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 Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 2:01 am
 ❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha quickly sat beside the man, oblivious entirely to his effect on him. He could feel his blood muscle wanting to pop from his chest as heat rose to his cheeks so vividly. He reached for his cup from across the table and took a drink, trying to hide his brightened face. His lips parted as he set the cup down, glancing in the opposite direction of the perfectionist.
"I really enjoy your company... Mana-sama..." He couldn't help but let that wondrous name bless his tongue and lips. His fingers tingled lightly from the powdered skin they grazed moments ago.
The guitarist seemed so timeless; untouched by age. He hadn't really changed all that much since the band the two had shared. Klaha was glad the Japanese rockstar was not overly narcissistic. A small thought perked in Klaha's mind, and he wondered if Mana would agree at all...
No, he's a gothique beauty, not a light-hearted pop sensation...
Still, Klaha wanted to ask. It would be the world to him if they could collaborate on just one last song.
"Mana-sama..." He started, looking towards the effeminate male. "I was wondering if... If you'd be my guitarist for a song I've worked on?" Klaha gazed hopefully and mutely at the other. Their music styles seemed so opposite now. Come to think of it, why even bother to ask?! There wouldn't be any way the rocker would play a song with him so light! He regretted those words, now.
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 3:31 am
 Of course you love me, dear...
Understanding. It was so very painful. Klaha merely wanted a collaboration. A publicity gig. He didn't dislike him for it. But he knew now that there was no hope for his foolish dreams. Perhaps he'd see him some more if he did this little song, but right now the mere thought of the radiant, unattainable beauty sent a knife through his heart, He shook his head and ran to the elevator, forgetting his cane in his haste. He hoped that his stricken face had not been noticed.
He disappeared into the elevator, pressing the right button and leaning against the wall of the empty little compartment. Tears blackened by makeup stained his white cheeks and he sobbed quietly.
To his room he further fled, burying his face in the soft, generic-color pillow.
Klaha's face shone under the lids of his closed eyes, like a burning afterimage of brightness. And he felt he might die from the pain in his chest. He never loved me, he never has, and he never will. I always knew that, but to have it confirmed like that... collaborating on an album, I've heard that one so many times, did he think he had a better chance because we were band members together before? Did he find out I liked him, was he using that? I was so obvious, all these years. He must have known, it came in handy. Isn't that how people are? Just because I like him... love him... does that mean he's any better than the rest of the fools? I thought I knew him. He's changed in more than makeup... Oh, hateful love!
But what frightened him was he wanted to be taken in, wanted it to be because of friendship, wanted the token love gestures to be more than the sham by all logical explanation they were.
Now that it was completely out of his reach, his disillusionment, in all its pain, absolutely and entirely there, he wanted to have him, take him into his little dark side, be his Gothic Prince and forget the treacherous modern world surrounding them.
If he came again, he'd get everything he hinted to in all its morbid, slightly sadistic, and entirely naughty splendor.
...everybody does.
((Oh, dear, we have an unhappy Mana-sama! I'd been wondering how to rid him of his doubts.))
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Posted: Sun Jul 04, 2010 11:52 am
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha was caught by surprise as the the man beside him seemed to bolt away from him. He tried to stand. He wanted to stop him, take his hand and pull him close. He couldn't, however. He dropped his head, crossing his arms as he tried to ignore all the name calling that went on in his mind.
What now? What in the world could he do to make up for his mistake? In the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the cane Mana had left. Just perfect; a better excuse to see him now! But... Klaha may know the hotel he stayed in, but definitely not the room or floor. The waitress had come by to drop the bill, and quickly he paid it before taking a hold of the cane and stood to head towards the counter.
"Madame...?" He asked quietly. "I have forgotten my room number, could you check it please...?" He silently prayed the woman behind the computer knew English.
"Ah- Oui, Monsieur. I will check it for you. Name please?"
Klaha bit his lip, looking to the side before leaning close, whispering the real name of that beautiful guitarist he had hurt moments ago. The woman nodded, letting him know the room and floor. Klaha smiled, thanking her and quickly left ,running into the elevator. How stupid I am... The vocalist leaned onto the elevator, both hands resting on the cane he held. As the doors opened, he could feel his heart pound as he exited, to find the room the dazzling aristocrat stayed in. He carefully read each number that had been plastered on the doors. The reaction he was given told him how hurt the porcelain beauty must be. Whatever Klaha had done exactly, it didn't really matter, he only wanted to make it better...
Finally coming across the room, he hesitated, procrastinating his main purpose. After a few moments, he developed the courage to knock on that door. A few more moments after that, he let that enticing name slip past his lips once more. "Mana-sama..."
