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Sorry about the wait, I had a hard time with this chapter. I hope you enjoy!


Yozak stood outside Conrart's room and prepared to knock.

He hadn't meant to make Conrart so angry, but obviously he had hit a nerve and gone too far with his teasing. His mouth often got him in trouble; sometimes he said things he thought were funny before thinking. Teasing Conrart was just too easy sometimes, but he would have to try and refrain from giving into the temptation, at least during his apology. Yes, he would be the epitome of sincere respectable behavior while he apologized. But that didn't mean he couldn't have some fun before he started the apology.

Conrart jumped and turned when he heard a knock at his door.

"Hey Captain, you busy sulking in there?"

Conrart turned back to his shelf with a scowl. He was not sulking; he was very busy organizing the baseball cards that Yuuri had given him. All three of them.

Yozak entered Conrart's room without bothering to wait for an answer. He walked over and stood behind Conrart. "What's that?" he asked looking over Conrart's shoulder.

"Baseball cards." Conrart said.

"Oh, can I see?" Yozak asked.

Conrart reluctantly handed Yozak one of the cards. "Be careful not to bend or tear it." he instructed.

Yozak held the card up and admired the picture. "Oh, he's cute." Yozak said approvingly. "Now I know why you've never taken me to Earth!" he exclaimed while punching Conrart in the shoulder. "You've been hiding all these gorgeous men from me all along. Captain, I never knew you had it in you!"

Conrart scowled. "It's not like that, Yozak, those are baseball cards. They have information about the player on the other side. That's Franklin Morales. He's from Venezuela and just started playing for the Red Sox as a pitcher."

"Oh? Well if you don't really want him, then I'll keep him." Yozak said while looking at the picture of Franklin Morales.

"That's not what they're for! Give it back!" Conrart shouted as he reached for the card.

Yozak laughed and held the baseball card up out of reach. "Why can't I have just this one? You already have two others." he teased.

Conrart pushed Yozak so that he fell on the bed. Then he climbed on top of him and tried to pin down the arm that held the baseball card. Yozak kneed him in the stomach as he tried to twist away. Conrart fell on top of Yozak, and then inched forward to grab the card out of Yozak's hand. "I guess I won again." Conrart said smugly as he sat up straddling Yozak's hips. And then he froze when he realized what he was doing. "Yozak…" Conrart said.

Yozak gave him a pained look, then roughly shoved Conrart off of himself and quickly stood up.

"What is wrong with you today, Yozak?" Conrart grumbled.

"Well, before you wouldn't let me have any fun with your baseball cards, I was going to apologize." Yozak said.

"Apologize?" Conrart asked warily.

"Yes." Yozak said as he ran a hand through his hair nervously.

"About what?" Conrart asked.

Yozak grimaced, then shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "I'm sorry I upset you. I shouldn't have written that story; I was just bored on a mission once, I never intended for anyone else to read it." Yozak said sheepishly.

Conrart just glared at him and folded his arms across his chest.

"And I'm sorry I teased you about it, I guess I was trying to find out if you felt the same way. I thought that maybe since you took the story and kept it in your room, there was a chance that you liked me…as more than a friend. But you don't and that's fine." Yozak looked completely miserable for a second and then he covered it up with his normal cheerfulness. "At least now I know, and our friendship is more important to me."

"Yozak…" Conrart said, trying to process all the things that Yozak had just told him. He still wasn't sure exactly how he felt about Yozak. It was all very confusing, and he would have liked to have more time to think about it. He was reasonably certain that his feelings for Yozak could no longer be categorized as 'just friends', and instead was something more complicated and hard to define. And Yozak felt something similar for him? And now he thought Conrart didn't feel the same way? He couldn't imagine why. He wondered if maybe Yozak had been dropping subtle hints that he hadn't picked up on.

"Besides, now I can try to hook up with Elian at the tavern." Yozak said with a wink. "If you're interested, I think he has a brother too. That is, if you're into big hairy guys." he teased.

Conrart suddenly realized this was his best chance to tell Yozak how he felt. As much as he would have preferred to wait until he had figured out exactly how to categorize his feelings for Yozak, if he didn't act now he would miss the chance. Yozak was already turning away, preparing to leave. "I never said I didn't feel the same way." he said as he reached out and grabbed Yozak's arm to keep him from leaving.

Yozak turned around stared at him with widened eyes for a moment, then his eyes narrowed. "You'd better not be joking, Conrart." he said.

Conrart had a brief thought that it would be hi-lar-ious to see Yozak's response if he thought Conrart was joking, but then he decided that was probably a very bad idea. Conrart stared back into Yozak's blue eyes. "I'm not." he said. Then he pulled Yozak closer and pressed his lips up against Yozak's.

Yozak's eyes widened in shock once again. Then he responded to the kiss with an intensity that made Conrart guiltily realize that Yozak had probably liked him as more than a friend for a long time. Had he really been so oblivious? He would make it up to his friend by making sure everything was perfect from now on, Conrart decided as he continued to kiss Yozak.