A Heart Stripped Bare

I soon reached the theater and grinned as I saw Hana waiting for me. He was dressed in a pair of jeans and a red t-shirt that clung to his small frame. Hanatarou wasn’t atheltic by a long shot, but he was in great shape. We had gym together, and I would discreetly watch him as he changed in and out of his gym clothes. The sight of his bare chest glistening with sweat drove me wild.



“Ichigo! Great timing,” Hanatarou said, catching sight of me. “I’ve already got your ticket. Let’s get in line for snacks now before all the good seats are taken.”



“Great, let’s go,” I said brightly, ignoring the way my heart was racing. “What movie are we seeing anyway?”



“That new 1, ‘The Left Hand.’ Shuihei saw it and said it was really good.”



“The Left Hand? Are you sure you want to see it?” I asked him, surprised by his choice.



“Yeah, why? Shuihei told me it was great,” Hana said, puzzled. “He said it had a lot of action. You haven’t seen it already, have you?”



“No, I haven’t seen it,” I assured him. “It just didn’t seem like your type of movie, that’s all.”



I wasn’t about to tell him that ‘The Left Hand’ was a monster/slasher flick. Hanatarou hated horror movies, which meant he would most likely be spending the whole time cowering in my lap. And I was looking forward to it. Shuihei, a senior at our school, love to pull pranks on Hana. I knew he had deliberately mislead Hana about the movie, just to get a laugh.



After getting popcorn and drinks, we got into our seats just as the previews started. I made sure to pick out seats in the center of the third row. I really wanted Hanatarou in my lap, and a good view of the screen could only help.



The movie started, and almost immediately the bloodbath began. Hana jumped anytime something even remotely scary happened. It was a good thing that I was holding the popcorn, otherwise half of it would be on the floor. I glanced over at him, then put my arm around his shoulders and gave them a squeeze.



“A piece of advice,” I murmured. “Next time Shuihei tells you a movie is great and you should see it, check it out online first.”



Soon Hanatarou’s shaking like a leaf and has an iron grip on my arm. I grin and pull him into my lap. I held him close and stroke his hair as he buries his face in my shirt. Both of our hearts are pounding; his from fear, and mine from excitement.



I’m not even paying attention to the movie anymore. I was too busy thanking each and every 1 of my lucky stars. I just couldn’t believe my good fortune. The love of my life was sitting in my lap and pressing himself against my chest. Good thing he was shaking too much to realized I had an erection going.



One of the actors got ripped in half, and Hana let out a squeal of terror. I couldn’t help chuckling as he cringed. He heard me laugh and glared sullenly at me.



“It’s not funny Ichigo,” he muttered.



“I’m not laughing because it’s funny,” I told him. “I’m laughing because it’s cute. You’re adorable like this.”



As soon as I realized what I said, I turned a bright red and clamped a hand over my mouth. Hanatarou looked at me strangely, but was distracted by the screams of a boy getting his intestines devoured. He hid his eyes in my shirt again and stayed like that for the rest of the movie.



When the movie ended, we left the theater, Hana holding onto my arm like a sat on a bench just outside, enjoying the fresh air. After a while, Hana had calmed enough to let go of me. I was disappointed, but hid it as best I could. I stood up to leave, but Hanatarou grabbed my sleeve. I looked at him, but he was looking at the ground. He was blushing heavily, his bangs hiding his eyes.



“Ichigo? What did you mean earlier?” he asked. “When you said I was cute.”



Damn. This was not how I planned this at all. I wanted it to be very romantic when I told Hana how felt. This was just plain embarrassing. What did I do now? I looked at him, and decided to just go for broke.



“I meant that you were cute Hana,” I said softly. “I’ve been wanting to tell you this for a while but…” I trailed off.



“What is it Ichigo?” Hanatarou asked, standing up, but still not looking at me.



I took a deep breath, and braced myself. It was now or nothing.



“I like you Hana. A lot. And I don’t me as friends either. I’ve had a crush on you for as long as I can remember. In fact, I- I think I love you.”



“L-love? You love me?” Hana said. “But… but why?”



“Because you’re wonderful. You’re so sweet and gentle,” I said gently. “I love everything about you.”



