This chapter now switches to mature content. It is assumed you like boy on boy, or else why watch the Takumi series at all. It will be awhile again before I post, as I am still working on my other stories. But I wanted to get these together after so much time apart. Thank you for taking the time to read.

For a brief moment Shingyouji couldn't relax as ordered. It was almost too much. The bed was too soft, the sun too warm, the touch too gentle, the moment too perfect. It was a dream. It was all fake and any moment it would all dissolve around him. He would open his eyes at Shidou, alone in his bed with only the memory of Misu.

A hand touched his shoulder. Shingyouji tried to bury his head further in the covers. He would not be pulled away from this dream. He would stay trapped in the moment of Misu's embrace. Remembering every moment. The feel of the covers against his bare chest. The sound of Misu shifting closer to him. The smell of breakfast in the room.

Shingyouji opened his eyes.

"Arata-san?"

"Yes Shingyouji?"

"This is real?"

"Yes Shingyouji."

Shingyouji let out the breath he hadn't realized he had been holding and rolled over. Misu lay next to him his head propped up by his elbow looking down at him. He was partially under the covers so that only the top half of his body appeared, which was currently bare, and a part of his sleeping pants showing. His hair stuck out at odd angles. Shingyouji smiled a little at his uncharacteristically disheveled look. MIsu frowned at him.

"Something funny?"

Shingyouji bit his lip to try to hide his smile. "No Arata-san. I'm just happy."

Misu leaned down and kissed Shingyouji on his forehead. "Good. Get up and let's eat. My mother prepared this for us and it's getting cold from you sleeping too late."

Misu peeled the covers off of Shingyouji, his bare chest suddenly exposed to the air. Misu rolled out of the bed and Shingyouji followed. At the foot of his bed a small table had been set with two chairs. Covering the table was a traditional Japanese breakfast.

"Your mother made all this for us?"

"Yes, she did this for you."

"For me?"

"It's not for my benefit. I've been here for months and this is the nicest meal I've seen yet." Misu pulled out the chair and held it for Shingyouji. Shingyouji slid into his seat. Misu moved into his seat directly across from Shingyouji.

"Oh. Why would she?"

"She wants to impress you."

"Impress me? Why?"

Looking down at their plates, they both said "Itadakimasu."

"I think she believes if she can impress you, it will make my father less difficult to deal with. She is afraid he will try to scare you away."

"Your father didn't try to scare me. He just asked me some questions. I kind of like him." Misu's eyes opened wide. "He reminds me of you."

"Ah, well, my mother will be happy to hear that."

"I like your mother too." Shingyouji lowered his head for a moment. "I am thankful that she welcomed me so readily. I already liked her when I met her at your graduation. She treated me so kindly then. I was afraid of what pain I was going to bring here."

Misu's foot tapped against his leg. Shingyouji looked up. "And now you know, you didn't bring pain to this house. Instead you've brought her joy."

"And you Arata-san? Are you happy that I am here?"

Misu stared at Shingyouji for a long moment. "Shingyouji are you really asking me that? You should understand by now that I need you. That is not going to change because of a little distance. You do understand?" Shingyouji nodded his head. "Good. What is making me unhappy is that I know you are doing unwell in school. Both socially and with your studies. I knew something was wrong. I wish you could have shared this with me."

"Arata-san I couldn't. He was right there. He heard everything I said."

Misu held up his hand. "Shingyouji I understand now. At the time I was worried."

"Arata-san, you were worried about me?"

"Shingyouji of course I worry. It worries me that I am not there and that you've felt alone in all this. I worry that you've been hurt. But that will change. From now own you will distance yourself from that...pest. At least until a better solution presents itself."

"I will try Arata-san."

"Do your best. Remember his threats won't work. He has nothing on you any more." Misu leaned back in his chair suddenly looking at Shingyouji over the table. "Ah but here he is, ruining my time still. I'm done talking about him."

Shingyouji glanced at the now empty plates littering the table. "I'll clean up."

"No. Stay right there. Don't move." Misu stood. He pulled the table away to the corner of the room. "I have waited patiently to see you again and that was so rudely interrupted yesterday." Misu held up his hand before Shingyouji could say anything. "So don't move at all." Misu stepped over to Shingyouji who sat in his chair, hands held carefully locked before him in his lap. "I have waited patiently to touch you." Misu lightly ran a finger under Shingyouji's chin, up along his neck, to the base of his of ear, then away. "To kiss you." Misu leaned down and kissed the outer edge of Shingyouji's ear. Shingyouji remained still. His hands gripping to each other a little tighter. He pinched his eyes closed.

