angst; vague descriptions of a heated sexual encounter (there really isn't anything graphic)
I'll be Damned (578 words)
His eyes were different.
Bottomless, azure, and persistently cold, he had the type of eyes that never shied away from a challenging gaze.
But they had changed, and Haruka Nanase didn't like it.
It made him wonder if his own eyes had changed without his knowledge, and he didn't like the thought of that.
The blue-eyed raven couldn't actually remember noticing Sousuke Yamazaki's eyes on the night of their transgression— not before, during, or even after that transgression. He wished he had noticed, having learned what unexpectedly telling windows they were to the other boy's soul.
He had noticed his voice.
"Nanase..."
It had been throaty; passionate— unexpectedly so. Haruka had remained silent, face tilted down and gaze locked on the expanse of smooth, glistening skin before him.
The hands holding his shoulders had been large and strong, almost hypnotically so. The pressure of hot skin against skin was scorching, and yet somehow comforting. He couldn't move and, much to his surprise, had found that he didn't want to try.
"What are you doing?" It had been a simple enough question.
"Shut up." It wasn't an answer, but had somehow satisfied Haruka.
It had satisfied him enough so that he tipped his head back, closing his eyes and accepting the kiss that was thrust upon him.
The day after, Sousuke's eyes were different. Haruka saw it as clear as if he was looking through crystalline water. Perhaps Rin didn't notice; perhaps Makoto didn't. But Haruka noticed, and he longed to ask another question: "Why?"
But he had the feeling that he would get the same non-answer if he did.
"Shut up."
"Nanase?"
It was the very object of his musings.
And his voice— it was somewhere between "normal Sousuke" and "last night Sousuke."
"What?"
"You're staring off into space."
"How nice of you to notice."
They stared at each other for a moment, silent. But Sousuke's eyes had changed, and Haruka had the unshakable feeling that his had, as well.
He didn't like the thought of that.
He wanted to ask why— not "Why did we do it?" or "Why did it feel so good?" Those answers weren't important.
He wanted to ask "Why did this change us?"
He wanted to ask "Why do I want more of you?"
Sousuke had felt heavy over him— hips resting on hips, chest brushing against chest. They had been pressed close together, for Sousuke had chosen to prop himself up on elbows as opposed to supporting himself with his palms.
Easier on his shoulder, Haruka had figured.
Sousuke had been surprisingly vocal— grunting, groaning, occasionally growling the name of his unsuspecting partner. Haruka had been quieter, occasionally letting out breathy little moans but more often finding himself unable to make a sound despite a gaping mouth as he fought for air.
It had all been entirely too much.
He had felt hot— tense and aroused and alive. Sousuke had invaded every part of his body, filling him and overwhelming him with an intoxicating pretense. It had been rough, yes, but Haruka had also felt the incredible strength that Sousuke held in check throughout— the strength that he knew, instinctively, could have easily broken him.
His ear still hurt where it had been bitten, and each twinge of pain made his stomach coil tightly.
FILL: TEAM MATSUOKA RIN/RYUUGAZAKI REI, M
I'll be Damned (578 words)
His eyes were different.
Bottomless, azure, and persistently cold, he had the type of eyes that never shied away from a challenging gaze.
But they had changed, and Haruka Nanase didn't like it.
It made him wonder if his own eyes had changed without his knowledge, and he didn't like the thought of that.
The blue-eyed raven couldn't actually remember noticing Sousuke Yamazaki's eyes on the night of their transgression— not before, during, or even after that transgression. He wished he had noticed, having learned what unexpectedly telling windows they were to the other boy's soul.
He had noticed his voice.
"Nanase..."
It had been throaty; passionate— unexpectedly so. Haruka had remained silent, face tilted down and gaze locked on the expanse of smooth, glistening skin before him.
The hands holding his shoulders had been large and strong, almost hypnotically so. The pressure of hot skin against skin was scorching, and yet somehow comforting. He couldn't move and, much to his surprise, had found that he didn't want to try.
"What are you doing?" It had been a simple enough question.
"Shut up." It wasn't an answer, but had somehow satisfied Haruka.
It had satisfied him enough so that he tipped his head back, closing his eyes and accepting the kiss that was thrust upon him.
The day after, Sousuke's eyes were different. Haruka saw it as clear as if he was looking through crystalline water. Perhaps Rin didn't notice; perhaps Makoto didn't. But Haruka noticed, and he longed to ask another question: "Why?"
But he had the feeling that he would get the same non-answer if he did.
"Shut up."
"Nanase?"
It was the very object of his musings.
And his voice— it was somewhere between "normal Sousuke" and "last night Sousuke."
"What?"
"You're staring off into space."
"How nice of you to notice."
They stared at each other for a moment, silent. But Sousuke's eyes had changed, and Haruka had the unshakable feeling that his had, as well.
He didn't like the thought of that.
He wanted to ask why— not "Why did we do it?" or "Why did it feel so good?" Those answers weren't important.
He wanted to ask "Why did this change us?"
He wanted to ask "Why do I want more of you?"
Sousuke had felt heavy over him— hips resting on hips, chest brushing against chest. They had been pressed close together, for Sousuke had chosen to prop himself up on elbows as opposed to supporting himself with his palms.
Easier on his shoulder, Haruka had figured.
Sousuke had been surprisingly vocal— grunting, groaning, occasionally growling the name of his unsuspecting partner. Haruka had been quieter, occasionally letting out breathy little moans but more often finding himself unable to make a sound despite a gaping mouth as he fought for air.
It had all been entirely too much.
He had felt hot— tense and aroused and alive. Sousuke had invaded every part of his body, filling him and overwhelming him with an intoxicating pretense. It had been rough, yes, but Haruka had also felt the incredible strength that Sousuke held in check throughout— the strength that he knew, instinctively, could have easily broken him.
His ear still hurt where it had been bitten, and each twinge of pain made his stomach coil tightly.
He hated the reminder.