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New Grounds	By : Xenos_Helia Category: +S through Z > World Ends With You, The (Subarashiki Kono Sekai) > World Ends With You, The (Subarashiki Kono Sekai) Views: 1635 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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//Author's Note: Apologies for this chapter taking me so, so very long. I re-wrote it maybe six times because I wasn't happy with it. I'm still not entirely happy with it but I think I'm about as happy with it as I'm going to be so...here it is. And now I'll hopefully be able to continue on with writing the rest of the story. Apologies to those that were waiting. //
I woke up on my bed. Opening my eyes the world was still dark. But as my eyes adjusted I realised that I wasn’t blind. I was just closed in my windowless room with the lights off. But there was a glow seeping in from under the door. Groaning I pulled myself off of the bed and headed towards the warm light.
I opened the door to find Josh and Kariya outside my door. They both looked worried and when Josh saw me he breathed a sigh of relief.
“What happened?” My head hurt like hell. It was positively splitting. But unless I had given it a fair crack when I passed out I had no idea why.
“You exploded Phones.” Kariya sounded vague but I could feel his concern.
“Exploded?”
“Yep,” Josh looked at me worriedly, “Pushed everyone, and everything, away from you in a spectacularly blinding flash of pretty purple light. How do you feel?”
“My head hurts. Did I hurt anyone else?”
“No, everyone’s okay. Keiichi took off with a huge grin on his face though. I think he’s scheming something.” Josh shrugged and waved off the possibility as he said it, “but never mind that. You should rest Neku. That must’ve taken a lot of energy and you’ve only been out an hour.”
“I feel fine. Other than the headache.” I stayed quiet for a moment, “I don’t really want to face everyone just yet though.” I looked to Josh imploringly, “Keep me company, Composer?”
“Of course.” He smiled and looked to Kariya, “Take care of things for the rest of the day. Get ready for tomorrow’s mission. Don’t disturb us. No one is to disturb us.” Kariya nodded and headed off down the hall. Josh however approached me, stopping a few feet away and looking me over. “Are you happy to stay here, or shall we retire to my room? It may be more comfortable, the bed is bigger if you want to sleep, plus there’s some natural light.” I looked over my shoulder into my room.
“Sounds good, this room is starting to feel like a cell at times.” Josh led us into his room, though it was next door to mine, and closed the door after I entered. The room itself was more like a small apartment really. But even so I made my way straight to his king-sized bed and flopped down comfortably onto the blue satin sheets.
“Ah, the lap of luxury.” I joked and I heard him chuckle from across the room. I looked to him and saw him walking towards me purposefully, he sat beside me and reached out to play with my hair.
“Neku, do you mean it? Is it truth when you say you love me?” I watched him quietly for a moment before asking my own question.
“Can’t you feel it? Can’t you tell when I’m being honest or not?”
“Generally yes. But it comes across as mixed when you say it.”
“It shouldn’t.”
“Say it again.”
“I love you Josh.”
“Again.”
“I love you.”
“You don’t hate me?” I hesitated, his eyes narrowed.
“Yes. I do. I hate you when you shoot me. I hate you when you lie to me. I hate you when you use me for your own purposes. I hate you when you don’t involve me in your plans.” I closed my eyes, enjoying the caresses that were still running through my hair, “But the rest of time, I love you completely. Even during those times when I hate you, I still love you, it becomes very confusing.”
“I see.” It felt like he understood and I felt a calm come over him.
“What about you Josh, do you love me?”
“Yes. Completely.” That was honest. Brutally honest. So honest it felt like it hurt him and it made me wonder if his heart has been broken before by someone he loved like he does me.
“Why are you afraid? It hurts you to love me so much, doesn’t it? Why? Did you love someone else before and did they hurt you? Am I to repair you before you’ll love me?”
His hand stopped in my hair for a few moments.
“I have loved before, I won’t lie. But it was different to what I feel for you.”
“How so?”
“It hurt to be with her so much I killed myself.” My eyes tore open and I sat up instantly, looking at him in shock.
“What?” I was amazed, “That’s how you came to be…here?”
“Yes.” He sighed, “I fought hard during my game to get back to her and didn’t know what my entry fee was until the end of my game.”
“What was your fee?” I was so curious. I had never talked to him about his own game before and it was good to know.
