One – Chapter 9

(Hello Everyone! I've had some time over the holidays, so I've been writing quite a bit. Thus, I will be uploading a new chapter today, and another one in just a couple of days! I hope you enjoy! :D

ALSO: There is a bit of 'rape' in this chapter, though it isn't THAT violent, so you have been warned! 😉

Yu-Gi-Oh! ZEXAL and its characters belong to Kazuki Takahashi and his associates)

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Doing the next cluster of classes, 4 hours in all, Astral sought Yumas aid roughly midway through them.

Yuma had noticed that the alien had begun shivering beside him, fidgeting in his seat as though uneasy and after their talk a few nights earlier, Yuma remembered that this was a possible sign of him needing another transfer and under their table, he took Astrals hand and turned his head to look at him.

Astral, sensing eyes on him, turned his head too, and impossibly wide, almost shining eyes, met Yumas red ones. And Astral had nodded his yes, to Yumas unspoken question.

Thus, the alien had used their hands as conduit and transferred a substantial portion of energy to Yuma, making the young man pant quietly beneath his breath, due to the strain of attempting to seem outwardly unaffected, whilst on the same time adjusting to the new power being passed to him.

But they'd handled it and once the transfer was complete, Astral had calmed down again, for a time…

Now they were nearing the end of the afternoon lessons and once again, Astral was sitting uneasily beside his partner. Yuma noticed it, but his skin still felt like it was on fire from the previous transfers and he was ashamed to admit, that he was hesitant about another large transfer again so soon.

He knew Astral needed him, but he hoped it could wait at least until they were on the bus and could shy, somewhat, away from the looks of others.

He was unsure if it could though. Astral had his hands grinding against one another out of view of others, his breathing was somewhat rapid and from time to time, he tensed up for a few seconds, before letting out a long, quiet breath of air and lowering his head.

All signs pointed to him needing it as soon as possible, and yet Yuma did not ask him about it.

Suddenly, Astral moaned quietly, and Yuma glanced at him out the corner of his eye, noticing that his partner was biting his lip, hard enough to draw blood.

Yuma had never seen Astral bleed before, no matter how injured he was, so it startled him, causing his eyes to widen slightly with fear.

He assumed it was because of his time, but not knowing for sure, troubled him deeply.

He wanted to ask him about it, but he clearly sensed that breaking the aliens focus right now, would be a very bad idea, so he didn't.

At the same time, he heard his name called and jumped in his seat, trying to figure out where it came from, only to realize that it was the Sensei who wanted him to do something.

"Tsukumo" she repeated again "are you listening?".

Yuma rose, startled, and bowed slightly, before nodding.

"Oh, yes, sorry Sensei. I was supposed to read, right?". His teacher sighed, then repeated her request, knowing perfectly well that her student had only been listening with half an ear.

"Yes, Tsukumo, if you would please. From chapter 16, page 152, line 5" she said, and Yuma nodded.

"Right" he responded and then quickly found the requested lines and started reading. It was English, a subject he was stronger in than math, but still didn't exactly excel in.

As he had moved, Astral had nearly jumped out of his seat, pure fear running through him at seeing Yuma so outed.

He nearly grabbed him instinctively to pull him back down in the chair but managed to stop himself in the last second with a quiet groan.

Once he did, he grabbed the edge of the table tightly, making his blue knuckles turn into a pale white, that resembled his hair color.

Why did he need Yuma so frequently already?! It made no sense! It shouldn't be this bad until day 6, or 5 at the earliest.

Yet, it was only day 4 and already he had to transfer energy every two hours.

It wasn't good.

Yuma would suffer if it continued like this! He hoped, with all his heart, that it was only in the school his energy build so fast, and only because of all the attention that was continuously locked on him because it was his first day. If it wasn't, then he didn't know what to do.

Once Yuma had sat down again, he immediately glanced at Astral once more.

