You'll notice I changed the rating from T to M—just to be safe, okay. I don't know if I want 13 year olds to be reading this haha.

Replies to Reviews:

Spiritwind87: I just love how you're so confident XD. She probably won't be as persistent as Tengfei but she has totally different goals here and I think we shouldn't underestimate her. Lmao, Kotaro is going to be getting plenty of rewards from here out-hope he can keep his heart in one piece. Thanks for the review!

Misakiyu: hm, I don't know…I rarely ever work with animals (aside from pets). Somehow, I have a hard time with that—maybe just wrapping my head around the theme, so can't say that'll be happening here…but thanks for the thought lol.

Disclaimer in first chapter.

Chapter 25:

"Auh!" The brunette flinched when something bit the junction of his neck. "Nanashi?! W-what are you doing?!" The younger was so surprised that instead of being happy about the whole ordeal, he was puzzled beyond recognition. Kotaro's toes curled when he noticed the elder suck that very area after. With little to no hesitation, the redhead kissed other spots around his neck and collar bone.

Nanashi inched back to survey the teen who seemed like he was almost at his limit: cheeks on fire, eyes slightly teary as he turned his face away and legs fidgeting continuously. 'Just one kiss and he's already like this—too cute. Crap, he wanted to tease him more.' The thought automatically emerged in his mind. 'Was it the alcohol? No, he only agreed to one drink and he certainly wasn't a light weight.' While he knew he was taking this a little too far, at the same time it felt crude to stop right here. The elder cupped Kotaro's face, forcing him to look at him.

"Just a little more, okay?" He tenderly spoke. The brunette only stared back at him, as if he could resist in his current state. With that, the samurai pecked his burning cheek and gently slid his other hand over his ribs, stomach then to the area between his legs, pressing on it.

The brunette flinched. "Ah! N-Nana—!" His voice almost sounded frightful.

"It's okay." Nanashi reassured in a lowly whisper close to his ear. A part of him was beating himself up for doing this to his innocent little Kotaro. "Sorry, just bear with it." He rubbed the area over the other's clothing. The younger immediately moaned, ashamed he could make such sounds to begin with. Nanashi's hand moved lower at the level of his testes and the teen squeezed his legs automatically.

"Nhm…ah, Na—ha, plea—" Kotaro couldn't fathom the sensations that were circulating all through out his body. 'Is this what adults do—it was down right implausible.' He was feeling so much ecstasy, he wasn't convinced his lower part could take any of it. The younger grinded his legs more to relieve some of that feeling. It felt like something was accumulating solely in the lower part of his body. His toes curled against the cool floor with impatience as he glanced up at Nanashi who wasn't at all as flushed as he was. "Nanashi…so hot…" The teen complained. 'When did the temperature rise this much?'

The younger didn't hear a response back or maybe he was too intoxicated to notice something coming his way. However, he did pick up when Nanashi's hand began stroking him. 'Wait stroked him?' His clothes were still there—he could feel it, but the elder's hand encircled on his hardened member over them. Before long, the mere imagination of his love doing that to his erection was enough to make the teen shudder and release himself.

'That quick…' Nanashi was amazed at how rejuvenated the teen was. Meanwhile Kotaro was still recovering from the butterflies in his stomach, as he panted heavily and felt a sudden drowsiness take over his mind and body. It felt so sticky between his legs, the teen noted every time he made the slightest gesture with his legs. However, his conscious didn't remain awake long enough for him to resolve that and before he knew it he was fast asleep.

The samurai on the other hand, only sat above the younger for minutes after, dumbfounded by his actions. What's more: he was turned on.

…

The next morning, Kotaro shifted here and there before finally cracking his eyes open and stretching his arms. 'Wow, he slept so well for some reason.' He attempted to turn himself until he noticed the skin-skin contact of his legs with themselves. The teen immediately sat up and looked at himself. 'Wha? He was naked down there?!' The only thing he wore was his yukata tied around his waist by his obi but nothing at all underneath that. As he concealed his private parts with his yukata, he also happened to recall the events from last night, evoking a blush. The brunette curiously glanced to his side to see the redhead sleeping peacefully next to him. "What the hell! What were you thinking?!" Kotaro vented some of the steam.

"Mh…why so loud in the morning?" Nanashi frowned.

"You went overboard last night." The teen stated in a matter of fact way. "And why am I naked?"

Nanashi yawned before answering. "You fell asleep. Be grateful, I was forced to wipe you." Once again, the younger's face glowed bright red all the way to his ears.

