A/N: Scribbling again.

Star7: WAAAAAH. Thank you for dropping by Star! I'm happy you had fun. A bit true to life, I guess. Hehehe.

akiraismylover: Yay! You read it fast that's why I wrote fast! Hahaha. Actually, only 5% of my troubled wedding preparation is added to this fic but other 95% came out of my silliness hahaha. Hanamichi and Kaede's brotherhood is always a favorite of mine so it has to be included! I believe they are meant to be brothers forever! HAHAHA. I'm glad you had fun reading this. You really are the best! Chu.

WARNING: Create a strong password combination and keep it to yourself. Hehehe.

Checklist No. 2: The Guest List. The Florist.

Of what Rukawa thought they have settled their argument the other night, by creaking their 8-inch thick mattress until the sun hits their bedroom, the husband-to-be gave him another pain-staking task! And to ensure this task will be done before Friday night, or his so-called gaming night, Sendoh blackmailed him by changing his PlayStation account password!

"You promised you'll help right? Make me believe that you are willing..."

Damn!

He shouldn't have used one password for all his accounts. But who can blame him? It's troublesome to store different patterns inside his memory so only one must be maintained. Unfortunately, it became an instrument to an inconvenient situation like this to overpower him.

'Sigh...' Looking down lazily at the newly bought spiral bound notebook, as he recall the conversation with Akira this morning.

"I will assign our guest list to you." Akira says.

"Why me? I hardly know who you want to invite."

"Exactly." Sendoh corrected. "Let me see how many of my friends can you remember. Big challenge for you." he stated with a distant puckering of his lips.

He cracked his neck from side to side. So troublesome...! He flipped the cover of the notebook on its first blank page and started clicking his mechanical pencil. Geez, when was the last time he jotted down anything to a notebook? He's a programmer for crying out loud! Everything must be type-written. Sadly, it will be a crime to use the company's resources. So writing by hand is his only option... for now. He's called a sneaky fox for nothing after all.

The first few words he scribbled - Table No. 1, followed by numbers one-to-ten below it. Of course, first on the list is the ever supportive soon-to-be-mother-in-law, who gained a very special place in his heart, along with Akira's step-father and his six-year old cute step brother who looks exactly like Akira himself. Anika, his sister, and the giant husband and a colleague of him, Takenori Akagi with their ten year old kid.

Great! Six heads down, 94 seats to go. He patted his shoulder for his greatest achievement of the day.

Okay. Who else? Of course, the sister. His number one confidant who finds traveling the best instrument to escape her failed love. A promise she made to never come back in the country that broke her heart. With that, there's a slight chance she'll make it on his wedding day.

Next... parents.

He saddened.

As much as he wants to send them a special invitation, he knew there's a zero percent chance his father will ever consider it. His father despised him... especially when he came out and revealed his relationship with Akira. Since then, they never talk. No communication at all for years until now. This love for Akira has never gained his approval. As per his mother, she is still indecisive if she'll accept his own son's chosen path. Gladly, his mother kept their communication open and she checks on him from time to time.

Well. This fate has been accepted long before he emitted this new journey of him and Akira's relationship. He is ready. An unbreakable being. As long as Akira is by his side, loving him unconditionally, nothing will ever scar him anymore.

If only...

If only she made it to this point... His angel... His partner for life...

His lips curved when her delicate image flashes on his mind. His special woman. He closed his eyes and conversed with her through his mind 'I know... I know you are happy for me right there...'

Anyway, he'll just wrote his family's names on the list before Sendoh questioned their absence.

"Knock. Knock."

A familiar and very important voice, coming from behind, interrupted his peace and made him hastily turned over his non-work-related notes. He quickly stood from his seat and turned to where the voice and knocks came from. "Hiroki-san, good morning." he greeted, pursued by a bow of his form.

