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Yaoi- Short Story. 18+


Me Ke Aloha
By: DivineDarkness

The air was cool on Mihaly's face, the sprinkles of rain drops sprayed along his cheeks made him let out a grunt as he closed his eyes from another onslaught of water coming towards his eyes. He quickly fumbled along the busy, New York street in a clumsy walk, having not gotten used to the crowded streets of the city.  He was sure that the Library was around here somewhere though it shouldn't be that hard to find considering it's size. It was this damn rain that was the problem.

He pressed the slim, brown case harder closer to his chest, covering it with his jacket as a makeshift barrier. His urgency turning to panic as he felt a stray raindrop brush his knuckles. He started to curse, but his eyes caught sight of the large stone lions that revealed the entrance to the Library.

Considering the size of the building he felt slightly stupid to not have seen it until now. He could only hope that it was still open. The gleam of lights from the building gave him a small sliver of hope.

He gripped the metal of the handle urgently and was pleased to see it opened easily. He quickly shuffled inside before his luck changed. Mihaly lifted a hand and brushed the hood of his jacket from his head, shaking out his thick mane of black hair. After glancing around the library, he quickly went to the back to take a seat at one of the unoccupied tables.

He placed the case that he had been protecting so dearly on the table and was pleased to see it hadn't gotten that wet at all, which meant the goods inside were probably in good condition. After taking off his jacket, shivering at how it stuck to him.. The air-conditioner had to have been roaring at full power. Why did libraries always have to be so chilly?

"Excuse me, sir?"

The voice was soft and sounded nothing more then the cooing of a bird. Turning around, he didn't know why he was so surprised to see that it wasn't. A librarian - he came to this conclusion from the badge that was dangling from around the man's neck - watched him with solemn blue eyes. The young man cradled four large books against his chest; his lips were set in a soft, yet firm, line as he watched Mihaly.

"If you are here to check out books or turn them in, you should do so quickly. We will be closing in twenty minutes," he informed Mihaly, sounding like he had read this from a script a thousand times over but the charming accent that brushed the words made Mihaly's smile.

He wonder where the accent came from? Mihaly smiled at the pale, young man, it being a handsome smiled that stretched far enough to reveal his rows of perfect white teeth. "Sorry, I just needed to find some shelter for a few minutes." As he said this, he gazed down at the case on the table; warm, brown eyes showing their fondness of the object underneath his fingertips.

The librarian's eyebrows lifted high in slim red arches as he took in the man's features. Mihaly leaned back against the hard frame of the wooden chair and smiled up at him, having noticed the librarian looking intently at the case, "...Do you...want to see it?"

The sudden question must have caught the librarian off guard, because his eyes flick up in surprise meeting Mihaly's brown ones. Mihaly was surprised by how truly blue the eyes that looked back at him were, his heart giving a pleasant thump. The man quickly flicked his eyes back down to the books he held in his arms. "I wouldn't want to be a bother."

Mihaly chuckled softly with a shake of his head. "A bother? Not at all. I'm always ready to show her off...Ace." He said with a large smile as the young, man jumped again when his name was being called.

"How-?"

"Your name tag," Mihaly said with a laugh before his fingers quickly went to the golden locks at the side of the case and flipped them open. He slid the cover up and revealed the ash wood Ukulele, the color fashioned to be a brown with the light sprinkle of red into the shade of the wood. As if disappointed, the man's eyebrows dropped considerably, which Mihaly didn't take offensively. About everyone had the same reaction. 

"Let me play a piece for you."

The sudden suggestion had Ace lifting his eyebrow in an impatient arch, really not feeling like dealing with some freak who enjoys playing for random people. He shook his head suddenly, slipping his mask back on with a light smile. "You can't do that in here, sir," he said, lifting a hand to adjust his glasses back against his nose, one foot tapping impatiently against the floor.

The young man looked hurt by his words, "You don't think I can play?"

"Huh? I didn't say that."

"But you were thinking it..."

At that, Ace placed a hand on his hip, "And how do you know what I'm thinking?"

The dark-skinned man lifted his hand up and boldly lifted a finger to brush the tip of Ace's nose. "Your expression says it all."

Ace flushed at the light touch, becoming more flustered then he should have.

