by Lara Yokoshima

This is an alternate universe (AU) fiction, based on the Project: Unigenitus main characters. It can also have some small appearances of characters from other of my stories. Nothing written on this story can be related to PU, except for some character behaviors and names.

IX. Special Needs

Yamah walked through the door to his room, closing it immediately before dropping his body onto the nearest bed. He rested for a few moments but soon he began undoing his pants and shirt, taking them off in a matter of seconds and leaving only his briefs on. He didn’t like to sleep with any kind of clothing but since he was now living with another person, he had to keep at least his underwear on. The youth turned his body to his right side, holding the pillow with both hands and sinking his face on it.

Then he smelled it; the faint essence of Eiji’s hair on the soft, white pillow. It was then that Yamah realized he was not on his bed, but on his friend’s. Apparently he was too disturbed by what had happened minutes ago at the night club to notice where his own bed was.

Koji…, the young man then remembered what had happened in the bathroom that night. Why did you do that? What just happened? Yamah was trying to find some logic in his friend’s actions as he squeezed the pillow, letting the faint aroma of Eiji’s hair flow inside his nostrils. After a long time, he finally realized what his blonde friend was trying to do during all these years of so-called friendship. Yamah was more or less aware of it, but didn’t accept it until now because it was so damn clear.

He felt frustrated, useless, and incapable of understanding it or how to react to it. Yamah closed his eyes tightly, trying to dismiss for once all his worries and have a good night sleep. Of course it was inevitable that his thoughts would return to that scene once again. How Koji’s breath softly caressed his lips, how his friend’s arms crossed around him with such strength. Suddenly Yamah changed something in that memory; what if Koji wasn’t the one who almost kissed him?

Eiji, the silver haired boy instantly thought. He imagined the brunette using almost the same approach, only that this time Yamah accepted the kiss. As Eiji’s lips got closer to his own, he could almost feel the moisture of the brunette’s mouth so close to his. Then, after a few seconds, they finally joined their lips; first with a soft touch, but then with a savage passion that he never imagined.

Yamah was already feeling his body react to that simple illusion as he tentatively caressed his own lips with his fingers. His breathing was still slow paced, but his heart was already pumping with strength. Just inhaling Eiji’s subtle smell on the pillow was enough to fuel his fantasy. His briefs felt already uncomfortable, too tight for his growing erection that demanded free space.

The young man then stopped his thoughts abruptly. What the hell am I doing? This is not…, he was about to think of the ‘good’ word, but the fact was that he felt amazingly pleased with this. He had suffered from nocturnal erections once in a while and his usual remedy was to take a cold shower and make it disappear as soon as possible. He even felt ashamed of his own body, which didn’t respond to his brain’s orders to make the reactions stop.

But this time was different. He didn’t have the urge to take a shower and make it disappear; at least not in the same way. With insecurity, Yamah began pulling his briefs down a little, until his already stiff manhood was completely outside. He shivered when he felt the fresh air caress that part of his body as he returned his hands near his blushed face. He was feeling very confused in that moment, not knowing what to do next to relieve the pain he was feeling.

His left hand moved unconsciously, very slowly down his stomach. He could feel the warmth of his erection, touching the very tip of it with his index finger. Yamah let out a soft moan. It felt good. He tried again, this time with the rest of his hand.

“Hn…” The youth moaned once again, his hand now holding all of his warm erection. He bit the thumb of his free hand with his teeth softly when he began carefully caressing his erection with only his fingers around it. He didn’t dare to do anything else at the moment, for this was already giving him a lot of satisfaction.

This is so strange, the silver haired youth thought, never stopping his hand’s movements. Why is the thought of Eiji making my body react like this? He is only a friend… right? Then, why am I doing this?! Yamah thought as he half opened his eyelids. He kept rubbing, his mouth slightly opened to let his heavy breathing come in and out in a rhythmic fashion.

He couldn’t stop. It felt too damn good and he continued rubbing, this time tightening his hand and moving it a bit faster. Eiji, I hate you, the silver haired teen thought while clenching his teeth, never stopping his hand’s movements for one second. Because you are making me do this, he continued speaking in his mind, this… embarrassing thing!

Yamah couldn’t deny the pleasure he was feeling in those moments though. He could sense that with a few more strokes, he could finally free himself from all the accumulated pain he felt. The young man continued what he was doing; never relenting as he finally reached the peak of the exquisite delight he was experiencing that moment. Knowing what was coming, he rapidly placed his other hand over the tip of his hard erection, preventing the fluids that now came from it in short spurts from falling to the bed or floor. The young man gasped and moaned a few times until his body found the relief it was looking for.  He slowed the pace of his hand little by little; it was finally over.

