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A/N: Guys, if you decide to hate the story, hate me instead for having a limited English vocabulary. I can only learn so much from English subtitled anime and programs. sob sob Also, I know this chappie seems irrelevant, but hopefully a few chapters later will change that.

A loud resounding 'ding' echoed from the kitchen earning stares from both Yuki and Shuichi.

"What-"

"I… made some popcorn," said Shuichi before the writer could continue his sentence, as if he was afraid there would be an angry tone at the end. "I sort of found some DVD's and… want to watch them… is that okay with you?"

The question was stupid, Eiri supposed, but nonetheless it seemed thoughtful of the singer to ask. "Brat," he said softly as he took slow steps towards the boy, "what do you think DVD's are for?" he added leaning in and kissing Shuichi taking advantage of the boy's looking up at him.

"A 'yes' would've sufficed, you know," said Shuichi after the short kiss.

"Sure, but I like this way better," replied Yuki sitting down right beside the singer when the said singer stood up to retrieve the popcorn from the kitchen. The writer took the remote and turned on the DVD. The picture was in black and white, which made Yuki wonder if the T.V. needed some fixing, but after a few moments, he realized that the movie was just really old. Why was Shuichi going to watch an old movie? He didn't know. Why did he have an old movie stuck up in his DVD collection, however, was another question.

Those silly things didn't matter anymore when Shuichi sat right beside him and started munching on the popcorn. Just the sight of the singer, sitting cross legged right beside him was delightful, and the feeling of that familiar warm sensation of lingering love in the room just made the whole situation more gratifying.

Yuki didn't really pay attention to the movie, and instead spent his time just looking at Shuichi. Expressive purple eyes mirrored the reflection from the T.V. making them gleam in the light, chest moving when the singer breathes, and lips moving as he placed the popcorn one by one into his mouth. Though the writer wanted to ravish those lips at that instant, he felt that that would've been inappropriate, like a lost note in a beautiful song.

When the movie ended and when Shuichi questioned him whether or not he liked the movie, Yuki woke up from the illusions in his mind. "I wasn't watching the movie." He answered truthfully.

"No, you're not," Shuichi said leaning in closer and placing his head on Yuki's chest, "You've been watching me all the while…" he whispered.

"Yeah, I was," replied the writer when he turned off the T.V. He'd lost track of time, but it must've been dark already, since the warm winds entering in one of the windows he must've forgotten to close had already become a little colder.

Though he wanted to cherish the tender moments, his mind reminded him that their bodies were going to need nutrition soon, and they have nothing but take-out food full of MSG in the fridge, and damn he didn't want to ruin the beauty of this evening by feeding his most loved person some left over from something someone else had cooked. No way. Tonight's meal was going to be special. He shifted from his position and informed the singer before finally approaching the kitchen. He quickly ordered some beef and fixed up something. He wasn't sure exactly what he had cooked, but he thought he must've learned it from a French cook book somewhere some time ago. Dessert was made up of some chocolates and a few other sweets. Of course, no special lovers' dinner would be complete without wine.

Yuki was not at all disappointed when he saw Shuichi's reaction; melancholic purple eyes widened in disbelief before they met with a pair of gold ones. Lips parted in awe before they ascended on Yuki's. Supper was made up of food and beautiful almost lustful stares from across the table.

After their pleasant occurrence, they proceeded back to the couch. No T.V., no radio, just silence. But it wasn't the kind of awkward silence that spelled something was wrong, it was more of a silence that lover's share when words are not enough.

Yuki ran his hand on Shuichi's hair several times, marveling at how soft the strands were. Though the pink color was gone, it still smelled like strawberries. It was good and reassuring to know that some things never change.

Shuichi was leaning his head on the writer's chest, and Yuki didn't know how to react knowing that the singer could hear every heartbeat.

"I love you…" Yuki surprised himself by saying those words, but not in an unpleasant way. He knew how much Shuichi wanted to hear those words, and he hated himself because he didn't tell them to the boy a long time ago.

"Why didn't you tell me that a long before, Yuki…" the question was unexpected, but he writer wasn't caught unprepared.

"I did…" said the writer looking down at Shuichi who was still leaning on him.

"When?" the boy asked again, this time looking at the golden gaze.

"When you were sleeping or too drunk to realize I was actually talking to you…" the blond answered calmly and nonchalantly, finishing up the sentence with a kiss.

"Liar…" Shuichi sort of protested, lips pouting in an adorable manner.

"Have I ever lied to you?" Yuki asked this time, looking up at the ceiling trying to avoid the singer's eyes. There was something in those eyes that will break him if he stared too much.

"Yes…"

Yuki looked right back at Shuichi's eyes, "and when exactly?" he said, one eyebrow rising in incredulity. He remembered saying a lot of things to Shuichi, like the time he said his songs were just bad, but he wasn't lying then. He did think Shuichi's songs were mediocre. Okay, so maybe he exaggerated a bit. Thank goodness I did. Otherwise he wouldn't have pursued me. He thought a little shamefully.

"When you kicked me out and told me it was because I suck in bed," Shuichi answered looking more defiant than usual. Those purple eyes gleamed intensifying the point he was expressing, yet still pouting making his supposed serious features a little comical.

