’s’ as though that was an actual name.
“Nii-sama!”
Jin and Tomohisa immediately beamed at the child, as the toddler went over to Kazuya, “Nii-sama!” he called with a huge smile that was reserved only for the big brother he had grown attached to lately.
“Can you say ‘Jin’?” the older man asked with a grin, “’Jin’? Come on, ‘Jin’?”
The toddler blinked at him.
“Oh come on, saying Tomo is way easier!” Tomohisa protested, nudging Jin out of the way, “Tomo,” he encouraged, “Tomo.”
“It is so not easier!” Jin protested.
The child tilted his head and looked lost for a moment, and then he spotted Ryo and pointed with a beaming smile, “Nii-sama’s!”
Jin and Tomohisa, who had obviously missed it the first time, blinked and then stared at the child. Then, they promptly burst out laughing.
“’Nii-sama’s’?” Jin asked, chuckling.
Tomohisa pointed to Ryo, “’Nii-sama’s’?” he asked the child.
The child nodded vigorously, “Nii-sama’s!”
The two taller men both grinned, “Well, he’s got it right at that; smart kid,” Jin commented.
“Definitely.” Tomohisa laughed, “Ryo is definitely Kazuya’s.”
“Yeah, even when we turned thirteen and were supposed to give up our attendants, Kazuya just refused to. Your father was so annoyed that year,” Jin recalled.
Kazuya finally spoke up, “Well, maybe I should start that then.” He said with a cool voice. Ryo didn’t look at Kazuya; he couldn’t.
“Nah, that would break your heart,” Jin said with a knowing voice.
This time, Ryo was determined not to look at Kazuya. The thought that he knew was crossing Kazuya’s mind crossed his as well.
But it’s already broken, isn’t it, Ryo?
“Not to mention Ryo’s heart,” Tomohisa added, unaware of the tension between the two.
Kazuya paused at that, before taking the storybook handed to him by his little brother, who was oblivious and still shouting things like “Nii-sama” and “Nii-sama’s”.
“Oh, not this again!” Jin suddenly groaned, “You’re poisoning your little brother’s mind with this story too?”
It was the same story that Ryo had always read to Kazuya. Kazuya shot Jin a scathing look as he read to the child, who, since he had probably escaped during his naptime to find them, quickly drifted off into sleep. As he did though, Ryo didn’t miss the one, fleeting look Kazuya sent him before looking away.
Would your heart really break?
* * *
A few nights later, Ryo woke up in the middle of the night with a strange feeling; it was a feeling that something was not right and he quickly wandered to the connecting room to check on Kazuya. That feeling of something not being right only grew when he saw the empty bed and the covers strewn messily onto the floor. He forced himself to calm down, reasoning that maybe Kazuya had simply been unable to sleep and had gone to get something to drink…or something.
He looked in the kitchen first, and found nothing but silence, and his worry grew.
Soon, however, he ventured into the section of the house that was opposite from where the bedrooms were located and he wandered there; there was no place left to look, but why would Kazuya come to this part of the house? There was nothing here that would generally hold Kazuya’s interest. Most rooms were empty as well.
Ryo stopped outside a door that he was sure was one of those empty rooms, frowning; he could hear something inside the room and he was pretty sure it was Kazuya. Who else could it be at this time of the night? He quietly pushed the door open.
His jaw dropped a little and his eyes narrowed when he saw Kazuya.
The younger man seemed to have taken it upon himself to do something insane, because here he was, in the middle of the night, using this bare room as a practice room as he attacked one of those wooden structures that were meant to hone strength, skill and precision with physical attacks. He had probably taken it from the training room. He was panting, and sweating, and Ryo could see that he had been going at this for a long time, perhaps even right after Ryo had retired to sleep.
Ryo watched as Kazuya bent over, gasping, holding his bandaged ribs as he did. There was a fierce determination in the younger man’s stance and he was so out of it that he hadn’t even noticed Ryo entering the room. The raspy, quick, breaths filled the room, and after a moment, he got up, ready to have a go at the structure again; he kicked and punched and it was like there was a crazy sort of desperation in him. There was also a look of intense pain in his eyes and Ryo knew how much those ribs must be hurting if Kazuya had stopped in his desperate determination earlier. He moved forward quickly and caught one of the punches in his fist, not caring that it hurt, catching a punch in the air, and staring determinedly at Kazuya until the younger man seemed to acknowledge that he hadn’t hit the usual wooden target.
“What are you doing?” Ryo asked when he saw that Kazuya had come to his senses.
Kazuya looked away, touching his ribs as he struggled to regain his breath. Ryo sighed and sat him down, a hand going over the bandages on Kazuya’s ribs, “What do you think you’re doing?” he asked again, voice hard, “Your ribs are still healing and this isn’t making it any easier for them to heal.”
“I…need to get stronger,” Kazuya retorted defiantly, “That’s…that’s the only way I’ll get to be seen as a real person by anyone,” he hissed when Ryo touched a particularly painful spot, “I can’t be weak; I have to be strong, stronger than my father; then I’ll no longer be a target and people will recognize that I’m not a copy of my father, but a real person.” He said with such ferocity that Ryo was taken back.
“You are a real person,” Ryo argued, even as his control told him to shut up, “You don’t have to do this!”
“Yes I do!” Kazuya nearly snarled as he turned to look at Ryo, “I’m going to prove to you that I’m not some weak doll that can break; I’m not just my father’s heir; I’m my own person Ryo! I can do this, I can get stronger, and I’ll prove it to you!” he struggled to stand, pushing himself up off the ground with his hand.
And once again, Ryo wanted to scream. He wanted to scream that he didn’t see Kazuya as anything but himself, and for once, his control let him talk, “I see you as your own person!” he snapped.
