Yuuki POV

I rubbed the man's back and sighed. He'd been doing so good these past few months, working off stress excersising and writing, but I guess being the Exec of a company can't be easy, your first year out of High School. He'd gotten a recommend, and was on a trail basis to see if he had the neccessary skillset for the job.

I'd been helping while Yuuta helped Shun with his college and moving in and everything. They'd gotten their own room in the apartment the five of us rented, and were more a couple than ever. Once the cat was out of the bag about their relationship, we discovered that both were mad for each other, and had accomodated such lunacy.

He gasped and I turned him, wiping his mouth off with a cloth and checking his forehead for a fever. He'd come in dripping wet, drunk as a bee in a field of tulips. He'd raved for a few hours about how he couldn't do anything right and he was going to lose his job. Then the puking had started. I'd expected it, and had gotten him here in time. He retched into the bowl again and rested his forehead against the back porcelain, sighing and hiccuping.

Crap. I'd hoped he was going to skip the crying part. He hiccuped again, blots of pink appearing on his cheeks. I sighed and held him as he sobbed, aware again that for all the care I gave him, he never thanked me or even noticed that I was always worried, always...loving him.

He groaned and looked up at me through teary, watery lashes, dark eyes mournful.

"Yuukiiii. I'm sorrryy. I made a mess." He sighed and hiccupped, burying his now clean face in my chest and sobbing. I shh-ed him and held tight, my heart thick with emotion. I hated that I couldn't help him more, but the only time he'd gone past this into horny I'd had to fight him off, and I wasn't sure I could do that again.

Needless to say, I was concerned on a number of levels. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my neck with his head. I just said, "It'll be okay, Kaname. Promise."

He looked at me and leaned in. I sighed and pushed him back a little, saying in what I hoped was a stern voice, "You're drunk, Kaname. Stop before you do something you don't mean. And can't take back."

He paused and muttered, a little slurred, "But I do mean it," and pressed my arms back. I yelped, and said, panicked, "Quit it, Kaname!"

Lips pressed to mine, and the taste of german vodka with chocolate filled my mouth as his tongue slipped inside, rubbing my own. Even drunk, the black-haired man was a damn good kisser. I bit back a whine and pushed him away, wiping my mouth and growling, "Stop. You'll apologize tomorrow, but lets get you in bed for now."

He whimpered and complied, letting me lead him to his giant king size futon and tuck him inside. When I turned to leave, though, he did whine, "Yuuki? Where are you going? Please stay."

Groaning internally, I went back and rubbed his hair, thick black mane shifting in my grip. He'd already taken his glasses off before we even got to the bathroom. He butted against it and I sighed.

"You're like a puppy." A very drunk, adorable puppy. He nuzzled my palm. Grunting surrender, I laid next to him, on top of the blankets with him firmly wrapped beneath so he couldn't get at me, one arm draped over his stomach. He sighed peacefully and tucked his head into my neck, hot air breathed down into my shirt.

I fell asleep and dreamed of thousands of puppies. They all had glasses.

Kaname POV

I can't focus, and my head is throbbing. A thick chocolately taste makes my tongue fuzzy, and I groaned, a weight on my stomach. Looking down, I see a long, creamy tan arm resting across it, and look to my right to see Yuuki lying, still asleep, next to me. Fire races up to engulf my face and neck and I frowned, not completely sure what happened. Squinting without my glasses, I saw he still had all his clothes on an almost collapse in utter relief, sighing and gently taking his arm off of me.

"Kaname..." I heard and stiffened, looking to a still deeply sleeping Yuuki, who was searching where I'd been lying. His placid face was worried, and his lips tight in a line. I ruffled his hair and sighed again. Suddenly I remembered how laast night had gone, and flushed from my roots to my chest, biting my lip.

"Yuukiiii. I'm sorrryy. I made a mess." I whined, and inhaled the soft scent of fabric softener and coffee he always seemed to radiate, burying my face in his shirt and sobbing. I'd puked and gotten the clear liquor on his floor a little, the vodka burning all the way to my nose.

"It'll be okay, Kaname." he said so easily, and I lean in, wanting to ask how he knows that. But his lips are suddenly all I see, and they're pursed, worried and taut. I want them to smile, and try to touch them with mine.

he pushes me away a bit and says tiredly, "You're drunk, Kaname. Stop before you do something you don't mean. And can't take back."

But I do mean it, I think, and lean in, pinning his arms and pressing my mouth to his, pushing my tongue in and rubbing his, trying to make him happy again. All I want is for his to smile. Please smile. He shoves me away and frowns, hand over his mouth.

He growls at me, "Stop. You'll apologize tomorrow, but lets get you in bed for now."

I just want to kiss him again. His arm loops into one of mine and helps me to my bed. He starts to turn, but I don't want to be alone, and cry out as loud as I can, "Yuuki? Where are you going? Please stay."

He sighs and gets beside me, his warmth making me dizzy. I want to taste that srong coffee again, but can only make my head rise to his throat, and settle for drinking the smell as I drift to sleep.

My face is so hot I think I might faint. I actually remebered? But I didn't want to...coffee. He sobered me, that bastard! I growled and he turned over, face peaceful. I blinked, and sighed. It was my fault, not his. He was just trying to help. I froze as he whispered, "Kaname..."

Frowning, I moved the piece of hair that was always covering up his face and got up, looking at him thoughtfully. The feel of soft, warm skin touching my lips burned into me, and I flushed again, rubbing the back of my neck and grunting, troubled.

It's not like I was a rock. I did have feelings, but I just...had no clue how to express them. At all. I could think about it until I was blue in the face, but I still just sighed. He was right. I probably would apologize, and then we'd go back to normal and safe and him always helping me out.

