I am updating three times this week JUST IN CASE i'm unable to find time next week! If I have time i'll still post another chapter next Wednesday as well =D

Also a bit of Hirato ahead, not much so if you're not a fan of GareHira just bare with me for the first few paragraphs! And if you are a fan then BWAHAHAH you're welcome.

Also no song lyrics, i'll probably return and implement them later depending how i'm feeling!
Enjoy~

Gareki was still in the process of recovering from his injuries but felt good enough to move around and do his daily tasks again. Though Yogi had done everything in his power to not let him out of his sight, Gareki still found a way to slip out of his view when he left to shower, giving the boy a much needed break from him. It also gave him time to talk to Hirato since he hadn't had a chance after Yogi's incident.

He made his way to the small study where the dark haired man typically spent his time reading, sure enough he was sitting at a small table alone. Gareki made sure to shut and lock the door behind himself since he knew Yogi would be searching for him soon but he wanted to have this conversation alone.

The two talked briefly about Gareki's school, about the possibility of sending him away and paying for everything. Hirato stood up, a sudden glare in his eyes as he was met with blue orbs. "I'll send you to your school... if you let me have my way with you." Hirato seemed to enjoy the taken-aback look on Gareki's face as he suddenly began to stutter.

"T-t-that's not fair, w-what if I don't want to." Gareki began avoiding direct eye contact and shifting uncomfortably on the small leather couch he sat on. Hirato approached him slowly, pressing a hand against the boy's cheek as he bent down to face him.

"But you seemed to want me before." Hirato's voice was teasing and playful as he leaned in for a kiss. He was pushed away roughly as Gareki's facial expression grew increasingly annoyed.

"Cut this out." Gareki demanded. He only came to discuss something that was important to him, he had been annoyed to no extent by Yogi ever since he was injured, now he didn't have the patience to deal with Hirato trying to be close to him. The older man grasped Gareki's wrists, catching his lips with his own, pulling him into a very gentle kiss.

Gareki squirmed and struggled to get his wrists free, not wanting to be pulled in by the second ship captain's seductive techniques once again. Hirato, however, wasn't backing down so easily as he began trying to convince him, "It'll just be this one time, if I get to do what I please with you then i'll pay for all of your schooling, you'll be an important and essential part of our team."

It almost made Gareki angry that the man was trying to convince him in such petty ways, but even so he let out a deep sigh and shook his head.

Hirato spoke up once more, this time he spoke softly into Gareki's ear. "You can even pretend i'm Yogi." He slid his tongue delicately against Gareki's ear.

Gareki felt his face grow red as he became flustered, he let out a nervous laugh "I don't like Yogi in that way... I take that back, I don't like him at all." He scoffed, furrowing his eyebrows as he tilted his head to one side, giving Hirato further access to gently bite it.

"Your actions say otherwise." Hirato responded before quickly placing a hand over Gareki's mouth, preventing him from speaking back. Gareki's eyes slammed tightly shut as the man leaned down to slide his tongue against his neck, keeping his hand firmly on his mouth.

"Good, just keep your eyes closed." He half whispered, nipping softly at the porcelain skin on Gareki's neck. "Now pretend i'm Yogi." He began to suck and kiss at Gareki's jaw line. The boy would have argued but his mouth was still being smothered, and he didn't want to open his eyes at that point, nor did he necessarily want to picture Yogi doing these things to him at that moment but his imagination began to wander. His thoughts slowly drifting to the yellow haired man.

Gareki let out a very small sound as Hirato wrapped his fingers into his hair, pulling his head back as far as possible to bite at his throat. With his other hand he finally released his mouth, pressing their lips quickly together. Gareki felt Hirato's experienced tongue dancing with his own, making his hands tremble.

He felt himself get lost in the kiss, his body beginning to relax. Without hesitation Hirato suddenly placed his hand between the black haired boy's legs, pressing the palm of his hand firmly down and rubbing it against Gareki. The friction caused Gareki to gasp against Hirato's lips.

"Y-Yogi." As Gareki moaned the name his eyes suddenly shot open. He quickly pushed Hirato away with as much force as possible, catching the taller man off guard and causing him to stumble backward.

"I can't, I'm sorry." Gareki blurted out, jumping to his feet. "I don't want you, Hirato."