"I'll have to prove you wrong! But if I win you have to go on a date with me, deal?" Mihaly said.

That jump-started Ace's brain and he took a step forward. "Hold a moment! I never agreed to that!" He was slightly ticked off that the other obviously thought he was gay. It's not that he wasn't, it just pissed him off that the other presumed such a thing without asking!

"You don't think I'm attractive?" The man asked, only frustrating Ace more and causing him to shake his head from side to side, red hair playing along his cheeks. "I didn't say that!" He nearly bit his own tongue off, shocked at the trap he had pretty much thrown himself in. He had in his own way said that the man was attractive.

"Then a deal it is! Here we go..." The dark-skinned man took the Ukulele from the case and placed it against his chest, nails brushing along the strings.

Who was this guy? Some nut? Did all the weirdoes in New York have a detector that signaled in on him? He had already met five today. This would be number six.

"This is one of my favorites to play. This may be the only time you ever get to hear it for free so you may want to keep your ears open." Number Six said with a flash of his white teeth before he positioned his fingers and began to thrum the strings, not allowing Ace a word in. Not one to be pushed around, Ace quickly tried to interrupt, "You can't do that in a libra-" The poignant notes that seemed to echo through the near-empty library left a light dread for Ace.

The music was beautiful, surprisingly so. Ace shivered. The music made him imagine the rain outside, thousands of droplets falling on his skin. It was amazing. He would have enjoyed to listen to the rest of the music but the security guards had other plans. They appeared a bit disgruntled, probably upset that they had to get rid of another weirdo when it was so close to closing time. Ace couldn't blame them.

"Sir, could you please stop disturbing everyone with your playing?"

Number Six cracked his eyes open and glanced at them for a moment before promptly ignoring them, as if they were nothing more then some bothersome flies. One of the guards eyes twitched and Ace was sure this didn't bode well. "If you don't stop, we'll have to make you, sir."

Silence in return.

The security guards grabbed his arms, ending the melody that he had been so delved in, and picked him up from the seat. Ace couldn't help but crack a smile as the young man began to be dragged away with his instrument and case with him. Number Six did put up quite a struggle, his face tight with surprise and light annoyance.

As always, every weirdo thought it was fun to be dragged away in front of Ace, even thought this one was a little bit more attractive then the others. And where the heck that sudden thought came from, he didn't know. He turned away with a shrug and a sigh and began to gather the rest of the books from the table.

"Hey! I'll wait till you get off, alright?!" The man's voice reached Ace's ears. He spun around in surprise, his blue eyes widening as he watched Mihaly struggle against the guards and try to enter the library once more. H...huh?

"Alright?! I won so you have to...ergh-Let go of me!...go on a date with me!"

Ace couldn't have been more embarrassed in his entire life. What was wrong with this guy?! Ace would have ignored him, but it seemed the man wouldn't give up until he got some kind of response from Ace. He quickly gave a nod. Number Six gave him a grin that declared his victory, which even being dragged away couldn't tarnish.

At least it isn't raining anymore... Ace eyes widened, surprised he was even worried about the weirdo. He lifted his hands and rubbed at his temples in frustration.

He always got himself in these kind of situations.

Another sigh.

He got off in thirty minutes, the question was, would Number Six wait for him for that long. Probably not. Everyone always enjoyed playing little tricks on him since he seemed meek and shy. Ace just wondered who put him up to it or if he really was some hot guy that escaped from the insane asylum. 

He tried to push away the thoughts of Number Six but he couldn't stop himself from continuously glancing out the window, checking for a certain black haired male. Ace finished putting away all the books he had collected in their designated place before checking the clock. Time to go.

Ace couldn't help but be pleased. Freedom. Not that he didn't love his job....it's just he wished he didn't have to go. He slipped on his brown, leather jacket and grabbed his old umbrella from the back room. Shoving his hands inside the pockets of his black slacks, he checked to make sure he had his keys and wallet and was quickly satisfied when he felt the familiar lump.

Waving to his departing colleagues, he opened his umbrella and left out of the front door in a sudden rush for home. Ace's eyes caught a sudden shift in the shadow of one of the stone lions in front of the library. He blinked lazily as he took another step down, while craning his neck to get a better look at what it was. His eyes widened at who appeared from behind it.

