Hunted

It was about goddamn time! That morning, time seemed to be moving backwards, but eventually lunch break came. Nele had left the kittens at home to be taken care of by Lee, as scary a thought as it was, and went to work. Still there was one main thing on his mind. Kiyoshi. Why? No clue.

It was that dumb blond's fault for putting that idea of dating in his head. Such a ridiculous idea it was, but still, just five past noon, he found himself walking into the arcade and scanning the crowd of faces. Stupid idea. He should have used the lunch hour to actually get food. There was no reason why the one he sought would be there then. Still, even with that in mind he made no move to leave. Nele made his way through the groups of kids toward the pinball machines.

There he was! He spotted Kiyoshi around one of the fighting machines, but he looked busy with some other people. For a moment Nele battled with himself about whether or not to say anything, but figured he could wait until the guy was done. Instead of standing there like an idiot, he found a free game nearby and went to it, popping in a quarter to save the world from hybrid ape-like aliens.

The Japanese was obviously too caught up in the game to notice him, even if the guy he was playing with seemed to be an early teen, shorter than Nele and not the type one'd typically see betting. Then again, perhaps there was no money at stake; it was lunchtime, after all. When the game finally ended, Nele was disappointed to realise that the next guy in line proceeded to make his way next to Kiyoshi, and soon a new game was underway.

He glanced at his watch to see how much time he had left before he had to get back to work. A little less than 50 minutes, but he was never late so he figured his boss would forgive one time. Would he ever get a chance to speak without the fear of interrupting something?

Someone bumped him from the side, and he looked over to see some highschool jock playing the game next to him – some sort of cheesy Hefner game – with some rowdy friends. Annoying bastards. Nele considered letting it go, only to get pushed against his alien machine, getting jabbed in the ribs with a corner. "Watch what you're doing, shitbrain!" He shoved the jerk away from him and rubbed his sore side. "You can't just go around throwing your big hemorrhoid of an ass into people like that. Who died and make you king of fuck-all?"

The jerk just stared at him for a moment before turning back to his friends and breaking into hysterical laughter. Dumbasses...

"What's so funny?" As Nele looked up, he quickly identified the voice coming from one of Kiyoshi's friends - the one whose name he didn't know. As the black-haired guy stepped over to stand next to him, he wrapped an arm around his waist; the redhead couldn't help but wish it was Kiyoshi who did.

Soon, the Japanese had joined them too. The jocks – most of which were still laughing – looked at them and King Fuck-all shrugged in that 'do-you-really-have-to-ask' way. "Alright guys, shut up. You hurt the baby's itty bitty feelings."

"Oh that's going to far, you worthless piece of dog shit!" Without a second thought, Nele launched himself into the air, using his whole body to knock the bastard to the ground, and nailed the guy in the nose with a fist. In the corner of his eye, he spotted the Orientals block the other guys' passage.

He felt the jerks hands enclose around his chest and under his arm as the guy tried to pry him off. It wasn't hard to do so, but Nele kept swinging his fists. He was pushed to a distance so that punching was much more awkward and as the guy climbed to his feet, the attack finally stopped. Well, at least he delivered a bloody nose. That was something to be proud of. "Let me the fuck go!"

Shaking their heads, the jocks left the scene - Nele could happily note that none of them were laughing condescendingly anymore. As he turned to face Kiyoshi, he was met with an amused smirk. "Hi there, fella." The Japanese said through a near-chuckle. "How's things?"

"Peachy." He looked back and forth between Kiyoshi and the friend before laughing nervously. Not entirely sure what it was that amused that man, he figured it was safe to just assume it was the idiots who walked away. Smart guys; they'd have gone down if they stayed. "Fuckers made me hurt my side." A rub to the sore part was added for emphasis. Was probably a bruise already. "Deserved a lot more than that bloody nose."

The gaze that fell on him seemed to scrutinize him for a bit, before Kiyoshi crossed his arms. "You're not too hurt for a game or something, are you?"

A game wouldn't take 45 minutes. Surely he had plenty of time. He smiled brightly, failing to hide his excitement and nodded. "I have a feeling I'll survive. Any game in particular? But weren't you already playing with people?"

Kiyoshi shrugged, casting an idle glance over at the early teens, before returning his attention to Nele. "I was. They give me a bit of money, I help them improve their game. Everyone wins." He smiled sheepishly, as he added, "don't worry, I'm not charging you. Does War of the West sound fun? That lets us team up..."

"Wicked, I love that game!" Nele stopped, afraid he was acting too eager, and cleared his throat. He looked around, having forgotten what area he was in after all that action, and quickly located the mentioned game. Looked like it was free. Great! Good thing it was a game he knew rather well. Last thing he wanted to do was suck and embarrass himself in front of Kiyoshi. So after flashing the guy a smile, he headed in that direction while he fished change out of his pocket.

The game went on for a bit longer than most would; they were doing rather well, even if they didn't add more money than the initial quarter. The Japanese seemed quite happy about it, and when they finally went down in a big fight against a boss, he turned to the redhead with a smirk. "You know, if we weren't both semes, I'd have kissed you."

Was that some sort of joke? Nele nearly choked at that and desperately scoured his brain for the meaning of 'seme'. Didn't that mean top? Once it finally made sense, he could feel himself beam. He'd been hit on plenty times before, but no one had ever implied that he would be a top. Yeah, he definitely liked this guy. Pushing a matching smirk, he finally responded. "If there weren't so many people around, I'd have kissed you."

After gazing quickly around the crowd, Kiyoshi leant a bit closer and spoke low enough that those nearby wouldn't hear him. "Maybe we should go somewhere with less people and try it out."

"Seriously?" His heart felt like it stopped, but he was still able to move, so he assumed he hadn't just died. For fear of losing that chance, he immediately went to work trying to think of where they could go. He didn't have a car, and was sure there weren't many accessible broom closets. "It's noon. Where would there be less people?"

Kiyoshi flashed him a content smile. "I live three blocks away..." He said in a thoughtful voice, before adding, "if we're lucky, there's noone there. Worst case, we need to go into a bedroom for privacy. Unless that makes you uncomfortable...?" He smiled again, gaze wandering unmaskedly over the redhead's body.

"... No, that would be perfect." He couldn't believe it. However it happened, it didn't matter. Work would just have to wait for some other time. There were much more important matters at hand. "Lead the way!"

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This is a collab, written together with Chlover. You can find her author profile here: http://original.adult-fanfiction.org/authors.php?no=26260