"You're not moving. You're obeying me well. But even when I do this?" Misu's lips wrapped around his ear, his tongue gently rubbing against the skin. Shingyouji began to shiver from head to toe. His hands gripping harder. Misu brought his front teeth down and slid his tongue to the other side, holding the tip of his ear between the two. Misu pressed Shingyouji's ear with his tongue into his teeth, gentle but firm. Shingyouji eyes shot open, his hands dropped to the sides of chair, gripping the edge for support. Misu worked against the sensitive nerve a few moments more. His warm breath trailing along the side of Shingyouji's face. Shingyouji own breathing changed to short quick gasps. His hands shook as he held the chair tightly.

With one last lick, Misu released Shingyouji's ear. Shingyouji relaxed forward, his breath still a little shallow. Misu whispered lightly in his ear. "Seems you've missed this as well."

Shingyouji could only lightly nod his head in response.

"But you moved."

"I couldn't help it Arata-san."

"I see. Well then something must be done about that."

"What?" Shingyouji lifted his head. Misu put his hand in his hair and stopped him from moving.

"No. Stay."

Misu released his hold. Shingyouji heard Misu walk away. He heard the wardrobe door open and close. Misu walked back and stood behind Shingyouji.

"Shingyouji, do your hands still really hurt?"

"Eh?"

"Your hands, do they actually hurt? You keep rubbing your hands and wrists as if they do, or is it just a memory of where he grabs you. And you need to be honest with me."

Shingyouji looked down at his hands. The warm pleasant feelings he had a moment ago quickly fading. He rubbed at his hands and wrist just as Misu mentioned. There was no pain, but he could still feel the fingers digging into his bones. "Ah, no Arata-san, they don't still hurt. It's just a memory."

"That's good. Give me your right hand."

"Arata-san?"

"Your right hand." Shingyouji lifted his hand up to his shoulder. "No, put it behind the chair."

Shingyouji did as asked. Misu took his hand in both his hands. Starting at the wrist he dragged his fingers along Shingyouji's hand. Massaging his fingers into the palm of his hand, around the back, and back up to the wrist. Misu's hands were very warm, compared to the soft thin cold item that suddenly wrapped around his wrist. For a brief second Shingyouji pulled away.

"Don't move Shingyouji. I'm going to give you a new memory. Instead of thinking of him, think of this moment. So if he ever grabs your again, you think of me and now instead." Shingyouji relaxed. "Good. Now your left hand."

Shingyouji moved his left hand behind the chair. Misu massaged it as he had the right. The same cold cloth wrapped around his left wrist. Misu tied his hands together firmly but not too tight. The hold was comfortable but he was unable to move. Misu slowly stepped out from behind the chair and stood before him. Shingyouji looked up to Misu, but Misu was looking down. Shingyouji followed his gaze downwards. Even through his sleeping pants and boxers Shingyouji's erection was clear as it pushed against his clothes. Instinctively he moved to cover himself. His hands moved barely an inch before he was stopped.

Misu kneeled down and grabbed the side of Shingyouji's pants and boxers. Without protest Shingyouji lifted his hips and in one quick motion Misu stripped him of his clothes, leaving them in a pile at Shingyouji's feet. He stood again and stared down at Shingyouji. Shingyouji watched Misu's eyes as they traveled over his body. Misu took a step forward. He reached out and touched Shingyouji's chest. His fingers sliding slowly downwards, then rising again, brushing beneath Shingyouji's chin, before moving downwards again. Shingyouji took long deep breathes that followed Misu movements. Hand rising and falling, breathing in and out.

Titling his head Misu leaned in closer. He pressed his lips against Shingyouji's cheek. Slowly he worked his way over to Shingyouji's lips. His kisses were light at first. Just barely touching. Shingyouji tried to lean forward but his tied-up arms restrained him, holding him back. Misu moved again, trailing kisses along Shingyouji's chin, over his neck and down his chest, stopping for a moment at the gold ring hanging from the necklace. Misu lowered his hands and slowly forced Shingyouji's legs apart. Shingyouji complied though he felt a warm blush fill his cheeks as he looked down at Misu's head moving downwards placing kisses along his body. Misu moved into a kneeling position before him, directly between his knees. With his right hand he took Shingyouji's erection, the left he placed against the flat of his stomach.

