Soraru x Mafumafu

I Already Have You - Chapter 3

When Amatsuki received Mafu's message, he was playing MarioKart with Kashitarou at his place.

"Ah, it's Mafu-kun,"

Kashitarou picked Rua up and placed him on his lap. "Go ahead," he said, allowing Amatsuki to view the message as he petted Rua.

Amatsuki unlocked his phone by entering his pin. "Excuse me then," he said before pressing into the message. "Hmm?" He made a sound, sounding both confused and filled with worry.

"What is it?" Kashitarou asked, he stretched his body forward to take a look at what was the content of the text. Amatsuki moved a little so Kashitarou can read it together with him.

'Amatsuki-kun, I saw Soraru-san walk into a hotel, what should I do?' 

When Kashitarou looked up from the screen of Amatsuki's phone, Amatsuki was staring at him. He smiled as he lifted his hand and placed them on Amatsuki's head, gently combing his hair to the back. "Don't look like that, I know you're worried about Mafu-kun," he pushed away Amatsuki's bangs and kissed him on the forehead. "I'll start to worry if you do something weird, okay?" Kashitarou looked at Amatsuki in the eye to show that he was also worried for his lover. He then kissed him again, this time in between his eyebrows. "You're frowning so much," he said while running his thumb over where he kissed, gently.

He felt Amatsuki punch him lightly on the chest, as he muttered, "Idiot..." then pecked on Kashitarou's left cheek. It was a quick one but it was enough to make Kashitarou happy. "I like it when you pat me on the head," said Amatsuki after committing the cutest crime ever.

Amatsuki was not as tense as he was when he first read the message but Kashitarou knew that he is still thinking about it. Lowering his head to kiss Amatsuki on the nose, he asked, "Do you want to call Mafu-kun?"

Upon his suggestion, Amatsuki nodded and once again picked up his phone, dialing the number of his best friend but the call did not go through.

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Really though, what should he do? Almost 30 minutes has passed and there was yet any sign of Soraru coming out from the hotel where Lon was staying. And the signals here just had to be bad when he needed Amatsuki's help desperately.

"It's okay," he told himself. "I can handle this myself," Mafu stared at the hotel in front of his eyes. He took a step forward, already decided that he would go in himself. "Mafu is a magician, a strong one at that too. There wouldn't be anything that can stop me," he continued saying things that do not make sense to convince himself as he walked towards the counter.

The person behind the counter smiled at him professionally, "What can I do for you?" she asked. Mafu, who has difficulty in communicating with strangers, gestured with his hands and stuttered when he asked if he could know a blonde girl's room number.

"May I ask which blonde girl are you referring to?"

"... Ah, the one who was drunk and was leaning on a guy with curly black hair 30 minutes ago,"

"Oh, Lon-san, was it?" she looked down at a book full of the guests' names. "I believe she stays at room 522," she told Mafu, still smiling professionally. Mafu nodded at her and said thank you before leaving the counter.

Room 522 was at the fifth floor. Mafu wanted to use the stairs but he did not have the confidence that he would even make it to the third floor so he waited for the elevator with the other guests.

There was a saying, "You believe because you doubt," Mafumafu was starting to understand what that means already. He loves Soraru, so much he could never describe how much there is for him. He loves every part of Soraru, including the gentle side of him to everyone else but it was also what worries him the most.

The elevator reached the floor he was in after some time and he stepped into it with the other people. Mafu could not stand it when there is a lot of people surrounding him, he could only make it when Soraru was here beside him because then he would put all of his attention on him.

He would stare at him, try to imprint his looks in his mind. His curly black hair, his fine jawline, his droopy eyes that always make him look like he was sleepy when he was actually not. And those lips of his. Oh, those lips commit crime so quickly Mafu could never manage to catch his breath. When he sealed Mafu's lips with his; when his lips trailed down from Mafu's neck to his chest, his waist, his hips, his inner thigh, etc. (I'm leaving you to imagine what's next or I'll be needing to re-rate this series); suckling and biting as he did.

Just thinking about what Soraru does to him heats up his body.

He fished out his phone from his bag and dialed Soraru's number. He waited for Soraru to answer his call.

"The number you have dialed is not answering, please try again later," a woman with a monotone voice was instead heard because Soraru did not answer his call. Mafu tried to breathe in and out to soothe his headache and nausea. Before he thought he was about to faint, the people around him exited the elevator to the fourth floor. There was only Mafu left in it.

He looked down at his feet and let out his breath, relieved that he was finally away from people. "Soraru-san..." Mafu called out as he tugged on his sleeves, feeling lonely and scared. The sound of a bell ringing implied that Mafu has arrived the fifth floor. He stood up straight and exited the elevator when the door opened.

TBC