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Please, if you can, read the last part of this chapter while listening to Adagio from Concerto Grosso n.8 op.6 by Arcangelo Corelli.
Also, this definitely is Aoi’s chapter. Beware of teary stuff *prepares tissues*
FIVE - Of ghosts and memories
«Ama tamquam osurus.» Cicero, Laelius De Amicitia
Akira’s despair passed quickly. As soon as he heard Kouyou arresting Shiroyama, he stood up immediately, pushing Yutaka away and joining his friend. He let the coroner and the foresincs take care of the corpse, then he drove till the police station. Yutaka never left his side. He almost never spoke, but he was always next to him, following his every movement with his dark eyes. Akira was secretly glad for that kind of support. He had the feeling he would have needed it later, when he was done questioning Shiroyama and he would have had nothing else to do.
The foresincs doctor had acted strangely. He had not cried, or broke down as Akira would have expected, when they had accused him. He had protested, sure, he had insulted them screaming that they were only a bunch of idiots. He had even tried to kick one of the officiers that were holding him in the balls. But he was not trying to defend himself concretely, it seemed. The dark-haired man was like... resigned to that situation.
Akira and Kouyou were currently sitting in a white room, facing a handcuffed doctor Shiroyama. The suspect’s expression, Akira thought, was kind of sarcastic.
«You made a huge mistake» Yuu said, wiggling his fingers. Akira ignored the statement.
«Where were you today at two in the morning?» he questioned. Yuu irritatingly pretended he could not remember.
«Well... let’s see...» he singsang, «in a crappy place stuffed with nice and gentle boys willing to please me?»
«So you were at the Ragged Rose’s club» Akira concluded. Yuu rolled his eyes.
«I’ve already told you. But I am not a murderer. I have no reasons to kill anyone. The world is just a wonderful place, on my opinion.»
«Why did you go to the club?» Kouyou intruded. Akira turned to look at his friend. There was something strange about him, he thought. At first, Kouyou had arrested Shiroyama without even telling him, swearing that he had a good reason to do it, then he had insisted to question the suspect too.
Yuu grinned. «Curious?» he murmured, but something had changed in his features. «I’m not telling you.»
«There are white lilies, in that small garden in the courtyard by your house. And some stems were cut, I saw it with my own eyes. How do you explain this?»
«Have no fucking idea» Yuu answered, licking at his lips.
Kouyou stood up so abruptly that his chair fell on the floor. «You’d better to, dammit!» he screamed, and Yuu’s grin turned almost devilish.
«Calm down, Kouyou» Akira coldly said, without breaking eye contact with the foresincs doctor. «You know, Shiroyama-san, officier Takashima gave me something really interesting, only half an hour ago. It’s a dossier, and it’s all about you. At least one hundred pages long.»
Yuu blinked. «Eh?» he breathed, then his eyes widened while he spoke to Kouyou in an angry tone. «Did you put your stupid nose in my private life?»
«Yes» Kouyou coldly answered, putting Yutaka’s report on the table with a low thud. Yuu looked at the pile of papers, mouth gaping open. «And we have to thank whoever looks down at us on Heavens for my mistrust.»
«No...» Yuu’s voice trailed off, and Kouyou felt his stomach twist with guilt.
«Yuu is not your real name» Akira began, actually feeling kind of victorious when he saw Yuu’s strong facade starting to fall apart. «The real one is Aoi. Your father was Shiroyama Kenji, a famous and respected surgeon. He died on 12 march of this year. And I think this is an odd coincidence, don’t you think, Shiroyama-san?»
Kouyou looked at Yuu’s, or better at Aoi’s, face. He was very pale, but he was still trying to act cool. He licked his lips, his voice slightly trembling. «It is indeed.»
«In this report, you know,» Akira murmured, patting on the papers, «there is plenty of interesting things about you. It says that your mother divorced when you were seven, and that she took you and your sisters to live with her. Correct?»
Yuu nodded. That sick shade of white on his face was slowly turning grayish. He looked about to faint.