"Arata-san." Shingyouji whispered.

Misu looked up at Shingyouji from his kneeling position. As their eyes met, Misu's tongue reached out and licked the tip of Shingyouji's erection. Shingyouji inhaled quickly. His heart pounded so hard in his chest the sound briefly filled his ears. His eyes started to close, but stopped as Misu continued to stare up at him. Misu pulled Shingyouji's erection closer to him, wrapping his lips around the head of his cock, their eyes still locked. Shingyouji's whole body shuddered. His hands pulled at his restrastraints again. Misu's tongue still licked at him even as his lips encircled him. Shingyouji cried out softly. Misu's lips released him, leaning back smiling. Shingyouji lifted his hips slightly as Misu's hand rubbed the length of his cock.

Misu leaned forward again breaking eye contact. His mouth completely enveloping Shingyouji. Another moan escaped Shingyouji's lips, much louder this time. His eyes slammed shut as he felt Misu suck him in. Misu's lips running the length of his shaft, his tongue moving continuously. Shingyouji's breath became long shallow pants, with occasional moans. His arms pulled tight against his restraint. Misu's mouth worked the length of him, up and down. Tongue licking, twisting, curling. Lips tight, moving and sucking.

"Ara…" Misu leaned back, with his hand still moving quickly. Shingyouji's hips thrust against Misu's hand. Once, twice, three times hard. The orgasm roared through his body, lifting him from his chair. He collapsed back into the seat panting for breath, his whole body shuddering. His nerves tingling with pleasure.

With his eyes still closed, he felt Misu release his hold on him. Slowly his breathing returned to normal. He opened his eyes. Misu still knelt before him, looking up at him. A half smile on his face. Misu reached up and caressed his cheek for a moment before standing. He walked back around the chair. Shingyouji felt as Misu slowly undid his restraints. First his left wrist, which he again massaged once free, then the right wrist. Shingyouji brought his arms forward and stretched them the restraint was gone he could still feel them there. He rubbed at his wrists. A new memory.

"Time to get clean."

Shingyouji stood and turned to look at Misu standing behind his chair. In his hand he held his tie from his suit. "Arata-san, my tie?"

"I would have used mine, but it was in the other room. Next time I will." Shingyouji felt himself blush slightly. "Come on." Misu took Shingyouji's hand and started to walk him to the door.

"Arata-san, my clothes."

"What about them? Nobody's home, remember." Misu's eyes glanced at the chair.

"But, that's different. This is a bedroom."

"Would it help if I was naked too?"

"That's not what…" Misu grabbed his waistband and stripped his pants and boxers down to the floor.

"Come on." Misu threw open the door to an empty hallway. He stepped out, and Shingyouji followed, his hands covering himself. He hurried quickly behind Misu into the bathroom. Misu grabbed the shower handle and turned on the water. He started by cleaning Shingyouji first. Taking his time rubbing him with soap and rinsing him off. He cleaned himself off next. Once cleaned he turned off the water and picked up the towel. He rubbed Shingyouji dry and then himself.

Back in the hallway a naked Misu paused. "Go put some clothes on." Shingyouji nodded and hurried into his room. He threw on some casual clothes out of his bag. At their breakfast table he gathered all the plates together into a stack. As he was finished Misu entered the room. He helped Shingyouji pick up everything and they carried it downstairs to the kitchen. Misu set the dishes into the sink to soak.

"Come on."

"Where are going?"

"You've only seen parts of the house so far. I want to show you the rest." Misu stepped into the hallway. He pointed at the closed door down the hallway. "You've seen my father's study, of course. He keeps it locked, but if you wish to look at his collection of books just ask, he is very willing to share. The dining room and kitchen you also already know." Misu walked back closer to the front door. "This is our living room. We don't use it often, dad is usually in his study and I am in my room. My mother decorated most everything. As you can see she has very western tastes."

Shingyouji stepped into the room and looked around. "Where does your mother spend her time if both of you are busy."

"While she spends a lot time out of the house with her projects and friends, she also has her own space." Misu turned and indicated the staircase near the front door.

"Oh I thought that just went upstairs to your parents room."

"No, it's a separate space from the bedrooms. For all my mother's love of keeping things clean and simple out here, her space is, well you'll see.."

