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Warning: Grammar/spelling mistakes, missing words/letters. Characters are probably going to be OOC. Possible yaoi in the future, bad language and maybe fights and blood.

There will be gay porn in this chapter, as well as a very angst-y A/N at the end of it.

Bold for English.

Special thanks to my husband, for helping me in writing this.

I Cry For The Last Time

Chapter Thirteen: Mine.

He didn't go back to Akutsu's apartment. After jumping out of Keigo's car, while it waited for the traffic light signals to change, he ran away into the city. He didn't know where he was, where was he going, he knew nothing.

Ryoma just knew that he had to run. Run so fast that his lungs start to burn and breath cuts short.

So now he was sitting in some park, God knows where, and looking up at the velvet black sky, marred with small specks of the weakly glowing stars. They were barely managing to keep their light seen, the never sleeping city lights killed them like some powerless bugs on the window.

It was a sad sight.

Ryoma sighed. The nightly wind, a tad bit cooler than he had wanted to, licked his sweaty face. The small shivers that ran over his body felt so foreign right now. He looked away from the dull stars, his eyes now looking into the far, not really seeing anything.

"Well fuck." A small whisper rolled past his lips, quickly disappearing into the nightly city. "What the hell do I do now?"

He covered his face with his hands, cold and sweaty from the running, letting the darkness cover his sight, only the bright, colorful circles dancing behind his eyelids were left to see. Just one damn day, not even a day actually, a few hours was enough to make his world turn upside down again. To see all of them again, to hear some of them stand up and keep him from falling…

To see how those that he knew still trusted in his innocence. Ryoma wasn't ready for that, he never even imagined that there could be other, apart from Akutsu, that actually believed in his truth, the real truth.

But then there was Keigo.

Atobe Keigo.

The man he rejected before. The man that still loves him, even after what had happened. The man that saved him today. The man that could have everything in the world.. But chose Ryoma instead.

"Damn him, damn him, damn him!" he jelled out in frustration, the screams somewhat muffled by his own palms. He gritted his teeth and then faced the velvet black sky again. "Why can't it be simple?"

Ryoma let his head rest on the wooden backrest of the bench. The teen didn't know what he wanted to do now, where he wanted to go. He simply stared up and into the distance, wondering about the closeness of the stars.

That was all that Ryoma could do now – shut everything out.

"Goddamn it!" Akutsu kicked the door to his apartment open and walked inside, not bothering to close the door. Marui came after him anyway. "All those fuckers that… And he isn't better, that damn brat! He just took off with that rich prick, after playing along with him and…! Fuck this shit." He plopped down on the couch, his fingers already reaching after the cigarette pack that was lying, forgotten on the table.

Marui stopped his hand, taking it between his own two. "Atobe helped Echizen to get out of that situation, you know that." The red-head sat in his lover's lap and held Akutsu's hands close to his mouth, the warm breath slowly licking the ends of those cold fingertips as he spoke. "He may be a rich ass, but he actually has fallen head over heels for that brat of yours. We all know that."

"What do you mean by 'my brat', haah?" Akutsu licked his lips, smirking up to his boy toy. He tangled the fingers of his free hand into the red tresses, making the man on top of him close his eyes in delight. "Tell me, Bunta."

The red-head shivered a bit, before answering. "You act like his mom." Then the purple eyes glinted in mischief, "Then, am I his papa?" he leaned down and licked Akutsu's cheek. He watched those already feral yellow eyes darken with lust, a playful smirk forming on his lips.

"Who's a mama?" The white-haired man growled and pulled his companion down for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.

The saliva mixed between their mouths, some even slid along Marui's chin, dripping on the clothes that rustled with their every move. When they broke apart only a second was given for a new take of breath, before their lips smashed together again, this time, for a deeper and more animalistic kiss than the before. It was all tongues and saliva, biting and licking and moans, eaten by the hunger of the other. Like animals, wanting more body contact and less romance.

Akutsu's hands started to wonder around Marui's lithe body, under his shirt and across the warm flesh that trembled under those cold fingers. More moans fell into Akutsu's mouth. The nineteen year old red-head pulled away to let a gasp fill the air; Akutsu was rubbing and pinching his nipples, long since hard and perked up, waiting for what is to come.

"Ngh, just… uhh.. do it already." Marui whined, his nails digging into his partner's back though the shirt. He wasn't a patient and docile uke, oh no. He was the demanding type, the one that wants it all and right now. "I want you." He licked Akutsu's ear, rubbing his groin against his man's as he did that.

