Double Trouble (18+)(YellowMelon and Sosuke0549)(Private)

[YellowMelon]

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NAME: Kaito

AGE: 18

SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual

OCCUPATION: High School Student (Senior)

POSTION: Unknown

HIGHT: 6'0

LIKES: basketball , rock music, playing video games, drums, cats, spicy food.

DISLIKES: Most school classes, homework/studying, bugs, lairs, most out door activities , and old fashion parties.

PERSONALITY: Chill and laid back, he is a decent person and all round nice guy. He has a lazy attitude  but he's actually a hard worker and does a lot in his spare time. Academically he is at the top of his class.

PAST: His childhood was far from perfect. Kaito's father skipped town after he was born leaving only his mother to raise him, but she eventually spiralled into depression being a single mother trying to raise a son she never wanted. She was mentally abusive and quickly became a druggy. Soon it was Kaito who took care of the house and his mom vs the other way arround. As soon as he turned 16 and saved up enough money, he got his own place, hoping to escape his soul sucking mother. There relationship is rocky and filled with bittersweet resentment, pain, and regret.

Kaito sighed softly as the teacher gave her lecture, educating them on the importance of math and why trigonometry and calculus was oh so important. He found himself staring out the window, hoping he'd see something much more interesting then math, sadly there wasn't. His eyes began to scan over the classroom, taking a moment to stop and stare at Michael. When was the last time they hung out? There was a time when they were once best friends...but now...it seemed time had wedged a gap between them. However Kaito understood why...life just got in the way, and they grew distant...Between his mother, basketball, and two jobs...he didn't have time to hang out with anyone...let alone make friends. With everything on his plate, he didn't wish to add more work for himself- and friendships were work.

Kaito just hoped that the other was happy...at least to him he appeared happy. He was actually quite popular amongst there classmates and peers, and even the teachers liked him. At some point in life Kaito must of assumed that he didn't belong in Michael's world...that he was more trouble than he was worth. His friend had a perfect life...two parents still happily married after..how many years?  A two story house with extra rooms and a backyard, living in a gated community no less. And to think a kid like that use to play with trash like him, well...it was almost laughable. It doesn't matter now... He thought, turning his eyes back down to his paper. Just a few more minutes left and he could go home. "Oh dear- seems I lost track of time, students please do the problems in your text book pages 245-247 even problems only...I'll give you extra credit for doing all the problems if you want to do them. They are due the day after tomorrow. Dismiss. "

Kaito stood, and slowly gathered his things, watching as his classmates quickly rushed out the door, eager to get out of class and go on with their lives. Just as he was about to leave, his teacher stopped him. "Oh wait Kaito...if I may, I'd like to speak with you."

Kaito sighed, approached the females desk, with his backpack hanging on one of his shoulders, and hands in his pockets. "I don't know what your life is like outside of school but I'd really like for you too possibly join the Math league. I've been observing your test scores and how quickly you finish your classwork, a lot of students struggle with math, especially math this advanced but you seem to have no trouble understanding it. Would you please consider joining the Math league, you'd be a phenomenal addition to the team. " Kaito listened as his teacher went on and on, having a bored expression on his face. Most students would love to be praised by there teachers and maybe even wanna join a club...but all Kaito heard was work, work, work, and math, math, math.

"Thanks for the offer Mrs. Asuna but I can't, and no offense but I hate math..."

He was far too busy.

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NAME: Yato

AGE: 22

SEXUALITY: Bi-sexual

OCCUPATION: Bartender

POSTION: Seme

HIGHT: 6'2

LIKES: clubing, drinking/partying, smoking, riding his motorcycle, fighting, Rough sex, teasing others/ causing mischief , his job and gang, and most animals.

DISLIKES: sweets, authority, old films, being hot, vegetables, kids, sports, and hospitals

PERSONALITY:  Yato is a jokester. He's charming and quick witted but he can be an asshole and jerk most of the time. He's completely dedicated to his gang. He is known to be rather controlling at times and possessive. Its rather difficult to figure him out but most would compare him to that fun/exciting bad boy everyone has always wanted to date.

PAST: Yato grew up in a abusive home. His father would often drink and beat him and his mother, until one day, his father went too far and killed her. Yato ran away from home after that, later discovering his father was caught and sent to prison where he hanged himself in his cell. With no one to take care of him he lived on the streets for a few weeks until the, Serpants took him in, and he was legally adopted by the gang leader at the age of 9.

