Lovesick

"Fine," he smirked, letting go of me, "what do you want?"

"A," I started as I looked at the menu, realizing a root beer wasn't on there. "Coke is fine."

Ryou couldn't wipe the grin off his face after I agreed with his choice. It annoyed me enough that I didn't even look in his direction, the searing regret of my sheltered knowledge reddened my face.

"Great, I'll be back with your drinks." The hostess said.

Ryou coyly pushed his hair back to show that he didn't care about my naivety. However, I knew my heart wouldn't shut up from the thought of what he may or may not say next. Would he still want to continue the conversation we were having...or move on?

"Do you know what you want to eat?"

Yep, he changed the subject.

"Um..."

I honestly didn't. I've never eaten at a place like this. I actually made most of my own food because it was cheaper. And I really didn't eat much Italian, but my eyes went to the pizza in a jiffy. I did like pizza quite a bit, but I felt like that wasn't good enough for my first date. I didn't want him to look at me like a pasta sauce fiend.

His hand moved down to my back, lightly rubbing...searching. It was making me blush...and honestly turned me on. It was weird. I had been on dates before, hell I was intimate with the girl I dated in high school, but I don't think I was this crazed whenever we were together. I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she was edging me on to hold and kiss her...I rarely ever made any advances. Yet, when I'm with Ryou, even our first night together with a ten-foot pole, the thought of him touching me was always there...so much so that it ached to play cool.

"I'm getting the steak and the bruschetta, but please feel free to order whatever you want. I won't judge."

Shit...caught red handed.

"Um..."

The ravioli looked good too...lasagna...could I get them all?

"Lasagna and Margherita Pizza...maybe the ravioli."

That's right, I have NO shame!

Ryou chuckled, "Want to add dessert too?"

"Shut up, you said whatever I wanted!"

"I know," he said, kissing my cheek, "I'm just joking, but the panna cotta is pretty good if you'd like to try it."

"Sure!" My eyes lit up like I just won the lottery.

In a matter of minutes, the waitress came back with Ryou's whiskey and my kid drink. We gave her our orders and she said it would be a while and then she left. I couldn't help but hear the click as the door closed, but I honestly didn't take much notice of it.

I sipped my root beer in silence as I watched Ryou take a good swig of his drink. He looked really refined in that moment. It was almost like watching a work of art, and it took less than a second for me to realize I was reaching for his tie and pulling him toward me. He was a portrait I wanted to paint...badly.

His glass slapped the table as we kissed. I felt a flurry of emotions overcome me and my whole body ached like it was on fire and needed to be cooled. Ryou felt it too, as he surprisingly grabbed me and placed me on his lap. I looked down at him, his tie hanging out of his suit as his green eyes played with my soul. His hands were under my suit jacket, wandering.

"It's only been a day," he said, calmly...seductively, "are you sure you're up for this?"

My throat was sore, yes, but I knew he'd be careful and honestly, I was holding back for so long that I could barely take it. His voice told me he couldn't either.

"Yes," I said.

Ryou kissed me and it felt more like he was holding on to someone he loved...someone he cherished in every moment as I let him remove my suit jacket and shirt. When his lips fell on my chest, the more my heartbeat echoed and the more I shivered in satisfaction. Yet, that wasn't enough for him: knocking our drinks to the floor to make room for me on the table.

"If it hurts," he said, undoing his tie, "tell me and I'll stop."

He only needed one hand to undo my trousers. Honestly staring at his dominant hand undressing himself to the point I was faced with his tattoo, blew my mind away. Seeing the snakes...his markers of death, ignited my soul in a way I couldn't imagine. My breathing intensified as I felt him on me. I could feel the callouses...the rough nature of his hand and that alone was enough to throw me over the edge.

A knock rang on the door against my moans and blushes. "Mr. Tacoma, your food is ready."

I felt Ryou pause, but I pulled him close, running my nails down his back as he continued amongst the knocks. She locked the door on purpose...was this his intention to begin with? If so, why was he trying to run away now. I sure as hell wasn't done...I wanted more.

"Ryou," I breathed heavily, taking in the exhilaration, "don't stop."

That's when his eyes hit mine, they were less like before and more like a predator: one who was just set free. And that's when I realized his true nature was more than I could've imagined. Just seeing his size was enough to make my knees give out...and that's when my journey to hell began. The yells, the moans, the grunts and ecstasy. It was my first time with a man and even though Ryou took the lead, was aggressive as he forewarned, he never once made me feel uncomfortable. It was my first time with a man and it sure as hell hurt initially, but it ended to the point where I completely forgot about the food. Being with Ryou was beyond enough to satisfy my hunger. No, it was the best fucking time in a club that I'd ever have in my entire life!

When he finally came, which seemed like it took a decade, we took showers. After I got tired of Ryou's nagging, I begrudgingly agreed to eat. So, we sat back down and to my surprise the staff re-created the room as if we didn't just romp through the forest together. I was taken aback by the gesture...but my mind was still running a million miles an hour! So much so, that I was scarfing down the food so I could hide my questionable actions. Like literally, I jumped on Ryou like a jaguar! What the hell kind of dude had I become?! Was it worth it, hell yea, but I could hardly recognize myself. I, the almost college freshman, had literally lost it over the guy I thought I'd never see again! I couldn't even call him a crush, he was just my inspiration, who ended up being a stalker, who became my lover over night?! Is any of this normal, NO! Did I care...NO! I was just another dumb kid in love...with a gangster.

"Slow down." Ryou chuckled, breaking me from my trance.

Looking at him, especially after what we did, wasn't wiping the red from my face. Ok, let me change my previous statement. He was a hot gangster. Like really attractive...so much so that I got jealous...possibly got a new hairstyle and piercings just to please him. But that won't ever be known, like EVER. And the hot gangster, at least I think, is mine...

"And you've barely spoken since. What's on your mind?"

I wish he couldn't read me so easily.

"I-"

"RAY!!!"

We both knew that voice, as we turned toward the door as it swung open. There, in the doorway in his white suit, slicked back hair and beyond-pissed-off features...literally to the point I saw his inhuman canines for the first time...was none other than Yahiko. Behind him were overly large men in tuxedos staring us down as he walked his way towards us.

"YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!"

All I heard was Ryou's chair move from behind me, as he got up. Yahiko passed me by, grabbing Ryou by the collar and forcing him into a wall. It was so fast, that my mind couldn't even make sense of it. Yet, Ryou stood firm amongst his grasp.

"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU'VE DONE?!"