Disclaimer: Don't own, never gonna, just thought that this would be a cool story line.

This plot just came to me while I was in Classics class, I told my friend and she laughed but I still think that this story could be really cool and interesting if someone else had written it before me.

YAOI. So if you don't like then don't read. I don't want any flames complaining about the 'two boys getting together' when I have warned you up here of what is in the story. Those reviews will be laughed at by me and my friend. So watchout.

Your not him, but...

Your eyes are like his, so clear and blue. When I look into the my mind can almost visualise him lying over me, spent. But you not him. Your eyes are half closed, you're almost asleep, your hands slowly run through my hair, the satisfied smirk on your face lets me know what your thinking of, who your thinking of.

As your drift off to sleep you mumble the name of your love and become a dead weight on my chest. If this was a normal relationship I would be upset that it wasn't my name you said. I'm so used to hearing you scream his name at the climax of ... our activites I guess you could call it. If I was as vocal as you I know I'd scream out his name, not yours. That's all were are to each other, substitutes for the ones we really want. Staring at your ceiling, with you softly mumbling as you sleep, makes me wonder if he would mumble like you do. You look so much like him, but that's not surprising, your are brothers.

I guess that's what started it. You both could be twins if not for the age difference, but the same could be said for me and... I'm brought back to reality as an elbow connects with my stomach. You toss violently in bed and I have the bruises to prove it too. You toss and turn moaning incoherant things with a frown pressed deeply into your face. If I loved you, I'd wake you up and soothe you of your troubles. But I don't, so I just lie here waiting for you to either get through whatever problems you face in your dreams or wake up. You do the latter and with the force of momnetum that you used to sit up, somehow winds me up on the floor. Your breathing is short and sharp as if you've just run a mile instead of just waking up.

The idea to get up and ask if you are ok doesn't even enter my head. I don't have the right, cause I'm not the one you want. I do wonder however, if I just lie here and be real quite would you wonder where I was? I look up to see your head peering over the bed. You have that little smirk on your face that shows your sorry. He makes that same face.

'sorry,' you mumble 'guess I move around to much, even for you.' Your head disappears back over the bed and I hear you sigh as you slid over to the other side and get up. I'm left lying on the floor naked.

This... 'us' if you could call it... no calling it 'us' means that we feel something for each other, which we don't. it's purely sex. Sex and release for all the emotions that we bottle up as we watch them sit with their girlfriends, cuddling, kissing. This fuck friend relationship we have is to keep them from seeing us jealesous. I know I love him to much to put the pressure on him to love me back. He's my best friend for Gods sake, I could never get him to choose between me or her. I wonder sometimes if it's because I'm scared he'll pick her over me. You feel the same way about your situtation too. They have a name for us. Bleeding hearts I think it is. We would rather see the ones we love with the ones they love then see them unhappy, even though we ourselves, are felt feeling lonely. That's how 'this' started.

You come back from where ever it was that you went to. Must have been the bathroom, your dressed and your hair is slightly damp from the mosture.

'get up.' You don't even need to look to know I haven't moved. 'they'll be here soon and I don't want them to see you here.' 'like that' you say with a pause almost as if... nevermind that was a stupid thought anyway.

'Get up' you say again, louder this time and more harsh, your turning into your brother every day. I deside that I should get up soon, but only cause it's a bit uncomfortable down here. Your carpet is making my skin ich everywhere.

'Alright I up. I gonna have a shower.' You hm'ed in reply as you rumage around in your drawers, for whatever is in that draw. It's funny, I've come here about twice a week for the past 7 months and I still don't know where you keep anything. Only the towels. I know where they are, if I didn't I'd never be able to dry myself.

The shower is warm and I surrender myself to the numbness of the water as the high pressure pelts my skin. I lean against the wall, almost asleep when you bang on the bathroom door with a quick strong fist.

'hurry up, it's 10 am, they'll be here in half and hour.' I hear your footsteps retreating softly over the noise of the water hitting the wall behind me. Your much different in private then what you are infront of the others. Almost like he is. He puts up a mask that he shows the world, while really underneath he is almost the exact opposite. I finsh in the shower and quickly dry myself and look throguh my overnight bag for the pair of clothes I was going to change into.

Once I'm dressed I walk out of the shower and head back to your bedroom to stuff my bag under your bed. You'll wash them and put them back for the next time I come. Just like I do when you stay over at my place. I walk into the hallway and down to the front door so I can go down to the café just across the street and watch as everyone comes to your apratment as I always do. I open the front door to see a hand almost touching my chest and the owner of that hand eye's wide with surprise.

'Oh, hey Taichi, what are you doing here this early?'

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There we go. Did any of you guess who the characters were? I was going to do this as a one shot but I get bored if I have to write long pieces. So I'll just have to finsh it off in another chapter. From some one else's point of veiw, won't be the same. You can review if you want but it's not a must. I mostly wrote this for myself. Oh and if my spelling is wrony...I'm Sorry. I just really suck at grammer and stuff, even my teachers say so.