Yata strolled down the street with his skateboard under his arm. There wasn't much to do at HOMRA, so Mr. Kusanagi said he should take a day off. Although he wanted to spend every moment searching for Tatara's murderer, he agreed that some rest might help him feel better. The nights since his friend died were long and agonizing. He often laid awake all night thinking about the boy and all the torturous ways he would kill the murderer.

As he made his way down the clear street, he heard a familiar voice call from behind him. "Well, well, if it isn't my good friend, Misaki. I thought I smelled a virgin."

Misaki spun around to face the blue clansman who stood a few meters away. He had the unsettling grin on his face that gave him goosebumps. "What do you want, Saruhiko?" he barked.

"There's no need to be so hostile." Fushimi walked towards him. "I thought we could catch up? I haven't seen you in a while~"

"Forget about it. There's no way I'm gonna 'catch up' with a traitor to Mikoto."

Fushimi's expression turned flat. "Still hung up on that, huh?"

"It's the truth." Misaki clenched his fists as the younger man moved closer. This was supposed to be a day for him to rest, and there certainly wouldn't be any resting if he hung around Fushimi.

"I didn't betray you; I simply realized that I'm better matched with Scepter 4. The red clan is just a bunch of teenage thugs. Why would I want to be a part of that when I could put my powers to better use?"

"Whatever. I'm done talking to you." Misaki turned on his heel and dropped his skateboard. Before he hopped on, however, a strong hand gripped his arm.

"Where are you going, Mi~sa~ki~? I'm not done talking." He grinned again.

The red clansman shook off the hand and faced his enemy. "I told you not to call me by my first name." A faint red aura formed around Misaki.

"Now, now, let's not get carried away. I didn't come here to fight."

The statement caught him off-guard. They tried to kill each other every time they encountered one another. "Then...what do you want?" He looked at the black haired male skeptically.

"I already told you. Let's go back to my place."

"No way! You're probably just gonna tie me up and attack me or some shit. I'm not falling for that, monkey."

"If I was going to attack you, don't you think I would've already? You've left yourself completely vulnerable; I could've easily cut you down at any point," he replied smugly.

Misaki twitched. The monkey certainly had a good point. They were only standing a few feet apart, a perfect distance for Fushimi to pull out his sword and attack. He was also aware of the daggers he kept up his sleeve; they could've been thrown at any time in their conversation. Saruhiko was the most skilled swordsman he'd ever met; he internally scolded himself for being so careless. He pegged it on his recent lack of sleep and returned his gaze to his former friend.

"Fine. But if you make one suspicious move, I'll take you out." He picked up his skateboard and followed Fushimi towards his apartment.

The man turned and smiled. "You can try."

Misaki growled, but decided against arguing; it wouldn't lead anywhere. He walked with the man down the sidewalk, careful to watch his body language in case he turned on him.

Fushimi unlocked his door and gestured for the older male to enter. The man locked his door behind him and leapt across the room to roughly push Misaki onto the couch.

"Wh-what the hell?"

"I've been waiting for so long, Misaki...it's hard to control myself now that I finally have you in my grasp." Fushimi crawled on top of the boy and threw his beanie on a nearby table. He ran his long fingers through the silky red locks. "I've always liked your hair...why do you hide it under a hat?"

The redhead blushed. "What are you going on about? And stop calling me that."

"You're so cute when you're embarrassed." Fushimi lowered his head and kissed the man's neck. He proceeded to nip at and suck on the fair skin, not surprised when Misaki protested.

"W-why did you do that?"

"I told you...I can't hold back any longer." He moved to his collarbone and lapped at it. He slid a hand up Misaki's shirt and tweaked a nipple.

"St-stop it, Saru."

"You say that, but your body is begging me to touch you," he whispered. To prove his point, Fushimi rubbed the bulging erection through his pants.

Misaki groaned and blushed bright red. "Don't tease me…"

He had feelings for his best friend for years, but never found the courage tell him. Fushimi was always popular with the girls; even though he never accepted their gifts or dated any of them. He didn't want to make things weird if he was straight. He'd rather keep his friend and deal with his unrequited emotions instead of losing him altogether. However, that happened anyway.

