Nike Track Spikes Tattoo

Error, Error

Title: Error
Banda : MUCC
Author: fuckantastic
Rating: M
couple : TatsurouxMiya
Chapters: 3 3
Characters: Tatsurou, Miya, Yukke, SATOchi
Warnings: shounen ai, yaoi
Summary: After a long and idyllic week, the still nascent relationship between Miya and is Tatsurou cracks. Tatsurou looking for answers, while all I get is leave more questions unanswered.

Note: As explained ljmoony in Chapter VIII of Hara or Watte hanasu , this fanfiction I wrote in parallel with its history. While there is nothing wrong with reading both fanfictions separately, jump over to the view that history is exactly the same with two different views. Therefore, it is clear, then, that should be read or Watte Hara hanasu first (in addition to recommending whether this story.) It was

without looking at anyone, through micro blocks from downtown. He was missing more than half way. Not seem to notice he was pushing slightly to some people. Just look forward, very agitated. The tears still streaming down his face and his chest still shaking convulsively at a rate different from their legs. The number of people decreased dramatically as he walked away from those blocks. Just had stopped at traffic lights because of traffic, and luckily had not encountered any tile or cord. He did not look in any direction is not forward.
Two phrases were carved in the same determination in his mind. "I do not want to be more me," sharp, which clouded his eyes and licked his face. I did that unconsciously put a hand to his chest and closed his eyes for a moment. "I will make you want to be me again," the second, which gave him the will power enough to run the stables that were needed, wiping his eyes with the back of the hand and fill their lungs with oxygen.
His legs carried him alone.
"It's a taken. " Miya was not going to escape so fast. No, definitely. Just had to make him see that he did not care how hard it was to be together, if hardship was not going to quit. They would not end up anything that was foreign to them both. He had all the will of the world, and more if needed, to make this month better than an ordeal. SATOchi words in his mind: "You think you will meet the first month of touring, Tatsurou, not fuck. You know what is the first month. " Yes was most needed to be on top of each other. And could see how. First I had to be willing to be with him. "We still have to love me."
was two blocks from the apartment. He looked up to heaven, and saw part of the building while hastening the pace. When he turned the corner, put his right hand in his pocket, looking for the keys. The movement of his legs made it difficult the task, so it only took a few steps. He had to stop, finally, to remove the keychain from his pocket. Three keys and a Doraemon. Resumed immediate step, and stopped just outside the entrance of the department.
His throat was completely dry, and did not have enough air puffs to fill the lungs. He looked at the lock and keys, but could not go. He leaned a moment against the glass door to catch his breath. Breathing effort was required just closed his eyes briefly and took the chest with his right hand, pressing the keys on his clothes. Just now noticed how hot it was. Fantastic idea to run fifteen blocks from the capital in August. Fabulous. The heart chest was going to fall out at any time, as the artery that God knows his name but one that was becoming strongly noted in his neck. Just felt better again the keys. Took the largest, silver, and introduced into the bowl of the lock. Two laps, and with all his weight on it went. He nodded to the elevator, and headed toward the elevator. Suddenly remembered that I had not closed, turned on his heels and apologized to the man. Closed, and walked hastily. Door is pulled, a door that folded, unfolded and the other door closed itself. He pressed the 4, and began to climb. Looked at his feet. He noted that his image was reflected on your left. She looked in the mirror to tidy up some clothes and hair. Did not have much time anyway, and neither would have spent more than have ever had. The electric bell interrupted him. Folded inside the door, pushed the other, the force deployed earlier and let the external one was closed. He walked to the "D" inserted the key and entered.
