A recountance of the Prince and the Tiger

By: Sunshine(and the Prince)

            The room is really dark and it smells like – well, I won’t get into that, yet. Next to me is a man with the most incredible features. I can’t sleep, plus I haven’t bothered to take my contacts out yet so that I can see him more clearly from here. His skin is a lovely tan colour and his eyes are one of the best examples of ‘almond’ that I can think of. I love the way his long, dark hair pools across the sheets. He’s done so much for me, this man, in such a short period of time. I don’t know if I’ll ever be here again, but I’ll keep this memory vivid forever. If only he knew how much he’s helped…

            I was sitting in my living room, curled up on the couch, fists banging against my forehead, trying not to cry. All of a sudden my life was headed to hell in a hand basket, where not so long ago I was on top of it all. I was rocking myself gently, trying to ignore the pile of blue velvet clothes on the floor that told so much. “We’ve seen days together, you and I.” I told the garments. Ruffles, decadence – that was my life. Now it felt like it was breaking apart and revealing just how vulnerable I was underneath. I sobbed softly and my flaxen hair got into my eyes. It was probably fifteen minutes of straightforward bawling before the phone rang.

            I was completely naked, having yanked the clothes in question off angrily beforehand in a miniature breakdown. I felt a breeze tickling my body as I picked up the phone and I asked (as steadily as I could manage) whom it was.

            “Koji Ando desu,” the voice greeted, all at once very masculine and not particularly familiar.

            “Ando.. Ando.. Like Daisuke Ando? Are you related to him?” I wondered, trying to place the name. I knew it, somehow. Where had I heard that name?

            “No!” The voice sounded exasperated and I apologized immediately. “Anchang. You probably remember me as Anchang.”

            “From Sex Machineguns?” I asked incredulously.

            “Yes, from Sex Machineguns. We met about three months ago, you remember?”

            “Oh.” Back when I was on top of the world. “Yes, I remember. Nice to hear from you again.” I recalled him singing, such a strong voice. In fact, his vocals were huge. I loved them, personally. I wondered if I’d told him that ever.

            “Yes, well.” There was a pause. “I heard about the breakup.”

            Oh, again. I felt miserable. Was everyone going to call me and console me on this matter? Maybe I didn’t want to be consoled. I thought about it for a moment. It was probably better than wallowing in my misery. “Yes, I’ve got to start sorting things out now.” I told him. “I’m just trying to get up the courage.”

            “You know, Kamijo, I think you could do anything you want to.” I remember blinking and staring at the phone. What a strange thing to say! I barely know the man and… I blushed at the compliment.

            “Thank you, Anchang. Thank you very much.” Silence set in for a moment and another breeze ran over my body. I blinked again. “Sorry to be rude but, is that what you called to tell me?”

            “No, I was wondering if you wanted to do something later.”

            “You’re in town?” I was surprised. I though everyone in the world had something they should be doing besides me.

            “I can be.” Anchang spoke with such firmness; I have to say I was taken aback. He was going to come just to see me? I felt a little special, then.

            “Could you?” I asked shyly. What, baka! Are you so smitten with someone who pays a little attention to you? I scolded myself. “If it’s not too much trouble, I mean.”

            “Hai, I have an apartment not too far from you, actually. Give me two hours.” And then the mysterious Anchang hung up, leaving me in the leaving room feeling awkward. I wandered upstairs then, took a shower and put my best effort into looking princely like I had back in the time of Lareine, few short days ago. I peered at myself in the mirror and regarded myself critically. What was missing? The blue velvet suit from downstairs.

            I pulled it back on and smoothed it. I felt like I would probably end up crying again, wishing I could call and tell Mayu something, ask him how he was doing. We’d decided to do something, for sure, but what that could be was still in the air. For the moment, I still belonged to Lareine, a royal blue vision kicked unceremoniously off his throne. I know I was still trying to believe it was actually over.

            He came, two hours and ten minutes after he’d called. The first thing I wanted to know was, how did he know my address and number? The reply was shocking. Emiru? He’d asked Emiru for it the night he’d met me but never done anything with it. I hugged myself a little. “You look dashing,” he told me sweetly.

