Disclaimers: I do not own any of the characters or elements from either universe. They all belong to their respective owners, J.K. Rowling and Sunrise. I lay no claim to either franchise. This is purely written for my own and others' enjoyment and I make no money of it.
Summary: Another exchange student makes a declaration of love to Harry out of the blue. Who is this person and why does Harry feel a connection to him?
Pairing: Heero/Harry/Heero.
Warnings: Oneshot. SLASH. AU. (no Gundams and no magic) OOC. Bisexual Harry.
Author's note: This is another oneshot written as a try to relieve me of my writer's block when it comes to my longer stories.
Knowing Both the Sweet and the Cruel Memories
Part one
'Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.'
From the television show The Wonder Years
"I love you."
Harry stared. And he stared.
The raven haired young male felt his eyebrow twitch once. The remaining crowd who were still left in the lecture hall spilled out, passing him on the way. A few threw him glances, but most resumed their conversations and hurried away to make as much use of their allotted lunch time as possible; the girls to catch up on gossip, the guys to joke about the new professor. The lunch hour which Harry had been planning to also use well. The Thai restaurant he liked to go to were about a ten minute walk away and it was a popular one. He might have to wait another ten minutes, depending on the rush, before he even got a free table too. That left him with approximately forty minutes to get seated, fetch his food (it was a lunch buffet) and eat it with just enough time not to receive a stomach ache from rushing the food down. Excuse him for preferring to have time to actually enjoy the food. Five minutes of that time had already gone by now though, because of this unforeseen obstacle.
Harry felt his eyebrow twitch once more as he eyed the slightly smaller male standing before him. The guy was in the same class, as well as an exchange student like Harry, but probably from the US (Harry was from Great Britain himself) if you judged the accent alone. Were you to judge the looks however, Harry would place him from somewhere in Asia, maybe Korea or Japan. Though, all of that was irrelevant at the moment. What Harry wanted to know was; why was he standing in Harry's way, why was he glaring at him and why, oh why in the name of all mighty, did he just say he loved Harry? I mean, seriously, loved? And saying it with that face? Did he accidently mistake the word love with hate or something?
The object of Harry's incredulity had the nerve to just stand there, glaring at him and his back straight and stiff. Even his hands were hanging by his sides straight as arrows; only the guy's hair defied his all-around stiffness, a dark brown colored mop of hair that rebelled against gravity. It reminded Harry of his own bird's nest of a hairstyle, although his wasn't breaking the law of nature to the same extent. He absentmindedly wondered how much gel would take to tame the wild tresses.
Harry righted the band of his messenger bag, casting the student a dubious look, before he took a discreet step to the side and quickly bypassed the guy. If he hurried it he could still make it to the restaurant with twenty-five minutes left to eat his heart out. A hand grasped his right wrist and he ended up swinging around to face the guy again.
"Oi!" Harry let out in an affronted cry. And he had been trying to be nice too, and let the guy avoid any more unnecessary embarrassment by walking away and forgetting the whole thing, but, oh no. The guy was stupid enough to not grasp his generous offer.
The guy's eyes pierced his and Harry couldn't help the small freeze at the mere intensity of them.
"I love you." He repeated, and if anything his look became harsher than before. Harry was mildly impressed.
Was this guy off his rocker or something? Harry frowned at him, and then, shook his hand out of the other's grip and finally managed his quick escape, leaving the guy by the door to the lecture hall.
He could feel the guy's eyes drilling into the back of his neck all the way until Harry disappeared around a corner and out into the main hall. Out of sight Harry breathed a sigh and shook his head, slowing his step. He did his best to put the guy to the back of his mind and focus on getting food into his stomach. He'd lost enough time already.
As suspected, Harry spent the first half of the last lecture after lunch with an annoying stomach ache. Running back to the university right after the meal hadn't been a good idea, but necessary nonetheless if he didn't want to be tardy. He did his best to focus on the lecturer but the irregular thumping in his middle section made it hard to do so. The only positive aspect about the whole thing, since he was not in the mood, was that the grimace on his face caused the other people not to engage him in any silly mundane topics that he had no interest in. On the other side it was a shame since it had only been a month since he started at the university and so didn't know any people yet, besides his two roommates, that is. But better that than he ending up throwing away nasty comments just because his mood was in a dark pit at the moment. He didn't think that was the way to go when acquiring friends either.
