sooo it continues.
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The man followed Shion home, but that didn't stop his skepticism. The college student acted like they had known eachother for years and took no hesitation to tell him everything about where he lived, where he went to school, and who he was.
The man should have been furious at such stupidity, but he couldn't find it in himself to glare because he was soaked in a heavy downpour, and had a soft hand leading him somewhere to patch him up after saving his life.
To say he was in shock was an understatement. He turned faintly red and bowed his head, stepping over the curb and walking through the parkinglot.
"Isn't this weather beautiful?" Shion asked, laughing as he took one last look at the sky. He let go of the man's hand and closed his eyes, extending his arms as the rain hit him.
The man took in the sight of this unusual stranger, and his eyes softened their look as he smiled with gratitude.
Shion opened his eyes and sighed as his bangs stuck to his face and his white shirt clung to his body.
The man noted how he was thin, but beautiful.
His brown hair was nothing too special, but somehow he had something about him that made him different.
Ringing out his soaked cardigan on the front step, Shion looked back, laughing as he took the man's hand again and said "I hope you don't mind. I couldn't just let you walk away from me after that,"
The man shook his head.
"It's alright," he said, before looking around in shock. Shion had lived in an expensive complex, and guessing by the location, he wondered if he was also attending the EU.
The lobby's guests were all conservatively dressed and oozing wannabe safistication, and they took no time hiding their upturned nose as the two passed them by.
The man became uneasy and was about to yank his hand back. A thought crossed his mind and through his infatuation, he failed to realize that he could end up being the punchline to a cruel joke, or that this Shion character was out to do him in.
He could get robbed, or beaten... or worse.
He had paled considerably, and Shion only ran his thumb over his hand as he looked back and said "We're here."
The man looked up through wet bangs to see the apartment number.
Somehow his inner musings on his own demise had passed enough time to get them to a fourth floor.
He was in awe with his own blindness, and silently thanked Shion for jumping out at him while the bus was coming. He didn't want to admit that he'd become such a slow thinker, and he blamed- that wasn't important.
The man stepped inside the warm home as he let go of Shion's hand, taking in the sight of everything around him.
There was a bookshelf on strictly Ecology, which he guessed was Shion's major, covered with small framed pictures of an elderly woman, her granddaughter, a young woman that held a striking resemblance to Shion, and a little boy, who was Shion, himself.
Looking past the pictures, he saw ribbons and awards, years and years old, all congratulating Shion for getting first place in this and first place in that. The man whistled.
For someone so intelligent, this boy was certainly out of his mind.
"OH! Those pictures!" Shion ran to the man in black, with a cup in his hand. "That's Safu, my mother, myself, and Safu's grandma," he grinned. The man raised an eyebrow and blinked before saying "You really aren't acting?"
"Huh..?" Shion stared at the man, who was now dripping a puddle onto his carpeted floor, and handed him the cup.
The man looked at it and stared at it's contents. Hot Cocoa? He could have easily laced it.
But the man had knowledge in street drugs and their effects. It would have taken more than two minutes for the pill to melt, so he guessed this was either an innocent build to his untimely death, or that Shion was just this nice.
"Why would I be acting?" Shion asked, still pondering the question. He had taken it in it's literal sense and pointed to the bookshelf.
"My major is Ecology and Science," he said matter-of-factly. "I'm not familiar with theater arts at all."
The man started laughing as he wiped a tear from his eye before putting a hand on Shion's shoulder. Even if he did get killed that night, whoever this guy was, was good.
"I can't take this! You're too much!" He cried out, grinning widely.
Shion pushed his hand away, pouting. "If you're making fun of me, I can take back the cocoa and send you back into that."
He pointed to the heavy winds and the swaying trees, lightning flashes and rain pelts tapping the window. The man sighed happily and looked Shion in the eyes as he said a true and honest "Thank you," before looking around some more.
Everything was beige and clean, and his rugged, musty wet clothes were making a mess. He felt ashamed.
Shion gasped. "I'll take your coat!" He said, before looking around. Everything the man was wearing was drenched. He looked to the man and then back around the room as he put up a finger.
