BitterSweet Addictions - Book One

Chapter One

The cool evening air passed through the open window as white hair swayed gracefully, like snowflakes in the winter as they fell toward the hard ground below. Such pale skin sat flawless on a thinner frame, black eyes like an abyss, stared beyond the room's confines, watching those that lived their lives normally. Watched as they joked and went about their ways, leaving a disgusting taste along the surface of his tongue. His once colder-than-ice expression fell further, cresting into a scowl, the cigarette lined along his lips falling just slightly.

A quiet sound of knocking drew those hardened eyes, allowing them to fall back to a blank expression. Hands pulled the cigarette away as a voice so bitter, yet intoxicating fell over the space, breaching the doors barrier to the figure beyond the solid wood. "Come in already. You're wasting my time, Sanzu."

The door was pressed open as blue eyes landed on that frame of perfection. The figure that made the pinkette fall into bliss; all because he could be within the same space as Mikey, his beloved 'King'. Oh, how he'd obliterate the world just for the male before him. Pulling a crooked smile along his features, he felt the way his scarring stretched, ignoring the slight tension. Instead, he focused solely on that ghostly figure, engraving every detail into his own mind as he marched forward, knocking the door closed on his way. He snagged the brush along the dresser, watching Mikey sit along the bed's comfort. It allowed Sanzu to gaze upon the exposed neck and part of the back that showed from the loose clothes. Mikey's shirt hung a bit lower, leaving part of his shoulder in the open. Once behind the other, Sanzu let his fingers move along those patches of skin, embracing the colder feel of the skin's surface. It made him chew his lip, eyes narrowing further.

"Are you going to get moving, or have you lost your purpose here?" Mikey's words held such venom, yet they were like fire that scorched his heart. That made him shiver with glee as Sanzu hummed, giving a low apology as he brought the brush to the white hairs. He trailed the bristles through slowly, embracing the silky strands as they rolled along his fingers. "Have the Haitani's prepared for travel?"

"Of course. I mentioned word this morning while you were resting, 'My King'." Mikey gave a low grunt, his hands placing the cigarette back between his lips. Another long inhale was greeted with a cloud of smoke before Sanzu took in a deep breath, enjoying the smoke that had once rested in Mikey's lungs. It made him feel warm as excitement rose up. Exhaling in a low, yet satisfied breath, he noticed how the other seemed to watch the cigarette within his hold, those fingers swiftly raising it as Mikey swayed it before Sanzu. It made the other grin further, his joy overflowing as he accepted it, enjoying what once rested along those perfect lips.

"Finish that and we'll be leaving. Make it quick, understand?"

"As you wish, 'My King'. I'm ever grateful to you!" Mikey glanced at him, sighing quietly as he rose to his feet, which still rested bare. Slipping his sandals on, he wandered along his room before stealing the sweater from his chair. He pulled the old shirt over his head, tossing it elsewhere as he tugged the grey sweater around his thin frame. His black pants were left alone, the knees partially torn and revealing. Once more, the sweater hung loosely, leaving Sanzu with a blissful sight. How he adored every feature of Mikey. Oh, how badly he wanted to feel that pristine skin and curves of Mikey's frame.

Finishing the cigarette, Sanzu wandered to the window, pulling it open before he flicked it beyond the room's confines. He watched it fall before the window was sealed once more, Mikey reaching the door. Those black eyes that bore such darkness loomed along Sanzu, making the other tremble slightly. In the end, he hurried toward Mikey, following behind the smaller male as they broke the rooms' regions to the halls beyond.

Two flights of stairs granted them both with the presence of the others who made up Bonten. In the end, only Mochizuki was missing. Mikey let his hand run along his waist, seeking the metal that normally rested by his hips. Noting he was without his gun, he frowned briefly.