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  Fandom:
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      Aoi/Uruha_(the_GazettE), Reita/Ruki_(the_GazettE)
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      Aoi_(the_GazettE), Uruha_(the_GazettE), Kai_(the_GazettE), Ruki_(the
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      Published: 2017-11-05 Updated: 2018-01-10 Chapters: 13/? Words: 35213
****** The Onyx Czar ******
by FlaminiaK
Summary
     Takashima Kouyou is a normal country boy.
     He loves to play RPG tabletop games with his friends, he strive to
     help his numerous family with the horses at their ranch and has quite
     good grades.
     But one day, the bus that was taking two of his little sisters to a
     little school trip in the nearest mountain disappeared in thin air,
     making the entire town burn up with rumors and grief.
     Rumors that gossiped about Kouyou’s new neighbor: a mysterious man
     with long black hair, shiny dark eyes, moonlight-pale skin and a
     sardonic character that resembled eerily the antagonist of Kouyou's
     last roleplay campaign.
     The Onyx Czar.
Notes
     Made this after @cancerianwastelandcat on tumblr wished for an Aoiha
     and my cat woke me up at 6AM the day after making my mind sprout this
     sorta prompt? xD
     I couldn't wait to post it, I LOVE top!Aoi =w= and these things
     between thriller and paranormal shit ♥
     Enjoy~
***** Chapter 1 *****
“You need to escape from here! We can manage on our own, you have to alert the
King!”
“Shut up Kai! Use that damn dagger and free us! I can’t use my magic if I’m
tied up like a roast!”
“But Ruki, he’s the only one with +5 Agility! He’ll run faster than any of us
combined!”
“C’mon Shimmy-pants, roll the dice~”
Kouyou took the metal D-20 in his fingers, sending a little scowl to Akira for
the little nickname he always gave him.
He then proceeded to stroke it with his fingertips, feeling every number carved
in it while thinking what to do: go warn the King and convince him to give him
some backup guards with his +8 Charm… or remain and use his daggers to free the
rest of his party?
He only had a bunch of HP left and it might be dangerous, but Takanori made his
“Ruki” a Necromancer for a reason and Yutaka had his healer “Kai” with still
some Mana left… “Shima-Shims, we’re all going to sleep here! Speed up the
mental process please” Akira prodded him again, slumping on the table.
“I’ll stay and try to free you both… if I’ll get something higher than twelve,
I’ll even manage to get back some health” Kouyou said while juggling the dice
in his hollow fist.
He always was a sucker for gambling, and there was their honor at stake here,
along with lotsa loot!
Kouyou pouted his full lips before throwing the dice in the middle of the
table, on a velvety scrap of fabric Yutaka managed to find somewhere in his
attic. “C’moooon…! C’mooooon!” Takanori growled with both his hands gripping
the table.
                               ***** /13\ *****
The three adventurers cheered, hands in the air and Yutaka almost hugged Kouyou
out of relief. “You’re almost at the end of the maze and you can see the
sparkle of gold and gemstones at the end of the corridor, but alas…” Akira
chuckled devilish, his amber eyes looking at them through his bleached-blond
fringe.
He was the designed Master for that day and he always wanted to make them sweat
for their damn prizes. “There’s also a throne in the treasure room. A silver
one with shiny black skulls on each armrest…!” Akira continued to speak, rising
a hand to wriggle his fingers.
“Oh fuck don’t tell me…!” Takanori exhaled, clawing his black-rimmed glasses.
“The Onyx Czar is waiting for the three of you that managed to beat his traps!
You’ll engage into battle or talk your way out?” Akira now laughed maniacally
and both Takanori and Yutaka moaned.
Kouyou blushed a little, instead, while brushing a honey-blond lock of hair
behind his ear: he always loved the Onyx Czar with a passion –it was his
fictional crush par excellence– but he never managed to approach him so much
before.
The three of them started to bicker louder and louder, with Ruki wanting to
barge in and hit his face with his own “big-ass Black Tome” and with Kouyou
that wanted to talk to the Czar into help them out –and maybe get some romance
out of it–. “Guys~ You’re too noise up there!” a sweet voice stopped their loud
ones and Yutaka chuckled a little, nervous. “Sorry mooom~” he replied.
The woman then opened the door of Yutaka’s room and smiled at the four
teenagers, bringing them some grape juice and fries.
She and Yutaka were like twins, both with those reddish-brunette hair and that
dimpled, bright smile “Ah, Kouyou! Your mom called before and asked if you
could get home earlier today” she spoke with calmness and Kou sighed.
It was going to be dark soon anyway, with the winter quickly approaching, so it
was better if he started to walk home. “You can’t leave now! We’re about to
kick the Czar’s butt!” Takanori exclaimed, toning down his insults to not shock
too much Yuta’s mother.
The honey-blond teenager smiled apologetically to them, standing up. “Sorry…
but I promise we’ll continue from here next weekend! Probably Hellion tried to
jump over the fence again…” Kouyou chuckled.
Hellion was his favorite horse in his family’s ranch, a champagne-colored,
brown freckled Appaloosa horse and she had the most sweet chestnut eyes Kouyou
ever saw in his life. “We’ll stop this campaign here then, we’ll wait for ya”
Akira relaxed in the beanbag he was sitting on, sipping some of the grape
juice.
Takanori grabbed instead a couple of french fries, biting them harshly before
pointing his friend with what remained of it. “Remember to bring me back my
english notebook tomorrow! You forgot it twice in a row this week” he mumbled.
Kouyou nodded, waved goodbye to everyone and then he ran out of Yutaka’s house,
jumping on his bike to reach his home before the sunset stopped to paint the
sky red.
The countryside around him was sizzling with life, big fields of corn on one
side of the road and the grouped-together houses of the city center: the town
they all lived it was small and warm, with just a couple of grocery stores, one
diner and one arcade with a couple of bowling alley inside of it.
There was their school near the town hall and outside the ringlet of more
modern homes, ranches and farms peppered the zone for what the eyes could meet.
Kouyou’s home was one of the most famous ranches of the region not for the
quantity of cattle they could produce, but for the quality of both their horses
and vegetables.
His father even sold some of their creatures to vip in the racecourse
department and his mother made jams and pies every year for any kind of event,
selling them by the pound.
His two older brothers were still in college and his two little sisters were
still to young to give a real hand at home, so he was the only one feeling the
burden of that lifestyle.
It was hard sometimes, especially during harvest time, but Kouyou loved the
countryside and the quiet that governed most of the time.
The silence of the early wintery mornings and the crickets in the summer
nights.
Then there were his friends, that sometimes helped him out with the horses or
with commissions downtown when it was all too much to bear.
Akira’s family ran one of the grocery stores in the main plaza and the two kids
met at a really young age, when the parents started to buy and sell each
others’ materials.
Kouyou’s father sold to the Suzuki fresh fruits and vegetables, while Akira’s
father sold to the Takashima farm tools, milk and flour.
Both of them met Yutaka at the elementary school, when their new Literature
teacher –his mother– brought her son in that new town after a messy divorce and
they grew up particularly fond of each other.
The Matsumoto family was something a little different and the three of them met
Takanori when he was allowed to enroll into the town’s middle school: they were
a traditional type of family, closed up in their own beliefs, but Takanori’s
father was a hard worked in the mines and his mother worked in the town’s
little cotton factory, so they tried their best for their son.
Kouyou was really grateful for having such splendid and understanding friends
and if something ever happened to even one of them, the other three were going
to burn everything to the ground.
Pedaling quickly towards his home, Kouyou’s eyes got snatched from a light
filtering through the windows of the always empty house near his barn.
There was someone there? Finally someone bought that old building? It was a
small, but two-floored independent house, but it seemed that whoever was in,
just arrived.
The roof still had a couple of holes in it and the wooden exterior walls still
had cracked paint peeling off.
Kouyou slowed down when he reached the gates of his home and getting off the
bike he saw his mother starting to walk towards him. “Ah, you’re back…! I need
to close the barn, go fetch an apple pie and give our greetings to the
neighbor!” she hastily kissed his forehead before jogging towards the still
open barn.
Awwwww not again~
The same story every time someone new started to live near their house: apple
pie and few words of greeting to the new family that, at the end of the year,
probably would already leave.
Their town was renowned for their splendid spring and summer, for the clean
water and thriving forests that peppered the mountains around, but in the
winter all the zone always got covered in –at least– a couple of feet of snow.
That was why no one ever lived more than a year there, beside the native
residents. “But ma! Why didn’t you send Hanako to give the greeting?! I was
with my friends~” Kouyou pouted his lips, but his mother was too far or
ignoring him anyway.
With a deep sigh the boy walked back to his home, strolling inside the kitchen
filled with the good scent of pie and jams of every kind.
Even the wooden floor was cluttered with big basins filled with old woolly
scarves wrapping bottles of handmade tomato sauce, still hot.
October was a busy month for all of them and seeing bundle of odorous plants
already hanging from the far end of the big, long wooden sideboard that ran
along the wall in front of him.
The counter on his left was filled with apple pies, the scent of cinnamon
making his mouth water.
Kouyou’s mother loved to make those pies as beautiful as they were good and so
the honey-blond snatched one decorated with flowers made with scrap dough and
walked away, rising the hood of his sweater to fight back the cold that the
night was laying on them all.
Kouyou strode briskly towards the neighboring house, seeing a shadow marching
back and forth behind the windows, but something made Kou’s feet slow down,
stopping just outside the portico of the building: each panel glass of every
window seemed to be covered with journal pieces taped together, letting just a
dim light pass through it.
Strange… maybe they were re-painting the walls and didn’t want to leave
unnecessary stains?
Kouyou climbed the three little steps of the porch and slowly knocked on the
door a couple of time.
Then he waited… and waited, trying to warm his own fingers with the foil plate
where the pie was resting in, but anyone came to open the door.
The teenager frowned just a pinch, before knocking again with increased force:
he wanted to go back to his room and change into more comfy clothes, maybe sit
near the radiator with a good sci-fi book. “Yeah! yeah ‘mma comin’…! Fucking
hell…” a muffled, husky voice came from the other side of the door and few
seconds after, Kouyou felt his heart stop.
Encased by the door frame there was a man slightly shorter than him with long,
disheveled black hair contouring his almost sickly-pale face.
His eyes were two dark pearls shining in the light coming from inside the house
and his chiseled lips were stretched into a scowl.
Broad shoulders, dark clothes hanging on them like they were too big for him
and a simple, silver necklace circled his throat.
In comparison, the honey-blond felt like he had twigs for arms, instead of
those well turned muscles now visible thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of the
stranger’s shirt.
Kouyou noticed that he had a black and white bracelet on his left wrist, made
out of plastic beads shaped like stars, and an oversized roll of masking tape
around the right forearm. “What do you want” he barked to the boy and Kouyou
immediately gulped, trembling on the spot.
He tried to speak to him, but the man immediately grunted “I don’t buy shit
from ya girl scouts even without the cutesy uniform” he growled and before
Kouyou could even move, the door shut with a bang few inches away from his
nose.
The honey-blond was completely befuddled by the strange events and he blinked a
few times before he tried to knock again.
Girl Scouts his ass! What an asshole… but he seemed so much like…!
If Kouyou could give a face to his beloved Onyx Czar, it would be pretty
similar to the one he just saw. “What. The fuck. Do you want! I’m busy here!”
now the completely raging tone from the man scared him so much Kouyou made a
step back when his neighbor opened the door again.
C’mon… you have +8 Charm, you can do it…!
The boy swallowed emptily, feeling his mouth dry. “Sorry to disturb” he spoke,
his voice low both in tone and in volume. “I live in that ranch and my parents
sends our regards… we hope you’re staying well here” Kou pointed behind his
back towards his home, then stretched the apple pie towards the man like a
piece of meat in front of a feral wolf.
For a moment there was only silence and Kouyou could perfectly see the man
completely taken aback: surely he had soft features and looked a lot like his
mother, but being exchanged for a girl happened rarely.
Maybe were his full, plush lips? Or the long, light locks that now where
nestled inside the hoodie? Or his long lashed framing his almond-shaped eyes…
“Ah” was the single sound that came out of the stranger’s throat.
He shifted his stance in a less menacing one and crossed his arms on his toned
chest, arching his back just slightly. “Well you could say that immediately,
kid” the man barked to him.
Swiftly he stole the pie from Kouyou’s hands and held it with one palm under
it, while the other ran to grasp the door knob. “Sorry for being an ass
earlier, but I don’t like people. Give my thanks to your parents and go to bed”
his face softened for a moment and those sharp eyes seemed drowning into a
distant, incomprehensible sadness.
With that parting greeting, his neighbor closed the door a little slower this
time, taking the pie with him, and Kouyou felt his lungs start to move properly
again: he knew that anguish, the hopelessness of a lonesome monarch.
He ran back home only to boot up his computer and write a quick message to his
friends in a single group-chat.
[I’ve_just_met_Aoi,_the_Onyx_Czar!!1!!1]
[He’s_my_bloody_neighbor!!!_/(*A*)\]
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Summary
     Where we meet Hellion and few other strange things in the woods!
A week passed and Kouyou's eyes never stopped glancing at his neighbor’s house.
Windows still covered, not a soul in sight and only sometimes the teen could
see the form of a battered gray pickup leaving from time to time, creating a
cloud of dust from the dirt road.
Honestly Kouyou always hoped to bump into the man to just see his face again,
but when he told everything to his friends, all of them just laughed. “Too much
roleplay Shima!” Akira patted his friend's back, while they were walking around
the city center, after school. “My mother saw him too the other day, walking
around the factory” Takanori mumbled, not too much happy about it.
Yutaka chuckled, with his naive expression turning brighter. “Well if this guy
just moved it, he could probably need a job too, no?” he spoke with a matter-
of-fact tone and the four of them nodded.
“Yeah, probably” Kouyou whispered, thoughtful.
But he couldn’t stop to chew on his bottom lip “But you know… his house is
really odd! I mean… he blocked every single window with paper and the lights
always turned on even in the middle of the night” the honey-blond continued to
mutter to them, fixing the backpack on his shoulder with a little tug.
Kouyou was still pushing his bike along the sidewalk, though, trying to not hit
the pedals with his ankles.
Akira sneered at him, grinning maliciously. “And what are you doing up in the
middle of the night looking at you neighbor’s house?” he mumbled with a smirk
and immediately Kouyou felt his cheeks blush vividly, making Takanori laugh so
hard he almost choked himself to death. “Leave him be, Aki-chan! He’s still
single, you don’t understand!” Yutaka came in defense of the taller, slapping
the bleached-blond on the shoulder rather hard.
Their little group laughed even more now, before Kouyou stopped on his tracks,
eyes caught by a little shine inside the diner near them.
The little reflection of a silver necklace flickered in his hazel eyes and the
teenager's heart fastened a bit in his chest.
There he was, the man of mystery, sat inside the ‘Lemon Grass’ Diner, browsing
some papers he had in his hands with a couple of big, smoky cups on the
linoleum table in front of him.
His face was even tireder than the first time they met and Kouyou found himself
wonder if that man even slept at night… “Oh shit… Kou’s right” Takanori
mumbled, gripping both Akira’s shoulders to hoist himself up, checking out the
guy “He’s handsomely dangerous even from here”.
Yutaka tilted his head, he too was spying the stranger with a little, devilish
smile. “Ohhhh now I got it why you talk about him so much, Kou-chan~” he
chanted and Kou's face flushed even more than before.
Under the brighter artificial light inside the diner, more details peppered the
man's appealing face: his shoulder-length hair were slightly frizzled and wavy
–as if he just woke up from a restless night–, his face was covered in a light
stubble and under his eyes there were deep, dark circles.
But all of that just added to the natural beauty he was, his brows furrowed,
his gaze focused on what he had in his hands and those dark irises shining with
intelligence.
Kouyou even noticed a little beauty-mark that bobbed up and down near his
Adam’s apple, when he sipped what appeared to be coffee. “We’ll leave you two
alone~?” Akira’s finger poke his friend's side before he started to fake-
walking away.
The honey-blond immediately snapped back to reality and puffed his cheeks.
“Stop teasing me!!” he shouted, face red as much as it could be. “Or I’ll take
back the copy of Final Fantasy I lent you!” Kouyou threatened my best friend
with an evil laugh, pointing a finger to his whitening face.
That ultimatum always worked with Akira, the taller was quite glad he had
something to blackmail him in these cases.
Especially when he teased him for his lack of relationships “Awwww you’re so
mean Shimmy-pants! I just wanted to give you space with your Daddy~” the
bleached-blond giggled, before ducking and starting to run away from a punch
that would’ve probably hit him in the forehead.
Yutaka was laughing uncontrollably at the sight of the two jokingly fight and
Takanori was just waiting for his boyfriend to stop being a wuss, when the
smaller felt a prickle at the back of his neck.
He forgot about Akira -held down into a headlock under Kouyou's armpit- and
Takanori's eyes trailed back at the diner again, seeing the dark man gazing at
them.
His face was barely directed to the window, but he was watching every one of
the teenagers with long stares, like he was… studying them.
His lips pursed shut, his pupils almost invisible in those dark irises and when
he laid his gaze on Kouyou, Takanori couldn’t give a name to the sense of
dread he felt along his spine.
The Onyx Czar… it was fiction, he was well aware of that, but the guy was so
similar to what they all pictured… it was almost eerie. “Taka-chan!! Help me
out babe!” Akira’s cry for help yanked the smaller's attention from the man
and he noticed how Kouyou was just chuckling, squeezing at his boyfriend's
neck.
The shorter then rolled his eyes and together with Yutaka convinced their
offended friend to free Akira from Kouyou's unmoving hold, promising him to
treat him at the arcade the next day as a peace offering.
“You better pay up in sounding coins, because I need to break my record again!”
the taller grinned at them, looking how they bowed in front of him.
~ ~ ~
Back home, Kouyou ran towards his room because he couldn’t wait a minute more
to change up in his comfy sweatpants.
The teenager wanted to return to his watch duty over the neighboring house, but
before he could manage to touch the door knob of the bedroom, Kouyou heard his
father call to him from the base of the staircase.
He seemed in a hurry, when the younger leaned over the wooden railings “Hellion
got over the fence again!” he was grabbing his heavy coat and the keys of his
truck.
Kouyou puckered out his lips: 'why can’t I have some peaceful time in this
house?'  “Can’t you go–” “I need to take both Starshine and Goliath to the vet
now and your mother is with the twins at the teacher-parent thing” he looked up
at his son with his ‘don’t whine’ look and Kouyou's pout increased.
After few seconds, the teenager hung his head forward and sighed heavily,
groaning an ok, coming while getting off the staircase.
He grabbed his leathery chaps from the cupboard under the steps and run outside
with his father closing the door behind himself “Your mother will home soon, so
while you wait close the barn and the stables” he ordered hurriedly.
Sitting on the porch, Kouyou wore the half-open trousers over his normal
leggings and tightened the belt around his waist, then he stood up fixing his
long sweater over them, shivering in the coldness of the dying day.
The teen ran to the back of our house, where there were the stables and he
heard his father’s truck start up, rumbling in the garage.
Kouyou barely saw it leave with their youngest horses in the horse trailer on
the back, while he jumped over the fence, and he jogged in the tall grass that
enveloped both their farm and their neighbor’s back garden.
Hellion was nowhere to be found and even if she always strolled just feet away
from the ranch, this time the horse was missing from her usual places she
wandered to. “HELLION! HELLY WHERE ARE YOU?” Kouyou shouted with his hands
around his mouth, turning his head left and right.
There weren’t footprints of her hooves but there was a trail of crunched grass
that leaded directly inside the big pine-wood that circled the entire town and
that wasn’t a great news.
Wolves were ferocious this time of the year, because they had to eat up as much
as they could before the winter would come and Hellion was just a naive, sweet
mare…!
With his heart thumbing just behind his throat, Kouyou started to run faster
and faster towards the forest, never stopping to call her name.
It was almost the ending of sunset and the light was quickly fading beyond the
horizon, taking with it all the faint warmth it could still give.
With his feet scrambling on the underbrush, Kou kept scanning the deepening
darkness with his warm eyes, hoping to see his beloved horse as soon as
possible, maybe hear her chuffed greeting above his shoulder.
But only silence enveloped his ears, pressing on them almost painfully.
It was driving him insane, the amount of cold that was rising from the earth
like an invisible, damp mist, gripping at the arms and legs like dead hands.
Crooning his head, Kouyou gave a side-glance over his shoulders and there his
heart stopped for a second: his home's lights were nowhere to be found, in that
sea of trees… He needed to find Hellion immediately and hope that she would be
able to find her way back to the stables, leading him in the meantime…!
“HELLION! C’mon baby, where are you?? HELLIO–!” Kouyou's voice got stuck into
the back of his throat, when he stumbled over an exposed root.
“Ah–! Fuck!”
He fell forward almost face-first, and his body hit the ground hard, sliding
few inches on the dirt… and something made a hollow rumbling sound under his
side.
Almost… metallic. “What the hell…?” the honey-blond mumbled under his breath,
massaging a really painful, bruised arm for few moments.
Then Kouyou moved his hands to sweep away pine needles and dirt in front of his
folded knees.
Freezing-cold iron met his palm and rusted rivets slided underneath his
fingertips: it seemed like a big hatchback with some numbers and letters carved
in it.
1-8-//-/-WEL/S/NG–//MIN/H/FT-/-0-8
Names and dates seemed badly scratched away, but it wasn't clear if it was the
work of a human, animal or mere time.
It was dirty and smelt like rotten mushroom, but the hinges were still well-
oiled… strangely shiny. “OYE!” a gruff voice made Kouyou jump out of his skin
and looking at his right, he saw a figure strolling towards him.
His hazel eyes widened along with his heart, when he saw it was the Czar’s
double.
The man was walking with his hand in Hellion’s ashy mane, gripping on it to
guide her since she didn’t have any bridles on. “Your fucking horse was on my
porch…! Why the hell did ya run out here??” he left the animal alone before
approaching the younger with a menacing pace.
Stretching a hand, the stranger grabbed the teenager by his scruff and hoisted
him on his own feet. “Fucking kids… your parents should fix their fucking
eyeballs on ya” he mumbled, passing his dark irises on Kouyou's shivering body
up and down a couple of times.
He was… checking out something, but the teen didn't know what, exactly.
Kouyou was taller than him, physically, but the man always seemed to tower over
him with his very essence.
He was crushing Kouyou with his eyes alone. “My folks aren’t home… and…
Hellion… she ran away, so I had to–!” the teenager tried to explain himself
under his inscrutable gaze, his voice weak and shaky “I don’t fucking care…
move your ass kid, I’m taking ya home”.
Kouyou didn’t move when his neighbor turned his back to him, because the
younger's brain was still absorbing everything that happened in that short span
of time.
He was alone, scared and the black-haired man arrived like a knight to rescue
the damsel in distress… how much of a coincidence could that be? “So?? God-
fucking-damn, kid! Are you deaf or what??” the older barked that sentence while
stopping, slightly turning around to watch Kouyou's face, and the honey-blond
returned on Planed Earth in a split second.
Grabbing Hellion’s mane, he hastily followed him among the trees, feeling the
big muzzle of the horse nudge his elbow. “Ouch… yeah I missed you too” Kouyou
whispered to her with a smile, cuddling her nose.
Aoi –Kouyou thought he should call him like that since he don’t know his real
name…– slowed down his pace to make the younger catch up on him and when
they both in the big, grassy field between the forest and their homes, the
older glanced at Kouyou.
The man was studying him again, like that afternoon near the diner. “You should
check out that knee, probably you hit it badly” he snarled, twisting his lips
“Fucking clumsy brat…” he added under his breath, but even if the words were
harsh, the tone was almost… sad.
Kouyou cocked his head on one side, before looking down to his left knee: it
was aching, yes, but not as much as his elbow and probably he just collected a
handful of multicolored bruises on his lithe skin. “I’m fine… uhm… I…” the
teen mumbled while speaking to his neighbor, biting his own lip again.
Aoi started to walk away towards his house, with the clear intention on leaving
Kou there, but the teenager rose his hand to try and stop him, gripping the
worn-out fabric of his leather jacket. “W-wait! I wanna… uuhh… thank you,
sir…” the younger blurted out, hoping he wasn't asking for a fist in the face.
But au contraire, Aoi looked at Kouyou with a dim light in his eyes. “Just
don’t run around like that. It’s dangerous for nice-looking kids like ya, these
days…” he stood motionless, the night now tinting the air with its blueish
colors, moon caressing the very top or the trees.
After a time that seemed to be infinite, the older shrugged off that lanky, but
soft hand and fisted his palms in the pockets of his jacket, nodding to the
teenager a little goodbye. “And try to stop your fucking horse from stroll on
my porch next time” he growled now grumpy again.
Kouyou blinked, his face redder and redder by the second, and his chest seemed
to flood with his massive heartbeats.
'N-Nice… looking… like me??'
Hellion chuffed at her owner's expression, nibbling at his light hair.
***** Chapter 3 *****
Chapter Summary
     Remember when Aoi said he would likely be a carpenter if he didn't
     became a guitarist?
     Well...!
A couple of days later, Kouyou was still in a daze.
For the entirety of his free-time the boy kept thinking about that moment,
analyzing again and again his posture, his face, his eyes, his voice, his
words.
What did he meant?
Was he gay?
Bisexual?
Hell, a very curious straight guy?
Kou had a CHANCE with him?
But he was so older than him… the man could be his uncle’s age for what he
knew!
Kouyou sighed heavily while absentmindedly brushing the sides of one of their
horses, cleaning him from the dirt he rolled into a couple of hours before.
The teenager’s questions transformed into fictional dates into his mind, and
those dates evolved into light kisses onto his plush lips and warm hands around
his thin waist.
A possessive hold, strong as the one that got him on my feet nights before.
Teeth on the chest, down the ribs, sinking down into what Takanori called often
his ‘heavenly thighs’.
Kouyou’s hand stopped and he gripped more the round brush between his fingers,
almost clawing it: that daydreaming transformed him in the frail Red Riding
Hood under the majestic, hard paws of the Big Bad Wolf.
He immediately shook his head, deciding that he had to stop himself, because
his heart was beating so fast he thought he was gonna pass out.
And the stable wasn’t the greatest place to fall down, risking to hit the head
against one of the half-doors or on some hoof rasp.
That was the hardest crush of his life, but as Akira said, that was the result
of too much roleplay…
Kou knew he was just a disillusioned teen, he needed to put his head where it
was needed: into his family’s farm, the school and his friends.
No fictional relationships and absolutely no more contacts with that neighbor…!
“Kou! Kou, darling!” his mother called him from the kitchen’s window and
turning on his axis, Kouyou saw her waving at him.
Sighing again, the teenager patted the big side of Nautilus and put the brush
on the railing of that cozy enclosure.
Running back towards my home, his hazel eyes caught a shadow behind his parent,
in the kitchen, but it was too far back to see who belonged to. “Darling, can
you do me a favor?” she smiled when her son was within ear reach and Kou just
nodded.
He could never say no to his mom, especially when she worn that innocent, all-
sunshine smile. “Do you remember that hole in the barn’s roof?” she asked and
immediately the boy whitened: he didn’t like heights and she knew that, why
would she– “Don’t worry, I finally found someone that will repair it! Your
father will be happy to know he’s officially off the hook”.
The woman giggled, seeing the relieved face of her son. “Go show the carpenter
where the damage is and help him out as much as you can, ok?” she then turned
to watch behind her back and immediately her sweet voice changed into a more
raging one.
“GIRLS! STOP HARASSING THAT POOR MAN! I’m so sorry mister…!” she briskly walked
away, probably trying to save the worker from the cute wrath of her twin little
daughters and Kouyou left out a chuckle, starting to circle around the house.
It was a well-lit afternoon and the sun was high in the sky, giving off as much
warmth as it could, so while the teen waited for his mom and the carpenter to
pop out of the front door, he struggled to take off his sweater.
Kouyou had a long-sleeved shirt underneath it, but if he had to run back and
forth to help the guy repair the roof, he felt like he needed to be more agile
and with freedom of movements. “I’m so sorry, they’re a couple of tiny
hurricanes…!” the teen heard his mother talk behind the front door.
Then the door clacked open in the same moment Kouyou managed to pop his head
out of the sweater’s collar and there stood the man of his dreams, with a
toolbox in one hand and his leather jacket on the other forearm.
A little smile was stretching his lips and his eyes were locked on the woman
near him, gazing into her brown ones while speaking. “Don’t worry missus,
they’re just kids. No big deal” he chuckled, before walking down the stairs of
the porch.
He was completely confident, like a damn runway model, even in the simplest
black t-shirt that was sporting right now. “If you or Mr. Shiroyama need
something, I’ll be home until five, ok?” Kouyou’s mother now spoke to her son,
but the younger completely ignored her voice, eyes following the man as he
walked past him, towards the red-painted barn.
He smelt like seaside… driftwood and lavender, the sweetness of the vanilla and
the saltiness of seaweed dancing together.
It was his natural perfume or something store-bought? It was so warm and
Kouyou’s previous thoughts slowly crept out of their dark corner, in his mind.
“Kou! Did you hear me?” a light chuckle made the teen snap back to reality.
Damn… did he wandered away again, uh? “Sorry ma…! Got it, until five” he
confirmed with a little smile, then gave her his sweater and ran after Aoi,
that already entered the barn in the meantime.
Kouyou couldn’t believe his luck…! Also, he didn’t know if he was happy or not
to have the guy so close to him for the next, what… few hours?
When Kou grabbed the barn key from the big ring he always carried around, he
jogged to Aoi’s side so he could slide the big door open. “I didn’t know you
were able to smile, sir” the younger chuckled, seeing the older’s face turn
sour in mere seconds.
But it seemed more like he was pouting to Kouyou’s eyes and that ignited little
sparks inside the teen’s chest. “Don’t try your luck, kid” Aoi growled, only to
get a grinning smile back. “And I thought you just hated people in general…!”.
The man’s face twisted into a dark, menacing scowl. “I need a job and everyone
in this fucking town is sniping me dead with their eyes since day one…” he
replied hastily and his voice was yes angry, but…
Kouyou detected a melancholic undertone in it. “Also, your mother bakes some
good-as-fuck pies” his lips barely twitched in what was a little smirk, his
eyes shifting on the teenage.
They were burning embers,scorching Kouyou’s skin everywhere they passed and for
a moment the man’s barely-visible pupils enlarged in the black irises, noticing
how much plump those lips were. “This is my thanks to her… and I’m paid, mind
you” Aoi spoke abruptly, before power-walking inside the barn.
The air was dusty and dry, big sheaves of golden hay crowded the far back of
the main floor and a bunch of sharp tools were well disposed on their hooks
near them.
On their left rested the plow for the big tractor, while on the right there
were the stairs for the second floor.
Kou’s father used that space to cram away everything he couldn’t manage to
throw away, along with the wooden planks they needed for that work. “I’m gonna
check out the hole, bring me a ladder” Aoi said while hanging his leather
jacket on the railings of the stairs, before climbing them with his head
pointed towards the roof.
The hole was in the far-left corner of the barn, right next to a makeshift
gutter and with his eyes still glued to Aoi’s back, Kouyou jogged to grab the
long wooden ladder -the only one, at that- that they had.
The teenager scrambled to take the ladder to the second floor, but once there
he saw Aoi crouching down near the toolbox, shifting his hands inside in search
of something. “Put that there” Aoi pointed a place behind his back without even
looking up.
Kou nodded, feeling the shyness starting to crowd his mind, and quickly found a
holding place on the roof beams.
After a little shake to the ladder to check if it was stable enough, the
younger turned to see the older a couple of inches away from his chest.
Kouyou’s body froze for a moment while gazing into his face and the teen felt
like shriveling on himself because of those piercing eyes. “Move…?” Aoi snarled
annoyed and Kou hastily side-stepped away to make him space.
The raven then grabbed the wooden ladder with a hand, the other one already
clenched around a hammer, and started to climb it like he was without weight.
Hazel eyes followed his movements and –oh my God– only in that moment Kouyou
noticed that Aoi wore some worn-out dark jeans.
Tight worn-out jeans, that framed his swaying hips and his long legs.
And his ass: a really manly, but plump, ass… completely the opposite compared
to his own lanky, flat physic.
Kouyou blushed so hard and quick he felt his cheekbones melt off his skull:
brain –he thought– stop imagining how would be like to be crushed down by that
body.
Now isn’t clearly the time for an hard-on of any kind… damn raging hormones…!
“Oye…!” Aoi called him quite roughly and Kouyou blinked my eyes to focus on him
again.
He was half-turned on one of the last steps, one hand holding on a beam while
the other was pointing the hammer down to the toolbox.
Aoi’s arms were both naked now, his t-shirt sleeves rolled up to show the
crevices of nervous, firm muscles, with a tattoo on each arm.
Muscles of someone that worked all his life, not those pumped ones full of
artificial proteins and bench-presses “Stop daydreamin’ kid! Pass me one of
those planks and a bunch of nails” he ordered, making Kou move erratically
fast.
Everything to erase from his mind –and his trousers– that vision.
He took one of the wooden slabs in his hand and searched inside the toolbox
until he grasped a box of silvery nails.
Quickly, Kouyou stretched out his long arms to give Aoi everything and in
complete daze the teen saw those big hands grab the other end of the plank to
just block it between his lower abdomen and the ladder, so he could grab the
nails.
The teen craved to be that slab of wood right now, know what was like to feel
that hard…!
Kouyou closed his eyes, quickly shaking his head and thanking that the man was
too focused on his work to notice him.
Aoi opened the little box of nails and put a couple of them between his lips
while carefully put the rest of them on a nearby beam and the younger watched
his back arch slightly when he put the lumber against the hole.
Even if he was doing something so simple as hammering some nails into the wood,
his stance was incredibly elegant and Kou was able to see under his oversized
shirt thanks to his leaned-back pose.
Aoi’s back was as toned as his arms were, his smooth and pale skin peppered
with little, brown moles here and there.
Some of his vertebrae bumped his flesh and Kou had the instinct to touch that
skin with trembling fingers: it was going to be hot or cold? He put his bet for
a warm, solid feeling…
The teen’s hand stopped midair when a loud snap broke the air and the younger
jolted on his feet, completely startled.
Aoi, instead, almost fell back when his left leg plunged down, but his free arm
bolted to grab a roof beam, steading his stance.
Out of instinct, Kouyou used both his hands to push on the back of the man’s
thighs to help him up. “Fuckin’ ladder…! How many years ago yer folks bought
this piece of shit?? Awwbbollocks… I’ll have to make a new one…” his last
sentence was almost breathed, mumbled.
His voice changed in the span of a moment and a thick accent flooded his normal
grumpy tone, an accent that wasn’t from Kou’s country for sure.
It made him even more handsome, a pinch of exoticness added to his natural
mysterious aura. “You can stop grope me now, kid” Aoi then chuckled, almost out
of character.
Fast as a lightning, Kouyou yanked his palms away from his legs and pressed
them against his own chest, blushing hard. “So-sorry… I didn’t know if… you
know… if it was safe… to let go” the boy stuttered before falling again into
silence and Aoi grinned while focusing on the task at hand.
–God!– Kou felt so ashamed, he literally held the man’s thick, firm thighs
under his own palms for longer than twenty seconds and the teenager swore he
felt every tendon and nerve move, flicker under his fingers.
Following Aoi’s orders back and forth, Kou passed him other types of nails, a
saw to fix some raw edges of the hole, other wooden planks and finally the
break was all patched up… but then Aoi saw there was a cracked plank near the
gap and wanted to work on that too.
The older’s eyes darted from the other side of the second floor, seeing things
Kouyou wasn’t able to discern. “Sure this place needs a lot of work, uh?” Aoi
again spoke to himself, getting off the ladder jumping the broken step in the
meantime.
At the end of the day, ‘Mr. Shiroyama’ repaired another pair of damaged planks,
the jambs of the big and round window, nailed down one loose board of the
mezzanine on the stairs and even wanted to take away the ladder to quote
unquote restore that shitty thing to usable conditions.
Kouyou was completely surprised by that change of character, from grumpy
asshole to selfless hard worker and when Aoi declared he was done –handsomely
wiping away the sweat from his forehead with his arm– barely half of the barn
was fixed up. “Wow… you really like to hammer” Kouyou distractedly mumbled,
wandering around with his hazel eyes.
The older couldn’t stop a snort and Kouyou turned to look up at him, seeing his
face now fully exposed into a shit-eating grin. “You’re a shameless brat” Aoi
rumbled, walking up to the younger.
Then Aoi poked Kouyou’s flat chest with a finger, pressing it lightly. “It’s
been years since I got tohammer… but yes, I like to hammer. A lot” ebony irises
were fixed into hazel ones, a dark flame consuming the very air between them.
Those chiseled lips, curved into a malicious smirk, were begging to be kissed…
but to Kouyou they were like concentrated poison, sweet-scented arsenic.
A black, thin brow arched into a smug expression. “And I noticed that the only
thing straight as a nail, here, is your physique… I’m not dumb, kiddo” a slow
whisper, the metallic-like voice of the man lulling Kouyou like a dangerous
siren.
Aoi put more force on that finger and pushed the younger away from his path,
walking back to his house with ladder in one hand and jacket in the other.
Kouyou flushed from ear to ear and he felt his chest throbbing so much he only
hoped his heart wouldn’t hop out of his ribs to dance in the dirt in front of
his feet.
Stop leaving me on the verge of Death, you moron…!
***** Chapter 4 *****
Chapter Summary
     Secrets between apple pies and cinnamon.
His mother almost didn’t believe him when Kouyou said that Mr. Shiroyama fixed
up almost all the barn… on a whim. “Oh dear, I should’ve paid him more then!
Why didn’t he told me?” she replied, but the boy just shrugged.
Kou didn’t know what got into that grumpy man, he just saw those dark eyes
light up for a moment, while working, and those plush lips crossed by a
bittersweet smile so soft it seemed almost a dream.
Something was off in him, but Kouyou couldn’t put a finger on it even if the
younger squeezed his brain dry. “Hiya Shima! Browsing the mags?” Akira
interrupted his long train of thought.
Kouyou was waiting for a costumer to finish and meanwhile stood near the big
window, watching leaflets and magazines with a bored expression. “Mh- yeah… I
need to buy some sugar for my mom–what the hell??” when the taller turned to
speak to his friend, he saw Akira’s face half covered with a white bandage.
His naturally-tan skin was even a little reddened around it, too. “Aki! what
happened??” Kouyou immediately asked and the blond chuckled, ashamed.
Akira’s hand rose to scratch the back of his head, lowering his eyes.
“Yesterday I was helping my dad unload the truck and… well… there were some
pitchforks and one got to slash me right on my fucking nose” he explained,
grinning then all victorious. “But Taka says I’m sexier like this, so I think
this will be my style from now on!”.
The honey-blond, lankier boy just snorted, shaking his head. “Good luck this
summer! You’ll melt your nose away” Kouyou grinned back at his friend, when
Akira sent a malicious smirk at him “But what about you~?” he asked.
Kouyou’s smile suddenly fell and the taller just huffed, giving him his back to
hide a pout. “What about me…?” he asked back, receiving a laugh instead. “Oh
your mom chanted the mighty carpentry deeds of your neighbor aaallll morning
with my mom” Akira chuckled, poking his friend’s side.
A thin hand grabbed one leaflet about some hotel on the far East Coast, long
fingers casually browsing through it. “Yeah, he fixed the barn pretty well, my
dad is happy ‘cause he has more free time now” Kouyou mumbled, but Akira
thought there was a little more to know.
He pressed both his arms on Kouyou’s shoulders, forcing him to bend slightly
backwards. “Kou, I know you since we were like what… Six? Seven? What’s going
on in that itty bitty mind of yours?” he uttered with a soft smile, nudging his
nape with his own forehead.
Kouyou sighed heavily, lowering hazel eyes in a confused look.
He trusted Akira with all his heart, damn they trusted each other with their
lives, but this was hard to speak out so freely. “There’s something strange in
him…” Kouyou mumbled, leaning against his best friend.
The leaflet found his black back on the stand “He could’ve simply patch up the
roof… I don’t know if he’s a show-off or if there’s something more behind it”
soft cheeks started to blush more and more intensely, when Kouyou thought about
Aoi’s stance on the ladder.
His eyes looking around, scanning the place.
The amused expression that just veiled the man’s face while talking with
Kouyou’s mother about the younger’s little sisters. “I don’t know… it’s a
strange feeling, y’know…” Kouyou sighed again, his lips now pursing shut.
Aoi was like watching a lake: calm and cold on the outside, with dark a
mysterious inside that only the bravest dared to dive into.
Akira rolled his eyes and circled his friend until he was in front of him,
poking his nose with a finger. “As I said, Shima… too much roleplay” he spoke
seriously. “You got this crush only because this Shiroyama guy looks like a
fictional character… don’t lose yourself in it, mh?” the bleached blond then
smiled cheerfully.
“And I bet he’s a slimy forty-years-old homophobe” Akira laughed, making the
taller snicker harshly. “Naaah, he outed me already” Kouyou replied, watching
his friend rise both his eyebrows really high. “No, really?” “Yep! He did it
with a sexy voice too~” the honey-blond joked and Akira groaned.
“Awww c’mon man! I don’t like them old, I don’t wanna knowwwww!”
Kouyou started to laugh together with his friend, but deep inside his chest
that memory made his heart skip some beats.
He wanted to know more about the strange man, longed to know what kind of dark
secret hid so much from everyone.
From him.
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The only thing that Yuu liked in that fucking town was the nature.
The woods were perfect to constantly feed his little hobby with dry wood of
every kind and roaming around he noticed that the mountains circling the zone
were already covered in snow.
That explained the chilly air at night and in the first lights of the morning.
Also, the garage on the back of his new house was big enough for his carpentry
needs and all the machinery he brought with himself fitted inside just right.
But leaving out that, the townsfolk were brutal: closed up like fucking
oysters, they looked down on him like a leper when he asked if they had some
job for him.
The fabric factory only hired young people, the mines didn’t need another
miner, the diner was full staffed.
He even tried at the local school, but nothing…
The only thing that managed to do was fixing up his neighbor’s barn and
breaking their ladder in the meantime…
Ladder that was now coating with some polishing wax, rubbing it into the wood
fresh off the lathe.
Yuu tried to just fix the original ladder, but it came apart between his hands
so he decided to make a new one.
He had a lot of free time anyway, so it took him three days to actually make it
from scratch. “You’d like this place” he spoke to himself with a low, soft tone
“Lotsa silence and a big-ass garden for the kid” he added, slowing his motions
on the ladder.
Yuu’s hand then stopped, gripping one wooden step with the cottony cloth. “Nice
neighborhood, too… Locals are a pain in the ass tho, but you’re not a party gal
anyway…” a little snort, then the raven exhaled heavily.
His straight shoulders fell and his entire figure seemed to cave in for a
couple of seconds, his jaw muscles tensing up and his eyes narrowing into a
scowl.
Suddenly the hand holding the can of polishing wax twitched and with a snapping
motion Yuu turned to his left, throwing the can in a fit of rage.
The finish twirled for a split second, before impacting against the garage
closed door, making a rumble vibrate in the air like a gunshot.
Then, when the silence fell again around him, Yuu just passed the now free hand
on his face, covering his eyes with another –angrier– sigh. “What the fuck I’m
doing here…” a uttered phrase, tired desperation oozing from every of his
words.
Like a defeated man, Yuu moved to get back the can of polish, thanking a couple
of Gods that it didn’t spill everywhere and regaining a little of control on
his emotions, he took the ladder in his hand.
Lifting up the garage door, then, the raven started to walk along the dirt road
toward the big farm of his neighbor.
His eyes scanned around the place out of habit, but then his dark irises found
rest on the show happening in the paddock on his left: one single horse was
trotting in circles, its dark frizzled mane swaying in the breeze and its
muzzle secured loosely with a rope.
Following the rope, Yuu saw the thin, tall form of Kouyou turning slowly around
on his feet, making a clicking noise in the side of his mouth, smiling at the
moving animal.
Yuu’s feet slowed their pace and the man found himself study a little more that
boy: he was wearing a heavy purple hoodie, dark pants under those leathery
chaps and dusty converse at his feet.
Sure the teenager was still green, physically speaking, but Yuu couldn’t stop
thinking that his face was what hit him most.
The first time Yuu thought he was a girl, but it wasn’t his fault! Kouyou had
such long and soft honey-blond hair, paired with full, plump lips and hazel doe
eyes rimmed by long, dark eyelashes.
Yuu wasn’t ashamed to say that he was a sucker for the delicate type –he
himself always swung for both sides anyway–, but Kouyou was really something
else.
He had a low, husky voice filled with the same shyness of a schoolgirl and for
a brief moment, Yuu asked himself what could be the tone of that same voice in
a more… pleasurable situation.
–What?–
For fuck’s sake, that was still a kid… what kind of thought was he going to do
on a –most probably– underage teen?
Yuu shook his head, huffing out his frustration before climbing the three steps
of his neighbor’s porch.
“Coming~!” the voice of Ms. Takashima came chiming from the other side and Yuu
clenched his teeth, forcing himself to smile at least a little.
“You’re always so grumpy when meeting new people…!” she usually said to him
back then.
“It’s a pity, your smile is like the sunshine”
The door opened and Ms. Takashima looked up at the raven with a confused yet
cheerful pair of maroon eyes. “Oh, G’morning Mr. Shiroyama! What brings you–”
her gaze then shifted from the man’s face to his hand, where the ladder was
still hovering inches from the ground.
Yuu noticed with a pinch of happiness that her smile grew wider and kinder.
“Awww you didn’t have to buy a new one! My husband was going to replace it
anyway… tell me how much and I’ll give the money back!” she chuckled now with a
more tender tone.
The raven felt a needle in the chest, when she said he ‘bought’ the ladder: it
seemed so well made…? It lacked few things here and there, Yuu was sure of it,
but… “Uhh… missus, I didn’t bought it” Yuu muttered with a slightly warmer
smile. “It was a quick work, you don’t need to–”.
Yuu couldn’t even finish the phrase, because the woman emitted a quite loud
UH?? “You built it?” Ms. Takashima added, completely befuddled.
That well-turned, almost chiseled wood was the man’s handiwork? “Really, it was
noth–” “You, sir, are an artist! Now I’m gonna pay you with both money and a
good cup of coffee” she pointed towards her neighbor, before cocking her head
and call upon her son, waving a hand to get his attention.
Yuu started to feel at a stake, with the welcoming ‘violence’ the woman was
inflicting on him.
He just wanted to… well, fix the mess he did when he broke the ladder!
The raven really wasn’t accustomed to praise, not anymore at least. “Missus, I
don’t need payment… I broke the ladder, I fixed it” he tried to use a more
serious tone, but it fell on deaf ears.
Kouyou, hearing his name, tied up the young horse to the fence and jogged
towards the front door, his light eyes immediately catching the shape of the
ladder and the form of the raven.
Was he… blushing?
His often pale cheeks were slightly pink and his dark, ebony eyes were
wandering around the porch. “Take this in the barn, please” she nodded her head
towards the ladder, before her maroon eyes glanced on Yuu with a pout. “Mister,
here we repay kindness with kindness! C’mon now, I have a pie in the oven that
needs to be eaten!” an index waved in front of the shocked raven.
Kouyou never saw the neighbor with such bashful expression before, and Yuu
himself never felt like that in years. “If you insist this much… I can’t say no
to a woman” he then chuckled defeated, entering the Takashima’s house.
Kouyou saw his motions soften up, his feet automatically search for the mat to
brush off the dirt from under his shoes.
And while the teen ran to the barn to quickly put away the new equipment, Yuu
looked around in the short hallway by the entrance.
The first time he entered, he didn’t pay much attention –he wasn’t much of a
nosy guy– but now his eyes fell on a long row of photos hanged on the wall on
his left: black and white ones, probably grandparents and great-grandparents of
that family, then a avalanche of kids of every gender and age, smiling or
crying at the photographer.
Slowly, the man stopped in front of a group photo, featuring the woman, her
husband and what happened to be their children.
The two twin girls always grinning to each other, the little typhoons Ms.
Takashima tried to maintain still for the photo.
A young man with short, auburn hair that hooked an arm around a smaller version
of Kouyou.
They all seemed happy in their farm, with their lives and their loved ones…
“C’mon boys, a big smile for mommy! Cheeeese~”
“Oh shoot, I should dust these more…!” Ms. Takashima interrupted his thoughts,
smiling. “We took this one four years ago, before my older son went to college”
she added, tapping the glass of the photograph with a finger.
She pointed at the taller, young man. “He always created quite a ruckus here,
but I still miss him” the woman walked into the kitchen, wearing an oven glove.
“Do you have children, Mr. Shiroyama?” she asked, taking the hot baking tin in
her hand, putting it on the table.
The sweet smell of apples and cinnamon filled the air and Yuu inhaled it
deeply, trying to focus on that more than the question she made. “Why you ask?”
he said back, stepping inside the kitchen with just a hint of curiosity inside
his dark eyes.
That room gave off more of that ‘family’ feeling, with all the preserves and
the squeaky-clean copperwares on the hood above the cookers.
He sat down at the table only when Ms. Takashima pointed it at him, sending him
a bright smile. “Well, my mother senses tingled quite a bit when you managed to
survive the girls’ attacks, last time!” she chuckled, turning to cut the pie in
slices. “And you give off the ‘dad’ vibe as much as my husband” she then said
with a softer tone.
Yuu looked the woman’s back for long, silent seconds, before huffing a little
laugh under his breath. “It’s so evident, uh?” he mumbled, lowering his gaze,
and he tenderly started to play with the little plastic pearls of the bracelet
around his wrist.
“You’re right missus, I’m a fellow parent” Yuu then chuckled, seeing a plate
slide right under his eyes: the slice of apple pie was accompanied by a big
scoop of vanilla ice cream and it looked better than a photo. “Ah! I knew it!”
the woman smirked and there Yuu saw the same smile that passed on Kouyou’s face
while talking with his friends.
He really took a lot from his mother, uh?
Yuu smiled just softly, something inside his head started cracking up. “Yeh,
eight years old, mischievous little boy” the man then took out his wallet and
opened it, taking out a tiny, faded photo.
Ms. Takashima took it in her soft fingers and smiled, seeing both a young woman
and a kid smiling at the camera "Awww he's so cute! What's his name?" she asked
and Yuu chuckled, poking the pie with his fork "Ryo, out little star... All his
mother, even if she often said he was my copy” the raven said almost in a
whisper.
Ms. Takashima looked at the man and a strange, colder feeling pooled into her
stomach. “Was…?” she asked and Yuu nodded, his smile still present, but the
light in it completely gone.
“He would be sixteen this year” Yuu uttered.
 
