WARNING: This is the chapter with a whole lot of SLASH/YAOI in it. This is where the R-rating kicks in. Please heed my warning. If you don't wish to read this stuff, please hit the back button now. Thank you!

Hinansho
By Hatono Miyuri

Chapter Six
Temptation

There was an uncomfortable, awkward silence that held the two teenagers within its grasp. Aki shifted uneasily on her bed. Hiro sat quietly with a flushed face in the armchair nearby. Aki bit her lip and squeezed her plush teddy bear tighter to her chest. Tears were beginning to form in her eyes, but she fought to keep them back with all of her effort. Her voice slightly uneven, she broke the silence. “So, let me get this straight – you met Mitsakuro-kun at Mayonaka Hinansho and became friends with him although he had started to like you more because he was gay. Then since he had developed such a crush on you, he enrolled in our school to try to get to know you better. He only rejected Ari-chan because he liked you, and when you got mad at him you guys had a rift.

“Then you found him getting beaten up in an alley and took him to your house where you nursed him back to health. He kissed you and then rejected you because he claimed you weren’t ready for a relationship with him. You were helping him to recuperate and that’s the reason you hadn’t gone to school Friday or Saturday. Then you guys talked more and he told you he didn’t have feelings for you anymore and he left. Is that it? Or is there more?” she asked, the tears threatening to fall.

Hiro propped his elbows on his knees and rested his face in his hands. He gave a barely perceptible nod. “That’s it.”

“Are you in love with him?” she questioned frankly.

Hiro looked up at her, startled. She was staring at him curiously, while two tears fell from her face. His heart wrenched at the sight and he forced himself to instead stare intensely at the floorboard.

“Are you?” she prompted.

Hiro shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know. How am I supposed to know when I’m in love when I’ve never been in love before?” he snapped.

Aki bit her lip once more and looked away.

Hiro panicked. “Look, Aki, I didn’t mean-.”

She stared hurtfully into his eyes. “Why can’t you love me? What have I done? What haven’t I done?” she cried.

Hiro resisted the urge to grab her up and hush her, to tell her it was all right. She was just like a child who had been told that while the other kids get to have ice cream, she must watch them instead and then clean their plates after they were done.

“It isn’t that easy, Aki-chan. It’s nothing you’ve done. Honestly! I just…. Sometimes, no matter how much you want to, you can’t feel things that aren’t there. It’s not that I don’t like you. It’s just that I don’t love you in that way. You have to understand, Aki! I couldn’t bear it if-.”

“Hiro, I understand,” she murmured. “But I don’t really want to.”

“I know,” he whispered.

“So you think Yuurei is the one?” she asked calmly. The tears had dried on her face and she merely looked exhausted.

Noncommittally, he responded, “I can’t be sure.”

She threw her hands up. “Damn it, Hiro! It’s not that hard to tell!” Her voice became softer. “When you look at him, do you freeze up? Do your hands begin to sweat? Does your heart race? Do you try to look away, but can’t? When you speak, are you at a loss for words? And yet, you speak easily to him? Do you feel your heart pulling you towards him, towards something you want more of but are afraid to have?”

Hiro stared at her, his jaw dropping. “Aki-chan, have you ever thought of becoming a novelist?”

Aki blushed bright red and threw a pillow at Hiro. “Be serious!”

Hiro sighed. “I’m trying! I don’t know! Maybe I do, maybe I don’t! I can’t tell. I’m not a girl, Aki-chan; I’m not used to analysing how I feel.”

“Ah, yes, because Hiro-kun is a great macho man who goes out every night to hunt for dinner,” Aki teased in a deep voice. “Hiro-kun no need feelings. Feelings for girls. Feelings weak.”

Hiro gave a wry smile. “Hiro-kun have speech impediment.”

Aki stuck her tongue out at him. “The point is you do analyse your feelings. Everyone does. It’s just guys have a harder time admitting it – you know, because they’re…what’s the word I’m trying to think of?” she asked as she placed a solitary finger upon her chin. “Ah, right! Because they’re ‘strong’ and ‘manly’.”

“Hey! I don’t appreciate the quotations.”

Aki grinned brightly at him. “So, you at least like Yuurei, then?”

“Yeah, I guess I do.”

Aki sighed and pouted. “That’s perfect. My boyfriend’s gay. That’s a sentence I never thought I’d say.”

Hiro knitted his eyebrows together. “I’m not gay! I am still attracted to girls.”

“Then you’re bisexual.”

“No! I’m not attracted to guys in the least.”

“You like Yuurei?”

“Yes, I already told you that.”

“Hiro.”

“What?”

