Foreign Ghosts | (fruity x ♠[Rin]♠) (private) (18+)

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Masaki was literally shocked by the fact that the man behind him had consoled himself while he had been asleep. He was directly apologized to, along with a love confession which he hadn't heard in words until now. Now what the actual fuck was he supposed to do or answer to that?

 

"...it's fine, I guess," Masaki said, fearing that an insult or the like might only reach deaf ears. Like last time he scolded him.

Hazel eyes studied Shou as he stood up from the bed. The blonde sat up and briefly shot a glance over his shoulder, before returning his attention to the four-eyes. "...you're welcome." Answering, the blonde stood up as well. "I am going to take a shower," he decided. "Is that okay?"

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Shou quickly pulled up his pants, but there was nothing to wipe his mess with, so he just made long strides to the door when Masaki asked him.

 

"Ah, of course," Shou said. "I'll bring your change of clothes here soon," he mentioned before closing the door behind him with his less... messy hand. He should probably bring a disinfectant for things he touched as he walked outside. Masturbating at Masaki was an out of hand move, he didn't expect that to happen, but now that he had done it once, could he stop himself from doing more? Masaki had been very wonderful and forgiving, which threw a stab to his heart. How could he enjoy himself when he had given Masaki nothing yet?

 

Washing his hands, he looked at Masaki's bag. Except for the electronic devices, Shou decided to bring them up as well. This time, he was really sure that Masaki was in the bathroom, thus Shou barged in to put those clothes and bag on top of the bed.

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"..thanks." Masaki passed him by and vanished into the bathroom, closing the door behind himself and quickly taking his clothes off, before stepping into the shower and closing the door behind him. He turned on the water, moving the handle to the left side and enjoying how hot liquid rained down on his skin. He was really not the type of person who liked cold water.

He stayed almost twenty minutes in there, before he finally turned it off, freshly washed and feeling a lot better.

He carefully stepped out, grabbed a towel and dried his hair, subsequently rubbing over his body to get the remaining drops off. Afterwards, the blonde knotted the towel around his hips.

He wasn't sure why, though he stepped to the door and listened to the silence briefly, as if trying to make sure nobody was out there. Not that it wasn't stupid. If Shou wanted to, he could enter any time and whenever he wished.

 

Taking a deep breath, Masaki opened the door and stepped out. His eyes instantly fell onto the bed. Oh. His bag.

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Shou could hear the water turned off and only had a few seconds to spare to decide whether or not he should stay. Finally deciding that he should get back on cooking, he put everything on the bed and approached the door when the bathroom was opened and Masaki went out. Before he could decide not to, Shou had turned around and looked.

 

And stared. Even when he made some time following Masaki to his apartment, he never saw Masaki this exposed. There was something really concerning when he realized that not only Masaki's collarbone was eminent, but also the rest of his ribs. Water dripped and as Shou followed the conjecture, he realized they followed Masaki's contour before disappearing into the towel. Shou gulped upon this sight, but he couldn't tear his eyes away.

 

"Masaki..." he called, though he wasn't sure what to say. When their eyes finally met, Shou hurriedly threw his face and opened the room, locking it behind him, all with red tomato face. He was no longer a teenager, but his reactions were very healthy. Covering his eyes though there was no audience, Shou began stepping downstairs. There was food... and other thing to take care.

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The very second when their eyes met, Masaki's pupils became a little smaller. Though, his kidnapper already exited the room and locked the door behind himself. Did...?

Okay. No. Fuck it. He shook his head and drove a hand through his wet hair. Jeez.. Why was it him? Why not someone else? Also, since when?

Really, that question tutored him at the back of his head.

 

Masaki walked over to the bed and instantly opened his bag to look through it. Books, letters, notes... All of his electronic devices were gone. "Shit!" Cursing silently, he dropped the bag and sighed to himself, before examining the clothes he got. A simple purple top and dark jeans. After changing into that, he folded the pyjamas and set them on the pillows, before making the bed and then sitting down on it.

