Taro Yamada felt the cool April breeze run through his hair as he brought out a book that he had brought with him today. The fake cover over it was to make it look like a generic fantasy novel but he was actually reading Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austin.

He had been the odd one out within his family for years. Whenever he met up with his distant relatives or went to a dinner party, he always found himself looking at the men more than the women. He only realised the implications of this after Osana attempted to confess to him, he felt bad for turning her down but couldn't agree to hiding who he was in that way.

He sighed. How was he supposed to tell his family about who he really was?

He glanced about the place, he had to admit there were a few boys that he considered very cute: Iruka from class 1-2 was one he found attractive but considered a bit young, Shin as well but he was far too gloomy for Taro. Ayato Aishi was the most attractive out of the three in his mind for the moment, the right age and was hot with his low-fade side parting. He was tall as well, likely the tallest student in Akademi.

He had bumped into Ayato while heading towards class, Ayato was quick to help him off the floor while gathering his books. Taro swore he saw his tall kohai blush slightly, though he believed that he must have imagined it.

Ayato had also made an effort to get to know him, which only deepened the feelings that burned inside him. The truth was, he was finding it harder each day to not confess to Ayato. Taro found himself awkward and spindly, whereas he was sure that Ayato had been sculpted from clay by Kisshōten herself.

Tall, good looking and one of the most intelligent students in Akademi. Taro couldn't see how someone like Ayato, who could easily charm any man or woman he wanted, would want him. He sighed longingly, the poems that were appearing on his desk were a curiosity that he was intrigued by.

Though the days, they were edging closer into r-rated territory. The last one had documented how the writer longed to sweep Taro into his arms and disappear with him forever. A desperate part of his wished desperately for Ayato to have been the one who had written them. Amai clocked on pretty quickly that Taro wasn't interested in her before pursuing someone else, Kizana was plain irritating so he rejected her confess too.

Oka picked up a 'terrible darkness' in Taro and had started avoiding him like the plague. He thought she was quite cute so the avoidance did hurt him a bit. He was fed up of attracting girls.

Ayato was looking at him again with that watchful, protective look in his mysterious gaze. Ayato's mist coloured eyes had haunted him in his sleep, making him awake in a heat driven frenzy. He had kept each poem in a small box which he now carried with him everywhere, his secret admirer had him wrapped around his or her fingers.

The unknown identity of his admirer forever infuriated him.

He entered the classroom, only to find another poem. They had been previously been wrapped in a pink ribbon with a cream envelope. The envelope was red this time with a black ribbon, he opened it and read the contents…

Seductive hunger burns so brightly

As I think of your body nightly.

Skin sweet as sugar

A gentle, placid figure.

My love for you so electric

Longing to tear away at the fabric.

I long to touch your most private place

Let me satisfy your ache…

- Meet me in the maze during Lunch break.

Taro blushed feverishly as he read the little poem. His mind was riddled with mental pictures of someone claiming him as theirs, being taken from the front and behind. Sometimes it was Iruka or Shin but Ayato was the one who dominated these sinful daydreams of his.

Taro found it incredibly hard to study when the images fleeted across his mind.

Lunch finally came and Taro bolted to the Maze. It had become foggy as he approached, the maze loomed over him as he entered. He knew it inside out, swiftly making his way to the centre before sitting down. The fog thickened around him.

A lone figure finally emerged from the fog, wearing a fox mask that had been cut off just under the nose. The problem was that Shin and Iruka were a similar height and build to Ayato, the mask was an annoyance which he tried to remove only to have his hand caught by the person in the mask. Who Taro could only guess was the person who had written the poems.

The figure leaned over, pulling away his uniform from his neck; he bit the tender flesh gently to make Taro relinquish all control. A gasp rushed through his body and out through his mouth and the figure brought Taro to the ground. The figure leered over him, undoing his shirt to let the muscle under it shine through.

Taro squirmed under the hold of the admirer. He couldn't keep himself from wanting more, he went to reach the mask one more time before the figure grabbed it once again. He pinned Taro to the ground, making the upper-class man tremble under him with anticipation rather than fear. Taro wanted this man, it didn't need to be anyone in particular but he wanted the bulge in the figure's trousers.

"Please…" Taro pleaded softly, undoing his shirt. The figure could barely keep himself contained, one sound and the facade would collapse. The figure took Taro's hand, nibbling on it as the twitchy young man under him unbuckled his belt.

Taro's stiffness flicked out from his trousers and twitched in the cool air. The figure took it in his mouth, making Taro moan. Each moan made him want to bend his upper-class man over and take him from behind but he was going to take his time and enjoy this.

Taro shivered from the feeling of warmth around his member. He gripped the grass around him to try and cope with the exposure of his sinful pleasure. The figure stopped before pulling out a hollow ball mouth piece. He put it on Taro's mouth before flipping him onto his front, the figure couldn't help but marvel at the plump little ass that lay before him.

The figure unbuckled his belt, the noise causing Taro to become excited enough to hoist his pelvis up in the air, the figure took this as consent.

He massaged Taro's opening with something his couldn't quite pinpoint, what he did realise was this was to soften it up for when the real fun began. Taro couldn't wait, he bit down on the mouthpiece as he felt something hot and long enter him.

The feeling was heavenly, Taro started to moved his ass back and forth only for the figure to start roughly pounding him. He squirmed, revelling in the naughtiness of whoever this figure was. He really wanted to know who possessed the stiffness that was ploughing through him now. Was it the gloomy Shin delving into something primal and possessive? Or sporty Iruka taking out his hot frustrations on Taro's ass? Or was it the mysterious Ayato who riddled Taro helpless to his whims and wishes?

The mental image of all three of them behind him was driving him up the wall. Just who was it?

The figure could sense Taro's pattern of thinking, punishing him for thinking of any other man but him by ramming further into him. The sudden influx of pleasure overwhelmed him, making him climax onto the grass.

The figure didn't stop pounding, not until he pumped his own love into Taro.

Taro panted on the grass as he body came to its senses, only to find that the figure was gone. His underwear too had vanished which left Taro in quite the predicament but for that, it was worth it.

Ayato had, once again, followed Taro home after Akademi was done with for the day. He got home afterwards and fled to his room, taking out Taro's underwear from his bag. His precious token of what had taken place the day, god ramming himself into Taro's sweet little ass had been better than his wildest dreams could have predicted.

The gasps and moans that escape Taro's mouth would occupy him into his sleep tonight he was sure. A giggle escaped him before becoming mad laughter. Taro was his, his! He had claimed him before anybody else could.

He licked his lips before going out into Buraza town and grabbing some food. Taro's favourite food was Teriyaki Salmon with miso vegetables, so he decided to make it.

Dinner eaten, he got to work putting Taro's underwear into the shrine. He yet again giggled, letting his budding madness out into the world. With his parents in America, he had the house to himself. He wanted to drag Taro here and take him everywhere but his mother had a surprise for him for when she called.

"It's nearly finished dear, I'm sure you will love it" Ryoba had said to him sweetly as they left for the airport.

Ayato took out a photo of Taro reading at the fountain as he settled down for the night...