«One of the reasons of the divorce, were sexual abuses. But not towards your mother, Shiroyama-san.» Akira paused to light up his cigarette. «It’s all written here. Your father molested you, didn’t he? There are medical papers that can confirm the phisical damage you suffered at that time. And thinking that you were only a little kid... I think it was big a trauma, for you, wasn’t it?»
«Shuddup.»
Kouyou felt nauseous again. Yuu’s voice had turned into a broken whisper.
«When you grew up, you attended University to major in medicine. But then, when you went to Tokyo General Hospital to specialize, you met your father again. You were not a child anymore, but you were not able to push him away. It actually came out on newspapers... one day, he raped you and left you bleeding right in the ER, telling some blatant lie about how he had found his son passed out on the streets. From that time, you changed your name, left your mother’s house, moved in a shitty flat in a completely different area and actually managed to find a job as a foresincs doctor. Then, after two months, your father died. Guess who was the last person doctor Shiroyama senior called before dying?»
Kouyou shivered. He knew by heart all those informations, but they were still shocking like the first time he had read them. And Akira’s cold tone made them even worse. Yuu’s lower lip was trembling. «I...» he began, but Akira interrupted him again.
«It was you, Yuu, or better, it was you, Aoi. He called you, then he died of a heart attack. It was 12 March.»
Yuu said nothing, but he lowered his head. Akira took a deep breath and continued. «Now I want you to tell me what happened. The report says that your neighbours often saw you hanging out with lots of different men, even younger than you. Did you know those boys?» He put the four victims’ photos on the table, making sure that Yuu could see them. The brunette weakly shook his head no.
«You sure? And why waiting till 12 September? Something happened to you? One of your boyfriends cheated on you and you snapped? And why the white lilies? Did you think those boys were not pure? That they were dirty and shameful exactly like you? And that death could wash their sins out of them?»
Again, Yuu shook his head. He was trembling for the effort to hold back the tears that were already swelling on his eyes.
Someone knocked on the door, and Yutaka entered the room, looking shocked in front of Shiroyama’s state. «Oh... sir, that’s the foresincs’ report.» He handed the papers to Kouyou, then ran out of the room. Kouyou looked at the documents, frowning, and then something undeniably warm spreaded through his chest.
«Akira» he said, pointing at the papers. «His DNA is not matching. He’s not the assassin.»
«Damn» Akira spat, furious. «Damn.» He looked at the broken, handcuffed man sitting in front of him, and he felt awful for what he had done to him. Who better than him could understand the pain brought by memories?
«Let him go, then. We don’t need him anymore.» Akira left the room, and in the corridor Yutaka ran towards him.
«Sir» he murmured. «I’m sorry. Looked like we were so close.» Akira nodded, almost absent-mindedly. Tiredness was taking over him, again.
«Yutaka» he said. «I know you’ll think I’m crazy... but please, can you come home with me? I think I’m scared to stay there by myself.»
The answer was immediate. «Yes, boss, don’t worry. I’ll stay right by your side.»
--
Kouyou silently approached Yuu, then drew out the keys from his pocket and uncuffed him, idly massaging his livid wrists to help the blood circulation. Yuu watched him without saying nothing.
«Satisfied, now?» he murmured, when Kouyou put his arm around his waist to make him stand. «Do you know anything you needed to about me now? Or do you have any other question?»
Kouyou sighed. «I’m sorry, Yuu. I seriously thought you were a criminal.»
Yuu made a small sound. «Sorry, uh? I guess so. It does make sense, I think.»
«I’ll drive you home» Kouyou said, «then I’ll immediately go away.»
And Yuu really began to cry. Big teardrops streamed down his cheeks, while he sobbed and shook violently. «You are an idiot» he groaned, clinging to Kouyou’s arm to steady himself. «Don’t you realize? Wasn’t it written on your nice dossier? I don’t fucking want to stay alone tonight, on my father’s annyversary of death. That’s why I went to that filthy club. I had no fucking choice, since you were working.»
