Shards of Sanity 「PRIVATE RP」 Phanto feat. Saga

[Saga]

He chuckled low,

- What if I don't need anything from you? What if I tell you I want to touch your body, caress it and feel it? - calmly he spoke, as if living through it in his imagination.

 

And honestly, he'd give anything away just to touch him right now. Even if it was his own life.

[Phanto77]

Hsin looked down and took a deep breath. "I can't say I'm flattered, Harukami, but at the same time, I think I am. I mean", he gave a small smile, "I'm still alive aren't I?"

 

He got a few steps closer. "I'll go then. But you must tell me why you really brought me here."

[Saga]

How hard it was to get, he wondered. If he left Lou there, he'd be most probably blamed by the boss who sought only revenge and nothing else. How he could allow such a brilliant mind that could keep up with his to meet the end of its journey? Helping a psychopath out, no matter the situation given but yet left alive, it certainly sounded fishy.

 

Shougo sighed and spoke,

- I told you. You are my hostage.

[Phanto77]

Hsin crossed his arms, and spoke to him like he was a lying child. "You really expect me to believe that? No, it was more than that. If it were true, then why are you letting me walk out?"

 

He in turn sighed. "Come on, Shougo. Tell me. You owe me that much. You may never see me again, at least give me that."

[Saga]

The tall figure rose from the chair, hair smoothly and naturally falling over shoulders. The male turned around, taken a back from the view. If in the past maids and random one-night-stands desired to put on his clothes just for the kink, he thought right now - he did right not letting them. He was a sentimental man, and somehow a beat throbbed in his chest. Really beautiful. So beautiful.

 

He averted eyes,

- ... - lips parted but then closed; he thought of complimenting the other but still felt too hypocrite like and he loathed hypocrites. Actually wasn't he himself one right now?

 

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With a heavy sight, he began talking.

- Fei Zhang wasn't anything special to be a first victim, to be even worth the killing. Sometimes you do things to survive. For the world he was a successful and perfect businessman, to me he was a trash. One of these trashes you urgently have to take out before they infect you. But before you know it, you are already infected by the cruelty. And frankly, seemed I've been already infected by his brutality. He loved crushing people, breaking them to a point of no repairing but there is the difference... - Shougo glanced over Hsin, - I broke the strong ones, he broke the weak ones.

 

He placed the book on the huge table, spreading its length to the window.

- I killed him to save my own life, but you see, that's not excuse. The rest victims, - he shrugged - ...it was a matter of time before they became like him, successful trashes.

 

Haru jabbed hands in pockets, relaxed, trying to avoid eye-contact; he leaned against the table.

- Well then, I guess this is it. The victim I want you to keep in secret is Fei Zhang. Sometimes the world needs its hero, and it needs its villain.

 

With a rock off, he span on heels.

- So now, go. I have nothing else to offer you as information.

 

Any second more with that man, Haru thought he'd lose it again. That shard of sanity he had left.

[Phanto77]

Hsin grabbed the other man's arm to stop him and turn him around, standing surprisingly close.

 

He held out his hands as if to shake his hand, but he waited for the other man to accept it. He whispered, "It… was nice meeting you, Dr. Harukami." His eyes were genuine, passionate, and resigned. He meant it.

[Saga]

Blank, blank was his mind. Wasn't the insane one himself in the room? What was the other man doing? Didn't he suffer enough? Never heard of the saying, don't pull the devil by the tail? Haru glanced over the out-stretched hands. His eyes sharpened to look up at these passion-burning pupils.

- Considering the situation, isn't it like you accept and acknowledge the wrong I did? You must be kidding me. - Haru frowned, truly irritated. He grabbed the man by the wrist to pull him even closer.

- How naive you can be? It makes me want to lock you up just like a butterfly.

[Phanto77]

Hsin was suddenly confused and that much was evident on his face, from his little frown to the look in his eyes. He was expressing that he'd learned a lot, and he meant what he said. What about that was naive, he didn't understand.

 

He started pulling at the grip on his wrist, no matter how much it hurt, and it hurt quite a bit. He did wrong, sure, but nothing was black and white, it was always either subjective or objective. His face distorted in concentration as he tried to release himself, or at least loosen the hold.

 

"I didn't mean…" he interrupted himself, "let go."

 

He froze at the last sentence. "Butterfly?"

[Saga]

He watched the male struggle, and he didn't deny that it arose him. Haru leaned closer using the opportunity when Lou froze; he tilted head to capture the man's lips in a lock with his. With a possessive tug, he pulled him by the wrist to glue their bodies as the other arm sneaked from behind Hsin, finding its spot against the male's lower back.

 

It wasn't the first time he'd embrace someone, nor that someone to be a man. But for first time he felt excited, he felt that stuff in his chest drumming, as if awoken from a deep sleep. With a firm and tight grip, he wouldn't allow Lou to escape.

Tongue explored the man's mouth, scraping the roof with force but yet it was more like the thirsty need to have him; now.

[Phanto77]

Hsin yelped in surprise, the sound reverberating into the kiss. Harukami was still holding his wrist, and his other hand was at his lower back, possessively. He pushed at the other man's chest quite hard.

