Chapter 6

I stormed off hastily in anger and found my cycle. Before I climbed on it, I skimmed around the area to see if I could find Hiro anywhere nearby. That jerk was pissing me off! If I were to see him again, I would probably beat him up for lying to me. What the fuck was wrong with him?

As I started my engine and was about to leave, I caught a headlight flashing toward me. It appeared to be another bike that was approaching in high speed. It ran solo in the opposite direction of the race, going fast and downhill. I found a familiar feeling revisited me as the bike came in closer and zoom passed me. It was so fast that all I was able to see were lines of colors painting the dark night and a vague image of a rider with long hair sneaked away. Was it Nikki? Did she finish the race? I found an urge to follow and chase down whoever it was. For now, it seemed to be a good idea to cool off.

I followed the bike as fast as I could, but the rider in front kept a good distance between us. I wondered if she knew that I was following her. When the ride finally stopped, my lungs were about to stop too. The surrounding atmosphere was like a nightmare. Why did she stop in front of Hiro's apartment? Was she his new lover? I wasn't close enough to see her face and her back was facing me. She parked her bike, got onto her feet and pulled off her helmet. There a lock of long, dark, glowing hair reflected from the street's light fell out from beneath the helmet. The sight of that hair bouncing its body down and pressing against the back that it belonged to, caused my heart skip a beat. This feeling was familiar. I couldn't mistake it; it was the same feeling that captured my vision that night at the bar. But, wait! My chest was throbbing in so much pain. This feeling; it was also the same feeling that I had when I raced Nikki four years ago. That couldn't be Nikki over there. No! It was someone else. Even the bike was different. That bike!

"HIRO!" I yelled, assuming the person was about to walk into the apartment complex was him. There was no mistake about it, that bike belonged to him. It was his black Honda 599x model.

"Tatsuha? Is that you?" He turned around. It was him!

"Yeah, it's me." I parked my bike to the side and walked up to him. I was not about to let him run away from me this time. I had so many questions for him and I needed to get them answered.

"Aren't you supposed to be with Nikki?" He asked.

"What about you?"

"I… I couldn't. I thought that you were…," he paused in the middle of his sentence and caught me looking at him without blinking an eye, "I couldn't stay. I started to feel butterflies in my stomach, so I'd told Shuichi to give my regards to Nikki and left."

Sure, of course he had butterflies in his stomach. Bastard! He'd been lying all these time.

"Do you think that I could come up and have some coffee with you?" I asked.

He stared at me, giving me a look saying 'you know better'. "It's late, Tatsuha. I need to rest and get up earlier tomorrow. We have some more practices for our concert next week."

"Oh, that. I've almost forgot about it. Shuichi gave me two passes."

"Great, then I guess you can take Nikki along to see us play. She would enjoy it."

I was still staring at him. I couldn't believe how well he was acting. Maybe he should consider quitting the music industry and go into acting instead. He was so good at it.

"Is something wrong?" He asked me. "If there isn't anything else, then I have to go."

I stepped forward and grabbed his arms. "Fuck you, Hiro! You know that I have more to say! I need to talk to you!"

"Must you always be rough with me?"

I released my grip. "It's because of you. You did this to me. Whenever I'm around you, this is the only way I could get your attention."

He stared at me; eyes softened and heaved a small sigh, "Did you say that you wanted coffee? I'll make a fresh pot."

He led the way into his apartment and I followed him. This was the first time that I had ever lay feet into his quarters. Man! Was he clean? Everything was nice and squared away. I could use some help with my apartment.

He went into his kitchen to brew a new pot of coffee while I took a seat on his coach. My eyes started to wander and they caught some pictures in sight. I stood up to get a closer look at them. There were a few shots of Hiro, Shuichi and Suguru together with their Bad Luck's label on them. I found another one with him alone. The picture displayed him in his black tights, playing his guitar; his shirt was slightly loose exposing his firm chest. It made me swallowed hard as I thought of how firm his body was rubbing against mine and that tight ass of his enveloping my entire length.