“Yuurei’s a guy.”

“So?”

Aki grinned. “Well, when one guy likes or is attracted to another guy, that usually means he is attracted to a person of the same sex which means that guy is homosexual – which, in turn, means he is gay.”

“No!” Hiro cried. “I’m not attracted to guys at all! I just happen to be attracted to Yuurei, who also happens to be a guy.”

“You’re attracted to his looks, right?”

“Yes,” he replied, feeling slightly embarrassed admitting such a thing when he himself had only reached such a conclusion not even a day before. “But not just his looks!”

“Well, I hate to break it to you, but Yuurei is a guy and guys, in general, usually have the same attributes physically. And if you are attracted to his looks, then you are attracted to those same attributes that all guys have,” she reasoned logically. She couldn’t help feeling very intelligent. She should have her own show, she mused.

Hiro pouted. “That’s not fair. How am I supposed to argue with you when I can’t even get a higher grade than you on even a homework assignment?”

“Just admit it,” she sang.

“I’m not gay.”

“Of course you’re not.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know, I know. No need to tell me.”

Hiro paused and glared indignantly at her. “I believe you’re enjoying this far too much.”

“I would be lying if I said I wasn’t,” she retorted.

“I never knew you had such a merciless side to you, Aki-chan…,” Hiro sighed.

Aki shrugged. “Consider it payback.”

Hiro bit his lip and nodded, breaking into a sad smile. There was a long silence, and then he said softly, “So I guess we’re over then?”

“Well, obviously. You’re gay, Hiro, and I’m considerably lacking in that department.”

Hiro didn’t have the energy to argue. “I am sorry,” he told her sincerely.

Aki shrugged again and settled into her bed. “I’ll bounce back. I do love you Hiro,” she said, “but you aren’t the love of my life. As the saying goes, ‘there are other fish in the sea’.”

Hiro smiled and nodded.

“How well do you know him?”

Hiro shrugged. “Not very well. I know he’s in some sort of trouble, but he’d never tell me. Other than the fact that he’s musically inclined, it’s like he’s a complete stranger.”

“And yet you feel like you’ve known him your entire life,” Aki sighed wistfully.

Hiro blushed.

“Well, aren’t you going to get together with him?”

Hiro shook his head. “He told me he felt nothing for me. Besides, I already checked his apartment and he’s long gone. I know he’s foreign – that much is obvious from his appearance – but I heard him speaking in a different language while I was in the kitchen the other day. His voice was muffled, but I did catch a few phrases that were vaguely familiar.”

“You recognised it?”

Hiro nodded. “He said he moved here from England, so I’m guessing it was English. However, there was a word or two that didn’t sound English at all.”

“Such as?”

“I don’t know, but it sounded French.”

“French then.”

Hiro narrowed his eyes at Aki. She was doing that thing where she stared directly past him. It usually meant trouble. “Aki…what are you thinking?”

Aki’s pout of contemplation slid slowly into a knowing grin. “Well, then he’s obviously in France.”

Hiro’s jaw dropped. “France? How in the world could you know that? For all you know, he’s in Jamaica!”

She blinked. “Why would he be in Jamaica? Have you heard him speak Jamaican?”

Hiro shrugged and slumped in his chair. “No…but he probably knows many languages. I gathered that from him.”

Aki thought for a moment, told him to hold on, and then made a beeline towards the phone in the kitchen. When she returned, she grinned brightly. “Hiro-kun, I have excellent news.”

Hiro blinked. “You’ve found some way to get me the unreleased volume of Gemini?” he asked brightly.

Aki paused. “What? No! Hiro-kun, I called the airport and they told me that the earliest flight leaving from their station leaves in about two hours. If you leave now, you could probably make it before he boards the plane.”

“What?”

“You heard me. Leave, go. Or you’ll never make it.”

In a flash, Hiro gathered Aki in his arms and encircled her in a tight hug. “Oh, Aki-chan…you don’t know how glad I am to have had you as a girlfriend.”

“Oh, shut up and get out of here you sentimental brat,” she teased playfully.

Hiro kissed her on the cheek and dashed out the door without another word.

Aki shivered and hugged herself. All of sudden, she felt rather lonely.

-

Damn it, thought Yuurei as he stared at the flight schedule. His flight had been delayed. Just his luck.

Sighing with resignation, he sat in the cheap plastic chair and got out a novel he had been reading. And then he put it back down again. Glaring, he stuffed it back into his bag and crossed his arms, staring crossly at the speck of dirt on the floor. He needed to get out of Japan because, suddenly, it all felt very suffocating.

And if his plane didn’t come soon, he’d probably never get the nerve to leave.

