Chapter Two
"Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you." He reached out to stroke a lock of Misaki's hair. "It would be a shame to damage a boy as cute as you."
Misaki froze. He didn't understand. Was the man messing with him? Did he think it was funny to screw with a frightened boy?
"Your hair is quite soft," he said, rubbing strands between his fingertips. He leaned down and took a deep breath. "Mmmm… smells good too."
He was close, close enough that Misaki could see the purple sunburst of his iris and the long lashes surrounding his eye. The man was beautiful: smooth skin, strong jaw, and pink lips. Misaki was completely absorbed, momentarily forgetting that he was getting cornered into a wall.
Unconsciously, Misaki's hand reached out to stroke the soft skin of the stranger's face. He wanted to feel the man; he wanted to touch him so that when they parted he would have a physical memory.
The tall man watched Misaki's hand rise. Anticipating the caress, he closed his eyes and leaned forward. The contact would be perfect, he was sure. He craved Misaki's touch, wanted it so badly he could feel it now.
When his hand was scant inches away from its target, Misaki realized what he was about to do. Disgusted with himself, he gave a fierce shove.
The man was jolted out of his dream-state only to fall backwards. He caught himself before his back made contact with the hard ground. Misaki was a few feet away, visibly shaking and pale.
"PERVERT!" the boy screamed. He brought the gun up again and threatened to shoot.
"Hey now, don't do that. You wouldn't want to accidentally hurt me."
Misaki bared his teeth. "Get away from me."
He ignored Misaki's warning and inched closer.
"I'm serious, I'll shoot!" Misaki's voice wavered. He wished he sounded as confident as he wanted to be. He backed up more, but then a wall touched his back, causing Misaki to freeze. There was nowhere to go. He was trapped.
The next step forward increased Misaki's heart rate. One more caused his brain to explode with fear. As adrenaline raced through his system, his finger impulsively pressed down on the trigger.
A loud boom echoed throughout the grounds.
For a moment time stood still. After recovering from the shock that he, Misaki, the "wimpy" and "babied" boy had actually shot a gun, Misaki ran his eyes over the mysterious man, praying that he wasn't hurt. He knew it was completely irrational; the man could be armed and ready to take his kill, but Misaki couldn't help but want him to be safe. Ahhh, why am I hoping he's okay? I should be praying he's dead! Misaki thought, repulsed by his himself.
The tall stranger watched all of this and tried to restrain giggling, but ended up exploding into a loud belly laugh. Misaki glared. To think he was worried about the man…
"Looks like you have more backbone than I thought!"
"Shut up!" Misaki screamed, face heated and red.
"Sorry, sorry," the man said, trying to calm down. His eyes remained bright as he continued, "Why'd you have to go and shoot?"
Misaki crossed his arms indignantly and straightened up.
"Now wait just a minute—"
"People will have heard the shot, you know, so I'm afraid we'll have to end this meeting early." He smirked. "We wouldn't want them to come interrupt our party."
"Hey! Don't be such a—"
"Until next time, cutie."
And then he was gone.
Misaki stood there stupidly in a daze. He had just met someone from another region, and he made it out alive and unwounded.
The sound of running footsteps brought him back to reality.
"Misaki!" He turned around to see his brother anxiously rushing towards him.
Filled with shame at being caught outside after dark, Misaki looked down and away from Takahiro. The footsteps got louder and louder before Misaki felt himself get scooped up.
"Misaki! What are you doing out here?"
Unable to answer the question, Misaki closed his eyes and chewed on his lip.
Takahiro waited. He wanted an answer.
Misaki gulped. "I.. ugh… You see…"
A cough from a man nearby interrupted their exchange. "Sir, we need to move."
Takahiro glared, but then he glanced around and agreed. It was dark outside; who knew what evil lurked in the shadows.
"Really, Misaki! What were you thinking?" Takahiro yelled.
