An Echo from the Dark
Title: An Echo from the Dark
Author: Shattered Tenshi
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: JE
Genre: AU, Dark, Angst
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru x Fujigaya Taisuke, Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke
Warnings: It doesn't make sense, it's dark...I should give one more warning, but it'll ruin the story.
Notes: It was inspired by a dream from hiroyosuke_ot3 and if you follow the comm, you realize which dream it is...and that explains the darkness.
An Echo from the Dark
By Shattered Tenshi
Taisuke felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he slowly let go of the knife. He stared at the other as he fell to the ground, giving him a shocked look, tears running down his face, before closing his eyes for the final time. Taisuke shivered as he clutched and unclutched his hand slowly, feeling the blood on his skin. The knife was buried to the hilt in the other's chest, and he didn't dare pulling it out, not wanting to the other covered in blood.
Wrapping his arms around himself and whimpering, he took a few small steps backwards, stumbling slightly. He killed someone. He killed the person who had been with him for nearly the whole game. He killed someone who...loved him.
"Tai-chan."
Taisuke looked up through his teary eyes. He sniffled and choked a sob before running towards the person and throwing his arms around him. "Wa-Wataru! I...I killed h-him...I k-killed Hiro!" Burying his face in the crook of Yokoo's neck, he continued to cry and shudder. "Wa-Wataru..."
He could still hear Hiro's voice in his mind, asking him 'Why...?' He had betrayed Hiro, all because of this person in front of him.
Wataru wrapped his arms around Taisuke and stroked the younger one's hair. "Don't cry, Tai-chan," he said calmly. "Why'd you do that?" he asked, speaking into Taisuke's ear.
Tears still falling down, Taisuke slowly pulled back and glanced at the other briefly before lowering his eyes. "I'm selfish, Wataru." He sniffled. "Wataru and Hiro are both important to me. I want...I want both of you to live, but I couldn't do it." He flinched and dropped his arms, clutching on to Yokoo's shirt. "I didn't want to leave Wataru's side. That's why...I couldn't kill myself." He finally looked up at Yokoo and whimpered. "I couldn't kill myself, Wataru..."
Pulling Taisuke back closer, letting the younger one bury his face against his neck, Yokoo started to stroke Taisuke's hair once more. "Don't cry, Tai-chan. I'm sure Hiro would understand..."
Taisuke shook his head and tightened his fingers on Yokoo's shirt. Why would Hiro understand? Not when his final word was asking him 'why'. Hiro wouldn't understand.
"By the way, Tai-chan..." Yokoo suddenly spoke up, blowing into Taisuke's ear. "You let Hiro touch you, didn't you?"
Stiffening, Taisuke quickly pulled back and shook his head, not wanting to meet Yokoo's gaze. "Hiro didn't touch me! We held hands, we kissed a few times, but he didn't touch me..." His voice got weaker near the end, slightly shaky.
Yokoo reached out and placed a few pieces of hair behind Taisuke's ear, making the other flinch slightly. "Don't you think I would know how you look after that? Though I guess you were left unsatisfied, since I must have startled you guys..."
Stumbling backwards, Taisuke mumbled, "Nothing happened, Wataru. Nothing happened..."
"You're not good at lying, Tai-chan."
When Yokoo pushed him down, Taisuke gave out a yelp, his eyes widening as he realized he had landed beside Hiro. "Wa-Wataru...!"
Yokoo smiled. "I just want to make up for disturbing you guys."
"W-Wataru, you don't...n-nhh...!" Taisuke struggled when Yokoo covered his lips with his own, kissing him roughly. He tried to move, but found his wrists trapped above his head, Yokoo's weight fully atop of him.
Shoving his tongue into Taisuke’s mouth, Yokoo deepened the kiss and massaged Taisuke's tongue before pulling back. He latched his lips on to Taisuke's neck, while one hand moved down to slip under Taisuke's shirt, his other hand still holding on to Taisuke's wrist.
Taisuke whimpered and squirmed, still trying to free his arms from Yokoo's hold. "Wataru..." The next thing he knew, his shirt was tugged off and Yokoo's eyes were staring at his exposed skin.
"I told you that you guys were doing it..." Yokoo murmured as his hand ghosted across Taisuke's chest, only pressing down quickly on those red marks visible against his skin. "Hiro likes leaving marks, doesn't he?"
"Ya-yamete, Wataru..." Taisuke feel a tear rolling down his cheek once more, conscious of Hiro lying right beside him, dead. The feeling sent shivers down his spine, making him flinching unconsciously at Yokoo's actions.
