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It was just a little over eight o'clock when Dante was the first to wake up from a light cat-nap the two had managed to fall into. He yawned stretching his large arms above his head making all the files that were currently balancing in between their two laps fall over and onto the floor scattering all about. He turned his head looking over towards Onodera who was still fast asleep snoring lightly away against the comfortable cushion of the couch. Onodera was slightly slouched over so that his head unconsciously was resting upon Dante's shoulder now that he had moved, he looked like he was literally about to fall over.
"Well my my - aren't we cute asleep."
Dante pressed his elbow against his knee keeping his focus on Onodera with a sly grin etched on his face. He was really smitten with his young editor and wanted to take the next steps to actually confession his affection for him but Dante wasn't to sure how too properly. The last thing he wanted to was scare off his little hopeful toy off completely. The one thing that continued to rack through his mind was that photograph he saw in his bag. Exactly who was that? Obviously it must have been someone important for him to continue to hold onto the photo. That idea really began to bug the hell out of him. Dante clutched his hand so tight his knuckles where beginning to turn white. The last thing he wanted to picture was his cute editor with another man.
"Just what are you hiding Onodera."
Yeah he was talking to him even while Onodera continued to sleep peacefully and in that current position. One hell of a sneaky idea crept its way into Dante's mind. His crimson orbs turned looking down at Onoderas mouth - what it would taste like to actually kiss his lips but was it worth the risk of Onodera waking up? Was it really worth him possibly opening his eyes and seeing that scene in front of him? He continued to watch Onodera sleep, his chest easily rising and falling with each breath he took. It was getting harder and harder to control these "urges" he felt.
"Damn it!"
He finally had enough he rose his hand and slowly pressed his palm against the side of Onoderas cheek feeling the brush of his smooth skin. He was amazed to find out how "soft" it actually felt compared to the rough skin of his palms without a doubt were from years of sketching. He slowly slid his hand downwards letting his finger pads trail against the skin but Dante couldn't stop there - oh no, he was already far too gone. He slid his fingers down the side of Onoderas throat feeling the rushing pulse of his heart beating away against his touch. It was smooth as butter - almost as good as he had been dreaming it was. Dante's finger pads reached the end of his throat brushing against the collar of the shirt he had allowed Onoderas to change into. Could he really get away with this? What would happen if he woke up and saw what Dante was doing? What would he do than? All these questions and tons more ran rampant through his mind as he debated on if the risks were greater than the reward. His intense crimson eyes studied his face reading over the lines of his face.
"That's it. He wakes up - he wakes up."
Dante swallow taking in a breath and decided to push those limits once again. After giving him one last look over checking and making sure that he wasn't going to be waking up anytime soon, he would than shift one hand pulling up the bottom end of his shirt inch by inch until his gaze was able to meet silky white skin of Onoderas chest. It was perfect - it reminded him of something straight off a Greek statue. It was marble-stone white - just inviting his hand to reach out and touch him some more. Dante bit down lightly on his bottom lip trying to contain himself from just pouncing the poor editor and taking him right than and there. He kept hearing this reoccurring voice in his mind telling him to do what he wanted with Onodera -to just make a mess out of him right then and there and take whatever consequences that may come his way. Dante was starting to crave this man it was a completely new feeling he had yet to figure out how to battle. Finally, he gave in. His hand reached out and pressed against the smooth skin. Oh god, he had felt nothing like this. Dante's eyes had slowly closed just living in the sheer moment.
"He feels better than what I imagined."
As each moment passed he was gaining more and more courage. Dante's hand slid further up along his stomach pushing the material of his shirt up and showing more of him, showing off more of that desirable skin of his chest. He was really getting his fix - until his fingers were allowed to brush gently across his right nipple feeling Onoderas shutter from the unexpected contact. After witnessing that small reaction it made Dante feel that he was really having an affect on his editors body. But this wasn't going to do it the author wanted more - he desired so much more. He could feel his entire body tensing over just touching Onodera and now his thoughts were running wild on what they could possibly be doing right now. His own pulse was beginning to pick up in tempo to how his body was reacting. He slid his fingertips across his chest towards the other truly enjoying this moment. But now he knew he wanted to try more, Dante knew what he wanted to do next. He kept brushing his fingertips against his nipple as the other hand slid down across the center of his chest towards the top of Onoderas pants. He leaned downwards so that his mouth was merely inches from his ear lope and Dante was able to huskily whisper, "Onodera" into his ear. The small body of Onoderas body began to tremble under Dante's unexpected touches. Right now, his mind was racing as he was sleeping. He was dreaming about being back inside his apartment but he certainly was not alone. Takano was there - performing all the usual tricks and teases he was so used too. There was no way Onodera was even thinking that Dante was the source of all these strange things to his body in reality. Dantes hand was just about to slip down across Onoderas covered member when suddenly a rather loud knocking sound came from the front door.