Kouyou’s heart sank. He threw his arms around Yuu’s slim body, holding him close to him. The brunette tried to struggle, to get free of that hug, but he just gave up, sobbing helplessly on Kouyou’s chest. «I didn’t want to stay alone in my house with only the ghost of... of that sick man... to keep me company» he whispered. «I wanted to stop thinking. I didn’t care to soil myself again... I guess it’s meaningless, right now, pretending to be a good one.»
Kouyou stayed silent. He began to walk, almost carrying Yuu. They went out of the police station, then they walked till they reached Kouyou’s basement. «Why are you not even trying to push me away?» Yuu asked, while Kouyou was helping him to sit in his couch. The blond officier sat next to him, then lightly shook his head. «You are not even trying to ask me anything. You really must be crazier than me.» Yuu attempted to laugh in spite of his tears, and Kouyou felt his heart break, at that sight.
He looked up at the ceiling, trying to choose the right words to use. «You know» he replied, biting on his lower lip. «I have no idea. Or better, sort of. At first, I didn’t like you. I thought you were crazy, that you acted silly only to drive attention. I thought you were childish and pitiful, but at the same time I found you cute, and when you tried to... to seduce me, I just couldn’t push you away. I just couldn’t, there is no other explanation. I was tired, I was bored, I had no real goals in my life. You were like... a funny distraction, to me. Nothing else. But then...»
He could feel Yuu’s eyes on him, but he discovered that he did not want to look at him, because he was about to cry too. He cleared his throath. «But then, I realized there was something more. I knew nothing about you, and I craved every kind of information you would have never told me, so I asked one of my colleagues to investigate about you, because I was too coward to do it by myself. And what I found out was so terrible I had no clue of what I should do. Did I have to talk to you? Did I have to ignore it and pretend I knew nothing?»
Kouyou felt a warm hand resting on his knee, but still he refused to look at Yuu’s face. «Then, I realized there was a concrete possibility that you might have been the white lily’s killer, and I felt my world crush down. I felt betrayed, I felt used. And...» Kouyou gulped down a painful lump in his throath, and angrily wiped away a single tear that had slipped down his cheek. «...and I was so sad, Yuu. I thought you were a criminal, while I was just starting to realize that I liked you.»
«What?» Yuu’s voice was barely audible, but it sounded vaguely incredulous. His hand was still on Kouyou’s knee. «You what?»
«Yes. I’m sorry, Yuu, but I think I’m in love with you. And since I lied and I deceived you...»
«Please» Yuu took his hand in his own, squeezing it tightly. With the other hand, he reached for Kouyou’s face, making him turn to look at him. «Can you repeat what you said right now?»
Kouyou blinked, a bit confused. Yuu was so beautiful, in spite of the tears and of the saddened look on his face, that it was almost painful to look at him. «I... I betrayed you...»
«No, no» Yuu murmured, placing both his hands on Kouyou’s cheeks. «That other thing...»
Kouyou licked his lips. «I love you» he breathed. Yuu’s mouth opened slightly, and then the brunette smiled.
«You... you said you love me? Me? This awful, twisted and broken thing that I am?» Yuu snorted a little, shaking his head. «I wasn’t mistaken. You really are crazy, Kouyou.»
Kouyou nodded, reaching out to stroke his hair. «I agree with the last part. But, Yuu, please, you have to believe me. You are not awful. Don’t even dare thinking you are. I had no reasons to live, before I met you. All I did was work and sleep. But since I met you, the only reason I had to wake up in the morning was to see your smile. How can you be awful? You changed my life, Yuu.»
The brunette gently stroked his face. «And why are you using the past tense?» he smiled, lightly pulling at Kouyou’s cheeks. «I’m still here. And I have no fucking intention to run away.»
Something big, gentle and warm happened to Kouyou’s heart. He felt like crying and scream in joy at the same time, while Yuu leaned down on him, saying: «I love you too, Kouyou Takashima. You are the only thing that makes my life worth being lived.»
