Chapter 10

His love of three years ago—part 3

Hoarse moans reverberated all over the pitch-black room, the sounds of the body joining together sensually evident. The bed creaked rhythmically, as they moved trying to satiate the immense desire from the deepest of their being. Kise's lips parted as he gasped, his body burning hot, he could feel his insides being invaded fervently.

"Keiji…" Kise whispered his voice thick with sex. He bit his lips as he felt Keiji's lips snaking through his chest while thrusting inside him, his touch hot and tingling yet gentle. Kise grabbed his rigid member and pumped it so aroused he could feel his rapture coming.

Keiji brought his mouth on Kise's lips, prodding it open with his tongue, exploring the hotness of Kise's inside. Kise responded with enthusiasm, the pleasure almost driving him crazy. With Kieji, he could feel pleasure and sex in a gentle manner—totally opposite when it was with Aomine. Though he had wished for Aomine to hold him in a gentle way, he was glad that Aomine did not. For if, they had shared the same tender lovemaking, he wouldn't have been able to leave him years ago. He loved sex with Aomine, there was no denying that. Yet again, Kise wanted a sex with not just pleasure but with feelings and love as well. And that was what he was experiencing with Keiji now. He so loved the body on top of him, holding him ever so carefully and lovingly; he could feel Kieji's emotions with every movements of their bodies.

"ahh—hnn—nnmmm—"

"Are you feeling good?" Keiji asked, his eyes looking directly at Kise's with full of desire.

"hmmm…" Kise muffled a word, licking his lips as he nodded, and then grabbed Keiji's pelvis urging him to move faster.

Keiji did so in vigorous fashion, hitting Kise's most sensitive spot making him cry out his felicity. Kise's body trembled; he fondled himself faster in a more erratic manner. He moaned and strained already beside himself with pleasure. He clutched the bedspread, trying to make sense of the bewildering new sensations stirring up inside him. He was enjoying every thrust. He found himself wanting Keiji even deeper inside him. He arched his back invitingly for him to penetrate deeper as he tried to reach his rapture with the movement of his hands pleasuring his twitching member. Keiji found this act endearing as he struggled to hold his seed and ejaculate before Kise.

"I'm coming…"

Kise shuddered, something between a scream and a moan coming out from his mouth and then he released his pent up lust smearing it on his abdomen.

"Kise.." Keiji moaned. After a few more thrust, he could not hold it anymore. He clenched his teeth as he felt himself reaching ecstasy, his semen gushing out from his shaft inside Kise's embrace. It was an exquisite experience that was getting more and more pleasurable everytime he did it with Kise. He collapsed on top of Kise, breathing hard as he savored their moment and then withdrew his member from Kise's grip.

He had never thought that one day he would fall in love with a man. Yet now, he couldn't even think of not falling in love with Kise. He loved him so dearly he wanted him just for himself. In his twenty-three years of existence, it was the first time he fell in love with someone and on top of that a man. However, he felt guilty for something he should have told from the very moment they met. He wanted to but he couldn't gather the courage to confess. He was afraid that it would result to a misunderstanding and the possibility that Kise might call the relationship off.

"I love you." Keiji whispered, bringing his hand to caress Kise's cheeks and then possessively clutched him against his body. Kise, feeling comfortable, slowly closed his eyes as he drifted to sleep but before he was completely oblivious to the world, he heard Keiji saying something, though the words were vague to his ears.

"I'm sorry…"

They were already going out for almost a year and Kise couldn't ask for more. He was happy with how things were, having a child calling him papa and a lover who treasured him so much. He had grown used to the way Mine treated him as a father. It seemed not intervening to the relationship between Mine and his real father—Keiji. Actually, it brought the family closer with Kise around. Mine could feel so much love and he had never even wonder why he didn't have mother—or maybe he was just still so young to understand things. Kise tried to balance his time in his studies and his time with his newfound family. Almost all the time, he spent the night at Keiji's house and went to school from there. Indeed, they were like a real happy family. Quarrels within lovers didn't escape though. They would sometimes fight over trivial things but most of the time Keiji would be the one to make up first and smoother things. Kise felt so lucky to have Keiji as his lover and he was so happy that they were able to survive that long. Even Shima had met Keiji and Mine and showed his full support for them. During these times, the radiance came back to Kise. His genuine smiles, who everyone so much adored, his tenderness and kindness, his unadulterated being revealed itself. There was nothing he could ask for, except for his painful memories of Aomine to leave him totally. Sometimes, even though he didn't mean to, gush of memories would come back to him, making him remember the painful past he had. It was as if showing him the ugly reality of love yet Kise was always holding to that hope that his current relationship would remain unperturbed and strong.

One fine afternoon, Keiji was driving his car with Kise sitting beside him in the passenger sit. They were heading towards downtown to go shop and buy groceries. Mine was being taken care of Keiji's hired part-time maid who would come at six in the morning and leave at six in the evening. Keiji planned it that way saying their private time shouldn't be disturbed. It was a normal day without any occasion or whatsoever. Just a usual say for Kise and Keiji spending time together—it was supposed to be like that. After they finish buying everything they should, they would spend an hour eating in a restaurant then head home before the maid's work time ends. Yet how how did it go wrong? It was supposed to be just a normal happy day.