Yokoo kissed the corner of Taisuke's lips. "I don't want to stop though, Tai-chan."
Soon, Taisuke found himself naked, Yokoo's finger circling the tip of his member teasingly. "Wataru..." he whimpered, a whine coming up from the back of his throat.
"I wanted you to help me, Tai-chan," Yokoo said, stroking Taisuke's cheek as he let go of Taisuke's wrists. "But I guess we don't have much time..."
Without warning, Yokoo moved away from Taisuke's member and plunged a finger into Taisuke's entrance, making the younger one gasp loudly and arched his back. "A-ahh...! I-itai yo, Wataru..."
Stroking Taisuke's side, Yokoo said, "Shh...it'll be fine, Tai-chan..." He pushed another finger and started to curl them, stretching Taisuke's inner muscles.
Taisuke writhed in pain, moaning as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. "Wa-Wataru..." he gasped, clutching Yokoo's arms.
Unzipping his pants with one hand, Yokoo pulled out his fingers and pushed into Taisuke with one smooth stroke. Taisuke gasped loudly as Yokoo groaned at the tightness he felt. He didn't give time for Taisuke to adjust before starting to move his hips, pushing deeper into the warmth.
"Wa-Wataru...!" It hurt, but that didn't stop Taisuke from wrapping his arms around Yokoo, pulling the other closer as he rocked his hips against the other. "A-ahh...!"
"Ne, Tai-chan, I think you need to say something to me..." Taisuke's eyes widened when he felt Yokoo's hand ghosting over his neck.
Not knowing how to react, Taisuke just stared up at Yokoo with half-lidded eyes as his body instinctively continued to move.
Adjusting his thrusts, Yokoo said softly, "You know what I want to hear, Tai-chan..." He pressed a hand against Taisuke's cheek and made him look at the body beside him.
Taisuke shivered and almost wailed, a fresh amount of tears rolling down his cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to look at Hiro's bloodless face, cheeks stained with dry tears.
"Tai-chan..." Taisuke gasped and choked when he felt the hand going back to his neck, this time pressing down more firmly, making him lose his breath.
Trying to open his mouth, Taisuke gasped painfully and gave a broken whimper. "G-gomen n-nasai...Wata...ru..." He broke off here, trying to get another breath of air. "For...l-letting Hiro...t-touch me..."
Yokoo grunted and started to aim his thrusts at one spot, knowing that's exactly where Taisuke's prostate is. He tightened his hold on Taisuke's neck, making the other give a silent scream. It was painful, but at the same time, Taisuke felt his sweet spot being hit and the pleasure overwhelmed him.
A few more thrusts later, Yokoo's hand still on his throat, Taisuke reached a climax, his pleasure flowing out in thick, white ribbons, covering his own stomach. He could feel Yokoo stiffening on top of him as he too climaxed, releasing his seed in him.
When Yokoo lifted his hand away from Taisuke's throat and pulling out of him, Taisuke could barely choke, trying to regain his breath slowly. He lifted his hand and touched his throat gingerly, knowing there's a red, hand mark on his skin. "Wataru..." he croaked out.
Without answering, Yokoo just dressed Taisuke back carefully, wiping away the white substance off Taisuke's skin. Then he took Taisuke into his arms and stood up, carrying the other. "We're leaving here, Tai-chan."
Taisuke didn't say anything and leaned closer to Yokoo. He couldn't find the strength to wrap his arms around the other or say anything either. He could feel the pain between his legs and lower back, though Yokoo was careful with his steps, not shaking him too much.
As they left the room, Taisuke took one last glance at Hiro. His heart clenched, and a final drop of tear rolled down, disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. Before darkness took over, he could still hear Hiro's voice in his mind, asking him…
"Why...?"
Author's Notes: //hides// Please don't kill me...? This idea has been in my mind since Kira and I finished RP-ing that Battle Royale dream in hiroyosuke_ot3 and...it was so hard to write. This got to be the longest 4 pages I've ever written in my life. It took so long. And you have no idea how times I teared up and cried writing this. But it just had to be written. And um...I had Good-Bye, Thank You on loop while writing this? ;____________;
Obviously Wataru isn't like that. Obviously Taisuke isn't a M like that. But...I won't even bother explaining. It just won't make sense.
Well...I would love to know what you guys think. Just um...refrain from throwing things? //hides//
Comments...are love?
