Coincidental

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//Kiiirrraaa.//
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As soon as he saw Nicol wander towards Blake and his gang, Yzak knew there would be inexorable trouble. It wasn’t that he lacked proper faith in Nicol; Blake was just quite an unassailable force—so to speak. So Yzak watched—for only as short a time as to decide that Kira needed to be brought to his distressed boyfriend. If Yzak had left sooner, then Blake may not have had the chance to seal his own death warrant.
In exaggeration, this statement could only be described as perfectly accurate. Unfortunately, such was what I have come to call an overstatement. Yzak did, however, drag Kira, Athrun, and Dearka out of their respective classes under the pretence that the boys had arranged a special, “study hour” at this time in the day for the next few weeks.
“I wish I had stayed with him. I should’ve stopped him from telling off Blake! I’m such an idiot!” Yzak grimaced on the inside.
“Mentally berating yourself isn’t helping the situation any, we need to get to where Nicol went to talk to Blake, right now!” Athrun amended his overtly anxious boyfriend’s harsh comments.
“All I can say is that Nicol had better be thoroughly unscathed by the time we get to him. I swear if Blake so much as breathed the air in Nicol’s personal space, I’ll kill him.” Kira’s voice and normally gentle features were both marred considerably with the taint of distrust. //Nicol deserves to keep his innocence for as long as he lives.// Kira smiled to himself. Of course such a thing was almost impossible; the world was too corrupt and flawed for anyone to remain completely ignorant for too long. It was tragic really, but Kira would be damned before he let someone like Blake take Nicol’s happiness away.

“You guys might just be overreacting you know, I mean, what could Blake do?” All the boys exchanged glances with each other before they started to run even faster.


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“So now you try telling me that you aren’t a slut, Kitten, I dare you.” Blake smirked and ran his tongue along the expanse of Nicol’s neck.
“I-I will tell you! I’m not a slut and I’ll never be one. You can’t do this to me, I’m not yours to maim!” Nicol felt a burst of determined strength for a moment and he knew in that split second of time, that Blake couldn’t take his being from him. Although he may be able to take something else from him—but Nicol doubted it would come to that.
Blake was impressed, this boy had lasted longer then expected. He thought that Nicol had already given up but it seemed that he still needed to be taught something.
“Oh, but I already have. Your real close now, I can make you come in a matter of one thrust—and I plan to. As soon as you release, it means you’re a certified whore. I could claim you too but I don’t have the time right now. It sounds as if your rescue team has arrived.
Blake nipped the junction between neck and shoulders, creating a mark of possession. Fortunately, it held no significance for Nicol. He even managed to suppress a moan when Blake ground his hips into his own causing the spasms that come with an orgasm to overrule the boy’s senses.
“Hmph. Not even a shifting of position. I hope you don’t think that this means you’ve won, because it doesn’t. I’ll be back to claim your body soon, Kitten.” Blake stalked off to meet with his group who had left earlier to ensure their leaders seclusion with Nicol.
Nicol stayed lying down and he gazed up at the sky in bewilderment. //He couldn’t do it.// Nicol realized, //he didn’t do it to me. He’ll be back though…// Nicol swallowed nervously. //Claim me? He must mean…well, Kira won’t let that happen to me…I won’t let that happen to myself.// a determined glint flashed in Nicol’s hazel-amber eyes yet he couldn’t drown the feeling that he’d lost just a bit of himself today. As if on cue, Nicol recognized the wet spot on his shorts—it had soaked through the material. Some voices were emitting from just a short distance away as well and Nicol could discern a rather livid sounding voice to be Kira’s. //I don’t want Kira and the others to know but, I can’t stop them from figuring it out.//

As soon as Kira stepped over the hill and spotted Nicol, the wavy-haired recipient found himself swamped by his beloved and friend’s questions.
“Are you hurt?”
“No.”
“Did he—
“No.”
“Lucky for him! What is that on your gym shorts…?”
“I’m so sorry Kira! I didn’t want to but—
“It’s alright! He did it against your will! Blake is like that, but what all did he do to you?”
“He.....he touched me and made me…uhm—that’s why I have a wet spot on my gym shorts.” Nicol blushed profusely. “I’m sorry! I went to tell him off of his insults and.......can you forgive me?”
Kira breathed in. “Nothing that idiot did to you could have been your fault. You didn’t ask him to touch you and I know you struggled.” Kira looked down at the remnants of vine and he plucked a stray leaf from Nicol’s hair.
“I’ll never let him get to me though. As long as you aren’t upset, that bastard can’t do anything to me.” Nicol looked solemn and he glanced down at his hands.
Kira was taken aback momentarily. He wasn’t used to hearing Nicol swear and he bet that Nicol wasn’t used to swearing himself. The word didn’t sound the same coming from him. It came out shaky and unsure. Kira smiled warmly. //Blake will never hurt him. He’s too strong to let that happen// a surge of pride for his boyfriend coursed through Kira.

