A/N: NSFW

Makoto arched an eyebrow. "But you don't even know me," Makoto responded shyly, wondering if he had gone crazy.

"Don't get the wrong idea," Sosuke replied firmly, hastily, "I am not in love with you. I just want you."

"Oh, I see," Makoto replied. He really wanted to fuck him, didn't he?

"But," Sosuke continued, "I will not do anything you don't want. I'm not that much an asshole, you know. But I am warning you, if you say you want me, I'm not holding back, and you can't take back your word."

At that Makoto began to laugh, feeling his muscles, which had been so tense earlier, relax along with the rest of his body and also his mind. Really…to hell with it all. He didn't feel so bad after all. If that was the case and he did sleep with him, he could ask for something right? And then in the morning, they would go their separate ways. No grudges or regrets between them. That was fine. He didn't mind if this guy broke him all night long. As long as he could fulfill just one request, he would be fine.

Sosuke only stared at him in disbelief, clearly unsure how to react. When Makoto calmed down, he wiped the rest of his tears and said, "I…I don't want to stop."

Sosuke's eyes widened momentarily.

"But there's one condition," Makoto continued, "Since we will be going our separate ways soon enough, I want you to do something for me."

Sosuke only stared at him, waiting for his request.

"Pretend you're in love with me. You can manage it, can't you?"

"That's…really vague, you know," Sosuke replied, Makoto noticed a faint blush on his cheeks, "H-how do I d-do that?"

Makoto couldn't believe it. He was stammering and blushing. Up to a few moments ago he was a scary alpha male towering over him and now he had no idea how to fulfill the one request he was asking from him. How…adorable. Makoto laughed and stated when the other scowled at him, "Okay, my bad. You could start by turning off the lights."

Sosuke immediately did so. Soon the room was overwhelmed by the darkness. Then there was a silence between them. Makoto then said, "Take off everything."

"Huh?" Sosuke replied.

"We're going to do it anyway," Makoto remarked, "I don't want to be the only one that is naked."

In the darkness, Makoto could see Sosuke pulling down the pajamas he had borrowed from him. Next he pulled down his tight boxers, and Makoto could faintly make out a bulge being released. "Tch…what's up with this request of yours anyway?" Sosuke asked, almost pouting.

Makoto decided to tease him, now the tables had turned and he had the upper hand. "What? Are you scared?" Makoto teased him.

And then, the other man flung himself at the other, trapping him in his embrace. Taken aback, Makoto could only stare into his overpowering gaze. "It's not easy to love someone you don't really love," he stated in a soft voice.

Those words were enough to pierce Makoto's chest. Suddenly, he felt guilty. He felt like the worst human being; as if he were forcing someone to do something horrible. But he had no time to dwell in his thoughts, as Sosuke grabbed his waist and began to pulls down his jeans. "If we're in love," he said, "You'd better be naked with me." His jeans came off and soon, his coal-colored boxers were off as well, his half-limp, half-erect manhood on display for the both to see.

"So," Sosuke broke the silence, "What else do you want me to do?"

But Makoto had no time to answer as the other man grabbed his cock without waiting for a reply. He then began to stroke his erect organ gently, his hand rhythmically moving up and down. Much too soon, Makoto was getting lost in the ecstasy. He had quickly lost the upper hand.

Sensing this, Sosuke leaned on his ear and whispered sensually, "Do you want me to say pretty words? Or do you prefer dirty talk?"

The strokes were too much for Makoto to bear. He could barely breathe, much less talk. Somehow able to recompose himself, Makoto barely replied, "…hah…I…want…loving words…ahh…and…kiss…."

"I see," Sosuke replied with a small grin, "In that case, I want to see you. All of you."

Knowing exactly what he meant, Makoto nodded. He closed his eyes as if it had taken all his energy to say that broken sentence. He slightly leaned back, his weight resting on his arms, and spread out his legs more. In the darkness, Makoto could barely make out a hand jerking him off. He could feel his own liquid oozing out his dick. Feeling ashamed, he managed to gasp out, "I'm…ngh…so…rry…."

Sosuke kept jerking him off, gradually increasing the intensity of his strokes. "Why are you apologizing?" He asked, "Is it because of this?"

He suddenly stopped and held out his hand which was slightly covered in Makoto's pre-cum. And yet, Makoto didn't want him to stop. "Please…don't….st…" Makoto didn't even have to finish for Sosuke to get the hint. And yet… "Oh? Don't want me to stop?" He remarked in a teasing tone, "But what about me? What do I get in return?"

