A/N: I know I should be working on other stories… but I had to get this out of my head before I could even THINK of working on them. xD

YAOI WARNING: This chapter is almost purely Lemon. Don't like, don't read.

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Yuki awoke to find himself in a strange predicament. A few hours ago, he had gone to sleep alone in the bed he usually shared with Shuichi. The pink haired singer was currently on tour in Hokkaido, and had been gone for two days. He wasn't due back for several more.

Now, however, he found himself blindfolded and nude, with his hands tied to the headboard. His feet were untied, but that was little comfort. Not like I can untie myself using my feet. What am I, a monkey? But then, something else hit him. Maybe the brat snuck away and this is all one of his little games. If that was the case, the pink haired boy would be dead by morning.

He was musing on all of the possible ways to torment the boy when he felt the bed shift as someone crawled onto the foot of the bed. Yuki smirked. He'd allow the brat to have his fun, THEN he would kill him. He felt the person's hands land lightly on his knees, then move slowly upward. Yuki wasn't sure, but he thought that those hands were slightly bigger than they should be. Just my imagination, he thought. Those hands moved teasingly up his thighs then deliberately past Yuki's hardening member, moving slowly up the blond man's torso until they rested on either side of the novelist's face.

Yuki's eyes suddenly widened beneath the blindfold when a pair of lips, decidedly NOT Shuichi's, came in contact with his own. Yuki tried to turn his head away, but the stranger held his face between a pair of strong hands. The novelist debated whether or not he should fight back, or just go along for the ride. His mind was suddenly made up when he felt one of those strong hands grip his erection.

As the hand on his member began to stroke in a strong steady rhythm, Yuki kissed the stranger fervently, not caring about the repercussions. When the other person opened their mouth invitingly, Yuki took the chance to use his tongue to map out the other person's mouth the way he wished he could map out their face with his eyes. When the person's mouth and hands suddenly left him, he couldn't help but groan in frustration.

He was all to aware of his aching need when he felt that same shift near the foot of the bed, and those same hands traveling up his legs. Only this time, they didn't bypass his desire. While one hand began to massage Yuki's testicles, the other stroked the novelist's member in an achingly slow rhythm. He was about to protest when he felt that strange mouth completely engulf his erection. His back arched against the sheets and he could feel his toes curling as the stranger pleasured him with practiced ease. Try as he might, he couldn't keep his hips from bucking upward, seeking more of that delicious warmth. This didn't' seem to phase the stranger in the slightest, and they responded by deep-throating Yuki's erection. It wasn't much longer before the blond had had all that he could take, and with a load groan he came.

As the stranger withdrew, Yuki panted, trying to catch his breath. As much as he loved Shuichi, the pink haired singer had never been able to do THAT. He felt the stranger moving to straddle him, sitting just above his navel. They leaned forward and Yuki was surprised to find that they were untying his left hand. Once it was free, the stranger moved it to their lips, and began sucking on three of Yuki's long fingers. The intent behind the gesture was unmistakable, and the blond felt his desire awakening once again. Just the feel of the stranger's rough tongue on the sensitive pads of his fingers was enough to make his hardening member ache.

Once his fingers were good and wet, the stranger guided Yuki's fingers downward, until they were pressed against the stranger's entrance. Now Yuki was certain that this mystery lover was male. As he pressed the first finger into the man's entrance, he heard a slight gasp of discomfort, the first sound he'd heard from them. It only served to arouse him more.

Slowly, he entered a second finger, then the third, moving them around in a scissoring motion. When his fingers brushed against the man's prostate, the stranger shuddered then removed Yuki's fingers. Gripping the base of Yuki's erection in one hand, he slowly pressed his body downwards until the novelist was fully sheathed within him. Yuki groaned. Even after all that, the man's body was tight, almost painfully so. But when the stranger began to move, slowly at first, the blond couldn't hold back his moan of pleasure.

The stranger set the pace, rocking his body up and down with an increasingly quick rhythm. All Yuki heard from him were small gasps and grunts, and he became determined to hear the man's voice crying in pleasure. Using his left hand, that had been left free, he reached forward and grasped the man's erection in his hand. Ignoring the stranger's gasp of shock, he began to stroke him in time to the stranger's downward thrusts. He got the desired result.

Within moments, the stranger was wantonly crying out his pleasure in a voice that was familiar to Yuki. But in his lust-fogged mind, he couldn't quite figure out who it was. The voice sounded younger than he had expected, as well. Possibly just a teenager. Feeling that his release was close, Yuki decided to figure it out later, and began to stroke the boy's erection in a more frantic rhythm. It wasn't long before his lover came, splashing his seed over Yuki's hand and chest. When the boy's muscles tightened around him, the novelist only had to thrust upward a few more times before he found his own release. Spent, the boy slumped forward and curled against Yuki's chest. It didn't take long before the pattern of the boy's breathing told the novelist that he had fallen asleep.

But there were other thoughts on Yuki's mind. The name that the boy had cried out at the end wasn't 'Yuki'. It was 'Eiri'. Very few people called him that, and very few of them were young men. With a sense of dread settling in his stomach, Yuki used his free left hand to remove the blindfold. Looking down at the figure curled against him, his dread turned to horrific certainty.

Laying with his head on Yuki's shoulder, was none other than Yuki's younger brother, Tatsuha.

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A/N: So what did you guys think? This was only the second lemon I've ever done, and I'm kinda proud of it.

Just so you guys know, this isn't meant to be a Yuki/Tatsuha pairing. There are reason's behind this that will make sense as soon as the next chapter.

That said, there won't be a next chapter if you guys don't review! :)