Yato stood outside Shingik Highschool checking his phone, ignoring the blank stares he got from the boys and goo-goo eyes from the girls. He only had interest in one student...Michael Smith. To be honest, Yato never thought he'd be pursuing high schooler but, they just some how clicked. At first he felt a little awkward about liking him but he couldn't help himself. There was just something so..alluring about the other. He had the life he always wanted...and he was happy. Part of the reason why he wanted to date him was because he wanted some of that happiness. If the two of them were together, would he too find happiness? 

Yato was hoping that Michael could be his fresh start...and only after two weeks of knowing the guy...he felt like Michael was his new escape and he hadn't been this stubbornly into someone in a very long time...

"Excuse me sir! No parking or loitering in front of the school. I'm sorry- but I'm going to have to ask you to leave. "

 Yato glanced up at the school security guard, a devilish smirk on his handsome face. "The sign clearly shows no parking for cars...does this look like a car to you?" He gestured over to his motorcycle, being a smart ass. "And as for your bullshit excuse for loitering- that's a lie because what about the other students waiting outside?"

"They are students; that's a different story. And no vehicles are allowed to be parked here period- in front of the school. "

"Well that sucks because here I am - parked right in front of the school. You want me to move old man? Make me..." He growled.

"W-WHY YOU!"     

[YellowMelon]

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NAME: Michael Smith, and he doesn’t like nicknames 

AGE: 19 

SEXUALITY: Homosexual

OCCUPATION: Senior in High School, Cafe worker on the weekends

POSITION: Power bottom, if he is allowed to (or he at least tries to be)

HEIGHT: 5’7”

LIKES: playing dating simulator games, cats, crème brûlée, hanging out with his boyfriend, spending time with Kaito and texting him when apart, writing, surprises, laughing, sleeping

DISLIKES: the smell and act of smoking, history and geography, cold temperatures, being ignored, being told what to do, sleeping alone

PERSONALITY: Michael has always been labeled as a teacher’s pet and a goody two-shoes because he has never been overheard trash talking anyone. He is the quiet kid, sitting in the front row, paying attention, and acing his classes. He was raised to be a gentleman, so acts as such, while it is also part of his good nature to be kind to others. In the privacy of his own room or when with a person he is close to, however, he can be rather rebellious. He loves to tease people and isn’t as innocent as he puts on. Nonetheless, he is still a very encouraging and cheerful person to be around. 

PAST: Growing up in a religious household and raised to be a model citizen, Michael has already built up quite the reputation where he lives. From a young age, he was taught to not only respect his family members but to also look good in front of others. That’s all his parents ever cared about when raising their son. At home, he is constantly told how he should have been a girl by his mother or have been manlier by his father, but such sentiments never leave the house. While expecting him to juggle both his school work, extracurricular activities, and a job on the weekend, they also task him with daily chores that they never do. The only time he ever gets to himself is when his mom is hosting her weekly book club or at a girlfriend’s house and his dad is working late. Fortunately for him, his parents are frequently finding excuses to stay longer away from home and away from each other. Michael is well-aware of what is going on and has his suspicions as to why, but isn’t bothered by it.

Michael couldn’t help but let little sighs escape from him while in class. His last class always had him anxiously waiting to finally be released from the confined room, and math was a subject he was not fond of. He did well in most of his classes - math including - but doing well didn’t equate to him enjoying the class or it coming easy to him. He studied hard to ensure he got passable grades that would make his parents proud. It was for the sake of his parents that he tried so hard; otherwise, he wouldn’t be in the top percentile of his grade. He was right behind Kaito, who he was always silently rooting for. His mind started to wander about his childhood friend which happened every now and then since they had lost contact. He still loved his friend dearly but didn’t want to be a bother so kept his distance. He would always smile at Kaito when he saw him in a class or passed by him in the hallway, but his friend didn’t seem to reciprocate.

As soon as the teacher dismissed them, he was packing his materials into his yellow backpack and was out of the door. Normally he would have a tutoring session after class but today the student had cancelled. He didn’t bother to ask why and honestly didn’t care. Any time he could get out leaving earlier than having to stay late for a club or a session he was grateful for. The blonde happily exited the high school, saying the usual goodbyes to friends and acquaintances as he left. He even said goodbyes to some people he wasn’t familiar with but somehow they had heard about him. Perhaps it was his blonde hair and bright blue eyes which shouted that he was a foreigner. He had moved to Japan at a young age due to his father being transferred for his job, and since then has gotten used to being the center of attention simply because of how he looked.