            In my doorway stood a man with deepest brown eyes, the most perfectly formed features and long, long hair. He looked like a rock star. He looked like an angel, really. I loved the way he smiled at me then, so completely in earnest. He was at my house because had caught a flight halfway across Japan just to help me. He’d only met me three months ago, just once. I was tired and spent. Time to give in.

            “Come on,” He told me as he held out his hand and gestured to the waiting car. His car. It was beautiful, like everything about this strange man called Anchang. I think everyone knows how attracted I am to a beautiful thing. He chuckled softly to himself, holding his head high, ever confident and always the part of a handsome rock star. I watched him as I held his hand and followed him to the car. “In you go, little prince,” he said.

            “Why are you doing this?” I asked as we began to drive. I didn’t really want to know where we were going then, I would follow him anywhere since he seemed to be my only form of relief at the moment. All things considered, it was not a bad form of relief whatsoever.

            “Because I am, isn’t that enough?” he asked, as if expecting me to be satisfied with that. I looked at the CD player in the car and was surprised to hear Kagrra playing on it. He likes Kagrra? It made me realize I knew absolutely nothing about the man I’d just climbed into the car with. I began to feel unnerved.

            “Well, honestly it really isn’t enough. I mean, you rule but I know nothing about you, where you’re taking me, what you plan on doing with me…” I blathered on and on, wide-eyed and worried. The car smelled extremely clean, I remember that much. The interior was dark and I felt like I didn’t really belong. I looked at the blue velvet on my legs and played with the white lace at my cuffs. I suddenly felt like a complete idiot. What was I doing here, playing at being someone notable now that I didn’t have Lareine? I began to panic.

            “Calm down, little prince,” he told me gently. His voice was so commanding, it forced me to regain my senses. I nodded and stared forward onto the road. “Your eyes are so wide and blue, they’re absolutely exquisite.” He told me. I blinked and looked over at him. He was still watching the road, a queer little grin on his face.

            “Anchang, do you want to know me?” I asked suddenly. Did anyone want to know me? I could just as easily disappear into the woodwork right now and perhaps no one would notice. I was so depressed.

            “Hai, of course I want to know you. I wouldn’t have caught a plane over here if I didn’t want to know you. I’m sure I could have spent my day off elsewhere quite easily. Don’t you think you’re so very different from everybody else?”

            “How so?” I asked quizzically.

            “Like a vampire at times.” He smiled and looked at me once, his eyes ablaze with amusement. “I love vampires, you know? So mysterious and elegant.”

            “That’s exactly what you come across to me as. Mysterious and elegant.” I folded my hands calmly in my lap and tried to figure out where we were headed. I decided that I wanted to know him, too. I began to get lost in the beat on the CD player.

            “Hmm, really? I guess I don’t feel like that. I’m a wild child, or at least I like to think so.” He shrugged and rounded a corner quickly as if to prove his point. I slid sideways and hit my shoulder on the window.

            “Like a tiger, then. Not a vampire, not you, hmm? A tiger. Mysterious, elegant and dangerous.” I laughed and looked out the window again, recognizing the district we were in. My favourite place to eat out was located here. He couldn’t possibly know…?

            “I’m starved. There’s this one place where they make some very excellent sushi. Right over here.” He pointed to the very restaurant I loved. I laughed at the absurdity of it.

            “First you call me out of the blue, then you fly across the country to see me, now you’re taking me to my absolute favourite restaurant. It’s like some sort of dream!” I hoped I wouldn’t wake up, in that case. I slid out of the car and smoothed my velvet clothes subconsciously. “You know what kind I love…” I began as we headed in.

            “Anchang?” a girl in the corner whispered, dropping her chopsticks. Everyone where she was sitting turned around to look at him. He paid no attention and continued looking at the list of dishes, and then looking up at me, then back at the menu. I felt incredibly invisible at that time and I couldn’t even look at my set of choices anymore.

            “They’re talking about you,” I told him quietly, staring more around me than actually thinking about food. “Can you hear them?”

            “They’re talking about you, too, or can’t you hear that?”

            Once he told me, I actually did hear my name. I smiled softly to myself and chose something finally, tossing my menu aside. I felt special once more; still safe in the glory my voice had once produced for me. He was so nice to me. “So Anchang, tell me about yourself.” I urged him.

