Giinii Digital Frame Driver Oneshot - White Lies

Title: White Lies
Pairing: Tetsu/Hyde, Hyde/Tetsu
Rating:  R
Genre:  Romance, Lemon
Summary: "His arms are not on my waist but on my neck, his hands are running through my wind-thrashed hair. He is telling me he pity us too, he pities the wind, and the silence and the night and the city. He pities my wife, he pities me and most importantly, he pities himself."

Started writing this a month ago and just finished it yesterday. I don't know where it came from but it just came lol
Hope you like it!

Tetsu's POV

 

White Lies

Nothing Happened. I swear to the heavens That Nothing Happened. We just stared at Each Other. We Stood There in the corridor and we stared across the empty space Into Each Other's eyes.

It Was

dimly lit. Time Did not seem to Affect the inside of the gray building. Sunlight and moonlight Were Beyond comprehension concepts. The flickering light of the fancy lamp WAS unchangeable. The beige walls Were spotless and the silly-patterned carpet Was the only dynamic piece.

noise

Even Had Disappeared. Each door in the run you want to hug me and throttle me at the same time.” His voice echoed up and down the corridor.

 

Yes, I was lying. We didn’t

just

stare at each other. But that would have been the right thing. It should have ended in a simple “Good morning, long time no see”.

 

I shivered at the sound of his voice. I didn’t expect him to break the silence, he never really liked it. People may think he is talkative man, but he is quiet. And I say quiet because he can spend two hours sitting in front of you without saying a word. He can spend those two hours drifting his sight from a sheet of paper to you, and back to the paper. And, people would not believe it, but he can suddenly rise from his spot, still in silence, and plant a kiss on your lips. He is capable of making you want to die in silence if it meant getting a good-bye kiss like that. People would not believe it…

 

“I want to throttle you. No hug.” I said, unable to stay silent. His eyes were demanding an answer.

 

Another pause. He hasn’t moved and inch. Me neither.

 

And slowly, the thin, straight line of his lips becomes curve. He is smiling. Gradually his lips are turning into a wide smile. e.

 

I stare at the wall in front of me wishing I still had the sight of his eyes. My arms hang limp by my sides, his arms are around my neck, his cheek against my shoulder, his breath close to my ear.

 

I want it all to end. I want to end my thoughts and that warm skin of his and the aching in my chest. I want it all to end by simply staring at each other, and nothing more.

 

But it’s hard. It’s hard to stop thinking of him and his eyes and how beautiful they look when there’s no light but the light coming through a crack between the curtains, or the light under the dportantly, and I should be ashamed of it, my hips are tempted to make friction with his body.

 

You may think… how did staring at each other end up in this? Believe me, I ask myself the same question each day. I ask myself the same question since I first shared the temptation.

 

But no matter how many times a day I think about it, or how many times do I regret it… I always, and I mean

always , end up like this.

 

The curse of the weak-willed, easily-tempted, hyde-driven tetsuya.

 

Sometimes I pity myself. I truly do.

 

“We better find someplace safe before you end up raping me in the corridor” he says. His voice hides what I can picture perfectly in his eyes without really looking: mockery.

 

He plants a kiss on the base of my neck, making me shiver instantly, only to break the so-called hug/crush, take my hand and lead me down the corridor without speaking.

 

Now I’m left devoid of his eyes again and I simply stare at his back.

 

For some reason or the other, he won’t take the elevatorMLXC

He breaks the kiss and Stare at me. I stare back. Before we start to Appreciate the dog silent conversation we're HAVING Stares-through, we hear Movement Outside the door. I turn and I grabs my hand. No time to loose, I have leads me up the stairway ... giggling, like a girl.

'll Never Understand him completely. The quiet, serious man with the talkative, playful girliness.

Up

I leads me and we arrive to the cliché scenario: the rooftop. And even more cliché: full moon.

I bite my lower lip so I do not laugh at it. It & amTMLXC  

As always, comes the silence. There is no logical explanation for our feelings. There are no laws or paths to walk. Our relationship is not based on words but on silence. The only real sound we share is music and, right now, the sound of the wind.

 

“I pity us” I whisper.

 

He blinks, once. Twice.

 

And of course, no answer. He kisses me, deeply. Deeper than he had done years ago.

 

His arms are not on my waist but on my neck, his hands are running through my wind-thrashed hair. He is telling me he pity us too, he pities the wind, and the silence and the night and the city. He pities my wife, he pities me and most importantly, he pities himself.

 

And I’m in love with him again. His soul is bare and he is not afraid to share it with me.

 

Lucky the wind is not cold, for I start taking off his clothes and he starts taking off mine. I’ll be watching his beautiful eyes tonight by the light of the moon and the stars, and the ever-present city light will warm his skin with color.

