dinohouse | [Mushverse] For Eiji

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I stumble into the restaurant, long after the sun has set, after the place has closed. I giggle when the door bangs behind me, and watch it as it swings shut, as it locks itself. I used to always go in through the window, but now I find I can't reach it, no matter how agile I'm feeling.

I trip on something, maybe just the floor, and halfway fall into a table, laughing sharp and shrill as I do. I smack it once with my hand, the same way I smacked Kazari on the shoulder and declared we'd always be brothers, even though neither of us are Greeeds anymore.

That was around the third bottle of sake, after my cheeks went numb, and before my fingers and toes joined them. He's a good cat, he made sure none of my food had any bird meat in it.

And he made sure I got home without wandering off and trying to climb any trees. Well, no more than he tried to.

Oh.

The room is spinning.

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redgreeed

I practically growl into his mouth. That little tug he gives at his arm making me grip all the harder. Nails digging in.

I want him to hurt like I hurt. I want him to know how scared I am.

Somewhere inside I know this is wrong. That I should be treating him sweetly, gently. Should be showing him how much I love him.

I bite his lip so hard it splits, I can taste the light tang of blood. I lap it up and swallow.

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hinooo

He growls, squeezing my wrist harder, then I feel a flash of pain as he... actually bites my lip hard enough to break the skin. What the-

He's swallowing my blood.

I pull my head back, awkwardly because he has a grip on my hair still and I'd prefer it to stay attached to my head. A tiny trickle of blood is warm on my lower lip. "Ankh, enough," I say firmly.

From:

redgreeed

No. It's not enough. It's never enough. He doesn't understand. He has no idea what I'm feeling. How badly my chest... my heart hurts.

I step closer to him, hooking one foot around one of his ankles and pushing aside, spreading his legs wide. I press in closer, licking the blood from his lips again, as I grab at both his wrists, hard, fingertips leaving bruises.

I can't think about how I could have hurt him when I was still a Greeed. I am not that strong anymore, no where near.

I shift slightly, getting my free leg between his, and practically crushing my hipbone against his dick, using the friction of the cloth between us to my advantage.

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hinooo

He doesn't respond verbally. Just grabs my wrists, hard, and licks at my lip again. I tilt my head back but I'm stuck against the counter. Nowhere to go.

I'm not terrified, because we're basically matched in strength, but I'm unsettled as hell. He's so upset. I don't want to try to force him off me yet.

He steps in closer, getting me off balance with a leg in between mine, making me yelp.

...of course I'm getting hard. "How about we sit down and talk about this properly?" I attempt. "Maybe in the morning, after you've slept?"

From:

redgreeed

"No." I grip even harder at his wrists, angry, and hurt, and frustrated. He's trying to be kind and help but he doesn't get it. He wants to wait. He wants emotions to grow cold. Wants to gloss over everything like he always does.

"No." I let go of one of his hands. Moving my hand down quickly between us. He doesn't have a belt, he barely has a waistband, as usually, and I shove my hand down, inside his stupid underwear, and grab his dick. Hard. Too hard. Not hard enough.

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hinooo

He's outraged at the suggestion. Dammit, how did I miss this underneath everything? I'm supposed to know him, supposed to help him, supposed to love him, but I didn't know this went so deep-

I gasp, strangled, as he grabs my erection. Which of course responds to his hand, twitching needily. I don't know if this is right...

From:

redgreeed

I stroke him roughly once, twice, maybe three times, just making sure he's good and hard before I pull my hand away.

It's not difficult to spin him around, a few grips here, a well placed leg there, and then I'm practically crushing his hips against the counter. I use one hand - the hand currently not gripping Eiji's hair, not currently gripping and forcing forward, keeping him in place, keeping his head prone - to drag his waistband down, to get my own jeans open enough so that I can get my dick free.

This is wrong. I know that on some level. But on another level... I don't care.

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hinooo

He jerks me off a couple times, making my breath catch in my throat, then spins me.

His hand's in my hair, and he's grinding me painfully into the counter. I'm up on my toes. Can't get any leverage.

I don't quite know quite how to react, but then I hear his zipper. He yanks at my pants. The air's a shock against my bare butt. "Ankh," I say hastily, squirming a little. I can barely move with the way he's arranged me, but I need something. I can manage with minimal lubrication, but I need something.

But... if this is what he needs, maybe I'll just grit my teeth and deal with it.

From:

redgreeed

I spit into my hand and then stroke my dick once or twice. It's not even close to proper lubrication, but it'll have to do. I'm going to make it do.

