Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Interesting Encounter ❯ Chapter Five ( Chapter 5 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

By: Serena1985

Chapter Five

As the minutes ticked by sweat poured slowly down their backs and Akira began stripping off his shirt almost languidly to compensate for the heat.
“What are you doing?” Ichiro demanded squeezing his eyes closed against the sight of the younger man’s slenderly muscular torso.
“What do you mean what am I doing,” Akira retorted, “it’s hot in here.” The younger man set his shirt beside him laying back on the bed propped up on his elbows staring at Ichiro who had opened his eyes again.
“Just put your shirt back on,” Ichiro said harshly.
“What for?” Akira demanded angrily, unable to see the affect he was having on the older an. Ichiro’s eyes blazed at him angrily feasting on the sight of the younger man’s flesh.
“Are you blind or just stupid?” Ichiro demanded angrily.
“Just what the fuck is your issue?” Akira asked his eyes darkening to an even deeper violet in his anger as he sat up grabbing his shirt in his fist before flinging it across the room.
“You want to know what my problem is?” Ichiro spat angrily. “Well this is it,” he said bringing himself to his knees and moving across the bed grabbing Akira before he had a chance to react. Ichiro dragged the younger man to his knees pinning him to his body while holding his hands behind his back with one of his own. His other hand seized Akira’s hair roughly but not enough to hurt, he grabbed it close to his head so that it made a more effective handle. Ichiro’s blazing, black, half hungry, half angry gaze locked with Akira’s frightened eyes still violet from the rise of emotion. Akira felt a gentle yank on his hair that forced his head back at an angle and presented his full, cupid-bow lips to Ichiro like an offering. He tried to turn his head away but the older man had too tight a grip on his hair. While he struggled uselessly he felt Ichiro’s lengthening prick press against his own which seemed to began growing in answer to it. Akira’s heart beat against Ichiro’s chest like a frightened animal as the older man lowered his lips to take his in a roughly, tender kiss. The younger man was so surprised that he offered no resistance against him, even when the older man’s tongue crept sinuously into his mouth. Ichiro watched as Akira’s eyes fluttered closed as he succumbed to the passion of the kiss. He used the opportunity to turn the younger man slowly without breaking the kiss and lay him flat on the bed. Ichiro blanketed Akira’s body with his own gently forcing his hands above his head before imprisoning them in one of his once more. For a moment Ichiro’s mind was only half on the kiss and more on securing the younger man beneath him but when Akira moaned into his mouth the older man’s mind was immediately drawn full force back to the business at hand. Ichiro swallowed the younger man’s forceful moan replacing it with one of his own while he ground his throbbing cock gently into Akira’s own raging hard-on. With his free hand Ichiro caressed Akira’s slender torso reveling in his smooth skin and the quivers his touch caused. Ichiro broke the kiss then kissing down the side of Akira’s neck before tracing the path with his tongue. He stopped just behind the younger man’s ear and swirled his tongue sensuously in small circles over the spot. Akira moaned low and soft his body bucking against Ichiro’s of its own volition. Smiling Ichiro nipped at the delicate skin before soothing the hurt with his agile tongue. When Akira wrapped both his legs around the older man and rocked gently against him Ichiro realized he’d found an erogenous zone. Wanting to find out just how delicate the zone was he’d found he sucked the younger man’s ear lobe into the hot depths of his mouth. He nipped at the delicate cushion when Akira shivered before he bucked violently against Ichiro as sensual moan after sensual moan poured from the younger man’s parted lips. Releasing the younger man’s ear after one more teasingly temptful nip Ichiro looked at his face full of passion and need and he realized that if he kept up his temptouously, tortuous, teasing he could have Akira here and now. But he was a man and he wasn’t gay. Not to mention he could probably get arrested for soliciting a minor. Still he realized he wanted the younger man but he refused to let himself have him. Instead he raised up off of Akira but the younger man grabbed him with tentative hands trying to pull him back. Ichiro easily shook off his hands and stood staring down at him from where he stood from beside the bed. Akira looked up at him with a need so heavy it took a great force of will for Ichiro not to simply go to him and take him. Instead he spoke harshly to the younger man. “Get out Takahashi-Kun,” Ichiro said as his black eyes went hard and cold. Akira stared up at the older man in surprise not sure if he was angry for being used and tossed aside or if he was relieved that Ichiro was going to let him go. Akira stood up slowly going to the door where he bent picking up his t-shirt before he rushed from the room without saying one word. Later alone in his room however Akira cuddled in his bed weeping silently, not sure why he was even crying. He wasn’t gay was he. After all he found girls sexy and alluring. But why was that one harsh rebuke that Ichiro had given him hours before breaking his heart. Rolling over Akira fell into an uneasy sleep, dreaming over and over again of how Ichiro had assaulted his body. When he woke a