They kissed, feeling like they were sharing their first kiss at all. «I love you» Yuu repeated, starting to unbutton Kouyou’s shirt.
--
They made love silently, sweetly. It was so different from all the other intercourses they had shared, that they were almost scared of it. «You are so gentle» Yuu murmured, while Kouyou leaned down to drop little kisses on his lover’s creamy skin. «At the beginning I was almost worried about it. I couldn’t understand the reason why you were dealing with me like if I was a China doll.»
«You are» Kouyou sweetly joked, swirling his tongue around Yuu’s bellybutton. «My magnificent China doll.»
«Don’t try to fool me, you jerk» Yuu scolded him, playing with those wonderful blond hair. «I want a proper answer.»
«Okay. I am gentle with you because you deserve it. Because you suffered a lot. Because I want you to feel good. Because you are precious to me. Because I’m so scared to hurt you that my heart aches.» Kouyou stroked Yuu’s member, while the other hand was still massaging lightly his toned abdomen.
«Thank you» Yuu said, his voice turning into a tiny moan. «Thank you, my love.» It was like he couldn’t stop saying it. My love, darling, my beloved. He still looked incredulous. «Looks like a dream, to me» Yuu added, a humming noise escaping from his lips when Kouyou slowly stretched his entrance with two fingers. «I still can’t believe we are doing this.»
Kouyou didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He wore a condom, then slowly pushed his way inside of his lover’s hot body. He bent down to kiss him, before beginning to slowly stroke in and out of him. Yuu writhed and shook, his lips still pressed on Kouyou’s mouth. Then, Kouyou changed their rythm, and making small movements, rocking gently against his lover, still deeply buried inside of his body. «Kouyou» Yuu murmured, before climaxing violently. Kouyou followed him, shuddering. He gently pulled out of him, but he didn’t move from his warm and sweaty body.
They fell asleep in that position, hugging eachother, skin against skin, black hair against blond hair. Together.
--
Phew! I think we are nearing the end of this story... I think it will be long 8 or 9 chapters in total. I’m SO enjoying myself, writing this.
Also, this definitely is Aoi’s chapter. Beware of teary stuff *prepares tissues*
FIVE - Of ghosts and memories
«Ama tamquam osurus.» Cicero, Laelius De Amicitia
Akira’s despair passed quickly. As soon as he heard Kouyou arresting Shiroyama, he stood up immediately, pushing Yutaka away and joining his friend. He let the coroner and the foresincs take care of the corpse, then he drove till the police station. Yutaka never left his side. He almost never spoke, but he was always next to him, following his every movement with his dark eyes. Akira was secretly glad for that kind of support. He had the feeling he would have needed it later, when he was done questioning Shiroyama and he would have had nothing else to do.
The foresincs doctor had acted strangely. He had not cried, or broke down as Akira would have expected, when they had accused him. He had protested, sure, he had insulted them screaming that they were only a bunch of idiots. He had even tried to kick one of the officiers that were holding him in the balls. But he was not trying to defend himself concretely, it seemed. The dark-haired man was like... resigned to that situation.
Akira and Kouyou were currently sitting in a white room, facing a handcuffed doctor Shiroyama. The suspect’s expression, Akira thought, was kind of sarcastic.
«You made a huge mistake» Yuu said, wiggling his fingers. Akira ignored the statement.
«Where were you today at two in the morning?» he questioned. Yuu irritatingly pretended he could not remember.
«Well... let’s see...» he singsang, «in a crappy place stuffed with nice and gentle boys willing to please me?»
«So you were at the Ragged Rose’s club» Akira concluded. Yuu rolled his eyes.
«I’ve already told you. But I am not a murderer. I have no reasons to kill anyone. The world is just a wonderful place, on my opinion.»
«Why did you go to the club?» Kouyou intruded. Akira turned to look at his friend. There was something strange about him, he thought. At first, Kouyou had arrested Shiroyama without even telling him, swearing that he had a good reason to do it, then he had insisted to question the suspect too.
