Love Under a Silver Moon

Love Under a Silver Moon

Chapter 4

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Ryou couldn’t take this. It was as though there was a knot in his stomach that was tightened every time he set his eyes on the person that was in such close proximity to him for most of the day. He was going to tell Malik. Tell him that he liked him. But then what if Malik got spooked, and said he could never think of Ryou as anything more than a friend? And as they were best friends, if the more complex relationship that Ryou wanted, no, needed, if it ever deteriorated, then their friendship would never quite be the same again.

Malik had given him an earful that morning about the bruise that had appeared on Ryou’s jaw and the cut on his lip. Ryou had gone to great lengths to assure his best friend that the injuries were due to him falling down the stairs and nothing else. Malik, of course, hadn’t believed him, but when Ryou started to get angry, which was very out of character, Malik knew better than to keep on at the pale skinned boy. He hadn’t forgotten about the bruise though, and was still as determined as ever to get to the bottom of it. Ryou was touched by Malik’s concern, but the “Deal” that had been so ruthlessly cast upon him lingered like a rain cloud over his head.

The slender pale fingers holding his fountain pen trembled as he tried to concentrate on what the English teacher was saying. Yes, yes, he’d already made the notes about the Ancient Greek Gods, now, what was on the board? Read pages 78-90 with your partner. Partner. Ryou couldn’t help blush a little, but then shook himself mentally for being so immature.

Malik was leaning up against him with one hand doodling on his folder and the other propping up his chin. He let out a yawn and the black pen he was defacing his folder with started wandering over the desk. Rubbing his cheek against Ryou’s shoulder he murmured quietly, “How can you keep awake through this, Ry?”

Ryou almost jumped out of skin at the feeling of the vibrations of Malik’s voice through the sleeve of his uniform and looked down at the glittering purple eyes that were fixed on his own.

“It’s actually quite interesting. You know, Gods and stuff. We have to read this bit in the book together.” He said quickly. Malik playfully rolled his eyes.

“You’re too clever for your own good”

“Ha ha. You only like me for my notes” Ryou shot back, Malik’s mood was contagious.

“Nah,” Malik said, straightening up, right hand still absently doodling on the desk. “You know I like you for much, much more then that.” He said leaning closer.

Ryou thought he was going to pass out. Malik was just being playful, wasn’t he? Friendly? Yes. Nothing more. This was getting out of hand. Ryou, in his emotionally wrecked state was panicking as Malik leaned closer into his personal space…

“ISHTAR!” Came a loud voice. Malik immediately drew back with a broad grin on his face.

“Yes, Sir?” He said in an extremely mock innocent voice. The teacher stalked down between the rows of tables and stopped at the desk he and Ryou were sharing.

“Have you been DRAWING on these desks?!” Mr. Hadou fumed.

Malik looked down at the tabletop in front of him. Sure enough, in Malik’s black marker pen there were a number of hieroglyphics and random patterns etched into the wood.

“Oh, sorry Sir. I mistook the desk for my folder.” He said with a lazy grin, resting his chin on his hand again.

“Mistook? How can you mistake that??” The teacher inquired. “And not only that, I notice that you are always putting Mr. Asao off his work. One wanders why you can’t be more like him!”

Ryou flushed a deep pink and looked away. True, Malik did distract him, but he loved his comments and the way he brightened up lessons. He hated being seen as the goody two shoes, just because he worked hard, his aunt and uncle got sent his report every term. Bad results would mean him being taken out of Domino High and away from Malik, and put in one of the rougher schools further away.

“So do you want me to bleach my hair now then?” Malik asked, not caring that now every one in the entire room was staring at them. “Then you could let me go down to Specsavers to get some brown contacts.”

Ryou smiled at this, entirely thankful that Malik didn’t take offence being compared to him. After all, unlike him, Malik was extremely good at sports.

Mr. Hadou looked as though he was going to explode.

“That’s it, Ishtar! Detention! Tonight, for both you and your friend here. Let’s see if you can cope with distraction now, after your friend here has got you into trouble, Mr. Asao.” The teacher fumed at Ryou.

“That’s completely unfair! Ryou didn’t do anything.” Said Malik indignantly.

“I decide what’s fair around here. This room after school and you better not be late.”

After stomping his way up the room, Mr. Hadou evil eyed Malik one last time before turning around and writing up an extremely long homework up on the board.

“I’m really sorry, Ryou.” Malik whispered, turning to the white haired boy who had his eyes turned to the table, trying not to look at him. It’s ok, Ryou thought, it’s that bastard of a teacher who gave you detention, it was no fault of your own.

He turned his chocolate eyes up to Malik and smiled, “It’s fine.” Was all he said. Malik gave Ryou one of his most genuine smiles and lent over to the other, giving him a kiss on his soft cheek.

“I knew you’d forgive me.” He said with a smirk.

Ryou composed himself mentally. The place where Malik’s lips had just touched his cheek was on fire and the amount of emotions streaming through his head hardly enabled him to breath. He managed to smile back before lowering his head over his books, moving his notes over to Malik to copy up.