I want him to hurt the way I hurt, or at least equivalently. I also want to feel connected to him. I'm drunk, I'm in pain, and Eiji doesn't understand.

I use my legs to spread Eiji's wider, pressing against him, ready to take him. I bite at his shoulder, hard enough to bruise, almost hard enough to break skin.

I'm hurting him.

I'm almost inside him, just hovering on the edge of pressing forward. I want to fuck him raw against the counter. Want him to know everything I'm feeling, want him to know how much I...

I don't want him to get hurt. I don't want him to leave me.

I'm shaking. My cheeks are wet.

I'm hurting him.

I stumble back, letting Eiji go as I do. I stagger to the opposite wall. My knees can't hold me up anymore, and I crumble to the floor, hunched over, half turned toward the wall.

"Oh god, Eiji..." I nearly choke on a sob.

Edited Date: 2012-09-29 05:46 am (UTC)

From:

hinooo

He's using spit, I think. Not enough, but at least it'll be something.

This is going to hurt.

He spreads my legs further apart, and I tense, then gasp as his teeth near break the skin in my shoulder. I don't know if we should do this, not just because it'll hurt, but because I don't know how to deal with what he's feeling. Hell, I don't even know if I can define what he's feeling.

I thought I knew.

He's shaky. His erection's nudging at me. I swallow, hard, and wait, then...

Then his weight's gone, and he's on the other side of the room. My head comes up and I blink at the wall. "Ankh?"

I push myself up, wincing a little, then yank my pants up as I turn. My heart squeezes, my face falls. "Ankh," I repeat helplessly. Maybe I should get someone else to talk to him. Someone who knows what they're doing.

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redgreeed

My entire body shakes, trembles, convulses. I scrape at the floor with my nails, hard enough to burn, maybe hard enough to make one or two of my fingertips bleed. I can't tell.

I'm breaking down, everything I've been feelings coming to a sharp reality inside me. I don't know who I am, what I am. Not beyond Eiji, and even that is hard to define.

I love him. I told him that when he... almost died.

He almost died.

I love him, but I don't know who I am. What I can be for him. I don't know my place anymore. I can't use him to find medals, there are no more medals to find. I can't fight beside him, I am limited by human strength now.

I love him, my love for him wakes me up at night sometimes, with the fierceness of my beating heart. I love him, but there is still this gaping hole inside me.

I've hurt him.

From:

hinooo

He's huddled into the wall like he wants nothing more than to get away, get away from everything, get away from me. I think his fingers are bleeding, with how desperate he is.

I swallow. Maybe I should get Chiyoko-san. Or Hina-chan. Date-san, or Gotou-san.

I'm not up to this. I've proven how monumentally I'm not up to this. The odds have been incredibly bad, against me, other times when I've thrown myself into situations. This is worse. I honestly don't see how I can come out of this with any kind of success. And it's not about me 'succeeding', that's not the important part, it's about helping him feel a bit better, helping him work out what he needs to do so he can feel a lot better.

I don't know how to do that.

But.

But I can love him.

I'm the only one here, and I don't know if the others could help any more than I can anyway. I -- I don't want to leave him alone.

The odds have been incredibly bad, against me, other times when I've thrown myself into situations. This is worse.

I'm going to try anyway.

I pad over to him and get down next to him in a crouch, then I reach out and let a hand close very gently, very lightly, over his shoulder.

I'm here, Ankh. I'm not leaving you, no matter what. I love you.

From:

redgreeed

Soft movement, echoing off the insides of my skull. He's moving closer. Why is he moving closer? Doesn't he know I'm bad for him? Doesn't he know I will only, always, hurt him?

I whimper when he touches me, curling closer to the wall. But I don't want to detach from his touch, don't want to move too far away from his comfort.

I am so selfish. I want him to be there for me, even after I have hurt him so deeply.

I almost... "Oh god."

I almost hurt him more than I could ever take back. I almost...

Rape. That's the word. If I am honest with myself. Though it makes me want to throw up. Makes me want to take the nearest knife and carve my own heart out.

From:

hinooo

He whimpers, hunches over further, and my breath catches in my throat in empathy. He's trying to make himself smaller, trying to melt into the wall. At least he hasn't yanked himself away from my hand.

(I don't know how to do this.)

I can't leave this pain unanswered, though. Not in anyone. Especially not in Ankh.

(The two halves of his medal, warm in my hand.)

"Tell me," I request softly, inching closer. I slip an arm around his shoulders, again, as lightly as I can, so he won't feel too pressured. "Tell me everything."

