Author’s Notes: So the muse did decide to show up after all and I’ll confess that I felt mighty naughty writing out the scene between Ogata/Akira down there…again. Additional notes after story. ^_^

 

 

Decisions:

 

I stare at him for a good minute or two, my unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of my mouth as I allow the name to sink in.

 

“Shindo?” I ask. My voice seems to be coming from a million miles away.

 

He nods softly. “Yes. Shindo.”

 

The phone continues its shrill ringing, but all that goes through my mind is just what Shindo Hikaru could be doing at my place at this time? He has never been here before. So this could only mean that…

 

“Was he with you?” My voice sounds a bit more controlled but from his light flinch, I can tell that I must have sounded irritated…which wouldn’t be too far from the truth. I am rightfully upset. I had definitely had no plans to entertain the loud-mouthed teen in anyway. What was I supposed to do with him in my presence? With a light grunt, I force myself to listen to Akira’s quiet explanation.

 

“We had been playing a game at the salon when the rain started. We thought we would be able to make it back to Shindo’s place, but halfway there he realized that he had left his key on Ichikawa-san’s desk and he had to run back to pick it up. I told him I would wait for him here…since it was close by…”

 

His voice trails off as he looks up at me a bit shyly. He shifts his legs to make himself more comfortable on my floor. I groan as I catch a glimpse of his cock – a bit erect and slightly dripping and wet with cum again. He seems to notice me watching and he quickly lowers his head and closes his legs together, while trying hard to tug down the oversized shirt to cover himself up.

 

Smirking at his fruitless attempts to ‘hide’, I get to my feet and walk, slowly, towards him. From my vantage point, he looks helpless and frail – the kind of person who looked as if he needed protection from everyone and everything.

 

Kami knows I wouldn’t hesitate to take that role.

 

The phone, which had stopped ringing for a while, begins its annoying cacophony again. I notice Akira glancing at it with something akin to desperation on his fair features and I am more than tempted to force him to pay attention to me and only me. But I did say I am a benevolent man, did I not?

 

“Why don’t you pick it up, Akira?” I cajole softly as I nod towards the black object.

 

He gives me a wary look as if wondering if I’m trying to make fun of him, but seeing nothing in my visage that will tell him otherwise, he nods and gets to his feet slowly. Hmm…he must be sore for he winces a little. Perhaps I was a bit too rough on him. However, that really is of little concern to me as I watch those long legs; still stained with evidence of our coupling, make their way into the kitchen.

 

“Hello? Shindo?”

 

Ah, such sweet temptation.

 

His back is turned to me as he begins to speak softly to the boy at the other end. I am helpless when it comes to him, I have admitted that and this time is no different. I find myself moving closer to him and before I can control myself, my arms envelope his waist from behind as I draw him closer to my heated skin. He gasps and tries to withdraw from my embrace, but I refuse to let him do so as I begin to trail fevered kisses along the graceful arch of his neck.

 

He’s struggling to hold onto the phone as I hear the frantic cries of ‘Touya?!’ at the other end of the line. I snicker and suck harder on my lover’s skin, my hand wandering over and beneath the comfort of his shirt to seek for that hard piece of flesh that demands my attention.

 

“Sen…sei…” he whispers harshly and a bit erratically. “Please…”

 

“Touya?! Is everything alright?!”

 

Let him keep asking, I gloat in delight as I begin to stroke Akira’s cock gently. It’s already throbbing with heat as my fingers wrap themselves around the thick length. He whimpers and cries out softly, his body reluctantly arching into mine as he tries to hold on to his conversation.

 

“Touya?!”

 

“Sensei!” It’s a harsh sob of desperation, helplessness and underlying lust. The boy is just as hot as I am as he’s beginning to thrust into my hand. I almost laugh in pleasure at just how easy it is to get him this way.

 

“Tell him to wait for you,” I whisper thickly into his ear, as my tongue flickers out to trace its tender flesh gently. I cup his swollen balls and rub them gently. The phone promptly slips from his fingers and falls to the floor with a loud clatter as he gives a soft cry of pleasure.

 

Ah well…I guess Shindo will have to wait or listen to me have his precious Akira for I have no plans to pick up the phone either.

 

“Akira…” I moan with a deliberate thrust against his ass to let him know just what I want again. He places his hands against the wall and steadies himself, his breathing just as harsh and as rough as mine.

