And here's the second part. Enjoy! (By the way, ever notice there hasn't been any mention of Pole-Dancing yet? Well, I guess that'll be next chapter.)

Yaoi Warnings for later in chapter.

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"You know, I'm always here if you want to talk." Nowaki said, sitting beside me on the couch.

I shrugged, not quite ready to open up to him.

"Hiro-san," he stopped suddenly, as if not sure what to say.

"What?"

"I just wish I could know you." He said; face turning serious, "You know how I got my name?"

"No,"

"Well, I was abandoned at the orphanage when I was a baby. The day they found me there was a typhoon going on."

"Seriously?" I been hadn't expected that.

"Yeah,"

"Wow, and I thought I had crappy parents." I mumbled.

"I sure you had great parents," he said, casually putting his arm around me.

"I'm sorry," I said, again feeling like a jerk. Somehow Nowaki made me feel this way a lot. "I shouldn't complain about mine when you lost yours."

"It isn't that bad. I grew up fine."

"Just keep telling yourself that," I teased, almost pushing his arm away. But it was warm, all of Nowaki was warm, and it felt kind of nice.

"Well, I've told you my story. Now, what's yours?"

I shook my head, "Not telling you."

His arm tightened around me, "Come on, Hiro-san. You know me, so I should be able to know you."

"Fine, but loosen up will you? You've got worst manners than Ryu-chan!"

"Who's he?"

"One of my… guys." I looked at him to make sure he understood. He nodded and I continued, "Anyway, he's horrible. I hate him. But he's obsessed with me and pays well."

"Is he the one who put those nasty marks on your arm?"

"Not just my arms," I looked up at Nowaki who was awkwardly staring at his feet. "Does that bother you?"

"You shouldn't do it."

"Isn't that for me to decide? It's my body."

"Yeah but… Doesn't it hurt?"

"Yeah," I admitted.

"And aren't the guys you run into, like creeps?"

"Yeah,"

"Then why?"

"I owe a lot of money, and normal jobs just don't pay enough. I worked for awhile at a gay bar after school. But it wasn't enough, and most well paying jobs are during school. But I really want to finish college. So, I kind of have to."

"You know, I'd be happy to help you. I have a couple hundred dollars saved up…"

"No. It's not just that…" a tear rolled down my cheek forcing me to stop.

Nowaki pressed it away for me, "What?"

"Nothing," I leaned against him. I couldn't tell him. I couldn't just open myself up to anyone again. I built those walls for a reason. I was all alone.

Nowaki didn't press me anymore that night. Eventually I pushed him away and forced him to do my science homework. Of course, I didn't tell him it was my homework. He was pretty good at physical science and I wondered if he'd switch majors. But he claimed he was interested in social work.

--A few weeks later, Hiroki's dream/flashback:

"Please, Akihiko." I begged, "I don't want to lose my virginity to a complete stranger. Or that freaky Ryu-chan guy! Please, just this once. I promise I'll never ask anything from you again."

"Hiroki, I'm in love with Takahiro. Why don't I just give you the money?"

"I have to do this myself. Plus if you just gave me the money, there'd be no storyline and everything would be boring."

"True. But I'm soooooo in love with Takahiro."

"That's okay. You can use this blindfold I just happen to own."

"Okay!" he said, letting me tie it on. I grinned like an idiot as I stripped him clothes from him then myself. I'd always loved Usami. But I'd never been able to tell him with words. Could doing this get my point across?

Takahiro didn't know what he was missing.

I shifted forward, close enough to kiss him. I almost did, but I had to keep moving. Akihiko was really hard now. He wasn't going to last much longer…

His head tipped back as he climaxed hard into me. "Takahiro," he moaned, causing me to finch. How could he still… After all this, he still loves Takahiro?

Yeah, my life sucks.

I thought sex would get the point across. But Akihiko just thought I was a slut in training. Or something.

Why not prove him right? I thought looking at Ryuichiru the next day. The creep was outside my apartment. Again.

"Ryu-chan," I fake cried, stepping up to him. "I don't know what I'm going to do!"

He embraced me, and asked, "What's wrong, Hiro-san?"

