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All it took was one glance at those beautiful, seemingly feminine lavender eyes and all of Hatsuharu's previous angst was stashed away into the dark recesses of his mind, if only for a few moments. Since Isuzu's recent death, he'd been going Black nearly daily, smashing up classroom after classroom. It was sort of his own special, destructive way of dealing with his intense grief. The rest of the Sohma family went on like nothing at all had happened; no one would speak of how Rin died. Only Yuki seemed to see how much pain Haru was trying to endure. He loved Yuki for being there, comforting and calming when Black Haru decided to make his presence known. And Haru noted that he'd been spending a lot more time at Shigure's home for this very reason.
Haru knew he couldn't mope forever, and maybe, he should just move on like everyone else. And maybe, Yuki could help him heal; help him forget the pain and the sorrow. "Yuki…" he whispered, tears threatening to fall from his burning eyes. "Why is it that everyone just goes on like Rin never existed? Am I the only one who cared about her?" His eyes narrowed, and his fists clenched; they both knew it was true.
The rat turned to him with a pitying look in his eyes, not knowing how to help his friend; how to heal his open wounds. The older boy reached over and pulled the younger one into a comforting embrace, or at least, that's what it was meant to be.
Unable to resist the temptation, Yuki leaned down and kissed the top of Haru's hair. Something far fiercer than butterflies fluttered in Haru's stomach, as he felt Yuki's warm breath on the back of his neck. He clung to the other boy as if it were the end of the world all over again. "I just…miss her...so much, Yuki," he sobbed. Tears flowed down from his eyes and soaked into Yuki's shirt. A hand came down to Haru's chin, gently jerking it upwards so he was forced to look at the other boy.
"Haru...I know. I know you miss her," the older boy whispered, wiping away a few stray tears from the younger one's face with his thumb. "But, you can't keep going on like this. It's tearing you apart and I can't stand it. I wish there was a way I could fix everything for you. So you could be the Haru I've always known and loved." Suddenly, he leaned down and captured the younger boy's lips with his own. Dominating and demanding, his tongue slipped into the warm cavern to play with its counterpart. The latter of the two couldn't help but moan at the sudden intimate contact. The chaste kiss ended as soon as it began when the other boy pulled away, panting slightly and looking ashamed. "I just want you to be happy, Haru," he whispered.
"I know, Yuki. And I just want to forget the pain and the hurt. I just want to forget and be happy." Haru smiled and pulled Yuki closer. "Help me forget Yuki." The older boy nodded, leaning down to kiss him passionately once more. Suddenly, the room was spinning and clothes were being torn and discarded like old, unwanted toys. And then, Yuki was on top of him, kissing, sucking, and nipping in every place skin was exposed, nearly driving Haru over the edge.
Haru pushed the older boy off of him and let loose a lustful growl from deep within his throat. He relentlessly tore the blue boxers off of Yuki's pale thighs and stared hungrily at the large erection between them. He kissed him hastily, unknowingly rubbing himself against Yuki's hard shaft. Haru planted dozens of light, teasing butterfly kisses on his flushed face. Trailing down slowly until his lips brushed over the tip of the older boy's arousal, causing him to jerk his hips up and gasp quietly. Smirking as he wrapped his hand around his lover and began pumping slowly, torturously. Yuki growled, thrusting his hips roughly into Haru's hand, clearly impatient with the younger boy's slow pace. With a smirk, Haru moved his hand faster, squeezing a little, and making his lover gasp at the sensations.
Suddenly, the door to Yuki's bedroom swung open, startling the two boys out of their lust-driven actions. With a considerably girlish squeal, Yuki scrambled to get his clothing back on while Haru simply glared at the intruder. "Shigure," he growled, "What do you want?"
"Well…I'm sorry if I interrupted something…but there's a phone call for you Haru." Shigure replied, calmly tossing the cordless phone in Haru's general direction. He stepped out of the room and closed the door; it was pure willpower that kept him from saying anything perverted.
Haru glared at the door for a moment before putting the phone next to his ear. "Hello." he said into the receiver. There was no reply for a moment before someone spoke:
"Hatsuharu. You must come to the main house at once. Akito requests your presence, at once. Goodbye."
click
"What the hell…?"
A/N:
Ah. That's it for chapter one. Sorry folks. There'll be more yaoi goodness later, when I stop being lazy. haha
Rin: Geez. I can't believe you killed me off! D:
Rei: Eh. Butbutbutbut!...how else would I be able to write about everyone's favorite FB boys making hot yaoi love with you there. It wouldn't be very believable considering Haru still loves you……I think. ..
Rin: Yeah, whatever. You still killed me off. -- Bitchface.
Haru: -gasp- ZOMBIEEE!!! runs
Rin and Rei: oO;; wth….
Yuki: Rate and Review, pleeeeeaaaaasssseee.
All: Bye! waves