AN: In light of the fact that I was so completely rude with my last update, I decided to continue with the whole updating around the month change thing. That's worked for me pretty well in previous chapters, so I've decided to continue it. I believe my brain is slowly coming back to me since the most recent continuation of this story was significantly easier than the last and I would like to thank all of you again who sent me your support through traffic and reviews. So here I have given Chapter 10. Enjoy...

Ratings/Warnings: NC17/Yaoi; language

Pairings: RyōTaku; KeiKen

Disclaimer: I do not own the original.

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Ryōsuke was standing in the doorway of his own bedroom. His wide dark eyes were locked on his bed. The man was starting to break into a sweat and his chest was frozen it seemed. He'd left Takumi after they'd made love for what was probably the fourth time that night to use the bathroom and came back to an utterly unbelievable scene.

He'd seen the younger man standing by the foot of the near side of the bed. Takumi had pulled on his jeans and was facing the wall at the head of the bed. The younger man's lips were moving, but Ryōsuke couldn't hear anything that was being said. When he got close enough, the taller man saw a woman… facing Takumi… talking with him…

Ryōsuke strained his ears trying to make them work, but couldn't hear anything more than muffled tones. It wasn't the same woman from before… it wasn't the woman he'd seen with Takumi at the mall. This woman looked a bit older, probably the same age as Keisuke, and her skin was darker. Her long black hair cascaded uncurled over her shoulders and halfway down her back. She wore a fitted button-down blouse in some mesmerizingly dingy shade of green over a pair of loose-fitting blue jeans that rode low on her hips. The woman's narrow eyes were set close together and gave Ryōsuke a feeling of danger.

The woman could have been Ryōsuke's twin, though she stood at the same height as Takumi. She was a beautiful woman, to be sure, but what was she doing there? How did she get in? What was going on?

"Taku…?"

He tried to call out to his lover. Something was stopping him from speaking. His throat was dry and felt as though someone had stuffed it with sandpaper. He attempted to clear it and tried to call out again.

"Takumi?"

There was no reaction if it worked. The two in his room continued talking. Either they hadn't noticed him yet or they had and were intentionally ignoring him. Both wore the same detached expression as they spoke to one another. Ryōsuke lifted his brow. He was confused about so many things, but mostly the fact that he couldn't hear clearly or speak at all and then…

The woman smiled. Ryōsuke watched as she raised her hand and placed it over his lover's shoulder. She slowly moved it down his arm, her fingertips dusting over Takumi's soft pale skin. The older man stared in confused horror as the tan feminine fingers trailed over the boy's bicep then sank gracefully down to his forearm and lingered. The woman's fingers were tracing intricate patterns over the muscles for a few moments then were lowered again.

She clutched his hand with hers and brought it to her lips. They were full and painted a devilishly bright red. The woman kissed each of his fingertips softly and the corners of her mouth curled into a sinister smile. Her lips parted and she glided in two of the boy's fingers and closed her eyes. She pulled them out to the tips then swallowed them again.

Ryōsuke's eyes shifted to his lover. Takumi's expression hadn't changed but his cheeks were growing redder gradually and the man lowered his eyes. He saw the boy's groin expand through his pants and tried to reach out to him as he called his name.

"Takumi!"

He couldn't move. It was almost as if he'd been sealed in that position in that spot by some supernatural force. The terrified man looked back to the woman avidly sucking on his lover's fingers and struggled to move again. This wasn't happening… it couldn't be happening. Right before his eyes and there was nothing he could do to stop it. Why? Why was Takumi doing this to him?

Ryōsuke started sweating profusely when he saw the boy move. Takumi lifted his hand and placed his palm on the woman's face. His thumb slid over her cheek to the corner of her lips which still held his fingers. He moved his fingers to tuck the thick dark hair behind her ear and combed his hand up the back of her head. Takumi pulled her to him and tilted his head removing his fingers from her mouth.