“Haa…” Yamah let out a notorious sigh, breathing hard a few more times. His body felt absolutely good, but his mind was reproaching him of what he had done. The young man then looked at his wet hand with curiosity. He noticed the white liquid all over his palm, and he immediately stood up from the bed and ran into the bathroom, washing the remains of it with an expression of disgust in his face.

He felt scared in a way, not because of what his body was capable of doing, but because of what had caused it to react like this. He felt so mortified that now he thought he could never face Eiji again, even though the brunette would never know what just happened. Yamah stared at his watch; it was 3:00 in the morning.

I should try to get some sleep, the youth thought as he returned to the bedroom, landing on his own bed.

It was morning when Yamah felt the sunrays enter his open curtains and hit his weary face. He had troubles sleeping last night; many annoying thoughts crossed his mind not allowing him to rest well. That, of course, was after he had ‘enjoyed’ himself.

Yamah placed both of his hands over his face, rubbing it a little and trying to wake up faster. He looked at his watch; it was 8:35 AM already. The young man stood up from his bed, not before giving a short glance at Eiji’s. It was still a little messy from last night and he decided to arrange it so the brunette wouldn’t notice anything. He then went directly to the bathroom and raised the lid of the toilet.

I feel so bad… the young man thought as he finished and flushed the toilet. His head felt a bit dizzy, perhaps because he couldn’t sleep well the entire night. I should have never left Eiji like that… he just wanted to help. Haaa… but then again, I can’t help but admit he makes me feel anxious when he is around. Yamah sighed. He stared at the shower to his right with half opened eyes, still feeling a bit sleepy. A shower will help me wake up.

Taking off his underwear, he entered the bathtub and turned the hot water knob on. The water was still cold, but after a few seconds it became warmer and warmer. Yamah closed his eyes, feeling the warm water flow down from head to toe while the fantasy of Eiji came to him, dreaming that the brunette would embrace him from his back with a soft touch. The young man then shook his head, hitting it a little with his hand as he tried to dismiss the alluring thought. Stop, stop, stop! What is wrong with me?! Eiji is just a friend… a friend!

Finishing his shower, Yamah took a towel and came out of the bathroom after drying himself. He took a pair of jeans from his closet, taking off the towel around his waist and letting it fall to the floor. He didn’t feel like using underwear that day, so he put the jeans on immediately. He took a plain white t-shirt and put it on too. His stomach began protesting with soft squeaks immediately after. Yamah placed a hand over his stomach, now feeling really hungry.

I should go grab something at the cafeteria, the white haired boy thought, as he took his favorite black boots and put them on before rapidly taking his keys and opening the door.  The long corridor of the dormitory felt strangely calm and silent. Maybe it’s the time, is now 9:13 AM and most people sleep really late in the morning. I’m such a freak, getting up at this hour.

Yamah reached the elevator. Until that moment he didn’t try to wonder where Eiji was; the brunette probably had to sleep with someone else since he didn’t appear sleeping on his bed that morning. Where could he be? Yamah questioned as the elevator doors opened and he resumed his walk to the cafeteria.

With a long yawn the brunette regained consciousness, opening his eyes a bit as he felt the sunrays filling the entirety of the room. Half of his head was still under the sheets of the bed, a bed that didn’t belong to him. He rubbed his eyes a little with his right hand, trying to wake up as soon as possible. He looked at his watch, still on his left arm. 9:30 AM?! Shit! Yamah must be up already! I need to hurry if I want to catch him for breakfast.

Taking off the sheets from his naked boy, he sat over the edge preparing to stand up, but a strong hand grabbed his right arm in the moment he was rising from the bed.

“Where do you think you’re going?” a low, husky male voice asked the surprised brunette. Taking off the sheets from his spiky blonde head, a pair of deep blue eyes stared directly into Eiji’s golden ones.

“I have to go, Kenji” the brunette replied with decision in his voice, as he pulled his arm back from the ash blonde’s grip. Taking his clothes from the floor, he quickly started to dress up; Kenji stood up from the bed, his strong naked body slowly approaching Eiji’s, instantly embracing him and not letting the brunette move another inch.

“What about your pay?”, the blonde reminded the other boy, who just stood there without moving.