Misu lead Shingyouji up the stairs. At the top was an open medium sized loft. The room was full of controlled clutter. Book shelves filled with books and cheap knick knacks. Display cabinets with beautiful pottery next to plastic figures found at silly souvenir shops. Bamboo mats covered the floors. Large blue pillows were thrown about the floor and one large well used recliner sat in the middle of the room facing the one picture window. The walls were covered in photos from places around the world along with family photos.

Shingyouji walked slowly around the room, taking everything in. His eyes frequently scanning the photos for a young Misu. One in particular caught his interest. It was of Natsu and Ryou with a younger Misu. Next to them stood another couple and their young son.

"Is that Saki-senpai?"

Misu stepped up next to him.

"Oh that. I wish my mother would take that photo down."

"I remember now, didn't Saki-senpai said that Misu-san knew his parents."

"Yes, my parents have worked with Saki's parents before on various business dealings. As children aren't usually present for those she recognized him about as well as I would expect his parents to recognize me."

Shingyouji moved on to another photo of a 5 year old boy dressed in a little suit. "Arata-san, is this you? You are so cute."

"Shingyouji I am beginning regret bringing you up here."

"Arata-san, how can you say that. I think this is the best room ever. I love it here."

Misu gently pet his hand through Shingyouji's hair. The feeling sent goosebumps across his skin. "I thought you might. I know mother won't mind, so feel free to spend any time you want up here."

"Oh, well I'd only come up here if you're with me. We only have a few days."

Misu smiled and shook his head. "I didn't mean just this week Shingyouji. I meant any time you visit. This won't be the only time you come over. You know my mother will insist you come back often." Misu turned away slightly. "Shingyouji I know you haven't picked your college yet, but if you do choose to come to the same college as me, you should come live here."

"Arata-san?"

"I know my mother would insist it."

"And your father?"

"By then I have to believe he will be more accepting."

"I will think about it Arata-san."

"Shingyouji?"

"Yes Arata-san?"

"This is not one my orders you need to follow. You need to pick the best school for you. We will find a way to make it work no matter what you choose. Do you understand?" Shingyouji nodded his head. "Good. Now are you ready for lunch?"

"Yes Arata-san."

Shingyouji followed Misu back down the stairs, he eyes looking over the chaos of the room once more. It was a place he wanted to come back to again, often. In the kitchen they worked together to make a simple lunch. Shingyouji found he enjoyed working domestically with Misu. They took their lunch to the dining room and sat across from each other.

"Itadakimasu." The both said.

Shingyouji bowed his head slightly as he smiled to himself. He felt Misu tap his foot. Misu left his foot gently pressed against his. A wonderful familiar feeling from days past. He raised his head, biting his lip to hide his smile as his did so.

"Something wrong Shingyouji?"

"Ah no Arata-san. Actually I am very happy. I was just thinking how nice it is to be here."

"It is a nice place."

"This was your childhood home wasn't it?"

"Yes, I grew up here, except for the time I spent at schools, this is where I lived."

"It must be why I like it so much. It's Arata-san's home."

Their attention turned to their lunch, quickly finishing the meal in short order. They cleared the table and carried the dishes back to the kitchen. As with the night before Shingyouji positioned himself to dry while Misu washed the breakfast and lunch dishes. Shingyouji leaned against the kitchen counter as he finished with the last item. He watched Misu closely as he put the dishes away. Studied his face, how his hair curled slightly around his ears, the slight pout to his lips as his concentrated on his task. Shingyouji's body responded to his thoughts. His hands wanted to reach out and grab Misu in his arms. He held onto the kitchen counter even tighter.

"Arata-san do you want to take a walk with me?" Shingyouji suddenly blurted out.

"A walk?" Misu glanced at Shingyouji, the small pout turning into a slow smile.

"I was just thinking of what we might do now."

Misu turned and placed his hands on the counter on either side of Shingyouji. He dropped his head slightly and quickly kissed Shingyouji. Misu leaned back but did not remove his hands.

"I see. This is my childhood neighborhood. I can understand why you might want to see it." Misu leaned back in. "We could go out and view the whole neighborhood, which could take hours. Or would you rather stay here?" Misu kissed Shingyouji's cheek. "Where we still have the afternoon left." Misu kissed Shingyouji's ear. "With what may be our only day alone." Shingyouji gripped tightly onto the counter as his knees shook beneath him. Misu started to pull away. "But if you prefer to go on a walk, we can."

