Student x Teacher - Boy x Boy (Completed)

Love is Lustful

//Author's note\\ : I'm so sorry that it has been a long time since i have updated!! I've been busy again ;3; I hope you like this chapter. please leave a comment for feedback <3

~Yuki Chloe~

We stand in silence at the kitchen sink. Akatsuki’s arms are wrapped around my skinny body firmly. He is warm like a car bonnet after a drive out. I feel his hair brush against my neck which sends shivers fluttering down my spine. I close my eyes to try and relax I mean it is just a hug after all.

“What am I to you…Akatsuki?” The words carefully leave my lips as my heart skips a beat when Akatsuki doesn’t answer straight away. There is tension in the air between us, a questionable tension.

Akatsuki’s hold changes. His arms move up and hug me gently around the shoulders and his mouth moves to my ear. His breathing is soft which makes my cheeks flush warm. I can’t remember if I was ever held like this before. It’s familiar but everything is fuzzy.

“Will you still be here…here as the normal Shiro I know?...” I open my eyes in confusion. What is Akatsuki mumbling about now? He is full of mystery and hardly ever gives a straight answer. I can write out a long list of all the strange things about Akatsuki like when he kissed me or he said to move in with him. Am I missing something? There must be one jigsaw piece hiding somewhere that I can’t see.

“Well I can’t really move…” I blankly say. Trying to get out of Akatsuki’s hold is impossible. He is a python who has caught his prey and won’t let go of you no matter what you scream out or how much you wriggle around. He lets out a soft chuckle and hugs me a little more. It is a little uncomfortable for a hug.

“I love you, Shiro.” Love? We’re two men; how can this be?

My heart starts pounding hard in my chest ready to pop out of my chest. ‘What is Akatsuki talking about? He means love as in family right? We’re not real family, are we?’ I think to myself going over the other possibilities in my mind. Maybe he said that wrong or I am hearing things.

“I’ve know you since you were really little. You have always put a smile on my face. Please don’t be frightened. I’m not here to hurt you with truth but I just want you to feel comfortable around me. You were only a little kid when…when that day happened.”

‘That day?’ does he mean…was he there that day? Those words echo in my head. Where is that jigsaw piece!?

“Nothing is making sense Akatsuki. I’m not a kid anymore. I’m fifteen and if you leave me in the dark how am I to trust you? I’m convinced that you know my mother but you still aren’t being straight forward. What do you mean ‘I love you’? Are you secretly my long lost cousin or brother? I don’t like games anymore.” I speak the truth. I don’t want Akatsuki to think this is all a game and play around with me. I want to be treated like an adult, not some naïve little child who has no idea what is going on around himself. I need Akatsuki to be honest with me. I want Akatsuki to be honest. Akatsuki sighs softly and straightens up a little. His hold loosens a bit but he didn’t let me go.

“Do I have to show you again?”

He suddenly turns me around so now I face Akatsuki’s chest. My heart pounds again then with Akatsuki’s gentle hand he tilts my chin up to him. His arm, now around my lower back and has me pressed up against him. My breathing quickens slightly already recognising what is about to happen. I look into his blue eyes. They look a little sad or disappointed. It might be because I do not understand anything. I wasn’t brought up with people around me. I spent most of my life living alone in that sad apartment and had no experience with love or family.  

Akatsuki’s face leans in closer to mine then his lips...his lips press against mine. I close my eyes shyly as there is no use trying to pull away. I’m pretty weak so I have no chance against him.

His fingers gently slide through my hair like a comb. I place my hand on his shoulder, gripping his shirt as my body tremble in his arms. This is all new to me. This tender kiss starts to mean something. Forgotten memories slowly start showing colour to my mind. Pictures blink past. There isn’t even enough time to study these images.

The kiss is slow and like it is going on forever. Akatsuki opens his mouth a little and lightly bites my bottom lip. Everything feels gentle and safe. I don’t feel scared even though my body is trembling a little. I don’t feel disgusted that a guy is kissing me. I guess that makes me strange to enjoy a kiss from someone who is the same gender as me.

His fingers comb  through my hair to the back of my head holding me. The feeling of his hand on my head is acquainted. Somewhere deep in my mind I have a feeling that I have met Akatsuki before. It is a faint feeling but even just a faint feeling is something that you will never forget. A recognisable touch.

He leans me against the kitchen bench and pushes his knee in between my legs. I have nowhere to go. I can’t say I hate the kiss but it doesn’t help if Akatsuki is only giving me little hints.

From this point I can see this isn’t just family love but does this mean that Akatsuki truly love me in a couple way? I’m so confused but I bet if this happened to someone else they would recognise what’s going on. I have no idea what to do or what is going on. I wasn’t brought up with learning about love and how to love someone.

I then feel a tingly wet sensation on my lips then pushes its way into my mouth; brushing against my tongue. I shyly open my mouth a little allowing Akatsuki’s tongue to wonder in my mouth. It’s so weird, this sensation. My cheeks are now bright red and hot now. My whole body is reacting and the hotness on my face is moving to around my whole body.

I grip his shirt more as the kiss gets more intense. I draw in a quick breath as passionate kissing requires energy. Our tongues rub against each other, mixing our saliva together. My eyes are still closed. My thoughts have changed. I start to not want this to end. It’s so weird to think like this but I can’t control anything else.

I don’t like this new lust for something that feels great.