 

His stomach growled. A sigh. He swung his legs in the air, as he wondered. Was the chance of escape getting thinner or was he just losing his mind?

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It took more than an hour before Shou showed up in front of the door again, knocking. He had brought a bowl of fresh udon, because instant ramen wasn't good for health and Shou was concerned about Masaki's complexion. (Though the worry didn't stop him to masturbate to that.)

 

He had ordered stuffs for Masaki's tour around the house from an online adult toy store. There was no handcuffs, so he ordered shackles. There was a collar-leash set and small shackles strapped to a metal stick. There was a long chain that connected the middle of the metal stick to a cuff. Those were the only ones available, because Shou didn't want to attract any attention by buying from black market. He figured he could just put an ankle on, and the cuff to something else that would act like long handcuffs.

 

There was a fear that Masaki would want to go out, and Shou couldn't let that happen. He was kind of certain he wouldn't need to use them, though. Walking into the room after the knock, he forgot to ask for permission and hesitantly looked at Masaki, hoping the other was all right with Shou taking this much liberty.

 

"I brought you udon and tea," he said, putting the bowls, chopsticks, and teapot to the table. The ceramic bowls looked authentic, though Shou merely grabbed something available from the display in the living room. "If you have any recipe in mind, tell me. I just whipped up a simple chicken stock for the broth."

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Masaki looked up at the knock and was actually glad the other entered without waiting for permission. He disliked talking loudly and to make his voice get through the door, he had to. Maybe his vocal chords were just exhausted from his physical situation of half-anorexia. It was his own fault, though.

 

The smell of food reached his nose and his stomach instantly complained with silent growls. His eyes studied the food and then Shou himself. "It's alright," the blonde said. "Have you ever made chicken stripes? They are good and easy to make." It was nothing special, just some small talk, he found. Nothing special connected them. There was little to no reason whatsoever why he should stay with this man.

 

Masaki, still laying on the bed, now rolled onto his side and pushed himself up with his elbows. Setting one foot onto the ground, he slid off and straightened his back. "Thank you for cooking for me," he said, sitting down cross-legged in front of the table. "Are you going to eat as well?"

 

 

 

Now I am hungry.

 

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Shou nodded. "I'll try that next time," he said, finding that anything Masaki asked would be inside his regular menu. The bowl didn't contain that much udon. Shou found that if taken too much, the noodle would make him feel bloated, though he didn't know if the same could be said for Masaki. Sitting down on the carpet, he reached for the second bowl and chopstick. "I'm eating," he said.

 

Masaki was really calm in this situation. Shou only needed a little more convincing that his love had already been comfortable with him. If that was the case, then maybe Shou could try something more intimate? Both instances earlier had been accident, but if Masaki had accepted him, perhaps it wouldn't take long for Shou to be connected to Masaki in deeper stages. Shou began sipping the broth directly from the bowl before commenting, "As I thought, the clothes really fit you," he said. "I chose something similar to the outfits you usually wear."

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So he also knew what he usually wore? Oh and that his favourite colour was purple. Ah, whatever. It shouldn't surprise him anymore,not even a little.

"Bon appétit," he said, taking the chopsticks as well before starting to eat. He didn't look up the entire time, trying to at least enjoy this meal. His snake was taken care of, so that was good. He wouldn't get fired if his Boss really thought he was somewhere in the middle of nowhere and stuff. His family might not notice. His friends were his last hope.

 

"Thanks... I guess." He still wasn't sure whether or not to thank this guy, really. Because it was also kinda creepy. "Pray tell, ..Shou-san," yes that was his name hopefully, "do you like watching movies?"

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Shou blinked. "I-- I, sorry, my name sounds nice when you call it," Shou said, couldn't contain the excitement. He even had to consciously even his breath before slurping another round of the thick noodle. "Movies are fine. You like actions, right? If you want, I can bring something for your entertainment next time," he said. Setting up TV was just too hassle, but he could bring a laptop here, connected to a DVD player. Of course it couldn't connect to internet, he would ensure that.

 

"Have you watched movie in a cinema, Masaki?" Shou asked. "I've been there, but watching alone in the crowd just didn't go well with me..."