In the darkness, Makoto could see his grin. But he didn't care. He launched his arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. He pulled his face closer, unleashing his own tongue inside his mouth, feeling every inch of it. As he pulled out his tongue, he gently tugged at his lower lip with his teeth and replied, "You can….have…my love…." In truth, he didn't know what he was saying. He was probably delusional. He wasn't thinking straight. After all, he only wanted to feel loved at least just this once. In that instant, Sosuke brought his face closer and the two kissed again, passionately, ardently, as if their faces could melt from just this. Instinctively, Sosuke intensified the force in his strokes, rapidly bringing the other man to a climax.

In the midst of their intense acts, Makoto began to sway, as if feeling lightheaded. He broke the kiss in order to breathe. Sosuke, not wanting to stop the contact between them, lipped his chin and his jaw. Then he licked the drool that trailed down his chin. Makoto gasped and cried out, "Yama…zaki…san…I…my…lim…."

Sosuke only urged him to climax and whispered sensually once again, "Remember…I'm Sosuke…you're Makoto…."

"Ah…ngh…yes…" Makoto said with a gentle, weary smile, "Sosuke….ack!"

Sosuke pulled harder and faster. He closed his eyes shut as he saw his own cock rising. Makoto grit his teeth and attempted to control his voice, until he came to a climax, the white, oozing liquid landing on Sosuke's bare stomach.

"…ah…hah…so…sorry…." Makoto said apologetically, but was abruptly cut off by the other as he pushed him down with a kiss.

Makoto lay prostrate, his arms sprawled above him as Sosuke kissed him intently. His body rested above his, the stickiness on his stomach rubbing on his. Unsure where else to put them, Makoto flailed them until they found Sosuke's neck and rested there. Sosuke's hand desperately searched something to grab. It found Makoto's thigh and Sosuke allowed his hand to caress it. His firm had travelled up his thigh until it found his soft buttock, which he squeezed firmly.

"Mn…" Makoto moaned between kisses, "Sosu…ke…?"

But it was as if he had lost him to the ecstasy, because Sosuke bit at his lips and his chin and his Adam's apple, as if devouring him were enough to satisfy his desire.

"Can we…under…the…covers?" Makoto pleaded gently, enticingly.

Sosuke momentarily rolled his eyes, but his sexual and sweet voice was enough to make him comply. It would probably be a little harder this way, but not that much. However, he felt hotter now. The tucked themselves under the covers, pulling them off loose enough for Sosuke to be able to move. They continued where they left off, making out to their heart's content, until Sosuke spoke up and asked, "Do you…have any lube…?"

It took a moment for Makoto to catch his breath again and replied, "…no…."

"Huh?" Sosuke asked dumbfounded, "But…why would you….?"

Makoto covered his eyes momentarily and chuckled. "I," He began, "don't have sex frequently. You're the first person I've brought to my own house. Normally I just go to love hotels or something."

"I see," Sosuke replied, "but…it might be harder on you, though."

Makoto chuckled again, looking as if this pain was nothing compared to other pains. "Sosuke," He said, "I…want you…soon."

Understanding what he meant, Sosuke leaned in for another kiss, albeit this was softer, gentler. Makoto almost believed for a second that this man truly did love him.

After Sosuke pulled away, he momentarily pulled off the covers, revealing a naked Makoto which he had not bothered to admire from such closeness. Already was the emerald-eyed boy clutching at the blanket beneath him, readying himself for what came next. Sosuke didn't hesitate to open his legs widely, revealing all of him.

"Are you ready?" Sosuke asked concerned. Makoto simply nodded, closing his eyes.

Sosuke, not wanting him to feel so tense, attempted to relax him. He brought his finger closer to his asshole, tracing over it but not directly touching it, leaving the sensation of his finger. As expected, Makoto squirmed lightly, impatiently, wanting more of him. Sosuke continued the same treatment, until finally, he finally touched his narrow hole and dug his finger inside him.

"Ah!" Makoto gasped loudly, covering his mouth soon after, "it…hurt…s…."

But Sosuke didn't say anything. He merely fingered the other man, stretching out his insides little by little, so he wouldn't be so hurt when he finally took him in. He rubbed inside his tight hole, feeling the other man squirm painfully but gradually feeling him relax under his touch. He brought in another finger and continued the same process.

"Ah…hah…So…suke…hurts…." Makoto said, hand over mouth and tears threatening to spill.

"Let your voice out, you'll feel better," Sosuke replied, stretching out his asshole as much as he could.

"Ah…hah…hah…." Makoto's sighs became tamer and less painful. His body was finally getting used to it.

Sosuke promptly took out his fingers and Makoto finally decided to look at him. Sosuke grinned down at him and brought the fingers to his mouth, licking them off enticingly. Makoto stated embarrassed, "Sosuke…you don't have to do that!"