"Good morning RK." The important man greeted back, who happens to be his immediate supervisor, Hiroki Touya, standing by the doorway of the technical room. Disheveled dark wavy hair, almost covering his droopy brown eyes. A charming face as everyone says. A few inch taller than his peculiar height, most likely the same as Akira's. Fair skin. Well-maintained built whose triceps are flaunting themselves under his ever dark long sleeves. Prim and elegant looking from top to bottom. A walking advertisement. Especially that rich scent tickling everyone's nose just by standing few inches from him. No wonder why every girls on the floor are looking for excuses to stood in the hallway just to get a glimpse of his whitened sparkling teeth whenever he passes by to greet everyone until he reached his office. "Busy bee?"

Rukawa took a cautious step to the side and hid his notes behind his back. "Yes sir."

A smirk. "Working hard, huh? Not surprised from my best technical person."

Clearly a flattering statement. But it would only matters if a raise is accompanied with it. "Anything I can do for you, Hiroki-san?"

Hiroki straightened himself and walked closer to the only well-organized desk in the room, his desk apparently. One folder randomly taken from the stack, flipped by his boss' rich-looking fingers but obviously not reading any of its content. "Just want to check the status of the Technical Documentation I've assigned to you. Kurose-san kept bugging me, they are very eager to have it." The page-flipping stopped as he rolled his lazy eyes to the young one beside him.

"70% done Hiroki-san. I'll mail it directly to you by end of day."

A smile. "Perfect." The folder was returned back to its previous place. "Though, I knew beforehand you'll never fail me." His form turned to the young one, took a step closer with an intruding hand patting Rukawa's triceps twice. "You have my trust anyway." Praising him with an assertive smile followed by a suspicious squeeze on his triceps that made him flinched himself a little but tried his best to hide it. But it definitely felt creepy. If he was still that immature delinquent boy back in high-school year, his temper won't hesitate to give this man a blow on his perfectly aligned teeth. But he can never do that anymore. Firstly, he loves his workplace. The location is just three blocks away from his apartment. Secondly, he has found the job he wants to stay with until he tires out as a programmer. Far from his passion but it challenge him everyday... so not boring at all. And thirdly, and most important of all, smart-casual dress code! Wherein he can wear any types of clothes apart from that sickening suit and tie, that needs to be ironed everyday. Adding those despicable leathered shoes, aching his feet from previous workplace. Ha! Jinx on Akira!

Anyways, back on the intruding hand which seems to be having a great time eh? Good thing he wore his blazer to protect himself on the cool temperature of the room, and encroaching hands such as this. "Client is happy with your immediate assistance the last time. They are indeed satisfied with your work." A beaming charm. "I'm so glad you are part of my team." Another nerve-wracking squeeze. "I'll wait for your mail, okay?"

Despite his annoyance, he needed to act professionally. He nodded his head and bowed it a little. Finally, his arm was freed as his supervisor heads out of the technical room. He watched his retreating form and irked his upper lip to the corner as soon as the guy is off. "Jerk." he swore then turned his head in front, only to be welcomed by the dubious stares of his worst enemies back in high school years, sitting on their own swiveled chairs, who both became great friends of him come university, Sakuragi Hanamichi and the wild monkey of Kainan - Nobunaga Kiyota. "Interesting." They both uttered in unison, rubbing their chins.

"Funny, we are three in the room and yet he only sees you, like we're the blurry background and you're the focus of the camera." Kiyota stated with suspicion on his tone. "He must've forgotten we're part of his team too."

Rukawa rolled his eyes "Here we go again..." and just sat back on his swivel chair. Responding with uninterested audible clicks of his keyboard as he unlocked his system. Clearly, this shady accusation from these monkeys is not new to him. "Go back to work idiots."

"Be used to that tone Sakuragi, he'll be our boss in the coming days." Both sneered.

He simply snorted and began typing on the documentation he promised to deliver by end of day.

"And what's with this..." Sakuragi gripped on the same muscles of Rukawa and squeeze it. "... squeezing thing."

