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~~ Making A Decision Together ~~

~~ 15. June, Early Midday ~~

Yuushi reached them, pulled him out of Yukimura's grip and into a tight hug. Lover, the word still rang in his ears. How dare the guy call him his lover!? They had met each other once and he doubted it was enough to fall in love. Actually, it was a very drunk Yuushi and him in stealing mode but that didn't matter right now. They simply didn't know each other and, to top it, he had no interest in having a lover of any kind.

Ryoma was attracted to strong, talented, beautiful and muscular men, not thin, smart asses like Yuushi. He never ever had any real interest in women, so this opportunity was left out from the very beginning. In his freshman year in middle school, the girls had squeaked at him whenever they saw him playing tennis. He had chosen tennis as club activity because he had been the best in it thanks to his dear father who had practiced with him all the years till he ran away.

Would he still be good in it?

He must have disappointed his father the most with his runaway. Leaving the old man to his solitude and shattering his dreams to see his son on the courts in a big stadium.

Yuushi's arms around his waist tightened as Yukimura made an attempt to pull him out. Ryoma snapped out of his depressing thoughts due to the stronger pressure on his body. His body rebelled. Yuushi stopped the bluenette when he wanted to pull gently, but roughly at the same time, on his wrist. The glasses-wearing guy stepped out of Yukimura's reach. "Yukimura, keep your hands off of him, please. Everything one of you gets your hands on, gets stuck in your clutches."

The gentle and beautiful bluenette chuckled with his tender fingers covering his lips and his eyes turning into half moons. "I'm sorry. It's just that I like to keep beautiful things. Especially the ones who crave for love and attention so much..." Yukimura viewed at him and tilted his head slightly to the right. Not one word about their deal was said. Yukimura's amusement was reflected in his beautiful orbs. "...and as I see it on my boyfriends, my so called victims don't want to leave my side afterwards, either."

Ryoma snorted and turned his head to the left, not wanting to look at one of those two. What the hell was Yukimura thinking! Yuushi seemed to think the same because he replied with, "Please keep your hand off of him. Only once in my life." and nearly crushed Ryoma with an even stronger hug, pressuring even more his already rebelling and sick body. A little bit more and, Ryoma was certain of it, he would throw up today for the third time.

"Mhm..." Yukimura hummed, still staring at him, the beauty, who felt like the unluckiest person at the moment. Or better said, the once so beautiful young man because now he looked everything else than healthy and sexy. His bones were clearly visible, his hair was sticky and messy, his skin was pale and dirty thanks to his last sleeping place as well as greenish from his current state of health. Only sick people who had interest in anorexic models would have him in their beds. Sick people who didn't care about another person's health.

'Sick, rich people.'

He let his view wander over the three lovers beside him. The first thing which poked his eyes was the smirk on Yukimura's face and the strange gleam in his violet eyes. It was a sadistic gleam and disappeared so quickly that he had no other choice as to guess what it meant. Said bluenette glanced between the stoic guy beside him and the diva next to one of the three limousines.

The three lovers were talking with each other through unknown and secret gestic. Yuushi didn't seem to notice it as he was too busy talking to Ryoma till he turned deaf. Ryoma simply ignored him, watched the three lovers and the longer he watched their conversation, the more did he start to doubt his decision. His determination to use the rich guys for his own liking without giving them anything other than the ring and maybe a picture began to waver.

The sparkle of excitement in Yukimura's eyes, the twitching lips of Sanada and the wide grin on Atobe's face made him scold himself for his simple mind. Surely they wouldn't leave the matter with no other consequence. They would punish him, probably, for stealing the ring.

Would they kill him?

What had he gotten himself into?

The strange conversation between the lovers ended shortly after. All three nodded slightly before the diva, now with an honest expression on his face, cleared his throat, rose his voice and spoke. "Yuushi, we should head back to the company. Work doesn't finish by itself."

The smile on the bluenette with glasses disappeared, the arms around Ryoma tightened and pressed strongly against his weak chest, pressing all the air out of him "Haven't you said I can take the day off? I had wanted to show Ryoma our new ho-"

"No, I remembered something where I need your help with. Gen and Sei will take care of him in the meantime." Yuushi nodded after a few seconds and, to Ryoma's surprise and disgust, kissed him on the left cheek and whispered in his left ear. "Don't fall for their traps. I'll finish my work in no time and will come back to get you as soon as possible." Ryoma shuddered by this warning which should have been a lovely promise. However, something inside him told him that Yuushi would be gone for quite a while.

