Fanfiction, of Suoh Mikoto and Kusanagi Izumo. (Mikoto X Izumo)
Wednesday, 9pm- yesterday's night I couldn't sleep well, I was over-thinking things since that ominous night. After that I nipped Mikoto as Tatara, the 'king', has ordered, I've been really thirsting to hear more of Mikoto-san's... agh...
I wonder what he'd think of me if he knew that I'm writing, or thinking such things. I think that... I love him and, I'm just scared to admit, but I really shouldn't. I want him, I know. I want to kiss more of him, ask him where does it feel good to touch, and have my way with his body. Tatara... everytime I'm around Mikoto he jumps in and tries to take the spotlights away from me. Ahh, maybe it's just me being jealous? Mikoto, you're making me lose my mind.
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Thursday, 3PM- I'm free to write. Yesterday's midnight, Mikoto has knocked my door, then asked me whether I'm sleeping soon. I didn't tell him that I couldn't sleep, so I simply said not yet. He sat on my couch, slid his head on the cushion, closed his eyes, then placed his arm on his eyes, as if to cover it away from the lights. "Sleepy?", I asked him. He's lazy to answer as usual, only sighed. I think he murmured something like "... can't control it", which I don' think it was so, for it would make no sense for that moment. After sometime, and when I saw his chest heaving for a peaceful sleep, I couldn't help but get my chance. I went closer, and to his face, then produced a soft kiss on his cheek for test. For he didn't flinch, I stole another kiss on his warm lips, he made a grumble. He was so cute to watch...
I... forced my tongue into his mouth to start a French kiss, topping him, and losing myself. My eyes were closed due to my flowing emotions, so I wasn't fully sure if he opened his... maybe not. But I didn't care, for all I wanted was to kiss him.
I felt his hands suddenly pushing me away, from my chest. I asked him whether it didn't feel good, but he didn't answer, seemed bothered...
He stood up, frowning his eyebrows, looking down -almost closing his eyes- then walked towards the door.
I don't know what I have done. And do not know what to do. So... before he's left, I dragged him back by his sleeve -he was wearing a long sleeved black shirt- then stood between him and the door. "I need you to tell me...", I said, then looked at him, "what can I do for you?", almost sobbing. I do not know what has happened to me, or what has made me become that sensitive that moment, just as if I was broken. I've put my head on his chest droopingly. He fell to his knees, almost tripping me, but I fixed myself back somehow. It was astonishing to see him in such state... he was grabbing, no, clutching his hair and almost shouting, but trying to keep it down as much as he's possibly able to, so he bared his teeth like a fierceful dog. I asked him what was going on, what was so painful and called his name. His majestic symbol started to ache on my body. I've seen his firing aura roar, I stepped back and yelled at him to stop, he uttered, "I... can't..!", baring his teeth even harder. The symbol ached me more, and the king's aura glowed me blind. The others came in eventually.
Tatara seemed very mean towards me -and since the 'king' game incident- asking me what has happened, then what stupid things have I done this time. I faced him for defence -I was sick of his attitude of late- ready for a fight, but Mikoto has finally gave away his scream, his power blew us all and apart, and some furnitures and papers, too. He stood up slowly, looked at me with glaring flamed eyes, "Help...", then continued, "I am not able to control it... anymore...". His eyes seemed to be sobbing, it hurts to see and not be able to do anything about.
Yata brought a bucket of water, and splashed the king's savage fires. I yelled at him pulling him back, he said that he was worried, and couldn't think of anything else. I thought that It was the end of us all and the whole world now. We'll be all doomed by the king's anger. However, surprisingly, the king has extinguished his fires. Then fell flat on my room's floor, drooping wet.
Guess Yata's bucket of water helped setting the king free from whatever was going on in his head.
He's still sleeping on my couch right now. We've put him there after showering him. For now, I'm -and i'm sure everyone else are- trying to figure out what should be done to help our mysterious king.
Anna... she must have felt Mikoto's rage, and has became even more worried. I shall go fetch everyone at the bar for the night. We're going to discuss this question.
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Later- Midnight, Mikoto has awaken and walked down to the bar, where I was rubbing the glasses me and the guys used few hours ago. He sat down in front of me at the bar, ruffling his half wet hair, then asked me where everyone was. I offered him some water, which he looked at uninterested for few seconds before gulping it empty. I answered his question that everyone had their own business to do, and mine was there, at the bar. Once I was done, I sat next to him, looking him in the eyes, he was bluntly looking back. Oh how he looked so innocent... he does not deserve such pain.
