Title: The Red Roses are... Lustful.
Author: warumono_girl
Band/Pairing: KaixRuki (Gazette)
Theme: 20. Lust(30emotions)
Rating: PG
Warnings: none, besides my English.
Word Count: 569
Summary: Feelings shouldn't be kept locked on our hearts, by more than one reason.
Anxious >> Surprised >> Bewildered >> in Love >> Calm >> Excited>> Lustful >> Pitying
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20# Lust
Ruki's Pov

Everything seemed a blur. Nothing made sense if not for his lips attached to my skin, only the burning sensation of his body touching mine seemed true. His deep voice luring my desire, making me ache for him. His hands hold me tight against his body, allowing me to feel his hardness against my thighs, and I can't hold myself to not grind into him, the friction making myself cry in pleasure. I left a moan scape my lips when he bites hard on my neck, marking me his propriety. I love this feeling, this thing about to be owned by someone, as much as the shame of it, and he know that very well. Too well maybe.

He pushes me into the counter top until I can feel the corner of it craving onto my backs, tugging at my shirt, he rips the fabric apart, and quickly dispose it. I can't focus well enough to realize how he had gotten ridden of his own clothes, realizing that he's now unbuckling my belt. Suddenly I felt myself panic, like something very bad were happening, and his kisses no more excited me, but stabbed me with fear. I don't know how, but everything I can feel is he yanking me by my hair, leveling me just so he could kiss me with a hungry tune, his hands gripping me with so much force to leave bloody prints behind.

In few minutes I face myself on my knees, his throbbing member being shoved at my mouth, making myself gasp and suffocate. I try to struggle, but he grips my writs with one of his hands, leaving the other at my hair, pulling it to force myself to go down on him. I wanted to cry and to get away, but none were granted. As much as I love to being owned, I hate to being forced, and even if he knew that, he just don't care, he never do.

I hear someone calling me on a distance, the voice seems so sweet and caring, on a deep contrast with what I'm feeling right now. Slowly I hear the voice becoming stronger and clear, and then I recognize you, it's your voice thats calling me, and in minutes everything go blank. When I open my eyes again you are there with me, no white tiles, no bathroom. You face is holding a concerned frown, your hands supporting me from my shoulders.

- Ru-chan, are you okay ? Please, talk to me.

You sound so worried. I stay still for some moments until it I realize that I was dreaming, he's not here, not anymore, because you're here now, with me, holding me. I remember how I got to your house and then, running all the way back here, just to find you at my door, you drying me and then saying that words that I needed so bad to hear, we then sharing some coffee in silence, you making me change my clothes, and seating ourselves at the couch, you caressingly putting my head in your lap.

I probably fell asleep on you, I guess. With a soft smile I say that I'm fine, just tired. You look to me with a caring gaze, kiss my temple and lead me to bed. I can only hope that you're not leaving me, and that I have not screamed his name in my awe to get free.






Title: The Red Roses are... Pitying.
Author: warumono_girl
Band/Pairing: KaixRuki (Gazette)
Theme: 22. Pity (30emotions)
Rating: PG
Warnings:just my bad English.
Word Count: 556
Summary: Feelings shouldn't be kept locked on our hearts, by more than one reason.
Anxious >> Surprised >> Bewildered >> in Love >> Calm >> Excited>> Lustful >> Pitying



22# Pity
Kai POV

I can't believe in him. How can a being need so much to destroy other in the will to feel satisfied ? I don't know if I hate him, but I surely know that I'm very sorry for him. I was never so happy than when we toke you away from his hands. Still, now, seeing you asleep on my arms I ask myself how can someone be this low as him to the point of use the love of somebody as a cage ? I don't know if you loved him truly, and I don't know how much he hurt you, and that's what makes me scared. Just now, hearing your pleadings for him to stop, I felt the bile raising into my mouth, a depressing feeling setting over me. Slowly, I caress your face, letting my finger only flutter over your skin, afraid to wake you up. I feel the softness on my touch, the creamy velvet of your warmth skin, and I can't suppress the single tear that escaped me.

I'm very sure that he'll never find this kind of peace, the deep feeling inside one's heart that says that the world could end right then, and everything would be fine, no matter what. People like him probably will never see a truly smile showed only for them, a smile that could make the sun jealous, just like that one you gave me wile sipping your coffee. It's sad somehow. It's sad to know that no matter how much he had marked you, you still can heal, but him, he had scarred his soul for life, and I dare to say that no one can heal him, not even himself. I hope one day you'll be over him, and maybe even forgiven him, but I still doubt that even that would make him a better person. I'm too sure that he'll never be a happy one, and somehow, as much it makes me sad, it makes me content.

How unfair it would been if you were the only one badly hurt on it ? Deep inside me I know I shouldn't hope for his bad, but I can't help myself. It's just human to want the people to suffer the same way or maybe even more than you suffered yourself, but deep inside me, not even this vengeance felling suppress my sadness over him. I wish he were never like that, and that maybe one day, he will realize how much he had hurt you, and came to terms with it. He can't run away forever, and one day he'll want to be happy too, and I doubt someone can makes him happy the way he is now, the way he was then.

You tighten you hold on me, and I realize that my thoughts have token too long, that the time had flied by, and the red digits of your alarm clock mark past the day, and on the first minutes of the new dawn. I let out a sigh and quickly cuddle you a little more, bathing on your perfume, wishing no more than to stay like this, holding your, protecting you, be it from real thing or from your tormented dreams.

I hope one day you'll be fully healed, and then I now you'll be mine, and mine alone.



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