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Title: I Know Things Now
Author: Dianyx
Email:
dianyx@lycos.com
Disclaimer: Bakuretsu Hunters belongs to Omishi Ray,
Akahori Satoru, and a bunch of other people I don't know. "I Know Things Now" is
from the musical, "Into The Woods", which belongs to Steven Sondheim and James
Lapine. A sarcastic spoiled basset hound owns me.
Distribution: Beloved
Hakaishin (Hikari, you made me write it...now you better archive it. ^-^),
Fanfiction.net, and Absolute Yaoi. If anyone else wants it...tell me where it's
going, keep it somewhat intact and it's yours
Warnings: AU, Yaoi, m/m
intercourse (and not well written either), Faery tale rip-off
Pairing:
ZahaxCarrot, Carrot+???
Feedback: *deadpan* No, I wrote this just for
the money. *regular* Of course! Praise, comment and critque. All flames will be
sold on Ebay. All the proceeds from the sale will go for the "Please Give
Milphey Yu a Personality" fund. All song lyrics are between ~
marks
Notes: Blame this one on Teno Hikari nagging me and a really funny
episode of Samurai Jack. I Know Things Now
My dreams were usually the
same. Laying in a field of flowers, a pretty girl would cradle my head in her
lap and drop kisses on my head. Soft, peaceful, and perfect. The next day, I'd
wake up feeling totally refreshed. I'd be ready to take the normal chaos that
life loved to throw at me.
But my nightmares were a different story.
Tendrils of shadow would hold me down. I'd struggle and struggle with no effect.
And once I was sure that I was helplessly trapped more shadows would appear.
These shadows would graze up and down my body with cold clammy caresses. Choking
on held in screams, I'd wake up, painfully aroused. The rest of the night would
then be spent sitting up on the bed and rocking back and forth. A few times I
had tried to slip my hand under the sheets to bring some relief but even my own
touch sickened me. My arms would be tightly wrapped around myself. The rest of
the night, nausea and guilt would battle it out over which one got to drive me
insane first.
But this night the more pleasant dream played itself out.
The girl reached down and began to play with my spiky mess of hair
when...."DARLING!"
WHAM! My head collided with the low attic ceiling.
"What!?!" I asked defensively. For a moment I didn't know where I was. But the
rasp of the coarse bed sheets against my skin brought me to reality. My head
throbbed. In an automatic response, my hand reached up and rubbed the sore
spot.
Chocolate stood with her hands on her hips. "Are you going to sleep
all day?" she demanded. Same old Chocolate. Today's personality was that of the
total bitch. Good, I hate it when she throws herself at me. Can I really help it
that I don't find her attractive?
My eyes were a weird mixture of furry,
itchy and burning. I rubbed my eyes and saw stars against my eyelids. "I'm
awake. I'm awake," I barely managed in between yawns. Fumbling around, I found
shirt and pulled it on. Looking around the room, I saw that the other bed was in
perfect condition.
"Marron's not a lazy bones. He's been up for an hour
now," Chocolate nagged, "Now go get some breakfast. Tira's got a job for
you."
Like an obedient puppy, I followed her down the stairs, lost in
thought. It wasn't a bad life really. There was my small family, consisting of
Marron, my brother, and my two adopted sisters, Tira and Chocolate. Sure the
sisters liked to alternatively nag me and throw themselves at me, but I was used
to it. Well most of the time.
"Carrot?" Tira's voice interrupted my
thoughts.
"Yeah?" I looked up. Her eyes were soft and a smile played
across her face. She wanted something. She held out a piece of bread to me.
I decided to play along. Just as I was going to take the bread, she
pulled it back. Tira's eyes turned pleading. In her other hand, she held out a
basket covered with a checkered cloth. "I've done some baking. I need you to go
through the wood and bring it to Gateau's cottage. We need some meat and
furs."
"So be nice to him or we'll get the bad end of the deal!"
Chocolate interrupted.
"Yeah whatever," I mumbled and took the basket
and the bread. Lifting the cloth just showed me the usual bland baked goods that
Tira manages to create with what meager ingredients we have.
"And don't
eat any of the baked goods!" Tira warned.
"Niisan," Marron said softly,
looking up from the book. My eyes meet his sedate amber gaze. "Be careful in the
woods. I heard that there are wolves in there."
"Ha!" I laughed in
exaggeration, "I'm Carrot Glace, Messenger of Love. What do I need to fear from
wolves? They're just overgrown dogs."
Marron shook his head. Good, at
least he wouldn't worry about me too much. He worries too much. I smiled my
usual brainless smile and walked toward the door.
"Bye all!" I yelled as
I hurried up and left.
"Be careful," Marron warned again.
"And go
straight there and come back," Tira warned her motherly tone, "And don't pester
Gateau."
