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DISCLAIMER: I do not own Junjo Romantica~ Sadly… I also do not own:

Izumiya Kenta

Izumiya Yuudai

Christian Wolfe

I DO own:

Tsukuyomi Family

Watanabe Tatsuya

Sato Toshiro

Isabella Romeo

Tsuchigaki Hideo

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT WITHIN! PURE BL~!

Chapter Twenty-Nine: Lights Out in the Tsukuyomi Penthouse!

If there was one thing Yuudai learned from the experience of sitting and being waited on and watching young guys undress and redress… Well, it was hard to remember because he was so distracted.

"Would you like another drink, Izumiya-sama?" Karasu asked, uneasily as he held the third drink Yuudai had gulped down. Yuudai glanced at him out the corner of his eye almost uncaringly before looking back at the shoots.

"Something to eat that isn't cheap like the other food you wasted your time bringing over here. You ever hear of fast food?"

"Er, Hideo-sama says it's too fatty for the models…" Karasu's voice drifted when Yuudai looked straight up at him with an almost devilish smirk.

"Bullshit. Go get me something to eat." Yuudai stated with enough authority to make Karasu bow his head multiple times hurriedly.

"Yes, Izumiya-sama." Karasu whipped around and grabbed his keys, racing from the photo shoot room. Yuudai smirked and glanced back toward the workers, reaching to the tray beside him to grab a drink. A hand clamped on his shoulder and made him jump in his seat, mentally cursing himself for doing so. Hideo stood beside him, a very faint smile on his face.

"Enjoy yourself, Izumiya-san?" He asked calmly, lifting his hand as he felt Yuudai growing tense under his touch. Yuudai's blue eyes glowed for a split second, as if he were trying to figure out why Hideo was even talking to him, before they cooled and he gave the man a flat stare.

"Sure, whatever…" Yuudai looked back. Hideo was an odd man from first glance. It seemed he hardly knew any expression and his posture screamed business man who doesn't joke. His eyes seemed to be a big wall that pushed everyone out. He reminded Yuudai of a creepy pedophilic teacher at a university.

"Izumiya-san, do you happen to have some free time on your hands?" Hideo asked casually, nodding to one of the other workers to bring him a chair. Yuudai watched him suspiciously before looking away.

"I'm a busy guy… But I might be able to make some space, but it depends on what and how much I get paid for it." He replied. Hideo nodded as he took a seat beside Yuudai, drumming his fingers on the wooden arm of the chair.

"Oh, of course… You probably have a lot of use for money."

"Oh yea."

"I was hoping, since we have no one with your particular features, that you might consider doing a few posters and calendar shoots." Hideo said, cutting right to the chase as he glanced at Yuudai out the corner of his eye. Yuudai was leaning on his knuckles, watching the cameras flash and some of the suspicious positions of the other models before he shrugged, sitting up straight as Karasu ran over with his food.

"Dunno. If you're planning on those kinds of poses, forget about it." He said, taking the food without so much as a thank you before waving Karasu off.

"Oh, no, of course not… You're built for different positions. I'm sure you're familiar with a thing well known amongst females known as BL?" Hideo asked. Yuudai tried not to laugh as he definitely knew what that stood for. He brushed his hand by his mouth to hide the smirk he wore before looking back at Hideo with the best uninterested expression he could make.

"Sounds familiar…"

"Yes, well, my company is particularly popular amongst the female population of Japan, America, France, and England. I distribute posters, calendars, and even booklets to all of those countries of mostly BL. My sales have gone up, which also means that my models get paid more. Particularly those who consent to more graphic types."

"Graphic types." Yuudai echoed. Oh, he liked the idea of getting his hands on everyone, especially those he knew were below him. However, something in the back of his mind was smacking him and telling him that it was all a bad idea. He didn't really want cameras in on his face while he was busy doing his job. He averted his eyes.

