Beautiful Creature

Woo, I\'ve been busy with this, trying to get as much as I can done, lol. I\'ve had alot of hits and I\'m grateful that people have been reading my story! This chapter will be a little softer, but it\'ll still have that yaoi goodness everyone loves. So, sit back and enjoy.~

+Whisper My Name+

Michael was a slim and tall boy. He stood to about 6\'4\" and towered over alot of his friends. What he loved most about himself was his hair. . It was long and mostly black with green, red and blue here and there. His dashing blue eyes made any girl faint or get weak in the knees by a simple glance in their direction. He also had a rich, British accent, as he had moved from Great Britian five years ago. Michael hated the accent, but his best friend, Adam, did. Infact, that was how they met back in middle school. The Brit never talked, never. Until the teacher had called on him and demanded an answer to a question, so Michael -had- to talk. Alot of the students had made fun of his accent, but Adam came up to him and said he actually -envied- it. They\'d been friends ever since.

Adam had helped Michael through many things, such as the time that he revealed he was gay. The Japanese boy said he didn\'t mind and promised that he\'d never leave his side for anything. That was the day Michael made a private vow to always be there for his best friend, no matter what.

And now was when he\'d continue to keep his promise.

Michael had found his best friend out on the sidewalk in a limp heap. He\'d passed out from blood loss and pain. He looked awful. . His hair was a tangled mess, eyeliner ran down his cheeks and red lipstick was smeared all over his pretty, ivory face. It felt like knives were being shoved into his heart at the very sight of his friend in such a state. Michael had picked up the battered Adam and carried him into his apartment building.

A week had passed since then and Adam was still at his house. He seemed to be like an empty shell just watching TV. He barely ate anything at all and just slept. Michael had phoned both his jobs that he\'d come down with an awful sickness and that he\'d return when he was better.

Ignoring the infatious giggles of highschool girls, he grabbed a couple boxes of gauze and a bottle of disinfectant then placed it in the small basket he had on his arm. Michael only hoped that Adam was all right while he went shopping. Humming his favorite tune while grabbing another can of chicken noodle soup, he finally made his way to the register.

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\"I\'m home.\" Michael called as he closed the door to his apartment and locked it. He walked over to the living room to see if his friend was in the premisis, but he wasn\'t. The TV was on, playing the old version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. Michael stood there infront of the television, wondering where could Adam possibly have gone when he heard water running from the bathroom. He ran over to where the noise was being produced then skidded to a halt.

Michael nearly dropped the grocery bag at the sight. On the floor, littered everywhere in giant heaps, was dark black hair. The figure in the middle of the pile slowly pulled the towel from his head, revealing a short haired Adam. His bangs were still the same, flowing a bit past his chin and revealing only his left eye that was an empty pool. The color was no longer the beautiful ebony, now it was a dark purple that mixed in with a wine red.

\"Wha. . What. .\" the Brit stuttered, eyes agape.

\"What?\"

\"Your. . HAIR!\"

\"What about it?\" Adam asked softly, looking like a child.

\"Long. . pretty hair. . gone. . why?!\" Michael could imagine how idiotic he sounded, but he was just. . simply. . stunned! Adam had never cut his hair since the day he knew him! He couldn\'t fathom how long it took him to grow it. . but he just wasted it!

\"I didn\'t want it anymore.\" The Japanese teenager simply said and looked over at the mirror. \"You don\'t like it?\"

\"It\'s not that. . I just. . liked your hair.\" He saw the boy stiffen and grip onto the sink. Michael had touched a nerve that he didn\'t mean to probe. Sighing softly, he backed away from the door and walked to the kitchen that wasn\'t too far away, placing the white grocery bag on the counter beside the stove. He pulled out the gauze and disinfectant to stare at it for a minute or two, then walked over to the bathroom. However, Adam bumped into him as he was walking to the kitchen and stared up at him. He really -did- look like a child. .

\"Those. . for me?\" Adam asked while pointing at the items in his hand. Michael nodded and lead him over to the living room as his friend yanked off his shirt, revealing slightly blood-stained bandages.

\"The reason. . I cut my hair. .\" he began as Michael removed the bandages, he didn\'t pause though. \"Was because that bastard. . liked my long hair too.\" Adam proceeded to explained what happened the night that his friend had found him lying in the street. About his job at the brothel to pay for his sister\'s bill. The dark, mysterious Adric that took a bit of his soul from him and left him in the street not soon after. All was silent after he finished his story and he only stared at the TV as Charlie and his grandfather started to float with the bubbles from the Fizzy Lifting drink. Michael stared at the scratches along his back and the large bites on his side. It pained him to see Adam in such a state. Carefully, Michael dabbed the disinfectant onto the boy\'s cuts and bruises, stopping once in a while after he figeted and winced. When he was done, he carefully patched him up with the gauze.