few hours later sweating heavily even though he wore only a pair of boxers he crept out of bed grabbing his violin. His mind raced as we walked silently through the house toward the sliding glass door that led to the back yard. He’d never had a girlfriend, never knew what passion was. Yet twenty minutes with Ichiro had opened up a part of himself that he hadn’t known he had. Akira sat in a reclining chair, raising the back up completely while letting the harsh reality of the fact that the one person in this world that had actually moved him would never be his. That thought set his hands to shaking and he looked at them wrapped around his violin and bow in surprise as though they belonged to someone else. In an effort to stop his hands he focused on the cold wind that ripped at his body but that somehow only reminded him of the way Ichiro’s eyes had frosted over after their long passionate kiss. Deciding that the music of the violin might sooth him he lifted it into place sitting back against the cold plastic of the chair. Mozart’s Requiem began pouring out its somber notes to the cold morning air as Akira felt tears slide down his cheeks and soft sobs push past his tightly clamped lips. Ichiro watched him from the shadows inside the house, the sounds of the sad music coming from the violin had woken him because Akira hadn’t closed the glass door completely. He was close enough to hear the soft sobs that racked the younger man and amazed to see that they didn’t cause him to falter in his playing. In fact the crying seemed to accent the sad music, ripping at his heart enough that he wanted to go outside and gather the younger man close and tell him that he was wrong. Instead Ichiro forced himself to go into the kitchen and brew a pot of coffee. Once the water was set to warm up Ichiro made his way back to his room grabbing some clothes. Going to the bathroom Ichiro started the shower setting the temperature before he stripped off his clothes and climbed in. By the time he got out Akira had laid out breakfast and was just finishing up his two rice balls and coffee. He sat down at the table just as the younger man got up avoiding him with his eyes as he collected his dish and brought them to the kitchen washing and drying them before putting them away soundlessly. Ichiro ate the breakfast prepared for him of miso, rice, fish, pickles, and horseradish while Akira slipped past him and went into his room. While he ate he heard the dulcet sounds of the violin again but it was different this time. There were odd breaks in the music and different notes were being substituted for unsuitable notes. It was clear that Akira was writing a song and from the sound of it, it was going to be sad. Feeling that it was his fault Ichiro finished his food quickly, washing and drying his dishes and putting them away. He went to his room then and after gathering his practice equipment for karate he went down to the basement. After looking at the floor layout and the stuff in the room Ichiro strapped on his training weights and began moving the stuff around. It took him all of twenty minutes to get the floor space cleared. When he was done he quickly stripped off his shoes and tied his wrists and ankles with his basic bandages over the weights happy that the floor was wooden and good to work on. After Ichiro had stretched he began his regiment of exercise moving through push-ups, sit-ups, jump roping, and toe lifts at a smooth pace that never failed to ease his mind. As he moved into the shadow boxing phase of his practice he thought about what had happened the night before. When his movements began to get faster out of anger he forced them to a slower pace making himself answer why he was angry. It hadn’t been Akira’s fault he conceded to himself, but his own because he had lost control of his emotions when teaching a pupil. He’d taken out his anger on the younger man because when he had gotten himself under control he’d still wanted him so badly. Fear had eaten him up and in defense he’d struck out at Akira who’d happened to be a convenient target. But what was he suppose to do, he thought to himself as he picked up the pace just slightly and forced himself to maintain it. Was he gay? Ichiro forced the difficult question upon himself even though he desperately wanted to shy away from it. After a few moments he decided the answer was no after all he still loved women. But then what was he? Bisexuality could be a possibility, he said as his pace began to slow with his despair. Quickly he forced the pace of his movement back up to where he’d set them and thought of the term again. Ok so what if he was bisexual, Akira wasn’t gay? Or was he? Ichiro realized that he’d never even once given a single thought to the younger man’s feelings. But what if he confessed his feelings now he thought. What if even though Akira had feelings for him he denied them and rejected him harshly only to spite him. In his heart he knew that Akira wasn’t that kind of person but doubt began eating treacherously at his soul still fresh from betrayal by his last love. But even the doubt could not stop him from feeling cowardly. But could he tell the younger man, who he’d already hurt so badly that he loved him and have his feelings received or even reciprocated. The thought of Akira throwing his love harshly back in his face as he had his denial of them at him coupled with the soft, hesitant clearing of a throat behind him had Ichiro tumbling face first to the floor. Akira rushed over kneeling beside Ichiro though he was careful not to touch him.