Shingyouji released the counter and wrapped his hands into Misu's hair, pulling him back. He pressed his lips hard against Misu's. Their tongue's meeting, finding a familiar pattern. Misu's hands wrapped around Shingyouji's body pulling him in a tight embrace. For the next few minutes all they could do was kiss. Touching each other as if this was the first time they had truly seen each other and the last day had happened far in the past.

When Misu finally pulled away, Shingyouji looked him directly in the eyes. "I missed you Arata-san."

"I missed you too Shingyouji."

Misu dropped his mouth back on to Shingyouji. On his lips, his neck, his ears, his check, his forehead. Any exposed skin. His hands moved around his waist, took the edge of Shingyouji's shirt and peeled it over his head, throwing it on the kitchen counter. His hands ran over the length of Shingyouji's now exposed chest, running over his stomach, across his body, lightly touching his nipples, moving back down his sides. Shingyouji watched Misu's face as he touched him. The half smile on his lips, his eyes filled with yearning. Each place Misu touched Shingyouji wanted more. But he also wanted to feel Misu's skin under his fingers.

Shingyouji placed a hand against Misu's side, pulling at the edge of his shirt. Misu glanced down at his hand, then back up to Shingyouji's eyes. The same need filled Misu's eyes.

"Come on." He grabbed Shingyouji's hand, dragged him from the kitchen, down the hallway, back up the stairs, kicked open the guest bedroom door, pulled Shingyouji in, kicked the door shut and brought Shingyouji to the edge of the bed. He pulled off his own shirt and threw it to the floor. He gently pushed Shingyouji backwards. They fell into the bed together, Misu nearly a top of him. His lips and hands resumed their exploration, up, down, everywhere he could touch. Shingyouji swallowed hard as Misu worked along his body. Small cries of contentment escaped his throat.

Misu raised up suddenly. He gripped Shingyouji's pants and stripped them off nearly in one motion, throwing them to the floor. He grabbed his own pants and quickly removed them, tossing them after Shingyouji's. He lay back down next to Shingyouji their naked bodies tightly pressed to each other. He pulled Shingyouji's face closer, resuming their feverish kissing. Small moans vibrated his lips from Misu's mouth. Misu's hands continued to work along his skin. His hands working ever downward. Shingyouji moved his legs apart and shifted slightly as Misu's hands rubbed along his thighs. Suddenly Misu stopped and sat up.

"Ah, I need..."

Shingyouji looked away suddenly unable to look Misu in the eyes. "In my bag."

"What?"

"I have some in my bag."

Shingyouji peered up at Misu from the corner of his eyes. Misu stared down at him, smiling.

"To my parents house? Did you imagine that something like this might happen?" Misu rolled over Shingyouji, putting one hand on either side of his head, staring down at him. The hard blush filled Shingyouji's cheeks immediately. "Did you miss me that much?"

Though his cheeks were still burning Shingyouji turned his head and looked Misu directly in the eyes. "Yes Arata-san."

"Good."

Misu backed off the bed. Shingyouji watched him walk across the room. Naked and confident. Beautiful. Misu opened the wardrobe and rummaged around in his bag. After an infinitely long moment he retrieved the bottle of lotion. Misu turned around, lifted his head and dropped the bottle of lotion. Shingyouji lay completely naked atop the white covers, his legs still slightly parted. Shingyouji started to sit up.

"Stay." Misu growled.

"What's wrong?" Shingyouji shifted his position slightly.

"Don't move."

Misu lowered himself to pick up the lotion, his eyes never wavering. He walked slowly back to the bed, his chest rising and falling in short breaths as he approached.

"Arata-san?"

"It's been too long since I've seen my pet like this."

"But Arata-san, what about...earlier?"

"That was different. That was for you Shingyouji. I've waited patiently to see you again. Now here you are finally before me." Misu reached out a hand and stroked Shingyouji's leg. "I've needed this." Misu hand moved lower. "Seeing you like this now, I cannot wait much longer."

Shingyouji shifted, letting his legs spread further apart. Shingyouji watched Misu inhale and exhale quickly a few times. Misu flipped open the bottle of lotion and dumped some in his palm. He placed his hand between Shingyouji's legs, spreading the lotion around. After a few seconds, Shingyouji felt Misu press a finger into him. He was surprised by how much it hurt. He gasped, his hands grabbing Misu's to stop his movement.

