Seven of Seven
A Beat Daisukenojo and Neku Sakuraba Fanfiction
Series Dedicated to: The Key to Oblivion
Summary: Beat's mind is addled by the simple kiss that Neku gave him a month ago. Neku immediately avoided him, despite Beat still crashing at his place. However, Beat finds that he too is drawn to the mysterious boy. After stalking him and cornering him at Hachiko one hot summer night, Beat gathers up the courage to confront Neku. Despite Neku's attempts to avoid Beat once more, Beat reveals just the tip of the iceberg to his growing feelings.
Rated: M for Harsh/Suggestive Words and Hand jobs
Style: Seven chapters, with a possible bonus chapter
Author's Note: This chapter is rated M, as will all chapters after this point. There will be boy on boy contact. This is a yaoi based fanfiction series. As I said previously, I will not be vulgar, and there will not be an excess of a certain series of four letter words, unless that is the character's typical dialect. I believe in providing literature and prose, not a collection of words. Thank you, and enjoy Chapter 2 of Seven of Seven, entitled "Avoid".
Day Two: Avoid
It had been a month since Neku had kissed Beat.
A month filled and fueled by cold shoulders and silence.
Every time Beat would silently knock on Neku's door, the boy would let him in, guide him to whatever delicious meal he had crafted today, and would simply go and eat in his room. Sure, they walked to school together and ran perpetually late because of Beat's endless pit of a belly, but even Rhyme and Shiki had noticed something was different, and it wasn't the fact that Joshua had decided to moonlight as a student for a few days in class, then drop out because it was "boring to know all the information, but still be expected to perform on tap". It wasn't even the fact that at night, Beat listened to Neku's nightmares and didn't get up because he knew the redhead would deny them.
"Beat, what happened," Shiki whispered one summer evening. It was break, finally, and she and Rhyme had taken Beat shopping with them on that bright Sunday night at Shibukya's main store, basking in the evening's heat, but more so, wanting to get the 411 on Neku. "He seems..."
Beat nodded, his cheeks flaring to life. "He's just... He kissed me, yo," he said, his voice pitching up with embarrassment.
Rhyme smiled gently. "Yeah, I know..." Beat looked at her, flailing around as he came to understand what his sister had said.
"WAIT! HOW DO YOU KNOW!" Beat shouted. The crowd around he separated, avoiding him like the plague. Rhyme patted his shoulder, her twin skull cap sliding off her head as she tipped it up.
"Neku told me," Rhyme chirped. Shiki chuckled, tossing her styled hair back behind her ear.
"Ah, so that's why Neku's been so down. He has a crush!~" Shiki exclaimed, snapping her fingers in realization.
Rhyme nodded. "Yes, he's rather upset. He really likes you, big brother, but he's sure that you like more... curvaceous humans."
Beat blushed. "Well, I ain't gay, yo, but y'know..." Beat's voice trailed off as he fidgeted nervously. "Y'know!"
Shiki smiled as she guided the two to a bench. "Yes, we know. You're not gay, but you like Neku, don't you?" Beat nodded, ashamed of his feelings.
"But dat ain't the way! I can't be likin no... no... no boy!" Beat sighed and looked down, pulling his cap off of his hair and mussing it up. He felt sad that it had been so long since Neku had talk to him, but he felt even more determined.
"Well," Shiki said, a kind smile on her face. "I think that you should tell him. We're behind you all the way, plus I think it's fair that you tell him so Neku won't go prematurely grey." All three busted out laughing at that, tears bubbling up in their eyes.
"Feel better now, big brother?" Rhyme asked, resting her hand on his forearm. Beat nodded, smiling.
"Yeah, now I think I can deal wit' Phones," Beat nodded.
Shiki smiled. "Good, because here he comes," she sang cheerfully, grabbing Rhyme and running off with her. Beat gasped and looked around.
"Dammit, Shiki, Rhyme," he muttered, crossing his arms. The streets were clearing out now, and Neku's red hair was visible. He looked different. Neku sported a pair of skinny jeans and wore a tight, but light, black parka. His head was bobbing to an imaginary beat. "He's not wearing his headphones," Beat noted. "He has no excuse as to why he can't hear me..."
Neku mouthed something, pulling out his phone and sighing. He looked up and roved his eyes around, landing them on Beat. They went wide and he wound to life, taking off towards the Scramble. "Oh no you don't, you brat," Beat yelled, pealing after Neku.
Neku might have been wiry and lanky, but Beat was athletic naturally, and easily caught up to Neku quick enough to see him run to the empty statue of Hachiko. Tokyo's heat had a way of keeping people of the streets, and the resounding quiet that occurred as Beat walked towards Hackiko was a reminder of how quickly he wanted to be home. "Yo, Phones! I know what's up," Beat yelled as he saw Neku, back to him, kneeling behind Hachiko.
"Just leave me alone," Neku cried feebly.
"Sorry, yo, but tha' ain't happenin!" Beat yelled, flopping down on the opposite side of Hackiko. "I know how you feel, and I'm sorry for tha', yo, but avoidin me ain't gonna fix nuthin."
Neku jumped out and walked over to Beat. "...Who told you?"
Beat got up slowly, locking his gaze with Neku's. In one swift move, he slammed Neku up against the statue, his anger getting the best of him. "Rhyme did, because she ain't no kitten! At least she had the guts to tell me! Yo Phones, what's the issue with that? Did you think I'd hate you, or is it some crap like you're too anti- social!" Beat yelled the last part, his anger raging inside his belly. Beat was hurting. He was angry and he was hurt and he was in love with this boy he fought beside.
