A/N

Seventh drabble/short story out of forty. Akise's just.. I just love his point of view in stories. He's so fun to write for. Review if you wish, but most of all, enjoy.

xoxos

- yield (yēld)

- verb

concede: give over; surrender or relinquish to the physical control of another

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Akise often had to restrain himself when it came to Yukiteru. He was so tempted to approach the adorable brunette, to the point that it was nearly an impulsion. He always had to resist the temptation. He knew that if he met Yukiteru he wouldn't be able to contain and hold back all of his yearnings.

Sometimes thoughts would flit through his mind, thoughts that would definitely and without a doubt cause Yukiteru to direct those electric blue eyes at him in shock, confusion, and maybe even denial or rejection. Akise physically winced at such a thought.

Akise definitely couldn't give in to impulses.

He couldn't meet him.

He couldn't caress that soft face.

He couldn't hold that tanned hand.

He couldn't embrace that thin figure.

He couldn't kiss away those sweet tears.

That blushing soft cheek.

Those gentle red lips.

Stop, stop, stop.

Always Akise would hear the reminder that it could very well make Yukiteru hate him if his private wants occurred. Akise knew that if he had a taste of what he wished for, he couldn't be positive he could control himself in the future.

But, when he finally had the chance, he took great advantage of it.

Yukiteru was transferred to his school, and was in imminent danger. He had an official excuse to see him and introduce himself.

But as he knew, he couldn't stop himself. In a single day, within three hours, he got to meet Yukiteru; to talk to him. To caress his face; to hold his hand. To wrap his arm around that small frame, hand clasping around Yukiteru's waist. He couldn't stop. His feelings overflowed. In such a short amount of time, after trailing the brunette for so long, Akise had experienced almost everything that he had been holding himself back from. All the private fantasies that he would never admit to.

Well, almost all of them.

Out of his innocent fantasies, out of his most prominent longings and desires, kissing Yukiteru seemed an impossible endeavor.

With Gasai following Akise's beloved everywhere he went, Akise had no chance.

He knew that if she hadn't been there, hindering him from getting any closer to Yukiteru, he would not have stopped himself. She was a well loathed wake-up call. But Akise decided that it was better hating her than being despised by his dearest Yukiteru.

Don't kiss him. Don't force him. Slow down.

Akise pulled back with a smile. He had kissed Yukiteru. He may have forced it, but he did. And he didn't regret it, because the look he was receiving from Yukiteru wasn't one of hate. Nor anger. There was no sign of any form of upset on the brunette's face, only surprise. Did Akise have hope after all? If Gasai disappeared, would he finally have his chance? Regardless, he had supressed and subdued his feelings for so long, he decided he earned those delicate lips.

Maybe he would have another chance for another taste.