He shyly looked into the piercing blue eyes above him. The man lowered his head and captured Misaki's lips. The redhead eagerly took control; he shoved his tongue into his mouth and tangled his fingers in the dark hair. He felt a satisfied smirk against his lips.

Just then, a ring sounded through the apartment. Fushimi sighed and pulled out his cell.

"This is Fushimi." He kept his eyes on Misaki as he spoke. He wondered how the man could act so cool and collected while he was a heavily breathing mess.

"Where have you been?" a woman exclaimed. "You can't just walk out whenever you want."

Fushimi smiled. "I'm...busy right now. I'll come in early tomorrow."

Misaki blushed. His intense stare was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable.

Fushimi rolled his eyes as the woman scolded him.

"Tch, fine. I'm leaving now." Saruhiko placed the phone back in his pocket and exhaled. He lowered his head and kissed Misaki once more before standing. He adjusted his glasses and put his uniform coat back on.

"Sorry, Miss Awashima is a real bitch sometimes. Apparently, being third-in-command doesn't give me many special privileges. I've gotta go back for a few hours."

Misaki sat up and nodded sheepishly. He wanted to ask when they would see each other again, but he didn't want to sound corny.

Fushimi seemed to pick up on his thoughts. "You can hang out here if you want. Otherwise I'll just call you tomorrow."

Misaki cleared his throat. "Sounds good."

When the door shut, he flopped back onto the couch and covered his face with his hands. "What the hell just happened?"

Misaki swung his head to the door as it opened. Fushimi returned to the couch and pulled a key from his pocket. He placed it in the table and crouched down to meet at eye level.

"I have more formidable enemies than you. I don't see leaving my keys with you as a threat to my safety. If you decide to leave before I get back, lock the door."

He stood and quickly walked away. Before he reached the door, Misaki finally spoke up.

"Saru..."

The man raised an eyebrow at the uneasy boy. He stood just in front of the couch with his hands shoved in his pockets and a red flush coloring his face.

"I think we should, erm, talk about this..."

"Can it wait? Miss Awashima will yell at me if I don't head back quickly."

"No." He spoke deliberately, but his demeanor revealed the opposite.

Fushimi traveled across the room once again and looked down to him. "What's there to talk about?"

"Well...about what just happened."

He lifted the redhead's chin with a finger and smirked. "You really are a virgin, aren't you?"

Misaki slapped his hand away and blushed a deep red. "Wh-what does that have to do with anything?" he mumbled.

Saruhiko backed him into the couch and returned to their first position. He bent down and nipped his ear. "You want me to explain myself?" He tilted his head and licked down his neck. "I don't see the problem here. It's obvious that you want me...you always have."

"N-not true!"

The younger male smiled condescendingly. "You're horrible at concealing your emotions, Misaki." He kissed him. "Anything else?"

"Um...what do you expect from...this?"

Fushimi sighed. "Do we really need to have this conversation right now? Let's just..." He trailed his fingers up his neck and ran his thumb over his lip. "...see what happens. Ok?"

Misaki let out a breath he didn't know he'd been holding. "Ok. Oh, and take your keys; I'll be here when you get back."

The man smiled. "Great. I'll see you soon."

Once he left for good, Misaki placed his elbows on his knees and bent down. He had to make the decision to leave or not. Does he want me to stay?

The red clansman scanned his former best friend's apartment. There were shirts on the floor here and there, some papers were scattered on his tables, and a small pile of dishes were stacked in the sink. Besides those things, the place was fairly clean; it was exactly what he expected from Saruhiko. He liked his workspace organized, but he was lazy and didn't care enough to put in much effort.

He figured that it might be beneficial to remain. They hadn't talked with each other—outside of fighting—for months. He wondered what had changed since they grew apart. If he looked around, he could probably find some things to give him an idea of his current lifestyle.

Misaki stood up and moved into his bedroom. Besides some clothes on the floor, the room was fairly clean. He strolled over to the bedside table. It held a lamp and a few papers with strange codes on them. He saw something peaking beneath them and pulled it out.

Misaki sat on the bed and stared at the object. It was a picture of him and Fushimi before they joined HOMRA. He remembered the day clearly. It was a warm summer day. They wore their school uniforms. Fushimi had one arm around Misaki's shoulders and his hand ruffled his unruly red hair. Fushimi was smiling while he looked somewhat annoyed. Others might not notice, but behind the facade, he was happy to have his best friend beside him.

