A/N: No one to blame here but me T.T Curse me and my short attention span! But since I am just a bit shallow, I'd like to say that the delay of this thing is partially due to the series 'NANA' and its freaking sweet awesomeness.

I feel better about myself now :D

PS, Anyone notice that the last three chapter titles have been Nickelback songs? I didn't even notice until I went back to reread LOL

I loves me some Nickleback...

Disclaimer: Now for some impressions! This is me, not owning Gravitation or its characters!

(Absolutely nothing changes)

Here we go!

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A small hum came from Hiro as his eyes fluttered open. The bright light of the sun made him squint, so he brought a hand up to rub his eyes. He tried opening his eyes again, this time having a much easier time, though everything still looked a little blurry.

"Return to the guise you were meant to be in! Clow card!" exclaimed a voice. Hiro turned his head to see that the T.V. was still on, now tuned into some kids anime.

"We must've fallen asleep." He thought aloud.

Something beneath him exhaled slowly, and it was only then that Hiro realized that he was still lying on K's chest, caught in the older man's embrace. His arms were still wrapped around his body, keeping him warmer than the blanket that was draped over them was. He looked up carefully as not to disturb his sleeping partner.

He was still sleeping.

Hiro smiled and went back to resting his head on the American. He could hear the beat of K's heart keeping an even pace. It was such a pretty sound, and the feeling of being this close to the man made him feel wonderful. Who would've thought that he'd be happy about being in a position like this with K? Hell, not too long ago, the man wasn't even that big a part of his thoughts.

'And now look what he's done to me,' Hiro thought fondly.

Hiro gently pulled himself closer to his lover's face, and pushed some hair back behind his ear. He leaned down and softly touched his lips to K's, savoring the feeling. He knew it wouldn't take long to get a reaction from him. Even though it was merely a passing observation, Hiro was truly surprised that after less than a day how much more comfortable he was with showing affection to his partner.

A few seconds in, Hiro felt a hand gingerly touch the back of his head and push him into him kiss a little more. Hiro wanted to laugh; it was just like the first time they'd kissed back at the hospital.

"Good morning," he said when he pulled away.

"I agree," K replied. Looking a great deal like a cat, K stretched his arms behind him, arching his back, and in turn lifting Hiro into the air for a moment as well. The pillows below them shifted along with the older man, and one even chose to fall to the ground.

"Did you sleep well?" K asked.

"I did for the most part," He replied. He rolled his shoulder in its socket, trying to work out the small kink that had nested there, "I'm not used to sleeping on couches, so I'm just a little sore."

"You should have told me that," K said, resting his hand on the younger man's head, "You fell asleep first. If I'd known you'd wake up sore, I would have brought you upstairs."

"It wouldn't have mattered," Hiro replied. He raised his hand and removed K's from his scalp. "I slept fine."

K smirked. "That wouldn't have anything to do with me, would it?"

The hint of seductiveness in K's tone made Hiro blush faster than a girl in a Heath Ledger movie. He wanted to bury his face behind something, but there was nothing around that would do the job. Hiro decided that folding his arms and looking away would suffice.

The blond howled with laughter and sat up on his elbows. "Hey," he called. Gently, K reached up and turned Hiro's head in his direction, "Have I ever told you that I love you?"

Hiro had to process K's words for a moment; he wasn't used to hearing English so early in the morning. "I love you? You mean 'I love you'?" he repeated.

"That's the one." K smiled.

Hiro slowly lay himself down again on top of K's chest. "I think you might have mentioned it as I was falling asleep."

"Did I now?"

Hiro nodded against him, "Yep," he said, "I was lying down just like this."

The blond hummed a little, "And then what happened?" he asked. K put a hand on his back, easily making his way up.

Catching onto K's playful game, Hiro continued. "I was starting to fall asleep; I wasn't even interested in what we were watching anymore. I was too busy focusing on keeping my eyes open."

"Mmhmm," K said in agreement, "Go on."

K's hand had made its way to the middle of Hiro's back. "I remember an explosion on the screen before I finally gave up and closed my eyes."

