A Change of Heart - Yaoi

Prologue

Sam took Leroy by the hand, walking upstairs with him.

Sam opened the door for Leroy, closing it quietly once they were both inside. He leant back against the door, smiling at Leroy shyly.

Leroy watched him; reaching out to Sam and pushing him slowly back onto the bed, crawling forwards onto the bed, leaning over him on all fours.

'Are you sure you want to do this?' Leroy asked him.

'Yes' Sam breathed. 'I want to...love you...to feel you...' he smiled. 'I want this' he whispered, 'I want to...feel you inside me.'

Sam reached up, brushing Leroy's cheek tenderly, running his fingers through his hair, before letting his hand fall back down to the bed, laying there beneath Leroy, calmly, simply waiting.

Leroy leant forwards, caressing Sam's cheeks with both hands as he moved forwards, his lips hovering over Sam's. He paused only briefly before kissing him.

Sam moaned as Leroy moved his tongue inside him, grasping Sam's arm with one hand, and with the other, slipping beneath his belt.

Sam broke away from him, craning his head back, his body shuddering, his breath in shallow gasps.

Leroy withdrew his hand, unbuckling Sam's belt, with the other hand he lifted Sam's shirt to expose his bare chest.

'You're so handsome' Leroy whispered, running his tongue across naked skin. 'So perfect.'

He leant back, sitting up so that he could see Sam's face clearly.

'Don't worry' he said. 'I won't mark you.'

'I wouldn't mind if you did' Sam mumbled back, cheeks flushed as Leroy continued to touch him down below, caressing him so tenderly. 'I am yours...' he breathed, 'after all...'

Leroy pulled his hand back, grasping the top of his trousers and pulling them down, freeing Sam from them and throwing them aside.

He leant over Sam again, kissing him briefly, before whispering into his ear.

'Turn over.'

Sam did so, and Leroy ran his hands over his body, nuzzling into his shoulder and smelling his scent as he unzipped his own trousers.

'Relax' he told him. 'I'll be gentle.'

Sam drew a sharp intake of breath, balling the sheets up in his hands as Leroy pushed forwards, reaching further into him as he leant over Sam, weaving his fingers between Sam's, as he moaned in pain, and in pleasure.

Leroy's body began to sweat in the hot room, but he did not slow his pace as he thrust into him.

Leroy continued, enjoying every inch of Sam's body, owning him. Controlling him.

He quickened as he began to climax, throwing his head back as his finished.

They lay on the bed together after that, holding each other close.

'I love you Leroy' Sam told him. 'I love you...'

Leroy squeezed him tighter, closing his eyes content as he felt a strange emotion inside at hearing these words.

'I know' Leroy whispered quietly to Sam.

A lot has changed throughout my life, and I haven't always been as happy as I am now.

I love Sam dearly, he is everything to me, and meeting him was one of the best things that has ever happened to me....

However...my story began not with him

But with another...

Part 1

Three years ago

Chapter One

'I like this one' she said, pointing to the picture of green curtains in the magazine before her.

Ken leant his elbow on the table, resting his chin in his palm.

'Isn't it a bit too early to start planning things like this?' Ken asked her happily.

'It's never too early' Alyssa giggled, closing the magazine and pushing it to the side. 'I can't wait for us to get a place together; your parents say it will be soon.'

'And are your parents still ok with this?' Ken asked her. 'I mean...they don't think I'm taking you away or anything do they?'

'You're a good man' Alyssa gleamed at him, 'and your family are good people.'

'Oh stop' Ken mumbled shyly, picking up his cup of coffee and sipping at it. 'You're really too good to me.'

'You're good to me' Alyssa said to him, reaching for his hand across the table and grasping it firmly in her own. 'Very soon we'll have a house of our own and children. Our parents have it all planned out.'

'And...' Ken asked slowly. 'Is that what you want?'

'Yes of course it is' she gleamed without hesitation, looking ever more beautiful as she smiled. Her long corn coloured hair fell about her shoulders, as her blue eyes shone from the light through the window outside. 'My parents said to me it's what a woman should do. Find a good man to marry and have children with. This is my life's dream.'

'As is mine' Ken smiled, grasping her hand in both his own now. 'Have you finished?' he asked her as she dabbed at her lips with her napkin, doing so in a very feminine fashion. 'Would you like anything else?'

'No thank you' she replied, folding up the magazine and slipping it into her bag and rising. 'Let's go.'

