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The Long Way Home	By : CarmieHime Category: +S to Z > Sensitive Pornograph Views: 1158 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The original characters (Aki, Ueno, and Master), as well as the situations I base this fic off of, are the property of Ashika Sakura. I have never, and will not, make any sort of profit from this fangirl-ish endeavor.

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The Long Way Home: Chapter 1
There were a variety of ways that he was used to waking up in the mornings. When he had been out late, drinking with his friends and getting into crazy, young man shenanigans, sometimes he woke up cranky, tired or nauseous. If he had been a good boy and went to bed at a decent hour, he awoke energetic and cheerful. Sometimes, depending on what occurred the day before, he woke up sweaty from a nightmare or confused from a puzzling dream. Being a busy college student, sometimes he forgot to eat and woke up hungry.
Waking up with morning wood, however, was not on Ueno's list of various ways he’d previously faced his mornings. While certainly not odd, they certainly weren’t within his norm.
Being a healthy young adult, he hadn't had a problem with hard-ons in the past. They came, and then they went. He understood that they were a natural part of male existence. His father, part of the health-care world and well educated on the oddities of male anatomy, had talks with all of his boys early on. Ueno had learned early on of the proper ways to deal with them, whether it be concealing the rigidity of his above average- or so the few girls blessed to see it had said- manhood with his schoolbag or baggy clothing, taking a cold shower, envisioning those he found unattractive in the nude, or the tried and true - and also most pleasurable- method of manually finishing the job.
He even understood that his current situation didn't need to have a specific cause. Ueno knew that erections didn't necessarily manifest because of lascivious thoughts. One of his college buddies had even told him during one of their drinking binges that he got an erection daily, mere minutes before being let out of his literature course, and he had no idea as to why.
The only problem was, he’d been having lascivious thoughts lately.
Ueno had viewed the situation logically at first. Erections weren’t that big a deal, right? If Ueno hadn't been dealing with them each morning for the last six days, he would have continued to consider them no big problem. Not being particularly into pleasuring himself excessively, he had found the task of resolving this issue to be bothersome after the first few releases.
By nature, Ueno was an affable, laid back, go-with-the-flow kind of guy, and he could face virtually any situation with a minimum of drama and more than a few bursts of laughter. Originally, the he had found his state slightly amusing; how could he not chuckle at waking up with a hard-on, given what he had just experienced days previous? On the third morning, he hadn't been presented with the opportunity to resolve the issue on his own- it had taken care of itself before he had woken up for the day. His sweats had soaked up the evidence, but he was aware of what had taken place.
The tingling, euphoric feeling had whirled with disorientation. When he’d shaken away the cobwebs that accumulated during his slumber and realized that the cool, wet sensation down there was indicative of a release, mild shook had taken hold. It wasn’t funny anymore.
The third day had marked his slight change in attitude, with mild irritation setting in. He had prayed this wasn't becoming a new habit. He didn't know if he could handle it every stinking morning. Coming was great, as long as it happen when he wanted it to. As it was, the added chores of extra laundry and showers, along with a brief chapter of his life that he had thought was closed re-opening at an alarming rate left him bothered and bewildered.
It had been seven days. Seven days had gone by since his life had been turned upside down- once again. The first had been four days previous to the second. It was amazing, since Ueno had never been foolish enough to let most people have any impact on his life, at least not a large enough impact to alter his lifestyle or mindset. The fact that he had let this occur was crazy in itself. Ueno had girlfriends before, and while he had enjoyed their company to a certain degree, he hadn't been one to get caught up in foolishness or dramatics. As a result, his life had always been relatively peaceful. He stayed away from trouble and his gentle, accepting nature had always turned minor issues into amusing memories.
That was why the origin of his current state remained beyond speculation. How had he gotten here? One slight, genetically perfect, incredibly mesmerizing young man been able to wreak such havoc?
Okay, so many the origin wasn’t unknown- just perplexing.
That incident had him operating on so many wavelengths. If the book of his life before had been written in basic black, today his story was resumed in brightly colored ink. Eating food out of the microwave was something he often did, being a student living on his own, but now it was as if he was eating home cooked foods seasoned with fresh-from-the garden herbs instead of dried and packaged. Those four days following the most sensual, shocking experience of his life had been so very vivid. Then, after running into the man he had never dreamed he would see again seven days ago, every sense object that kissed his senses was almost painful. He relived the experience that he had only believed would be feasible in pointless internet porn almost daily. When he did so, his nerves felt electrically charged, the severed ends continuously fraying and leaving his limbs tingling uncontrollably.
Amazingly, one of the few times he was free from his crazy thoughts that involved that certain man was when he was in the presence of said man. He had been afraid that his morning situations would come back with a rigid vengeance during lunch period, but when he was around Aki, he noticed that Ueno number two was oddly flaccid. This was most likely due to the fact that he was always slightly on edge, which killed any pleasure and allowed no room for dirty thoughts to enter his mind- for too long.
The lack of arousal alone was reason enough to cause Ueno excitement when he entered the school cafeteria each day. He wasn't quite ready to admit to any feelings towards Aki, hateful, romantic, platonic or otherwise, but if nothing else, he was granted relief when they were together.
Ueno supposed he was on edge because there was so much he didn't know about the man. They had spent an afternoon immersed in each other as complete strangers, an experience that still reduced Ueno to a shivering mass in full recollection. Knowing nothing more than the other man's supposed name, he had allowed himself to lose complete control. Ueno had no negative view regarding casual sex, but he didn't place what happened to him in that same category. What had happened between the two of them was nothing short of amazing and mind-altering. Ueno couldn't identify it as right or wrong, but regardless of good or evil, it had been life-changing.