"Ah yes, it's starting to come back to me now," K said. The conversation had become a whisper, like something between two thieves in the night. With a softened state of mind, K managed to snuggle a little closer to the guitarist, bringing Hiro's head under his chin. "I brought you close to me like this, and I put my mouth by your ear."

The butterflies had returned to Hiro's tummy with a vengeance as he placed a hand over his belly button and swallowed a little in excitement. His pulse slowly making its way all over his body, Hiro listened intently to K's now almost silent voice.

"And as you started to go limp in my arms, I whispered…"

The American's hand had halted at the back of Hiro's skull, making the guitarist lift his head to meet his gaze at a very close range. He leaned in closer to Hiro and gently grazed the younger man's cheek with his lips.

"Whispered what?" Hiro coaxed.

K smirked, "I whispered… 'What do you want for breakfast?'"

Hiro frowned and pulled back, raising an eyebrow, "That's funny, I don't remember that part."

K laughed and played with Hiro's red locks, "Just curious," K replied dreamily, "I figured since you haven't been eating much, you'd want something."

Annoyed, Hiro nodded and shifted himself into a wedge between K's body and the sofa, allowing the man access to get up. He had been warped by their playful flashback, and felt cheated that he didn't get the ending he wanted. He was actually excited thinking about K telling him he loved him again.

Despite what he thought, Hiro's expression didn't go unnoticed by the American, and was surprised when he planted a surprise kiss on his cheek. "I love you," he whispered into Hiro's ear as he had the previous night. Hiro wasn't sure if he was more surprised by the tingling sensation he got when K told him he loved him, or by the fact that K figured out the problem so quickly.

"So what can I make you?" K asked again. He finally stood up from the sofa and placed his hands on his hips. Spreading his legs shoulder width apart, he used this stance to keep his balance as he leaned back to crack his spine. "What are you in the mood for?"

Even as his stomach growled, Hiro wasn't so sure that he wanted to eat anything made by the blond. Despite the fact that K had managed to make some instant noodles the previous day, one could hardly count that as cooking. Faced with the idea of actually eating something this man made only made Hiro remember the cooking show incident. For goodness sakes, the man had eaten Shuichi's cooking and survived, even calling it tasty! Who knows what kind of evil creatures had crawled their way out of this kitchen!

"No preference then?" K clarified, "Alright, my choice!"

Hiro's eyes widened as K scampered away and into the dreaded room, off to make some sort of concoction that he'd be able to call breakfast.

The blond returned a short while later with two plates, each with one steaming hot pancake on each. They each had a small cup of syrup on the side along with a fork and knife. He gently handed it to Hiroshi, sitting next to him on the couch. The TV hadn't been shut off yet, so it was now playing yet another kids' show called Let's Play in English.

Hiro took a moment to stare down at his plate. He took a whiff of the air and was surprised by the fact that it actually smelled…edible! Hell, he'd even go as far to say it smelled good!

"Are you going to eat it, or are you going to look at it?" K laughed.

Hiro's head snapped over to look at K, then back down at the plate. "Right…" he said from a distance. With caution, he picked up the utensils and cut himself a piece of the food in front of him. A tiny triangle sat at the end of Hiro's fork, and slowly, it made its way into his mouth.

There was a short pause.

"…Hiro? Are you alright?" asked K.

"HOLY CRAP!" The guitarist exclaimed. He ripped the fork from his mouth and slammed it back onto the plate. His attention then shifted to K, who was frozen thanks to the surprise from Hiro's outburst.

The American turned to look at Hiro as well. His lover was currently holding a hand over his mouth and pointing at him with the other. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"YOU CAN COOK!" Hiro screamed.

K laughed awkwardly. "Just because I have a stomach of iron doesn't mean I don't have taste."

"But…but…but…" Hiro was finding it difficult to form a sentence. Since when did the crazy blond know how to make good food?

"But what? Don't look at me like that!" K laughed. He flicked Hiro lightly on the forehead, making him cringe, "I had to learn how to cook when Michael was born. Judy was just starting her acting career and was always out. So when we ran out of baby food, I had to make the kid something. It just so happens breakfast was my specialty."