Would the man answer him at all, he wondered.
"Please.. don't be upset... I.. I The thought came to me at that very moment; I hadn't planned this out just to ask you. Forget the collaboration; I just wanted to see you again. It's been so long... When I thought about it, I thought it would be nice to play music together again. Beautiful... music." I'm such a fool, talking to a door.
Klaha pressed his brow against the door, holding onto the cane that he managed to forget existed. Such a fool I am... How could he ever love me the way I love him... We're just friends... And maybe not even that any more. Masaki, you're such an idiot; why did you ever even suggest that out loud?! Klaha bit his lip, hard, the pink skin beginning to turn white in the area.
"I love you..." He whispered, oh so quietly, and intensely hoped it would not carry into the room. His heart felt a twinge of pain inside. Was he overreacting? Perhaps, but.. It still hurt. So much, he could feel his eyes begin to burn with held back tears. I'm too sensitive! He scolded, closing his eyes one or two tears that had built up slipped from his eyes.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 1:37 pm
Of course you love me, dear...
Mana briefly wondered how he'd managed to get the room number. He went to the door, however, silently, and pressed his ear to it. He wanted to open it. He wanted to run and hide under the covers. He wanted to jump out the window. He wanted to dress as a maid and come out, leaving his unmakeupped face and unstyled hair to be a disguise, slip away and never see Klaha again. Most of all he wanted to open the door and make himself very, very tempting, and drag his angel to the bed. He wanted to perform the sin that had destroyed a city, in biblical times.
He pressed his ear to the door and heard something that sounded like the thing he most wanted to hear. But it couldn't be that.
All he could hear was his own heartbeat in his ears now. And he could still hear it, the beating drum, when he slowly opened the door. It became faster as he latched onto Klaha's wrist, faster still when he pulled him inside, even faster when he closed the door and forcefully planted a desperate, greedy kiss on those pink lips. "What did you say just now?" he demanded of the man, eyes latching onto his. "Repeat it."
...everybody does.
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Posted: Mon Jul 05, 2010 3:13 pm
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha was cut off guard as the door seemed to have opened, but even more baffled by the fact he was now inside the room after a wonderful kiss. Letting it all register, Klaha pressed his back against the door, stammering slightly. "I.. I..."
Staring into those sharp grey eyes, he felt his heart stop. Klaha's mind went completely blank, he wasn't sure if he was breathing or not.
It was so much easier to say when he thought the man wasn't listening... Unable to really think about what he was doing, Klaha placed his hands on Mana's shoulders, letting the cane he held drop to the floor. He could feel himself trembling. "I love you..." He whispered again, pulling Mana closer to kiss those lips again so hesitantly. He wanted to savour that wonderful feeling. How delightful the darkness tasted... He couldn't help but let his hand slide to the prince's face delicately, as if afraid he might slip away. He barely dared to part his lips away from Mana's, letting them hover just where they were. His hands pulled back the raven coloured hair of the enticing figure in front of him. With ghostly touch, his fingers traced the smooth jawline.
"I love you." He whispered again, more confidently. His mind felt clouded by so many thoughts. He wanted this perfect doll to take him into the darkness; he wanted to be the glimmer of light for him. So many other things he wanted to say, but not a single word left him. Not a sound. Klaha was so entranced by the surreal moment.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 12:16 am
Of course you love me, dear...
Mana wanted to yell. He wanted to dance. He wanted to drag this man to the pretty little bed and sweat off a layer of makeup. He wondered if he could make Klaha scream louder than he did onstage if he tried. But he couldn't break the moment. It crossed his mind that maybe this was still in the hopes of a publicity stunt. He didn't care. He had him, here, in the room, in front of him, and his lips were slightly tinged with purple from an electric, magical kiss. He had just heard him say, twice, that he loved him.
So he simply tilted his head, allowing the taller man to explore, enjoying the light touch. "I never talked aloud much. And I never slept with anyone... reserved for you, my darling." he said. "And I never smiled... because that's yours, as well."
And he gave him a brilliant, happy one.
"You have no idea how long I wished you would say that. Dreamed of it." he whispered, his arms snaking around his angel's waist. A kiss on the ear, the collarbone. Traces of purple lipstick. "I thought you would never do it. I thought you weren't interested. I was scared. I... I couldn't bring myself to tell you I loved you because so long as I never asked I would never be told you didn't love me. You have no idea how happy you've made me. Are you happy?"