"It shouldn't be a problem for you," Hideo went on, noticing Yuudai's doubtful expression, "Someone like you might even get paid higher than other models in the agency. Not to mention, you'd probably become more popular than you already are, am I right? It's a win-win for you." Yuudai frowned, leaning on his knuckles.

"There's always a catch."

"There'd be a catch if you were straight."

"And who said I wasn't?"

"The fact that you were threatening my client if he touched Riku-chan." Hideo replied, looking in the other direction. Yuudai sweat dropped and made a mental note to not be so loud when he threatened people before rolling his eyes, glancing at the clock.

"I have to take the brat home." He said and got to his feet. Hideo watched him with the same blocked off eyes.

"I'll give you all the time you want to think about it." He said. Yuudai nodded, then looked up at Riku, who managed to escape Isabella's flailing hugs and whatnot. They had used a good amount of make up to hide the bruise on his face, but from Riku's wince, it obviously still hurt.

"Get dressed," Yuudai commanded to Riku, who yelped in surprise when Yuudai had come up behind him, "We're going."

"Uh, right… You don't need to scare me to death." Riku mumbled.

"I didn't. You're just a scaredy cat." Yuudai replied, looking the other way when Riku glared at him before going into the lounge. Riku twitched, but found that he wasn't all that surprised when the spot where he left his clothes was seen empty. He groaned, however. He couldn't go back home in just a crème yukata, nothing underneath at all, particularly if he was riding on that deathtrap Yuudai called a bike.

"Don't take your time," Yuudai said from behind him, before frowning, "And your clothes?" Riku shifted uncomfortably, reaching up to brush the hair out of his face, but it just fell back.

"Uh… Good question…"

"You lost them? How much time do you think I have on my hands, huh?"

"I didn't do it on purpose! It's been happening ever since I got here…" Riku muttered bitterly, sighing in exasperation. Yuudai frowned, folding his arms and leaning on the doorway.

"Well, I don't have time for you to hang around and whine about it. You'll just have to go home in that."

"I'm practically naked! I am NOT getting on that stupid bike in just a yukata-" Riku cut off, yelping out loud when Yuudai lifted him up over his shoulder. Riku gasped, blushing red in embarrassment.

"Y-Yuudai-sama, stop! Put me down!" He cried. Yuudai ignored him, taking him out into the lobby, where they earned some stares.

"I'm not going to listen to you whine and bitch about how cold it is and how my driving is bad. Says you, who can't even drive." He muttered. Riku twitched.

"Th-That's just because I never thought I'd need to drive!"

"It's called being prepared." Yuudai replied flatly and hit the buttons the elevator, dropping Riku as soon as the doors shut. Riku winced, rubbing the side of his head and jerking the yukata as close as he could to himself. Yuudai took off his coat and dropped it on Riku, who yelped.

"Put that on." He stated. Riku blinked, then threw the coat off as it stank of cigarettes and alcohol.

"What? But… Aren't you going to be cold?" He asked, looking up at Yuudai, who glanced at him for a moment before looking away. He's such an idiot. I could freaking rip his arm off with my teeth and he'd ask if my teeth were all right. Yuudai thought with an eye roll.

"It's fine, just put the damn thing on." He ordered. Riku huffed and put the coat on, standing up and fumbling to button some of the buttons on the coat. He gasped when Yuudai grabbed his wrist, leading him out when they came to the ground floor. Yuudai-sama is in a hurry… What the hell is he trying to beat? Riku thought with a wince and he immediately shivered when he got outside as the air was icy cold, the snow curling across the sidewalk and roads.

Riku had no choice, but to hop on the bike with Yuudai and hang on tighter than he had before as he shivered. Yuudai shot off down the street, a bit more smoothly this time as he yawned a little. He smirked a little as he felt Riku's hands against his lower torso.