Neku shivered, a scowl on his face. "No. Maybe I didn't say anything because I didn't feel like it!" Neku struggled hard, his arms pinned. He shoved his foot into Beat's stomach hard, knocking the air out of him. Neku dashed away from Hackiko, his feet pounding the pavement hard. "Just leave me alone!"
Beat growled and dashed after Neku and hurled his weight forward, grabbing Neku by the waist and slamming them into the warm pavement. "Stop... a...avoiding me!" Beat struggled, attempting to pin Neku to the ground.
"Get off of me!" Neku struggled but Beat dug his knees into his back, and he moaned as a quick rush of pain blossomed through him.
"We're going home," Beat growled.
Beat deposited Neku on the couch, sitting on the table and glaring at him. "Now, you're gonna shut up and stay put." Neku pouted, folding his arms tightly. "Now look, I didn't know you felt that way. Sure widda been nice if you told me three years ago. I would jumped your bones right den and 'are."
Neku blushed slightly. "You would have what?"
Beat smirked. "I would have jumped your bones, yo. Ya know, I woulda done you." Neku's face turned red, and he looked down.
"Is that all?" Neku whispered.
Beat scoffed. "Na, yo. We woulda watched movies together and we'd get dragged to go shoppin with my sis and Shikster, and we woulda been together. But no," Beat glared at Neku. "You ain't man enough ta even tell me? Yo, that's just dirty."
Neku growled. "I am too man enough," he shouted.
Beat nodded no, folding his arms. "Bet you won't even kiss me again."
Neku liked to prove people wrong.
Like a cat, Neku jolted forward, grabbing the front of Beat's shirt and crushing his lips against the blond. Beat parted his lips, rough and chapped, and shoved his tongue into Neku's mouth, pushing the redhead down onto the couch and smirking. "Damn," Beat whispered. "That's damned hot." Neku rolled his eyes, agitation immediate on his face.
"Shut up and kiss me." Beat nodded and sighed.
"Fine, but don't complain later," Beat muttered, pressing himself against Neku. Neku moaned softly, and Beat took the chance to re-insert his tongue into Neku's sweet and spicy mouth. He massaged every tooth and bit of Neku he could, the hot, wet cavern like heaven. Neku whimpered when Beat drew back to breath, his debauched face glowing.
"Beat... I... I really care about you... I have since the games ended," Neku whispered.
"I know," Beat smiled. "Why else would I have told you you didn't get a choice in coming back to life?" Neku nodded as Beat ran a hand down his chest, marveling at the boy beneath him. He leaned up on one elbow, which was hard due to the width of the couch being no larger than Beat. "Bedroom, now."
Neku blushed and nodded. "I'm still not talking much to you, just as a heads up. But I will make a nice breakfast."
Beat smirked as he tossed Neku over his shoulder, patting his butt. "I know." Neku squealed as Beat dashed up the stairs, tossing him onto his bed. "You're gonna talk after this though. Sit up and enjoy."
Neku sat up shyly, his parka half-open and his jeans ruffled. His hair had deflated from the heat and sweat, and it had fallen to form a sort halo around his heart-shaped face. Beat reached out for his pants, and began to undo the zipper. "Hey, hey, he-"
"Calm down, Phones. I ain't givin ya a blow job," Beat rolled his eyes, sighing. He smirked ad winked. "At least not today." Beat continued with little resistance, only to have Neku comment on how cold his legs were when Beat pushed his boxers down. Beat chided him, saying 'Yo dude, the moment, don't mess up the moment' only to have Neku scowl and mutter that it was his body.
Neku watched nervously as Beat smirked deviously. Even kneeling, Beat was still taller than Neku. The bed might have been low to the ground, but Beat was as tall as a tree. "Ready to enjoy?" Beat crooned. Neku nodded, clenching up. Beat slowly wrapped his hand around Neku's erection. "I only do this for people I love, so count yourself lucky that you're the first." Beat squeezed his erection tightly, sliding his hand up and down slowly, dipping his index finger into the slit. Neku turned into an instant pile of mush, grunting and groaning.
"Beat... I can't last too long," Neku cooed as Beat spat on his hand and slide his palm faster. Neku cringed. "Ew, maybe I can." Beat rolled his eyes and squeezed, causing Neku to see stars. He increased his tempo, sliding his hand along Neku's girth. For a skinny boy, Neku was quite sizable. Beat kissed his shoulder, squeezing hard and faster. Neku whimpered, rolling his hips forward.
Beat leaned up close to Neku's ear. "C'mon. You can release. Don't be embarrassed in front of me." Neku cried out and thrust three more times before he spilled himself onto Beat's hands. The blond smiled, grabbing a towel (When had he gotten that, Neku wondered) and wiping his hand clean. Neku leaned back on his elbows, his chest heaving.
"I..." Neku was speechless. He leaned forward and tugged his pants up, exhaustion settling in. Beat smiled and chuckled softly.
"Yeah, I know I'm good," he joked. Neku launched a pillow at him. "Well, I'll be in my room if you need. Call if you have another nightmare."
Neku gasped. "You... You know?"
Beat nodded as he gathered himself together. "Yeah. Now that I've been staying here more and more, you seem to have them worse now." Neku reached out towards Beat, scrambling to not fall off the bed.
"They don't happen when you snore. I listen to you, not the dreams. If you slept in here, I'm sure they'd be better."
Beat smiled gently. "You owe me curry, pork cutlets, rice, and toast for breakfast." Neku rolled his eyes playfully.
"Fine. Now change so we can sleep." Neku's plans to snuggle, even though he was usually stoic, wouldn't fail.
Beat smiled and nodded. "Only if I can have my cutlets."
Neku growled, his face turning red as Beat ran from his room, a barrage of pillows landing smartly against him. "Go to your own room, you big oaf!"