The boy laid his mouth over the woman's smeared lips and wrapped his arm around her waist. What the hell was he doing? Ryōsuke figured that if Takumi was still mad, that was acceptable and even understandable to a point, but this was just cruel. The woman placed her hands over her own shirt and began releasing the buttons of her blouse. He noticed the two over her breasts were a bit more strained than the rest and his fear filled eyes went back to his lover.

The woman displayed a firm bust of medium size and the pink nipples were already standing erect. She leaned more into Takumi's lips still at hers and enveloped him in her arms pressing their bodies together. Ryōsuke gritted his teeth growling as he watched the perky chest rub up and down his pale lover's. Her hands moved to his hips and glided the pants and underwear to the floor.

Her lips parted from Takumi's and she smiled to his unchanging blank face. She put her hands on his shoulders again and trailed them down his tone chest then to his defined abs and finally his slim pelvis. Those evil feminine fingers encased Takumi's stiff member and began stroking slowly, but the boy's face didn't change.

"Takumi, what is going on?"

Ryōsuke tried to yell again but still to no avail. The woman turned her head to Ryōsuke and smiled devilishly bearing sharp pointed teeth. The demon's eyes flashed red when they locked with the older man's and Ryōsuke couldn't breathe anymore. His body was getting warmer and the moisture was starting to run down his face.

She turned back to the man in front of her and kissed his collar bone. Her hand was still stroking as she started moving her lips down to the boy's chest. Ryōsuke watched as steam rose from the soft pale body every time the woman's lips met the unblemished skin. She kissed down his breastbone and turned her head to Ryōsuke slightly.

The man struggled again and was met once more with the demon's face. She rested her head on Takumi's body and her lips parted wide. A long black tongue emerged from the bottomless abyss of the woman's mouth. The forked tip slithered across the boy's body and flicked his nipple. It danced with the pointed flesh of the boy until his eyes clenched shut.

The woman turned her head back to Takumi's body and the tongue skittered up to his chin. It lapped at the boy's flesh there then moved along his jaw and her lips brushed over his body to his other nipple. She closed her mouth around the second small erection and let her tongue play at the boy's neck through the corner of her lips.

Ryōsuke watched his lover's chest start to heave as the tongue traveled sensually up and down the young neck. The forked end grazed over the shell of Takumi's ear then traced back down along his neck and jaw. The younger man opened his eyes and locked them on the wall. He looked completely vacant to Ryōsuke which was better, he supposed, than the alternative.

The snake-like tongue slithered down along the center of Takumi's body then started drifting to his right side. It was tracing patterns over his flesh and extended slowly. It wrapped around his side leaving a wet line in it's wake then dipped down into the cleft of the boy's ass. If he noticed, he didn't react and Ryōsuke wanted to smile.

The tongue pulled back up and extended further around the slim body encircling it loosely. The woman suckled lightly at the boy's nipple all the while then released it from her mouth. Her eyes shifted again to Ryōsuke frozen in the doorway and she winked. The murderous blood in the older man's arteries boiled to an almost explosive temperature and he struggled again to move.

"You bitch!"

His throat seized up as he screamed and Ryōsuke collapsed to his knees. He felt like he'd been shoved to the floor while someone ripped out his vocal chords. He grabbed his pained neck weakly and looked back to Takumi. His lover… his boyfriend… was standing rigid against this woman's attempt at seduction. Ryōsuke allowed a brief smile to pass his lips.

The woman's hand started stroking the stiff member slightly faster and her lips were slowly being lowered over Takumi. She kissed over his stomach and tightened her tongue around his body just a bit. The forked end traced over the smooth flesh and dipped into the boy's navel then flicked out. It moved lower and started tracing the boy's pelvic bone, her lips still working at his stomach.