Leaving the front gate of the Shingik Highschool, Michael freely bypassed an all-too-familiar face whose voice could still be heard even as he was a couple of feet away from him. The blonde couldn’t help but to stop in his tracks, now getting worried about the situation. He had only met Yato two weeks ago at a bar he was able to get into with the help of his friends. Yato had been the bartender and threatened to throw him out, but Michael had been able to charm his way into staying since he was not causing any trouble. He hadn’t even been at the bar to drink, only to watch people.

"W-WHY YOU!"

Michael turned on his heels and speed walked back to where Yato was. A crowd was now forming around the scene. “Yato!” He called out and soon stood in front of him, looking up at the taller individual. “You have a terrible attitude. You know you shouldn’t be causing trouble in front of the school. It could cause problems for me and if my parents hear about it then I won’t ever speak to you again.” Michael had thought he had been generous talking to Yato to begin with, especially since how persistent he could be. He had somehow managed to figure out where he went to school and non-stop showed waiting for him, even after the first few times Michael told him to stop. Secretly, the blonde enjoyed the attention. He had never gotten so much attention before from such an attractive, older person. He liked playing a little hard to get because he liked Yato chasing after him, but he was also genuinely worried about his parents finding out.

“Now, apologize.” The blonde demanded

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He has two tattoos, as shown:

NAME: Alexander Foster

AGE: 24

SEXUALITY: Bisexual

OCCUPATION: Escort

POSITION: Switch. Rolls with whatever position his partner wants him to be, but secretly likes to bottom.

HEIGHT: 6’0”

LIKES: white furniture, money, expensive gifts, sleeping around and seduction, cooking, aquariums, being dominated 

DISLIKES: whining, incessant noise, sweat, being lied to, being talked back to, invasion of privacy, missing or rescheduled appointments 

PERSONALITY:  Alex admits that he is standoffish and rude because he is someone who doesn't mind saying whatever first comes to his mind, however vulgar it may be. While he can be a very domineering individual, he has a soft spot for people that he likes, although there are only a few - enough to count on one hand. He does have a submissive side, as shocking as it sounds, but it's only revealed to those who are persistent in dominating him, both in bed and out. Perhaps secretly a little bit of a masochist, he can play the role of a sadist well.

PAST:  Despite what rumors say, Alex did not grow up with a silver spoon in his mouth. He didn't have to work as hard to get his money either but he didn't inherit any wealth from his parents. His deceased father and still-living,, gambling addicted mother don't have a cent to their name. The job he decided to pursue was following in the footsteps of his mother, who was also an escort, while being the next gang leader of the Swallows is thanks to his father. Alex doesn't have a strong preference towards either occupation, both requiring him to be available at all times of the day, but he does have a little more fun being an escort. As an escort he doesn't have to act like there's a stick up his ass whereas having to be in charge of a gang tires him out quickly. Secretly, he thinks his gang is weak and childish, which is why he only spends time with them when he has to.

Alexander largely enjoyed sleeping with older men and women because they had the most experience, and an experienced partner was much more satisfying than someone who had to be told what to do in bed. They also had the money to afford him. The grey-eyed beauty was a popular commodity at the host club he worked for and he relished in it. It wasn’t a requirement that he slept with his clients - in fact, it was discouraged - but, to be frank, he liked sex. Difficult customers were frequently pushed onto him which would result in him coming to work sore and bruised the following day. Any injuries to a host would normally lead to time off to heal properly, but Alex was easily able to get the sympathy of his clients which equated to get-well gifts and lots of attention. It also helped that his gang controlled the territory of the establishment.

It was not unusual for the escort to wake up in a hotel room, naked, and with no one by his side. He sat up slowly, blinking his eyes a couple of times to clear his blurred vision from just awakening. He leaned over to grab his phone from the bedside table. The time was around 3:30 PM, which didn’t surprise Alex given how long he had stayed up having sex. The client he had - a weekly regular - had so much stamina that he sometimes questioned if the other was on any testosterone pills. He was also rather rough in bed which indicated he likely had a lot of pent-up frustration. It didn’t bother the escort to take on this client though, especially since it paid well and the other was his type. The only downfall was the hickeys and marks sometimes left on his body after the rough play. While Alex had a slender, toned body, he was a bit more fragile than he would like to admit which led to sore muscles and joints afterward. However, he at least knew one person who he could go to and not be judged in a weaker state.