From:

redgreeed

I shake my head rapidly at his words, at his request. I can't. I just can't. He would take it too hard. Or see it as something he has to fix.

He can't fix this. He would try, and hate himself for failing.

My stomach lurches, and I scrape at the floor again, splitting my fingers further, trailing blood. I can't even feel it. Not even the slickness as my fingers glide.

"I'm going to be sick."

It's all I can get out. All I can manage. I curl further inward. He should leave. He should leave me to my guilt and misery.

From:

hinooo

...damn, that isn't good. He's not going to talk to me at all. I'm not leaving, though. Not unless some better option turns up, something that will actually make him feel better than I can. I'm not leaving him alone.

I yelp in protest as he leaves blood on the floor, and make a grab for his hands. "Let me help you to the bathroom, Ankh," I say softly.

From:

redgreeed

He grabs at my hands, clutching them, and I whimper in response, not in protest, I just... don't deserve his touch, especially not his concerned touch.

I want to fall against him. Listen to his heartbeat. Draw strength from him. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and tell me everything is okay.

I've hurt him too much, more than I can ever make up for. I garb roughly at his hand, my bloody finger marking him. I shouldn't be doing that. I just shouldn't.

"Okay..." I whisper, trying and failing to lift myself up, stand on my own two feet.

From:

hinooo

He whimpers when I grab his hands, and I wince, afraid I'm hurting him. But I don't want him to rip his fingertips open any further against the floor.

His blood's on me. Not the first time.

"I've got you," I say firmly, lovingly, as I help him stand. I'm supporting most of his weight. I don't mind. Of course I don't. I understand this; I understand helping someone who's sick, and he's Ankh. Of course I don't mind.

"One step at a time." I start us off nice and slowly. I'll carry him if necessary, or bring a bucket to him.

From:

redgreeed

I shouldn't be leaning against him, I don't deserve his support. I can't help it though, I can barely stay steady with his help, my legs are limp and wobbly, and I can't see even close to straight.

He guides me to the bathroom before I finally launch off him, crashing to the floor, my knees cracking painfully, and then I'm retching into the toilet. There's hardly anything solid in me, but it feels like my stomach is turning itself inside out and trying to vacate my chest.

I'm shaking once I'm done, clinging to anything I can reach. I want to dissolve into a puddle of self hate on the floor. Eiji should just leave me here. He should go to bed and forget all about me. I could be gone by the morning, never bother him, never hurt him, ever again...

From:

hinooo

He pushes himself away from me, landing painfully on his knees, and starts throwing up into the toilet.

I wet a washcloth, then kneel next to him, leaving the washcloth in reach. I rub his back, and hold his hair out of the way. He finishes at last, and I wipe his forehead, his cheeks, his mouth, gently.

I put the washcloth aside. I can clean it soon enough. Right now what matters is putting an arm around him, and murmuring endearments into his hair.

From:

redgreeed

He tends to me, cooling my brow, my flushed cheeks, even cleaning my mouth. I do not deserve this. I don't.

"Eiji," I choke, gagging dryly once, and try to pull away from him, not entirely successfully. "I don't deserve this."

I don't deserve you.

From:

hinooo

"Don't deserve to be cared for? Why, because you're angry at me?"

I rinse the cloth in the sink, then sit back down with him. "I still love you, Ankh. No matter what. Of course I want to help you when you feel bad." My voice is shy, uncertain, because I don't know just what out of that will make him feel worse. But my feelings are not uncertain in the slightest.

From:

redgreeed

I lean back against the toilet when he moves to rinse the cloth out. All shallow gasps and heavy swallows. I think I may still be sick again, my vision, my entire worldview, skewed. Off. Swirling.

"I... I hurt you." I lick my lips, panting slow and heavily. I look away from him, lifting one hand up far enough that I can close a fist over my chest.

"I almost hurt you m-mo... oh." I spin around again. Gagging again. Sick again.

I can't tell if it's the alcohol or my guilt that's causing it anymore.

From:

hinooo

His voice sounds thick and pained, and he turns from me, to throw up again.

I tchhh under my breath, and crouch beside him again to rub his back. My poor Ankh.

"I've hurt you," I say softly in between bouts.

From:

redgreeed

I finish being sick and sob, my whole body shaking, and not from the nausea, entirely from the wave of emotion overwhelming me.

"Not the same." I rest my forehead against the edge of the toilet, my arms gripping at it to keep myself from falling over completely. "I..."

I gag once, but not enough to get sick again. "I wanted to do horrible things to you tonight. You. The one I love. The one I gave my existence for."