[One shot] Under my mask
Title: Under my mask
Author: tsuchi8562
Beta: yuuki_saya chuu~! Arigatou
Paring: SakurAiba
Rating: NC-17-ish
Genre: AU
Disclaimer: I don't own nothing but a plot....
A/N: A dream I saw yesterday...
Everything seemed to be in the right place: the sun was slowly disappearing behind the skyscrapers; evening wind was gently touching his hair and he was left unnoticed, as always. He loved the sunsets, because it was the sign that he can finally go out from his hideaway and walk in the darkness… He could be free then. Free, but lonely. He gently touched the mask he was wearing; mask that was his face for 8 years now and that showed only small part of his face - lips; lips that never showed a smile. The masked man slowly came out from the white building and closed the door behind, gently touching the tablet with his name: Sakurai Sho.
***
The park was empty, as usual at this part of the day. Silence was like blessing, bringing a peace to a sore soul and broken heart. Darkness was a shelter for those who wanted to stay unspotted. It was perfect place for Sakurai.
He didn’t walk on the sidewalks, like he was still afraid that he can meet somebody. Wandering between trees, he was looking like a phantom, but that was the only place he could be himself; he didn’t remove the mask though. That was the only thing that had to stay unchanged, his last wall that could protect him. He was safe that way. After few hours he noticed some strange, big thing, lying next to a pond; close to the main path. Sho started to stare like hypnotized, because he recognized in the object an unconscious man. Sakurai wasn’t aware how long he was standing like that, but after several minutes he found himself kneeling next to the man. The unconscious man was wet, barely breathing and incredibly calm. His face was soft, smooth and extremely beautiful; with water drops here and there, kissable lips and delicate cramps that were the prophecy of awakening.
Soon the most beautiful pair of brown eyes looked at him, without understanding, and that one look made masked man’s heart skip a beat.
- Where am I? Who are you? - The wet man rubbed his head with grimace of pain. As soon as his eyes met Sho’s he became silent. Slim, tall man with white mask that covered almost all of his face was staring at him without a word. He looked like some kind of character from a horror movie, but there was something in his barely noticeable eyes that could bring peace and calm.
- My name is Aiba Masaki… Thanks for saving my life… Could you tell me your name?
Sakurai remained silent, still admiring the perfect face, without any scars… His delicate fingers started to touch it softly trying to remember every detail. Surprisingly Masaki sat still; probably shock was too big to make any move. Suddenly some flashlights blinked in the darkness and the masked man immediately ran away, leaving confused Aiba alone.
***
Along with the rising sun, the door to Sho’s mansion closed. It was a ritual already; sun was the determinant of his daily routine. He went to the bedroom and laid on the bed lost in thoughts. He was avoiding people for a long time now; he broke all of his friendships, he ran away from his family. Today it was the first time for those damned 8 years when he dared to come that close to a human being. For heaven’s sake, he even touched him! Why? Was it because of that man and his perfect face? Million of questions were hanging in the air, disturbing Sakurai’s sleep. After a couple of hours of lying and staring at the ceiling he decided to go around his big room with hope that this will let him erase the image of soft cheeks, almond eyes and full lips. Walking around the bedroom, he stopped next to the large mirror covered with a silk, lavender sheet. Sho finally understood what will make him forget, there was only one way… quickly, without any hesitation he pulled the sheet, and saw a silver frame of glass pane. Then, with fear, he reached to the mask, and just put his hand on it, trying to confirm that this is a good idea. He heated his own face. After that accident he looked at his own reflection only twice; every time breaking the mirrors afterwards. This time he has to do it in order to remove the painful feeling of jealousy; the feeling he had in his heart for several hours…
He was about to taken off the mask, when he heard some weird sound. Someone was inside the house! A thief? A murderer? The sound repeated, this time closer; shortly after the doors for the master bedroom opened and someone came in, almost crawling. Sakurai didn’t know what to do, so he just stood there, trying to understand what was going on and who dared to disturb him in his own home. The intruder stood up, faced the door, carefully locked them and took few steps back, tripping up and landing on the bed.
Sakurai’s eyes met those specific, almond eyes… the ones from the park, hypnotizing and unforgettable.
- What are you doing here? - Sho asked, full of rage, on himself or on the intruder, he didn’t know.
Aiba jumped out of bed in one second, and with fear written on face bowed deeply.
