"You are all dismissed. Leave the Salon. Tomorrow is a day off." Makoto said, not looking up from his papers. The group of worker stared at him before they all ran out the Salon, not bothering to second guess their master. As the last servant, Haru, left with Saori and Ukyo, a have sigh escape Makoto's lips.

Finally peace and quiet.

Nope.

He knew well Kinshiro was waiting outside for everyone to leave before entering, or "breaking in" to his office. They were in a relationship, and yet Makoto couldn't help but get angry when ever Kinshiro was around. That green haired whatever he was called made him feel submassive. Weak, unpowerful...yet, it felt good.

"Still working, Makoto?" Kinshiro's voice called from the door. Makoto didn't look up, knowing the sexy smile that rested on the other's lips. He kept writing, making sure to finish everything before looking up. His eyes were surly glazed with passion and admiration with out even having to look up. "What's wrong? Giving me the silent treatment or do you want me to just go for it?" Hands suddenly touched his chest.

The blue haired male froze as Kinshiro's warm hands trailed up his chest, opening his kimono.

"I'm working as you can see. Not stop touching me and let me finish!" The hands retreated slightly, only to come back with Kinshiro's hot breath

"No."

"Let me go!" Makoto turned around and pushed the green haired male away, growling at him harshly. The two, slightly wrestling, managed to fall to floor—Kinshiro towering Makoto.

The green haired male leaned down to place his lips over the blue haired male underneath him. Red covered Makoto's cheeks. Honestly, Kinshiro was a child.

"You had your fun, now get off!"

"I love it when your under neath me, Makoto." Kinshiro whispered in his ear, "It makes you look so cute."

Kinshiro's hands reached into Makoto's kimono, pulling it off his shoulders and leaving butterfly kisses down his neck. The male shuddered. The feeling was both annoying and nice, with the addition of his hands roaming his chest as if it were some foreign feelings.

"S-stop." Makoto slightly glared at him, but couldn't keep it. Kinshiro was better at him then this, having a girlfriend in the past must have helped.

"No, you and I are going to have some fun. I want to see that cute expression of yours, Makoto." A smirk pulled on Kinshiro's lips as his face grew closer to Makoto's. Their lips brushed together in a heated kiss as Makoto's body began to go against him.

Kinshiro took his clothes off, throwing them to the side as his fingers roamed down, one pinching his nipple while the other touched his member. Makoto tried to break out of his grasp. Kinshiro had already made him weak, there was no way he would be able to fight against the urge filling his body.

"Ki...Kinshiro...Hurry up..."

"Nope~" The word came out like a note to the green haired male as he finished what he had been doing, painfully slow. Makoto could feel him reached the edge quickly, just from a slight rub of Kinshiro's fingers. "I want to see how far I can take you like this~"

"Bastard..."

"I love you too, Ma~ko~to~"

His name being purred out for Kinshiro mouth sounded wonderful, yet he wanted just throw up. This was going painfully slow, in any normal case, Kinshiro would be fucking him senseless on the floor—where they were right now—causing his voice to echo through the empty halls of the salon. Not that it mattered, no one heard them.

"P-Please..." Makoto begged, trying to moan as the hand jacking him off moved in carful, blissful motions. His breathing became heavy as the hand moved fast, Kinshiro's lips attacking his upper body.

The very reason, they both knew, this had started was because they hated each other. Yet, that feeling was slowly and surely replaced by love.

"Kinshiro...I love you." The blue haired male's finger ran trough the lose tied green hair belonging to his partner. A heated kissed formed between their lips.

"I'm glad you return my feelings."