Welcome to Mizer House, Ch. 17/x
Title: Welcome to Mizer House
Chapters: 17/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kai/??? (open pairing)
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: Hurr. This update took forever. Writer's block is a monolithic douche, and I might rewrite this chapter. But anyways, here's the update. I hope no one's forgotten about this story yet. *meep*
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen}
Within less than a week after Byou and I established that we really liked each other, I learned a whole lot of things about dating. The first one of them all was how fucking stressful the first date was. It didn’t matter that Byou had seen me at my most unflattering (nude, even) and probably wouldn’t give a shit about what I wore or how I looked. I was no goddamn fruitcake, but all of a sudden the clothes in my closet looked horrendous, and that made me panic like a fucking girl.
My best friend amused himself with how I didn’t even think of any of this shit until we got home from school, several hours after Byou and I agreed to see a movie that night. A massive wave of insecurity had suddenly swept over me, and I went from not knowing what the hell to wear to wanting to skin myself alive for being particularly hideous that day. Surprisingly enough, Nao understood, somewhat; apparently, it’s normal, even for guys, to feel really self-conscious before a date. Sure, guys generally had shorter prep times, but that didn’t make us any less unsure of ourselves.
What wasn’t normal was how I went digging around the kitchen for ingredients for a facial mask.
Nao was clearly no longer amused, and I was clearly going insane. I completely ignored his instructions to “dude, relax” as I desperately tried to remember what my mother put in the goop she used to slather on her face. My best friend wanted nothing to do with the dark art of mixing egg white and lemon juice, so he called his girlfriend and begged her for tips to help me get a fucking grip.
“Once he figures out that he isn’t as ugly as he thinks he is, he’ll be fine,” Yui said over speakerphone. “For now, get a sheet of nori, wet it, and put it on his face. Peel the nori off once it dries up.”
Nao’s expression was oozing of disbelief and devoid of mirth. “What?”
“Get a sheet of nori, wet-”
“I heard what you said, babe, but…why?”
“Seaweed is great for the skin, grasshopper. Try it on yourself too, if you want.”
“If I do that, will I get a kiss?”
I went ahead and moistened a piece of nori, trying to pretend that I couldn’t hear Nao and Yui flirting over the phone. It made me wonder how it felt to have a…conventional relationship. Byou and I weren’t a mushy couple, and really, disgusting sweet talk was the last thing I wanted from him. In the few days thus far that Byou and I had been an item, nothing really changed in how we treated each other. We still put up with each other’s asstardness. I still woke up to seeing his nude models posing on our bedroom floor, and I still woke him up in the middle of the night when I’d be cursing at my homework.
We did, however, smile at each other more often.
I laid wet strips of nori all over my face. Nao chuckled as soon as he saw me. “Yui, you’re brilliant. Kai looks better already.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really, I like the sushi roll look on you. You look delicious.”
“Flirt with your girlfriend, Murai.”
A few minutes later, the nori strips dried up, and I peeled them off my face when they did. Nao was right; Yui was brilliant. My skin felt like it did when I was a toddler. I also smelled like a mermaid, but that didn’t matter. I felt ten times more attractive than I did just a few minutes ago. I wanted to call my mother about this great beauty tip, but I decided not to. I didn’t want to risk freaking her out and her starting a long discussion on my yet-to-exist sex life with my male roommate.
Sex.
I thought about it some more while I washed my face, attempting to rinse the kelp-like smell off my skin. I knew for a fact that Byou was no prude. There was no doubt that we were going to talk about sex sooner or later. I wasn’t ready for the conversation, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready for the actual act. I didn’t know jackshit about sex apart from what I saw in some porn videos that featured girls, and even I knew that real sex wasn’t like that.
Still, it wasn’t like I didn’t want it to happen.
“My legs are too hairy.”
Nao nearly dropped his phone, and whatever he was telling Yui quickly left his head. It was near impossible to make Nao forget things, but I was able to pull it off. I, however, was too busy being psychotic to celebrate my achievement.
