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Yaye, fic musings. Totally not what anyone actually wants me to update, although this IS a variation off of Sinful.
Part one
Kaito felt a rush of wind and winced in pain as his ears popped as if he'd been sent hurtling up several kilometers into the air. His lover, if Heiji could be called that, really, was holding onto him tightly, lips touching the curve of his brow. The Osakan's tongue dipped over a shallow cut on Kaito's forehead; a cut the thief had gotten after a fall.
Well, okay, so he was shoved to the ground so Heiji could have his way with him, but it hadn't been so bad. A little dizzy, and there was a wet stickiness down the side of his face where the cut bled, but Heiji seemed intent on cleaning it up. If only it didn't STING when he licked the cut.
He had his hands fisted in Heiji's jacket, almost as if trying to keep him at bay, and one foot slid to the side to get his balance back.
That was when several things clued him in as wrong. One was the lack of city lights. There was star light, which was weird, but no bright, familiar city lighting. Two, the ground beneath his feet shifted with his weight, which rooftop concrete was not supposed to do, last time he checked. Finally, the sound of waves. Those did not belong in the middle of Osaka.
"H-Heiji....stop..." He choked slightly as Heiji sucked on the wound.
The crack of wood in a fire made them both freeze. Clearly they weren't the only ones there, and now Heiji, too, knew that things weren't how they should be.
Kaito pulled away from Heiji sharply, face red, cause with his clothes rumpled as they were and the blood he could still feel on his face, he knew he must look quite a sight.
Heiji sneered slightly. even with the campire throwing weird shadows over the three beside it, he could recognize the Brit just as quick as Kaito did.
Kaito blushed, panicking slightly. Shit.
Part one
Kaito felt a rush of wind and winced in pain as his ears popped as if he'd been sent hurtling up several kilometers into the air. His lover, if Heiji could be called that, really, was holding onto him tightly, lips touching the curve of his brow. The Osakan's tongue dipped over a shallow cut on Kaito's forehead; a cut the thief had gotten after a fall.
Well, okay, so he was shoved to the ground so Heiji could have his way with him, but it hadn't been so bad. A little dizzy, and there was a wet stickiness down the side of his face where the cut bled, but Heiji seemed intent on cleaning it up. If only it didn't STING when he licked the cut.
He had his hands fisted in Heiji's jacket, almost as if trying to keep him at bay, and one foot slid to the side to get his balance back.
That was when several things clued him in as wrong. One was the lack of city lights. There was star light, which was weird, but no bright, familiar city lighting. Two, the ground beneath his feet shifted with his weight, which rooftop concrete was not supposed to do, last time he checked. Finally, the sound of waves. Those did not belong in the middle of Osaka.
"H-Heiji....stop..." He choked slightly as Heiji sucked on the wound.
The crack of wood in a fire made them both freeze. Clearly they weren't the only ones there, and now Heiji, too, knew that things weren't how they should be.
Kaito pulled away from Heiji sharply, face red, cause with his clothes rumpled as they were and the blood he could still feel on his face, he knew he must look quite a sight.
Heiji sneered slightly. even with the campire throwing weird shadows over the three beside it, he could recognize the Brit just as quick as Kaito did.
Kaito blushed, panicking slightly. Shit.