"I never expected you to be able to cook. I guess you just don't look the part."

K laughed, "We Americans are full of surprises."

"GRASS, GRASS, THIS IS GRASS!!!! GRASS IS GREEN!!! GREEN GRASS!!!!"

Both men turned to the screaming television. An American man with a guitar was pounding the ground with his hands, trying to show a group of Japanese children how to say 'grass' and 'green' in English. They giddily copied the man's actions, beating the ground with their hands and shouting back, "GREEN GRASS! GREEN GRASS!"

The men looked at each other, locking eyes for a moment before bursting out into laughter. They chuckled for a good minute or so, renewing the passion in their giggles each time their eyes met. By the time they started to calm themselves, each was breathing heavily, pushing out the last few laughs.

"Oh God…it's official: I'm leaving you for that man." Hiro laughed, pointing to the television set.

K, who was still trying to calm himself, started up again. "Ha, what?" he chortled, "I finally have you, and after a day you want to drop me for a guy who teaches children to beat the ground like apes?"

"And that grass is green!" Hiro added.

K gawked playfully and reached for both of their plates. He carefully placed them on the floor, being watched carefully by Hiro.

"Hey, I wasn't done with that," he said, referring to his uneaten pancake. He looked at the blond's face, and was silenced by the mischievous look in his eyes. Hiro swallowed hard.

"K…why are you looking at me like that?" he asked cautiously.

Before he knew what was going on, K had Hiroshi pinned under him, in a position of complete defenselessness, just as he had so many other times. His wrists were held level with the middle of his neck by K's hands, and both of their faces were rather close together.

"I should have known," Hiro said, the corner of his mouth twitching a little.

K smirked, "What else did you expect? If you're going to try and leave me, I'll just have to prove my worth to you."

Hiro felt himself blush. "I-it was just a joke! You don't need to prove anything; at least not this early in the morning...or this close to pancakes!"

"Oh really?" K laughed, "So, tonight, when I pin you down again after seven o'clock with no breakfast present, you'll comply? Because if that's all it takes, I'll wait in the bedroom all day, I swear I will."

Hiro had a sinking feeling that K wasn't playing. With so little force it was almost undetected, Hiro tried to move his wrists. He wanted to see how the blond would react to him trying to get free. There was a slight pause before K did something Hiro didn't expect.

He loosened his grip for a moment, but then changed his mind. K tightened his grip again, making it even more powerful than before. Apparently, he meant business, and Hiro wasn't about to faint his way out of this one.

Smirk never faltering, K leaned down and stopped just short of Hiro's lips. The closeness, while not unfamiliar, still had the power to make his insides melt and is brain scramble.

"That's a dirty trick," Hiro breathed, "You know I can't resist you when you do this. It's just like the other day when you had me against the wall."

K hummed a laugh, "That's good to hear. I'm glad you're not completely afraid of your sex drive."

"I'm not afraid of my sex drive!" Hiro protested, "I just-"

K cut him off with a kiss. "If that's true," he said, pulling away, "then show me."

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"Whew, thank God I'm finally here!" Exclaimed a voice outside of Hiro's home. It was the voice of a man, who was not much older than Hiro himself. His short brown hair was a mess, though this style managed to fit him. His eyes were currently covered by a pair of sunglasses. With hands stationed on his hips, this character looked like quite the cool cat.

He examined Hiro's door from top to bottom, grinning as he thought of the surprise that would be on Hiro's face when he found him. "Maybe I should have called him and said I was coming for a visit." He thought briefly. After all, Hiro was never exactly thrilled whenever he came around.

This man simply brushed the thought off. 'He loves it when I come to see him, he just won't admit it,' he concluded. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a loose key that Hiro had given him, saying that it was for emergencies only.

"Ah well," he shrugged, "We'll just say that this counts as one."

The man put his key in the keyhole and unlocked the door. With enough enthusiasm to make Edgar Allen Poe smile, he burst through the door, shouting.

"HEEEY, LITTLE BROTHER!"

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"Alright, I'm done," called K as he entered the room. He was dressed in a new brown button down shirt and jeans, "You can take your shower now if you want."

