Lethal Affections

**AN: Hey everyone, I went through a lot during these past two years of when I started writing A Heart in Amber. When I wrote A Heart in Amber, I didn't expect a sequel, but my loyal fans made it possible for me to go on. I want to give huge thanks to those who read my stories and supported me. However, this is the last chapter and at the end of this chapter, I will ask an opinion, please R&R the question. I love you all! :3

*Sorry if this chapter seems to be rushed!*

Chapter 11: Lethal Affections

Shuichi Residence

7H

Living Room

After Kiyoshi left, my heart is feeling like it's having spasms.

I'm getting my memory back, although it's little pieces at a time. I need to go to Yuki and tell him, and then maybe he'll take me back—hopefully.

I stumble to the bathroom to fix my hair and face. I want to look perfect for Yuki. I still can't believe that I'm Shuichi….what about my family? My friends? Are they worried I'm missing? I know my lover, Yuki was and still is.

"Yuki…" I wash my face and stare at my reflection, "I remember you."

Yuki Residence

7H10

Office

I feel sick to my stomach…maybe it's all the alcohol I chugged and cigarettes I smoked...or maybe it's the loss of Shuichi. Miyagi will never realize he's Shuichi—never.

I finished typing my final novel a few hours earlier. I felt numb writing it. The novel reflects Shuichi and what he used to be and now what he'd become…I wish he can remember, even if it's only me that he remembers.

I click the print button.

As the printer feeds out all three-hundred and ninety pages, I walk over to my medicine cabinet in the bathroom. I take the pills out and look in the mirror….damn…I look old. This love shit is really taking away my youth. I chuckle softly, and then I laughed even harder.

Something hot is coming out of my eyes, they're tears.

"Hurts…it hurts." I wipe the tears away but no matter how much I wipe they're still there! I punch the mirror in front of me, glass shards cut my hand. I don't treat the wound, instead I walk to my office and sit on my chair. I take the bottle and pour out the pills, with ten somewhat pills in my hand, I take the half full bottle of beer and plop the pills in my mouth. I take one gulp and the pills are swooshed down my throat.

Shuichi

7H15

I grabbed my book bag and run out the house. I need to hurry to Yuki, to tell him I'm starting to remember who I am. He needs to know that I remember his beautiful essence.

He needs to know I love the Yuki Eiri that rescued me from Tachi Aizawa in middle school. He needs to know I love him the first time I ever met his golden gaze!

Tears stream down my face as flashbacks are occurring

"Lookie here boys, the little queer's trembling!" all three boys laugh at me.

By now there's a crowed of students grouping together on the landing and the stairs; I can hear whispers among the audience.

"Well," he murmurs and he leans his head to mine, I turn my face to its side, and his mouth almost touches my ear "Let's have some fun…"

The tormenting boy licks my earlobe and slides his hand under my shirt and feels around. As he did, his friends cheers, "Teach that fag a lesson, Tachi!"

I am drowning in embarrassment. I survey the group of students watching and I witness them giggle and point. My face turns flush, perspiration runs down my face.

Tachi takes the cigarette out of his mouth, he signals his two buddies to come forth. They take Tachi's place of pinning me; one each holding on my arm. The boy lights his cig with a blue lighter and inhales a deep drag.

I watch him in fear when he takes the inferno out of his mouth and comes forth to me. He smirks and points the end of the cig with the burning tobacco towards me. I see that Tachi's going to burn the cig out using me as the ashtray. I cast my eyes somewhere else.

Why isn't anyone going to help? What's the matter with them? They're just laughing at me… oh god please don't let this end up the way it did last time…

Suddenly, Tachi and his two friends are pulled off me with such force that they plummet to the hard floor. I land on my knees and stare at my main attacker.

A deep, handsome voice calls out, "Are you ok kid?"

I immediately glimpse up and saw a tall older boy with shinning blonde hair and brilliant golden eyes shadowing over me; his slim, muscular body is clothed with a different uniform than the middle schools uniform;

My cheeks turn red, I gaze somewhere else, and reply, "Y-Yes, thanks…."

