He returned after 15 minutes and already putting on his briefs. Mochidzuki was still lying unmoved on the bed, curled like a cat and hugging his knees.

Kyou sat on the bed and touched Mochidzuki's arm made him flinched in surprise and tightening his hug on his knees.

Seeing him locking himself away like that saddened Kyou, he pulled the sheets and covered the unmoved naked body.

"Mochidzuki-san, was there something wrong?" he opened a conversation after a long silent.

Mochidzuki shook his head.

"Does this have any relation with your nightmares?"

Mochidzuki cringed hearing that.

"What do you know about my nightmares?"

"Nothing much, actually," Kyou admitted, "But I know that you're shifting in your sleep restlessly and mumbling something like "let me go" or "don't"."

"....."

Another long silent.

"Mochidzuki-san... I'm sorry if I hurt you..." Kyou apologized.

The sheet rustled, Mochidzuki was moving nervously inside it, feeling uneasy.

"It's not your fault..." he said in very soft tone that barely heard, "They said I have hapthophobia."

"Hapopo—what?"

"Hapthophobia. It's a phobia for the fear of touch. I don't like anyone to touch me."

"But you’re having sex with me..."

"That's the other thing. Other than sex, I just don't like people touching my body..."

Even though Kyou thought it was weird, he didn't contradict it.

Then the story flowed by itself out of Mochidzuki's mouth.



He was raised knowing that he was a mistress' son. Not enough of being just an illegitimate child, he was also a child of one of the most powerful Yakuza leader. Moreover, his grandparents from his mother's side refused his existence and severed all ties between him and his mother, right after knowing that their daughter was being a Yakuza's mistress. His existence was hidden for years until the time his mother passed away and he was taken into the Yakuza family.

He was only eleven at that time...

The large house of his new family felt so cold even though there were so many people walked in and out. His father was always busy with his business and his clans, and his stepmother acted like he wasn't even there and focus only to his own son—the successor of the family. The rest of the clan members just didn't really care about their leader’s affairs; so they practically ignored him also.

But having a pretty face, smart brain, talented in art and also business, started to make him easily recognizable in the family, even his father slowly acknowledged him. He thought his life was going to be a little bit better, until the night of his 16th summer... where he was kidnapped and gang raped.

The one who initiated it was his older half-brother who was jealous of his talent.

He was found three days later in an abandoned warehouse by the bay, owned by his family. He was left tied up naked, dehydrated, starved, raped, burned, and beaten half to death. They used malicious ways to torture him; knives, razor blades, cigarettes, sex toys, bondage and S&M tools, even baseball bat and logs. He got severe concussions, both arms and legs were broken, fractured most of his ribs—some were broken too, there were also bruises, cuts, burns, and rope marks all over his body, and he almost lost the hearing of his left ear. For the jackpot, he was also being in a coma for half a year.

When he woke up, he was a completely different person. Physical wounds could heal with medical treatment. The scars were almost gone as the time passed and some with plastic surgery—though the deep one couldn't be gone completely. But just like the permanent deep scar on his skin, the wounds in his heart could never heal. Before the incident, he was a warm child with a bright smile on his face. But after, he was still smiling a lot, but his eyes never followed his smile, and he seemed distant with other people.

He hated to be touched, yet he carved for men's sex. It was a psychological disorder that was left subsequent to the incident. Except for kisses, his sex partners were always forbade touching him, the only thing that was connected was their lower part. Or he loved to tie up his sex partners to prevent them touching him.

His grudge, however, were paid not long after he woke up from his coma. Using his pretty face and sex to attracted men and lured them in, he used them as his vengeance tools. With sweet talk and a little push, he captured several underlings of the Yakuza family to get the guys who raped him to their doomed for their sins; they were all found drowned in Tokyo bay with bodies beaten into pulp.

And to shut the mouth of the men whom he used for revenge; he sent them all to jail for sexual harassment to a minor, with semen proved inside his body. Well, who would've thought that a pretty, innocent looking, underage boy, that came to the police reporting he was being raped again, was actually the one who plotted the murder of five men and drowned them in Tokyo bay?

The secret of the murder was kept in silence forever, because Mochidzuki knew if those men reported him as the plotter of the murder, they only would double their sentence for murders, while the boy could walk free with people's sympathy showering over him for being a rape victim and falsely accused.

Mochidzuki also got his older step brother wrapped around his little finger and being his slave because he threatened him that he would thrown the murder accusation to him, with the reason of the abuse-rape plotter killed his subordinates because he didn't want the scandal emerged to the surface.

After his revenged, he left his Yakuza family and took his mother's maiden name and lived by himself by leeching his half-brother's fortune to make a living of himself.



"I hate to be touched because it reminds me how they tortured me, blow after blow. And I hated to be topped because it also reminds me how they laid me on the floor and raped me over and over again. I can't get rid of that evil silhouette out of my mind."

That kind of world seemed too distant for Kyou.

He lived in a perfectly normal life with normal family in a normal neighborhood. Never once in his life that he ever heard such story came from someone's real life.

He's so used to live so normal, he took it for granted. Never realized, that it was so precious to have such a perfect life in an imperfection itself. Even though his family was underprivileged; he had such a caring father, a loving mother, an affectionate older sister, and three cute little brothers. It was an ideal life and a wonderful world for him.

He did notice some faint scars on Mochidzuki's body, but never really thought the real cause of it. He thought it was normal for a boy to have a scar or two, since he had a long scar on the side of his upper left thigh caused by falling off the tree when he was 10, it needed 25 stitches to patch the wounded flesh.

Realizing how lucky he was and how Mochidzuki had gone through a hard life, his eyes brimmed with tears that burst out in huge droplets. His heart was aching to think that such a cruel thing had happened to the other man. He covered his eyes with his arm and sobbing hard.

"Why are you crying?" Mochidzuki asked, feeling confused.

"I'm crying for your share! Cuz' your tears have dried up a long time ago!" Kyou said, trying to reason things up even though it sounded so silly.

"You cry for a guy like me? I'm cruel and have killed some men, you know?"

"You're just unfortunate! And even though killing is bad, those guys deserved to be punished for their sins!" said Kyou between his sobs. His tears and snots started dripping off his lips and chin.

"I also sent those who helped me killed them into jail."

"It was their fault to lay their hands on a minor!"

"But I was the one who seduced them first..."

"Well, they should've restrained themselves more!" Kyou raised his voice, which was over pitched due to his overflowing emotion.

Mochidzuki laughed, but without realizing it, tears dripping down to his cheeks.

"Look at you, a big guy like you are crying. Your face look ridiculous," his voice wavered as he reached out to Kyou and wiped his tears off his face.

Kyou's face indeed looked silly filled with tears and snot, flushed, and his eyes were red and getting swollen. He sniffed aloud, "You're crying too..." he said.

Mochidzuki's eyes widened and he touched his tears on his face, stared at them in disbelief.

