บท 4: Chapter 4: The Secret
The interior design of Yuki's house was too minimal that Ryohei could say he could roll on the floor, or even dance. He scanned the whole apartment and concluded most of Yuki's properties were old, just like the exterior. Ryohei then stared at the pacing Yuki.
"Please be seated. I will prepare some drink."
Ryohei watched how fast Yuki making his way to the kitchen. Of course he would since he has been living there. He must have memorized the number of steps to move everywhere in his own territory. Ryohei peeped Yuki from the entrance of the kitchen to see how meticulous Yuki was in handling utensils. He was amazed by Yuki's excellence in reading raised dots pasted on literally everything including the utensils.
Since it was night, Yuki decided to make hot drink. It was quite chilly, hence hot drink warmed them up. The amazement Ryohei felt enlarged as he sipped in Yuki's hot tea. It was surprisingly delicious that Ryohei gaped in disbelief even though Yuki could not see his reaction.
"Do you cook often?" Ryohei really was eager to voice out his compliment. He sat straight on the chair and his shimmering eyes portrayed his excitement. "I can't really say much. Your hot tea... tastes wonderful."
"You surely know how to make me flutter," Yuki's blushed face entertained Ryohei. "I love to cook but my process is slow."
"It's understandable though," Ryohei sipped in once again, "I'm truly astounded by how you manage your things. Despite your incapability, with your skills, I must say you will survive long."
Yuki giggled at Ryohei's way of praising. "It's rare for me to get compliment, but yours is kind of... special." He then continued laughing.
Ryohei gulped in the whole cup of tea. He shoved the empty cup towards Yuki. As expected, Yuki could not understand the action. Ryohei was not asking Yuki to pour some tea for him or such.
He had something to say. But he realized it was still too early.
"Yuki-kun," Ryohei suddenly called Yuki casually.
He wanted to be closer to Yuki. Best friend? Most probably. He wanted to know more about Yuki. Yuki did not seem to get awkward around him. Everything between them was happening smoothly. Noticing the day was reaching its end, Ryohei was disappointed. He has not had enough time with Yuki.
"What is it, Ryohei?" Yuki faced towards the direction where he guessed Ryohei sat at.
"Can we... can we be friends?" Ryohei stuttered but at least he finished his line.
Yuki tilted his head on one side, perplexed. "Why are you asking like that?"
Ryohei ducked his head. The embarrassment he endured until his facial turned red was unbearable. He peeked Yuki at the corner of eyes to see the blind was at sea.
"Well, I uhm, find myself comfortable around you. So I think I can befriend well with you."
"Why are you asking like that? Aren't we already friends since this morning?"
"Are we?"
Ryohei's eyes widened as much as Yuki's. He thought Yuki might just consider him as a stranger who helped him from an accident. He controlled himself not to get overreact. And then, he just discovered Yuki has already considered him as a friend. A company who helped one another. Ryohei's lips curved a smile.
"Or do you mean it in other way?" Yuki tilted his head to the other side. "I will be the bottom then."
"No, no! I don't mean that!" Ryohei quickly denied, "As you can see, I'm into girls. Even though you offer yourself to be my wife, I won't do that to you. You are a man."
Yuki was petrified by Ryohei's determination, but then he brushed it off with a chortle.
"Why don't you? Everyone I met just wanted me to satisfy them on bed. They wanted me to be the bottom so that they could fulfill their sex drive. It's because I'm an intersex."
The silence engulfing them deafened Ryohei. "Wh- What did you say?"
Yuki propped his chin. Instantly, his gaze transformed from a very heart warming look to a seductive glare. The atmosphere changed as pleasant smell filled the room, almost choking Ryohei. Ryohei closed his mouth and nose with his palms as tightly as he could, yet the pheromones still penetrated through his fingers.
"Wait, Yuki!"
Yuki rose from his seat. His hand grazed against the furnitures, as if he was detecting the actual location of Ryohei. Ryohei could grasp what Yuki was about to do, hence he quickly rose and distanced himself from the chair.
What happened to the pure Yuki five minutes ago?
"Yuki, get a grip!" Judging from the unleashed pheromones, Ryohei was confident. Yuki was in heat.
'But why? Why now?'
Ryohei's beastly instinct emerged, but his humanity declined his sex drive. He opened the window pane to release some of the suffocating pheromone, yet it did not help much.
"Yuki, stop this! I beg you!"
Yuki froze at the spot he stood, but he still looked around, finding Ryohei in his range. Ryohei groaned as his member was becoming hard.
'This isn't right!' Ryohei did not want to obey to his sexual desire. Yuki was in heat, out of the blue, but it did not mean to give consent to Ryohei to conquer Yuki. Yuki was weaker than him, and he must be Yuki's protector, not the one to hurt Yuki.
Ryohei still could not disclose the reason Yuki got into heat.
"Don't you get close to me to have sex with me?" Yuki marched forward once at a time. "Each time those men figured out my sexuality, they did that to me."
"I'm not that kind of man!" Ryohei insisted. "I do want to befriend you because I would like, not because of you're a bottom!"
Yuki seemed dissatisfied by Ryohei's reasoning. "Men are surely born as liars."
"Please believe me, Yuki. I never thought of having sex with you. For your information, I did not know what you are. You exposed yourself!"
The last line halted Yuki from moving. He ceased, and eventually the air was clearing. The atmosphere reverted as before, and Ryohei could breathe in relief.
"I don't mean to mock you. I'm sorry."
Ryohei could not budge from the wall, but his eyes fixated at the sobbing Yuki. It was just in few minutes, but Ryohei accidentally discovered the other side of Yuki - The hermaphrodite.
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