"I owe the used bookstore a lot of money. And I can only think of one way to get it. But… I'm afraid. I'm… I have to sell myself." I continued fake crying.

He patted my back. "Its okay, Hiroki. I understand. It's scary. But I can… help you through this."

"Really?"

"Yes, I'll do it with you. I'll pay you as much as you need so you can get out of debt quickly." The creep said, walking me back to his room.

Then he called me his bitch, and I knew the relationship wasn't going to work out.

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I woke up early on Saturday. It wasn't like me at all. Usually I'm out until noon, then I read or go to the used bookstore then I work. But things have been different since I started tutoring Nowaki. He works later in the day too, so he comes to my house early.

So, after dragging myself out of bed I took a shower hoping to wake myself up. Of course, during this I realized my headache was due to hangover and not just the freaky dreams I was having.

The doorbell rang shortly after I'd finished attempting to clean myself up. I miserably answered it and let Nowaki in.

"What are you staring at?" I snapped. He was looking at me like I was one of those creepy monsters from the movie Zombie Land.

"You… ah, you look tired."

"That's just a nice way of saying I look like crap."

"You look like crap, Hiro-san." He teased reaching out to mess with my hair.

"Shut up!" I said, jumping back, "I'm on my period, and I don't feel like dealing with anyone today."

"You're a guy, Hiro-san."

"I have a hangover, so could you make me breakfast or something?"

"Sure, Hiro-san," he said, walking past me. As he did I noticed he was tracking mud through my house.

"Stop! Take your shoes off, stupid!" I growled as he turned and left his shoes at my door. "How did you get soo dirty?" I asked, realizing it wasn't just his shoes.

"I got a job at a construction company."

"Why would you do something like that?"

"I need the money. Some of us work for our money, you know." He said, once again belittling my profession.

"I work for my money too! You think I like doing this?" I asked. Did Nowaki really think I was a lazy whore who liked working the corners?

"I'm sorry," he said, realizing he'd hit a nerve. A real sensitive nerve.

"Go take a shower, you stink." I said, sitting down to grade the homework he'd brought back.

Needless to say, without a stupid brat to yell at and a boring test paper to grade, plus the fact I didn't sleep much; I fell asleep.

Within a few minutes Akihiko had once again shown up in my dreams.

"Get in bed, you'll catch a cold out here," a voice said. Akihiko? Was that you?

"Akihiko?" I asked; sighing as dream-Akihiko began strip-teasing. I never said it was a realist dream. Besides, hadn't he just told me to get in bed?

"That's it." The voice said, suddenly pressing his mouth against mine.

And it wasn't Usami.

"What the hell?" I asked, pushing Nowaki off me.

"You like Akihiko, don't you? You were talking about him in your sleep."

"That has nothing to do with you. And if you think you can do whatever the hell you want with me, just because of my work then you can get the hell out!"

"I don't think that. I got a job at the construction place so I could quit two jobs and spend more time with you. Besides, it pays more than either of them… I can support you, Hiro-san."

"What are you saying?" He couldn't mean…

"Well, it usually counts as a confession." His warm Akihiko-ish hand caressed me cheek.

"Confession?" I asked nervously. Why would he…

"If I don't say it, you'd probably never notice. Hiro-san, I…"

"Wait!" I yelled, "In most mangas, this is the turning point where I, the main character, realize something important."

"Well, I was just about to…"

"Shut up, Nowaki! I'm about to discover something important!"

Just then the doorbell rang. I jumped up and ran to get it. Glancing out the peephole, I saw that it was Akihiko on my doorstep.

"Hey look, it's Usami! Isn't that soo convenient?"I swung the door open and stepped out to meet my friend.

"You're still alive? I thought maybe one of your boys gave you drugs, and locked you up. They called you sweet things like 'sweet honey' and 'stupid brat' before stabbing your eyes out. Afterward they raped your corps to death. Then used you blood for satanic rites before burying you in an unmarked grave that they visit twice a month. There, they have picnics and lunch. With sugar-cookies for dessert. Yummy." Usami said, licking his lips. His really sexy lips.