            We talked over dinner and climbed back into his car. I marveled at how much I loved to hear him talk. I could listen to his voice for hours and while I was intensely attracted to him, I was also grateful for the way he spoke gently to me about the subject of Lareine and encouraged me to continue on. He told me that I had an –erotic- voice and that he would feel very sad if I didn’t start up something else. So I told him about Mayu then, how Mayu was off visiting his family but wanted to get a project going as soon as he came back. He was ecstatic and I found it to be very contagious.

            When I told him I adored his vocals just as much, it was determined that we should go to a karaoke bar. I laughed at the suggestion at first and then agreed under the stipulation that I wanted to have a drink or two before we went up. I brushed against his long, soft hair once or twice, feeling flirtatious as I finished my third fruity umbrella drink. “Your hair is marvelous,” I told him frankly. “It’s so soft and long, like mine once was.” I swayed a little.

            “Thank you,” he said humbly. Those almond eyes were drinking me in, him having finished two or so of your typical get-me-drunk-quick-please on the rocks. He tugged gently at a ruffle on my sleeve.

            “I love your… well, actually I love everything about you, Kamijo. You’re like a fairy tale.” He sighed gently and looked towards the front of the bar. “Time to sing, okay?”

            I followed him up on stage, unaware of what exactly I was meant to be singing. When I heard a tinny version of one of my very own songs, I thought I would cry. I sang it, though, with Anchang backing me up all along. I know I put my very heart into it, spurred on by memories, the tiger next to me and three glasses of alcohol. People cheered after they realized it was actually I, Kamijo ex Lareine, but I couldn’t stay any longer on that stage. It had simply taken too much out of me. Anchang helped me off and I downed another drink like it was water. “What was that song for?” I demanded eventually.

            “That was therapy.” He told me as he slid onto the stool next to me again. “I’m helping you to leave it all behind, so you can move forward. God you’re gorgeous, aren’t you?” His eyes burned then, his drink forgotten. I practically squeaked, I was in such shock. Anchang really was like a tiger, ready to pounce on me. It hadn’t hit me strongly until then.

            “You want me?” I asked stupidly. Yes, he just came all this way to have light conversation with you Kamijo. Baka. But me? Really me? I grinned a little drunkenly at him and stroked under his chin just like I would a cat. A great big, sexy as hell type cat. He purred. “Come and get me then.”

            I ran for the car and tried to open the door, not remembering he’d locked it. “Damn,” I muttered as I attempted to find a new way of getting in and hiding. I felt a body push up behind me and I was squished against the car as a pair of warm lips grazed my neck. “Oh!” I gasped. I tried to turn around. His hand slid down and grasped me fully on the rear end. I felt my knees go a little weak.

            “Anchang?” I called as I rubbed up against the expensive car. “Can I touch you?”

            “Of course, little prince,” he told me in a voice that seemed very like a growl. “I’d love that.”

            People were wandering around us, into and out of the bar. I blushed terribly as he turned me around and kissed me deeply. I savoured the way he delved into my mouth with his strong wet tongue. “We should get out of here,” he suggested. I was inclined to agree. The doors were opened with the press of a button and I scrambled in, ready to go. “Is my place okay?”

            I nodded quickly and tried to cover up the raised area in my blue velvet knee-pants. He laughed a little and told me not to worry about it. He was the same way, he claimed. I looked at his dark trousers and blushed again. Although it wasn’t far to his apartment, it could have been so short due to the fact that he was going really fast. I kept bashing my shoulder against the window again as we roared down the streets towards his apartment.

            We kissed in the stairwell, my back pressed against the wall. He took me in his arms and told me he’d wanted me forever. He’d wanted to say something that night we’d met three months ago and try to make me his. I was flattered at how nice he was to me and told him so. “You’re worth it,” he told me as he began to suck on my neck. “You’re so worth it, Kamijo.”

            I bold facedly slid my hand between his legs and grabbed him, hard. “Saying things like that to a guy like me will get you probably anything you want,” I told him as I began to stroke him through his clothes. I couldn’t tell who would be the one to beg for it first. He pulled me tight against him, wrapped his arm around my hips and began to rub himself against me. The fact that I was wearing velvet at the time, well… I moaned hoarsely and it echoed through the stairwell. He moaned right back, his fingers fumbling with the gold buttons on my clothes. I was almost ready to be taken cheaply in a stairwell.

