A shortish update. And just a little domestic life for the most part. Still loving these two, so I will keep writing for these two, just have to find the time

"...this all makes so much more sense now." Shingyouji stared at the man in his doorway. The man with his hands wrapped tightly around Misu's waist. The man whose chest Misu was lying his head against. The man who looked at him, then looked down at Misu, the looked at him again. "Ah, ah, please don't misunderstand. We were out at a work dinner. He had too much to drink. I offered to bring him home."

"That doesn't sound like Arata-san." Shingyouji could not stop staring at the man's hold on Misu's body.

"I know, but it wasn't until we met a...a...Sagi, Suki? What was his name?"

"Giichi Saki?"

"That's it."

"That I understand. I can take him from here."

"Oh I don't mind."

"Please, let me."

"Ah, okay." The man shifted positions to release Misu from his arms. Instead Misu gripped tighter. "He isn't letting go."

"Arata-san. Please let go of the nice man and come inside with me."

"Ow." The man shifted as Misu pinched him harder. "I think I should take him in. He doesn't seem to want to let go."

Shingyouji felt a slight flutter of anger rise in him. Even when he had seen Misu with Sagara it had not made him angry. Sad, but not angry. But watching Misu cling to another man in their doorway tapped an emotion that Shingyouji had not often felt. He fought the anger back deep down into his chest, and stepped aside.

"Come in." He said between clenched teeth forced into a smile.

The man stepped inside the entrance and kicked off his shoes. Shingyouji bent down and pulled Misu's off for him. The man took two steps into the apartment and stopped.

"Um, bedroom?"

"This way." Shingyouji led the way down the hall. He didn't look back. He could only hear the footfalls behind him. He didn't want to let the stranger into their bedroom. Didn't want some strange man touching his Misu in the bedroom he and Misu shared. He wanted to pull Misu from his arms and push the man out the apartment, out of their lives. Instead he balled up his emotions and plowed ahead into bedroom.

The man pulled Misu next to the bed and leaned forward. As Misu hit the bed he let go of the man and fell into a heap onto the bedspread. For a moment neither of them moved. They stared at the sleeping Misu, fully dressed from work, curled in on himself.

"Do you need help? Ah no of course not. Excuse me." The man scurried from the room leaving Shingyouji alone. It didn't take long for Shingyouji to strip Misu down to his undershirt and underwear. While it would have been easier if he was awake, he had had plenty of practice undressing Misu in unusual circumstances. As he finished he spread the sheet over Misu's sleeping form, kissed his forehead and turned out the lights. When he returned to the living room he was surprised to find the man was still there, standing in the window staring out at the city lights. He turned when he heard Shingyouji enter the room.

"Shingyouji-kun, my name is Atomu. I felt I couldn't leave without introducing myself. I'm the one who's been working late nights with Misu lately. I am sorry about showing up unannounced tonight, but I admit I had an ulterior motive of wanting to meet his partner that he often spoke of."

Shingyouji stared at Atomu. He was attractive. Tall, thin though muscular, his dark hair shaved short and spiked. The suit he wore hugged his body, highlighting each of his curves. His tie, hanging limply along his chest, with the end tucked into his shirt.

"Would you like something to drink?" Shingyouji offered, hoping Atomu would say no and just leave.

"Just water, thank you."

Shingyouji poured a glass of water for both him and Atomu. He motioned for the couch. Atomu sat at one edge while Shingyouji took another. They sipped their waters in silence for a minute. Shingyouji was the first to break the silence.

"So you work with Arata-san?"

"Yeah. Though we work in different departments."

"He mentioned working on a new project with someone."

"I guess that was me."

They sipped their water again.

"Did he tell you that we were classmates in elementary school?"

Shingyouji sat up a little higher.

"No he didn't."

"Well not classmates, but we did go to the same school. I always remember him being such a cute little kid then. He really grew up into such a handsome guy."

Shingyouji shifted in his seat. "Yes he is."

