Thank you to the people who showed support for me despite my Author's Note, I really appreciate it. I hope you will continue to show support for me. I know I'm not exactly a conventional writer. I hope you will enjoy this chapter. And to Ominous, thank you for understanding and I'm glad you understand. Your words really encouraged me. I have read them a few times. If you don't mind, could you create an account so we could communicate a bit better? I can reply your reviews as messages.

As said, here is the end of the episode on a slightly faster basis.

The 40th floor had only one door at the end of the hallway, like the one above it. It was night, and the ding of the lift seemed to echo almost eerily in the empty hallway when Yamato stepped out of the lift onto a marble surface. He snorted as the lift doors closed and he walked along the smooth floor of the hallway. Even the floor of Yagami Taichi's-well, floor, had to be high class.

Yamato turned his gaze to the glass as he walked along, his footsteps sounding in the empty silence of the hallway. The sky outside was dark, almost black, and he could barely make out the other tall buildings across. He bit his lip, and turned his gaze away.

Part of him wanted to turn back and stride quickly back to the lift, forget all about his plan. But he wasn't a coward, and so he continued forward to the almost ominous looking door ahead.

He stopped when he reached it, and he could almost hear the echo of his last footstep into the air. Sapphire eyes, bright in the dark, peered up, and Yamato reached out, opening the door.

Even in the darkness, he could feel that the room was spacious. It wasn't engulfed entirely in darkness, to Yamato's relief, for it would have only increased his sense of apprehension and dulled his determination. He closed the door behind him.

Something had told him Yagami Taichi wasn't an early sleeper like Daisuke, but he guessed that his intuition had been wrong this time. Yamato blinked at the figure on the bed illuminated by the moonlight. He slowly made his way towards it, lowering his gaze.

The man he had come to speak to was asleep, his brown eyes closed. There wasn't a scowl or frown or smile on his face. He slept with a neutral expression but somehow- Yamato thought dazedly as the moonlight shone through the window on Taichi's face; he seemed handsome even in his sleep.

Well. If Yagami Taichi was asleep what was he doing here? His purpose was defeated. But still, Yamato found himself staring down at Taichi. A lock of spiky brown hair fell in front of Taichi's closed eye and Yamato reached out instinctively, as if to brush it away-

He pulled his hand back quickly when Taichi's eyelid twitched, but it was too late. Before Yamato could react, Taichi's eyes had snapped open and that cold gaze was directed to him. Yamato moved slowly, hoping Taichi was looking at darkness, but Taichi's once limp hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, and Yamato let out a surprised gasp as he was pulled onto the bed.

He immediately moved to get up, but Taichi's hard body was soon on him and his warm hands were on his wrists, pinning them to the bed. Yamato fought back apprehension as he stared up into cold brown eyes.

"What," Taichi said, "Did you think I was asleep?"

Yamato stared back, "I came here to talk to you."

"Talk?" Taichi smirked at him coldly. "You're on my bed." He said. "Do you know what happens to people who enter my room, and end up on my bed?"

He knew, of course. Daisuke had called Yagami Taichi a sex god, had told him about his reputation. Yamato bit his lip, forcing away the thought that maybe this wasn't such a good idea as he said, "I'm not afraid of you."

"You should be." Taichi said. His smirk widened as he leaned down towards Yamato, whispering in his ear. "This room is sound proofed. If I decide to fuck you now, no one will hear your screams."

"They'll know the next morning."

"And? " Taichi seemed to be raising an eyebrow, "What can they do? By then, your virginity will have already been gone."

"Ken would never forgive you." Yamato murmured.

"Ken," Taichi growled, "Is my friend. Don't assume you know him better than I do."

"So," Yamato shivered as Taichi slipped his fingers in between his in a pseudo loving gesture, "Why don't you shut up and let me fuck you?" He felt Taichi smirk against his cheek, "Don't you know your body is pure temptation?"

Yamato stilled as he felt the proof of Taichi's words against him. "I-I just wanted to talk."

He let out a yelp as Taichi growled and lifted his legs, hooking them over his shoulders like Sora had done. Only, Taichi was rougher than Sora had been, he soon discovered when Taichi ground down into him with a snarl, causing his blue eyes to widen.

"What," he said, "Are you scared?"

He didn't wait for Yamato's reply, "You know," Taichi's voice was low, "I think I'll take you now."