Harry concentrated an irritated stare at the clock and inwardly cursed it for its slowness today. In the corner of his eye he had, from the start of the lecture, been made aware of a pair of eyes flicking his way every now and then at even intervals. His bad mood got even sourer at this and his inner cursing changed target to the owner of those eyes. It was that guy's bloody fault his tummy was in a knot. Harry duly and rightfully, in his opinion, ignored the eyes and felt a small childish satisfaction at it which he would deny straight away if ever asked.
Not feeling up to it anymore as his stomach decided to turn up the volume; Harry abandoned the lecture when there was barely fifteen minutes left and went straight home. As soon as he got home he threw his bag in the corner of his room and dumped himself on the bed for a nap. Hopefully he would sleep away the last duration of the stomach ache.
At the university the exchange students only have regular lectures on Mondays and Thursdays, and every Wednesday they have three hours of Swedish language class that is obligatory for most of the exchange students coming to study at the university. The exchange program lasts for the duration of six months and Harry had only on a whim applied for the program. Having only ever been inside the borders of the UK, Harry thought the chance to go abroad, even if only to Scandinavia, was an interesting enough opportunity. He didn't say no to the extra credit either .
Discovering that most of the country's population was pretty sufficient in the English language as well was a nice surprise. At least it simplified going shopping and communicating when he went out. He shared a flat with two other guys who were both of local origin. They were pleasant enough and he'd had no troubles with them so far. Well, maybe only that one of them had a tendency to forget his dirty laundry lying about in the shared bathroom.
After he'd woken up from his nap, in a considerably better mood, and reviewed his notes; Harry had been struck by curiosity and gone on the internet to check out the participators list for the course. He was going to try and see if he couldn't find out the name to that guy from earlier this day. He didn't have any memory of ever hearing the guy being addressed during lectures. But then the lecturer they'd had up till now didn't care much for roll calls. It was up to each student whether to make an appearance at the lectures and pass the assignments.
Finding the list after a few minutes of searching; Harry opened it into a separate window and began scanning it from top to bottom. Since he didn't have much to go on, except for the guy's Asian looks, he took the easy way and searched for any Asian looking names on the list. He went through the first part without finding any (surprisingly enough since the international business school had a large number of attending Asian exchange students), until he passed his own name and got to the last section. His fingers froze above the scroll button on the mouse. There. There it was, the only seemingly Asian name on the whole list, again surprisingly. Maybe because this was a freestanding history course courtesy of the teaching school?
'Yuy, Heero.'
Harry read the name and a pair of glaring eyes popped up inside his mind. His eyebrows drew together in a frown. Heero…where had he heard that name before? Bus as far as Harry knew, he didn't or hadn't known any Asians back in UK. He was interrupted by a knock on the door and, closing down the window, went to see what one of his roommates must want with him now.
The lady they had in the Swedish language class was an oddball to say the least; in the way how she always cheerily talked about the things she'd been up to in-between the classes while she passed around the attendance list for everyone to sign. Harry had the brief thought that last time he must have seen this guy's name on the list; hence he'd thought he'd seen or heard the name before, two days earlier, when checking the list on the internet.
While the teacher was in her own monologue about her two Bombay cats' recent mischief (the class wondering what relevance this had to the course); Harry took the time to discreetly eye the guy that were sitting at the second front row. Heero Yuy. Harry had deliberatively waited until the last minute to enter the lecture room to avoid ending up within eyesight again of the other student. He was going to take this lecture as an opportunity to switch their positions and observe the other more closely to see why Harry hadn't taken any notable attention of him before his, frankly quite sudden, confession.