He offered her his arm like a gentleman should, and together they left the coffeehouse.

It was a gentle day outside. It was midday. The sun was warm and the air still. Everything was peaceful around them, even the town itself seemed hushed.

Everything was calm....well....almost.

Ken suddenly heard a ruckus coming from across the road. He turned to glance back behind him, seeing what it was.

From the entrance to a club that Ken was unfamiliar with, out stumbled a small group of male figures, the liveliest of which was a young man with rose red hair Ken would have described as being like a woman's. Short at the top and long at the back, long enough to tie into a ponytail. Ken paused for a moment, watching this lively and rowdy figure as he clung to several of the men around him; clearly he was drunk, as were the men around him.

At midday! Ken thought.

He watched as the man with long black hair straightened suddenly, pulling himself up against the man closest to him. He then kissed him, hand travelling down the man's body and touching his crotch.

Disgusting. Ken visibly flinched at the sight of this. Such sordid behaviour is bad enough behind closed doors...but to do it out in the open....?!

'Are you alright Ken?' Alyssa asked turning back. She then gasped at the sight of the men, hand going to her mouth in shock.

'Don't look' Ken said to her in a sharp tone. 'Lost souls deserve only hell. We shouldn't have anything to do with them.'

He pulled her away.

They parted ways hours later when the light began to fade.

'I had fun today' Alyssa said. 'I hope we can do it again soon.'

'I hope so too' Ken smiled warmly.

She reached forwards and kissed him, Ken held her in his arms tenderly, his hands around her waist.

They broke apart.

'I love you Ken' she whispered to him. 'I always will.'

'I know.'

'Will we see each other again tomorrow?'

'I hope so.'

She giggled shyly, hand going to her mouth.

'Bye then' she said.

'See you.'

She turned and skipped away. Ken watched her until she reached the front door to her home, waving at him one last time before closing the door.

Ken waved back, before letting his hand drop. He moved away, heading to his own home on the other side of town.

He insisted on walking her home every time they parted ways, as every gentleman should. He would treat her right, and give her the life she deserved.

I love her Ken thought. I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

The sun had just dipped below the horizon by the time Ken reached his home. He lived on the ground floor in a small apartment block. It was a modest home, but comfortable. He lived here with his family, and had everything he needed. He was happy.

He rang the doorbell before he entered, just to let his parents know he'd come home. As was his habit.

They looked up as he entered, both smiling at him.

'Welcome home Ken. Did you have fun out with Alyssa?'

'Yeah' he said taking off his shoes.

He sat at the table opposite his older brother and younger sister. Their names were Walter and Sue.

'What's for food?' he asked.

'Lasagne' his mother said, placing it on the table. 'You timed it well.'

'Just lucky I guess' Ken smirked, picking up his fork eagerly.

His father sat at the head of the table silently as his mother dished up a portion for each of them. When she was done, she sat in the chair beside her husband and placed her hands together. The others followed suit.

His mother said a quick prayer and amen before allowing her family to eat.

When they were finished, Ken helped his mother clear the table.

'Ken' she said to him. 'I know it's late, but can you go out to the shops and get some bread and milk.'

'Sure. But are they still open at this time?' he asked her.

'They're open til ten' she told him. 'If you hurry...'

Ken was already heading towards the door. 'Don't worry' he said grinning back at her. 'I'll make it.'

He ran from his home, his pace slowed to a jog as he reached the shop. He made it just in time, five minutes before closing.

He bought what he needed and walked home slowly.

It was dark now, and only by the lights from the street lamps was he able to see as they lit his path.

It was silent in the town now, peaceful. Ken loved this place he lived. His life was perfect, his future bright.

Everything is planned out Ken thought happily to himself as he strolled home.

He had nearly reached his front door when he came across a figure.

The figure stopped. A flicker of recognition crossed his face.

'Hey it's you' the figure said. 'I saw you earlier today.'

Ken frowned. The stranger was perhaps only a little older than him. His red dyed hair was short and spiked at the top, and on the bottom it was long and tied in a ponytail that grew at the back.

Ken recognised him.

'You're that guy I saw earlier outside that club.'

'The name's Mustang' he said, tilting his head at him.

Ken stared at him for several seconds, before bursting out into hysterical laughter.

'Mustang?!' he cackled. 'That is the stupidest name I've ever heard!'

'Oh yeah?' Mustang glowered indignantly. 'Then what's your name then?'

