Lucifer A Mann
10:12:23 PM February 12, 1998
All disclaimers apply except for the concept of the story, which is MINE! MINE, YOU HEAR?
Warning! Story has Yaoi and lemon in the second part.
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Les Valentino's
Today is Valentine's. I clutch my present for you tightly, against my chest. It is rather cumbersome, though small, but I had chosen it carefully. For nobody but you.
I am in Japan, and Japan is influenced enough by westerners for me to know about their Valentine's. A day for a person to show that you love and care for the person and a day for the person to either be accepted or rejected. I hope I will be accepted, for whatever meaning you take the present as. Because—I myself do not know what feelings I have for you.
Friendship was what it used to be. But then I realized that I had been starting to feel like what I felt for Rose then. There is only one difference. This feeling for you is much much stronger than whatever I have for Rose.
Somehow I had sneaked out of the hospital room and gotten it for him. He had been tired, and dozed off right in the big armchair, all the luggage left in his Mercedes. He had found a place to stay, and invited me over, too. So I agreed, and he used that to encourage me to get well. Typical of him. But no matter what, it was as important as anything was to me. God was being kind when he created Ken.
I sneak past him and went back to bed. I have some things in my pockets, but those were from god knows how many years ago when I thought of him and wanted to give him for Friendship Day.
He stirs, and yawns, before smacking his lips. "Oh, mornin', Ryu."
I smile, putting a hand on the blanket. "You must be tired."
"On the contrary, yeah." He replied.
You'll never know what I did just now. "Want to let me help you unpack?"
"No. You stay here. Guile has already agreed to help me with the baggage. Besides, you might run away again."
I shrug.
"Well, I have to brush my teeth." It does take a long time for him to go to the outside toilet, and suddenly I realize that there is a toilet in my private room. He is taking a long time…
Finally, he returns. I look at him unsuspectingly, thinking that probably he forgot all about what a private room has. "Ryu…" He stops, undaring to face me. I am surprised, but quickly retain myself.
"Yeah?"
"Duh… Do you have a girlfriend?" He is suddenly shy.
"No, of course not. Why?"
"Just asking." He says.
"Well, I am okay now. Why not go to your house instead?"
"Really?" He asks, and probes at me on all the bandaged parts. I try not to scream, and succeed.
"Okay…" He says. "So let me check you out."
"Thanks." Normally I ran away from the hospital since I never need nurses. Perhaps except for Ken, I think, rather cheekily. Then, realizing what dirty thoughts I have, I shake my head, trying to get rid of all the images.
So, after being checked out, Guile drove us to Ken's home, well, and my home, and carried all the luggages into his house, since Ken refuses to let me walk by myself. We manage to reach his bungalow, which has its private beach, at long last, and I settle down in a big armchair. Guile chats with us for a while and finally returns to the army.
Alone at last, I ask Ken what he has been doing the past few years. He hesitates for a few moments before telling me of the romance of it all.
"I was in the smallest continent, and after I fought this girl called Bryan. Well, that was what she insisted for me to call her, and at first I did not realize that she was actually a he, she was so beautiful—though her face was rather big and her eyes pointed at the end— plus she was wearing makeup. She was rather tall, up to half my neck. That's tall for a woman. And rather short for a guy. Though maybe it's because I'm too tall.
Anyway, we fought for a rather long time before I decided to risk all my energy. She was thinking the same thing, but did not know that I was also thinking of the same thing. I managed to win her. So, she invited me into her house. It was a big bungalow by the seaside, and she explained that she was actually a descendant of a billionaire, but hates all businesses. Of course, her pastime is fighting, and she's into computers. That explains why she knew about me. I was in the boxing ring and the all American champion before getting rather good results in the tournament. She challenged me, because she did the check randomly. Her computer can also tell the future, coincidentally or not, which is true. I settled down at her place for a while, before she finally decides she loves me, which is just on Valentine's day. So we went on a date, and so on. I decided that I was falling in love with her, though I was always thinking of you and feeling romantic with your thoughts rather than being with her."
"So… Did you lose your…"
"Ch'! Never! I never found that she was a he before she stripped in
front of me and showed me."
"Since she was courting you, why?"