Scrolling through his texts, Alex pulled up the conversation he had with Kaito. The contact: Kaito (18). No contact picture. He sent the following message:

> Hi Kaito. My muscles are sore again, and I need you to rejuvenate my health. Are you available to meet today? (^_<)〜☆ <

[Sosuke0549]

 Just when things were starting to escalate, Michael stepped forward claiming Yato's full attention. He could hear the irration in the blonds voice, he kind of liked seeing him mad...he looked rather sexy.

Yato smiled at the high schooler, slipping his hands into his pockets as he approached him.
"Michael~ "

“You have a terrible attitude. You know you shouldn’t be causing trouble in front of the school. It could cause problems for me and if my parents hear about it then I won’t ever speak to you again.”

He eyes widened ever so slightly. He had almost forgotten how uptight Michael's parents were ( or so the boy had informed him) and the fact that Michael was a closeted gay. He had been coming to the blondes school in order to win him over...but maybe...he was causing more harm than good. He quickly gave the boy a charming smile, raising an eye brow. "You won't ever speak to me again?" He scoffed. " I highly doubt that..." He shrugged. He leaned forward, "You know you like seeing me~" He whispered.

“Now, apologize.”

"Sheesh!! Alright- alright...you win."  He threw his hands up in the air, surrendering.

He turned to the old man. "I'll move my bike. Sorry..."
"Hmp...You punk. Do it quickly before I call the cops. "
Yato rolled his eyes, moving towards his bike and climbing on. He glanced back at Michael,
"How long are you gonna keep ducking and dogging me? Huh? "
He put on his helmet, which covered his entire head and face. He turned on his bike, drawing many peoples attention now that the bike was purring. He looked at the blond gesturing towards  the  empty seat behind him, handing Michael a helmet.
"Do you trust me?"

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 As Kaito headed to the store, he felt his phone vibrate in his pocket. He checked the device, seeing that he received a text from Alexander. It had been a little over a week since they saw each other, and even tho Kaito texted him the basic Good Moring and Good night texts religiously everyday, Alexander didn't always reply to them. They had probably only talked over the phone a few times. To be honest they were both pretty busy. Between the two jobs Kaito had, basketball practice, and school, it was no wonder the two couldn't find time for each other. Luckily he didn't have practice today but he still had to work a overnight shift. Some days he worked late afternoon at a convince store..and other days he worked over night at a warehouse, boxing and shipping out all sorts of items. It was hard to balance such a life but...somehow Kaito was managing. He texted the other back.

 
Yeah. Sure. Head to my place, key is under the mat. Help yourself- gotta stop at the store, text me if you want something.

He hit send and slipped his phone back into his pocket, with a bored expression on his face. He and Alexander had been dating for about two months now, however, he still felt like the other was keeping him at a distance. If anything...he felt more like a fuck buddy then boyfriend...he had lost count of how many times Alexander had came to him, battered, bruised, and horny.

It was hard to put into words what Kaito felt for
Alexander. Sure they were "dating" but it was hard for Kaito to feel like he was in a relationship. He was physically attracted to Alexander but emotionally...not as much as he would of liked. It was like...Alexander built this wall between them...How could they really and truly be together when he felt so disconnected from him. When he knew that what he had with Alexander was nothing special. What was the point of getting emotionally invested when he felt like another client to him...

No...I'm being unfair.. Alexander didn't belong to him...so he couldn't feel jealous. He didn't have a right to feel that way and nor did he have the right to judge Alexander for the way he lived his life.

[YellowMelon]

"You know you like seeing me~" 

It was a true statement, but Michael wouldn’t be caught saying it. At least not in public. If they were ever in a room alone and together, which had yet to happen, he would gladly shower Yato with words that would boost his self-esteem, although he surely didn’t need his ego to be more inflated. The blonde found his pursuer to be quite cocky which, at times, was off-putting. He couldn’t understand himself why he found this man to be so attractive with a personality that was over-the-top. Who else would get into an argument in front of a school over a parking spot? Well, there were perhaps others, but Michael had yet to meet those people.

In the end, the high school student was able to let out a sigh of relief when Yato agreed to move his motorcycle. That was another thing he liked about the raven haired man. He was quite obedient when Michael told him to do something despite sometimes doing it begrudgingly. Watching Yato get on his bike, he was ready to exchange farewells and then silently anticipate seeing him tomorrow after school where he, hopefully, wouldn’t be illegally parked. 

