Michael Kenji Shinoda was a delivery boy since he was 15. Now at 20 years old, all his time focused around work, study and go home.

He lived alone in a small multi-story house next to the Mason Park. Every day he would wake up, take a long bath, eat his breakfast at his favorite bakery and then go to work.

It was a beautiful and sunny Monday when the boy was riding his bike and throwing the newspapers to each house of the neighborhood.

Mrs. Henderson, an old lady who used to live next to the city mall, always offered him milk and cookies in the morning.

The Asian would laugh, because to her he would always be a child, no matter how many years passed.

When he was getting back home after his college classes he had a feeling that someone was following him. Scared he looked back, but saw no one.

‘Stop it Michael. You’re just tired. There’s no one behind you’ he thought to himself.

It was late afternoon, so he knew that he would be safe if he rode quickly. He looked back a couple more times until he got home.

The first thing he did when he stepped in was take his shoes off and then he called his favorite pizzeria. He was too tired to cook anything.

After his dinner he took another bath and sat on the couch to call to his friend Anna.

“Hey Anna.”

“Hi Mikey! What´s up?”

“Nothing much, I just had my dinner.”

“Me too.”

“So… Wanna come over?”

“Sure. I´ll be there in 15 minutes.”

“Alright.”

Michael loved the fact that anytime he called Anna, the girl would be right on her way to his home.

She was not his girlfriend or anything like that. He liked to say that she was his sex pal. Not that the girl didn´t like it.

She was cool with that since she wanted sex, but not a real relationship.

Anna didn´t take long to arrive. Actually she was there in exactly 15 minutes, just like she said.

In a matter of time both were wrapping the other´s bodies over the fluffy carpet.

The second thing that he loved about the girl was her sex. She was obviously not shy at all.

She would do everything that he wanted if he did what she wanted too, and he did it gladly, so both ended up satisfied.

Michael was about to come when he heard the doorbell ringing. He never swore so much in his life. Flustered he dressed in his pants and got up from the floor.

It was 1 am and he had no idea of who it could be.

When he watched by the spotter he saw a man staring with scared eyes. It was raining and the man was completely wet.

“Who’s there Mike?” Anna asked, already dressing herself.

“I don´t know! I´ll ask on the intercom,” Michael pushed the button on the intercom and gulped, “W-Who are you?”

No answer came. The man kept standing in front of the door, staring deeply through the spotter, just like if he was able to see what was going on inside the house.

“So? Who is it?”

“He’s not answering. He must be a thief. I’m not going to answer him. Can you stay tonight?”

“Of course.”

“Go away! Or I´ll call the police! I have a gun and I know how to use it!”

Strangely the man gave no reaction but he stepped backward and soon he disappeared.

“If he was a thief I don´t think he would be like that. I guess he would shoot the door or kick it in.”

“Whatever. Maybe he was a junkie. Who cares anyway? I´m glad that he´s gone.”

“You´re right... Come here, kitty…”

After another love making session both could sleep calmly cuddling together on the soft carpet.

When Michael woke up in the morning he was not surprised to see that the girl was no longer there. It was always like this.

Just like the other night, the doorbell rang for three times. He thought that it was Anna, so he dressed himself quickly, but when he opened the door he saw the same man from last night.

The Asian was prepared to start shouting until he stopped to look closely.

His mouth hung open and his heart started to beat fast. Michael was in front of the most beautiful man that he ever saw.

The unknown was not too short, but not too tall. He was a little shorter than the Asian.

His eyes were hazel and passed great sincerity and innocence. His short hair was nut-brown and he was wearing rock star like clothes.

With skinny leg blue jeans, black boots and a white v-neck halter. He was so pale that his skin seemed to glow and his rosy lips seemed to be soft and very kissable.

“W-Who are you?”

"Nîn Aran,” The man said softly, reverencing the taller one.

“What?”

“That means my king in the language of my people.”

“Alright…” Michael was confused. The velvety voice of the other man made him shiver.

“So… How can I help you?”

“It´s a long story… My name is Chester by the way.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Chester.”

“Nice to meet you again Nîn Aran”

“So… How can I help you?”

“Sorry for interrupting you, but I need to do my water. Can I use your latrine?”

“My what?”

“Latrine; I need to do my water. I would do it in the woods, but I didn´t want to miss the chance of talking to you.”

“Still don´t get it.”

“Water, I need to do my water,” Chester placed his hand between his legs.

“Oh! Water! I got it now! You want to take a piss.”

“A what?”

“Come on in.”

“Thank you Nîn Aran.”

Michael didn´t know why he let the man in, but in that moment their eyes met and he felt that he could trust the stranger.

To be continued…

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A/N:Here I am! *---* Another story for you guys... I ´m not giving anything away until the next chapter! You´ll have to find out what exactly Chaz is *-*

*suspense*

Thanks for my lovely Becky,who´s helping me again <3