***** Chapter 5 *****
As Ms. Takashima heard his words, she immediately felt remorse for even asking:
losing a child was the worst pain for a parent and digging it up -even without
knowing it- was a really bad move. “I… I’m sorry for your loss, I…-” “Ahh don’t
sweat it, missus” Yuu waved the fork at her, almost angrily. “You didn’t know…
and probably he’s following me like a little will’o wisp for what I know”.
The raven sighed, then smiled back at the woman, seeing sincere concert into
her eyes. “Really… it’s fine. Heavy argument, but it’s fine” he spoke with now
a softer tone.
It wasn’t fine at all though, just thinking about it was clashing all his inner
walls one brick at the time, but he was just hoping she would just drop the
subject.
And she did, nodding and clearing her throat before asking about his work, how
or where he learned to work with wood so well. “I had my shop back in Florida.
Good revenues, well placed” the man shrugged and Ms. Takashima looked at him
completely enthralled by his voice.
And Yuu was looking at her while talking, never leaving her eyes as he was
taught to. “Have you tried at my son’s school? I know the old woodworking
teacher really wants to retire” she giggled, intertwining her fingers on the
table.
The raven stalled for a moment, the pie already disappeared into his stomach
fast as lightning.
He already tried at that school -at least, the one that had elementary, middle
and high school all cramped up in the same couple of buildings- but they sent
him away with a quick we’re already full staffed. “Uhm… I tried but–” “They
showed you the door I suspect… bah, they’ll change mind when I’ll show your
works at the next parent-teacher meet–” her voice stopped, her eyes darted
toward the clock on the wall above the door of the kitchen, then she slapped
her own forehead as if she remembered something.
The woman then stood up and opened the window near the table, almost planting
the glass against Yuu’s face, with all of his astonishment. “KOU! DEAR!” she
yelled, turning to the man with a whispered sorry. “Can you go take your
sisters from Ms. Tanabe?? I forgot I have to go to your school in a while!” she
added when Kouyou came running with the big, black horse still trotting beside
him.
Sneakily, Yuu stretched his neck to look out, seeing the teenager wrinkle his
nose at the request. “Awwww but ma! I have the Campaign this evening!” he
whimpered and the horse near him chuffed against his shoulder, brushing the
pinkish nose on the sweater.
A little smirk crawled up on the raven’s chiseled lips, looking at that scene:
lanky boy was a good one, but he was still a teenager uh? Always talking back
at least once. “Go take them now, then! C’mon, chop-chop!” the woman then
closed the window on a groaning boy and there Yuu lost it.
He chuckled, a soft sound that bubbled up in his chest. “Well, missus, the pie
was delicious” he spoke, rising from the chair and putting both his hands on
the table. “But I think I’m only busying your already busy schedule” the man
added.
Ms. Takashima sighed, nodding slightly. “Again, sorry. Tonight all the parents
are planning a Christmas Festival and I totally forgot about it until now” she
then moved and put a couple of pie slices inside a plastic container.
The kind thought made Yuu’s heart churn a little, in the old memories that were
held there.
“Don’t forget to eat, hun! You workaholic prick~”
“Since you love it so much…!” the woman smiled at the raven, holding out the
container to him. “Thank you for the ladder… And if you need help with the guys
around here, just say a word and I’ll sprinkle some salt in their heads!”
black, shiny eyes fell bashfully and a melancholic smile stretched Yuu’s lips.
He looked at the food in his hands and nodded. “Thank you, missus. I’ll see if
I can manage” the raved replied and when he exited the house his lungs took in
a bigger breath: he wasn’t accustomed to such warmth anymore… it was almost
hurting him deep down, as strange as it could sound.
Then his irises saw the teenager walking out the stables all grump and his
hands well fisted inside the front pocket of his sweater.
Kouyou was grumbling to himself, pouting his lips out and furrowing his brows
above his hazel eyes. “Umpf… Do this, go there… I just hope the guys will wait
for me…!” his protests died on his tongue as he saw Yuu, his Aoi, on the other
side of the dirt courtyard in front of his home.
He was looking up at him with a strange, interested look and for a moment,
Kouyou stopped where he was, petrified by both shyness and amazement.
His head sank between his shoulders and his hands recoiled a little inside the
pocket, but hazel and black locked firmly into one another: the cold weather
laid forgotten in the back of their heads and while the younger lingered on the
wonderful features of his neighbor, Yuu just felt a small soft bubble form into
his soul, far and fuzzy.
The older man then made a side smirk while walking away towards his house and
there, Kouyou's heart started to beat so fast against his ribs.
A bouquet of reds and pinks painted his delicate face up to his ears and the
realization made his knees weak.
He smiled at him…
Sure he would never know exactly why, but Kouyou finally saw what looked like
that handsome face with a smile on it, smuggish or not.
And it was the most beautiful sight he ever saw…
Kouyou sighed heavily at the sole memory of the little wrinkle at the side
of Yuu's wonderful lips, the soft squint of his eyes and the almost
unnoticeable lean of his head.
Perfection, Aoi was perfection.
 