Kyou reached out to Mochidzuki carefully, rubbing his thumb on his corner eye; made the smaller man jerked a little but didn't try to avoided the touch.

"You're ok with this?" Kyou asked, seeing Mochidzuki trembled but didn't move away.

Mochidzuki nodded firmly.

"If you don't mind my touch, I can try to help curing your phobia, Mochidzuki-san."

Mochidzuki closed his eyes and rubbed his face on Kyou's palm. It felt so good even though his body was still refusing the sensation under his trauma.

"Do you have any idea what you're talking about?" Mochidzuki opened his eyes and glanced at Kyou. "I'm the one who's forcing my sex to you, yet, you want to help me?"

Without notice, Kyou's hand moved to the back of Mochidzuki's neck and took his body into his embrace. Mochidzuki's arms guarded on his chest and there were a little push caused by instinctively resistance from his body.

"I'm the 'Yes Man', remember? All you have to do is just ask me to, and I won't refuse."

Mochidzuki's resistance stopped by the words.

His sob was getting harder and he was heaving to catch some breaths between it. But Kyou's arms was so calming and comfortable that his shoulder gradually relaxed as he stretched out his arms onto Kyou's back and held him back.

"You're such a nice guy, Kyou... I'm sorry that I put you into this in the first place."

Kyou's heart skipped a beat, this was the first time Mochidzuki ever called him by his name, and the first time he apologized too. There were bubbles running up in his stomach to his chest, it tingled him from inside. His heart pounded twice faster than normal.

This was it, wasn't it? The day when Mochidzuki surrender and apologize to him. But none of them would matter now. It wasn't about having him apologized, it was about capturing his heart completely.

He was happy and confused in the same time.

Should he tell him?

Should he voice out his feelings for him?

I love you.

I love you so much, that it hurts and kills me slowly inside out...

But Kyou was afraid that those words could ruin everything. Sex is one thing, it was like a necessity for Mochidzuki, but having a lover's relationship was another thing. He was afraid that Mochidzuki would refuse and kicked him out and cut him out of his life if he knew he was falling in love with him. So he swallowed his own words that made his stomach heavy with the burden.

With Mochidzuki was still in his arms with face hidden on his chest, Kyou mouthed out "I love you" wordlessly, and hold the shivered body tightly.

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Ever since the fever incident, Kyou started to spend nights in Mochidzuki's apartment. But after sex, he always drove him out of bed to sleep on the sofa. Kyou obediently did as he told, however, eventually he started noticing that Mochidzuki was actually hated sharing the same bed with someone else other than having sex.

Then he became aware of his nightmares.

Every time he spent a night in Mochidzuki's apartment, he always heard this unpleasant moaning from his bedroom. So at one time, he sneaked in to see what was going on in there. He quietly opened the door and saw Mochidzuki writhed in his sleep restlessly, while mumbling something that sounded like, "Let me go," or "Please don't," repeatedly. It made Kyou wondered what had happened to him in the past that caused those nightmares.

But since Mochidzuki had never started any conversation to discuss it, he never asked. Considering that he might not wanted anyone to know about it or he didn’t trusted Kyou enough to tell the story.



It was past a month since the first time Kyou agreed to sleep with him for the sake of his family. And he'd lost count of how many times they had slept together. His body had gradually accustomed to the pleasure, he didn't think that his hand could satisfy him anymore when he masturbate.

Kyou also started participating when they have sex. He learned to move his hip following Mochidzuki's rhythm. Sometimes he moved in his own pace, fasting or slowing down at his own will. It felt so good being inside Mochidzuki, where his hot insides wrapping him whole, squeezing, and milking him out. Once, he pulled out and ram it back in one movement; it caused Mochidzuki came at once and complained, but Kyou laughed over it and said that it did felt good since Mochidzuki came right after he did that.

Subsequently, Kyou became greedier.

He wanted more...

Mochidzuki seemed to like the cowgirl position, but Kyou wanted some variation. Yet, he never let him did it.

But patience had its limits, so when Mochidzuki called him to come over to his apartment, Kyou was determined to force him to do some other sex position. Being so many times laid in bottom, he wanted to be on top for once in a while.



Kyou knew if he had asked for it from the start, Mochidzuki would only blatantly refused and cuff him on the bedpost again. So he should be patiently waited until he was inside him and then he took charge while the other man lost himself in pleasure.

He had prepared himself with some 'knowledge' he searched in the internet. He knew some basics from seeing what Mochidzuki had done to himself; such as lubricating and stretching the hole before entering. But aside that, he knew nothing. The source was telling, foreplay by touching and stimulating certain spots were good to built up the sex mood; like nipples, earlobe, nape of the neck, etc. But he had to find the pleasure point himself, because each people had different ones. And all these times, since it was Mochidzuki who always giving him blow jobs; maybe he should try that once too.

Sex poses; there were so many of them, from the normal position such as missionary style, doggy style, 48, 69 [and he started wondering, what’s with the numbers?], until the kinky ones he couldn't even dare to see. Maybe for starters, he'd used the missionary style. He could get a better view seeing Mochidzuki's face from on top of him.

Just thinking about it already made him excited and got him a boner without realizing it. He had to endure not to jerk it off to save it for tonight. So it took him 30 minutes to calm himself down by started thinking something unpleasant like the macho transvestite that flirted at him the other night when he accidentally bumped her—err... him after coming home from a drinking party his college friends had. And a sickening gore scene of a movie that he hated so much. And he moved to gross stuff like barf, diaper filled with poop, unflushed toilets, rotten dead body of animal complete with the maggots... Ok, now he already grossed out and felt like vomiting. The attempt worked. His boner was gone because of it, but he felt sick in return.

How foolish.




Then the long awaited email came; as usual, Mochidzuki was asking him to come right after his work shift. Kyou was grinning ear to ear while holding his cellphone as if it was the most precious delicate thing in the world.

Kanoe slapped the back of his head with a bundle of paper because he felt irritated with the silly grin Kyou wore the whole time. Kyou teased him and said that he was jealous because he had personal problem with Shinonome.

And it was a jackpot.

"A couple's quarrel is normal, Buchou," Kyou said, still grinning.

Kanoe snorted, "And you're the one who was so devastated just few days ago..."

"Somewhat the problem settled—well, not all, but—it's gradually getting better."

Kanoe strangled Kyou's neck with his arm and rubbing his fist on the boy's head—playing fight—while Kyou's arms flailing and gasping to get some air.

"Damn you and your stupid grin! It's just pissing me off!!"

"I give! I give!!" Kyou said, barely heard because he was still being choked.

Not having enough, Kanoe rumpled Kyou’s hair both hand avidly.

Right at the time Shinonome passed by the opened door of illustration division and saw Kanoe laughing and still playing fight with Kyou. His face became sour and he left without saying anything. Kanoe who was late to notice his existence, released Kyou and chased after Shinonome.