Adam didn\'t put his shirt back on, instead he stood and looked down at Michael. \"I want to go see LeAnne.\"

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The two boys stood outside room 402 of the Kobe Hospital. Coughing and wheezing filled the bleak halls. Michael only stared down at Adam as he tightened his grip slightly on the bouquet of yellow roses he bought for LeAnne. They\'d been informed that she was put on intensive care, she was hooked up to an IV and had to constantly have blood and oxygen fed to her. Adam felt like it was completly and utterly his fault.

\"She\'s probably expecting you.\" Michael finally said in a soft voice. His friend nodded and steadily opened the door to be met by a sterile smell of \"too clean\" and a steady beeping noise. They walked in to see a pale woman in her early twenties. Like Adam had before, her hair was a silky black but it was tied in a loose bun, she was as beautiful as her younger brother. Her black eyes were staring outside the window until she had heard the door open. Instantly, her face lit up as soon as she saw her younger brother enter the room.

\"Brother!\" LeAnne exclaimed, but not without a string of coughs following afterwards. Adam looked hurt to see her that way. She had needles in her arms that hooked to the blood and fluid bags at either side of her and an oxygen tube in her nose, he\'d forgotten what they called them. . \"What did you do to your pretty hair?\"

Adam laughed a bit and ran a hand through his now short hair while walking over to her bedside to give her the best hug he could give her without hurting her. \"I decided for a change.\" He partially lied and handed her the roses. She smiled at her favorite flower and tried to smell them as best as she could. Adam tried not frown as he patted her on the head and Michael suggested he\'d go get a vase for the bouquet. Really, he wanted to leave them alone together. . The nineteen-year-old sat down in a chair that was by the bed and placed his hand over hers, his fingers curled around her fist, holding onto the hand tightly.

\"I\'ve missed you, sister. I apologize for not visiting sooner. .\" But LeAnne held her hand up to cut him off and gently shook her head, giving him her most gentle smile. . However, it looked. . weaker. . As if she knew her days were numbered. Something Adam dread.

\"Don\'t worry about it, Ryuho.\" His real name, his Japanese name. . She only used it when something was wrong. . -terribly- wrong. . Adam gulped quietly and stared at her while softly whispering, \"Hizumi. .\" There was a silence for what seemed like forever. He could feel her pain coursing through him, he knew what she was going to say and he could feel tears steaming at the edge of his eyes before he closed his eyes, feeling the droplets trying to push past his eyelids, but he wouldn\'t let them.

\"I\'m glad I got to see you one last time. . I can pass peacefully knowing you\'re safe. .\"

\"Hush! Don\'t say such silly things! You\'re going to -live-, Hizumi--\"

\"My time\'s up, dear Ryuho. You know that. .\" His sister\'s grip slowly loosened on his hand as the steady beep from the machine slowed, but her smile never faded. \"I\'ll tell mother and father how nice and good you\'ve been to me. . Never give up, live. . on. . Ryuho. .\" There was a long drone noise that filled his ears after LeAnne\'s -- Hizumi\'s -- eyes had emptied before closing. Steadily, her hand was becoming cold, but Adam never let go. He simply looked at her as those tears spilled down his cheeks in slender rivers.

\"Hizumi. . It\'s raining. . Don\'t you love rain. . ? We used to play in it. . Let\'s do that now. .\"

Michael watched from the doorway while holding onto the plastic vase he\'d aquired from a nurse. Steadily, he bit on his lip and closed his eyes, wishing the woman a safe passing. . When his eyes opened and stared out the window, he could faintly see two children dancing in the rain. .

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\"Adam, you -need- to eat.\" Michael whispered while looking at his friend from his apartment window. He had convinced Adam to move in a few days after LeAnne\'s funeral. The friend didn\'t want to take a chance, he could do something drastic. . Though, he already was. It\'d been two weeks after she had passed and he wouldn\'t touch food. He\'d been hospitalized once from dehydration.