The silence was absolute. If he had not swept away the shoes of the other three, would have thought he was alone. Moved decisively towards its recent quarter, and without knocking, entered. The outlook was very discouraging but not unexpected. Miya was lying on his mat, without covering, hugging the pillow. Yukke sat at his left side when looking Miya, his face was very wrinkled. Lucia truly contrite. SATOchi Yukke stood by stroking the back to the largest. Immediately the two gaze directed at him when he entered, and faster got up and left when Tatsurou asked if they could leave them alone for a moment. They passed silently by his side, since neither had been moved from the door. Once they were, closed it behind him. She watched for a few seconds long, and walked towards him. He crouched beside her with one hand on his back, looking at him, while his throat was closing little by little and his mouth pursed. He was dying to hold him, kiss his tears, cuddling all that was necessary, or more. But something stopped him. Felt it was somehow wrong, or no longer podíao should. That was not in his right not to kiss or anything resembling it, much less sit on top of him, stroking his back and clear the face of his hair, watching him closely, and then support him in his shoulder and sway gently to him about his legs. No, there was nothing of that.
"No, not true." Two drops furrowed his cheeks, one of them seeing their steps slowed by one embossed with the name of the moon. It was still her boyfriend. And he did it matter that the voice of his stupid conscience told him what had just imagined it could be wrong. He had come to change it. It mattered little, or rather, he wanted it mattered little that Miya did not want to spend more time with him. He was back to wanting to be with him to return. Did not dry the tears, because he cared too little, and dealt smoothly flip as he could. Miya would deal with from now on, and nothing else. That the poor world to split a ray divine. It took
face, moist. He seemed small in his hand, was all him. Chiquito. Puffy eyes, too small, red lips, with a considerably larger. Chapped nose, something pink. Her cheeks also. Wet, wet. Paper appeared, helpless and fragile. No resistíaa his touch. With his right hand stroked his thumb under his eyelid, dry skin. Then her cheek, then touched his forehead. He kissed the other, deeper, slowly, closing her eyes. When he took off his eyelids again, saw that Miya had closed theirs. The vertigo in his abdomen was noted more and more like its darker and wanting to give kisses. His left hand, which so far had sustained his shoulder, moved his arm, looking your hand. He held her tightly against his chest and his right arm raised him from the sheets. "Stop crying," he said, not noticing his voice cracking. Repeatedly kissed her temple, always slowly. He felt Miya, slowly, rested his palms open almost powerless over his chest. The displaced, then letting kissing his shoulders. It was not long after they returned to their previous position, while Tatsurou him tightly to him. Contrary to what had been calculated, the more he felt his skin on his lips, made him worse. He took his hands and a sob escaped her lips. Miya was, this time, which made her cheeks. Tatsurou looked at him and held his hands to his waist. Blue eyes watched him with a frown very wrinkled. With lips unglued. Did not lose any details of his face, no. That was torture. His breathing was altered considerably, and his mouth pursed in a grimace of pain. Reflexively closed his eyes, and large drops vertically crossed his face again. Miya spoke first. "What, love?" He asked, visibly worried. How
"what?" What happened? But if he had said everything was a mistake! Without meaning to, for fear that escaped as sand, dug his fingers into his back.
"Why do not you want to be with me anymore?". How it had hurt to pronounce that sentence aloud words carry what I was doing who knows how many minutes or hours or whatever was eating him inside. No wiping his face and covered her mouth, failed to have anything to do with letting go. Miya immediately embraced him, repeatedly denied, stroking his head and asked him where he get that.
Something was not closed. He had taken from his mouth, the same as I was asking questions, and whose owner was 5 minutes in his presence at least, he was crying. For what he thought the same as him. Because they could be together on tour. That mouth that kissed him, he confessed with shame, which freed sweet sighs in his ear and lips, the same as your dueñoy poisoned tortured him to it, the more cruel to him occurred, and that was more cruel to him same. With great difficulty, he spoke.

- You ... you told me, you told everyone it was a mistake, made air-having said what I felt. And it is not. Miya

retorts not any of his comments, only kissed her forehead and asked him to calm down. He cried, in a more smooth. In laughter or tears, did not care. Tatsurou was the only one who spoke.

- Do not be so cruel, Miya - asked. Each time was harder for him to breathe. "No be cruel, "had asked" Do not tell me you regret being with me, Miya. Do not be so cruel to me. Her sobs were

crescendo. All Tatsurou plan to make Miya had wanted to be with him again, had vanished. Could not contain his tears, and could not stop his. Miya's cheeks took on their own, and he grabbed her wrists. I stammered an apology, but was not enough. I had to repent, did not care if it ended in tears or not. He cared not repent.

- I did not say I did not want to be with you anymore.
- But you repent.