The words cut deep, causing Hirato to clench his jaw. He knew that Gareki didn't want him in those ways, yet it hurt to hear, but still he told himself he'd win over the stubborn male one day.
"We'll talk again soon." Was Hirato's only response as he walked past Gareki to exit the room, avoiding looking him in the face. Hirato left the room hastily, his clothes slightly disheveled and hair sticking out of place. He was making his way to Akari's office where he knew he could convince the doctor into having sex with him. It's what he felt he needed to get his frustrations out.

Gareki had locked himself up in his room, not letting Nai or Yogi get in, much to both of their dismay. He didn't want to have further contact with anyone at that point, he just needed space and time to think, he had far too much on his mind to have to deal with babysitting Nai or Yogi. After a while of pestering him through the door the two had given up for a while and left to entertain themselves while giving Gareki his much needed rest.

He let out a deep, relieving sigh, soaking in the quietness of the room. He lay on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling as he brought his hand up and brushed his fingers across his lips. Again his mind wandered from the first day Yogi had kissed him up to the violent kiss he'd received from Silver Yogi.

He clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth as he moved his hand away to grab his mobile phone from the small table beside his bed. As he flipped it open he scrolled down to Yogi's name and opened up a blank text message, staring at the flashing cursor. He knew he may regret sending anything at that moment until his thoughts were straightened out, he didn't want Yogi to take anything the wrong way since Gareki certainly didn't feel like he could love anyone, yet he began to type anyway.

'Come here.' It was simple, but Gareki knew the man would come running full speed no matter where he was at after receiving that message. He unlocked the bedroom door and laid back down in bed before hitting 'Send'. He then mentally slapped himself for willingly inviting the crazy man into a room alone with him, but it was too late and the damage was done as the door flew open.

"Gareki-kun~" Yogi sang his name as he slammed the door behind himself, rushing to the side of his bed. "I was so worried when you locked yourself in, I thought you'd be trying to find a way to escape, i'm so happy you wanted me to come to you instead!" He exclaimed in a very hyper tone, a smile plastered across his face. "What is it that you wanted me for?"

Gareki inwardly groaned, Yogi could talk to much and so loud sometimes, he still wasn't completely used to it. "Shut up and sit down for a moment." He blurted out, furrowing his eyebrows. Yogi laughed, sitting on the bed beside him, watching his face intently.

Gareki let out a deep breath, thinking back to the time Yogi had touched everywhere on his face before kissing him, he felt his heart skip a beat knowing they were this close once again. A knot formed in his throat as he pictured Silver Yogi's body pressed tightly against his own. Without saying anything he reached his hand out and rested it against Yogi's cheek.

This caused Yogi to gasp with surprise as he looked into stunning blue eyes. Gareki never touched him like that, so gentle, usually he was pushing him away or hitting him, he'd received some pretty hard punches from the small framed boy before. Gareki pulled his hand forward, his fingers brushing against Yogi's powerful jaw line before he pushed his hand back again, this time trailing his fingers against the man's ear before closing his grip on the back of his soft hair.
At this Yogi let out a sigh but said nothing, merely watched Gareki's eyes as they trailed over his face. Gareki closed his eyes, still gripping Yogi's hair he pulled him forward into a kiss. Yogi immediately deepened it, their tongues clashing desperately together. To Gareki the kiss felt very passionate and it felt... right. They took turns nipping at each other's lips, biting at tongues, but Gareki made soft noises as Yogi suddenly began to suck on his tongue.

Upon hearing the approving sounds coming from Gareki's throat, Yogi took the chance to push him on his back, crawling on top of him. He felt Gareki grasp as his green shirt with one hand, his other hand still firmly gripping his hair, pulling their bodies closer.

"I can hardly take it..." Yogi softened his voice and spoke into his ear. "I want you so bad, i've wanted you for so long..." His voice trembled slightly as he said it, Gareki could hear the passion behind his words, he only wished he could reciprocate them.

"Then take me." Gareki responded before roughly kissing him once more. Yogi could feel his white pants grow tight at his words. He pushed himself up to hastily pull open Gareki's red sweater, revealing his black tank top underneath. Yogi sighed softly as he glanced over Gareki's small frame, his hand slowly sliding under the black fabric to pull it up, revealing his tone stomach.