"Well, excuse me for not being dead and raped." I remarked, as Akihiko began laughing like a madman.

"Am I the only one who thinks this conversion is messed up?" Nowaki muttered, walking up behind me.

"Don't make fun of me, I was seriously concerned." Akihiko crossed his arms before raising an eyebrow and saying, "Wow, Hiroki. You look like shit! Have you been eating all your food groups?"

"Well, at least my skin's nice." I say causing him to smile.

Akihiko reached out and began rubbing my head. He muttered something that sounded like "Good doggy,"

And yeah, I still loved how he stroked my head. And it still crushed me how he continued to do this, and act like he cared. He didn't love me. Why did he have to be soo cruel?

"Excuse me, but I'll be taking care if Hiro-san from now on." Nowaki said, hugging me from behind and slapping his hand away.

"Well then, I guess I'll leave you two alone." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, "Have fun, but not too much fun."

"Akihiko! We're not…"

"Oh, you two have already… Well, I'm sorry, Hiroki. In that case, just don't do anything I wouldn't." he said, already walking away.

"Is there anything you haven't done?" He chuckled a bit before Nowaki slammed the door and he was out of sight.

"Jerk! He totally got the wrong idea! What if he tells everyone at school? I swear, I'm going to…"

"I love you,"

I stared at him, mouth hanging open in shock.

"That day I saw you in the park, I fell in love with you at first sight. That's why I asked you to be my tutor."

"Love at first sight?"

"When I first saw you, you were crying. That was because of Usami wasn't it? You know, I'd never do anything to make you cry. I mean, you're crying is sexy and all but I really just want to see you smile."

"I smile," I said defensively.

"Try it." He challenged.

"You're too direct."

"Do you hate direct people? I can change."

"I'm just not used to it."

"Then I'll have to get you used to it."

"Nowaki…" I began. I wasn't ready for a relationship.

He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine and all doubts were shoved out of my mind. Somehow, I'd been swept away by this guy. And I was no longer alone.

"I love you, Hiro-san. Please, love me back."

He waited for me to return his feelings but I couldn't. My pride just wouldn't let me. So instead I stepped back and said, "Okay, fine. But next time you're paying like everybody else."

"Hiro-san, you mean I can…"

"Yes, now shut up and come on." I said blushing. I really wasn't used to making the first move. Actually I wasn't even used to anyone making moves. Usually I was taking to an apartment room and jumped as soon as I got paid.

Nowaki just followed me into my bedroom and helped me strip.

Of course that only lasted like two seconds; because, like every other guy I've slept with, Nowaki gets hard just thinking about sex. Usually I'm happy about that because it meant I didn't have to worry about it taking too long and not getting home on time. But Nowaki was different. I actually wanted to sleep with him.

So, I willingly opened myself to him. I already knew what I was expected to do as a Uke; which was not as glamorous as it seemed. I leaned on my elbows for support and spread my legs. I closed my eyes as I felt his already hard dick moving into position. And…

Ow.

That f'in moron.

"You're amazing, Hiro-san," he said kissing the back of my neck. I, on the other hand, was breathing heavily and trying to get used to him. By the way, Nowaki's manhood is a lot bigger than Ryu-chan's. In more ways than one. "I'm all the way in," NO KIDDING?! "Um, are you okay?"

"How can I be? Wait a minute." I cried as he began thrusting in and out. "Kusama Nowaki, wait an f'in moment!"

"Hiro-san, you're soo cute," he said, though he did slow down.

"Brat," I muttered, knowing my butt was going to hurt a lot the next morning.

"I love you." He said, kissing me again.

"Yeah… you've told me… like, four… times!" I said, pausing to moan as he hit deep inside me.

"Aw, you actually counted!"

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Okay, that's it. Seriously. I tried writing more detail-y, but it seemed weird when I reread it.

Anyone who knows who Ryu-chan is, in book, gets a cookie.

Responses: Yes, Edward Cullen is a stalker. (Worse than Nowaki the stalker) And no I am not a twilight person. It just seemed like a bad remake of Queen of the Damned only with sparkles. And no killing people. And the vampires were straight. Yet covered themselves in body-glitter. Lol. Peace.