With those words, he leaned down and bit Yamato's neck, and Yamato let out a pained, surprised cry. Taichi thrust against him with a low growl, slipping his hand down Yamato's pants and plunging two fingers into him.

A strained cry left Yamato's throat, his body trembling, "Stop it!" He gasped, as he struggled to free his wrists from Taichi's one hand which had them in an iron grip, "Stop it, I said!"

"Who are you to command me?" Taichi smiled against his neck and moved his fingers, murmuring, "You're so tight."

Yamato released a choked gasp as Taichi thrust his fingers in deeper, "What the hell is wrong with you!" He yelled breathlessly, turning his head to the side as Taichi licked his trembling cat ear, "I said I just wanted to talk, didn't I?!"

"I don't want to talk to you." Taichi said, groaning as he thrust against Yamato's clothed entrance, eyes dark, "I want to fuck you."

"You-ah!" Yamato bit his lip hard to prevent any more embarrassing sounds from escaping as Taichi's tongue swirled about the inside of his cat ear, his cheeks heavily flushed, "I-Is sex all you have in your mind?!"

"Sex," Taichi said almost inadvertently, "And my friends."

"Yeah! That!" Yamato managed and Taichi took a moment to stare at him, "Friendship! That's what I came to talk to you about!"

"…You want to be my friend?"

"No!" Yamato glared incredulously, "Just get off me so I can talk!"

"Yeah, you can't talk now, can you," Taichi said, smirking as he leaned down and licked the shell of Yamato's ear, causing him to shiver, "You can barely speak when I'm touching you like this."

"That isn't the point!" Yamato yelled, his voice almost shrill, his cheeks flushed in reluctant pleasure, "Stop touching me already you fucking pervert!"

"Hmmm," Taichi said, "Maybe I will, when I come-" he moaned lowly as he pressed his erection closer to Yamato, "-in you."

"No way!" Yamato shouted, incredulity in his wide blue eyes. Somehow, his hands were free and he reached out, shoving roughly but futilely against Taichi's hard chest, flushing as the older man slipped his hand up his shirt, "I said, get off! Get off! And let me talk to you about Daisuke!"

"...Daisuke?"

"Yeah, Daisuke! Your friend!"

Taichi blinked. He withdrew a little, staring at Yamato's angry blue eyes, "You want to talk about Daisuke?"

"Yeah." Yamato said lowly.

"So," he continued, shooting a glare at the older man, "Get off me already!"

Taichi blinked again, before he smirked, "Why should I?"

"Because it's common courtesy to not molest the other person when he's trying to talk?" Yamato deadpanned.

To his surprise, Taichi laughed at him. Yamato stared as Taichi regarded him with amusement in his brown eyes. "Alright." He said. "I'll let you go."

"If," he continued casually, "You call me God."

"…What the hell?" Yamato voiced his thoughts.

"I said," Yamato gasped sharply as Taichi's fingers moved inside him, "Call me God."

"G-God?" Yamato stuttered in disbelief, "Why the hell would I call you that?!"

"Because I am," Taichi said with a confident smirk, "Kami-sama."

"I," Yamato growled, "Am not going to call you God."

"Hmmm." Taichi said, staring at him. He smiled, "Then, you'd like me to continue? Show you why I'm called God?" He murmured, drawing close to Yamato, desire in his brown eyes, "I wouldn't mind. At all."

"No!" Yamato shouted immediately as he tried to push Taichi who was closing in on him away, "Get your hands away from me, G-God!"

Taichi smirked, and drew away a bit. "What did you say?" He murmured, twitching a finger inside Yamato.

Yamato shot an icy glare at him, grimacing, "I said get away from me," he hissed, cheeks flushed, "God."

"Shouldn't you be more polite towards your God?"

Had Yamato not been scowling, he would have been more surprised at Taichi's grin, "Oh great Kami-sama," he spat, "Release me at once."

"My humble subject," Taichi said with an amused smirk, "You're missing one important word."

"…Please."

"What was that?" Taichi smiled, "I didn't hear you."

Yamato gritted his teeth. Hard. "Please release me, Kami-sama."

His annoyance grew tenfold when Taichi chuckled but to his relief, finally removed his fingers from him. "You know," he said when he moved back from him, brown eyes amused, "Just for that, maybe I won't fuck you tonight."

"Oh woe is me." Yamato rolled his eyes. "I was being sarcastic." He quickly said when he caught Taichi giving him a look.

