Title: Love at first sight

Rating: M

Disclaimer: Characters are not mine.

~oOo~

Chapter 1

Rata-rata, rata-rata. The sound of the train's continuous rattling echoed in the stifling hot and overly crowded train. The peak hour is upon the early commuters of Macomb city and many of them are perspiring and uncomfortable with the morning silence that accompanied the trip made in the trains- the kind of silence that makes you feel that anyone is looking at everyone.

Among them is a boy eighteen years of age with milky chocolate brown hair and equally brown eyes that has a hue of golden to them, a delicate nose, full lips and high cheekbones on his way to school. He's clad in a green jumper with the school crest on it just above his heart. Under that jumper he wore a white collared shirt and the collar was sticking out. From the waist down he wore loose, black jeans that matched the dark, forest green of his school uniform. One of the perks of being in a private school of Macomb is that the students are allowed to dress however they want as long as they don their school jumper and shirt which comes with the customary school crest to show loyalty to their school.

Fanning himself with his hands to keep away the heat, he leaned on the cool glass panel that divides the seats into sections hoping that the coolness of it will eventually seep through his clothes to cool his heated skin. 'Seriously, why is it so crowded and hot in here?' he questioned himself still praying his perspiration will stay at a minimum level so he won't drench his shirt in sweat and stunk before school even started. He clutched his heavy backpack in his other free hand not wanting to squash it against the glass panel. Turning to look out the window to distract himself from the heat, he surveyed the scenery with those inquisitive brown eyes. He was so caught up in his staring he did not notice a presence come up behind him.

The brunette didn't suspect a thing when a hand came to rest upon the glass panel, thinking that the person needed to hold onto it to keep his balance. Even when the hand came suspiciously closer and lower to reach him he still did not see it. He realized too late that something or someone was rubbing him in the wrong place. Some idiot had the nerve to molest him in public when he was feeling much too hot no less. Turning to give the person a piece of his mind quietly so as not to cause a scene in the train, he found he could not move when his zipper to his jeans was pulled down.

"Don't look behind. Just continue to look out the window, boy." A gruff voice sounded behind him, giving his gender away to the brunette who stood stock still. His hand went into his jeans and it started rubbing the brunette's manhood through his boxers, an erection forming immediately. Still obeying the order, he continued looking out the window not daring to look back to show his embarrassed, flushed face. 'Damn pride!' The hand increased the speed of his stroking and the brunette fought to keep his breathing even and his moans at bay. Leaning more forcefully on the glass panel, he clutched his bag tighter till his knuckles turned white in an effort to stay silent. 'I'm getting excited over this? Stupid body, calm down and listen to my brain damn it!'

"Hah…hah-ngh…hah…d-dammit…s-s-stop…hah-hah…mm"

"Heheh. Why? You like it don't you; I have proof in my hands. So hard aren't you; don't you touch yourself often? You're so sensitive and I only stroked a few times."

The brunette felt a stinging sensation behind his eyes, a tell tale sign that he was about to cry. 'Dammit don't cry! Why am I crying? I should be defending myself!' His mind ranted on but on the outside he was barely able to hold in his pleasurable moans and groans, still looking outside the window.

"D-dammit…hah-mm-hah…when I g-get c-c-control…s-soon…hah-ngh-mm-hah…" his threat left hanging unable to say anymore being too caught up in this unwanted pleasure. There was still a few more minutes left to reach the next train station and the brunette thought the minutes seemed like hours. He would be getting off at the next station and what then? The other passengers will notice his red face and heavy breathing and most of all, his predicament when the doors open.

Just when he was panicking in his mind on how to get away unnoticed, the hand stroking him stilled. He wanted to turn around and look at the man quizzically to see what made him stop-not that he was complaining he was grateful.

"Excuse me but could you not touch the student from my school." A low melodic albeit husky voice sounded from behind him. From the direction of the voice, the brunette could tell the new person stood just next to his tormentor. This comment was said softly but because of the silence in the train, it carried over the other commuters causing whispers to erupt. 'Shit. Now everyone knows, how embarrassing!' A thump sounded as the brunette hit his head against the metallic door of the train, followed soon by the ziiip sound of his zipper. His red face reflected on the metal door shows not only relief but also embarrassment at having been caught being molested.

