A/N: I'm back with more. Tamaki dukes it out with Makira at work. Chaos ensues.

I just finished D. Gray-Man today (want more of it, onegai...and had to space the D and Gray on purpose, or else it won't show o.o), and was SO itching to write a story for that series, but as I got down to it . . . Nothing would come to me! T_T I just can't do it for this anime! No matter what I try to write, it comes out as strange or oddly embarrassing to me. XD Maybe I'll just go read others' fictions of it instead.

m(_ _)m So sorry, Allen, Tiedoll, Miranda, and everyone else! No particular reason as to why I listed just those three character's names. They just came to my mind as I was typing. And might I as well say Miranda has a rockin' cool ability, but it's also kinda disheartening to have her power at the same time.

Tamaki's going to be a complete RETARD . . . You have been warned. Might wanna tape your mouth shut, in fear of laughing too much. I know I sure as hell did as I was typing it. Perhaps you will too, while reading it. Or maybe not. _

This is gonna be pretty short. Don't have the heart to make it long, and whether I continue this will depend on my mood. It may be the next day I pop out another chappy, or it could be months from now.

Written in narrator's (that's me :D) POV . Read at your own leisure. THIS IS YAOI, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. Thank you.

Made For Two - No Matter What
By: LadyYuina

"It seems I have miscalculated your actual height, Takasugi." Makira said, not looking the least bit worried (as most stylists usually turn out to be). "Please take those off and I will have them altered."

"Why not just let me wear them this way?" Tamaki asked. Just this once he felt like picking on the other man a bit. "They feel fine to me."

"I'm not going into a debate. Please remove the clothing so I can alter them."

Tamaki tsked, and began to strip where he stood.

"Don't do it here where people can see you. Go to your own personal dressing room, will you?"

"What are you? A fucking chicken-head of a mother? Geeze, I don't need lecturing from some homophobe like you."

Makira halted in mid-movement, following it up with an, "excuse me?"

"You freaking heard me, Makira. I don't need to repeat myself."

Makira did not react as Tamaki hoped, and seeing as this was spoiling the fun, he decided to tag something else into the mix. "What if I told you Hotaka was gay, would you believe me?"

His response. "I have no reason to, Takasugi. Please do not make those sort of jokes. People do not take to them lightly."

"He's seeing me, so doesn't that make him gay to some degree?" Tamaki asked. "He and I have even done it together before. You know, butt-fucking and all."

"Absurd."

"No, it's all true! You can ask him yourself!"

"I'd rather not."

"Why not? It's not like he's gonna deny it . . . Or, actually, he probably would. And then when he and I are alone together, he's gonna yell at me for telling you such a embarrassing thing."

"Takasugi, please . . ."

"Oh! I have proof, Makira!" Tamaki smiled to himself as he recalled snapping a picture of Hotaka's naked body (while he was asleep, of course). "My cell phone! I have a picture on there that I can show you, if you won't believe me!"

Before Makira could protest again, Tamaki had shoved his now open cell phone towards his face. His gaze immediately riveted to the tiny screen, eyes widening in surprise. With this image alone, there was no denying the indecency that had went through between the two mentioned men. (In truth, the image was taken on the night Tamaki had drugged the poor guy, and after having done it several times, he decided to take a snapshot for safekeeping).

"Hehe, you can see the come around his legs, can't you?" Tamaki laughed. "They were mine."

Makira backed away then, as if wanting to distance himself from Tamaki. The shocked look on his face was still glued in place, and now Tamaki was wondering if he was going to continue looking that way.

"Tongue-tied? Aren't you going to say anything?"

After a brief moment. "W-well, what you and Hoshizune do together is none of my concern. That was quite uncalled for, Takasugi."

"What? You were the one who wouldn't believe me when I told you he and I have butt sex."

"That's not the point . . . We need to get back to work."

"Hotaka and I met at a gay bar, ya know. He was drinking by himself and looking rather down, but I wasn't sure why and neither did I ever ask. It was that night when we first did it. Can you believe he was an anal virgin?"

Makira's once stunned expression now turned into that of anger. "Takasugi, would you please stop? I do not wish to hear any more of your personal stories. Keep them to yourself."

"Ah, fine, fine, I'll go get changed, then. You definitely are a homophobe."

Makira said nothing further and simply waited for Tamaki to leave the room. As soon as he did, he found himself slumping down into the nearest chair - this was very shocking news, indeed. He had been told there were gay men who tended to hide their sexuality, if afraid of being found out, but never in his wildest dreams did he believe he would of actually met one in the flesh.

A minute or two later.

"Yohoo, Makira, here's the stupid outfit."

"Ah, thank you. I will get these modified as soon as possible, so you may leave for the day."

"Awww, but I wanna stay a bit longer so I can talk to the homophobe."

"Don't use such a detestable word."

"You are one yourself," Tamaki said. "Calling it detestable is one thing, but hearing it from you sounds a little funny, when you are, in fact, a--."

"Enough, will you! You've gotten your point across, so please leave it at that."

"I'll stop when I feel like it, understand? You were the one being an asshole the other day; it's only fair I get to tell you of some of things only homos and people who do anal intercourse would know. Here's a good one: when doing anal intercourse, the pain of being entered doesn't ever actually go away, but instead the person being taken is letting the pain be pushed to the back of their mind . . . Letting the pleasure of it be their focal point. I've experienced this first-hand, and let me tell you something else, the first time for anyone is never fun. You'll always get the jeebies and unintentionally squeeze too hard. Hotaka did that to me on his first time, and it hurt like a bitch. It also doesn't help either that men can't make themselves wet, and neither can they open up as wide as women can. It's a shame, really."

When Tamaki had taken the time to stop talking and look at the other man in the face, it looked as if Makira wanted to throttle him silly. There was even a vein or two popping up around his neck - disgusting.

"You look as if you'd like to choke me. You'd go to jail though, whether you'll kill me or not. Intent alone is reason enough."

"If you don't get out of my face right now, I don't think I would mind trying. Would you care to stick around and find out, Takasugi?"

Tamaki gulped, somehow feeling Makira wasn't bluffing. He did look awfully angry (very understandable), and there was always a breaking point, even for a seemingly well-composed man like Makira himself.

"As if I'd ever let you ruin my beautiful face! I'm outta here!"

Tamaki bolted for the door as fast as he could. At least he got some sort of payback, right?

No Matter What: END

2nd A/N: Remember, I don't really know anything about actual homos. Whether the pain recedes or not during anal intercourse, I completely made up because I have absolutely no idea. XD