\"I don\'t want to eat.\" he repeated for the fifth time that day. All Adam could do was stare out the window as it rained, imagining his sister was right beside him, smiling as she held the roses. Michael walked over to the smaller teenager and placed his hands on his shoulders while he brought his own hands up to his face, covering it as he cried again. \"I have no one. . She\'s gone, all that I had left. .\"

Michael eased his arms around his best friend and held him close, \"You have me.\"

\"That bastard haunts me in my sleep.\"

\"Try not to think about him.\"

\"I -can\'t- stop. He killed her. . He did that to her. .\"

\"Adam. .\"

\"He killed me too. . I have -nothing-.\"

\"Ryuho, you have me. I\'ll never leave your side.\" Adam flinched at his real name and instantly thought of LeAnne. . Even Michael\'s embrace felt like her. . He parted his fingers slightly to look down at the arms that held him then leaned back against his best friend, then turned his body to lean up and press their lips together. Not forcefully, just. . gently. Michael\'s eyes widened in surprise as he stared down at his sobbing friend before he returned the favor. He could feel Adam\'s mouth open and his soft tongue poke against his own lips, requesting entry that he granted. Their tongues twisted around each other and massaged one another before they pulled back with a soft gasp.

\"Take me.\"

\"What?!\"

\"Just do it. .\" Adam looked up at him with that desperate expression again that Michael always gave in to. He simply nodded then picked up his friend with a simple ease and walked over to the bed he\'d just bought for him in the room. The Brit placed soft kisses along Adam\'s chest after he had layed back and his tongue swirled along his stomach. In his mind, he was thankful his friend usually just walked around shirtless. He came across one of the bite marks that the infamous Adric had left behind and Michael softly kissed it, making Adam shudder.

Adam lay his arms at his sides while closing his eyes that were slightly puffy from his crying. He was going to willingly give himself to his friend. The one person who could heal him. . The teenager could feel his boxers sliding down his legs as Michael removed them and gasped as a soft kiss was placed against the head of his already hard member. He felt soft fingers massaging down the shaft before a hand lightly gripped it and began a steady jerking. Michael wrapped his mouth around the head then slowly followed his hand, suckling on it as soft as he could, but in a teasing way. He was starting to harden in his own pants while looking up at Adam twist in pleasure and listened to his angelic moans. Moving a hand up to his mouth after he picked up his head, he slipped a finger into his mouth, coating it with saliva then slipped it inbetween his slender legs, he pressed his the tip of his finger against the tight entrance, rubbing it soothingly before pressing against it for entry.

He heard his friend give a soft cry, making him stop until Adam began to move his hips against the finger, showing him he wanted more. Carefully slipping in a second finger, Michael continued to lap his tongue at the member in his hands, still jerking it with his hand and he began to pick up the pace. Soon he had his fingers and hand in the same rhthym as the other, eventually causing Adam to let out a loud moan as his seed came streaming out in slight spasms into Michael\'s mouth and on his tongue. Pulling his hand out while swallowing the cum, he smiled down at his panting friend then leaned down to kiss most of his scars.

\"M-more. .\" Adam whispered inbetween gasps and looked down at the Brit. Michael was hesitant, but soon nodded again and eased his shorts and boxers off, along with his shirt. He leaned forward while picking up the boy\'s legs and wrapped them around his hips after raising him up slightly. With one hand, he positioned his own hard dick against Adam\'s anal entrance and looked up at him for one final reassurance. The Japanese boy bit his lip and looked at him needily. That was all he needed. Leaning Adam\'s legs on his arms, he leaned forward and pushed himself inside the tight space. The two of them threw their heads back as Michael penetrated and moved his hands to grasp onto Adam\'s, making him curl inward. Slowly, he began to thrust into the smaller frame beneath him, making the boy\'s length rub against his own stomach a bit which added to the utter pleasure of it all. He felt Adam\'s grip on his hands tighten after a while, signaling his oncoming climax along with his loud moans and the precome spilling onto his body. Michael leaned forward a little more again as he thrusted into the boy, picking up his speed a bit he noticed Adam had his small tongue sticking out a bit. He licked at the pink muscle while panting then gave one final push that both made them groan in pure ecstacy.

Michael\'s load had poured into the tight tunnel while Adam\'s had spilled over his stomach and chest, even a small speckle had landed underneath his chin. Slowly, he pulled out of the tiny nineteen-year-old and grabbed the shirt he was wearing, using it to clean him up. He smiled as he watched Adam lick up the little bit that landed on his own chin and grinned at his taste. Michael collapsed right beside him and yanked his friend into his arms.

\"Michael. .\"

\"Hm?\"

\"Whisper my name. .\"

He was silent for a moment then leaned in close to Adam\'s ear as he steadily drifted into an exhausted sleep, \". . Ryuho.\"