Kyou coughed and rubbed his sour neck and smiled.

"And they still not admit their relationship..." he shook his head unbelievably.

He often saw those two fighting over something silly and end up with either one of them sulking. It might be about politics, educations, holidays, or other trivia things. Usually, both had different opinions of one and another, and were very stubborn in keeping theirs, which always lead to an unnecessary argument.

Kyou thought it was nice if he and Mochdzuki could fight like that too. Not meant that he liked to fight, but with that kind of silly arguments, it meant that they’re close enough up to the point that they weren't being awkward at each other anymore.




Imagining having silly fights with Mochidzuki, Kyou couldn't help himself not to grin all the time.

"Was there something good happened?" Mochidzuki asked while preparing dinner, "You're smirking all the time."

It was actually a very late dinner since Kyou arrived just a little over 10.00 p.m.

"Eh, nothing," said Kyou, "It was just the same old fighting between Kanoe-san and Shinonome-san. It was so ridiculous seeing them arguing over something unnecessary like that."

"I see," Mochidzuki plainly commented.

Since Kyou was sick, Mochidzuki had always prepared a decent meal for Kyou everytime he invited him in. Because he knew that Kyou would be too lazy to search for dinner after work, or he didn't have any money to buy some.

Some research said that sex burned around 300 calories every 30 minutes, and they did it for hours. No wonder Kyou passed out at that time since he was busy, didn't eat properly, and Mochidzuki invited him almost every other day to have sex; it used up most of his energy and made him tired in no time.

Tonight, Mochidzuki cooked a large portion of omurice, and there's still more if Kyou wanted a second serving. Kyou always eat Mochidzuki's cooking with the same bright childish look on his face, so each time, he took some time to watch him eating his food.

Mochidzuki barely ate half of his regular portion when Kyou already asked for his second large portion. And he finished it in the light speed even before the other man done with his.

"Are you done?" Kyou asked impatiently.

Mochidzuki put down his spoon, "I think so."

"Good. Can we do it now?"

Mochidzuki smiled, "It's so unusual that you're being impatient like this."

Kyou stood up and walked toward Mochidzuki; showing his bulging erection that seemed like it would burst out of his fly in no time.

"I've been holding it since this morning; I can't hold it any longer."

The older man chuckled, "Shall I release it now?" he teasingly asked.

"No," Kyou refused at once, "I want it inside you."

For a second, Mochidzuki's eyes widened; surprised hearing Kyou's answer.

He stroked Kyou's cheek and smiled deviously, "You've became a well-trained pet."

Kyou was a little bit hurt by those words, but he swallowed his feelings and smiled.

"It's because you've trained me well," he said.



He actually wanted to take the lead, but the other man didn't allow him to. So he gave in; it was necessary to succeed his plan.

Yet, he almost came when Mochidzuki stripped him; a single touch aroused him more than it should, given that he was holding it since this morning. His tip continuously leaking pre-cum, made him wetter than he usually was.

Kyou was on sitting position when Mochidzuki moved on top of him and sat on his lap, rubbing their erection together, circled his arms over Kyou's neck and kissed him. This time he couldn't hold it in any longer, he came while devouring the inside of Mochidzuki's mouth like a starving animal. His cum stained both of their stomach, while their unswallowed saliva streaked down from the corner of Mochidzuki's mouth to the chin, and Kyou licked them like an over friendly dog.

Mochidzuki giggled because it felt ticklish, but he slapped Kyou on the head to stop him.

"Bad dog!" he scolded, "Behave! And how dare you cum before your master!"

Kyou pulled back and whimpered, made Mochidzuki laughed and rumpled his hair playfully. Kyou's short hair was soft to his touch, it felt almost like a baby chick's soft feathers. Kyou closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, he unconsciously smiling.

"You look like a real dog," Mochidzuki said, cupping Kyou's face with his hands and lightly kissing the boy's lips.

"If I was, then this will be called bestiality," Kyou said half jokingly while returning the light kisses.

Even after coming, Kyou was hard again in no time and pushed his tip on Mochidzuki's hole and rubbed the softened rim; letting half of his thick head entered, pushing it halfway in and pulling it out again, continuously teasing it, patiently waiting until Mochidzuki begged him to push all of his length in.

Mochidzuki's face flushed with arousal, his eyes glistened and seemed dreamy.

"B—bad dog!" he scolded in sigh, so sexy made Kyou wanted to ram him in right away.

Kyou licked the tip of Mochidzuki's nose down to his lips that willingly parted so he could slid his tongue in to have a taste of Mochidzuki's mouth. While still gently pushing half way in and pulled it out again, forcing Mochidzuki to sighed and gasped in lust.

"Ah... ahn... Mmmh! S—stop that!"

He clawed Kyou's shoulder, holding his weight there because his legs started giving away.

"P—put it in... Ah! Don't tease me anymore."

That was the only command he needed, he rammed in on one move, sheathing himself inside the other man's warmth.

"AH!" Mochidzuki screamed in pain and pleasure, moving his hips in the same rhythm as Kyou.

Kyou touched his hips and directly shoved away.

"Don't touch me..." he said between his gasps.

Ignoring the prohibition, he pushed both of Mochidzuki's knees up and toppled him over the bed and topped him, holding tight the hips that tried to squirm away from him and gave him his sex.

But beyond his expectation, Mochidzuki started to have a panic attack; he thrashed, punched, and pushing him away.

"No! No! NO!! Let me go! Get off of me!!" he clawed Kyou's chest, made it bled, and writhed away from him.

"Mochidzuki-san?! What"s wrong?!" Kyou asked, ignoring the stingin pain from the claw wound.

"Let me go! I beg you... please... let me go..." he pleaded with wavered voice and started sobbing hard while hiding his face beneath his arms.

Kyou pulled out while Mochidzuki lay on his side and curled up like a ball, shivering.

Still confused, Kyou left the other man alone and excused himself to go to the bathroom to have his release.

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His body felt heavy.

His head was heavy too.

He hated this kind of feeling.

He hated being sick.

He also hated to have so many burdens in his mind to think of.

Imejima liked him.

Since when?

Since they first met in their junior year?

Or was it just recently?

Well, whatever. When he saw him again, maybe he should apologize for not noticing his feelings and couldn't return it back to him.

And then there was Mochidzuki.

It was his fault he had became gay. If he wasn't hanging around with him, he’d still be straight and maybe dated a girl or two.

No, no, no... That wasn't actually the problem.

He didn't really mind about gender he fall in love with. His fujyoshi sister taught him that—the women in his family sure had some pretty strong influence. It was funny that he used to think his sister was crazy to tell him it didn't matter if he fell in love with the same gender, as long as he'd be happy. And now he was truly in love with one. Maybe it was some kind of weird curse that his sister had cast on him.

The problem was if he never hung out with Mochidzuki a lot, he wouldn't fall in love with him, and he wouldn't went through so many obstacles because of it.