He got his answer almost straight away; the guy was obviously a loner. The reason Harry had never really taken any notice of him before was because he never engaged in conversations or arguments during class and only typed, almost fervently, on his laptop. So, since Harry had never even spoken to the guy before this Monday (or rather Heero had sort of spoken to him), how the bloody hell did he come to the conclusion that he was in love with the British exchange student? Did Harry do something to warrant that response? No, he didn't think he had and he couldn't recollect anything from his time staying here that he could have done anything remotely close to provoke that reaction out of the other either.
Wait, had Yuy somehow found out he was bisexual? But how? Harry had never talked about it or even mentioned it in passing around the other students. Hell, he hadn't even flirted with any males since he got here so there was no way he could have known about Harry's sexual orientation.
Harry hadn't even gone on this program expecting to find a partner. Long distance relationships never worked out for him. He'd had a boyfriend from Edinburgh during his vacation there that had first started out as a summer fling. The relationship only lasted two months though after he left to go back to London again and they both ended up cheating on each other (who did it first didn't matter to him). They ended the relationship on equal understanding that it wouldn't work out for them both. Earlier in his teens he'd also had a redheaded girlfriend, living in Dublin, with a temper to match her hair. They ended up having spats whenever they saw each other when entering the third month of their relationship, and then making up so many times that it had almost become a habit (at least that part had been nice). Their last fall-out however ended up being the last straw after Harry, on a trip to surprise her, had found her out in the process of full out snogging with another guy on the doorstep to her flat. Well, that spelled the end of that one.
All in all, whether be it male or female, Harry hadn't had any good experiences with long distance and had come to the conclusion that he just wasn't cut out for it. He simply didn't have the patience and drive of hard work to keep it going. In that sense, he'd eventually started seeing himself as a lost case when it came to relationships in general. Maybe he was doomed to flings and one-night stands.
Harry flipped a page in his textbook and mumbled along with the others as the teacher made them repeat the phrases in various, not so, successful attempts at pronouncing the Swedish words. He offhandedly noted that Yuy wasn't participating in the practice, before the teacher then split them into groups to go and practice their pronunciation. Perhaps sensing Harry's lingering eyes on him, Yuy turned around as he stood up from his seat to look back at the raven haired male. Harry averted his eyes before their gazes met and pretended he hadn't just been openly observing the Asian. And why did he avert his eyes anyway? He hadn't meant to but he had done it automatically. He followed his group out of the classroom and was aware of the stare that trailed after him.
Harry didn't see Yuy any more that day. The teacher had gone around to all the groups and after hearing them out, let them go on home for the day. He had half expected the other student to search him out again after the lecture but he went without crossing paths with Yuy.
Maybe, he thought, the guy had gotten the hint and left him alone.
Next day and lecture however he was yet again standing in front of a glaring Yuy. Although this time he hadn't even made it out of the lecture hall before the Asian male's shadow was looming over him. Harry paused in his collecting of his notebook and pencils to throw an upwards glance at the guy, their eyes locking for a second, before he went back to stuffing his things down into his bag.
"I love you." Yuy said.
Harry's eyebrow twitched with annoyance, but then he replaced it with a thoughtful frown. If his instincts were right, then if he didn't do something about this situation now then Yuy would probably be on his tail for the rest of his stay here. The guy certainly seemed like the stubborn enough type to follow through with such an endeavor.
"Why?" He asked.
Yuy's glare faltered slowly; a flash of confusion showing in his eyes. Well, well, looks like he hadn't expected to be questioned, Harry observed with some interest.
"Why?" Harry repeated. "Surely, if you suddenly tell me you love me, I deserve to know why?" The raven haired male reasoned.
"That is, reasonable." Yuy answered after his confusion had settled somewhat, but he still seemed a bit unsure.
Harry raised his eyebrows in expectation, looking at the male as said male clutched the belt to his bag that went over his chest while he adopted a thoughtful frown. Harry took the moment while Yuy decided what to say to take in the guy's appearance more closely; you know when the guy wasn't outright glaring at him and all. It obviously hadn't been a priority the first time Yuy spoke to him, but now he suddenly felt an interest to do so. Yuy, he realized first, didn't seem to care that much about his appearance. His clothes weren't dirty or sloppy per se, but it was obvious the male didn't put down much effort in keeping track of latest fashion trends and such. Not that Harry was particularly into fashion himself anyway. But, the guy was wearing yellow sneakers, yellow(!), light faded jeans and a laundry faded navy blue t-shirt above a green shirt. It certainly didn't help him to give him notice from other people or make them throw him a second glance.