"I didn't think that—"
"That's the problem! You never think!" Takahiro slapped his hand down on the table and narrowed his eyes viciously. "You can't just wander off in the middle of the night! I've told you before about what the other regions would do if they caught you!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't—"
"'Sorry' doesn't change the fact that you directly disobeyed both me and our region's laws. No leaving your building or house after hours. Everyone knows that." He leaned down over Misaki's chair and frowned. "I'm very disappointed in you."
Misaki looked down and tried to wither away into nothingness. Disappointing him was the worst. After all Takahiro had given him over the years, after he practically threw away his future for his little brother, Misaki didn't want to let him down. He blinked, trying to stop the tears from falling.
Takahiro sat down opposite of his brother and took a deep breath. He rubbed his temple to calm down. "I was worried about you. I heard a gunshot and then I find out that you weren't in your bed."
"I didn't mean to make you worry," Misaki said, still unable to look him in the eye.
"What was I supposed to think when I found you missing?"
No response.
"You are my responsibility; I need to protect you. You're all I have left." Takahiro moved his hand over to cover his eyes. He then rubbed his face, trying to wipe away his fear.
Misaki got up from his seat to drape his arms over his brother. "Don't be afraid," he murmured, squeezing him tightly, "Nothing is gonna happen to me. I'm safe."
"Barely. You could've gotten killed out there. I think there was a fight outside. I heard guns. Someone from another region must have gotten inside our borders."
Misaki hesitated. He didn't pay enough attention to the news or school to know much about the war. He wasn't sure where exactly the edge of the borders were. Takahiro spoke before he had the chance to say something.
"The different regions are trying to come to a peace agreement now. Even so, nothing will stop one of the others from killing you upon sight." He laughed mirthlessly. "It's not like we are actually making any progress on the agreement. It's causing a lot of angst. "
Should he tell Takahiro about the silver-haired stranger? No, then he would also need to explain why he had a gun. At a loss of what to say, Misaki settled for the generic, "I'm sorry."
He laughed again. "No, don't. It's not like it's your fault." He leaned back in the chair and kicked his legs up on a table. "There is going to be another meeting tomorrow. With the way things are going, I think we are going back to war." The regions weren't officially fighting now, but tension was still high and there were a lot of skirmishes.
"Don't say that."
Takahiro smiled. "I love you, Misaki." He patted the small boy's head. "You're so sweet and innocent."
Usami Akihiko lay back in his bed, arms crossed under his head. The air conditioner was blasting on him full power, but he still felt hot. All over he was melting. It was almost a pleasant feeling. Almost.
That young boy he ran across was something else: small, very cute, and rather delicious looking. Yes, he would like to run his tongue across his flesh and taste every inch of his skin. He imagined the boy would tremble lusciously as his body was sucked, sweat would bead on his skin, then that would be licked up too.
Akihiko felt himself harden as images of the boy ran through his head. As he reached down to stroke his erection, he pictured his small brown hair bobbing up and down between his legs, then he pictured reciprocating and sucking off the boy. But that wouldn't be enough. Soon, he would have the boy writing underneath him, legs up on his shoulders, thrusting into his small body till they both screamed with pleasure.
After he finished pleasuring himself, Akihiko realized that this was the first time he'd jerked off thinking of somebody other than Takahiro. Ahh, Takahiro, the man from Region Three, the leader with whom he'd been trying to "make peace" with. Ha, more like trying to get in his pants. Too bad the man was too dense to realize what was going on. Akihiko had been postponing making peace just so that they could keep seeing each other.
But now, Takahiro wasn't on his mind; all he wanted was to see the brown-haired boy from earlier, not just to fuck him (though he did want to do that), but to get to know him and make him happy.
He'd seen the boy running around the Region Three headquarters during the meetings, flitting to and fro doing menial tasks. Hopefully, he'd see him the next day.
People said it wasn't confusing, but I still think it is a little bit. Please tell me if anything is wrong with it. :) Reviews would make my night!