"How long are you gonna keep ducking and dodging me? Huh? "

Michael simply shrugged his shoulders as an answer. He didn't see a problem in playing a cat-and-mouse game, especially since it tested Yato’s loyalty before they got into a relationship. He had never dated anyone before and wanted his first relationship to be a good one. Sure, it seemed counterproductive to think that way and to want to date a bad boy, but Michael only found himself attracted to people who could spice up his life. He didn’t want someone boring who played by the rules. 

"Do you trust me?"

“I…” He held onto the helmet Yato handed to him, staring at his reflection which looked back at him, “I trust you to take me home.” He spoke carefully before placing the protective great on his head and then taking the seat behind Yato. 

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> Yeah. Sure. Head to my place, key is under the mat. Help yourself- gotta stop at the store, text me if you want something. <

Alexander couldn’t help but smile when Kaito texted him back, and the reply was fast too! Well, it was normal for Kaito to reply fast unless he was in a class or occupied with his job. He was the only one who could make the older man smile with his texts, even from the simple “Good morning” and “Good night” messages which he sent daily. Despite this, Alex had never looked at Kaito in a way that was beyond that of a friend or as a client. Technically, they were dating, but he had only said “yes” to humor the boy. He couldn’t really tie himself down with one person, not with his job, and the high school student had way too much on his plate to satisfy him. 

>  Alright. See you soon. <

Getting up from the king sized bed, Alexander tossed on his clothes that were left scattered around the room - a white dress shirt and black suit jacket paired near the entrance, briefs at the foot of the bed, black slacks against the wall, and his socks and shoes midway between the door and the bed. He grabbed his phone and wallet before he headed out of the room. The hotel Alex had stayed overnight at was not far from where Kaito lived, so he decided to jog to the other’s residence. He made no effort to hide the scattered hickeys on his arms and neck, nor the rope burn on his wrists. He knew Kaito would take care of them. 

[Sosuke0549]

Yato waited for the blondes answer and smirked when he said that he trusted him to take him home.
"I'll take you home..." He watched as the boy put on his helmet and climbed on the back of his bike. "Eventually ~"
He took Michael's hand and placed it around his waist. "Hold on tight."

And before Michael could protest, he took off. There was nothing more freeing then speeding down the streets on a motorcycle. The wind pressing against your body. The thrill and rush of little to no protection and the adrenaline pumping through your vains!  He knew where Michael lived, but Yato made sure to drive past his street, heading straight towards the mountains and out of town.

It would be about an hour drive, but he was hoping Michael wouldn't protest, after all, he was doing this for him. As he drove up the huge mountain, the sun was beginning to set, painting the rivers and trees below with a beautiful glow. On the road up Shiki mountain, cars began to line the street, as they grew closer to their destination. Yato quickly parked his bike close to the mountains entrance, the perkes of having a motorcycle and not a car. The stone stairs that were carved into the side of the mountain made the four mile climb to the top easier than having no path at all. At the top of the mountain was the Shiki temple were a festival was underway. That explained the heavy traffic and the many people out in the middle of no where. He turned off his bike, and hopped off, setting his helmet aside.
"You said you liked surprises...let's go.."

It was by luck that Yato found out about this festival, but the timing couldn't be more perfect. He had never been to Shiki mountain, much less to a temple so it would be something new for both of them. He approached the stairs to heaven, and snatched Michael's hand, holding it firmly."Its the least you can do, so don't protest. " He winked, he knew Michael wasn't a big fan of PDA, mostly because he didn't want anyone to know that they were seeing each other but, Yato was hoping that today he could make an exception. The likely hood of Michael running into someone he knew here in this sea of people was unlikely. So together they began to embark up the stone stairs.

Walking up the mountain would take some time, so Yato filled that time by getting to know Michael. He told the blond about his day, his job, his likes and dislikes. Even shared a few jokes with him keeping things light and fun. The last thing he wanted to do was make Michael nervous.
"But enough about me...what about you...I'm surprised you haven't called the cops on me yet..." He teased. The moment there eyes met, the very first thing Yato had said to Michael was, "I'm gonna make you mine. " Not really the best pick up line, but he had said it with such seriousness...that it was probably more intimidating for Michael than sexy. "You know...I've never been here before...or to a festival...Glad I brought you along."