The white-haired wild man pulled the other away from himself by pulling the red, soft tresses, "You are fucking demanding." But it wasn't like he didn't enjoy it. He loved the bitchy, demanding partners that didn't just nod their heads and do what they are told. "God I love you." He breathed out before engaging another kiss between them.

Marui was the one that lifted himself up a bit, to pull down the annoying articles of clothing that were getting in the way. He slipped off his pants and underwear just enough, so that Akutsu could get an easy access to his already twitching hole. His member was already hard and the pre-cum was starting to gather at the tip. Marui's shirt was now pushed up his chest, exposing the perked up, light pink nipples. His body trembled with the need, the want of Akutsu inside him again.

"Get on it, Jin." The red-head breathed out, his hands already massaging the obvious bulge in Akutsu's pants. "I want you… haha.. in me." He opened the zipper and pulled down the boxers, wrapping his fingers around the swollen dick.

Akutsu growled low in his throat and smirked, "You are such a perv." He yanked Marui's head up just when he was about to open his mouth to take the large member in his mouth. "You like it rough, don't you?"

The red-head smirked, licking his lips, "Don't we both?"

That was what brought them together. A sweet rush of blood that comes with rough and painful sex, the way that sweaty bodies rub against each other, making that sweet friction even more enjoyable and addicting; it started with that. Love was never in there. Just plain physical addiction to the others body.

Love came later. Much, much later.

"Hurry, do me." A rushed whisper filled the already stuffy air in the apartment, along with pants and random moans that broke their way out of Marui's mouth whenever Akutsu's fingers brushed past his most sensitive spots. "Hurry."

"Fine, fine. But don't blame me if you can't walk tomorrow." The beast laughed an amused laugh, while directing his boy toy's body right above his waiting penis.

The rush of feelings, the anticipation of the pleasure that will soon wash over their bodies, blurring their sight and senses was what they wanted from this. The very peak of the orgasm that was yet to come.

The raw yell, both from pain and the nerve tickling pleasure that came from that pain, that tore its way out of Marui's mouth, when he was pushed down on Akutsu's dick, turned Akutsu on, even more than the quivering flash that was in his arms.

The delinquent wasn't a sadist per se. He just had a thing for partners that cried during sexual activity and yet still demanded for more.

Marui didn't wait for his body to get used to the foreign, and yet oh so familiar, feeling and brought himself up, nails digging into Akutsu's shoulders. Then, when his boyfriend was almost out of him, Marui brought himself down again, making the hard penis go as deep as it could inside of him, hitting that one particular spot that made his sight go white. He repeated this action, with Akutsu's hand working on his front in the same peace that he used for bouncing up and down, many times.

"Don't clamp down on me so hard, it's tight." The seme huffed out, although his voice told of the utmost pleasure that that certain action brought him right now. It was like he was saying that just to fluster Marui a tad bit.

The red-head breathed out a heavy moan, hardly keeping up with the peace that he had set up himself. "Shut up.. I'm almost… aahh… mgh… there. Haa…" he quickened the rhythm, the sweaty red locks danced around his face and he shut his eyes tight.

Akutsu watched the hungry expression that had settled on the usually competitive face of his boyfriend. He licked his dry lips, tasting the salty taste of his own sweat that rolled down his skin. He grabbed those small hips and brought the small body down on himself without a warning, earning another raw yell from the other.

He felt the already tight, velvet heat enveloping him in an even tighter heat, squeezing everything out of him, demanding for more and more of his seed and being. Marui came too, his white seed now all over Akutsu's shirt, slowly soaking into the cloth.

Those cloudy purple eyes finally cleared up and landed on Akutsu. There was a moment of silence between them, only the rigid breathing shattered the otherwise still and stuffy air that was now in the small apartment. There were silent messages passed between them, only their eyes spoke of things that they couldn't use words for. A silent declaration of affection that went past the bodily needs and like. It was a conversation about love and like in an emotional level that they didn't dare to use words for, otherwise it would be all over.

They could only function like this – it was their way of loving each other.

"You know, Jin." Marui finally spoke, his breath still uneven and caught up by the earlier activity, "You can't protect him forever. Let him be, you have done more than enough." He leaned down, placing his hot forehead against Akutsu's wet and equally hot one. "You still have me." He smirked.

Akutsu sighed, "You just ruined the moment, idiot." He allowed his hands to fall on the couch, on both sides of his and Marui's legs. Akutsu leaned his head back on the headrest and sighed again. "Why do I even bother?"

"Cause you care?" the red-head giggled and laid his head on his lover's chest now, relaxing and closing his eyes, enjoying the sound of other's breathing and the rhythmic up and down movement as Akutsu breathed, "But you're still mine, the brat has Atobe already. Heh."