Tachi struggles to get back on his feet and is helped by his two friends. He storms to the blonde boy. He looks like he was about to assault the beautiful boy with his fists of fury. I flinch and tightly shut my eyes before Tachi hit him.

When I hear no thump of any sort to indicate that someone has been punched, I open my eyes to see that the blonde boy has dodged his attack by grabbing his fighting fist with his own. The handsome boy stands in front of me to shelter me from any more assaults.

"You son-of-a-bitch!" Tachi yelled.

The blonde boy threatens Tachi, "Step away," "If you touch this boy again, I'll kill you."

Tachi shakes, it wasn't the words the blonde boy said but how he said it: calmly.

My rescuer slowly twists Tachi's wrist until a pop sound is heard.

Tachi screams "Aaahh!" he falls to the ground when the boy lets him go. He grabs his dislocated wrist and steps back, "Fuck you… and your pink haired fuck buddy." The three boys continue with their first destination.

My savior bends down and picks up the still-burning cig and takes a drag out of it. He looks down on me with his gorgeous eyes.

"Here kid." He lends his hand out for me, I grab it, and he pulls me up.

I try not to blush but it was impossible not to, he has such charming austere eyes and ravishing blonde hair; I wonder if he's around here because he didn't look Japanese— maybe he's a foreign exchange student?

"T-Thank you… If you'd not have came than he would have-"

I feel a thumb wipe my cheek, the thumb belongs to the boy. I think I might've blush more and I think he notice because he cups my cheek with one hand and says.

"Be careful Kid."

Before I could ask him his name, the unknown boy hurries down the stairs, smoking his cigarette slowly with ease as if nothing happened.

I run for another mile, not stopping for a breath. I'm not going to waste one more minute of being apart from Yuki.

When his apartment comes into view, I smile. But as I approach it, I see the days past newspaper lying around his front door—that's odd, he always picks up his newspaper….

I run faster to his front door and knock…and knock, and knock more, then some. No one answered.. .

"Oh god….Yuki…!" I whispered. I try to open the door, but it won't budge! I knock profusely on the door and after a minute, I got tired of knocking and decide to do the daring. I punch the glass on the door, an alarm went off—I didn't care. I'm deaf to the warnings.

I reach my hand through the broken glass and unlock the door….

I hastily wrap my arms around his neck and tangle my fingers within his hair. I force his lips to mine. At the same time, Yuki yanks the pillow away from my body and grinds his body against mine.

I moan at the sensations of his muscular body as Yuki kisses down my neck. We were both lying down on the bed moving in our own lovely rhyme.

Aggressively, Yuki tares my shirt off along with my pants. He was fully clothed except that his shirt and pants were unfastened. I kept running my fingers down his bare chest; unable to get over how pristine it appears to be.

He roughly slides my underwear down and bends his head to my erection. In one swift movement he put me all the ways in his mouth.

"Mnn… Yuki.." I said breathlessly. "nnnn…"

I entangle my slim fingers within his hair and place my chin atop of his head. "I love you Yuki…" I whispered. He looks up, still sucking on me—he smirks. I laugh, "I guess that is the sign for 'I love you too'."

We both smile.

Since that moment, Yuki is always in my head. Everywhere I look I see him; very time I close my eyes I see him.

I can finally say that I am in love.

Sirens are in the distance; I hastily open the door and run inside. It's dark as all hell in here. The shades are closed and the rooms are desolate. I walk into the kitchen, the bathrooms, the bedroom.

"Yuki! Where are you?" I yelled. The sound of sirens in front of Yuki's house spikes my adrenalin. I run to the last room he could possibly be in.

I hurry to his office.

I don't see a Yuki in here. All I see is the back of his laptop and the light shinning ahead and beer cans loitering the floor. Then a pale silhouette catches my eyes, it's a hand.

"Yuki!" I run over to the desk and discover Yuki lying on his stomach in a puddle of beer and vomit. I see the empty pill bottle in his hands. My eyes widen in terror.

