The promised day had arrived. Hikaru spruced up for the occasion. He pulled out his favorite T-shirt and a pair of Khakis. He sprayed himself with a blue perfume on the way out of his home. "I'm going to be at a friend's house, mom. I'll see you in a few days." Hikaru's mother smiled and waved goodbye. She was glad that Hikaru finally made another friend.

Two hours later, after getting lost repetitively, Hikaru found himself in front of a gate with the numbers "5578" printed on the side. "This is the address." Hikaru looked around, and went inside the gate. Akira's home was more average than he had thought. Though, Akira's home was still much fancier than his own. Intricate patterns of foliage were carved into the stone sides of the gate and the house was at the end of an elaborate garden. Hikaru walked up to the door, but before he could knock, a figure greeted him.

"Shindou! You're late; I thought you weren't coming," Akira said.

"Well...I...got lost...," Hikaru said while blushing. Akira stared into Hikaru's eyes for a moment, smiled, and led him

inside. Hikaru realized that Akira's house was fairly ordinary from the inside as well.

"We'll go to my room, so you can set your things down, and then we'll eat dinner. Is that okay?"

Hikaru's eyes widened. "Dinner! Why would I say no? What's for dinner?"

"Beef Cutlet."

"Beef Cutlet? Why not ramen? You should know it's my favorite!"

"Yes, I'm opening up your mind to new things, Shindou."

"I'm having romantic relations with a man! Don't tell me I don't try new things!" The two boys starred at each other. Akira
quickly hid his gaze and led Hikaru into his room.

"You may put your things anywhere. Please, make yourself at home."

"Phhh, why so formal?" Hikaru stuck out his tongue. "You don't have many guests, do you?" Realizing he had hit a bad subject, Hikaru said "How about we play a game of Go before dinner?"

Akira perked up. "Yes, I'd love to." Akira reached over Hikaru and grasped the Go board. As he was doing so, his foot slipped, and he flopped himself right on top of Hikaru. Hikaru's heart was pounding. His breathing became heavy, and his mind became cluttered. He could feel himself becoming aroused, and not knowing what else to do, leaned up into Akira's body. Akira was startled; he moved away from Hikaru and panted. He sat with his back facing Hikaru, and was silent. Hikaru, knowing he had made a wrong move, felt ashamed of his actions.

"Touya...I'm sorry. I didn't know...I'm sorry...Touya…I...I...I..."

"Stop it."

"Stop what?" Hikaru's breathing became heavier.

"Apologizing. You did what came natural..." Akira's face became bright red. He held his head towards the floor, hesitated, and focused his gaze back on his lover. "Actually...I wish you didn't stop. I didn't know what to do; I was just startled that you made such a bold move. I didn't know if I was ready or not. But, now I look into your eyes, and you make me feel like everything is alright. Looking at you now made me realize that I am ready; I really am. I want to share myself with you; my dreams; my feelings; my body; everything." Akira his face behind his hands as tears began to flood down his face. "I have never felt as loved as I do now. You're not just dating me because of my money or status; you really love me. And, I really love you. I know this isn't completely right; homosexuality. But, I don't think it's completely wrong either. At first, I thought of all the consequences if our secret leaked out, but now I can only think of the good things to come of our relationship. I want you, Shindou...No, Hikaru."

"...Akira." Without saying anymore, Hikaru kissed Akira on his cheek, licking up the wetness caused by his sobbing. Soon, his natural instincts were controlling his every move. His hand reached Akira's collar and began unbuttoning his Polo shirt. Akira reached for Hikaru's pants.

"Hikaru...You didn't zip your fly today."

Hikaru, in the process of removing Akira's clothing, replied, "Does it really matter? It just makes it easier for removal!" Hikaru finished removing Akira's shirt and watched as Akira began removing his pants. Hikaru stretched out his hand and fondled Akira's nipple. Soft, he thought. Akira stopped when he was finished with Hikaru's Khakis. Akira could feel his breathing gradually become heavier. He was also more aroused than he has ever been in his life. He grabbed hold of Hikaru's left shoulder with one hand, and began to take off Hikaru's boxers with the other. After removing those, Akira knelt down beside Hikaru and lunged his head towards Hikaru's bare legs. His lips grabbed hold of Hikaru's cock, and he began sucking every last bit of semen out of Hikaru. Hikaru fell forward, and pushed Akira down to the floor. Hikaru positioned himself so he was able to lick Akira's upper-body. Akira let out a small moan.

"Waah! I'm sorry, Akira! Is something wrong?"

"Nooo...Just continue."

"Should we switch? I mean, me being on the bottom?"

"No...I like it here." Hikaru smiled and reached his hand down to Akira's lower-body. Akira had stopped what he had been doing, so Hikaru gently laid Akira so his back was faced upward.

"Ready?"

"Ready."

The sun peaked its rays out from the curtains, and reached Hikaru's eyes. It's morning already, he thought. Hikaru focused his gaze onto his goddess sleeping beside him. "Gosh, he looks cute asleep," Hikaru said.

"I heard that," Akira said as he lifted his head up from his pillow.

"Akira-poo, I'm hungry! We never did get to eat dinner last night?"

Akira blushed, "But, we did get to have desert."

"Ahh, true!...I'm still hungry...For actual food this time." Hikaru hopped out of Akira's bed, still naks, and began to move downstairs. "I'll make you ramen, Akira! Do you have any? I will wear a pink apron and everything if it makes you excited!" Akira smiled, and slowly arose from his bed.

"There isn't any ramen, but you can wear a pink apron if you want."

Hikaru stuck out his tongue and said, "No way! I'm not wearing it if I can't have ramen too!" Akira gently kissed Hikaru on

the forehead. He made his way down to the kitchen and pulled out a box.

"Pancakes; that's basically all I have for breakfast," Akira said as he poured the mixture into a bowl.

"Oooh! I'll get the pan, Akira! I want to help!"

"The pans are in the left cabinet." Hikaru began scooping the mixture into the pan, attempting to make perfectly round pancakes. After Hikaru failed to produce a round pancake, Akira scooped up some mix and plopped it on the pan.

"Whoa! Akira! That's perfect..." Akira smiled at him. Hikaru began to laugh. "That one pancake I made looks like a penis."

Akira looked at the pancake, "It does..."

"It reminds me of you; it's so cute." Akira turned away and blushed. "Don't turn your back! I know you're embarrassed when you do that." Hikaru jumped on Akira's back and swung his arm around Akira's small shoulders. "Give me a piggyback ride!" Unable to sustain his weight, Akira dropped Hikaru on the floor.

"Hikaru, we should be more careful. We're both naked, and there is a giant window where you were about to step."

"Opps...Sorry. Should I give you a piggyback ride away from the window?"

"Actually, let's have breakfast first."

"We only have one more day together like this. We should eat while we have fun!" With those words, Akira began to realize that their fantasy would have to come to an end. After all, he would be looked down upon by his family for his actions with Hikaru. Their relationship would have to come to a hold until they were alone once more.

"Okay, let's do that. But, don't get crumbs all over me."