☆Wish Upon A Star☆

☆~Chapter 4~☆

Yao's hands tightly clasped around the mug Ivan had used to serve him a hot chocolate, chewing on his bottom lip.

"So, Kiku is sick? So we can't have dinner at yours tonight?" Ivan asked, finishing his own hot chocolate.

Yao gulped the warm drink down, nodding.

He didn't dare to make eye contact with his boyfriend, it was almost like his violet orbs would steal the truth from him. And he couldn't allow that, he couldn't disappoint his brother like that.

But the pieces in Ivan's mental puzzle didn't fit, it was just too strange. He decided to push the Chinese man further, in a subtle interrogatory.

"Ow, I hoped I could finally meet that little brother of yours,"

Ivan's weapons of psychologic torture left Yao ridden, his weak and pure mind not wanting either to lie nor tell the truth.

"I-I know, and I'm sorry... H-He's really sick in the stomach, you d-don't want to get sick too,"

Ivan smirked mentally.

"Stomach? I thought he had a cold?"

Yao froze, feeling like a deer under the sight of a hunter's gun. His eyes widened slightly. "O-Oh, yes, I--"

"Why are you lying to me, Yao?" Ivan cut Yao off, staring into his golden eyes for a second before the smaller man averted them away. "I-I'm not lying! L-Let me exp--"

Noticing Yao's fear and how possibly he was truly giving the Chinese boy a reason to be scared away, Ivan decided to change his tactic to a more innocent one.

With a swift move, Ivan's sharp fingers dug in Yao's side playfully. He smirked, wanting to grin childishly. "Are you making me tickle you, love?" Yao squeaked, blushing bright red and squirming when Ivan tickled up and down his side.

But Yao's reaction was by far unexpected, when he pawed at Ivan's hand with tears in his eyes, instead of giggling and begging for him to stop.

That shocked the taller man, who quickly stopped his playful fingers. "Yao? Are you okay?" He felt a sharp pain in his chest, out of the wounded pride of seeing his interrogation techniques failing, letting a weak man like Yao keep a secret.

Yao didn't respond, quickly wrapping his arms around Ivan's torso and crying into his chest. The stronger man held him close, almost awkward as he rocked him gently and stroked his hair. "Babe... Tell me, what's wrong?" He said even softly.

Yao stayed clung to Ivan, whimpering and staining his shirt with warm tears. He quickly decided to tell the truth, or at least a smaller lie. He hated lying, the only lie he had been keeping for long was Kiku's past, but he knew that it was for Kiku's sake.

"K-Kiku is shy... He d-doesn't want me to bring anyone over... I-I'm so sorry..." He felt relieved as his lie turned part truth.

Ivan could feel a warm rage through him. A thousand ways to torture the last Honda both mentally and physically overwhelmed him. "It's alright, Yao. Don't worry about it. I understand." Lies kept flowing from his clenched lips, calmly stroking the Chinese man's hair as a furious fire exploded inside of him.

Yao slowly calmed down, holding onto him tightly, then softer. "A-Are you sure?" "Completely." The Russian spat his poison out in a kiss to Yao's forehead, a kiss that soothed Yao's anxiety.

"Thank you..." "There's nothing to be thanked for. Now I have stuff to do, I'll pick you up later for a walk, alright?" Yao's heart sink slightly, but he could only sigh and nod. "Alright, love..." "Good,"

Ivan helped Yao back up, putting his coat back on him and leaving the mug back on the table. Yao reached for it, wanting to stay and finish his cup. The Russian man rushed to kiss Yao's lips as a goodbye, practically pushing him out.