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[The Game of Cat and Mouse] unwanted thoughts

Title: unwanted thoughts
Fandom: The game of cat and mouse ( Plot )
Characters: Kyouichi Ootomo
Pairing: Imagase / Kyouichi
Rating:
NC-17 Part: 1 / 1
Warning: yaoi, self! love, missing! moment
Spoiler: Volume One
Word Count: 2351 ( Contaparole )
Summary: After the second meeting with Imagase, Kyouichi finds himself awake at night thinking and remembering. Even if you do not want.
Notes: Written for the challenge issued by the community mmom_italia
Discaimer: The game of cat and mouse and its characters belong to Setona Mizushiro and therefore I do not gain anything except the taste of I want to do them * evil laugh *.


The small corridor leading from the entrance hall was dark, like the rest of the house. Kyouichi closed the door quietly behind him and put his hand against the wall, taking off his shoes and resting on the ground without making any noise and she was late, and knowing Chikako, Kyouichi was absolutely certain that the women were already in bed, fast asleep, but could not shake off the anxiety that gripped the bowels, the fear that the woman had been able to ask him where he was. He shook his briefcase against him and his hand began to tremble convulsively, as if he died by the desire to make him make a mistake, only one, to finally put a stop to that long trail of lies and falsehoods that man, now, he was dragging behind the day on which he said the fateful yes.
Yeah, and what should I say? He thought as he walked quietly down the hall just wanting to reach the bathroom as soon as possible. You know dear, Imagase you this, that you hired the detective to find out if I'd ever cheated? Be ', will not believe it but never came to college with me and since we've known for so long has given me the opportunity to keep for themselves the information collected in exchange for a kiss! rested his hand on the doorknob of the bathroom door and lowered it slowly, though he had wanted to open it and slam it with all the strength he had in his arms. He entered the small dark room and, in the shadows, slid against the smooth surface of the door and stretched his arms to his sides, dropping his briefcase on the floor, did not want to do anything, did not want to think about anything Yet all minutes passed without a word or not do something - anything, they do not allow him to pause and remember - the thoughts of the night crowded into his mind and he found himself wandering through feelings, while pleasant, were the nauseous. He ran his hand over his face, tired, and then he slowly slid up to the collar and tie resumed too quickly, with trembling fingers untied the knot and took off some clothes. I just have to get a good shower, you said, trying to sound convincing at least in their thoughts. only a shower and then all this ... this ... this will rise out of my skin, I'm pretty sure, and as she began to think I believe it really threw himself under running hot.

