Silver and Charcoal
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Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
3
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2,112
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6
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Silver and Charcoal - III
Author's Note: Finally, at last, chapter three. It really was long and I'm sorry about it all. I just hope that the year between the two chapters will not affect it too much, but I still know where I'm going.
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Of Silver and Charcoal
Chapter II
The room seemed colder now. IT probably because it was a mere reflection of his feelings, but Lee did not feel comfortable anymore. He simply glanced over his shoulder one last time to catch the sight of his brother, still sitting there under the soft moonlight, and he let out a long sigh. What was he to do? Kazuya was not just dense, there were just things that he refused to see, things that were obvious but that his narrow mind could not simply accept for what they were. He stood by the large window for a moment, feeling the wind brush against his very pale skin before he slammed it shut in anger.
Lee hated to get pissed off against his brother. The reason was simple. He could never win at that: He loved him far too much to stay angry for more than thirty minutes. It was sad, and at the same time it was a good thing. That night, it was just a sad fact, because he would really have liked to stay angry... but he could not. He walked away from the window very slowly, and he headed to his bed. For a moment, he stood only by it, not even touching the sheets. He stared for a long time, wondering what he was doing in that house, wondering... why he still stayed there. He was still a little bit too young to leave this place, but sometimes he just wish that he could. He thought, that maybe with the distance, those feeligns would stop torturing him. And as much as he hoped, he kenw that it would just make them worse anyways. It was hard to live this kind of life to know you love something you can't have, to know you're not part of your own world. It was not easy.
The boy was not certain as of what to do, but he had to pass his anger somehow. His long fingers ran through the silky strands of his pale hair. He just sighed it all away, as he usually did, and he stripped himself. His clothes were carefully folded and he placed them on the chair sitting at the end of his bed. He made sure that there was no fold on them, and that they would be ready for the next day.
It was only when he was naked that he walked back over to his bed and he unfold his sheets, slipping on them. He curled on his side, and snuggled into his silky sheets. It was the only place in the house taht he was feeling good. He was not really so lazy, and that was not the main problem... it was just there that he was feeling like there was no one that could really affect him. His brother did not ahve that grasp on his heart anymore... that thought made his very being melt, his thoughts were now focused on the japanese boy.
Chaolan almost wished that he could prove himself to the other boy, and that would pretty much be what h would dedicate his life to from that moment. He had made his declaration, as subtle as it was, and had only been rejected by Kazuya. He had faced that barrier, and he kenw that it would be hard to get passed it, unless Kazuya did develop feelings toward him... but what were the odds of that.
The chinese boy was just another teenager; he had feelings and hormones. His eyelids fell deeply over his dark eyes, and he let the images flow. At first, it was just pictures of him beating the Hell out of his brother for his stupidity. IT would be good to beat some sense into him, to make him understand that they did not have to be cold like that, they did not need to argue, or to think that the other was just really stupid.
But those images did not last for long. Soon, he had something else in mind. Clothes had soon gone and he knew that he was lost into his own fantasies. Kazuya had lost his shirt, and he was just at his mercy beneath him. Just the thought of having that control over his brother, and to be able to touch him the way he was doing in his mind made his body stir alive. He had not thought that this would happen, but with the way he was curled, he could feel the stiffness against his own thigh. And the images in his mind were helping in no way.
He heard in his ears his brother calling for him, he could almost feel his breath over his pale skin. He hardly noticed that his own hand was brought down to his length, and that he tentativly started to rub over it. It was not something terrible, it was not the first time that he had done that, but usually he did that in the bathroom, or when Kazuya was away. Not he knew that he might be interrupted by the other boy, but he did not care so much, if that alone could make his brother understand how he was really feeling.
"....Kazuya......" Lee whispered very softly. He was really lost inside his head and he did not need to really think about anything else. He let his fingers brush over his length and he sighed very softly. His eyes were rolled back into his skull. He sighed very softly, feeling so good under his own ministration.
The dark haired teen had seen his brother leave the roof, and he could tell that he had upset him somehow. And so he stood after a few minutes to follow after him, and going back to their room. By the time he came to the window, he was just in time to look inside, and see Lee resting on his back, and he could see that thing poking the sheets, creating a tent. He really did not want to intrude him at that time, but he just looked at his flushed face, noting how cute he could look like that.
He wondered for a moment where that thought had come from, but he could not really linger on it too long. He felt forced to move aside and he just thoguht that he should wait until he was done before coming in the room. Kazuya could not explain it, but a part of him felt compelled to look over. He hated it, he was feeling like a perverted little fagget, but he just like the look on that face... moreover.. there was nor much to see, sheets were pretty much hiding everything, and it did leave quite a lot to his imagination. He did not dare to try to picture it, but hius mind really was acting on its own. And so he was left gaping, brown eyes scanning over the other boy's form.
It made his demon blood stir, it made something that he could not understand within him boil with a form of need that he had not felt before. A quick thought passed through his thoughts: He wanted to possess him.
He could read those lips when he saw his muscles tighten as he came. The words that had been whispered was undoubtedly his.
Ka...zu...ya...
