Ai: A Short Yaoi Story

By the Legendary Yaoi Writers of Doom aka Hikari Shiro, Kurokawa, and Keitaro

Chapter 1

My story began on just an ordinary day. Not the type of day that most life changing events would take place, but a day that seemed just a part of my ordinary routine. I didn't expect my life to change so drastically, especially from such a minuscule event. However, that event changed the whole course of my life, and I have Nanashi and Yumi to thank for it.
"Hey Amane!" Nanashi and Yumi called out between giggles as they made their way toward me.
"What do you want?" I asked impatiently, whenever they showed up nothing good was bound to happen.
"Guess what, Amane? A little bird told us that you and Isamu were dating. Come on tell us! Have you kissed yet?" Nanashi teased. I felt my cheeks turn from their usual color to beet red at the mention of me dating Isamu.
"Of course not!" I replied sharply. Yumi pouted, "Amane-kun, the whole school knows that you two are an item!"
"NO WE AREN'T!!!" I screamed back at her. Nanashi and Yumi stepped back, as if they were hurt by my voice tone. I didn't know why they kept bothering me about being gay with Isamu. We were just friends, why could anybody see that? "Isamu!" the girls shouted out as he passed by. Isamu smiled, stopped in his tracks, and made his way toward us.
"Hey Amane, Yumi, Nanashi," he replied.
"Isamu, isn't it true that you and Amane are an item?" Yumi asked. Isamu laughed and leaned on my shoulder.
"If I had a dime for every time someone asks that," He began, "then I'd have more than one dime..." Isamu was never good at ending jokes. Sometimes you have to beg him to shut-up. Yumi looked at Nanashi and Nanashi looked at her. There was always an eerie silence when a joke fell apart or an attempted joke...whatever you call it.
"So..." Yumi said unevenly, "You two doing something on Friday?"
I shrugged, "Nope, other than get on the computer or something."
"Well, we were considering going to the movies, want to come?" Nanashi quickly finished for Yumi. "Come to the movies, with girls? You've GOT to be kidding!" Isamu laughed. It might have been just me, but Isamu made it sound as if he really was gay. Yumi and Nanashi just stood there with this strange starry gaze in their eyes.
"Come on, kiss in front of us! The whole school knows that you guys are a couple!" Yumi begged. My cheeks turned bright red as Isamu looked at me.
"Nah, Amane just ate that burrito for lunch. Man does his breath stink!" Isamu yelled, I was almost positive that he was kidding. Why did he lead them on like this?
"Come on please! That would just make our day!" Nanashi cried as she fell to her knees and begged.
"I don't know, you sure that would make you happy? I would consider it if it would," Isamu challenged.
"We would be the happiest women alive!" the girls cried out.
"Fine, pucker up, Amane!" he said as he bent down towards my lips. I gasped...what was Isamu doing? He wasn't really going to kiss me, was he? That was insane, but my legs wouldn't move and I couldn't feel my arms...Not in front of everyone! What are you doing, Isamu? I closed my eyes and I felt Isamu's arms around my shoulders...he wasn't really about to do what I think he would...we're too good of friends, right? I felt a tingling sensation in my lips as Isamu's drew near. Then I felt them...it took me by surprise at first but then they just smothered my face as he engrossed me in a long and hungry kiss. My throat was caught and my muscles were tense, I was so dizzy...As I departed from his mouth, he held me in front of him, placed in his arms. I shivered a bit, looking straight at his face with an almost horrified expression, as if I saw a ghost. Pallid, I stared at his confused face.
"What's wrong, Amane? You look ashen...?" Isamu said, as if none of the previous had happened. Suddenly my white face turned red, once again realizing what had taken place. Regaining energy, I jumped out of Isamu's arm, hiding my bright red face. I was so choked up, I could hardly speak. I didn't want to look at anybody...so I sped down the hall, to get away! I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. Where to run? The bathroom was the closest place, so I fled there, after all, Nanashi and Yumi couldn't follow me in. As soon as I was inside the doors, I leaned against the wall and stared at myself in the mirror. My cheeks were still flushed from the incident, I gently placed my fingertips on my lips. I felt lighthearted as I remembered the taste and feel of Isamu's intense kiss. My head was dizzy from thinking and I continually splashed water on my face, clenching my fists. I could only imagine who saw that incident! Not to mention that I had never been kissed before, what a disgrace! How could Isamu do that?
