A Soilders Request

A Soilders Request

One-shot by EAB

Artist: Unknown
Name: Unknown

“Don’t forget me Shinji…” Akiro looked down at the placid lake in front of him on his knees praying. This is what Shinji did daily. Prayed for peace, and knowledge, and enlightenment, and here he prayed for his lover never to forget their time together. He knew he would never see his childhood friend again, feel his arms around him, hear the serene vibration of his lovely voice. He buried his face into his hands, weeping silently.
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“Akiro… Soon, I’m going to the temple.” Shinji told him lying next to him on the grass. He rubbed his fair hands against his stomach not looking over at the long haired man.

Akiro sat up and turned over towards Shinji. He stared at him trying to hold back the anguish hearing his decision brought.

“Tomorrow,” Shinji answered before he could ask when.

All these years, looking at him through the veil of his chastity and virtue, all of it, sat at the precipice of this man’s announcement. Akiro was content with loving him at far, touching him only innocently, but only if he could love him forever, see him every day.

“I love you Shinji…” Akiro confessed, and hearing the words drip from his lips made his heart race. Shinji looked over at him, his face was undeterminable. Blank. Empty.

“Shinji…did you hear what I said?” Akiro hulked over him, blocking the sun from his ice blue eyes. He looked up at this man, confessing to him now. He didn’t speak, only pulled his face to his own, kissing him gently holding his cheeks in his hands. His face was warm from the sun, and his lovely hair fell down on his cheeks.

“Shin…ji…” Akiro embraced him, what else could he do now? Did this mean his feelings had seeped through unknowingly? Did Shinji know the effect he had on him? From the first day he saw him, the yearning desire to hold him? And then in the same breath he whispered his name, he felt Shinji’s tongue slip into his mouth setting his whole being into tremors. He pushed Shinji down onto the ground staring at him intensely. The perspiration from the hot day, and the heat of the moment, crept down the sides of his face.

Again Shinji did not speak; he only stared at the piecing black eyes, to the owner of which had killed hundreds of men. One a solider, dying without understanding; the other a monk, living for enlightenment. The sweet irony that bound these two together was ripping them apart slowly.

Akiro slipped his robe off his shoulder exposing the pallid skin. Shinji was not fighting, and he wasn’t turning away. Akiro willed himself to believe that he wanted this too, loosening the tie around his robes quickly. He slid his fingertips up Shinji’s robes and felt the openness, the warm skin of his member which twitched at his touch. Shinji jerked a little, not fleeing the touch of his best friend, but opening his legs more as Akiro probed the opening between his legs.

All this, the writhing of their bodies as they met, the cringing pain Shinji felt being penetrated by Akiro, the deafening beat of their hearts. Simultaneous fear, and passion, under the blazing sun. The sweat of their bodies making them shed their heavy garb. Each time their tongues met they wanted more, each time their bodies connected they pulled and pushed harder to secure this bond that would soon be broken.

“Don’t forget me Shinji…” Akiro breathed heavily as his essence erupted.

Silence.

Shinji didn’t speak. Staining this memory would be a terrible sin. Instead he closed his eyes panting lightly, clutching to this man who had pleasured him so decadently, and lay in the summer sun, in the heat of Akiro, the call of the locust, lulling him to sleep.

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“Here lies, Akiro Takana… Commander of the 1st squad, held the 5th region for 12 days unaccompanied.”

Shinji sat bowing next to the grave of his child hood friend repeating the same words. Chanting?

“He was a strong man, a warrior, a fighter.”

Shinji felt the dull ache settle in his throat as he continued to utter the words undiscernibly.

“He will forever be commemorated…”

Whispering under his breath, Shinji didn’t chant as the other Buddhist did. He spoke the words he couldn’t say, 10 long years ago…

“I won’t…Akiro,”he breathed.

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