Damn that sodding Hiro for making him feel like this. It’s all his fault, he decided. If Hiro hadn’t been so naïve, so innocent about the whole thing, it might’ve been over before he had to make this choice. He knew it could never last. The two were incredibly different people. Hiro was carefree and innocent while Yuurei had a past of darkness and horror. How could Hiro even stand to be near him when he stank of the terror of his past?

He fought back the feeling of tears that had become so familiar to him over the past couple of hours. How could he know it would never work if he didn’t try? He growled and pushed the traitorous thought to the farthest corner of his mind.

A shadow fell over top of him.

Without looking up, Yuurei snapped, “May I help you?”

The shadow stirred but said nothing.

Getting unnerved, Yuurei glared at the stranger, boring into his eyes as the stranger was doing. And then, he realised that those eyes…. Those beautiful green eyes were so very familiar. “H-Hiro….”

Hiro was standing there, looming over him, his face contorted in a mix between anxiety and confusion, his clothes and hair drenched from the rain pouring outside. “You weren’t supposed to leave just like that,” he mumbled.

Yuurei stood and walked up to him. “Hiro, what are you doing here?”

Hiro just stared into his eyes, like he was searching for the answer to that very question. He continued on as if he hadn’t heard Yuurei speak. “I went to your apartment and your landlord told me you had suddenly gotten the notion to move. I…didn’t know what to do.”

“Hiro, please…. You have to leave.”

Hiro wasn’t listening. “So I went to Aki…she told me to come after you. So I’m here. I came after you.”

“Hiro, I’m serious. You can’t be near me anymore.”

“Because, the thing is, Yuurei…I think….”

“Hiro, don’t say it,” Yuurei growled in warning. He could feel tears in the corners of his eyes.

“I think I might be in love with you,” Hiro whispered.

Suddenly, everything in Yuurei’s mind screamed and went blank at the same time. He couldn’t move for a split second. And then he found himself launched against Hiro, meeting his lips with Hiro’s, kissing him with rapture.

Hiro stood there for a moment, completely unaware of what to do. He had expected to battle Yuurei over this, to shout at him and make him hurt like he had hurt Hiro. And so, he did the only thing that felt right at that very moment: he kissed him back with just as much longing.

There were people watching, people whispering, but Yuurei didn’t care. All he cared about was Hiro’s lips against his, Hiro’s tongue warring with his, Hiro’s chest pressed up against his, the rhythm of Hiro’s heartbeat drumming wildly against his own, and Hiro’s hands tangled in his hair and sliding up his chest under his shirt in an attempt to touch more of him.

“But…I thought…mm…I thought you…,” Hiro moaned into the kiss.

“Hiro, you’re ruining the moment.”

Yuurei’s tongue did something devilish to Hiro’s throat and Hiro moaned his agreement.

And then Yuurei stopped and pulled away. Hiro panted for his breath and tried to regain his composure, though he missed the heat of the contact. When he opened his eyes, he found Yuurei gone. His breathing hitched and he searched around, his eyes wild and his heartbeat going even faster than before. That bastard! Hiro cried in this thoughts. How dare he toy with him like-!

“Hiro, come on. Before I change my mind,” Yuurei called to him.

Hiro looked up and saw Yuurei a few feet away from him, holding a hotel key. Hiro’s cheeks burned. Was he seriously going to go through with this? If he went that way, there was no turning back.

Yuurei rolled his eyes and stormed over to him and placed a teasingly gentle kiss on his neck where his pulse was beating rapidly. Hiro licked his lips in anticipation and Yuurei grabbed his hand, leading him to the airport hotel.

-

The door barged open and Yuurei pushed Hiro in, pinning him up against the wall, ravishing Hiro’s lips with his own. Yuurei grabbed Hiro around the shoulders and began leading him backwards toward the king-size bed. With a slight shove, Hiro fell on top of it, half-sitting, half-lying down.

Yuurei crawled onto the bed, and with a seductive smirk, crawled over to him, over top of him. Their lips met once more and this time, they moved slower, more leisurely. Tongues darted into the crevices of their hot mouths, exploring every inch as if their lives depended on it. Hiro gasped as Yuurei’s hand slid into his shirt, the coolness of his hand sliding over his abdomen.

“Yuurei,” Hiro breathed. “Why…?”

Yuurei silenced him with a gentle, affectionate kiss. “No words,” he whispered against the brunette’s mouth.

The warm air against his lips caused Hiro to involuntarily shudder. That was it, he was speechless, and he could only nod as Yuurei continued his upward advance through Hiro’s shirt.