 

His mouth was suddenly invaded by the other man's tongue and he made a sound of protest in the back of his throat, trying even harder to back away. He made his decision and bit down on Shougo's tongue, doubting it would work, but he tried anyway.

 

All the while his eyes were open, surprised and worried.

[Saga]

A slight flinch, he tore the kiss apart; the iron taste in his mouth and the jolt - no doubt, the man brave enough to bite. But Shougo guessed,

- Eye for an eye, tooth for a tooth, huh? - it was Lou's turn to taste Shougo's blood, but as a hint what Haru meant he glanced over the mark on Lou's neck.

 

The long haired male let go from the embrace, just to pull harsh but not rough at the hand with a step to side; he needed to get Lou against the table, like a deja-vu from the safe-house. Haru placed each of his hands against the table on each side of Lou, looming him. His crystal eyes had no darkness, they were just the opposite - clear as the sky.

- I want to fuck you. - an answer to not yet asked question, tongue still sore but the blood taste fading; seemingly, he was focused onto something (someone) else.

 

[Phanto77]

Harukami's words sunk into his brain like a lead ball. Hsin froze for about a second then began to struggle wildly. He flailed and never stayed still. He was frightened, for he wanted none of this.

 

Through gritted teeth, he grunted out multiple "No"s. "Harukami, let me go." With a hard tug, he slid out from under Shougo's grip and hit the floor in a heap, falling hard with a thud. He wanted out of here.

[Saga]

Haru didn't want to use force, each movement made with swing - he dodged. Calm, composed. As if really decided to have that man, ravish him and devour him. Once Lou sneaked from below but fell on the ground, Shougo reached for Lou's arm to hold him still with torso bent forth.

- Calm down. - not a request, but just like an order. His voice though never wavered.

 

With free hand he caressed the male's hair away from his face, while his own long strands of silk tickled Lou's cheeks. His shirt was open enough to have a hook through which one could notice some part from a scar going over the shoulder.

 

- You knew all that could happen. - just like blaming Hsin, Haru frowned at his control slipping away from own mind. The hand caressing the hair let go as he pulled the man up on feet. He wanted him not to crawl, he never wished to see him down at his feet - not even for a second.

 

The table wasn't far, so he lifted the man to force 'im sit on it. Hands tenderly running up Lou's thighs, while blue gaze glittered with thirst. He leaned forth, finding place between Lou's legs he caressed his way up to Hsin's hips to pull him abruptly towards his own body. Breathing got a bit heavier than usual, Haru reached an ear to whisper words ever so calmly and hypnotically,

- Remove my shirt. - that was some new approach there, for a person who intended to force themselves on someone. But still, he wanted to have Haru's hands over his chest for anything but hitting and slamming with disgust.

[Phanto77]

Hsin's tears didn't just gather, they began to fall immediately. He pushed at the other man's chest numbly and whispered a heated, "No." But he was going to leave, he thought desperately.

 

He paused and shook his head all the while repeating his whispered "No", the whispers getting more and more heated and panicked.

[Saga]

Refusal hurt a lot, and from all refusals in his life this one was probably the most hurtful one. He never felt love, but now when he wanted to - he was a bit too late, it seemed.

 

One hand reached up to set it by his cheek, the man was starting to panic as if about to be murdered.

- Do you fear me, Lou? - he nudged Lou's head to face him.

 

[Phanto77]

His looked the other man in his eyes and answered honestly, "I fear some of you."

 

His voice was soft and tired.

[Saga]

He lightly bent, then some more to make the other lie on the table little by little,

- What do you fear in me? - he had the man lying down, but still gently holding his hand on Lou's cheek, it was like a reminder he was close - too close.

 

Hovering over Lou and between the man's legs, he felt Hsin's lower part of body. But restrained himself from feeling him more, although breathing ever so heavy making his voice deeper and more husky.

[Phanto77]

Hsin noticed the man's evident inner turmoil to restrain himself, and he was thankful for it, for now at least.

 

He took a shaky breath, his position having him frozen as to not agitate the situation further. "A few things actually. But right now, what I fear the most is your compulsive need to preserve the butterfly." He knew he'd regret saying this, but it was the truth, both the fear and that it wasn't the only thing he feared.

[Saga]

Unexpected, but when actually he wasn't surprised or taken aback by this man? Probably that made him so special, and that was what kept him alive - how well he could, even though not realizing it, tame the beast.

 

With thumb caressing the cheek slightly and lazily, Shougo didn't have what to say. When truth spoke,even gods were silent. The man's gaze lowered as if guilty, but then with the next glance he smiled sadly.

- I do believe this is the best trip I've had. - it was the moment when Lou had to know why Harukami asked him the first time about trips. Each question Haru asked had a reason, that man never spoke for the jogging.

 

With a slide against skin, he found fingers against the mark he left on Hsin's neck. It was so vivid on the fairly, white skin.

Hand on hip sneaked under the loose shirt, to caress directly the skin. It was tenderness he never used, he never knew he could be tender. But then again, people could kill even gently, right?

