Takano came out of the basement room; fresh blood coated him from his torture with the Rouge that was captured alive. Apparently the Rouge that stabbed Chiaki and Ritsu had a tracking devise on him. These fucks just followed it and here they were.

He cursed. He should have made sure the whole body was cremated on that very second. He sighed irritable; he was going to kill every single one of those fuckers.

Chiaki appeared before him. "I already took Kirishima back with Yokozawa." Takano nodded.

"Did you check on Ritsu?"

Chiaki nodded. "He's knocked out."

"Good…" Takano cocked his head. Chiaki looked on the verge of collapsing. Usually he took on more than this and yet he never more dead on his feet. "How are you holding out?" Was it the poison? It was only the first day; so far both he and Ritsu survived it.

But what happens now?

"I'll survive."

Takano nodded, still concerned. "Since the staff already called in the construction workers we can go to Tokyo." Chiaki nodded, he grabbed his arm and shifted.

Takano nodded at him and left to his room. He frowned as he entered it, he didn't see Ritsu anywhere. Was he in his room asleep? Takano walked toward his room to find it empty. He turned around and saw a figure on the couch. He looked over to see Ritsu sleeping on his side with his hands tucked in under his head.

Takano watched as Ritsu chest rose and fell with each breath he took, his cheeks were rosier than usual.

Takano sat next to him and stroked his cheek over and over again, loving the smooth feel of him. Loving how innocent he was in this dark wicked world.

Ritsu saved him from the darkness with his beautiful light.

And in return he had thrown him in the darkness.

Takano smiled bitterly at himself.

And yet he still wouldn't give him up.

What a twisted bastard he was.

Takano leaned down, his forehead touching his and studied him close. He looked so tired even in sleep. He must have gone through so much with those two Rouges.

He also reeked of alcohol, Takano drew back frowning, he looked around the room to see a half empty bottle of brandy on the table next to them.

Takano wondered how a drunken Ritsu would be like. He couldn't help the grin forming on his lips.

He shook his head. Ritsu must be exhausted from today's events. Takano picked him up gently and carried him to bed.

Ritsu murmured in his sleep as he smuggled into the quilts. Takano smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Sleep with the Angels."

Takano grinned as he kissed his lips; the faint taste of brandy touched his tongue. His hands reached up to stroke his belly and lover making Ritsu moan in his sleep.

"Then come back to earth and sleep with your devil who would burn in hell for one night in your arms"

-Chiaki

Chiaki paced nervously outside his room for long minutes. He didn't want to face Hatori. Hell he didn't want to be here in the first place he would rather be out fighting Rouges.

He was completely unsure about everything concerning Hatori. The past was like living claws dragging him down.

Hatori opened the door causing Chiaki to jump and yelp.

"Are you coming in or not?" He showed no emotion as he stepped back and waited for Chiaki to come in.

Chiaki blushed madly. "Ah, yeah!" He walked by Hatori who held the door wide open for him.

Hatori stopped him. Chiaki turned around sharply. A wave of unknown emotion ran through him and he inhaled sharply. His touch, though small, evoked a flame inside him.

"You're bleeding Yoshino."

Chiaki blinked. "What?"

Hatori pointed at the blood running down his arm. "Come on." Hatori pulled him down on the chair.

His room was as big as the other rooms, stairs leading to a balcony held as a second room for his drawings, some were hanged on the walls, they were faces from the past. Other than a few chairs and tables his room was empty.

Just as he was. Only memories colored the room.

Hatori pulled his shirt off surprising him.

"Wait here as I get some bandages I found." Hatori got up and went into his room, Chiaki sighed. There was no point in running away; he knew that but facing it head on was frightening in itself.

How were they supposed to act?

How were they going to get along for years to come?

Why did he willingly kiss him?

Was it possible it was the heat of being a newborn?

"Yoshino."

"Huh?" Chiaki looked up to see Hatori studying him. "Ah, it's nothing."

Hatori sat down in front of him and grabbed his arm gently examining the wound on the top of his arm. It was an ugly gash; Chiaki believed it was when one of the two Rouges with swords must have gotten him.

Hatori grabbed a wet towel and cleaned the blood off. It was awkward silence as Hatori bandaged his arm. Chiaki's eyes wondered around the room refusing to meet Hatori's.

"Yoshino, tell me about Hayate." Chiaki jerked, his eyes going wide.

"W-why do you want to know about him?"

"You loved him right?"

Chiaki frowned with confusion. Why did Hatori suddenly want to know about him?