 

“Fast…” he begs in a tone that’s thick and yet shaky with anticipation. “Please…make it fast, sensei…”

 

I do not need him to tell me that twice, as I release my ready cock to nudge it gently against his now reddened opening. I can still see my cum from our previous rendezvous and knowing that he’s lubricated well enough, I thrust in hard and deep, swallowing his loud cry in a hungry kiss that leaves no room for compromise. I capture his tongue and suck hard on it, my fingers moving, with an expertise that would surprise anyone, on his swelling cock.

 

I can still hear the other boy’s desperate cries and a part of me does feel a bit sorry for doing this to him…but then again…maybe not.

 

Akira’s a quick learner – much to my delight – and I am more than surprised and pleased at the way he moves his hips to grant me the ultimate pleasure within him. With a low grunt, I raise his left leg a bit higher, watching through glazed depths as his hands scramble to hold on to the wall with everything he’s got. Tears of happiness? Pleasure? Pain? I do not know, have begun to slide down his cheeks as I finally find that sensitive spot deep within him. I feel his legs tremble, his cock twitch within my hands and the gradual but increased crescendo of our satisfaction about to be fulfilled. He’s about to come but this time, we are both careful not to give in to our completion with our cries as I am sure Shindo is bound to hear it.

 

He explodes with several quick jerks of his slender body and in mere seconds, I follow suit deep within him. As I fill him with my thick essence, his runs down my wall and to the floor, leaving a wet trail as if to mark its territory.

 

With weak groans, we release each other’s lips and sag limply to the floor, unable to hold ourselves up any longer as we both try to catch our breaths. The phone now gives us a monotonous ring tone. Shindo has obviously given up…or so I think.

 

The sudden loud chime of my doorbell has me glaring angrily towards it. For a moment, I am tempted to let him come in to see me still buried within his precious friend’s ass. Hopefully, that will make him realize that he is stepping into my territory.

 

“Sensei…?”

 

I withdraw with an exasperated sigh (and great reluctance) and motion towards my bedroom. “Go clean yourself up, Akira. I’m sure your clothes must be dry by now.”

 

He doesn’t move for a moment and I, about ready to light up my cigarette, notice his silence. I turn to face him with a raised brow.

 

“What?”

 

He lowers his lashes and clutches the shirt tightly to himself. His features are still flushed from our lovemaking but I can tell that he is even more embarrassed about something else.

 

“Sensei…I…I…”

 

“Hurry up and say it, Akira or your friend is bound to break down my door soon.”

 

He finally lifts his head to stare into mine and now it’s my turn to blush, as the intensity in those piercing green eyes is almost my undoing. “What…what…what does this mean now, sensei?” he asks a bit shyly.

 

I know what he’s talking about, but I pretend not to. “What does what mean now, Akira?”

 

I watch the quick flash of hurt that passes through his expressive depths and I inwardly kill myself a million times over. He lowers his gaze again and mumbles softly.

 

“No…nothing, sensei…”

 

And before I can open up my mouth to say anything in response, he rises quickly to his feet and almost runs into my bedroom. The door is closed with a resounding slam and I groan in dismay.

 

Fuck! Just what I hadn’t wanted to do. He had wanted some sort of words of comfort…something to show that I hadn’t just used him to satisfy my lust. But I am not used to that. I cannot say words of love or comfort that easily and there is no way to make him understand that.

 

Akira…if only…

 

Another loud ring of my doorbell has me rising to my feet with a muffled curse. I reach for a towel to wipe myself down as cleanly as possible. I also make quick work of the mess we had both created in the kitchen and in the living room before running fingers through my hair quickly to gain some semblance of control.

 

“What do you want?” I ask coldly as I eye the panting blond boy before me. He must have run all the way up here – not that I would blame him for doing so.

 

“Tou…Touya,” he says quickly. “Where’s Touya?” He straightens up with a look of distrust and undeniable annoyance within his light green eyes and I reluctantly find myself comparing him to the boy I had just had.

 

Hmmm…would fucking Shindo Hikaru be an enlightening experience as well? I am sure he will be quite different in bed – more feisty perhaps.

 

“Sensei?! Where’s Touya?”

 

I scowl in irritation, suddenly remembering just why this boy did have the ability to grate on my nerves. He is one persistent human.