“My foresight.” He made himself more comfortable on the bed, “I was an ESPer even before my game. My family had a history of having sight. I could see the game when I was alive, you’ve heard that before. And I used to catch glimpses of my own future. I used to see this person in my dreams. I thought it was her, I convinced myself it was her though at first I had doubts. Red hair, strong yet gentle frame. In my dreams I would only see this person from behind and I fell completely in love with them from the emotions that came with the dream images. When I won my game my fee was returned to me in full before I was brought back and for the first time I saw the whole vision, it wasn’t her I was in love with. It was a male, clear as day.” He reached out and caressed my cheek, “And the feel of the vision was so far away…I chose to take down the composer and take his seat so that I could wait for you. Wait for a time when men could be with other men and you would come into my life.” His hand cupped my cheek and slowly pulled me towards him, “That first time I saw you in the flesh…I just wanted to throw myself at your feet and beg you to love me like I already loved you.” Our lips touched and we kissed, I could feel the faintest touch of desperation in him. He was laying himself out before me this time, it was getting more and more difficult for him to fend me off. I could feel it. Or was it that I hoped? He pulled back and the way he looked at me was different. It was like he not only yearned for me, but that he adored me completely.
“T-tell me, Josh…how much do you love me?”
“Tell me how I can show you?” Images flashed through my head of all the ways I wanted him to make me gasp, scream, moan, generally lose myself in the bliss that made me his. I felt the warmness in my cheeks rise as his gaze bore into my soul until I tore my eyes from his, my breath hastened without my even realising.
“Geez, Josh, you’re meant to be the composer here, the dominant entity. You’re the king of this Underground and you’re…you’re…” I couldn’t think of the right words, but I heard him chuckle.
“Is that your way of saying you want me to dominate you Neku? What were you thinking? Whips and handcuffs?” He chuckled again but I actually liked the idea of him pinning me down, it made my body throb. He noticed the feeling and raised an eyebrow at me.
“What about you, Josh. Been ruler of the roost so long you want to be taken down a notch?” He smirked wickedly at me.
“You wouldn’t need to force me down Neku.” It took me a moment to fully absorb what he was alluding to and I blushed.
“That…wasn’t what I meant.” He touched my cheek and his expression grew serious for a moment.
“Neku, I want to know something.” I leaned into his touch unconsciously as he continued to caress my skin, “Was I your first kiss?” I hesitated in my answer but nodded that he had been. I closed my eyes enjoying his touch. He moved closer to where I sat and placed his free hand on my leg, moving his caresses from my cheek back into my hair and he pulled me to rest against him, his check rested against my forehead. “So when I make you mine physically, it will be your first time?” We had skirted around the subject so much that it still seemed like it was somewhere in a distant dream but I nodded against his face.
“I…I couldn’t bring myself to try and be with anyone. Before the game I hated people too much, and I was too young anyway. After the game I didn’t want anyone. Some people offered, especially at concerts where they’d been drinking or whatever, but all I could bring myself to do was push them away, go home and…” I trailed off, finding the caresses on my leg and head relaxing and calming.
“And…?” Josh prompted and kissed my forehead.
“And think of you. Sometimes I couldn’t sleep because of the images of you burned into my head.” He kissed my forehead again, allowing his lips to linger there and I felt the hand on my leg creep up my thigh a short way.
“And what images were they? Memories? Fantasies?”
“A bit of both. Memories of how you’d smirk and chuckle and flirt with me. The way it made me so conflicted yet so happy. Fantasies of how different our partnership could have been with all those free hours…of what I wished you had have done other than shoot me.” His hand stopped creeping up and I placed one of my hands on it, caressing the back of his hand. My eyes opened a little in time to feel a sadness rush through him momentarily, a pang of guilt for all he’d done.
“Will I ever be able to make it up to you?”
“You’ve already done so much for me.”
“I took your life. Twice. Mostly for my own devises.”
“I’m here, stable for an eternity. Whole. I’m grateful.”
“But you wish things were different.”
“Things are different.”
“You haven’t forgiven me.”
“I don’t know if I can. But I don’t know if I need to. I understand it was necessary. And I’m better off.”
“I haven’t forgiven myself.” And it hit me. No matter how much I loved him or forgave him he didn’t forgive himself and was afraid because of his own guilt.
