[Fanfic] The sparrow (Chap 03)
Title: The sparrow
Author:
windy_0809
Pairing: TakaYama
Genre: Drama, Slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Just loving ... is not enough .
Chapter 03
Takaki threw the pile of documents on the table of the dark office.
- Ok, go! - He commanded to the black shadow that was standing at the edge of the table, the big shadow bowed his head at him and carefully walked out. The office was really dark, his voice rang out in every corner of the room . Like a kingdom of darkness.
- Sir, that guy's still sleeping in your room. It's already late, should I wake him up?- The phone rang up timidly.
- No need for that.
Takaki calmly answered, he put the phone down, standing up and walked towards his room. He stood there for a moment before softly pushing the door to open.
The last rays of the late afternoon sun fell slanting through the window of the room. Slivers of light peeped through the drawn blinds, reflecting a thin golden stripe across to the boy's angelic face. Takaki quitely walked towards his bed, and looked down at the sleeping boy.
Yamada was really a beautiful boy. A soft delicate face framed by lustrous brown hair that laid against his sleeping face with drooping strands. His lips were parted just so, the beautiful pairs of gentle red open just enough to let his sleeping body breathe. His lovely eyebrows were relaxed ,his long eyelashes keeping close in a graceful condition , the thin fabric cupping his little body. His arms dangled breathtakingly over his flat abdomen.
Takaki spent his moment watching Yamada's sleep, taking in every detail of his face, his body.
The top buttons of Yamada's shirt were opened, attracting Takaki's gaze. The flawless skin was visible under the thin fabric, his chest heaving up and down along with his breath, these pink lips were slightly oppened. The boy now looked so freaking seductive.
Takaki gulped.
His hand unconsciously wandered on it, slipping under the thin fabric, and let his fingers touch the boy's skin. From the sensitive flesh around his collarbone, slowly down to the tiny mount on the boy's chest, he used his thumb to rub on it a little . Yamada softly moaned and turned over because of tingle feeling, but still wasn't awake. Takaki hastily drew his hand back, shaking his head to make himself awaken.
Since when he became such a pervert towards a 18 years old boy like this? For him, isn't Yamada just still a kid ?
But he had to admit that, this boy has more charm than those girls passing through his nights thousand of times. Shaking his head again to drive away these thoughts, Takaki hastily stepped to outside. Just once more second staying here, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and rape the boy.
Yamada turned his body to the side a bit, his leg were intense because of the pain. He didn't know since when, the sleepiness and hunger in his stomach were slowly diminished and gone away already. He opened his eyes, difficulty getting up and scanned around the room to search for Takaki.
Everything around him was quiet, and empty. From the outside of the window, the sky started becoming red, the sun was sinking behind the roof tops, as its color fades from orange to crimson , mingling with the horizon clouds.
The scenery now looked so dreary.
Yamada shuddered, hastily pulling the thin blanket that still lingered Takaki's comfort scent. He burried his face deeper into the pillow , there was a little flavour of shampoo Takaki always used. Everything surrounding around him was all lingered to that man's fragrance , he couldn't believe he now was in Takaki's room, and just a moment ago, still sleeping on the older boy's king size bed.
Yamada didn't remember since when he was here, the room that he never dare to think off. Althought Yamada really wanted to stay here but he just couldn't lay like this forever , obediently stepping down off the bed and pulling everything in succinct position, he carefully walked out of the room.
All the windows on the corridor was opened, making every cold air from the outside entering the house, Yama got a little shudder, he hastily stepped aback to avoid the cold wind ,but suddenly stopped as he just remembered something more important. He cautiously walked down to the stairs, the whole house engulfed in a terrifying color of blood, it looked so scary. Yamada raced towards the light switch and illuminated the living room. He blinked his eyes looking towards the window, Takaki was there.
His beautiful curly hair was flying under the sunset, the color growing darker, hidden in the soft sundown of the late afternoon. His whole body was like being embraced by the crimson of the sun in the end of the day, his face illuminated , this man looked really handsome and masculine.
