Author's Note:

Ok, I was so excited by this next chapter idea; I started writing it less than a minute after posting the rather short chapter three. Very nice! As always, I hope you enjoy –bows-

Chapter 4: Heaven Help Us

"Harder. I want it harder," Ryuichi moaned as his toes curled and he grabbed a handful of sheets. Chuckling, A.F. forced in deeper. Reaching up, Ryuichi ran his fingers against the cold mask that concealed the identity of his hateful lover.

A.F. kissed and bit at Ryuichi's neck as he shifted his weight. "You're nothing but a whore, aren't you?"

Ryuichi looked up to the ceiling and let his mind sink into the foggy abyss. Every piece of A.F. was in him. Pressing and stretching against his flesh. Deep within him, he could feel the dick rub against his prostate, causing a whole riveting earthquake and joyful bliss.

Back and forth A.F. pushed himself in. Like echoes of the quake, Ryuichi could only lie there, slightly shaking. Grabbing Ryuichi by the torso, A.F. pulled him on top and used his weight to thrust deeper. He would lift Ryuichi up and slam him down until their hips smacked together. Moaning, Ryuichi felt A.F. empty into him. The hot cum pouring deep into his ass and warming him.

Waiting until A.F. softened, Ryuichi pushed up and let the long dick slide out of his ass. Collapsing by A.F.'s side, he stroked A.F.'s chest and softly cooed. He kissed A.F.'s neck. Tugging the long strands of white hair, he asked, "Would you let me cut your hair?"

"Are you some kind of idiot?" A.F. hissed sharply as he shoved Ryuichi off. "My hair has never been cut, and if you think I would let a moron like you touch my follicles…"

"Atr-"

A.F. brought his hand down quick against Ryuichi's face. "Don't you ever say my name! Insolent brat! Why I ever thought an incompetent fuck such as you might make a decent partner is beyond me. Perhaps in my age my judgment has dulled."

Looking down, A.F. saw Ryuichi's eyes were watering as a red hand mark slowly burned into his cheek. "When you first came here, I suspected you were trying to use me," Ryuichi said as he rubbed the raw flesh, "And then you told me your name… and I thought… maybe."

A.F. sighed and knelt down besides Ryuichi and ran a long finger across the red mark. "I'm sorry," he said as he pulled Ryuichi in for a close embrace, "Too be honest, I'm not always sure while I still chase Shuichi and Yuki when I have my own love right here. I don't want him, not when I have you. I love you."

Ryuichi looked up and gulped. Reaching up, he felt the edges of the hard mask. He pulled at the straps and let the mask clatter to the floor.

A.F. reached up and covered his face with his hands. Sighing, he lowered his pale hands and revealed his face to Ryuichi. Unable to contain himself, Ryuichi flung his arms around A.F.'s neck and kissed his cheeks. Welling with tears, he said, "You're so beautiful. Why do you hide beneath that mask?"

"The more exposed I am, the more I risk humanity taking advantage of me. Besides, now, it's like a special gift only for you." A.F. leaned over and picked up the mask and moved his hair out of his face.

While putting on the mask, Ryuichi grabbed his wrist. "Please. Make love to me again without it, please."

A.F. smiled and resumed attaching the straps. "Perhaps some other time, but you need rest. Remember, tomorrow you will be receiving the two love birds tomorrow." A.F. climbed back into bed and pulled the covers over his body. He felt the mattress dip as Ryuichi climbed into bed after him.

"But why? You love me, and I love you. We don't need to bother them while we have each other." Ryuichi kissed A.F. smooth chin and ran his fingers through the long hair. "Not when we have each other."

A.F. turned to his side and rested his hand on Ryuichi's cheek, "But don't you see, my dear? After what happened in New York… What they did to me, to my pride. It's unforgivable. We have to do this." A.F. licked Ryuichi's ear and hissed into it, "Do this, and I promise we can be together forever."

Snuggling his face against A.F.'s chest, Ryuichi whispered, "Anything for you. I'll die for you."

A.F. chuckled and wrapped his arms around Ryuichi's small body and held him close. He could feel the breathing deepen as Ryuichi fell asleep. Pulling away, he stood up and went to the mirror. Stretching and cracking his neck, he studied himself in the mirror, A.F. traced the facial features of his mask and ended up combing his hairs with his nails.

"Hmm," he said to himself, "Perhaps a hair cut is in order. Just a trim. No. Perhaps more? Why not?" A.F. began shaking. Gripping the dresser near him, he tilted his head back and let out a full body laugh that caused Ryuichi to sit up from the darkness of his sleep. A.F. yelled out to himself, "Oh, my boy, you are truly a devil!" His eyes seemed to burn with their brilliant violet color.

"What's wrong, dear?" Ryuichi asked as yawns tried to steal his voice.

"Nothing darling," A.F. said in between giggles as he turned around and made his way to the bed. "Just perhaps cutting my hair isn't a horrible idea." A.F. crawled under the covers and kissed Ryuichi on the forehead. "Now go to sleep."

Ryuichi closed his eyes and surrendered to sleep. A.F.'s cool scent penetrated his dreams and held him in bliss. Through his sleep, he muttered, "I love you."

A.F. chuckled again and said, "I know you do… idiot."

After Note:

Yes, yes I know. Another short chapter. But don't worry. I promise that this sequel intends to dwarf the original in scope and vision. Just yesterday I finally finished planning out the entire story. It's very exciting, and it is going to be one hell of a bumpy ride. Remember to head over to deviant art to join the new group Frost-fan. Let me make it more enticing. The first five to join get to have me write a one shot of their choice. Any series, any couple, anything you can think of. So hurry! I'm going to A-cen in Chicago in May. Then, I'm off to Colossalcon in June. After that, it's time for Garusunoshicon! If any of yall will be at one of those cons, drop me a line! Chao!