Before Hiro knew what was happening, his shirt was discarded carelessly with the growing pile of clothes strewn across the hotel-room. And Yuurei was licking, kissing, and even nipping gently at his bare torso.

“Mm…Hiro…. You taste…,” he murmured against Hiro’s naked flesh. He tasted…pure. Like milk and cream and just a hint of salt. He tasted like what an angel would taste like if he ever got the chance to lick one.

The thought nagged at him, as he descended towards the hem of Hiro’s boxers. Hiro was so damn pure in so many ways. Even the growing lust Hiro had for the blonde musician was hesitant enough for Yuurei to be reminded.

Hiro was, in every sense of the word, pure. And Yuurei was, in every sense of the word, dirty.

That thought alone propelled the blonde off of Hiro. Hiro was staring at him, his eyes clouded with confusion and laced with hurt, his chest rising and falling rapidly with the sounds of his panting breath, his lips scarlet with kisses, and an obvious bulge that really wanted to be tended to.

“Y-Yuurei?” he asked, his voice dripping with desire.

Yuurei’s own body, while aroused considerably, was stricken cold. His eyes wide with fear, he pushed himself farther from Hiro and ended up on the other side of the bed. “I-I can’t,” he muttered.

“You can’t? You can’t what, Yuurei?”

He was so pure, Yuurei realised. So untouched and heavenly. Even the confusion in his voice and eyes was unmistakably innocent. “I can’t, Hiro…not by me. It shouldn’t be by me,” he groaned huskily.

“What shouldn’t be by you? Yuurei, what are you talking about?!” Hiro cried, reaching the highest peak of sexual frustration known to mankind. How in the world could he understand what Yuurei wanted – or didn’t want – when the blonde persisted on babbling unintelligibly?

Yuurei didn’t speak for some time, just stared intently at the bed sheets as if they held all of the answers he was looking for. After some time, he finally spoke, but in a barely audible, sulking tone. “Hiro, be honest. You’re a virgin, aren’t you? 100 pure?”

This threw Hiro for a moment, who couldn’t think of how to respond. Well, yeah, he was a virgin – maybe 99 pure. Before this, he had never kissed someone so deeply, so that definitely brought it down a notch. However, this was quite embarrassing for a guy, especially a teenage guy to admit. Really, this guy was asking a lot! “Why do you want to know?”

“Hiro, I know you’re a virgin, so don’t play coy,” Yuurei snapped irritably.

Oh, no, Hiro thought dreadfully. Was it really that obvious? Was he really so clearly inexperienced?

“I’ll take that silence as confirmation,” Yuurei murmured with a tinge of disappointment. “I’ve never been in the habit of taking someone virginal – especially someone as pure as you,” he explained.

Hiro felt his cheeks burn with humiliation. How dare Yuurei say such things! Did he realise just how much he was mortifying the teen? Slowly, his arousal began to dissipate into something more akin to anger. Raging, indignant ire. “What makes you so certain that I’m pure?” Hiro seethed.

Yuurei recalled the hesitancy of every touch they shared, the frightened look in his eyes when the blonde had kissed him the first time, and Yuurei just knew. Hiro was as pure as they came. He was just so very unsuspecting. It made Yuurei sick that he ever thought of screwing him nine-thousand different ways in and a million different positions, and sometimes with whipped cream and chocolate syrup. However, it also made him slightly aroused, thinking of Hiro as just Hiro – not an oddly pure teenager who just happened to be the object of Yuurei’s almost unwilling affections.

He could not, however, ignore the boy any longer. He was constantly on Yuurei’s mind, and would remain there, the blonde knew, for quite some time. And so, with those thoughts alone, Yuurei came to a decision.

“I can’t, Hiro, not now. Later,” Yuurei replied, making his way back towards the other boy slowly.

“What do you mean later?” Hiro snapped, annoyed that Yuurei had led him along this far without the intent to finish. “What would it matter if we did it now or later? It’s only time, Yuurei!”

Yuurei gave him an appraising look. Nothing was revealed behind the sparkling blues.

Hiro continued in spite of him. “I want you now, Yuurei,” he informed in a low growl, his voice on the edge of passionate fury and lust. “Now. Not tomorrow, not next week, not a month from now, not in seven years. Now.”

He crawled towards Yuurei’s relaxed form, leaning against the headboard, with a predatory glint in his eyes. “And, whether you wish to accept it or not, I always get what I want.”

Before Yuurei could register another thought other than, “Eek! He looks scary!” and “Damn, he looks sexy!” the other boy was straddling him, his lips kissing and nipping at Yuurei’s lips possessively.