“I need to wax my legs.”
Awkward silence enveloped us for a few seconds. Then Yui’s voice broke through the air. “Sugar, water, and lemon juice.”
I later found my half-naked self in my room, hoping Byou wasn’t going to be home for the next hour or so. Finally giving up on convincing me that this was totally unnecessary, Nao slathered homemade sugar wax over a patch of my bare leg. I grimaced as the substance touched my skin. The stickiness alone was gross enough, and it made me wonder how the hell girls could do this regularly.
Watching Nao place a strip of T-shirt cotton on the sugary mess, I sighed. I really wanted to do this by myself, but Yui told me that it’s faster if someone else did it for me. I did want this done as soon as possible, and even though it occurred to me that this might have been a horrible prank Yui was playing on me, I had to trust her. I had to trust her and Nao.
My best friend pressed his fingers on the cotton strip. “Anytime you’re ready, dude.”
I was positive that I had an uneasy look on my face, but I was determined to get this done. “On the count of three. Okay?”
“Alright.”
Nodding, I took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. “One-”
Rip.
By this time, I had washed the brine-like smell off my face and the sugary wax off my now hairless legs. I had also rinsed off my hatred for that bastard I had for a best friend (who was probably still laughing his fucking ass off). From when I put my clothes on until now, no one said anything about how revolting I looked. That was more than enough evidence to show me that I really didn’t have anything to worry about.
But only Byou could convince me. “I’ve never seen you wear that before,” he remarked, pointing at the Lamb of God T-shirt I was wearing. “Looks cool.”
That alone was worth all the pre-date stress, and he hadn’t even seen my legs yet.
No one really made a comment about us two guys seeing a movie together. It was probably largely due to the fact that it was an action movie, and tons of other guys were seeing it with their buddies. It still made me wonder, though, about what people would think if they knew we were a couple. Our relationship hadn’t been broadcasted yet, and to my knowledge, the only other person in Mizer who knew about us was Nao. I wondered how things would be once the other guys found out. Once our families found out.
Just as I began imagining my family’s reaction, something touched my knee.
Oh my goodness. Byou was making his move. I stayed completely still, eyes trained on the movie screen. I didn’t want to react without knowing what Byou intended. Of course it’s more likely he’d want to do nasty things, I thought. But maybe he’s just being sweet. Maybe. May-
My train of thought came at a sudden halt as I felt Byou’s hand slowly, slowly slide up my thigh. The heat that flooded my cheeks pulled on the muscles of my neck and made me turn my head to look at Byou. He was still staring at the screen, but he now wore a smile. It also could have been because of the kickass fight scene that was playing, but shit, I’m sure it was because he knew that I could no longer ignore him.
I looked at the screen again and tried to concentrate on the movie. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Not yet.
That plan failed when I felt his fingertips slide toward my hip. Byou was still staring at the screen, but his hand kept moving. I knew he was a fiend, but what the hell, right here? In public? No, there was no way I was going to let that happen; I had to react. I lifted my hand and gave Byou’s a swat.
I let out a gasp as Byou’s hand went splat and left a gooey mess on my thigh. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It didn’t take me very long to process that whatever was crawling up my thigh wasn’t Byou, nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, or any other part belonging to a man.
It was probably the only time moviegoers ever watched a car chase scene accompanied by exploding popcorn and a bloodcurdling scream.
“Stop laughing!”
Oh, but Byou didn’t stop. He found my stunt at the movie theater way too funny to do so. I huffed as I continued walking beside Byou, on our way back to the dorm. I quietly wrote put cockroaches into extinction in my mental bucket list. I was going to kill every single one of those bastards if it was the last thing I’d do.
The sound of Byou’s laugh was my only consolation, really. Even though it did make me want to ask if Kyo ever made Byou laugh like this, it was enough for me to deem that this date went well.
