Hello, everyone. This is the third chapter-and the longest one I'd ever posted, if I'm correct-which I'm sure many of you couldn't wait for. I'm sorry for taking time updating this. I wanted to update sooner but couldn't. Please don't worry, I have no intention to discontinue this story. This is the hardest chapter I've written so far because this chapter contains s*x-first ever for me- even though it is not so detailed. Anyway, please enjoy and tell me your thoughts later!

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Akihito nervously tagged along behind the tall senior as they went into the elevator inside the apartment building. He kept getting the feeling that he should run before it was too late. But, why would it be too late?

"I don't bite, if you want to know." Asami teased when he saw how Akihito fidgeted from the corner of his eyes.

Instantly, Akihito's pensive expression turned into a scowl and Asami couldn't smirk any wider upon seeing it.

"Bastard." Akihito muttered under his breath.

Silence reigned in the small space they were in until they reached Asami's door. The door opened after Asami punched a few buttons, producing beeps that wasn't particularly annoying.

"Pardon my intrusion." Akihito said halfheartedly. It was Asami who tricked him coming there.

"Wait here. I'll get you something to change into."

"No, there is no need. You're just retrieving something, right?"

"Akihito,do you want to catch cold?" Asami pointed his uniform which wasn't totally drenched but a bit wet.

"B-but, really, there is no need for that. I have to go back soon."

Akihito's protest proved futile when Asami walked into the hallway like he said nothing. He slumped onto the expensive leather sofa and put his bag next to him, suddenly feeling mentally drained because of a certain senior.

His hazel eyes began to wander in the living room, trying to see what kind of life Asami has.

The living room-and he was sure the rest parts of the house too-was decorated and furnished walls were pristine white, and the furniture was plain black in colour. There was no colour in that living room but the white and black contrast however, was beautiful.

Very Asami-like, Akihito mused with a roll of his eyes.

Akihito noticed there was no photo and that had him frowning. Shouldn't there be at least a single photo of himself? The house suddenly screamed gloom. Akihito's train of thoughts was interrupted when Asami appeared with folded clothes.

"Thanks." Akihito smiled a small smile as Asami handed him the articles.

Asami, who saw the shy smile Akihito gave him, was surprised. He never saw Akihito smiles to him and he never knew that the boy has the brightest smile he'd ever seen.

"Um, could you show me where the bathroom is?"

"Sure."

Asami led Akihito into the hallway and stopped on the first door on the left.

"Go ahead. I'll make some tea while you change."

Akihito nodded and stepped into the bathroom. Inside, Akihito locked the door and began to strip. Akihito gaped at the image of himself on the mirror when he saw how big the t-shirt Asami had given on him. The t-shirt's sleeves reached past his elbows and the hem ended at his thighs. He wondered what did Asami ate to grow that much.

The trousers however, was a total joke on Akihito's frame. The waist was too large that even belt couldn't fix it without making him looking funny and it was too long that he had to roll it four times. In the end, he decided to not wear it and stay with his school's trousers. Luckily, his trousers was dry. Done with the clothes, he went back to the living room and discovered that Asami was already sitting with two cups of tea on the small table.

Sensing Akihito's presence, Asami turned his head and studied Akihito. He knew his size won't fit Akihito but not even in his wildest imagination that Akihito would look adorable in his large clothes.. And on top of it, Akihito was in his clothes. Asami found that he liked it. So much. Akihito looked so...edible. But when he saw the school's trousers, he was displeased. He wanted to see Akihito in nothing but his t-shirt. And later, in nothing at all.

Akihito noticed how intense Asami's glance on him but pretended otherwise. He returned to his seat earlier while avoiding eye contact with Asami.

"Do you live here alone?"

"Yes."

"Oh." The conversation died instantly as Akihito had no idea of what to talk and Asami wasn't a talkative person.

"What happened to your parents?" Asami refused to let the chance to know Akihito more slips away.