Although, as Harry looked closer, the guy wasn't actually that bad looking when bypassing the attire that is. Quite fine-looking actually, in a quirky and awkward way.
"Uhm…"
Harry's eyes were drawn back to Yuy's face that looked down at him with slight hesitance.
"…I like how hardworking you are, how, how serious and smart you are when speaking your opinions in class."
Harry blinked once in surprise, he'd almost expected the guy to say he liked him because of his looks. He didn't mean to brag, but most were first attracted to his appearance. As long way back he could remember, people seldom approached him because of his personality (which some would describe studiously dull at times) but rather how tight his bum was. It was rare someone bothered taking a closer look at the content, if it wasn't to take a closer one of the content in his trousers that is.
"Hmm." Harry smiled crookedly. He was getting more interested in the guy despite earlier having decided he was simply going to brush him off. "It has nothing to do with my handsome features then?" He teased.
Yuy replied with his cheeks tinting with a barely noticeable pink hue. Harry had to clamp his teeth together to keep from snickering. The color wasn't complimenting at all in contrast to his darker skin tone, but still cute in that awkward way of his.
Harry rested his chin in one hand and grinned again.
"Let's go on a date then." He said, feeling an urge to see the guy's reaction and then enjoying Yuy's shocked face.
"…Alright." Yuy replied later, half-dazedly.
"Excellent!" Harry's grin grew in size. "This Friday then, I'll meet you outside school at seven."
"Okay." Yuy mumbled.
Harry rose from his seat, pulling on his bag on his shoulder and leaving a still confused and dazed Yuy in his wake.
The invitation had been an act of impulse on Harry's part, but it wasn't every day (never actually) that he was approached by someone like this. Who knows it might be fun, and he still had the option of brushing the other off. Harry thought he was being nice when he offered to go on a date and had he not found the guy a bit cute he might not even have given the guy that chance. Yuy wasn't his type; he liked more outgoing persons that were able to keep up with him, had humor and had an appearance that was at least pleasing to the eye. Yuy was far from these qualifications, although his face wasn't half-bad, and he had triggered Harry's interest.
Harry spent Thursday's lecture enjoying watching Yuy squirm in his seat whenever Harry would look at him for a longer period. Harry felt his mouth stretch with hidden amusement when Yuy tried to sneak a look at him from over his shoulder, only for their eyes to meet, causing his eyes to widen before tearing them away to the front of the class again. The most interesting part was how Yuy rubbed his ears in embarrassment; making Harry aware of the pink coloration of the tips of his ears.
Harry thought of mentioning it to the guy after the lecture was over, but then decided to spare him when they were still in school. The lecture came to an end and the other student packed his things in his bag and then was half way out of the room before Yuy suddenly halted, causing a few students to look at him annoyed when they had to go around him. Yuy threw an insecure frown in Harry's direction; as if suddenly uncertain he ought to wait for the British student. His eyes widened when he noticed Harry's crooked grin and he had to hold in his chuckles when Yuy tore his eyes away and marched out of the room, almost tripping on the doorstep in the process.
Harry held the back of his hand to his face to shield the amused grin and excused himself from the group of students that asked him if he wanted to join them for a cup of coffee (probably as he seemed to be in a better mood today). The people in this country drank all too much coffee Harry thought to himself, like it was water really, and Harry preferred tea to coffee any time. He politely declined the offer and spent the time on his way home pondering over the curious expectance he was feeling.