A mortified Hiro was sitting on the couch, refusing to look at K, or anything else in the room besides the floor. Every once in a while, he'd rub his neck, tenderly caressing the raw spot.

"Hiro, did you hear me?" K asked, sitting next to Hiroshi once again. The guitarist had been spaced out, but as K came close to him, he returned from his daze.

"K, look, I'm really sorry," he said again, for the twentieth time in the last half hour. Hiro's eyes roamed the man's face for a moment before focusing on the band-aid under K's left eye.

The blond laughed and shook his head, "Hiro, don't be! I'm not! I still think it's cute."

Hiro avoided K's gaze again and recalled the incident that took place not that long ago.

"Ah…" Hiro exhaled as K made a trail of kisses from his mouth down his cheek and to his neck. Thanks to K's coaxing, the two men had ended up in a 'trial period', trying to find out just how far was too far. It started with a kiss, which was now progressing and really making the snowball gain momentum as it rolled down hill.

Hiro had wrapped his arms around K's neck, subconsciously pulling him closer. Much to his surprise, Hiro was really enjoying the attention K was giving him. The wonderful sensation each peck brought, each heartbeat that seemed to ring in his ears, all of this was almost too much to handle!

"Hiro," K said lovingly into his skin. Slowly, he brought his head down and lifted Hiro's shirt, exposing the majority of his stomach. Because he wasn't expecting this, Hiroshi lifted his head and gently place K's forehead with his, getting the older man's attention.

"What are you doing?"He asked quietly. He knew damn well what K was doing, but for some reason, the question had popped out of his mouth.

K looked up so that their foreheads were touching. He was still smiling, "I'm trying to take your shirt off of course." He kissed Hiro again, almost like he was bribing him.

Silently, Hiro lifted his arms and let K remove his T-shirt. Almost as soon as he had it off, K started taking off his own shirt. It was going smoothly until he hit the third button, where he continued to fumble.

Turning pink, Hiro reached out and put his hands on K's, moving them away and taking the job into his own hands. Surprised, K had no idea how to react."Hiro…?"

"Let me do it," Hiro said. It sounded more like a question than a statement.

K blinked in realization, and nodded. It felt like an eternity for Hiro, undoing the shirt button by button. Eventually, he finished, and K immediately ripped the rest of it off of his body. He only gave Hiro a few seconds to examine his build before pushing him down again, kissing his now bare chest.

Hiro moaned again, bringing his hands up to grab K's golden hair. Each time his lips made contact with Hiro's skin, it was like a little explosion, sending his head into one tizzy after another.

"Hiro…" K purred again. He brought himself up to kiss him, starting his trail all over again. K made his way from Hiro's lips, to the side of his mouth, back to his neck, where he started to suck roughly. He would nibble and lick one spot over and over again, making Hiro's breathing increasingly labored.

'I can barely think straight,' was one of the only coherent thoughts that managed to pass through his head. 'I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from-'

CHOMP

"OUCH!" Hiro yelled in agony. Without thinking, Hiro shoved his hands under K and pushed the American off of him. His hands then rushed straight up to his neck, where he could feel a new stinging ache. "You bit me! I think you tried to eat me!!" he exclaimed.

"And I think you killed my back…oww…"

Hiro realized that K was now flat on his back on the floor, clearly in pain, yet still managing to smile like an idiot. There was a small coffee table between the sofa and the television with sharp corners, and K had cut his cheek on the edge.

"Holy crap, are you alright?"

K was fine, and so was Hiro. Afterwards though, K was forced to take a shower. When Hiroshi threw him, he'd landed on one of the plates of pancakes, which was covered in sugary goodness. Needless to say, when he finally became vertical again, his back was covered in the stuff.

"I think we should get going," Hiro said in a small voice, "If you want to leave tomorrow, I need to get home and pack."

"Sure," K grinned. Some hair had fallen over the new red mark on Hiro's neck, and K made it his job to move it out of the way so he could see it.

"Why do you keep looking at it?" Hiro asked.