Yuu grinned. «Curious?» he murmured, but something had changed in his features. «I’m not telling you.»
«There are white lilies, in that small garden in the courtyard by your house. And some stems were cut, I saw it with my own eyes. How do you explain this?»
«Have no fucking idea» Yuu answered, licking at his lips.
Kouyou stood up so abruptly that his chair fell on the floor. «You’d better to, dammit!» he screamed, and Yuu’s grin turned almost devilish.
«Calm down, Kouyou» Akira coldly said, without breaking eye contact with the foresincs doctor. «You know, Shiroyama-san, officier Takashima gave me something really interesting, only half an hour ago. It’s a dossier, and it’s all about you. At least one hundred pages long.»
Yuu blinked. «Eh?» he breathed, then his eyes widened while he spoke to Kouyou in an angry tone. «Did you put your stupid nose in my private life?»
«Yes» Kouyou coldly answered, putting Yutaka’s report on the table with a low thud. Yuu looked at the pile of papers, mouth gaping open. «And we have to thank whoever looks down at us on Heavens for my mistrust.»
«No...» Yuu’s voice trailed off, and Kouyou felt his stomach twist with guilt.
«Yuu is not your real name» Akira began, actually feeling kind of victorious when he saw Yuu’s strong facade starting to fall apart. «The real one is Aoi. Your father was Shiroyama Kenji, a famous and respected surgeon. He died on 12 march of this year. And I think this is an odd coincidence, don’t you think, Shiroyama-san?»
Kouyou looked at Yuu’s, or better at Aoi’s, face. He was very pale, but he was still trying to act cool. He licked his lips, his voice slightly trembling. «It is indeed.»
«In this report, you know,» Akira murmured, patting on the papers, «there is plenty of interesting things about you. It says that your mother divorced when you were seven, and that she took you and your sisters to live with her. Correct?»
Yuu nodded. That sick shade of white on his face was slowly turning grayish. He looked about to faint.
«One of the reasons of the divorce, were sexual abuses. But not towards your mother, Shiroyama-san.» Akira paused to light up his cigarette. «It’s all written here. Your father molested you, didn’t he? There are medical papers that can confirm the phisical damage you suffered at that time. And thinking that you were only a little kid... I think it was big a trauma, for you, wasn’t it?»
«Shuddup.»
Kouyou felt nauseous again. Yuu’s voice had turned into a broken whisper.
«When you grew up, you attended University to major in medicine. But then, when you went to Tokyo General Hospital to specialize, you met your father again. You were not a child anymore, but you were not able to push him away. It actually came out on newspapers... one day, he raped you and left you bleeding right in the ER, telling some blatant lie about how he had found his son passed out on the streets. From that time, you changed your name, left your mother’s house, moved in a shitty flat in a completely different area and actually managed to find a job as a foresincs doctor. Then, after two months, your father died. Guess who was the last person doctor Shiroyama senior called before dying?»
Kouyou shivered. He knew by heart all those informations, but they were still shocking like the first time he had read them. And Akira’s cold tone made them even worse. Yuu’s lower lip was trembling. «I...» he began, but Akira interrupted him again.
«It was you, Yuu, or better, it was you, Aoi. He called you, then he died of a heart attack. It was 12 March.»
Yuu said nothing, but he lowered his head. Akira took a deep breath and continued. «Now I want you to tell me what happened. The report says that your neighbours often saw you hanging out with lots of different men, even younger than you. Did you know those boys?» He put the four victims’ photos on the table, making sure that Yuu could see them. The brunette weakly shook his head no.
«You sure? And why waiting till 12 September? Something happened to you? One of your boyfriends cheated on you and you snapped? And why the white lilies? Did you think those boys were not pure? That they were dirty and shameful exactly like you? And that death could wash their sins out of them?»
Again, Yuu shook his head. He was trembling for the effort to hold back the tears that were already swelling on his eyes.