"Not that I look at him that way." Atomu held his hands up. "Girls, I like girls." Atomu coughed. "Anyway then he left home to go to a private high school. Shidou is it? That's where he said he met his wif..." Atomu snapped his mouth shut.

"Oh." Shingyouji sipped at his water, suddenly wishing it was whatever Misu had been drinking earlier.

Atomu sighed. "Shingyouji-kun, I'm just going to come out and say it. When Misu said he was living with someone I assumed it was a woman. He never said you were a woman. Though I admit he didn't correct my assumptions either, he never outright lied. I wasn't expecting to meet, well, you. I am just a little shocked."

"Ah, I see."

"Don't get me wrong. I don't care that Misu's gay. He's still exactly the same guy that I enjoy hanging out with. Meeting you doesn't change that. I would just be lying if I wasn't a little surprised by you answering the door instead of someone else."

"Ah well, thank you for telling me?"

"I guess I'm a little disappointed he didn't feel safe telling me."

"Well you know how he is. He doesn't like to share much."

"No he really doesn't. But I am glad I know. It really does make a lot more sense now." Atomu's eyes drifted around the apartment. "Misu never did tell me how you managed to land this place. Are the one who is a rich CEO's son?" Shingyouji choked on his water. "Are you okay?"

Shingyouji held up his hand as he coughed the last of the water free from his lungs. "Ah, no. Not my parents."

"Grandparents?"

"No. Not anyone in my family."

"Then how do you afford this place?"

"I'd rather not say who our benefactor is."

"I understand. It's a family secret."

"Something like that."

"So how long have you been here?"

"A few weeks."

"What?" Atomu sat up straight in his seat. "You've only been here a few weeks."

"Yes, why?"

"You don't have to tell me if you don't wish to, but is this the first time you've lived together?"

"Alone, yes." As Atomu raised an eyebrow at him, he felt the need to add. "I lived with him and his parents for a few years while we both attended college."

"But this is your first place alone? And it's only been a few weeks?"

"Yes."

"If that boy was out here I'd smack him upside the back of the head." Shingyouji couldn't help but laugh at the image. "I'm sorry. If I had known I would have pushed for him to come home sooner instead of so many late nights out with me. Shingyouji how about you and me make a deal?"

"Um, sure."

"If you don't mind that Misu and I hang out after work sometimes, I will make sure he gets his sorry ass home to you sooner. This is not the time for him to be staying out late so often." Atomu grinned wide at him and stuck out his hand. It didn't take long for Shingyouji to grab it for a deal making shake.

Their moment was interrupted by a sound coming from the hallway. Thump, pause, thump, pause, thump. Their heads slowly turned, hands still clasped. Leaning against the corner of the hallway, dressed only in his undershirt and underwear stood Misu. His eyes were half shut as he peered at them in the living room.

"Ah, excuse me." Shingyouji hurried off the couch, grabbing a nearby blanket. He whipped it around Misu's waist, covering his exposed legs.

"I think I've overstayed my welcome anyway. If you don't need any more help I will be going."

"No, I can get him to back to bed on my own." Shingyouji rested Misu's arm over his shoulder, forcing him to use him as a brace. Misu swerved and swayed, but stayed on his feet. He didn't say anything, only continued staring at the room through half closed eyes.

"It was a pleasure to finally meet you Shingyouji-kun."

"It was nice meeting you as well Atomu-san."

"I will see myself out. Oh and Shingyouji-kun, please don't tell Misu that you and I met. I want to pick on him a little for this. That is if he doesn't remember tonight."

Shingyouji looked up into Misu's glassy eyes. "I think we're safe."

"Great. Then I leave him in your care, Mr. Wife." Atomu flashed a smile. "I looked forward to our next, first meeting. Good-night."

"Good-night."

Shingyouji waited as Atomu left the apartment. A small laugh escaped Shingyouji as he thought about how angry he had been only a short while ago. To see Misu, his Misu, wrapped up in another man's arms. But now after talking with Atomu his mind had been calmed. He felt no threat from him. In fact he was happy that Misu had made a new friend.

