Forbidden Memories

He arched a brow, \"Damn, now I feel like little Orphan Annie with her Daddy Warbucks.\" Laughing softly. Head tilting again, leaning in, lips inches from Damion\'s ear, \"Just call me angel of the morning....\" Backing away he went back into the house, turning at the door. \"Whatever I want? I hardly doubt it, because that is unattainable.\" The underlying words unspoken in that sentence were obvious. Obvious KC knew that he could never have all he wanted from the youth. His own little secret was that those nights in the rain with Damion had been his happiest, because he was with the other. Now however he was well aware he would only have the body if anything at all. He however would take what was offered, because he didn\'t want to loose D again. It killed him the first time, it was highly unlikely he could handle it a second time. Seating himself back in the chair and picking up the food again. Finishing it off, waiting... waiting for god only knew what. He toyed with the unbuttoned pants wondering a moment where the button was in that blasted alley. Pulling at the fringe of them one tiny string at a time coming loose, kinda like his life it felt like.

Fall shivered to that, and finished the smoke. It took a good five minutes because he was finishing it all contimplative like, and he eventually turned around and padded back in, offering KC a smile before flumping down to sit crosslegged at the man\'s feet, head resting against his thigh. \"You still hungry? Or you just wanna go for your bath?\" Speech was...mellow, but that because of the drugs. Teeth pulled at his lower lip, and those baby blues, now slightly smokey, were fixed on KC. He\'d have seen this look a thousand times, Fall had always been a junkie, ever since he\'d hit the streets. It was just the way things had been, the way he was used to. He was actually all ready for a nap, but was talented at fighting the sleep and at least remaining semi-functional. Eyes gravitated to KC\'s fingers played with his pants. Interesting. Distracting, but interesting. \"You\'re ankle should be knitted by now. One of my customers is like, an evil genius scientist. he gives me lots of things to keep me alive or incase I get into trouble...\"

KC grinned then got down on his hands and knees not exactly sure what he was thinking or if he even was. Crawling up over Damion\'s lap, straddling him, arms going around his neck. \"You were always one to get in trouble my dear D.\" Fingers slipped along the youth\'s spine. \"If I take a bath will you join me?\" That oooh so familar tone of silk and fire. For some reason, he didn\'t nessicarily want to fuck, just be near him, just for a little while. Leaning in his teeth gently grazed over Damion\'s earlobe. Ooh shit he was tap dancing on that damn thin line, but he couldn\'t help himself, couldn\'t help the way Damion always made him feel. Kisses trailed slowly the youth\'s neck. Memories flooding his mind of how this used to be, how much they enjoyed one another whether just cuddling or doing the actual deed. It didn\'t matter. He let himself be himself as he always was around the youth. If Damion pushed him away so be it, at least he would have the few seconds and the taste to remember. Soft fingers still dancing along the other\'s spine as the tiny kisses continued.

He arched, suddenly, surprised at the sudden show and display of affection. Everything is slightly numb when he was high, and yet, senses were hightened. It was an odd combination and impossible to describe, so it was bascially burning fire kisses down his neck. It almost hurt, and yet, he didn\'t care and therefore he reveled in the sensation all he could. Eyes half lidded, the youth tilting his head to one side and shivering, fingers curling against KC\'s sides. \"If...If there\'s bubbles...\" He purred a little in response. Thank god Cyn was away on business and Coral was at school. Coral would be upset that Fall was playing with someone other than Cyn, who he seemed to view as a father figure, and Cyn would quietly, but pointedly, remove KC and kill him. Teeth bit into his lower lip.But it was the danger, wasn\'t it? The fact that there would be hell to pay, the fact that KC wanted him despite the fact he was someone else\'s bitch, despite the fact that he was a whore, KC wanted him for him, for his body, his skills, maybe even his personality. Ah, gods, was this a clever idea? Eyes squeezed shut, Fall shivering some and drawing in a tight intake of breath. He couldn\'t bloody well run a bath with a KC on his lap tho now, could he?

