A/N-- Ok, this is a lemony chapter, just to let everyone know ahead of time! Anyway, I hope everyone who reads enjoys!

Eiri reared up over Shuichi, focusing on his violet eyes, now a storm cloud purple, filled with lust and wanting. Soft fingertips ran down his chest, encircling his nipples, making him close his eyes and moan softly. Only here, alone in a almost dark room with Shuichi, could he show any emotion.

He knew how ironic it was.

After what had happened with Yuki, Eiri had been sure that being intimate with anyone, man or woman, would send him into a full fledged panic. Yet, being here with Shuichi, he felt calm and safe.

He leaned down, capturing the younger man's lips in a searing kiss. He moved against Shuichi's welcoming body, submerging himself in the warmth, and making Shuichi cry out in abandon.

Yet something was wrong. The call from Touma had Shuichi out of sorts, and Eiri wanted to know why. He didn't have to ask who had called, because talking to Touma always left Shuichi a little shaken, no matter how benign the conversation. But this time was different, and Eiri wanted to know why.

Pulling his hips back, he thrust roughly into his lover. Shuichi cried out at the movement, his body not used to pain. Yet, when he looked up, he knew why Eiri was being other than his gentle self.

He wanted to know what Touma had told him.

Crying out at another rough thrust, he clenched his eyes shut, willing away the tears. He'd never tell Eiri anything that would hurt him, and he knew that if Eiri ever found out that Yuki was alive… Well, keeping a secret like that from someone like Eiri would mean the end of everything if he should ever find out.

Eiri reached down, grabbing Shuichi's throbbing erection and stroking it in time with his thrusts. He wanted Shuichi to break, to sob out in pleasure what Touma had told him, but Shuichi bit his tongue, only whimpering at the pain of keeping quiet, as well as the pain Eiri was inflicting on him. He reached his release quickly, and couldn't help but open his mouth and cry out Eiri's name as his seed spilled over Eiri's hand. Eiri looked down at his young lover and was undone, his own orgasm flooding over him. He only tossed his head back, eyes shut to block out the light. At that moment, he could have been anyone, and the man below him could have just be another easy lay.

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At the same moment, Yuki was staring out at the ceiling of his hotel room. He had enough money stashed away in a bank account under a false name to keep him comfortable for a couple of months. By then, he'd be exactly where he wanted to be. With Eiri…

At the thought of the young boy, he felt his body stir. Almost unconsciously, he reached down, under the covers, and grasped himself, stroking roughly. It only took a couple of minutes before he came as well, moaning out Eiri's name.

It was only a matter of time until Eiri was his.