I'll make it to the penthouse before Daiki does… Find Akira, get in bed and fool around for the rest of the night. I'm not as sore as I was either, which makes things much better… I just need someone in that fucking apartment to get rid of Daiki. That asshole is detouring everything that I do. Yuudai thought, frowning as he tensed in annoyance at the mere thought of the man. He drove off a bit faster before pulling into the parking lot.

He slid off the bike, helping Riku seeing as he looked exhausted enough to fall over. They headed inside, Yuudai glancing around the parking lot to see if Daiki's car was still there, but saw no signs and sighed, feeling as if a huge weight had just left his shoulders.

In the penthouse, Yuudai took his jacket back from Riku, who headed to his room, muttering about terrible driving. Yuudai smirked and rolled his eyes, heading into kitchen after dropping his jacket carelessly onto the open sofa. He stepped into the kitchen and was caught by surprise when someone grabbed him, easily pinning him against the wall by the door. Yuudai jerked his head up to snap at them, but froze.

"The hell…?" He managed as Daiki stood over him, a pleasant smile on his face.

"Evening. You were out all day with Riku. How was it?"

"If you're thinking I did anything to the little brat, I didn't!"

"And how can I believe a cheating little liar like you?"

"Fine, fuck you! Don't believe me, but it's true. Go ask the little snot!" Yuudai snapped angrily. Daiki glared at him for a split second before smirking and getting on his hunches in front of the man, who was now slumped in the corner between the wall and counter.

"If you think that's going to stop me from touching you, it's not." He said and grabbed Yuudai's face, jerking their lips together roughly and causing a droplet of blood to leak down his cheek. Yuudai squirmed and jerked away, moving to dart away, but Daiki grabbed him and slammed him hard into the corner. Yuudai's head hit the corner of the counter and he gasped, his hand automatically shooting up to touch the wound on the side of his head. Daiki caught his hand and smashed it against the counter.

"Ow! Asshole!" Yuudai cursed, but Daiki stuck his face in Yuudai's, his eyes narrowed a bit dangerously.

"I was going to settle for something simple today, seeing as I had a hard day of work, but if you want to make things complicated, be my guest." Daiki replied calmly and used his free hand to shove Yuudai into the counter again as he was trying to move. The older man pushed Yuudai's head up to expose his neck, giving him the chance to bite and add more to the hickeys dotting his throat. Daiki smirked as Yuudai wriggled in his grip, spitting shaky curses.

"This is good," He murmured against Yuudai's throat, licking a hot trail down to Yuudai's collarbone and chest, "You're starting to realize that you can't stop, hm? That's excellent. I'm glad you're learning some obedience…"

"Am… Not…" Yuudai managed, trying to shove Daiki back, but failing pitifully as Daiki leaned in to bite his neck again. The door to the kitchen flung open, smacking Daiki in the back. The man flinched as he instinctively bit down on Yuudai's neck, making him yell in pain and shove him.

"Hey!" Yuudai's body tensed in horror as he jerked his head up to see Riku stumble out of the way of the door as he flung back shut when Daiki was shoved back. Yuudai was on his feet in an instant. This all happened in a few short seconds. Riku just stared as he bumped his back into the counter nearby. Daiki stood up slowly, rubbing the back of his neck and using his free hand to wipe blood from his mouth.

"Sorry, did I hurt you, Riku?" He asked, looking at his nephew. Riku stiffened and just shook his head quickly. Instead of the crème yukata, he now wore just a big-shirt and a pair of boxers, his hair wet from a shower. Daiki smiled at him warmly, all traces of the sex-craved man vanishing. Yuudai glared at Daiki for it.

Che! The asshole! He's still trying to play the good guy even after getting caught… He thought, his eye twitching. However, it was obvious Riku was speechless as he said nothing, but merely flinched faintly when Daiki patted his head and walked out the door, glancing sideways at Yuudai just before he stepped out. Immediately, Yuudai had Riku against the counter, a pinching the boy's cheek and giving it a tug.