The question however, made Akihito flinched slightly but didn't find it uncomfortable. He could sense the sincere curiosity from Asami.

"I don't know."

"What do you mean by that?"

"I was left at the orphanage gate in the middle of the night." Akihito smiled bitterly.

Because his head was hung low, Akihito didn't notice how Asami's eyes tightened when he saw how Akihito smiled. Asami knew he was correct when he thought Akihito would be interesting. But he never thought that the boy's smile that made his heart warm also can wrench his heart.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked."

Akihito blinked a few times. Asami apologized? Who could have thought of that.

"Ah, no. It's okay."

And the awkward silence returned but was short lived.

"Where are your parents?"

"Not here, obviously."

Asami hid his jaws which snapped secretly by sipping his tea.

"You...don't like your father?"

"What do you mean?"

Realizing how stupid of him to ask such question, Akihito cursed his big mouth. Feilong senpai reminded him to keep what he knew as a secret. Plus, that was rude.

"No-nothing! Haha...what was I talking about." This time, Akihito drank his tea.

But Asami wasn't a fool that can be lied to easily. He could tell that Akihito knew something.

"Who told you about my father?"

Asami watched Akihito's face ashen.

"Asami, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to brought this up. Look, let's just forget it. I have to go back. Thank you for the tea." Akihito was about to stand when he was stopped by Asami's cold ,threatening voice. A chill ran down his spine.

"Tell me, Akihito. You're not going anywhere until you spill everything."

"Asami...Could you just let this go?"

"No."

The gleam on Asami's pair of golden eyes stiffened Akihito.

"Feilong senpai told me. But he did it because I forced him, I was being stubborn. He had no choice because he was worried that I would report the incident in the toilet that day."

The moment Feilong's name was brought up, Asami's blood boiled. Partially because he told Akihito about his real identity, but mostly because Akihito called him 'senpai'. He got 'bastard' while Feilong was honoured with 'senpai'? It wasn't even amusing. And to make it worse, Feilong was worried about Akihito? Judging by the way Akihito mentioned the Chinese male, it was obvious that they were close. At least, closer than he was.

"What is he to you?"

"He is a nice senior. I like him."

Asami narrowed his eyes dangerously and Akihito cringed involuntarily. This time, he made up his mind to go. Somehow, the atmosphere had become too intimidating for him.

"Asa-Asami, I really have to go. Thank you for the ride and the tea, I'll give your clothes later in school."

Akihito grabbed his schoolbag and intended to stride towards the entrance, escaping Asami as fast as he can only to found himself being tugged backwards before he could realize it coming. He fell directly on Asami's lap with his waist being circled by the third-year strong pair of arms.

"Where do you think you're going, Akihito?" Akihito shivered when he felt warm breath caressing his ear and nape.

"What are you doing? Let me go!"

"Now, what do you think I'm doing? Hm?" Asami smirked.

Akihito struggled to be free but Asami was too strong for him. A few minutes later, after kicking and pushing against Asami, Akihito's energy waned.

"Bastard! If you're joking, it's not even funny, Asami. I want to go back!"

"Who said I'm joking? I'm serious here, my Akihito."

"My Akihito? You are sick! I swear I'll report this to the police if you don't let me go now. I don't care who your dad is and whatever crap you do!"

"You belong to me, Akihito. Police? No, you wouldn't. You'll be helpless, drowned in me, crave for nothing but me after this, not even your Feilong senpai. Every time you see him, your mind will be filled with what I'll do to you tonight. Every single thing. I assure you that."

"Wha-"

It was so fast that he could only see blur of his world tilting when Asami shifted him on the sofa they were currently sitting on. Asami hovered over him with a predatory grin, one that make goosebumps appear all over his body.

"Stop!" Akihito tried pushing Asami off of him and Asami pushed him back rather harshly and straddled him, effectively pinning him down.

The sound of belt being unbuckled hit Akihito's ears and Akihito could do nothing but watch as Asami took off his belt and tie his wrists above his head.