"Hopefully not." Ryoma hushed and watched from the corner of his golden eyes how Atobe grinned again, Sanada shook his head lightly and suppressed the upcoming smile while Yukimura couldn't hide his laugh after hearing these words. Yuushi had missed the message and glanced between them, not understanding the fuss.

"Well, let's go, Yuushi. My lovers will take good care of him." With that Atobe pulled said man on his collar and ripped him off of Ryoma, pushed him inside his limousine. The diva turned around once more to his white-haired driver, told him something in a quiet voice so nobody else than the two could hear it. Akutsu nodded, bowed with a grimace - Ryoma smirked by the look, sensing his friend's uneasiness as he didn't like to bow down, no matter in what kind of situation - and approached the now three people who were left behind.

"Well, let's return to the mansion."

Ryoma needed a couple of minutes to understand the meaning behind those words. Return to the mansion that didn't sound so bad but something was ringing inside his head, warning him. Then it clicked in his brain and he protested before Sanada could push him inside the nearest limousine. "Wait! We didn't make a deal about me going with yo-"

The bluenette appeared right behind him, rested his hands on his upper arms and hushed with a darker and very dangerous tone, "Until you haven't given me back my precious ring, you'll stay with us. I'm not letting you escape again, Ryoma." The way Yukimura said his name gave him shivers of a different kind. Ryoma shook his head mentally and scolded himself for even think about such illusions.

'Never make the same mistake twice in your life.' was his mantra which he told himself every day.

'Never fall in love with a rich guy again.' was another way to describe his mantra.

One of the doors of the nearest car got opened by Akutsu and the hands on his arms shoved him gently forward and inside, pushing him down onto one of the soft leather seats while he relaxed his eyes, shut them. He hoped he would be able to calm his mind and stomach with this action. They resembled a rollercoaster ride so he let the person do his thing, nevertheless, he couldn't suppress the snappy comment. "Don't even think I'll live with you for a month!"

"We'll see." was what he got as a reply and the bluenette sat down beside him with crossed legs. Yukimura leaned forward for a second before returning to his old position. A strange sound was audible, something smacking against each other. The noise faded as quickly as it had occurred and was forgotten in seconds. However, the strokes through his hair didn't pass by unnoticed to him. He viewed at Yukimura, glared into piercing violet orbs. "Why don't you enjoy the time and look forward to get regular meals and such, instead of grumbling about it?"

"I told you I don't care about your image!"

"Good because I'm doing this not to save my image but to save a person who is near starving himself to death." To say Ryoma was shocked and surprised was an understatement. He wanted to snap, wanted to yell and scream at the bluenette but a hand was over his mouth immediately. "Do not deny it. Have you taken a closer look at yourself lately? Even if you don't care about hurting other people's life, at least accept their kindness and worry. Not everybody is like you."

He slapped the hand away, turning his head to the other side and closing his golden orbs for the nth time. "Not like me, you say?" His voice was drowned in hate and grief. He snorted, smirked ironically and rested his head against the head rest. He needed something eat soon or it would get worse and he really would throw up a third time. Hopefully, he could hold it in and wouldn't throw up in the middle of the car ride back to the mansion.

He knew he had lost weight and was too skinny, nonetheless, the last thing he wanted was to chit chat with those guys about his health problems.

Ryoma sank deeper into the soft leather seat and his spine and neck thanked him for not lying or sitting on stone-like mattresses or grounds. Another person, Sanada, he guessed, stepped inside and sat next to him so he was in the middle of them. Ryoma shut out every sound, not listening to the strangely four kinds of voices. Doesn't matter, he thought. As long as he was allowed to sit here and rest, everything they said was fine. It felt so god damned good to rest.

Though, something was still nagging his mind. He spoke before he realized it. "What about the ring? Shouldn't I get it back first?" His voice was barely audible, had quieten due to his sleepiness. Ryoma sighed deeply, breathing in the mixed scent of lotus, green tea and pure human smell. Somehow, without understanding it, it lulled him to sleep. So fast that he nearly hadn't heard Fuji's words.

"Is guilt numbing your pride?"

"The last thing you need to worry about is my pride. I simply don't like to stay in debt." His body decided it was enough and shut down every muscle and nerve, sending him to dreamland, finally. Surprisingly, he had a nice dream for once, filled with warmth, love and familiarity - his family and old friends.


"Drive us back as fast as possible." Seiichi said and put his nearest arm around Ryoma's shoulder, sensing the beauty had already fallen asleep. The driver, Akutsu, took place at the driver's seat and started the engine immediately, driving them to the mansion.