He quickly swayed it. "The heck, red-head?" But Sakuragi held him again and rubbed a palm on the same harassed area of his arm and sends a tease "My best technical person..." Both continued sneering and chuckling.

"Idiots."

Sakuragi moved closer to him. "Kitsune, can't you see? He's flirting with you!"

"I don't care!" he rebutted. This kind of intrusive acts is not foreign to him. From all the workplaces he's been with, there's always this kind of people trying to grab a piece of him. Girl or boy. Man or woman. Executives or co-employees. But he never gives a shit! Besides, he can protect himself if worse comes to worst. Like during his second job where he broke his old-aged immediate supervisor's nose, without any hesitation, whose drunken self made an attempt to smooch him with those disgusting lips. Akira picked him up on a precinct after that incident and even treated him his most favorite pork buns as a reward, proudly congratulating him.

None of this familiar situation will ever affect him for his world revolves only and only around Sendoh Akira alone.

"There's a rumor he's gay." Kiyota added. "It's not like I care about that, he's a cool boss after all... until I witnessed the squeezing..." This time Kiyota gave his harassed triceps the fourth squeeze of the day. He swayed it off again. "Why don't you both go back to work and do something relevant for once?"

But both never moved, all focused on the first office' gossip of the day. "I wonder if he noticed your ring." Sakuragi says, glancing at the round object encircling his fourth finger. "It may look uncommon for an engagement ring but it's clearly a couple's ring. Too shiny to miss."

Responding will only prolong this accusation he can't stand listening with, so he remained silent.

"How will spiky reacts once he finds out someone is lurking around his fiance again." Sakuragi added. "This time though, it's not a dirty old supervisor nor a voluptuous executive lady, but..." Sakuragi held up his hand and started counting every similarities between his boss and his lover by his fingers. "Same age. Both managers. Charming, yey! Same built. Still unmarried and available to mingle..."

"Oh wow! What a threat. This is so exciting!" Kiyota seconded.

"Fuck off." he barked, but kept his focus on the screen.

Still, the other two programmers continued bugging him. "If someone is lurking around my wife, I'll surely snap." Sakuragi stated.

"Me too." Kiyota followed, which fully captured Rukawa's attention, for finally, a chance opens up for him to divert the spotlight to the other person. "Stop kidding us. You don't have a wife. You don't even have a girlfriend."

"I have a girlfriend!" Kiyota snarled.

Rukawa and Sakuragi glanced at each other, blinking their stares simultaneously before giving their friend another look, then back to each other again. Sakuragi started "Two weeks." Which Rukawa followed it by saying "Five days." They formed their knuckles and bumped them.

"Closest?" Sakuragi asked.

"Aye. Closest." Rukawa responded. "Gold edition controller?"

A final bump of their fists to seal the deal. "You're on fox!"

"Damn you both!" Nobunaga growled then crossed his arms. "The nerve of betting on my love life in front of me! She's the one! This time. I am sure she's the one!" he reiterated.

Both rubbed their chins, recalling the past relationship where they heard the word 'The one' from the same guy.

"Aa. The one... Mara, if I could remember..." Rukawa uttered while rubbing his chin. "The one... who dumped you two weeks later."

"Or probably Naomi." Sakuragi added. "The one who broke up with you and dated a girl instead. NYAHAHAHA."

Rukawa pointed a finger on Sakuragi. "Ah nice one."

"Dammit!" Kiyota barked. "This time Peri is for real! For real!"

Sakuragi and Rukawa blankly stared at him for a little while, then slid their chairs back to their respective desks. "Yeah. Yeah."

Nobunaga fisted. "I hope both your dicks shrink!"

"Kenji volunteered as our florist." Sendoh stated which made the twirling of Rukawa's fork on his pesto halted with his foxy brows meeting at the center. "Who?"

Sendoh was taken aback by his reaction but didn't fret more from it. "Kenji." he repeated. "Fujima Kenji."

Of course he knew who this Kenji is. The playing coach back in high-school days, acting all tough inside the court, but when they have little gatherings, he got this strange vibes on him worth nothing of his trust, especially towards his man. "Why him?"

