Desire and Love [AkiraxYusuke P5]

Chapter Seven

    "This is him in 2nd grade!"

   Futaba laughed at the photo Anesa showed her.

   "Who got him to wear that!"

   "I did. I told him if he didn't, I'd rip up all his stuffed animals~!"

   The girls were sitting in Futaba's room; Anesa was showing her childhood photos of her and Akira. Morgana was laying beside Futaba on her bed, napping while Pico sat on the floor with some of his toys.

   "What's this one here?"

   Futaba pointed at a photo of a young Akira in a white dress.

   "Oh, that was in 3rd grade. There was a recital and a girl got sick, so they had Akira fill in for her because he could pass as a girl!" Anesa explained.

   Futaba burst out laughing and fell back on her bed. Morgana looked at them annoyed and jumped off.

  "You guys are weirdos..."

   Anesa sat back in her chair, staring at the cat.

   "That cat meows too much, is something wrong with him?" She asked.

   "Nah, he's just fussy," Futaba said.

   Morgana glared at her and laid by Pico; the baby pat him on the head, then looked at his sister and cried out.

   "Appa!"

   "Stop calling me that!" Anesa picked him up. "I'm not appa!"

   "Appa~"

   "What's that mean?" Futaba asked.

   "It's Korean for Dad. My family was Korean on my moms' side, and my dad used to teach him Korean. Yet he keeps calling me dad because I look like him!" Anesa held Pico up more. "Why don't you call Akira appa! He looks more like him!"

   "Appa~!"

   Futaba laughed when Anesa sat with Pico in her lap.

   "Don't feel bad, it's kinda cute!" She leaned forward. "So what is your family like, is Akira really identical to his dad—"

   "Actually," Anesa held up a hand. "I don't talk about my parents too much. They aren't important,"

   That caught Futaba's attention. Now that she thought about it, Akira had never mentioned his mom or dad in the entire year he was in Yongen-Jaya.

   She would have to look into this.

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   "Almost done?"

   Yusuke stared at his sketchbook with a blank look, not answering Akira. He had erased parts multiple times, and at some point just restarted the drawing.

   'This feeling... I want him so bad...'

   Yusuke glanced up at Akira and blushed. His fluffy hair was in his face a little and his cheeks were dusted with pink. But Yusuke's gaze was stuck completely on his silvery gray eyes...

   He set his sketchbook and pencil down and put his hands over his face groaning. Akira tilted his head and slowly closed his legs, never taking his eyes off the artist.

   "Are you alright? Is something wrong?"

   Yusuke was silent. Then he slowly looked up at Akira with stern eyes. The raven tensed up, suddenly feeling paranoid.

   "Yusuke...?"

   The artist stood and walked over to him. Then he leaned over Akira and sealed up their lips. The younger male turned red and shivered at the sudden touch. Heat spread through his body causing more spots on him to turn red. Yusuke pinned him against the couch and kissed deeper; as soon as Akira felt friction between his legs he pulled back panting heavily.

   "W-Wait... what are you..."

   "I'm sorry..." Yusuke leaned in and pecked his lips. "I can't help myself..."

   He moved a hand down to undo his belt. Akira caught sight of the action and started to stare.

   "Just looking at you... I couldn't hold back...!"

  Akira felt something press low between his legs and he cried out while grabbing tightly to the older boy.

   "Y-Yusuke...!"

   The artist leaned down and spoke softly.

   "I'll be gentle..."

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I'm going to fuckin Hell for that last part, dAMN IT-

(But no regrets 😈)

Edit: I actually don't think I care anymore, I might actually start righting porn properly who knows. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