            “Little prince, will you let me…” he begged, completely hard and making no excuses for it.

            I thought for a moment. “Here?”

            “No, in my apartment.” He grabbed my hand, licking his lips impatiently. I could understand only too well how difficult it was to stop even for a moment. He’s a fantastic kisser.

            Suddenly I remembered some of his songs, how fast paced and hardcore they were. “Hey Anchang, are you really so wild as you say?” I asked him with a grin. He was tugging on my hand, trying to almost drag me up the stairs. He nodded emphatically, his long brown hair bobbing. I reached out and grabbed some of it, licking the fingertips of my free hand to entice him. My feet almost didn’t even touch the ground as he half-dragged, half-carried me up the two flights of stairs and into his apartment. This seemed to be exactly what I needed in my life right then, to feel loved and wanted and release all sorts of tension.

            He threw me onto the couch in the center of the room and told me to strip. I looked a little nervous, I’m sure, but he explained it was because he didn’t want to destroy the lovely materials with his all-too-eager fingers. For the second time that day I yanked my clothes off and then I stood for him, posing with my arms folded across my chest in a regal fashion. It only took one look into his dark brown eyes to come back to full attention. His gaze was appreciative and I loved it; I loved the feeling of someone thinking my body was amazing. I moved over to him and slid his shirt up over his shoulders and then over his head carefully. “That’s one of the things I think is so great about you, Kamijo,” he said to me. “You’re so deliberate and everything with you is so pristine.”

            “Do you think this will be, too?” I asked as I unfastened his trousers and pulled them down. I was exhilarated as I saw his hard-on peeking through his boxers. I couldn’t resist the urge to pull the material off with my teeth.

            “I…Kamijo…” my name rolled off his lips in a strong involuntary exhalation. I loved the way the hair on his tan-coloured legs curled just so and I wanted to taste him. So, I did. “Ka…mi…jo…”

            He actually hefted me into his arms as he opened the door to his bedroom. I felt a cool breeze coming through the window to my right, tickling me up and down. Then I felt a warmer breeze, that being of his breath, running up and down the length of my body. “Let me take you,” he begged. “I want to do all sorts of things to you so badly.”

            It only took a quick nod for me to land face first in his bed sheets as he impaled me. I cried out in the initial pain, and then began to claw at the sheets as he began to work up a rhythm of sorts. I could feel my body struggling against the sensation of something so large, but every time he pushed I was electrified. To further distract me, my own length was pressed up against the bed, rubbing along it every time he moved. “More!” I cried, never wanting the euphoria to end. My eyes weren’t even focusing any longer when he pulled me up and backed himself over to the wall, his arms around my thin waist and his hips still bucking away, inside me. He pushed into me so hard my feet lifted from the floor every so often. I felt him bite my shoulder, one of his hands sliding from my waist downwards to help me finish. I guessed he was close. I was so slippery from both him and I perspiring. I slid against his chest even as I came in his hand, arching and squirming, crying “Anchang! Anchang!” over and over. I felt him release inside me not too long afterwards. It was hot as it flowed into me but it made me shiver, my eyes squeezed tight as he set me down on the bed. He kissed me softly and wandered into the bathroom just past the window while I collapsed and tangled myself in the sheets.

            I ached, my hair was in my eyes and my chest was heaving. He handed me a glass of water and smiled, sitting down next to me. I remember his eyes, so sweet and at the same time gratified. I smiled back. “Tired?” he asked.

            I nodded and snuggled against him, downing my water in one go. “Yeah, sure.” I said. Setting the empty glass down, he pulled me into his arms and covered the sheets over our naked bodies. I stared into the darkness. “Anchang, why did you want to come? I still don’t understand why it was me.”

            “Because I see the spark and talent in you, Kamijo. I adore that. Never give up, okay?” I nodded against him and continued to stare into the darkness. He fell asleep and here I am.

            It’s nearly morning and I pull out of his arms, taking one last smell of his magnificent hair. He stirs gently as I begin to put my clothes on and take my leave. “Hey, little prince,” he calls drowsily as I turn to go.

            “Yes?” I call.

            “Can we do this again sometime?” He smiles gently and looks over at the clock.

            “You can bet on it, tiger.” I smooth my velvet clothes once more and feel much more ready to face the world.

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