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"It does?" Probably had to do with the crush Shou had on him. It was a good thing. That way the brunette wouldn't do anything. Though, it was possible that he would grow bolder. Demand more from Masaki than just cuddling. Getting a boner while being near must also be painful in both a emotional and physical way. Also, not being able to let it out, actually. Always getting hard by accident without the chance of sex sucked.

 

"Ah, if that is no problem, that would be great," Masaki said. It was quite boring in this room, after all, since he couldn't leave. Breaking the door would make too much noise. "Yes, I've seen many in the cinema, with a friend of mine."

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"A... close, friend?" Shou asked carefully, not sure what he wanted to hear. These past few weeks when he had started following Masaki intensively, he didn't really notice Masaki was hanging out with someone, but there was also his weekend working schedule, which made him unable to follow Masaki all day. He didn't know whether that was truly a friend or someone more special too, and in his mind, dark thoughts began to swirl around.

 

"No, you can't!" he lashed out suddenly, not really thinking about the consequences. At this time, thinking Masaki was seeing someone made Shou see dark blotches covering his sight. He glared at Masaki, even though the one he was glaring was the possibility of someone behind his love. "The point of all this is to make you mine. I won't let any other outcome appear from this," he said, mumbling to himself, but he was looking at Masaki.

 

Feeling upset, he abandoned his bowl and made heavy steps towards the door. He probably shouldn't be around Masaki while feeling like this.

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Oh. Well. There was the temperamental part of his dear kidnapper's disorder, whatever it was. "I .. can't?" A little confused, Masaki tilted his head. He hadn't even asked for anything to do or the like...

Though, frankly speaking, Shou's glare was kind oft terrifying. Very much so, actually. He set the chopsticks down and blinked, ready to draw back if needed and grab something to hit the other's head, though nothing happened. Good.

Relieved, Masaki watched how Shou stood up and walked to the door, visibly angry.

 

He had nothing against the other leaving, really, though there was this voice in his head telling him that it was a bad idea to piss him off. Or to leave him pissed off.

"Oi, wait." Masaki rose up from the carpet and hurried over to the door, seizing the brunette by the lower arm. "It's just a friend. Nothing more. Okay?"

He might not get his tour through the house when Shou was like that. And he needed it to escape.

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If Shou was any degree smarter in interpersonal relationship, he was going to feel manipulated. However, as he was, Masaki's touch on his arm did wonder to quench his anger. This was the first time Masaki initiated the touch. No one ever cared before about what Shou was feeling, but Masaki was attentive. He was kind. He was the most wonderful person Shou had ever known about.

 

It was amazing how the thoughts running back and forth in his mind had returned to focus on one thing---one person---with just one touch. Unable to hold back, Shou enveloped his love in an embrace. Not quite bone-crushing, but if with one gesture he could make Masaki become one with him, he would do this all the time. "Masaki..." he called the other softly. It was a different softness than his mumbling. "You're going to be mine..."

 

Shou left the word hanging in his mind: "Right?"

 

Staying in this position for a while, he finally released Masaki and said, "Please go back to your lunch, I'll... send a dinner here later."

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Masaki gasped a little when he was drawn into a tight embrace, unsure of what to do. He wasn't used to this much body contact, let alone suddenly. Therefore he just remained, leaning against Shou's body, before he was finally let go of. "Just.. don't worry." It wasn't a promise to stay with Shou, really. He just wanted to make sure the brunette stayed calm as he looked up to him into his eyes through the glasses.

 

He crossed his arms loosely and gave a nod. "Yeah, thank you." This didn't feel right. "I'll, uhm, be waiting."

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"You're kind," Shou said while smiling. He took the risk and reached out, caressing the blond's cheek, feeling glad he could look at those stunning hazel eyes in close proximity. "You're worthy of everything."

 

Every effort that Shou made to follow Masaki around, to build this place, to plan the whole thing, to pass through his fear of talking to other people in order to make sure he had what he wanted, all that was really worth Masaki's touch just now. After bowing a little, he opened the door and did the same routine of locking it off.