Takaki was on his sleep, his legs hanging on the table, arms crossing over his chest, and his head comfortably leaned on the sofa. Apparently didn't seem to realize anything about Yamada's appearance.
- Takaki-san. - Yamada softly called out.
- Takaki-san? - Still no answer.
- Are you sleeping? - He wasn't sure if it was a question or he just whispered to himself, the volume was small as if making his voice pass off in the ambience.
Yamada quietly approached him, at first still so shyly, and keeping a certain distance. But in Takaki, there were something like magician, it made him keep moving forward in oblivious. He felt his heart pounding really fast when realizing there was a long bloodstain sticking over his shirt, taking a few steps closer, this was the first time he could clearly stare at Takaki's face like this. Closing eyes didn't make Takaki look scary like his normal appearance.
Yamada unconsciously put his shaking hand, shyly wandering along Takaki's nose, lingering at his philtrum, and then greedly slid down to give a touch on his lips.
Yamada startled as Takaki oppened his eyes all of sudden and glared at him, the man's strong hand gripped on his wrist , making him unable to move. Yamada clumsily jerked himself backward and quickly fell off the seat. His wrist was still on Takaki's palm, shaking hard.
- I … I …
Yamada stuttered, he didn't know what he was trying to say anymore, and could only unfurl his sparkling eyes to look at Takaki. The man's hair submerged in the dark, covering a part of his eyes, therefore Yamada couldn't realize there was a dangerous signal just flashed on Takaki's eyes when it dropped on his collar, where the small and creamy chest was in respiration, his flawless skin was haft-hidden behind the layer of the thin clothes.
Due to the sudden trip, Yamada's butt slammed hard to the floor as his whole body went numb from the soreness, he tried to use his free hand to stand back , but suddenly, Takaki jerked him up, losing balance, Yamada fell straight onto the man's chest and just a blink of an eyes, his whole body's already pinned hard onto the sofa by the older.
His mind felt so dizzy, still not yet to regain his soul back and the next thing he knew was that his lips already being captured by Takaki's .
- Hmmm ….. hmmmm…!!!
The man kissed him passionately .Yamada gasped and struggled under the kiss, his eyelashes closing tightly because of the fear. The aggressive kiss with full of surprise, the strange feeling made his whole body burning and stiffen . Takaki kissed him so deep that he forgot whose air he was breathing. Didn't wait for so long, the man's tongue was sweeping boldly into Yamada's mouth. The greedy tongue slid over his own, playing on his, coaxing his, stroking eagerly against his, all wet , slick and destructive. Yamada shakily tried to escape but failed, both of his wrists were gripped firmly by the older, his legs were forced to spread wide apart , and pressed hard against the sofa.
Yamada's mind went all blunt, his head felt dizzy like he was inebriated. His face slowly turned from pink to red because of lacking too much oxygen. Realizing the boy almost stopped breathing, Takaki just slowly broke the kiss off. Yamada coughed constantly, his lips were tormented that it started to get swollen.
Takaki suddenly shuddered. The boy in front of him was too seductive. His eyes shrouded with a dreamy look as though he couldn't get enough of Yamada's beauty. In the depths of his mind, there was something just breaking off, the boundary line that he tried to draw in between them, or the rope he always used to tie his aspiration. He looked down at Yamada, eyes filled with lust.
- Are you trying to provoke me?You said you would do everything I wanted from you, didn't you?
He nearly whispered, the look was like burning the boy's fragile heart, voice was deep and seductive.
Didn't wait for Yamada to catch his breath or understand anything in his words, Takaki stood up, grabbing firmly the boy's wrists, he violently pulled him going up to the stairs. Yamada tried to struggle out of him but it was no avail. His tired body was mercilessly dragged , his elbow went numb because of affliction. His legs were bumped onto the chairs, hitting on the stairs, then bang against the door, hurt.
Just when Yamada realized that he was standing on his own foot, it had no way to go out. He was surprised and trembled when recognizing the familiar scene in front of his eyes.
Takaki's room.
.............
END CHAP 3.