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“C’mon Shima, roll…! Try to get at least a five or I’m fucking screwed” Akira
was chewing on the inside of his cheek, while Yutaka was drumming his finger on
the table.
It was an hardcore campaign, since was Takanori’s turn to be Master and he was
looking at his boyfriend with a sharp grin on his face. “Finally I got my
Berserker in a corner… What will our Fencer do?” Takanori chuckled with a dark
tone in his voice and Yutaka covered his face in frustration. “I don’t wanna
look…!” he giggled trying to be dramatic.
Kouyou looked at the tabletop, eyes darting left and right for a moment, before
he took the dice and rolled it in his palms. “If I get something higher than
ten…?” he asked looking inside the Master’s eyes, searching for a hidden
challenge.
Takanori huffed a chuckle, hoisting up his head on his open palms, caressing
his own cheeks like a villain. “If you roll between five and nine, Rei’s life
is safe… but you’ll fall into my trap” he uttered, gazing at the taller one.
“And I’ll be even kinder if you’ll roll up to twelve”.
Akira and Yutaka looked at each other, before the blond spoke. “Taka, you know
it’s a game right?” he snickered almost unnerved, but winced back at the side-
glance he received from his smaller boyfriend. “Shut the fuck up, I’m the
Master tonight and I wanna make your life miserable, mwahahah!” he said with an
angry, maleficent tone.
But then his face softened and his smile grew awkward. “Too much?” he asked.
“Too much” everyone else answered and the four of them laughed hard for a bunch
of seconds.
Kouyou blowed on the dice to warm up the metallic material, then he threw it in
the middle of the velvety cloth, tensing up a little as it rolled and twirled
with soft thuds echoing among them.
They all were at Akira’s home for that evening and their friend’s bedroom was
luckily big enough to host them all.
The bleached blond had some posters on his walls, a bunch of figurines on his
shelves and a comfy duvet on his single bed.
Everything was imbued with warm tones and a mess of clothes could be seen
through the half open door of Akira’s little walk-in wardrobe. “Ohhh you’re all
so dead~” Takanori chimed when the dice showed up the number three.
AWWWWwwww fuck!
Shimmy-pants, you betrayed us!
Please tell me I have enough Mana!
The three heroes tried to complain, but their Master only laughed and smashed
his hand on the cloth in the center of their circle. “Shut the fuck up! You’re
all cornered and the room grows darker and darker… then, suddenly, a clack in
the walls open two big hatches and acid flows down… filling slowly the channels
around the room” Takanori was moving his hands dramatically, grinning at his
friends.
Kouyou gulped loudly and Yutaka was fidgeting with his hands. “Awwww babe
c’mon… acid? Really?” Akira moaned with a pout, but Takanori didn’t look up,
knowing very well that his puppy eyes always got him. “The acid is rising, you
have only one chance–” “But if I die this evening, I’ll be able to skip
tomorrow’s test?” Akira again nagged at his boyfriend.
Kouyou giggled, shouldering his friend briefly. “You moron~” “Ah! You guys know
that we’ll have a new teacher? Is a substitute for Mr. Robinson” Yutaka
interrupted them all with his single-dimpled smile.
The other three turned their heads almost instantly in complete confusion.
“Really?” Akira exclaimed, staring at his friend in disbelief. “Finally good
old Rob will take a vacation?” Kouyou chuckled, leaning back against the side
of the bed.
Takanori was pouting hard, his arms crossed. “Uhm, guys? Acid… imminent
death…?” he tried to regain their attention, but he huffed as Akira threw his
arms around his smaller chest, hugging him like a teddy bear. “My mom told me
at lunch today, but she didn’t said who… well, if it’s a sub-teach, we’ll
probably see them for a month -top- before Mr. Rob will be back” Yutaka
shrugged and laid down with his back on the carpet, his head upside down.
“Guyyyysss I wanted to see you dieee c’mooon~” Takanori’s muffled voice came
from the chest of Akira and Kouyou just giggled again, shaking his head. “You
fried us, Taka! What do you want, screams of agony?” the honey-blond asked and
the three of them started to do silly noises of death, high-pitched gurglings
and dramatic wordings.
Again the teenagers laughed in a more soft way and the prior anxiety shifted
into a relaxed state of mind: Akira just subjugated Takanori’s tantrums with
little kisses and cuddles, Yutaka was almost sleeping while hugging a parakeet-
shaped pillow and Kouyou had his knees up to his chest, head resting against
his best friend’s bed.
The campaign was over, they couldn’t never walk past Takanori’s deadly trap and
that moment was like a chill ‘Game Over’ screen for all of them. “Well, at
least there will be something new” Kouyou spoke slowly, a little smile forming
on his lips. “Yeah, I was tired as hell of making bird houses” Akira chuckled
from his now nestled position against his big beanbag.
Silence fell among them, each and every one of the teenagers neck-deep in their
thoughts.
It was nice to stay like that: not having to speak or tell anything, but only
enjoy the presence of their friends in a night that was slowly turning blacker
by the minute.
But then a couple of hazel eyes saw Akira’s hand slowly moving on Takanori’s
back and Kouyou felt his mind churn and twist: how it would be like to be
embraced like that?
Nothing naughty, just… stay on a big chest, feel the rise and fall of it at
every breath and hear someone’s heart under his ear.
Big, callous, warm hands stroll along his spine, massaging between his shoulder
blades.
Arms wrapped around his frame, holding onto him like he was the most precious
thing in this world.
Maybe a hum from a deep, silky voice, lips brushing his ear while talking
nothings into it.
He could almost see it: an enormous fire pit in the middle of a big, dark
chamber.
Stone walls and flooring covered in thick, royal tapestries.
And there would lay his Dark King on a pile of velvet pillows, his pale face
bordered by black, inky and almost disheveled hair.
Brown and sand-colored fur wrapped around his naked body while his hands would
just lull the younger to sleep. “Uhhhm Kou, if you want a threesome you need to
ask Taka first…!” Akira chuckled and Kouyou blinked a couple of times snapping
out of his mental movie.
He looked up at his best friend, seeing his smirk grow wider and wider. “What?”
“You’re giving us so much bedroom eyes I fear for poor Yuta’s innocence here-”
“Hey! I’m not a kid!” “Uh-uhh who said threesome?” his friends talked on top of
each other, giggling and snickering.
Kouyou was breathless, he really… spaced out like that in front of them?
Blushing violently, the taller sank his face between his rose knees, hugging
them tightly. “I… I was… I was thinking about something else!” he whined while
Yutaka was laughing so hard he was rolling on the floor. “Thinking about what,
Shimmy-pants?” Akira grinned and Takanori hummed, slithering on his boyfriend’s
figure. “Fantasizing about some dark lord, mh~?” the smaller chuckled.
Inside Kouyou’s mind, the flash of that smile from hours ago drilled holes into
his sanity and the memory of Aoi’s harsh voice sent shivers down his back.
“It’s nothing… really, stop it”.
At that phrase, the other teens faded into an awkward silence, looking at each
other with now worried looks. “Hey Shima… sorry, ok?” Akira started, separating
from Takanori to crawl to his best friend, searching for his face.
Yutaka was watching with a concerned look into his brown eyes and the smaller
of the group was looking down a little ashamed.
Kouyou breathed slowly a couple of times, feeling a hand prodding at the top of
his head. “Kou” Akira called to him again, serious now, and the honey-blond
peaked from behind his knees. “Mh?” he replied, seeing a pair of amber eyes
watch him closely.
Akira knew about his ‘spacing-outs’ since they were kids, but as everybody else
he thought they were just things that would pass with time, with growth.
Instead, those moments intensified with the advent of his teenage and Kou often
found himself stuck between space and time without even realizing it.
During middle school, a lot of kids called him dumb because he couldn’t focus
from time to time, lost in his own worlds but he was there, only… not
completely. “Sorry, Kou… really” Akira tried to make a soft smile at him.
Silence thickened the air for a second, then Kouyou stretched out his legs and
nodded. “I forgive you only because you’re all a bunch of cretins” the honey-
blond faked a pout.
Little, relieved laughs peppered the group and finally balance came back onto
them.
“But I really wanted a threesome~” Takanori winked at the taller, making him
sling out his tongue. “I don’t like Hobbit sex, sorry” “HEY! I’m a Necromancer,
not a Hobbit!” “A very short Necromancer~”.
***** Chapter 6 *****
Chapter Summary
     "Sir or Mister would be enough for the time being”
A couple of days later, snow started to fell on the roofs of town and covered
all with thick white blankets of cold.
Kouyou liked the snow, but not the work that came with it: take the chopped
wood from the shed outside, shovel the snow in front of their home and the
stables, take bundles of hay from the barn and obviously dress all their horses
with thick clothes to prevent them to take too much cold.
At the end of the week, the teenager was completely tired and the only thing he
wanted to do was finish that day of school and just run home.
Change from his damp clothes into something warmer was a great idea, maybe his
mother would make him and the girls big cups of hot cocoa with marshmallows.
“Uuugghhh can’t wait one more hour~” Kouyou moaned, cocking his head back.
Akira, near him, just chuckled and nudged his shoulder with his one. “C’mon
Shima, just a little more and we’ll be free! Christmas holidays are the best”
the bleached blond grinned at his best friend, receiving a pout back. “Yeah,
for you! You don’t have to shovel a shit-ton of snow…! All because my father is
busy with work… I wanna finish my book in peace” the taller complained again.
Akira laughed, shaking his head, while shifting his backpack on his shoulder.
“Well, you’re finally going to put some muscles on those spaghetti arms~” he
cocked an eyebrow, still sporting a bright grin.
The two of them were walking from their Science classroom to the woodworking
lab, passing near rows and rows of lacquered-blue lockers.
Some had some beatings on them, others were of a different shade of blue, but
each and every one of them had its own locket that kept them closed shut.
The artificial light above their heads were turned on, since outside the
weather was going darker, softened by the stillness of the snow.
With a groan, Kouyou’s slim figure hunched forward, exhaling deeply seconds
after. “I swear Shimmy-pants, you just need a boyfriend” Akira rolled his eyes
at the dramatic antics of his best friend. “What about going to the arcade for
some boy-hunt, later?” the bleached blond stopped in front of the lab door,
patting his friend’s back. “You get all cranky if you get that sex drive
bottled up, it’s not good for your health bro!”.
Before Akira could open the door to the lab, a shadow appeared on the other
side of the windowed door and both teens had to step away before a tall and
sturdy man could impact in their faces.
He was in his fifties, thick gray beard and thicker curly hair around his head
like a silver halo. “Oh! Good morning boys!” the gentle voice of Mr. Robinson
waved at them, a big grin on his round face “I was showing the substitute
around, but apparently he’s already familiar with everything in the lab” the
older teacher chuckled, waving his leathery suitcase. “Be good with him, mh?”
Robinson winked at Akira and he smiled nervously “Yes teach…” “Good! Now excuse
me but I have a plane for the Galapagos that’s waiting for me!” and the man
took off without waiting for the boys to say anything.
Kouyou stared at their teacher with a befuddled look on his face: they never
saw him so happy-go-lucky or at least lively, in the past four years of school.
“The miracle of a vacation” Akira snickered, opening the door, and Kouyou
almost fell face-first into the concrete flooring.
The honey-blond could recognize that back everywhere, even if now it was
covered by a black, thin turtleneck.
His neighbor was writing something on the chalkboard, sleeves rolled up to his
elbows and veiny arms showing in those jerky movements. “To your places,
latecomers” he almost barked and with a last stroke of chalk he turned,
watching the rest of the class.
Kouyou followed Akira like a robot, eyes to the ground and face flushed red as
a poppy, but every part of his being was drawn to their new teacher, to the man
of his current dreams.
He looked so good in that turtleneck, the fabric wrapping like a glove his
chest and his shoulders, signing his narrowing hips just above the washed black
jeans. “Well boys, this is what we’re going to do since we’re in the Christmas
season” a couple of knuckles knocked on the chalkboard, showing a quickly drawn
diagram.
Silence fell in the laboratory, before a girl from the first workbenches rose a
hand. “Uhm… you didn’t introduce yourself–” “It’s not big deal” Yuu darted his
dark eyes to the girl, watching her with a plain face. “Call me whatever the
fuck you want, you’ll come up with some nickname sooner or later… Sir or Mister
would be enough for the time being”.
Takanori snorted silently, at the same work table as his friends and Yuu
started grabbing a bunch of segments cut from some two-by-four planks. “I know
that with Mr. Robinson you didn’t do jack shit, so I’m going to be very clear,
just once” the man slowly walked between the workbenches, slamming four pieces
of wood on every table.
 