“A-are you ok?” Akira asked hesitantly. Ichiro sat up grunting in pain from both the cut he had on his chin from its brush with his teeth when he hit the floor as well as his bruised pride. Akira however gave him no chance to harshly rebuke him when he saw the blood blossoming before his eyes on the older man’s chin. Instead the younger man helped Ichiro quickly to his feet and hurried him over to the couch he’d left facing the room. Once Akira was sure he was sitting down he rushed upstairs and retrieved the first aid kit at the bottom of the cabinet in the living room. When he got back downstairs Ichiro had his head back muttering to himself. Making his way over to him Akira sat down beside him giving the older man no choice once again as he pulled him down to lay on his back with his head in the younger man’s lap. Opening the case Akira worked quickly using alcohol swabs to clean and disinfect the cut ignoring Ichiro’s loud protests. He examined the cut realizing it was nothing more than a dent in the shape of Ichiro’s teeth. Shaking his head Akira smiled in amusement before gently putting some Neosporin and a small band-aid on it. While Ichiro busied himself with sitting up and working his chin gently to check if it had been dislocated or not Akira put up the supplies with quick able fingers setting the kit beside him on the floor. He turned to look at Ichiro then grinning lightly. “You know if I’d thought you were that clumsy I’d have waited until you had stopped working out,” Akira pointed out teasingly.
“Yeah well if you hadn’t snuck up on me I probably still would have fell,” Ichiro confessed ruefully, “I had too much on my mind and I wasn’t paying attention to what I was doing.”
“I know what you mean,” Akira said with a half smile, “but you should find a less dangerous thinking method.”
“How did you know that’s what I was doing?” Ichiro asked laughing softly in spite of himself.
“Well because I’ve had a lot on my mind too,” Akira said shrugging, “and when I do I write songs.” Ichiro nodded remembering the sad music that had poured out of Akira’s room earlier at breakfast.
“I suppose that’s partly my fault,” Ichiro said softly, “I’m sorry if I offended you in any way last night. It was inappropriate of me to touch you the way I did and then yell at you afterward as if it were your fault.” Ichiro slid easily off the couch and stood bowing to Ichiro for forgiveness.
“Oh forget it,” Akira said quickly, pushing the older man’s shoulder gently to make him stand up. When Ichiro had straightened Akira patted the couch and the older man sat back down looking worried.
“Have I offended you once more?” Ichiro asked slowly feeling unsure of himself.
“No,” Akira said, “but neither do you have to ask for my forgiveness. “
”But I do,” the older man said softly, “I should not only ask but beg.”
“Why?” Akira said confused.
“Because Takahashi-Kun,” Ichiro said lowering his head in almost a bow but it was done more in shame. “I got angry at you because I was mad at myself and you didn’t deserve it.”
“Why were you angry?” The younger man asked growing more and more confused.
“Because I. . .” Ichiro began stopping for a moment to find the right words.