Hi there! It's me, Banana-chan. I'm here to present you the second chapter of this fic!

WARNING: This chapter is strictly for teens. Have seen the T sign before entering? Yes, that. I'm carefully picking those, if not, I might as well give all my fics an M-rating.

Hey, you! Yes, you kid. Get out.

Bi bee: Make out? Make out?! Wow. Ruka's sleeping and he's making out with Natsume. Wow. It's a good suggestion for my next fic though. Thankies~

—Hidden from Blue Eyes—

Ruka moans, "Nnnn…", stomach flat on Natsume's soft king-sized bed. He whimpers lowly, cringing out of pain. Natsume sat on him as his hands began to press on the blonde's shoulders. Yes, it's very disturbing to see, but this is what Ruka had asked of…

…a full body massage.

What's wrong with that? Imai's really hard on him nowadays that she's shooting at him over and over again. He nearly lost a tooth. Wouldn't it be just right to have the warmest hands to do the job?

Ruka wails again, "N-not so hard, Natsume! You'll break my bones!" Natsume withdraws his hands — he had just hit something violet somewhere between the nape, and shoulder. He can just imagine how those balls hit him. "You're so rough." RUka murmured, sighing softly into that white pillow. He is just one of those who are hard to please.

The door swung open, and in came Iinchou. "Nogi-san, I brought — ", he paused at the scene, and ultimately taking his time to comprehend what these two are doing. Natsume's topless; black jogging pants covering half of his body whilst sitting on Ruka's waist. Ruka, oh Ruka! Lying like that below him, completely naked! Iinchou nearly had his nose bleed, seeing as it's only a thin piece of towel that Ruka is wearing over his buns.

"Ah! Tobita-san, thanks for fetching those. I really need it." Said Ruka, referring to that small bottle he's holding. Iinchou continued to step inside the Natsume's room, staggering at first and not wanting to come eye to eye with Natsume's indifferent stare. He drops Ruka the bottle, and then quickly sets off.

"...thanks?"

Ruka plops back down after handing it to Natsume. The said brunette begins to scrutinize the object at hand. "Oil" it read. Oil. Lavender-scented oil (shameless plugging, minna-san XD). Natsume raised a brow, puts some oil onto his hands, and goes back to massaging his friend. Ruka sighs dreamily as the scent filled his lungs, warm hands now pressing gently on his back — he falls asleep.

Growing fond of touching Ruka like this, Natsume began putting something. Some stress, maybe? Some love, yes? Natsume has never been associated with the word passion, but to his friend? He'll make exceptions.

He traced this small frame under his fingers; frame of which fits just right into his arms. His skin really is soft — creamy, in fact, that he can actually taste milk when he decides to run his tongue along it. Yummy.

His arms were delicate as they haven't experienced any weight-lifting; delicate to the extent that they seem like they'll break in any moment. His waist is thin and curving just right to his hips. Natsume moves from his position, and sits only by Ruka's side for better... inspection.

Does he dare to do it, and remove the towel from this body to expose that part? Of course, not; or else Ruka would totally scream at him. But from here, Natsume can already tell how rounded they are. How cunning it would be if he ever touches them... one squish won't hurt, right? Natsume ignores the temptation. Groping will only bring him to the brink of insanity. Moving on; Ruka's legs are quite long. There're no scars, and they're no worse than his back. He begins massaging them, hesitantly skipping the good part. Thighs were heavenly to the touch; Natsume bit his own lips at this.

Oops. It seems like Natsume got carried along that the oil nearly dried out. He looks at the bottle with one hand, while the other kept on pressing against a thigh. And just when he thought that he's at the best part he could ever touch, the door slams open for the second time.

Imai (Iinchou behind her), armed with a Baka-gun, says "And just what do you think you're doing?"

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As Natsume can't think of any excuse in immediate, he's knocked out from his bed — courtesy of the damn airgun, of course. It hit him right on his face. Ruka wakes up at the commotion, "W-wah?" Just at the sight of the said gun, Ruka braced himself, but alas, not receiving any hit this time. Hotaru walks away, a satisfied smug graces her features. Iinchou mouths an apology to Ruka, and then follows Hotaru out of the scene.

Natsume shows up as he rubs his forehead, "Damn." He murmurs.

"You know, I get a free treatment from you, right?" he said, sitting back up onto his own bed. "Dammit. When did she show up?" Ruka just chuckles at him, well, still confused what just happened, but realized it when he took a clearer view of the empty bottle

"It's not my fault that Iinchou got the wrong bottle —still not my fault that you used it all up."

LOLOLOLOL. That's it. Natsume is a pervert. You know, he really hates Narumi, right? But really, aren't they practically the same? Only that, Natsume is more loyal, and that he's more... umm... perverted. :P

Did you like this? 'Cause you know, I'm grinning all the way while I was typing this (yes, I'm a pervert for these two). How about some suggestions, people? I still don't have the third chapter. Keep in mind that it has to be something with Ruka in an UNCONSCIOUS state. Sentimental or simply disturbing, it's okay!

Pfft. Now that I got a better look at this, I think it's rushed. D: Sad me.