A/N: I'm back with more. Hotaka's defensive self was melted away and he slept with Tamaki once again during the heat of the moment.

And as funny as this might sound to you readers, I was really struggling to write the sex scene. Usually when I try I always put so much dialogue into it, and I feel I am not very good at playing it out with descriptive words either. . . XD Felt like updating a little sooner than usual. But I won't be able to do this again I think, since I'm finding myself not really thinking of writing this these past few days. My mind is like filled with fog...I just need to let it clear up a little.

This is gonna be pretty short. Don't have the heart to make it long, and whether I continue this will depend on my mood. It may be the next day I pop out another chappy, or it could be months from now.

Written in narrator's (that's me :D) POV. Read at your own leisure. THIS IS YAOI, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. Thank you.

Made For Two - Twice Isn't A Bad Thing
By: LadyYuina

Hotaka must have been out of his mind because he opened the bathroom door after a long while. Tamaki, whom was leaning against the other side, fell backward and up against his legs. Tamaki looked up and smiled sheepishly when he noticed the strange glare on Hotaka's face.

"What? I was waiting up on you, you know?" he said rather defensively.

Hotaka didn't say a single word and made his way towards his futon, opting to lay down and perhaps get some sleep. However, Tamaki saw this as his chance and he wasn't going to let up if it meant he was going to get laid.

"Hey, Hotaka, you all right?" He approached him and kneeled down, resting a hand lightly on his shoulder. "Want me to make you feel better?"

"Just shut up and do it then," Hotaka snapped, turning to face the now wide-eyed man. "You better do it now before I change my mind."

Tamaki smiled. "Yes, Sir!"

For a split second the short-haired man grit his teeth, trying to mentally prepare himself for what was to come. The rape prior to this now becoming engagement was still so very fresh in his mind, and he knew all too well how things were going to turn out. More than anything, this was going to be a sorely bad mistake he will probably regret later, but just this once he would let a gay man embrace him with no serious resistance. Atsuko no longer wanted him . . . In some instances, he perhaps did not want himself either.

It was only within a matter of seconds and Tamaki was kissing him, hard. Hotaka could feel his head being pushed back against his pillow with great force. It now made him wonder if Tamaki had been holding out all this while.

"S-" Hotaka struggled to speak. It was only possible when the other man pulled away. "Slow down!"

"Hehe, sorry. You got me all excited when you said I could do it. Here," he led Hotaka's hand down to his crotch - the dark-eyed youth gasped, "can't you see I am as horny as a rutting animal? You, on the other hand, are completely flaccid. Makes me kind of sad to see you forcing yourself."

"I am not! Hurry the hell up and fuck me, then!"

"I thought you told me to slow down just a moment ago," Tamaki said, laughing.

Hotaka flushed, remembering his own words as well. He, indeed, did say that.

"Well, whatever. Just get on with it."

"As you wish, Princess."

Both men undressed in silence and by the time they were done Hotaka was about to reconsider his decision. But if he was a capable man, then by all means he should finish what he first insisted upon. It wouldn't be fair to Tamaki, yet being fair to the other man was the least bit of his worries at the moment. For now all he needed to do was to think of himself as unwanted - something easily discarded.

"You nervous?" Tamaki asked, voice an octave lower than before. Hotaka wanted to say something but instead found himself nodding. "Heh, don't be. I'll guide you through the whole process. Now I want you to lie down on your back."

Hotaka did as instructed and at the same thing was saying, "this is going to be just as painful as last time, won't it?"

"There is never a time when it doesn't hurt. We're not females with semi-self lubing and our holes back down there doesn't stretch as wide either. Women would be absolutely useless if it weren't for their invaluable way of reproducing us human beings. Or I could say aliens as well."

"Huh?"

"Haha, it's nothing. All right, here I go."

He leaned down and locked lips with the other man, tentatively prying his tightly sealed lips open. Hotaka responded quite quickly, but froze mid-way when he felt a hand snaking down his chest all the way down to his hips. He tried to pull away to protest, but Tamaki wasn't letting him.

When they finally did pull away from one another, Tamaki had a playful smirk set in place. "I'm going to let you come first, if you don't mind. Hell, I'll let you come again while I am fucking you."

" . . . you don't have to be so blunt about it!" Hotaka nearly stammered.

"You were the one who tensed up just now, so I thought I'd give you a heads up for what I plan on doing."

"B-by the way . . . How's your arm?"

"It's doing all right. As long as I don't apply pressure onto my bruise, it doesn't hurt."

Tamaki then grabbed hold of Hotaka's cock and began to stroke it. And while doing that Tamaki also began to toy with a nipple. The expressions on the younger man's face was amusing to watch, seeing as he was trying to hide the fact that he was beginning to enjoy the ministrations. It took no more than a minute before Hotaka released his seed - having not had sex in a while himself, he couldn't last very long.

He laid there breathing heavily when he noticed the subtle shift in weight and position. If he wasn't mistaken he could feel his legs being raised up and over Tamaki's shoulders. A deafening sound must have escaped his lips, because Tamaki was talking again.

"Geeze, you don't have to shout out like that. I'll have you know I'm not raping you this time; it's more consensual than anything else."

In a pathetic whimper Hotaka choked out, "it's going to hurt."

"Yes, it is. I have lube to make it easier on you though."

Hotaka would have asked how he even had some with him, yet now wasn't the time because a cool wet finger buried itself inside him. His automatic response was to try and curl away, if only to take out the unwanted (quite unpleasant) intrusion. Somehow a hand was on his shoulder and it was squeezing him, holding him down in place. A second finger was then inserted.

"It . . . It fucking hurts, you ass hole!" Hotaka yelped.

"Stop tightening your muscles and relax. You're only making it hurt more than necessary."

And then . . . In a flurry of panic Hotaka reached up with his hands, shoving Tamaki away from him. In the end he just couldn't do this, could he?

"Hotaka, you bastard!" Tamaki wasn't letting up. He roughly pushed the smaller man back down, staring at him intently. "You don't need to react so crazily! It hurts at first, but trust me you'll feel a bit better as we go on, understand!"

"We sh--"

"You shut the hell up! You are the one who enticed me to go on ahead with this, so you trying to back out is out of the question! Do you want me to rape you again like last time!"

Hotaka found he couldn't look at the long-haired man straight in the eyes. He turned his head to the side, focusing on his long strands of light-colored hair brushing down along his neck and shoulders. He was going to say the words he dreaded to say this time.

"I'm sorry."

Without much further ado, Tamaki went ahead and entered him, not caring whether he had fully prepared Hotaka or not.

Twice Isn't A Bad Thing: END

Another A/N: Oh my god, this sex scene is horrible! Not what a M-rated one should be like, but I'm thinking this is probably too much for a T-rated one as well! (At least to me). LoL I will try to do better the next time around! XD