"She had absolute trust in her computers. I was supposed to love you as it said later." He ahems, a little blushing, and asks, "Can I continue?"
"Sorry…"
"Well, As I said, we were dating. I lived off her, though I was not happy about it. I had my pride, while she wants me to be her house pet. So I went to acting after going to the beach and getting a proposal. I thought it was great, but she was displeased since I had practically no time for her since then. I had a big quarrel with her, and she finally agreed. The tricky thing was, she was rich and could pay people more than what they could earn for not doing the movie. I lost my job in the long run and she made me go back. I wasn't suspecting her then, anyway. She had told me everything to make me come back."
I felt a little hurt. He had to be pushed to come back? He came back not because of me? But her?
I shake my head, and listen.
"So some years went by, she never touched me and I never wanted to touch her. It was like I did not love her enough to do so. But she did try to get closer, and I promptly ignored all of the hints. She fought, and I also fought as a living. She fought for fun, but it was only a bit of difference. I always won her, and with more ease than the last time. I was learning more and improving. It was when she saw, on her computer that I was to go back to you because… because… well, that thing… She decided that since I… er… that thing… you… I should come back to you as you are suffering and so am I.
She showed that to me a few weeks before Valentine's, which is today. We were done watching the movies, and she takes me into her room before telling me about my returning. I laughed, and tried to reassure her. She persisted, and suddenly she punched me and as I sit back, she's begun stripping right in front of me. Finally, I got the shock of my life. She had no breasts, and has what a guy has. So I fainted. When I woke up she—he—told me about everything he had done. I wasn't believing, but nor was I really not considering it. Finally, I was still reluctant, so he decided that I should leave if I lost to him in battle."
"You lost?"
"No. I won." Seeing my confused expression, he explains everything. "I still can remember his words. 'Only your heart knows the truth. You can deny yourself, Ken, but your heart will never lie'. That woke me up. I actually love you, but I have been treating her as a refuge."
"You… What?"
"I… Love you. Really. I was thinking about it. Even if you reject me—heck, anyone will—I will come back to you." He looks up at me, holding out a little beautifully wrapped box. I take it, speechless. "You must think I'm a gay… BUT! I hope you can still be my best friend…"
I smile. "Now… Now I know what I've been thinking and feeling about you. Ai shiteru, Ken…" I hold out my own crudely wrapped heart-shape. He takes it, as speechless as I was.
"I…"
"I love you." I say, and his tears finally run freely down his scarred cheeks. I also do likewise; it was all too great.
He rushes forward to hug me, and we kiss.
Part two(lemon)
I broke off the kiss and stood, Ken still cradled in his arms. I walked over to the bed and lay Ken down on the sheets that covered the comforter. All thoughts disappeared when I see Ken's beautiful form contrasting against the pure white colour of the sheets, and the beauty of the picture takes my breath away.
He cups my face in his palm as I sit beside him on the feather-covered bed. I clasp Ken's hand in my own and lean down to resume kissing my beloved. I slide his tongue between his teeth, exploring the blonde's warm mouth. He responded, hesitantly and clumsily at first, but quickly putting more passion and skill into the kiss.
With a smile Ken moves his mouth to my neck, gently sucking and biting. A small gasp of pleasure escaped me as the new sensations hit me. When he slides his hands under my shirt and began to softly stroke my nipples, I hiss and suddenly his thoughts filled my mind. The power of love links us up together; we explored each other's thoughts and emotions as we explored each other's bodies.
Neither could quite recall when both had lost our clothing, but now our sweat-slicked bodies are intertwined. Ken bites and sucks at my nipples, his hands roaming about my chest and stomach. I run his hands through Ken's silken hair, then slips his hands down his lover's back, causing me to shiver as Ken's warm hands dance along my spine.
Suddenly he rolls, flipping myself underneath him. He bites gently at my ears, throat and collarbone, his small fangs leaving twin indentations at each spot. He pushed himself off of me, and for a moment, stared down. I look back at the beautiful human.
I remember you through time and space.
I think, This will not end in tragedy. We will be together as long as we both live, and we shall find each other again in the next life. My love for you is no dream.
We were so deeply connected that he heard every word as if it were spoken, and the emotional force behind the thought expressed all those things which cannot be put into words. He returned the emotion with equal force, and smiled.