"And don't go girl-hunting or I'll make you regret it!" I barely
heard Chocolate's yells. Finally I was out of there! Family's nice but a guy's
got to spread his wings every now and again. But I headed toward the shadowy
woods. As stupid as I am, even I knew enough to fear these woods.
~Mother said, 'straight ahead,~
~Not to delay, or be mislead.'~
~I
should have heeded her advice.~
~But he seemed so nice.~
The woods
were peaceful and made for a pleasant walk. Sunlight streamed down through the
trees. A cool breeze made the summer day seem much more friendly. "On the whole,
a really nice day."
"For some."
That voice...like pure darkness
and velvet. I froze and turned around. "Oh hello," my voice cracked in a nervous
cheerfulness.
The man stared at me, taking my appearance in as much as I
was taking him in. He was dressed in a much-battered outfit of a knight. His
black cape...no it was red but the shade was so dark it was almost black. Red
like a puddle of blood. It moved in the wind like shadows on the forest floor.
My head slowly raised, scanning him. And then I came across his face.
Tendrils of his unkempt hair veiled his face. Glimpses of his face revealed the
pieces of the puzzle. The look of his face was slowly starting to fall into
place. He was older than me...by about 10 to 20 years. But even with his age, he
was still handsome. The idea of that made my stomach flip-flop
uncomfortably.
A wind blew his bangs out of his face. Our eyes locked in
a gaze. His eyes! I had never seen eyes that intense. I stepped back. All of the
sudden I was on the ground. I must have tripped on a branch or something. But I
still couldn't look away from those violet eyes. Blood, fire, shadows, screams,
and so much more flashed through my mind as I tore my eyes away.
"You've
fallen," his baritone voice made my stomach jump even more.
"Who are
you?" I squeaked. I tried to scuttle away. Instead I ended up with a tree
against my back.
"A weary traveler," he said but made no move toward me,
"A *hungry* traveler."
At the way he emphasized the word, my arms went
protectively around the basket. "I...I need these to trade..." I stuttered out,
"But I have some bread..." I looked around and finally found the bread. It must
have been squashed when I fell. I grabbed the biggest piece and thrust it up at
him.
"Silly pup, it is not for bread that I hunger," he stepped toward
me.
Using the tree behind me, I got up on two wobbly legs. "I...I don't
have anything else?"
"Do you?" His tone mocked me yet made me shiver. He
walked toward me until he was facing me...close to me. As his breath tickled my
face, my heart sped up. "Have you ever hungered for something other than
food?"
A strange noise came out of my mouth. But it was soon stopped when
his lips touched mine.
~And he showed me things, many beautiful
things,~
~That I hadn't thought to explore.~
~They were off my path, so I
never had dared.~
~I had been so careful, I never had cared.~
~And he made
me feel excited..~
~Well, excited and scared.
Heat and moisture.
Dizzying warmth claimed me as his mouth moved on mine. His lips, I could feel
the satiny texture of his lips. It took a moment of shock but then my mouth
opened in surprise. A dark earthy taste and the sensation of something in my
mouth filled my senses. When I realized that his tongue was exploring my mouth,
I tried to push him away. At least my mind wanted to, but instead my hands ran
up his chest and tangled in his cape. All the world seemed to center on that
kiss.
He let me go. My body was limp like a puppet whose strings had
just been cut. The only thing keeping me standing were my hands that still
clutched his cape and his hands that rested comfortably on my hips. I gasped for
air. All I could remember at that moment was my brother's warning. "You're a
wolf," I whispered as the world was still spinning around. Half remembered
tales, about wolves who had human shape, trickled into my mind.
"I've
been called that...among other things," the wolf purred at me. His voice! What
was wrong with me? Strange sensations twisted through me even at the sound of
his voice.
"I'm straight! I don't like guys! What do you want from me?"
I cried out and buried my head in his chest. Realizing what I just did, I pushed
him away and blushed.
"To sate my hunger. Now that yours has awakened,
you should know what I mean." He reached out and trailed his hand down my chest.
Finally he reached my pants. A grin quirked onto his lips. Before I knew it, his
hand plunged into my pants and squeezed my already hard cock.
Lighting
struck through my veins at that slight pressure. I threw my head back and cried
out. So good. Heat and blood rushed through my body and collected at that one
spot.
But he didn't move his hand. No, the pressure was steady and the
sensation wasn't enough. My hips thrust forward and the pressure disappeared.
The wolf withdrew his hand. I fell to my knees with a whimper. When I could
breathe again, I looked up and saw that he was gone.
