Kekkaishi is owned by Yellow Tanabe not me. -_-

I apologize in advance if the characters seem OOC and the plot seems weird.

Yoshimori gulped as he saw Masamori stand silently in front of him. His face stony while his eyes held a fire that Yoshimori had never seen in Masamori's eyes. Neither of the males noticed Sumiko quietly leave the room, a small smirk on her elegant face.

Kara what do I do? He knows! What if he's disgusted by me because I'm a guy? Did he hear all of the conversation. Oh Kami! Kara why aren't you answering?

As Yoshimori panicked internally Masamori studied the boy, no man that he had thought as his brother. He was taking in how much Yoshimori had grown since he had left the Sumimura house. Where once Yoshimori had been short and slender, he was slightly above average with a layer of sleek muscle that was emphasized by the tight emerald green shirt and black skinny jeans that he had worn to the club. Masamori felt a growl building up in his throat at the thought of other men ogling his Yoshi. Where is this "my Yoshi" and growling coming from. It's not like I'm in love with him or he belongs to me. Masamori froze as he realized that what he was feeling for Yoshimori was more than even an overprotective big brother should be feeling. But he isn't my little brother is he. A part of Masamori that he did not think he possessed was ecstatic at the fact that his mother, no Sumiko, had revealed to both of them. She must have known that I was outside at the window. She is too strong to not have sensed my power no matter how suppressed it might have been. And she probably already knew where Yoshi was because she couldn't have arrived at the same time as me if she was following me. Did she plan this in order for me to be here?

Masamori broke out of his thoughts when he noticed Yoshi making a run for the door. He dashed to the door and slammed the partially open door and trapped Yoshi against it.

Yoshi had tried to escape while Masamori was apparently lost in thought, but he didn't take into account that Masamori was faster than him. Now he was being held between the door and Masamori. He tried to resist the urge to inhale the wonderfully dark musk that seemed to ooze from the man in front of him but Masamori was so close. His eyes fluttered as the subtle, enticing aroma of Masamori seeped into his soul creating a slow burn in the center of his body. Yoshimori didn't even realize that he had lent forward into Masamori, nearly burying his face into the black form-fitting shirt that covered a hard, muscled chest covered by scars marking many battles.

Masamori didn't know how to react to the smaller male leaning into him and sniffing his chest. When he heard Yoshimori give a faint moan that was barely audible, Masamori's control snapped. He lunged down and grabbed Yoshimori's perfect, pale pink lips with his own.

Yoshimori was faintly aware that he had made a sound, but his eyes grew when his brothers thin, warm lips covered his in a kiss that erased all thoughts from his mind. His eyes fluttered shut as he sank into the sensation that he had dreamed of for so long. He broke out of his pleasured daze when big, strong hands harshly pushed him away. Yoshimori looked up with tears in his eyes at Masamori. I knew he would be disgusted with me. I can't believe I ever thought we would ever love me.

Masamori looked down at the flushed face of Yoshi and his slightly swollen lips. He panicked a little when he saw the tears in Yoshi's beautiful brown eyes. He gently wiped them away and pulled him into a small hug. At first Yoshimori's arms were limp but then they clutched Masamori's waist tightly.

"Yoshi I'm sorry."

Yoshi startled at these words, a hurt look appearing on his expressive face. Masamori shook his head.

"I'm not sorry that I kissed you. I'm sorry for never realizing that I was hurting you by not realizing your love."

Yoshimori, while ecstatic on the inside, mumbled softly, "It's okay."

"It's not okay Yoshi. I was always attracted to you but I thought that you would never love me as more than a brother. I knew that no one would accept us, especially since you became the heir of the Sumimura family. So I left to get away from the temptation of taking you as mine, and buried all of my feelings beneath layers of denial. Eventually I forgot I even had those feelings for you."

Yoshimori's heart thudded rapidly against his chest. The idea that the man he had loved since he was a child had loved him, or at least lusted after him, for nearly as long. A giant smile grew on his face, his eyes brightening into a crystalline state that sparkled in the living rooms dim light. Masamori felt a warm elation at creating that beautiful look on his beloved's face.

They spent the rest of the night reacquainting themselves with what they had missed in each others life for the last four years and all the years that they had been apart from each other. Neither noticed the faint glow emanating from Yoshimori.

*Within Yoshimori, Kara smiled a tiny cheshire grin; her plan could now begin.