Attention! THIS IS SMUT IN THIS CHAPTER! Also, this is my first, so I struggled with writing it/even putting it into this story, and if you don't want to read the smut, please skip to the end of the chapter. But this is the conclusion. I hope everyone who read to the end enjoyed the fic. I wanted to show both the dominant and submissive side of this relationship, so I hope it comes through clear. I think Seijuro and Makoto have both grown a little in this relationship, and that is what this drabble has turned into for me: letting go of the past to see the present (Makoto) and finding happiness in unexpected places both broken and whole (Seijuro). I hope it means something to someone else as well. Anyway, enjoy!

Makoto slid out of his clothes and into the pool. The warm water lapped against his skin, and he closed his eyes.

What is wrong with me?

He had been pining after Haru and not seeking any other relationships. He had avoided all contact with other potential lovers. He became strange, fidgety, and guilty around anyone that he had any inkling of approaching him or – worse - that he wanted to approach. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. His heart continued to race, and his dick was still hard and stiff, but did it matter? Makoto had been bold offering his 'help' to Seijuro, but he wasn't sure that he could follow through with that.

I want to…right?"

He had decided on Seijuro, but he could deny his hormones. He could deny this rushing sensation flowing through his body. He could ignore the electricity that radiated from his back where he just knew Seijuro was staring.

He turned and peeked over his shoulder. Seijuro was standing there watching him. His face was red, and his eyes were wide, and he was beautiful. His body was taunt and nervous, and Makoto loved what he saw both physical and emotional. He wanted to hold him, and he wanted to touch his soul.

Seijuro's gold eyes stayed trained on Makoto making him shiver further. Makoto's brow furrowed. How do I express… this? He was helpless, and he looked away biting his lip.

"I – " He took another deep breath and tensed clutching his fists. "I don't really know what I'm doing."

He felt the blood draining out of his face as he admitted his insecurity. Seijuro had had women before. That was something – more than what he had had.

The water sloshed behind him, and his heart began beating furiously but with fear. He didn't want to be rejected or worse – cajoled.

"Makoto."

The firm voice was harsh against the sloshing water raising the hairs on Makoto's arms better than a chilly breeze.

"I don't need anything… physical."

Each word was a breath on his skin. Each word made Makoto a little bit more comfortable and a little bit more grateful. He felt Seijuro's fingertips touch between his shoulder blades. Slightly colder than the water. Untrimmed nails scratching from his pores to his heart carving out a place for their owner.

"Please look at me."

Makoto slowly turned letting Seijuro's fingertips run over his shoulder to his chest and drop slowly downward toward his belly pulling further away with every centimeter leaving his expectant flesh longing. He watched as Seijuro's fingers grazed the water then entered it finally resting on the pool edge where Seijuro was sitting. His gaze then traveled to his dick poking out of his lightning emblazoned black speedo.

"At me."

Makoto's eyes flickered with a bit of embarrassment to Seijuro's face. His golden eyes were harsh in an almost comical contrast to his bright red face.

"Don't be afraid of me."

Makoto looked at Seijuro and imagined. 'What if" was such an open-ended question. Makoto was used to safety nets. He knew Haru would never leave him nor love him, yet he stayed choosing the safety of a one-sided love rather than risking being alone and lived knowing that his heart was always chained. What if this is it? One night? One week? One year?

One lifetime?

His eyes flickered between Seijuro's own searching for a doubt finding none. His eyes flickered down to Seijuro's shaft which jerked as if to attention. He smiled and laughed covering his mouth.

"I'm sorry," he said his eyes watching Seijuro's harsh expression melt into a cocky smile, and his muscles relax.

The tension dissolved for a moment as the two smiled and laughed, then Makoto closed the few steps between himself and his senior. He saw Seijuro's eyes flicker down to his own cock, and while his eyes were still fixed, Makoto threaded the fingers of his right hand in Seijuro's red mane and pulled his head melding their lips together tasting the chlorine on his skin. Makoto placed his left hand on Seijuro's knee feeling the wet hairs on his legs flowing against his palm.

The kiss broke. Makoto leaned his forehead against Seijuro's making the taller boy bend his neck further down to Makoto's level. They breathed for awhile, and Makoto slowly let his hand fall away releasing Seijuro who stretched his neck to the ceiling gulping another breath. Makoto tucked his head under Seijuro's chin – his nose against his collarbone.

They breathed.

Makoto kissed Seijuro's neck feeling the goosebumps against his lips savoring the signs that his lover was enjoying himself. He ran his left hand further up his thigh and pressed his thumb into his pelvis eliciting a hissing intake of breath.

"Seijuro, I know where I want to be."

Makoto's breath was hot on his skin contrasting the cold of the water still stuck to him, and he could see the hairs stand up making him smile. He felt Seijuro swallow.

"This isn't a one-man show."

Makoto chuckled at Seijuro's words. "It never has been, love."

His left hand clutched at Seijuro's thigh reveling in the sensation of wet and warm and love. The concrete grated against Makoto's right elbow as he leaned closer kissing and breathing faster and closer to Seijuro's cock. He pushed a hot humid breath at the glistening head and felt a shiver course through his partner making Makoto's own hairs stand on end.