Noticing, with a jolt of fear in his heart, that the alien was grasping the table painfully hard and that his eyes were more distant than ever and seemed dark.

So, it really couldn't wait after all.

With a quiet sigh, he turned his head and glanced briefly at Astral, before lowering it again and seemingly focusing on his textbook, though in truth his mind was elsewhere.

"Astral… how are you holding up?" he asked across their telepathic link. Astral jumped in the chair as he spoke, but didn't turn his head to look at him.

With an immense show of will, he released the table, hiding his hands beneath it again and closed his eyes, before he answered "I… I'm… struggling".

"Yeah, I can sense that" Yuma responded "but can you manage until school's out for the day?".

Astral moaned quietly at that, resulting in those at the two tables nearest to them sending them strange glances, before focusing on the Sensei again, once Yuma send them each an awkward smile, as if to say everything was just fine.

"Astral!" the young man then said, somewhat startled, across their link "quiet down!".

Again, Astral moaned, though this time it was so low that even Yuma could only just hear it.

"I'm sorry Yuma… forgive me" the blue alien communicated, but the message seemed a little blurred compared to normal, which made Yuma frown.

That couldn't be a good sign.

Suddenly, one of the girls at the table nearest Astral, yelped and rose, resulting in every head in the class turning to her and the Sensei asking what was going on.

"Something shocked me!" the girl complained and Astral nearly fell out of his chair. Luckily, Yuma grabbed the sleeve of his uniform jacket and kept him seated so as not to create even more of a ruckus, but Astral seemed even more pale than before, once Yuma could see his face again.

"He's losing control" the young man thought to himself and swallowed.

"There's only about 10 more minutes left of this lesson Astral. Then we can do another transfer before we head for the bus. It doesn't come until half past anyways" he attempted to communicate across their link, but as he got absolutely no reaction from Astral, he was unsure if the other had even heard him.

He seemed to have withdrawn completely into himself now, but luckily the Sensei just told the girl that it had most likely been static electricity caused by her uniform, coupled with the weather and the girl, though she pouted a bit, seemed to accept that this might very well have been the case, so it appeared that no one had noticed Astrals little mishap.

Yuma knew better though. Time was running out for the next transfer to be done safely, and it troubled him to know how hard it must be for Astral to fight something so instinctual within himself.

Through the next minutes, Astral remained distant, but his uneasiness subsided until he sat almost entirely still again.

Yuma couldn't feel anything but worry at that though, knowing that no energy had been transferred that could explain the others sudden stillness.

As the class came to an end and everyone rose to bow to the Sensei as she dismissed them and left, Astral still didn't move and as the rest of their classmates emptied out of the room, there was still no reaction in him.

Yumas heart was hammering with worry in his chest, but even so he still managed to bid his friends goodbye and none of them seemed to pay much attention to the fact that Astral didn't say anything as they bid him goodbye too.

When everyone had left, Yuma allowed his panic to take over, as he turned in his chair beside Astral, placing his hands on the aliens' shoulders, calling for the other. "Astral, Astral! Snap out of it! Come on! Don't do this! Don't slip away from me!".

Astral didn't react, except by twitching slightly, and so Yuma moved on to take his hands amongst his own and let his forehead touch that of the other, repeating his calling across their link as well. "Astral, please… Hear me… Snap out of this! You need to transfer your energy to me! Come on! Now's our chance!" he called, but still only the faintest of reaction came from his lover.

So in the end, Yuma cast a glance around the completely empty classroom, and then braved stealing a passionate kiss from the other, placing one hand on his cheek and the other on his neck as he telepathically called once more. "Please… Astral… come back to me…"…

After what felt like forever, Yuma finally sensed Astral react, returning the kiss with such great desire that it made Yumas head swim.

Next thing he knew, Astrals hand was moving under his shirt and he gasped, as the alien forced his lips apart to make their tongues dance.