But Sosuke only replied, "Why not? Because it came from you?"

"Uh…" Makoto began.

"That doesn't matter," he continued, "I may not be able to love you properly like you want me to. But I do know that part of loving someone is accepting them, even if they think a part of them is disgusting."

Makoto wasn't sure why, but he thought that—in the darkness—he could sense the sadness oozing out of those words. Completely speechless and overcome by his wisdom, Makoto nearly gasped in surprise as Sosuke pulled the covers over them once more and whispered, "I'm not stopping, are you ready?"

Makoto gripped the sheets tightly and nodded. To his surprise, Sosuke searched for his fingers and intertwined them with his. The feeling was reassuring. He felt ready for anything. Makoto felt his legs widen as Sosuke pushed his erect cock inside him. It was still as painful as he had anticipated. Makoto cried out, his clutch tightening and his face twisting to a grimace. "Ah!" He cried out.

"Are you okay? Does it hurt?" Sosuke asked. He remained there for a while, allowing Makoto to get used to it.

"I'm fine…" Makoto replied, "…but…."

For some reason, he still had one more doubt. Wasn't he…straight? It was a pointless doubt. It wasn't like he had a right to know. But in the end he asked anyway, "Sosuke...the person you were talking to...wasn't that your…?"

Sosuke paused momentarily and responded, "That was my ex-boyfriend."

So that was how it was. His ex-boyfriend. Without a warning, Sosuke began to move, thrusting deep inside Makoto, trying not to wreck him but wrecking him anyway. Makoto futilely tried to keep his voice down, but it wasn't enough. He was still loud. But it was painful, it couldn't be helped.

But in the midst on his thrusts and passion, Makoto blurted out almost unconsciously, "…Why….ch…ose…me…?"

At that Sosuke slowed his thrusts to a halt. "What?" He asked.

This time, Makoto was able to say properly, "Why…did you…choose me?"

At that, Sosuke didn't say anything. He merely stared at him, his eyes weren't angry or annoyed. They reflected something more intimate. Sorrow. They stared deep into his with the equal sorrow that Makoto felt. Makoto could recognize that sight anywhere. He saw it in himself every morning in the mirror before leaving to fulfill his responsibilities. This was the kind of sight that the two could understand. There was no denying that. Finally, the other man cleared his throat and replied to his question.

"Because you're like me."

Makoto pushed away the covers. He couldn't stand these thoughts anymore! He couldn't stand that memory. Why? Why of all times, did he summon that memory? The first time they had sex together. Why was he remembering this now?! And then he realized. That one night stand…predicted the whole outcome of this relationship didn't it?

At that time, there was no love. Simply sex. Sosuke wasn't in love with him. The truth was he probably wasn't in love with him even now. Yes, that made sense. He got up from bed, his body quickly enveloped by the cold. He wasn't back yet, was he?

Would he ever be back? Makoto knew that he would. Sosuke wasn't the kind of man to break his promises or leave anyone in the dark. But he also knew he was the kind of man that could fulfill his promises while being completely detached. If that was the case, how much of what he ever said or felt for him was true?

How much of his love still belonged to Rin? Makoto didn't want to think about this anymore. He knew that his heart belonged to Rin, but he couldn't accept that anymore. He felt disgusted with himself for thinking like this. But he was at his limit.

Makoto glanced at the alarm clock and, unable to help himself, yanked it out erratically. The neon numbers remained frozen against the screen of the broken alarm. The time read 2:42 am.

He was sick of time. He was tired of waiting. He was done. He turned on the light and frantically opened the closet, where he pulled out a large suitcase and began to pull out the clothing out of the closet where he and Sosuke learned to share. Just like everything. Their home, their bed, the bath, their time, their emotions.

But was that also a lie? Everything they shared together…was that also a lie?

Makoto hesitated and pondered the question. If the memory of Haru was enough to make him fall apart, and if the sight of Rin was enough to make Sosuke run after him then...their feelings were nothing but a lie. It was the reality. On those terms, Makoto kept pulling out his clothes out of the closet. The memories came back in waves as he pulled every shirt and every article of clothing from the hangers.

In the midst of his frantic actions, he heard a distinct sound in the silence. It was a door opening. As Makoto held his shirt, he began to feel a little ridiculous. Suddenly, the door to the bedroom opened.

A large body stepped inside, Makoto recognized him right away. It was Sosuke. Sosuke didn't have time to ponder what he was doing. He merely stared at him and said gently as he walked closer to him, "Makoto, what are you doing?"

But Makoto did something he never thought he would do. "Don't come any closer!" He snapped back at him, taking a step back from the man he thought he knew.

End of Part One: Unrequited Love