"Why not? He's a friend and it's their family business. Also he's too eager to participate on our wedding. He even offered a friendly discount."

"Why do we need a florist?"

"Someone has to design our ceremony." Sendoh says. "At first I find it unnecessary too... but he somehow convinced me."

A silent clacked of his tongue. "How?"

Sendoh shrugged. "Through chats." his quick answer before shoving in an amount of green oil-based pasta inside his mouth.

The icy eyes squinted in annoyance, unnoticed by the fiance who is now busy indulging on his dinner.

Absurd! Unacceptable. Totally outrageous! Those are the words he repeatedly shouted inside his mind. Unfortunately if discount is offered, it will definitely gain Sendoh's approval. That baby smug face is really getting on his nerves. His tough-looking personality is a fake! Totally a fake! He can fool anyone but not him! Especially when Akira tagged him along on some of his get-together with his university friends including Maki, Tohru, Jin and this two-faced friend, Kenji. Unsure if its coincidental but every meal time, this midget always happens to be sitting next to his man. Every time! Fate or forced? Whatever! It's suspicious and annoying. And apart from that, whenever they exchanged laughter across the table, especially when Akira throws in his corny or daddy jokes, this baby face's irritating laugh is always accompanied by tapping over his man's shoulder! Sheesh! Who laughs and hit the joker at the same time? So annoying.

And what makes him despised this person even more? It's when Akira, out of nowhere, called him pretty one time during their conversation about the guy!

'Handsome? More like pretty.'

Just by the memory of it, it's boiling his blood to its highest point. Being called pretty is still unacceptable for him. But it is even more unacceptable if Akira calls another man pretty aside from him. That's completely inappropriate!

"You okay with Kenji as our florist?"

He's too busy blurting out his anger in his thoughts that he wasn't able to hear his man asking for his consent. His fork continuously twisting his meal as well.

He hates the guy. Totally hates him. And if he'll be involved in their wedding, there would be more alone time with Akira! Alone snack-time! Alone picking which flower is the preferred one!

Sendoh turned to his dazing partner when no response was heard. "Kaede?"

Ha. At least Akira calls him beautiful instead of pretty. He is still the beautiful one. Not just the pretty one.

Still pissed and too lost in his thoughts that he couldn't help but uttered a lie that he would absolutely regret once he gain his senses back. "My boss called me beautiful too."

A long drop of silence filled their kitchen island counter.

Shit! His first thought as soon as he gained his senses back. Did he just involve his boss in a bad situation? And his statement wasn't even a true story! He never called him beautiful. Damn. What a mess he started. All blame to his gossip-maker monkey frenemies. He can only pray his lover didn't hear a thing. But when he checked his reaction at the corner of his eyes, a surprise and questioning look is all over his boyfriend's face. "What?"

He quickly shoved in the pasta, curled around his fork, to his mouth but the probing stares of his lover never left him.

"Can you repeat that?"

Rukawa wiped his mouth with a napkin. "What what?", acting innocent.

"Your boss? He called you beautiful?"

He shifted his gaze back to his plate, twisting his fork more on his meal, desperately avoiding his man's stares. "Did I say boss? I don't think I did."

"You just said, your boss called you beautiful." Sendoh said, with pointing of his fork to his direction.

"You heard it wrong." he cleared. "I said... the baby boss of red-head called me beautiful." Another pity lie. The kid is a toddler! He bit his lower lip.

A piercing silence caused by his lie, surrounds the counter yet again.

He gave a stealth glance at his lover who is now lazily twirling his fork on their oil-based green pasta dinner. Clearly bothered by his false claims.

Anyway, it would be impossible for his boss and Akira to cross path so he'll worry about this some other time. And pray on his knees... fate won't permit it.