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Kaito sighed as he stood in front of a freezer, his eyes scanning over all the different types of ice cream this place had to offer. He had picked up everything he needed to make dinner, but since Alexander was coming over, he figured his "boyfriend" would want something sweet to eat, however..he couldn't remember what kind of ice cream he liked. After standing there with a blank expression on his face for a good three minutes, he decided on vinalla, slipping it into his shopping basket. He also took the liberty of adding bandages and healing ointment to his shopping list.

After paying for his things, he quickly thanked the cashier and headed out. He didn't live very far, but when he turned the corner he was surprised to see Alexander running down the street towards him.

The moment there eyes met he forced a smile, waving him down, but the closer Alexander got to him, the clearer he could see the marks his client had left. The boy really had no shame...or was it dignity?
He stared at the hickeys that decorated his body and the bright red rope burns on his wrists. They looked...painful.
"Hey..fancy meeting you here.." He smiled again, reaching out and taking Alexanders hands so he could get a closer look at his burns. "I wish you'd take better care of yourself." He whsipered and gently laid a kiss them, not caring if anyone else saw.
"Come on...let's walk together. " He held Alexanders hand tightly, as if wanting to reassure him that he was safe with him.

[YellowMelon]

Darn it, he should have expected Yato to pull something like this. Then again, he wasn’t entirely upset with the situation he was in. In fact, he wasn’t upset at all. He had already completed his homework and had nothing better to do for the rest of the day. If he were to have gone home, whether by Yato or by taxi, he would have just chilled in his room and played a few mobile dating games. Hanging out with Yato was a much better alternative. 

Michael wrapped his arms tightly around the other’s waist and leaned his head - or helmet - against his back. Riding on a motorcycle was both thrilling and scary. The grip he had on Yato surely would’ve hurt the driver if Michael had more strength and muscles in his arms. He watched as they drove past cars and eventually passed his street. So, Yato really was taking him someplace that wasn’t his home. It’s not like he had thought the older man was liar, but he didn’t want to set his hopes too high. The longer he was on the motorcycle, however, the less relaxed he became. He was starting to feel a little sick to his stomach. Not in a way that he would throw up, but the feeling went away as Yato started to slow down, thanks to the traffic. When the motorcycle finally stopped, Michael put his feet on the ground and held onto Yato’s arm to steady himself. The motorcycle ride was clearly a new experience for him.

“I did say I like surprises,” the blonde confirmed, “Although I don’t remember when I said that.” Had he told him when they first met at the bar? Was it after school one day? Had it been through a text? Well, it couldn’t be the last, he didn’t text Yato much just to tease him. Either way, he had to give credit for Yato recalling a fact that he hadn’t even remembered he told him. Michael looked up in awe when they were at the foot of the mountain. He appreciated Yato bringing him to wherever they were - a location which he had never visited before - but did he really think he could climb those stairs? He gladly took the taller man’s hand instead of swatting it away this time. He was going to need all the support he could get if he wanted to make it to the top, but he would definitely be out of breath. He wondered why Yato didn’t seem bothered by the seemingly endless stairs. Had he been prepping for this day somehow? Truthfully, Michael was just weak. He didn’t engage in any sports-related activities or daily exercises to build up his muscles. 

The blonde patiently listened as Yato went on and on about himself. He wasn’t bothered by him talking because Michael liked his voice and it reminded him that they were together. Him and Yato. Not yet dating but just in each other’s presence. He kept his eyes glued to the stairs as they kept stepping up one step and then another. When Yato finally gave him an opportunity to talk, and mentioned that this was his first time here, Michael briefly glanced up at his companion with a smile. “I haven’t been here either. I’m excited about the festival.” He paused to think before he continued. “Sometimes I come close to calling the cops on you but then I’d miss it if I didn’t get to see your face or hear your voice calling to me after school.” He certainly wouldn’t anticipate leaving school as much as he did now, knowing he had the high possibility of seeing Yato. “In regard to my day, there’s nothing exciting about going to high school. I did make a couple of new friends who are underclassmen, but I think they just swarm around me because of how I look. They don't stay to chat much.” 

Michael suddenly stopped on the stone step they were on and looked up at Yato, staring straight into his eyes. “Alright, my legs are tired. If you really like me, you’ll piggyback me the rest of the way.” 