"So, about that date, do you like Chinese?"

Ace blinked several times in disbelief as he watched Number Six appear before him, Ukulele in one hand and jacket in the other. For a moment his heart thumped against his chest in a small panic, fearing he had been cornered by some kind of crazy. But after a moment of looking at him, he couldn't say Number Six looked that crazy. Rather, like any other attractive young man.

"It depends. Are you buying?"

Number six grinned at him, and Ace felt a small shiver of pleasure trail up his spine at that smile. "Course. I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't, right?" Number Six laughed as he shoved one of his hands into the warm confines of blue jeans pockets, slipping a part of his jacket in with it. Ace lifted his chin up and began to make his way down the rest of stairs before he sent a dark, glare towards him, "And don't try anything funny. I'll kick your ass in a minute."

This seemed to fascinate the young man but it didn't really disturb him as much as Ace wanted it to. He merely smiled and let out a happy, "Sounds fun."

Not the reaction Ace wanted at all. 

"There is this place just a little way from here. Let's walk t-"

"Hold on. You're going to take me to dinner without even telling me your name?" Ace asked, giving him a dark stare that said he didn't trust him at all. Number Six glanced at him before letting out a laugh.

"....I never told you my name?"

"You forgot?!"

"My name is Mihaly- Now about that restaurant, it's an easy walk from here. There food isn't too bad either."

And before he knew it he had been officially dragged, pushed down in a seat and a menu shoved in his hands. Ace glanced around the restaurant and was pleasantly surprised by the quick, efficient service that was provided here. It seemed like a pretty popular spot. He was surprised he hadn't heard of it.

Ace glanced up at and couldn't help but stare at Number Six-er- Mihaly. The cinnamon shaded skin that colored over the hard angles and planes of his face, his features chiseled. A sensual mouth. Beautiful chocolate, brown eyes that looked straight-forward and focus. Black hair that would more then likely would fall along his shoulders in a sexy mess but instead was pulled back in a high ponytail. Ace was thankful for that, he enjoyed watching that face. Though he couldn't stop from wondering how it would feel if he brushed his fingers through that long mane of hair. Most likely it would feel silky and slip through his fingers-

"You're staring."

He blinked out of his fantasizing and soon noticed that the lips he had been staring at twisted into an amused smile. Ace blushed, the freckles along his cheeks standing out even more against his pale skin. Mihaly smiled and lifted a hand across the table and brushed it along the soft, freckled cheeks. "So it's true- All redheads have freckles."

Ace quickly pushed his hand away from his. "That's merely a stereotype."

Mihaly laughed and placed his elbow on the end of the table, "Maybe. But they look really cute on you." He said with a big grin but Ace refused to be wooed and shrugged as he tried to distract himself with the menu.

"So, Mihaly, can you tell me why you decided to scare several of my coworkers, bother the security guards, and freak me out just to get me to go on a date with you?"

"Can you think of any better impression?"

Ace twitched at that before glancing over his menu to see if he was serious. From that big smile, he was. Ace's reluctance showed on his face. "Are you telling me you seriously did all that just to get me on a date? We haven't even met before!" He growled out, not believing a word. Mihaly smiled dropped a moment before his dark eyes narrowed and he suddenly reached across the table and grabbed Ace's hand.

"You mean....you don't remember me?" The dark-skinned man asked, his face scrunched up in distress at these news.

Ace's face fell. "Wait- you mean we've met before?"

The serious face Mihaly had shown suddenly crumbled as he began to laugh and released the other's hands, "Not at all! But your face was too priceless. It was adorable."

Ace grinded his teeth together as he laughed at him before he yanked his hand away. "You're a bastard you know that?!" He yelled at Mihaly. Mihaly apologized and tried to calm him down.

"But, no," Mihaly continued. "The reason I did all of that was because when I saw you I felta pop." He flicked his fingers imitating the sound he had felt.

Ace arched an eyebrow at him before shaking his head, "You should check that out, it could be cancer."

Mihaly laughed again. "No, no. It was a good feeling. Like when you have such a thrilling sensation that it feels like it is bubbling in your chest but instead it pops and everything is let out." He tried to explain, his eyes falling close while he tried to grasp it. He opened his eyes with a soft smile and he had never appeared as striking as he did right then. Ace's face turned a bright red.