The night, however, wasn’t over. Right as Byou and I crossed an intersection not too far away from Malice, throngs of guys came approaching our location from all directions. All wearing T-shirts with Greek symbols on them, they appeared to have been from a nearby university. Before one of us could ask what the hell was going on, the guys proceeded to yell curses at each other and wave the baseball bats and crowbars they had in their hands.
They didn’t look happy.
“Shit.”
While the men proceeded to beat the crap out of each other, Byou and I struggled to get the fuck out of their way. The big piles of testosterone that these guys were refused to make it easy for us, though. When we pushed, they pushed back. Some of them attacked, thinking we were from their rival fraternity. Byou and I knew better than to be polite and say something like “excuse us, gay high school couple coming through,” to a mob of angry frat boys, so we merely pushed and dodged, avoiding as much injury as we could.
Injury found me soon enough as a random guy punched me in the face.
My horizon went vertical upon impact. The pain on my cheek was more than enough to make me want to curse, but I was too dizzy to say a word. I struggled to stay standing; if I fell on my ass, nothing was going to stop these guys from stepping on me and kicking me around and ending my life.
“Fuck off.”
Just as the world stopped looking blurry, I saw Byou grab someone else’s baseball bat. Frame by frame, I watched him swing at the people standing in our way. It was almost surreal to watch Byou, usually calm and collected, go off his rocker and beat the shit out of people. It didn’t matter who it was, or how many they were; if they stood in his fucking way, Byou attacked.
Then someone struck at Byou’s shoulder with a hockey stick.
I saw red.
The next few minutes were a blur of curses, blunt pain, and Byou and myself fighting our way out of the crowd. Whatever we missed from the movie definitely wasn’t as intense or as scary as this. This had no special effects or choreographed fights. What Byou and I witnessed, experienced even, was real brawling - real struggle, real fear.
Byou and I eventually got out of the riot’s general vicinity. All bruised and banged up, we hobbled our way back to the dorm, thanking our lucky stars that we made it back alive. Byou went to get a first aid kit while I dragged my beaten ass to the kitchen to get ice for our bruises. I couldn’t help but laugh at how just a few hours earlier, I was on the exact same spot, frantic, excited. I was trying to make myself look better, only to have a bunch of frat boys to beat me up later on. That wasn’t even what pissed me off the most - Byou got hurt, and I couldn’t protect him as much as I wanted to.
While I was wallowing in self-pity, I didn’t notice that someone walked into the kitchen. I did only when he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Byou?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I couldn’t protect you well enough.”
As Byou’s arms tightened around me, I stayed still and closed my eyes. Byou pressed his body on my back, and his warmth flowed onto every bruise. He didn’t have to tell me; I knew he couldn’t bear to be left alone again.
I didn’t even want to imagine what it would have felt like if I lost Byou.
I turned around and held Byou in a tight embrace. After a few seconds, I loosened my hold on his waist and tilted my head as one hand touched his cheek. I didn’t care about the pain on my body anymore. I was too busy feeling the pain in my chest.
Too preoccupied hearing nothing but my own heartbeat and Byou’s warm breath against my mouth.
Having had one too many blows on the head might have contributed to it, but Byou’s kiss rendered me unable to discern dream from reality. His hands slid up my chest, and he wrapped his arms around neck, pulling me closer. We both hissed when our bruised lips pressed firmly against each other, but the sting was forgotten in an instant as we carried on and deepened the kiss. I stayed still, not knowing what the hell to do, as I had never done this before. As if he totally understood, Byou parted his lips and closed them around my battered lower lip. It hurt, but why it felt so damn good was beyond me.
It could have been because of Byou’s tongue gently brushing on my lip right afterwards.
I breathed in sharply, and my fingers dug into the small of Byou’s back. I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or whatever else, but Byou sent a moan buzzing on my lips. My mind wasn’t working too well from when this night started anyway, so I gave up on using it and went on ahead and parted my lips.
Our tongues touched, and my brain short-circuited.