Taichi smiled, brown eyes glinting. "Really."

"Yeah. Really." Yamato said lowly. He quickly got off the bed and made his way to the door before Taichi could change his mind. "Bye."

"Didn't you want to talk?" Taichi sounded amused in a way which made Yamato want to punch him, "About Daisuke?"

"I don't want to talk to you at all." Yamato turned back, growling at him.

Taichi raised an eyebrow at him as he stood on the floor, "That wasn't what you said."

Yamato grinded his teeth, "I just wanted to say," he said, "Daisuke treasures his friendship with you greatly, so don't hurt him."

"Hurt him?" Taichi said. "I didn't."

"Right, then what do you call those bandages all over his body?"

"I have bruises too," Taichi shrugged. He looked at Yamato, "It's not a big deal. We're fighters."

"…Fine." Yamato said. "Daisuke's still your friend?"

"Of course." Taichi said in a matter of fact tone.

Yamato was silent as he stared, "Then," he said, "What did I come here for?"

"To be fucked by me?"

Yamato glared at Taichi, who smirked, "It is a nice surprise," he said leisurely, "I didn't expect you to come looking for me."

"Of course," he added as Yamato turned away, "Even if I've decided not to fuck you today 'cause you amuse me," Yamato clenched his fist, "I will take your virginity."

"Bye." Yamato said with a tone of finality.

"Hmmm." Taichi smiled. "Hey."

"What?" Yamato gritted out, his hand on the doorknob.

"Give me a blow-job."

Yamato choked on thin air, as Taichi said, "Oh, you don't know what's a blow-job?" His voice was filled with amusement, "Should I be more direct then? I'm asking you to suck my coc-"

"W-Why?!" Yamato finally said.

"Why?" Taichi was looking at him with narrowed but amused brown eyes as he walked closer, "Because though I've decided not to fuck you today, I still need to come. And since I have an erection 'cause of you, you should get me off."

Yamato quickly opened the door and stepped out into the hallway, "No!" He bellowed, cat ears trembling in anger, "Get yourself off, you fucking pervert!"

Taichi looked at him, then smirked and lowered his gaze, "You're a little aroused too," he observed casually. "You little liar. You enjoyed what I was doing to you, didn't you?"

Yamato felt his face turn a vivid red as Taichi gave a guttural groan and smirked at him, brown eyes dark, "Actually that's a good idea," he said lowly as he reached a hand into his pants towards his bulging erection, "I'll get myself off by visualizing you screaming my name," he growled, smirking as he jerked his own erect cock, "As I fuck you."

"D-Do whatever you want!" Yamato screamed and turned, sprinting down the hallway.

"Oh I will!" Taichi's mocking voice called after him and Yamato gritted his teeth as his deep chuckle reverberated after him down the hallway, "Yama-chan."

"Fuck, fuck fuck!" Yamato thought furiously as he jabbed the button near the lift. He panted, glaring at the closed lift doors, "I'm an idiot for even coming here in the first place!"

Daisuke and Taichi were still friends- according to Yagami Taichi. Somehow, they had a friendship which was solid enough to be retained after such a fierce fight. He'd come here to talk to Taichi, remembering the coldness in Taichi's eyes which had not only been directed towards him, but Daisuke too. But Taichi's words made him remember when Taichi had entered their room, and what he'd said to Daisuke before he left.

"So, that's how he treats his friends," Yamato said lowly, "Fine then."

He was an idiot. He should have just listened to Daisuke. He should have just stayed in their room and let Daisuke cuddle him in his sleep if his friendship with Taichi wasn't in danger. At least, he would have been…safe there. Taichi wasn't cold to him just now, for some reason he didn't know, but he was amused and perverted, which was way worse.

The lift doors opened with the customary sound and Yamato hurried inside, pressing the button to his floor. They closed, and he looked down with a scoff.

So much for the cold and ruthless sex god.

Yamato felt a weight lift off him when he entered his and Daisuke's room. He closed the door softly behind him, locking it for good measure. He was about to make his way to the other bed, when he remembered he was supposed to be sleeping with Daisuke.

Sighing, the blond made his way over to Daisuke's bed. He climbed onto it, looking at the sleeping mahogany haired man. Daisuke held the daisy he had left on the bed between them in his hand. His other arm was curled, as if around the blond he had fallen asleep with.

