BECAUSE THIS COUPLE IS BEAUTIFUL AND YOU KNOW IT!

Soichiro/Watari is my life. :B

The door to his observational study was opened with an eerie silence. Watari, had he not been Watari and more like any other geriatric male, might not have heard a sound had it not been for the faint "swish" of the door as the air was suctioned through the newly-formed opening.

Turning in his chair, he was more than surprised to see not the skulking form of his beloved L, but more like the rigid and professional stance of Soichiro Yagami. Forgetting to ask how the man had been able to maneuver around each and every camera, he took to noticing the baffled and all-too horrified look on Yagami's face.

"Yagami-san? Is something wrong?" Watari stood, only to be shoved back into his seat by the man.

"No," Soichiro cleared his throat, glancing around the room as he awkwardly paused in his speech. "Please, Watari, sit."

Acquiescing, the elderly man shifted to make himself comfortable. His hands folded over his lap, and he looked up at the man with calm, lucid eyes. His patience seemed to fluster Soichiro even more.

Finally re-capturing his voice, the elder Yagami coughed. "I, I must confess something to you, Watari." When the elderly man inclined his head to continue, Soichiro scratched his nose. "This, this whatever it is, it has been bothering me these last few months." Soichiro ran a nervous hand through his hair and adjusted the collar on his suit. "I can't really explain what 'it' is, exactly, but all I do know is that it's there." The man grunted and crossed his arms, suddenly retracting his voice.

Watari pushed his glasses closer to his face, blinking slowly. "Sir, I daresay that I have no idea what you are getting at. I apologize, but-" He was silenced by a finger to his lips. Watari raised an eyebrow, utterly flabbergasted.

"Sh, sh, sh." Soichiro inched his face closer to the elderly male. "I think, I think that if we speak any more, it could ruin this."

But before Watari could inquire as to what the hell Soichiro was talking about, his lips were being attacked by an alien pair of chapped lips and quite a load of stubble. Watari jumped in surprise, but it seemed to propel Soichiro's desire even more, for Watari's hands were suddenly pinned roughly by his sides and Soichiro's tongue had begun to worm its way down Watari's throat.

And, in all honestly, it worked to turn the elderly man on.

Soichiro relented in his assault when the need for oxygen overpowered that of raw desire. Gasping in air by the mouthful, he took the moment to stare at the motionless Watari, who looked as though he were mid-stroke. Soichiro blanched. "Watari?"

"Yagami-san." Watari sat up, blinking away his state of catatonia. He fixed Soichiro a sharp look, and adjusted himself. "Your rough and sophomoric actions have shaken me to the core."

But before Soichiro could apologize for his uncharacteristic and extremely animalistic behavior, he felt thin lips press against his. "And oh, how I like it."

Soichiro grinned and very carefully began to undress the elderly man. And it turns out that even without the caresses of a loving companion for god knows how many years, Watari could still hold his own. And Soichiro also learned that men in forced solitude will cry out at the chance of wild excitement.

And boy did Watari cry out.

I hoped you all liked it. And I do terribly hope I haven't harmed anyone in the making of this homage to male love.

So please, go support your local elderly yoga instructors and review. I do know they'd appreciate it.