Seeing that expression Hatori continued. "He has your heart right now and I was wondering what kind of man he was that was so important that he would capture all your love."

Chiaki laughed nervously. "That makes no sense-"

"I'm wondering what I have to do to take that heart away from him and make it mine."

Chiaki stood up quickly. "I-I-What?"

Hatori was silent for a moment then said the words that stopped his heart.

"I'm in love with you…though you probably already know that. But I wanted to tell you myself." He also got up slowly and faced Chiaki.

I love you…You probably already…what is he talking about? Chiaki was struck speechless. He couldn't take his eyes off Hatori's.

Hatori continued. "I got into this business because I wanted to be close to you. I was happy when I became your editor."

"I…I never noticed." Chiaki looked away. His heart was beating out of control. Hatori has been in love with him for so long now? How did he not notice that!?

"I made sure you wouldn't." Startled Chiaki looked at him again. "I mean what would you think if you found out how I truly felt about you? Someone you only thought of as a friend." Hatori smiled softly. "You'd think it'll be disgusting, that I've been in love with you since the day we been paired together…"

"Of course I wouldn't." Chiaki said without thought.

Chiaki blinked, wait a minute. I wouldn't mind if I…? Chiaki shook his head. He couldn't. He didn't want Hatori to think that he only went out with him because he looked so much like Hayate…

"Never mind. Let's just…" He kept Hatori's words in his heart but he needed to stop this quickly. He was fragile with the poison beating him down and he didn't need this to add to it.

"Chiaki, I know you love Hayate and I can only hope that you can use me as a substitute for him."

Chiaki's eyes widened. "No! Never!"

Hatori looked down. "I understand that I might not live up for the replacement or worthy enough-"

"Hatori stop! I'm saying that I if go out with you it will be with you! Not Hayate! That's what I was afraid you will be thinking if you and I actually went out."

Stunned silence.

Chiaki blushed as he realized his own words.

Hatori gently smiled. "Then that means I already have some of your heart."

Chiaki blinked. "Ha!?"

Hatori came closer and grabbed him in his arms before he could escape. "I will have your everything Chiaki. I promise you that." Chiaki looked away. Hatori merely grabbed his chin and brought it back to him. Hatori leaned down and kissed him.

Chiaki moaned unable to stop.

Upon hearing the moan Hatori picked him up and carried him to the bed. Chiaki's eyes widened as he saw how Hatori was lost in the desire. Hatori climbed on the bed over him and leaned down to kiss him again.

Once he broke the kiss, Chiaki found himself lying back on the bed under the firm press of his hands. Those blue eyes roamed over ever curve as if Hatori was making love to him already.

Chiaki was trembling, needing Hatori's touch, it been so long since he'd been touched by another and he needed Hatori to be the one.

Hatori finally reached down to graze his callused palms over his hips, his belly, his chest. He unhurriedly explored every nuance of his flesh.

Chiaki reached up to rip off Hatori's shirt. He couldn't hold it anymore. He felt like a new born with his desire raging out of control.

Hatori helped in taking off the shirt and both men moaned as Hatori leaned down for their skin to meet with each other's. It felt so amazing with when flesh rubbed against each other.

Hatori reached down to take the jeans off of both of them. Hatori then guided Chiaki's legs apart making Chiaki blush madly. "Wait Hatori-"

Hattori grabbed him and stroked him to bliss. Chiaki arched his back at the intense pleasure Hatori gave him. Nothing compared. With his other hand Hatori entered him with two fingers slowly getting Chiaki ready for what was to come next. Chiaki reached up and dragged Hatori down for a much needed kiss. Hatori eagerly opened up for him.

Hatori removed his fingers and posited himself between his legs. "Chiaki…" His voice held so much emotion it brought tears to his eyes. He wanted to hold Hatori forever.

Chiaki yelled out as Hatori thrust into him. "Ahhh…Tori….!"

Hatori groaned and slammed into him again. They moved together in perfect sync.

Hatori raked his hands over him again, exploring and adding to the torture.

The pleasure peaked for both of them until they both groaned as they came together.

Chiaki breathed heavily as aftershocks assaulted him. Hatori leaned down to kiss him again and again. Chiaki's breath hitched as Hatori's hands wondered over him, bringing his desire back to life.

Chiaki's eyes widened, Hatori smiled softly and stroked him. He knew that they might stay up all night; Hatori was completely lost to the lust. He cursed himself, he must have held in the desire for so long, he should have at least-

Hatori leaned down to kiss him making him lose rational thought once more.