Ruki and Kai were sitting outside, enjoying the last few days of summer. Ruki blinked as a piece of popcorn hit his forehead.

"Did you just throw popcorn at me?" Ruki asked, looking over at Kai. Kai was covering his mouth, trying to hold back a giggle. Ruki raised an eyebrow. Kai buried his head in his knees. When he looked up again, he was hit with a piece of popcorn that bounced off his nose.

"Hey!" Kai squealed as he was bombarded with popcorn, thrown by Ruki. They both stopped short when the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" Kai announced, jumping out of his seat. Ruki jumped up after him.

"No, I'll get it!" Ruki retorted, not because he wanted to open the door, but for the joy of the chase. Well, chasing Kai at least. Kai and Ruki chased each other down the hallway, nearly knocking down pictures, huge grins on their faces.

Reaching the door, Kai twisted the knob and swung the door open. His smiled disappeared at what he saw.

"Who is it, Kai? Let me see!" Ruki said excitedly. Kai blocked the door so Ruki c couldn't see, and stared at the person that stood on his doorstep.

"Nobody. It's nobody," Kai said, closing the door after giving the person one last horrified look. Ruki looked at him for a moment before his eyes went wide.

"Another prank?" Ruki rolled his eyes and went back down the hallway, into the kitchen. Kai leaned his head back against the door. What was he doing back here?

Hearing the click of the mail slot, he turned around to see a folded piece of paper with his scribbly handwriting.

Meet me at the bridge outside of town at midnight.

Kai hurried down the dark street. There were no street lights because of the fact that it was outside of town. People rarely come down this road. It was here that Kai and Gackt met.

(Don't hate me too much! It was the only person I could think of that matched the character I needed)

"What do you want?" Kai said, shutting the car door. He walked over to where the other man stood on t he bridge.

"What? I can't show up unexpectedly to see my boyfriend?" Gackt said, smirking as Kai stood before him.

"You know very well I left you," Kai said, narrowing his eyes, not trusting him one bit.

"And what he has that I don't, I'll never know." Gackt took a step closer to Kai, who back up a few steps to distance himself.

"He's not like you. He never hits me," Kai muttered. Gackt smirked what Kai described as an evil smile.

"Then how will you learn?" he said with an overly serious tone, "He doesn't know you're here, does he?" Kai glared at him. Gackt laughed. "I didn't think so."

Gackt roughly pulled Kai to him. Kai tried to pull away, but couldn't stop a moan come from between his lips as Gackt ravished his neck. He hated himself for not pulling away.

"Now he knows you're mine," Gackt whispered into kai's ear. Kai's eyes opened wide. No! Covering the spot on his neck, Kai pushed away, but was caught off guard as Gackt pushed him. He felt t he railing against his balance, he fell o over into the rushing waters below.

Reita picked up his phone from the night table. Ignoring Aoi's gaze, he opened the phone, and put it to his ear.

"H-Hello?" Reita struggled to say, digging his nails into Aoi's bare back. Aoi moaned, kissing Reita's neck.

"Reita! I'm glad you picked up! Hey, listen," Ruki's voiced sounded over the phone, trembling like his was trying not to cry.

"Yeah?" was all Reita managed to get out.

"I can't stop freaking out because-," Reita didn't hear t he rest of what Ruki was trying to say as Aoi took the phone from him.

"We're, uh, very, mmm, busy. Phone back later," Aoi said, fighting back a moan as he spoke into the phone. Before Ruki had a chance to say anything, Aoi hung up. Moments later, the phone rang again. Aoi held Reita's hands above his head as he continued his train of sensual kisses. The answering machine beeped.

"GUYS! KAI'S MISSING, SO S TOP FUCKING AND GET OVER HERE AND HELP ME FIND HIM!" Ruki's voice screamed through the speaker in a mix of pain, anger, and fright. Reita and Aoi froze. T he answering machine clicked, signalling that Ruki had hung up. Aoi and Reita stared at each other for a minute in silence before what Ruki s aid registered in their minds and they hurried off the bed, grabbing their clothes off t he floor and bolted out the door.

As they pulled into the driveway, a crying Ruki ran out to meet them. Reita rushed around the car to where Ruki stood. Ruki buried himself into Reita's arms. Reita rubbed his back and comforted him, giving Aoi a worried look. Taking in the scene around him, Aoi felt himself crumbling.

It's all falling apart.

"Miyavi, how can I walk if my eyes are closed?" Uruha questioned, nearly running into the wall if Miyavi hadn't stopped him.

"This way," he replied, taking Uruha's hand and carefully leading him up t he stairs. "You have to keep your eyes closed, or it will ruin the surprise."

At the top of the stairs, Miyavi let go of Uruha's hand. Uruha didn't move.

"Miyavi?"

"Follow my voice," Miyavi said a little ways away. Uruha took careful s steps, hands outstretched, searching for Miyavi.

Feeling Miyavi's hand, Uruha entwined his fingers with Miyavi's. Miyavi pulled Uruha to him, wrapping an arm around his waist.

At first, Uruha could smell the sweet fragrances that came from the candles. Their room was filled with them. Each one was a bright red, and gave off a delicious rose and cinnamon smell. Uruha smiled.

"Miyavi…" Uruha started, but stopped and kissed Miyavi instead. Miyavi wrapped his arms around Uruha's waist, stepping into the room and closing the door. Uruha pushed Miyavi against the wall without breaking the kiss. Surprised by the sudden action, Miyavi stopped the kiss, looking into Uruha's eyes. Uruha looked back, almost hungrily, which again shocked Miyavi.

"Are you sure you want this?" Miyavi had to ask, not sure what had overcome Uruha, although he wasn't complaining. Uruha replied by kissing Miyavi roughly, biting Miya's lover lip. Miyavi moaned, pulling Uruha closer to him again.

Uruha immediately began working on Miyavi's shirt, unbuttoning it with haste. Miyavi took his hands gently, slowing him down.

"Slow down. Take your time. Enjoy it," Miyavi whispered to him, b before tilting Uruha's head up and kissing him sweetly. Uruha dared to kiss back.

He would never tell, but Uruha was nervous. What was going to happen was a big mystery to him, and he was a little scared. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew that he wanted this; more than anything.

"Be gentle," Uruha pleaded, thinking to himself how stupid he must sound. Miyavi breathed lightly, kissing Uruha's skin softly.

"Always," he whispered before Uruha head was laid back against the sheets, and his eyes closed; a smile on his lips and a gasp in his voice.