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Author's Note [part II!]: Sorry about this, but this story has been dropped.. at least for the moment. I can't seem to find the drive to write it anymore.. =_= I almost feel like I don't know where this is going.. but maybe it will catch me again later! Stay posted!
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Of Silver and Charcoal
Chapter II
The room seemed colder now. IT probably because it was a mere reflection of his feelings, but Lee did not feel comfortable anymore. He simply glanced over his shoulder one last time to catch the sight of his brother, still sitting there under the soft moonlight, and he let out a long sigh. What was he to do? Kazuya was not just dense, there were just things that he refused to see, things that were obvious but that his narrow mind could not simply accept for what they were. He stood by the large window for a moment, feeling the wind brush against his very pale skin before he slammed it shut in anger.
Lee hated to get pissed off against his brother. The reason was simple. He could never win at that: He loved him far too much to stay angry for more than thirty minutes. It was sad, and at the same time it was a good thing. That night, it was just a sad fact, because he would really have liked to stay angry... but he could not. He walked away from the window very slowly, and he headed to his bed. For a moment, he stood only by it, not even touching the sheets. He stared for a long time, wondering what he was doing in that house, wondering... why he still stayed there. He was still a little bit too young to leave this place, but sometimes he just wish that he could. He thought, that maybe with the distance, those feeligns would stop torturing him. And as much as he hoped, he kenw that it would just make them worse anyways. It was hard to live this kind of life to know you love something you can't have, to know you're not part of your own world. It was not easy.
The boy was not certain as of what to do, but he had to pass his anger somehow. His long fingers ran through the silky strands of his pale hair. He just sighed it all away, as he usually did, and he stripped himself. His clothes were carefully folded and he placed them on the chair sitting at the end of his bed. He made sure that there was no fold on them, and that they would be ready for the next day.
It was only when he was naked that he walked back over to his bed and he unfold his sheets, slipping on them. He curled on his side, and snuggled into his silky sheets. It was the only place in the house taht he was feeling good. He was not really so lazy, and that was not the main problem... it was just there that he was feeling like there was no one that could really affect him. His brother did not ahve that grasp on his heart anymore... that thought made his very being melt, his thoughts were now focused on the japanese boy.
Chaolan almost wished that he could prove himself to the other boy, and that would pretty much be what h would dedicate his life to from that moment. He had made his declaration, as subtle as it was, and had only been rejected by Kazuya. He had faced that barrier, and he kenw that it would be hard to get passed it, unless Kazuya did develop feelings toward him... but what were the odds of that.
The chinese boy was just another teenager; he had feelings and hormones. His eyelids fell deeply over his dark eyes, and he let the images flow. At first, it was just pictures of him beating the Hell out of his brother for his stupidity. IT would be good to beat some sense into him, to make him understand that they did not have to be cold like that, they did not need to argue, or to think that the other was just really stupid.
But those images did not last for long. Soon, he had something else in mind. Clothes had soon gone and he knew that he was lost into his own fantasies. Kazuya had lost his shirt, and he was just at his mercy beneath him. Just the thought of having that control over his brother, and to be able to touch him the way he was doing in his mind made his body stir alive. He had not thought that this would happen, but with the way he was curled, he could feel the stiffness against his own thigh. And the images in his mind were helping in no way.
He heard in his ears his brother calling for him, he could almost feel his breath over his pale skin. He hardly noticed that his own hand was brought down to his length, and that he tentativly started to rub over it. It was not something terrible, it was not the first time that he had done that, but usually he did that in the bathroom, or when Kazuya was away. Not he knew that he might be interrupted by the other boy, but he did not care so much, if that alone could make his brother understand how he was really feeling.
"....Kazuya......" Lee whispered very softly. He was really lost inside his head and he did not need to really think about anything else. He let his fingers brush over his length and he sighed very softly. His eyes were rolled back into his skull. He sighed very softly, feeling so good under his own ministration.
The dark haired teen had seen his brother leave the roof, and he could tell that he had upset him somehow. And so he stood after a few minutes to follow after him, and going back to their room. By the time he came to the window, he was just in time to look inside, and see Lee resting on his back, and he could see that thing poking the sheets, creating a tent. He really did not want to intrude him at that time, but he just looked at his flushed face, noting how cute he could look like that.
He wondered for a moment where that thought had come from, but he could not really linger on it too long. He felt forced to move aside and he just thoguht that he should wait until he was done before coming in the room. Kazuya could not explain it, but a part of him felt compelled to look over. He hated it, he was feeling like a perverted little fagget, but he just like the look on that face... moreover.. there was nor much to see, sheets were pretty much hiding everything, and it did leave quite a lot to his imagination. He did not dare to try to picture it, but hius mind really was acting on its own. And so he was left gaping, brown eyes scanning over the other boy's form.
It made his demon blood stir, it made something that he could not understand within him boil with a form of need that he had not felt before. A quick thought passed through his thoughts: He wanted to possess him.
He could read those lips when he saw his muscles tighten as he came. The words that had been whispered was undoubtedly his.
Ka...zu...ya...
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Author's Note [part II!]: Sorry about this, but this story has been dropped.. at least for the moment. I can't seem to find the drive to write it anymore.. =_= I almost feel like I don't know where this is going.. but maybe it will catch me again later! Stay posted!