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Dedicated to: you, my readers.

Warnings: I'm seriously sick of posting them. If you didn't like the last one, then skip this too. (Yeah, I forgot last time. Sorry.) Oh, and Shinobu gets almost raped. Forgive me.

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"Come on, Shinobu. I promise not to disappoint you." Sunao said, holding Shinobu's hips a little tighter than necessary.

"No thank you, I'm perfectly happy with my current boyfriend." Shinobu said, even though they'd broken up. He just had to get Miyagi back.

"What about earlier? You were all over me."

It was true. Shinobu had wanted to forget about him. Enough to go upstairs alone with Sunao. But the whole he'd kept thinking, 'what if Miyagi finds out?'

"So? You're a nice piece of ass, but nothing more." He said still moving his hips to the music downstairs. Just doing this seemed wrong, but he knew Sunao wouldn't let him go until he was satisfied. He'd have to be satisfied with just this, because there was no way Shinobu was going to sleep with him.

Sunao only gripped him tighter, "Do you realize who you're talking to? I'm captain of the football team."

"Yes, and I'm sure your teammates love those football pants on you. Why don't you flirt with them?"

Sunao glared and stood up, getting a grip on Shinobu's arms. He forced Shinobu's hand onto a really personal area. A really hard personal area. "You did that. Now, take care of it."

"What…" Shinobu was then pushed onto his knees.

"Now, bitch. Don't make me tell you again."

"Dude, I'm not interested." Shinobu said, getting him a kick in the gut.

Sunao grabbed him by his hair, "Now, or I'll get a couple of my friends. I'm sure your hole's wide enough for that."

Shinobu winced as his hair was pulled, he could hear a zipper being pulled down. He did have much of a choice. He opened his mouth, trying to think about Miyagi. If he could just pretend it was… No. That was wrong. This was after guy. Miyagi would never forgive him.

Shinobu bit down, hard enough to make Sunao bleed. But not only that. Sunao was screaming and doubled over.

The door swung open and a couple football players stepped in. One ran to Sunao trying to figure out what happened. The other chased Shinobu downstairs. He finally caught him in the living room and beat the hell out of him, as if it were a crime that Sunao could no longer reproduce. Most people would think he'd done society a favor, but his friends apparently weren't that smart.

He'd ended up stumbling outside and calling the only person he wanted to talk to. Miyagi.

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Shinobu sat up, breathing hard. His dreams had ever taunted him with the memories of the party. He sniffled, looking at the clock. It was almost two AM. He lay back down, trying to remember where he was.

An arm encircled his waist causing him to jump and struggle. NO! Please, no, he thought, panicking.

"Whoa, it's okay." Miyagi's voice said, immediately calming him down. As if dealing with a scared animal, he let Shinobu go and instead began whispering that everything would be all right.

"No,"

"No?" Miyagi asked.

"No, keep holding me. Please." he added the last part remembering that things weren't even normal with them anymore.

Miyagi put his arm around Shinobu again, holding him against his own body. Shinobu sighed, relaxing against him. Everything about Miyagi seemed comforting. Enough that he began wondering if the horrible memories were only a dream. But his eye hurt too much for it to have been a dream.

"Please tell me I'm not getting a black eye." Shinobu said, breathing in Miyagi's scent.

Miyagi chuckled, saying, "I think it might."

"Hell,"

"You seem to be feeling better. You want to talk about what happened?"

"No," Shinobu said quickly. He wanted to forget. He just wanted to be with Miyagi. And to brush his teeth.

"Please talk to me, Shinobu. I want to help you." When Shinobu didn't answer he said, "You know, whatever happened I still love you and I'll still be here for you."

"You sound like a Hallmark movie."

"Lifetime exactly. Your sister loved to watch this one movie on there about a woman who got raped, and her boyfriend comforted her and stuff. But then, it turned out to be him. I think it may still be recorded on there."

"Thanks a lot, that's soo comforting to hear Miyagi. You're really Sunao. Great."

"Who?"

"Nevermind!" Shinobu said quickly. He really didn't want to talk about what happened. "I told you earlier, he didn't do anything."

"Then why were you crying so much when I picked you up?"

"I'm fine,"

"Tell me the truth, Shinobu."

Shinobu's eyes watered again, and he briefly told Miyagi a bit of what happened. Of course he didn't mention any names this time. He really didn't want to know what Sunao would do if Shinobu told anyone about it.

Miyagi listened. Shinobu could see how angry he was just by watching him. When he was done, he begged Miyagi not to tell anyone. He didn't promise anything, but he did get Miyagi to cuddle with him until he fell back asleep. It was a small victory, but one Shinobu was happy with.

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Nowaki stared at Hiroki's sleeping face. He couldn't help thinking how beautiful his partner was. He'd never be able to tell him of course. He wasn't even allowed to say he was cute. He smiled imagining Hiroki's face if he suddenly said, 'Oh, by the way, you're beautiful when you're asleep.' He'd be murdered in an insist.

Hiroki was smiling too, not something many people got to see. Nowaki leaned down to kiss him one last time before spooning up behind him. He held Hiroki closer, wishing he could always have Hiroki in his arms. He really didn't want to leave.

"Hiro-san?" Nowaki whispered, as he leaned against him.

Nowaki didn't expect Hiroki to answer him, and he didn't. Nowaki really didn't want to wake him up. But all of a sudden, he really just wanted to tell him what was going on. He needed to tell Hiroki.

