Together Itsumo NC-17

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When Chiaki was sad or lonely, he didn’t talk to people. If he was nervous about a test or stressed over a project, he kept it to himself and hoped no one would find out. It wasn’t like he couldn’t tell anyone about what was happening, he just didn’t want to. The boy was a proud person who relied on one. While most boys his age still needed their mothers to wash their clothes or pack their lunches, Chiaki had learned to do these things for himself. It wasn’t necessary since he had servants to do these things, but he did them anyway. It was sort of Chiaki’s way of proving to everyone that he was an independent person and not some spoiled rich kid. If there was one thing Chiaki hated, it was when people thought he was a child. Sometimes they thought he was a middle school student instead of a tenth grader, which pissed him off considerably. Then again, lots of things pissed off the boy. Standing at 5”4, Chiaki wasn’t a very tall person. He was very small and scrawny, which was something Chiaki hated with passion. The boy had never liked the way he looked. He knew he was much too small and much too skinny to look like a threat. Of course, underestimating Chiaki was never good. He may have been the smallest person in his class, but he was no pushover. If someone pissed him off, he’d kick their ass. The boy adjusted the glasses on his face and sighed a little.

He didn’t really need the things and they made him look geeky, but it kept people from staring at his eyes for too long. It would have been easier to get contacts, but they had hurt his eyes. The huge owl glasses were sometimes annoying, but he didn’t mind them as much as he had before. He’d had them for a while and though the lenses were actually made of glass, they looked real anyway. Though most people didn’t realize this, Chiaki was very self conscious about his appearance. He disliked people knowing he didn’t like the way he looked and was always trying to keep everyone from staring. Today, he had worn his usual glasses as well as a hoodie. Of course, he had kept the hood and hadn’t given people a chance to stare at his hair. With ruby red eyes and silvery white hair, Chiaki was used to getting more than a few stares. It didn’t help that he was pale and small. The dark clothing he was wearing wasn’t helping and Chiaki cursed himself for choosing today to wear all black. Dark colors always made him seen paler. His black T-shirt, hoodie, and pants weren’t helping. Even his heavy boots were black. His skin color stood out more and people wondered who the pale boy was. Chiaki tended to walk with his head down so people wouldn’t notice him, which they usually didn’t.

Everything about the boy made it obvious he wasn’t a social person. From the way he kept his head down to the way he never talked, Chiaki was indeed anti-social. This is why the boy wondered what had made him go into one of the busiest clubs in the city. Oh wait, now he remembered. His bothers had made him come to the club and he hadn’t had a choice. Their parents weren’t home today and his brothers had wanted to go out. They’d forced Chiaki to come along to keep an eye on him and make sure the boy didn’t rat them out. Chiaki’s two older brothers were Yukito and Hiro. Though they were older, both were not twenty-one or old enough to be here. Unfortunately, that didn’t stop the two from getting what they wanted. They had bribed the man at the entrance into getting in and used fake IDs. Chiaki hadn’t seen either of them for an hour, but all three had their cell phones, so getting in touch with each other wouldn’t be hard. The young boy had found that the quietest spot was at the end of the bar. He had sat on a stool and rested his head on the counter. Chiaki didn’t drink period, so he hadn’t bothered ordering anything.

He was angry his bothers had forced him to come here and wished he were home. The boy had never been fond of loud places and this club was as loud as it got. Chiaki felt a headache forming and he wondered how much longer he’d be stuck here. Places like this weren’t fun for him and he’d rather be at home reading or watching a movie by himself. People stared at him and Chiaki didn’t like it one bit. He moved as far into the shadows as he could and kept his hood on. He supposed that in this case, his age was a major factor in why people were starting. He was only fifteen and you had to be at least twenty-one to get in. His bothers were eighteen and seventeen, so they could pass off as twenty-one when they were dressed a certain way. Chiaki didn’t even look fifteen, so there was no way he could pass off as twenty-one. His only chance of being left alone was to look as invisible as possible and hope everyone ignored him. Still, he couldn’t help but wish he were anywhere but here.

[~Devon~]

Devon wiped the sweat from his forehead and mixed up another drink, sliding it down the bar to the next customer. Someone reached over and slipped a bill into his shirt, tucking it down farther than necessary. The nineteen year old quelled the urge to bite them and ran sweaty palms over his leather clad thighs. There hadn't been any food in the house today and he needed to go shopping as soon as his shift was over. He'd tried dumping the bartending job and that hadn't worked. So here he was, sweating buckets in the loudest club on the strip, getting oogled and felt up by people he'd care not to know, all to bring home some money to his mother. Well, his father to somebody else, but the man had been his mother for as long as he could remember. There was no reason to try and be normal.