Rukawa went out of the bathroom after a quick shower with his pajama on. He finds his fiance, sitting comfortably on the bed and resting his back against the soft cushion of their head board, busy scrolling on his mobile's screen. He continued drying his hair with a towel and sat at the edge of their bed.

"How's the guest list by the way? All good?" he heard him asked. He glanced back, continuously towel-drying his damped hair. "I started this morning. But Akira... don't you think it's too early to create the list?"

"I thought so at first. But we need to have the exact number of guests if we're going to book a venue." he continued. "Nee-chan told me it's hard to find a venue with our chosen month. You know, year-end parties or anything alike. So the earlier, the better."

"'kay."

"And the earliest possible you can hand me the list, the earlier you can play your console too." he grinned.

Rukawa gave him a snort. "Doaho."

When his hair is fully dried, Rukawa stood from the bed and turned off the lights to end their night. The couple snuggled under their thick comforter and turned off the either bedside lamps.

"Hey Kaede." Sendoh called in a whisper. A groan is his only response, not even bothered to open his eyes. He felt Sendoh scooted under the blanket and snaked an arm around his torso, pulling him closer to his chest. "How about I give you a ride to your office tomorrow. What do you think?"

His eyes probed open. "Why? It's just three blocks away." he whispers back. Seriously, why are they whispering? But regardless, walking to and from his work is a means of exercise for him. The main reason why he never hopped on Akira's sport bike when heading to work.

"Nothing. Just want to give a good impression to my husband-to-be."

"It's opposite to your way." he opposed, referring to the direction of their respective workplace.

"Not a big deal for me to turn-around."

He examined his lover's calmed expression but with a hint of pleading stares. Obviously, this is the result of the fuss he started regarding his boss. "Fine." he agreed. No harm anyway.

"Awesome. Bring your helmet okay?"

His now droopy eyes is starting to close on his own. "K." he uttered and flipped himself to the open side, allowing Akira to snuggle him closer from his back. "Love you." he heard him whispered softly, closely behind his ear. But he's too sleepy to give a proper response, and only uttered. "-byu."

A chuckle before the night ends for the SenRu couple.

For days since that night, Akira never failed to take and fetch him from and to to work. Luckily, his boss is always on client-visit so he wasn't around since then. But to be honest, it was never really a big deal for him. This situation happens before but it never fret Akira at all. So as long as he keeps his distance from his touchy boss, nothing bad will ever happen.

Friday!

T.G.I.F as the red-head always says. But this day is different. Because finally, his pain-staking task is finally over. The guest list is done! An applause-worthy achievement from an aloof boy like him. Thankfully, he's on the era where all information is shared across the world wide web. With the help of Akira's social media account, it's easy to get the list of his closest friends. Good thing, he can remember them by their faces, though not by names. Also, it's game night!

"What seat am I?" Kiyota asked, searching for his name on the guest list Rukawa shared to his two frenemies over lunch. He found his name on the sixth table. "Whoa, Maki and Jin are invited too!"

"O'course. They are friends of Akira." he said and munched a piece of his lunch.

"Amazing. This is like Kanagawa 90's basketball team reunion." Kiyota exclaimed with excitement.

"Oi kitsune. Why am I listed after that Hanagata?" Sakuragi's questionable question when he found his name under the four-eyed colleague. "I'm your best friend!" Well it's true. But the sly fox knew the red-head will threw a fuss over this very little detail. So he intentionally did it, only to piss him off. "Coz his Omelette is better than your bland one."

"Aaargh! If only I can take that rolled Omelette back, I will!"

"No can do. I threw it to the bin."

"Darn you!"

Nobunaga is still busy checking the list. "I couldn't see Fujima though."

"He's the florist. No need for a seat." Rukawa blurt out.

"Of course he does-"

A familiar rich-scent presence suddenly approached their table. "Having great lunch guys?" The gentle-smiling supervisor of the team, with an iced coffee on his grip.

"Hiroki-san." The three bobbed their heads for respect, earning a gentle beam from the towering person. He then turned his lazy looking gaze down at the raven-haired. "RK. I look forward to your presentation later. Do your best for me, okay?"