His hand was then taken and placed on Mihaly's chest, over his heart. "It happened right around here and when it happened, I wish I could feel it again and again." His voice was so soft and sincere that Ace didn't know how to quite react to it.

"....heart cancer?" He questioned dumbly and Mihaly looked at him in utter shock for a moment before he busted out in a deep laugh that shook his frame. Ace's blush only worsened as he acknowledged the stupidity of that comment.

"Sir, are you ready to order?"

Ace looked up at the waiter in annoyance, annoyance from Mihaly still laughing heavily against the table. "Could you bring me a large bucket of water and some really sharp knives?"

Mihaly managed to calm him down again and ordered their food but Ace was irritated by that smile of his. Was it so fun to tease him?!

"Don't pout. I said I was sorry for laughing so hard." He apologized again but Ace lifted his chin up with a shrug. "As if I care." Which it was obvious to about everyone that he did. Mihaly smiled and propped his chin in his hand, "I've been meaning to ask. You have a slight accent. Where's it from?"

Ace looked at him for a moment before sighing, "I was born in Boston." He explained and Mihaly nodded with a light 'ah'. "And what about you? Where are you from?"

"Ah- I was born and raised in Hawaii...well for most of my years. I moved here only a few years ago." That was a shock. Ace placed his elbows on the table and leaned forward slightly, "Really? So, why did you move here?"

Mihaly smiled at him before reaching at the side of the table and lifted up his case where his Ukulele was locked safely in. "Because of her. I want to bring her into the industry of music." He said with a warm look that made the brown of his eyes seem to brighten, the light from the ceiling making it seem like a hazel for a moment. Ace paused a moment, fascinated by the warm look before his own eyes looked at the instrument.

"That so? Well from what I heard you aren't that bad. Have you had any luck?" He questioned and Mihaly closed his eyes for a moment and shook his head before his lids fluttered  back open once more.

"No one really takes the ukulele serious anymore. It's very sad since it can produce such a beautiful sound. No one wants to give it a chance."

Ace's eyes softened at that before he gave a light laugh and lifted his eyes up to Mihaly's, "Well you aren't the only one. I don't know anything about music but I have been trying to be a novelist since I was young. Every time I turn something in I get those damned slips that say: We're sorry to say that even though you're novel was interesting, it isn't what we are looking for, blah, blah, blah." He trailed off in a lazy roll with a sigh before he folded his arms and placed his head on the table.

His eyes suddenly went wide when he felt a small, warm weight on his head, "Don't make such a face. It doesn't suit you at all. If your dream is to write then keep trying. I won't give up my dream and so I am sure someone as stubborn as you won't either, right?"

Ace blinked for a moment, and he suddenly relaxed under the hand. The words wouldn't have meant much to him from anyone else but for some reason he couldn't help but feel a burning sensation along his eyes.

"Ace? Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" He yelled at him but didn't move from under the comforting, warmth of Mihaly's hand. Ace suddenly felt Mihaly's hand brush through his red hair gently, "If you don't sit up straight, you won't be able to eat when the food gets here."

"I'll manage," Ace muttered softly.

The date had been very different from Ace's usual one's which was obvious because he didn't often cry on his first dates. As bothersome as the guy was, Ace liked him. A lot. How could he reject him when he had dipped and kissed his hand before they separated and asked, "Do you like Italian?"

Ace's face was still burning from embarrassment. The guy really knew how to get you to submit to him. But he wasn't disappointed when they went out again, the food was good and the conversation was good. They began to go to dinner once a week together which soon turned to two times a week. Sometimes they would go for a walk in the park or go to the movies for one of the late-time shows. The exchanging of numbers and addresses was something to be expected to happen.

The exchanging of kisses in the movies or a dark street had become a common occurrence as well and they even visited each other's apartment. They were both pleased to see that they had equally shabby places, which they laughed at. The more they saw each other the more they learned about each other. Ace learned that Mihaly worked at a late café and played his ukulele each day. Ace could never forget how happy Mihaly had looked when he came in for a surprise visit. Like a puppy.

Mihaly often came over to Ace's apartment and helped him with his novel, giving helpful outlook on the story and for once, he felt comfortable in his writing. Now, whenever he was at work he waited impatiently for it to end so Mihaly could walk him home.