Ignoring the growl of his empty stomach Devon pushed back dark hair. His boss popped up from the back room, a box of alcohol bottles in hand. "Take a break kiddo," he yelled over the din of the music and Devon finished sloshing alcohol into a glass, passing it away to an eagar hand before pulling off his apron and slipping the numerous bills out of his shirt and the waistband of his leather jeans. He stepped out from behind the counter, glancing aroud wearily at the patrons. The club was packed tonight, completely over run with warm sweaty bodies filled on alcohol and he squeezed through the crowd, heading towards the back door to get some air and calm the pounding in his skull. His 5 foot 9 frame made it quite easy and he was turning the handle when someone crashed into him, sending him flying into a warm, soft weight at the end of the bar. "Hell," he cursed in japanese and righted himself, hands on either side of the peron he had landed on. "I'm sorry mate," he shook his head and strained his eyes through the dark to catch sight of the boys face in the flashing club lights. His breath caught and he moved back a bit. The boy couldn't be more than fourteen...fifteen? He looked to innocent to be in such a club. Devon wondered who the heck would bring their son or little brother to a racy bar like this one, especially on a school night!

"Are you alright," he asked softly, rubbing at the spot where the boys arm had dug into the bar edge.

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It wasn’t every day someone crashed into Chiaki. People left him alone if he was quiet enough, but this person had just crash into him. The boy adjusted his glasses and gave a shrug. He wanted as little contact with other people as possible. This guy was certainly going to make fun of him or something because of his looks. He didn’t like being made fun of at all, so he lowered his gaze towards the ground. It wasn’t like he wanted to be here or anything, so why did people have to annoy him? The boy began to get nervous. He knew this person wasn’t going to just go away. It was just one of those things he could feel. The man was a kind person and kind people usually liked to meddle in things. It wasn’t like he’d get in trouble or anything, but he didn’t want a fuss to be made. When people made a fuss over him, they stared at him and things like that. The boy hoped the fact that there wasn’t much light in the club would keep people from noticing him. It looked like no one had noticed the other crashing into him, which was a good thing. If they had been looking at the other, they would have looked at him too. Chiaki wished now more than ever that his brothers would come back. He was starting to panic and look scared, which he was. He hadn’t wanted attention of any kind, so this was making him quite uncomfortable.

“I need to go now Mister…” he said softly.

Chiaki wasn’t used to yelling unless he was angry and when he was angry, it wasn’t pretty. He was used to speaking softly, which wasn’t the best way to go in a noisy club. But Chiaki had never been in a club before. This was the first time he’d been to one and from what he could see, it was just a place for people to get drunk and make fools of themselves. If he never came back, then he’d be happy. This was the type of place Chiaki never imagined he’d find himself in. At first, people had come over and bugged him, but they had learned not to do so unless they wanted to get snapped at. Chiaki had no problem snapping rude comments at people that wouldn’t leave him alone. Of course, they had gotten angry, but he didn’t care. It wasn’t his problem that the people were annoying. In fact, he’d do it again because they had annoyed him that much. The boy hoped this man wouldn’t be as annoying as those people because if he was, he’d have to tell him off for being a nuisance.

“Back off!” The boy exclaimed after a bit. “You’re really invading my personal space! Back up!”

He didn’t like the way this person was touching him for too long and he wanted some space. It wasn’t like he was afraid of being touched or that he was claustrophobic, he just didn’t like the way some stranger had gotten to close. Chiaki wasn’t an affectionate person and it wasn’t comfortable to be around someone else like this. In fact, he wanted to run now. He was already searching for escapes. He didn’t want to be around this man anymore. The guy gave him an odd feeling he couldn’t place. It was weird, but he felt something when he was around this man, so he wanted to run away. That was what he always did, run away. As fast as he could, he’d always run away and never look back. Right now, he wasn’t sure if he could get away, though.

[~Devon~]

Devon watched the boy squirm, his eyes darting everywhere but at him. He didn't catch the first request but did remove his hand when the boy shrugged him off. He willed himself to go, move, get out of the club like his original plan. One look at the other trying to shrink into the stool and he knew he couldn't just leave him there to be taken as a piece of meat by the drunkards dancing at his back. Again someone nudged him forward but he managed to keep his balance. The boy looked scared and the last thing he wanted to do was have him careening through the club and getting into trouble.

