It was confusing, our relationship. It was more than friendship, way more. But Haru still hadn't confronted Yuki about the whole thing. It left me with a bad taste in my mouth and didn't make things easier between Haru and I. But I had to trust the bovine enough with what we had. Or, what we were staring to have, anyway.

It was still complicated.

Haru had started spending way more time with me while I wrote but Yuki had even started calling me because Haru was now avoiding him.

"I want to wait until I know exactly what I'm going to say; he doesn't need to know our whole story."

I completely agreed with Yuki not needing to know the whole story, but it put me off that he wasn't coming clean about us yet. Sure we weren't in an actual romantic relationship just yet but we were…

Well, I don't know. We hung out more than we used to and like we would if nothing ever happen.

Except the whole… Making out part. And cuddling, we did cuddle. Even if the whole idea of cuddling still makes me a little uncomfortable. It wrecks the image I like giving out. But it's not like we do it with people around, so it was okay.

Even if our situation was confusing, it was still pretty good stuff to write about, my manager was very happy with the stuff I was putting out. I still don't think Haru knows exactly that I write about us. Or him and Yuki. Or all three of us, sometimes – it depends on the situation and all that nonsense.

My fingers typed away and the keys on my computer but they were itching to curl up and hit something.

Maybe Haru.

My finger's paused.

Nah.

I typed some more.

"Besides, I still need to know what we ever are."

The clicking of the keys stopped again. Right. We still needed to talk about that. I mentally cringed and slowly swiveled my chair around to face Haru. Better sooner than later to get this chat over with. Finally clear things up and decide what we were to be.

He looked at me expectantly but when I would look anywhere but he and I wouldn't talk, he sighed and leaned back.

"Well, Kyo? What are we?"

I rolled my eyes and huffed. "How the hell am I supposed to know?"

"I want you to be comfortable with our… Situation."

"I… am."

He sighed again like I was being difficult. "That still doesn't clear anything up, kitten."

I couldn't help but bristle at the stupid pet name he decided to give me.

"Stop calling me that!"

There was a slight turn of his lips and I blushed knowing he was thinking I was cute.

"And stop thinking things, pervert."

The slightest chuckle escaped through parted lips and I find myself holding back my own smile. What can I say, it's contagious.

I sigh and run a hand through my fiery locks, standing up in the process and pacing.

"I-I don't know." My hand goes down to my neck and I rub at it, trying to distract myself from what's going on even if I know it won't help. He stands up, too, and blocks me from continuing my pacing. I glance up at the faintly taller man and fight the urge to kiss him while we're so close. He has that effect on me.

"What do you want?" I ask him quietly, even though I think I might know already.

He smiles patiently, "I want you."

I curl and uncurl my fists trying to get the knot out of my stomach and sink in what he's saying. Apparently taking too long to answer, Haru leans down to kiss my neck lightly and his hands intertwine with mine. My eyes slip shut and I know that this is what I want.

"I want you, too," I tell him breathily.

He kisses my neck once more before kissing the shell of my ear, "Kyo, be with me." It's not a question but I know he wants – needs – the conformation. So I tilt my head over to him and kiss him square on the mouth, giving him that conformation.

In no time we're hot and heavy and his hand's slipping up my shirt while mine are tangled in his hair. Hardly any time passes and my shirts thrown to the ground, Haru's following soon after. His hips grind into mine and I'm fiddling with his belt buckle, barely able to even concentrate as his mouth goes for the soft tissue of my neck. I let out a soft groan and finally unlock his belt when there's a knock at the door.

"Don't get it," he whispers in my ear before taking the lobe in his mouth and sucking on it. I completely take his belt from his pants and toss them aside, not paying attention to where it goes. I've already forgotten about the door when there's a harder knock and a voice that accompanies it.

"Kyo, open up. Is Haru there?"

Haru and I are brought to a halt and the moments completely gone. He looks at me with worried eyes and I reach for my shirt that made its way nearly on the other side of the room. I carelessly throw it on and head for the door, noticing how he's already found his belt and is trying to get it on before I open the door.

"What do you want?" I ask with a familiar scowl.