...everybody does.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:08 am
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha felt his cheeks grow warm, listening quietly to every word. His heart soared, as he closed his eyes, feeling those lips leave their mark on his skin. He didn't know what to say, despite there were so many things he could, and should say. And what a beautiful smile; his thumb traced along those painted lips. As slender arms held his waist, he stepped closer to the beautiful prince. He tried to leave little to no space between their bodies.
"Mana..." he started, both hands cupping the porcelain face. "I always loved you... I thought, though, I was too..." He couldn't find the right word; or perhaps there were too many. "Too light for you. But, yes... I'm happy, here with you..." With that said, Klaha kissed the man deeply, passionately. His hands pulled that fragile-looking face closer, into his kiss. Addicting, seductive, alluring, perfect... The desire that dwelt deep inside, he felt, began to emerge. He wanted to be tainted, delluded, by the darkness of this perfect entity. Or perhaps, shine wings so bright to illuminate the prince's darkness.
Klaha was so caught in thought and pleasure, he'd forgotten how to breath though his nose. Pulling away reluctantly, Klaha barely whispered, "Let me light your darkness... Then dim me with your night." Klaha smiled sincerely before planting another kiss on those wonderful lips. Another and another, each kiss with twice as much force, twice as much passion. No human can be so addictive; he must be something else. Something otherworldly. So magnificent...
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 1:35 am
Of course you love me, dear...
Mana laughed, and cried, and then just kissed, trying to lock this moment away so he could write a song about it later. His tongue competed with the other in a little dance, and he could hardly breathe from the kisses and the shock and the lust and the love. He was dizzy with happiness. Klaha was giving him a lovely, close hug and he was kissing him and grabbing him and everything was happy and loving and he was greedy for more of it, all of it, his lips, his hands, his body, his eyes....
He decided they would be more comfortable not leaning against a door.
He pulled away and laughed, a bell-like peal, pulling his love lightly over to the sofa. "You have an unfair advantage over me in this apartment. I think I'll lock you up in a dungeon and then I'll cover you in darkness." he said, and happily plunked himself down with his head in the other's lap, admiring him from below. But he couldn't reach those magnificent lips in that position... He moved, sitting on his lap with one leg on either side, kneeling. He pressed his lips to Klaha's again, sighing contentedly. His small hands lifted and he grabbed fistfuls of hair to keep the other in place as his tongue pushed through and he deepened the kiss.
He took his mouth off for a second to speak. "Are you mine, now, and do I get to be yours?" he asked, smiling. "Can I call you my Masaki?"
...everybody does.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:08 am
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Tongues entwined, Klaha had not wanted to leaved their current position, though he gladly followed the doll towards the couch with an elegant smile. "Then, I look forward to it..." He purred teasingly in reply to Mana's comment. His heart was pounding and his head felt light. His hand was automatically drawn to that pretty face in that lay in his lap before Mana moved. A feverent kiss; his hands wandered to the man's back, pulling him closer as his lips crushed onto Mana's.
The slightest sound of protest escaped Klaha's throat as their kiss ended so shortly. But he smiled, brightly, nontheless. "I am yours, eternally, and yes... You will be made mine." He answered. "And... Of course, you can call me whatever you wish." Klaha, or Masaki, master, love, servant or slave, darling and angel, b***h or lover, he didn't care what name he was given. But to hear his real name for a change lifted his heart, if it hadn't had an attack already from the roller-coaster ride it's had in the one day.
"Mon chéri..." He whispered. There were few phrases he actually knew in French, this being one. All he had been taught by the guitarist back in their Malice Mizer days. He used them always in songs, but never on the intention he always had, until now.
"Je t'aime vous."
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 2:51 am
 Of course you love me, dear...
Mana giggled at the mistake. "It's je t'aime. The vous is unnecessary." he said. "Not to mention, it's also kind of a term of respect, when you use it correctly, a formality. Tu is the one you want."
But he felt happier than ever as he remembered teaching the vocalist those words.
He kissed him on the nose. "Unless of course you want to call me maître." He joked. He wondered if Klaha knew what that was. He didn't care. Hearing it from those lips would bring him another thrill among many - as if he needed it.
He put is head down on his love's shoulder, licked an earlobe, and then took his hand and guided it over to his of chest, just left of the center. "It's yours, darling of mine." he said, kissing him lightly, a peck really. "As all the rest of me. Take good care of it." He placed the other hand on his waist.
Now he regretted the layered clothing. Pretty, but abominably hard to get one's lover's hands under. Grr. he thought Why could I not have chosen something with snaps instead of buckles?
...everybody does.
((I think I'll call you Jen.))
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:10 am
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx((hurhurr lol <3))
Klaha listened patiently to Mana's explanation, glad to hear it from that voice rather than read and guess. That deep voice, that contrasted the effeminate look the man usually had... It was nice to hear, it always has been. "Ah, but so is sama, Mana-sama," He teased.