I rejoice at the sight of his bright smile, for I had never seen Ken smile in pure joy before. Smirks, grins, stares, whatever I have gotten truckloads. I think that it is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my many years of life.
He shifted so that he lay atop and slightly beside me and reached down to gently grasp my semi-erect sex. I hissed in shock as pleasure radiated from my previously untouched member. As Ken began a slow, regular caressing motion my hiss becomes a deep purr, and I dig my nails into the feathers beneath him. I feel my own penis grow swiftly erect from the onslaught of sensations.
I roll to the side so that I am halfway facing Ken and began to emulate Ken's caresses. Both lovers gasp and froze as we both each experience the other's pleasure added to our own. After a few instants Ken recovers from the shock and a playful smile illuminates his face.
I stared at him dubiously, and Ken can sense my uncertainty. Before I could speak, Ken silence me with a kiss and, while I was distracted, slide his index finger into my anus. I arch my back and moan into the kiss as Ken slowly slips in a second, then a third finger, stretching the tight opening. Because of the link, Ken can feel both my pain and nervousness, and he reassures me with a thought. He slides his fingers out of my anus, rolls so that he was on his knees above my prone body, lifted my legs and hooked my ankles around his waist.
With a last reassuring thought, Ken slides between my legs and slips his erect sex into my opening. For a moment we were frozen in a tableau, bodies interlocked, as the mingled pleasure and pain hit us full force. Then Ken begins to slowly move in and out of me, achieving full penetration after about three or four thrusts. When he felt my pain lessen and all but disappear, he begins to increase the intensity of his movements. I begin to rock my hips in sync with Ken, and our slick bodies slide against each other in perfect harmony.
As pleasure overwhelms us both we lost track of where each ended and the other began. For one brief moment we were as one in mind, body and soul. Backs arched, we orgasmed together, and then lie gasping in each other's arms.
Slowly, gradually, our minds begin to separate and clear. I curl closer to Ken and manage to send one last, drowsy thought before I fall asleep.
Ai Shiteru.
***
I am awakened, naked on the bed, with Ken lying besides me. He is asleep, and I study his beautiful features, though there were scars on his cheek. I trace his scar, and he flinches. I immediately shut my eyes, hoping that he would not notice that I am awake. I do not want to wake him. He is not awake, not yet. I peer over at the clock. Eleven forty-five.
I doze off for a while, before looking intently into his face. Out of the corner of my eyes, I catch a glimsp of his eyes opening and I quickly shut my eyes. He plants a kiss on my cheek, and says, "I love you, too."
I smile. We continue to lie there, throughout the whole night, even when it was not Valentine's. He's going to be with me for quite a while, I sense.
The End
Lucifer A. Mann
Saturday, February 14, 199812:26:20 AM
ED song :
Sixth Sense
Heart
Is a container
Not stopping of containing
About your every bit
Though I
Always keep my mouth shut
Yet full of thoughts of you
Moistening my eyes
Wo…
Because
I think of you too much
So I'm scared
This loneliness as big as no ending
If I can run to you now
Hug you tightly
I will not hesitate
Sixth sense tells me we should belong to each other
Or I would not be unable to stop everytime
Thinking about you becoming a problem
Waiting for you till it's holding on
The longing in my eyes can't be hidden and is so true
Sixth sense tells me we should belong to each other
Or I would not always be like I've lost something
In the daytime in a blink
In the night in the signal of breath
All have signals of how much I love you, think of you.
Sung by Jeff Chang.
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OP is in How I wish you know.
Author's notes…
Hi… Happy Valentine's to the world.
Today I'm giving Randall a token of my heartbeats of him… I dunno whether he will accept it or not. I hope he does. Because I know what rejection is like, and I will never want to taste rejection in this direction.
Wish me luck, okay? And I mean good luck!
Valentine's my fave season, though so far I haven't found a valentine yet.I hope this year I do—Randall! But no matter what, I hope I can still be an ideal perfectionist romantc.
Sayonara!
All disclaimers apply except for the concept of
the story, which is mine. Well, some parts of Part two belongs to someone
else… sorry, since I can never write Lemon stories. The translations of
the song is done by me.
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