The train came to a stop soon after and the doors slid open. In his haste to escape from the nightmare he just experienced, he didn't look back to thank his saviour or notice that his identity card fell from his jeans pocket. Walking out of the train, Yamato Ishida sported a smirk at seeing the flustered face of the victim, holding a card in his hands he had just picked up from the floor before it got trampled by the passengers boarding and alighting the train in a hurry to get to wherever they were supposed to. Looking down at the card in his hand, a picture showed a boy with chocolate brown hair and the most expressive eyes he had ever seen smiling up at him. Yagami Taichi was the boy's name and he lived in Macomb Street 83; not that he didn't already know because Yamato was his neighbour and often saw him outside his house playing football on the road. The card revealed all the information an identity card was supposed to show and he memorized them quickly-not a difficult feat for him really when one is president of student council and needs to take note of important notices in the meeting throughout the year. He smirked at his treasure and ransom.

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Taichi stared down at the crowded courtyard below in boredom and slight apprehension. Today was his first day back to school from the long holidays and he this year would be his second year. As per tradition on the first day of school the whole student body would need to assemble on the courtyard and listen to the principal and president's "Welcome back" speech. After that they would be dismissed to their new homeroom class where they would acquaint themselves with their new classmates and homeroom teacher. From there lessons would resume as per normal.

After awhile of staring into space, he lied on his back on the ground, looking up at the clear, blue sky. His thoughts started drifting to the incident this morning. His saviour was obviously someone from his school. He just hoped that whoever it was wouldn't spread it around and complicate things. He was already mortified as it is having just one person whom he might see everyday knowing. He would just die if the whole school knew. 'Stupid sky, clearly rubbing it in my face how untroubled it is being so high and untouchable.' He closed his eyes then, trying to relax and bury his horrible morning to the back of his mind.

He didn't notice the door to the roof being opened.

Yamato opened the door to the roof, frowning when the screeching noise it made from all the accumulated rust grated on his ears. Students are never allowed on the roof so it does make sense that the door had rusted due to limited use of it. Stepping out onto the sun lit roof, he looked up at the azure sky, feeling the wind rustle his hair. The roof is his favourite place in the school because nobody came here. It gave him peace and quiet from the hectic school life that he had to govern. Walking up to the edge of the roof, he didn't notice a body on the floor until he heard a loud yelp of surprise and pain.

"Ouch! What the fuck? Watch where you're stepping! I was resting down here!"

Yamato, startled by the outburst, looked down to give the student a piece of his mind about sleeping on the rooftop and that they shouldn't even be on the rooftop in the first place, silenced himself when he caught sight of the most expressive, angry brown eyes.

"Aren't you gonna say sorry?" Taichi asked angrily, standing up from the ground and leaned into Yamato's personal space, shoving his face right up to Yamato's. He had to stand on his tippy-toes however because he was a shorter than the blond.

Yamato smirked at this fortunate turn of events. Now he had his prize cornered in his territory.

"I don't need to apologize you shouldn't even be here. School rule is that you never set foot on the roof. Didn't you read your handbook?"

"You stepped on me! And no I couldn't give a fuck to read the damn thing. It's just a waste of trees if you ask me.

Yamato smirked even wider at his reasoning and attitude. With an attitude like that, he would have to watch him more often. He could be a potential rebel. This year is going to be interesting.

"Anyway aren't you going to thank me for saving you?" Yamato asked slyly.

Taichi's face flushed with embarrassment. So consumed with embarrassment and anger he did the only thing he could in defence: he lashed out at Yamato.

Yamato caught the fist easily, being used to fighting with the school's delinquents. Yes even though Macomb private boys' school is a prestigious one, every school needs to have at least a handful of delinquents and rebels. He flashed his deadly smirk that had Taichi glaring back defiantly. That smirk and glint in the blond's eyes didn't mean anything good. However he refused to react to it. He pulled his hand free from the blond's grip and dashed for the door. He could shout for joy at having made it to the door and yanking it open to escape the blond…

"BANG!"

…Only to have it slamming back in place with a final bang. Yamato turned the small but athletic brunette to face him and trapped him in between the door and himself. He pinned the brunette's hands above his head and leaned down to whisper in his ear.

"Now what's the rush? All I asked for was a thank you. Is that so hard to say?" Yamato licked the shell of his victim's ear and felt him shudder beneath him. He smirked again and continued down the expanse of his neck. Through the licking and sucking he was receiving, Taichi struggled to stand. He was trembling too much although he was trying his hardest to control his body's spasms.

