Some funThe grunts and panting of a man could be heard from the workout room . Laying on the bench was a gray-haired man he was concentrating hard on lifting the immense weight . His muscular body was riddled with all sorts of scars beads of sweat dripped down his arms, face and body . Down the hall another gray-haired man gleefully strode towards the room in which the man was working out . He wore a strange and somewhat perverted grin on his face his orange eyes gleaming with mischief. As he came to the room just as he was setting down the weights. Quietly he ran up to the other and straddled him looking down to see his reaction.
The darker haired man frowned. " Get off me you damned homo. " he demanded whilst trying to sit up . " Aww but isn't his comfortable ? " The lighter haired man teased leaning in closer to the other running his slender hands up his chest. " With a body like this how could I resist you Sen-chan. You just look so delicious." This irritated Senso in fac
I have returnedThe tan-haired youth stood in the shower letting the water wash over his petite yet toned body. He sighed deeply as he leaned against the wall his partner had been gone for about a week or so as of today on business. He really missed him he wanted to feel his warm embrace again, wake next to him and cuddle close. Their bed seemed so cold and empty since he left and the boy found it really hard to sleep . As he heard the door of the shower open he didn't think of it much as this was the group men's bath of the house it was probably Senso or Shi Hun .
He put soap in his his hair and began to scrubbing his scalp trying not to look to sad because if it were Senso he'd be teased about it. As he continued scrubbing he didn't hear another tap turn on which he found rather strange . He was about to turn to see exactly who was with him but 2 arms wrapped around his waist . " Kanra-sama I'm home .." A kind voice whispered into the tan-haired youths ear nuzzling into the crook of his neck.
The consequenceThe rain was coming down rather hard as a man in a trench-coat walked down the dark deserted street. It seemed devoid of any life, not a soul had been seen for quite some time . Perhaps this was one of those "ghost towns" that were somewhat popular in media . The mysterious man noticed some curtains snap shut. With this he drew a conclusion, the people here just didn't like guests. Underneath his colorful cloak a rather small companion whimpered as the city they had arrived in was rather cold. The kind of cold that goes right through to your soul and bones, the kind in which could only be associated with death.
As the man continued he couldn't help but feel as though a pair of unseen eyes were trained upon him. Everything seemed to be going along with what the narrator informed him of as this was his job to play along as a character in some written out plot. His fate a toy to the one known as the narrator . He didn't know whether to be irritated or curious most times because his