Hana looked up shyly at me. And he was smiling!! He stepped forward and embraced me slightly. If I thought my heart was racing earlier, it was nothing compared to now.



“I’ve got a bit of a confession to make myself,” he said. “I’ve always had a crush on you too. But I’ve never had the nerve to tell you.”



My heart felt like it was about to burst. My head was spinning. He liked me back. Hanatarou actually liked me back!! I flung my arms around him and kissed him soundly on the lips, not caring that we were out in public and people were staring.



“Ichigo! Not here! People can see us!” Hana yelped, breaking off the kiss.



“Sorry Hana. I got carried away,” I said sheepishly. “I never once thought that you would like me too. Why don’t we go somewhere a bit more private and continue?”



Hanatarou blushed, but nodded smiling. I took his hand and we headed to his house. We were both looking forward to some privacy. But what I didn’t notice was that a certain dark-haired man had been listening to us the whole time. And he was far from happy.



We reach Hanatarou’s house and head up to his room. As soon as he closes the door, I practically jump him and kiss him soundly, pressing him against the wall. He gasped, and I slip my tongue past his lips. I probe deep, tasting every inch I could reach. His tongue hesitantly touches mine, then gains confidence as we stroke them along each other.



“I-Ichigo!” Hana gasps out as I break the kiss to attack his neck. “What are you doing?”



“What I’ve been wanting to do for far too long,” I moan.



I continued sucking, kissing, and licking along Hana’s neck and jaw. The taste of his skin was addicting, like salt and butterscotch. I couldn’t get enough of it. I slip 1 of my hands under his shirt and stroke his chest. He moaned loudly when my fingers find a nipple and tweak it.



Hanatarou puts an arm around my waist and pulls me closer. He puts his other hand on my cheek and guides my mouth back to his. Our kiss is hot and passionate, and our bodies are pressed closely together. I reach for his belt and start undoing the buckle. But Hana stiffens and jerks away.



“No don’t! Don’t!” he cried.



I let go and back away, confused and a little bit hurt. He seemed so into it just a moment ago. What had changed? He sees my expression and winces.



“I’m sorry Ichigo,” he said sadly. “But I’m not ready to go that far yet. I’m too scared.”



“It’s ok, it’s ok. I’m not upset,” I told him, smiling gently. “I understand completely. I can wait for that as long as I have to. You’re more than worth waiting for.”



Hanatarou blushes and grins happily, then steps forward and kisses me again. I kissed him back eagerly, wrapping my arms around him. I meant it when I said I could wait, that he was worth it. He was. I could live without sex. It wouldn’t be much fun, but I could do it. What I couldn’t lie without was Hana. He was my entire world.



We separate and sit on the bed, cuddling. We chat a bit, about various things. Nothing important really. I tease him about his fear of scary movies, and he scolds me for it. Nothing we say really mattered. The soft touches and gentle caresses said much more than words ever could.



After a while I glanced at my watch. I let out a frustrated sigh when I saw it was nearly 8:00. I ran my hand through my orange hair as I stood up.



“It’s getting late,” I said. “I’d better get going. I’ll see you later Hana.”



“Ok. We have been talking for quite a bit, huh?” Hana replied as he stood up and adjusted his shirt. “Why don’t we do something tomorrow? You know, go on a date.”



“Sure, I’d love to. What’d you have in mind? Another scary movie perhaps?” I teased.



“Ichigo! That’s not nice! I’m being serious here.”



“I’m just kidding Hana. Why don’t we go to the museum? There’s an exhibit on ancient weapons that sounds pretty cool.”



“Great idea. We’ll go there tomorrow after school.”



“It’s a date then,” I said, kissing him.



We kiss for a few minutes before reluctantly parting. I ran my fingers through his soft black hair, enjoying the feel of the short silken locks. I drop 1 last kiss on his sweet lips before turning to leave.



“Later Hana. I’ll see you tomorrow.”



“Yeah, see you then.”



I walk home, whistling a tune. I was amazingly happy. I had confessed my feelings to the love for my life, and he had felt the same way. He was a terrific kisser as well. I was on cloud 10 the whole way back. But the feeling disappeared when I entered the house and saw Byakuya waiting for me, frowning.



“I saw you outside the theater Ichigo,” he said, anger shown plainly in his voice. “Why were you kissing that boy?”