"A…Astral! Stop! We're… we're… at school!" Yuma panted out, once the alien gave him pause to do so. His whole body was feeling hot and his uniform was already quite unruly from Astrals attempts at getting to his skin, which left the young man completely baffled. He'd never seen Astral like this before!

But the alien continued to force himself on him, pushing him down on the floor as he placed himself on his groin, leaning down over him to lock their tongues again.

"Ah… Ahh!" Yuma moaned "As…tral… Not… Not here, please. Someone… could see… bathrooms. We should go to… the bathrooms!".

Astral seemed to hear him, though his eyes remained dark and distant, and quickly rose, picking Yuma up bridal style and then taking off in flight in the direction that Yuma had led him, previously in the day.

Yuma couldn't think straight, his mind still muddled by Astrals strange behavior, but he did manage to consider whether flying through the school was such a great idea, all things considered.

Luckily, Yumas class had been one of the latest in the day, and most students had already left the buildings, to head home.

So, in the end, they didn't see anyone else in the hallways, which Yuma found himself deeply grateful for.

As they reached the boys bathroom, Astral made the door jump open just seconds before they reached it and then headed straight for the stall they had been in earlier, making the door lock behind them, as he pushed Yuma down on the toilet and once more placed himself in his groin.

It was obvious what he wanted, but Yuma wasn't exactly comfortable with the setting they were now in, even as it was at least better than the open classroom had been.

He didn't get much choice in the matter though, as Astral now unbuttoned his own pants and grabbed Yumas hand, forcing it down into the boxers he'd burrowed for the day.

Once inside them, Yumas fingers quickly found a very wet slit and he felt his glory rising as he ran two fingers up and down Astrals sex.

Within seconds, Astral was moaning, moving with his fingers and placing his arms around Yumas neck to remain close to him.

The blush in Astrals cheek, told Yuma that the alien was beyond aroused, and it made his own temperature rise substantially quite rapidly, as his erection grew to full size, though it remained trapped beneath his own uniform.

About a minute of rubbing later, Astral gasped loudly, shutting his eyes tightly as he cried out with his climax and Yuma felt a massive spray of liquid gush out over his fingers, just as energy seemed to explode around them, so powerful it lit up the stall like a flashlight

It nearly brought the young man to his own climax right there and then, but Astral clearly wasn't done, as he only took a few seconds to breathe in, before getting to work on Yumas uniform pants and then his boxers, still in what seemed like a daze, eyes half-closed and cheeks surprisingly colorful considering his complexion, freeing the trapped erection beneath and moaning, as his eyes glanced at it.

Before Yuma could react much, Astral moved just enough to make his pants and boxers slide down, before he removed them, allowing him the room he needed to position himself directly above Yumas erection and then push himself down over it with a loud gasp, until Yuma was fully sheathed within his heat.

As he did, Yumas breath hitched and his hands moved to cup Astrals exposed rear, making the alien swallow hard, before he started moving back and forth rhythmically, driving Yuma crazy with arousal and desire.

For every second that passed, Yuma felt his body filling up with more and more energy, and he realized that this was Astrals way of transferring what was necessary, whilst on the same time not overloading him, because the energy left him again almost as quickly as it entered him.

And the young man was so very grateful that this way of transferring seemed, so far, completely painless, but in his passion, he could not word this gratefulness, only drink in his partners presence.

5 minutes later, Yuma felt his climax approaching, and not certain whether Astral would accept receiving his essence or not, he panted out between heated kisses "ah.. Astral… close… I'm close… Should I?... Is it alright?... ASTRAL!".

The other only rode him faster and the sound of Astrals' wetness being all but slammed against him, drove Yuma over the edge.

With a cry, he came, deep inside his lover, the load larger than normally for a reason Yuma couldn't even begin to wonder about.

He just jerked a few times as the release washed through him and when he was all emptied out, he leaned his forehead heavily against Astrals shoulder, continuously panting, completely unable to grasp what had just happened…