She lowered to her knees and Ryōsuke's fist clenched when Takumi combed is fingers through her hair. He knew what that meant. The boy was still staring at the wall and the woman's tongue slowly retracted. There was a wet trail expanding the boy's torso from the long thin tongue when the forked end returned to the woman's lips and her eyes shifted up. Takumi didn't look down to her but Ryōsuke could see him tighten his fist in her hair.

The woman lowered her eyelids and let her tongue expand again. It slowly slithered around the erect penis in her hand looping it several times. When the fork reached the base, it moved down to the package between the boy's legs. The tongue circled the drooping sac multiple times and the woman tensed a bit.

Takumi gritted his teeth as the wet ribbon tightened on his lower region and the tongue retracted in a flash, save for one solitary loop around the head of the younger man's penis. The loop slid back and forth gently, the fork occasionally stretching to prod the little hole at the tip or flick the end.

Ryōsuke ground his teeth together and reached out for his lover. He wanted to rip the woman's cold black heart from her chest and shove it down her throat. He wanted to hold Takumi in his arms and kiss his head as they fell asleep entangled in each other. Why was this happening? He thought they'd gotten past the problem. Had he done something else in the short time since they had made up? What the fuck was going on?!

The woman looked to Ryōsuke, her lips playing at the head of the boy's erection, and smiled again. The older man's eyes narrowed as his teeth continued to grind and there was moisture falling down his cheek. The tears flowed rapidly and massively but he didn't make a sound. The woman's eyes shifted to the floor in front of Ryōsuke briefly then closed again. Her tongue was still working when he tore his eyes away.

There was a small revolver on the floor a few centimeters from his knees. His tears stopped abruptly and he looked back to the scene next to his bed. The woman slid her lips down the length of Takumi's shaft and the boy's eyes clenched again for a split second. As she pulled her lips back to the head, Ryōsuke saw the loop of the tongue sliding back down to the base.

"Ngh…"

Takumi couldn't hold back a soft grunt from the opposing wet circles sliding over his manhood. He opened his eyes and turned to his lover on the floor for the first time. Ryōsuke's eyes were deadlocked on Takumi. They stared at each other for several minutes before Ryōsuke reached for the gun. He was surprised at how light it felt when he held it in his palm then looked to the woman kneeling before his lover.

She was getting into her movements. One of her hands was clenched tight over Takumi's rear end and the other was gently massaging the sac between his legs. Ryōsuke slipped the smooth grip of the revolver into his hand and placed his finger over the trigger. He raised his hand and aimed steadily, pointing the barrel directly at the woman's moving head.

"There is no way you can compare, Ryōsuke-san…," Takumi spoke seriously, "…to any woman in the world."

The small voice sounded far away and the older man's eyes shifted. He held Takumi's gaze for several more minutes before his arm began to quiver. His tears started to flow again and he dropped his hand to his side still clutching the gun firmly. He lowered his head and pleaded.

"Why? Why are you doing this to me? I love you, Takumi. You might never truly know how sorry I am for hurting you the way I did, but I am. I would do anything for you to be happy. Please… how can I make this up to you? What do you want me to do?"

The man lifted his tear soaked face back to his lover's. Takumi's eyes were still trained on him and there was still no sign of life on his face. The boy's orbs shifted briefly to the revolver and Ryōsuke followed suit. His eyes widened when they met the younger man's again. Takumi wanted him to… Then there really was no way for him to completely fix this.

Ryōsuke lifted his hand again and placed the barrel at his temple, his gaze still monopolized by his lover. Takumi gave him a soft nod and blinked languidly. This was the only way to make it better. Ryōsuke had told Takumi several times that he was willing to give up everything for the boy. Now Takumi was calling his bluff.

It wasn't a bluff. Ryōsuke wanted the boy to be happy no matter what… even if it meant taking his own life. If that is what Takumi wanted, Ryōsuke would comply, no questions asked. The two stared at each other for a minute longer. The muzzle was cold against the older man's head and his hand tightened around the grip. His index finger rubbed gently over the trigger and he heaved a sigh. This was it then.