"He kept this?" Misaki wiped a stray tear from his cheek. He wished they could go back to the old days; before all the fighting and pain; before Fushimi betrayed him.

Misaki returned the picture to the table and yawned. The whole point of being away from HOMRA was to get some rest. I'll just lay down for a bit...

Fushimi unlocked his door and entered his apartment. He scanned his home; all the lights were off and Misaki was nowhere to be found. He sighed. "Guess he went home; it's pretty late." He kicked his shoes off, hung up his coat, and walked towards his dark bedroom.

The blue king's second in command had put him to work searching criminal records to find a match for the kid in the murder video. He hadn't found anything and left headquarters exhausted.

The man placed his sword against the wall and was about to take his shirt off when he heard mumbling in the direction of his bed. He instinctively let a dagger slide to his hand from his arm strap and turned towards the sound. He silently moved closer to see the red clansman sprawled across his bed, fast asleep. He was able to identify him from the faint light shining through the window.

He grinned at the vulnerable male. His hair was in disarray, his sweatshirt hiked up to expose his abdomen, and his lips were slightly parted.

Fushimi placed his remaining weapons on the dresser and silently straddled him.

"Saruhiko..." The man raised an eyebrow at the sound. He had called his name in a sensual moan.

"I wonder what you're dreaming about, Misaki," he said quietly.

Fushimi's eyes traveled down his former friend's body. He smirked mischievously when he noticed that his pants were slightly raised. Misaki groaned again.

"Ah, so it's that kind of dream." Fushimi took his shirt off and threw it across the room. Watching the redhead's face for any sign of consciousness, he extended his arm between them and rubbed the older male's obvious erection. Misaki shifted, but remained asleep.

Fushimi lowered himself and softly kissed his neck. When he didn't receive a reaction, he tenderly bit the skin and proceeded to suck on it. Misaki exhaled loudly and turned his head to the side.

Fushimi had an idea. He raised his head to Misaki's ear and whispered, "Misaki, I'm going to make you feel so good."

He trembled. "Mmnn…Saru~"

The man reached into his bedside table's drawer and pulled out a piece of cloth. He gently lifted the boy's head and nimbly tied it to cover his eyes. The black haired boy chuckled. He slid his hand up his shirt and caressed his smooth chest.

"Misaki~" he purred. He brushed against his nipple and pinched it. Misaki gasped and immediately gained consciousness. He struggled to remove the tightly knotted blindfold, but gave up when he felt a hot tongue on his neck.

The redhead shuddered. "Who—who are you?" Misaki asked fretfully. Fushimi remained silent and nibbled on his earlobe. The red clansman ran his hand up his back and touched Fushimi's head. He stroked the long hair and breathed in his scent. He knew that hair; that sweet smell.

"S—Saru?"

The man kissed his jaw. "What gave me away?"

Misaki blushed. "It's—I...I know how you smell...and...how your hair feels."

"That's cute. I like that you remember," he purred.

"Fushimi..."

"Yeah?"

The redhead's face flushed again. "Why...why don't you have a shirt on?"

Fushimi. "I don't want to get it all sweaty."

"Why would it get sweaty?"

"Because we're about to engage in a rather...strenuous activity."

"A strenuous activity?" The teen's nervousness was revealed through his voice.

"I'm going to fuck you, Misaki," he breathed.

The redhead succeeded in removing the blindfold and stared up into lustful sky blue eyes. "That's...we can't..."

Fushimi breathed into his neck, giving him goosebumps. "Why not?"

"I...I've never...but you..." Misaki avoided his gaze.

The man laughed. "I'm completely aware that you're a virgin. And yes, I've had some...experience in this area. Does it bother you?"

"Saru, how many?" he asked almost inaudibly.

"Hm?"

"How many people have you...been with?" He knew that Fushimi had been involved with other people; he's gorgeous, smart, and a notorious smooth-talker. He could have pretty much anyone he wanted. Still, a part of him always wanted to believe that the teasing was just a cover; that he was also a virgin.

"There's no need to put a number on it. I'm with you now." He nuzzled into the boy's neck.

"Yeah, and then you'll discard me like the others," he barked.

"Misaki, that's not true; this is different. It's you."

"Tell me," he said with precision.