Ace groaned as he lifted another stack of books from a table before glancing at the calendar at the side of the front desk, "It's been three months already..." He trailed off before he shook his head from his day dreaming and began to shuffle the books to the back storage room. Ace somehow managed to turn the light on when he suddenly felt a hand pressed at his back and push him further inside, causing him to jump. He struggled to turn around, "Who is there?"

He heard a familiar chuckle when the door was closed behind him.

"Mihaly! What are you doing here? I don't get off until five," he said, his voice not able to hide his pleasure at seeing him. Ace placed the books down on a table and turned fully to him but before he could say more, Mihaly had gathered him in his arms.

"I wanted to see you, of course." He said cheerfully before flinching as Ace pinched his side.

"Don't lie to me."

Mihaly let out a nervous laugh, "Ahaha- You're right, you're right. I have an ulterior motive," he answered honestly as his fingers trailed along Ace's waist and settled along the delicate curve of his hips.

Ace shivered and tried to squirm free. "Yeah and what's that?"

Mihaly shifted once more, his knee sliding between Ace's, nudging his legs apart so that he was pressed tightly against him. A small sound escaped Ace. "Well I came here because I decided I'm going to take you here." He whispered the last words in the soft cup of his lover's ear.

Ace face shaded into a dark red, "What?!" His exclamation was answered with a smile from Mihaly and a laugh. "What did you expect? Every night you refuse to come into my apartment and you won't let me come into yours. Of course, I'm sexually frustrated!" He said and began to press him down against the table he had just placed the pile of books on. Ace fought as hard as he could but even though Mihaly tried his best not to flaunt it in front of him, he had superior strength and held him down.

"W-Wait! You can't do that here!"

"Hmnnnn, that sounds pretty familiar."

Ace bared his teeth at him and began to squirm as much as he could, his body lifting up and bumping against Mihaly's hard form. Mihaly watched with a delighted smile, his brown eyes narrowed. "You know, that isn't really helping your cause."

"Shut up, you bastard!"

"Ah. You really shouldnt yell in a library, it simply isn't done. Besides, what if someone came in?" Mihaly questioned innocently as he slide his body more fully against Ace's slimmer form. Ace struggled more, his face burning hotly.

"I hope they do! I hope they lock you up, you rap-"

His words were caught off as Mihaly bent his head to his and took possession of his mouth. The warm, soft caress of Mihaly's tongue sparked Ace's to life and soon began the wild tango of their mouths. He let out a soft moan into the other's mouth which brought a grunt of approval from Mihaly. Ace's hands moved over him almost helplessly, as though moved by a compulsion to feel his skin his fingers. The kiss went on and on. It was sheer possession. Mihaly reluctantly began to exert his self-control, pulling back slightly to allow the other to escape. Ace's arm circled his neck and brought him back to his hungry mouth. His mouth was wild, fanning the heat up another notch.

Mihaly yanked his mouth away suddenly, his breath coming out in light pants, "I won't be able to control myself if you keep doing that," he said in a hoarse whisper as he looked down at Ace's face. Ace blearily opened his eyes as he looked up at him.

Then don't stop.

Ace stared up into his lover's face while Mihaly stared down at him, his lips slowly forming a smile. "Your face says it all." His hands slid from his shoulders to smooth line of his neck. "But you have to make sure you keep quiet, you're not allowed to make loud noises in the library." His teeth tugged at his lower lip, a soft tongue quickly coming to comfort it. Mihaly's hand lay over his heart, fingers splayed wide.

"I'm feeling it again....that pop. Can you feel it?"

Before he could answer, Mihaly mouth took his again, his hunger ravenous. His hand slid lower, his fingers beginning to undo the button-up shirt Ace had worn, patiently. Yet when he was exposed, Mihaly's thumbs began caressing his nipples into hard peaks. He released his mouth and Ace gasped at the gentle stimulation from his chest, his back arching closer to those large hands.

"Mihaly."

He whispered his name while his hands slid over his ribcage to find his waist. Mihaly's hands tugged at his pants, his knuckles skimming bare flesh. "Mhh- Wait! We can't really do this. I-I'll be fired if they see us." He whispered harshly but he didn't see the gentle Mihaly smiling back at him. Ace shivered at the dark, sensual face watching him.

