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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 6:42 am
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 8:06 am
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It didn't take Yuu long to finish tidying his room, and once he was he found himself looking for Zayn, not because he wanted to see him, or at least that was what he told himself.... but soon it was obvious that the guy was no where to be found. A cold flash of dread flooded Yuu.... was it possible he had pushed too hard? Possible that he had drove the guy off? He gritted his teeth. Arsehole! Yuu hated it when those around him ignored him or treated him like a kid... and the fact that Zayn was missing made him feel like he was being treated as just that.
Yuu tried to distract himself with other things, but it soon became obvious that he couldn't concentrate without knowing where Zayn was or what had driven him away. After all, the guy was rather a**l when it came to telling Yuu where he was going, what he was doing, and what he wanted Yuu to do.... it was that predictability that made Yuu want to play with him so much, to mess with that stale composure so that he could simply sit back and enjoy the reaction... but this... surely this was too much for just a kiss? It wasn't as if he had raped the guy or something!
In the end Yuu found himself sitting on the sofa, remote in hand as he switched between the channels. His eyes kept looking up at the clock or towards the door as if he was waiting for something. Every minute that passed only made Yuu more and more annoyed. If Zayn came back.... he would give the guy something worth running away from. An evil glint sparkled from his eyes at the anticipation of having the guy squirm and struggle below him.
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Posted: Sat Jul 07, 2012 10:09 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:30 am
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Yuu had long stopped looking at the clock, it was getting rather pathetic, especially considering he knew he was now waiting in the hopes that the guy could come back. Still... two hours and nothing? Well, that actually had Yuu worried. How was he going to explain to his father that he had drove his little pet off? After all, sometimes Yuu feared that Zayn was sleeping with his father. That thought only served to anger Yuu even more.
He was in a foal mood when Zayn did actually come back. Slight shock, hurt and anger flashed across his features evene as he listened to the lame apology. Quickly though Yuu forced his features to return to their emotionless stoic state, it was safer for everyone that way.
Still, his eyes followed as a bag ladened Zayn wandered towards the kitchen. Yuu acted without thinking, pushing himself off the sofa to follow. He didn't give Zayn time to put the bags down when he wrapped his arms around the guy. For a moment just feeling the guy's warm, to confirm that this was real, that Zayn was indeed here was enough.... but a savage urge soon consumed him. "Drop the bags...." He ordered. "...I'm going to f*ck you now." Blunt as always, his voice was laced with the tone that he was used to be listened to and obeyed.... not that Zayn usually did what Yuu said first time, but in this Yuu wasn't sure he was likely to give Zayn a choice.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 5:27 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:25 am
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Zayn's words cut into Yuu, and he let go straight away. Staring at the guy in disbelief for a moment before turning and walking away, he puased at the kitchen door though, and although he didn't look back at Zayn -not trusting what he might do if he did- he spoke; "Who said anything about rape. We both know you want me." He sighed, "Then again, I guess my father keeps you well satisfied." With that he walked off, not pausing or lingering any longer than he needed.
He found himself back in his study, the books he had started reading still open from earlier, and the hum of his computer sounding out as if nothing had happened, as if Yuu's heart wasn't beating too fast, as if he didn't feel out of control or desperate. F*ck! He hated this feeling. Still, the familar sounds did help calm him a little, at least on the outside. Inside he was a storm, bubbling clouds and thunder that kept striking at random. Yuu tried reading, tried returning to his slice of normality but his skin felt too tight and his brain was roaring in protest. His eyes fell upon the fox mask upon the wall, Yuu had got it three years ago at a fair.... the first year Zayn had come to work for his father. Most knew of Yuu's fondness for the animal, so no one thought anything about him keeping the mask... but perhaps, just perhaps there was a secret meaning behind the thing.
Yuu frowned. He stomach growled, and without thinking he got up and wandered back to the kitchen. He leaned at the doorway but didn't look in, didn't want to see what Zayn was doing though he was sure he could hear the guy inside. "I'm hungry. Feed me." He demanded.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 7:39 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:04 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:20 am
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Yuu had forced himself to work, and before long he had got into the swing of it. That didn't mean that when Zayn knocked and entered he wasn't hyper aware of the guy. And when Zayn kissed his cheek he froze, his fingers pausing on the keyboard. WHAT? He was confused, and as he turned to look at the door as the thing closed. Bringing his hand up to his cheek he couldn't help but wonder about the meaning behind it... but it came down to one thing, he was treated like a kid. Clearly the guy just wanted to keep him sweet.... Yuu HATED being treated like a child.
Still, he decided he would focus on his work and not act like a child. There was no need to give people more of a reason to treat him like one, after all.. he was 17! He was far from a child, he could even drive!
He ate his curry and worked, only emerging from his study a few hours later to take the dish to the kitchen. He dumped it on the side before turning to leave. Where had Zayn got to? No... he wouldn't go looking for the guy. Looking up at the time he cursed, cr*p! He was meant to be ready in an hour to meet some clients of his fathers... or something.... gah! Why him. He hated meeting old people. They smelt funny and looked at him as if they wanted to claim him for their own, as if they ever stood a chance. Yuu was very particular.
"Zayn?" he called. "ZAYN?" Yuu started to walk back to his room, knowing his outfit would be there somewhere. Hopefully it was ready, he didn't want to have to guess what he was to wear... but god, he hoped it wasn't one of those bloody kimono's! He hated getting in those things.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 8:29 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:04 am
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 10:20 am
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Yuu didn't say anything as he was helped into the kimono, he simply did was was needed. Though he did blush when the guy complimented how good he looked. "You just like me suffering.... don't you?" He said blandly, not really wanting to look at the guy directly right now in fear that he commented on the heat that was flooding to his cheeks.
Yuu moved with a practised grace and sat on the egde of the bed, hating how the sash restricted his movements. He closed his eyes for a moment, seeking composure and calm, around his fathers business men Yuu would do nothing out of place, saying anything inapproapriately... no... he would be the perfect son. It was part of the reason why his father enjoyed him being there, for his little act caught quite a lot of attention from those around them... including offers of marriage. Something Yuu was far from interested in. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked at the clock on the wall. "Let's go then." He said, standing again. They have just over half and hour, but half of that would likely be eaten away with the drive. "Are you driving? Or someone else?" Much to Yuu's dislike Zayn wasn't always with him, quite often he was forced to suffer the company of the old men his father generally employed, and after his mothers death Yuu decided he had had more than enough of old men.
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 11:58 am
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