Unbeta'd, all mistakes are mine. Written at midnight in half an hour. Here are the fruits of my procrastination. Very short. #writingthegayfanfictionatmidnightthedaybeforemysocialstudiesassignmentisdueohshitiamsoscrewed


Ritsu had a little too much to drink. The night had been long, and the two have long left the pub they had been at. The brunette dragging along Masamune across the city. Masamune protested all the way, informing the younger that they were in public. But Ritsu didn't care - he wanted to show him his favourite place to be, on the edge of the city. The steady rush of the fountain led them both to the square. Once Ritsu saw it, he skipped to the fountain, his scarf trailing behind him in the cold winter air. Masamune was surprised at how much Ritsu was enjoying himself. It had been the first time he'd seen the younger as happy and free since their high school days.

Ritsu loved this place. He loved it because it was where he met An for the first time, it was where he had met up with Masamune coincidentally after school and they went for ice cream.

"Do you dance?" Masamune asked.

"Of course I do!" He laughed a little, and did a little turn on the spot.

"Let's dance then." Ritsu heard the rustle of Masamune's sleeve giving him his hand.

"But there's nobody to watch us."

Masamune smiled and pressed his lips to Ritsu's hair.

"The streetlight is our spotlight, each other the audience. This will be our song - when the fountain spills and our bodies dance together, the rhythm of our hearts will be the beat of the song." His voice gradually became a whisper. Ritsu found himself sobering up a little, the red tinge on his cheeks even more prominent. He looked up at the man through thick eyelashes and took the offered hand.

"Can you hear it?" ba-dump.

"Hear what?" ba-dump. ba-dump.

"My heart." Masamune whispered.

Ritsu's first steps were clumsy, having to hold onto Masamune for support when he fell. There was no verbal communication between the two, but Masamune made sure that eye contact was not broken. They didn't have to apologise for standing on each other's feet, it was all forgiven, all mistakes swept away.

Their movements were clunky and unprofessional, Masamune trying too hard to control Ritsu's movement, and Ritsu depending too much on Masamune's lead. Every now and then, one of them would let out a small laugh. They were both lost in each other's eyes. Ritsu breathed heavily, lips parted and yearning for contact with Masamune's lips. But the older wasn't going to give him that satisfaction, and the younger knew that. It was an unspoken promise, 'later.'.

They danced through the night, Ritsu hugging Masamune's side and swaying side to side when he got tired. Ritsu's coat on Masamune's back when he saw his teeth chatter. When the occasional drifter came by - if they came by (neither noticed, too lost in the dance), they ignored them, lost in their song, their dance.

In the wee hours of the morning when Ritsu's eyes had finally drooped and fell asleep on Masamune's warm chest, Masamune carried him back to his apartment.

They lay side by side, and Ritsu woke up a few hours later, calm, half-lidded eyes pupils blown when he looked at his lover. He heard the beat of their hearts and knew that their dance wasn't over. Because as long as their hearts were beating, even if they never see each other again, even if they both forget that night, the rhythm of their song still lives on.