Harry spent nearly ten minutes hiding behind a decorative stone wall that sat on the campus grounds while observing Yuy fiddling nervously with the sleeves of his (new?) red and grey shirt. The guy had on grey shorts and he had, thankfully, exchanged the dreadful mustard colored tennis shoes for some simple light grey cotton summer shoes. A closer inspection gave Harry the suspicion the whole attire was new since they didn't seem washed out at all. The raven haired male smiled lightly at the fact that Yuy had gone the trouble of buying new clothes for the date. He actually looked quite decent and presentable now. It was weird how Harry quickly found himself forgetting about his initial annoyance with the guy and exchanging it with thoughts of cuteness, since it was a first for him to think another guy cute even though he was bisexual.
He hadn't meant to be early but he had unconsciously found himself showered, dressed, sitting on the bus and then getting off at the bus stop with fifteen minutes to spare before the scheduled time. Not wanting to seem eager or something, because that would show the other how interested Harry actually was, he had found himself sitting down on the wooden bench behind the stone wall to wait. Then his eyes had caught Yuy's figure waiting outside the University entrance. Surprised to find out the guy had arrived even earlier than Harry himself, he ended up unconsciously spying on the exchange student while he waited for the clock to pass the mark of five minutes after seven. That would be an okay time for him to show up he reasoned. He'd make Yuy squirm a little first.
Yuy was fidgeting slightly on the spot, and Harry could see even from his position the telltale signs of stiffness in the other's posture and the nervous wringing of the hands and sleeve fabric. When the clock was near ten past Harry rose from his seat and stepped out, starting up a walk and if anything looking like he'd just arrived. The sounds of his approaching steps alerted Yuy to his prescence and he noticed when the disappointment in the other's eyes was exchanged with relief. He felt guilty for his intentional delay for all of a short moment before pushing it away and exchanging it with a small grin.
"Hey." He said, flashing a charming smile, and noted how the guy forced himself to quit tugging at his sleeve from his nervousness.
"Hi." Yuy responded without the expected stammer, managing to compose himself rather well. Harry shoved down the initial pout at the lack of reaction and the missing embarrassed flushed cheeks.
"Shall we?" Harry motioned with his hand and turned his steps towards the city central, aware of how Yuy kept himself two paces exactly behind him.
A few times earlier that day Harry had found himself questioning his actions towards Yuy. He didn't have any plans of actually hooking up with the guy and even he thought it was perhaps somewhat cruel to be stringing the guy along like that. Though, he tried to smooth it over with his conscious that he was just going to let the guy have his little date and a small chat. He'd just tell Yuy at the end of the date that he didn't think it was going to work out between them and leave it at that. No major harm done.
As they strolled down the shopping street, Harry felt himself growing a little annoyed with the guy walking that far behind him. It didn't exactly give Harry a natural opening to try and strike up a conversation with the young man now did it? He rolled his eyes to the heavens, the action going unnoticed, before stopping at their destination.
Yuy, also coming to a stop behind him, cast him a glance before looking around at their surroundings. They were standing outside a small café mashed in-between a bookstore and a bank. Not waiting Harry made his way inside and was satisfied when Yuy dutifully followed him, almost like little puppy. He snickered to himself at the mental image.
"Hej! Vad vill ni beställa?" A blonde girl behind the counter looked up and flashed Harry a bright smile.
Harry returned it with a wide one of his own.
"Hello, well first off, I'd like a cup of tea, Earl Grey, please. Then perhaps a cinnamon bun."
"Oh, yes, one cup of tea and a cinnamon bun. Anything else?" The girl replied, easily enough switching languages while she punched on the keys to the register.
Harry looked over his shoulder at Yuy with an expectant look.
"Just coffee, black." Came the low and simple reply.
Harry just shrugged his shoulders and had a smile back in place.
"You heard the guy."
The girl rang the order up and turned her back to them to prepare their beverages and snack. Two steaming cups were placed on a red tray to accompany the rolled bread and pushed across the counter.
"That will be 48 crowns."
Harry had already picked up his wallet, pulled out his credit card and slotted it into the machine before Yuy noticed and could offer a protest.
"You don't-I can pay for myself." He hurried to say, sounding almost indignant about Harry paying for him.
"No, no, don't worry about it."
"But,-"
Harry sighed at the insistent protest. I mean, it was just a cup of coffee.