~When he said,
'Come in,' with that sickening grin,~
~How could I know what was in
store?~
~Once his teeth were bared, though, I really got scared.~
~Well,
excited and scared..~
The rest of the walk had been absolute hell. First
I had to control the storm of feelings in me. Then when I could get up and walk,
I stumbled. Every touch, every taste, and all of the hunger haunted me for the
rest of that walk. But here I was. I tell Gateau that I needed to rest for a
bit. And I would tell him that a wolf attacked me. And I would be safe. But safe
from whom? The wolf or from myself.
I knocked softly on the door.
"Come in," a soft male voice said at the other side. For a moment I
tried to trick myself into thinking that it was Gateau. Gateau wasn't my
favorite person in the world. In fact, normally I wouldn't want to spend two
seconds with him. But right now...he was safe. An anchor that would save me from
this storm.
Almost accepting fate, I walked into the darkened house.
Firelight flickered from the large fireplace. That was the only light in the
cottage. Scanning the shadows, I couldn't see anyone there. Just the same old
familiar cabin. Even taking a few steps in didn't help me. Still nothing but
darkness.
What!? A pair of strong arms grabbed me and pulls me close.
With a yelp, I wiggled free. To my horror, I knew my attacker. The wolf.
"Le...leave me alone!"
His low chuckle filled the room. All the air in
the room seemed to disappear. "We meet again, young pup. Why do you still fear
me?"
No, no, no! I would not give light to these strange fires that he
made burn inside of me. And he's looking at me.and I can't escape. "Your eyes?"
I whimpered the first thing that popped into my head as a lame
answer.
"They see you. They've saw your soul lurking the depths of your
eyes And in your innocent soul, a hunger is starting to grow."
"Your
hands?"
"They are curious. They want to know the texture of your skin,
the movement of your body, and all of that glorious heat." He ran his fingers up
my arms and gripped my shoulders. The heat of his hands caused me to start
shaking. Heat.heat added to the fire under my skin. Why wouldn't it
stop?
"Your mouth?" My small voice barely cut through the thick
tension.
"It remembers. It remembers every taste and texture from your
succulent mouth. And it wants more." And he kissed me again. The brief burn
reduced me to ashes. He took his mouth off of mine and stared at me with wild
eyes.
"It's time for you to choose. I give you this one chance to leave.
Go and be free. Or stay and complete this. But if you stay...you must do what I
tell you to do." He stepped away. His cape swirled around him like blood in
water. This was the one chance. Free. Just a few steps and I'd be free. But
would I be free? Would this shaking ever end? Would the fire in me ever burn
out?
The wolf held out his hand. Slowly my hand rose, acting on it's own.
My fingers tangled with his. He led and I followed.
~But he drew me
close, and he swallowed me down,~
~Down a dark, slimy path, where lie secrets
that I never want to know,~
~And when everything familiar seemed to disappear
forever,~
A fur rug was stretched out in front of the fire as if it was
waiting for us. He pushed me down on the rug. My eyes watched him intensively.
His cloak fell the ground, disappearing into the shadows. He knelt down on the
rug. His hands reached out for me and I instinctively backed away.
Crack! The back of his hand met my face. My hand reached up and rubbed
the throbbing cheek. "You are to do as I tell you!" he hissed, "You agreed
so."
I gave a small nod but could not look into his intense eyes. Pulling
me by my shirt, he drew me close into a fierce kiss. His mouth moved against
mine as if he were punishing me for backing away. But...after a few moments, I
realized that I was kissing back. The kiss deepened. It was seemed to have the
same rhythm to it as the pulses that were racing down my body to my groin.
This time, he shoved me away. A tearing noise filled the air. Laying
back on the rug, I looked up and saw him holding the remains of my shirt. A grin
twisted across his face. He yanked my arms up over my head and tied them
together. An objection got stuck in my throat. But I caught it, knowing that
he'd punish me if I spoke again. The cloth was tight enough so I wouldn't escape
but not tight enough to cut off my bloodflow.
Slowly he started to slide
out of his tunic and leggings. With a blush, my eyes focused on the ceiling.
Rough callused hands ran down my chest and I arched into the touch. The hand
stopped at my pants. And with a quick movement, I was naked.
That's when
he attacked. Kisses, bites, and caresses. The wolf missed no part of my
body...well no part except for the one part that was aching for attention. A low
animal sound filled the room. A tortured whimpering that I came to realize was
coming from my throat. I twisted my body, trying to rub that one throbbing part.
The cloth, binding my wrists, cut into my skin.
"PLEASE!"
He
chuckled. "Please what?"
"I don't know!" I admitted, "Just please!" I was
writhing on the rug now. All I could do now was to feel. Feel the heat from the
fire. Feel each stand of hair from the rug tickling me. Feel his hands teasing
my body. Something inside me was building. But all of these sensations weren't
enough. I needed more.
My hips thrusted up. Not enough. He laughed again.