Author: Shattered Tenshi
Rating: NC-17
Fandom: JE
Genre: AU, Dark, Angst
Pairing: Yokoo Wataru x Fujigaya Taisuke, Kitayama Hiromitsu x Fujigaya Taisuke
Warnings: It doesn't make sense, it's dark...I should give one more warning, but it'll ruin the story.
Notes: It was inspired by a dream from hiroyosuke_ot3 and if you follow the comm, you realize which dream it is...and that explains the darkness.
An Echo from the Dark
By Shattered Tenshi
Taisuke felt tears rolling down his cheeks as he slowly let go of the knife. He stared at the other as he fell to the ground, giving him a shocked look, tears running down his face, before closing his eyes for the final time. Taisuke shivered as he clutched and unclutched his hand slowly, feeling the blood on his skin. The knife was buried to the hilt in the other's chest, and he didn't dare pulling it out, not wanting to the other covered in blood.
Wrapping his arms around himself and whimpering, he took a few small steps backwards, stumbling slightly. He killed someone. He killed the person who had been with him for nearly the whole game. He killed someone who...loved him.
"Tai-chan."
Taisuke looked up through his teary eyes. He sniffled and choked a sob before running towards the person and throwing his arms around him. "Wa-Wataru! I...I killed h-him...I k-killed Hiro!" Burying his face in the crook of Yokoo's neck, he continued to cry and shudder. "Wa-Wataru..."
He could still hear Hiro's voice in his mind, asking him 'Why...?' He had betrayed Hiro, all because of this person in front of him.
Wataru wrapped his arms around Taisuke and stroked the younger one's hair. "Don't cry, Tai-chan," he said calmly. "Why'd you do that?" he asked, speaking into Taisuke's ear.
Tears still falling down, Taisuke slowly pulled back and glanced at the other briefly before lowering his eyes. "I'm selfish, Wataru." He sniffled. "Wataru and Hiro are both important to me. I want...I want both of you to live, but I couldn't do it." He flinched and dropped his arms, clutching on to Yokoo's shirt. "I didn't want to leave Wataru's side. That's why...I couldn't kill myself." He finally looked up at Yokoo and whimpered. "I couldn't kill myself, Wataru..."
Pulling Taisuke back closer, letting the younger one bury his face against his neck, Yokoo started to stroke Taisuke's hair once more. "Don't cry, Tai-chan. I'm sure Hiro would understand..."
Taisuke shook his head and tightened his fingers on Yokoo's shirt. Why would Hiro understand? Not when his final word was asking him 'why'. Hiro wouldn't understand.
"By the way, Tai-chan..." Yokoo suddenly spoke up, blowing into Taisuke's ear. "You let Hiro touch you, didn't you?"
Stiffening, Taisuke quickly pulled back and shook his head, not wanting to meet Yokoo's gaze. "Hiro didn't touch me! We held hands, we kissed a few times, but he didn't touch me..." His voice got weaker near the end, slightly shaky.
Yokoo reached out and placed a few pieces of hair behind Taisuke's ear, making the other flinch slightly. "Don't you think I would know how you look after that? Though I guess you were left unsatisfied, since I must have startled you guys..."
Stumbling backwards, Taisuke mumbled, "Nothing happened, Wataru. Nothing happened..."
"You're not good at lying, Tai-chan."
When Yokoo pushed him down, Taisuke gave out a yelp, his eyes widening as he realized he had landed beside Hiro. "Wa-Wataru...!"
Yokoo smiled. "I just want to make up for disturbing you guys."
"W-Wataru, you don't...n-nhh...!" Taisuke struggled when Yokoo covered his lips with his own, kissing him roughly. He tried to move, but found his wrists trapped above his head, Yokoo's weight fully atop of him.
Shoving his tongue into Taisuke’s mouth, Yokoo deepened the kiss and massaged Taisuke's tongue before pulling back. He latched his lips on to Taisuke's neck, while one hand moved down to slip under Taisuke's shirt, his other hand still holding on to Taisuke's wrist.
Taisuke whimpered and squirmed, still trying to free his arms from Yokoo's hold. "Wataru..." The next thing he knew, his shirt was tugged off and Yokoo's eyes were staring at his exposed skin.
"I told you that you guys were doing it..." Yokoo murmured as his hand ghosted across Taisuke's chest, only pressing down quickly on those red marks visible against his skin. "Hiro likes leaving marks, doesn't he?"
"Ya-yamete, Wataru..." Taisuke feel a tear rolling down his cheek once more, conscious of Hiro lying right beside him, dead. The feeling sent shivers down his spine, making him flinching unconsciously at Yokoo's actions.