As I stood there drooling over his picture, I wanted to thrust inside of him once more. Why was it that I wanted him so much? Was it because he didn't want to give me what I desired? Like someone always said, you always craved for the things that you couldn't get. The more something was unobtainable, the more desire grew inside of one's mind until one was satisfied.

"How do you like your coffee?" He asked me.

I turned around and eyed him standing behind the kitchen counter. "Black." I replied per that was exactly how I felt at that moment and how he treated me at that moment: Dark and bitter.

"Black?" He chuckled. "I thought that you're the type that would prefer milk and sugar."

"It's all depends on the occasion and the mood that I'm currently in." I replied.

He stared at me as if he knew exactly what I meant. As I said, I felt dark for thinking of all the dirty thoughts that I wanted to do with him. Yet, I also felt bitter, because part of me knew that he wouldn't submit to me that easily. He'd been avoiding me since that night and even more since Nikki arrived.

"Here you go." He said as he handed me my cup of coffee.

"Thank you." I replied and took a seat back on the couch.

He settled his cup of coffee on the table between us and took a seat opposite from me, spreading his legs and relaxing his back against the couch. He sat there as if he didn't know that I was burning inside. Was his trying to tempt me? I swore my eyes took over and caught that damn distraction between his legs. As I leveled my eyes back up, I licked my dried lips; they'd already dehydrated from my internal heat.

"So, what did you want to talk to me about?" He asked.

"I…"

"What is it man? If you don't want to talk then you should leave."

I took in the bitterness of my coffee in one gulp and roughly placed the cup on the coffee table. "I want to know why you lie to me."

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Shuichi told me everything about you and Nikki, about your relationship with her before she left to the foreign land and about your unborn baby." He stood frozen as I continued, "He even told me about your alcohol intake."

His eyes shot wide opened.

"Why are you doing this to me? You let me fuck you then you dump me for no reason at all! You set me up! What's wrong with you?"

He didn't say a word and looked away to avoid my eye's contact.

"Hiro, just answer me this one question. Do you like me?"

"I…"

"Why the fuck are you hesitating? Is a yes or no answer, just give me one freaking answer!"

"Why are you bringing this up? I thought that I'd said it before. There's nothing between us."

"If there is nothing, then say 'NO' and I'll leave you alone!" I smacked my injured hand onto the table.

"You have Nikki now, so why are you talking about this nonsense? I don't have time to talk ridiculous with you!" He also matched my strength and abused his coffee table. "Under all the bossiness, Nikki is a gentle girl. Take good care of her."

"Then why didn't you take care of her? Why did you push that responsibility to me?"

"Fuck you, Tatsuha! Like I said, you will never take responsibility and be serious about any relationship. You like her don't you? Don't tell me that you haven't slept with her yet?"

"So, I slept with her, but whose fault is that?"

"Are you saying that it's my fault?"

"Yes!"

My bold response pissed him off; he stormed over and pulled me by the collar of my white polo shirt. "You asshole! It's your dick, so you have full control over who you stick it in!" He got overacted and was panting hastily as he shouted in my face.

I shook myself off and grabbed hold of his hands. Damn! He was strong. "What's this? I sense some jealousy?"

Hiro was about my height, maybe an inch shorter. His furious eyes met mine in flames. Were they flames of passion or flames of hatred?

"Fu…" He tilted his head up slightly and was about to bad mouth me again, but the slightness shift of his head raised his lips; they were so close, just inches away from mine. I couldn't help myself, but to kiss them.

He pulled back; eyes narrowed and looked at me painfully.

"I know you like it." The kiss calmed me down as I spoke against his lips. "Forget everything and only think of me at this moment. I want you, Hiro. I'm madly in love with you."

"Tatsuha…"

"Shh…" I closed his lips again and this time he kissed me back. I knew it all along; he liked me.

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End of Chapter

Smile: Fluffy stuff. I don't have a plot planned out for this story. I sat in front of my computer one day and just started typing. I've been putting my thought together as they come. I'm thinking a little smut (lemon) session in the next chapter.