He was startled from his thoughts by the boy screaming at him for getting close. He couldn't help it, there were just too many people and a feeling...a wierd feeling in the pit of his stomache. He chalked it up to himself getting sick and hissed when the boy barelled past him, heading for the back of the club. There was nothing back there but trouble, Devon knew it, and he twirled on his foot, racing after the kid. He'd have to get him out of here without incident before his boss noticed the underage boy in the first place. He caught a flash of the boys hoodie in the bright lights and squeezed in between a couple, brushing off their arms. Finally he caught hold of an arm and hauled the boy up, keeping a tight hold on his waist. "Moron! You don't want to go back there, believe me. If you need out i'll get you out just...stop squirming!" He demanded and with the boy in tow headed back towards the bar. He threw open the back door and pushed the boy out ahead of him into the quiet of the night.

"What in heavens name is someone like you doing in a club," he scolded and sat on the back step to count his money. He pulled at his tight pants and made sure his shirt covered his back before biting his lip ring. He could care less if the kid left now. He just didn't want to expose the innocent boy to even more tainting behavior. Whoever had brought him was an idiot and had alot to answer for.

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Damn. The guy was following him and Chiaki didn’t like it. He had walked faster in hopes of losing him, but he had short legs…which was unfair. It was hard to get away when the crowd kept pushing you. Chiaki had never been very tall and people didn’t notice him as he walked past them. Getting through crowds was much harder when you were small. This place wasn’t very safe, but it wasn’t like he’d come here willingly. It wasn’t his fault his brothers liked to party and were irresponsible dumbasses. They’d only been in this country for a week and the two had hit almost every club they could find. Their last home had been in America, but they had moved from there because of his father’s work. Chiaki was originally from Kyoto, Japan. After living there for a few years, he’d moved. His father owned a company and was always moving around a lot. They didn’t stay in a place for very long and Chiaki had gotten used to it after a while. Still, he hadn’t gotten used to living here and didn’t like to go out much. People always gave him funny looks, mostly because his hair was silvery white and his eyes were ruby red. It was an odd combination that most people had never seen before. Sometimes they assumed it was dye and contacts, but it was natural. If he couldn’t, he’d change it, but his eyes got itchy with contacts and he wasn’t allowed to dye his hair.

All of a sudden, he felt someone grab him. As soon as the other person touched him, he started to squirm and then trash. It was scary to think someone had come up behind him without him noticing and was trying to kidnap him. He had to be careful because his father had lots of enemies and they’d hurt him if they got the chance. Of course, when he heard the other’s voice, he grew angry and lots his fear. That guy had found him and was treating him like a child. Dammit! He was no child! He could handle this on his own and he didn’t need this man’s help. The guy was just some annoying moron that felt the need to help everyone. Chiaki hated people that liked to meddle in things because they thought they knew what was right. He wondered why the man had taken him outside. At least it was quieter… But he wouldn’t be able to find his brothers this way. Who did this guy think he was anyway?! It wasn’t his place to tell him what to do!

“What makes you think you have the right to carry me around like that?!” Snapped the boy, his shyness and calm personality forgotten. “Don’t touch me! I don’t remember telling you that you could touch me! What do you mean someone like me? I can go to a club if I want to! You’re not my mother! And keep your hands to yourself baka no hentai!”

He didn’t like that the other was manhandling him or that he had touched him. In fact, he didn’t like the situation period. The man’s touch made him feel odd and he wasn’t sure whether that was a good thing or not. It was weird being touched by someone else. The guy didn’t know anything about him. Hell, the guy hadn’t even properly seen his face. What right did he have to tell him what to do? This man was annoying him. He didn’t know what the deal with the guy was, but he didn’t like it at all. It was odd to have someone act like this around him. The guy looked so concerned and it was nagging at the back of Chiaki’s mind. He had never had someone care about him before.

((Baka no hentai – Stupid pervert.))

[~Devon~]

"Baka no hentai eh?" he raised a brow and went back to counting before standing and shoving his money in his back pocket. It wasn't much but it was enough to buy food on the way home. That was if he didn't have anyone bother him while he walked the streets. Back in Japan people hadn't bothered coming up to him and trying to feel him up. It seemed the people here in Austalia were more outgoing, or maybe it was the fact that he had gotten his numerous piercings and started wearing tighter clothes to aide in his job.