Maître... Was that what it sounded like...? Klaha let out a light-hearted chuckle. "You can call me whatever you wish..." he repeated. Before he could use his hands to cup Mana's face, the man had pulled one to his chest. Klaha could barely feel the heartbeat beneath the clothes.
"I will keep it forever. Locked away so only I can see it; so it won't ever break..." Masaki stated with determination. "It won't see the light of day." he half-joked. Removing his hands, Klaha unbuttoned his simple white shirt halfway before returning to gently holding Mana. One hand slid down from the prince's chest, slowly, down to his hips and down to his leg. His hand gently slipped to the man's inner thigh, caressing his leg with a slightly seductive touch. He leaned close, nuzzling the dark doll's neck before kissing him there. His lips trailed and kissed around his beloved's neck, above the necklace he gave to him.
"Mon précieuse poupée." A little more French Klaha had picked up; small useless phrases to everday life, but perfect for such moments like these.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 7:26 am
Of course you love me, dear...
Said dark doll very much enjoyed the attention. He craftily slid himself closer so that not only were his legs spread, he could also feel the slight bulge his attentions had caused, and therefore it could surely feel him back. He wiggled, under pretense of finding a more comfortable position, though why he needed such an excuse when the true motive was this obvious would forever be a mystery.
"You know, you're very lucky I don't have a weak heart, or today would have killed me and then where would we be?" he commented. "I had no idea you were in France, and I saw you in the crowd... that was the first time today you stopped my heart. Then you popped in and asked me for tea, and then, you big goof, you told me you loved me. I think either one might have killed me from shock. Not that I regret any one of them."
He smiled at Klaha. "I wouldn't regret flames of hell if they brought me you, my dearest, loveliest Masaki....."
...everybody does.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 8:22 am
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha smirked playfully at the prince, his hand cupping growing bulge the other man wore. Ever so slowly, as he listened to Mana carefully, his hand groped and caressed the swelling.
"I suppose, I am very lucky... But I'm also glad I can effect you like that... Like this. I had no idea you loved me this way. But I wanted to chance it; I wanted to see you after so long without you." Using his free hand, Klaha placed his hand on the back of Mana's neck, burying his fingers in the inky-black hair of his. Masaki pulled the porecelain figure into another deep kiss, his tongue restlessly dancing in the other's hot mouth, toying with his wet muscle. "Je t'aime" He whispered quickly, and correctly, barely pulling away from the guitarist's lips before crushing them with his own again.
The sensation made Masaki's body begin to tremor lightly; his fingertips tingled and his lips and cheeks burned. He wanted to just push the man on his back and devour burning flesh, hold him and entwine their bodies, mixed scents surrounding them. Lost in temptation, Klaha was unable to noticed he was already pushing Mana onto his back on the sofa they shared. What an intoxicating feeling...
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 9:01 am
Of course you love me, dear...
Mana bit his lip and did his best not to let a moan escape his lips. Where had his angel learned to play like that? He allowed his legs to tangle with the other's as the kiss tipped them over onto the sofa. His own hands slipped under the jacket and settled, one on his shoulders, and one on his (delicious) bum. He did his best to keep wriggling, despite Klaha's weight pinning him down. Each time he started to feel like giving up, his next movement would rub the perfect spot and at the rapidly hardening lump's twitch, he would have ample reason to keep going.
He let go of the lips to test whether his lover (How good it was to call him that!) had sensitive ears with a playful lick, breathing rather hard from combined adrenaline and rib-crushing.
One of Klaha's buttons managed to snag a n****e through the clothing and he gasped a little as it sent an electric zing straight to his crotch. He immediately imagined the culprit kissing it better, and rubbed himself all over him with renewed zeal.
...everybody does.
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Posted: Tue Jul 06, 2010 4:08 pm
❝ In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present. ❞▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄XxXx
Klaha could feel blood begin to to pump quickly down into his groin as well as felt his face warmer than usual. About to give a sound of protest to Mana for breaking the kiss, instead a quiet gasp left him at the tongue that flicked his ear. So, was that the game then? Klaha smiled and his hands wandered to Mana's chest, both palms lightly rubbing the soft cloth, right above his nipples.
As Klaha continued to tease the nubs underneath the layered clothes, he kissed, licked, and nipped the dark prince's jawline. He began to then press his hips closer to Mana's, his own crotch becoming a little more than sensitive.
"Ah..." He barely breathed. The sensation made Masaki quietly moan, despite how much he tried to muffle it in the porcelain doll's shoulder.
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