"I'm sorry, Takumi," he whispered.

Ryōsuke extended his arm straight out in front of him and braced his right hand in his left. Takumi's head was centered in the distance of the barrel and Ryōsuke's eyes fell closed. His finger tightened around the trigger and the shot rang out…

Takumi shot up in his bed with wide eyes. He was sweating immensely and panting heavily. His eyes shifted around his room and he flopped back down once he was sure of where he was. The boy draped his arm over his eyes and tried to calm down.

The team had just gotten back from the battle late that morning and Ryōsuke suggested Takumi get a good long restful sleep in his own bed. The boy let his arm fall to the side and used the other to pull up his shirt and mop away the moisture on his face. He regretted now the fact that he hadn't insisted on spending the day at the Takahashi home because at that moment he wanted nothing more than to wrap the taller man in his arms and hold on tight.

It took him a few minutes to calm down to the point where he could even sit up again and when he did, it had taken way too much effort. He climbed off the mattress and padded to the bathroom. He flushed the toilet when he'd finished using it and turned on the sink. As he let the water run a bit, the face in the mirror stared back at him. It seemed to tell him that he might need to see a psychologist.

Who has dreams about demon women giving them oral sex in front of their partner before their partner kills them? Was that normal? Should he tell Ryōsuke? Should he tell anyone? What did it mean? He rinsed off his face, turned off the faucet and headed down the stairs.

In the dream he'd told Ryōsuke that he could never compare to a woman. The thought of actually saying that to the man and meaning it made Takumi want to cry. It wasn't true… It wasn't true at all. Ryōsuke was the greatest thing that had ever happened to him, and to besmirch him with such a harsh lie…

Takumi wanted to kill himself. He stared at the phone trying to calm himself again. He would never say anything even remotely close to something like that... not to Ryōsuke-san or anyone. He wouldn't even think it. There was no truth at all to any part of that stupid sentence. Takumi furrowed his brows trying to regain his senses and lifted the handset from the cradle of the phone.

He dialed Ryōsuke's cell phone quickly and breathed heavily as it rang. He probably wouldn't answer since he said he was planning on going right to sleep after they'd gotten home. Takumi's eyes widened a bit when the voicemail didn't pick up.

"Hello?"

Ryōsuke-san was awake? He sounded like he had been up for a while too.

"Um… Good evening, Ryōsuke-san. I'm sorry for calling so suddenly. I thought you'd be sleeping."

Takumi smiled as the man's voice filled his ears, drifted into his brain and wrapped around his heart. He closed his eyes imagining the man's strong arms holding him tenderly to his chest and whispering directly into his ear. The man's inebriating aura seeped through the phone lines and engulfed the boy setting his mind at ease immediately. He heard the man chuckle softly.

"If you thought I was asleep then why did you call?"

"I would've settled for listening to the outgoing message on your voicemail."

He heard the chuckle again. "What if you had woken me up?"

"Did I?"

Takumi wasn't sure if he cared about waking the man up. He wouldn't have been able to get back to sleep easily with that dream still fresh in his head and he desperately needed to hear that gentle loving timbre. He probably would have felt bad after their conversation, but he needed what little of the man he could get at that moment.

"No, I've been up for a few minutes already."

"Couldn't you sleep?"

"I slept as soon as we got back, as I said I would, but it's been several hours now. The sun is about to set."

"Is it? I didn't even notice."

That chuckle again. "What are you doing up already?"

"What do you mean already?"

"I would have thought you'd sleep until the delivery in the morning."

"Oh…" He rubbed the back of his head. "I… I just couldn't sleep anymore."

There was a short pause before Ryōsuke sounded again. "That's odd. Are you alright?"

"Y… yeah…" Should he tell him?

"Are you sure? You sound a bit strange."

He sighed and smiled. There was no sense in keeping anything from someone who knew you inside and out. "I had a bad dream…"

"Oh. But you're ok now?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

There was another brief pause. "Did you want to talk about it?"

