The Taste of Games

If I were a game, what would I taste like?

"Hmmm, really boring. Is that the right answer, Sakurai?"

(This chapter is starting off where Chapter 12 ended (Flash Back)

Sakurai's point of view

The first time we met, started out as bad day.

My parents scolded me because my grades were only top 2 in the country- I had to be the best at everything.

So I studied to make up for my failure. Reading a text book in my room, stopping as I heard a rustling noise outside. When I went to investigate, I thought I'd find a few feral cats fighting. Instead I found a dark-haired boy hiding in my yard.

I stood over him as he peeked over my gate, I was annoyed.

"What are you doing, it's dangerous here," I growled. The boy looked back at me, with big amber eyes as he stared in curiosity. "Haaaa, this is gonna be fun," he smiled.

All I wanted to do was study.

I felt my finger twitch with annoyance, setting my book on my desk as the boy ran around my room. "AAAAAH, what's this? Oh, and that- ooooh can I play with that thingy over there?!" He yelled excited.

A rat.

That's what he reminds me of, a tiny, overexcited rat. "Stop touching things, I only let you in my house because you said you were lost. Now tell me where you live you so I can help you get home," I growled.

It was bad enough I let him in.

My parents would freak out if I had anyone over, let alone some kid who was obviously insane.

He looked at me. Even so, he has beautiful eyes.

The boy took off his uniform shirt, I blushed seeing so much bare skin. "W-What are you doing?" I huffed setting down my book. "It's too hot in here," he complained tossing the black shirt onto the floor.

Compared to me, he looks so small.

I blushed looking away. "My floor isn't a dumpster, so don't treat it like such," I complained sitting down on the floor and folding his shirt. "Don't worry, I'll keep my pants on," he teased playfully.

This kid is troublesome.

I couldn't help but chuckle at the way he looked, his white t-shirt on backwards as he wondered around. This boy is clearly very disorganized- even so, I think I like him.

My whole life's have been cut out for me.

Everything in my future has been prewritten, all is uniform; all is predictable. So seeing something, seeing someone who was out of the ordinary interested me.

"Woooooah, Mr. what's this?!" He gasped lifting up a game con. "I've never seen one of these before, wow- it's a portable game!" he cheered in amazement.

"Stop calling me Mr. I'm only a few years older than you are," I muttered. "Yay, I'm gonna play pack man!" he cheered ignoring me.

I gasped as he hopped onto my lap, "W-What are you doing?" I asked as I became flustered. I flinched as he adjusted himself, comfortably leaning back on me while stretching out his legs.

"This is most comfortable," He stated with his eyes fixed to the game in his hands. This kid is odd, he doesn't have any boundary's- it's like he's use to being in someone else's bubble.

Being so close to someone else, is it ok?

I was raised to be alone, to do nothing but study; I was told friendship and love were pointless. But being so close to someone else, feels good.

Is it ok to enjoy this?

I set my hands down, he's warm. I bend down silently, smelling his hair as the top of his head tickled my nose; enjoying the closeness of the boy leaning against me.

This excitement pulsing in between my legs, is it ok?

I didn't move at all, and for a while the only sounds were the clicking of his fingers against the game controls.

This craving to force him onto his back and ravish him, is it ok?

I licked my lips as my mouth watered, setting my chin on top of his head while wrapping my arms around his waist. This is nice, it feels comforting. I blushed nervously feeling my hard cock poke him from beneath my pants.

Did he feel it?

He continued to play, his eyes still glued to the bright colors and fast movements of the game. I swallowed hard, pulling him even closer to me; dipping my head down to take another breath of his hair.

This is dangerous.

I found myself strangely attracted to the odd boy, even though he was a bit younger than me- I felt myself drawn to him. My index finger brushed at his belt; I want to-

"I'm bored now," he said setting down the game. "Ah, I," I started to say as he moved his hands away from me. I watched as he stood up to stretch, "Ok, I have to go home now," he yawned walking over to his shoes.

I sat up eagerly.

I don't know wither it was right or wrong, but I wanted him. I never wanted anything, I've never needed anything- so why now?

My bodies moving on it's own.

I slammed my hand against the wall before he got to the door, forcing him to lean against it. He's much shorter then I am.

He smiled with dark eyes and I felt the sting of fear.

Why does it feel like I'm the one in danger? "What's the matter, you were annoyed with be being here weren't you?" he asked glaring at me with perfect amber eyes.

I froze.

"Or maybe, you're a pervert," he whispered grabbing my crouch, I gasped in shock. "Haaaa- This, it feels hard; did you enjoy the feeling of me on your lap?" he asked stroking the mass growing in my pants, making my shake lustfully.

What the hell, it's like he's a totally different person.

I blushed, panting as he massaged and squeezed and fondled my hard cock over the layers of clothes. I've never felt anything like this before.

"Haaa, I bet you are; were you going to molest me if I stayed? But I have to better things to do," he teased releasing me.

I don't want him to stop, but I'm too shocked to move.

"Goodbye now, I have to go home before my brother has a heart attack- oh, and I'm taking this," he smiled holding up my game con. Without saying a word, I nodded my head.

Just from him touching me, I almost came.

Falling to my knees as he closed the door behind him.

I found something, I found something I want. I paused, pulling out a pin from under my knee, "This must have fallen off of his uniform shirt." I muttered turning it over; reveling a name carved into it.

"Tsukasa, so that's your name," I mutter holding it up to my face, licking the piece of metal hungry. Meeting someone as odd as him, makes me hungry.

That was the first time we met. The second time we bumped into each other, I caught him jacking off on his locker.

And for the third time.

{Flash Back Over}

I swallowed feeling my throat itch with thirst; looking into his sad, amber eyes. Closing the door inside the dark classroom, I knew I wanted to make him mines.

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