"Alright, if it bothers you, just buy me a cup in school sometime." He nonchalantly shooed the objection out of his path, pleased when Yuy finally backed down.
Taking the tray in hand, Harry led the two of them up a flight of stairs to the second floor and intentionally chose a more secluded corner where they wouldn't be disturbed all too much by the other guests.
Sitting down Harry took a sip out of the hot drink, rolling the liquid on his tongue before swallowing. Across him Yuy stared at his cup of coffee, obviously still feeling apprehensive about Harry paying for it and didn't look like he was going to talk anytime soon. Harry felt his inner self sigh and concluded that if they were going to get any conversation going then he had to initiate it himself.
"So, what did you do today?" He asked, taking another long sip.
Harry fixed his eyes on the slightly shorter male, watching the young man as he finally reached out to pull the cup into his two hands.
"I studied."
"All day?"
Yuy tilted his head carefully.
"More or less." He answered, his voice a bit thick and eyes a bit sketchy.
Harry hummed under his breath, throwing a glance out at the other tables, watching a mixed group of people laughing merrily on the other side of the floor. They looked dressed for clubbing and were probably soon headed for an apartment party in the neighborhood. He kind of wished he could go with them; maybe find himself a fun fling for the evening after he was done with Yuy. Yuy himself was still keeping his eyes stubbornly on the tabletop. Kind of rude really, but then again he supposed he could excuse the guy because it was the result of his nerves.
"Which country did you come from?"
"America."
Yuy took his first sip of the black liquid. Harry ignored his slight frown in distaste of the damned beverage. He'd wished Yuy wouldn't be another coffee drinker but he supposed his wish had been for naught.
"My guess was right then." Harry swirled the teaspoon around. "I'd thought so. Where are you from originally?"
Yuy shifted in his seat.
"Father's an American while my mother is Japanese, but I've lived all my life in America."
Ah, so he was only half Asian? Interesting, well, that certainly explained the clear cobalt blue eyes, and Yuy was giving him longer sentences as well. That certainly was an improvement conversation wise.
"I suppose you can pretty much guess where I'm from originally." Harry said, plastering on a smile.
"You're British." Yuy stated matter-of-factly.
Harry laughed softly at the prompt answer.
"Yes, I imagine my accent is a dead giveaway if anything. Not to mention my preference for tea, should clue anyone in that are still left unsure." He said airily, holding up said cup of tea meaningfully.
Harry's smile widened when he saw the corner if Yuy's mouth quirk upwards and finally those blue eyes looked up through the tousled fringe to glance at the raven haired young man before him.
"So," Harry said slowly, swirling his tea lazily. "What brings you here to this little country in the north besides to study?"
Harry raised an eyebrow when Yuy's fingers slipped once against the cup before grasping the handle properly.
"Just an opportunity, to see new things, I guess?" Yuy replied, but didn't sound all too sure about his reasons himself. How peculiar.
Harry could sense there was more to it but let it slip, not like it was any of his business if Yuy wanted to tell him the true reasons or not. Although it still annoyed him a bit, strangely enough.
"What about you?"
The returned question brought Harry out of his thoughts and he placed his chin in his hand in thought. So the guy was capable of keeping a semi conversation going after all. Well in that case, Harry ought to reward the little puppy.
"Never been out of the UK, so I thought it would be a good chance to get out of dreary old England for some new scenery. Maybe gain a new perspective on things." He added with a murmur.
He had started to grow bored with England lately, feeling a bit cramped in his surroundings. When his home university offered this exchange program he was one of the first ones to sign up for it.
Yuy nodded diminutively. Harry's eyes followed as the man's finger traced along the brim of the cup.
"It's nice to get away for a while, you know, a small break you could say."
"You don't like it in England?" Yuy asked him. Seemed like the guy was warming up, loosing some of that tension in his shoulders.
Harry eyed him and thought about the question.
"Yes, and no?" He said, pondering it. "Can't say I outright dislike the country, I did grow up there, but it has gotten a bit dreary lately. Part of the reason I came here I suppose."
