The Ball of String Is Mine
"Mittens the Cute Kitty in Atlantis" (suggested for mature viewers)
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London Aya missed me. I was in my flat deciding which protest clothes could be washed and which needed to be burned when I felt his presence and heard the knock at my door. The bastard found me. Not only had he found my flat, but he'd also been able to tell that I'd been out of town for days through his "little" talent. Brad would be pissed if I told him about this.
Aya was angry that I hadn't told him I'd be going. We had a rip-roaring, invigorating argument with me asking him when the hell I'd become so beholden to him that I was obligated to give him an itinerary, while he was all "You did in the past...." I told him that I couldn't be here every time Chloe and Ken pissed him off too much. The pouting! I love the pouting! Finally he realized that we were screaming at each other like trash half outside, and I invited him in. Imagine his surprise to see a pair of brocade house slippers by the door, black with a red flower pattern on them, obviously for him. They confused and defused him a bit, and he wanted to know why the hell I would do a welcoming thing like that for him. I answered that I like him. I do. We were standing so close, and emotions were so high, and we were kissing, just like that, hungrily. Aya was a buffet of emotions: lust, fear, anger, confusion, affection. I drank him in.
He didn't want passion. Passion with Yohji had nearly destroyed him. He'd told himself that he was content loving but not being in love with Ken.
Yeah, and it's not pity fucking if you pity both sides of it?
Eventually he started pushing away a bit but I only let our lips unlock. I held onto him and asked him if he were really happy with how his life was. I asked him why he hadn't told his team or, you know, his boyfriend that he had a small telepathic talent. He's known about his talent for months now. He didn't have answers because he's been trying as hard as he can not to think about it.
Of course, he went on the offensive, sneering at me suggesting he break up with Ken so he could fuck around with me. I told him I didn't care what the hell Ken-ken thought, but that he didn't seem to be enjoying the tug-of-war over him between Ken and Chloe and maybe he should remove himself from the field. He admitted that he hadn't told anyone about his small telepathy because he didn't trust Sir Richard. I don't blame him on that, since Sir Richard's a fruitcake, but not telling Kenny? Though he didn't say it to me, Aya's not so much afraid that Ken would reject him for having psychic powers as that Ken might blab about it to the wrong person.
Meanwhile, I held him and rocked him and sometimes stroked his hair, and he let me do it all, even relaxed a little, until he remembered that he didn't need or accept that from anybody. He slammed my door when he left but I know he'll be back. We're getting closer all the time. Ayas require patience, but so far it's been worth it.
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London Aya missed me. I was in my flat deciding which protest clothes could be washed and which needed to be burned when I felt his presence and heard the knock at my door. The bastard found me. Not only had he found my flat, but he'd also been able to tell that I'd been out of town for days through his "little" talent. Brad would be pissed if I told him about this.
Aya was angry that I hadn't told him I'd be going. We had a rip-roaring, invigorating argument with me asking him when the hell I'd become so beholden to him that I was obligated to give him an itinerary, while he was all "You did in the past...." I told him that I couldn't be here every time Chloe and Ken pissed him off too much. The pouting! I love the pouting! Finally he realized that we were screaming at each other like trash half outside, and I invited him in. Imagine his surprise to see a pair of brocade house slippers by the door, black with a red flower pattern on them, obviously for him. They confused and defused him a bit, and he wanted to know why the hell I would do a welcoming thing like that for him. I answered that I like him. I do. We were standing so close, and emotions were so high, and we were kissing, just like that, hungrily. Aya was a buffet of emotions: lust, fear, anger, confusion, affection. I drank him in.
He didn't want passion. Passion with Yohji had nearly destroyed him. He'd told himself that he was content loving but not being in love with Ken.
Yeah, and it's not pity fucking if you pity both sides of it?
Eventually he started pushing away a bit but I only let our lips unlock. I held onto him and asked him if he were really happy with how his life was. I asked him why he hadn't told his team or, you know, his boyfriend that he had a small telepathic talent. He's known about his talent for months now. He didn't have answers because he's been trying as hard as he can not to think about it.
Of course, he went on the offensive, sneering at me suggesting he break up with Ken so he could fuck around with me. I told him I didn't care what the hell Ken-ken thought, but that he didn't seem to be enjoying the tug-of-war over him between Ken and Chloe and maybe he should remove himself from the field. He admitted that he hadn't told anyone about his small telepathy because he didn't trust Sir Richard. I don't blame him on that, since Sir Richard's a fruitcake, but not telling Kenny? Though he didn't say it to me, Aya's not so much afraid that Ken would reject him for having psychic powers as that Ken might blab about it to the wrong person.
Meanwhile, I held him and rocked him and sometimes stroked his hair, and he let me do it all, even relaxed a little, until he remembered that he didn't need or accept that from anybody. He slammed my door when he left but I know he'll be back. We're getting closer all the time. Ayas require patience, but so far it's been worth it.