Daisuke looked innocent, even in his sleep and a soft smile slipped onto Yamato's lips. He wondered how such a kind person could be friends with the cold Yagami Taichi.

Yamato hesitated, before gently lifting Daisuke's arm so he could insert himself back into Daisuke's embrace. Daisuke stirred when Yamato put his arm back down, and Yamato stilled.

"Yama-chan?"

"Yeah?' Yamato said, relatively smoothly.

"Did you go somewhere?"

"No." Yamato lied. "I've been here all along."

"Really?" Daisuke opened his eyes, looking at him. He brought his arm around Yamato, "I could have sworn I felt you move."

"Well," Yamato said, mind quickly working to think up a decent lie as Daisuke stared at him. Shit. "I just went out for a while…"

"Why?" Daisuke murmured.

"'Cause I wanted to…see the stars."

"Uhuh. I like the stars." Yamato said as Daisuke stared at him. "I couldn't sleep so I went out to see them."

"But there's a window over there, Yama-chan."

"Yeah, but the view is clearer outside."

"Hmmm…" Daisuke smiled at him sleepily, "You wanna be an astronaut when you grow up or something?"

Yamato shrugged, and Daisuke laughed, bringing him closer to him. "Mmm…" he said softly, "There's a telescope on the rooftop. We can see the stars together sometime, Yama-chan."

Yamato yawned. "Really?"

"Uhuh." Daisuke smiled, reaching out a hand to stroke his hair. "We can see the moon too, if you want."

"That would be nice." Yamato murmured. He smiled as he snuggled a little closer to Daisuke. It was so warm here, with Daisuke. He felt safe, not apprehensive, hot and bothered like he was with Yagami Taichi. It should have bothered him to be so close to another guy, especially one who was older than him, but it didn't. He didn't feel weirded out, but comfortable.

"Yama-chan?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you aroused?"

"…Don't be a pervert, Daisuke." Yamato said, feeling his face warm. "It's just your imagination." He mumbled, scooting a bit further away.

"Alright then." Daisuke seemed satisfied with the answer, "Hey, Yama-chan?"

"Yeah?" Yamato yawned.

"Your hair's really soft."

"You're not supposed to be touching my hair." Yamato muttered sleepily.

"I really like it though." Daisuke said softly as he felt the golden strands, and Yamato murmured. "Did you say something, Yama-chan?"

"Is…your friendship with Yagami okay?"

"Eh? Of course!"

"He still cares for you then?"

"Definitely!" Daisuke said, blinking. "He came to check on me, didn't he?"

"You mean that's his way of showing he cares?"

"I guess?" Daisuke smiled, "That's why I told you not to worry, Yama-chan!"

"So it isn't my fault?" Yamato murmured, eyes closed. "I didn't…ruin your friendship?"

"Of course not!" Daisuke said confidently and Yamato opened his eyes to see his smile illuminated by the lamplight, "Like I said, Taichi's always like that! But we're good friends! I mean, we used to fight in the past but after that we would always make up!"

"Fighting's kind of a way for us to release our anger, you know?" Daisuke said, "We are men after all!"

"I didn't know that," Yamato said, looking at Daisuke. He sighed, "I mean, I've gotten into fights before in the past of course, but never a real fight."

"Eh, that wasn't really a real fight!" Yamato stared at him and Daisuke said, "Did it look like a real fight?"

"…Yeah."

"Oh that's good then!" Daisuke grinned, "It looks like our skills haven't gotten rusty!"

"Uh," Yamato said, "Then…why did you look so sad?"

"…I was sad?"

Yamato nodded, and Daisuke blinked, "Well, I think I was worried for you, Yama-chan!" He said. "I didn't want Taichi to hate you, you know?"

"…You were worried about me?"

"Uhuh."

"Then…you should have told me," Yamato mumbled tiredly. He gave a weary sigh. "Damn. I feel like a total idiot right now."

"Eh?" Daisuke asked. "Why?"

"Nothing…" Yamato said. He sighed again, "Just go to sleep, Daisuke."

"When Akemi and I fought and I stormed off, it would usually be resolved with casual words, and I would give him a punch on the shoulder and laugh…" Yamato thought sleepily, "Not a punch in his face…"

"I wasn't always like this," Daisuke said suddenly. "I was a fighter in the past."

"A fighter?"

"Yeah. That time, I had to release a lot of anger…" Daisuke mumbled, "So I resorted to beating people up."