"I know i'm not your mother," he retorted coldly, leaning back against the door to stare into mesmerizing red eyes, " but someone obviously isn't taking care of you. You're what, fourteen? You shouldn't be in this kind of club on a school night. I don't care what you say, you are an ijirashii kodomo*. Now, you can go back in there and be miserable in the corner while you wait for whatever idiot brought you here, or I could help you find them. Either way I have ten minutes before I end my shift. I can spend it getting groceries for home or helping you, you choose," he picked at the loops in his left ear and sighed. He really hadn't expected to have this distraction tonight. The boys arguing made his headache even worse. He wanted to get these clothes off and relax in a nice warm bath. That was if the company hadn't shut the water off. A frown found its way onto his face as he wondered if his mother had payed the electricity and water bills. If not he'd have to find another job to make up for it so they wouldn't get behind.

((ijirashii kodomo=innocent child))

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“Damn right you’re not my mother and I don’t need anyone to watch out for me because I can take care of myself!” Growled the boy. “I’m fifteen you jerk! Fifteen! And so what if I have school tomorrow? What’s it to you? Who are you calling a child?! Who are you calling innocent?! I am not you dumbass! I don’t need your help in anything! What makes you think I need you to do anything for me?! I never asked for your help and I certainly don’t need it.”

This guy was just plain annoying. Chiaki didn’t like the way he was being spoken to. What was pissing him off more than anything else was that this person was treating him like a child. Chiaki knew he wasn’t a child. He was old enough to understand lots of things and didn’t need anyone’s help. He had never asked this person to come over or to drag him outside. He hadn’t asked for many things in life, but he’d gotten them anyway. This was all so stupid. He had just wanted to be left alone, nothing more. Why hadn’t this person just left him at the bar and ignored him? Everyone else had gotten good at ignoring him, so why hadn’t this person done so too? Everyone wasn’t going his way. His life wasn’t going the way he had wanted it to. Why did things have to be so messed up? Chiaki slumped to the ground. He couldn’t help it, he cried. Everyone wasn’t okay and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t fix everything. So here he was, sitting on a dirty floor and crying his eyes out.

He shook his head a little in attempts of getting rid of his tears, but all he did was shake his hood off. He didn’t even have the energy to put it back on or care that the other was getting a good look at him. His glasses were still in place, though and he was grateful for them. His eyes looked less puffy with them on. He didn’t want anyone to ask if he had cried or not. It was embarrassing to know someone knew he had cried. It made him feel weak when he cried. He had been trying so hard to be strong and mature, but he wasn’t any of those things. He did feel like a child right now. Even though he knew the other was watching him, he couldn’t stop crying. Chiaki had never liked crying in front of someone else, but he sometimes couldn’t help it. He took his glasses off and threw them at the other. It had been the only thing he had to throw and he wanted the other to stop staring.

“You stupid jerk!” Yelled the boy.

He got up and started running away from the other. Chiaki wasn’t the fastest boy, but he was upset and that helped a lot. He couldn’t help it that he was crying and he didn’t want the other to keep watching. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know his way around or that he was going to get lost. Chiaki just wanted to go somewhere quiet where he could be all alone. Everything was hurting. It was like this a lot. Chiaki cried quite a bit, though he usually did it when he was alone and not in front of a guy that liked to pick on him. He was sick of having people try to mess with him or tease him. Things like that weren’t funny at all and he didn’t like being harassed this way. Why couldn’t they see he was all alone and hurting? Why did they all have to make things worse? Why had that guy turned out to be such a jerk? He had thought… No, he hadn’t thought anything. The guy was just a jerk… It wasn’t like he was disappointed about this or anything. He just… Chiaki shook his head again to keep those toughs from entering his mind and kept up his pace.

[~Devon~]

"H..hey! Hey!" Devon watched the boy go in surprise, his limbs frozen before he remembered the glasses that had fallen somewhere near his feet. When the boy had started crying it made him feel bad-worse than bad-it made him feel like a stupid scumy jerk. The other was so adorable and he had beautiful whitish-silverish hair. It looked so soft and there was something inside of him nagging at him. It told him not to lose the boy no matter what. Letting out a frustrated curse he searched in the dark for the glasses, scooped them up and took off after the boy. It didn't help that he had no idea where he was at-he didn't know these streets at all. Nor that he was supposed to be back inside clocking out before leaving.