He nodded. "Yes sir."

"Perfect... as always." He planted a pat on Rukawa's shoulder and gave it a light press. "I leave you guys to your lunch then." And then he left off.

As expected, his two best friends won't let this pass. "The fuuuuck!" The two monkeys mouthed voicelessly, followed by an irritable snickering.

"Shut up." he said and took a spoonful of his meal.

"If SA finds out about touchy HT... RK is going to be in big trouble..." Sakuragi teased. "Soon to be SK might turn to HK." Both chuckled.

"Tch. Idiots."

"Gonna be late for thirty minutes. Don't forget your helmet. Chu." Sendoh's message which he replied with a "K." And since he got plenty of time, he'll just spend another twenty minutes debugging his own piece of code.

Sakuragi stretches his arms upward. "Finally. I am going home. Can't wait to see my Yana." He stood and collected his things. "Hey Kitsune, is spiky going to fetch you again?" he asked, after a glimpse of Rukawa's helmet.

"Aye." he mumbled, without veering away from his screen.

"Thought you like walking home?"

No response from him but only the tapping of his keyboard.

Kiyota snapped his fingers and pointed a gun at the red-head. "Maybe... somebody did some story-telling..." Which was immediately understood by the other. "Oooooh. The indestructible barricade of Sendoh Akira is on the works again. NYAHAHAHA."

He sighed out and mumbled to himself. "I want to transfer rooms..."

Rukawa went down five minutes before Sendoh could arrive to lessen the waiting time. He stood just outside the main entrance, waiting for his lover's head-turning sports bike to appear at the end of the elegant structured stairs of the gigantic building he's working at.

"Going home RK?"

He startled. His head abruptly turned in panic to his left and found the least person he wants to be with before his lover could arrive. Lighting a cigarette, standing few steps from where he stood. "Si-sir?"

The supervisor puffed out a cloud of smoke and threw him his usual dreamy smile. "Why the stutter? Did I startled you?"

Fuck! What shall he do? Should he climbed down the stairs and wait for Akira at the end instead? But that could leave a bad impression to his boss. And he can't do it... he love this fourth job of his and he can't be terminated just yet! "Ah no sir."

"You had dinner?"

"At home, I will." Is that an invite? And did he just literally reject an invite from his boss? But who cares?! It's a polite rejection anyway. No way his performance would be in peril.

He saw the man's shoulders quake a bit. "Some other time then."

An idea he'll definitely say no to again. Not because his boss is suspicious, but he is still a stranger to him. And he can't stand dining with strangers just yet. This is why being a programmer is what suits him best. Always and will always be in a quiet dark room.

He glanced at his watch, three minutes and Akira will arrive!

"Your documentation is commended by the client. Your work is really impressive." A puff again, but the eyeing continues.

"Thank you. I have to go, Hiroki-san." He nodded and about to flee this troublesome scene but before he could even, the boss snatched his left wrist and lifted it up, shocking all his senses. "A ring huh?" A mysterious smirk. "What does it mean, RK?"

He parted his lips to utter a word but an alarming familiar horn, sounded from afar, interrupted the awkward atmosphere between him and the man in front. He turned and saw his black and red combination ride. Another disturbing horn... followed by another one, indicating he has to escape the scene right this instant! He grabbed his wrist back, not caring about his performance review anymore. "Hiroki-san, I have to leave."

Hiroki smiled his eyes and waved a hand. "Have a good evening RK. See you on Monday."

He turned around and rushed down the stairs towards his ride, wearing the important helmet as he go. The dangerous glares from his boyfriend, however, did not go unnoticed as it passes through his sprinting form towards his back. Specifically to the man in distant behind him.

"Who's that?" Sendoh asked as he approached.