With a confused Misu draped over his shoulders, Shingyouji walked back to their bedroom, and placed him back in bed. Before he could step away Misu grabbed his shirt and pulled him close.

"Shingyouji." Misu whispered at him. Shingyouji leaned away. His breath reeked of alcohol.

"Yes Arata-san?"

"I miss you."

"I'm right here Arata-san."

"Don't leave me Shingyouji."

"I won't."

"Don't leave me Shingyouji." Misu repeated his voice a bit stronger.

"I would never leave you Arata-san. I love you."

Misu turned his head toward the pillow, his grip loosening. Shingyouji pulled himself free. He stripped off his own clothes and tossed them into the pile along with Misu's clothes. He briefly considered putting them away properly, but decided that it could wait until morning. Snuggling into bed with a drunken, needy Misu was a more important. He switched off the lights and crawled into bed. It didn't take long for Misu to shift his position. He curled into Shingyouji's side, resting his head on his shoulder. In a few moments his soft little snores announced he'd fallen into a deep sleep. Shingyouji followed soon after.

The morning light broke into the dimly light room, forcing a general moan of displeasure from both parties.

"Shingyouji turn out the lights." Misu buried his head deeper into Shingyouji's shoulder.

"I can't Arata-san. It's morning."

Misu only moaned in response.

"Arata-san, do you want breakfast?"

Another moaned response.

"Was that a yes or a no?"

"Just be quiet. You're too loud." Misu pulled his pillow up over his head, covering his ears and eyes.

"Oh, you have a hangover. You stay here. I'll make you breakfast in bed."

"Stop mentioning food." Misu rolled over clutching his stomach, head still buried under his pillow.

"And I will get you some medicine."

Shingyouji hopped out of bed. He grabbed last night's clothes from the floor, threw on some new casual clothes for the day, and set to work in the kitchen. In a short while he had put together a small bowl of miso soup. The best he could come up with with what was available in their kitchen. He grabbed a few aspirin from the bathroom, along with a little water, and brought all of it into the bedroom. Misu hadn't moved. His head still remained buried under the pillow, his body curled in a little ball.

"Arata-san, I have brought you some food and medicine."

"Go away."

"I promise it will make you feel better."

Misu shifted the pillow and peered up at him from underneath. "What is it?"

"Miso soup, water and aspirin." Shingyouji watched as Misu's face paled a little. "Arata-san I know it will be hard, but you need to eat a little. It will make you feel better."

Misu slowly lowered the pillow back onto the bed. He pulled himself up in a sitting position and allowed Shingyouji to hand him the bowl of soup. Shingyouji stayed with him through the whole bowl. Watching that he ate every bite. He switched the bowl for the aspirin and the water.

"Now if you want to, you can lay back down." Shingyouji took the glass of water from his hands setting it on his bedside table in case he wanted it again later.

"Shingyouji?"

"Yes Arata-san?"

"How did I get home last night?"

"Home?"

"Yes Shingyouji, how did I get home?"

"Ah well, I couldn't say. You just did."

"No in one in particular drove me home."

"Um, I didn't see anyone drive you home." Shingyouji added weight to the word drive.

"Shingyouji, you're not lying to me are you?"

"Why do you say that?"

"Because I have this weird memory of someone helping me home, and then you talking to them, holding their hands, on our couch."

"I don't know what to say Arata-san." Shingyouji's heart nearly stopped. He had told Atomu he would keep his secret, but this was going farther than he expected.

"You're not covering for Saki-san are you?"

"What? No." Shingyouji nearly breathed a sigh of relief.

"If I find out he brought me home, you are going to be in for some serious punishment."

"Of course Arata-san. But Saki-san didn't bring you home. I promise."

Misu laid back on the pillow, his eyes drifting shut. "I swear there was someone else."

Shingyouji brushed the hair from Misu's eyes. "Worry about it later Arata-san. Get some rest. It's still early. You have a little more time before you need to worry about work."

Misu's eyes fluttered open. "Work?" He mumbled.

"Yes Arata-san, it's Friday."

"Friday?"