The kisses moved back up toward the youth\'s ear, lips pressed so close as he whispered \"Remember... those nights.\" That was all he needed to say, who couldn\'t remember the nights. Maybe that\'s why Spike had despised KC so much. His hand moved around to his chest slipping up under his shirt. Mmmm to feel that flesh again, if he died now KC would die a happy man. Tongue ran along the inside of the youth\'s ear, then pulled away very reluctantly, still straddling the other he leaned back on his hands with a wink. \"I love our time together, but I\'m covered with filth I\'d hate to dirty you with alley grime.\" He was nibbling his lower lip wildly, his eyes had gone to an almost chocolate brown color. \"Bubbles sound devine. \" Licking his lip. His heart had picked up speed. Yes... he had missed these moments. And he wanted to keep going but now he felt so dirty... alley trash while Damion was. Was something more. Something clean. However he kept his place straddling Damion\'s hips and leaning back on his hands. Tight jeans curling even tighter and his chest bare. KC had always had a way about him, he wasn\'t as come-and-get-me as Damion had been, but he had a certain boy-next-door quailty that most folks seemed to like.

His breath had picked up. His heart was hammering, and as KC drew away, Fall gave up a little moan of protest, hands falling to the brunette\'s thighs. Eyes opened and he let out a long sigh, fingers curling into the flesh of his thighs. \"...Kay.\" It was all he could manage. A lop sided smile, hands shifting and finding the fellow street rat\'s hips and pushed him off his lap, standing up and shaking this feeling out. Oh god. Why did he have to go him when he was high? Would\'ve been better, if you know. The guy had, started this when he was sober. After all, Fall was a whore. He\'d be able to play the game. But when he was high he wasn\'t capable of playing the game, he wasn\'t capable of much, really. Oh he was capable of *sex* I mean, come on. Pants were a getting a little *too* tight, just a little aroused and finding it a bit uncomfortable. \"Bathroom. Bathroom. Big Bath, this...way.\" A nod, turning around and padding off through the door to the bathroom, pushing it open and starting to run a bath with cinnamon bubble bath.

Following close behind, kicking off his ratty shoes. Then slipping up behind Damion and wrapping his arms around the youth\'s waist. Leaning down and giving a quick nip to the boy\'s neck. Then stepped back and stopped a moment almost in sudden fear and unsure of himself. Damion hadn\'t seen him, well um nude in ages, this felt a little odd. Closing his eyes he managed to wiggle out of his tight pants. The boxers he used to wear had been ripped an torn to shreds so he wore nothing beneath them. Eyes opened slowly and the gaze remained shyly on the floor, unable to bring himself to look at his former lover. Come on KC you slept with him a thousand times, what\'s so odd now. That wasn\'t easy to answer perhaps it was the fact that they had both grown up since then. Who knew? His lower lip was getting sore so instead he nibbled on his tongue. His hands hung limply at his sides, twitching as though he wanted to cover himself. God. Such a baby. Am not. Are too. Ooh shut up. Blinking as the argument with himself stopped with a soft sigh.

Fall shivered with the kisses along his neck, leaning back gently as the arms slipped around him. And then they were gone. Fall had forgtten KC\'s scent, Which was just...devine, underneath all the dirt. He turned around himself, and smiled softly, lighting the several dozen candles to darken the room as he turned off the light. \"You dive right into the bath, I\'m going to go get some wine. You like red or white?\" He paused, fingers curling into the still slightly damp shirt he was wearing, starting from the bottom up. The he slid out, dropping it to the ground. His body was well toned, and the clover tattoo was clear on his left hip, and a seven pointed velklam star on his right. And there was a small oriental dragon curled in a cricle chasing a flaming pearl on the back of his left shoulder. Fingers slide, without realising it, along his waistband, eyes half lidding, brow raising. This..it seemed good, felt natural, and yet. Something, he felt akward, nervous. Didn\'t normally feel this way. But then, this was someone else.