Gareki felt his face turn red as Yogi looked at him, it was almost embarrassing being looked at in such a state. He closed his eyes tightly, leaning his head to one side as he allowed the older man to savor the sight. Yogi smiled at how innocent Gareki acted as he wedged his knee between Gareki's, spreading the black haired boy's legs open and positioning himself between them, pulling Gareki into his hips.

"Ah..." Gareki panted, feeling Yogi's erection pressed firmly against him. Yogi left both of their pants on as he began to thrust his hips into Gareki, watching the boy squirm underneath him. He moved slowly at first, letting the material from his pants stimulate him as he rubbed his full erection against Gareki. Yogi once again let out another relieved sigh. Once Gareki grew fully hard he increased his thrusts, causing the boy to buck his hips underneath him, both of their legs trembling.

"Yogi." Gareki moaned his name loudly and suddenly, causing Yogi to finally moan in response.

"Gareki-kun" He purred in his ear, roughly unbuttoning the trembling boy's pants, his breathing becoming heavier as he felt Gareki's erection twitch through his pants, practically begging to be touched. Gareki couldn't help but react to hearing his name, he thought back to Silver Yogi repeating it to him over and over, it made him grow so desperately aroused that he couldn't take the teasing anymore.

Just as Yogi was finally about to unzip Gareki's pants the door came flying open full force. Both of their eyes widened as Yogi suddenly shouted, jumping backward as if he'd been shot at. Much to Gareki's dismay, but not to his surprise, Yogi had forgot to lock the door behind himself when he first arrived.

"Gareki!" Nai's cheerful voice echoed into the rather uncomfortable room and he skipped in, only to stop and stare at the two on the bed. "What's Yogi doing to Gareki?" He asked curiously as Yogi jumped off the bed.

"Nothing, nothing, just playing! What're you doing here, Nai-chan?" Yogi asked sweetly as if talking to a child that had just walked in on his dirty activities... which is technically what was going on.

"Okay well I was just supposed to tell you both that we have a mission tomorrow morning!" Nai cheerfully accepted Yogi's answer.

The mission had been very straight forward, as it always was. They were sent to stop a series of violent murders in a local town. The group had been split up, Hirato volunteering to take Nai with him and telling Yogi and Gareki to partner up, especially since it seemed Silver Yogi didn't have the capacity to kill Gareki, but he would certainly try to kill Hirato if he showed up as he had tried many times in the past.

Even though there was still obvious sexual tensions between Gareki and Yogi from the previous night neither one of them mentioned anything. Yogi went along acting like his normal, annoying self while Gareki found himself slightly more on edge and jumpy.

Gareki could only groan to himself as he wondered how he once again ended up in the situation he was in. Watching Silver Yogi tear down his opponents. It seemed they were meeting much more frequently than ever before. They stood in an abandoned building, potentially a great ways away from the rest of the second ship team members, Silver Yogi's demented laugh echoing off the empty walls.

After annihilating his enemies he turned his sights on Gareki. "It seems we're meeting quite often." Yogi laughed, walking towards him.

Gareki only looked annoyed as he shot him an angry glare. "Yea, well, i'm not in the mood for your antics today."
This caused the white haired Yogi to laugh even further. "I see. Someone is feeling feisty today!" He clapped his hands together. As Gareki stepped forward to take a punch at him he caught his fist effortlessly. "I like it when you fight back, it makes it a more exciting game." His voice was much more menacing than anything the yellow haired Yogi could ever muster up, it sent a shiver up Gareki's spine.

"I've missed you since we last played together." Somehow the silver Yogi sounded genuine, his voice even softening slightly as he released his grip on Gareki's fist, roughly pulling their body's together. "This time I won't let anyone get in my way." As he spoke guided Gareki slowly backwards until he was pressed against a concrete wall.

Silver Yogi smiled down at Gareki before kissing him hungrily. Gareki arched his back into the kiss, past the point of being able to want to fight off his feelings any longer. It felt good having Yogi act so dominant and powerful at that moment, his skillful tongue gliding across his lips.

I originally intended to wrap up this Silver Yogi encounter during this chapter but I got carried away writing and had to actually split this chapter in half because I realized I had typed out so many pages that it may as well be two chapters. So continue reading for a rather lemon-y and smutty conclusion!

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