After my breath had caught up with me, I ran into on of the stalls and sat on top on the toilet in a curled position, hugging my legs, thinking. I tightly closed my eyes, but all I saw were Isamu's charming smile looking straight at me. Why did I feel this way? Why can I only think of Isamu? I remembered times before...has he always liked me. Questions like these wouldn't leave me alone. I heard the school bell chime for children to be in their classes. I didn't care. That wasn't important now. My first class what with Yumi anyway, so I'd only be made fun of more. My head hurt so much! I tried breathing deeper, but it wouldn't work. I soon let go of my worries and fell asleep.
"Amane? You okay?" I opened my eyes, I blushed as I realized my surroundings. What kind of idiot falls asleep on a toilet?
"I'm fine," I lied as I got up. It was Isamu who had woken me up, however I couldn't face him.
"You aren't still mad about that are you?" Isamu asked sheepishly.
"Yes, I am. You've made me the laughing stock of our school now by playing at one of Yumi and Nanashi's games!" I shouted angrily. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you felt that way, Amane."
"Well I do, unlike you I want to graduate from school with some dignity left!" "Amane, that kiss for me was real. I thought you enjoyed it, and most importantly, I thought you loved me." I blushed, nobody had ever told me something like that. I was 99.9% sure that I was straight, but somehow, his words melted through my cold heart. I stared into his eyes again, just looking right into them, mouth agape, heart pounding, my breath rapidly growing weak. Did he mean it or was he joking around with me? I, sure as hell, didn't think this was funny. I had to make sure he wasn't just trying to make fun of me again. There was only one thing I could think of, and I'd do it even if I hated myself for it later. I grabbed the back of his head, pulled him to me and smacked one more kiss upon his fragile lips. This time I took him by surprise. I saw him blush like crazy, it was almost worth it. But then I blushed too, and I let go of his head. I felt pretty dumb. Now Isamu's crazy yaoi thoughts were most likely brewing inside his mind.
"Amane..." Isamu said as he stared longingly at me. I shuddered, what was he thinking? He took a heavy step towards me, looking straight into my eyes, hauntingly. His eyes gave me a chill up my spine, I felt like dashing again...knees...trembling.... Was I scared? He slowly shifted towards me until I had my back against the cold wall, looking cowardly as I held my hands against my chest and felt Isamu's warm breath on my neck.
"Tell me the truth...do you hate me?" Isamu finally asked. I wasn't expecting this, I had no clue what to think. My head hurt so much that it wouldn't work.
"I don't hate you, Isamu..." I said quickly, to my surprise. I turned my head to see Isamu's dangerously close to mine. Isamu grabbed my shoulders and brought me even closer, which I swore seemed impossible, but soon I was right in his face, looking at him, tracing the lines of his skin with my eyes. I feared I knew what he was about to ask.
"Then...may I kiss you...again?" He said quietly, as if whispering, looking dreamily into my eyes. I opened my mouth to speak, but nothing came out. I felt like a fish, just talking to myself without speech, bobbing my lips up and down, staring into his face. All I did was what I was used to, I closed my eyes and let my body do the rest. The butterflies in my stomach twirled as I felt Isamu's tongue and stroked his silky hair...I couldn't get enough of this feeling he gave me. Why did I do it? I divulge it, I loved Isamu. I loved him with all my heart. I blushed intensely, my heart pounded with that same sensational feeling that had spread through my body after he kissed me the first time. I wanted more of his luxurious taste, why hadn't I realized my feelings for Isamu earlier? I couldn't summon an answer, all I knew was that I loved him now and I wanted to be with him more than anything in the world. "Isamu, how long have you felt this way about me?" I forced myself to ask between each satisfying kiss.
"Ever since we met, I knew that I loved you. I was afraid to tell you before, I didn't know how you'd react," Isamu paused as his deep intriguing eyes grabbed onto my spirit, "I can't help but love you, even if you are a man," he finished as he plunged his tongue into my longing mouth once more. I didn't want to talk anymore, talk was time. I covered him with kisses, I loved him so much...a feeling I had never felt before. Without really being aware of it I moved my hips sensually, hungry for the stirring friction it caused, while my tongue danced around Isamu's. I felt the warm weight of one of Isamu's hands at the small of my back, pressing me closer. Enthralled, I gazed at Isamu, the soft, stirring touch making me all dizzy. With Isamu's slight reluctance and shyness, every touch became a very special one, feeling more intense, like something to be treasured. Isamu maneuvered his hands across my body while whispering into my ear those stunning words of passion that he always used. His warm breath igniting my spirit with such an unyielding wish lust. I wanted him now. I wanted him to give himself entirely to me and in return grant him myself as well.