"Then stay quiet and let's cut our chances."

The intensity of his gaze was unbearably hot, possessive, and claimed him from his body to his very soul. Those eyes always looked straight through him but now they are something new, and frightening. Clothes seemed to become a foreign intrusion, a heavy weight that neither one of them could bear against their sensitive skin. Ace close his eyes and allowed Mihaly to undress him, his mouth following along every piece of skin that was bared slowly. Ace let out a gentle cry which he quickly tried to quiet down. Mihaly let out a dark laugh at his small noises. How was he going to get through this if even his kisses made him cry out?!

And he couldn't but become slightly annoyed that all his clothes was discarded while Mihaly still wore his shirt though it was fully unbuttoned and his pair of jeans. Though he was sure he could give all that credit to Mihaly's talented fingers. Mihaly slowly trailed his body along Ace's his tongue lashing out and trailing from the cradle of his collar bone to along the flat surface of his stomach. He managed to bite his lip down and keep his soft moans in his mouth. God if he kept going down like that-!

Mihaly's mouth continued it's long, sensual journey, his mouth trailing a warm wet trailed to Ace's hip bone then to finally his goal. His lover's hot breath along his hardened shaft had his hips arching gently. Mihaly couldn't resist brushing his hand across the hard evidence of his need. He was hot, throbbing and grew larger from Mihaly's hand. Ace sucked in his breath, his heart hammering hard against his chest.

"Hold on, Mea Aloha. I have to make sure you're ready."

Ace slowly opened his eyes and looked up, for a moment forgotten where he was. He watched as Mihaly pulled out a small bottle from his back pocket and from a second he wonder what it was. When he figured out, his face became as red as a tomato. He had had this all planned out! If Mihaly could sense Ace's slight annoyance he either didn't show it or didn't care as he squeeze a dollop amount of the pink-colored lubricant on his fingers.

Watching this, Ace couldn't help but become more aroused, his **** jumping slightly at the sight of those moist fingers. Mihaly turned to him with a knowing smile before he trailed his fingers down and brushed in between his buttocks. Ace lips lightly bucked before settling down again, "You're so eager. I'm not the only one that was sexually frustrated."

"S-Shut u-Ah!" Ace gasped as he felt one of finger began to caress the puckered entrance and then just as quickly thrust inside. He shivered, his eyes closing tightly as he felt the first pains that trailed along his back and went back down. Ace let out a soft pant before he whimpered and squirmed against the finger. Mihaly's soft, comforting hand began to brush along his face, "Shhhh. Relax and it'll hurt less." He crooned gently into Ace's ear before brushing a kiss along the small tear that had escaped his lover's eye.

Ace bit down his lips before he tried to relax a little bit more, his butt cheeks slowly relaxing their strength on Mihaly's hand. "Good boy." The fingers slowly began to move around inside of him, lifting up and curling as they reached further inside. Ace slapped his hands over his mouth and shut his eyes tight as he tried to hold down the noises that began to bubble from his mouth.

But suddenly the finger found a spot inside of him that certainly didn't give him pain. His hips bucked, his length releasing a small dribble of semen from it's head as he cried out. Mihaly merely chuckled and bent his head down, licking it all up. Ace was trembling by now, the sudden sensation from his back and his free nearly unbearable.

"I'm going to put another finger in, alright?" Mihaly whispered gently and slowly ace gave a nod of his approval.

The next finger slipped in easier then the first, filling him suddenly that he nearly squeezed hard but he managed to force himself to allow the fingers to slip all the way in. They began to scissor and stretch him, preparing him properly as they began to move around back and forth. As Mihaly made his fingers thrust back and forth, Ace moved his body with it, his hips fixing along with the rhythm. He kissed him, his fingers gently exploring until Ace was hot and begging with want for his lover.

Ace gasped and lifted his hand so they could slide through Mihaly's long, ebony locks. Soft and silky. Just as he had said it would be. Mihaly let a tight noise from his throat, "I can't hold back anymore." Mihaly grunted as he suddenly pulled his fingers from inside of Ace, causing him to let another cry which he quickly muffled. Mihaly fumbled with the fly of his jeans urgently as Ace began to slowly sit up, to see what he was doing.