"So…it's fine if you don't know what it's like," Yamato looked at Daisuke, who smiled at him, "That means you're a good person."

"You're not a bad person, Daisuke."

"I was." Daisuke murmured, and Yamato saw something in his eyes that hadn't been there before. Experience.

"Well," Yamato yawned, "That's alright, isn't it? It's all in the past."

"Really?"

"Uhuh. I was a lone wolf when I was young," Yamato murmured inadvertently, "I kind of used to beat up the other guys who annoyed me and wouldn't leave me alone."

"…You don't look the type."

"Neither do you."

"So, what made you stop?"

"I discovered music," Yamato smiled. "I discovered something else I could focus my energy on. Something besides fighting which I could use to express my feelings."

"How old were you?"

"Eleven…probably."

"Well, I discovered something else too," Daisuke smiled as he held Yamato close. "Friendship. And Courage."

"Mmmm. Music led me to friendship too," Yamato smiled as he closed his eyes. "That's good then."

"Hey, Yamato?" Daisuke sounded like he was falling asleep.

"Yeah, Daisuke?"

"I'm glad…I met you."

Yamato opened his eyes in surprise as Daisuke placed the delicate daisy in his hand in between them. He met Daisuke's eyes, then smiled and closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to slumber as all thoughts of Yagami Taichi faded away from his mind.

"Yeah…Daisuke."

The flower of innocence lay on the bed in between them, illuminated softly by the moonlight.

(End Episode)

(Cue Ending Song: I Wish)

Preview of Episode 3

"Yamato, I may be the director of the company, but I'm not the Boss. And as the future inheritor of this company, Taichi does have the right to kick you out, even without his father's permission."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"Where the hell does it say that?"

Ken shrugged. "In the contract."

"Yeah, we all know you're our best fucker, Yagami," Daisuke said with a grin as he punched Taichi's shoulder. "No need to boast."

Taichi smirked in amusement at him. "Damn right." He said. He turned his gaze to Yamato, who resisted the urge to flinch, "I see you still have those ears."

"K-Ken-san," Yamato stuttered. He gasped as Ken pushed him down onto the couch and trailed smooth fingers down his sensitive ears, tears of pleasure slipping out of his eyes. "P-Please stop…"

"I'm afraid I can't, Yamato," Ken murmured against his ear, causing him to shiver, "Not when you're reacting to me like this."

"W-What are you saying?" Sora exclaimed. You said you didn't-"

"I know. I know I said that," Yamato shrugged, his blue eyes still narrowed. "But thinking about it, wouldn't it be better?"

"I-I can't." Sora whispered.

"No? Then I'll," Yamato smiled slyly, blue eyes glinting, "Just have to do it myself then."

"I'm just so worried about you…" Sora gazed at him, biting her lip, "When Taichi decides on something, no one can stop him. Not even me, his childhood friend."

"You're his childhood friend?"

Sora nodded. "He wasn't always like this," she said softly. "Back then, he was cheerful and bright, one of the kindest people I knew."

"Stop-!"

"How was that?" Taichi said smugly as he withdrew. "No one has ever kissed you like that before, right?"

"You-ah!" Yamato was cut off by his own cry of surprise, his blue eyes wide as Taichi pulled up his shirt roughly, reaching out his hands and tweaking his nipples, "What are you-"

"Not many people know this but Desire is not only a porn company, it's a music company as well. We just go by another name."

"And that name would be?"

Ken smirked. "Aiba Records."

Yamato's eyes widened.

"Ichijouji Ken, what the hell are you doing here?"

Ken turned and smiled as Yamato froze by the wall. "Ah Taichi, and Daisuke. How did you know we were here?"

Taichi smirked at him, "I got Koushiro to implant a tracking device on you."

Daisuke grinned, "Damn, I miss this place!" He exclaimed excitedly, "How long has it been?"

Taichi rolled his eyes, "Years."

"Ah, Yama-chan!"

"What are you doing here?" Yamato blinked as Daisuke clapped his hands onto his shoulders, "Did Ken drag you here? Bad Ken!"

"I…" Yamato said, stunned. "This…is my school."

"Oh really?" Daisuke blinked.

"Yeah."

"Ah, I thought Ken was just being nostalgic!" Daisuke said, wiping a hand across his forehead.

Taichi snorted.

"Nostalgic."