"I don't know," K said, and started twirling a piece of Hiro's hair in his fingers, "I guess it just makes it feel more real. I feel more at peace now than I have in months."

Hiro pushed out a laugh, "There's such a thing as peace for you?"

"It's your fault I'm like this," K countered, "Blame yourself!"

Hiro showed a little smile and stretched his back. "Alright, fine. But let's have the record show that I've done a damn good job."

"Shut up and go get ready," K smiled.

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It was half an hour before they were out the door. With Hiro's leg bothering him still, he took a few pain killers given to him by K. After a quick shower (which he later realized was pointless since he was going to put the same clothes on anyway), Hiro gathered himself and got into the car with K.

"All ready?" the blond asked just as Hiro was putting his bottom on the seat.

"Yep, let's go," Hiro replied.

Even though the ride was a silent one, it was far from a pregnant pause. Sitting the car with them, any person could tell that both men were content just being in each other's company. K was wearing a soothing smile, while Hiro was weighing his chin on his hand, looking out the window.

The redhead had a passing thought about the man sitting next to him: 'I wonder what he's thinking.' He was unaware that K was thinking the same thing.

Fifteen minutes after their departure, they arrived in front of Hiro's apartment building.

"Damnit," Hiro thought out loud, gazing up at the structure. K turned the key, draining the life from the machine just as quickly as it had been given.

"What? Did you forget something?" he asked. Trying to be playful, he reached over and placed a hand on Hiro's shoulder, "Don't worry Hiro, you can't get pregnant from a hickey."

"I will hurt you," Hiro said flatly.

"Naw, you liked it."

"Anyway," Hiro groaned, "I just realized that I've never been out of the country. I don't have suitcase large enough to carry clothes for a whole month."

The blond rolled his eyes, laughing at how little the problem was. For a second K thought it might have been something important. "Why didn't you remember sooner? I have plenty of extra bags back at my place. You wouldn't believe how much crap I had when I first moved to Japan."

Hiro shrugged, "I guess it didn't cross my mind."

Sighing, the blond put the key back in the ignition and brought the vehicle back to life. "Here's what we'll do: I'll go back to my place and get you a suitcase or two, and you go upstairs and start getting your stuff together."

Listening to K was almost like listening to his mother. Still, that seemed to be the best way to get the job done. "That sounds fine to me. So, I'll see you back here in half an hour?"

"You got it."

Reaching over to the handle, Hiro was about to open the door when K grabbed him by the wrist. Confused, he turned his head back to face K, who was trying to convey some sort of message through his facial expression. Hiro wasn't following.

"What?" he asked.

"You forgot something else," K answered as though it was plain as day.

"I did?"

K groaned and rolled his eyes again, "You idiot! You forgot to kiss me goodbye!"

Looking at K's expression now, Hiroshi couldn't help but think it resembled a face that Shuichi used whenever he was upset about something while talking over aim. If memory served him correctly, it looked a little something like this: D: .

Imagining the icon made Hiro giggle, which only made K pout more.

"Hey! I'm serious!" he pushed, "I could get into an accident and then you'll never see me again, and you'll be all: 'OMG I wish I'd given him a kiss goodbye'! I'm saving you from feeling guilty for the rest of your life! I'm not leaving 'till- mmph!"

A quick kiss attack silenced the older man in a second.

"There," Hiro said as pulled away, "now you can go."

Leaving K speechless, he finally pulled the handle and stepped out of the car, onto the pavement. He was walking away when K opened the window and yelled after him:

"You did that just to shut me up! Couldn't you have at least acted like you were my lover?!"

Hiro laughed, "What, and give you ideas? I don't think so!"

"There aren't any ideas that you could give me that I don't already have!" K countered. Pointing his index finger at Hiro and smirking he called: "I'll get you for this later!"

"I'm shaking," Hiro smirked in return.

"Don't worry, you will be."

Content with getting the last word, K rolled up the window, turned around and sped off.

Still smirking, Hiro shook his head as he finally began his trek up the stairs to his apartment, walking past the other doors until he reached the last one, his. Hiro reached into his pocket, groping for the key to the door, running his fingers over the total contents before eventually coming across the desired object. He slipped it out quickly and placed it in the lock, putting his hand on the handle, and started to turn it until he stopped short.