"Yes Arata-san, but you still have a little more time to sleep. I will wake you when you need to get ready."

Misu didn't respond. He was already back asleep. Shingyouji slipped out the door back into the living room. He would have liked to ask Misu to take the day off. But he knew asking for a day off for a hangover would look bad. Instead Shingyouji would do all that he could to get Misu back on his feet and ready for the day. In the kitchen he washed the morning breakfast dishes, after pouring the remaining soup into a bowl for himself. He sat at the dining room table as he waited out the final minutes of Misu's sleep. When he could wait no longer he slipped back into the bedroom. Misu had relaxed from a tight ball, into a stretched position. He no longer buried his head beneath the pillow hiding from the morning light.

As Shingyouji walked carefully through the room, trying to be quiet, he realized the irony of what he was doing. He knelt next to the bed and whispered Misu's name quietly. He had woken Misu before. Plenty of times he had been sent to get Misu up when they lived at his parents house. He had never had to waken Misu with a hangover.

"Arata-san?" No response. "Arata-san?"

A small noise of grumbling, but no real movement.

"Arata-san, you need to get up now."

"Few more minutes."

"I'm sorry Arata-san. If you don't get up now you'll be late."

Misu's hand snaked out from between the covers and grabbed hold of his wrist. "Few more." He tugged Shingyouji hard, pulling him into the bed and into his arms. Misu snuggled his head onto his shoulder.

"Arata-san." Shingyouji struggled physically and mentally. He needed to get Misu up and moving, but having Misu snuggled against him sapped him of any will he had.

From somewhere in the living room, a phone beeped, paused, the beeped again. Misu was getting texts. Even if he and Misu wanted to ignore the real world the real world would not ignore them.

"Arata-san, you need to get up." Shingyouji pulled himself free of Misu's tight hold. Something he could almost always do, but rarely wanted to.

"Just a little longer."

"No." Shingyouji raised his voice, speaking loud and clear. Misu's eyes shot open and looked up at him. "Arata-san, you have to get up for work."

"What time is it Shingyouji?"

"You have plenty of time Arata-san, if you get up now." Shingyouji walked away into their master bathroom. He turned on the shower, allowing the water to warm. He walked back into the bedroom. Misu had made it to the edge of the bed. His feet on the floor, his head in his hands. "Does your head still hurt?"

"A little. It's better. Thank you."

"Are you ready for a shower?"

"Yes." Misu's voice sounded unsure, but he stood anyway. He remained firm on his feet even as he grimaced in pain.

It didn't take him long to get ready. Even in pain he followed his morning ritual. Washing all traces of last night's unfortunate events away and starting fresh. As he prepared Shingyouji finished his morning as well. He would see Misu off to work, then head out to school. When they were both finished they met in the living room. Misu dressed in his blue business suit, with matching tie. Shingyouji in his comfortable clothes, slacks and white button up shirt, with his school bag thrown over his shoulder. They took the elevator down together to the main lobby.

"Shingyouji?"

"Yes Arata-san?"

"Where's my car?"

"Ah, well, at work?"

"And I am here."

"Yes."

"And you say no one drove me home last night."

"No Arata-san, I said I didn't see who drove you home." Misu stared at him for a long minute. Shingyouji began to squirm under his gaze. The words were seconds from spilling from his mouth when he was saved.

"Good morning Misu, Shingyouji." Gii said as he stepped from the elevator. He smile too bright for the morning.

"Good morning Saki-san."

Misu only grunted in response.

"Are you two on your way out?"

"Yes." Misu answered shortly.

"Ah that's good. I'll walk with you. I am headed out as well."

"Ah, sorry Saki-san we can't." Shingyouji noticed the glare Misu gave him, but pressed on anyway. "Arata-san's car isn't here."

"Really? Where you'd leave it Misu?"

"We think he left it at work." Shingyouji offered. He took a step back from the look Misu gave him.

"Work? Oh, that dinner party last night. Did you get drunk with your boss Misu? I am surprised. Then how did you get home?"

"That's what I would like to know?" Misu glared at Shingyouji who held up his hands.

