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Another Time, Another Place
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Bleach › Yaoi - Male/Male
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
3
Views:
2,869
Reviews:
5
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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II - Blind in the Wolf's Home
Named // Another Time, Another Place
Chapter // II – Blind in the Wolf’s Home
Written by // R. Brightside
Pairing // Shuuhei/Tousen
Song // Blind – Wolfsheim
Chapter Warning // Yaoi, Angst, mentions of violence.
Author’s Note // This fanfiction is going to be a collection of AU fanfictions, written to the lyrics of some of the most sensual songs I own, and to some of the more silly songs, too. There will be a steady doseage of laughs and angst – all to my favourite pairings.
As promised, ShuuTou.
Enjoy.
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We were best friends for years – since we were children, infact.
We went through it all – copying each other’s work in class; carving expletives into the table and getting yelled at by the teachers; bunking lessons; fights; girls; sex; double-dating; drugs…
The list goes on and on. But Tousen has always been my best friend. We were never part of a gang, and we always found something to talk about, whether it be a girl or some new CD that we needed to complete our collection of a certain artist, or some new show that looked interesting on TV.
But, after the accident, a lot of that changed.
He was a witness for a car crash – well, barely. When the cars crashed, metal flew from the hoods of the car…
That sight was the last one he saw, I think. He was in hospital for weeks, and whenever I went to see him he had a bandage over his eyes. But the one thing that wasn’t medical on his face was that wonderful, dazzling smile. I cried the first time I saw him like that, helpless and still smiling. How could he be so optimistic? It pained me, so, so much.
When I saw him without the bandages, I almost cheered. I thought that he could see once more – but I was oh so wrong. As I got closer and he looked towards me (my footsteps were heavy, thanks to my boots) I saw that his eyes were the lightest blue, the sign of his blindness. I smiled widely at him, and pulled him into a hug.
I’m not sure that he knew I was crying of happiness, because when he started crying, all I heard was genuine sadness.
--
We became lovers the day before Tousen and I entered senior year.
I’m not sure either of us understood why. It started off with warming up his cold hands, as they were a lot more sensitive than most, and suddenly confession after confession poured from our mouths, starting as a simple game, and then just as suddenly we were holding the other close as our lips glided over skin and tongues intertwined with the experience from the many girls we had dated over the years. And we could have pulled away, pretended that it never happened – but, we decided that there was no point to it. It would always be there.
We were clumsy, but that just made it that much more erotic. Tousen couldn’t see, and I was impaired with the sheer confusion of the situation. And somehow… that made it all the more special. Each kiss, each touch… he was made of expensive China, I was sure of it. Every gasp of pain, every gasp of pleasure, I was super-sensitive to it. I knew what made him hurt, I knew what made him moan. I knew what made him feel alive again.
Our lovemaking was tentative, nothing like either of us had ever experienced with a girl before. He’d gasp out my name, and I’d whisper out his. Our lips met, almost nudges as gentle as my thrusts into his body.
We came to climax together, crying out into the night with a feeling we’d never yet experienced.
--
It was the third day into the new semester that we were caught holding eachother, and of course, the immediate response was a ‘RED ALERT’. Tousen was left out of that, and I’m forever glad for it.
I was hospitalized for a week because of the injuries on my face, four deep scratches in total - three over my left eye, and one that runs half the span of my face, ending just after the bridge of my nose. I keep it taped over to stop people from grimacing.
Tousen came stumbling through to my room in the tow of a nurse, and gingerly sat down next to me, his fingers running over my face tentatively, checking how hurt I was. They’d bandaged up most of my face, and so I could only see out of one eye for the time being. He lay down next to me, refusing to move from my side and clutching to the green hospital robes I’d been clad in.
I’m grateful for him…. Every part of him. After all, he can’t see my scars, he can’t see the disfigurement I’ve become. And it makes me grateful that someone, at least, can see beneath my skin to the emotions beneath without a second glance.
AN // Read, review, tell me what to improve~?