Kise groaned, his head throbbing painfully. His neck felt like it was detached from his body and his spine was aching so much he couldn't move normally. Blinking his eyes slowly, his vision was blurred and he could feel something wet dripping from his hair and eyelashes. Trying to remember where he was, he reached to touch his forehead, surprised to find it wet and slippery. He could hear noises everywhere with one sound topping all.

A siren?

With that, a realization hit him. He instinctively opened his eyes wide, appalled when he saw his hands full of blood, the glass of the car broken. He tried to move his head, lifting it, relieved that he didn't seem to break his neck but then when his eyes darted to his side, his body trembled convulsively.

He gasped, trying to say a word but for a moment, nothing came out from his parted lips. He felt his throat constricting, his chest tightening and after a few second, a loud cry escaped from his lips.

"Keiji!" his body shook violently as he witnessed the state they were in. Then he remembered—they were on the way to the supermarket—Keiji was driving in a normal speed—then without any warning, a big truck came rushing towards them—before Keiji could evade the truck, it was already too late and it hit them crashing the front of the car. But the most horrifying was that the biggest damage was on the driver's side, leaving Kise with only small cuts and scratches. It was fortunate that Keiji always reminded him of fastening the seatbelts, which he often found annoying. He didn't like it because it restricted his moves.

Kise stumbled unfastening his seatbelt, his hands still shaking uncontrollably. Not caring with his body's own complaints, he reached to touch Keiji's face. Even with the seatbelt on, Keiji was hurt so badly that Kise couldn't stop from weeping his fears. He cried as he called Keiji's name over and over hoping for him to open his eyes. Keiji's head was resting flaccid on the driver's stirring wheel, blood all over his face. The car's window smashed with blood smeared on it. Kise was oblivious to what was going on and was only focused at Keiji, crying and calling him as if waking him up from a nightmare. Indeed, it was a nightmare—for Kise, it shouldn't be real. Then Kise felt his body being dragged away as he tried to grab to Keijis' hand afraid to let him go for he might not see him again.

"Sir! Please calm down. We are going to take you to the hospital. Do you hear me?" one of the medics who was holding him said, lifting him away from the crashed vehicle.

"No! No! Please! Please! I don't want to leave him! Please help him! Save him!" Kise pleaded hysterically as he struggled to free from the medic's grip.

"We are going to take him to the hospital with you. Please calm down and get in the ambulance."

Kise saw the medics carefully took Keiji from the blasted car to the ambulance. Only then, he followed and got into the vehicle, sitting beside Keiji's bed as the ambulance hurried to the hospital. Kise held Keiji's hand tightly, whispering his prayer and calling Keiji's name like a broken record.

This isn't happening. Please please wake me up from this bad dream please. Kise sobbed unconscionably but he knew that it wasn't just a dream. His head was in so much pain he couldn't see straight and his body was aching so much he couldn't stop trembling. However, it didn't matter—all his concentration was on Keiji who was lifelessly lying in front of him. The medics tried to sit him still but he refused and stayed by Keiji's side. A small movement from Keiji's hand startled Kise and his eyes flung open, a little relieved that Keiji reacted and then a moment later, his eyes slowly returning to the present and gazed at Kise with sorrowful sadness and relief. As if responding to Kise's tight hold, he squeezed Kise's hand lightly as he parted his lips to utter a word.

"I—I'm sorry." The single utterance was thick with deep sincerity, choked out rather than merely spoken.

"No—I'm fine. Please don't say anymore. We'll get through this." Kise smiled as if assuring Keiji that everything would be all right.

The tension and the anxiety he had been carrying since the very beginning was welling up inside him, demanding for release. It's time to tell him the truth. Keiji's eyes began to sting and then tears flowed voluntarily, washing away some of the blood that was all over his face.

"I love you so much—I love you with all my heart."

"Yes—I know. I love you too." Kise replied bringing Keiji's bloodstained hand into his mouth, kissing it affectionately.

"Mine's mother—your name." Keiji uttered with difficulty, coughing as he tried to confess the truth about Mine.

"Shhhh…we'll talk about this after you get well okay."

"She—she whispered your name before her last breath—I'm sorry for hiding it from you." in an absolutely strained manner, Keiji took something from his pocket and gave it to Kise who, without glancing what it was, accepted it. His eyes remained transfixed at Keiji, afraid that he might slip away the moment he took his eyes away.

"Please don't say anymore…you're straining yourself."

One of the medic distracted them, motioning for him to step aside. "Sir, we've arrived. The nurse will take care of your wounds." The medics were frantic, trying to move faster but cautiously. Kise followed them when they ran Keiji into the hospital and then calling the attention of the nurses and doctors. He was beside himself with worries and fright, shrugging the nurses off when they tried to take him away to attend his wounds.

"No! I don't want to leave him." He snarled, grabbing Keiji's hand as he ran beside his hospital bed towards the emergency room. His eyes still wet with tears, like there was no stopping of them from pouring.

"Kise—"

"Keiji—Keiji! Please fight for me and for Mine! Please!"

Keiji smiled. It was a smile full of happiness and sorrow. It was as if he was satisfied yet despite that, he looked sad. Kise's heart drummed violently, his throat parched and dry from sobbing, his hands trembling and his heart wincing in pain. The nurses forced him to separate from Keiji as they hurriedly get him inside the emergency room. Everything was in chaos inside Kise's mind; he couldn't grasp what was happening anymore. The voices were far and void but one distinct voice was clear and unmistakable as the words were uttered, clearly registering in his mind.

"Mine—he—he is your son."