There was no reproach in his voice. He was not forbidding feel this way. I wanted not to feel that way.
No one was going to take to Miya. Least at that time. He took her face in her hands again.

- Is it for the tour that did not want to be with me anymore? He asked, with effort, keeping the same tone with which Swabian were talking - because if so, I do not care. Do you want to be with me, yet?

Small eyes of her boyfriend looked sad, as if he'd say the most hurtful words I had heard in a long time. She hugged him and told him, without words, but with a big hug and a kiss on her lips, her favorite lip, yes. That of course.

- Miya, I'm not going to stop being with you because the manager does not like or do not have much time to be alone. I'm not going to stop be with you for nothing we have not decided the two, okay? - Stroking his face with fervor, desperation - you will not regret, please - her voice broke again - please.

interrupted his order with a kiss that was preceded by many others. Miya was not rejecting it, or telling him to leave. I was just sad.

- I ... I was thinking about how to make you want to be me again.

He said that with relief, because it was not the same thing would repent it no longer wanted to be with him. A smile played on his lips when he uttered those words. And I would have said a thousand more than once forgot where he took Miya between his small hands to her face and began kissing him. "My love" he had said. It was her love, her love remained. Tatsurou
was not crying. He smiled quietly, she kissed his lips drawn, and eyes gently closed. She hugged him better, holding his back and neck. It was his back. He had always been theirs. Now he was on solid ground, safe. And was quiet. Everything else had a solution.

- Do not worry about the tour, "he said, well just quenched his thirst for Miya- ... we take it as a game.
- And how to play this game? - Smiling, yes, had managed to make him smile.
- is to see who holds more without kissing the other. Challenging environment - interrupted their laughter, what a beautiful smile and play to lose but I promise that I will wear well. - Received no response words, only a kiss or timid laughter from those who loved him - I can bear I well.
- Tatsu - laughed please always want to kiss me at the supermarket.
- But there do I care! Also I do not want to behave well at the supermarket.
- Tatsu! - Wanted to challenge him, but the laughter filled her mouth, her skin and her boyfriend.
- I like a lot, Miya, I do not like putting up with what I have for you. - Hugged him stronger, and stroked her hair - but if it is to be with you, I stand. I promise.

And it was a promise, yes. Whatever it was, did not care. Would do what was necessary. Whatever was necessary for their tiny, tiny, thick lips and short, cruel, sweet and soft, timid little hands around his back now, and just clung to him, with broad hips, smooth skin, warm and never tired of saying, smooth, because that was all him, soft as cotton. And I did know, stealing new tears, with a different flavor to the other, they are happy, ashamed, that stacked flush on her cheeks and thus sweetness and tenderness. He sighed in his ear, right now, not memories, the exact pace that he, with eyes closed, almost imperceptibly. The owner of that skin that made him close his eyes, which became insatiable, that made him stroke it louder and alter the voice to its wearer. No matter if they were making love or not, needed to be in contact with it anyway. Throughout the day he sought to kiss him, hug him and that his hand intruder to infiltrate into the back of their shirts, the waistband of your pajamas or a leg of Bermuda. He was not interested, all his skin was incredible. And at times so, your legs, incomparable. The more you away from your knees up, his favorite. He had declared the first time they had been together for 8 or 9 days, his thighs were the best. And although I thought the plural, the main victim was left. He stopped his inspection, only a few moments, the firm bite that her boyfriend had just inferred right next to the Adam's apple, later to discover that it had become a purple ellipse, to escape from his kisses. Friction rubbing their lips for more than an hour, because everything took hours to Miya, had flushed both pairs.
were wet, either. The fan only betrayed his presence by the slightest sound of their blades to turn that none of them was receiving. They continued kissing, fondling had lost some of its force and the movement had ceased. The shadows had grown many inches on the walls. Like the sound of the fan, all the signs of aging were masked, were protesting in vain. Tatsurou was holding him back, stroking his back and holding her hips, smiling. He smiled so broadly that it could not find her upper lip to your lower pair. Nor was he interested. Miya was still her little boy, his "coco", and above all, his.
closed his eyes in relief. Everyone else had a solution.