KNOCK - KNOCK - KNOCK
The sudden sound was enough to not only wake Onodera from his sleeping slumber but to instantly make Dante move both hands back to where they should be and was "pretending" to be asleep besides Onodera. He silently cursed at whoever was the other end of that bloody door. He was so close to finally getting a small taste of what he wanted. As the sound bounced around inside of the room, Onoderas eyes slowly opened. Raising his hands he rubbed furiously at his eyes trying to see his environment around him.
"Oh no! Did I fall asleep? Crap - What time is it?" Those big round orbs looked down towards his watch seeing that it was much later than when he had first arrived earlier today. Oh man, this was very unprofessional. He leaned down beginning to grasp all the papers piling them together and trying to get the stack all neat so he could get out of there. He could only imagine what Takano and the others would tease him about if they heard that he had actually fallen asleep at an authors house. The rustling sound of Onodera made Dante open his eyes sitting straight upwards.
"We both must have been pretty exhausted."
"I'm going to miss the last train! Damn it."
He had stood up in such a hurry forgetting the constant knocking that only continued to get louder and louder with each knock. Dante seemed to be in some trance upset that his chance to have his way with Onodera was gone. His eyes had fallen down looking towards the remaining sketches spread along the floor as Onodera was continued to scoop them all up. Onodera had leaned down snagging one of the many photos when he slowly turned catching the dangerous look that was shinning in his authors eyes. The feeling that seemed to fill the room was enough to make him suddenly stop cold.
"Dante?" His voice had a hint of worry to it but it seemed to go unanswered. Dante continued to glare towards the floor as if he was going to burn a whole straight through the wooden surface straight towards the core of the earth. It took Onodera standing up right and pressing a hand to Dante's wrist to drive him out of his little world and come crashing back into their reality.
"Huh? You say something Onodera?"
"Yeah - the door?"
That's right. The reason why Onodera had woken up and he had to hastily retreat both of his hands from their current journey on his chest. Dante narrowed his eyes standing up he quickly brushed his hands across his pants and adjusted the shirt he wore before easily crossing the floor towards the door. Whoever was on the other side of this door was going to pay for ruining all his fun. The Author was simply moments away from accomplishing his dream than BAM! This person had to go and mess it all up for him. Oh he was never going to let the person on the other end of this door live it down. His hand gripped the chrome door handle and with a simply twist of his wrist he popped it open to reveal a mysterious dark haired stranger wearing black glasses standing there on the outside.
"Forgive me for coming this late hour but I was wondering if Onodera from Marukawa Publishing is still here? He has yet to return to his apartment and I noticed you were his last stop on his list of Authors this morning."
This guy had something to do with Onodera? Those eyes swiftly turned trying not to be plainly obvious, and glanced over seeing Onodera continuing to gather his stuff and shove it back inside the bag. Apparently he was still deathly concerned with making the train on time and less about who stood on the other side of the door. Perfect. Dante closed the door a wee bit more so that this guy would be unable to see Onodera rushing about the inside of his residents.
"Onodera huh? Who exactly are you?"
That was when it struck him like a truck going one hundred miles an hour. The boy in the photograph he had snuck out of Onodera's bag. Dante wasn't for sure but he could see the resemblance between the two. In fact, he was absolutely certain this was the same guy. What exactly was he too Onodera anyways? Why was he standing there on his doorstep asking if he was there? His palm slipped up the edge of the door gripping the side tightly with his fingertips as more thoughts ran through his head only getting him more upset.
"You all right there?"
There was no way he was going to hand over his crush to a man like this. Onodera deserved someone better and just judging this guy by the cover he was witnessing he certainly wasn't Onodera's type. Dante gave a soft nod of the head checking over Onodera once more before returning his focus towards the mysterious man who was seemingly getting more and more impatient.
"Listen, I'm the Editor-In-Chief at Marukawa Publishing and I am personality responsible for his well being seeing as how he is my subordinate so if he has been here I demand that you answer my question before I begin to lose my temper." Takano's tone was that less than friendly he was really beginning to loose his cool. All he damn well wanted to know if Onodera was inside or if he had left already. Why was this guy trying to be so secretive around him for anyways? He had much more important things to do with his time than wait for this author to stumble off with an reply.