He composed himself before answering, wiping away a tear.

'My name? It's Ken. My parents call me Kenneth.'

'AAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!'

Mustang doubled over, holding his sides. His laughter was so hysterical, that he actually fell on the floor and started rolling around.

'Hey it's not funny' Ken glared angrily, as Mustang rose to his feet.

Mustang swayed on the spot for several seconds, before finally straightening.

'I'm sorry...' he gasped. 'I'm sorry....I.....AHAHAHAHAHAAAHAWWWWW!'

'You're so annoying' Ken grumbled at him, gritting his teeth.

Mustang faltered then. He suddenly gave a look that Ken couldn't read, and one he didn't like.

Mustang reached for him then, taking him by the shirt.

He pulled him closer, and kissed him on the lips.

Ken's eyes widened in shock. He couldn't believe what Mustang had just done.

Ken shoved him away, hand going to his mouth.

'What are you doing?!!!'

'Kissing you' Mustang said casually, in a tone that suggested it was obvious. 'You know what that is right?'

The window of the apartment on the second floor suddenly opened then and a head popped out.

'Mustang? Is that you?' a man called down to him. 'Hurry up and get in here. I've been waiting!'

'I'll be there is a moment' Mustang called up to him. He looked back at Ken then. 'He's my boyfriend.'

Ken's heart jolted at the casual way he had said this.

As if it were normal?

'How can you say such things to me?' Ken spluttered, hand still covering his mouth as if to protect himself, as he if thought that Mustang might do it again.

'I thought you might be wondering who he was' Mustang said innocently.

'I don't care' Ken spat angrily. 'Why do you think I would care?!'

His voice was muffled as he spoke behind his hand.

'Well' Mustang smirked at him as he turned to go. 'I'll see you around.'

Yeah right Ken thought angrily. As if I'd ever want to see you again.

He watched as Mustang ascended the stairs to the next level above him. Only once he had entered the apartment and closed the door after him did Ken move his hand, breathing a deep sigh of relief.

That jerk. What was that all about? I can't believe he did that to me!

He picked up the grocery bag he had dropped and turned back to his own home, cheeks red with rage.

It was silent in the house when first he entered, and the lights were all off. He took off his shoes and quietly put the bread and milk away, finding his mother in the next room watching TV with the lights off.

'Oh honey' she said in a sleepy voice. 'You're back...good. Is everything alright? Did you get what we needed?'

'Yes' he answered shortly. 'Everything fine. I'm going to my room ok?'

'Goodnight dear' his mother smiled wearily after him.

Ken closed the door after him, leaning back against the door with a hand over his mouth.

I can't believe he did that...

'Who was that kid?' Justin asked as Mustang entered the room.

'Oh...' Mustang thought. 'He's...a kid in my class I think. I saw him earlier today.'

'Does he live here?'

'I think so. I mean I guess he does.'

Mustang's hands came up, holding Justin's face tenderly as he kissed him.

'I'm glad it's just us again' Justin said seductively as Mustang moved his lips down his body.

'Yeah' he spoke between kisses. 'Me too.'

Mustang turned him over, bending him over the sofa and trailing kisses down his naked back.

'Do you want the safe word?' Mustang asked him quietly.

'You never tell me what it is' Justin replied with a smirk.

Chapter Two

The next morning Ken went to school.

Along the way he came across a familiar figure.

Ken's lip curled in disgust as he sneered down at Mustang, half-asleep on a bench and blinking blearily up at him, dribbling.

'Oooozat?'

'You're a disgrace' Ken spat down at him.

Mustang's vision must have cleared somewhat then, because his face suddenly lit up.

'Kenneth! My man!'

He tried to rise, instead his hand slipped and he face planted the bench, before rolling off the side and onto the floor.

He rolled onto his back, gazing up at Ken.

'You're hung over' Ken told him.

'No' Mustang slurred. 'I'm still drink.'

'You mean drunk.'

Ken watched as Mustang struggled to his feet, flailing about on his back for several seconds like a tortoise flipped over, before using the bench as support and finally standing.

'Shouldn't you be going to school?' Ken asked him.

'I only go when I feel like it' Mustang grumbled, clutching his head with a hand. 'And today...I just don't feel up to it.'

'You make me sick' Ken spat at him. 'Don't you care about your future?'

Mustang stared at him in shock, suddenly frozen, still holding onto the bench for support.

Ken turned on his heel, walking away. He left Mustang behind.