“You can pay me later, I’m in a hurry”.

“As you wish” Kenji let the brunette go, smiling to himself as he returned to the bed. The brunette finished putting his shoes on and he quickly opened the door of the room, exiting it with haste.

“See you next weekend!” Kenji exclaimed before Eiji could close the door, but the brunette didn’t respond. After a few seconds, the blonde man began chuckling first, becoming later a long laughter. You are now mine, Yokoshima Eiji.

Yamah reached the cafeteria, walking with slow steps through the opened crystal doors. The faint aroma of breakfast was caught by his sensitive nose and his stomach made more noises.  He could finally appease his hunger. He noticed that only a few students were there; most of them taking a fast breakfast so they could continue working on their personal computers.

“I would like some of this and juice please” the young man approached the counter and pointed at some steamed rice with miso soup and tamagoyaki* to the lady that was behind it. He received a tray with the breakfast he ordered and went directly to one of the free tables near the window.
*It's sometimes called Japanese-style egg roll. Japanese-style egg roll is often served for Japanese-style breakfast.

Taking the wooden sticks and breaking them apart, Yamah tasted his food, eating it patiently. He was casually staring outside the window when he saw someone familiar walking near the cafeteria. The young, white-haired man felt instantly surprised, and scared in a way.

“Koji?” a frowning Yamah pronounced his friend’s name, noticing how the blonde approached the building before disappearing from Yamah’s sight, apparently also coming for some breakfast. Oh, man… please don’t let him come in here, the white haired boy begged in his mind. Unfortunately, he later saw the blonde entering the cafeteria.

It seemed that Koji didn’t notice Yamah yet, for he got closer to the counter to get some breakfast. Yamah sighed and felt a bit relieved.  He tried not to catch the blonde’s attention by covering his face a little with his hand over the table. To Yamah’s misfortune, the blonde had already noticed his friend sitting at the table near the window. The white haired boy peeked a bit, and he saw how Koji approached him with slow and somewhat hesitant steps.

“May I sit down?” the soft voice of the blonde asked Yamah. The young man looked up to see his friend’s serious face, which was waiting for his answer. Yamah couldn’t bring himself to say, “Leave me alone”, so he accepted with a nod of his head. Koji sat down in front of him, putting his tray over the table and staying silent for a little while.

“Yamah…”

“What?” the white haired boy interrupted with a serious face, showing a mix of anger and disappointment.

Koji sighed. This was not going to be something easy to explain. There he was, sitting in front of the man who once considered him his best and only friend in the whole world. But now, Yamah looked like he didn’t want to see his face anymore.

“I… I want to apologize to you. About last night.” The blonde tried to be as subtle as he could, but it seemed Yamah still didn’t want to talk to him at all. “I’m sure you think I’m an idiot right now, that I don’t even deserve your friendship anymore or something like that. But I just want you to know that I’m truly sorry if you felt uncomfortable with me last night.”

“I don’t give a shit anymore. Let’s just forget about it” Yamah replied, resuming his breakfast and looking outside the window not wanting to see Koji’s eyes.

“Please, look at me” Koji pleaded to his friend. He felt so rejected, he thought of giving up in that moment. But he must keep trying. Still, Yamah didn’t look at him in the eyes.

“You see?! That’s the problem with you!” Koji couldn’t remain silent anymore. He raised his voice so that Yamah would listen to him. The white haired boy was now looking at him, a bit surprised of his friend’s reaction. “You never want to face the facts. You always run away. Is that your way of solving your problems?”

Yamah stared at the blonde with unbelieving eyes. “What the fuck do you mean?”

“What you heard,” Koji said with his heart enraged. “I know I did wrong that night at the night club. I accept that. But why can’t you just accept my feelings for you?”

“Ok, I’m through with this shit” Yamah quickly stood up from his seat, leaving his breakfast and Koji behind.

“There you go again, running away” Koji stood up too, making Yamah stop with his words. The other youngster turned around, facing the blonde one more time. He looked really angry this time as he returned to stand just mere inches away from Koji.

“Listen to me. What you did last night was reckless and stupid, knowing that I would never want something like that with you” Yamah responded with a harsh tone. “You are only a friend, if even that now, and even now, you think I could forgive you that easily?!”

An uncomfortable silence came next. Yamah turned around again, walking as fast as he could and exiting the building. Koji just stood there for a few seconds, but then he started running after his friend, catching up with him at the stairs of the cafeteria.

