Tainted Angel
Chapter 6
His feet were silent as he moved down the hall, fingers dragged along the paint of the wall. The door yawned before him in the dark hallway, a beacon of light luring him like a siren. He pushed it open and stepped into the bedroom. His angel had since moved to the center of the bed and was currently sprawled in all directions. The corner of his mouth turned up as he leaned against the door frame, reveling in the chance to see this vulnerability. It was a moment he enjoyed seeing in all of his bandmates. This desperate need that at times overtook them and brought them all low, even the mighty Kaoru. The mattress sagged slightly as he sat, his fingers running lightly up and down Shinya’s smooth back, the bite mark from the night before a mar on his pale skin. A soft sound left the sleeping mans throat, his body fighting the waking. Leaning down Kyo whispered his lips across his back, coaxing him awake.
Coal dark lashes fluttered against cheeks as eyes slowly opened. Raising his head slightly he looked over his shoulder down the length of his body. He gently lowered himself back to the bed, his arms held close to his chest, hands fisted lightly under his shoulders. His auburn hair lay tousled on the pillow as he blinked sleepily at the light coming in the window. When the lips left him and a hand smoothed his hair from his face he knew that his brief rest was over. If Kyo was awake…no, If his master was awake then he should be as well. His hands pressed to the mattress as he sat up slowly and turned to look balefully at the other man. A chuckle rumbled in their quiet oasis.
“It’s time you showered and got ready for practice. You’ll have to wear some of my track pants and a tee for the ride to your apartment. We can gather a few things and see to Miyu while we are there.” His hand brushed a lock of hair from Shinya’s face before he stood to find something to wear. Shinya gave him a hesitant look before he slipped from the bed. He was still very unsure around the other man, as if they were strangers suddenly forced to share a morning after. Shy glances were sent over his shoulder as he left the room. His steps were hurried, unsure if the other would be displeased if he dawdled.
His towel from the night before hung over the rack in the bathroom. A finger hit the button for the heat in the bathing stall, the soft whirl of the heater sounding behind frosted glass. Turning to leave the room he made his way down the hall to the small toilet room. He was surprised at how meticulously clean the whole apartment was. In his mind he had always pictured everything beyond the living room to be as chaotic as the smaller man. Thinking on it now he realized that maybe it was Kyo’s way of controlling a life that had perhaps slipped from his grasp. In the whirlwind of emotions and pressure it was his way of having normality and control. His hands were washed in the small sink as he finished up, hitting the light before making his way for his morning shower. The door was closed and the heat turned off in the shower as he slid the door back to slip in and turn on the water. The heat dial was set a little higher than he himself liked it but he left it alone, his skin turning a dull red as his body was cleaned.
As Shinya washed his hair Kyo slipped into the room to open cabinets and set a new toothbrush as well as a razor on the counter to wait for the younger mans use. His fingers plucked his own brush from the holder, hand going through the motions of setting paste to bristles as his eyes focused on the figure behind the glass. The morning held an odd dream like quality to it, as if none of this were real. It was oddly domestic and not at all like the harsh quick couplings in the dark with past partners that had never lasted till the light of the day. Spitting the last of the toothpaste into the sink he was drawn out of his musings by the sound of the water cutting off and the door opening. His slave stood in the door, a blush stealing over his features.
His fingers plucked at the towel, pulling it from the rack and beginning to dry himself. He stole glances at the other man as Kyo began to lather his face for a shave. His eyes picked out the extra razor and the toothbrush that must be his own. Stepping to the sink he began his morning ritual.