Thread: [ king of yaoi + aeichii ] Ouch.

Please...hurt me more.. make me bleed. Thick and fairly long lashes shaded half-lidded eyes that were tinged the sweet yet bitter color of cerise, slender fingers pressed softly against the fabric of his tight black pants. His eyes raising from their lowered position- that currently rested on the cluttered sidewalk eyes almost cold yet so lively. Upon a stranger's point of view one would find a female with pink hair that only proved to draw attention to her porcelain skin, pale and flawless. Delicate features that held bright big eyes and full lips. Unbeknown to this 'stranger's' vision that the 'female' was actually a boy. It was a somewhat easy mistake to make, so Aiko never took their reactions in offense but in amusement. He enjoyed tricking them and playing them and then pulling their thoughts out beneath them even if it ended badly he found the beatings more of a reward than the shock on their faces. Lightly tinted peach lips parted slightly as he glanced down at the watch on his bruised wrist he hadn't noticed that new bruise quite yet. Taking in the dark shades of purple and airbrushed pinks and the shape, he sighed mutely. Though this little present didn't cause him to be taken back, it was a common thing to find scars or bruises on his body and the majority of the time Aiko never bothered to cover them up. He had dealt with the subject of abuse far to many times in the past it had become a natural thing now. Verbal. Physical. It was all the same. From life as a child it had grown on him and became familiar to him it was the boy's only way to find some sort of care, love- even though it was the complete opposite. On the subject of both time and bruises. He was late. The male inwardly cursed to himself he had let time pass too quickly. Aiko increased his pace slightly hurrying a little more to return to the apartment he shared with his boyfriend. He didn't want him to get angry again he didn't like to see the one he cared about so much to be upset. It hurt him more than the marks on his body and receiving them. Brushing back vibrant strands of pink away from light skin almost red eyes looking past strangers and various faces. Good, he was almost there. His lithe figure making his way past men and women, and children. Whom carried on as usual bright smiles and small talk. The sight lightened his heart a bit but didn't lift the burden of slight worry. Finally, he arrived. After going up a few stairs and steps the boy came across the living space he shared. '305' the usual room numbers came into view. His stomach turned. No matter how many times he came home here it always seemed like a bad horror movie. Especially since he knew what was inside. Aiko took out his key- inserted. turned. opened. The male could almost hear his heart beat grow louder- wondering if his partner was angry with the lack of a earlier return. Somewhat afraid and somewhat in a odd state of bliss and anticipation. Whatever torn feelings he felt, nervousness was definitely there. Waiting in the silence for a brief second. Hello? he questioned the quiet and almost tense air. Wondering if he was even in the house to begin with. Aiko bit his lower lip slightly, awaiting a answer. Half-expecting a blow to the stomach or face, he remained a little cautious. Unsure if the one he cared for so much was in a good mood today he hushed himself and waited carefully- sweeping wisps of his long hair away from his cheek. oocll Sorry for the crappy introduction, I am horrible at these. They are usually somewhat longer, I'm feeling a little sick today n I will make my next post longer if you would like.. Also more pictures of Aiko can be found here .