Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Interesting Encounter ❯ Chapter Six ( Chapter 6 )

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

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“Because I was a fool,” Ichiro finally said in a firm tone raising his head to look Akira in the eye.
“I don’t understand,” Akira said brushing back a lock of his hair that fell into his eyes after coming lose from the bun he’d tied it into.
“I want you Akira-Kun,” Ichiro burst out half in anger half in sadness. “I want you but I have no right to feel this way about you. I look at you and I see your beauty, your innocence and I want it. I want it to belong to me and I’m sorry if this sickens you but it’s the truth.” After Ichiro had finished he sat staring grief-stricken at Akira, breathing hard and so upset he didn’t notice the tears that rolled unchecked down his face. Akira stared at him in disbelief sure that he was the only one who had felt this way. But when Ichiro saw the shock on the younger man’s face he dropped his head bracing himself for the rejection he was sure was coming. But after a few minutes when it didn’t come he looked back up to find Akira sitting on the couch with his legs tucked up to his chest and tears darkening his eyes to violet.
“I like girls,” Akira said in an almost detached way looking down at his knees rather than at Ichiro. “I find them beautiful and some of them even turn me on. But for my entire life I’ve never had someone move me more than the love of my music, until you. When you got angry at me last night I thought I had offended you by welcoming your attention and I hated that I might have pushed you away because I had abnormal feelings for you. But I. . .I. . .,” Akira stammered as tears poured down his cheeks. Ichiro reached for him then, pulling him slowly out of his defensive little ball and guiding him until he sat in his lap. Gently brushing away the tears that had fallen with his thumb Ichiro drew Akira’s face down to him with a light pressure on his chin. When they were eye level he looked into the younger man’s violet blue eyes and allowing his to close slowly he leaned forward capturing his lips with his. Akira felt as if the older man were devouring him with his lips alone. It was as if there was some invisible cord that connected his lips to his slowly hardening prick. Even as the pull of Ichiro’s lips was burning his body his own intellect was burning in his mind screaming at him to stop. At first it looked as though the burning of his body would win out. But when Ichiro’s hand ran the full length of his still hardening prick Akira leaped out of the older man’s arms and off the couch landing in a seated position on the floor.
“Akira are you ok?” Ichiro asked looking at him with a worried expression. The younger man blushed brightly getting slowly to his feet before grabbing the first aid kit and smiling shyly.
“Sorry,” he said, “but I gotta go put this back and get dinner ready.” As Akira turned to make a hasty retreat Ichiro’s voice called him back.
“Akira we’ll take it slow. Ok?” Ichiro said realizing what was wrong with the younger man.
“Thank you,” Akira said before slowly making his way up the stairs to put the kit away and start dinner.

**Sorry so short but the ending of the chapter just seemed right. I’ll update as soon as I get another review so read and review I really appreciate it!**