"Isamu...make love to me," I grunted, momentarily forgetting our surroundings. But what the hell, it didn't matter where we were, I just wanted to show him my love.
"I'd love to Amane," Isamu paused as he caressed my cheek, "But we're in a school restroom you know." My heart sank, he was right, but he just had to ruin our fun. I supposed he was right though, it was a public area after all, I can only imagine the horrors of being caught. But then again, I had to face the world knowing that I'm gay, too. It wouldn't be easy. I bet the entire school knows by now. I spied the door unwillingly. Isamu lifted my bangs with his soft hand and gently kissed my forehead. "Everything will be okay in the end."
"Don't leave me Isamu," I pleaded, I didn't want to lose this newly discovered passion of mine. Isamu smiled,
"We have to, but I'll be waiting for you at my house tonight," Isamu kissed me one last time before he turned around and ran for the exit.
My heart was pounding as I instinctively cried out to him," I'll be there, I promise, Isamu!" Isamu smiled as he disappeared through the bathroom door, leaving me behind to ponder the future that waited us. I thought a lot...until my thoughts wandered to how much school I had missed with that little episode...I didn't want to, but with the little energy I had, I opened the door and the light of school caught my eyes. I went to the office first. The rest of the day bled past, I forgot everything that had taken place...mostly because I wasn't listening to anything anyone said my mind was in constant dream. Yumi didn't bother me much, she seemed pretty quiet, and maybe she's as surprised as I had been. Oh well, lingering thoughts dallied seconds before diminishing into thoughts of tonight...what would I tell my parents? I came up with 'I'm spending the night' which was practical, but the point is Isamu's parents were away. So that would be odd and they might suggest he come here. Bad. I went over many ideas, but I couldn't find a good way to convince my parents to let me stay over at his house. I know I couldn't sneak, they might call the police to look for me. Then I had a great excuse, it just hit me. It dawned on me in the bus, when the person who sat next to me had to bring back one of the projects he did at school.
When I got home, I placed my backpack near the floor and I consulted my mom, who was cooking as usual.
"Mother?" I asked.
She turned her head to me, "Me and my partner...I mean class partner, you know, are doing a project and he wants me to go over to his house to help..." I quickly said.
She looked at me for a while, "Who?" She asked.
"I-Isamu..." said I, blushing a bit.
"What kind of project is it? Maybe I can help you out," my mother suggested.
"No, we can do it ourselves," I shouted out, "It's a health project."
My mother eyed me suspiciously, "Well it's fine with me, just be back tomorrow morning by eight." I smiled as I lifted the phone of the hook and rested it against my ear. Quickly, I punched the buttons that spelled out Isamu's phone number and waited patiently for him to pick up.
"Hello?" Isamu's enchanting voice rung through my ears.
"Hey Isamu, it's me. My mom gave me the okay to come over and finish our health project," I said happily as I carefully watched my mother from the corner of my eye.
"Oh that's great. You can come over whenever you're ready," Isamu replied seductively.
I smiled, "I'll be ready in a few minutes. You just wait, I'll show you how to get this project done the 'right' way," I chuckled.
"I'll see you later my love, goodbye," Isamu whispered.
"Yeah, bye," I whispered back as I rested my lips against the receiver, imagining the warmth of Isamu's goodbye kiss. I hung up the phone and ran to my room. I mustered random items in my bag, that I guessed that I might need for the sleep over. Finally after my bags were fully packed, I sat against my bed and pensively imagined what ecstatic feelings Isamu's love would bring me that evening.
I cuddled up against my legs, feeling pleased with myself for seeing the light. I had never felt this kind of affection before.
When I felt ready, I got up from my thoughtful spot and said good-bye to my mother, Isamu's house was near, I've gone there before, since we're friends, but never like this, never with this feeling. I saw his house in view and my heart skipped a beat. I felt the door handle and my thoughts flew, maybe this wasn't the best idea, after all it my first time, what if I would just embarrass myself? I knocked on the door, my heart was pounding intensely. I could hear Isamu's nimble footsteps inside his home. I closed my eyes and waited for him to open the door and take me into the refuge of his arms.

{To be continued}