The door was open.

Hiro was frozen in that position for a moment, running through all the possibilities in his head. Had he been robbed? Was there someone waiting for him inside to kill him? Perhaps there was a mob of fans that had found their way in and were waiting to ambush him. Maybe it was…

Before Hiro had the chance to come up with another scenario, he felt the door being pulled from him, and still gripping the handle, he began to fall with it. Too surprised to move, Hiro almost lost his balance, but managed to break his fall with another body that caught him before he dipped too far.

'Oh my God, why did it have to be the killer?' Hiro cried in his mind, 'I'd rather face the fans!'

He cringed into the one who caught him, but it was short lived as he heard the person's voice.

"Hey, little brother, you're finally home!" Yuji said smiling and rubbing Hiro's head with a free hand, "I was wondering where you got to!"

Realizing that it was actually his brother, and not a murderer, Hiro clenched his fists, grabbing Yuji's shirt rather roughly. He raised his head and lifted his brother a few inches of the ground as well.

"What the hell, Yuji?! You almost gave me a heart attack!" Hiro shouted.

"H-Hey! Hiro, put me down! Didn't you miss your big brother?" Yuji begged, putting his hands up in defenselessness.

After a few more seconds of making Yuji endure his soul penetrating glare, Hiro sighed and put his brother down. "Damnit, you're lucky you're related to me or else I'd hurt you for real."

Yuji laughed and thanked his little bro for not maiming him.

Hiro groaned and took a can of soda from the fridge, opening the top and taking a swig. "So Yuji, is there any reason in particular that you're in my house?"

The older male took a seat on the bed, leaning back on his hands. "Yeah, I was hoping I could stay for a few days. I've got an audition coming up in the area and I thought it would be better to stay with you than some hotel."

"And when were you planning on discussing this with me?" Hiro asked.

"Well, I tried calling you, but you left your phone here," Yuji said. He motioned his nose in the direction of the cell that was sitting on the dresser.

'Note to self: never forget that thing again,' Hiro thought.

"Anyway, what do you say, little bro? Can I crash here for a while?"

Hiro was about to force out an annoyed 'yes', but he recalled that it wouldn't matter since he wasn't going to be there for a few weeks because he was leaving for the US.

"Yuji…I'm leaving," Hiro stated, sipping from the can again.

The older brother was more than surprised. "What?!" he exclaimed, "Where are you going?"

Hiro was quiet for a minute, just staring at the can of Coke in his hand. By telling Yuji the truth, he'd have to tell him all about what was going on with him and K. There was no way he wanted to 'come out' to his brother, not yet. If there was any way he could avoid it, he would.

"It's band stuff," he lied, "I'll be gone for a few weeks."

He walked over and took a seat next to Yuji on the bed. The older brother stared at him for a minute before asking another question. "Hiro, are you limping?"

The guitarist stopped breathing. He hadn't even noticed that he was walking abnormally. Trying to come up with an excuse that Yuji wouldn't pry into, Hiro absentmindedly started to rub his neck, drawing attention to the mark K had left on him as proof of Hiro being his. When Yuji got a glimpse of it, his eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly. His attention completely switched from Hiro's walking habits to what he thought was on his neck.

"Hey…Hiro, is that a hickey?" he asked, his voice getting higher with each word in amazement.

Immediately, Hiro cursed himself and tried to cover up the red mark with his hand. "I-I don't know what you're talking about." Suddenly thinking of K, Hiro looked over at the clock. He had no idea when K was coming back, because he didn't know how long ago he'd arrived. For all Hiro knew, K was going to pop in the door any second.

"Move your hand," Yuji said. He reached out and grabbed the hand that was covering the spot he was trying to look at. Hiro tried to stop him, but Yuji was too fast. He removed the obstacle that was blocking his vision and gaped when he saw that the hickey was indeed real.

"Oh my God…" Yuji mouthed. He shoved his face even closer to the mark, trying to take in the reality that his little brother, the one who used to cry whenever a cat came around or would wet the bed, was involved in a sexual situation.