"Ah. My supervisor." he answered, acting unaffected as he hopped in behind Sendoh. He gripped on the either side of Akira's leather jacket and waited for their ride to move - which didn't happen even when he is settled. He glanced at his lover and, apparently, his glares are still fixated on his previous location. "Akira?" he called, pulling the left side of his jacket to gain his attention. Finally, Sendoh put his helmet's shield down. "Hold on tight, Kaede." he muffled from the inside, and sounded his mad engine revving twice before they leave the area.

After a quick warm bath and an early light dinner, the couple settled themselves at the comfort of their living room, sitting by their polyester carpet to review the list prepared by the Ice Prince himself, with a bowl of lemon slices on the side. "Kaede..." he rubbed his forehead but with an amused grin on his lips. "My best man's name is Hiroaki... Not Hiro-wacky!"

An unapologetic shrug of his shoulders "But his hair is wacky." He continued scrolling on his phone, hugging a throw pillow against his chest.

Well, it wasn't surprising. If there is another person Rukawa likes to exchange banters with, apart from Sakuragi, it would be the grumpy Koshino who always referred to him as brat. "Anyway, why is he on 101st seat?!"

"It might ruin my mood if I see his brows... and that ridiculous old-school hairstyle of him."

Sendoh chortled. "Silly fox." he murmured, shaking his head but the grin couldn't stop delighting his lips. He strike-out the name of his dearest friend on the 101st seat and transferred the said name on the empty space of the second table. "There are two empty seats on the first table. Why is that?"

Rukawa turned serious. "I..." he swallowed. "I saved it... for your grandpa... and his wife."

As expected, this topic instantly removed Sendoh's grin. "No need to invite them Kaede."

"Akira... he's your grandfa-"

"I will never allow him to do that to you ever again!" An increase in his tone indicating the unwelcome topic must end that instant.

Rukawa looked down, feeling the same amount of guilt that happened years ago when he was introduced to the old but powerful man.

A frustrating sigh escaped Sendoh after the nightmares of the past crawls back to him. He ran his palm across his face, calming his almost lost temper, and then back to eyeing the list again, searching for a source of a better and lighter topic. "Sawakita? Will he make it?" Rukawa realized the intention so he decided to follow his lead before his composed boyfriend snaps again. "I doubt." he shrugged. His American-living and richest friend of all ensures him that he'll be present on his wedding day. "He insisted to be listed."

"I don't mind. As long as he gifted us a reasonable amount if he ever waste a seat." he chuckled on his exploiting thought. He turned back on Rukawa's notes. "Nice. Our Kainan friends on the sixth. Wait. Where's Kenji?"

An eyebrow twitched. The detestable name yet again. "Why? He's a florist. Paid to work. Not as a guest."

Sendoh formed a probing look. "Whoa, didn't know I am going to marry a slave-driver." he teased, earning a squint from the foxy eyes. "He is my guest, Kaede. Put him on the 2nd table with Tohru. Or on the sixth, he may like that idea more."

"Tch. What's with the special privilege?" he mumbled in between his teeth, that only he and himself could hear. "I'll put him with that nagging friend of yours."

Sendoh chuckled. "Don't be silly..."

"Tch." Because of this baby face, he has to re-arrange his list again. So annoying.

Sendoh examined the list for the last time. "You did a good job my love. Now I feel assertive you know me very well." he winked.

Rukawa averted his gaze up and thought Thanks to your informative social media account.

"There are like twenty blank seats left open." Sendoh muttered. "It's either we fill them with some of our uni-colleagues or leave it. Who do you think we should add?"

The younger leaned himself closer, reviewing his notes and threw a tease. "How about we invite your exes, they could fill in all those seats."

He pinched the pale cheek playfully and wriggled the face. "Har! Har! I only have three exes."

Rukawa narrowed over his claims. "I mean five." Sendoh's quite correction, causing the icy fox to narrow even more. "Six? Oh come on! I'm past that era of my life." He arched an arm around Rukawa's neck, pulling their faces closer and forced the younger one's thin lips to pout by one grip. "And I'm happy to end up with the best." He leaned and captured Rukawa's lips with a deep and long audible smooching.