There was no answer; it wasn't really needed too. For now, they both sat in the dark room, basking in the silence that had settled in the room. Each had time to think about things that were on their minds, poking in that annoying manner that made them just think more and get lost in their own threads of thought. But since it was quiet, the threads didn't entangle or break, they simply lead the mind further down the right way – quietly and surely to the destination that was to be reached.

Another sigh and Akutsu's fingers were once again going through the red locks of his lover, relaxing them both. "Let's do it again." He finally said, his mind now at ease, as if a decision had been made in those few seconds of peace.

"Mhhmmm…. I was just about to ask you about that." Another playful remark and Marui initiated another hot and sloppy kiss between them. "He'll be fine; he's not an idiot." He added once they broke apart.

"You ruined the mood again."

Ryoma didn't know just how much time had passed since he had sat on that bench, but the first rays of the sunlight that hit his face managed to bring him out of the state of ignorance that he had gone in. The first painful blinks that he made refreshed his cloudy mind, making him look around.

There still were no other people, besides himself, around. Ryoma was the only one that was still out in the early morning hour. However, he merely sighed and resumed to look into the distance, at the small houses, lined neatly along the street, the cats and birds that were starting to wake up; he simply started at the distant world before him.

A world that he could never have.

"Idiocy." He mumbled, crossing his legs one over the other. The night spent awake had tired his mind and senses. Everything was dull and cloudy; his body ached with the need of sleep and a softer surface to sit on.

A small, unexpected buzz of the phone, from the pocket of his purple pants, caught the teen's attention. He glared at nothing and got the piece of technology out of his pocket, directing the irritated glare at the name that flashed on the screen.

He tch-ed and answered whoever was calling him. "You're annoying." He didn't bother to hide the irritation, the person he was talking to had already gotten used to the snappy side of Ryoma.

"…" laughter came from the other end and Ryoma had to pull away a little, "…"

"No, it's not going great. It's fucking hell. And the last thing I would need here is you to get on my nerves." He rolled his eyes at what the other was saying, "Like I care what you feel for me. We have been over this for countless times now." Ryoma followed an early runner with his eyes now.

There was a brief pause before the person from the other end spoke again, "…" the teen had to widen his eyes a little. "…"

He sat up straighter and tightened his hold on the phone, "Wait a minute - you are doing what? No, no, no, no! I don't need you here!" but before he could say any more, the other line was cut off and only the soft beeping sound now reached his ears.

The raven-haired boy slowly took the phone away from his ear and stared at it dumbly. "Well damn." He massaged the bridge of his nose and bowed his head down a little. "The last thing I needed here was him."

The glass doors of the restaurant opened up a little, letting the noises of the already wide awake city inside the room, quenching down the soft, slow music that was coming from the speakers. Only one person looked up from the book in his hands and smiled a little when his eyes fell on the one that had come inside.

"On time as usual, Atobe." Yukimura greeted the other, placing the bookmark between the pages of his book and setting it aside. "I take it Echizen didn't spend the night with you, since you are so on time." He chuckled a little, enjoying the small expression of irritation that showed up on Keigo's face.

"Good morning to you too, Yukimura." Keigo greeted back and ordered a cup of black coffee, "As usual, you are very correct." He flipped some of the loose bags away from his face.

Yukimura merely smiled back. "I am, what I am, Atobe. No more, no less."

A/N: You had a sex scene, a depressed Ryoma, unknown caller and some Atobe/Yukimura – that is my sorry for the long updating process. Many things happened in my life and many things went wrong. As well as my lack of want to write.

Now, I will go and angst here, you can skip and you can read forth – IDGAF, really.

I… I just can't get over the fact that some crap stories get more reviews than the stories that actually SHOULD be getting them. I mean – a story that has like, for example, some 500 words and contains a sex scene, angst scene and SUCH AN UNEXPECTED twist in plot (sarcasm) get's more support from people that the stories that are written in such detail, colorful language and so vividly that you can see the things happening right in front of your eyes (my crappy creations are somewhere in the middle, IMHO.) WHY?

I feel so used and cheated when I see what is happening in this fandom and read all that is left by the readers. I'm starting to lose my will to create, if the best I can get is a 3 word review that contains no criticisms and suggestions on what I should work on. How am I supposed to improve? And yeah, those 500 word "stories" get shit like "OMG YOUR WRITNG IS SO AWESOME, WRITE MORE!"

Bitch please.

Yes, I do want more reviews. I will not lie.

I am now humbly awaiting all the hate I can get from you all and the sudden loss of all my fans. Come at me, I would like to hear what you got to say!

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