"If you say one word of this to anyone, I'll smash your face into the floor." He threatened icily, his blue eyes glowing. Riku whined a little, squeezing his eyes shut in pain.

"Ow! All right, got it… You don't have to pinch me so hard…" He mumbled after Yuudai let go so he could rub his cheek. Yuudai glared at him.

"I do. I swear, you better keep your mouth shut. I should get you for just having caught it." He muttered. Riku's eyes widened visibly and his body tensed as if expecting to get hit, but Yuudai didn't bother, stepping back with a scowl, glancing at the door.

Ugh, well, that's one good thing about Riku catching us… He's gone. For now. He thought with an exasperated sigh. Riku averted his eyes, shifting from foot to foot.

"Uh… How long has he been doing that?" He asked innocently, glancing up past his hair at Yuudai, who glared at him, folding his arms over his chest.

"It's none of your business."

"Is to," Riku protested, blushing lightly, as if getting ready for embarrassment, "If Daiki is bothering you…! Well, then, I'll tell Kazuya to make him go away. I don't want Daiki around if he's going to act like that. I mean, well… No offense, but I don't like you all that much, but it's still not right that he picks on you like that. Especially like that."

Yuudai stared at him, his arms still folded. 'Make him go away', huh? And what the hell is there not to like about me? Whatever, but if he can make Daiki go away… He thought, then shrugged, looking away.

"All right," He replied, making Riku blink, "Make him go away. Tell Kazuya that Daiki's been annoying you. Use whatever excuse you want, but get him out of here and I might do something for you."

"Might isn't very reassuring." Riku mumbled, then yelped when Yuudai slammed a hand by his head on the wall. Yuudai smirked down at him, bringing a finger up to tip Riku's head so their faces almost touched as he leaned down slightly.

"Might is better than not offering at all. Come on, you don't want Daiki to hang around here doing that kind of stuff. Who knows? He might grab another target too." He added, seeing Riku's eyes widen. Riku squirmed away from him, leaning his back on the island counter, waving a hand in Yuudai's direction.

"No, no! I'll make him go away! I think I rather you not offer at all!" He managed. Yuudai shrugged.

"Have it your way then. Just do it soon." He commanded before making his way to the fridge. Riku just twitched and bolted from the kitchen, leaving Yuudai to laugh a bit to himself. Riku huffed as he walked to his room, hugging himself and warming up his arm to get rid of the goose bumps.

That creep! I shouldn't even be doing this for him! What's he ever done for me anyway? Well… Except for take me to work… And make Aoi leave me alone… Ugh, well, as soon as Kazuya comes home, I'm going to tell him to make Daiki go away. Then I can go back to everything being normal. Or, kind of… And it doesn't look like Christian is going to come around again either… Ugh, my life sucks. Riku concluded with a sigh, shutting the door behind him and walking to his bed.

He flopped down and fell asleep, dreading the next day. He really didn't want Yuudai giving him rides to work every day or else he'd feel like he'd own the man one and he really didn't want THAT to happen.

JKJKJK

"Riku…" A voice murmured. Riku groaned and grasped his hand over his ear to block out the familiar voice.

"No…" He responded, his voice slightly muffled by his blankets. There was a tired sigh before someone pulled the blankets off. Riku's eyes flashed open and he wanted to smack whoever had awoken him, but found himself staring right into Christian's face.

"You're an hour late for work." He stated. Riku's eyes widened and his face grew red hot in horror and embarrassment.

"No way… NO WAY. Shit!" He wailed and threw the blankets off him, scrambling out of bed and almost tripping if Christian hadn't of caught him and helped him steady himself.

"Wh-What happened? How did I sleep in?" Riku whined, running a hand through his disheveled hair, jerking his alarm clock to find it unplugged. Christian frowned.

"I'd like to know the same. Izumiya-sama called me and told me you had no ride for work and he was already heading off to his own job… I was wondering why he called me almost half an hour after you should've left." He muttered, averting his eyes. Riku twitched, then blinked.