"Asami, you jerk! Stop it!"

" I have always think of you to be interesting. You're fascinating, Akihito," Asami ripped the over sized t-shirt he lent as he talked " I like it when you scowl and angry because of me. But I just learned that I like it the best when you smile at me. Only at me."

"Pl-please, stop! You are being scary."

"There is no reason for you to be scared of me, Akihito. Because I also found out that I hate it the most when you fake your smile to hide your pain." Asami cupped Akihito's cheeks and locked their gaze together.

"No!"

"Yes, Akihito. I'll carve that fact onto every inch of your existence until you admit that."

Asami lowered his head and began to plant butterflies kisses on Akihito's neck. Akihito gasped aloud in pain when Asami sunk his teeth into his neck but trembled in confusing sensation when he felt Asami licked the wound soothingly.

"This...is weird. St-stop."

"Shh. Don't talk. "

"No! Get off me!"

This time, Akihito was consumed by his fear that he managed to pushed Asami off. He rushed towards the door and was about to open it when Asami tackled him down again.

Because Asami had calculated well, Akihito's head was safely clutched in his palms before it bumped against the polished floor while they fell together. However, the impact that Akihito received was enough to make him dizzy.

He groaned a little at the throb that started to appear on the back of his head. Asami, who heard the groan felt something grew hard below his waist. He knew it was caused by the impact but at the moment, it sounded so pleasing that he kissed Akihito straight away without reserve.

Asami's hands roamed on their own and while Akihito was too distracted by the kiss, Asami had successfully removed his trousers and boxer. He wasted no time to touch Akihito's organ which was beginning to leak.

Akihito's protest couldn't reach him anymore.

The lack of oxygen and headache made Akihito half-conscious. He could only hear his own breath in staccato and feel his body turning sensitive. The touches and contacts he was having was unfamiliar and also frightening but he couldn't deny that it felt...good.

Asami's hands and mouth were sending him to paradise, or so he thought. When he felt intrusion on his bottom, the pleasure dissipated almost immediately. He could feel himself being stretched by fingers and when he nearly screamed, fingers ran through his hair lovingly.

The earlier intrusion had turned into another wave of pleasure after a few minutes and Akihito became dissatisfied. Suddenly he wants something more than fingers.

This is wrong, Akihito battled his indecent side.

Before he could argue any further, the fingers disappeared and was replaced with something bigger and hotter. If he wanted something like it earlier, now he wished he didn't because the searing pain it caused managed to make him scream. But the scream didn't escape his lips as it was swallowed by Asami. He could taste Asami's sweetness which felt so wrong.

Asami continuously slipped in and out of him without mercy until he couldn't take it anymore. The last thing he could register before passing out was the sensation of warm liquid filling him and whisper of words that he couldn't hear clearly but undeniably tender to his ears.


Last night was wonderful. He'd claimed Akihito and now he'll let Feilong and everyone knows that Akihito was his. He never expected himself able to lose control. But he did, he always did whenever it comes to Akihito. Akihito might be the only thing in his life that made him act irrationally.

Asami opened his eyes, expecting to see a sleeping Akihito beside him but was disappointed when he saw no one. He laid his palm on the sheet next to him where he'd lain Akihito and noticed that it was cold. Meaning Akihito had left much earlier.

Even though he felt an uneasiness in his chest, he ignored it. He thought Akihito had gone back to the orphanage. He thought it was fine because he was going to come for him later. He thought he should give Akihito some time to accept him.

But he didn't think that Akihito had panic and was frightened. He didn't think that Akihito cried while dragging his aching body when he ran. He didn't think that Akihito didn't come back to the orphanage.

It was two days later when he realized that Akihito had vanished without anyone knowing his whereabout. It was too late and despite his desperate effort to find him, he failed. Now, twelve years later, he had given up and kept all his feelings and guilt captive in his cold heart.

Akihito, where did you go?


To be continued... :) Review please!