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Time to Wait
The two sat across from each other in the school office, eyes bore into the other's as thoughts ran ramped through their mind. Both knew this secrecy had to end. It couldn't go on much longer, not since they were on the verge of getting caught. The two couldn't afford that and neither would ever be able to handle the consequences of society and the law.
The Russian stared at the neko-jin, looking him over again for the third time that day. "You have heard the rumors, have you not?" The Russian asked calmly, his arms and legs crossed, eyes on the young man. The neko-jin's hands gripped on the hem of the shirt he wore as he stared back to the older man. "Yes."
"They are finding out. We can't allow that." The Russian informed once again.
"I know." he answered meekly, knowing where this was going already.
The Russian uncrossed his arms and legs, got up and went infront of the younger man, sitting in front of him. He held out his arms to let the neko-jin in. The younger man did go into the man's arms and snuggled in them as the man embraced him. They stayed like this for awhile, silence surrounding them. They have been happy this long without interference and suspicions.
Now, though, things began to heat up between the two since the young man hit the age of sixteen and it has been hard to keep it under secrecy. They became more intimate, giving each other every little ounce of love and fulfilling every single sexual desire that they might have. They have been seeing each other outside the office of the school walls to the inside of the older man's house.
"I can't lose you, Ray. You've been the best thing I've had since my wife died. I can't lose you. Especially if I have to see you with some young guy and watch him have his hands all over you. I wouldn't be able to control myself from beating the person into the hospital." The older man said, his face in the neko-jin's hair and his arms around him, tightening after he said each word. Ray kept his head on his lover's chest as he listened to him quietly spurt out the words in his heart.
The Russian sighed then layed his head on the top of the other's. "I want you for myself, but I can't have you." He lifted his head off of Ray's and tilted his head to look up at him. "Ray, I am being watched by the cops. One of the teachers told the cops their suspicions of me being with a student that's only sixteen and I have been kept a good eye on. We can't be like this anymore. We are done with this relationship from now on." He released Ray and went back behind his desk then looked back at the student. "You may leave now."
"No." Ray said as he looked back at the older man. "I have yet to say what I need to say."
He glared at him. He hated when his lover, now ex-lover, got rebelious on him. "Then say it."
Ray sauntered up to him and pressed his body against the other's, wrapping his arms around the man's neck. "I won't let you go either, so if you expect you to go to some old hag then you got another thing coming. You won't belong to anyone, but me also. I belong to you, you belong to me. We may not be able to be with each other now, but that doesn't mean we can't be with together when I turn eighteen.Until then," Ray kissed him fully on the lips then continued, "I'm single so don't get too mad at me, Voltaire."
He then left Voltaire in the office standing there. Voltaire could only smirk at how Ray voiced his own words. "I've taught him well. Claim what you want and don't lose it. I've really taught him well." he said to himself as he sat in his chair, thinking of the day Ray will turn eighteen. That day will be very eventful, that's for sure...
End of drabble. I wanted to write something because I was bored so I did do something. Please review even if this is/ seems random.