"Shingyouji? Does it hurt?" Misu pulled away and the pain faded. "Should I stop?"

"No Arata-san, it just hurt a little. Please don't stop."

Misu put his hands back against Shingyouji's leg. His fingers working the muscles slower. He lowered his head and kissed Shingyouji's stomach. Shingyouji felt the pressure of Misu's fingers. At first the feeling was slightly uncomfortable but no longer painful. He shifted his hips a bit and suddenly the pleasure washed through him. He moaned loudly. Misu pressed his finger onto the same spot. Shingyouji gripped the cover tightly. Misu slid his left hand over pulling one of Shingyouji's hand's free, holding him firmly in his grasp. The warm feeling remained with each of Misu's thrusts. Shingyouji felt as Misu slid another finger into him. His nerves awoke with a new wave of pleasure. He squeezed Misu's hand. Misu lifted his gaze to look at Shingyouji.

"Does it still hurt?"

Shingyouji could only moan in response, his voice escaping him. Misu smiled.

"Ah, then does it feel good?" Misu pushed into him.

Shingyouji took in a quick breath. His hand squeezing Misu's even tighter. His hips jerked towards Misu's hand causing him to press deeper.

"Please." Shingyouji managed to whimper out. His whole body ached, needing more.

Misu removed his hand. For a moment Shingyouji felt empty. Shingyouji lifted his legs as Misu positioned himself. Misu's beautiful eyes stared down at him, filled with the same yearning as before. Shingyouji gave a small nod. With a slow movement Misu entered him. It felt good, it felt right. Misu lowered his body down. Shingyouji wrapped his arms around Misu's chest. Misu leaned down further, his lips falling to meet Shingyouji's. They kissed strong and intense.

The pleasurable warmth that started at Shingyouji's groin moved throughout his body. With each of Misu's thrusts he moaned into their kiss. Misu pushed hard into him. Over and over, his pace quickening. Shingyouji's hands fell away from Misu, gripping tightly at the sheets again. His whole body filled with the full pleasure of Misu's touch.

Misu suddenly pulled back and sat up, his chest heaving. His hands roamed along Shingyouji's chest. His fingers felt so comfortable against his skin. Misu still hard inside of him. His own erection firm, lying against his body, needing to be touched. He started to slide his hand over, but Misu reached him first. The feeling was electric. To be held by Misu while he was still inside felt overwhelming. His breath caught in his throat, his heart pounded throughout his body, his hips jerked.

Shingyouji closed his eyes for a moment. Feeling every movement of Misu's touch. His rested his hands on Misu's legs, looking for even more contact between them. Misu's hand worked along him. He opened his eyes again. First he looked down at where Misu was touching him. Watching it felt as if another electric shock went through him. He could feel his orgasm fast approaching. His eyes moved upwards. Misu was looking down at him, directly in his eyes, his mouth slightly open, breathing deeply, his eyes filled with desire.

Shingyouji couldn't hold back any longer. His hands squeezed Misu's legs tightly, his hips lifted into Misu's hand and his orgasm poured out of him in one long powerful moment. Misu kept his eyes locked with his the whole time. Just as the wave of pleasure was drifting away Misu fell forward, his hips thrusting hard against him. Misu called out loudly as his own orgasm took him and he pushed deeply into Shingyouji. Shingyouji wrapped his arms around his chest and held him. They held each other in this position until their breathing slowed back to its normal pace.

Misu lowered himself slightly so that the soft skin of their stomach's met. Misu's body felt incredible against his own body. Misu's face continued lowering until he was merely inches above Shingyouji. He propped himself onto one arm and ran his free hand through Shingyouji's hair. Shingyouji tightened his grip around Misu's chest. It felt so right to be holding him. It felt like where he belonged.

"Shingyouji?"

"Yes Arata-san."

"I don't think I can let you go home to your family. I waited too long to see you, I cannot let you go back after a week."

"Maybe you'll get tired of me after a week. We've never been together like this, for so long."

Misu moved down and kissed Shingyouji deeply. When he finally pulled away he looked Shingyouji in his eyes. "Shingyouji, never say such things. I will never tire of you."

Shingyouji smiled as he looked up at Misu, but the smile quickly faded. "I cannot stay. I promised my grandmother I would visit her. And I do miss her. And I need to visit my father."

"Shingyouji, maybe it is time that I meet your father."