"A change of scenery." Yuy repeated Harry's previous words.
"Yes." Harry sent the other young man a small smile, his deep green eyes taking in the other. Why was he talking about that with this guy? Yuy didn't need to know these things about Harry.
Yuy was still looking nervous, but at least he was gradually relaxing the further they came into the conversation. Harry eyed the man, a sudden idea popping up and he debated shortly with himself before coming to a decision.
"What are your plans for tonight?"
The question was innocent enough, the motive behind it, not as much.
"After this?" Yuy asked him with a frown. "I was going to study for the seminar…" He trailed off, blue eyes widening as Harry leaned forward onto the table.
Harry was giving the half Japanese young man a mischievous and gleaming look.
"Drink up, and then let's go have some proper fun."
The music was loud and the beat thumping harshly throughout the place. The bass sent delicious shock waves through Harry's body and the floor vibrated under his feet. People were absolutely everywhere, dancing, hot, sweaty and many highly inebriated. It had been a spur of the moment thing, dragging the poor exchange student into a nightclub. A bloody nightclub, o fall things this certainly wasn't up Yuy's alley. He'd expected the other to decline, or refuse the invitation really. He figured this was definitively not Yuy's scene, but the other outright surprised Harry when he actually accepted with a determined look in his eyes. Maybe he'd underestimated the guy?
Looking at him now though, huddled behind a table in the corner, it was pretty obvious to him that the guy must have begun to regret following along with Harry. Yuy was doing his best to keep away from the crowding people, a mission impossible, while at the same time keep close to the British male. Easier said than done, when there were not a small amount of people all together crowded in the club. Yuy was looking highly uncomfortable, although he did his best to hide it. It made Harry impressed with the young man's determination to stay with him. Harry had thought the other would simply excuse himself for the evening and go back home. He had actually counted on it, but now he was starting to wonder about the actual extent of Yuy's feelings for him. He had said he loved Harry, but the British male had figured it was just an infatuation, a crush. Maybe he ought to just call it all off and get Yuy out of here and put an end to his suffering before this experience turned into a bad memory.
Alright, he'll let Yuy out of here. But first he was entitled to one drink and it would be a shame to have paid the entrance fee without having at least one.
Knowing Yuy would follow him; Harry threw the guy a glance before making his way over to the bar and finding a spot at the end where he called for the bartender´s attention. Yuy slipped in on his left, his face creased in a nervous frown and constantly sending apprehensive glances at all the people around them. The other male was almost touching Harry's side in an attempt to stay close to him and Harry couldn't help grinning inwardly at this. A small pitiful puppy indeed.
Flagging down the bartender, Harry leaned forward to shout in the guy's ear.
"Two licorice shots!"
The answer was a nod and two shot glasses was dumped and filled to the brim on the top. Harry pushed one of the glasses towards Yuy who immediately started to shake his head.
Harry leaned in close and shouted similarly into Yuy's ear. The other male went stiff as Harry's breath wafted against the skin.
"Why not?"
"I-I don't drink." Yuy's voice was barely audible over the noise and Harry probably wouldn't have heard it if they weren't standing close together.
"Come on, just this one. Live a little." Harry coaxed and couldn't resist blowing out another puff of air to see if he could elicit a more interesting reaction from the poor guy.
Yuy shivered, their cheeks brushing lightly against each other as Harry withdrew, picking up the shot and holding it out to the flustered young man. The glass was eyed hesitantly, eyebrows creasing into a hard frown and Harry was about to retract it when Yuy's hand came out and took it. Harry watched with slight disbelief as the other took the whole glass in one go, of course resulting into a serious of harsh coughs as the alcohol burned its' way down his throat. Would this guy never cease to amaze him?
Harry laughed and downed his own drink, handling the effects much better than his companion.
"You want another one?" He asked and grinned at the half-scared look that flashed briefly in the other's features.
"One was enough." Yuy croaked.
I can see that, Harry thought amusedly.
"Maybe later." He amended and chuckled at Yuy's expression. Oh, this was turning into more fun than he'd first thought it would be. He wondered how far he could actually torment the other before he had enough. Was it worth it to try to see how far he could actually go in his teasing?