Yokoo kissed the corner of Taisuke's lips. "I don't want to stop though, Tai-chan."
Soon, Taisuke found himself naked, Yokoo's finger circling the tip of his member teasingly. "Wataru..." he whimpered, a whine coming up from the back of his throat.
"I wanted you to help me, Tai-chan," Yokoo said, stroking Taisuke's cheek as he let go of Taisuke's wrists. "But I guess we don't have much time..."
Without warning, Yokoo moved away from Taisuke's member and plunged a finger into Taisuke's entrance, making the younger one gasp loudly and arched his back. "A-ahh...! I-itai yo, Wataru..."
Stroking Taisuke's side, Yokoo said, "Shh...it'll be fine, Tai-chan..." He pushed another finger and started to curl them, stretching Taisuke's inner muscles.
Taisuke writhed in pain, moaning as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. "Wa-Wataru..." he gasped, clutching Yokoo's arms.
Unzipping his pants with one hand, Yokoo pulled out his fingers and pushed into Taisuke with one smooth stroke. Taisuke gasped loudly as Yokoo groaned at the tightness he felt. He didn't give time for Taisuke to adjust before starting to move his hips, pushing deeper into the warmth.
"Wa-Wataru...!" It hurt, but that didn't stop Taisuke from wrapping his arms around Yokoo, pulling the other closer as he rocked his hips against the other. "A-ahh...!"
"Ne, Tai-chan, I think you need to say something to me..." Taisuke's eyes widened when he felt Yokoo's hand ghosting over his neck.
Not knowing how to react, Taisuke just stared up at Yokoo with half-lidded eyes as his body instinctively continued to move.
Adjusting his thrusts, Yokoo said softly, "You know what I want to hear, Tai-chan..." He pressed a hand against Taisuke's cheek and made him look at the body beside him.
Taisuke shivered and almost wailed, a fresh amount of tears rolling down his cheeks. He squeezed his eyes shut, unwilling to look at Hiro's bloodless face, cheeks stained with dry tears.
"Tai-chan..." Taisuke gasped and choked when he felt the hand going back to his neck, this time pressing down more firmly, making him lose his breath.
Trying to open his mouth, Taisuke gasped painfully and gave a broken whimper. "G-gomen n-nasai...Wata...ru..." He broke off here, trying to get another breath of air. "For...l-letting Hiro...t-touch me..."
Yokoo grunted and started to aim his thrusts at one spot, knowing that's exactly where Taisuke's prostate is. He tightened his hold on Taisuke's neck, making the other give a silent scream. It was painful, but at the same time, Taisuke felt his sweet spot being hit and the pleasure overwhelmed him.
A few more thrusts later, Yokoo's hand still on his throat, Taisuke reached a climax, his pleasure flowing out in thick, white ribbons, covering his own stomach. He could feel Yokoo stiffening on top of him as he too climaxed, releasing his seed in him.
When Yokoo lifted his hand away from Taisuke's throat and pulling out of him, Taisuke could barely choke, trying to regain his breath slowly. He lifted his hand and touched his throat gingerly, knowing there's a red, hand mark on his skin. "Wataru..." he croaked out.
Without answering, Yokoo just dressed Taisuke back carefully, wiping away the white substance off Taisuke's skin. Then he took Taisuke into his arms and stood up, carrying the other. "We're leaving here, Tai-chan."
Taisuke didn't say anything and leaned closer to Yokoo. He couldn't find the strength to wrap his arms around the other or say anything either. He could feel the pain between his legs and lower back, though Yokoo was careful with his steps, not shaking him too much.
As they left the room, Taisuke took one last glance at Hiro. His heart clenched, and a final drop of tear rolled down, disappearing into the fabric of his shirt. Before darkness took over, he could still hear Hiro's voice in his mind, asking him…
"Why...?"
Author's Notes: //hides// Please don't kill me...? This idea has been in my mind since Kira and I finished RP-ing that Battle Royale dream in hiroyosuke_ot3 and...it was so hard to write. This got to be the longest 4 pages I've ever written in my life. It took so long. And you have no idea how times I teared up and cried writing this. But it just had to be written. And um...I had Good-Bye, Thank You on loop while writing this? ;____________;
Obviously Wataru isn't like that. Obviously Taisuke isn't a M like that. But...I won't even bother explaining. It just won't make sense.
Well...I would love to know what you guys think. Just um...refrain from throwing things? //hides//
Comments...are love?