Makoto turned his eyes upward tracing the abs to the pecs to the neck to his Seijuro's lips turning white from the force of his biting.

They breathed.

Seijuro felt the absence of Makoto like a piece was missing leaving him wanting. He looked down to see the same captivating green eyes that had haunted him staring back at him. "What?"

Makoto simply stared a moment before stating, "You're beautiful."

"Is that right for a guy? Not handsome?"

"You're precious and sometimes – I think – more fragile than anything I've had. Beautiful."

"I'm not the fragile one." Seijuro thought back to the scared man on the porch steps and marveled at how things had developed.

Makoto's smile twisted upward. "Really?" And he rubbed the tip of Seijuro's dick spreading the wet around and around making him tense his body again.

"That's not fair," Seijuro breathed indignantly clinching his eyes shut in a shudder.

Makoto was still smiling when his eyes opened. Seijuro was amazed that somehow this creature that he had thought nothing of had become so important and reached his heart in so short a time. He had to admit that he had always been a bit dominant with a dash of gentle during sex, but he had never had a woman approach him this aggressively. The thought of the kiss – the initiation – made him shiver again eliciting another smile from Makoto. Seijuro's toes curled in anticipation as he saw his lover's head bow and felt the wet swim suit pull off yanking a few hairs with it – something that usually would be painful but was strangely erotic. He leaned back clenching his fists and panting enjoying the warm wet feeling of his tongue licking the shaft, then it happened. Makoto's mouth engulfed him entirely, and he groaned involuntarily eliciting more speed from Makoto.

Then he slowed down - massaging and teasing and infuriating Seijuro to no end, and he loved it. He was shut down. His arms were locked props that wouldn't have moved if he had wished it. His brain was a haze. Nothing. Warm. Flashes passed by him illuminating nothing and everything getting brighter and faster. Makoto began to hum making him vibrate and moan pulling his eyebrows together as if frowning. Makoto sped up faster. Warm. Wet. Hum. Tense. Flash.

Seijuro half-moaned and half-screamed as he felt his climax climb through his body making everything white for a moment. When his haze cleared, he felt Makoto pulling him closer to the edge of the pool and running his finger between his cheeks with a question on his face.

Seijuro leaned forward onto Makoto's shoulder clumsily clutching at him and panting. They stayed like that for a moment. Seijuro felt Makoto's arms wrap around him and his body slowly slip into the water making it slosh.

"Feel good?"

Seijuro laughed a little bit. "Do I feel good?"

He felt Makoto's cheeks pull into a smile, and his hug tightened. A kiss pressed into his hair, and he hugged back. They stayed that way holding one another.

"Ready to go?"

Seijuro started and pushed against Makoto's chest. "Hell no! What about you?"

Makoto laughed and turned a lovely shade of red. "I wanted to make you feel good. I've done my job."

"I haven't done mine." He watched with pleasure as Makoto's cheeks became redder, and his eyes widened. He licked his lips, and Seijuro wanted to bite them and taste them.

"I – I don't have any lube," Makoto tore his eyes away in embarrassment.

Seijuro then understood his partner's hesitation. He was afraid of being hurt. It was the first time after all. He let his hand trail down watching Makoto close his eyes and freeze. His hand slid into the water and glided down to Makoto's own head. Seijuro slid his arm around Makoto's waist twisting and leaning him against the side of the pool.

Seijuro pulled his hand out of the water letting his wet fingers glide up his partner's chest and grabbing 'his wrists pushing them against the side of the pool pinning them as he leaned in to whisper.

"Tell me to keep going if you want it. I'll be happy to help you, too."

Makoto gulped, and Seijuro savored seeing his Adam's apple bob up and down.

Makoto reveled in how delicious a feeling it was to have his Seijuro offer himself to him. How wonderful it was to feel warm breath tickle his neck. How lovely it was to be restrained. How powerful he felt while being submissive.

He was filled with desire but also with a serene calm. It was almost as if their being together was simultaneously the most erotic thing that he could imagine and the most peaceful.

He felt Seijuro's lips trace their way down his neck to his collarbone.

"Please do," he whispered assenting.

He let himself go. He let Seijuro caress his shoulders and slowly move to his nipples biting them making him gasp and curl in on himself. He knew he moaned. He felt the cold heat that moved through him lifting him up wrapping him in love. His knees were weak, and Seijuro sank with him moving his hand rapidly up and down – sometimes fast, sometimes teasing – until his back arched, and he was allowed to peak.

Seijuro's hands threaded around him and guided him to the corner of the pool. He wrapped him up and held him, and Makoto knew that he never wanted to leave this sweet embrace. He didn't know how fleeting this feeling would be, since it was after sex.

But he hoped it would be forever.

"Makoto, do you still want to live with Haru? I've been thinking that… he may want to be closer to Rin."

Makoto smiled into Seijuro's chest and squeezed him knowing the next words without hearing them.

"I want to be with you," Seijuro whispered the words into Makoto's hair. "We can organize our stuff and decorate and – I don't know – test the waters?"

Makoto felt Seijuro's chin pressing into his head – a little bit painful but assuring. "I would like that."

And in that instant, all of Makoto's dreams of Haru and him moving and beginning a life emptied and were replaced with hope that they would be the same but with someone of his own choosing. Someone much more special.