"Not really. I just wanted to hear your voice," Takumi said with an innocently sweet smile.

"I'm glad I could help, then."

"Thank you, Ryōsuke-san."

"You're welcome, Takumi."

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"I'll see you tomorrow then?"

"I can't wait."

Ryōsuke was sitting at his desk still on the phone with Takumi. The boy's voice sounded a bit shaky when he'd answered several minutes ago, but he seemed to be pretty calm at the moment. The older man was leaning back in his chair with a large grin splayed across his lips when he answered his lover's question. The cherubic voice sounded again in his ear.

"I love you… Ryōsuke-san."

The man closed his eyes and inhaled deeply as the words leaked into his heart and adhered to his soul. It was the most beautiful sound he could ever hear and he didn't ever want to take it for granted. His grin widened before he spoke again.

"I love you too, Takumi."

There was silence for several seconds from the other end and then, "Bye."

"Bye."

Ryōsuke hit the button to drop the call and set the phone on his desk beside his computer. He leaned his head back and set his hand over his eyes. Takumi was the sweetest most loving man he'd ever been with and the boy missed him on occasion too. The man pulled his hand from his face not even trying to mask his smile and his eyes closed slowly.

Ryōsuke was standing in a large field. There was a gentle breeze all around him and cherry blossoms floating through the air. He tipped his head up and his eyes traveled up the weathered bark of the large cherry tree in front of him. His eyes fell closed and the small silken leaves fell to his face and brushed over his bare shoulders and chest. There was a soft cry in the distance and he opened his eyes as he turned.

Takumi was running toward him and giggling. He was moving in slow motion and waving happily with one arm. The man could see even from afar that the boy wore the expression of an overjoyed child. The sunbeams at his lover's back rose in a burst from the horizon silhouetting the boy briefly. His hair bounced lightly over his forehead… his eyes were bright and innocent. When the shadow faded, Ryōsuke watched the boy running to him and smiled. The light pink blossoms drifted across his view angelically and bounced heavenly off the boy's face and body.

The boy wore a white dress shirt unbuttoned over his young tone chest. The muscles in his arms were accentuated by the short sleeves and the tails trailed in his small wake of air. He approached his lover and made contact with such force, it knocked the man back a few steps. Ryōsuke's back hit the tree trunk gently and the two men wrapped their arms around each other. The taller man buried his face into the soft cotton over the boy's shoulder and squeezed. He felt the soft warm breath on his neck from his lover and kissed the boy's shoulder through the shirt.

"I missed you, Ryōsuke-san."

The gentle voice rose to his hears and the man pulled back a bit still grinning widely.

"Takumi…"

The smaller man tilted his head to the side a bit and leaned up to the full soft lips just above him. Ryōsuke's eyes fell closed when Takumi's did and he slowly dropped his head pressing his mouth to the boy's. The breeze picked up a bit and their hair began dancing in the wind. Takumi's shirt lifted away from his back and the taller man placed his arms on the pale bare skin around the slender waist. He needed to feel the boy's flesh against his as much as possible and pulled the young body tighter to his.

The shirt seemed to tug at the boy's shoulders wanting to fly away with the cherry blossoms and Takumi released his grasp. He swung his arms behind him slightly and the fabric ghosted over his arms and was whisked away in the wind. The boy parted his lips and coaxed the man's tongue into his mouth with little effort. Ryōsuke felt his lover's hands on his back and face. They caressed the man lovingly and tenderly gliding over his entire body.

Takumi pulled back slightly. The two stared into each other's dark loving eyes for several minutes. Ryōsuke grazed the backs of his long delicate fingers over the boy's smooth flawless cheek. He felt the young hands trailing down his sides then up his stomach and chest. He saw the emotion welling in the boy's eyes when his lover's fingers combed up the back of his head.

