Six Months Later - Part 4
Moments of torturing silence follow Asami’s words. Akihito scrutinizes the face of the man standing right in front of him, desperate for a crack on his iron mask, a hint to his well-hidden thoughts. Talk about what, Asami? His gaze wanders from the amber eyes up to the soft dark locks, then down to the luscious wet lips. In an instant, he becomes conscious of the man’s scent. Unwillingly, his thoughts surrender to sweet memories of tight embraces and wild orgasms. As desire invades his confusion, Akihito strives to keep his self-control. What am I thinking? It’s over. Because *he* ended it. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. “Just get out, Asami. You ended whatever it was that we had, and moved on. Let me move on too.”
In fractions of a second, Asami darts towards the younger man and traps him in a firm embrace. Spitting out curses, Akihito tries hard to escape, but the strong arms surrounding his body make any movement impossible. Pressed tightly against the muscular body he knows so well, he can hear his heart racing wildly with an odd mixture of paralyzing fear and intoxicating remembrance. Eventually the young man loses himself in the warmth he has missed so much. As he stands still against the chest of his former lover, he can feel Asami’s hot breath through his hair. New tears burn his eyes and a sob escapes his lips. “I hate you” he whispers softly against the older man’s heart. The possessive embrace tightens in response. Time freezes in the dark room.
An eternity later, Asami releases the young man. Without a word, he turns around, grabs his coat from the chair, and exits the room. When the yakuza slams the front door, Akihito collapses on the bedroom floor, confused and overwhelmed.
In fractions of a second, Asami darts towards the younger man and traps him in a firm embrace. Spitting out curses, Akihito tries hard to escape, but the strong arms surrounding his body make any movement impossible. Pressed tightly against the muscular body he knows so well, he can hear his heart racing wildly with an odd mixture of paralyzing fear and intoxicating remembrance. Eventually the young man loses himself in the warmth he has missed so much. As he stands still against the chest of his former lover, he can feel Asami’s hot breath through his hair. New tears burn his eyes and a sob escapes his lips. “I hate you” he whispers softly against the older man’s heart. The possessive embrace tightens in response. Time freezes in the dark room.
An eternity later, Asami releases the young man. Without a word, he turns around, grabs his coat from the chair, and exits the room. When the yakuza slams the front door, Akihito collapses on the bedroom floor, confused and overwhelmed.