The boy had started to cry and Devon had wanted nothing more than to gather him up and make the tears stop. He looked so helpless and hurt . But now he had run away. Where was he going?!? He could see the flash of beautiful hair up ahead somewhere, disappearing around a corner. He followed and stumbled over a garbage can, knocking his knee painfully against the metal. "Hey you! Listen! Come back here, I don't have time for this!" His voice rang clearly through the night and he was finally gaining some ground when some drunkard stumbled out of the darkness of an alley way and careened into him. He went down with a shout, rolling into the middle of the road, the boys glasses clutched tightly to his chest. There was a squeal of tires and Devon glanced over his throbbing shoulder, his dark eyes wide as a delivery truck sped towards him. There was nowhere to go, no way to get up fast enough. He turned his face to the shouting of people on the sidewalk and as the truck slipped over him shifted.

He'd only ever done the shifting willingly whenever he was in trouble with his mother or one of the gangs near home. Now he had to do it to avoid being smashed into the pavement. He lay there, a quivering ball of fur long after the truck screeched to a stop above him, it's engines humming above his head. Letting out a sigh he shifted back, pulling his pants on quickly to avoid any embarassment. Burly arms reached under and pulled him out, a man yelling in his face about being in the middle of the road. He could only tremble, face pale, as he looked for the boy. He still needed to give him his glasses, damn it!

((Wow ^w^ that was unexpected))

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The streets were packed with people now. This wasn’t the best part of town to be in at night and all alone, but Chiaki wasn’t worried. It wasn’t until he realized he didn’t know how to get back to the club that he was worried. The people didn’t even stop to help him and just looked at him oddly. He then realized it hadn’t been a good idea to throw his glasses at the other. Oh well. He could get new ones easily and it wasn’t like he actually needed the glasses. They didn’t even have real lenses, just glass. But he didn’t recognize these street names or any of the people, though it was natural since he didn’t know many people. When he’d heard the other’s voice, his eyes had widened and he had started running even faster. The guy was going to yell at him for sure. It seemed everyone yelled at him and even that stranger did too. Even though the guy didn’t know him, he yelled at him the same way others did. He had hurt Chiaki’s feelings and it hadn’t been very fun at all. He didn’t understand why the other had upset him so much. Perhaps it was because he had wanted that person to like him. He didn’t know why he had wanted the other to like him since the man was a stranger, but he had. It had come off as a huge disappointment that the other had turned out to be an asshole or that the guy didn’t like him. It shouldn’t have, but it hurt. It was something he didn’t understand.

Chiaki cried out as he tripped and fell to the ground. He was in an ally now, which wasn’t the safest place to be in. His knee was cut and he was crying some more. He knew he was stronger than this, but couldn’t help but keep crying. He knew he probably looked like crap right now. His hair was a mess from being in the hood all day and his eyes were puffy and redder than usual. His clothes were a bit dirty now and his pants were torn where he’d hurt his knee. The boy rubbed his eyes and wondered how he was getting home. He had his cell phone, but he knew his brother’s wouldn’t turn it on until they were ready to leave. It kept Chiaki from nagging them, or so they said. Today really sucked. He heard screeching tires and decided to stay put in case there was an accident. He was a little far from where that had happened, but close enough to hear the loud tires. Crowds bothered him a little and people tended to crowd around accidents, though Chiaki had no clue as to why.

Right now, he was trembling as he cried. He felt awful for some reason and like he’d throw up. It was probably because he had been running so fast and he felt like he was having a bad day. The boy clenched his fists together and felt blood run from his fists to the ground. His nails were digging into his palms and he was bleeding now. Even though it hurt a lot and he was bleeding, he didn’t stop anyway. He wanted to go home now, though he was sure no one would notice if he wasn’t home. His parents were off on a business trip and they were not coming home today. His brother’s probably wouldn’t remember they had to take him home because they’d be wasted. He was stuck here because there was no one coming for him. He was really all alone.

[~Devon~]

Devon managed to get away from the truck driver and wandered down the street a bit. It hadn't occured to him that he'd almost died, had come so close to losing his life. He was almost unnaturally preoccupied with finding the boy. He glanced with unseeing eyes around the crowded street, to people watching him. At one point an on scene paremedic came to ask him if he was alright and he nodded. The only thing wrong was his lack of a shirt and the large scrape across his shoulder and upper arm. The blood contrasted with his pale skin and he wandered towards an alley, wanting to disappear into the darkness. He didn't know where he was and he was in shock.