"Nanashi?"

"Hn?"

"You're a pervert."

"Oh really?" The elder was more awake now, opening his eyes groggily. "Says the person who was moaning non-stop last nigh—"

"Arrghhh! Okay okay we get it!" Kotaro smacked his hands over the other's mouth. "We all have our pride, okay." He pouted. The elder understood and decided to sit up, also spotting the hickey's he left on the teen's neck and one right on his clavicle.

'Why did that seem oddly satisfying?' Nanashi wondered. He was losing it.

*.*.*.*…*.*.*.*

"Thank you again for your hard work Nanashi-kun. Are you sure you don't want to enter?" Anzu insisted as they stood right outside her house.

"I'm fine, thank you." Nanashi politely refused.

"Please, I insist." Not being able to refuse the woman, he entered and took a seat.

"Shall I bring some tea?"

"No, please don't trouble yourself on my behalf—"

"It's no trouble at all." And with that, Anzu ordered one of the maids to fix two cups of tea. When the tea arrived, they quietly sipped it away, neither having anything urgent to say. "So, how is your brother?" She decided to break the ice first.

"He's energetic as always." The elder answered staring at the ripples in his tea.

"I see, how nice."

"It's pretty quiet here—I assume you live alone?" The elder glimpsed around the spacious traditional room with not a sound coming from outside the premises of the room.

"That's correct. And I don't exactly have any siblings so it's usually just the maids and myself here." She sullenly replied.

"I know how that feels." Nanashi scoffed with out thinking.

"Hn? But you do have a younger sibling to keep you company."

'Oh, that's right.' He got carried away for a moment thinking about his past before meeting Kotaro. "Um, actually, there was a time we were separated a bit before we decided to live together…" He lied.

"That's makes sense, that makes us even more similar." She smiled. Nanashi didn't know how to react to that and just averted his eyes, bringing his cup to his mouth again. "Though I am envious, you two are really close."

"Well, he is my family." The samurai expressed a gratifying smile. Anzu was taken away by that expression. She nearly hated the younger for being the one to render such an expression on the other. They were seated in front of each other on the floor with the tea tray between them. She moved the tray aside and scooted closer. "Eh?" Nanashi gasped as Anzu sat only inches away from him, taking his tea cup and placing it down.

"Nanashi-kun, what if I told you to make me your family too?" She ushered. Before the other could say anything, she leaned closer and pressed her red lips on to Nanashi's. The redhead was entirely shocked, he didn't anticipate the possibility of something like this at all. She breached the contact with a faint blush across her cheeks, aware of her actions. The elder grabbed her wrists and politely moved her back.

"I'm sorry Anzu-dono*, but I can't return your feelings. Excuse me." The samurai stood up impulsively. It would be too awkward to stay any longer anyhow. The woman just sat there with her head lowered and expression masked. 'Looks like I'll be searching for a new job now.' The elder troublesomely thought as he approached the door.

"Nanashi-kun." A voice halted him. "I still require that you report for work tomorrow." She demanded. Nanashi was rather dazzled to hear that.

"…I understand." 'Was this a good idea?'

Anzu heaved a sigh after he left. 'Men are so hard to deal with sometimes. It's alright.' She told herself. 'It was too abrupt right now anyways. But given time, she'll make him fall for her.'

…

Nanashi entered the house to be greeted by a sleeping Tobimaru. 'I'm early, the other's probably still at work.' Since the teen would be coming home soon, he resolved to making some dinner for them instead. He set the fire outside towards the backyard which was connected to the forest trees and mounted the pot on top, for some mean soup. While the soup cooked he let his gaze wander past the tall trees, a flashback of the day's events replaying in his mind once.

Why was he so troubled? Here a nice and wealthy girl wanted him but he couldn't respond to that at all. Had it been the past him, he would have effortlessly accepted the proposal simply due to the lack of anything better to do with his life. Wasn't the ultimate goal of everyone in this world to settle down with a family and have kids? He himself had thought no different since it was society's norms. However, now he was rejecting that notion. He didn't want to settle down with Anzu—because he already had a family of his own.

Nanashi lifted his gaze back at the darkening sky. 'He's late.' He realized he was missing the younger already. The elder brought the soup inside the house and slammed it in the corner of the room.

"I'm home~" The brunette announced entering the living room.

"Yo, good timing—let's eat."

"Mn." Kotaro nodded. "Lemme just wash my hands first."