Yuy was leaning on the bar top with his elbows, trying to catch his breath. Harry observed his flushed cheeks and the closed eyes, letting the guy have a moment to compose himself.
"Come on." Harry said, grabbing a hold of Yuy's arm and guiding him to the far side of the room where he'd just spotted a few recently vacated seats.
He felt Yuy twitch but he didn't pull his arm out of Harry's hold.
The shorter male sank gratefully into the cushioned bench behind the table, most likely appreciating the table acting as a safety wall in-between him and the rest of the people there. Harry slid onto the bench from the other side and was delighted to see the blush spreading out on Yuy's cheeks at their close proximity, the tips of his ears soon following the same fate as his cheeks. Harry was intrigued. He was actually starting to think about what could happen if he actually decided to further encourage Yuy. There was no mistaking it now that the guy must have it bad for Harry. He saw that now, with how Yuy's nervous twitching of the hands pulled at his shorts and how his eyes again and again flicked in Harry's direction, more than once going down over the British young man's chest and lean legs. Harry raised an eyebrow when he caught Yuy's eye and almost chuckled out laud when he tore his eyes away. That is, all for a short moment before he was back to sneaking glances again. Harry's grin grew wider and he bowed to the urge to touch lightly with the back of his fingers across Yuy's left arm. He could feel the goose bumps despite the heat in the club. Encouraged when Yuy didn't pull away, Harry traced his fingertips teasingly down, tripping softly across the knuckles. He traced back up and tried to hide the large smirk that threatened to break out as he noticed dark blue eyes following his fingers' journey with rapt attention.
Growing bold, Harry leaned in, his chest coming into contact with Yuy's shoulder and raised his hand to trace his fingertips at the nape of the guy's neck. It was amusing to see the other's struggle between being stiff and shivering. He looked like he really wanted to turn his head towards Harry, but was hesitant as well as Harry breathed small puffs along the golden tanned skin below his ear. Harry was having far too much fun with this. He really ought to stop now before it got out of hand. Because it was definitively slowly getting out of hand. Was he even prepared for the consequences that were sure to follow if he gave in to his growing urges? This wouldn't be just a fling, at least not for Yuy, who was one of Harry's course mates and if things went sour between them he'd had to live through it for the rest of his stay here. And he could bet that it wasn't going to be pleasant.
Was it even right of him to take advantage of Yuy in this way? Sure, it might have started out as teasing and he'd had no intentions in the beginning to give the other any further encouragement or indication that this could eventually turn into a relationship. Hadn't he already made the decision to make it clear to Yuy that Harry had no intentions of that happening? That he had no romantic interest in him whatsoever? Right? Alright, he'd admit to slight attraction now, but that was all it was and he had no intentions of acting or going further than this.
But then why was Harry slowly brushing his lips against Yuy's neck while his fingers roved through the guy's tousled tresses? Why was he feeling excitement growing at the small sounds coming out of the young man's mouth as he licked or nipped the heated skin? And why, was his other hand slowly but surely finding its way to Yuy's crotch? This had not been part of the original plan, far from it. What the bloody hell was he doing? He had to stop, right now, before the situation became unsalvageable and he wound up causing Yuy undue harm and hurting the guy's feelings. If he pulled away now Yuy would probably still be a bit hurt, but he'd get eventually get over it. That is if he pulled away now.
He cursed himself for his lack of control as his hand found a growing bulge beneath the grey shorts, giving it a squeeze and guiltily taking pleasure out of the strangled low moan the action caused. Yuy's hand came up and tried to push the hand away weakly.
"There's," The guy breathed in. "There's people here."
Harry should've been thankful for Yuy's intervention, should've taken the opportunity to remove himself from the other guy, but yet again he felt his emotions taking control of his mind and overruling his rapidly failing logic.
"Let's get out of here." He heard himself say, his voice strained and a bit breathless, mightily pulling Yuy up from the seat and guiding them out of the club.
Continuation and end in the second and last part.