He heard sniffling and caught sight of a dark, shivering lump and the silver hair. "God, there you are," he fell to his knees beside the boy and tried to stop his hands from shaking as he held out the glasses. "I'm sorry if they're cracked. I tried to keep them away from the tires of the truck," he ground out and turned his face away. He was tired-exhausted almost, and had almost been flattened to the ground. He felt like he was going to be very sick and had to clench his jaw to keep from yelling at the boy-it wouldn't make the situation any better. It seemed both of them had gotten off on the wrong foot and he wasn't sure where to go from here. He hissed at his shoulder, at the blood mingling with sweat on his skin. The coppery smell seemed to overload his senses and for some reason he knew he wasn't the only one hurt. "Are you...are you okay? Some crazy loon didn't push you into the middle of the street too did they," he asked quietly, blocking out the sounds of the crowd outside of their dark sanctuary. He bit his lip ring sighed.

"Please stop crying, i'm sorry I was a jerk back there. I just have a headache. There was no reason to call you a child or make you feel like one. I'm barely older than you and it was wrong. Just...I don't want you to get hurt alright, so no more running." he leaned his back against the wall and watched the boy, willing the other to look at him. Was it wrong that he wanted to pull the boy into his arms and make those tears go away and never return. He didn't understand it-just like he didn't understand his shifting. He was drawn to the tiny boy and it scared him, scared him like nothing ever had. He had just chased him half way across town for heavens sakes. And almost died in the process. How could someone have that much pull over him?

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When he’d heard the other come into the ally, he had been scared at first. He had thought it was someone that wanted to hurt him or something, but he hadn’t been able to move. He was scared and lost, so he hadn’t done anything. There were bad people around here like everyone else and he had been worried it was someone that wanted to do something bad to him. When he looked up, he saw the same man from before there. The guy had his glasses and was holding them out to him. Had this guy been the one in the accident? Chiaki felt bad. He had caused the other so much trouble and had even gotten the other hurt. The guy looked worse than he did and Chiaki could feel guilt in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t meant to cause this person so much pain. In fact, he hadn’t meant to do any of this. He didn’t know why he was still crying or why he had run away. Because of him, this man had almost died. The guy was brushing it off as nothing, but Chiaki knew it was something. The man was hurt and it wasn’t helping that he looked terrible. Chiaki wasn’t sure what to do. Helping the other was the obvious answer, but he didn’t know how or if he wanted to be around the other anymore. The man made him feel weird and he wasn’t sure whether what he was feeling was real or something the other was purposely making him feel. There was blood too. Chiaki could see blood and knew he had do something.

“I-I’m not crying!” Insisted the boy, though he clearly had tears falling down his face. “I can do what I want… Don’t tell me what to do!”

It wasn’t easy to stop crying and Chiaki didn’t know how. He too the glasses from the other and looked down at them. They were a part of his disguise. His fake appearance. They weren’t the real him. He didn’t want to play pretend with this person. He didn’t want to create a new web of lies. It was so easy to fool people, yet not with this person. Since the beginning, he hadn’t pretended. Even though it would have been easy to be that naïve child everyone though he was, he hadn’t pretended. It was easier when they thought he had no idea he was being treated badly. The boy let the glasses drop from his grip. The glass shattered on the ground and the frames snapped. He’d had them for a while, but he didn’t want them anymore. He leaned forward and wrapped his arms around the other. They fell to the ground with Chiaki on top of the other. This wasn’t something Chiaki had wanted to do. It had been out of pure impulse and nothing more. Still, it made Chiaki wonder who this person really was. The man was making him act so oddly and he wasn’t sure what he should do.

It felt nice in the other’s arms. Even though this person was covered in blood and sweat, he liked touching him anyway. Things felt safer this way. He hadn’t felt safe in a long time and he liked feeling this way. It was completely irrational to feel safe in the arms of a stranger, but he couldn’t help himself. He wanted to feel more of this person. He wanted to know everything about him and have this person protect him. He didn’t care what he had to give up; he had to know more about this person. Chiaki lifted his head a little to look at the other. There were still some tears falling down his face, but he didn’t care. He knew he had to say something, but the words weren’t coming out at all. In fact, he could do nothing more than look at the older boy. It was odd, yet he knew that if he wasn’t in this person’s arms, he’d cry even more.