The static that ripped through my chest hit me harder than any hit I took earlier. With our lips still locked, our tongues brushed against each other, and the taste of blood, mint, and longing filled my mouth.
Right when Byou pulled away, we heard the refrigerator door close. I stopped long enough to realize who walked into the kitchen while Byou and I were making out.
“N-Nao?”
My best friend swallowed the bite he took from his sandwich. He didn’t stop walking; he obviously felt awkward and wanted to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. “Carry on.”
Before Nao touched the doorknob, to my shock, Byou began undoing his pants. “Hey, Nao.”
Nao turned around to find Byou pulling his now undone pants down to his knees. “It’s not what it looks like, Nao!” Byou yelled, fully intending to make the entire dorm hear him.
Chuckling, I began working on taking off my own pants. After what happened tonight, Byou and I needed someone to bully. Nao might have had enough terrorizing from me earlier, but whatever. He, quite literally, walked right into this one.
“Wh-what the fuck!” My best friend exclaimed before turning around and running for the stairs with Byou and myself, sans pants and sans sanity, shuffling after him.
“Wait, Nao, it’s not what you think!”
“Stay the fuck away from me!”
Injuries now completely forgotten, I laughed loudly. I ignored the residents who were probably thinking by now that streaking had become my new hobby. Maybe it was. It very well may have been, as long as Byou was by my side. As long as we weren’t alone.
A/N: Special thanks to dominique_xxx and ronnieshade for many of the ideas used in this chapter.
Chapter 18
Chapters: 17/x
Author: konicoffee
Genre: School life, Slice of Life, Drama, AU, Humor?, Crack with Plot, Smut (some chapters)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.
Warnings: Extreme OOC-ness, language
Rating: R
Pairings/Characters: Kai/??? (open pairing)
Bands: The GazettE, ScReW, Malice Mizer, Alice Nine, An Cafe, SuG, more to be added later
Synopsis: Kai is in high school. He lives in an all-male dormitory with bizarre and quirky, but extremely attractive residents. Adventures, drama, and temptation fill the interiors of Mizer House. Premise is roughly based on Koko wa Greenwood.
Comments: Hurr. This update took forever. Writer's block is a monolithic douche, and I might rewrite this chapter. But anyways, here's the update. I hope no one's forgotten about this story yet. *meep*
Chapters: {Cast} {One} {Two} {Three} {Four} {Five} {Six} {Seven} {Eight} {Nine} {9A} {Ten} {10A} {Eleven} {Twelve} {Thirteen} {13A} {Fourteen} {Fifteen} {Sixteen}
Within less than a week after Byou and I established that we really liked each other, I learned a whole lot of things about dating. The first one of them all was how fucking stressful the first date was. It didn’t matter that Byou had seen me at my most unflattering (nude, even) and probably wouldn’t give a shit about what I wore or how I looked. I was no goddamn fruitcake, but all of a sudden the clothes in my closet looked horrendous, and that made me panic like a fucking girl.
My best friend amused himself with how I didn’t even think of any of this shit until we got home from school, several hours after Byou and I agreed to see a movie that night. A massive wave of insecurity had suddenly swept over me, and I went from not knowing what the hell to wear to wanting to skin myself alive for being particularly hideous that day. Surprisingly enough, Nao understood, somewhat; apparently, it’s normal, even for guys, to feel really self-conscious before a date. Sure, guys generally had shorter prep times, but that didn’t make us any less unsure of ourselves.
What wasn’t normal was how I went digging around the kitchen for ingredients for a facial mask.
Nao was clearly no longer amused, and I was clearly going insane. I completely ignored his instructions to “dude, relax” as I desperately tried to remember what my mother put in the goop she used to slather on her face. My best friend wanted nothing to do with the dark art of mixing egg white and lemon juice, so he called his girlfriend and begged her for tips to help me get a fucking grip.
“Once he figures out that he isn’t as ugly as he thinks he is, he’ll be fine,” Yui said over speakerphone. “For now, get a sheet of nori, wet it, and put it on his face. Peel the nori off once it dries up.”