“…that’s why you’ve danced around me isn’t it? Why you want me to make the first move; so that you don’t have the guilt of having killed me, used me, stolen my heart and taken my virginity without consequence.” I felt him nod slightly and I understood. “I love you Josh.” My hand was still on his and I started to guide it up my thigh. As I guided him to the join between hip and leg I felt him move. His face and body pulled away, yet his hand cradled my head and he somehow managed to push me backwards, guiding me onto my back. My hand moved from his to his forearm as he re-took control and his fingers crept to the waistline of my jeans. His fingers slipped inside the very top of my pants and caressed along my skin gently. I closed my eyes, enjoying the simple touch as he leaned over me to kiss me.
It was different to the other kisses we’d had. Passionate and full of love, yet gentle and tender; yet strangely coercive. I would do anything for him if he would kiss me like this every day. I would give myself to him. I would do anything he needed. I would kill for him. I would do anything. I sighed around his tongue as it continued to massage my own and I felt him smile against my mouth.
His slender fingers went to work on the buckle of my belt, having no issue with it, and proceeded to unbutton and unzip me. The kiss didn’t stop and as he slowly pulled down my fly it was almost enough on its own to make me moan. But then he touched me. It wasn’t skin to skin contact, my boxers still in the way. But it was overwhelming and I moaned into his mouth, gripping his arm with my hand. He pulled back from the kiss, licking my lower lip as he stroked me through the satin material.
“Like it Neku?” I opened my eyes to look up into his smiling face and nodded.
“Very much, better than in my dreams.” And it was. I didn’t know what to put it down to. I dreamed it would be amazing but the way he touched me was nothing like I thought it would be. And it made me melt into a puddle of desperate goo. “Josh?” His eyes had drifted down to the enlarging bulge he was stroking but his attention returned to my eyes at the sound of his name.
“Mmm?” The look in his eyes changed slightly and his eyebrow raised, something had happened when he looked at me but I didn’t know what it was. All I knew was what I wanted from him and what he wanted me to want from him. I reached up to touch his face then ran my fingers into his hair and gently scruffed him.
“I know what you want.”
“Is…is that so?” I saw him smirk slightly. He hadn’t said it, but he did want to be dominated. He wanted to be told what to do. And I wanted his mouth on me. I pulled his face down, not entirely gently and kissed him hard. He moaned. It was a divine sound beyond my imagination. With my free hand I reached down and grabbed the waist of his pants and pulled him hard against me, making him grind his fully-clothed form against me. Another moan, a little louder this time. Yes, this is what we both wanted.
I pushed him away, almost violently in my haste and got off the bed to begin pulling at my clothes. I needed to be bare for him and I needed it quickly. As I pulled my t-shirt over my head I caught a glimpse of my reflection in the mirror across Josh’s room. My eyes had changed. They were block silver. The colour of his hair, his spirit…the colour of him. I smirked at him in what must have seemed an almost sinister way. He was already on his knees on the bed pulling his own clothes off. As he stepped off the bed and began undoing the buckle to his pants he smiled at me in response to my smirk.
“Nice eye colour.” He let his pants drop and I saw he was, not only commando, but already hard. And long. I couldn’t help but lick my lips before our eyes met again,
“I see only you Josh.” He stepped closer to me and I ran my hands up his porcelain torso to his shoulders before pushing them down. He let me guide him to his knees and my hands slipped into his silver hair. I could feel his apprehension as he pulled down my pants and boxers and he started to become almost nervous at the sight on my exposed member. I looked down to see him entranced by it and licking his lips. I pulled his head towards me and pressed the hard flesh against his lips. He was compliant and we both moaned as he took as much of me in his mouth as he could.
He quickly got over his nervousness and was sucking the life out of me. As I thrust into his mouth again and again I couldn’t help but increase my speed and desperation. Biting back my passion and moans I looked down at him through glassy eyes and saw him touching himself as he deep throated my cock and his moans broke through into my consciousness like a divine chorus. Gripping his hair tightly I yanked his head roughly back from me and my member fell from his glorious mouth and he looked up at me with confusion and despair. I smiled at him and caressed his cheek.
“Get on the bed, Josh.” He stood and smiled backing towards the bed as I stepped out of the pool of clothing at my ankles.