- I’m really sorry, but they were chasing me and I had to hide somewhere… Can I stay here? Please, for few days… I’ll go as soon as I can, I promise…
- No. Leave - only those two words came from Sakurai’s throat; then he left the room, heading towards the entrance in silence. Masaki tried to catch him up, and because he was quite fast, he managed to do it right before they reached the exit.
- Wait! You saved my life and now you want to let them kill me?
- I didn’t save you.
- But you were there! You pulled me out from that water!
- No, I didn’t. I just found you, lying unconscious… That’s it. Now, please, find yourself another hideaway. Goodbye.
Both of them were standing without any move, staring at each other. Aiba sighed and tried once more:
- Please… I know you’re not a heartless person… I can see that in your eyes. Please… Don’t let them get me… - Masaki got down on his knees and bowed, begging for his life.
Sakurai was confused; he was afraid of any kind of contact with people, but he had a heart… The masked man sighed, turned around and started his monologue.
- OK, but only 3 days, no more. You can sleep in the room behind this door, but you have to clean it. If you’re hungry, the kitchen is upstairs, second doors on the right. It would be better if I didn’t have to see you. And now, forgive me, but I need to go to sleep.
- Sleep? But it’s noon! Hey~! - Aiba’s doubts left unanswered and only quiet smack of the door was heard in the long hallway.
Masaki could finally look around the house. The corridor was extremely long, and one parie was made entirely from glass - windows were from the floor to the ceiling. All walls were pure white; sunshine made it even whiter. The survivor felt tired too, so he just threw himself on the bed in ‘his’ room and shortly after that he fell asleep.
***
Another sunset, another sign of freedom. Sakurai, as always went out the building, heading towards park, but this time he wasn’t alone. Few steps behind him his new tenant was following him, silent. After few minutes, Sho stopped and turned around.
- Stop following me!
- Why? I wanted to go out!
- Aren’t you hunted? You should stay in your room… Didn’t I tell you that I don’t wanna see you anymore?
- Come on, don’t be so stiff! Let’s go! - With a big smile on his face, Masaki took the masked man arm and walked along. Sakurai was shocked, and probably because of that removing his hand from Masaki’s took a lot of time. But it was enough to feel some strange chills; the touch was gentle and soft. Sho forgot that simple touch can be like that, pleasurable, gentle and insatiable… 8 years without any physical contact made him starving for it, and a lot more… He was aware that it’s impossible, not with that face… Aiba’s voice brought him back to earth.
- Are you listening to me? Geez! I’m talking to you!
- Why you just can’t leave me alone?
- Because I don’t want to… Besides, as you said, I am hunted but I wanted to leave the house… I’ll be safe with you. Come on, let’s go for a walk! - He took Sakurai’s arm again and started to walk happily. The owner of the house was really surprised by that man’s behavior; he was so trustful and perhaps that was the reason of his problems. This act made Sho relax a bit. It was really a slight feeling, but having happy and bouncing person next to him on one side made him smile, on the other - he felt massive pain in his heart. He was alone for that long time, he adjusted himself for that, there was no other way… He was a monster; a beast that had to be isolated from people…
They arrived to the same park where they met yesterday; the night was hot and quite humid. Sakurai walked lost in thoughts, slowly, without any particular destination. His ‘partner’ was talking all the time, but the masked man wasn’t listening to him… Suddenly some flashlights were visible in the middle of the park; it looked like that some people were looking for something… or somebody… Masaki stopped almost immediately and with fear in his eyes looked at Sho. Soon, the lights became closer and it seemed that both of night walkers in a while will be discovered. Without thinking, the masked man grabbed Aiba and pulled him behind some big rock, covering his mouth to prevent any shouts.
They stayed for a while like that: Sakurai sitting on the ground with Aiba on his laps, covering his lips. After a moment, when everything seemed to be safe, they remained that way, but Sho took his hand off Masaki’s lips. Something strange and intense was in the air, creating some strange kind of bond between them. This magical moment was broken by Aiba, who tried to take off the white mask. Sho grabbed his hand and just shook his head, trying not to spoil this moment completely. Soon he felt Masaki’s lips on his and a tongue that tried to taste him. Sakurai didn’t feel anything like that for a long time, so he returned the kiss back.