The two of them sat face to face and began sipping on their respective soup bowls. "And then, he complained that we were the one's trying to poison him or something—just because he didn't like the flavor. He ended up creating such a mess, all of us had to stay back just to clean it—what an idiot. Nanashi?"

"Hn?" The redhead seemed spaced out but returned the gaze.

"Were you listening?"

"Ah…yeah what's up?" Nanashi tried to act nonchalant, like his usual self. 'He wasn't listening.' Kotaro internally scowled.

"So how was your work?"

"It was nothing special." The elder shrugged the topic off.

"Okay…"

Nanashi finished first, so stood up with his bowls. "Ah, take mine too, I'm done." Kotaro handed him his dish as well, while he sat there to enjoy the aftermath of the food. Nanashi stood with the emptied bowls and glanced back at the brunette once, who caught the stare and looked up as well. "What's up?"

'I want you to make me your family too.' The words echoed in his mind again.

"Uh…you okay? You just standing there is a little creepy, man." The teen confessed. The elder's eyes trail down to the younger's small thin lips.

'Kotaro had kissed him a few times in the past and frankly it didn't feel so bad.' Subsequently, an image of her kissing him flashed in his mind once. 'That was…lustful, but somehow it felt so wrong…like betraying…' Something in the samurai snapped with realization. 'That's right, at that moment when she kissed me, Kotaro's face flashed in my mind—like he was betraying the teen.' Che. Why did he feel that way?

The brunette was beginning to grow worried as the other's eyes were definitely not focused on him despite being on him. He stood as well and placed a hand on the other's arm. "Nanashi?"

Nanashi's introspections fell apart as he refocused on the teen. He observed the younger's questioning yet slightly concerned countenance. "Kotaro. Kiss me."

Kotaro blinked before taking a step back and shrieking "W-what?! Hey, I don't like that abrupt attitude of yours sometimes."

"Then, can I kiss you?"

"Are you even listening?!" 'He's actually asking before doing, he's not himself at all right now.' "No." The teen rejected causing the elder to look puzzled. "You were really mad the last time I did it, I don't think I can take it if you were to hate me anymore because of that." He elucidated, reading the other's expression. Nanashi recognized a subtle pain behind the younger's eyes as he averted them away.

Without warning, the redhead gripped both the teen's shoulders and smacked his lips on to his. Kotaro's eyes were popping out before he shut them and responded to the kiss.

'The feeling of their lips are…almost the same yet so different.' The samurai's mind was a mess. They separated and Kotaro only stood there in a daze.

"Nanashi…what's wrong? You're acting weird." Kotaro patiently spoke up. 'Yesterday too…' "Does this have to do with her again?" Nanashi averted his eyes without answering and couldn't help but think the teen was sharp sometimes.

'Why would he randomly kiss me?' Kotaro brushed a finger over his lips and surveyed the elder's lips too. 'I-I mean not that I'm complaining or any…thing…huh…red?' The teen noticed some reddish smudge on the elder's lips. His stomach churned before his mouth involuntarily opened. "Did you kiss her?" He asked dreadfully. No answer.

'It had to be true then.' Kotaro felt himself growing sick from the inside all of a sudden, his beating heart shattering at the same time. Before he knew it, he had slapped Nanashi across the face. The elder stared back at him with bewilderment. "You just kissed her—then kissed me?! That's disgusting Nanashi—how could you!" 'Was he only using me?' His eyes were at the brink of tears. And at that moment Nanashi was hit hard on how selfishly he had just been acting. He had just toyed with Kotaro's honest emotions.

"Dammit, I'm so pissed. What, are you thinking of getting together now? She is a woman, you can get married too and build you own family—" The teen's voice was breaking. "I bet it would be better if I just left." Kotaro spouted before turning away.

'No, this is bad.' Nanashi thought. He had a strong feeling the younger would seriously leave him if he let him go right now. The elder caught the other's wrist, holding him back. "Kotaro."

"Don't touch me!" The brunette resisted.

"…I'm sorry." The redhead quietly blurted. Kotaro stopped struggling. 'He apologized too, and so sincerely—he's definitely not himself today.'

*Dono: lord/master

To Be Continued…

Hah, there's more where that came from, but that'll have to wait for next time. And the next scenes are so touching too (!) but I tried not to end on a cliffe today. Sigh I kinda don't wanna stop, but I need to get some school work done also. -_-. The next update won't be in a while too because of that. But thanks as always for reading and please review ^ ^

But damn, 25 chapters already