"The Editor-In-Chief - so you work pretty close with Onodera than don't you. That's an interesting detail. How come he's never spoken to me of you?" Dante faintly tilted his head towards the side resting it against the edge of the door. He could still hear Onodera grabbing the last of his things shifting his bag around as it was beginning to once again get filled with all the documents and papers he was going to need to complete this assignment. Dante knew he had to end this quickly or else everything was going to blow up in his face.
"Look I don't have time to answer your stupid questions has he been here or not?"
"Takano?" Onoderas soft calm voice was heard from behind the crack of the doorway. He poked his head around the door seeing Dante standing there in the protective stance he was and Takano obviously, moments away from apparently beating the crap out of his author though for what reason he wasn't too sure of. "What are you doing here?"
Takanos dangerous eyes darted up towards Dante who had this rather huge Cheshire cat grin on his face. A grin that reminded him of a cat that ate the canary and wasn't saying a word about it. God he didn't really need this right now. He reached his hand upwards pinching the bridge of his nose for a second trying to once again regain that professional composure before he smacked Dante into next year and he knew he'd certainly enjoy it.
"Onodera, you were suppose to call in with a report. When you never called I got - concerned for your well being."
"Is it really your place to worry?" Dante couldn't resist his sly little remark and it even took Onodera by surprise. The small editor managed to push through Dante's arm to be standing there in the hallway carrying his change of clothes in one hand, and his bag resting against his side and forearm. That was when Takano noticed the change of attire unfortunately at that exact moment Onodera realized exactly what was going through Takanos head at that very moment. "Oh no - it's not what you -" He didn't get the chance to finish his statement.
"Onodera - we need to leave the last train leaves in fifteen minutes." He had turned around from the two beginning to make his way down the hallway not bothering to stick around to witness the good-byes no matter what they maybe. But he was going to get to the bottom of this. There was no way he was going to allow his love to be taken by some arrogant author with a really bad attitude.
Damn it! Why did this always have to happen? He always seemed to end up hurting Takano but he really had no reason to get all bent out of shape. There was nothing going on between Dante and himself. The rain - that's right the rain was the reason why he had to change clothing and it was purely an accident when he passed out on the couch. None of this was planned - so why was Takano getting so upset over it? And it wasn't really his place to get so hurt over it anyways. They weren't dating or anything - they were simply boss and co-worker and that's it.
"Dante sorry I've got to get going. I'll fax you the rest of the boards and you can send me the final copy when your done." Without giving proper farewells he rushed down the steps of the apartment hoping to reach Takano on time. God, he really needed to find a better way to get out of these sort of situations. He left Dante at the doorway not bothering to glance back even once.
"So that's the man from the photo. Doesn't matter - Onoderas gonna be all mine in only a matter of time."
Dante wasn't going to stop his actions till he got what he wanted and he wanted - no, he DESIRED Onodera and damn it he was going to get what he wanted. Dante turned around closing the door behind him pressing his back against the sleek wood until it was firmly closed and than smirked tilting his head back. He could still feel the touch of his skin against his palm - the way his voice sounded. A devious grin smirked along his lips as he rose his hand upwards and stared at the hand that had been touching Onoderas body.
"I'm going to get you."
"Wait up - damn it Takano - I said wait up!" Onodera had managed to catch up with Takano as they were stepping down towards the subway train station. It was the very last one so not very many people were out and about this time of night. Takano had slipped his card through the little entrance way permitting him access inside and picked up the card on the other side. Onodera had to fumble with his bag, desperately searching through it until he found his wallet pulling the leather item from the inside and began searching through the inside but at that exact moment the photograph of the two of them slipped out and onto the ground.
"Crud! How did that get in there?"
A cherry flush crossed his face as Ritsu instantly using lightening-like speed knelt downwards and snagged the photo up before anyone or Takano was able to view it for themselves. He could have sworn that he had tucked it away in something inside his bag and not out in plain view like that - oh well. He released a slow breath tossing it back inside the bag and removed the card once again from the wallet slipping it through and hurried to get to Takano's side.
"Look - its been a huge misunderstanding. It started raining and Dante - he didn't want me to catch cold so he allowed me to borrow some of his clothing. " Nothing but silence seemed to creep between the two. The tension only seemed to rise rather than disappear completely. Takano really had nothing to say? Onodera watched as he pulled the jacket he was sporting a bit tighter across his neck shielding the back of his neck from the cold or possibly just to do something with his hands. "Say something."