And being with Mochidzuki was quite a hassle; he never could understand what's inside the head of that pretty face. Well, he thought he understood, but eventually he was wrong. Mochidzuki was much more complicated than he thought he was.

So having him completely would be quite an ordeal.



Kyou felt something cool and comfortable touching his face. He tried to open his eyes but the drowsiness took him away and put him into a deep sleep.



He woke up in the morning with a sunlight peeked between the curtains gap and touched his face. It was the usual method to wake him up in the morning. But when he opened his eyes, he stared at a somewhat familiar ceiling, but definitely not his.

He was confused. He crossed his eyebrows, but something foreign attached on his forehead, he touched it; it was a cooling pack. Recalling of what had happened last night, he summoned up that he was having sex with Mochidzuki before he fainted for his fever from fatigue.

That's right; it was the ceiling he often saw when he had sex with Mochidzuki—since he was always lying on the bed.

Sex...

He had failed to fulfill his duty last night.

Would he be mad?

Would he kick him out because he couldn't satisfy his desires anymore?

Kyou pressed both of his hand on his face, feeling down. He'd lost. His body had break first before he could break Mochidzuki's frozen heart.


At that moment, his nose whiffed something nice that made his stomach growled. He remembered that he didn't eat properly in the past week that made his exhaustion consuming his body.

He rose, but his head spun made him gave up his intention of getting up. So he lay still on the bed and held back his hunger as his stomach growling ferociously asking to be fed.

The bedroom door opened and Mochidzuki came in with a huge portion of porridge on a serving tray.

"Oh, you're awake?" he said when he saw Kyou was gazing back at him.

"Yeah," Kyou answered with weak voice. "Sorry that I occupied your bed. I'll be gone soon after my head stop spinning."

"It's ok; just rest here until you get better."

Mochidzuki put the tray on the side desk of his bed and helped Kyou up. He sat Kyou up on the bed and supported his back with couple of pillows to make him comfortable. It took him some time to do that since Kyou was much bigger than him and didn't have enough strength to support himself.

Kyou stared at him with puzzled face as Mochidzuki put the tray on his lap.

"Eat," he said seeing Kyou was hesitating whether he should eat or not.

Kyou took a spoonful of porridge, but Mochidzuki stopped him by the hand before he put it into his mouth.

"Careful, it's still hot," he said, "Eat slowly. It won't go anywhere anyway."

"Ah... ok," Kyou obediently blowing the hot porridge before eating it.

Mochidzuki put a medicine on the tray and reminded him to take it after eating.

Kyou nodded in silent.

Mochidzuki sat on the edge of the bed with legs crossed and holding his knees with his intertwined fingers. He smiled when he saw Kyou eating the porridge with happy face.

Kyou stopped eating when he realized that he was being stared at.

"Uh... what's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Mochidzuki, "It was just you're always make that happy face when you’re eating; as if it was the most delicious food in the world."

Kyou put the spoon on the bowl and stir it a little, watching the white steam that came out from the hot porridge.

"Well, you know that my family is poor, and we don't have much. So we really appreciate what we have, even the simplest food we eat. As long as it was edible, it was good enough for us."

Mochidzuki smiled wryly.

"But!" Kyou added quickly, "This porridge is delicious! I really like it! Honestly."

He thought that Mochidzuki was angry and misunderstood him, thinking he was saying that his porridge was only 'edible'.

"You're just like a kid," he said, "So honest and pure."

He stroked Kyou"s hair, got up and left.

"M-Mochidzuki san!"

Mochidzuki turned around by the call.

"Are you mad?"

"Of what?"

"Well... um... for last night," Kyou's voice was so small it barely heard, "Because I fainted in the middle of it."

He was blushing beet red while saying it.

Mochidzuki laughed. "Well, it's not entirely your fault since you've been busy with your classes, work, and my demand. And I was the one who didn't notice that you're not well and forced you."

"Sorry, I..."

Mochidzuki waved his hand in front of his face.

"Next time if it was too late to catch the last train, just stay overnight here instead of sleeping in a manga café. It only exhausted you and it was bad for your body to sleep on a chair."

Eh?

He didn't hear it wrong, did he?

Did Mochidzuki just asked him to stay?

His heart thumping twice faster as usual and it was so hard he felt like it was going to break his ribcage if it kept pounding like this.

"You knew...?"

"Geez, why are you stubbornly left after we did it? Did you hate it so much to stay here?"

Kyou stared at Mochidzuki in disbelief.


Could he?


Could he start hoping for more?

"No, I... I thought it would be a burden if I stay here, since..." he hung his words.

We're not lovers...

"...you might have another partner who will come at random."

"In the middle of the night?" Mochidzuki stared at the boy as if he was the stupidest person on earth.

"Well, I just don't want to be in the way, so..." he hung his words again.

And it would bother me so much if I saw your other partner came while I’m still here.

Mochidzuki gave the slyest smile he had.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only one who can satisfy me right now? So why would I sleep with any other men?"

It was almost like a love confession.

Hearing that he was the only one for Mochidzuki, made him so happy he could cry. But he couldn't since it would give him away. And it'd be over when Mochidzuki realized that he was deeply in love with him.

"So don't be silly and stay overnight when I ask you to come."

"Ok," Kyou answered obediently.

It made Mochidzuki a little bit amazed.

"Hmm? I didn't think that you'll agree that fast."

Kyou smiled deviously, "Actually I'd stay over if only you have asked for it earlier."

"What? These entire stubbornness, end just with a single request?"

"I'm the 'Yes Man', I can't refuse any request, remember?"

They both laughed. As if they were back being friends again.

This time, the game ended with a tie.



Kyou spent another night in Mochidzuki's apartment.

After taking some medicines and fed and having enough rest, his fever broke. At that time, not even once Mochidzuki had asked him for sex. He was quite considerable with Kyou's condition. He even took a good care of Kyou; he changed the cooling pack when the cool substance ran out, he even wiped Kyou's sweaty body with damp towel and changed his clothes, and all the delicious food he ate was Mochidzuki's handmade. It was amazing that he could cook so well event though there's a housekeeper who came to clean and cook every other day.

Kyou even occupied Mochidzuki's bed, while he slept in the sofa. He refused to share the same bed with the sick because he didn't want to catch his illness. Or that was just an excuse to let Kyou had his rest properly.

Mochidzuki acted like the old kind and gentle Mochidzuki, plus the sex. Seeing this kindness, made Kyou wondered whether his threat over his family was only a joke. But he didn't dare to ask about it, afraid that if it wasn't; his family would end up on the street.

So, which Mochidzuki's faces were the real one?

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He returned after 15 minutes and already putting on his briefs. Mochidzuki was still lying unmoved on the bed, curled like a cat and hugging his knees.

Kyou sat on the bed and touched Mochidzuki's arm made him flinched in surprise and tightening his hug on his knees.

Seeing him locking himself away like that saddened Kyou, he pulled the sheets and covered the unmoved naked body.