 

Shougo tilted head to find Lou's lips again, just lightly biting at them. It was like a tiger playing with his prey. The hand under the shirt moved upwardly, making the clothe expose the skin to air. Once he left these tempting lips, he moved down to place another bite mark against Hsin's hip - but never he broke the skin with teeth, it was what they called 'love bite'.

[Phanto77]

As teeth sunk into his hip, he grunted in discomfort. Did Harukami want to eat him or something? Even his kisses were devouring, feuled with a desire to consume.

 

He stayed very still, but the bite made him jolt in surprise, pain and discomfort. He said wryly, sarcasm dripping heavily from his lips, "Thank you for flying Air Lou, for the anomalies and the mentally eccentric." Ill was not the word to use at this instant.

[Saga]

The response he got was just as much desired as any other response. He didn't want the other unconscious nor shut in himself. He wanted to feel the man in each sense of the word.

 

Sarcasm wasn't something Shougo couldn't manage as well. He chuckled into the skin, lips traveling over the abdomen to pause over the navel as Haru looked up,

- I'll make sure to use your services again. - right back at Lou.

 

Long hair strands covered and caressed the upper half of Hsin with each movement, while Haru was making his way down under the navel. His hot breath drumming against the skin, but lips barely touched it. With a tug at the loose pants, he could uncover enough to see the male's privates.

[Phanto77]

It was suddenly cold, colder than Hsin would've liked. He began to slowly scramble away from the man exploring his body. He thought Harukami had abandoned his quest. Again the fear that never really left him, now ruled supreme. This couldn't be happening. This could not be happening.

 

"Um, Shougo?", he said hesitantly, not wanting to set the man off, using his first name on purpose. "I don't want this. Don't." His breathing started to accelerate.

[Saga]

A raise of chin, blue gaze showered the uncertain face of Lou,

- Masato. My name is Masato Harukami. - it's been a while since he gave his real name, it felt in a way odd. But still, in a good way.

 

Haru eased his eyes, arm gently lifting the man from beneath right at the lower part of back, enough to raise the waist. Velvet lips pressed against Lou's member, just to exhale a dose of hot air, tongue following the order to slide up to the glans. Slowly but surely, he took the organ in his mouth with eyes set at Hsin.

[Phanto77]

Hsin gasped at the sudden engulfing warmth. He stared the other man in the eyes, and said his name as if testing the waters, "Masato."

 

The man's gaze was intense and so Hsin matched it. His long hair draped around him and it tickled Hsin's hips a little.

 

Harukami's head was bobbing, and he showed… great skill. Hsin shook his head vigourously, eyes squeezed shut, as his flesh slowly rose in the other man's mouth. Jolts of pleasure shot from his groin as the other man's tongue lapped at his member.

 

Unconsciously, Hsin lifted his hips and thrust into the man's mouth, tip hitting the back of his throat, hard.

 

Hsin didn't know what came over him when he, with his long arm, rested his palm on the other man's head firmly but gently, pushing it nearer to his groin, and said what he usually said in this situation. With a ragged breath, he said, "Swallow. I don't want to make a mess."

[Saga]

Lips were tightly wrapped around the member, he felt the blood and the heat rushing through it. Haru found discomfort in his throat once the glans bumped into it, it wasn't everyday he gave a blowjob. Tongue was fully relaxed however to guide the length with stimulation in and out.

 

His eyes slid close, sharp eyebrows eased into a frown; he expected the man to thrust into his mouth when no restrains were there, but didn't expect it to be so soon nor he expected it'd be done without a hesitation. Right away he felt Lou's hand at the back of his head with firmness pressing deeper until the organ fully sank into the hot wetness. Although Masato could use force and control Hsin's thrusts by the hips, he let him be. Needy grinding abused the walls of throat, enough to have Haru's saliva escape from the corners of lips, so wet and slipper the mouth of his became.

 

Swallow. I don't want to make a mess.

 

The man looked so into it, that he forgot how hesitant he was minutes ago. The growing organ made it hard to breathe, pulsing jolts trembled against the throat's walls. So he was close, Haru thought. Eyes opened with the glitter at corners, wetting these blue eyes by reflex; he peeked under the veil of silky hair. Lou looked so erotic, his mouth slightly opened to pant away the building climax. With the contraction of Haru's throat that ached, he felt the hot and thick liquid shooting straight into the throat; he sharpened the gaze, bitter taste crawling lazily around his mouth for a natural pull. He couldn't swallow with the member fully stuck into throat - at least not all of it. Once lips were resting against the glans he had it all swallowed, although the thick mixture of saliva and semen left threads-like connected between Masato's lips and the man's cock.

 

Slightly had his mouth spread, expecting a small cough but only a heavy exhale gave away his soreness in throat. Haru moved gaze down, tongue reached to brush against the reddened glans. He slid upwards, hands gently traveling against Lou's sides until the shirt was pulled fully up to under the armpits. Face to face, the long haired male gazed into these beautiful eyes of Lou.

- You seemed to enjoy it. - he had to comment with a teasing note in voice, despite the hoarse sound of it.