He let me rehearse my speeches and troubles with him and had helped me whenever I showed the slightest need. Then, miraculously, he'd even offered a room here when everyone else had wanted one. All I had to do was pay my piece, and I got free food. He looked after me, and while I couldn't say I did the same, I tried to.

I...wasn't sure how I felt. I thought I might've loved him, but it was unfair to say so if I wasn't sure.

"Kaname? What are you doing?" he said, looking up at me, brow raised. I had grabbed handfuls of my hair and was pulling them. I stopped and frowned, worried I'd upset him or something. It really had been a drunken moment.

"Sorry, about last night. I-"

"It's fine," he said, and closed his eyes, grabbing my pillow and hugging it to him.

So jealous. I felt heat creep up my neck.

"But-"

He looked down, and his ears were pink, "S'fine, Kaname. Really. Nothing happened, anyways, so you shouldn't apologize."

Huuh? Was it a dream?

I watched him, and frowned, thinking hard. Glancing at me, he sighed and sat up, yawning and stretching.

"Really?" I asked, curious.

"Really. Nothing bad happened. Promise."

My heart stopped. But doesn't drunken kissing count as bad? I was freaking out inside, and groaned, rubbing my face and wondering if I should tell him.

...I felt sure now.

Yuuki POV

I can't help stopping him, and make a promise, "Really. Nothing bad happened. Promise." It was true, I thought to myself. That certainly didn't count as a bad thing in my book. Getting kissed by the one you love counted as pretty freakin good, I thought.

He was staring at me, and I felt my neck getting hot from the attention. Finally I got up and left the room, calling back, "The others are probably at work already, but your boss called last night. You quit, and I got you a leave for a day, promising you'd be back tomorrow and work hard."

I heard a deep sigh of relief and grabbed a mug, starting up the coffee pot. It was bitter, but kept me sane. I drank it all though the day, and sometimes at night. Kaname rarely drank it, and when he did he always added stuff to it. I drank it black, as it's purest and strongest that way.

"Yuuki..." he said, coming up behind me.

"Hmm?" I turned, glancing at him. He was looking at me oddly, and held a black book. Crap. Crapcrapcrapcrap!

"Eh? Give that back!" I made a dash for it, and he whipped it out of reached, pulling my tighter.

"What was your journal doing in my bathroom?" I scowled.

"Our bathroom. You share it with me, and I must've forgotten it in there. Sorry. It won't happen again. Just give it back."

I reached and tackled him, grabbing it. But he was fast, and grabbed a piece of it, accidentally tearing a couple of pages off. We both froze, staring at it and each other, the two pages crisp and well worn. I'd flipped to them often, and realized exactly what pages they were. He was looking at them strangely, and I snatched them back, stuffing them in the book and chucking it into my room. It hit my back wall with a bang and crashed there, me slamming the door and going back to stare at the coffee, blushing in m ears and neck.

A puff of air spread over the back of my neck, and I jumped straight into the air, shrieking.

"What the hell, Kaname?" He was still staring at me, and came closer, frowning.

"What?" I rubbed my neck and scowled.

"It it true?" he asked, his eyes deep and full of curiousity.

Goosebumps rippled on my skin, "It what true?"

"I can't wait to see him later."

I stiffened, and started to open my mouth, wanting to protest, the words feeling false on my tongue.

"He's sweet when he's not so drunk he's trying to hump me."

I snorted, and still protested, remembering that night.

"No, I mean-"

He stared at me, and I sighed, muttering, "Don't worry about it, Kaname. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal..."

"Yeah, forget it. I never intended to say anything, so we're good. It's fine," I said easily.

But I gasped, tasting salt.

He sighed and grabbed me, flicking my forehead and muttering, "Moron. It's not like I don't care," and leaned closer. Soft lips met mine and I gasped, freezing until he wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me even closer.

"Kana-"

"Yuuki, I think...no. I know," he kissed me again, and whispered, "I love you."

Instead of acting all girly like some character in manga would I just stared at him, grabbed fistful of his shirt and pulled him down where my lips would reach him, kissing him thoroughly, loving the gasp I got when I slid my tongue into his mouth, swallowing his words.

When I finally let him go, I muttered, "Kaname. I've loved you for years. Did you mean that?"

He nodded, staring at me and panting. At last, I slipped into his arms and hugged him to me, both of us being pretty much the same height. He sighed and hugged me back, burying his face in my neck. His skin was hot. I think he has a cold, but he could just be blushing.

"Kaname?" He grunted.

"Can you...say it again?"

He smiled into my neck and whispered the words onto my skin, letting them sink in over and over and over.

"Yuuki. Now you," he flushed and I complied, telling him how I loved him.

I loved him for loving me.

He wrapped his arms around me and held me while he kissed me. I loved him for that.

And he gently touched my face, rubbing my lips and neck and kissing both. He touched his forehead to mine, kissing me as he undid my shirt and softly brushed my stomach with hot fingers that left a burning trail. I loved him for all of that. And more.

Undoing his shirt, I kissed and nipped his neck and chest, rolling a nipple in two fingers and swallowing his gasp into my throat. I loved him for the soft pants he made when I kissed his bellybutton, whimpering as I cupped him and massaged gently.

I loved his blushes and his moans and the way he looked at me that said, 'please'. I adored the way he bit his lip and groaned as I entered him and the way he held me as we kissed, bent over his bed after we stumbled into the bedroom. I am in love with the way he cries my name and tenses around me, clinging to my back with his long pale fingers.

We lie down together, and I can't help but love the way he tells me he loves me so.

I can't wait for tomorrow, when I can keep loving him more.