Yuki peers around me and finds Haru still shirtless. His eyes narrow and he tries to push himself in the room. I block his way defiantly and my arm holds onto the doorframe.

"What do you want?" I ask again, a small growl emerging from the back of my throat.

I can tell Yuki doesn't like the small threat when he gives me a sharp glare. "I want to talk to Haru."

He's back away enough I feel comfortable with crossing my arms in front of my chest.

"Well he doesn't want to talk to you." I glance back at Haru for my own conformation and a now-clothed Haru gives a curt nod. I look smugly back and Yuki to see him basically fuming. I hold back sadistic grin and instead give him a smug look instead.

Yuki's brows furrow for a moment before he looks like he's ready to kill someone; probably me.

"You fucking bitch!" He goes in for a hit and I'm almost too surprised that he cursed to move – almost. I duck out of the way just in time and go for a swing myself but he's of course too fast for me to connect my fist. He plants a kick to my ribs and I'm rolling on the floor, throwing out a few curses of my own.

I jump right back up in time to find Yuki going for Haru and my anger's fueled even more. I rush to Yuki and he's too busy trying to beat up Haru that he doesn't even notice. My fist connects to the side of his head and he's sent toppling over the coffee table near the sofa. He wipes blood from his mouth and stands up with venom in his eyes.

"How dare you!" He screams and I know it's directed to both of us. His light eyes shoot to Haru and somehow they get even more menacing.

"You're going to regret this."

I can feel Haru tense and ready to shout something back but I cut in first. "Get out, Yuki. He's mine." I can feel my face twist into a snarl and I realized I hadn't sounded so threatening in a long time. There really hadn't been a reason to until now. I possessively stepped in front of Haru to prove my point and was thanked with him draping his arms loosely around my waist.

Yuki looks shock at the display of affection and fumes out without another word, though a treat is clear in his eyes. The door is slammed shut and the two of us are left standing there, trying to process what just happened.

When Haru's arms don't come undone, I turn in his grasp and lean my head on his chest, closing my eyes and letting out a tired, annoyed sigh. The bovine's grip only tightens and he places a chaste kiss to my head. "I'm sorry," he apologizes into my hair with a frown I can hear in his voice.

I pull back to look at him with a more annoyed look, "His fucking fault." Haru's frown is gone and I roll my eyes and give him a peck on his lips before leaning back to speak; "and his fucking loss."

Haru gives me a smile and pulls me close, kissing me with a longer, sweeter kiss. He pulls back with a mischievous grin and I look at him, questioning.

"I'm yours, huh?"

I give him a smirk. "Damn straight." And then I kiss him nice and hard and we're right back to where we left off. We're a mess of teeth, lips, and tongues and I can't seem to get him close enough. He's pulling me closer and tighter and I get the impression that he feels the same way.

Our breaths mingle as we pull apart to rid ourselves of those pesky shirts and his lips travel down my neck to the top of my chest while he works at my belt. My hands pull at his two-toned hair and all I have left to do is give him mewing sounds of approval. I can tell he likes my sounds by the way he nearly rips my belt off and hurriedly gets his own off.

His lips set my skin on fire and there's a trail of scorch marks leading down further and further to the hem of my pants. His tongue dips down the front of my waistband and I growl because I want more and he's just teasing me. His lips ghost my sensitive skin and he speaks without lifting off completely.

"Patience, kitten."

"Patience my fucking ass," I growl back, attacking him with a fervent kiss and making us fall on each other. I'm on top and I straddle his hips, grinding into him. He's getting just as impatient as I was and when he looks at me with those big eyes full of want, I can't take it anymore, either.

I move away slowly, holding his hands to my thighs and he gets the hint and picks me up, carrying me to my bedroom. Our lips fuse together and the slow walk there is almost dangerous as we bump into everything on the way there, including almost every inch of wall.

By the time we finally make it, his throws my on the bed with a sexy grin and ravishes me to the best of his ability – which is freaking ridiculous and almost has me seeing stars. It's not long until we're not apart and I think I could get used to this. He had told me he was falling for me and this moment right now makes me realize I'm falling just as fast and hard as he is.