“He’s my boyfriend. Why shouldn’t I kiss him?” I said. “You don’t have any say in who I kiss.”



“I believe I do. You belong to me Ichigo,” Byakuya said, eyes flashing. “You’ve always belonged to me.”



“I don’t belong to anyone,” I told him angrily. “Least of all a bastard like you.”



“Oh really?”



Byakuya stepped forward and grabbed my wrists, forcing them above my head and pinning me to the wall. He pressed himself against me, not letting me move an inch. He ground his hips into mine and bit my neck. I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. No matter how much I didn’t want this, he knew just what to do to make my body horny.



“Have you forgotten Ichigo?” he whispered in my ear. “The promise you made to me. You said you’d be mine forever. Remember?”



4 Years Ago



“Byakuya! Hurry up! The show’s about to start!”



The 11-year-old Ichigo bounced up and down impatiently. He was sitting on the bed in Byakuya’s room. He was waiting for the 28-year-old man to bring the snacks so they could watch a movie on the TV in the bedroom.



“Alright alright, I’m coming,” the man said, entering with a tray full of food.



“About time! It’s starting,” Ichigo scolded him.



He grabbed a hot dog off the tray and began eating, eyes glued to the screen. Byakuya chuckled slightly and ate his own hot dog. The movie was about a clown that ate kids, and it soon had Ichigo terrified. He climbed into Byakuya’s lap and hid his eyes.



“Too scary,” he whimpered.



“Would you like me to turn it off?” Byakuya asked. He reached for the remote and turned off TV when Ichigo nodded. “You’re all stiff with fright. Want me to fix that?”



Ichigo glanced up nervously. He knew what that meant. But the movie had really scared him, so he nodded. Byakuya put the tray of food on the dresser and locked the door. He sat back down on the bed and kissed the boy, running his hands up and down his arms. He slowly pulled off their clothes, piece by piece. When they were both naked, Byakuya laid Ichigo on his back and hovered over him.



Ichigo smiled and reached up, pulling the man down for another kiss. Byakuya’s tongue stroked along the boy’s, then pulled back and put 3 fingers in his mouth. Ichigo sucked on them eagerly, wanting what was coming next. Byakuya took out his fingers and trailed them along the boy’s chest and down his stomach. He reached the tight ring of muscle and slipped 1 inside. Ichigo jerked slightly in pain, then stilled.



Byakuya moved his finger in and out of the boy, searching for the spot that would make the boy melt in pleasure. He added another finger, stretching and probing. He knew he found Ichigo’s prostate when the boy cried out in ecstasy. He put in a third finger, then pulled them out. He went to the dresser and took out a bottle of oil. But instead of coating himself, he set it on the bedside table and turned Ichigo over.



“What are you doing Byakuya?” Ichigo asked. This was something they hadn’t done before.



“I’m trying something new. Something I think you’ll enjoy,” the man breathed, leaning down.



He licked Ichigo’s erection, then took it in his mouth and sucked hard. Ichigo yelled in surprise, then bit his lip. Byakuya’s hot wet mouth on his cock felt wonderful, his tongue caressing it all over. The sucking made his head swim, and he grew painfully hard. He was about to climax when Byakuya let go and sat back.



“Well? What did you think?” he asked, smirking. “Did you enjoy that?”



“More,” Ichigo moaned. “I need more. Please, I want you inside me. I need you.”



Byakuya’s smirk widened, and his flipped the boy onto his stomach. He grabbed the lube, and slicked himself. He got into position and in 1 swift motion, entered Ichigo. He thrust in and out, slamming into his prostate again and again. Ichigo was moaning in bliss, pressing himself back against Byakuya’s thrusts.



He soon came to his peak and past it, crying out the man’s name before going limp. Byakuya kept going, thrusting relentlessly into the boy’s body. He finally climaxed, emptying himself into Ichigo and collapsed. He pulled out and turned over, pulling the boy along so he was lying on Byakuya’s chest. Ichigo smiled dreamily and pulled himself up slightly, kissing the man before snuggling back into position.



“I love you Byakuya,” the 11-year-old murmured.



“I love you too,” the man said. “You’ll be mine forever, isn’t that right?”



“That’s right, forever,” Ichigo said as he slowly drifted off to sleep.