**** TWACK. ****
“Fingers and blades aren’t best friends. In case something happens, take your
hands away from the saw and call me”
 
 
**** TWACK. ****
“Put your glasses and gloves on. I know they’re ugly as hell, but we’re
thinking about safety here, not fashion”
 
 
**** TWACK. ****
“Don’t get cocky with the tools, you could kill someone with those scalpels…
and I know it because I sharpened all of them this morning”
 
 
**** TWACK. ****
“Last but not less important…” the last set of short planks landed one inch
away from Kouyou’s hand and the loud noise made him retract both his forearms
to his chest, startled by those black irises staring at him. “This is ART, not
an easy way to get good grades, so try to put some soul in it” Yuu’s voice
softened at the last phrase.
Kouyou felt the man’s body heat cling to his own shoulder and side, radiating
from him like a dark sun and to the younger it felt like breathing again.
His salty and sweet scent was still there like the first time he smelled it,
unchanged. “Now that you know the rules, let’s get to business. Take a pencil,
a pen, your granny’s ashes and draw those shapes on each side of the wood” Yuu
continued to walk, passing behind Takanori’s back and advancing towards the
teacher desk.
His calloused hand grabbed an already scribbled piece of wood, rising it to let
them all see.
Kouyou couldn’t focus a lot on the task at hand, though, whit his mind a tangle
of thoughts and emotions: his neighbor almost brushed his chest against his
shoulder and that motion alone -even if accidental- was short-circuiting him
like crazy.
Aoi was so… so warm and real… firm and strong in both physic and character, a
cliff lashed by hard winds all year around.
Yet that subtle gentleness, hid from everyone, that shone from time to time in
little words or gestures was the charmingest of his traits.
Yutaka tried to snap him out of his shocked state, nudging him with a shoulder
on his other side and he chuckled silently at how his taller friend was still
blushing under his light bangs. “Earth calls Shima, Earth calls Shima” Akira
joked while scribbling what resembled an egg more than a sphere.
Kouyou closed his eyes shut, before returning in the same time-zone as everyone
else, breathing a couple of times.
Whoa, that… was intense…
 