A/N: Ryo-chan, I'm sorry. Because Yuya is a pervert. NC -17 for the next chapter. T.T
Author:
windy_0809
Pairing: TakaYama
Genre: Drama, Slight Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort
Rating: PG-15
Summary: Just loving ... is not enough .
Chapter 03
Takaki threw the pile of documents on the table of the dark office.
- Ok, go! - He commanded to the black shadow that was standing at the edge of the table, the big shadow bowed his head at him and carefully walked out. The office was really dark, his voice rang out in every corner of the room . Like a kingdom of darkness.
- Sir, that guy's still sleeping in your room. It's already late, should I wake him up?- The phone rang up timidly.
- No need for that.
Takaki calmly answered, he put the phone down, standing up and walked towards his room. He stood there for a moment before softly pushing the door to open.
The last rays of the late afternoon sun fell slanting through the window of the room. Slivers of light peeped through the drawn blinds, reflecting a thin golden stripe across to the boy's angelic face. Takaki quitely walked towards his bed, and looked down at the sleeping boy.
Yamada was really a beautiful boy. A soft delicate face framed by lustrous brown hair that laid against his sleeping face with drooping strands. His lips were parted just so, the beautiful pairs of gentle red open just enough to let his sleeping body breathe. His lovely eyebrows were relaxed ,his long eyelashes keeping close in a graceful condition , the thin fabric cupping his little body. His arms dangled breathtakingly over his flat abdomen.
Takaki spent his moment watching Yamada's sleep, taking in every detail of his face, his body.
The top buttons of Yamada's shirt were opened, attracting Takaki's gaze. The flawless skin was visible under the thin fabric, his chest heaving up and down along with his breath, these pink lips were slightly oppened. The boy now looked so freaking seductive.
Takaki gulped.
His hand unconsciously wandered on it, slipping under the thin fabric, and let his fingers touch the boy's skin. From the sensitive flesh around his collarbone, slowly down to the tiny mount on the boy's chest, he used his thumb to rub on it a little . Yamada softly moaned and turned over because of tingle feeling, but still wasn't awake. Takaki hastily drew his hand back, shaking his head to make himself awaken.
Since when he became such a pervert towards a 18 years old boy like this? For him, isn't Yamada just still a kid ?
But he had to admit that, this boy has more charm than those girls passing through his nights thousand of times. Shaking his head again to drive away these thoughts, Takaki hastily stepped to outside. Just once more second staying here, he was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and rape the boy.
Yamada turned his body to the side a bit, his leg were intense because of the pain. He didn't know since when, the sleepiness and hunger in his stomach were slowly diminished and gone away already. He opened his eyes, difficulty getting up and scanned around the room to search for Takaki.
Everything around him was quiet, and empty. From the outside of the window, the sky started becoming red, the sun was sinking behind the roof tops, as its color fades from orange to crimson , mingling with the horizon clouds.
The scenery now looked so dreary.
Yamada shuddered, hastily pulling the thin blanket that still lingered Takaki's comfort scent. He burried his face deeper into the pillow , there was a little flavour of shampoo Takaki always used. Everything surrounding around him was all lingered to that man's fragrance , he couldn't believe he now was in Takaki's room, and just a moment ago, still sleeping on the older boy's king size bed.
Yamada didn't remember since when he was here, the room that he never dare to think off. Althought Yamada really wanted to stay here but he just couldn't lay like this forever , obediently stepping down off the bed and pulling everything in succinct position, he carefully walked out of the room.
All the windows on the corridor was opened, making every cold air from the outside entering the house, Yama got a little shudder, he hastily stepped aback to avoid the cold wind ,but suddenly stopped as he just remembered something more important. He cautiously walked down to the stairs, the whole house engulfed in a terrifying color of blood, it looked so scary. Yamada raced towards the light switch and illuminated the living room. He blinked his eyes looking towards the window, Takaki was there.
His beautiful curly hair was flying under the sunset, the color growing darker, hidden in the soft sundown of the late afternoon. His whole body was like being embraced by the crimson of the sun in the end of the day, his face illuminated , this man looked really handsome and masculine.