"Mochidzuki-san, was there something wrong?" he opened a conversation after a long silent.

Mochidzuki shook his head.

"Does this have any relation with your nightmares?"

Mochidzuki cringed hearing that.

"What do you know about my nightmares?"

"Nothing much, actually," Kyou admitted, "But I know that you're shifting in your sleep restlessly and mumbling something like "let me go" or "don't"."

"....."

Another long silent.

"Mochidzuki-san... I'm sorry if I hurt you..." Kyou apologized.

The sheet rustled, Mochidzuki was moving nervously inside it, feeling uneasy.

"It's not your fault..." he said in very soft tone that barely heard, "They said I have hapthophobia."

"Hapopo—what?"

"Hapthophobia. It's a phobia for the fear of touch. I don't like anyone to touch me."

"But you’re having sex with me..."

"That's the other thing. Other than sex, I just don't like people touching my body..."

Even though Kyou thought it was weird, he didn't contradict it.

Then the story flowed by itself out of Mochidzuki's mouth.



He was raised knowing that he was a mistress' son. Not enough of being just an illegitimate child, he was also a child of one of the most powerful Yakuza leader. Moreover, his grandparents from his mother's side refused his existence and severed all ties between him and his mother, right after knowing that their daughter was being a Yakuza's mistress. His existence was hidden for years until the time his mother passed away and he was taken into the Yakuza family.

He was only eleven at that time...

The large house of his new family felt so cold even though there were so many people walked in and out. His father was always busy with his business and his clans, and his stepmother acted like he wasn't even there and focus only to his own son—the successor of the family. The rest of the clan members just didn't really care about their leader’s affairs; so they practically ignored him also.

But having a pretty face, smart brain, talented in art and also business, started to make him easily recognizable in the family, even his father slowly acknowledged him. He thought his life was going to be a little bit better, until the night of his 16th summer... where he was kidnapped and gang raped.

The one who initiated it was his older half-brother who was jealous of his talent.

He was found three days later in an abandoned warehouse by the bay, owned by his family. He was left tied up naked, dehydrated, starved, raped, burned, and beaten half to death. They used malicious ways to torture him; knives, razor blades, cigarettes, sex toys, bondage and S&M tools, even baseball bat and logs. He got severe concussions, both arms and legs were broken, fractured most of his ribs—some were broken too, there were also bruises, cuts, burns, and rope marks all over his body, and he almost lost the hearing of his left ear. For the jackpot, he was also being in a coma for half a year.

When he woke up, he was a completely different person. Physical wounds could heal with medical treatment. The scars were almost gone as the time passed and some with plastic surgery—though the deep one couldn't be gone completely. But just like the permanent deep scar on his skin, the wounds in his heart could never heal. Before the incident, he was a warm child with a bright smile on his face. But after, he was still smiling a lot, but his eyes never followed his smile, and he seemed distant with other people.

He hated to be touched, yet he carved for men's sex. It was a psychological disorder that was left subsequent to the incident. Except for kisses, his sex partners were always forbade touching him, the only thing that was connected was their lower part. Or he loved to tie up his sex partners to prevent them touching him.

His grudge, however, were paid not long after he woke up from his coma. Using his pretty face and sex to attracted men and lured them in, he used them as his vengeance tools. With sweet talk and a little push, he captured several underlings of the Yakuza family to get the guys who raped him to their doomed for their sins; they were all found drowned in Tokyo bay with bodies beaten into pulp.

And to shut the mouth of the men whom he used for revenge; he sent them all to jail for sexual harassment to a minor, with semen proved inside his body. Well, who would've thought that a pretty, innocent looking, underage boy, that came to the police reporting he was being raped again, was actually the one who plotted the murder of five men and drowned them in Tokyo bay?

The secret of the murder was kept in silence forever, because Mochidzuki knew if those men reported him as the plotter of the murder, they only would double their sentence for murders, while the boy could walk free with people's sympathy showering over him for being a rape victim and falsely accused.

Mochidzuki also got his older step brother wrapped around his little finger and being his slave because he threatened him that he would thrown the murder accusation to him, with the reason of the abuse-rape plotter killed his subordinates because he didn't want the scandal emerged to the surface.

After his revenged, he left his Yakuza family and took his mother's maiden name and lived by himself by leeching his half-brother's fortune to make a living of himself.



"I hate to be touched because it reminds me how they tortured me, blow after blow. And I hated to be topped because it also reminds me how they laid me on the floor and raped me over and over again. I can't get rid of that evil silhouette out of my mind."

That kind of world seemed too distant for Kyou.

He lived in a perfectly normal life with normal family in a normal neighborhood. Never once in his life that he ever heard such story came from someone's real life.

He's so used to live so normal, he took it for granted. Never realized, that it was so precious to have such a perfect life in an imperfection itself. Even though his family was underprivileged; he had such a caring father, a loving mother, an affectionate older sister, and three cute little brothers. It was an ideal life and a wonderful world for him.

He did notice some faint scars on Mochidzuki's body, but never really thought the real cause of it. He thought it was normal for a boy to have a scar or two, since he had a long scar on the side of his upper left thigh caused by falling off the tree when he was 10, it needed 25 stitches to patch the wounded flesh.

Realizing how lucky he was and how Mochidzuki had gone through a hard life, his eyes brimmed with tears that burst out in huge droplets. His heart was aching to think that such a cruel thing had happened to the other man. He covered his eyes with his arm and sobbing hard.

"Why are you crying?" Mochidzuki asked, feeling confused.

"I'm crying for your share! Cuz' your tears have dried up a long time ago!" Kyou said, trying to reason things up even though it sounded so silly.

"You cry for a guy like me? I'm cruel and have killed some men, you know?"

"You're just unfortunate! And even though killing is bad, those guys deserved to be punished for their sins!" said Kyou between his sobs. His tears and snots started dripping off his lips and chin.

"I also sent those who helped me killed them into jail."

"It was their fault to lay their hands on a minor!"

"But I was the one who seduced them first..."

"Well, they should've restrained themselves more!" Kyou raised his voice, which was over pitched due to his overflowing emotion.

Mochidzuki laughed, but without realizing it, tears dripping down to his cheeks.

"Look at you, a big guy like you are crying. Your face look ridiculous," his voice wavered as he reached out to Kyou and wiped his tears off his face.

Kyou's face indeed looked silly filled with tears and snot, flushed, and his eyes were red and getting swollen. He sniffed aloud, "You're crying too..." he said.

Mochidzuki's eyes widened and he touched his tears on his face, stared at them in disbelief.

Kyou reached out to Mochidzuki carefully, rubbing his thumb on his corner eye; made the smaller man jerked a little but didn't try to avoided the touch.

"You're ok with this?" Kyou asked, seeing Mochidzuki trembled but didn't move away.

Mochidzuki nodded firmly.

