Gangbang or love? The beginning of love.

Gangbang or love? The beginning of love.
"Luke… I can’t breathe," Akira whispered in fear, as his his back jammed against the cold dorm wall, and his chest heaving like he had just been chased around the entire school.

It felt as though his voice had broken into tiny bits, with tremors holding onto to every syllable, as though the weight of everything that had happened was finally crawling up his throat to choke him to choke him to death.

Luke stood before him.

He was silent at first, and his eyes were shining in the dark light of the room’s yellow lamp. His fists, were clenched so tightly, which made the veins in his hands visible, alongside the heat.

After a long stretch, he didn’t move, he didn’t also speak. Rather, he just let Akira’s shaking fill the silence like the cries of something which had cornered.

"Why?" Luke finally muttered, with his voice cracked. "Why did you let it get this far? Why didn’t you stop?" He sounded less like someone angry and more like someone drowning in the pool of his own thoughts.

His tone was heavy with the weight of confusion, as if he had just watched Akira slipping further into something destructive, and to make matters worse, it felt like he had been powerless to drag him back.

Akira, immediately dragged his fingers through his damp hair, with beads of sweat visible on his forehead. "I tried," he gasped with a shaky voice. "I swear I tried, Luke. But every time I thought I would stop, it'd only get worse. Every time I told myself no more, there was just something that would drag me back. I could feel the hunger, and the way they looked at me, like I was nothing but their slut, like I was already theirs. I just can't help it. I can't!" As he spoke, his voice broke, and his lips trembled in fear. "And I always find myself giving in every single time, without saying no."

After he said that, Luke, immediately stepped closer, close enough for Akira to smell the faint fragrance of his cologne.

It smelled sharp bitter cedar smell. "And you've never for once thought about me? About what this would do to me? Huh? Have you ever thought about the pain I go through because of this?" He asked him with a firm voice, as his jaws instantly tightened, and his eyes became even more darker.

However, behind that anger, there was something which was even more genuine. It was something that seemed to tear Akira inside out.

"I thought of you every night," Akira admitted with a shaky voice, as the confession fell heavily from his lips. "When I was on my knees, when I was moaning for them, when I was choking on it, I always thought of you. Not them, but you." His hands slowly crawled into fists against his thighs, with shame taking over his entire body. "And that’s what ruined me the most. It destroyed me the most."

As he spoke, Luke shook like the words had hit him hard, as his breath instantly became shallow.

He could feel his chest rising and falling with unsteady rhythm as he looked at Akira. It was as though he were trying to decide whether to pull him closer or to push him away forever.

Suddenly, the dorm room door echoed with a sudden knock, which was both heavy, and also demanding.

It felt as though Akira’s head wanted to fall, as terror immediately took over his thoughts. He didn’t need to guess who it was, because he already knew.

From the voices that followed, he already knew who it was that was knocking.

"Open the door, boy," one voice growled loudly in anger. It was the professor’s deep voice which was laced with lust.

Immediately after he spoke, another laughter followed.

This time, it was the gateman’s harsh sound.

And then, a whisper, which was almost playful. It was Luke’s roommate’s voice giggling faintly. "We know you’re in there. Open this door, right now!"

Akira’s knees nearly collapsed.

It felt as though the ground would just open up, so that he'd fall inside.

His stomach rumbled with a both a mixture of fear, and the desire that made him hate himself, even more.

As he pressed himself tighter against the wall, he whispered, "Luke, please... Please... Don’t let them in. Not tonight. I can’t survive it, and not with you here."

As he spoke, Luke didn’t move at first. He just kept staring at him in a confused way.

Then slowly, like his body was moving against his will, he reached out and touched Akira’s face, his thumb was even trembling against his cheek. "Then tell me what you want, Akira," he demanded softly. "Do you want me to save you Or do you want me to watch you being treated like the slut you are?"

His question instantly made Akira’s lips to shake. His voice sounded small like a little human. "Save me. Please. If there’s anything left of me worth saving, save it."

However, before he could finish speaking, the knock came again on the door. This time, it was harder than the first time.

"Akira," the professor’s voice thundered in a commanding, "don’t make me break this door down. You know what will happen if I break this door. Moreover, you know you want it."

Immediately, Luke’s eyes looked to the door, then back to Akira, and his jaw tightened with absolute resolve. "Then stay behind me," he said in a firm way, while standing between Akira and the door. His body was rigid, protective, like a shield. He shouted back, "He’s not yours tonight! So, leave!"

After that, there was silence for a moment, then low chuckles on the other side of the door. "Not tonight?" the gateman laughed. "Then tomorrow, or next week, or probably, next month. He’s already our slut. You can’t hide him away from us, boy." The sound of footsteps faded, and then silence swallowed the whole room.

As he stood there, Akira’s legs gave out.

He fell down the wall, and his body fell down like he was carrying a big burden.

Immediately, himis hands covered his face, but he couldn’t hide the sounds which came from his throat.

Suddenly, Luke stood before him, as he grabbed his wrists gently but firmly, pulling them away from his face.

"Look at me," Luke said to him with a firm voice. At that point, his voice wasn’t angry anymore. It was trembling, vulnerable, shaking, and also aching. "Look at me, Akira."

He couldn't even look at him, as his eyes was already blurred with tears.

However, after he looked up at him, he was surprised by what he saw.

Luke wasn’t disgusted.

Rather, he looked quite broken. It looked like he was shattered by the weight of loving someone who had been dragged so far into the bad mud.

"You’re mine," Luke whispered in a firm voice, almost like he was making a vow. "You're not theirs. You don't belong to them, anymore. I don’t care how many times they’ve had you, and I also don’t care what they’ve done. You’re mine alone."

At that instant, something inside Akira's soul snapped. It was in pain, but in soft realization.

He immediately walked forward, with his lips crashing into Luke’s mouth with warm anticipation that tasted like the mixture of salt and tears.

Their kiss wasn’t gentle; Rather, it was violent, intense, and also raw.

It felt like the clash of two souls, which was on the edge of destruction. It felt as though they were really holding on to each other like the last breath in a drowning sea.

Luke’s hands moved towards the back of his neck, while pulling him closer, and deeper, until Akira thought he might just disappear into him entirely.

And in that kiss, in the way Luke held him like he was something precious rather than a slut.

At that moment, Akira felt something he hadn’t in years. He felt alive.

When they finally broke out of each other's embrace, they were both trembling, and Akira immediately whispered against Luke’s lips, "Then don’t let me go. Even if I fall again, please, don’t let me go. Don't ever leave me. Please."

Luke immediately pressed his forehead against his, and their breaths and heartbeat began to synch. "Never," he vowed in a firm voice. "I'll never leave you."

The night became longer. It felt as though Akira, had waited his entire life for a moment like this.

And for the first time in a long while, when Akira finally closed his eyes, he didn't see the professor’s shadow, or the gatemen’s laughter, or his roommate’s smirk that tried to haunt him. It was Luke’s warmth. He could hear Luke’s vow ringing in his head, over and over again. He could also feel Luke’s love.

In the end, Akira didn’t belong to the darkness that had consumed him earlier. He now belonged to Luke, and that was enough for him.

What a beautiful end to
their love story.

They married two years later, and also adopted a beautiful daughter they named "Queen Sasha."