Nao’s expression was oozing of disbelief and devoid of mirth. “What?”
“Get a sheet of nori, wet-”
“I heard what you said, babe, but…why?”
“Seaweed is great for the skin, grasshopper. Try it on yourself too, if you want.”
“If I do that, will I get a kiss?”
I went ahead and moistened a piece of nori, trying to pretend that I couldn’t hear Nao and Yui flirting over the phone. It made me wonder how it felt to have a…conventional relationship. Byou and I weren’t a mushy couple, and really, disgusting sweet talk was the last thing I wanted from him. In the few days thus far that Byou and I had been an item, nothing really changed in how we treated each other. We still put up with each other’s asstardness. I still woke up to seeing his nude models posing on our bedroom floor, and I still woke him up in the middle of the night when I’d be cursing at my homework.
We did, however, smile at each other more often.
I laid wet strips of nori all over my face. Nao chuckled as soon as he saw me. “Yui, you’re brilliant. Kai looks better already.”
“Shut up.”
“No, really, I like the sushi roll look on you. You look delicious.”
“Flirt with your girlfriend, Murai.”
A few minutes later, the nori strips dried up, and I peeled them off my face when they did. Nao was right; Yui was brilliant. My skin felt like it did when I was a toddler. I also smelled like a mermaid, but that didn’t matter. I felt ten times more attractive than I did just a few minutes ago. I wanted to call my mother about this great beauty tip, but I decided not to. I didn’t want to risk freaking her out and her starting a long discussion on my yet-to-exist sex life with my male roommate.
Sex.
I thought about it some more while I washed my face, attempting to rinse the kelp-like smell off my skin. I knew for a fact that Byou was no prude. There was no doubt that we were going to talk about sex sooner or later. I wasn’t ready for the conversation, and I sure as hell wasn’t ready for the actual act. I didn’t know jackshit about sex apart from what I saw in some porn videos that featured girls, and even I knew that real sex wasn’t like that.
Still, it wasn’t like I didn’t want it to happen.
“My legs are too hairy.”
Nao nearly dropped his phone, and whatever he was telling Yui quickly left his head. It was near impossible to make Nao forget things, but I was able to pull it off. I, however, was too busy being psychotic to celebrate my achievement.
“I need to wax my legs.”
Awkward silence enveloped us for a few seconds. Then Yui’s voice broke through the air. “Sugar, water, and lemon juice.”
I later found my half-naked self in my room, hoping Byou wasn’t going to be home for the next hour or so. Finally giving up on convincing me that this was totally unnecessary, Nao slathered homemade sugar wax over a patch of my bare leg. I grimaced as the substance touched my skin. The stickiness alone was gross enough, and it made me wonder how the hell girls could do this regularly.
Watching Nao place a strip of T-shirt cotton on the sugary mess, I sighed. I really wanted to do this by myself, but Yui told me that it’s faster if someone else did it for me. I did want this done as soon as possible, and even though it occurred to me that this might have been a horrible prank Yui was playing on me, I had to trust her. I had to trust her and Nao.
My best friend pressed his fingers on the cotton strip. “Anytime you’re ready, dude.”
I was positive that I had an uneasy look on my face, but I was determined to get this done. “On the count of three. Okay?”
“Alright.”
Nodding, I took a deep breath. Inhale. Exhale. “One-”
Rip.
By this time, I had washed the brine-like smell off my face and the sugary wax off my now hairless legs. I had also rinsed off my hatred for that bastard I had for a best friend (who was probably still laughing his fucking ass off). From when I put my clothes on until now, no one said anything about how revolting I looked. That was more than enough evidence to show me that I really didn’t have anything to worry about.
But only Byou could convince me. “I’ve never seen you wear that before,” he remarked, pointing at the Lamb of God T-shirt I was wearing. “Looks cool.”
That alone was worth all the pre-date stress, and he hadn’t even seen my legs yet.