[~Devon~]

Devon grimaced when the boy insisted he wasn't crying. Even with those tears falling down his pale cheeks, staining his face. He looked adorable and touseled and it took everything in him not to touch. The boy took his glasses and stared at them awhile before dropping them-letting them shatter. He bit the inside of his cheek. If he had known the boy was going to get rid of them he wouldn't have chased him down. But then again, there was something else there so it was better to have an excuse.

When the boy wrapped him in a hug he lost his balance on the balls of his feet and fell back, arms circling a thin waist to keep the boy from hitting the ground. His throat closed up and he watched with wide red eyes as the boy raised his head. Crystalline tears still spilled from his beautiful eyes and before Devon knew what he was doing he reached up, brushing them away with the pad of his thumb. "You're too adorable to cry," he whispered. He felt warm and comfortable cradling the boy against him and wondered why. He'd never been showed love before-ever. His mother cared for him, yes, but his home was a broken one. They hardly ever saw eachother anymore and there was no one to care for him. So what was he feeling right now? What right did this tiny boy have in coming into his life just to tilt it off kilter? He was so confused that he brushed silver hair away from the boys face, smiling gently. "Hi, my name's Devon. I believe we got off on the wrong foot." It was awkward introducing himself while laying on the cold ground, covered in his own blood and sweat, craving a warm bath but he wasn't about to complain. He wasn't moving as long as that warm body fit so deliciously in his arms.

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Chiaki found that he liked having the other’s arms around his waist. It felt nice and he couldn’t help but snuggle into the other. The man was warm and he had stopped yelling at him. The guy even wiped away his tears. Chiaki didn’t feel like crying anymore and his tears slowly ceased. It was odd to be this close to another person and he wondered why this person meant so much to him. Somehow, he could feel that the other cared about him. It made him want to smile, so he did. He gave the other a smile. It wasn’t often that Chiaki smiled at people and truly meant it. Those kinds of smiles were rare, but he wanted to smile like this more often, especially around this person. The guy was actually nice, which was a big relief to Chiaki for some reason. He wasn’t sure why he cared whether this man was mean or not. The boy shifted in his position so that he was straddling the other instead of lying on top of him. The boy continued to smile and reached out to touch the other’s bare chest. He traced the muscles in the other’s body and looked at the other with fascination. His small hands seemed to enjoy touching the other. It wasn’t like he had done something like this before with someone and he really had no clue what he was doing. It just seemed like his hands wanted to know what the other felt like.

“I’m Chiaki,” he said while still smiling innocently. “Ne, am I really adorable? It’s a very nice thing for you to say Devon. I think I like you now. You’re not being mean anymore.”

The boy seemed more fascinated with touching the other than anything else. Chiaki looked very innocent when he smiled. In reality, he really was innocent, but that didn’t mean he didn’t have a temper or that he was perfect either. He wasn’t as dumb or naive as he let on. He was innocent and naïve, but not to the extent he let people think he was. Chiaki liked to fool people. It was just something he was good at, lying. But with Devon, he could be himself and didn’t have to pretend to be something he wasn’t. That’s why he liked the guy. Even though he hadn’t known him for very long, he liked him anyway. He supposed Devon wasn’t a bad person. He rather liked the guy now. Still, he wondered why he felt so odd. There was a feeling deep in inside that he couldn’t understand. There was something about the other that drew him to the man and Chiaki wanted to know what it was.

“Devon… There’s a weird feeling inside me…” whispered the boy as he closed his eyes. “What do I do? It’s not stopping… I think it’s you Devon. You make me feel weird. In my chest… It feels so weird…”

There was a feeling deep in his heart that wouldn’t go away. It was something he’d never felt before and it was odd. He wanted to make it stop or to understand what it was. It was making him hurt a little. He needed Devon to make it stop hurting inside… At least…he though it was hurting. It was hard to understand exactly what it was he was feeling. But if he was as close as possible to the other, he knew it’d stop hurting. So Chiaki leaned towards the other and rubbed his cheek against the other’s. He was right. Devon really did feel nice.

[~Devon~]

Devon rubbed circles on that beautiful pale skin until the tears stopped, all the while keeping his gaze on the boy. He couldn't even hear the din from the street anymore. It was just him and....Chiaki here, in the darkness of the lonely alley. He reveled in the pain from his injured arm as much as the pleasure of holding the dark clad body. Devon watched ruby eyes that were lighter than his own crimson but were so much alike. He smiled at the boys admission. He really didn't want to come off as mean to the little angel and wanted to see him smile more often, from everything. His heart was beating much too fast. Of course, it wasn't helped by the boy suddenly moving to straddle him nor the hands rubbing at the muscles of his exposed chest. If he didn't know better, if he couldn't tell how innocent the boy was he would think the little one was seducing him. However, just because he enjoyed the company of guys didn't mean the beautiful little Chiaki did. He'd have to remember that-if he could even remember his name by the time the hands were done with him.