Use whatever excuse you want and I might do something for you. Yuudai's voice rang in his head. Riku went pink, slamming his alarm clock to the floor, holding a clenched fist to his forehead, which felt pretty warm to him.

"I'm so sorry, Christian… I don't know what that asshole was thinking…" He mumbled.

"It's fine… It's nearly impossible to drive anyway. You should probably just call Hideo-sama and tell him you can't come in." Christian advised calmly, taking a seat on the edge of the bed. Riku frowned at him… Incredibly annoyed that he couldn't stop blushing.

"If… The weather's so bad, why did you come?" He asked. Christian gave him a deadpan stare, not saying a single word yet. Why did I come? It was hell getting over here and the snow has really piled up and I probably won't be able to make it back, which means now I'm stuck with this guy for the next 48 hours. He thought, watching Riku shift uncomfortably under his stare before he shrugged.

"Yuudai mentioned something about you being a total wreck," He lied smoothly, leaning back on one hand, "It was hard to hear since the reception was bad."

"Oh," Riku sighed, "Uh, sorry about all that, then. Yuudai-sama's just a jerk and likes to bully everyone he comes in contact with." Christian nodded. Hell yeah he does… When did Riku start calling Yuudai 'sama'? He thought with a sudden frown, but resisted from asking as Riku moved for the bathroom.

"I'm going to shower… Damn it's dark." Riku noted, glancing outside as the snow whipped around, making the afternoon seem like evening. The lights buzzed and went out at that moment, making Riku jump and slam into the wall.

"OW!"

"Riku, there's a wall-"

"I KNOW. Ow… I think my nose is bleeding." Riku whined, reaching up to clasp a hand over it, feeling warm blood on his fingers. He heard Christian sigh from somewhere in the darkness of the room and the bed creak. Riku tensed, then yelped when he felt Christian's arms around him.

"Calm down," Christian commanded, "It's just me. Boy, you're jumpy… Like a Chihuahua. Hold your hands over your nose like this. The bathroom is just a step away. We'll put a towel on it, but don't tip your head back…"

"I thought that was how you stopped a nosebleed." Riku said past his hands as he listened to Christian moving to the bathroom, searching for a towel blindly.

"No, it's said to cause clots. Just tip your head forward a little bit… Where are your towels in here?"

"Uh, somewhere… I think on a rack near the tub." Riku called to him, removing his hands to shake off the blood. He whined a bit. The feeling was disgusting. Riku reached up to cover his hands again, but he felt Christian press a towel there instead.

"Hold that there… Jeez, that's a lot of blood. Did you break it?"

"It doesn't hurt…"

"Well, that's good. Let's go find some ice."

"In the kitchen?"

"No, the hallway," Christian replied sarcastically, "Yes, the kitchen."

"I didn't mean like that. I meant, the kitchen is so far away…"

"It's fine, just hold on and I'll find it… And this is your house." Christian added under his breath, rolling his eyes and allowing for a smirk to cross his face as it was dark. He took Riku's hand, disturbed by the blood that he could feel on it before he led the way toward the door. There was some stumbling and tripping as they made their way.

"Where are Kenta and Hioshi?" Riku asked past the towel.

"I don't know. They weren't here when I got here… I don't think anyone's home."

"Hmph, leaving me alone…" Riku muttered. Christian smirked, then looked up as he felt the door handle bump his hand. He pulled it open and led the way into the hallway. There was a dim grayish light coming from the large window in the living room.

"Well, that's convenient." Christian sighed, but he still didn't let go of Riku's hand as he led the way down the hall. Riku mumbled some curses at the power outage as they made their way into the kitchen. Christian opened the freezer, collecting some ice for the ice pack in the drawer.

"I'm just wondering why Izumiya-sama called me over here. Doesn't he watch the weather channel?" He asked, handing Riku the ice pack. Riku held the ice pack over his nose, pouting a little.