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Almost one hour later, where Yuu had to teach every kid in the class how to use
a drill, Kouyou managed to make holes in the wood like instructed and was kind
of enjoying this new type of lesson.
Leaving out the ‘hot teacher’ teaching them, it was really something new and
more challenging than a bird house.
And then Yuu just moved towards a machine in the far end of the laboratory,
plugging it up. “Ok, now come here and I’ll show you how to use the scroll saw.
One at the time” the man spoke with now a less aggressive tone, waving one hand
towards one of their classmates to approach him.
And the whole class started to chat while waiting for their turns, in the
mechanic noise of the scroll saw: rumors about the strange man, how he had the
insane-killer-vibe, how handsome he was, branding him as Teach Lecter… Kouyou
was almost insulted by those gossips and his lips automatically pursed in a
pout. “What’s the matter, ducky?” Takanori chuckled.
Kouyou sighed easing his lips only to pout even more, blowing up his cheeks a
little. “Nuffin’…” he muttered, making Yutaka laugh. “Ducky is jealous~” the
brunette winked at him, making the taller blush hard.
No he wasn’t jealous… he was just miffed about that amount of back-fence talk
that buzzed around them.
It wasn’t… right, in Kouyou’s mind. “Shima, you’re next” Akira patted his
shoulder as he walked back from the scroll saw, his face confused and a little
curious about the work he just did: the block of wood in his hand was all cut
along the design drawn on it, but it had tape all around it holding the pieces
in place.
Kouyou looked up and immediately his eyes widened.
It was his turn…? Already??
He wasn’t ready, yet! He couldn’t withstand another lone time with his Aoi, his
heart was going to explode…! “C’mon who’s next? Lanky boy, move your ass” Yuu
watched him with a not-very-amused face, both his hands curled up against his
hips and Kouyou swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Taking the scribbled piece of wood he moved with lead feet towards the machine,
watching as how his neighbor freed the blade from the mechanical arm with ease.
“For now I’ll do it, but next time you’ll have to do it on your own” he talked
with a softer tone in his voice, low in volume so that only Kouyou could hear
him.
Yuu’s finger worked slowly, to show the younger how he needed to pass the blade
in one of the holes in the wood, then hooked it back in its proper place. “When
you move the wood, slide it on the counter, don’t press it down and if it gives
back to you, don’t force it”.
As soon as he explained that, Yuu turned on the scroll saw and moved the wood
in the moving blade.
Hazel eyes followed his every move but not for the sake of learning, oh no:
Kouyou watched those hands glide the wood into the sharp teeth of the saw with
the same gentleness of a caress, steady but careful.
And the younger then lingered on his still uncovered arms, noticing again the
little bracelet and how smooth his skin seemed above those rose veins and
flickering tendons.
And as soon as Yuu turned the machine off, the teenager was even more bashful
than before. “Ok, now try it and cut this hole out. Again, watch your fingers”
the raven crossed the arms on his chest and Kouyou slowly took his fingers on
the wood, holding it as if it depended his own life.
Kouyou’s mind was a mess of sensations now, thoughts raging without even giving
him the time to understand what they were.
A static invaded him as he felt the wood slide as if it was butter against the
blade, the noise of the scroll saw almost hypnotize him. “Slower, lanky boy… we
have all the time” a thick whisper grazed Kouyou on the neck and that hot
breath sent an army of ants along his skin.
Other thoughts broke the fuzz in his mind and the honey-blond felt reality slip
out of his grasp as he fell deep inside the universe of his imagination,
returning into that deep, dark dungeon filled with carpets and pillows, his
Dark Lord waiting for him with that precious side-smirk.
“Focus, you’re going out of tracks”
That raspy voice talk on his nape, kiss his shoulder blades with breathed
curses.
“I said focus”
Warmth all around him, all inside his heart, his soul, his mind… finally
feeling complete and not the unfinished puzzle Kouyou often felt like.
“OYE!”
The harsh bark made him snap back to the task he was doing and suddenly a firm,
warm grasp was tightening around his left wrist, so much it almost hurt.
But it would hurt more if Yuu didn’t grab him: the saw nearly severed Kouyou’s
fingers, inching them so much the sharpened teeth were almost scraping his
glove.
The blade slowed down as the older stopped the machine and black eyes were
flashing hazel ones with an cryptic look. “Bonus rule: always focus near moving
blades” he snarled at him before yanking his hand away few seconds after, as if
he touched something scalding hot.
Kouyou watched him clench his mouth shut, breathing deeply before exhaling out
his frustration. “Now… try again” he muttered, but the tension in his jaw
didn’t disappear nor the trembling of his hands.
Because Kouyou felt through the glove that the older was slightly shivering,
while he was gripping him, and that made the younger heart clench in the most
uncomfortable way.
Was Yuu... scared?
***** Chapter 7 *****
Chapter Summary
     Just one piece of fantasy
After that little incident, the rest of the hour with Teach Lecter proceeded
well and every student held in their hands a cut, but taped up, block of wood.
Kouyou fell into a deep silence since the moment the man shout at him, eyes
down like a beaten dog, but his friends at their shared workbench made a quick
work in cheering him up.
Yuu, once finished at the scroll saw, walked up to the teacher desk and leaned
against it with his hips, his armed crossed on the chest. “Ok kids, now that
you feel like you accomplished shit, take apart the wood… and I repeat take,
not break” he spoke right before a soft rustling could fill up the classroom.
Soft and thin fingers started to push and pull the wood with care and Kouyou
snorted lightly at hearing Takanori mumble some curses to a piece of tape that
wasn’t coming off his project.
And Yutaka was the first to speak, holding up something that resembled a
pointed Christmas decoration. “Waaa~ so cute!!” he chirped.
Kouyou just stood silent there, amazement slowly fill him with warmth as he
held in his palm his very first work of wooden art and when his hazel eyes rose
from it to his neighbor, the honey-blond saw those dark irises look directly at
him.
Not around to check all the students’ works, not to Yutaka since was the first
voice breaking the silence.
Yuu was looking at him with a strange, melancholic expression.
That side smirk painting again his wonderful features. “But mine looks like
shit!” Akira whined in the background. “That’s because your drawing skills are
shit, handsome!” Takanori laughed far away, in the outskirts of Kouyou’s
attention.
He was all for that obscure man now, every bit of his body and mind was
completely focused on him. “Now that you saw what comes out with this drawing”
Yuu started to speak again, walking around the desk to erase what he wrote
before. “The only homework I’m giving you is to come up with something yours…
And I said yours, not Google’s. I know each and every design on the fucking
web, so don’t try to fool me”.
The students groaned and Kouyou felt his own heart clench as Yuu laughed at
everyone’s reaction. “It’s simple, c’mon… draw front and side, you have until
the last day of school–” the bell rang suddenly, covering what Yuu said at the
end, and everyone just ran away from the classroom, leaving him there.
Kouyou just managed to send him a last glance, before Akira would drape his arm
on his shoulders, speaking about some new videogame. “Awwww fuck” the honey-
blond mumbled when the four of them exited the school building.
Big snowflakes were swaying down from the white sky, adding to the already
thick bright layers around town. “I have to run home, guys! Granma is coming
over for Christmas and I have to help mom clean up the guest room” Yutaka
chuckled a little bashful and after the other three waved at him, he just put
on his hood and sprinted in the snow, running down the road.
The percs of living near school, thought Kouyou, as he approached his bike with
all those little flocks peppering his light hair. “Yo Shimmy-pants! We’re going
to the arcade now, wanna come?” Akira patted his back, but the taller sighed.
“Sorry Aki, I have to go home too… If it’s snowing this hard now, I probably
have to shovel it again in a couple of hours” his voice wasn’t happy, but a
little smile stretched his lips when Akira just chuckled. “Means I’ll steal
your record then!” the bleached-blond spoke with a grin.
Then Takanori opened a black umbrella and after some other promise of hear each
other on chat, the couple started to walk away the opposite side Yutaka went,
bickering with their arms linked.
Kouyou’s smile washed away the more his friends walked away and after a bunch
of minutes he was still there, shoulders completely white and a deep sigh
puffing out of his lips in a white cloud.
Slowly, he started to push his bike following Yutaka’s steps, watching them
disappear towards his home and then he was the only one shifting through the
snow.
There was silence, the whole world wrapped up in that whiteness, and the only
thing that broke the stillness were the little crackling of the snowflakes
hitting the ground and the muffled crushes of his feet in the snow.
Kouyou shivered again, rolling his shoulders underneath his jacket, and watched
his own fingers turn redder by the minute because of the cold air, red like his
cheeks as he remembered Yuu’s laugh.
The teen wished he could hear him again make that crystalline sound, see his
eyes light up, smile at him and wrap him up in his arms to keep him warm.
“Oye, Takashima!”
Kouyou almost slid on an icy patch when he heard that voice calling him and
gripping hard the handlebar the boy steadied himself before turning his head to
see a battered gray pickup slowing down beside him.
His heart almost exploded, when he saw the man at the wheel looking right at
him. “Get up before you become a fucking snowman! Throw the bike on the back”
his neighbor said, his thumb pointing over his shoulder.
Kouyou widened his eyes, face flushing even more. “R-Really? I… I don’t know I
don’t want to disturb-” “What the fuck you’re saying? I live like three feet
away from your damn barn, c’mon! Move your ass!” the man croaked another harsh
laugh and at that point, the younger picked up his bike to shove it on the
pick-up, before throwing himself inside the vehicle.
He shivered a third time when he felt warmth all around his body and Kouyou
rubbed his palms together in front of the heating vents. “It’s fucking
freezing, why didn’t you call your parents to pick you up?” Yuu asked while
hovering his hands on the turning wheel, making the car move along the snow-
covered road.
Kouyou looked at him, trying to not watch for too long that perfect profile,
those lips and that cheekbone. “My dad is away until the 24th and my mom is
probably too busy… I don’t mind walking-” “Yeah, but you’re almost humping the
fucking heater, here” Yuu cackled with a grin on his face.
His eyes were fixed on the empty road and Kouyou thanked he wasn’t looking,
because he probably was going to turn as red as a Christmas ornament.
“Seatbelt” then the raven spoke.
The taller tilted his head, emitting a low uh? before the man could roll his
eyes. “Put on the fucking seatbelt” Yuu repeated, stilling the car near a stop
sign.
After that, the only noise between the two was the little whistle of the
seatbelt being fastened on Kouyou’s slim chest, along with the same muffled
crackling of the wheels on the snow.
It was an odd view, what Kouyou saw reflected in the windshield, their bodies
so close yet so far, Yuu’s hands gloved with black leather and moving from the
steering wheel to the stick near his leg, changing from the lowest gear to the
second one.
His leather jacket open to show the fluffy inside, that turtleneck stretched by
the seatbelt.
His thighs swell every time he pushed on the clutch to change gear. “Stop
undressing me with those eyes, it’s too cold for that” the raven huffed, before
his black eyes could dart for a split second towards the younger.
Kouyou coughed up a couple of times, jerking his head towards the window on his
right almost immediately. “I-I’m sorry…!” he muttered pressing himself against
the door, but after a while Yuu spoke again, with a softer voice. “Tone that
crush down, kid… I’m not in my prime anymore, you might get disappointed”.
Disappointed?
How can someone be disappointed by that kind of view? “You’re not that old”
Kouyou couldn’t stop his sentence and he saw Yuu’s face scrunch up into a
strange, far-away expression, between rage and a smile. “Almost rotten” he
joked without happiness. “C’mon, what are you, twenty-eight? Twenty-nine?” “I’m
fucking thirty-six, kid” the raven interrupted him harshly and a new, tensed
silence fell in the vehicle.
Kouyou looked down, into his reddened hands. “And the only thing I know is that
you’re illegal-years-old, so stop looking at me with those doe eyes, clear?”
Yuu sighed, his face falling into a defeated look. “I might not control myself
if you-” “And if I don’t want you to control yourself?” Kouyou spoke without
his mind working, words rolling out of his plush lips.
Yuu snorted and he stopped the car on the edge of the road, their houses in the
far distance. “Ok, let’s settle this once and for all” the man said while
jerking violently the handbrake. “If you continue like this when I’m nowhere
near you, you’re gonna hurt yourself in too many ways” Yuu spoke while removing
forcibly both his gloves, throwing them on the dashboard.
The raven quickly removed the seatbelt from his body with a little fight then
he turned to gaze into a couple of large, widened, hazel eyes.
“Just one piece of fantasy, then fucking stop it…” the older mumbled and one
calloused hand rose to grab those soft, silky honey-blond hair right on
Kouyou’s nape.
The teen stiffened on the seat for the first few seconds, fighting that hand
yanking him from his pressed-up position against the door, but as soon as those
chiseled lips met his ones, Kouyou melted away.
His body relaxed a little in that hold, immediately searching the other’s
warmth and his feet shuffled in the rubber mat, his snowy shoes squeaking on
it.
The younger moved his trembling hands, fisting them on his knees as he closed
his eyes, trying to move his own lips against that warm, soft mouth.
Kouyou was focusing on the slight taste of coffee on the other’s lips and the
salty-sweet scent that enveloped not only the man, but the whole inside of his
car.
Slowly, the older tilted his head and pressed more in the kiss, caressing the
younger’s plush lips with his own tongue and feeling a tightness inside his
chest.
It wasn’t the right thing to do, but he felt the need for that kiss: a lot has
passed since he felt at least a single spark in his soul and right now Kouyou
managed to lit up a firework show inside the man’s heart.
The snow piled up on the windshield, dimming the white light of the outside
world and the silence only served to make the soft, wet sound of their
withdrawal echo in the vehicle.
With his breath quickened and eyes fluttering open, Kouyou watched how those
dark eyes glistened in the penumbra around them, disheveled black hair framing
those onyx fragments and that mouth emit shallow pants. “You got what you
wanted…” Yuu almost growled, but his face wasn’t angry, nor annoyed.
He seemed almost hurt, brow knitted and a little wrinkle formed between them.
“Now stop it, Kouyou” the whisper that came out from the older’s lungs almost
broke halfway through his phrase.
As Yuu straightened on his seat, Kouyou was biting on his lower lip, wishing he
could rewind time so he could enjoy that kiss again.
And again.
And again.
***** Chapter 8 *****
Chapter Notes
     Bolded text is Scottish.
     To all the Scottish folks out there: I'm sorry if I messed up
     something, I tried my best with the translator I found around on the
     web çwç
Kouyou took up residence on Cloud Nine since that fantastic, marvelous kiss in
the pickup.
It was his little secret that kept him awake at night, he even used the
softness of the man’s lips in his fantasies for his ‘shower lone times’.
And when Christmas Eve came, the thought of that kiss eased up the news his
mother broke to him. “Dad is stuck at the airport for a snowstorm, he’ll
probably be here in a couple of days” she said with a slightly annoyed look on
her face.
Ms. Takashima always loved to have all her family around for Christmas, but her
older son was at his fiancé’s parents like a good boyfriend and now her husband
was blocked away from the weather. “It’ll be the four of us then…! We’ll drown
in all the food I prepared, but… oh well, I’ll put everything in the fridge…”
her face was starting to fall.
Their big home was made for a big family and an even bigger circle of friends,
afterall… “I can see if the guys wanna come? Or maybe…” a stray thought passed
through Kouyou’s mind and the teenager grinned slowly. “Maybe our neighbor is
free?” “Oh, good idea, dear! At least there will be another mouth to fill…! I
swear if we waste anything I’ll go bonkers with your father for leaving us
alone at Christmas…!”.
Kouyou grinned even wider, his mind humming a low maybe my mouth will be too
busy for food, mom and when his mother rushed to put the roast in the oven, the
teenager dashed in his bedroom: he had to change from his pajamas into
something fitting and opening his closet, Kouyou’s smile grew even sharper.
He threw on the bed a bunch of light-gray fabric, undressing in front of his
closet’s mirror and Kouyou watched his reflection with a pinch of uneasiness.
He wasn’t so masculine, his body never grew buffer or stronger even with all
the work at the ranch, and watching his flat chest he asked himself… will Aoi
like me? Will he like how my ribs shows up? Or my thin noodle arms? Will he
like this twink body of mine?
Then a little thought exploded in his mind, with the rough and snarky voice of
Takanori: “I would fuck you senseless if I wasn’t a faithful little shit with
Akira! You’re the Thigh Master, remember that!”.
Kouyou’s cheeks flushed pink at that memory and chuckling between himself he
started to dress up again, caressing with open palms his soft skin between his
still naked thighs.
Like in one of their campaign, he had to use all of his points to take over the
Onyx Czar… afterall, Kouyou was the handsome fencer with +8 Charm and +5
Speech, right?
And he always loved gambling, the thrill and the excitement of a potential loss
of a great reward!
The stakes were higher now, he wanted another kiss from the man… a kiss that
wasn’t a stolen one in a battered pickup -even if he would rewind Time to just
feel that again, mind you!-.
He wanted a more relaxed kiss, long and heartfelt… the honey-blond wanted to
wrap his arms around Aoi’s thick neck, caress his inky locks, feel his body
press against him.
Kouyou finished to put on his ‘alluring’ clothes and in the end he threw on
them a pair of quite normal black leggings and an oversized, fluffy, gray
Christmas sweater.
“I’ll get another kiss from him… we bet?” Kouyou whispered to the mirror,
grinning at his reflection. “Hell yes we bet” he answered himself after few
seconds of silence. “Kou, dear! Go ask Mr. Shiroyama if he wants to pass dinner
with us! I forgot I don’t have his number” Ms. Takashima called for her son
from the kitchen and Kouyou didn’t wait a single second.
He ran downstairs, grabbed his jacket and dashed through the snow with his long
legs.
White clouds puffed out of his mouth while he moved faster and faster towards
the neighboring house, but as he approached the front porch Kouyou saw all the
lights turned off.
The man wasn’t home?
Trying to not let his own heart sink between his ankles, the honey-blond moved
around the building to reach the back: there the lights were still on and the
back door was slightly open to show a scrawny kitchen, with barely any sign of
living.
The paint was falling in flakes off the walls and the only three cupboards
present were all made of scrap wood, as if they were made hastily “Ah nae,
sorry, Ah cannae...” the man’s voice crept from a corner of the kitchen,
speaking a language that Kouyou never heard.
It was harsher than English, almost rough… but Aoi’s tone was soft and bashful.
“Aam takin' th’ hennie skiin' thes year... yeah, therapist said it will help a
wee” another strange phrase and a bunch of muffled thuds.
Cupboards opening and closing.
Kouyou inched closer to the slit between door and jamb, looking inside: Aoi was
talking at the phone, fully clothed with his furry leather jacket and a single
plastic bag on the spartan table.
From it, the man was taking canned food of every type, from vegetables to meat
and fish.
Even some kinds of fruit in syrup. “New hoose? Mmh aye, Ah forgot tae teel ye
we waur movin'” Aoi stopped moving, his hand still gripped on the cupboard’s
nob. “Ye ken, wi' th' therapy sessions an' th' wark in th' shop–I'll send ye
some picters, it's a braw place”.
He seemed… sad, with his shoulders sloping and his head bowed down.
His face was hidden by his long, disheveled hair and Kouyou wasn’t able to see
his expression. “Say guid day tae Da fur me,awe rite? Mh? He's thare? aye,
sure… thenk yeMaw” after that he started to move again, his voice clearing with
a little cough.
Kouyou neared even more, placing both his hands on the door jamb to steady
himself on the snowy step. “Hi Dad…! How are you?” Aoi’s tone cheered up a
little, even if the melancholic rhythm in it still persisted “Mhh, good. Mom is
making you loose hair?” a little laugh that died pretty soon. “Me? It’s… hard…
I hate to lie to her but… yeah, I know”.
Aoi finished to put away what happened to be his groceries and leaned against
the table with his hips, holding himself up with his free hand while the other
tightened around the cellphone. “Yeah I moved away, I couldn’t stand that place
anymore… mh Utah… in the middle of nowhere… the nearest thing that can resemble
civilization is Salt Lake City so… ahah, yeah”.
Kouyou furrowed his brows, pouting slightly: the man moved without telling
anyone…? What happened to make him flee his previous home? “Townsfolk are
horrible, I miss Florida already…! But…” Aoi sighed another laugh, a gentle one
this time. “Neighbors are super-sweet, in this big-ass ranch full of horses…
Missus there already stuffed me up with apple pie– I’m not getting fat!”.
Kouyou saw the man arch his head back into a more sincere laugh, the first one
he heard coming from him and a hot pang traversed his young heart: he was so
beautiful with that smile, like a ray of sun piercing through dark clouds. “She
helped me up finding a job ‘round here… teaching woodworking to some kids at
the local high-school… I’m fine with them, they’re grown-up already… y-yes I’m
taking them… doc said twice a day…”.
Kouyou was soaking up everything like a sponge: doc as in ‘doctor’? Twice a
day… he had to take some kind of medicine? The more he heard, the more Kouyou
wanted to know about the man of his dreams.
Suddenly, though, a cold shiver made his whole body twitch and his foot slid on
the frozen snow, making him stumble right through the back door.
Yuu turned and saw Kouyou fall face-first on the cracked tiles of his kitchen
and he instinctively walked up to him, kneeling down. “For fuck’s sake kid!” he
scowled, while the honey-blond rose his head with a groan and a reddish patch
on his forehead. “Are you ok? What the fuck are you doin– the neighbor kid,
dad… Call you guys later ok?” Yuu then quickly turned off the conversation,
hiding his phone away.
Kouyou scrambled up on his knees, sitting on his heels and massaged his face
with the fuzzy sleeve of his sweater. “What did you hear?” Yuu asked, serious.
If someone knew, he didn’t know what he could do… “I…-” “What did you hear? Why
are you here?” the older’s hands rose and tightened around Kouyou’s arms in a
tight, trembling grip. “I heard nothing, I just tried to knock and I fell!
Jeez…” the honey-blond backed off a little from that seize, feeling his cheeks
flush. “My mom sent me…” Kouyou added, his lips sticking out in a frown.
Will he believe him if he pouted hard enough?
Yuu sighed deeply and let him go, scratching his nape. “Sorry… you startled me…
what does she wants? If it’s a job she’s looking for I don’t know if I can make
it right now-” “She wanted to invite you over… my Dad can’t make it for
Christmas but she made so much food it’s going to spoil with just the four of
us… so…” Kouyou leaned forwards just a little, pressing his palms on the floor.
“If you’re alone this Christmas… you can come eat with us”.
Kouyou dared to use his softer voice, his eyes fluttering closed and back open
again: he was so near Yuu he could feel his body heat radiate from him like
from the very sun in the sky. “I don’t know… I’m not a very cheery person if
you didn’t get it–” “My mom would be really happy if you passed Christmas with
us… and… I would be happy too…” the honey-blond inched closer.
Closer… so much closer he felt Yuu’s hot breath on his face.
Suddenly a big palm pressed on his face and pushed him away, with gentleness.
“If it will stop you from making those bedroom eyes, I’ll come…” Yuu sighed
defeated, rising on his feet.
Kouyou grinned, mirroring the man’s actions and taking his hand on a whim.
“Let’s hurry up then! Table’s probably all ready by now!” he chuckled as he ran
out of his neighboring house, dragging Yuu behind himself.
The younger was feeling his own heart thumping fast and hard into his chest,
sending sparks all over his body: he was going to pass Christmas together with
the man!
And Yuu was trying to keep up with the other’s long legs, feeling a smirk
creeping on his lips as warmth started to swell inside him.
His first Christmas with someone beside himself since…
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He never laughed so much in such a short period of time.
Ms. Takashima was a hurricane of a woman, her energies never faltering as she
brought food on the table, juggled with the rascal twins and a not-so-eager-to-
help Kouyou and managed to take out of the fridge at least a couple of cakes.
The girls, named Mitsuki and Satsuki, were doing everything in their power to
escape their motherly watcher to go inspect both the gifts under the Christmas
tree and the stranger in their house, crawling under the table to pop up on the
other side, giggling.
They asked Yuu an infinite amount of questions, clawing at his clothes to get
his attention, and the man tried to not choke to death on a piece of roast-beef
when one of the little girls asked if he was “single enough to marry her next
year”.
Ms. Takashima threatened them to ban dessert from that household for the next
three month, as she noticed they weren’t at their places and the kids dashed
away, pleading and laughing.
And then… there was Kouyou.
That boy never stopped looking at him with his hazel eyes full of a mellow,
relaxed fire and Yuu could almost see his mental movie air in those big irises.
The honey-blond was a different type of charming: a charm made with innocence
and doe-eyes, tender and supple skin that resembled the one of an angel, those
light and soft hair framing his delicate face.
Yuu kept his eyes on the mother of that family, focusing on how she resembled
his own mother at some point, but the raven’s brain was veering more and more
towards the teenager sat in front of him.
Kouyou was too much, for him, to bear…
The teen’s friend passed by during that long dinner, leaving gifts and long
stares at him –Yuu even heard some mumbles between the boys, the shorter and
buffer one snickering at the taller with an shit-eating grin– and finally the
older man started to feel at ease in that home.
The more Yuu ate and drank, the more he felt at peace. “May I tempt you with
some Eggnog?” Ms. Takashima asked him with a chuckle, stretching out a ceramic
mug filled to the brim with something white and foamy.
Yuu blinked a couple of times, watching that beverage and then up to the woman.
“Eggwhat?” he asked and everyone there laughed. “Don’t tell me you never tried
it before! It’s Eggnog!” Kouyou said as if it was the most common thing in the
world.
Yuu sighed with a bashful smile now, taking the warm mug into his palms.
“Sincerely I never tried it before…! Christmas is a little messed up, in my
family” the raven said, before rising the mug to his lips.
A thick, sweet liquid washed all the remnants of that big dinner off his tongue
and as it went down his throat, Yuu felt the familiar burn of liqueur in the
creamy taste.
Some of the white foam clung on Yuu upper lip and as he went to lick it off
almost instinctively, Kouyou watched that tongue with warmth coiling in his
stomach, imagination and reality starting to mix up again.
The dark pearls the man had for eyes shone as if he was a little kid eating
chocolate for the first time. “Mmmh I taste rum…?” he asked, watching Ms.
Takashima clean up one of the young girls’ mouth with a damp cloth. “Yes!
You’re a pretty good connoisseur uh? My husband always spikes it so I thought-”
“Can I try it too?” Kouyou intervened with a hopeful smile.
The woman wore a pouted scowl on her face and her son recoiled immediately.
“You’re still too young, Kou! Try next year, mh?” she then sighed and let the
twins rash in the living room, both aiming at the big, flashy packages under
the tree. “If you want more, it’s in that pitcher– GIRLS NO! Stop it, that’s
not for you!”.
Yuu chuckled, seeing the woman walk up to one of the twins to make her put down
a slim box, and he drank more and more of the Eggnog, appreciating its nutmeggy
aftertaste mixing so well with the warm scent of rum.
He gulped down a good three and a half mugs, his head fogging up deliciously
and his thoughts finally scattering away, but soon he regretted drinking so
much: when he turned towards the boy in front of him, Yuu noticed they were
alone in the kitchen.
And the scene unfolding before him was enhancing even more his tipsiness,
making his head spin.
Kouyou wasn’t looking up at him, his face tenderly focused on the book his
friend gifted him earlier and a pair of thick-rimmed glasses resting on the
straight bridge of his nose.
The kitchen light was creating soft shadows on his tender skin and Yuu found
himself aching to caress his slightly rosy cheek.
He was so beautiful, enchanting even, and Yuu rested all his weight on his
elbows, hunching slightly over the table. “You like reading, uh?” the older
asked with a faint slur in his speech and Kouyou flashed his eyes up on him.
Oh no… He lost himself again!
Kouyou only wanted to read the first page, since Akira didn’t bother to explain
anything to him about that book, but his brain detached from reality so quickly
and–!
Calm down Kouyou, he’s not mad…
The teen wanted to answer, but he saw his mother nowhere to be found and
immediately his mouth dried up. “I… well, yes. It’s good for your mind, I
guess” he muttered with a little smile on his lips.
Yuu nodded, eyes still wandering on the other’s face, finding that not a single
mark was staining his pale, delicate skin of his.
Only the feeble shade of his honey-blond locks of hair danced on his features
every time Kouyou moved his head. “You… liked the Eggnog, I see” the younger
chuckled under his breath, the redness of his cheeks increasing.
Yuu smirked, watching the now empty mug near his wrist. “Delicious… I think I’m
going to drink this for the rest of the winter, if your mother will grace me
with the recipe” the smug smile of his face started to fall for a more intense
look.
How he wanted to lean more on the table, give in again into the fantasy he
cradled every night since he got there.
Like a couple of days prior, in his car.
Yuu craved for Kouyou’s young and plump lips, but at the same time his logic
wanted to stop him from making a big mistake.
The boy was way out of his reach, legally speaking, and his mother was a good
person, he didn’t want to destroy that family… maybe they didn’t even know
Kouyou was swinging that way…? Maybe he had to step down, be only a good
neighbor and teacher– “Mr. Shiroyama?”
Both Yuu and Kouyou froze on the spot and the older turned to see Ms. Takashima
with a tired smile on her lips. “Thank you so much for keeping us company,
really… but I have to take the girls to bed and you probably want to go home
too” she was cradling one of her daughters on one arm, while the other was
yawning, holding her mother’s hand.
Yuu stood up from the table and smiled at the woman, shaking his head. “You
made all that wonderful food, I get to clean up” he spoke as cordially as he
could, trying to not sound too drunk. “Oh you shouldn’t-” “But I want to… Don’t
worry missus, go take your beauty sleep” the raven chuckled.
Kouyou saw his mother weight her choices in her head, then he saw her nod with
a defeated look. “Oh, I’m too tired to fight a nice fella like yourself… but
tomorrow morning I promise you’ll get some nice breakfast from me! Goodnight
Mister, thank you again” she said, before walking up to her son.
Ms. Takashima bowed on him and the teen stood up with a faint smile as his
mother kissed him goodnight on his cheek. “G’night dear… be good and help Mr.
Shiroyama with the cleaning” she whispered.
A couple of minutes later they were alone again and Yuu was starting to take
all the dirty dishes to the sink. “I could do it, you know…” Kouyou uttered,
walking up near him with other dishes and a couple of glasses. “I usually do it
anyway, in the evening, so–” “Listen here…” Yuu stopped his phrase and as he
turned he saw the younger too much near him.
Too close for his tastes. “I couldn’t bring anything like a good host would do…
let me repay all of you for this wonderful Christmas in the only way I know
otherwise… ok, lanky boy?” Yuu’s voice deepened and Kouyou felt a shiver down
his spine.
A good kind of shiver, warm and enveloping.
Kouyou nodded, but helped him out anyway by drying and putting away the dishes,
the silverware, the table cloth… until there was nothing else but a fridge full
of good food and the snow piling up outside.
Yuu rolled down the sleeves of his knitted sweater and took his fluffy leather
jacket near the door “Ok, it should be everything… I’ll go now before we get
snowed in–” “Wait…!” Kouyou breathed.
His trembling hand stretched out to grab the back of his sweater, feeling it so
warm into his cold fingers. “I… have a gift for you…” the younger added and the
man turned, watching the taller with a tired, but confused look. “I’ll go get
it… Just… wait in the kitchen ok?”.
A gift? For him?
Yuu got even more confused when Kouyou left, disappearing on the other side of
the first floor’s hallway.
Jacket wrapped on his forearm, he waited for Kouyou to come back, but his mind
was whisking theories upon theories of what the boy could possibly gift him
while his feet dragged him into the kitchen.
On the other side of the bathroom’s door, Kouyou quickly removed the black
leggings and the furry sweater, watching himself in the mirror: he shrugged
down a shoulder of the thigh-long, light-gray sweater and grinned when he read
the words ‘Merry Christmas you filthy animal’ on the front of it.
Then he bowed to fix both the thigh-high knitted socks he put on and made sure
a good part of his thick thighs were showing, his skin making a good contrast
with the softness of the fabrics.
With that he walked out and strolled down the hallway mouthing words of
encouragements to himself.
You can do it… it’s your bet… you’ll win him…
As Kouyou reached the kitchen, Yuu was looking out the window with a distant,
lone light in his eyes. “Merry Christmas…” he whispered and he saw the raven’s
pupils dilate as soon as they noticed him.
A muffled fwump followed soon after, when the man’s jacket fell on the ground
near his feet.
Yuu watched the boy slowly walk towards him, stopping a couple of feet away.
“Is this a fucking joke?” the man uttered completely out of breath.
If Kouyou before was beautiful, now he was stunning, angelic and sinful at the
same time, his lips lightly pouted and his eyes falling down as his cheekbones
flushed red.
His hands were fidgeting in front of him, barely poking out of the big sleeves
of the sweater. “Nh-nh” he only hummed, shaking his head.
Yuu power-walked up to him, grasping his hips and trapping him between himself
and the wooden table. “You’re fucking with my head, uh? You think it’s funny?”
the raven rumbled, but there was no anger in his voice.
His tone was breathy and low, a slight accent starting to shine through in his
words. “I-I think you’re beautiful” Kouyou spurted out, his trembling hands
starting to move out to grab Yuu’s knitted sweater. “And I really… really…
really…” words started to die inside Kouyou’s throat as the older pressed more
against him.
Suddenly the raven lowered his hands and grabbed Kouyou’s ass, making him
roughly sit on the dinner table. “Ye tay guid at messin' mah feckin' heed” Yuu
growled in the bottom of his lungs as he inched closer.
The kiss they shared was forceful, desperate and full of want: Kouyou’s hands
rose to claw the other’s black, tangled locks and Yuu’s palms never stop
kneading the younger’s supple, naked thighs, feeling the boy’s heels caress his
own calves.
Kouyou could taste the Eggnog and the rum on the other’s tongue as he started
to lap and nip at the taller’s plush lips, deepening that kiss even more.
It was sweet-tasting, it was sticky and messy, Kouyou panting so much he
suddenly feared his mother could hear them.
The younger felt his head going dizzy for the lack of air and he slumped back
on the table, his legs still trembling around the older’s hips. “Merry fucking
Christmas to me…” Yuu mumbled as he hunched over Kouyou, biting at his jawline,
licking his neck and nibbling at his uncovered shoulder, going more and more
down.
Yuu stopped with his head right between Kouyou’s heavenly thighs and slowing
his movements he caressed his leg with a cautious palm, placing a soft, tender
kiss there were the skin was hugged by the fabric.
Then another kiss, and another one again, Yuu’s chiseled lips grazing the
other’s soft skin with the gentleness of a lover, his eyes closed and his brows
lightly furrowed in the focus he was imprinting in each of those effusions.
Kouyou was trembling, his hands creeping down to grab Yuu’s hands in his
quivering fingers, moving his legs so his knees fell on the man’s shoulders.
It was impossible… it was unthinkable but yet there they were, teeth and lips
and tongue tasting his body as if the man was a sommelier, slowly and
methodically reaching for his crotch.
Waves of pounding hotness caressed his whole body and Kouyou’s eyes were almost
rolling inside his skull when the man nipped at the younger’s balls through his
dark-green briefs, his hot breath rising goosebumps all over his lithe skin.
And at the first long lick at his hard, clothed shaft, Kouyou bit his lips and
clenched his legs around Yuu’s head, bolting both his hands up to covers his
whimpering mouth.
Soon after that, he started feeling something hot pooling inside his underwear.
In the haze of the orgasm, Kouyou realized he was still holding onto Yuu’s head
with his legs and he quickly released him… and Yuu was grateful for that, since
Kouyou’s thick thighs were giving him troubles breathing.
“S-Sorry… Sorry- I” “You came just with that…?” the man snickered at the
younger, seeing him starting to tear up.
Kouyou was so embarrassed, how could he come so quickly?
He usually had a lot of stamina, taking forever with his hands, but now…! “I’m…
Sorry I didn’t… Sorry-” Yuu rolled his eyes and placing one hand at each side
of Kouyou’s waist he stood up, reaching for those shaking lips.
He kissed them again, slowly and comforting, backing off only when he heard the
other relax. “It’s fine… Hey, it’s fine…” Yuu whispered, one hand snaking up to
his cheek, cradling it.
They stood motionless for a couple of seconds, forehead against forehead, noses
brushing, then the boy fluttered his eyes open and watched Yuu’s black eyes
shine with the same lonely light of before.
There he was, his Aoi… his lonesome royal… with so many heavy mysteries on his
shoulders the cracks in his bones shimmered through his dark mask.
Kouyou moved his hands and cupped his handsome face, leaning in to kiss his
lips again, before he could slide his arms around his neck into a warm hug.
“Yes… It’s fine…” he whispered near the older’s ear.
The raging hurricane constantly present into Yuu’s head subsided in the
younger’s hold and as his body started to tremble, the man hugged Kouyou back.
Hiding his face in the soft angle between Kouyou’s neck and shoulder, finding
shelter from himself.
***** Chapter 9 *****
Chapter Notes
     Thanks @Aoi_sensei for your amazing work as beta çwç this fic and all
     the others I'm writing are what they are because of you~
See the end of the chapter for more notes
 
     It was a nice, hot evening and as the sun was rolling inside the sea,
     he closed up the shop so he could go home and enjoy some good iced
     tea.

     Yuu smiled melancholic as he watched a couple of kids run past him
     and towards what seemed to be their grandparents: he missed his
     laddie so much, but their lives were starting to patch back up again
     and she was slowly getting better.

     Of course if was hard, dancing on the edge of a breakdown every other
     day, but until he had her, he promised to be strong, to be her
     support.

     Sitting at the driver seat on his pickup, the man took his phone and
     scrolled down some chats, searching for his wife’s. “Coming back home
     now, need something?” he tapped on the screen, seeing the double tics
     turn white then blue, with the little seen warning near them.

     She didn’t write back, but maybe she was cooking so she had her hands
     busy… Nope, it was too early in the afternoon for her to get dinner
     ready…

     Yuu then realized it was Thursday and that was therapy day: maybe she
     was still stuck at their therapist’s office, so she would be home
     slightly before him anyway.

     Well, that meant he was on dinner duty and Yuu licked his lips
     remembering their favorite restaurant was still open and running at
     that time of the day. “Hell yes, sushi night~” the man chirped.

     Writing to his wife again, his lips curved into a softer, enamored
     smile. “Be good with the doc, I’ll buy us some sushi ♥ Love you” Yuu
     then put down the phone on the passenger’s seat and started up his
     car.

     He drove slow and steady around Palm Harbor, watching light-colored
     houses pass near him together with little malls, some McDonalds,
     green and leafy palm trees.

     Yuu loved Florida even if sometimes he missed his old home: it was
     almost as humid as Scotland, but it was deliciously hotter and the
     constant presence of the sun was a cure-all for his mood.

     Then there was the sea, a warm sea bordered with long, white beaches
     and he discovered the pleasures of both surfing and windsurfing.

     The scent of the ocean always played with his hair everywhere he
     went, making them wave and flutter right beneath his nape.

     Carding one hand through them, Yuu thought he should probably cut
     them by the end of the month.

     Having them longer would be a nuisance in his line of work, he was
     already getting too much wood chippings in them as they were in that
     moment.

     And he was still well enveloped on all his little mundane thoughts
     when a yell startled him right after closing his car. “IL MIO
     AMARETTO!” the happy call was coming from a tall, tanned man with
     short brunette hair and bright green eyes.

     He was walking towards him from the other side of the road with a kid
     literally yanking his hand to make him move faster. “Stop calling me
     that way, you friggin’ mafioso!” Yuu answered with a giggle, waving
     at the two with a bright smile on his face.

     That was Sebastiano Costa, his best friend since college: he was
     italo-american of second generation, with both his parents still
     alive and kicking… and cooking as good as hell.

     Yuu still remembered with immense joy the immense barbecues Costa
     Senior made around the Forth of July for both their families!

     And the little boy currently trying to get his attention was the
     other’s son, Leonardo. “How’s going?” the raven asked the taller,
     before he could kneel down and take the kid in his arms, hoisting him
     up. “Good, good! Wifey’s almost done with Alma, you know?” Sebastiano
     spoke with pride. “Nine months literally flew… Leo can’t wait for his
     little sister to come~!” “It’s not true!” the kid yelled. “Zio~ I
     don’t want a sissy!” he then added looking up at Yuu and both men
     laughed.

     Then the cheery moment fell into silence as the taller cleared his
     throat. “And… how are you doing? I mean, with all that… It’s been a
     lot since you guys got to pass some time with us, it’s everything
     alright?” Sebastiano’s green eyes looked down at him with concern and
     Yuu instinctively hugged the kid a little more, feeling its tiny body
     comfort him just a pinch.