"If you don't mind my touch, I can try to help curing your phobia, Mochidzuki-san."

Mochidzuki closed his eyes and rubbed his face on Kyou's palm. It felt so good even though his body was still refusing the sensation under his trauma.

"Do you have any idea what you're talking about?" Mochidzuki opened his eyes and glanced at Kyou. "I'm the one who's forcing my sex to you, yet, you want to help me?"

Without notice, Kyou's hand moved to the back of Mochidzuki's neck and took his body into his embrace. Mochidzuki's arms guarded on his chest and there were a little push caused by instinctively resistance from his body.

"I'm the 'Yes Man', remember? All you have to do is just ask me to, and I won't refuse."

Mochidzuki's resistance stopped by the words.

His sob was getting harder and he was heaving to catch some breaths between it. But Kyou's arms was so calming and comfortable that his shoulder gradually relaxed as he stretched out his arms onto Kyou's back and held him back.

"You're such a nice guy, Kyou... I'm sorry that I put you into this in the first place."

Kyou's heart skipped a beat, this was the first time Mochidzuki ever called him by his name, and the first time he apologized too. There were bubbles running up in his stomach to his chest, it tingled him from inside. His heart pounded twice faster than normal.

This was it, wasn't it? The day when Mochidzuki surrender and apologize to him. But none of them would matter now. It wasn't about having him apologized, it was about capturing his heart completely.

He was happy and confused in the same time.

Should he tell him?

Should he voice out his feelings for him?

I love you.

I love you so much, that it hurts and kills me slowly inside out...

But Kyou was afraid that those words could ruin everything. Sex is one thing, it was like a necessity for Mochidzuki, but having a lover's relationship was another thing. He was afraid that Mochidzuki would refuse and kicked him out and cut him out of his life if he knew he was falling in love with him. So he swallowed his own words that made his stomach heavy with the burden.

With Mochidzuki was still in his arms with face hidden on his chest, Kyou mouthed out "I love you" wordlessly, and hold the shivered body tightly.

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Ever since the fever incident, Kyou started to spend nights in Mochidzuki's apartment. But after sex, he always drove him out of bed to sleep on the sofa. Kyou obediently did as he told, however, eventually he started noticing that Mochidzuki was actually hated sharing the same bed with someone else other than having sex.

Then he became aware of his nightmares.

Every time he spent a night in Mochidzuki's apartment, he always heard this unpleasant moaning from his bedroom. So at one time, he sneaked in to see what was going on in there. He quietly opened the door and saw Mochidzuki writhed in his sleep restlessly, while mumbling something that sounded like, "Let me go," or "Please don't," repeatedly. It made Kyou wondered what had happened to him in the past that caused those nightmares.

But since Mochidzuki had never started any conversation to discuss it, he never asked. Considering that he might not wanted anyone to know about it or he didn’t trusted Kyou enough to tell the story.



It was past a month since the first time Kyou agreed to sleep with him for the sake of his family. And he'd lost count of how many times they had slept together. His body had gradually accustomed to the pleasure, he didn't think that his hand could satisfy him anymore when he masturbate.

Kyou also started participating when they have sex. He learned to move his hip following Mochidzuki's rhythm. Sometimes he moved in his own pace, fasting or slowing down at his own will. It felt so good being inside Mochidzuki, where his hot insides wrapping him whole, squeezing, and milking him out. Once, he pulled out and ram it back in one movement; it caused Mochidzuki came at once and complained, but Kyou laughed over it and said that it did felt good since Mochidzuki came right after he did that.

Subsequently, Kyou became greedier.

He wanted more...

Mochidzuki seemed to like the cowgirl position, but Kyou wanted some variation. Yet, he never let him did it.

But patience had its limits, so when Mochidzuki called him to come over to his apartment, Kyou was determined to force him to do some other sex position. Being so many times laid in bottom, he wanted to be on top for once in a while.



Kyou knew if he had asked for it from the start, Mochidzuki would only blatantly refused and cuff him on the bedpost again. So he should be patiently waited until he was inside him and then he took charge while the other man lost himself in pleasure.

He had prepared himself with some 'knowledge' he searched in the internet. He knew some basics from seeing what Mochidzuki had done to himself; such as lubricating and stretching the hole before entering. But aside that, he knew nothing. The source was telling, foreplay by touching and stimulating certain spots were good to built up the sex mood; like nipples, earlobe, nape of the neck, etc. But he had to find the pleasure point himself, because each people had different ones. And all these times, since it was Mochidzuki who always giving him blow jobs; maybe he should try that once too.

Sex poses; there were so many of them, from the normal position such as missionary style, doggy style, 48, 69 [and he started wondering, what’s with the numbers?], until the kinky ones he couldn't even dare to see. Maybe for starters, he'd used the missionary style. He could get a better view seeing Mochidzuki's face from on top of him.

Just thinking about it already made him excited and got him a boner without realizing it. He had to endure not to jerk it off to save it for tonight. So it took him 30 minutes to calm himself down by started thinking something unpleasant like the macho transvestite that flirted at him the other night when he accidentally bumped her—err... him after coming home from a drinking party his college friends had. And a sickening gore scene of a movie that he hated so much. And he moved to gross stuff like barf, diaper filled with poop, unflushed toilets, rotten dead body of animal complete with the maggots... Ok, now he already grossed out and felt like vomiting. The attempt worked. His boner was gone because of it, but he felt sick in return.

How foolish.




Then the long awaited email came; as usual, Mochidzuki was asking him to come right after his work shift. Kyou was grinning ear to ear while holding his cellphone as if it was the most precious delicate thing in the world.

Kanoe slapped the back of his head with a bundle of paper because he felt irritated with the silly grin Kyou wore the whole time. Kyou teased him and said that he was jealous because he had personal problem with Shinonome.

And it was a jackpot.

"A couple's quarrel is normal, Buchou," Kyou said, still grinning.

Kanoe snorted, "And you're the one who was so devastated just few days ago..."

"Somewhat the problem settled—well, not all, but—it's gradually getting better."

Kanoe strangled Kyou's neck with his arm and rubbing his fist on the boy's head—playing fight—while Kyou's arms flailing and gasping to get some air.

"Damn you and your stupid grin! It's just pissing me off!!"

"I give! I give!!" Kyou said, barely heard because he was still being choked.

Not having enough, Kanoe rumpled Kyou’s hair both hand avidly.

Right at the time Shinonome passed by the opened door of illustration division and saw Kanoe laughing and still playing fight with Kyou. His face became sour and he left without saying anything. Kanoe who was late to notice his existence, released Kyou and chased after Shinonome.

Kyou coughed and rubbed his sour neck and smiled.

"And they still not admit their relationship..." he shook his head unbelievably.

He often saw those two fighting over something silly and end up with either one of them sulking. It might be about politics, educations, holidays, or other trivia things. Usually, both had different opinions of one and another, and were very stubborn in keeping theirs, which always lead to an unnecessary argument.