When he came out of the bathroom her skin was red - due to hot water, but more desperate because of the strength with which he had rubbed the towel - and his mind strangely light, as his eyes threatened to close by a second to another. She was sleeping and as they approached the door of the bedroom his muscles began to seem more and more rigid, had just put my head down and close your eyes, let the bad thoughts slipping away from him like water and let again enveloped by the normality of her life. He had made mistakes in the past, this was true, but it was not her fault, not at all; his only fault was being a man too good, too accommodating, always willing to help anyone who needed him without expecting anything in return for a small ' consideration and it was just for that reason he had left groped by women - women who had and insisted that nothing in the world would accept no for an answer - and he had had extramarital affairs with them.
He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair still wet. How many he had had, of those relationships, in those four years of marriage? He tried to think of it, do a rough calculation, but the only things that came in mind was that they were many, too many, and involuntarily thought of the words Imagase, when he said that blackmail would go on until he had discovered until the last of his intrigues. He shivered and yet the idea of seeing him again and still get to do those things not provoked in him a feeling of disgust. He ran his hand over his face, moving his head from side to side to try to drive away all those unwanted feelings. It's just fatigue that makes me do certain things, you said, opening up the door to his bedroom. I just need sleep ... a night's sleep will put everything I know.
moves a few steps into the room lit only by the feeble light of the moon slipped from the grates, but before reaching under the covers stopped, turning to look at the bed of his wife. He had always felt a certain discomfort and embarrassment at the thought of not being able to share even a bed with the woman who had married, and yet, until then, had never experienced that vice stomach seeing sleep. His Chikako was really nice, that was undeniable, his features - which at that time Kyouichi could not make out very well - they were delicate, a little 'childish, like his character, it was a simple woman, even though it was completely different from all the others that he had ever known, especially that involving sex. She did not like, or so she said, and every time he had tried to ask her to make love with him she had always refused, reminding him that even before the wedding she made it clear what his views about . No wonder then that I had to ... as soon as that thought came into his head Kyouichi he bit his tongue, instinctively, looking away and thought that he should go to sleep and stop with all that nonsense.
He slipped under the covers and lay down on the side, with his back to the bed where his wife slept, and closed his eyes, wishing only to sink into a dreamless sleep. O thoughts of any kind. There was silence around him, but the breath of Chikako gave him no respite: it was deep, smooth as ever, but that night it seemed more insistent of a pneumatic hammer used against your ear drum, as if he did not want him to sleep or did anything to make him feel guilty. guilty of what? He wondered, with one hand went to cover the ear, crushing his head against the pillow. I have not done anything wrong, not on my own, though. Curve your back forward, closing in a fetal position, and he felt his wife's breathing on her neck and her breath hit the hair and ears and cheeks. The sound gave him the absurd illusion that the woman's was close, very close, so close that he, if he wanted, he could feel the warmth, his scent, he could even hold her, if only he had bothered to turn around, and while these ideas were off in his head he made account of not having the foggiest idea of what it would feel if that fantasy had been real. When they had kissed, the last time? How much time had passed since their last hug? His mind raced to the frantic search for an answer yet, however hard he tried, he could not remember.
He lay on his back and spread his arms and his eyes, which previously did nothing but close to exhaustion, time would not hear of the lower eyelids, causing him to lose his eyes in a dark abyss. Would have changed anything if he had the chance to do with her what he had to look at other women? He did not know, but the thought gave him pleasure, relieving the conscience. He took a deep breath and tried to quit, let's take away from there and reach a place where he could be alone, in peace, without doubt or bad feeling that the bowel twisting or dulled his ability to judge, he had only need to think of something pleasant, and so he tried to cling to his childhood memories, the moments when he could really say that he was happy, but suddenly a shadow fell in his thoughts, making eyes open wide in surprise. Not the face Imagase, pleaded to no one in particular, it was possible that while trying to clear your mind of the other man's face appeared in his fantasies, arrogant and totally unwanted, ran a hand over his eyes, trying desperately to think of anything else, but more ordered to drive to his mind the image of the man this is strongly implied, leave no other option but to accept it and get carried wherever they wanted to lead his thoughts, unable to only hope to be able to experience relief.
He recalled their first kiss, the feeling that he had tried to be doing something wrong, unnatural, and then inhaling through the nose, he seemed to smell Imagase, the smell of his cigarettes, pungent and intoxicating, that surrounded him and entered into him without leaving him no option but to surrender and to be drawn from the body and hands and tongues of the other in a swirl of feelings that had never experienced before. She opened her lips, just to let out the air more easily, and clear in his mind - so clear as to convince even his real meaning was that - back memories of the other over his mouth, that long thrill indescribable that shook from head to foot, when it was too late to avoid any contact. He liked the way he kissed the other man - perhaps too much for him that he had the absolute conviction of being straight without allowing for the possibility of a margin of error - in his mouth and tongue began to move, supporting imaginary movements . It seemed that the other was there, at that time and he was too tired to say that did not want him, he touched his neck with his finger, repeating exactly the points that the other had kissed and touched, and then let the fingertips slowly slipping on the shirt, just stroking her nipples erect, up to the elastic of his pants. There are many places that can be kissed, senpai.
Kyouichi blushed and closed his fist violently, suddenly, realizing what he was doing. He could not touch, could not pleasuring while his mind was crowded with memories of a traumatic experience he had with another man. He swallowed and put his fist near the groin, above the pubis, the fingers convulsively clutching until his knuckles whitened so that his body would take unpleasant steps, the women had never happened anything like that, he was not Ever stay awake at night remembering the hours he had spent to roll under the sheets, he had always enjoyed the time without looking back since then. She turned her head and rested her cheek on the pillow, closing his eyes and trying to ignore the growing warmth between her legs are flocking to the memories as they became more intense . He made a series of breaths, fast and irregular, to calm his heart pounding in my chest, clearing your head and making blood flow downwards, and then slammed his head against the pillow, unable to ignore that need a another second longer, he opened his hand and put his fingers over the elastic band of his trousers and boxer shorts, clutching his penis was getting harder to warm. Effort to retain a groan and opened his eyes, when the cold skin of the hand collided against the boiling of its erection, and then began to move up and down, slowly, sending bursts of pleasure to the brain, bit his lower lip to keep from screaming, and as the movement grew more quickly and need no longer seemed to be himself, to give pleasure, but felt that the lips of Imagase shook him voluptuously, admitting into her hot mouth.
is completely abandoned that thought and moves to the pelvis snap in the air, as if to impose on the imagination to be more authentic, more effective, to make him lose control completely and let him try again the pleasure that he would never have believed that another man would ever have caused. He continued to move your hand quickly up and down, recalling the sensations he had felt even the first few hours and trying to hear them again, still more, and wanted desperately - as if they were the air that he needed to live - and while he could remember how the language had Imagase stimulated, hitting its most sensitive points and making moan of pleasure, he threw his head back and opened her lips without even the slightest sound could come out of his throat. The orgasm hit him suddenly a white flash in his eyes and a silent scream only to emerge directly from the bottom of his soul at last fulfilled.
Kyouichi is dropped on the bed, exhausted, and as the blood started pumping again, even in his head he turned his head and breathing heavily aimed at the point where the eye could be the nape of his wife. He had done a terrible wrong, and when the thought struck him on the temples he felt the desire to cry, to vent, to shift the blame onto someone else as he always did. He took a deep breath and returned in a fetal position, giving her shoulders, as if this was enough to put a distance between him and his sense of guilt had come to think of another man and this, perhaps, was the worst of betrayals . 'll take her shopping, she told herself , tomorrow. And while that thought seemed to appease his guilt Kyouichi closed his eyes, abandoning I try to sleep now coveted.