"I'll be right back with something warm for you," he said. "Feel free to make yourself at home. This is the least I can do,"
The man blinked in confusion again before watching Shion leave the room in a panic. This stranger had saved his life, led him home, gave him cocoa. He let this stranger into his apartment, and yet for such a dumb move, he was this really smart EU student with an entire wall of awards.
By the looks of it, he wouldn't let the man leave that night, would he? The man pondered as he put his thumb over his lips, staring at the room. After awhile, he concluded that if Shion was a sociopathic murderer, he would have died having great cocoa. Unless, perhaps, there was another form of payment he had anticipated on.
The man recalled the look of his slender, pale body in his wet, white collared shirt. The way it clung to him and teased with just a sliver of exposed skin above his waist band... The man nodded. If it came to that, he concluded, he'd have no issue.
His self respect outweighed his lust anyday, however. This shady Shion fellow would have to work for it.
The man then took another sip of the chocolate. This drink was more than exceptional. This definitely wasn't the cheap watered down stuff, he mused.
Shion had returned, holding his arms out as he said "You can wear this after I'm done fixing your cuts."
The man's eyes widened as he saw a dark purple knit sweater and black shorts. Truly sexy, he thought sarcastically, as his eyes flicked over the Charlie Brown style lining with the weirdest shades of purple. Relieved, he bit his tongue to be more grateful towards this confirmed sociopath, and kept his comment about the clothes and their style to himself.
Suddenly, he shirt went up.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" The man asked defensively, tugging his shirt back down. Shion looked up at him innocently as his big brown eyes glittered in the lamp light.
"You have infected scratches and bruises on your back from hitting the concrete!" Shion explained "I just need to disinfect them and I'll leave you alone, I promise."
"Disinfect with what?" The man's eyes narrowed as he readied himself for an attack, and Shion held up a bottle of peroxide to his shock. Oh...so Shion was actually nice.
He couldn't trust that it was actually peroxide, but after a few sips of cocoa, the man stopped caring. He shed his shirt without a question, and winced as the weight of water made it cling stubbornly to him, dragging into his cuts.
"Now... hold still. This could sting," Shion warned, and the man nodded. He was used to pain. He winced and flinched as a wet cloth dabbed his skin, and a smell filled the room as Shion kneeled behind him, rubbing his back.
"You're an unusual one," The man said quietly before Shion paused. The cloth in his hand stopped moving.
"How so?"
The man could have face palmed. They had only known eachother for an hour and already, he had a list of reasons why Shion was out of his mind.
The man cleared his throat.
"You haven't even asked my name, for one," he said. Shion frowned, eyes widening. "I'm so rude! I'm so sorry," he said, dabbing the cuts again.
The man chuckled.
"You can call me Nezumi if you'd like...," he said quietly. "It's nothing fancy like your name. It only means 'rat'."
"Nezumi...," Shion said the name aloud and loved the way it felt on his lips. He looked away from Nezumi's naked torso and back at the bandages.
A few dabs of ointment, and numerous bandaids later, Nezumi had given in and put on the clothes Shion gave him as his own were being washed and dried.
He was given the chance to stay overnight, and had grown fond of Shion.
The longer he spent time with him, the less suspicous Nezumi felt about him, and the more endearing he seemed.
They were sitting on the couch with cups of hot chocolate emptied on the coffee table, and the room was dark, save for the light of a movie.
The way Shion talked to him and laughed at certain scenes made him feel a warmth inside him that he wasn't used to. Normally the people he was associated with had these walls built around them, but Nezumi just couldn't find it in himself to be that way towards Shion. It was really unusual.
Shion had jumped into Nezumi, saving his life, and took him home, bandaged him up, and gave him warm clothes.
He was grateful, but he frowned, understanding that he didn't want to owe Shion anything, and that he would have to leave tomorrow morning. The same thought flickered in his mind as it did before, and usually when it did, he would grow annoyed. This time however, wasn't so.