"Already all lovey dovey about him, Sei?" Syusuke asked and Seiichi smiled at both brunettes who had waited inside the car all the time and smiled back at him. He wasn't sure if Ryoma had noted these two. The smile never left Seiichi's face as he saw Genichirou looking down at the beauty, restraining himself from putting Ryoma on his lap and warming him with his own body heat. It was a little secret between the five of them. His stoic lover was - even if he still hadn't understood the meaning of his own movements - possessive and a little worrywart, always telling them to not be careless. He simply needed to know if all his lovers were fine.

"Well, even Gen is a victim of his beauty. It can't be helped." Seiichi chuckled and stroke the emerald-colored bangs out of the sleeping man's face. Ryoma moaned, squirmed around once and gave the four a good view at his body. Not only Seiichi, but also his three lovers, watched him with curious and narrowed orbs, scanning the stranger from head to toe. It scared Seiichi how slim the beauty had gotten. Whenever Ryoma breathed in, his rips and hip bone were clearly in view through the thin cloth over his skin.

Seiichi glanced at lovers, asked a silent question with his pleading eyes. Kunimitsu sighed, pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and middle finger. Syusuke, on the other side, leaned forward to the beauty and touched the cold cheek with his tender fingers, stroking it tenderly with his thumb. "We have heard about your deal with him. I think it shouldn't be so hard to help him with whatever he has in mind. I'm just worried about us and our relationship. The last time when we had him in our home, he had stolen Sei's ring."

"That's my point." Kunimitsu interrupted and rose his voice for the first time since the ride had started. "Having him for one night had been our first intension. But I don't think it will end well for us, for our relationship if we let him live with us for a whole month or even another day." His lovers frowned and stared at him in confusion. Syusuke was the first to break the silence, still stroking Ryoma's cheek with his thumb.

"Saa, since when are you thinking like that, Mitsu?"

"Since he had stolen Seiichi's ring. Who can promise us that he won't do it again or steal someone else's ring? Or even other things which are precious to us?"

"I'm sure he won't steal one of your bonsais or fishing equipment."

"Syusuke!"

"We can chain him on our bed and leave him there till the party starts." Kunimitsu sighed deeply. It was useless, his lover's sadistic stream was showing up. Syusuke had chosen their path and wouldn't accept any other way. It was irrational to continue to speak against his sadistic brown-haired lover. When Kunimitsu looked up, Seiichi frowned and worry was reflected in his kiss which he gave him.

"Is it only because of the ring? What had happened yesterday on your and Kei's business meeting, Mitsu? You're always so depressive when something is bothering you, mostly at work. You had been there as a replacdment for Gen because there was trouble in the company and had to stay back." Seiichi, seeing Ryoma shaking, struggled out of his jacket and laid it over the sleeping person's body, didn't want him to freeze. After this, his whole attention rested at Kunimitsu once more.

Said brunette nodded and smiled his microscopic smile. He wouldn't be able to hide anything from his lovers. Kunimitsu sighed, cleaned his glasses with the rim of his shirt before he told him what he had witnessed. "Yesterday night, I have seen Ryoma in the club where we were supposed to meet up with Yagyuu Hiroshi, a small and young businessman." Before any of his lovers could stop him, he continued. "We have heard something between Ryoma and him which I would call a rough past. Ryoma had looked like a lost child, not fierce or strong but more like... broken."

He took a deep breath, also crossed his arms in front of his chest and closed his orbs to recall the memory. The beauty had looked shattered, broken. He could still recall the change of expression on Ryoma's face. How it had changed from fierce to shock and grief, to anger and at last to horror and angst.

"What had happened then?" Genichirou ripped him out of his memory and forced him to focus on their conversation.

"Something must have snapped in him. From one second to to the other he had punched Yagyuu Hiroshi straight into his face and run away. Keigo had followed him but Ryoma had shortly after disappeared in the crowd."

"So the person he want to get revenge from is this businessman? Why? What had he done to hurt him so much?" Nobody answered. They all sat there in silence, thinking about the possibilities and the new information. Ryoma moaned when Genichirou, who had started to massage Ryoma's neck long ago, put a bit more pressure on one specific point. Said man and both tensais smiled. Only Kunimitsu remained strong and viewed out of the window, not smiling at all.

He wouldn't give in till he knew more about the mystery of Ryoma who still had no last name. A sudden idea hit him and everybody was startled as he twitched and sat up, arms uncrossing. "Akutsu, you know him. Tell us more about Ryoma."