Kyou thought it was nice if he and Mochdzuki could fight like that too. Not meant that he liked to fight, but with that kind of silly arguments, it meant that they’re close enough up to the point that they weren't being awkward at each other anymore.




Imagining having silly fights with Mochidzuki, Kyou couldn't help himself not to grin all the time.

"Was there something good happened?" Mochidzuki asked while preparing dinner, "You're smirking all the time."

It was actually a very late dinner since Kyou arrived just a little over 10.00 p.m.

"Eh, nothing," said Kyou, "It was just the same old fighting between Kanoe-san and Shinonome-san. It was so ridiculous seeing them arguing over something unnecessary like that."

"I see," Mochidzuki plainly commented.

Since Kyou was sick, Mochidzuki had always prepared a decent meal for Kyou everytime he invited him in. Because he knew that Kyou would be too lazy to search for dinner after work, or he didn't have any money to buy some.

Some research said that sex burned around 300 calories every 30 minutes, and they did it for hours. No wonder Kyou passed out at that time since he was busy, didn't eat properly, and Mochidzuki invited him almost every other day to have sex; it used up most of his energy and made him tired in no time.

Tonight, Mochidzuki cooked a large portion of omurice, and there's still more if Kyou wanted a second serving. Kyou always eat Mochidzuki's cooking with the same bright childish look on his face, so each time, he took some time to watch him eating his food.

Mochidzuki barely ate half of his regular portion when Kyou already asked for his second large portion. And he finished it in the light speed even before the other man done with his.

"Are you done?" Kyou asked impatiently.

Mochidzuki put down his spoon, "I think so."

"Good. Can we do it now?"

Mochidzuki smiled, "It's so unusual that you're being impatient like this."

Kyou stood up and walked toward Mochidzuki; showing his bulging erection that seemed like it would burst out of his fly in no time.

"I've been holding it since this morning; I can't hold it any longer."

The older man chuckled, "Shall I release it now?" he teasingly asked.

"No," Kyou refused at once, "I want it inside you."

For a second, Mochidzuki's eyes widened; surprised hearing Kyou's answer.

He stroked Kyou's cheek and smiled deviously, "You've became a well-trained pet."

Kyou was a little bit hurt by those words, but he swallowed his feelings and smiled.

"It's because you've trained me well," he said.



He actually wanted to take the lead, but the other man didn't allow him to. So he gave in; it was necessary to succeed his plan.

Yet, he almost came when Mochidzuki stripped him; a single touch aroused him more than it should, given that he was holding it since this morning. His tip continuously leaking pre-cum, made him wetter than he usually was.

Kyou was on sitting position when Mochidzuki moved on top of him and sat on his lap, rubbing their erection together, circled his arms over Kyou's neck and kissed him. This time he couldn't hold it in any longer, he came while devouring the inside of Mochidzuki's mouth like a starving animal. His cum stained both of their stomach, while their unswallowed saliva streaked down from the corner of Mochidzuki's mouth to the chin, and Kyou licked them like an over friendly dog.

Mochidzuki giggled because it felt ticklish, but he slapped Kyou on the head to stop him.

"Bad dog!" he scolded, "Behave! And how dare you cum before your master!"

Kyou pulled back and whimpered, made Mochidzuki laughed and rumpled his hair playfully. Kyou's short hair was soft to his touch, it felt almost like a baby chick's soft feathers. Kyou closed his eyes and enjoyed the sensation, he unconsciously smiling.

"You look like a real dog," Mochidzuki said, cupping Kyou's face with his hands and lightly kissing the boy's lips.

"If I was, then this will be called bestiality," Kyou said half jokingly while returning the light kisses.

Even after coming, Kyou was hard again in no time and pushed his tip on Mochidzuki's hole and rubbed the softened rim; letting half of his thick head entered, pushing it halfway in and pulling it out again, continuously teasing it, patiently waiting until Mochidzuki begged him to push all of his length in.

Mochidzuki's face flushed with arousal, his eyes glistened and seemed dreamy.

"B—bad dog!" he scolded in sigh, so sexy made Kyou wanted to ram him in right away.

Kyou licked the tip of Mochidzuki's nose down to his lips that willingly parted so he could slid his tongue in to have a taste of Mochidzuki's mouth. While still gently pushing half way in and pulled it out again, forcing Mochidzuki to sighed and gasped in lust.

"Ah... ahn... Mmmh! S—stop that!"

He clawed Kyou's shoulder, holding his weight there because his legs started giving away.

"P—put it in... Ah! Don't tease me anymore."

That was the only command he needed, he rammed in on one move, sheathing himself inside the other man's warmth.

"AH!" Mochidzuki screamed in pain and pleasure, moving his hips in the same rhythm as Kyou.

Kyou touched his hips and directly shoved away.

"Don't touch me..." he said between his gasps.

Ignoring the prohibition, he pushed both of Mochidzuki's knees up and toppled him over the bed and topped him, holding tight the hips that tried to squirm away from him and gave him his sex.

But beyond his expectation, Mochidzuki started to have a panic attack; he thrashed, punched, and pushing him away.

"No! No! NO!! Let me go! Get off of me!!" he clawed Kyou's chest, made it bled, and writhed away from him.

"Mochidzuki-san?! What"s wrong?!" Kyou asked, ignoring the stingin pain from the claw wound.

"Let me go! I beg you... please... let me go..." he pleaded with wavered voice and started sobbing hard while hiding his face beneath his arms.

Kyou pulled out while Mochidzuki lay on his side and curled up like a ball, shivering.

Still confused, Kyou left the other man alone and excused himself to go to the bathroom to have his release.

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His body felt heavy.

His head was heavy too.

He hated this kind of feeling.

He hated being sick.

He also hated to have so many burdens in his mind to think of.

Imejima liked him.

Since when?

Since they first met in their junior year?

Or was it just recently?

Well, whatever. When he saw him again, maybe he should apologize for not noticing his feelings and couldn't return it back to him.

And then there was Mochidzuki.

It was his fault he had became gay. If he wasn't hanging around with him, he’d still be straight and maybe dated a girl or two.

No, no, no... That wasn't actually the problem.

He didn't really mind about gender he fall in love with. His fujyoshi sister taught him that—the women in his family sure had some pretty strong influence. It was funny that he used to think his sister was crazy to tell him it didn't matter if he fell in love with the same gender, as long as he'd be happy. And now he was truly in love with one. Maybe it was some kind of weird curse that his sister had cast on him.

The problem was if he never hung out with Mochidzuki a lot, he wouldn't fall in love with him, and he wouldn't went through so many obstacles because of it.

And being with Mochidzuki was quite a hassle; he never could understand what's inside the head of that pretty face. Well, he thought he understood, but eventually he was wrong. Mochidzuki was much more complicated than he thought he was.

So having him completely would be quite an ordeal.