     Leonardo looked up at the man holding him, then his father and back
     to Yuu, his face confused for the sudden coldness around them. “Yeah,
     it’s… it’s all fine” Yuu nodded, trying to maintain the smile.

     The Italian knew what the Shiroyamas passed in the last year and both
     him and his wide family supporting them as much as they could… but
     some things were never going to disappear. “I mean, it’s been months
     since the funeral and missus is seeing a therapist. She feels better,
     y’know? She’s even planning something special for Thanksgiving” Yuu
     knelt down again to let go of the eight-year-old, ruffling his blond
     hair.
     Sebastiano smiled softly, almost relieved to hear all of that. “When
     can I see zia? I miss her” the kid whined and Yuu chuckled. “Not
     today, Leo! Maybe next week–” a phone call interrupted his phrase and
     immediately the man in front of him answered with a whispered
     ‘sorry’.

     Silence fell for few seconds, the buzzing of a voice speaking on the
     other side of the conversation, then… “WHAT?? Oh cazzo…! I-I’m
     coming!! Hold on honey!” Sebastiano stuttered, while his son pouted.
     “Papà! You said a bad word!” “Sorry Leo… Mommy’s waters broke…! Yuu I
     have to go, I’ll send you some pictures!”.

     And the raven laughed when he saw the man literally take the kid in
     his arms and sprint away, along the sidewalk. “DON’T PASS OUT AGAIN!”
     Yuu yelled at the other’s back with a smile.

     Things were really starting to get back to normality, uh?

     With his soul cheered up a little, Yuu bought two boxes of take-aways
     and getting back in the car he checked the phone: no texts from her,
     but for a moment he thought he saw the three little dots of her
     typing.

     Mh, no… it was probably his mind playing tricks with him, he thought
     as he drove along the road until he reached a long driveway with lots
     of one-floor, long houses.

     Yuu parked in front of the little garage his cream-colored house had,
     got off the vehicle and sighed as he reached his front porch: Seb was
     a really good friend, Leonardo was Ryo’s best friend and all of them
     were really close… but the Italian really never stopped talking if
     you gave him only a fraction of your attention!

     The man entered his home while holding the boxes against his chest,
     pushing the door with his foot. “Hennie I’m home! Sorry I’m late,
     bumped into Seb and Leo earlier…!” he announced himself, hearing only
     silence answer back to him.

     Yuu frowned, looking down at his wrist watch: almost eight and a half
     in the evening, she should’ve been at home by now.

     Shrugging, he toed his shoes off his feet and walked through the
     living room towards the dinette, resting their food on the short wall
     between the two rooms.

     His eyes then moved in the kitchen, seeing one particular drawer
     missing and leaving a rectangular hole in the counter he himself made
     from scratch.

     The drawer was on the ground and silverware was scattered everywhere
     on the terracotta tiles, together with a broken padlock he remembered
     too well.

     Yuu felt his blood pressure rise suddenly and his hands tingled.
     “Hachi!?” he immediately called, turning his back to the kitchen and
     starting to trot inside their house.

     Their bedroom was empty.

     And also it was the main bathroom.

     Reaching Ryo’s bedroom, a raspy breath was weighting the air, mixed
     up from time to time with sobs and soft wails.

     “I couldn’t stop…!”
     “I couldn’t stop… I’m sorry… I couldn’t stop…”

     Blood was pooling in the corner of the room, right behind the little
     white dresser, and the shine of a long blade caught his eyes.

     Arms full of scratches, both new and old, were trembling while rising
     towards him, fingers and palms completely covered in blood.

     “It was my fault… it’s my fault… I’m sorry…!”

     Naked thighs severed and trembling, cuts so deep Yuu could almost see
     her bones peeking through the oozing blood.

     So much blood… too much blood.

     And her big, chocolate eyes watched him while drowning in tears and
     panic. “I… couldn’t stop… Yuu…! I… Don’t be mad… please!”.

     Yuu ran to her, stretched out his hand…
 
And his whole body twitched him awake, jumping on the mattress with a jerk.
His skin was covered in cold sweat, goosebumps rising in waves as he heaved
breathlessly.
Yuu felt his chest tighten, as tight were his fists on the blankets and his
brain was screaming into his ears, deafening him with both memories and blood
pressure.
He couldn’t breathe… He needed to get up, his legs were tingling…!
Clambering out of bed, the man walked inside the bathroom with unsteady feet,
gripping the sides of the sink so much he hoped it would collapse under his
fingers.
Instead his knuckles went white and his arms quivered, but nothing more
happened than that. “One… two… three… four… five…” he started to count while
inhaling, eyes painfully looking at himself in the mirror.
     The blood was already cold on the floor and her skin lukewarm as he
     tried to stop the red flow.
A spasm in his mind made him twinge in agony, as he held in the breath, teeth
clacking against each other.
     The smell of blood was salty and nauseating, gripping at his throat
     while he tried to hold tight the reins of his mind.
      “I tried… I tried to… I want him back, it’s all my fault! I’m
     sorry!!”
He needed air… fresh air, cold air, anything but the closure of fucking walls,
pressing on him so much it was driving him insane!
Like a madman he scuttled out of the bathroom, hitting walls and door jambs
with his shoulders, but he didn’t stop until he grabbed his jacket and swung
the back door open, scrambling in the snow still barefooted, his lungs filling
with the chilly air of the night.
The frost bit at his body like a rabid wolf, sinking inside his muscles and Yuu
let out a strangled yelp as his legs gave in to the coldness and the panic.
He fell onto his knees, curling up on the snowy meadow between his new house
and the pine forest behind it.
The physical pain always managed to bring him back from his torturous mind, but
it wasn’t enough tonight, it wasn’t able to take him back to reality, to the
present day.
“One… two… three… five… eight…”
“One… t-two… three… fo-our…”
He tried to do as the therapist said to him last time they saw each other, he
tried to count his breaths, to focus on positive feelings and on things around
him… but it was all bullshit.
     “You loved him so much… I’m sorry…! It was all my fault!”
      Weak sobs and sniffles mixed up with the professional voice of the
     nine-one-one operator telling him to calm down, that an ambulance was
     on their way.
      It never arrived in time.
Enaw…
Please enaw…
The pressure in his entire body bubbled up in his tired lungs, his throat
clenching and pulsating and Yuu tilted the head back, lips stretched and teeth
bared.
***** “AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!” *****
A scream shattered the still night, choked in the back of the throat and to
inattentive ears it could be easily mistaken for the sound of a wounded animal.
Hot, thick tears grouped at the corner of his eyes, rolling down his cheeks and
hitting the thin fabric of the shirt he was wearing underneath the open jacket.
Then another one came seconds later, an exhausted and gruff one as Yuu closed
up into a trembling ball, his hands clawing his sides.
His chest hurt so much, compressed by all of his contracted muscles, and to him
it felt like all of his tendons gripped around his fast-beating heart.
Ah want tae die… lit me die… Please lit me die!
Hours passed, the dark sky lost all of his stars one at the time and the far-
away horizon began to change its colors… and Yuu still was in the twinkling
snow, his whole body shaking and his breath his only source of heat.
His feet, his legs, his arms and hands felt numb for the freezing cold, but he
was still back in Florida with the stench of blood and the weight of a slumped
body in his arms.
Yuu didn’t even noticed the muffled sounds of big steps and a long rosy muzzle
chuff white clouds right above his head.
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Kouyou was still floating in the wonderful dream he was doing when the tired
voice of his mother called him. "Hellion jumped over the fence again… I swear
I'll build a damn wall around the stables" she muttered while dressing up one
of the teen's sisters in a pair of thick leggings.
Kouyou huffed, sinking his face in the pillow and a sudden whiff made his whole
body warmer.
Aoi's scent was still trapped inside his hair from the night before and
inhaling it served to calm the boy down to a mush. "Ok ok I'll go... But I'll
pass the shovel for today!" he said while getting off the bed, a soft smile on
his face.
Every movement he made remembered him the magnificent kiss they shared, the
raven's teeth nibbling at his skin, his hands groping and kneading his thighs…
He had to tell everything to his friends as soon as possible!
Then Kouyou finished to put on the warmest clothes from his closet, he walked
out of his home like he was walking on clouds, his lips still stretched into a
seraphic expression.
Ahh how he wished for even more…! He knew it was greedy to ask for more, but
coming too early with the man of his dreams wasn't in his bucket list for sure…
He wanted a real moment only for them, without parents nearby that could hear
them, be alone with the man and take all the time in the world to enjoy what he
could give him… and try his best to give back.
Sighing like an enamored girl, the teen walked around the stables and watched
the meadow behind them completely covered in snow.
It was still so early in the morning, the sun barely poking out of the horizon,
but the frost was already glistening like a beach made of glass and Kouyou’s
hazel eyes watched how the clouds opened to reveal a pinkish sky above his
head.
Winter mornings were wonderful, silent and relaxed, the crib of every of his
most beautiful reveries.
But looking around, Kouyou’s mind landed back on Earth as he saw the holes of
Hellion's hooves in the pristine blanket of snow: following them with his shiny
pupils, he saw the horse’s head and neck sticking out of the thick, white
layer.
Was she laying on the ground?
Horses sat or laid down for a multitude of reasons, of course, but the only
time Kouyou saw Hellion do it was because of illness. "Helly! What's wrong
baby?" the boy immediately called, starting to run with difficulty through the
snow, rising his feet as much as he could.
The more he approached the animal, the more Kouyou felt something pinch at the
back of his nape.
It was the coldness wetting his trousers?
Or it was the breathless wheezing shaking the air around his horse?
Hellion was on her side, her big belly pressing against a black form in the
snow, and while her legs were folded underneath herself, her long, rosy muzzle
nudged the man curled up on the ground before chuffing big white clouds at her
owner.
Kouyou’s eyes enlarged as he recognized the trembling bundle, seeing the same
hands that caressed him closed up in quivering, reddened fists.
His face was tensed, jaw vibrating and teeth clacking against each other behind
his stretched, blueish lips.
Kouyou felt his heart clench when a pair of black, beady eyes shot up at him
like a pair of bullets.
Right through him.
Chapter End Notes
     Some translations!
     Il mio amaretto! = My amaretto!
     'Amaretto' is a typical Italian_cookie.
     It's made with almonds and its taste is on the bitter side, so Yuu's
     friend is calling him that for both the cynical character of the
     raven and the fact that he has heavy japanese traits (almond eyes and
     really pale).
     Basically he's calling him the japanese version of "MAH NIGGAH!" xD
     Mafioso = You all should know what that means xD
     Zio and zia = uncle and aunt -closest family friends are usually
     called uncles and aunts. So if my best friend has a son/daughter, he/
     she would call me aunt-
     Oh cazzo...! = basically 'oh fuck...!' in this case
     Papà = Dad
***** Chapter 10 *****
                                        