"I don't know, he's stupid like that… Uhm, why do you call him 'sama'?" He asked curiously. Christian blinked, then frowned in the darkness of the kitchen as he let his hands wander the counters for a flashlight or anything that emitted light.

"It was a slip of the tongue. Why do you call him 'sama'?" He asked. Riku blushed red and Christian could tell by the way Riku made a strangled squeak noise.

"Uh-erm… Because… He told me to?" He managed. Christian looked the other way, his hand bumping along the sink.

"Because he told you to? If I told you to call me something, would you?" He asked as his hand went over a drawer. Riku felt his face growing hotter by the second and more blood trickling from his nose, making him press the ice pack firmer against his face.

"Mngh… If you wanted…" He replied nervously. Christian smirked to himself before his hand bumped into something waxy.

"Candles. Where are your lighters?" He asked, taking them out, thankful that they were already in holders. Riku glanced around the dark kitchen, trying to remember.

"Uh, the medicine cabinet." He answered, taking the ice pack off his nose as the bleeding stopped. He listened to Christian move around.

"Is that the one above the stove?"

"Yea, it's got a broken handle." Riku replied. Christian felt around before opening the cabinet, feeling for the lighter, but found a box of matches instead. He lit a candle, the eerie orange glow filling the kitchen, making Riku wince at the light. Christian set the candles down, lighting them before putting the matches back and pausing with a frown.

"Riku…?"

"Hm?" Riku hummed as he got into the fridge for the leftover vanilla ice cream.

"Why is there a bottle of aphrodisiac in here?"

"Of what?" Riku cried, dropping the bucket and wincing as the melted ice cream splashed up. Christian glanced over for a split second, looked away, then did a double take to stare at him. He didn't know whether the scene was erotic or funny or both.

Riku standing there in an over-sized t-shirt and boxers with vanilla ice cream splashed up all over his legs and the front of his clothes.

"… Are you all right?" Christian decided to ask. Riku blushed, twitching and glaring down at the ice cream bucket before sighing.

"Yea… The ice cream melted… What did you say you found?" He asked, looking up. Christian stared a bit longer, then blinked and looked away at the cabinet.

"Uh, nothing… Just an empty pill bottle." He answered, closing the cabinet and looking around to see Riku getting on the floor with a towel.

"Ugh, Kazuya's gonna be so pissed if he sees this mess… And Hioshi's gonna be mad that the ice cream is all gone. Today's the worst day ever…" Riku muttered, wiping at his face with the back of his head. Christian sweat dropped.

"Riku, you got… Here, let me get it." He sighed and got on his hunches, making Riku look up to reveal vanilla ice cream smeared on his face. Christian went to grab the towel, but it was sopping wet with ice cream, so he settled for using his fingers to wipe the vanilla off his face.

Riku stiffened, in more than one place, feeling his face grow hot. Ugh, this is so awkward! And cliché… Vanilla ice cream? Vanilla? What kind of god is writing this story? He thought with a bit of a pout and snapped out of his thoughts to see Christian staring at him.

"Don't do that." Christian muttered. Riku huffed.

"Do what?"

"… Nothing, never mind…" Christian sighed, averting his eyes. Don't pout like that, idiot… Make a face like that and I won't be able to control myself… What am I thinking? I don't do one-night stands… And I don't play love games either. He thought with a frown, closing his eyes and cocking his head before rising to his feet.

"Unfortunately, if the power's out, that means you can't use the shower…"

"What? Why-"

"Get dressed in something else to get that ice cream off. It's probably sticky." Christian replied. Riku huffed, but obeyed, getting to his feet.

"Riku, the towel-"

"Crap!" Riku yelped and slipped on the wet towel, flailing. Christian winced as one of the candles knocked off the nearby counter and hit the floor, going out as the tip dipped into the ice cream melted on the floor.