Those devilish lips, which were described as heavenly only minutes before, trailed down Yuurei’s bare neck, fervently trying to own and imprison every inch of him. Yuurei could only pant and gasp as the demanding yet light lips descended lower, though slow in their pursuit.

Yuurei wanted nothing more than to be kissed every inch by that mouth, but he was not going to be the sub in this relationship. He was always on top, and he wasn’t going to break that perfect record now. Without much effort, he flipped Hiro on his back and sought to devour him more thoroughly than he had ever devoured anyone before.

And, he noted with satisfaction, Hiro didn’t seem to mind one bit.

Hiro writhed beneath the blonde as Yuurei’s delicate and talented fingers broke through the hem of the brunette’s boxers and proceeded to encase him, his fingers burning him with light touches too soft to be satisfying to anyone.

Hiro let out a frustrated, but pleasant moan that Yuurei found delightful.

Meeting his lips once more in a long, tender kiss, he murmured, “You like that, Hiro?”

Hiro could only manage a breathless groan, but Yuurei took that as a ‘yes.’ His teasing strokes and delicate touches soon became a little more persistent, but before Hiro could relish the firmer contact, it was gone just as quickly. It didn’t even occur to Hiro, in his lust-clouded mind, that with his fingers, Yuurei had also stripped him of his boxers.

He didn’t know whether to kill Yuurei or ravish the blonde on top of him. He decided on the latter as he felt a much better sensation: Yuurei’s groin grinding pleasurably against his. He let out another moan, his back arching at the sensation coursing through him.

Their movements became quicker, more demanding. They hardly thought of anything more than their tongues warring in mock battle, their bodies pressed impossibly close, their fingers digging into the other’s back, and the growing need each of them possessed.

Instantly, they crashed into ecstasy – a higher bliss than either had ever known before. Exhausted and at a rather pleasant calm, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, their names whispered on each other’s lips.

-

A/N: -stares- You know, I hadn’t originally intended to write all of that. I intended to stop it at the line, “And, he noted with satisfaction, Hiro didn’t seem to mind one bit.” However, I figured I’ve been frustrating my readers long enough and let you guys in on something a little extra. I’m just hoping against hope that it doesn’t exceed it’s R rating. Heh….

Hm, it’s been a while since I last updated, ne? Well, I hope this more than makes up for it. –grins- Also, stay tuned! In the next chapter, we shine some light on Yuurei’s dark past. Will Hiro be able to handle it?

Of course, big, BIG thanks to the following reviewers: kuneho, Forgotten-Angel15, Yoru Ryuu, Kowai Noriko, KitsuneAkai13, Haru, Maxwell's Demon, Chaotic Child, Staris, yukomi, and Merciful Evans. –glomps a hundred times-

Mei, Luka: -identical drooling faces-

MH: -grins sheepishly-

Ryuu: -just stares, cheeks tinged with pink-

MH: Well, um, yeah.

Mei: So…-drools and pulls a Homer Simpson- Mmmm…Yuurei/Hiro yaoi….

Luka: -sighs in bliss- I wish you’d make a manga out of this already.

MH: -hits Luka upside the head playfully- Pervert.

Luka: -grins unashamed and sneaks a glance at Ryuu- Ryuu, koi, you’re blushing.

Ryuu: -glares- I’m not your koi.

Luka: -snuggles up against Ryuu’s chest- Of course you’re my koi. You’re my one and only Dragon.

Ryuu: -stares down at Luka with a haunted expression- I understand that that chapter has you all hot and bothered, you twit, but stop feeling me up.

Luka: -looks up at him with an innocent expression- Whatever do you mean?

Ryuu: -scowls- That’s your hand on my arse, isn’t it?

Luka: -purring- Would you like that to be my hand on your arse?

Ryuu: -scowls even further- You’re really pushing it, Luka.

Luka: -smirks seductively- Do you want me to push it further, my Dragon?

MH & Mei: -laugh uncontrollably as Ryuu blushes-

MH: You opened that door, Ryuu. I have no sympathy for you.

Ryuu: -growls- Insolent fools. –glares down at Luka- Perverted sukebe.

Luka: -purring again, drawing circles on Ryuu’s chest- What can I say? You drive me wild.

Ryuu: -firmly pushes Luka away and walks off-

Luka: -shrugs and grins happily-

Mei: -suspicious- What are you so happy about? He rejected you. Again.

Luka: -smirks- We were very close just then, Mei-chan. My koi doesn’t hate me as much as you think.

MH & Mei: -sputters and blushes as Luka walks away, whistling merrily-

Luka: -in a distant, sing-song voice- Don’t forget to review, minna-san!

Miyuri