"Onodera do you understand how worried I was? You're suppose to call like everyone else does. When you didn't I felt like something terrible happened to you and to see that guy - acting all smug the way he was. It really grinded my gears. Seeing you in this clothing only made it worse."
Takano was so easy to discuss these kinds of things like how freely he admitted he was going to make Onodera fall in love and how it was easy to kiss Onodera and touch his body without a blink of an eye or even the whole stuff concerning Yokozawa. Silence once again seemed to creep over the duo as they waited for the metal train to reach the station. Onodera squeezed the bag closer towards his frame keeping his eyes glued towards the floor unable to lift his attention. What else could he say? What else could he possibly say to explain the situation? How could he make this better?
"He doesn't mean anything."
The words were spoken barely above a whisper but it was enough to capture Takano's attention. His own eyes got wide shocked that he had said something like that from Onodera. Maybe Takano was simply over reacting. He turned his head after taking a small glance around to see if anyone was around and once the coast was clear he knew exactly what he had to do. Takano was going to make his claim once more. He was going to prove to Onodera exactly who he belonged too and make sure he never forgot it.
"Takano - you really - URGH!" Takano didn't wait for Onodera to finish his sentence he had turned around his hands moved grabbing Onoderas wrists in a tight grip and pushed the smaller male up against the nearest wall inside the station. He really didn't care if anyone would walk by and see the little love display or not - he was going to get his point across. Takanos mouth was instantly covering Onoderas crushing his lips against his own. The kiss had completely caught Onodera off surprise but he could feel Takanos tongue dominating his own. His body was beginning to respond to all of Takanos skillful touches and his wicked tongue that moved around inside his body. The two were just lucky not a lot of people were coming and going from the station at this time of night.
Somehow, Onodera was able to pull his head away from Takano but he could still feel every inch of Takanos hard body pressing right up against his own. The raven haired devil had used his knee to separate Onoderas legs making it much easier for him to press intimately closer to Onodera's own body.
"T-Takano - we're in public. We can't-"
Once again his sentence was cut off by another kiss - this time he could feel the dominance, he could feel the rush of emotions he was putting into it. He could feel the worry, the sadness, the hatred all through the mans talented kiss. Their tongues were rolling around in each others mouths once again but this time it was Takano that slowly leaned his head backwards slowly inching his lips away from Onoderas and opened his eyes looking down at him.
"Ritsu, I love you."
There were those words again, how the hell could he speak them so easily without second thought? Instantly hearing that Onoderas face turned a bright red and he could no longer keep eye contact with Takano. His eyes instantly fell down towards the floor shifting his hands he finally summoned the courage and pushed Takano a few footsteps away from him. His heart was racing so fast he was sure that at the distance Takano was he was able to hear it pounding against his ears.
At that exact moment the last train of the evening came up roaring its loud horn signaling to all the customers that it was pulling into the station and giving them a slight warning to move away from the loading dock. Onodera pressed a hand against his chest watching as Takano stood there seeing the expression he had on his face it was plainly obvious to him that Onodera knew where his heart lied - he knew exactly where he belonged.
"T-The train. We should get onboard so it doesn't leave without us."
He didn't wait around to see if Takano was going to follow or not, Onodera knelt down snagging up his belongings once again as a few straggling people gathered around began to board the train as well. Takano had a small bit of a smirk across his face watching Onodera quickly board the train and find a seat. The devilish raven haired boss would walk through the sliding doors and sat down on the chair besides the obvious still blushing editor. The train would pick up the pace moments later beginning to skim down the track allowing the lights to dim for a fraction of a second. Onodera shifted in his seat knowing that Takano was so close to him. He could barely concentrate clearly - his thoughts were racing on what happened. They were going even further on what could have happened if he hadn't had the strength to push Takano away.
"Don't make any plans tomorrow."
The sounds of Takanos voice suddenly startled Onodera. He would even slightly jump at the sound turning his head and glancing over towards his face curious on why. But could he really ask without upsetting Takano? Onodera shifted the bag that was in his lap looking for anything that his fingers could mess with and fiddle around with keeping him from making eye contact with him.
"What for?"
There he said it - now he only needed to wait to hear the reply he'd get. Onoderas eyes studied Takanos face as he was looking out the window of the train watching the wall as the metal contraption seemed to go zipping by with great speed. Without having to look over he spoke out the answer and the reply he'd get would shock Onodera.
"We're going on a date."