Thud~

Riku grimaced, rubbing the side of his head and looking up. Christina pushed himself up onto his hands and knees, looking down at Riku underneath him. Riku blushed, but he looked a bit more sad than embarrassed.

"Please get off."

"Sorry." Christian murmured, more curious than surprised as he rose to his feet, pulling Riku up with him. Riku squirmed away from him and grabbed a candle off the counter with the rest, moving for the door.

"I'm going to change. Sorry…" He mumbled. Christian said nothing, watching Riku walk out the door. He frowned.

Weird… I would have expected him to pull another stunt like he did yesterday night… Why do I even care? Even if we did do something, it's not like it'd stay. Riku's bound to run off and do something stupid. Probably get himself killed if he's getting rides from Izumiya-sama or he'll end even liking that guy… Thinking about this is giving me a headache. He thought, walking to the medicine cabinet and grabbing a bottle. He found a bottle of water in the fridge, taking the pills and setting them on the counter.

He looked up as Riku walked in, wearing a t-shirt that almost touched his knees. Christian raised an eyebrow and Riku blushed red.

"Akira… Didn't do the laundry… I don't have any underwear left… Uh, I only had a shirt left… Not to mention, Hioshi's room is locked. I thought you said he wasn't home."

"He wasn't… Maybe he locks his door when he goes out?" Christian asked, leaning on the counter. Riku shrugged, setting the candle on the island counter.

"I dunno. He hardly leaves, so it's hard to remember… I'm hungry… And the ice cream's gone. No power, means no TV dinners." He muttered. Christian raised an eyebrow, then glanced at the stove.

"Is that gas or electric?"

"Electric."

"Then never mind." Christian sighed. Riku plopped down in a stool, leaning his head on his knuckles.

"Well, this sucks. No power, no food, no entertainment… Are you sure the roads are really bad?" He asked. Christian nodded, glancing up.

"It was almost impossible to get here. There's hardly a car on the road, which is kind of creepy… I'm used to this city being busy and bustling. There's not even that many people on the streets… Only some people doing some Christmas shopping." He answered. Riku sighed, pouting a little.

"Christmas. What're you doing for it?"

"Not much… Probably just stay home, gave a drink."

"… You should come to our Christmas party. There's a lot of our close friends that come around. I think Kenta-san and Yuudai-sama are going to be here." Riku replied. Christian glanced up, then shrugged.

"I don't want to impose…"

"I invited you. It's okay. You just have to bring a present for someone."

"A present?"

"Yea. Like, Kenta-san's probably gonna get Hioshi something, Yuudai-sama too. I don't know if he'll get anything for anyone, but probably Akira if anyone. Tatsuya's also getting a tree that we all decorate ourselves. It's gonna be a lot of fun." Riku smiled, tilting his head. Christian stared at him for a moment.

"… All right. I'll try." He answered at last. Riku beamed.

"Great! Now you've got me all excited, thanks. I wish it was Christmas already." He pouted. Christian just stared at him as he began to babble. Hm… I almost hoped Crevan would come over for the holidays… But I got a letter this morning before I left. Apparently he has a big photo shoot in California, then Germany… Maybe he'll visit next year. He thought, taking a sip of the water bottle, before he stopped. His eyes landed on the bottle sitting on the counter.

I did not… Oh, shit, I did. Christian realized in horror, staring at the label on the bottle before whipping back to stare at Riku, who yawned.

I just took three pills of some kind of aphrodisiac.

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A/N: I know, I know. Why haven't I updated! OMG. I know. I was distracted by another fan fiction and I needed a solid idea for this one, but now I do. But it's got me wishing it was Christmas. -3-; I cannot wait for that holiday. :) Mostly because of the food. I'm not one to get excited about the presents. I just love having the food and watching the snow… AND THE HOT CHOCOLATE. O-o; My favorite drink of all time. lol. What do you guys like about Christmas o3o? Well, thanks so much for reading, hope the characters are in character, and your reviews are loved very, very much!