My Dirty Little Secret

Secret Sixty-Three: Bandages

The day had come for Shiroken to remove the bandages from around his face. The past few weeks were utter hell. It was hard enough seeing in blobs of color and smudges but without even that, he couldn't do anything by himself. 

Shiroken had to take time off from working at day Svante, he also had to live with Shuu. There was no way that he would stay with his brothers and Eren in this condition. The questions would be endless, the torture ongoing. 

Was it okay to remove these bandages by himself? Were there any instructions to follow? He didn't know but he didn't care anymore. Shiroken just wanted to get it over with. Taking off bandage by bandage, his eyes felt free now. There wasn't that cumbersome weight on them any longer. He could feel the light touch his eyelids. Shiroken was afraid to open his eyes, a part of him didn't want to know if it had failed. If it had failed, he wouldn't know how to deal with the future.

Slowly, but surely, he opened them. The first thing he saw was Shuu's eager face. He looked around, seeing the place he had lived in these past few weeks. It was surprisingly normal. The light burned his eyes, they had been covered so long it was hard to adjust. 

Unwanted tears started flowing. He didn't feel sad or happy they just came. A mixture of emotions coursed through his being. How do you describe such a feeling in words?

"Your left eye...is red now," Shuu observed. Shiroken lifted a hand up to his left eye, the one that was worse off before. He didn't care what color it was now, he could see, that was all that mattered. However, what had caused his eye to change its color?

"Shuu, I can see," he said, "I can see!" Shiroken jumped into Shuu's arms laughing. Shuu laughed too. The crazy attempt had worked. They must send their thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Zoe as soon as possible but that could wait...

"Oh shit, I can see," Shiroken pushed Shuu away and turned, back facing the Frenchman. Shuu stared confused, not really understanding what the problem was. The white-haired male took a few steps forward, thinking for quite some time.

Shiroken spun back around, "you don't get it, do you?" he asked. The male walked towards him, the hairs on the back of Shuu's neck stood up. Shiroken's aura had changed completely. Shuu felt like prey, about to get eaten. It was odd, since when had he become the meal? Shuu took a step back with each step Shiroken took forward. There was an odd gleam to the way his newly healed eyes stared.

The wall blocked his path, Shuu couldn't escape any longer. Shiroken smiled coldly, looking up at Shuu. He reached out, moving his finger along Shuu's jawline, continuing to smile. He hadn't even done anything yet and the male was terrified, in a good way, if that was possible.

"I can finally see all of your expressions," Shiroken's pointer finger traced Shuu's lips, "the one you're making now is quite nice. Are you nervous Shuu? Are you expecting something? Would you tell me the answer to that question? Come on Shuu...I already know how perverted you really are..." Shiroken slid his hand down Shuu's body. Both of his hands were now at the buttons of the suit jacket. He undid them, sliding the jacket off of Shuu's arms, letting it fall to the ground. All the while, never releasing eye-contact.

One hand slid underneath the shirt, while the other continued undoing buttons. Shuu's breath hitched, his chest now exposed, showing his hardened nipples. Shiroken's tongue rolled over one before he bit down harshly. Shuu bit his lower lip, not wanting to make any noise. He failed that attempt.

"Y-you can't..." Shuu tried to reason, to talk his way out.

"Oh? Why can't I?"

"Did you forget my line of work?" Shuu spoke. Shiroken ignored the statement, it seemed silly to him. If Shuu wanted to be a stripper, he would just have to wear these marks with pride. There was nothing else to the matter.

A relationship is a thing that goes two ways, more give than take. Shuu should consider himself lucky that Shiroken didn't force him to quit. Shuu should also know how possessive he is, considering he witnessed the results of jealousy time and time again. Why did this come as a surprise? 

Angry at Shuu for being so concerned with a trivial matter, Shiroken moved up to bite down on his shoulder. Shuu flinched, he could feel some blood travel down his back and chest. This was a mark that wouldn't go away for a while. A bite mark, not very romantic. Having the outline of Shiroken's teeth on his skin didn't seem like the sort of thing he would have wished for. 

But for some reason, he didn't hate it. Shuu stopped trying to refuse Shiroken and instead just let him do as he wished. Shuu thought to himself, wondering if he was a masochist. He didn't think he was but the evidence before him was proving otherwise. 

Sensing that Shuu was thinking about something other than him, Shiroken bit down harder, in the same place. 

"That's so mean!" Shuu complained. Shiroken glared, 'serves-you-right-for-thinking-stupid-things'.

The white-haired male's phone rang, he looked at the caller ID, Kuroken. He didn't know the last time he had spoken to his brother. Did he tell him that he wouldn't be going home for a while after the surgery? No, Shiroken didn't even tell him about his eyes...so how would he know about the surgery?

"Hello?" Shiroken answered the phone. 

"'Hello'? That's all you have to say for yourself? You disappeared! Do you know how worried I was? How worried Haise was too? You should have told us something! Left a postcard, I don't care. Are you okay? You're talking to me...so you aren't dead, right?" Shiroken could hear the worry in his brother's voice and almost felt guilty, almost.

"Mm, I'm alive, I'm on my way now, there is a lot to tell you..." Shiroken ended the call, without listening to whatever Kuroken had to say. He looked at his phone, all of the messages and voice-mails left there. He hadn't noticed them before, well, he wouldn't have been able to see they were there. Grabbing Shuu's hand he dragged him out to the car.

"Drive," he ordered. Reluctantly, Shuu drove. Doubt lingered in the back of his mind, now that Shiroken could see, would his feelings for the Frenchman disappear as well?