Misaki turned around and looked straight into Akihiko's eyes instead of looking where Sumi was pointing. There was a distant smile on his face, like he had been smiling freely before but was unsure whether or not to keep it there now he had seen his lover standing there.
Akihiko didn't know what to do. So, childishly, he looked down and scuffed his shoe against the ground, nails digging into his palms as he kept his hands scrunched into fists.
All the air was punched out of him when he looked back up at him and he suddenly felt like an infant in the middle of a grown-up's party. Out of place. Out of time.
Out of Misaki.
Akihiko felt about ready to burst as he watched Misaki clutch as Sumi's silvery hair with one hand, stroking down the side of Sumi's neck with the other. Misaki did that to Akihiko when they were making love. The coloured lights flicked over Misaki's milk chocolate brown hair, showing off how soft and feathery it was.
No. That was enough. Akihiko told himself to barge in there and grab Misaki, pull him down the street and hurl him into the car like he usually did when Misaki was rebelling.
But his body was frozen and his feet weren't responding at all. He stuttered out a pathetic 'no' as the air caught in his throat and his eyes widened as Sumi looked right over at him. A smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth. Of course. This would be the person Misaki would go to in order to hurt Akihiko. This was the boy who had tried and failed to steal Akihiko from him.
And then it was as if there was no one else in The Last Palm. They all vanished. Disappeared. Disintegrated into nothing. Akihiko didn't feel the men push past him. Didn't hear the laughter coming from everyone around him nor the music that blared out. Everything slowed down.
Misaki's feet raised from the floor a little bit as his lips parted.
Sumi looked away from Akihiko and slid an arm around Misaki's waist.
Misaki's face went closer to Sumi's.
Sumi's lips parted.
Misaki put his lips slowly over Sumi's bottom lip and clung at the collar of Sumi's shirt.
And that was it.
Akihiko's nostrils flared and his heart thrust out against his chest in hard bangs as something began to coil up tight in his stomach. One word flickered on in his mind: Mine.
He shot through the crowd, feet barely touching the floor as anger rippled through him, jealousy tagging along, an ugly possessiveness clinging to both as Akihiko watched Misaki's cheeks burn red in a yellow spotlight that zoomed past.
He grabbed the back of Misaki's jacket, ripping his lips from Sumi's, without even looking at him and nearly pushed him to the floor as he threw Misaki aside.
Taking a ready fist from his pocket he swung out at Sumi and bashed him on the side of the nose. Sumi cried out and fell to the ground, hand on his nose as his other arm stretched out behind him to soften his fall.
Akihiko didn't care if Sumi got back up or stayed there as he turned swiftly on his heel, nearly snarling as he grabbed Misaki's wrist and dragged him out of the club. Snickers and murmured sounds of shock echoed around him as Akihiko's hearing returned to him.
"Let go! Let go, you bastard! Fuck off!" With his last two words, Misaki wrenched his wrist from Akihiko's grasp but Akihiko was too quick and he grabbed his wrist again, pushing him in front of him as they came to the ramp. "Let me go!" More words than he had said in one go for the past month…
"Shut up," Akihiko said quietly, letting go of Misaki and pushing him again so he would walk down the ramp.
Misaki turned round to shout abuse but upon seeing Akihiko's face he gritted his teeth, choosing his words carefully.
"I'm not coming with you. So let me go now and we'll both walk away and forget this stupid affair."
"I said, shut up."
Misaki swallowed, breathing hard and attempted to walk right past Akihiko, but Akihiko closed his eyes and lazily pushed Misaki back round.
Misaki had no choice. He knew Akihiko was far stronger than him and would not give up. It would be easier for him to do as Akihiko said and listen to his pitiful begging before he left instead of trying to leave now.
So he did.