"Sirs?" Akutsu jolted out of his concentration and had nearly slammed on the breaks out of surprise. As soon as he had the control over the car back in his hand, he replied. "I know him for quite a short time. I can tell you, the brat is a good guy who had made one big mistake with fatal consequences. All he yearns for, is to get revenge at one person."

"Why did you help him or us? Why did you tell him about us being helpful and that he should make a deal?"

"Ryoma is, in this case, just like me. He is marked by a horrible mistake and grieving memories. The brat had told me he had done one big mistake and needs to struggle for his life now as his pride is too high as that he would ask for help. Every day is horror, the fear of not surviving the next day out of starvation, exhaustion, illness or anything similar is slowly creeping into his mind and forces him to work harder and riskier."

"Saa, you lived with him till Keigo found you. I remember hearing Kei say he found you, after you got beaten up from one of his bodyguards. You had started a fight without a reason."

"The brat wouldn't dare to hurt anybody without a reason. All his nightly victims have no serious injuries and he always steals from people... who have enough money."

"People like us... that's what you wanted to say, right?"

Akutsu laughed at Kunimitsu's word with his rough voice. "Yeah, Tezuka. This kind of people are what he hates and despises the most. I think it has something to do with this Hiroshi guy. But I don't know much about his past."

"Strictly speaking, there is no hope for us to get Ryoma into our little group till Yagyuu Hiroshi has gotten what he deserves?"

"Syu!"

"C'mon, Mitsu, please." All three lovers pleaded at him, even Genichirou did with his frown like he wanted to say: You have no choice in this no matter what you do.
And Kunimitsu knew he was right. Seiichi and Syusuke were the most stubborn, brilliant and seductive men he had ever met. The horrible thing about it, they always got what they wanted without exception. Their traps were sneaky and mostly not so fair but they reached their goal every time. "Even the stoic Tezuka Kunimitsu fell for us. Why not a beauty who doesn't really know us, too?"

Akutsu interrupted their conversation abruptly. "A burnt child fears the fire. However, some children are stubborn and learn to fight the fright..." With that said, they reached their destination and Akutsu stepped outside and opened the door of the car to let them out too. "...and Ryoma is one stubborn brat."

Kunimitsu sighed and gave in. Maybe it was worth a try. He would hide his bonzais and fishing equipment nonetheless.

~~ 15. June, Late Night ~~

Ryoma felt something soft lying beneath his stomach, holding him in a comfortable position, and something warm above his legs and waist. Nevertheless, his spine wasn't cold but should have been because it wasn't covered by the warm thing. Ryoma skipped the confusion, snuggled deeper inside the welcoming warmth, breathed in the calm scent and moaned, not realizing his whereabouts. Something pressed against his spine and shoulders, not in a painful or uncomfortable manner. It was an unknown pressure, however, it was quite good and relaxing. It was doing wonders on his stressed and cramped muscles and bones.

He moaned in delight, enjoying the heaven for once. The pressure on his spine disappeared and he was turned around, lying on his backside. Cool air caressed his chest and gave him goose bumps. His eyes fluttered open, revealed pure gold and stared in honey brown. Someone bowed down, kissed him on his lips. Small and light kisses were traced from his throat to his chest by a second person and stopped at his navel. Hands stroke the sides along his chest and to his waist, repeated the movement countless times.

It felt good. The dream was, for once, very pleasant. He shivered hard when a swift blow brushed his skin and his body heated up. "Gen, don't overdo it."

"Gen?" Ryoma asked sleepily, trying to remember the name. No, he couldn't recognize the name, never had heard of someone named Gen.

"I'm here, Ryoma." Called young man had no chance to subject as soft lips lay on his immediately again. First of all, it was an innocent kiss which he replied. However, the gentle kiss changed to passionate as teeth nibbled on his bottom lips carefully - the piercing was strangely and secretly gone. He allowed the tongue to slip inside his own mouth, moaning by the intruder. Whoever kiss him knew what he did. He hadn't felt such an amazing kiss for a long time. Most of his victims had no clue how to do it right.

Somewhere near him got a door burst open and someone shrieked in surprise. The kiss ended and Ryoma snapped out of his...of his what?

He blinked to get rid of the blur in his vision and turned his head to the left, right in time to see a shocked and crying Yuushi breaking together, fainting.

It was then that Ryoma noticed his naked state and the muscular Sanada above him, also topless. To his right was Yukimura, having a wet cloth in his hand. To his left were both Tezuka and Fuji, watching him. To Ryoma's disappointment, Atobe was also there, helping Yuushi up and giving him to one of his butlers.

The truth hit Ryoma hard. It hadn't been a dream at all.