These times
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+G through L › King of Fighters
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
1,305
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0
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Currently Reading:
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These times
I made this while at work, I was bored~
Basically, Ash uses Beni though he does regret what he did it isn't forgiven so easily.
Beni was a rich guy when he meets Ash and Ash uses him for his money and other valuable items. When the times comes for Ash to ditch the place and leave with all the valuables he has a change of heart. He knows he's been in love with Beni so when his partners come to take the things away he stays along with one of Beni's most valuable possessions, a music box given to him by his grandmother. Well when Beni comes home to an empty house filled with only Ash clutching the music box he gets more than a little pissed.
This story does have to alternate endings both of which are kept safely inside me and kada-chan's head.
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The only times that were good were times when day slept. Ash would crawl into bed early, as soon as he could only to feel his body’s warmth. There he would lay waiting for Benimaru to finally make his way out of his office to their bedroom.
He would dress for bed in his walk in closet while Ash held his breath, eyes closed in a fake sleep. He would hear him making his nightly rituals, moving around the room, the shuffling of his clothes. Then the bed would tilt with extra weight and the sound of the click of the lights turning off would soon follow.
They would both lie there quietly; only the sounds of their breathing could be heard in the dark room. That’s the way most of their nights would be, long gone were the days they would chat quietly on the couch the dogs lounging on the floor, gone were the days were they had picnics together, shared champagne, kind words, kisses, hugs, actual love.
Now Benimaru always locked the door and set up the laser alarms up as he left for work. Ash would stay staring out the window in his large cage with only the dogs for company, waiting for his return.
They would have dinner quietly together, Benimaru in a hard cold shell. His face set much like he would look during a hard business deal. Never taking a chance to give Ash a kind word or look. After dinner he would shut himself in his office, he no longer went out in blue jeans and a t-shirt to play with the two lonely dogs.
That was why night meant so much to Ash now. During the night as they uncomfortably fell asleep their bodies having a mind of their own would touch. These small touches would engulf them both in heat and they would share in something Ash held so dear. It was only during sex that Benimaru would show what his feelings once were. He would caress his face lovingly, whisper small words of beauty and love to him, and take such care of Ash’s needs to even forget his own. He would then hold him tightly, kisses falling onto Ash’s skin like a rare rain.
It was only until he caught his breath that the smaller blonde got to indulge in this spontaneous love. For as soon as Benimaru’s breathing normalized he turned his back facing Ash with a cold silence. It was only on rare, stiff occasions they slept face to face.
It was when deeply frustrated yet full of guilt Ash lifted a hand to just barely touch Benimaru’s bare shoulder. He had turned a hand, quickly and angrily to swat him away. Ash had recoiled, drawing his hand back and closing his eyes tightly. Instead of the fist he had expected the back of his hand began to touch his cheek softly. He opened his Caribbean blue eyes which had been tightly closed until that moment and he stared into Benimaru’s true blue ones.
Benimaru’s face held so much betrayal and depression it made Ash’s throat close up. He ran his fingers through his hair lightly and his finger pads touched his pale skin before he quickly closed his eyes in pain and turned his face into the pillow slightly.
“Go to sleep.” He had muttered huskily as their faces drew close yet their wanting lips didn’t touch. Noses slightly touching they drifted uneasily into sleep with Benimaru’s hand still in Ash’s hair and Ash’s own hand tenderly touching his wrist in an attempt to keep him there.
Basically, Ash uses Beni though he does regret what he did it isn't forgiven so easily.
Beni was a rich guy when he meets Ash and Ash uses him for his money and other valuable items. When the times comes for Ash to ditch the place and leave with all the valuables he has a change of heart. He knows he's been in love with Beni so when his partners come to take the things away he stays along with one of Beni's most valuable possessions, a music box given to him by his grandmother. Well when Beni comes home to an empty house filled with only Ash clutching the music box he gets more than a little pissed.
This story does have to alternate endings both of which are kept safely inside me and kada-chan's head.
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The only times that were good were times when day slept. Ash would crawl into bed early, as soon as he could only to feel his body’s warmth. There he would lay waiting for Benimaru to finally make his way out of his office to their bedroom.
He would dress for bed in his walk in closet while Ash held his breath, eyes closed in a fake sleep. He would hear him making his nightly rituals, moving around the room, the shuffling of his clothes. Then the bed would tilt with extra weight and the sound of the click of the lights turning off would soon follow.
They would both lie there quietly; only the sounds of their breathing could be heard in the dark room. That’s the way most of their nights would be, long gone were the days they would chat quietly on the couch the dogs lounging on the floor, gone were the days were they had picnics together, shared champagne, kind words, kisses, hugs, actual love.
Now Benimaru always locked the door and set up the laser alarms up as he left for work. Ash would stay staring out the window in his large cage with only the dogs for company, waiting for his return.
They would have dinner quietly together, Benimaru in a hard cold shell. His face set much like he would look during a hard business deal. Never taking a chance to give Ash a kind word or look. After dinner he would shut himself in his office, he no longer went out in blue jeans and a t-shirt to play with the two lonely dogs.
That was why night meant so much to Ash now. During the night as they uncomfortably fell asleep their bodies having a mind of their own would touch. These small touches would engulf them both in heat and they would share in something Ash held so dear. It was only during sex that Benimaru would show what his feelings once were. He would caress his face lovingly, whisper small words of beauty and love to him, and take such care of Ash’s needs to even forget his own. He would then hold him tightly, kisses falling onto Ash’s skin like a rare rain.
It was only until he caught his breath that the smaller blonde got to indulge in this spontaneous love. For as soon as Benimaru’s breathing normalized he turned his back facing Ash with a cold silence. It was only on rare, stiff occasions they slept face to face.
It was when deeply frustrated yet full of guilt Ash lifted a hand to just barely touch Benimaru’s bare shoulder. He had turned a hand, quickly and angrily to swat him away. Ash had recoiled, drawing his hand back and closing his eyes tightly. Instead of the fist he had expected the back of his hand began to touch his cheek softly. He opened his Caribbean blue eyes which had been tightly closed until that moment and he stared into Benimaru’s true blue ones.
Benimaru’s face held so much betrayal and depression it made Ash’s throat close up. He ran his fingers through his hair lightly and his finger pads touched his pale skin before he quickly closed his eyes in pain and turned his face into the pillow slightly.
“Go to sleep.” He had muttered huskily as their faces drew close yet their wanting lips didn’t touch. Noses slightly touching they drifted uneasily into sleep with Benimaru’s hand still in Ash’s hair and Ash’s own hand tenderly touching his wrist in an attempt to keep him there.