Low and deep, it made my senses tingle even more. That was when I felt where his
hands had gone. A finger invaded me. I squirmed uncomfortably but no pain. Then
a second finger joined. They started a rhythm that stretched out a place inside
of me. A jolt made me sit up quickly. "Relax," he said as his other hand pressed
me back down.
His fingers left, making me miss their presence. My
attention focused on the ceiling again. Well it tried to, but I could still feel
the wolf moving. He positioned himself and then pulled me close by my hips.
"Now," he hissed into my ear. His breath tickled my ear. But I quickly forgot
about that.
The wolf thrusted forward and there was pain. The loud scream
that came out of my mouth didn't lessen the pain of being ripped in half. He
finally stopped when there was no more room to go. A sharp pain on my wrists
lessened the pain within. For a dazed moment, I realized that I had broken my
bonds. But that didn't matter. All that matter was the pain within me. My arms
had wrapped around him and I clung to him for life.
The pain began to
slowly fade. But he started to move again. It hurt until he hit that spot again.
I don't know if I cried out or thrusted toward him. But something gave him a
clue. The wolf began to torture me by hitting that same spot over and over
again.
The hunger...the fire had returned. I met him thrust for thrust.
Inhuman cries and unintelligible babble poured from my mouth. Yes, this rhythm
was building the fire. Something inside of me grew bigger and bigger with each
movement we made.
He met me with another bruising kiss but this one was
returned much more eagerly. One of his hands supported my back and the other
reached down between our bodies. A few rough thugs and the friction from his
callused hand caused me to explode.
Lighting roared through my entire
body. This explosion was too good, too big. Much bigger than my small body.
Shockwaves of pleasure ripped through me. And it was too much. I reached the
peak and then fell into the darkness of slumber.
~At the end of the path,
was Granny once again,~
~So we wait in the dark, until someone sets us
free,~
~And we're brought into the light,~
~And we're back at the
start..~
Warm. As I woke up, a warm haze filled my senses. My body lazyly
cat-stretched but a sharp pain stopped me. What? Another burst pain brought back
memories of what I had done. I sat up. Was I permanently injured? No, the pain
went away. Just some leftover soreness.
I looked around the cottage. The
wolf was gone. Rubbing my bruised wrists, I stumbled over the wash basin. Sweat
and stickyness covered my body.
The cool water soothed every ache away.
But there was still something that it couldn't wash away. Weird emotions still
swirled around inside of me. What had that wolf done to me? Even afterward, I
still could feel his hands touching me, his mouth kissing me, and his cock
buried deep inside of me.
A rattle at the door alerted me to the fact
that someone was there. In a blur, I grabbed my pants and yanked them
on.
"Hello?" Gateau called out, "Carrot, is that you? You'd better have
not cleared out the larder."
"Gateau," I said softly tasting his name on
the tip of my tongue. "Welcome home," my voice was louder this
time.
"Welcome home?" He blundered into the room. Gateau's blond brow
scrunched together as he studied me with his large blue eyes. "Are you
okay?"
Calmly, I walked over to him. "I'm fine. Just feeling a little
different today. I'm here with a *treat*."
"Tira baked again?" he asked,
still studying me.
"That too." I stepped closer. From his nervous
posture, I knew he didn't know what to make of any of this. Beautiful...so
beautiful and I needed it. I needed to touch and taste and devour all of his
beauty. My hand reached out and touched his arm.
~And I know things now,
many valuable things,~
~That I hadn't known before.~
~Do not put your
faith in a cape and a hood.~
~They will not protect you the way that they
should.~
~And take extra care with strangers, even flowers have their
dangers,~
~And though scary is exciting,~
~Nice is different than
good.~
~Now I know, don't be scared. Granny is right, just be
prepared.~
~Isn't it nice to know a lot?~
~..And a little bit..
not.~
"Carrot?" he asked with such an innocent look on his face. "Why are
you touching my arm?"
My fingertips traced every line and curve of his
arm. "Why do you ask? Do you want me to stop?"
"I..umm...well...." His
eyes were wide. His breathing sped up.
"I know we don't usually get
along. But today...today I want to be friends." I looked up at him and grinned.
Why did I never notice him until now? But now, I've been awakened. The veil of
innocence had been lifted. I saw his good looks, his energy, and his strength.
And I hungered for it all.
Poor Gateau, his face showed me his confusion
and his desire. My hand traveled upward and reached the back of his neck.
Standing on tiptoe, I showed him what I wanted. I pulled the beautiful blond
into a kiss.
Marron, you were right to warn me about wolves. But the
wolves aren't in the forest. They're inside of us. We are nothing but dark
creatures of desire, waiting to be released. A new wolf was unleashed today. And
from the way Gateau's kissing back, there might be two new wolves in the forest
tonight.
-Owari-
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