 

Shou didn't even realize that his foot had brought him back to his damp, cold, dim bedroom. It was comforting, familiar, and yet at the same time, thinking about Masaki inside his hold, he wondered if this was enough for him anymore.

 

Nodding off to a nap, Shou let sleep ruling his mind.

 

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The sound of water in the shower resounded in the empty hallway of the second floor. Shou went there directly after his nap, because he saw an e-mail from his professor and had to go to the lab, meeting him. Based on the pattern, usually it meant that they were going to start a new project, and the whole team was summoned to the place. Basically, Shou would return to his no-holiday pattern, and he was a little worried that it meant he had to leave Masaki on his own for a long period of time everyday. He should provide snacks to Masaki's room then.

 

Getting out of the shower, Shou looked at his watch. 4 PM. Before the allocated schedule, there was still time. For some reason, he had the urge to go to Masaki's workplace and saw how things went there. If it was smooth without Masaki, perhaps Shou could have Masaki for himself forever?

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The library did have a high amount of workers, since it was a huge building, though Masaki's section seemed quite different. It seemed fine he wasn't here, someone else was working for him instead, though the opening hours changed and limited a little.

There was this one person, though, who didn't work here. It was a tall, muscular man around Masaki's age with black hair and a three-day beard. He was standing in the middle of the room, leaned against the table there where people were able to read a book if they decided to not borrow it.

His crystal blue eyes scanned everyone who entered the library - and they stopped when they saw Shou.

 

Yes, that guy. He looked like the one who always appeared here. Of course Masaki wouldn't notice shit. He was careless and too kind.

"Oi," the raven said, walking up to the brunette four-eyes. They were around the same height. He crossed his arms and added, "Are you Masaki's stalker?" His optics pierced Shou, as if just challenging him to lie.

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That other man was buffy, more intimidating that Shou could ever be. He looked at the unshaven face then threw his sight away. "W-what do you mean?" Shou asked, fidgeting and holding his bag against his torso, as if that could shield him from that man. "I'm sorry, I have to go to the lab," he mumbled, before hurrying to get away from that man's sight.

 

Who's that? Cold sweat ran through his spine as he recalled back the way the other guy mentioned he was Masaki's stalker. Stalker? Shou was following Masaki to know about him, to see if he need help. Not to stalk or anything filthy like that!

 

Whenever Shou was in the library, his eyes would follow Masaki and only Masaki. He couldn't notice someone else even if he wanted to. He saw that man interacting with Shou several times, but he just couldn't care to bother finding out more except to accept that they were acquaintances.

 

Thinking back to that meeting, Shou almost didn't concentrate on what Prof. Aoyama was saying. Thankfully the old man recapped his needs; the latest project required him to be there half a day for everyday over the length of this project, especially when the solutions were mixed and they had to see the different reactions. Apparently, the professor had already gone through the preliminary research and now testing different reactions towards different mixtures and substances to see the most fitting one to be paired with.

 

This was going to take a long time.

 

Tiredly, Shou's watch had showed 7 PM. He drove back home thinking he had to prepare for Masaki's dinner. And what was this premonition about seeing that bearded man again?

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Masaki had spent all the time being bored. Of course, he had inspected the room, checked the door and its lock for any chance to flee. For any escape possible, but he was disappointed. In the end, he already thought about re-arranged the room.. Then again, what use would it have? It would feel like he had accepted this, accepting being forced onto some kind of one-sided relationship. Truth be told, he had always thought it was worse being on the other part, the one who loved. Right now, being the part who wouldn't return the feelings, seemed to be the worst. However, who would have thought he wouldn't ever have a chance to decide? Shou was more than determined and Masaki didn't doubt his strength in any way.

 

He was seriously debating to give in, at least here and there. What use had a fight? He wanted to return to his normal life, his social contacts, his family.

Then again, no. Fuck this. He would be able to get away... and call the police. Make Shou vanish. He was a criminal of sorts!

 

A sigh. This silent room would drive him crazy one day...