Epilogue
Hiiragi Takuya watched his father with more than the usual apprehension. Asakura and Hiiragi the senior were eyeing each other with the ferocity of bulls. But where Saki sneered under dark eyelashes, Takuya's father bared his teeth and fair growled.
He was twice a failure, he was sure. Gay, and not only gay, but with such a misfit?
At least his mother liked him, not that that would have any weight on his father's decision.
"How old are you?"
"Eighteen last May."
"Name again?"
"Asakura Saki."
Takuya's eyes ran between them like watching a tennis match as the inquisition continued. When dinner came, it was a relief. At least then they could be silent while doing something. Hitonari kept sending him glances down the table, and Takuya wished desperately that he had told him before hand. He had a feeling that his little brother needed this.
It was a long night.
Saki's cigarette's smoke was ripped and taken away, dispersed, by the night wind.
"It wasn't that bad," he said finally, sneaking a glance at a silent and sullen Takuya. "At least he didn't yell. My parents always used to yell."
Takuya glanced back at him, hands carefully placed on the leather wheel.
"Did you notice that he didn't speak to me at all the entire time?" he asked, irritable.
"He'll get over it. You can tell he prizes you above anything."
The slight bitterness in Saki's voice made Takuya reach out to grab the back of the younger boy's head, catching in the gel-studded spikes, forcing his head forward a little. Asakura smiled, even if the wound was not gone away. He always did. The hand slid down the side of his head and rested on his cheek. They had stopped at a light.
He tilted his head, eyes almost closed, heart beating noticeably. His lips and teeth caught hold of the tender flesh of Takuya's hand, tongue sliding out to taste salt and skin. Pressing a soft kiss, he looked Takuya straight in the eye.
"You really are staying, aren't you?"
Takuya's smile was half a grimace, but what smile there was, was true.
"It's too late to back out now."
It was too late from the first.
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