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What a pleasant surprise! Alexander slowed down his speed when he saw Kaito within his view, leaving the convenience store he mentioned he’d stop by in his text. He waved to the other at a distance and then stopped once in front of him, unable to hide the smile on his face. He had expected to arrive at Kaito’s place before the homeowner, so he really had no reason to be running, but he still felt like he had a lot of energy. Every time he was able to see Kaito he always felt excited due to the limited days and time they could actually meet. While he enjoyed texting the other and sometimes engaging in phone calls, nothing beat seeing him in person. So, he didn’t mind the kiss he received or them holding hands in public. Rarely did a client ever approach him beyond their appointments anyway. He gave Kaito’s hand a quick squeeze and happily walked closely by his side.

One thing he could do without was Kaito’s concern for him. Every time he saw him, the first words out of his mouth, besides a generic greeting, was usually something about self-care. Alexander thought he took decent care of himself regardless of what happened in bed. He was genuinely happy with his life and work. Kaito didn’t seem to be aware of that. If Alex wanted to, he could stop having sex with his clients and still make a livable income, but then his job wouldn’t be as much fun. It seemed like Kaito thought he was sleeping around only for money and Alex made no effort to convince him otherwise. Besides the stories he liked to share with Kaito about his workday or talking about certain clients, he wanted to keep his private life and work life separate. He didn’t expect to see the younger man at his job and he didn’t talk about Kaito when working. 

“If I take care of myself, then I won’t have a reason to see you.” He stated. “Anyway, what did you buy?” The escort then questioned, attempting to peak into the bag Kaito was holding. 

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When Yato made his comment about Michael calling the cops on him someday he paused a little surprised by the boys answer. So...he was growing on him. He smirked mischievously.
"Is that so?...Good to know~"

 “In regard to my day, there’s nothing exciting about going to high school. I did make a couple of new friends who are underclassmen, but I think they just swarm around me because of how I look. They don't stay to chat much.” 

"How you look? Hahahahah...Can you blame them? They can look all they want...just don't let them touch you."He winked. He contuied to climb the stairs until he noticed that Michael had stopped. Yato turned back to look down at the blond. He met his gaze looking rather serious saying,

 “Alright, my legs are tired. If you really like me, you’ll piggyback me the rest of the way.” 

For a brief moment Yato's expression was blank as Micheal's words reminded him of something his ex would of once said....He was always proving to him how much he loved him...but Alexander never did the same for him....

He quickly shook his head, coming out of his thoughts and offering Micheal a forced smile. "You're lucky I like you..." He turned and knelt down so Micheal could get on his back, once he did, he stood with easy and began to walk again.
" Just know...you'll owe me one~"He snickered. "I guess we gotta work on your stamina...especially if your going to be dating me." He smirked, squeezing the others behind just a little in order to tease him. He laughed at Micheal's reaction. He was so cute when he was flustered.

When Yato reached the top of the mountain and finally released Micheal. He let out a heavy sigh. Carrying Micheal left him slightly sweaty and parched. He quickly rubbed the sweat off his forehead, glancing back at the blond. "What...you think your light as a feather." He nudged him. Joking.

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It was hard to put into words what Alexander and Kaito had. It was hard for Kaito to explain to anyone how he felt about Alexander. Whenever he began to doubt his significance in Alexander's life...they would meet up and Alexander would look at him with such...excitement in his eyes. And for a brief moment...he could forget. Forget the fact that Alexander was bending over backwards for other guys with money. Forget that he was willing opening his legs to stranger after stranger. Forget that he'd kiss and tease other guys that weren't him. Forget that he wasn't the only man who saw him naked...

For a brief moment...he could forget but it never lasted very long. Not when he constantly saw the marks, bruises and hickies Alexander's client's left. Deep down it sometimes hurt and he wondered if Alexander secretly hated him. Wondered if he enjoyed hurting his feelings over and over and over again....was he...mocking him?

And there it was...Alexander's slight irration for his concern for him...

“If I take care of myself, then I won’t have a reason to see you.” 

Deflecting.

Kaito hid behind his smile. Not showing or expressing his inner thoughts or feelings. If he did...he knew Alexander would dump him in a heartbeat. Why do you need a reason to come see me?.... Why isn't this...enough?

 “Anyway, what did you buy?”

"Dinner...and some other things...but I did buy you some ice cream. You like vanilla...right?"

This was Kaito’s first relationship...and he knew it was odd. He knew that he was being naive but...he saw the void Alexander had....and he so desperately wanted to fix it. He reminded him of his mother...and perhaps that was the reason he stuck around. Perhaps he wanted to save him somehow.