No one really made a comment about us two guys seeing a movie together. It was probably largely due to the fact that it was an action movie, and tons of other guys were seeing it with their buddies. It still made me wonder, though, about what people would think if they knew we were a couple. Our relationship hadn’t been broadcasted yet, and to my knowledge, the only other person in Mizer who knew about us was Nao. I wondered how things would be once the other guys found out. Once our families found out.
Just as I began imagining my family’s reaction, something touched my knee.
Oh my goodness. Byou was making his move. I stayed completely still, eyes trained on the movie screen. I didn’t want to react without knowing what Byou intended. Of course it’s more likely he’d want to do nasty things, I thought. But maybe he’s just being sweet. Maybe. May-
My train of thought came at a sudden halt as I felt Byou’s hand slowly, slowly slide up my thigh. The heat that flooded my cheeks pulled on the muscles of my neck and made me turn my head to look at Byou. He was still staring at the screen, but he now wore a smile. It also could have been because of the kickass fight scene that was playing, but shit, I’m sure it was because he knew that I could no longer ignore him.
I looked at the screen again and tried to concentrate on the movie. I wasn’t going to give him that satisfaction. Not yet.
That plan failed when I felt his fingertips slide toward my hip. Byou was still staring at the screen, but his hand kept moving. I knew he was a fiend, but what the hell, right here? In public? No, there was no way I was going to let that happen; I had to react. I lifted my hand and gave Byou’s a swat.
I let out a gasp as Byou’s hand went splat and left a gooey mess on my thigh. Holy. Fucking. Shit. It didn’t take me very long to process that whatever was crawling up my thigh wasn’t Byou, nor hand nor foot, nor arm nor face, or any other part belonging to a man.
It was probably the only time moviegoers ever watched a car chase scene accompanied by exploding popcorn and a bloodcurdling scream.
“Stop laughing!”
Oh, but Byou didn’t stop. He found my stunt at the movie theater way too funny to do so. I huffed as I continued walking beside Byou, on our way back to the dorm. I quietly wrote put cockroaches into extinction in my mental bucket list. I was going to kill every single one of those bastards if it was the last thing I’d do.
The sound of Byou’s laugh was my only consolation, really. Even though it did make me want to ask if Kyo ever made Byou laugh like this, it was enough for me to deem that this date went well.
The night, however, wasn’t over. Right as Byou and I crossed an intersection not too far away from Malice, throngs of guys came approaching our location from all directions. All wearing T-shirts with Greek symbols on them, they appeared to have been from a nearby university. Before one of us could ask what the hell was going on, the guys proceeded to yell curses at each other and wave the baseball bats and crowbars they had in their hands.
They didn’t look happy.
“Shit.”
While the men proceeded to beat the crap out of each other, Byou and I struggled to get the fuck out of their way. The big piles of testosterone that these guys were refused to make it easy for us, though. When we pushed, they pushed back. Some of them attacked, thinking we were from their rival fraternity. Byou and I knew better than to be polite and say something like “excuse us, gay high school couple coming through,” to a mob of angry frat boys, so we merely pushed and dodged, avoiding as much injury as we could.
Injury found me soon enough as a random guy punched me in the face.
My horizon went vertical upon impact. The pain on my cheek was more than enough to make me want to curse, but I was too dizzy to say a word. I struggled to stay standing; if I fell on my ass, nothing was going to stop these guys from stepping on me and kicking me around and ending my life.
“Fuck off.”
Just as the world stopped looking blurry, I saw Byou grab someone else’s baseball bat. Frame by frame, I watched him swing at the people standing in our way. It was almost surreal to watch Byou, usually calm and collected, go off his rocker and beat the shit out of people. It didn’t matter who it was, or how many they were; if they stood in his fucking way, Byou attacked.
Then someone struck at Byou’s shoulder with a hockey stick.
I saw red.