Dearka, Yzak and Athrun kept their distance, giving their friends some time to talk.
“Hey, we’ll meet you guys back in the dorm room!” Dearka called out and the three left.
“It is getting late out.” Kira stated.
“Yes, but I want to stay here with you.” Nicol crinkled his nose in distaste. “I’m going to go and change into the spare clothes I have in my gym bag—over there. Wait for me?”
“Of course.” Kira replied.
Nicol smiled in gratitude before running over to where he left the bag. He pulled out the clothing. “I’m just going to go and change in those bushes.”
Kira’s gaze followed Nicol as his treasured love disappeared into the foliage. Devious thoughts went through Kira’s mind as he considered spying on Nicol. //What could it hurt?// and as quietly as he could, Kira stalked up behind the bush and rested his elbows on a small bench sheltered from the night.
The dark-haired boy gazed through the bush’s not-so dense leaves. He had a clear view of Nicol, now shirtless as he slipped on a billowy and loose white shirt. Kira licked his lips as Nicol removed his pants and boxers, only to replace them with a dry, clean set. Kira looked down on himself and sighed to see the bulge making itself conspicuous beneath the material of his casual pants.
//Hopefully Nicol won’t notice that in the dark…//
Kira sighed again at his apparent lack of control, although he had already shown lack of control by succumbing to the urge of watching Nicol change in the first place.
//I do hate it when I’m logical with myself.//

“Kira?” Said boy jumped as he heard Nicol call out to him.
Kira cleared his throat. “I-I\'m coming!” He stepped out from behind the bush, only to meet Nicol with his hands placed squarely on his hips and an amused look that said, “I know what you were doing all along, you know,” plastered on his face. Kira smiled sheepishly before a brilliant idea came forth within his mind. “Hey, you know that garden near the senior’s entrance?” Nicol nodded in response. “Well, you probably haven’t seen it yet have you? I’m going to take you there, follow me.” Kira grabbed Nicol’s hand firmly but still tenderly and he pulled his boyfriend towards the garden that few people had seen at such a late hour. “Almost no one comes here anymore because if the teachers catch you out of bed this late then you’ll be sent down for a detention early the next morning and during the day, teachers keep a strict watch on it.”
“Why are they so opposed to the students being in here?” Nicol asked, with only a hint of apprehension.
“Oh, don’t worry it’s only because they think we’ll mess up the place, you see—the garden is rumoured to hold a bit of magic from our old principle. She was a Wiccan and an amazing person. There was a huge fire at this school many years ago when it was first built and she led all the students out safely, risking her own life just to make sure that everyone had made it out alright. This was her garden and it was where she planted all of her special herbs and flowers. The only people who have been inside of it since then are the gardener and maintenance staff—they keep it in good shape; and the odd student who managed to sneak into it undetected.”
“Wow. Is all that true?” Nicol questioned.
“Without doubt.” Kira replied.
“Have you ever been in it?”
“Once. Last year was my first year starting this school and a boy named Sai took me in there.” Kira grimaced slightly.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. Don’t worry about it—it’s nothing.” Kira replied. “Anyways, this is the entrance to the garden; watch your step—it’s a bit of a slope. The only other way in is the gates but they’re locked.” Kira went first and was closely followed by Nicol. “Welcome, to Azure’s garden!” Nicol gasped at the sight his eyes befell.

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I was debating on whether to end the chapter here or not, but I figured it would be a good way to keep some suspense. I apologize for the delay, it was even longer than the last chapter but I have been completely drowned in unfortunate mishaps this last month. Way too much Humanities classes. Well, hopefully you enjoyed this chapter and as usual I am always in high spirits to see reviews…also if anyone reading this is also a Shaman King fan, I could use some ideas for a fic that I am trying to write…
I fare thee well.
Yemon.