Someone knocked on the door, and Yutaka entered the room, looking shocked in front of Shiroyama’s state. «Oh... sir, that’s the foresincs’ report.» He handed the papers to Kouyou, then ran out of the room. Kouyou looked at the documents, frowning, and then something undeniably warm spreaded through his chest.
«Akira» he said, pointing at the papers. «His DNA is not matching. He’s not the assassin.»
«Damn» Akira spat, furious. «Damn.» He looked at the broken, handcuffed man sitting in front of him, and he felt awful for what he had done to him. Who better than him could understand the pain brought by memories?
«Let him go, then. We don’t need him anymore.» Akira left the room, and in the corridor Yutaka ran towards him.
«Sir» he murmured. «I’m sorry. Looked like we were so close.» Akira nodded, almost absent-mindedly. Tiredness was taking over him, again.
«Yutaka» he said. «I know you’ll think I’m crazy... but please, can you come home with me? I think I’m scared to stay there by myself.»
The answer was immediate. «Yes, boss, don’t worry. I’ll stay right by your side.»
--
Kouyou silently approached Yuu, then drew out the keys from his pocket and uncuffed him, idly massaging his livid wrists to help the blood circulation. Yuu watched him without saying nothing.
«Satisfied, now?» he murmured, when Kouyou put his arm around his waist to make him stand. «Do you know anything you needed to about me now? Or do you have any other question?»
Kouyou sighed. «I’m sorry, Yuu. I seriously thought you were a criminal.»
Yuu made a small sound. «Sorry, uh? I guess so. It does make sense, I think.»
«I’ll drive you home» Kouyou said, «then I’ll immediately go away.»
And Yuu really began to cry. Big teardrops streamed down his cheeks, while he sobbed and shook violently. «You are an idiot» he groaned, clinging to Kouyou’s arm to steady himself. «Don’t you realize? Wasn’t it written on your nice dossier? I don’t fucking want to stay alone tonight, on my father’s annyversary of death. That’s why I went to that filthy club. I had no fucking choice, since you were working.»
Kouyou’s heart sank. He threw his arms around Yuu’s slim body, holding him close to him. The brunette tried to struggle, to get free of that hug, but he just gave up, sobbing helplessly on Kouyou’s chest. «I didn’t want to stay alone in my house with only the ghost of... of that sick man... to keep me company» he whispered. «I wanted to stop thinking. I didn’t care to soil myself again... I guess it’s meaningless, right now, pretending to be a good one.»
Kouyou stayed silent. He began to walk, almost carrying Yuu. They went out of the police station, then they walked till they reached Kouyou’s basement. «Why are you not even trying to push me away?» Yuu asked, while Kouyou was helping him to sit in his couch. The blond officier sat next to him, then lightly shook his head. «You are not even trying to ask me anything. You really must be crazier than me.» Yuu attempted to laugh in spite of his tears, and Kouyou felt his heart break, at that sight.
He looked up at the ceiling, trying to choose the right words to use. «You know» he replied, biting on his lower lip. «I have no idea. Or better, sort of. At first, I didn’t like you. I thought you were crazy, that you acted silly only to drive attention. I thought you were childish and pitiful, but at the same time I found you cute, and when you tried to... to seduce me, I just couldn’t push you away. I just couldn’t, there is no other explanation. I was tired, I was bored, I had no real goals in my life. You were like... a funny distraction, to me. Nothing else. But then...»
He could feel Yuu’s eyes on him, but he discovered that he did not want to look at him, because he was about to cry too. He cleared his throath. «But then, I realized there was something more. I knew nothing about you, and I craved every kind of information you would have never told me, so I asked one of my colleagues to investigate about you, because I was too coward to do it by myself. And what I found out was so terrible I had no clue of what I should do. Did I have to talk to you? Did I have to ignore it and pretend I knew nothing?»
Kouyou felt a warm hand resting on his knee, but still he refused to look at Yuu’s face. «Then, I realized there was a concrete possibility that you might have been the white lily’s killer, and I felt my world crush down. I felt betrayed, I felt used. And...» Kouyou gulped down a painful lump in his throath, and angrily wiped away a single tear that had slipped down his cheek. «...and I was so sad, Yuu. I thought you were a criminal, while I was just starting to realize that I liked you.»