Ace watched as Mihaly let out a small sound of relief as he released his hardened dick from the confines of his pants. His manhood was big and eager though Ace had neither fondled nor teased it all. He felt the sudden weight of Mihaly's hands on his knees which caused him to look up. He was surprised to see the apologetic look on the other's face, "Sorry. I might be a bright rough with you."

Mihaly apologized and Ace could only laugh at him.

"Idiot. I don't care if you're rough." Ace said as he lifted a hand and brushed it along Mihaly's cheeks in a gentle caress. Mihaly's lip stretched into a wide smile before his hands pushed his thighs apart; his hips took their place between his. His weight as he stretched above Ace had him pinned in place.

"Are you alright?" Already he was pushing into him, the head of his erection meeting his readied hole.

Ace let out a soft noise as Mihaly slowly push himself inside him. Mihaly stopped several times, so Ace could adjust to his length and thickness. When he managed to push himself all the way inside, he began to move his hips around, causing Ace to let out another muffled cry. And then he began to move. Robbing Ace of breath.

Mihaly began to thrust in and out of him, their hips pressing all the way against each other before breaking, over and over. Ace clenched his eyes tight and tilted his head back, his body rocking with each hard thrust Mihaly gave. His moans were rough and would have been louder if he weren't covering his mouth.

Tears brushed the corner of his eyes, the ecstasy and the slight pain increasing his pleasure until he felt his body about to break into two. He wanted to wrap his arms around Mihaly but was too afraid that if he freed his mouth he wouldn't be able to stop his cries.

His body lifted up higher and higher with Mihaly's, each thrust shooting a wave of pleasure from his thighs all the way up to his stomach. His manhood began to twitch and dribble more semen from merely the pleasure from behind. It wasn't any surprise that he let out a devastating cry when Mihaly began to caress his length, lubricated hands making the process easier. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold out for much longer but he didn't want any of this to end yet. He wanted to keep going forever.

Mihaly's soft breath on his ear, the hard strength of his body, his dark voice. He wanted everything.

"I love you, I love you, I love you." Mihaly whispered in his ear before he gave one hard thrust and Ace lifted his hips up high as he let out another muffled cry. Ace reached his climax when he felt something warm spill inside of him. His body trembled helplessly under Mihaly.

Sensation over sensation was wracking his body but there was one curious feeling. A feeling he had never quite felt before.

A pop.

Ace still couldn't believe they had done it at his job. And didn't even get caught! So no matter what time or day, whenever he goes to work he always somehow became aroused. Mihaly was very different when it came to sex. Which is why Ace began to let him come in his apartment rather then have a repeat on what had happened that day. He rubbed his temples once more, annoyed that he was thinking of Mihaly even when he was trying to write.

He looked at the blank word document on his computer screen in annoyance, demanding it place words on itself. But that would mean he had to think of something to write first. Ace sighed before pushing himself from his computer desk. He'd check the mail because he found it was much easier to write when he had Mihaly by his side. Ace's face scrunched up at that thought.

God, I'm a spoiled brat, aren't I?

He tugged on a light sweater, it being a bit chilly this time of day before he quickly slipped out the apartment. The gleam from the sun along his glasses made him flinch for a moment. Damn it was sunny today. Ace was more fascinated by how it could still be so cold when the sun was so bright. He groaned about that as he walked to his mailbox with his key. As he slipped in the key, he felt a light shiver go along his back. He didn't know what birthed it, the cold perhaps.

Ace shrugged before he opened the his box and began to flutter through the large cluster of letters. He arched an eyebrow when he caught sight of a rather large envelope. Shoving the rest of his junk mail under an arm, he began to tear it open. He looked at it with slight interest as he began to read the letter that had been placed inside.

"We are happy to say that you're novel has caught our attention and...will be published..." He trailed off, his blue eyes now as wide as saucers as he pressed the letter closer then it needed to be. Was this for real?! His novel would be published. Published. Meaning it would be in book stores. REAL book stores! He was near to fainting.

He was a novelist now. A real novelist.

His chest tightened and soon he let out a small yell of excitement, "HOLY ****!"