 

“He’s still getting dressed,” I reply rather vaguely and I almost laugh at how wide his eyes become for a moment as he tries to digest my words. “Why don’t you come in? You are wet as well.”

 

And quite good to look at too, I reluctantly admit. The boy has a thicker sweatshirt on, but it still doesn’t stop it from highlighting the strength within those slender shoulders. He eyes me warily, but agrees to come in with a light bow of respect.

 

“I won’t stay for long,” he says tightly as he eyes my home. “I just came to pick up Touya.”

 

I shrug. “I know.”

 

We remain silent, while regarding each other coolly. I wonder just how much he knows. He must suspect something for he is not as dumb as he might look and act sometimes. Sighing softly, I finally light up the cigarette and take a much-needed drag. He coughs and eyes me balefully. I smile wanly and begin to walk away.

 

“What did you do to Touya?” he suddenly asks and I am dumbfounded by his audacity and the abruptness of his question. Well, the boy does have guts, I’d give him that.

 

“What do you think I did to him?” I reply in as calm a voice as I can manage. My back is turned to him, so he cannot see the amusement and yet irritation on my features.

 

“He…he…” I can literally hear him blush. “He sounded like he was…was…”

 

“He was what?” Oh, but this is fun…in some sick perverted way.

 

“He was…” I am sure he is struggling to find the right words, but someone beat him to the punch.

 

“I was just trying to reach for something on the cabinet shelf, Shindo. It’s okay, Ogata-sensei helped me get it.”

 

We both turn to glance at the boy who had responded so matter-of-factly to us. Akira was now dressed in the clothes he had come in with - the simple blue dress-shirt and a pair of dark pants that molded his young form to a tee. He is not looking at me and I make it a point not to stare at him either…at least not any more. However, I do notice that there is a small smile on his lips as he makes his way towards his friend.

 

Don’t go! A small voice inside my head cries out desperately. I am so much better than he’ll ever be.

 

But hell will freeze over before I ever say that aloud.

 

He is speaking to me, but I barely pay attention. He is thanking me for allowing him to stay for a while. So calm. So cool. So damn collected. How he manages to do this is amazing to me but we are both well trained in our ‘politeness’ and we will only continue to act as if nothing has happened between us.

 

Would I be coming over to their house for a game this weekend? He asks.

 

“Perhaps,” I reply with a careless wave of my hand. “You should go now. The rain has stopped.”

 

They both thank me again, but I do not turn around to really acknowledge their departure. The door clicks shut behind them and I find myself walking towards the window to watch. The rain has let up a little to become a light drizzle and as I watch, I see them make their way out of the building and towards the train station.

 

Stupid, I curse myself softly as I notice him laughing at something Shindo must have said. There is an odd and empty feeling in my chest – one that has me assuming that perhaps I had inhaled too quickly and that the smoke had gone down the wrong way.

 

But I know better.

 

I am already missing him and I want nothing more than to run after him and to pull him back into my arms right where he belongs. Hn, I wonder when I have gotten so mushy over the boy. If anything, I regret not saying what he had wanted to hear back then as I now doubt that there is any chance of us being together again. I will have to relive this night in my memories for many days, months or even years to come.

 

How pitiable.

 

With a heavy sigh, I fall back into my computer chair and reach for my mouse. Perhaps I can play one more game of Go with an anonymous face. It would help to ease the ache within me for the meantime. But for a long time, I find myself staring at the screen, the entire evening itself seeming more like another fantasy with each ticking of the clock.

 

But no, I can still smell him on my skin…his scent still lingers in my lonely apartment and for that I can be grateful.

 

It’s only wishful thinking but maybe…just maybe he will have a change of heart and come back to me.

 

Fat chance. I laugh softly and eye my new opponent with a wry grin.

 

If only things were that simple…

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Owari~ …For now…

 

 

Additional Notes: Since the story is written from Ogata’s POV. We can only see Shindo’s reaction from his eyes. So if Shindo and Akira get into an argument or something, we’ll have to learn it from Akira himself…or Shindo…if this story continues.

Either way, I am really finding myself loving the Ogata/Akira chemistry and I’m happy that some of you do like the pairing as well…even though we’ll always be die hard Aki/Hika and vice versa fans. *lol *