"You bastard…hah-hah…l-let me g-go…ahh-hah-mm…"Taichi struggled to free himself but his traitorous body couldn't get enough of the pleasure he was experiencing. 'Great, just now it's in the train and now this!' Panting, his eyes and mind clouded with lust from the pleasure, he didn't notice his hands being set free and they now lay by the side of the door, gripping the thing to keep him grounded.

Yamato continued licking and sucking the brunette's neck relishing the taste of him and giving him hickeys. He couldn't hide his own excitement as he grinded into the brunette moaning and panting loudly beneath him. He slipped the jumper off the lean frame of his uke-to-be and unbuttoned the shirt revealing a toned stomach and more tan skin for him to sample. Taichi gasped and moaned as the blond licked his right nipple and tweaked the other between his thumb and index finger, trembling all over. His hard on returned and his jeans became too tight. He gripped the door even tighter to keep standing.

Yamato unbuttoned the jeans Taichi wore and slipped his hands inside, immediately rubbing and stroking forcefully. Taichi cried out and fell having been stimulated so suddenly, bringing the blond down with him. The blond chuckled huskily, loving the expression on Taichi's face.

"You really are weak to pleasure like the man said earlier. This is only foreplay and you're already dripping profusely with pre-cum."

"S-shut up!…hah hah-ahh-ngh!"

"Heheh, I am your saviour. You owe me for saving you."

"I…ahh…am not a hah-ahh…toy!…s-stop r-r-rubbing th-there…"

By now, Taichi was naked on the roof with Yamato in between his legs. He gasped and threw his head back when Yamato thumbed his slit and almost came from such a simple stimulant. He never reacted this strongly to pleasure before despite what the old man and this Yamato thought. He didn't remember the overpowering lust consuming everything when he pleasures himself. "Guess doing it yourself and having someone doing it for you makes all the difference."

Yamato leaned down and licked the head of his dick, Taichi screaming his lungs out. 'Oh fuck, oh fuck!' He chanted in his head while gasping and moaning when the blond bit on the underside of it. Licking to the base, Yamato played with his sac simultaneously, causing Taichi to throw his head back and hit it against the door. He cursed in such a colourful language and it caused the blond to chuckle, sending vibrations throughout his body. Taichi's toes kept curling and his hands kept up a tight hold on Yamato's jumper. He tried bucking up to get more of the pleasure he was feeling but a strong hold on his hips stopped him from moving. He whined not getting what he wanted, needed.

When Yamato deep throated him, which was his undoing, he came inside the blond's mouth, Yamato drinking greedily. He lapped up Taichi's cum and cleaned his manhood with his tongue. Taichi still shivered and panted heavily on the floor. He could not believe what had happened! He had never experienced anything like that before and he felt so weak but oddly contented now. He was tempted to curl up on the floor and sleep the rest of the day away and was about to do that when he remembered he wasn't alone. The blond above him shifted and he looked up, his eyes immediately clearing, taking in the blond's features. All of a sudden his anger flared up and he grabbed his clothes to cover himself.

"You bastard, what did you do to me?" he forced out the words between tightly gritted teeth.

"Haven't you experienced a blowjob before?"

Taichi's flush came back full force when just now it had died down to a pink tinge. He spluttered and flailed about trying to say a comeback. Yamato laughed at his red face and his lousy attempt to hide himself. He obviously hadn't experienced something so good in his life before. That made Yamato swell up with pride knowing he was the first to give him a blowjob. Only one thought ran in his mind: 'so cute and he's all mine!'

The intercom sounded and an announcement can be heard.

"President Ishida please report to the council room immediately, thank you."

Yamato sighed and looked down at his companion. He had a look of disbelief on his face. Obviously he knew he was the president from the way he sighed.

"I have to go. Oh I almost forgot." He pulled out a pink identity card and flashed it at the still dazed Taichi. He looked at the photo of himself and made a lunge for it only to catch air and smack his face on the tiled floor, his butt sticking up for the world to see.

"Nope, if you want your card back meet me at the back gate after school." With that said, Yamato walked out the door, throwing an amused smirk in the brunette's direction.

"What I don't want to meet you after school!" Taichi's whine went unheard as the door clicked close, leaving him confounded on the rooftop. Only the first day of school and he already made trouble for himself.

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AN: Well it's a first for me writing a story like this. If you read my other stories they are predominantly action/fantasy with only slight romance. I find this story becoming too fluffy for me=/