Eh have become productive!
But since the first fic I was not satisfied ... I tried again!
in Category: Melodies of Life
Title: # 17My Dreams Are Made Of You
Fandom - Pair: x-Kamui/Fuuma Summary: Fuuma can not sleep, all because of Kamui! ;
Rating: PG13
Warnings: One-shot
# 17 my dreams are made of you
still could not sleep. Fuuma was really nervous that night.
turn over in bed again and again did not lead to nothing more than to further anger.
"That bastard," he murmured to himself "that asshole."
How could she make him such a thing? He did feel humiliated, yes! Embarrassed was the word most fucking right!
What the hell was skipped in mind Kamui Kotori to tell them two!
So he parried her beautiful ass was telling her that ... that word was used? Is seduced by him .. ah!
Yet .. "And yet still love him"
Fuuma stood puffing and pushing aside the heavy winter blankets. His long black pajamas rubbed under his feet as they walked away from the bedroom to go to the kitchen.
He opened the refrigerator, self-control completely lost at this point let off steam with inanimate objects seemed the best solution.
pounced on the bottle of water, but his attention was immediately drawn to something else.
Vodka .. right! That could hurt him? At worst it would be a bit drunk 'and would stay in bed longer.
grabbed the neck of the bottle and with a flick of the hips closed fridge, and headed into the living room. He overcame some clothes abandoned on the ground, those of the evening, he had found the strength to pick them up and rearrange them.
Tripping 'slightly, without falling on her sister's fashion magazines. A kick and decided to dry off a bit '.
finally reached its goal: the chair.
There it settled down, letting out all the air had seeped into the pillow. The chair and he sighed with her.
uncorked the bottle and began drinking in the barrel. He was strong, had never drunk before.
He undid the buttons of his pajama shirt, remaining open to the waist.
He settled for a moment the two strands of hair that fell over his eyes uncomfortably.
Then another sip.
And one more.
arrived about half the bottle now when the numbness of sleep had overtaken him to the point lose consciousness.
Fuuma slowly sank to the dream that was taking over him.
Kamui was lying on a soft bed covered with silk sheets and bright white, behind the light that leaked through the windows became almost blinding, and the lighting prevented Fuuma to keep my eyes open.
"Come here, come to me, I love you" the voice of Kamui begged him gently
"Please, really. I need you .. give me your body and your mind! "
Fuuma still hesitant to let himself be guided by the lascivious boy's prayer.
stretched his arm to feel its presence and find him in the darkness that forced him all that light.
But suddenly the voice of his beloved Kamui turned into a coarse and vulgar laughter. He opened his eyes and clutched in one body Kamui and Kotori is owned grinning and mocking him.
panting, sweaty, naked and embracing.
"No," cried Fuuma pain
"Nah," cried yet again, louder.
The two continued to laugh until the sound of their laughter is not cast in a whistle and then into a drum, continuous, rhythmic.
Fuuma's eyes widened panting, trembling.
"What ...?" Saw the bottle of vodka closed resting at his feet.
Then a drum. A dense strong took him to the head. He had drunk too much.
But the drum did not stop, and slowly turned into a drum beat.
Someone was knocking on the door and seemed intent on not stopping.
"But who the fuck is this time of night! My head explodes dammit! "
Fuuma amassed all his strength to get up and crawl to the door, despite the vision slightly modified from the pain in my head it did bump into tables and furniture.
came to the door and clung to the handle.
He turned the key twice recklessly, without even looking at those who lay beyond.
"Fuuma I. .."
Kamui?
"What the hell you want Kamui?"
The guy at the door had a look awfully guilty. His eyes sought those of Fuuma, hopeful to understand a little more 'love.
".. You smell of alcohol, Fuuma"
"This I already knew," said starting to close the door, Kamui interposed his arm to stop him.
"Wait Fuuma! ... Wait ... please ..."
Speak .. "
Kamui looked down" I'm an idiot. "
" I know that too! "interrupted Fuuma.
"It is ok but let me talk!"
"Come on, talk about"
"I. .. I told Kotori that I did not care about you .. I wanted her"
"I know
" Come on just Fuuma! I said this because I was afraid! I was afraid of our history! I was afraid that our relationship was not normal, insane, we are two gay you know! Two gay!
And I knew that would happen, did not expect it right? I'm afraid because I like and I'm afraid I do not know what to do. .. I tried to be like everyone else, I tried to fall in love with a girl that I knew better. But I can not .. I can not love, I do not like you. "
Fuuma was petrified in the face of a clear declaration of guilt of Kamui.
As soon, however, saw the tears that were about to bathe the boy's eyes, pressed strong if, as fast as he could, with all the energy left.
"Because you have not understood before, why!"
"Because I'm an asshole .." said Fuuma Kamui's arms, on a hot and sweet shelter in the cold of the night.
"Even I know that." Fuuma said again, closing the lips of Kamui with a sweet kiss.
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