BrucesGirl - Thanks for reviewing, hon (: It's good to know I'm making someone else cry xP
Chapter // II – Blind in the Wolf’s Home
Written by // R. Brightside
Pairing // Shuuhei/Tousen
Song // Blind – Wolfsheim
Chapter Warning // Yaoi, Angst, mentions of violence.
Author’s Note // This fanfiction is going to be a collection of AU fanfictions, written to the lyrics of some of the most sensual songs I own, and to some of the more silly songs, too. There will be a steady doseage of laughs and angst – all to my favourite pairings.
As promised, ShuuTou.
Enjoy.
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We were best friends for years – since we were children, infact.
We went through it all – copying each other’s work in class; carving expletives into the table and getting yelled at by the teachers; bunking lessons; fights; girls; sex; double-dating; drugs…
The list goes on and on. But Tousen has always been my best friend. We were never part of a gang, and we always found something to talk about, whether it be a girl or some new CD that we needed to complete our collection of a certain artist, or some new show that looked interesting on TV.
But, after the accident, a lot of that changed.
He was a witness for a car crash – well, barely. When the cars crashed, metal flew from the hoods of the car…
That sight was the last one he saw, I think. He was in hospital for weeks, and whenever I went to see him he had a bandage over his eyes. But the one thing that wasn’t medical on his face was that wonderful, dazzling smile. I cried the first time I saw him like that, helpless and still smiling. How could he be so optimistic? It pained me, so, so much.
When I saw him without the bandages, I almost cheered. I thought that he could see once more – but I was oh so wrong. As I got closer and he looked towards me (my footsteps were heavy, thanks to my boots) I saw that his eyes were the lightest blue, the sign of his blindness. I smiled widely at him, and pulled him into a hug.
I’m not sure that he knew I was crying of happiness, because when he started crying, all I heard was genuine sadness.
--
We became lovers the day before Tousen and I entered senior year.
I’m not sure either of us understood why. It started off with warming up his cold hands, as they were a lot more sensitive than most, and suddenly confession after confession poured from our mouths, starting as a simple game, and then just as suddenly we were holding the other close as our lips glided over skin and tongues intertwined with the experience from the many girls we had dated over the years. And we could have pulled away, pretended that it never happened – but, we decided that there was no point to it. It would always be there.
We were clumsy, but that just made it that much more erotic. Tousen couldn’t see, and I was impaired with the sheer confusion of the situation. And somehow… that made it all the more special. Each kiss, each touch… he was made of expensive China, I was sure of it. Every gasp of pain, every gasp of pleasure, I was super-sensitive to it. I knew what made him hurt, I knew what made him moan. I knew what made him feel alive again.
Our lovemaking was tentative, nothing like either of us had ever experienced with a girl before. He’d gasp out my name, and I’d whisper out his. Our lips met, almost nudges as gentle as my thrusts into his body.
We came to climax together, crying out into the night with a feeling we’d never yet experienced.
--
It was the third day into the new semester that we were caught holding eachother, and of course, the immediate response was a ‘RED ALERT’. Tousen was left out of that, and I’m forever glad for it.
I was hospitalized for a week because of the injuries on my face, four deep scratches in total - three over my left eye, and one that runs half the span of my face, ending just after the bridge of my nose. I keep it taped over to stop people from grimacing.
Tousen came stumbling through to my room in the tow of a nurse, and gingerly sat down next to me, his fingers running over my face tentatively, checking how hurt I was. They’d bandaged up most of my face, and so I could only see out of one eye for the time being. He lay down next to me, refusing to move from my side and clutching to the green hospital robes I’d been clad in.
I’m grateful for him…. Every part of him. After all, he can’t see my scars, he can’t see the disfigurement I’ve become. And it makes me grateful that someone, at least, can see beneath my skin to the emotions beneath without a second glance.
AN // Read, review, tell me what to improve~?
BrucesGirl - Thanks for reviewing, hon (: It's good to know I'm making someone else cry xP