Try as he might, he didn't think he would ever forget Aki's face, even if they never met again. Ueno was always able to picture the way Aki’s eyes smoldered as they stared into his own, the slight parting of his perfect lips as he panted heavily with each rough thrust, the soft mewls that escaped Aki's throat as he clung to Ueno. He remembered vividly how Aki's pale skin seemed to almost gleam in the light of the living room, the curves and angles of the other man's body, and how he seemed to be all silk, stretched over taut muscle. It was obvious, even under the vintage jeans that Aki seemed to favor at school. Ueno hadn’t clearly noticed the slight widow’s peak that only showed when Aki was running his fingers through his hair, or just how thin and delicate those fingers were, with their neatly shaped, short nails. It struck Ueno how much more vivid his recollections became each time he allowed himself to remember that day.
Along with the relief he felt, he was also granted the pleasure of spending a good thirty minutes daily with the man. They had no classes together, so Ueno was only blessed with his presence during their break periods, which happened to be at the same time. Aki typically sought him out, although Ueno didn't clearly understand why the gorgeous guy would even want to see him now. Aki was an exceptionally attractive man, who even in the most casual and understated clothing always appeared impeccably dressed and could spend time with any one he chose.
Aki wasn't particularly talkative, so often there was silence, but it wasn't necessarily awkward. Ueno figured that if Aki didn't want to see him and the conversation was bothersome, he wouldn't track him down every day. Because of that, the silence didn't faze him too badly, and in fear of scaring Aki off, Ueno didn't ask questions in excess. Ueno supposed he should be flattered that Aki spent time with him, but more often he felt confusion. He wasn't self-conscious, but he was realistic, and cliques did exist even at the college level. Ueno was the type that was well-liked by everyone on an individual basis, but he didn't automatically fit into every social circle. He just expected that he and Aki, seeming to be so dramatically different, wouldn't be drawn to each other in social settings. While he was very social and spent adequate time with his friends, he was just as likely to go home and do his schoolwork or make a little side money through a part time job. As a result, he wasn't one of the most popular students, merely well-known and liked by most.
Shit.
Ueno grimaced as he tugged on a pair of socks. His thoughts had directed his focus to an issue that should have long since been remedied. He needed to start hitting the pavement in search of a new job. Honestly, he should have started the hunt over a week ago, but he hadn't had the proper motivation. He had considered skipping his classes yesterday in order to do just that, but he hadn't wanted to miss the possibly running into Aki.
Right then, Ueno made himself a promise to resume his job search immediately after his lessons later that afternoon. He would then have all weekend to fill out his applications.
Ueno shuffled to his entryway, stepping into his sneakers and snagging his messenger bag before exiting. He locked the door behind him, and then began to descend the stairs. He had plenty of time to get to class, but having woken up early again, he didn't see the point in sitting around his apartment. After all, school was so much more interesting these days. He'd rather be there than at home.
After he endured his first couple of classes, he'd get to spend a little time with Aki before finishing his day. After all, it was Friday, and he wouldn't have another chance to talk to him until Monday. He had resolved to start getting to know the other man better. If he had been a random stranger, getting to know each other might have been easier. In a sense, Aki was still quite the stranger, but after burying himself in the depths of the other man's body, Ueno felt odd treating him like the average acquaintance. He didn't know the man's full name, his age, his interests, his program of study, nothing. What would make Aki laugh? Was he ticklish? What was his most embarrassing moment? Did he come from a large, crazy wonderful family like Ueno’s own clan? He wanted to know the stuff people usually found out about their partner before they became intimate. Ueno supposed doing everything ass-backwards, as they had, would absolutely result in the type of unease he currently felt.
Ouch. He’d just used the word partner in his head. As if they had something going. As if they spent any time together outside of the college campus, as if they had each other’s phone numbers and were on pleasant, amicable ground.
He had refrained from asking questions previously, as to not make Aki uncomfortable, but they couldn't continue in this manner indefinitely. Ueno whistled as he walked quickly along his normal route to the college campus. He hoped for at least a couple of answers today. He had no idea what type of label the two of them would eventually fit into, but Ueno, who was typically patient, didn't want to wait too long to find out.
In addition, he had other questions to follow along after the basics, but he knew that they were in no way comfortable enough with each other for Ueno to voice his curiosity yet. Those questions would have to wait. They burned in Ueno's mind, the speculations on how Aki had ended up in that closet, what type of relationship he had with his so-called master, and how Aki had felt after leaving. Ueno also couldn't help but wonder about the injuries Aki had incurred, and if he endured that type of treatment regularly.
God, who would treat someone so beautiful and so wonderf-
Ueno cut off his train of thought. What did he know? He quickly sidestepped the subject.
He couldn't wait to hang out with his final pet-sitting charge today, which freaked him out a little. Every emotion proved to be so rewarded, and at the same time unsettling. More than ever, he felt like he was coming closer to a serious upheaval of his very existence. He felt that Aki would be the catalyst of this life altering event, whatever it was. Maybe throwing Aki into the mix would continue to agitate Ueno's life, which had been in a state of equilibrium for far too long. He almost chuckled at the chemistry related analogy. At least he’d remembered something from class. Ueno couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt that today would be different.
Ueno couldn't put his finger on it, but he felt that today would be different. The anticipation remained all morning, making it extremely difficult for him to concentrate during his classes. He felt excitement, meshed with a slight feeling of dread. He couldn't quite explain either one, but didn't pay them much mind. Once he saw Aki, he felt that everything would right itself.
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