Takaki was on his sleep, his legs hanging on the table, arms crossing over his chest, and his head comfortably leaned on the sofa. Apparently didn't seem to realize anything about Yamada's appearance.
- Takaki-san. - Yamada softly called out.
- Takaki-san? - Still no answer.
- Are you sleeping? - He wasn't sure if it was a question or he just whispered to himself, the volume was small as if making his voice pass off in the ambience.
Yamada quietly approached him, at first still so shyly, and keeping a certain distance. But in Takaki, there were something like magician, it made him keep moving forward in oblivious. He felt his heart pounding really fast when realizing there was a long bloodstain sticking over his shirt, taking a few steps closer, this was the first time he could clearly stare at Takaki's face like this. Closing eyes didn't make Takaki look scary like his normal appearance.
Yamada unconsciously put his shaking hand, shyly wandering along Takaki's nose, lingering at his philtrum, and then greedly slid down to give a touch on his lips.
Yamada startled as Takaki oppened his eyes all of sudden and glared at him, the man's strong hand gripped on his wrist , making him unable to move. Yamada clumsily jerked himself backward and quickly fell off the seat. His wrist was still on Takaki's palm, shaking hard.
- I … I …
Yamada stuttered, he didn't know what he was trying to say anymore, and could only unfurl his sparkling eyes to look at Takaki. The man's hair submerged in the dark, covering a part of his eyes, therefore Yamada couldn't realize there was a dangerous signal just flashed on Takaki's eyes when it dropped on his collar, where the small and creamy chest was in respiration, his flawless skin was haft-hidden behind the layer of the thin clothes.
Due to the sudden trip, Yamada's butt slammed hard to the floor as his whole body went numb from the soreness, he tried to use his free hand to stand back , but suddenly, Takaki jerked him up, losing balance, Yamada fell straight onto the man's chest and just a blink of an eyes, his whole body's already pinned hard onto the sofa by the older.
His mind felt so dizzy, still not yet to regain his soul back and the next thing he knew was that his lips already being captured by Takaki's .
- Hmmm ….. hmmmm…!!!
The man kissed him passionately .Yamada gasped and struggled under the kiss, his eyelashes closing tightly because of the fear. The aggressive kiss with full of surprise, the strange feeling made his whole body burning and stiffen . Takaki kissed him so deep that he forgot whose air he was breathing. Didn't wait for so long, the man's tongue was sweeping boldly into Yamada's mouth. The greedy tongue slid over his own, playing on his, coaxing his, stroking eagerly against his, all wet , slick and destructive. Yamada shakily tried to escape but failed, both of his wrists were gripped firmly by the older, his legs were forced to spread wide apart , and pressed hard against the sofa.
Yamada's mind went all blunt, his head felt dizzy like he was inebriated. His face slowly turned from pink to red because of lacking too much oxygen. Realizing the boy almost stopped breathing, Takaki just slowly broke the kiss off. Yamada coughed constantly, his lips were tormented that it started to get swollen.
Takaki suddenly shuddered. The boy in front of him was too seductive. His eyes shrouded with a dreamy look as though he couldn't get enough of Yamada's beauty. In the depths of his mind, there was something just breaking off, the boundary line that he tried to draw in between them, or the rope he always used to tie his aspiration. He looked down at Yamada, eyes filled with lust.
- Are you trying to provoke me?You said you would do everything I wanted from you, didn't you?
He nearly whispered, the look was like burning the boy's fragile heart, voice was deep and seductive.
Didn't wait for Yamada to catch his breath or understand anything in his words, Takaki stood up, grabbing firmly the boy's wrists, he violently pulled him going up to the stairs. Yamada tried to struggle out of him but it was no avail. His tired body was mercilessly dragged , his elbow went numb because of affliction. His legs were bumped onto the chairs, hitting on the stairs, then bang against the door, hurt.
Just when Yamada realized that he was standing on his own foot, it had no way to go out. He was surprised and trembled when recognizing the familiar scene in front of his eyes.
Takaki's room.
.............
END CHAP 3.
A/N: Ryo-chan, I'm sorry. Because Yuya is a pervert. NC -17 for the next chapter. T.T