"If you are both carless I can drive you. I have time."

"I'll just take a car service." Misu said.

"If you haven't already scheduled time, it might be awhile. I know they are busy in the mornings." Gii said.

"Taxi then."

"You know those are hard to come by up here." Gii countered.

Shingyouji looked at his watch. "Arata-san, you don't have a lot of time to waste. You are going to be late if you don't leave soon."

"Then it's settled. Come on you two."

"Ah, wait." Shingyouji held up his hands again. "My school is in the other direction. I can just take the bus like I normally do."

"About that. You know I drive by your school nearly every morning on the way to work. I can give you a ride to school instead of needing to take the bus every morning."

"Oh, well..." Shingyouji looked at Misu.

"Misu, you wouldn't mind would you? It would be much better for Shingyouji. He could get a little more sleep on the days I take him, and he wouldn't be trapped on a cramped bus. It really is the best for Shingyouji." Misu's lips twitched. But he nodded his head. "Great. Then that's settled. If you're both ready, let's get going."

Gii led them to down to his car in the parking lot. Parked in a prime spot near the elevator entrance. They piled in, Shingyouji in back and Misu in the front passenger seat. They drove in relative silence. Only few words were given as Misu directed Gii where to take him and drop him off. At the front door, both he and Shingyouji stepped out to allow Shingyouji to move to the front seat.

"Will you be okay Arata-san?" Shingyouji looked up at Misu. He could see him fighting back the pain.

"I will make it through today."

"Misu." A voice called out from across the building's courtyard. Shingyouji could see Misu wince, but he wasn't sure if it was from pain, or another reason. Shingyouji glanced over and recognized the owner of the voice. Atomu was walking their direction.

"Time for you to go Shingyouji. I will talk to you later."

"Of course Arata-san." Shingyouji slid into the car before Atomu reached them.

"You ready Shingyouji?"

"I am Saki-san."

Gii pulled the car away leaving Misu and Atomu as fading figures in the rear view mirror.

"So did Misu really come home drunk last night?"

"Yes."

"That's very unlike him."

"I know. It startled me as his co-worker brought him home. I know I startled him too."

"Oh?"

"It seems he expected a woman to answer the door."

"Oh."

"But we worked it out." Shingyouji said quickly. "He said he didn't have any problems with Arata-san and me."

"And do you believe him?"

"I don't have any reason not to. He seems like a nice guy. Even promised to stop keeping Arata-san after works hours so often."

"It does sound like he's a nice guy."

"I'm just happy that it seems like Arata-san has made a new friend."

"That is good news. You know the next time he and Misu go out, you should come over to our place. Takumi would love to see you."

"I wouldn't want to impose."

"Shingyouji the day you impose is the day Misu becomes my best friend."

"So never?"

"So never." Gii flashed him a quick smile.

"Thank you Saki-san."

Gii pulled into the school's long driveway and stopped near the front entrance. As Shingyouji stepped out the car Gii called after him.

"Don't forget I will drive you to school from now own. I may not be able to do it every day, but most days. So I'll meet you Monday morning in the lobby."

"You really don't have to Saki-san."

"Of course I do Shingyouji. I should have offered sooner. I'll see you later."

"Bye."

Shingyouji slammed the door shut and watched as Gii drove away.

"Hey, Shingyouji." The sweet voice spoke right next to his ear causing him to jump.

"Hello Kaori." Shingyouji turned. A short thin girl stood next to him. Her skirt cut a little too short, her shirt buttons a little too loose, her make up a little too thick.

"Was that Saki-senpai?"

"Why do you ask?"

"No reason, just surprised to see you in the same car as him. You'll have to introduce me sometime."

"Why would I?" Shingyouji started to walk to class. Kaori flipped her hair back.

"Because I think he and I would make a good pair, don't you?" Shingyouji choked back his laughter as he walked away. "What? What's so funny?"

"Nothing."

"Anyway you must introduce us."

"Of course, the first time he mentions he's looking for a girlfriend, you're first on my list."