Ace did a small little dance, the mail he had had held under his arm, falling from his grasp. "Christ- I have to tell Mihaly!" He suddenly realized this before he quickly turned and ran back to his apartment, tripping over himself. He slammed inside the room, his heart thumping as he searched for his cell phone.

"Where the he-Ah!"

He swiped the cell phone that had been innocently sitting on his kitchen counter. Ace clicked the sped-dial number and waited with a big, goofy grin on his face, for his lover to answer.

____

Mihaly fingered the soft, white pedals of the daisy in his fingers, with a pleased smile. He knew Ace didn't appreciate being treated like a girl but he always thought flowers were for everyone. Especially someone as beautiful as his little, red-head. He would have much rather gotten a dozen of them but he really didn't have the money for that. It was better then nothing. Mihaly brushed his lips along the top of it as he waited for the light at cross-street to change so he could walk.

He ignored the romantic stares from the woman beside him, something that often annoyed his lover. Ace was much more jealous then he let on but Mihaly couldn't blame him. He had always been popular with the ladies but for the sake of his own neck, he feigned innocence.

Imagining his lover's annoyed face brought an amused smile on his lips. He couldn't wait to visit him. His dark eyes glanced up when he saw the light change and began to make his way across, hand tightening on the case of his ukulele. Perhaps he should play something for him tonight. Mihaly managed to perfect a song for Ace alone. Me Ke Aloha was it's name. Knowing Ace, he would want to know what it meant. He chuckled. He'd keep that a secret.

"JASON!"

The sounds of a strained mother's mouth diverted his attention for a moment, making him look up from the ground. A small boy, that looked no more then two years old began to cross the street. The sign had changed and already a car had begun racing down the road. If the driver saw the boy or not, he wasn't sure but he couldn't stop himself from dashing into the street for him. Mihaly dropped his case when he was half way across the street as he dashed forward and grabbed the boy up and flung himself to the side before the car could hit him. The screech of the tries rang in his ears as he rolled to the side, scrapes soon gracing along the skin of his arms and on his cheek.

Mihaly pants heavily as the boy clung to him as tightly as his small hands could allow him to. Feeling the boy shivering, he began to pat him comfortingly on his head.

"My baby! My baby!" The woman cried out as she ran out towards their huddled form and with a small pained grin, he began to sit up.

"He should be fine." He said as he opened his arms where the boy was, not even having a scratching while Mihaly's body told a different story. The boy clambered out of his arms and ran into his mother's waiting arms. "How many times have I told you to say next to me?!" She cried out, her shoulders shaking. A mother's love. It was touching to watch.

Mihaly placed a hand on her shoulder, "His fine. But you should get out of the street before another car comes."

"Thank you, Thank you!" She said and slowly stood up on wobbly legs and dragged her son out of the street. Mihaly waved lightly before he began to do a light damage report. He was bleeding a little bit nothing too distract. He was more worried on how Ace would react to this. He always worried too much. Suddenly Mihaly remembered the flower, and turned to see the daisy slightly crushed under his foot.

He cursed lightly under his breath. "Great, just g-" His eyebrows lifted when he felt his phone in his pocket vibrate. Well at least he knew it worked. Mihaly dug it from his pocket and smiled at whose name he saw on the caller-ID. Ace Scott. He lifted his thumb so he could press talk.

"Look out!"

Mihaly eyebrows raised before he turned and he saw the car headed towards him. His eyes went wide and his heart stopped, knowing he wouldn't be able to jump out of the way in time. The pain wasn't as bad as thought it would be, it was almost numbing. He had heard the faint sound of a scream before it was slowly drifting away. Dark and cold. So cold....

_____

Ace looked at the phone in frustration, "The only time I want you to answer, you don't!" He growled out before sighing and trying to call again.

Pick up, you idiot!



[Feel free to leave replies and messages~. I'd appreciate it. And I also forgot to revise before I posted. And I'm lazy, so....Enjoy?]


-- Edited by DivineDarkness on Friday 26th of June 2009 12:16:09 AM

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You made me cry hun * sniffles* Its so good, but so sad. Classic yaoi at its finest.

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xD;; Ahahahaha. I'm happy to hear that! To tell you the truth, I rushed the ending. :P It would have been even more sad if I hadn't rushed the last bits.

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