A/N:

I got a positive responses for this story, which made me happy, because I didn't know how people would react to the pairing.

Anywho, thanks for your reviews!

Hiro smacked Haru away in distress and hurtled down the hall to his bedroom, where his locked the door and dived onto his bed, weeping loudly. His lips were still tingling from his first kiss. A kiss he shared with the one it seemed he had come to love. At the thought of Haru's tender kiss, Hiro's pillow became like a pool, filling with an endless supply of fresh tears. Hiro had never cried so much in his life. Not even when Akito hurt Kisa.

"H-Haru…" He moaned into his pillow, running a finger along his lips. Was kissing Haru the wrong thing to do? They were related after all. Questions and possibilities flowed through his mind, which caused his tears to rush faster. He'd never felt so happy in his life, when Haru had pressed his lips to his own, yet there seemed to be something lingering in the air, like a sense of wrong doing. Was what he did wrong?

.xxx.

Back at the crime scene, Black Haru and Hiro's mother stared at each other in an awkward silence. His mother felt like screaming out in pain, as though she had just been stabbed through the heart. She had been told of such occurrences, when Sohma members of the same sex had fallen in love, because they couldn't find anyone else for themselves. She gasped and fled. She didn't know where she was going, she didn't know what she was going to do, but she was going to get out of that house and away from Haru. And that was that.

Haru, now white, stood up and stared at himself in the mirror. His lips were a light shade of red, from where he had managed to get blood on himself. Suddenly, a pang of guilt rushed through Haru's body. He had just tainted a little boy, with his selfish sexual desires. Being the way he was, Black Haru was accustomed to same sex relationships. But, even though he kind of liked Hiro, he felt bad for touching him like that. He was the one who started the make out session and if anyone would get into trouble by Akito, it would be him. He was going to make sure of it.

As he walked down the darkened hallway of Hiro's house, he stopped by the bedroom door of his Lamb Chop. Sniffles and loud crying noises were to be heard along with the occasional moan. Haru stayed outside his bedroom door for quite a while and listened for anything that could insist that what he did wasn't wrong. That what he had done was what Hiro wanted.

Suddenly, Hiro opened the door and stepped out, rubbing his cheer stained cheeks. He bumped into Haru, literally, and gasped. How long had he been there? What should he say next? He stood there, a panicked look smeared on his face. Thoughts rushed into his adolescent mind causing him to blush as Haru stood up and towered over him. He gazed up, his heart thumping loudly.

"It's okay, Hiro. It's okay." Haru said coolly, before kissing the boy again.

.xxx.

Hiro knew exactly what to do. He didn't read Kisa's girl magazines not to know. Horny teenagers wrote in about their experiences all the time; things that went well, things that went right. Haru's tongue lapped across the roof of Hiro's mouth. Hiro responded by, quivering the whole time, running his hands up Haru's shirt and running a single finger over each nipple. Haru moaned loudly into his mouth.

"Lets go in," Haru mumbled against Hiro's lips, nudging him suggestively to the bedroom. Hiro shook his head softly.

"I… I'm not r-ready for that…" He whispered, ashamed to lead Haru on like that and do nothing about it. Haru chuckled lightly, before giving Hiro's hand a tender squeeze.

"I didn't mean it like that," Haru continued, still nudging Hiro to his bedroom, "I thought we might need a bit of privacy. I wouldn't want your mom to find us making out in the hallway,"

Hiro's face lightened up with sudden understanding. He reluctantly allowed Haru to pick him up and, bridal style, carry him to his bed.

Haru started the kiss off, as Hiro was blushing too badly to move. His hazel eyes darted across Haru's body, making Haru's skin feel hot everywhere he looked. Hiro's tongue ran along Haru's teeth, as Haru jerked away. Hiro suddenly felt bad. Had he done something wrong? Haru assured him he didn't, by moving his neck slightly and running hot, wet kisses along it. Hiro moaned.

"You like that, huh?" Haru chuckled. Hiro blushed and nodded slightly. But the nodding was soon cut off by a scream, echoing from Hiro's throat. A mixture of pleasure and pain went through him, as he spoke, voice stuttering.

"W-What was t-that?" He asked, in a lustical voice, eyeing Haru seductively. Haru smirked.

"That was a love bite," He explained, "I made you mine… for now."

Hiro gazed out the window of his bedroom, suddenly not wanting to make their eyes meet. Haru waited patiently for Hiro to gain some more courage, but the courage obtained was nothing like he expected.

"HaruIloveyou!" Hiro suddenly burst out loudly, getting and running off into the Sohma Estate and out the gates. He ran and ran into the forest and didn't stop until he came to a river. The whole while, Haru sat on the bed, touching his cheek where when Hiro ran, his hair brushing lightly across it. What was there to think except,

'Oh crap…'

A/N:

Gasp! Another chapter for you all.

I hope you like it.

Had fun writing this, I have to say.

See you next chapter!