"L-Look, Yuji, I can explain…" Hiro started. He placed his hands on Yuji's shoulders and pushed him back, only to be met with his brother's tight embrace.

"MY BABY BOY IS FINALLY A MAN!" Yuji cried. Literally, he cried.

Hiro huffed and pushed his brother away. "What the hell is wrong with you?! Just because Mom isn't here doesn't mean you have to take her place!" he scolded.

"BUT HIRO!!!" Pouted Yuji, "You…You…OH GOD I'M GONNA BE AN UNCLE!!!"

Hiro gave his brother a firm whack on the head, "I didn't get anyone pregnant you idiot. I haven't even gone 'all the way' yet." Hiro took a moment to place a hand on his neck, "This was just…experimentation."

Yuji blinked a few tears away. "But…I want my babies…"

"Not from me," Hiro shot.

Yuji sighed, "Fine, I can wait. But in all seriousness little brother, who did the dirty deed? Was it that Ayaka chick you were telling me about? She looks way too innocent to do that kind of damage," he said, looking at the mark again.

The redhead kept silent.

"Well, will you at least tell me her name?" Yuji asked.

There was a long pause before Hiro finally gave in. "K," he said.

"'Kei?'" Yuji repeated, "What characters is that written with?" he asked.

"None," Hiro replied, "It's an American name, and K likes to spell it with the English alphabet. As in the letter 'K'"

"Oh," said Yuji in realization, "How long have you been seeing each other?"

Hiro was about to ask to switch the subject when there was rapping at the door. He froze in his seat.

Yuji, who didn't know any better, looked from his baby brother to the loud door. "Hiro?" he asked.

He got no response.

"Alright, fine. I guess I'll answer it," Yuji said, shrugging. "Y'know, that's kinda rude, having your guests open the door for other guests. Shame, little brother."

It was only when Hiro thought a of a smart-ass response to Yuji's comment that he realized that Yuji was about to open the door for K. Though in the back of his head he knew it wouldn't do anything, Hiro reached out and told Yuji to stop, which his brother promptly ignored.

"Why? I'm just getting the door since you're off in Lala Land," he called back, turning the handle and opening the portal.

The next few events happened so quickly that no one really understood what was going on until it was too late. As Yuji opened the door, a large mass of person came at him, pinning him to the ground and capturing him in a passionate kiss. Hiro, who was too busy panicking about Yuji opening the door, didn't really feel the impact of K's mistake until their crash to the floor brought him back to the present. And K, well…the only thing K noticed was that his lover had gotten taller.

Staring for a moment, Hiro shook his head and without thinking yelled at the pair on the floor, "K, WAKE UP!"

"K?!?" yelled Yuji into K's lips.

"Hiro?" K asked, releasing Yuji's mouth to look around for the source of Hiroshi's voice. When he finally saw the guitarist standing by the bed, his face went pale as he slowly looked down to the body below him.

"But I…" he stuttered, "You…I was…"

Hiro blushed and his eyes under a hand. "K, that's my brother, Yuji. Yuji…that's K…my boyfriend."

The two men on the floor, who were both looking at Hiro, turned back to look at each other.

"BROTHER?!?!?"

"BOYFRIEND?!?!?"

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A/N: And the plot thickens! I do so wonder what Yuji will think of K and Hiro's relationship. Though, I'm looking forward more to his reaction to the kiss XD

Anyway, lots o' lovey-dovey stuffs in this piece o' work, so….it's like a WAY belated Valentine's Day thing XD I wanted to have it up by the 14th, but…AH WELL, POINT IS, IT'S UP AND I'M NOT DEAD:D

I know I didn't have anything about Shuichi and Ryuichi in this chapter, but I just wanted to focus on Hiro and K for now (since the story IS supposed to be about them after all).

And uhh…That's all I got! Any mistakes, please alert me, and 10 reviews please! So with that, I'm off :D

Oh, by the way, that "Let's Play in English" scence that was in the chapter earlier...that's a real show, and they actually did that. When my friend showed it to me, I nearly died laughing XD

Lol...CCS reference...XD