People are in the distance yelling, "Is there anyone in here?" I ignored them all.

I set Yuki atop my lap and embrace him, "Yuki, Yuki, Yuki! Open your eyes!" I tap his cheek over and over.

Finally, he opened up his eyes. "Shu…ichi…?" his eyes are dilated.

"Yuki, I remember! I'm starting to remember my past!" I smile at him.

He smiles, "Shu…ichi where…have you been? I've been looking for…three years." His hand rests atop my cheek. I lay my hand on top of his.

"I'm here now Yuki…" I whisper. In the silence, I notice a noise in the background. I look over to the desk, it's a printer. I now notice all the papers on the floor and the papers still coming out. I take one of the papers and read some of the lines.

This is about me…I look down upon Yuki but his eyes are closed, his hand becomes limp in mine. My eyes widen at the horror…

…this story is Yuki's suicide note.

Yuki you can't die! Please don't die, not when I remember! "I'm sorry Yuki for not remembering any sooner! I'm so sorry…"

The footsteps are closer. I hear the cocking of guns and a police officer shouting, "Who's there?"

I look past the desk and at the office door with crying innocent eyes. "Please help him…he's going to die!" I embrace Yuki in my trembling arms and rock back and forth—hysterically.

They hold down their guns and look shockingly at the scene before them: A pink haired boy holding what appeared to be a dead man, beer bottles everywhere and papers fluttering around the room. Just what the hell is going on? One of them radios in an ambulance while the rest just stared.

All the while I whispered his name over and over until the sirens of the ambulance can be heard.

"Hang on Yuki, you're gonna get help…" I stroke his blonde hair and scan his godlike features. He can't dye, he just can't—I won't let my lover slip away from me like I did to him.

*END OF LETHAL AFFECTIONS*

So how did everyone enjoy the last chapter? My question is do you want a trilogy? A third edition to my series or do you think it's good stopping here? If there is going to be a third ed, the characters portrayed in it will be Yuki, Shuichi; with introduction of Riku and Fujisaki; and the comeback of Hiroshi.

Again, thank you for reading; I'm sad that this is the end of Lethal Affections. You all have been very kind to me since the beginning of the first chapter of A Heart in Amber to the last of Lethal Affections.

*Chapter Special: When We Were Young and in Love.

Yuki leans over me, his broad chest against mine. I map out every indent, every muscle, and every crease. I kiss his lips and wrap my scrawny legs around his body.

"Heh," he laughs. I smile at him and lick his lips; he seems to enjoy it very much. Yuki suddenly grabs hold of my shoulders and forces me to sit up. He turns me around and presses my back against his chest. He wraps one arm around my stomach and uses his other to glide down into my underwear. He begins to stroke me. I moan and press back, Yuki breathes heavily in my ear— making it just that harder to maintain my sanity.

"Mnnn, Yuki," I moan loudly.

"You like that, brat?" he asks with a grin as he strokes harder.

I nudge my nose under his chin and reply, "Mnnn…why do you always have to call me 'brat', Yuki?"

"Because I like it…" his grip tightens and my legs begin to flex harder. My head swings back and my neck muscles strain and my chest tighten. What's more, I feel Yuki against me, a wonderful sensation.

When I am three seconds from coming, Yuki slows down. I moan loudly, "Yuki….what are you doing?"

He licks my earlobe and down my neckline and to the tiptop of my slender shoulders. "I wanna hear you beg…." He chuckles.

"Yuki!" I yelled angrily.

"I'm just joking you punk…" he grins that grin I love so much. He whispers into my ear, "Put your hands on yourself."

I slide my hands down my abdomen and to the spot Yuki requested. I began to stroke until Yuki put his hands over my own and joined with me.

He delicately said, "I love seeing you do this, and I sure as hell love doing it." I bite my lower lip as the stroking intensified.

He forces a kiss, "Don't bite your lip, you're gonna cut yourself."

We engage in a long, passionate kiss with the moon shinning down on our slick bodies. I will never forget this kiss.

The night ends beautifully and we slept in an embrace until morning.

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