«What?» Yuu’s voice was barely audible, but it sounded vaguely incredulous. His hand was still on Kouyou’s knee. «You what?»
«Yes. I’m sorry, Yuu, but I think I’m in love with you. And since I lied and I deceived you...»
«Please» Yuu took his hand in his own, squeezing it tightly. With the other hand, he reached for Kouyou’s face, making him turn to look at him. «Can you repeat what you said right now?»
Kouyou blinked, a bit confused. Yuu was so beautiful, in spite of the tears and of the saddened look on his face, that it was almost painful to look at him. «I... I betrayed you...»
«No, no» Yuu murmured, placing both his hands on Kouyou’s cheeks. «That other thing...»
Kouyou licked his lips. «I love you» he breathed. Yuu’s mouth opened slightly, and then the brunette smiled.
«You... you said you love me? Me? This awful, twisted and broken thing that I am?» Yuu snorted a little, shaking his head. «I wasn’t mistaken. You really are crazy, Kouyou.»
Kouyou nodded, reaching out to stroke his hair. «I agree with the last part. But, Yuu, please, you have to believe me. You are not awful. Don’t even dare thinking you are. I had no reasons to live, before I met you. All I did was work and sleep. But since I met you, the only reason I had to wake up in the morning was to see your smile. How can you be awful? You changed my life, Yuu.»
The brunette gently stroked his face. «And why are you using the past tense?» he smiled, lightly pulling at Kouyou’s cheeks. «I’m still here. And I have no fucking intention to run away.»
Something big, gentle and warm happened to Kouyou’s heart. He felt like crying and scream in joy at the same time, while Yuu leaned down on him, saying: «I love you too, Kouyou Takashima. You are the only thing that makes my life worth being lived.»
They kissed, feeling like they were sharing their first kiss at all. «I love you» Yuu repeated, starting to unbutton Kouyou’s shirt.
--
They made love silently, sweetly. It was so different from all the other intercourses they had shared, that they were almost scared of it. «You are so gentle» Yuu murmured, while Kouyou leaned down to drop little kisses on his lover’s creamy skin. «At the beginning I was almost worried about it. I couldn’t understand the reason why you were dealing with me like if I was a China doll.»
«You are» Kouyou sweetly joked, swirling his tongue around Yuu’s bellybutton. «My magnificent China doll.»
«Don’t try to fool me, you jerk» Yuu scolded him, playing with those wonderful blond hair. «I want a proper answer.»
«Okay. I am gentle with you because you deserve it. Because you suffered a lot. Because I want you to feel good. Because you are precious to me. Because I’m so scared to hurt you that my heart aches.» Kouyou stroked Yuu’s member, while the other hand was still massaging lightly his toned abdomen.
«Thank you» Yuu said, his voice turning into a tiny moan. «Thank you, my love.» It was like he couldn’t stop saying it. My love, darling, my beloved. He still looked incredulous. «Looks like a dream, to me» Yuu added, a humming noise escaping from his lips when Kouyou slowly stretched his entrance with two fingers. «I still can’t believe we are doing this.»
Kouyou didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to. He wore a condom, then slowly pushed his way inside of his lover’s hot body. He bent down to kiss him, before beginning to slowly stroke in and out of him. Yuu writhed and shook, his lips still pressed on Kouyou’s mouth. Then, Kouyou changed their rythm, and making small movements, rocking gently against his lover, still deeply buried inside of his body. «Kouyou» Yuu murmured, before climaxing violently. Kouyou followed him, shuddering. He gently pulled out of him, but he didn’t move from his warm and sweaty body.
They fell asleep in that position, hugging eachother, skin against skin, black hair against blond hair. Together.
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Phew! I think we are nearing the end of this story... I think it will be long 8 or 9 chapters in total. I’m SO enjoying myself, writing this.
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