He sighed. "I don't know. It's not like I was counting."

"Guess."

Fushimi rolled off of Misaki and sat cross legged staring at the ceiling as he thought. The younger boy turned his head, staring at the boy anxiously.

The man sighed. "Somewhere around twenty; no more than 25."

The redhead bolted upright. "Twenty-five?" he exclaimed.

"I said it was no more than twenty-five." Fushimi effortlessly lifted the small boy and sat him between his legs, facing him. He stroked the back of his head and rested his forehead on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry, Misaki. There was no emotion with any of them; it was just meaningless sex. I...I didn't realize the depth of my feelings towards you until just before I left HOMRA." He lifted his head and cupped the older male's face. He stared deeply into the chestnut eyes. "You hated me and...and I couldn't take it. I just...tried to forget you by being with other people, but it didn't work."

"If you had feelings for me, why did you leave? We were happy there! But you thought you were above us, so you went and joined the blues!"

"You were happy there."

Misaki put his hand to the singed brand on his chest. He remembered the day when he burned it off as if it meant nothing to him. "Why do you hate HOMRA so much?"

"Misaki, I really don't want to explain right now. That's enough sentiment for one night."

The boy paused in consideration. "You promise you'll tell me another time?"

"Cross my heart and hope to die."

Misaki laughed. "You're such a freak."

"Am I?"

"Yeah."

"Misaki," the man whispered into his ear. He lifted the redhead's shirt and tossed it aside. Saruhiko kissed his shoulder and slide a hand down his back. He heard a loud gulp. "Are you nervous?"

"O—of course not!"

"You're cute."

"Stop teasing me, monkey."

Saruhiko pushed a finger into Misaki's virgin entrance. The boy cringed and clung tightly to the man's shoulders. He added another finger, causing the boy to cry out.

He licked Misaki's ear. "So, why did you keep your virginity all these years? You're attractive…" He kissed his neck. "…good body…" He added a third finger. "…personality isn't too bad…" Fushimi raised his head to look at the flushed man. "I'm sure there're guys who tried to pick you up."

"H-hey! Why do you just…assume they were guys?" He found it hard to speak in his current condition.

Saruhiko chuckled. "You can barely look a girl in the eye. There's no way you'd last long enough in a conversation to get to that point."

"Go die."

"You're avoiding the question. Was it because of me? Were you waiting all this time?"

"N-no…that's not…"

"It's ok. I already know the answer. I'm getting impatient, anyway." He managed to untangle their legs, flip Misaki over, and jump to his feet in one fluid motion.

Fushimi grabbed his ankles and dragged him backwards until his legs hung off the bed. Misaki heard the man unzip his pants. His head shot up. "S-Saru I…I'm not…ready for this."

"Of course you are; I've prepared you thoroughly."

Misaki opened his mouth to retort, but screamed instead when he felt Fushimi ram into him. He slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. "D-don't be so…rough," he gasped.

"You'll be begging for more soon."

"In your dreams!"

"Yeah." He repeated his action, this time picking up a rhythm.

The redhead clung to the sheets and covered his mouth with his arm to keep from crying out again. Soon after, he raised his head and arched his back. He let out a low groan. "S—Saru…ha…"

The man snickered and bent over to reach his ear. "Told you," he whispered.

Fushimi grabbed Misaki's hard member and pumped. Both boys groaned in pleasure.

"Hnn…Saruhiko~" Misaki moaned his name as he came onto his stomach.

He gently nipped the boy's shoulder. "That was quick."

"Sh—shut up."

He continued to thrust into the boy. A few minutes later, he exhaled loudly and released inside Misaki. He pulled out and flipped the redhead on his back.

He leaned down and gazed into the flustered boy's brown eyes. "Did you like that?"

"Don't ask something like that…"

"So, yes, then?"

Misaki's face was nearly as red as his hair.

Fushimi kissed him. "So cute."

Well, that was chapter one! I was hesitant with this one since they're such a complicated couple. They've the whole vague past and major angst thing going on. Oh, and I'm probably the only freak who worries about this, but I wasn't sure whether to say "boy" or "man" to refer to each of them…they're both 19-20 so they technically aren't teenagers, but they don't really look like men…

I'll try to update soon depending on the resources available to me as I travel…

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