“No, you don’t! You know, all this time, I had thought that you did, because you were so careful with me, and I thought it was because you cared, but you don’t really do you? You see my as my father’s son, not my own person. If you did see me as my own person, you…” he shook his head, “I always thought that as long as I had you, it wouldn’t matter what the rest of the world thought as long as you saw me for me, but…” he trailed off, and shook his head again, “Nothing, it’s not important anymore. You’ve made your feelings on this clear. I won’t bother you anymore; I’ll -”
Ryo could feel his control being strangled again, and the hands were even stronger this time.
He grabbed Kazuya’s shoulders tightly, making Kazuya’s eyes widen in surprise.
“You idiot,” he snarled out, “Couldn’t you even tell that I was lying?”
His control breathed its last breath.
Ryo didn’t have anything left to stop him; there was no voice telling him how out of reach Kazuya was, no voice telling him he couldn’t; nothing stopped him. Gripping Kazuya’s shoulders in a talon-like grip, he crushed Kazuya’s lips against his.
And the star fell from the sky.
* * *
The world had twisted into a weird, unexplainable shape, turned upside down and then tried to right itself again, only to mess up because it had spit Kazuya out into another world. That, Kazuya was sure, was why Ryo’s face was so close he could swear the distance between them could be counted in negative numbers. The older man’s lips were chapped, rough, and his eyes had closed the moment their lips had touched. Their lips had touched; they were kissing; their lips had touched; they were kissing; Ryo was kissing him. Ryo was kissing him. It all seemed so unbelievable to Kazuya, but no matter how much he blinked, there was Ryo, his face so close that Kazuya could swear he could see himself in those eyes.
Then Ryo drew away, face hovering the smallest of a distance above Kazuya’s, as he removed one of the hands gripping Kazuya’s shoulders, and traced his thumb across those lips that had parted in surprise.
“Couldn’t you tell that I was lying?” Ryo was asking again, less snappy this time, and Kazuya could only keep staring at Ryo, into those eyes that held only Kazuya.
“I…”
“I was lying,” Ryo stated simply, “I was lying. And now I’m not.” He said it so matter-of-factly that Kazuya couldn’t even try to accuse him of lying again this time.
Their lips were close, so very close; Kazuya could feel each breath Ryo took. He didn’t need to ask about it; the hesitant way Ryo’s lips suddenly were on his again, made it clear that Ryo knew what he wanted to ask, and the way the kiss deepened, gave Kazuya more answers than words could.
I was afraid. Now I’m not. As simple as Ryo’s words earlier about lying, but Ryo was far from simple; Ryo’s kisses were far from simple. They could go from gentle to rough and then back to gentle again, and Ryo, it was Ryo kissing Kazuya, so he didn’t mind what Ryo did as long as it was Ryo.
“Understand?” Ryo asked between kisses, his lips moving against Kazuya’s.
Kazuya closed his eyes, a ‘yes’ on his lips that never quite made it into words, as Ryo’s teeth grazed gently across Kazuya’s lower lip, followed by a flick of his tongue.
And then Kazuya began to return those kisses, those heavenly kisses, his hands gripping what he could find - which was Ryo’s loose night shirt. Somewhere in the back of his mind, Kazuya realized that the night shirt was already half-opened, letting his hands, gripping the shirt, brush his knuckles ever so briefly across a tan chest.
“Perfect,” Ryo whispered huskily, “Just perfect then.”
And he meant it; this moment, where they were both on the floor, Kazuya pulling Ryo close with nothing but the flimsy material of his shirt, and Ryo with his hands gripping Kazuya’s shoulders, pulling him close as well, as their lips met in furious, long-awaited kisses.
Perfection; this must be what perfection meant.
But weren’t they always told that nothing was ever perfect?
But, even as he ran a hand through Kazuya's hair, pressing forward lightly, and they fell to the floor together, he couldn't help but think that this was. He loomed over the younger man, and he traced his lips, rough and dry, over Kazuya's again, gently at first, then firmly until he could swear he had left his imprint permanently on Kazuya's lips. They were his; his, his, his. Ryo’s, Ryo’s, Ryo’s. No one else’s.
There was no doubt about it; everything in his life had been leading up to this point; everything was leading up to this moment where the world collapsed; his lips on Kazuya’s, rough and caressing, was the most perfection Ryo had ever felt.
Kazuya looked up through half-lidded eyes at Ryo, who loomed over him, a hand still entangled in Kazuya’s hair. He was looking at Kazuya with such an intense look that Kazuya couldn’t stop looking back. Not that he wanted to stop.
“Don’t take this the wrong way,” Ryo started, a ghost of a smirk on his lips, “But you’re mine.”
If Ryo had expected Kazuya to get upset, or insulted at the possessive term, Ryo would be sorely disappointed.
“You’re mine,” Ryo stated again.
Kazuya’s only thought to that was that it was about time Ryo realized that.
--- END PART I ---
So yeah, that's the end of part I (book 1, whatever you want to call it XDDD); it'll continue in part II. ^___^ Anyways, I realized that at some point in the fic, Ryo acts...a bit out of character, but the way I look at it, environment plays a big part of it and slowly, as the fic progresses, Ryo's character begins to come out, until this last scene, where he stops trying to suppressing that part of him and stuff ^^
And I hope there were no other issues...and see you in part II~~
Ooh, and i used 'nii-sama' for kame's younger brother to call him, because i heard it in Bleach, and it seemed more fitting that 'nii-san' XD
And yeah, this part is basically for them to wake up to their feelings, as well as introduce them I guess ^^
And now I'm going to sleep...will finish x-posting and stuff tomorrow morning XDDD
edit: btw, the title, Castles in the Sky, is from that old saying 'castles in the air/sky', meaning to dream of something impossible or something? I thought it fit...~