When the bell sounded signaling the end of school, Ryou was to be found running through the halls as fast as he could from his art lesson, which he didn’t share with Malik, to the English room. He arrived exactly on time and found Mr. Hadou waiting for him behind the desk. “Ah, Ryou. Well done on your punctuality. Take a seat.”

Ryou moved to a desk right in the middle of the room, with a table next to it for Malik. The door banged open and Malik appeared, clad in sweatpants and a tight white vest that contrasted with his tanned skin. A gym bag swung from his shoulder and a sweat band encircled his wrist, in substitute for the gold bands that usually adorned them. Ryou noticed that Malik had also taken out his earrings and all of the other gold jewellery he usually wore; Ryou thought he looked kind of naked.

“Sorry I’m late; I was just showing the rest of the team how to play football properly.” Malik said, winking at Ryou.

Mr. Hadou didn’t react and stared at Malik as he settled himself next to Ryou. He picked up some papers on his desk and came over to the two, dropping the sheets in front of them.

“Following on from the class work, both of you will read this extract and write an essay on one of the questions listed. Unfortunately I can only keep you here until 5, so you will complete the work at home for tomorrow. Is that clear?” The teacher droned.

Ryou nodded and Malik raised an eyebrow.

“Good, now I have to go and supervise another class detention, and as there are more people in the other room, there are more chances of distraction.” He drew out the last word, and Ryou flushed with embarrassment. Malik just kept staring at Mr. Hadou until he had completely left the room and the door had clicked closed behind him.

Ryou, meanwhile, had glimpsed at the extract that he and Malik were meant to be studying. Seeing his slight blush, Malik looked down at the piece of photocopied paper and only had to read the first paragraph to understand Ryou’s discomfort.

The text was entitled “An exchange with Venus” and was basically a very long description of the sexual encounters between the Goddess Venus and the God Mars. Ryou’s blush was deepening, but suddenly he jerked his head up and looked at Malik and Malik looked at him right back.

Malik looked into Ryou’s eyes and saw the mixture of emotions struggling to break free. He saw his pale friend in a different light, realizing the beauty that he had been admiring for so long may have the same feelings as he did.

Lifting a hand to Ryou’s face and cupping his cheek brought about no reaction from Ryou, who still gazed at him with uncertainty. Malik knew that Ryou would never make the first move, and was probably tired with all the playful flirting that Malik inflicted on him every day, thinking that it never meant anything. Moving closer to his friend, Malik waited until he could feel Ryou’s rapid hot breath play against his lips, before closing the distance between them to press his mouth against Ryou’s.

Ryou completely froze. Was he dreaming? How could this be happening? The person he had been thinking about all the time had just kissed him. He felt all tingly and warmth spread from his lips all the way through his body.

Malik had known, he just did. No words had needed to be spoken, but the understanding had just revealed itself in that brief moment between the two. Malik drew back, searching Ryou’s face for reaction.

A beautiful smile spread its way slowly across Ryou’s features, to be mirrored by Malik.

“How did you know?” Ryou whispered. Marik smirked,

“By the look in your eyes.” He replied.

Ryou tentatively slipped his arms around Malik’s neck, and moved his body so that he was facing him. Malik faced him as well, but was shocked when Ryou was the one that moved into kiss him again. Pressing their lips together, Malik experimentally ran his tongue over Ryou’s bottom lip. After a shiver of pleasure, Ryou admitted him and a gentle deep kiss ensued.

Slipping his arms around Ryou’s waist, Malik noticed him flinch slightly, and he pulled away.

“No, don’t stop Malik.” He said, with a frightened look in his eyes.

“Trust me, I don’t want to. But why did you flinch?”

Malik’s touch had added some unwanted pressure to one of his many bruises on his side. Ryou knew that he would have to swallow his pain incase Malik got suspicious.

“Nothing, it’s just, you know, all this being new. And I’ve wanted it for so long.” Ryou blushed at his forwardness. Malik smiled,

“I wouldn’t have minded you being adventurous with me, why did you think I flirted with you the whole time?”

“Just being friendly?” Ryou tried.

Malik laughed slightly, and wrapped his arms around Ryou, tugging him closer. Ryou, concentrating on the better sensations he was experiencing, decided to be a bit bolder and slipped one slender leg over Malik’s. Malik got the message, and never breaking the kiss he was engaged in, he pulled Ryou onto his lap, so that he was straddling him.

Drawing back and looking them up and down with a raised eyebrow, Malik definitely liked the way this was going. A gasp escaped Ryou as he felt Malik’s arousal through his sweatpants; Ryou kissed him gently and rubbed himself tentatively against Malik. Malik responded tracing his fingers down Ryou’s back. Ryou felt Malik hit one of his worse bruises.

He quickly drew away. “S-sorry, it’s just, well, new.” Ryou lied and blushed.

Malik was absolutely prepared to go at Ryou’s pace.

“It’s fine. I love you,” Malik said sincerely, looking Ryou right in the eyes, so that he knew he wasn’t lying.

Ryou smiled and answered, just as seriously, “I love you too.”

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