"I...um...yes, you're very adorable," he clenched his jaw. The kid was reading his mind. How did he explain that he was feeling that same when he shouldn't be? That his chest was radiating with a warm kind of stinging feeling that centered around his racing heart. It was beating against his ribs and he swore if he didn't calm himself it was going to break loose. When the boy leaned down color streaked over his face and he moved a bit, still unwilling to get up. He gasped at the softness of the others cheek rubbing his and closed his eyes, letting out his breath on a moan. "Chiaki...." he warned, arms tightening around the thin waist, " I don't know how to make it stop," he whispered through his own agony. "I feel it....it feels like i'm about to...like you're..." he couldn't explain it. Instead he turned his face and buried his nose in the silver hair he had been admiring. He had been right, it was as soft as angel feathers and he couldn't resist touching it, his hand coming up and tangling in the silverish locks.

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Chiaki could feel the other’s heart beating so fast and was glad. His own heart was pounding in his chest too. Chiaki had never had a real friend before. He’d been the type of boy that was alone and never cared much for being sociable. It wasn’t like making friends was at the top of his ‘To Do’ list. Still, he felt the need to be close to this person. Even though he had never met him before and the man was a stranger, he liked him anyway. The other was a good person at heart and it made Chiaki happy to know the other wasn’t going to be mean to him anymore. Chiaki liked the way the other was nice to him. Not many people had been nice to him before, so he was Devon liked him. It felt nice having someone that cared about him. He liked knowing that there was someone that would miss him if he died. The boy couldn’t help but feel happy knowing Devon thought he was adorable. Most people would call him odd looking or something like that. Chiaki had learned to hide the way he looked because his appearance was ugly. Devon wasn’t like that. The man liked the way he looked and that made Chiaki smile even more brightly. It had never mattered before what others thought of him, but he couldn’t help but be glad the other liked him. Chiaki wasn’t sure what he would have done if Devon had told him he hated him. Maybe he would have cried again, or done something more.

“It’s okay,” assured the boy. “I can’t make these feeling stop either. My heart is beating so fast and it feels so warm. It’s so weird…so very weird… It gets worse when I touch you Devon…but it also feels nice…so…then… I want to feel more Devon. I want to feel more of you Devon…but it…”

The other was holding him so tenderly, but Chiaki wasn’t sure what to do. Even though he liked touching the other, he wasn’t sure if he should stop or not. When he felt Devon close to him, that feeling of loneliness faded and the hole in his heart seemed to be filled. At the same time, though, it felt like his body was getting warmer and warmer. His heart was beating rapidly and his cheeks felt flushed. It was an odd thing to feel and Chiaki knew this wasn’t where things would stop. When the other touched his hair, it felt so nice. He had never liked his hair before, but he could live with it now that he knew Devon liked it. It made no sense, but that’s just how he felt. Devon’s opinion had become very important to him now. He wanted the other to care about him more than anyone else. He wanted this man’s attention and he wasn’t sure how to get it. It seemed that touching him made the other look at him and he always wanted this person to look at him. So Chiaki decided that if the other liked it when he touched him, he would.

Chiaki brushed his lips against the other’s neck. It was a kiss, but his soft lips touched the other’s skin softly. Soon, the lips began to press down harder on the other’s skin and Chiaki began to kiss the other’s neck. It felt nice to do this and even though Chiaki wasn’t sure what he was doing, he didn’t want to stop. He didn’t want Devon to stop looking at him and wanted the other’s attention. He saw this as the best way to get the other’s eyes on him. So the boy continued to do this and couldn’t help but continue smiling. Even though his body felt weird and he was a little scared of his feelings, he felt happy. He hadn’t felt this way before, but he was happy. Chiaki was grateful that this person had made him happy because he had thought he’d never be able to feel this way. So the boy continued to kiss the other and let his lips travel to the other’s chest. He just hoped Devon didn’t hate him. All he wanted, though, was for this person to continue looking at him. Even if Devon got angry, all he wanted was to be looked at by this person.