...my this was angsty
Nov. 9th, 2008 11:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaTwo figures move inside the apartment, masculine silhouettes against the backlit window. If Kite was going to use a gun, now would be the time. The figures are clearly defined, though the glass, the shadow, it might be a little off. Enough to get a hit, and enough time to get away. But Kite is not using a gun.
The two figures hug, the one on the right holding tightly, the one on the left being the first to break away. Then they disappear, two figures appearing at the apartment's back door. Murmured words are exchanged, and the figure who's hair reflects silver starts down the back staircase, his steps loud and ringing on metal stairs. The first figure stands at the doorway a little longer, than closes the heavy door.
Kite waits until the silver haired man has gotten into his car and left, and the light that silhouetted the two men is shut off. Then Kite is across rooftops, onto the apartment roof. He is quick, and quiet, and if he needs to be Kite is deadly. The rooftop lock is old, but well looked after, and opens easily under Kite's touch. The security camera Kite broke the last time he used this entrance has not been replaced. Kite walks quickly down the steps, exiting on the top floor of the apartment building. The hallway smells faintly of cat piss, and stale ramen.
The fourth door on the left, the last of it's brass address hanging slightly crooked, earns a knock. Kite stands to the side, out of the way of the peep hole, and waits for it to open.
The resident inside never uses his dead bolt, and is always too curious for his own good. It is a mercy no one but Kite takes advantage of this.
The door slips open a crack, enough for Kite to slip his fingers inside, pulling the door open, Kite's other hand slips over Itsuki's mouth, muffling Itsuki's surprised exclamation. "Shhh." Kite presses Itsuki against the wall, closes the door behind him, locks it, dead bolts it, makes sure to meet Itsuki's widened eyes. "Itsuki-kun."
Itsuki's lips move against Kite's gloved hand. "Kite-san." Itsuki's voice is muffled, his eyes questioning. Kite looks around the apartment, notes the mild, lived in state of the place, the warm, yellow lighting.
Kite will never admit he finds it welcoming.
Dropping his hand from Itsuki's mouth, Kite traps Itsuki's shoulder against the wall and covers Itsuki's mouth again, this time with his lips. Itsuki tastes like green tea, and like slightly too salty udon. Itsuki's lips are slightly chapped, scabbed over in places where Itsuki has nervously bitten down. Kite grips Itsuki's hair, tugging his head into a better angle for kisses. Itsuki is taller than Kite, broader, but not stronger, and Itsuki always relents.
"I made you a cake," Itsuki says when the kiss is finally broken, breath whistling through Itsuki's nose and being gasped through his mouth. Itsuki's bottom lip has split, and Itsuki' nervously laps at the blood.
Kite smiles, knife thin. Trust Itsuki to remember his birthday. "Later." Gripping Itsuki's wrist Kite drags Itsuki to Itsuki's dark bedroom, pulls Itsuki down onto the lumpy, man eating mattress. Later, Kite will stand in Itsuki's kitchen and eat a slice of cake while Itsuki makes tea and asks Kite questions about what Kite has been doing. Later, Kite will give Itsuki as many answers as he can, and will stay silent when he cannot give the answers Itsuki wants. Later, Itsuki will make tea, and ask why Kite cannot stay longer, and later, Kite will leave and return to the sterile, cold, rented hotel room to pick up his bags.
For now, Kite will enjoy Itsuki's warmth, and his mouth, and mumbled words of affection.
The two figures hug, the one on the right holding tightly, the one on the left being the first to break away. Then they disappear, two figures appearing at the apartment's back door. Murmured words are exchanged, and the figure who's hair reflects silver starts down the back staircase, his steps loud and ringing on metal stairs. The first figure stands at the doorway a little longer, than closes the heavy door.
Kite waits until the silver haired man has gotten into his car and left, and the light that silhouetted the two men is shut off. Then Kite is across rooftops, onto the apartment roof. He is quick, and quiet, and if he needs to be Kite is deadly. The rooftop lock is old, but well looked after, and opens easily under Kite's touch. The security camera Kite broke the last time he used this entrance has not been replaced. Kite walks quickly down the steps, exiting on the top floor of the apartment building. The hallway smells faintly of cat piss, and stale ramen.
The fourth door on the left, the last of it's brass address hanging slightly crooked, earns a knock. Kite stands to the side, out of the way of the peep hole, and waits for it to open.
The resident inside never uses his dead bolt, and is always too curious for his own good. It is a mercy no one but Kite takes advantage of this.
The door slips open a crack, enough for Kite to slip his fingers inside, pulling the door open, Kite's other hand slips over Itsuki's mouth, muffling Itsuki's surprised exclamation. "Shhh." Kite presses Itsuki against the wall, closes the door behind him, locks it, dead bolts it, makes sure to meet Itsuki's widened eyes. "Itsuki-kun."
Itsuki's lips move against Kite's gloved hand. "Kite-san." Itsuki's voice is muffled, his eyes questioning. Kite looks around the apartment, notes the mild, lived in state of the place, the warm, yellow lighting.
Kite will never admit he finds it welcoming.
Dropping his hand from Itsuki's mouth, Kite traps Itsuki's shoulder against the wall and covers Itsuki's mouth again, this time with his lips. Itsuki tastes like green tea, and like slightly too salty udon. Itsuki's lips are slightly chapped, scabbed over in places where Itsuki has nervously bitten down. Kite grips Itsuki's hair, tugging his head into a better angle for kisses. Itsuki is taller than Kite, broader, but not stronger, and Itsuki always relents.
"I made you a cake," Itsuki says when the kiss is finally broken, breath whistling through Itsuki's nose and being gasped through his mouth. Itsuki's bottom lip has split, and Itsuki' nervously laps at the blood.
Kite smiles, knife thin. Trust Itsuki to remember his birthday. "Later." Gripping Itsuki's wrist Kite drags Itsuki to Itsuki's dark bedroom, pulls Itsuki down onto the lumpy, man eating mattress. Later, Kite will stand in Itsuki's kitchen and eat a slice of cake while Itsuki makes tea and asks Kite questions about what Kite has been doing. Later, Kite will give Itsuki as many answers as he can, and will stay silent when he cannot give the answers Itsuki wants. Later, Itsuki will make tea, and ask why Kite cannot stay longer, and later, Kite will leave and return to the sterile, cold, rented hotel room to pick up his bags.
For now, Kite will enjoy Itsuki's warmth, and his mouth, and mumbled words of affection.
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