As soon as freed, Rukawa wiped his damped lips with the back of his hand. "Can I play now? I did my part."

"Yes. As promise."

Rukawa excitingly turned on the console and brings out the controller from a cabinet. He crawled back besides Sendoh. "Password?"

Sendoh flipped to a neat page and jotted down the password. His scribblings took a while, earning Rukawa's curious looks. "Are you writing your address? That's kinda long."

"Don't worry. You won't have a problem remembering it."

Getting impatient, Rukawa moved himself closer and tried to peak on the notes but Sendoh veered it away from his view. "I'll dictate."

"Just hand it." he said with an open palm.

The older one gestured a finger. "But first, let me get my Friday beer."

"Give me the first letter, Akira!" he snarled, watching his lover stood and marched towards the fridge. "Just listen to me." Good thing, their spacious unit has no partition between the kitchen and the living area. He readied himself and his controller, waiting for the first character to be uttered.

"Capital H." The first character was blurted from behind, yelled from the kitchen. Rukawa hastily rolled the joystick and pressed the said letter. The low-tempered boy irked when the next wasn't heard right away. "Next!" he uttered aloud, earning a chortle from the kitchen "At sign symbol." The said character was immediately entered to the rectangular box on the screen.

Sendoh then continuously dictates each characters and symbols while the gamer keyed-in all one by one.

"Small r."

"Capital d."

"Number 3."

"Another small letter r."

"At sign again."

He vexed after hearing a complicated combination. "Akira this is way too long. It would be hard to remember!"

"Patience honey. It'll be over soon. Like I said, you won't have a problem remembering it." he stated from the back, then continued. "Capital K."

Rukawa irritatingly moved the joystick and keyed-in the said letter.

"Exclamation point."

"Small romeo."

"At sign."

Wait...

A sudden realization came to Rukawa, trying to decipher the puzzling characters he keyed-in. It may be hard to remember all but he got this feeling the words behind the combination will not please him. He turned his head beyond the couch, and found his guy sitting behind their kitchen counter, chin on top of his opened palm with that prankish and silly grin across his face. Also, there's no bottle on his grip. Just him. "Want me to finish your spicy password?"

Rukawa stood, with threatening glares meant for Sendoh, taking steps around their midnight couch heading towards the kitchen. "What's the password?" A serious tone.

Threatened, Sendoh carefully stood from the stool. "At least let me finish." Moving his feet backwards when Rukawa is nearing his location. "Capital M." he continued, totally amused while the other guy is vexing.

"Give me the paper!" Rukawa tried to grab the paper lying on the counter top, but Sendoh snatched it away then distant himself further, hiding at the other end of the island. "Small o."

The younger has reached the other end of the counter, murderous glares are still on the grinning guy who keep distancing himself away from him. "Lowercase r."

Sendoh began walking briskly around their kitchen island when the scowling one is getting near him. "Small e... then my name, all lowercase."

Rukawa had finally deciphered the password and he is not pleased by it. Slowly passing the counter with sounding of his knuckles. "I'm gonna squeeze your balls until they burst."

Sendoh laughed at the threat. "I just gave you a favor darling, an easy password, very hard to forget. Especially me. You should be grateful." He blew a flying kiss at the annoyed lover. Apparently, when deciphered, the password combination, however, is Rukawa's small chants during their intimate nights - HarderAkiraMoreAkira. He sprinted towards Sendoh, chasing to give him a worthy punch. But the older quickly jumped over the couch for protection, grateful for his lengthy legs. "What? You don't like it? Let me do better... What about FasterAkira?"

"I'm gonna kill you, you freaking rodent!" Rukawa growled.

Sendoh chortled, slapping his hand on the wall due to his uncontainable laughter. "How about DeeperAkira, sounds more erotic eh?" he taunted.

"Marry your dick, you bastard!"

A/N: Hope you like this~

Sorry for the at sign. For some reason, FF doesn't allow it.