Yuki gulped. He was lying when he told Shuichi that he sucked in bed, but he did it thinking of the brat's own good. Nonetheless, hearing Shuichi say what he had just said made Yuki feel a pang of jealousy suddenly course through his veins. "Maybe, I might've…" he said suddenly gripping both of Shuichi's wrists and pinning him down on the couch with his own body, "but when exactly and from whom did you get a second opinion?" he stated gritting his teeth. Part of him was extremely angry, but part of him also wanted to know. He loathed at the thought that that freakin' red-head doctor might've been touching and experimenting with Shuichi's body any more than necessary.

Shuichi giggled melodically, his voice resonating around the room.

"My my, Yuki. Is that jealousy I see in your eyes?" he said almost teasingly, leaning a little upward so that his lips touched Yuki's momentarily.

"Answer the question…" Yuki almost but in a predatory way snarled.

Shuichi blushed, long lashes fluttered when he slowly closed his eyes. "From you, Yuki… You didn't think I slept with anyone else while I was away, did you?"

Yuki didn't answer. "And when did I tell you that you were great in bed?" he asked instead.

Shuichi tried to sit up, but Yuki pushed on him back harder. "Oh, Yuki, don't be such a brat," he said pouting his lips again, seemingly annoyed.

"Oh, so now you're calling me a brat?" Yuki inquired looking seriously at the boy below him. His body reminded him of many nights when he held Shuichi like this, and the boy moaned his name like it was holy. He remembered that during the time of Shuichi's absence, he dreamt of his name being called that way, then woke up realizing he was still alone in his bed. He had dreamt of a special touch that just sends shivers down his spine, a kiss that softens on his lips, cries and moans of pure pleasure, and how he turned nearly insane not feeling and hearing those sensations when he woke up from the dream.

"Yuki?" a soft voice woke him up from his reminiscing.

The writer looked back at the small figure still beneath him. Those purple eyes, that cute nose, those soft lips… before Yuki knew it, he had already caught Shuichi in a passionate kiss. His mind had completely dismissed the consequences that might come with his actions. His hands let go of the wrists and ventured their way to Shuichi's body, touching and caressing. The singer didn't resist, but moaned and sighed as the touches became more intimate.

Somehow, from their position on the couch, they ended up being in bed, bodies naked and glistening in sweat. They were still in the heat of things when Yuki realized what he had just done. Though he wanted Shuichi to lose his breath from the pleasure, he also feared it. With great remarkable self-control, he slowed his thrusts, turning their rhythm to a gentle phase.

"Y…Yuki?" Shuichi asked in a whisper, "Wh…y… uh!" he threw his head back, body arching violently when Yuki hit a sensitive spot.

The writer leaned closer, planting a kiss on Shuichi's neck. "Shuichi, I was careless. I shouldn't… we shouldn't- what if…" his body opposed whatever rationality and reason his mind was trying to tell him.

"D… Don't hold back… Yuki… I… can take care of myself… please…nnnh!" Shuichi pleaded, hands tugging on the sheets below him.

Yuki didn't need the plead. His primal urges had already taken control, and even though somewhat fearful, he continued until they were both sated.

When the writer's mind recovered from the bliss, he quickly removed himself from on top of Shuichi and checked if the boy was alright.

The singer's chest was rising and falling softly, taking in as much oxygen from one breathing as possible. "Are you okay?" Yuki asked running his hands on Shuichi's forehead.

Still catching his breath, Shuichi smiled and opened his eyes. "That was hot…" he replied a little jokily.

"Brat, I asked if you were okay." Yuki said leaning in closer kissing Shuichi's nose. That word hot made him chuckle mentally, but everything he's been for these past few days had been far from his nature, he supposed he needed to suppress the chuckle just to make sure he was still the well known bastard that he was, "I was worried I might be making you breathless and all you could say was that I'm good in bed? Like I didn't know that already…" he kissed again.

"Nnn… but Yuki, I thought you like making me breathless?" Shuichi answered trying to sound very child-like. It didn't work, of course, since his voice had mellowed down and had become more mature.

"I do, but your doctor said-"

"My doctor is an idiot, Yuki," Shuichi cut in before the writer could continue.

Yuki smirked. Hearing the insult made his heart thump in both vengeance and relief. At least he isn't hearing Shuichi praise that wuss.

"Back to the question, brat. When did I tell you that you were good in bed?" he asked remembering the previous argument. Maybe he didn't need to ask; maybe he should've just let that one remain a mystery, but his writer instincts demanded that he got the answer.

Shuichi turned to face him with that playful smile on his lips, and the most relaxed expression Yuki had ever seen on him since his return. "Remember the time when you just finished passing your novel?"

He didn't, but nodded anyway.

"You just muttered you were tired when you came in the room and saw me with nothing but a towel on. Apparently, you weren't tired enough because you had the strength and the libido to actually do it fast and hard." He said grinning, as if somewhat insulting.

Yuki just stared back. His exhausted mind doing its best to remember.

"And you whispered 'awesome' before kissing me again. You were probably to drowsy to remember that…" Shuichi punctuated with a kiss.

Though he felt the kiss, Yuki's mind was somewhere else. Damn, he really couldn't remember. "You better not be making this up," he said looking seriously at Shuichi.

Shuichi pouted, brows furrowed a little, "Yuki…"

The writer didn't need to hear anything anymore. He pulled the blankets on them and embraced the singer. That moment of weakness would have to be a wonder for another time. Right now, he had Shuichi in his arms, and he knew they both needed some rest.

Husky uneven breaths steadied and bodies relaxed. Light and darkness swayed and merged until they were in the void of sleeping.