Shingyouji moved, nearly throwing Misu off of him. Misu backed away and Shingyouji quickly sat up. "Arata-san you want to meet my family?"

"Yes Shingyouji. It does seem appropriate if we are going to be together. Are you ready for that?"

"I...I don't know. For my grandmother yes. My father, I am not sure."

"Will you be okay if he doesn't accept us?"

Shingyouji nodded his head. "Yes Arata-san. Because I have you, and now I have your family."

"Yes Shingyouji you do." Misu climbed off the bed and stretched. As he brought his hands down he rubbed them over his body. "We should clean off."

Shingyouji crawled out of the bed as well. For the second time that day they walked across the hallway naked, into the bathroom and quickly showered. Once cleaned Misu lead them back into Shingyouji's room. Shingyouji reached down for his pants lying on the floor.

"Wait. No clothes."

"Arata-san? I don't think I can, again. Not yet."

Misu brushed the hair out of Shingyouji's eyes.

"No, just lie with me. I want to be with you a little longer, like this."

"Oh, okay."

Shingyouji crawled up on the bed and lay sideways on the covers. Misu followed him. They entwined their legs together. Misu put his arm out and Shingyouji rested his head against it. His other hand Misu lay across Shingyouji's side. Misu leaned forward and placed a small kiss on Shingyouji's forehead. As Misu pulled away Shingyouji smiled lightly at him. Misu lifted his hand from Shingyouji's waist and moved to slowly pet his fingers through his hair. Shingyouji let out a soft little sigh.

While he had been happy the last 24 hours being with Misu, in this moment he truly found his peace. Staring into those eyes that treasured him so completely. Being held in arms that would not let him go. Being kissed by lips that would say anything to protect him. Being touched by a heart that is much kinder than ever shown on the outside.

"I love you Arata-san." Shingyouji whispered.

"I know Shingyouji." Shingyouji smiled at Misu's response. It was exactly what he expected from Misu.

Shingyouji leaned forward and lightly kissed Misu on the lips. Shingyouji started to back away, but Misu's hands held him in place. He returned the soft kiss. Neither backed away. Their lips touched again, soft and delicate. Misu parted his lips and Shingyouji did the same. Gently their tongues touched. There was no urgency to their kiss, only the kiss itself. Misu's fingers still pet smoothly through his hair. Shingyouji with his hands trapped between their bodies lay his palms flat against Misu's chest, feeling his heart pounding hard.

Shingyouji didn't know how much time passed that way, lost in Misu's embrace, just kissing. It felt as if the last of their hours flew by. Gradually Misu pulled away, his lips slightly swollen.

"Today was a good day Arata-san."

"Yes it was Shingyouji. Unfortunately I think my mother will be home soon. We should get dressed."

Shingyouji nodded his head. Misu crawled off the bed first. He gathered up his boxers, pants and shirt. Shingyouji followed and grabbed his boxers and pants. He scanned the room for his shirt.

"Arata-san, my shirt. I think we left it in the kitchen."

Misu looked around the room. "You're right. I'll be right back." Misu pulled on his clothes. Shingyouji slipped on his pants fast before Misu opened the door. Shingyouji sat down in the chair he had been at earlier for breakfast. He was feeling regretful that the day alone was coming to an end, but very happy to have had the time at all. As he leaned forward the necklace and ring swayed freely around his neck. He took the ring and held it tight with both hands.

"I will be stronger." Shingyouji whispered to himself. "I can be stronger. For Arata-san, and for myself."

The bedroom door opened and Misu came back in the room carrying his shirt. "Here's your shirt. And you should put it on quick. My mother is already home."

Shingyouji felt his heart stop and his face go instantly red. "Did she see you, with this?" Shingyouji asked, trying to get the shirt on as fast as possible, only to put it on inside out the first time.

"She's the one who handed it to me. Hurry, she's waiting for us."

"Arata-san I can't see her now. Not with her knowing." Shingyouji flipped his shirt around only to put it on backwards.

Misu approached him and helped him turn it around. Once the shirt was properly placed Misu placed a hand on his head.

"I'm just kidding Shingyouji."

"Arata-san, why?"

"Because I like the face you make when you get embarrassed." Misu dropped his smile as he took Shingyouji's hands in his and rubbed his fingers into the backs of his hands.. "Shingyouji don't forget this new memory. Remember this and only this from now on."

"I will Arata-san."

"Good, now let's go downstairs before my mother really does come home."