As if on cue, the credits began to roll and Shion turned off the television set, saying "It's getting late...,"
He yawned, leaning back into the couch as Nezumi glanced over at him.
"You can stay here tonight if you'd like,"
"Sure," Nezumi agreed, looking back through the large window behind him. He had a nice view of the storm outside and wasn't complaining about the comfortable couch or the warm blankets Shion had given him. It was a huge contrast from his mattress on the cold floor of a filthy, broken and cracked loft. It was so different from any place Nezumi had ever been, and something unusual began to spread through his veins as he decided now was a good time to bring forth his offer.
He felt a weight shift and Shion stood up, about to leave when Nezumi touched his shoulder.
"I can repay you," he said quietly. Nezumi's tone had turned Shion's face red, and he twitched nervously as he scratched his head, laughing. That had been proof enough that Shion hadn't been expected anything in return, and the amount of kindness with this boy made Nezumi's blood boil.
Shion shook his head.
"It's fine, reall-" He paused and felt lips covering his own.
His face heated as Nezumi moved away, staring through half lidded eyes. Shion felt something he hadn't felt since he first saw the city and moved forward, pressing his lips back against Nezumi's. People did this all the time, here, didn't they? What could be so bad about kissing someone they just met? It was new and exciting, and that was the entire purpose of leaving home.
Shion didn't protest the arms that wrapped around him as they nestled under his own, or the scent of wet hair as he inhaled it. He closed his eyes and thought about all of the worst possible outcomes of this decision, before telling himself that he wouldn't let things go too far.
The more he tried to think on it, the more fluid their movements became. He couldn't concentrate.
Nezumi deepened the kiss as he felt arms on his shoulders. Thank you for saving my life. He turned slightly red in the darkness as Shion straddled his hips and he cradled him in his arms. Thank you for being so kind.
Nezumi had taken Shion's soft mouth and impressed another kiss on it before moving to his neck, licking it. He felt Shion's back arch and he squirmed, holding himself into place as Nezumi made his way to his shoulders, exposing his collarbone.
A gasp escaped his lips and Shion had shut his eyes, lacing his fingers through Nezumi's hair before he felt fingertips rub his spine. He had read about this in textbooks and had seen it on television and in movies, but nothing he thought he knew about it seemed to suffice to this different kind of sense. It was all technical and this was more than black words on white paper.
They opened their eyes as Nezumi parted their liplock, gazing at the man above him. He would have never willingly done this to anyone else. What made this stranger so special? He didn't want to admit that he already knew the answer, or that it was surrounding them.
Shion's eyes were half lidded and his shoulder was exposed. He was breathing heavily and through the darkness, Nezumi could see the hint of a smile on his lips and his insides warmed again.
This was infatuation. It was almost pathetic.
He leaned up to lick Shion's shoulder, and inhaled the scent of his skin as Shion's hands went up his shirt. His fingers grazed the bandages and sent chills down Nezumi's spine, and suddenly driven mad, Nezumi pressed his palms to Shion's stomach.
Trembling under peeling bandages, Nezumi made his way downwards. The way Shion had awkwardly tried to surpress any sounds told him that he didn't do this often, and that, in itself sent a spark reeling through Nezumi. His breathing became heavier and they found their lips moving against eachother again.
The night went on and they continued this until they both felt exhausted.
The shirts were discarded below and some of the bandaids came loose. Shion rested his head between Nezumi's neck and shoulders.
There were arms wrapped tightly around him, and he inhaled the scent of medicine and chocolate as the storm quietly sounded from outside. This embrace was filled with guilt and elation, and he pressed his lips to Shion's hair as he slipped into thought, wondering what he'd just gotten himself into.
He mentally sighed. There was no way he would leave in the morning now. He didn't even know if Shion had a boyfriend or a girlfriend...Or even his last name.
He could have smacked himself in the face.
Were you really so desperate that you had to come onto the first person who treats you like a human being?
The thought venomously floated through Nezumi's head. He stared at the ceiling in unease.
At least he wasn't murdered yet.
(by the way, EU: Elyurias University. :3 -throws confetti-)