"Since when?", I asked him with my very serious manner. "I'm not sure.", he replied. After exchanging eye contact for sometime, and I withdrew myself closer to his lips, and slowly, he, yet again, has stopped me. "Why?", I asked him. He didn't reply, neither looked at me. He was looking down, frowning his eyebrows yet again. I was on heat for I've got myself three drinks tonight, which is unlike me...
I asked him to wait for me on the sofa, for I'll bring him something to eat. He nodded, almost happily. He's such a sweet heart.
I left him alone to eat - and to distract myself from eating him up- so I'm here writing.
Ah, someone's knocking at my door, who could it be at such time?
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Later- It was Mikoto knocking on my door. He came in, then, again, threw himself on my couch, positioning himself just the same as he did the previous time. I asked him why does he keep on doing that, and not sleeping in his own room, his answer was, "I don't want to be alone.", which, surely, made me happy that he chose my room to stay at. I asked him why my room, smirking, he sat himself aback then uttered, "I'll go to someone else's if it bothers you then...", bluntly.
"No!", I said loudly, he looked at me in surprise. "Stay with me..."
I continued. He's sleeping on my couch right now, and warming up the whole room for me. I really want to take him to my own bed and have my way with his body... my heart is racing! I'm sure it won't be a good idea but a stupid thing to do, that might ruin this close relation. But I really want him.... I'm going to watch him sleep, desperately.
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Next day- Mikoto woke up yesterday night when I was watching his thick eyelashes sleeping. I apologized for I was playing with his red hair strands with my fingers, and asked him if I was the reason he woke up. He brought his face towards mine, lifting up his back.
He put his right arm around me, only to push my head closer. He kissed me... a very hot kiss that's filled with lust. Wet, and accompanied by a sniff. I wasn't sure If he's done it due to a dream he's seen, or he was just... horny for a sexual intercourse... or wanting me? I immediately french kissed him - been awaiting for such a chance- and slowly, tasting his tongue. Then started exploring around his teeth and everywhere else possible to reach.
He accepted it this time?...
He wouldn't stop moaning, granting, and exhaling his hot breath rapidly as if his heart's going to burst, it sounded like he was crying for more to my ears. I managed to swallow some of his hot yet very wet breathes, then I took his hand off my head and towards my long awaiting member, to touch it behind my jeans mean while I open my belt. His lips were all watery, I just did not want to lose any drop... so I drank him up.
I sat in front of him on the couch, teasing his throbbing, and already cumming organ, while I forced his hand to jerk mine. It makes me fired-up remembering that, now...
We kept the hands working and the kissings going until Mikoto has started to breath even more, I knew he's about to cum. And so he finally did, cumming in my own palm, his last moans and saliva-swallowing were so sweet to listen to... I ruffled his hair and gave him another strong kiss on his forehead. A very long one. He asked for more, pleading me with his sexy amber eyes, and his member still hard in my sweaty palm.
I asked him to follow me to bed if he wants to be satisfied, fully. I added that he might regret it if he did though, then winked.
I didn't care whether he's a male or not. For I accepted love to be love as it is.
After we were done... it was nearly dawn. Each of us stuck a cig on his lips. I walked to open the window for a fresh breeze, then came back to sit next to him on my bed, and where my love was laying.
I asked him why he rejected my tries initially, he said that he was scared.
"Of what?", I looked at him curiously.
"Of my own power...", he paused to drag a huff, then continued, "I don' wanna hurt anyone... with my fires...", he started to shake, so I hugged him with all the strength left within me. And promised him that everything will be alright. Hoping that I'll be able to fulfil that promise...
Oh, I asked Mikoto to start writing down his thoughts, in a diary, for it helps heaps to let out the darkness within one.
"Everytime I close my diary... I tend to forget about whatever been bothering me. It is like a good friend." I said, smiling to his -already sleeping- face.
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I've been whining to my aunt to take me back to Homra. She finally agreed. I wish she won't think that I was bored around her for that wasn't the case...
Mikoto is not fine, and I'm having a lot of nightmares at night.... I couldn't sleep one bit since I came here! And then, I am worried!! I don't want to wake my aunt and get her worried about me, for I'm afraid she'll keep me more with her in the excuse of taking care of my well-being....
Mikoto... (a strand of a long white hair on the page)
End of Chapter Four
*FIND ALL THE CHAPTERS FROM MY "WORKS" PANEL: This was my first work as a story so I had a problem with it. There'll be no more. Sorry about that*
Author's Note: 11:11pm, My pasta is cold. And I haven't tasted a drop of my red glass yet.
Hope you guys enjoy this chapter, apologies for any boring part.
Again, let me know if there's any misspelling or so.