"Hiro-san, I'm really sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I really would have, it was just hard to say. But, I have to tell you. I… We can't be together anymore."

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Hiroki went stiff. He didn't want to believe what Nowaki had just said.

No, he told himself, I heard wrong. It was just another love confession or a prank or something. Keep pretending to be asleep so you don't have to answer.

Hiroki knew he'd heard right and he could just feel his heart breaking as he lay there in Nowaki's arms.

No, keep it together. Don't cry! You can't cry in front of anyone…

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Nowaki could feel Hiroki's breathing speed up beside him. So, he was awake…

"Hiro-san, I'm sorry. I really don't want to leave you, but I don't have a choice." He said, hugging Hiroki tighter, "Please, don't cry."

But Hiroki was crying. And shaking.

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Hiroki wasn't able to hold back his tears. This was his second heartbreak within the month. And he wasn't just going to sit there and take it like he had before.

Ungracefully, he turned and rolled Nowaki under him. "No," he said, turning the sadness he felt into anger. Nowaki couldn't dump him! He'd let Akihiko break his heart, but Akihiko hadn't known how he felt. Nowaki did, and Hiroki wouldn't let him get away with it.

He kissed Nowaki hard, showing the more dominate side of him. Nowaki kissed him back, like he always did, gently, as if he still cared about him. But this time Hiroki wasn't letting himself by swept away by it.

Nowaki put his arms around Hiroki, holding him closer. Hiroki ended the kiss quickly, no need to let Nowaki get too comfortable. But that didn't mean he was going to leave it at that. No, he needed Nowaki to see how important he was.

Hiroki began trailing his lips down Nowaki's bare chest. Nowaki's heart began pounding a little louder as he went lower. Hiroki stopped at his navel, pausing to look up at Nowaki before he got to where Nowaki really wanted to be touched. Nowaki looked confused, excited but still confused by Hiroki's attractions.

"Hiro-san, I love you," he said, one hand caressing Hiroki's face before tangling into his hair.

"I love you too, you asshole." Hiroki replied, lowering his head.

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Misaki shivered. He was completely naked, and in bed with his brother's best friend. Talk about awkward.

Misaki turned to look at the now sleeping demon next to him. The confused feelings he'd had before were nothing compared to how he felt now. He liked Akihiko, he really did, but not that much. He liked him as a friend.

And Akihiko… was probably the same way, he decided. There was no way he could be over Misaki's brother already. He was probably just using Misaki as a replacement.

Misaki got up and began pulling his clothes back on. He didn't care anymore. He felt bad for Usami, and liked him. But Misaki was no one's replacement. And he wasn't going to let Usami take advantage of his confusion like that. And he sure as hell wasn't going to stick around.

"Misaki," Akihiko muttered in his sleep, causing him to stop. Misaki watched him for a few moments as the older boy hugged of all things, a stuffed bear, and cuddled it.

"Weird," he said, standing in front of Akihiko's mirror and attempting to fix his hair. It was hopeless though, Akihiko was pretty wild. Misaki was sure his hair would never recover from this messy-ness anytime soon.

Ironically that was when he reached into his pocket and found what Takahiro had given him earlier. It was cursed, Misaki decided. He tossed it over his shoulder before turning back to the door.

"Damn Takahiro! Why did he have to…"

"What is this?" an all too familiar voice asked.

Misaki blushed as Akihiko stepped between him and the door, holding what he'd just thrown.

"Nothing, just something Takahiro gave me." He said, shrugging.

"Sure did him a lot of good."

"Ah, yeah. Can I go now?"

"What's wrong, Misaki?" Akihiko suddenly asked.

"It's it obvious?"

"Well, no. I understand that many people enjoy sex, I am one of them. But you seem… off."

"I'm off?" Misaki asked, raising his voice, "You just… I'm not Takahiro's replacement and if that's what you see me as I'm leaving."

Akihiko frowned, "You feel like I'm using you to replace Takahiro?"

Misaki slapped his forehead, "How slow can you be?"

"I… No, Misaki, I don't think of you that way. I like you a lot."

"Sure you do," Misaki said, trying to step past him.

"Wait! Misaki, I love you!"

"What?"

"I love you. You're not Takahiro's replacement."

"Why," he said, trying to laugh it off, "You're just trying to make me feel better so you can keep using me, huh?"

"Remember when we kissed?" Usami said, stepping closer to Misaki, "It was when I lost Takahiro. And you… You knew how I felt, even while I fooled everyone else. And then you cried for me. We barely knew each other! And well, I just thought, 'he's the one.'"

Misaki wanted to believe it. But… It just seemed impossible that Akihiko could really like him.

"And as for trying to make you feel better, well I don't see a reason for you to be upset. Having such an amazing Fanfiction writer love you is an honor."

Misaki heart began thumping in his chest as Akihiko stood right in front of him and leaned down to steal a kiss. He didn't push Akihiko away, though he pretended not to enjoy it as much as he did.

Misaki had no clue what he was in for. But he did know, for some strange reason, he still liked Usami Akihiko and wanted to remain by his side.

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Thanks to everyone who has been reviewing. And those who have reviewed the Egoist Parody!

I hope it does seem very much like the manga. Although I think Hiroki was a little too forceful in this one. And I changed it so Nowaki did tell him, sort of. Well, keep reviewing and tell me if there's something you want to see! And yeah, Hiroki's parents are going to find things out very soon.