The next few minutes were a blur of curses, blunt pain, and Byou and myself fighting our way out of the crowd. Whatever we missed from the movie definitely wasn’t as intense or as scary as this. This had no special effects or choreographed fights. What Byou and I witnessed, experienced even, was real brawling - real struggle, real fear.
Byou and I eventually got out of the riot’s general vicinity. All bruised and banged up, we hobbled our way back to the dorm, thanking our lucky stars that we made it back alive. Byou went to get a first aid kit while I dragged my beaten ass to the kitchen to get ice for our bruises. I couldn’t help but laugh at how just a few hours earlier, I was on the exact same spot, frantic, excited. I was trying to make myself look better, only to have a bunch of frat boys to beat me up later on. That wasn’t even what pissed me off the most - Byou got hurt, and I couldn’t protect him as much as I wanted to.
While I was wallowing in self-pity, I didn’t notice that someone walked into the kitchen. I did only when he wrapped his arms around me from behind.
“Byou?”
“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I couldn’t protect you well enough.”
As Byou’s arms tightened around me, I stayed still and closed my eyes. Byou pressed his body on my back, and his warmth flowed onto every bruise. He didn’t have to tell me; I knew he couldn’t bear to be left alone again.
I didn’t even want to imagine what it would have felt like if I lost Byou.
I turned around and held Byou in a tight embrace. After a few seconds, I loosened my hold on his waist and tilted my head as one hand touched his cheek. I didn’t care about the pain on my body anymore. I was too busy feeling the pain in my chest.
Too preoccupied hearing nothing but my own heartbeat and Byou’s warm breath against my mouth.
Having had one too many blows on the head might have contributed to it, but Byou’s kiss rendered me unable to discern dream from reality. His hands slid up my chest, and he wrapped his arms around neck, pulling me closer. We both hissed when our bruised lips pressed firmly against each other, but the sting was forgotten in an instant as we carried on and deepened the kiss. I stayed still, not knowing what the hell to do, as I had never done this before. As if he totally understood, Byou parted his lips and closed them around my battered lower lip. It hurt, but why it felt so damn good was beyond me.
It could have been because of Byou’s tongue gently brushing on my lip right afterwards.
I breathed in sharply, and my fingers dug into the small of Byou’s back. I couldn’t tell if it was from pleasure or whatever else, but Byou sent a moan buzzing on my lips. My mind wasn’t working too well from when this night started anyway, so I gave up on using it and went on ahead and parted my lips.
Our tongues touched, and my brain short-circuited.
The static that ripped through my chest hit me harder than any hit I took earlier. With our lips still locked, our tongues brushed against each other, and the taste of blood, mint, and longing filled my mouth.
Right when Byou pulled away, we heard the refrigerator door close. I stopped long enough to realize who walked into the kitchen while Byou and I were making out.
“N-Nao?”
My best friend swallowed the bite he took from his sandwich. He didn’t stop walking; he obviously felt awkward and wanted to get the fuck out of there as soon as possible. “Carry on.”
Before Nao touched the doorknob, to my shock, Byou began undoing his pants. “Hey, Nao.”
Nao turned around to find Byou pulling his now undone pants down to his knees. “It’s not what it looks like, Nao!” Byou yelled, fully intending to make the entire dorm hear him.
Chuckling, I began working on taking off my own pants. After what happened tonight, Byou and I needed someone to bully. Nao might have had enough terrorizing from me earlier, but whatever. He, quite literally, walked right into this one.
“Wh-what the fuck!” My best friend exclaimed before turning around and running for the stairs with Byou and myself, sans pants and sans sanity, shuffling after him.
“Wait, Nao, it’s not what you think!”
“Stay the fuck away from me!”
Injuries now completely forgotten, I laughed loudly. I ignored the residents who were probably thinking by now that streaking had become my new hobby. Maybe it was. It very well may have been, as long as Byou was by my side. As long as we weren’t alone.
A/N: Special thanks to dominique_xxx and ronnieshade for many of the ideas used in this chapter.
Chapter 18