After the few seconds of confusion, Kouyou moved and knelt down near Yuu, his
hands undecided on what to do.
The only time that something like that happened, he was with his older brother
and both were way younger: he needed to take his Aoi into the nearest sheltered
place -his house, for example- and try to warm him up in some ways…!
He was still awake, his eyes following every move of the boy, but his body was
slowly starting to stop shivering.
Bad sign.
Kouyou gulped, feeling his mouth dry for the nervousness, then as he lowered
his hands to try and hoist him up, Yuu groaned in pain. “D-Don’t…” he heaved,
eyes finally closing shut. “Lem-me… here” “No way, sir…! Hold on to me” Kouyou
shut him up with a hurried and worried tone.
Then the taller passed an arm around and behind Yuu’s back, getting him on his
knees with a lot of difficulties.
The raven’s body was stiffened and contract, but as soon as he gripped to
Kouyou’s warm figure, Yuu started to feel back again.
He could pinpoint every single sensation of his exhausted body, from the sharp
frostbites to the burning skin on his hands, but the flashbacks were gone,
swept away by the coldness piled up in his brain, and for that the man was
grateful.
Kouyou felt his heart heavier instead, as he saw the older stumble on his own
feet because of his frozen muscles: it was like a fallen soldier, still
fighting for his life even in those painful conditions.
Once inside Yuu’s house, Kouyou felt the air stale and cold, less cold than
outside of course, but the boy asked himself if the man was living without a
heating system.
They slowly walked past the kitchen, but as soon as they reached the hallway,
the raven leaned on one side and slided off Kouyou’s shoulder, hitting one of
the long, narrow walls.
The other was so heavy that the only thing the boy managed to do was helping
him sit down on the boarded floor, watching him start to shiver violently with
his back propped up against the peeling paint.
Yuu’s arms crossed on his chest as he tried to curl up in a ball again,
instinct asking him to keep his organs as warm as possible, but Kouyou took
both his forearms in his hands, kneeling in front of him. “I-I’m sorry…!” the
younger muttered as he started to remove the jacket from his body, the fluff
inside it completely soaked.
When the honey-blond straightened one of the other’s arm, a low wail came out
of Yuu’s throat, pain radiating from his junctures at every movement. “I’m
sorry… I have to do it” Kouyou whispered, letting the jacket fall near his
knee.
Then he moved his long fingers to remove the wet and stiffened t-shirt off
Yuu’s torso, then tried to not fantasize on his wonderful chest as his hands
ran down to slide the other’s sweatpants off his hips.
And Kouyou damned his own mouth, feeling it water when he noticed the raven’s
black trunks and his thick, nervous legs covered in goosebumps.
Stop wishing, it’s not the right time now!
The teen quickly covered Yuu’s shoulder with his own dry and warmed-up coat and
rose its hood over the man’s head. “I’m… I’m gonna search for some blankets…
Try to stay awake, don’t sleep” Kouyou spoke while the man grabbed part of the
cloak to wrap himself more in it.
The soft, hissing sound of Yuu’s shallow breaths between his teeth was filling
the otherwise silent house and when Kouyou tried to rise on his feet, the raven
shot one cold hand to stop him, tightening around his wrist. “S-Stay” he
rumbled, eyes hooded by the drowsiness he was feeling.
If he saw the rest of his new home, probably the boy would cut ties with him as
soon as possible… and Yuu didn’t want that, not when he needed him nearer,
nearer.
Kouyou watched the older tremble, his face fighting between seriousness and
panic. “I… You could worsen if I don’t warm you up…!!” the younger was
frustrated and afraid, his heart beating fast inside his flat chest, but Yuu
only shook his head, his damp hair clinging to his skin.
Stay here, he was saying to him, don’t go…
The honey-blond sighed, before he gently freed himself from that iron clutch.
“Listen… I’ll just run to take some blankets… I’ll be as fast as I can” hazel
eyes drowned inside dark, shiny ones. “I promise… just tell me were’s your
bedroom”.
Kouyou smiled softly, encouraging, as if he was talking to a small child since
he felt the man’s mind was in the same confused state of a frightened kid.
Wanting him there despite his conditions, not being alone… it was something
that made Kouyou even more curious of what happened.
And that smile was the thing that made Yuu’s heart melt, his souls and his cold
body begging him for any kind of warmth. “Down… the hallway… door on the left…”
his slurred voice spoke slowly and Kouyou nodded to him, sprinting away,
running deeper inside the house.
The taller forced himself to not look around, to not notice all the closed
doors around himself or to stop the quick glance at the bare living room on his
right: he bolted for the bedroom and once there, he opened what looked like a
closet.
Inside it there were a bunch of clothes, some closed-up boxes and few
bedsheets, but no comforters were found and Kouyou started to panic even more.
The only solution now was snatching the duvet from the mattress and swiftly
going back to the man.
Yuu was still there, still trembling, still awake, but now laying on the floor
with his hands clutched to the coat.
Kouyou tensed up as he started enveloping the man with the thick blanket,
leaving a stray caress on his face as he brushed away from his cheekbone one
curly lock of hair.
He’s going to be ok… he’s going to be ok.
The boy then scrambled inside the kitchen and searched in every cupboard for
some tea, broth or some heat pack that he could use… but even after opening
every single hinged door, Kouyou saw there was only basic canned food and dried
meat.
How could he live like that? Didn’t he have money for real groceries?
If he didn’t warm up, he was going to get into serious trouble… his Aoi was
going to suffer, be sent to the nearest city’s hospital…!
He could lose him for good…!
“…Goddamn…!” Kouyou hissed as he turned to the man, kneeling down again so he
was straddling the raven’s hips over his half-curled up position.
Taking the duvet in his hands, he wrapped it better behind his back and over
his head, before the honey-blond could threw his arms around Yuu’s neck,
squeezing him against his body.
He was going to be his source of warmth, since desperate times called for
desperate measures… and Kouyou was desperately fallen for the man.
Also, the thought of being so close to him was setting Kouyou aflame,
transforming him in the perfect human heater. “Fucking scare the living shit
out of people… good teacher you are…” the boy whispered in the raven’s ear.
Even if his words were hard, the taller’s voice was trembling and choked up in
the back of his throat, tensing up every time he tried to speak, never managing
to ask what happened, why he was outside in the freezing cold with just a pair
of sweatpants and a t-shirt.
Yuu closed his eyes, biting hard in the inner part of his cheeks, and rising
one arm he just circled Kouyou’s narrow hips with his entire forearm, squeezing
him closer.
Inhaling deeply, the raven discovered that the boy was smelling like a bouquet
of wildflowers, a soft scent that managed to calm him down. “S-sorry… Didn't...
want to...” Yuu groaned absentmindedly, eyes rolling inside his skull.
He was so tired and Kouyou’s warm body was starting to ease the tension of his
aching muscles.
Yuu lowered both his legs, relaxing them on the ground and the honey-blond
rolled on his side, both his hands starting to brush and massage the surface of
the duvet in a little attempt of creating some friction and heat.
As soon as silence fell between them, Kouyou backed off few inches to watch the
man’s face for the very first time so up-close, noticing little frozen glimmers
at the corner of his eyes.
Were those… tears? “And made me and Helly worry a lot...” Kouyou muttered while
his hand rose to tenderly brush away those foggy diamonds with the pad of his
thumb.
At that motion, other tears started to stream down and Yuu tried to hide his
face, to preserve at least an ounce of pride. “Stop…” he whined with his growly
voice and Kouyou rose both his eyebrows, without stilling his comforting hands.
“Stop what?” “Stop… being so kind…” the hiccuped phrase coming from Yuu
transformed the younger’s heart into a closed fist.
Heavy and hot, a ball of melted iron pulsating in his ribcage.
Forcing another calm smile, Kouyou shifted his arms so he could cup the other’s
distraught face in his palms.
He was still so cold, a bundle of shivers… “Why should I stop?” the boy asked
and Yuu watched him back with a strange expression.
Are you fucking idiot? his features were yelling back at him. “I… don’t
deserve…” words died in his throat as another sob choked him up and Kouyou held
him more in that life-saving embrace.
So much questions were fluttering inside the younger’s mind, but the only thing
the honey-blond made was shift slowly against him, trapping him between the
duvet and his own body.
He didn’t know what happened, why the other was still trembling even if his
temperature was rising back to normal, but the younger felt the need to say
something to him.
So Kouyou searched for his face and left one soft, single kiss between the
other’s arched brows. “You are worth every bit of kindness” he breathed near
his skin.
And there, the bubble of strain around Yuu broke down in million pieces and for
a moment he wanted to believe those words were true.
He wanted to be himself again, to live again, to walk away from the edge of the
abyss he was staring into…
Yuu didn’t move when Kouyou approached his face again and his eyes closed tight
to stop the tears from flowing when he felt the press of a pair of soft, warm
lips.
It wasn’t a hungry kiss, a passionate one that would lead to the bed and a
delicious amount of hours rolling on it.
No, the kiss Kouyou shared with him tasted like the salt of the sea he missed
so much.
Like the sun he learned to despise.
Like a long lost, but never forgotten love.
The raven moved his legs with a twitch, searching Kouyou’s while both his arms
wrapped around the taller’s waist into a crushing hold.
Yuu wanted to feel more of Kou’s bright soul shine away his darkness, he wanted
to be purified of every pain he was feeling, but part of his mind was screaming
at him.
**** YOU’RE GOING TO STAIN HIM ****
**** YOU’RE GOING TO CORRUPT HIM ****
**** HE WILL BREAK LIKE HER ****
“Everything will be alright…” “N-No it... it won’t…” Kouyou sighed on the
raven’s lips and Yuu sobbed softly a couple of times in response before
searching his lips again as if they would help him breathe.
It was the first time, for the teen, to feel so much sadness and love at the
same time, watching a grown man behave like that… the raven was almost
shattering at every hiccups and the younger recomposed him every time like a
puzzle.
The honey-blond continued to kiss him as gently and slowly as possible,
comforting him with every gesture he could, and Yuu fell asleep on his
hallway’s wooden floor, completely drained from every energy.
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One hour later, Kouyou managed to sneak away from the hold of the sleeping man,
feeling every one of his own muscles as if he was covered in concrete.
It was like he ran a marathon during a heartbreak, his body tired and his soul
made of lead, but his determination kicked it as soon as he put one foot on the
snowy ground: he had to take care of the man.
Aoi was completely alone, he could die and no one would care or notice… well,
beside him, at least.
Kouyou ran outside the old house, seeing Hellion up on her hooves and her
muzzle pointed towards her owner. “Thank you Helly… I’ll feed you apples for
the rest of your life…!” Kouyou whispered to her as he hugged her big, solid
neck, then he moved as quickly as he could.
The boy took the horse back to the stables, then sneaked back home hoping both
his mom and his sisters would be away.
He was hoping wrong. “You took so long, everything’s ok?” his mother’s voice
asked as she saw him walk up the stairs.
The honey-blond stopped with his foot midair and turning to watch her as he
made an unsure smile. “Uhhh yeah, Helly was just a little more stubborn and
didn’t want to move away from the snow…!” he lied with a nervous chuckle.
Then he moved and started to climb the stairs again. “Mom, I forgot to tell
you… uhm… me and the guys are going on a little trip today, so I’m going out
now” he said, walking briskly towards his room.
He wasn’t good at lying with his face, his grin always popping up and giving
him away, so talking away from his mother made the job easier.
In a hurry, Kouyou took his backpack and capsized it on the bed, emptying it on
his duvet before he would run to his closet: his long fingers snatched blanket
after blanket, rolling them up as tight as possible before shoving them in his
backpack. “You could say it before! I thought you could take the girls to Ms.
Tanabe for their piano lessons–” “Uhm… I-I can’t, sorry! I promise I’ll do it
next time, but now… Well, Aki’s waiting!” Kouyou shouted as he moved left and
right in his room, grabbing a couple of socks, one of his furry sweaters,
mittens… everything that he could think of, really.
And when he managed to barely close the backpack, he ran downstairs again.
“Wow, you guys are planning to take over the Mt. Everest?” his mother chuckled,
seeing his son so weighted.
Kouyou laughed back, this time sincerely. “Well, yeah, almost…!” he replied as
he took some 5-mins chocolate with him from the cupboards.
The boy then ran outside towards the main road with a cheerful greeting from
his mother and he waited to hear the door close, before he could change
direction and bolt in the snow.
Yuu was still knocked out on the floor, but his shoulders were still trembling
and his chest heaved air in and out of his lungs, so he was still alive. “Holy
shit, thanks…!” Kouyou breathed, starting to take out a couple more of blankets
to cover the man.
Then, he took a folded comforter and with all the gentleness he possessed, the
younger held up Yuu’s head so he could but the blanket underneath it as a
pillow.
And he stopped, noticing more and more little details in his now relaxed face:
a little scar near his bottom lip, a couple more on the other side, above the
eyebrow.
His shiny-black, long eyelashes sinking in the dark circles underneath his
closed eyes.
The gray shadow of some 5-o’clock starting to form around his jaw.
The silver pendant still around his neck, cradled in the hollows of his
clavicles. “What happened to you…” Kouyou whispered on his knees, moving one
hand to caress the other’s head, like he would do to a wounded dog.
He needed to know… he wanted to help him, because his heart would never forgive
him otherwise.
***** Chapter 11 *****
Chapter Summary
     A new character pops into the scene, someone that the students call
     'The Vampire'...!
Chapter Notes
See the end of the chapter for notes
The first thing Yuu woke up to was the sweet smell of chocolate.
It wasn't near, but it was surely prominent and completely different from the
smell of old wood he was used to.
Then he noticed that yes, he was still on the floor of the hallway, but a new
and odd softness was surrounding him.
Calling up all the strength he had, Yuu pushed against the ground with a
forearm and rose from it: blankets he never saw were enveloping his tired body
and one was curled up underneath his head like a makeshift pillow…
And each and every one of them was doused in a delicate perfume of wild
flowers.
The man stood up until he sat against the wall and his now awake mind started
to analyze his current conditions.
His body was weak, tired, painful as if he just returned from a 15-hours shift
from the shop, but his mind was completely emptied.
Drained from every emotion, wrapped up in the artificial, cottony calm of
drugs.
"They kicked in, at last… A lil bit too late tho" he thought as his eyes
noticed the lights turned on in the kitchen.
Tilting his torso on one side, Yuu watched while a long shadow was making
little movements just outside the cone of his vision, behind the door jamb.
The raven was slightly surprised, though, when Kouyou appeared moments after, a
black mug in his hands. "Hey, you're awake" the boy greeted him and Yuu nodded
faintly. "I… I made this, it should help with the warming…" Kouyou continued to
talk with his soft, deep voice and the man continued to watch him get more and
more flustered. "How are you feeling? Can you stand up?" the taller added in
the silence of the other's stare.
Yuu's brain was twitching, undecided between a cynical response or a more
sincere one, but as soon as his cold fingers wrapped around the mug, his heart
managed to swell behind his now restored walls. "Here's fine for now" his voice
croaked.
Something started to nag him, a thought that was annoying like a mosquito
inside his head. "Why are you still-" "Why shouldn't I?" Kouyou immediately
answered back in an uncharacteristic coldness. "I don't know what happened to
you…" Kouyou knelt down to watch Yuu in his dark, glistening eyes. "But you
should stop pushing away the few people that seems to care… I might be
seventeen, but I'm not dumb" those words sank deeply inside the man's heart and
the only thing he could do was lower his eyes and tighten the hold on the mug.
Being scolded by a kid…
To escape the embarrassing moment, Yuu motioned his hands and took a sip from
the mug: the chocolate in it wasn't hot enough for him to hurt himself, but its
warmth was just right to give him a pleasant sting on the tongue and down his
throat
And it was fucking delicious.
As he started to drink it voraciously, Kouyou relaxed his features into a
smile.
Seeing the raven react so well was reassuring, really, and sitting on his own
heels Kou waited in silence.
Waited for the man to empty the mug in six long gulps, waited for him to exhale
breathlessly once finished and waited for him to put the mug on the floor near
his side. "You should be proud of yourself" Yuu said with a softer tone in his
voice and Kouyou blushed a little more, gripping the fabric of his trousers.
In that movement, a single lock of honey-blond hair swung delicately on
Kouyou’s cheek and watching its soft strands caress the younger’s skin, Yuu
felt his heart churn and pulse. "Being a fucking angel in this shitty world
must be difficult…" and with that, the raven rose one hand, catching that stray
lock to curl it behind Kouyou’s ear.
Calloused fingers brushed his jaw before they would find their place behind the
taller’s nape and the taller closed his eyes to hide away from Yuu’s dark
irises. “Comere…” the man whispered.
Kouyou answered his call instinctively, crawling until he was straddling Yuu
again, his thick and strong arms gripping at his own lanky body with force.
There was want in that hold, but not a sexual one: Kouyou felt the desire of
human contact in their embrace, a wish for emotional warmth and calmness. “What
happened…?” the younger asked and Yuu only sighed against his throat, face
pressing in the little nook between neck and shoulder. “Don’t ask…” the older
muttered. “It’s… chronic”.
Kouyou hunched a little more on him, pressing in that hug. "If you… If happens
again, don't kamikaze yourself with hypothermia, ok?" the younger spoke
tenderly, his hands moving along the raven's shoulders. "If you need to talk… I
can listen-" "You're too young for this kind of weight" Yuu stopped his words,
tightening his hold on the boy’s ribs. "But I'll think about it…“.
Silence fell between them again, a more relaxed lull that helped both to regain
a little of normality: Kouyou was still scared, deep inside, but the steady,
hot breath of the man against his collarbones was calming him down.
“I’m here with you… please don’t be sad…” he was thinking to himself, carding
his fingers through the mass of black, disheveled hair.
And Yuu felt his drugs drown everything into a dull state… but a little, warm
spark was still surviving, pumping into his bloodstream at every beat of his
tired heart.
”Thanks… Kouyou"
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Days passed.
New Year’s Eve came and disappeared with Kouyou worried about Yuu: the man
closed himself up in his home and didn’t dare to come out if not for grocery
shop once a week.
To Kouyou it seemed to sigh at least once an hour, staying up late to check out
his neighbor’s house in case something happened, but the boy ended up seeing
his bedroom lights flicker on in the middle of the night, sometimes.
Yuu still didn’t tell him anything about what Kouyou theorized was a panic
attack of some sort and talking about it with Akira, his blonder friend agreed
with him. “But Shima… he’s not a wounded dog…” Akira said to him via Skype. “So
don’t try to adopt him and fix up every one of his problems…! I don’t wanna see
you cry if somethings goes wrong, ok?”.
Of course Kouyou didn’t want to cry!
But… Yuu really was wounded, at least emotionally… and remembering the way his
words got choked inside his tears as the raven held on him, it made the boy
wish to help him out.
So three weeks passed like that, with Kou falling asleep near the window every
night like a dutiful look-out… and the first moment the honey-blond saw the
raven in person again, was at school.
The honey-blond wanted to be the first to enter the laboratory, seeing his Aoi
walking around all busy and professional, piling up some wood on the teacher
desk and writing on the white board.
Their woodworking lessons proceeded as if nothing happened, like that horrible
early morning was just a nightmare, but Kouyou noticed little, new movements
coming from the man that his friends didn’t.
A subtle brush of fingers every time the raven placed different kinds of wood
near his hand.
One quick, knowing glance of black eyes inside hazel ones.
The slight hitch in Yuu’s breath every time he walked past him.
All signs that drawn Kouyou in, transforming his crush into something more
real.
Takanori noticed the shiny look of his taller friend and just sighed, hitting
the other’s knee with his foot under the table. “Stop staring at him so much,
it’s fucking giving you away” the shorter muttered, making Kouyou blush
violently. “S-Sorry…” was the quiet answer that came from his lips.
With a shook of his head, Takanori smirked a little. “Don’t say sorry to me,
say sorry to your ass: if you get caught, both of you would get into trouble,
y’know… But he’s fucking handsome, I understand you” the smaller just
snickered, hunching over when Akira swatted his shoulder with a fake offended
expression.
The laughs of the little group of friends subsided when a pair of black irises
shot a glare in their direction. “If Suzuki and company will allow the rest of
us, we’d like to continue the lesson” Yuu said with a sarcastic side-smirk
forming on his lips.
Kouyou blushed hard, slowly sinking beneath the workbench, but his heart didn’t
stop thumping hard in his chest.
“Good… now, when you use the rotary tool, you have to hold it at a certain
angl–” Knock-knock-knock!
Three little sounds interrupted what Yuu was saying to the class and the man
rolled his eyes with a slight annoyed look on his face. “What now…? Can we
fucking start to carve some shitty wood??” he hissed.
Then Yuu walked up to the door of the laboratory, opening it with a swing: on
the other side there was a tall, slender man with long, curly, chestnut hair
flowing around his delicate yet masculine face.
With a flashy smile, he made a little bowing motion, opening his arms with a
flutter of large, white sleeves. “Bonjour~! Mr. Roberts–?” the man asked and
Yuu cocked an eyebrow, his arms automatically crossing on his chest.
Who the fuck was that guy? “Mr. Robinson isn’t here anymore. I’m the
substitute” Yuu answered quite immediately, one eyebrow rising while watching
the flamboyant man hold his own chest dramatically. “Ah! Pardonne moi, I forgot
he went on a very deserved vacation…! Well, I might as well ask to you anyway,
Mr…?”.
The chestnut-haired man inclined his head with the same, happy smile, but the
raven didn’t flinch nor said his name to him. “What can I help you with?” Yuu
asked back with a sharp tone, on the defensive and each and every student in
the lab tilted towards the door to look who was giving them free time.
Some groaned, others rolled their eyes with a chuckle.
Everyone in the class knew who the man was: Mr. Yuji Kamijo was their French
teacher, a very eccentric man that lived in their town for a couple of years
now.
It sure was a strange and very chatty man, but seemed a good person.
Single and children-lover, at that!
A lot of mothers wanted to talk with him alone when parent-teacher meetings
came, for many and good reasons.
But even if a lot of them thought Mr. Kamijo was an annoying -but harmless-
person, Kouyou noticed how Yuu’s hands clenched in tight fists around the
fabric of his turtleneck, hidden by his arms.
Why was he acting like that? “Can I speak with one of your students? I’ll
snatch him really quick, I promise~” “Who and why” Yuu interrupted him again,
hard and cold as a stone.
Mr. Kamijo stood there in silence, taken aback from the harsh response, but
managed to regain his usual, charming smile. “If you could let young Takashima
out for just ten minutes–” “I don’t see why I should let him or anyone here
skip my lesson” Yuu answered back, unmovable.
Yuji tried again, trying to at least step inside the classroom, his voice now
speaking with less volume.
His bright, icy eyes sinking inside the raven’s soul like daggers. “You see,
monsieur, Kouyou isn’t good with his tongue as much as he his with his hands,
so…” that phrase made Yuu’s breath hitch, not in a positive way.
Was he detecting a languid tone in the other man’s voice? “If you would let him
outside for me to discuss some ways to make his grades improve–” “I can assure
you Takashima is good enough with both for him to finish my lesson and talk to
you later”.
Silence fell between the two, sparks of pure electricity traveling between
light and dark irises, Yuu puffing out his chest to fight the height difference
with the other, like a cat blowing up its fur in front of a dog.
For a moment, the students were thinking the two were going to break down into
a brawl, but soon after Yuji chuckled, shaking his head.
Defeated at his own game, Mr. Kamijo backed off with his smile watered down,
his light eyes watching Yuu from head to toe for the very first time.
“D’accord, alors… I’ll wait a little longer, I’m sorry if I interrupted your
precious lesson” with a smirk, Yuji hugged his sides with a flirtatious look
into his eyes, hand softly graze his chin. “And… did we meet already, before?”.
Yuu, this time, stretched his lips into a large smile, but his eyes didn’t
shine nor his expression showed any kind of happiness.
That was the ‘smile’ of a wolf baring his teeth before sinking them inside your
neck.
And his voice, Kouyou never heard his tone so grave and cheerfully deadly.
“Never saw your face in all my fucking life”.
BANG, the door slammed shut and Yuu turned to walk back to the desk, pressing
his hips against it. “Where were we?” he asked as if nothing happened, his
voice returned neutral and professional.
Kouyou swore, though, he saw his hands shake when he took the rotary tool
between his fingers, showing them all how to use it to make little and precise
carvings into the wood.
The honey-blond promised himself to ask the man about it, as soon as he could.
Chapter End Notes
     Some french translation for all of you!
     Bonjour = Good morning
     Pardonne moi = I'm sorry (Technically 'forgive me' but this case is
     more of a 'sorry')
     Monsieur = Mister
     D'accord, alors = Ok then
***** Chapter 12 *****
Chapter Notes
     For_future_references
      
     You're welcome ;3
When the lesson finished, Kouyou stood up with all of his friends and followed
his classmates towards the door.
Yuu was keeping it open with one hand, while the other was well gripped around
his phone, all busy tapping something on it.
His tremors vanished long time ago during the lesson, but Kouyou couldn’t stop
his curiosity: when he paced slowly behind Akira’s back, he tilted more on one
foot and moved one hand to hook part of the raven’s black shirt with a finger.
He was the last in the line of students, so no one saw the teacher bolt his
face up to watch at the honey-blond, nor they saw Kouyou angle his head like a
silent question.
Yuu seemed to catch up and as he put his cellphone away he brushed Kouyou’s
hand with his fingers, before following the string of students out of the
classroom.
The taller wanted to go after him, but one hand wrapped around his elbow and
stopped him on his tracks. “Kouyou, mon cher~!” a light laugh came from behind
him. “Finally, that new teacher is a meanie, mh?” Mr. Kamijo chirped right next
to him, his bright smile plastered on his thin lips.
With his eyes still glued on Yuu’s back, the younger tried to smile back: the
raven was walking towards the school's parking lot, probably going straight
home, damn it! “Yeah, he… he’s a little rough around the edges…” Kouyou
whispered, before giving full attention to the slender teacher.
The man was taller than him, even if of few inches and that always made him
feel… vulnerable.
After all, Kouyou was the tallest of his classmates, he wasn’t accustomed to
being watched from above. “But he’s a good teacher” the honey-blond then
cleared his voice, knowing perfectly that his cheeks were turning a faint shade
of pink. “Did you… want to speak to me, Mr. Kamijo?” “Yes, mon cher, it’s about
your grades” Yuji put on a contrite expression, biting his rosy lips with just
the tip of one of his canines.
All the students called him ‘The Vampire’ for more than one motive, one of
those was his bright, but rather sharp denture… the other was his undying
beauty, of course. “I graded your last test and I’m sorry to say it didn’t go
well… like, at all, garçon” Kamijo exhaled deeply and Kouyou sank his head
between his shoulders.
He was never good with French, it was a language that never clicked with him.
“A grade like that could wreck your report card and it would be a pity, because
I see how much effort you’re trying to put in it” Mr. Kamijo smiled again, more
softly.
The man's hand was still clutched around his elbow, long fingers starting to…
pet him. “So hear me out on this, mon cher… Next spring I’ll have to accompany
the first three grades on a field trip… but since dear Mr. Robertson-” “I-It’s…
Robinson, Mr. Kamijo” “Oui-oui-oui, don’t interrupt me…!” the chestnut-haired
man tsked. “Since your woodworking teacher is away and I don’t think the new
one likes me… I’ll be all alone with a bunch of kids in a couple of months…”.
Yuji approached more the boy, smiling at him with light eyes scouting around
his body before going back again into the younger’s hazel irises. “So I
thought… if you’ll come with me, I might rise your grades just a little bit,
the necessary to not fail you completely, of course” Mr. Kamijo saw the boy
shrivel back, embarrassed.
“Awww… he’s so cute… I'll eat him like a candy~”
Mr. Kamijo chuckled, shaking his head. “You’ll just have to follow me and be my
other couple of eyes, nothing more…! Also, you have two sisters in First grade,
right?” Kouyou nodded to the teacher.
The man hummed, moving his weight from one foot to the other, leaning towards
the boy. “It will be like babysitting them and a bunch of their friends… I
promise it will be all fun and giggles! And you’ll be back home by evening with
a C on your next school report…” Kouyou widened his eyes in hearing that.
C in French was everything he ever wished for in the past months!
Sure it was a little cheaty, getting a good grade by being the teacher’s pet -
even if for one day- but he was veering too much towards the F lately, so…
“It’s… I mean… just once, right?”.
Mr. Kamijo nodded, a big grin stretching on his face. “Just once, I’d never ask
you if I wasn’t at my last straw! But it’s for the sake of both of us… deal?”.
The silence grew thicker for a bunch of seconds, then Kouyou nodded again.
Yuji’s eyes brighten up, along with his smile. “Perfect then! I’ll give you a
heads-up before we’ll leave, so you’ll have time to prepare… I love kids, but
sometimes they’re so hard to handle!” and with that Mr. Kamijo flamboyantly
laughed, yanking a nervous chuckle out of Kouyou.
That guy was so strange, sometimes it felt like one of those uncles you never
see if not around Christmas, coming into your house as if he knew you and
making bad-tasting puns… “Now trot home, my petit mignon~ And thank you!”.
Kouyou stood in the middle of the hallway, alone and his mind still a little
confused for the exchange with the French teacher, but a light tap on his
shoulder managed to snap him back to reality. “What did he want?” Yutaka asked
with a concerned smile, Akira and Takanori standing feet away.
The taller made a more relaxed grin to his friends. “I’ll get a C in French
this spring~” he chanted, seeing Akira almost choke on a badly swallowed gulp
of saliva. “YOU WHA–??” “Ahhh I’m so happy to hear that!!” “Did you fucking
deepthroat him for getting a C??” the group cheered and joked around Kouyou as
they walked outside the school building.
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As soon as he got home, Kouyou left the backpack in his bedroom and bolted out
again with the intention of going at his neighbor’s house.
After so many days without speaking to him, the honey-blond felt a little
frenzy shake his heart: that morning’s brush of fingers, his calloused thumb
sliding across Kouyou’s knuckles was the last drop.
I’m alright, that was the meaning of the gesture, but the younger wanted to
watch the other’s black irises and ask him if he was really okay.
Kouyou trotted up the front steps of the porch and knocked at the door, but
nothing came from inside.
Not a peep, not a sound.
Trying to watch through the newspaper still glued on the windows, Kouyou
managed to notice that no-one was on that side of the house, so he quickly
paced towards the back door.
With relief, he didn’t see the man shivering on the snow, nor passed out on the
kitchen floor, but with a hint of annoyance the boy noticed the door was locked
shut and the pick-up nowhere to be seen.
Didn’t he come home?
Concern started to envelop the teen, as he started to run towards the dirt road
currently covered in snow, his eyes darting from one side of it to the other.
If something happened to him while coming back?
If he had another panic attack?
Kouyou ran through the snow in the direction of the town square, hazel eyes
burning on every gray car he saw and he stopped when his lungs started to burn
violently.
Even if stamina was quite high for a boy his age, Kouyou wasn’t a professional
athlete and he never ran such a distance in so little time.
The worry only enhanced the nausea now gripping the mouth of his stomach, as
Kouyou leaned his hands on his knees, heaving breathlessly.
“He has to be somewhere…!” his mind was torturing him, forcing him up to look
around: the arcade was closed, the diner almost empty at that time of the day…
but something caught Kouyou’s eyes as he watched on the other side of the
plaza.
A small crowd of people were on the sidewalk right next of the bowling alley,
in front of the door that leaded into a little and almost hidden pub, called
the Golden Goose.
Kouyou then recognized the gray, battered pick-up covered in snow not far away
from there and in his eyes popped up ‘BINGO’ in bright, colorful letters.
The younger crossed the road, reaching the statue in the center of the plaza
and from there he moved quickly, the smile of his discovery slowly disappearing
as he heard those men shout and yell.
“Oh-oh… don’t tell me…!” Kouyou managed to recognize a couple of those voices
and as he approached the group, he heard also the noise of a fist fight, grunts
and insults flying together with knuckles.
For what he could see, there was Takanori’s father in the center of that
makeshift ring, breathing hard and with a raged expression.
His upper lip and part of his left cheek were reddened and swollen, his right
fist shaking open and brush away on his pants what seemed to be blood. “Letting
someone so disgusting around kids…!” he muttered angrily at someone. “If my son
starts wearing a fucking skirt too I’m gonna throw you in the fucking mine
shaft!” he continued to talk and some others men cheered him up.
Skirt?
Kouyou knew Takanori never spoke to his parents about his sexual preferences,
knowing perfectly what they think about homosexuals, but…!
An harsh laugh interrupted Matsumoto and the honey-blond felt his heart stop.
“I imagined… a dumb fuck like ye wouldn't tell the fucking difference…!” Yuu’s
voice barked back at the man.
Like woken up from a dream, Kouyou started to move again, elbowing the
barricade of people to try and get a better view of what was happening.
Then, the sounds of fighting started up again and with them the shouts around
the boy: Matsumoto launched himself against the leaner figure of Yuu, trying to
hit the already bloodied face of the raven, but the other ducked underneath the
big fist and quickly collided his shoulder against the first’s solar plexus,
clawing at his side and pushing him in the snow.
Both of them fought for the upper hand, Matsumoto Senior managing to straddle
the raven’s hips thanks to his bigger body and his strength in his arms.
A rain of punches fell on Yuu and he rose both his forearms to defend himself
from them, clenching his teeth hard. “Mr. Matsumoto!” Kouyou exclaimed as he
pushed aside a bystander, seeing the two adults on the ground.
Takanori’s father didn’t stop and Kouyou could see a couple of those beefy
fists graze Yuu’s head. “I’m gonna call the police! Let him go!” the tall boy
added.
That yell made the bigger man turn with a wrathful expression, his fists still
trembling for the rush of adrenaline. “For fuck’s sake…! Take away that fucking
kid!” he barked at some of the people, probably his work colleagues and Kouyou
felt a big and harsh hand grip his wrist.
A thorn of panic rushed in Kouyou’s mind when the stranger tried to drag him
away, outside the circle of people. “N-no wait! Let me go!” he scratched that
thick-skinned hand, shoring his feet on the snowy ground.
Then a yelp choked in Matsumoto’s throat and he hunched over before a couple of
knees propped him up and launched the man in the crowd. “Don’t… fucking… start…
a fight with a Scotsman” Yuu growled, rising on his feet.
His black, shiny eyes then darted on the struggling Kouyou and his teeth bared.
“Hey, hands-fucking-off!” he barked with a finger pointed to the one yanking
and pulling on Kouyou’s arm.
Fast as a lightning, Yuu’s reddened hand rose and gripped the man’s wrist,
twisting it back so hard the other whined in pain. “Touch the kid like that
again and I’ll fucking choke you with your balls” the raven’s voice trembled
with rage and Kouyou felt a deep shiver break him apart.
He never saw the man so angry: it was so different from his cynical and
sardonic self, a ball of unbridled fire ready to explode.
Suddenly, a siren startled everyone and the men scrambled away from the
sidewalk, helping Mr. Matsumoto up and away.
Only a badly battered Yuu and a scared Kouyou remained. “What’s happening
here?” a voice came from inside the police car slowly stopping near the curb
and Kouyou sighed when he recognized the man inside.
Officer Kamui got off the car with his serious, yet gentle face on, one hand
placed on his hips as he walked around the vehicle. “Arata called talking about
a fight near his pub… Sir, you have something to say about it?” the policeman
stopped in front of Yuu and the raven groaned.
This wasn’t his first time confronting a law enforcer, but it wasn’t a good
thing to be called out like that. “Yeah, that you should put a fucking restrain
on Boar-man! He almost broke my nose” Yuu said with an angered voice and only
in that moment Kouyou noticed how much hurt the man was.
His right eyebrow was giving out blood like a fountain above a black eye and
other bruises peppered his skin wherever it could be seen.
And there, the boy became a flushed statue when he saw what the other was
wearing hips-down: it looked like a skirt of thick, black fabric, with leather
accents and silvery hoops sewn on it, completed by a double-folded chain
falling on the front of it.
The skirt covered his legs down to his knees and Yuu had long, black socks
covering his calves. “Calm down sir, I’m here for this… explain yourself a
little better and-…” when Officer Kamui’s dark eyes fell on the honey-blond, he
seemed confused. “Takashima, what are you doing here? This man did something to
you–” “N-No!” Kouyou blurted out, before immediately drawing back.
He didn’t mean to shout, but he was still full of adrenaline that he couldn’t
stop himself. “I… I was walking on the other side of the plaza and heard some
men shouting and…” his voice stopped as the policeman watched him
expressionless. “And there was Mr. Matsumoto fighting with–” “Mhh, I understand
now…” Gackt watched Yuu head to toe, noticing the kilt and making some
calculations. “If everything settled, I suggest you to not wear that around
town…” the police officer pointed at the piece of clothing with a finger.
“Folks here aren’t exactly worldwide, if you get me... I'll have a talk with
Mr. Matsumoto on the matter”.
Yuu crossed his arms on his chest, his tongue holding back a ‘no really??’ and
when the officer turned to walk towards the drive side of his car, Kouyou
sighed relieved. “But if something else happens and you’re involved, sir, I’ll
have to bring you in for questionings… Takashima, go home or your mother will
worry… Good day sir, Takashima!” Officer Kamui then entered the vehicle and
drove away, letting the two alone in the now quiet plaza.
Kouyou massages his own neck before turning his head towards Yuu, seeing him
walk rather quickly to his pick-up. “He-hey! Wait!” the boy called him, running
until he stopped in front of him, both his hands on the other’s chest. “Listen
lanky boy, everything is hurting like shit and I just wanna sit down… the
fucker was fucking heavy” Yuu said with a gruff voice, eyes trying to look
everywhere but the boy’s irises.
Kouyou nodded, hands still on his pectorals. “I’ll come with you tho… I was
searching for you, before” the older blinked in surprise hearing that, but he
didn’t fought the boy: he just walked around him and went sitting on the driver
seat of his car, hearing Kouyou take the passenger seat near him.
Slowly, the raven used the hem of his shirt’s sleeve to dab his bloodied
eyebrows, flinching when a sharp stab of pain ran through him. “Let me do it…”
Kouyou stretched his hoodie’s sleeve to clothe up his hand, then leaned nearer
Yuu, cautiously making his face turn cupping his sane cheek. “I’m sorry, Taka’s
father is an asshole… but I didn’t think he would actually assault someone”.
Kouyou’s low, soft voice was soothing like honey on burnt skin, for Yuu, and he
closed his eyes while the teen cleaned off the majority of the blood. “Was for
the skirt?” the honey-blond asked. “Kilt, it’s a kilt… and yeah, I think it was
for that… I was fucking minding my own business and Pig-man just pushed me off
the stool” Yuu hissed between his teeth when a particularly painful pang
traversed his head, but he relaxed soon after.
The boy remained silent for almost a whole minute, before he would smile at the
raven, his cheeks flushed pink. “You… uhm… look really good in it, I… like it,
a lot” Kouyou whispered, both his hands now caressing the other’s face with
attentive motions.
With the pad of his thumb, Kouyou caressed the other’s bottom lip, his hazel
eyes starting to fog for the reveries he was making.
Memories of their Christmas night and the kiss they shared…
Yuu chuckled, sincerely glad to hear those words coming out of the boy’s mouth.
“Heh, I can see that” the raven snickered, opening his eyes to look at the
reddened face of the younger. “Can I… come home with you? Maybe you have some
cracked ribs or… something else that might… need… a-assistance…” Kouyou’s voice
died one words at the time, when Yuu leaned towards him with a smirk stretching
one corner of his lips.
And the older spoke to him with a husky, breathy voice, his mouth brushing
against the plush, rosy lips of the younger.
“Want tae play nurse wi' me, aye?”
***** Chapter 13 *****
Chapter Notes
     **SMUT AHEAD**
     Enjoy~
 