Kyou felt something cool and comfortable touching his face. He tried to open his eyes but the drowsiness took him away and put him into a deep sleep.



He woke up in the morning with a sunlight peeked between the curtains gap and touched his face. It was the usual method to wake him up in the morning. But when he opened his eyes, he stared at a somewhat familiar ceiling, but definitely not his.

He was confused. He crossed his eyebrows, but something foreign attached on his forehead, he touched it; it was a cooling pack. Recalling of what had happened last night, he summoned up that he was having sex with Mochidzuki before he fainted for his fever from fatigue.

That's right; it was the ceiling he often saw when he had sex with Mochidzuki—since he was always lying on the bed.

Sex...

He had failed to fulfill his duty last night.

Would he be mad?

Would he kick him out because he couldn't satisfy his desires anymore?

Kyou pressed both of his hand on his face, feeling down. He'd lost. His body had break first before he could break Mochidzuki's frozen heart.


At that moment, his nose whiffed something nice that made his stomach growled. He remembered that he didn't eat properly in the past week that made his exhaustion consuming his body.

He rose, but his head spun made him gave up his intention of getting up. So he lay still on the bed and held back his hunger as his stomach growling ferociously asking to be fed.

The bedroom door opened and Mochidzuki came in with a huge portion of porridge on a serving tray.

"Oh, you're awake?" he said when he saw Kyou was gazing back at him.

"Yeah," Kyou answered with weak voice. "Sorry that I occupied your bed. I'll be gone soon after my head stop spinning."

"It's ok; just rest here until you get better."

Mochidzuki put the tray on the side desk of his bed and helped Kyou up. He sat Kyou up on the bed and supported his back with couple of pillows to make him comfortable. It took him some time to do that since Kyou was much bigger than him and didn't have enough strength to support himself.

Kyou stared at him with puzzled face as Mochidzuki put the tray on his lap.

"Eat," he said seeing Kyou was hesitating whether he should eat or not.

Kyou took a spoonful of porridge, but Mochidzuki stopped him by the hand before he put it into his mouth.

"Careful, it's still hot," he said, "Eat slowly. It won't go anywhere anyway."

"Ah... ok," Kyou obediently blowing the hot porridge before eating it.

Mochidzuki put a medicine on the tray and reminded him to take it after eating.

Kyou nodded in silent.

Mochidzuki sat on the edge of the bed with legs crossed and holding his knees with his intertwined fingers. He smiled when he saw Kyou eating the porridge with happy face.

Kyou stopped eating when he realized that he was being stared at.

"Uh... what's wrong?"

"Nothing," said Mochidzuki, "It was just you're always make that happy face when you’re eating; as if it was the most delicious food in the world."

Kyou put the spoon on the bowl and stir it a little, watching the white steam that came out from the hot porridge.

"Well, you know that my family is poor, and we don't have much. So we really appreciate what we have, even the simplest food we eat. As long as it was edible, it was good enough for us."

Mochidzuki smiled wryly.

"But!" Kyou added quickly, "This porridge is delicious! I really like it! Honestly."

He thought that Mochidzuki was angry and misunderstood him, thinking he was saying that his porridge was only 'edible'.

"You're just like a kid," he said, "So honest and pure."

He stroked Kyou"s hair, got up and left.

"M-Mochidzuki san!"

Mochidzuki turned around by the call.

"Are you mad?"

"Of what?"

"Well... um... for last night," Kyou's voice was so small it barely heard, "Because I fainted in the middle of it."

He was blushing beet red while saying it.

Mochidzuki laughed. "Well, it's not entirely your fault since you've been busy with your classes, work, and my demand. And I was the one who didn't notice that you're not well and forced you."

"Sorry, I..."

Mochidzuki waved his hand in front of his face.

"Next time if it was too late to catch the last train, just stay overnight here instead of sleeping in a manga café. It only exhausted you and it was bad for your body to sleep on a chair."

Eh?

He didn't hear it wrong, did he?

Did Mochidzuki just asked him to stay?

His heart thumping twice faster as usual and it was so hard he felt like it was going to break his ribcage if it kept pounding like this.

"You knew...?"

"Geez, why are you stubbornly left after we did it? Did you hate it so much to stay here?"

Kyou stared at Mochidzuki in disbelief.


Could he?


Could he start hoping for more?

"No, I... I thought it would be a burden if I stay here, since..." he hung his words.

We're not lovers...

"...you might have another partner who will come at random."

"In the middle of the night?" Mochidzuki stared at the boy as if he was the stupidest person on earth.

"Well, I just don't want to be in the way, so..." he hung his words again.

And it would bother me so much if I saw your other partner came while I’m still here.

Mochidzuki gave the slyest smile he had.

"Didn't I tell you that you're the only one who can satisfy me right now? So why would I sleep with any other men?"

It was almost like a love confession.

Hearing that he was the only one for Mochidzuki, made him so happy he could cry. But he couldn't since it would give him away. And it'd be over when Mochidzuki realized that he was deeply in love with him.

"So don't be silly and stay overnight when I ask you to come."

"Ok," Kyou answered obediently.

It made Mochidzuki a little bit amazed.

"Hmm? I didn't think that you'll agree that fast."

Kyou smiled deviously, "Actually I'd stay over if only you have asked for it earlier."

"What? These entire stubbornness, end just with a single request?"

"I'm the 'Yes Man', I can't refuse any request, remember?"

They both laughed. As if they were back being friends again.

This time, the game ended with a tie.



Kyou spent another night in Mochidzuki's apartment.

After taking some medicines and fed and having enough rest, his fever broke. At that time, not even once Mochidzuki had asked him for sex. He was quite considerable with Kyou's condition. He even took a good care of Kyou; he changed the cooling pack when the cool substance ran out, he even wiped Kyou's sweaty body with damp towel and changed his clothes, and all the delicious food he ate was Mochidzuki's handmade. It was amazing that he could cook so well event though there's a housekeeper who came to clean and cook every other day.

Kyou even occupied Mochidzuki's bed, while he slept in the sofa. He refused to share the same bed with the sick because he didn't want to catch his illness. Or that was just an excuse to let Kyou had his rest properly.

Mochidzuki acted like the old kind and gentle Mochidzuki, plus the sex. Seeing this kindness, made Kyou wondered whether his threat over his family was only a joke. But he didn't dare to ask about it, afraid that if it wasn't; his family would end up on the street.

So, which Mochidzuki's faces were the real one?

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The Demon in My Room
 CHAPTERS  01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 • 09 • 10 • 11 • 12 • 13 • 14 • 15 • 16 [Final] •
 EXTRAS  a • b [End] •

Relationship between you and I
 CHAPTERS  01 • 02 • 03 • 04 • 05 • 06 • 07 • 08 •

A small big bear
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Mr. Detective and the sloppy young man
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3P [HaruhikoxMakotoxNatsuhiko]

The Bear and The Demon [KyouxMaou]

Nightmare [KyouxMaou]

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