Opposites [ Kounoi/Noijaku fan fiction ]

You should be...

[long chapter, your welcome, you'll enjoy this]

~Noiz's P O V~

I snicker at Koujaku's cute reaction

I look at him and wipe the last stream of wetness off his face,

I'm looking directly at his face

But he's looking at the ground...

He seems to wither in my touch...

I wonder why...

Something in me wants me to push the limits of this and see if I can find the answer as to why he's so.... "Fragile" in my hands...
I think about it a bit too much, the resulting thought leads some where I never thought I would go in my mind... Especially with Koujaku

I pictured him... Underneath me.... Maybe with handcuffs... And he was squirming... His mouth was open... His clothing was mangled looking.... His hair messy... I don't want to continue...

Koujaku looks down and then at me smiling,
My heart jumps a little at the sight...
He never smiles at me.. And it's kind of... Comforting to see his smile...

"You should really get to bed... And you know what else you should do?"

"Hm?" I question, I'm a little too eager but I don't show it-

"Get your hand off my face"

I feel my face heat up a bit.... My hand was still on his face from when I wiped away that tear trail....

I take my hand away slowly

"Go to sleep!" he says while throwing a pillow at me

I jump when he through it at me and snicker a bit -

I pick up the pillow and spring onto the bed and throw the pillow at him then tackle him

Except we both know that we weren't actually trying to hurt each other... We were actually just playing around....

We toss and turn and laugh

This is ... So much fun..

We finally weaken and stop to catch our breath

I find my breath taken away from me though...

I look down at Koujaku,
I was about to say something- but instead I found myself looking at the state he was in...
It was just like how I thought of him earlier!!!

His clothing mangled, His hair messy, he was breathing deeply with a slight smile, his mouth wide open, his eyes closed, his arms weren't pinned but instead, one of his hands was clinging to my wrist while the other was lazily by his head. They way his chest raised while he breathed caught my eye

His raven black hair still looked good even though it was messy... I just wanted to run my hands through it.... Maybe even tug on it... And his lashes are so long and black...

This man isn't human.

He is a fucking piece of art

My wildest fucking fantasies

I felt a pain in my chest as I saw his eyes flutter open

I wanted to fuck him senseless...

I'm not even denying it anymore- I can't fucking help it. He's so hot...

I want to hear him moan and call my name while trying to catch his breath..

I know, intense.... But I don't care
However,
I do care enough that I'm not telling him