Their tongues played a wet game, exploring each other’s mouths, becoming more and more passionate and insatiable. Masaki’s hand tried to get under the masked man’s shirt, and that was the thing that light up the red ‘STOP’ sign inside Sho’s head. He was aware that if he let Aiba touch him, his protection wall will fall down; that he will want to keep that man forever and ever, never letting him go… As soon as he managed to free himself, he ran towards his home, to the only place he could feel safe…
***
The silk, lavender sheet was still lying on the floor; some small lamp was illuminating the room; the game of the light and shadows finally started to calm Sakurai down. The memory of the kiss and the touch was still fresh and intense, that he could feel those hands on his chest… Wait a minute… It wasn’t just his imagination; it was real.
- Stop… - Sho whispered. Those fingers made him suffer… - Please, stop…
- I don’t want to… - Masaki whispered also, straight to the masked man’s ear. It brought shivers running down Sakurai’s spine, but at that level he managed to push his accidental tenant away.
- I asked you to stop…
Aiba didn’t reply; he was just staring, with slightly unbuttoned shirt and messy hair. He looked incredibly hot and innocent at the same time, especially with those sparks in his eyes. He came closer, bit his lips a bit and smiled.
- And I said that I didn’t want to… - Masaki reached to the mask, for the second time this night, and, as before he was stopped.
- Don’t…
That request didn’t convinced Aiba, especially when it was said with hoarse and quiet voice, so he touched the white material and gently removed it from Sakurai’s face. He saw terrifying scar running through Sho’s right cheek and moved back few steps with fear… The owner of the house quickly grasped the mask and tried to put it back on, but Masaki stopped him.
- No, leave it…
- I look like a monster! Don’t look at me!
- No… you look beautiful… You are beautiful… - Aiba came slowly and kissed the scar delicately, moving to his lips without a rush. That little gesture made Sakurai go wild; he ripped his soon-to-be lover’s shirt, pushing him on the bed and holding his wrist tightly. He was longing for touch for so long, that now he became like an avalanche that can’t be stopped.
Sho’s body was craving for touch, but he was still afraid that even a little graze of those fingers will pierce his soul, so he just kissed, licked, sucked and soon he got lost in the act that much, that he loosen up the grip. When he reached the edge of Masaki’s jeans, he got back to reality for a while, still feeling his tenant’s hands on chest.
- I think that we should stop…
- Why? Don’t you like it?
- I can hurt you… Nobody touched me for a long time… It’ll be better if you leave…
- No… I want to stay… I’m not afraid of pain… Nee… Tell me your name… I want to scream it tonight over and over again…
- I’m Sho… Sakurai Sho…
- Nice name… - Aiba moved closer and put his hands on Sakurai’s hips. - Come here…
Sho couldn’t resist anymore; he stood still, while Masaki was unzipping his pants and found hardened member with his mouth. The younger man started to lick and suck slowly, bringing Sakurai to the edge of sanity. The man with scar on his face pulled Aiba’s hair, bringing him closer; just too feel him more and more, releasing silent moans from his throat. When Masaki could feel some juices, he stopped and wiping his lips, he looked at the face of the owner of the house. That one gaze was enough; Sho turned around Aiba almost brutally and pulled down his jeans. Covering himself with lube, that was brought by Masaki; he went in him in one, rough move, making his guest hiss with pain. He was thrusting aggressively with one hand pulling his hair and the other stroking Aiba’s manhood in one rhythm. The younger man was screaming Sakurai’s name between the groans of pain and pleasure, asking for more. Sho seemed to be insatiable; he changed the position after a while, and now he saw those beautiful eyes right in front of him and started to move inside the holder of that incredible face, this time slower, gradually increasing the speed. Masaki’s hands were caressing Sakurai’s chest, trying to pull him even closer and whispering the same word over and over, like a mantra. ‘Sho… Sho… Sho…’ - the name was filling the room, and its owner finally came, kissing his lovers lips and hiding his face in Aiba’s shoulder. Masaki held him like a treasure and when he felt that Sakurai’s crying he embraced him even tighter.
The scarred man looked with his teary eyes on his lover’s face and started to lavish it with kisses, crying and whispering incomprehensible words.
- Thank you… - Sho whispered and sat on the edge of the bed.
- What for?
- For that little lie…
- Lie?
- You said that I’m beautiful…
- Because it’s the truth.
- It’s not…
- It is! Why don’t you believe me?
- Because I have my own eyes, and I can see…
- Then you’re blind… - Aiba caressed the scar gently and kissed it. - I hope that you will see yourself through my eyes someday…
- Who knows? Maybe you’ll teach me that? - Sakurai smiled and kissed that perfect lips, trying to engrave in his memory every touch, every gaze and every taste… Because it was their last night together… Probably…