He didn't know what it was, but there was something about him that got under his skin. He had seen delinquents before, but this...

His mood brightened only when he reached the school gates and found Alyssa waiting for him.

When she saw him she broke into a smile, looking ever more beautiful.

Ken smiled at her in turn.

The rest of that day was normal.

'Bowling?' Ken asked. 'Tonight?'

'Now' Chris grinned at him. 'You're not doing anything are you?'

'Um' Ken hesitated. 'No?' he smiled. 'Let me just call home...I don't want my family to worry.'

'Do it on the way' Chris said taking a step back and beaconing him to follow. 'Come on. Anthony and Neil are coming too, and Sue...oh and Lisa is coming too.'

'Oh right' Ken mumbled, pulling his mobile out and dialling for home.

Chris fell silent as Ken spoke to his mother, telling her he will be home late.

'I love you too mum' Ken sighed happily at her. 'Bye now.

'Why don't you invite Alyssa?' Chris asked him, as Ken put his phone back in his pocket.

'No she's busy' Ken said to him, 'she's got other plans.'

'Aww, that's a shame.'

Chris grabbed onto a lamppost as they went, swinging around it once before walking ahead again.

'So are you any good at bowling?'

Ken grinned at him.

'Not really...sorry. I haven't played since I was a kid. I bet I'll be rubbish.'

'Nah' Chris waved away at him. 'I'm probably more rubbish than you are. So was it a birthday party last time you played?'

'Yeah' Ken said. 'My own.'

'At least this time you can drink, just be careful on the way home ok?'

'Sure whatever' Ken smirked. 'I could say the same back to you.'

They reached the brightly coloured building in the shopping centre, Chris jogging in through the doors to meet Lisa, lifting her in his arms and planting a kiss on her lips.

'Looks like we're all here' Neil said as Ken approached them.

'Hey Ken' Sue smiled sweetly at him, 'how are you doing?'

'Great' he nodded with a smile.

'Aw?' Sue whined. 'Alyssa couldn't make it?'

'Sorry she's got other plans' Ken replied.

'It doesn't matter' Neil said, 'there's always next time right? Come on sis' he said to Sue. 'The food there is delicious and I'm hungry. Let's go.'

They spent hours that evening at the bowling alley, playing several games, talking and eating at the café nearby.

Life was normal, and Ken was happy.

It was dark by the time they left. Ken said his goodbyes, and made his way home alone.

It was quiet in the town, so still and peaceful. When he got home he found his mother waiting for him.

'You're back' she smiled at him.

'Of course I'm back' Ken laughed. 'Why wouldn't I be back?'

'I was just worrying for you' she said hugging him.

'Mum I'm fine' Ken told her flatly, frowning at her in amusement. 'I'm not a kid anymore.'

'You'll always be my baby' she gleamed happily.

Ken groaned loudly at that.

'Alright. I'm going to bed now' she said to him letting him go. 'Goodnight my dear.'

'Night mum' he said, smiling at her.

He watched her go, listened to her footsteps up the stairs, then silence.

Ken stayed in the kitchen, making himself a bowl of cereal before going to bed.

The next day, Ken saw Mustang again. Not in the streets, but in his classroom.

Ken turned to glance behind him, seeing Mustang sitting a few seats back from him. The moment Mustang noticed Ken watching him, he flashed him a grin and a wink.

Ken glared at him, turning back around to face his desk.

That's it Ken thought bitterly. I remember him now. He's the one who asked in sex ed. a few years ago why sperm tastes salty.

A look of revulsion crossed his expression.

Disgusting. He is an abomination. For being gay, for being so crude...and having no self respect. He doesn't even bother coming to school at all on most days. Ken turned back to glance at Mustang. Why did he come now? I haven't seen him in years.

After class finished, Ken went to one of the fountains in the corridor to drink. When he straightened again, he saw Mustang before him.

He gritted his teeth angrily, turning away from him sharply and storming off.

It was several seconds later, when Ken realised there were footsteps following him.

He paused, turning around he saw Mustang was following him.

'Go away!'

'But I want to talk to you' Mustang said innocently.

'About what?'

'I was wondering why you wanted me to come to school. You know...the other day when we spoke. I was wondering...' he paused. 'Were you worried about me?'

I shouldn't even be talking to him.

'Of course you have to go to school. Have you no care for the future?'

'Actually' Mustang said shrugging, 'not really. I live for the now.'