Mine : by SecretBox

The day Shinji learned that Mitsuru had tried to kiss Aki was the day that he had kicked open the door to their dorm, wind-blown and sienna-hued irises flashing wildly as he stomped angrily across the room. Amidst the commotion, and completely taken off guard, the silver-haired teen had lifted his head from the textbook in his lap, lowering the pencil that he had been nibbling on between pearly-white teeth as his pale cheeks bloomed a dark scarlet. Snowy lashes fluttered delicately as a look of complete shock settled across the sophomore's features; Aki took in the tall, statuesque figure of the punk looming over him like a decadent shadow draped in misery perplexedly, silvery eyes flitting to and fro between the caved in door and back uneasily.

"Shinji," he started, tentatively, squirming visibly beneath the weight of the dropout's otherwise unreadable gaze, "What . . . ?"

And that was when Shinji strode towards him purposefully, his dark eyes flashing like stars captured in the midnight of the beautiful night sky; Aki scooted back out of pure reflex, panicking as soon as he realized that there was absolutely nowhere to run. He contemplated making a run for the door-less archway, but quickly decided against it as Shinji growled knowingly, "Don't even fucking think about it."

The sound of his own heartbeat resounded in his eardrums and washed out every other single sound like the waxing and waning of an ocean wave as Shinji came closer; his body was so close to Aki's that he could feel his body heat seep through his clothes, his long, cinnamon tresses tickling his cheek. And when Shinji dared to come nearer, bending down as he caught his head between his calloused hands, Aki's thoughts scattered like rays of sunlight striking a gorgeous glass prism when the older teen kissed him fiercely. A fairly distant part of him was greatly surprised when he opened beneath his lips like a flower to sunlight, curling his hand in his brown locks and tugging at them none too gently, refusing to let go.

Alas, the moment between them passed all too soon when Shinji broke away, his breath coming out quick and fast, eyes glinting appreciatively as he took in the way Aki, who was panting quite furiously, cheeks had flushed an even darker shade of red.

"This," he said, placing his fingers over Aki's mouth possessively, "is mine."

Smirking arrogantly at the flustered look on his face, Shinji pivoted on his feet and marched out the doorway without another single word. He looked irrationally satisfied that he had seemingly made his point Aki couldn't help but think, and all the teen could do was stammer out hysterically, "What the fuck?"

--fin.