 

We don’t care if it’sLXC

Dear god, I'm doomed.

"Stop thinking! I can hear your regrets, and guilty THOUGHTS Doubts already. At least do it! "He is really desperate now. He read me so easily. Was it the look in my eyes? Or the sudden tension in my body?

Maybe it Would Have Been Better ... pushing him over the balustrade and down twenty floors.

He growls, this time around too exasperated to wait Any Longer. He grabs me by the hips with sudden energy and throws me down on the floor while I Quickly climbs over me.

This time around I am surprised ... and cold. The floor is cold.

Before I Have Time to protest by the sudden change of events, I kisses me on the lips. A Better way to describe it is something like this: I grabs me by the chin, and down on my lips Attacks Until He's Able to Separate Them and start a violent war with my tongue.

As I deepens the kiss even more my thoughts about the cold floor, His death body, my guilt, and my sensation of Being doomed to die in tragedy disappear. There is nothing else but him. His tongue and the historical body warmth emanate. Every single pore of my skin is drowning in him, in the sensation of his being.

 

He is caressing me now. His desperate kiss seems to be on a different dimension for his hands are moving slowly up and down my chest. He caresses me as he did when he first had me. That night years ago when I gave unto him and told him I didn’t just want his voice for myself.

His hands go up and down, caressing my shoulders, my arms, and my upper and lower chest. And then he suddenly remembers I have legs and he starts a slow, rhythmic travel to them.

 

His tongue leaves my mouth and as I open my eyes to see what he is about to do, his mouth comes in contact with my neck and I or be with him, I Surely Would Have Sex with my wife and get her pregnant.

I Did not Want to Be An Unemployed, sexually-frustrated father.

"Why are yo-"

But Before I Had Time to ask of him anything, I Came down on me, kissed me on the forehead and what i did wanted him to do.

Do I need to say it? Yes, I WAS thrilled to feel him inside of me.

It Was terribly painful and uncomfortable at first But I Had Been longing for it. I Had Beenmovement of his body.

 

He kisses my face, sweet butterfly kisses without order. His hands grip my skin, traveling down my sides, up my legs and finally finding the perfect spot to rest: at my arched back. He lifts me up and pushes deeper inside of me. We both moan without caring who might hear.

 

He moves slowly and I give him the freedom to mark the beat. He pushes me closer to him, pushes my hips against his and deepens even more the contact. I’m mad with pleasure and the cool wind that suddenly started blowing around us is only providing us with another stimulus. The heat we create through friction meets the cool wind and makes us shiver. except for one: hyde.

I'm on a state of mind Beyond Control. I'm Not There Anymore but I'm feeling everything. He Is There and He Is Saying moaning too and my name over and over But I can not keep it all in my mind for long. Every moan is new; Every repetition of my name is unique.

Each thrust is a new explosion of feeling, Against Each contact of skin to skin opens new void inside of me. And Each and Every One of Those voids wait for him.

Suddenly it all clears away and I Know Where I am and what I'm doing. I sink my fingers back and Unto historical puund me is gushing through me. I’m not alive yet I’m not death. I’m nothing.

 

And then it snaps. I draw in breath desperately, as though I had been underwater for an hour. I blink twice and finally I see something. A dark space full of tinny pinpoints of light. As I draw in breath after breath I try to recall the name of it, the reason of it. Why is it there?

 

I suddenly remember it all when I hear him. His agitated breathing brings me back to reality; his weight upon my chest marks the start of time again. Suddenly I remember I’m a human being, that dark space is the night sky and the body upon me is hyde.

 

And we, he and I, had just done it again.

 

I’m still trying to control my breathing yet I begin to laugh. I laugh quietly at first, then openly. It sounds hysteric but I can’t control it. I laugh for a long period of time, almost choking due to lack of oxygen. But it’s all so amusing.

 

“What’s so funny?” he suddenly breaks it all. I stop laughing and take deep breaths. His breathing is more even now and he stares up at me.

 

“Nothing. It’s just\u0026amp; hellip; we Simply Walk Into Each Other in a corridor. "I Said, half hysteric, half thrilled.

He is silent. I just stare.

A car honks in the distance, an ambulance noise STI shares with us and the city. Minutes pass Without real change, Though as time Almost Decided to repeat Itself for a while. His breath is calm now as mine is too.

He lets fall His head down in my chest, I just bring a hand to my forehead and let it rest There. As always, we share What Hurts and Pleases at the Same Time: silence.

We don & rsLXC He lifts his head and stares at me. I let my eyes drift away.

I can’t hide the letdown.

 

“Nothing happened…” he whispers back.

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