“Yamah!” the blonde shouted, stopping at the top of the stairs looking how his friend kept walking away. “I love you”, he said with a low voice, hoping his friend would hear him. Yamah slowed his pace a bit; he had heard what Koji said. He sighed deeply and then continued walking.

Koji felt like a horrible person in that moment. He sat over the stairs, placing his hands over his face. A small tear came flowing down from his hazel eyes while he tried to not cry desperately. “You coward…” Koji finally whispered, raising his sight, his friend not in view anymore.

Koji stayed there for a long time with his head between his crossed arms over his legs until he heard the machine of a car coming near him. He raised his sight once again, and he saw an impressive black car stopping in front of him, driven by a black haired young man who he recognized rapidly. The youth stared at Koji with interest as a wicked smirk appeared in his mouth with subtlety.

“Yamah? Oh… there you are, I finally found you” the brunette said when he found the white haired boy opening the door of their room with a low face. Eiji could notice, and he naturally asked his friend what happened. Yamah sighed deeply, entering their room and sitting over his bed, thinking what to respond.

“Koji… he…” the white haired boy spoke with hesitation. Would it be ok if I let Eiji know what happened?

“It’s ok, you can tell me” the brunette encouraged Yamah, who seemed a bit unsure. He sat besides him, placing a hand over his left shoulder.

“Heh… this is unbelievable” Yamah smiled and chuckled to himself, staring at the floor. “He thinks he loves me, Eiji” the young man then stared directly into Eiji’s eyes, finding some peace in that deep golden color.

“Really?” the brunette stared at his friend with compassion and understanding.

“That’s what happened in the night club’s restroom last night” Yamah’s heart pounded with strength while he explained the whole thing to Eiji. The brunette listened to him patiently, never interrupting, as Yamah let out all his grief in front of him.

“I didn’t know what to say this morning when he said it to me directly. I was too scared, so I told him these terrible things. I think I was too harsh on Koji” Yamah expressed himself with true sorrow in his voice. Eiji, who had been patiently listening all this time, decided to embrace his friend with his right arm feeling sympathy for him. He didn’t expect though, that Yamah would embrace him back with both his arms, placing his head over Eiji’s chest. He must feel really depressed, the brunette thought as he embraced him back.

Eiji felt the warmth of Yamah’s body so close to him, making him tighten his arms around the white haired youth. Yamah reacted, as he sunk his face between Eiji’s collarbone and neck. The brunette started to blush: feeling how Yamah’s lips rubbed a little of the skin of his neck while his heart started palpitating with a stronger beat. In that moment, both boys separated a little from their embrace, their faces really close as they stared directly into each other’s eyes.

Yamah didn’t know what to do, but the brunette closed his lips to his own. Yamah felt a bit insecure, but after all this time he finally could get what he wanted. Eiji pressed his lips against Yamah’s, kissing him tenderly, slowly. The white haired boy tried to imitate Eiji’s movements, kissing him back with a bit of hesitation. He opened his mouth a bit, allowing Eiji to kiss him a bit more deeply. Yamah felt dizzy all of a sudden, grabbing Eiji from the back of his shirt firmly. The brunette then leaned his body over the pillow, pulling Yamah over and closer to him. The young man, now with more confidence in himself, kissed Eiji with more intimacy; both of them were breathing heavier and Yamah broke the kiss, his mouth going down to Eiji’s neck.

“Haa… Ya--“ the brunette moaned a bit as he felt how the white haired boy went lower, kissing his neck with some sort of desperate hunger. “Ya…Yashiro…”

Yamah stopped his kisses when he heard that name. Eiji gasped as he saw how the other young man noticed him whispering the name in front of him.

“What did you call me?” Yamah asked with a frown, standing up immediately to see Eiji directly on the eyes. But the brunette didn’t say a thing, staying silent and not knowing what to answer. It’s been a long time since someone called me by my real name, the white haired boy thought while he stared directly into Eiji’s eyes.

“H-how do you know my real name?” the young man questioned Eiji, who was now sitting over the bed, again not knowing what to answer. “Only my mother and my father know that”.

Eiji stood up, facing Yamah who was still very confused. “They’re not the only ones who know. You are missing someone” the brunette replied.

Missing someone? Yamah thought Eiji could have asked them, but that was impossible since he didn’t know where he lived. Yamah was left astounded when the brunette continued with the following words:

“I also know your real name, aniki*”.

*Aniki = a very intimate way of saying brother in Japanese