Yuu’s pick-up never made it to his home.
Instead, it parked somewhere along the road to their houses, in a little lay-
bay hidden by a couple of tall, snowy bushes.
Kouyou removed his seatbelt as soon as the car stopped and as nimbly as he
could he straddled the man’s legs, to just hug his neck and plant his mouth on
the raven’s, kissing him until they lost breath.
He wished for another kiss at least everyday since that dreadful night and
after the whispered phrase of Yuu, the teen wanted to bet a little more with
himself.
The older’s tongue lapped at his full lips, entering them and fencing Kouyou’s
with slow movements, humming a little appreciation when the boy moaned lowly in
that heated kiss. “You’re so fucking good…” Yuu muttered, eyes glistening with
passion as his hands intertwined behind Kouyou’s back. “I remember you said…”
the teen answered back, panting in their embrace. “That I was illegal-years-
old… You’re fine with it now?” Kouyou hunched on him again, brushing the
other’s forehead with his.
Yuu chuckled, his hands snaking down past the boy’s ass before locking his
fingers around his thighs. “Your beauty is also illegal, but you’re still out
of jail… Arenae ye?” the man breathed with a smug on his face and Kouyou’s eyes
widened with his face burning red.
“Wh-wh-wh-what’s with this smooth answer??”
His lips gaped open and closed like he forgot how to breathe and Yuu snickered,
leaning in for another kiss.
This time the man moved slowly, nibbling at Kou’s lips from time to time, the
wet smacks of their effusion being the only sound between them. “Mmmh, yes… a
fucking walking crime…” the raven spoke under his breath, sliding one of his
hands up Kouyou’s thigh, feeling his warm legs starting to tremble.
The teen was beginning to feel hot again, like the passed Christmas night, but
he managed to control himself a little more: he wanted to give the man the same
treatment he was giving him, so Kouyou’s shivering hands moved from the other’s
shoulders down his solid arms, palming his biceps for just a second before he
reached for his hands.
Snatching one of them, the honey-blond rose it towards his face and left a
light kiss on every knuckle, tasting the saltiness of Yuu’s blood with each and
every one of them.
Then, almost without realizing it, Kouyou let his tongue out and peppered Yuu’s
palm with soft kitty-licks, eyes slowly closing. “You tease…” the raven
breathed, moving his fingers so he could roll the other’s tongue between his
fingertips, feeling it slide down his index, passing on the middle one and rise
back up again.
Yuu watched Kouyou transform from a shy and gentle kid into a transfixed angel,
his expression ethereal and his eyes hazy, the light of the day shining around
him from the windshield like a divine aura.
His blond hair framing his mesmerizing features like golden hay.
Yuu felt weak, his chest tightening as he noticed how simple it was to forget
such sensation.
How beautiful it was to let the eyes roam on a loved one during such intimate
moments…
Like an hypnotized man, the raven moved his hand to approach Kouyou’s face,
brushing his open lips with the damp pad of his thumb as if to let himself
enjoy the feeling of the boy’s silky, warm skin, but his heartbeat fastened
when he felt Kouyou’s tongue lap at his finger.
Then his plush lips closed around it, sucking on it with the most sensual
gentleness Yuu ever witnessed: Kouyou was keeping his eyes closed, his
eyelashes quivering and his brows knitted just so slightly.
“Fuck…” Yuu exhaled without breath, seeing Kouyou take more of his thumb in his
mouth before hollowing his cheeks and rising back up.
The teen’s tongue was wriggling lazily around it, his teeth biting just
slightly at his skin and if only that was making Yuu’s head spin, he didn’t
want to imagine Kouyou’s lips somewhere else on his own body.
Feeling his abs contract, Yuu’s free hand caressed the boy’s thigh, rising up
and around until the heel of his hand found the other’s erection, well hidden
underneath his pants.
With a little rubbing motion the raven stroked him through the fabric and
Kouyou let out a soft, but incredibly lustful moan. “I can’t fucking believe
you’re a damn virgin…” the man whispered.
Snapping out of that bewitched state, the honey-blond blinked a couple of
times, his cheeks blushing harder than ever. “H-how did… you…?” “Kid, you came
in thirty fucking seconds, last time… I made my guesses” Yuu chuckled and
Kouyou sank his head between the shoulders, his hips shivering against the
other’s big, rough palm.
He was battling between pleasure and embarrassment, while Yuu never stopped
rubbing his crotch unhurried, his other hand finding its place on the small of
Kou’s back. “I… I’m sorry” “Shut up, Kouyou… I fucking love it…” the raven
growled those words on the boy’s neck, mouthing his tender skin and nibbling at
it with regard.
There was fondness in every movement the man made on him, each kiss landing
lovingly and every stroke on his erection slow-paced and cautious.
Yuu made him think he was made of thin crystal, something precious that needed
to be handled with all the care of the world… and in that moment, despite the
sexual drive and the pulsations of his heart, Kouyou felt at home.
In front of the big bonfire inside the stone room, his wonderful Onyx Czar
seated on his throne with nothing but his love for him to clothe his body.
Kouyou’s mind started to drown in the fog of pleasure when calloused fingers
plucked at the hem of his briefs and found the delicate, silky skin of his
cock, Yuu still biting and licking and kissing his neck, his collarbones.
His other hand finding its way underneath the hoodie to pass delicately on each
little bump that were Kouyou’s vertebrae, pressing him against himself. “Ahh…”
Kouyou sighed, clawing the headrest of the seat, starting to move together with
Yuu’s hand.
A little twist at the base, a brush of fingers on the head and Yuu’s hand
pushed down and away the teen’s underwear, so much his cock got exposed to the
chilly air inside the car.
The honey-blond became a whimpering mess, his whole body covered in goosebumps.
“Shh… relax” Yuu muttered against the teen’s Adam’s apple.
The younger was so eager to meet with the older’s fist, arching his back more
and more quickly, Kouyou’s lungs panting breathless moans from time to time and
the raven sank his free hand down, under a pair of black pants and around a
soft and round buttock.
He had to press Kouyou against him, he had to steal his lips again into a
heated kiss, he had to close his eyes and let the warmth expand in his chest at
every moan and heave of the boy on his lap.
When the raven’s hand increased its movements, Kouyou sobbed a moan in the back
of his throat, eyes fluttering open to watch the man under him. “A… Ah…” he
tried to speak. “Y-yes… I’m…!”.
Yuu forgot the pain in his joints for a mere instant, forgot about the still
pulsing and painful eyebrow, forgot about everything that wasn’t the
spellbinding expression of Kouyou as the younger danced on the edge of orgasm.
And Kouyou arched back, hands trembling onto Yuu’s large shoulders, his hips
jutting up in a jerk as the electrical wave of distilled pleasure crashed on
him and strings of white stained both of their stomaches and Yuu’s closed palm.
While the teen was trying to take a hold of himself, Yuu was panting as hard as
the other, the sole sight of Kouyou’s orgasm bringing him near the edge too.
“Mmmh… Guid laddie” the raven hushed, leaning forward to let a little kiss fall
on the heaving chest of the honey-blond.
Kouyou wrapped one hand around his head, sinking his flared-open fingers inside
locks of pure ink and his body jerked again, swaying against him to let the
sensation last a little longer.
**** HOONK! ****
Startled by the sudden and loud sound, both Kouyou and Yuu jumped on the seat,
snapping back to reality in mere seconds: leaning back, the younger
inadvertently pressed the horn button on the steering wheel, making the car
emit the sound still echoing through the mountains.
While Kouyou held himself more to the man like a scared cat, the raven just
exhaled a chuckle. “Holy fuck I almost had a stroke… I thought it was that
fucking officer…!” Yuu said, hugging more the sides of the taller and starting
to laugh.
It was a sincere sound, something that Kouyou always wished to hear and looking
down at the man, the young heart of his fastened: he was beauty incarnated
while wearing happiness on his face and it made Kouyou realize something pretty
quickly. “Ohhh my sides–! Ugh I can’t… laugh, it hurts…!” Yuu giggled with
tears in his eyes for both pain and amusement.
“I love you”.
The younger’s low, husky voice reached the older’s ears, but it was so soft Yuu
thought it was just his imagination. “Uh…? Did you say somethin–Mmmph!” the
raven still giggled, but Kouyou shut him up with a kiss, grabbing his head in
both his hands.
And when the taller detached from the other’s chiseled lips, his breath was
quicker and harder than ever. “Nurse in the ward, let me do my job now” like he
was a completely different person, Kouyou whispered those words on Yuu’s lips
with a lustful, deep tone.
Yuu thought it was humanely impossible to have such a raging erection in the
span of a millisecond… but Kouyou managed to prove him wrong.
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“Oh fuck…!”
The breathless moan coming from Yuu’s lips made Kouyou feel a little pang of
pride swell inside his chest, as his hands moved on him like the other did
before.
He fell between the man’s knees when Yuu made the old seat creak and slide away
from the steering wheel, so the long fawn legs of the younger could be a little
more comfortable against the bottom of the car.
The honey-blond unceremoniously opened the other’s black shirt, one button at
the time, and Kouyou discovered Yuu’s chest again, but this time they were in a
more pleasurable context so he made it last: the boy watched and palmed at the
raven’s chest and abs, toned and dried by years of labor.
Those were muscles made for strength and endurance, not to show off like all
those buffed-up guys in the gym.
Yuu’s body was lean, his skin a little rough with scars and marks that Kouyou
wanted to memorize, every nook and wrinkle making the younger’s mouth water.
“You’re… not forced to do something back, y’know…” Yuu muttered under his
breath and Kouyou saw his chest hitch for just a moment.
Slowly, a grin crept on the teen’s full lips, eyes hooded both by pleasure and
slyness. “But I want to do it…” Kou whispered back, hands palming the man’s
sides, feeling his skin change underneath his hands into the warm and thick
fabric of the kilt.
Yuu fell into a deep silence when he heard that, focusing too much on the
younger’s fingers fiddle with the chain strapped on the kilt, then down to his
knees and underneath the piece of clothing. “Heh… never suspected a thing…” he
muttered almost to himself and Kouyou chuckled softly. “What?” “That you were a
quiet one…”.
The honey-blond grinned some more, a devious expression that only his friends
knew by heart: Kouyou was for sure gentle and timid, most of the times, but he
completely changed his behavior into something more daring when with someone he
knew or trusted.
Like all the times he and Akira got into troubles during middle school.
Or when he made a pretty hot and pretty difficult campaign in his Master days.
And now the circle closed with him temporarily taking the lead, leaning forward
while he rose the kilt off the man’s legs.
Oh he knew his theory, years of porn and solo-time with his brain helped him
flesh out what he needed to do and how, but as he reached for Yuu’s dark
underwear, he never imagined he would actually put all those reveries at work.
And he thought that, even if the man wasn’t as bigger nor shaved-clean as all
those porn-actors, Yuu’s member was absolutely beautiful.
Slightly curved, its rosy skin pulsating underneath Kouyou’s fingers, circled
by a carpet of black, coarse hair that only added to the rough beauty the man
had.
Curious, Kouyou fell into his scientific mood and inched closer, moving his
hand up and down, his fingertips barely grazing him. “He-hey… it’s not gonna
break” Yuu panted, his body responding to Kou’s light touches. “You can… put
some strength into it”.
With that phrase, Kouyou’s hand wrapped around the raven’s cock and stroked him
like the honey-blond would do on his own, slowly and methodically at first,
getting in reward a growly, hot heave from the older.
The raven was so receptive, his body breaking into a sweat as soon as Kouyou’s
thumb pressed on the underside of his member, circling the head and going back
down to squeeze the base. “Oh fuck that’s… good” Yuu uttered under his breath,
both his hands clawing the lower edge of the driver seat.
When was the last time he properly had an orgasm? Hell, when was the last time
he even jerked off?
If Yuu couldn’t remember, it was too long ago, for sure.
Kouyou softened his grin when he watched the other slide down a little on the
seat and letting his hand remain at the base of the man’s cock, he tentatively
leaned forward to land a kiss on the reddish, soft and silky-smooth head.
Then another one, more open-mouthed, down the shaft.
Then another, and another, until he reached his own hand and Yuu’s thighs
trembled in the strain of staying still.
The younger looked up, through a lock of his light hair, and saw a couple of
black beads watch him with a thick sheen of pleasure in them: he almost felt
the burning desire of the man wash over him, pushing him beyond his limits, but
Kouyou fought it with all his might.
He didn’t want something rushed… at least not more rushed than things already
were since the both of them were in the man’s car in the middle of a not-so-
busy road.
It was his first time -physically speaking- doing something like that, Kouyou
wanted to enjoy it and let the other enjoy it as much as he could.
And while the honey-blond continued to lavish his cock with warm, soft, wet
kisses, Yuu was fighting himself into let the other do what he wanted.
The raven wished to sink the fingers inside the younger’s soft hair, grip a
handful of them and press his cute, blushed face more against his own body.
To feel his plump lips close around him and take him all with that captivated
face of his…
But Yuu focused on everything else but his cravings, letting Kouyou devour him
with kisses that transformed into more daring licks, his smooth tongue
caressing his cock from base to tip in one long stroke.
The boy was surely thirsty in his own ways, Yuu thought as a gruff moan bubbled
out of his chest, his hips slowly swaying up and against the other’s hot
tongue.
Then Kouyou stopped, using his free hand to reach for one of the still fisted
hands of the raven, gently grabbing his wrist: without a word, the teen made
the man’s big palm reach for his nape, before caressing along his forearm.
He wanted to know if he was doing good, if there was a special pace to use or
if he needed to stop in case something happened… Kou was growing slightly
nervous about it, he had to admit it. “Heh… you little jerk…” Yuu chuckled
weakly.
Holding on the younger’s head, his thumb caressed his hair while Kouyou
approached him even more, opening his mouth to gently suck at the head first,
then slowly going down the shaft for a couple of inches.
Yuu bit his own lips when he felt and saw the other’s take him in their
softness, seeing them swell and stretch at every one of Kouyou’s movement up
and down his cock.
It was the most erotic scene he ever saw, with the younger’s face focused and
distant, his eyes hooded and his cheeks hollowing every time he pulled back.
Yuu felt so good it hurt, the irony of fate. “Yoo're… some feckin' porn staurn…
arenae ye?” the raven hissed between his teeth when Kouyou wriggled his tongue
around and underneath the man’s cock.
His hazel eyes narrowed at the phrase, not sure of what the other said, but
feeling him trembling under his hands made the younger increase his efforts,
finally closing his eyes and press more.
He tried to remember what Takanori said to him in the past, jokingly talking
about first times, and relaxed his throat as much as possible to make Yuu’s
member finally enter his mouth completely, reaching the back of his tongue
quite easily.
Then he pulled back, sucking harder, and went back down again, his fingers
tightening more and more on Yuu’s legs.
It was difficult, his lungs asking him to back up and cough, but the musky
scent, the raven’s husky moans and his raspy heaves hacked right through his
brain, shutting down all his senses.
“Och fur fuck's sake…!” the man moaned and his hips bucked up in that heat, his
other hand jutting up to hold on the seat’s headrest.
It was coming, Yuu could feel every muscle in his body twitch and contract both
pleasurably and painfully…
He didn’t even managed to warn Kouyou, his mind engrossed with the feeling of
his mouth and the bigger and bigger waves of hotness weave through his body.
Kouyou felt a scalding-hot spurt hit the back of his throat and there all of
his alarms went off: fighting Yuu’s hold he backed up and coughed heavily, his
lungs spasming for a good amount of seconds while other strings of cum landed
on his hair and on his face. “F-Fuck… so-orry Kou…” Yuu whispered with his
voice still thick and throaty from the orgasm he just had.
The younger shook his head while still coughing, swallowing a couple of times
to clean up his throat and tasting something bitter and salty at the end of his
tongue.
It wasn’t the best flavor he ever had in his mouth, sure, but… it was strange,
new.
A taste Kouyou definitely wanted to accustom to.
“Ahh~ damn…” Yuu muttered after both of them were a little calmer, cleaner and
better-dressed, Kouyou sitting up again on his lap.
The honey-blond looked up at the man almost worried he would scold him for
being completely bad at it, but the little smirk born on the other’s lips
reassured him. “Best birthday gift I could receive today” the raven chuckled,
circling Kouyou with both his arms.
“Birthday?”
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