"Make love to me… Ryōsuke-san…"

The soft words made the taller man's eyes widen a bit. The boy smiled to him sweetly and serenely. Ryōsuke returned the smile and set his lips over the younger man's once again. They tightened their grips on the other and Ryōsuke gently swung Takumi around to the tree. The two opened their mouths and let their tongues dance together familiarly. The man felt hands on his rear end and his groin was pressed firmly to Takumi's.

The older man moaned slightly into his lover's mouth and the hands slipped into the waistband of his pants. He pulled back slightly without breaking the blissfully eternal kiss and glided his hands down the boy's sides. They slid to his back and squeezed the denim covered orbs then moved around to his hips and up to the closures on his lover's jeans.

Ryōsuke slowly released the younger man's pants and slipped his fingers down the smooth hard sides pushing them and the underwear to the ground. It was like their first time together all over again. The older man pulled away from his lover's mouth and kissed along his jaw and slowly down his neck. His hand found the stiffening erection and stroked gently and loosely.

He heard the boy moan softly and there was warm breath clinging to his ear against the breeze. He kissed along the collar bone and down the defined chest, the silken petals brushing over the young skin. Ryōsuke lowered himself to his knees slowly and licked trails over the boy's stomach. He pulled his hand from the boy's excitement and let his warm breath trickle over Takumi's hips to his pelvis. The older man led the warm air along the boy's shaft and wrapped the head in his lips.

Takumi moaned over his lover's head and the man felt fingers tangle in his hair. Ryōsuke skillfully moved his lips and tongue back and forth over the throbbing penis and the boy moaned louder and louder. The fingers in his hair tightened a bit and he pulled away. His hands went to the button and zipper on his own pants as the man kissed and licked back up his lover's body.

Ryōsuke grabbed Takumi's hands and guided them to his waistband. The boy pushed the garments down and the man slid his hands around the pale young back. Ryōsuke felt the younger man's hand grip his stiffness at the same time he inserted his fingers into the boy's rectum. They moaned softly and the older man leaned forward.

The two moved their hands and fingers familiarly with the other's body and started moaning louder. Takumi was resting his head against the bark stroking the man rhythmically when the man pulled his fingers out. Ryōsuke bowed his head into the boy's smooth neck with parted lips and ghosted his fingers down the soft milky thigh.

He gripped the thigh from behind and lifted slowly wrapping the leg around his hip. The fingers on his erection slipped away and he slowly and gently guided himself into his lover. He pushed all the way in and both men groaned generously. Ryōsuke pressed Takumi against the tree and felt a second leg around his hips. The boy wrapped his arms tightly around the man's shoulders and pressed their lips together again.

The older man held on tight to the young waist as he thrust enthusiastically and rhythmically into his lover. His mind was overflowing with sensation and emotion… there was no greater place he could be than inside Takumi and he wanted it to last forever. As the man moved faster and deeper into the boy the volume increased significantly.

"Aah… hah… hah… Come with me… Ryōsuke-san…"

Takumi's arms clenched tighter around the older man's back as he spoke.

"Nngh… hnn… hnn… Taku—… mi…"

Ryōsuke tightened his grip on the boy's waist and his fingers tensed on the tree.

"Nnnnngh…"

Ryōsuke slowed his stroking and let the final images of the fantasy drift from his mind listlessly. His eyes opened to the ceiling of his bedroom. His heart was pounding his chest; he was panting heavily and covered in sweat. He lifted his head to look in his lap and realized he'd managed at some point to push away from his desk a bit.

The man clutched the back of his t-shirt and pulled it over his head. After a quick clean up he walked the soiled shirt to his hamper and dropped it in. He was shaking his head on his way to the bathroom and smiled. He'd wasted so many clean shirts on that guy…

TBC...

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I suppose it could be considered fluff since nothing really significant happens here. I do apologize for the lack of activity here, but it will pick back up... I think... eventually... Sorry.

Please let me know what you think and, as always, reviews and criticism are always appreciated.