“And how, pray tell, should I be placed on the bed?” He had that cocky tone again and his hand had made its way back to his own hardness and was stroking it. Enticing and teasing me. I watched him, smiling and thinking how best to take him. I looked into his mind and was met with his own desires…
I reached down to pick up my pants and began retrieving the belt from them. This time it was Josh who smirked, and his smirk only grew as I approached and turned him around so that his back was facing me. I took his wrists and fastened them together behind his back with the belt.
I ran my hand down his back and he shuddered. His skin so perfect, so translucent. I kissed his shoulder and even that small action enticed a slight moan from his lips in his turned on state. Taking this as a cue to continue I kept kissing and caressing his skin with my lips, licking up his neck to then suck on his earlobe. He threw his head back and pushed back against me, moaning loudly. Keeping one hand holding the belt I wrapped my free arm around him to gently caress his manhood. He shuddered again and pushed back against me. Still nibbling on his ear I manoeuvred into a position against him where my own hardness pushed between his butt cheeks and brushed against his opening. He bit back an even louder moan, though it still came out quite audible.
“Oh god….Neku.” I sped up my ministrations and every time he thrust into my hand his opening would brush against my hardness. He threw his head back and it rested against my shoulder. I moved my lips to his check and kissed him before whispering in his ear
“Tell me what you need Josh.” He was breathing hard between moans and I already knew what he wanted. But I needed to hear it. He mumbled his request but I couldn’t hear it. “Louder Josh…I can’t hear you when you mumble.”
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” He yelled it louder each time and each time my soul reverberated with his words and his passion. I moved my hand from his hard, throbbing organ and pushed him forward. His legs hit the side of the bed and his torso fell forward with a light thump into the covers. He turned his face to look at me over his shoulder. His arms were slightly raised from where I had hold of the belt and he looked like a precious, fragile sex doll that wanted desperately to be broken. But only by me. “Neku…”
I stepped closer and repositioned at his opening, I didn’t know if he had any lubricant or anything that would help. But I knew that neither of us had the patience for that. Gripping his hip tightly and pulling him back by the belt I entered him, starting slowly. I bit my lip and I heard semi-moan/semi-cry ringing in my ears as I moved further and further inside him. When I was buried deep into him I stopped to take a breath and saw that his breathing was ragged and from what I could see of his face there were tears in his eyes. I stopped, waiting for him to adjust, but within moments he glared over his shoulder at me.
“Neku. Waiting is torture enough.”
“It’ll hurt.”
“I don’t care” He pushed back against me and cried out but it was all the prompting I needed. I wasn’t careful with him. He was so tight and he felt so good, I couldn’t hold back. Within a few thrusts I was pounding into him as hard and fast as I could. His cries turned back into moans and each one seemed to fill the air with song. I pulled his torso off the bed slightly by his arms and moved my other hand from his hip back to his cock. Pumping him in time with my rough thrusts seemed too much for him and he was all but screaming as I let go of the belt and his chest fell to the plush covers. I drove into him, unable to take my eyes off his face; his eyes were clenched closed, mouth wide open crying out in ecstasy.
My pace became more ragged as I began to reach my limit and I could see and feel he was close to his. He buried his face in the covers, biting down hard on his own lip and then I felt it. It washed over his emotions first, overwhelming, then I felt him tighten around as with one final thrust into my hand he came, through a muffled scream, into my hand. It was too much and I barely managed to hold back tears from all his feelings mingled with my own as I continued thrusting into him, coming shortly after buried deep inside this glorious man.
I could barely breathe. I was overcome with all the emotion and spirit from us both and it felt like I would choke on it. I felt a hot tear roll down my cheek and grit my teeth against the onslaught. I unbound his hands and pulled out of him, both of us grunting in displeasure at the feel of absence. His legs gave way and I saw him slump to the floor in front of me, his head still resting on the covers; obviously he was entirely spent. I moved forward and allowed myself to collapse on the bed, facing the ceiling. His head next to my knee.
Reaching down I entwined my fingers in his hair as we both began to calm, but he was the first to speak, “Neku…I love you.” I smiled up at the ceiling, entirely at peace with where my life had ended up and closed my eyes gently,
“I love you too Josh.”
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