The insanity returns!!!!!AKA I couldn't stop writing. I just got five more idea's for fics that's all! So here is the next chapter in this insane weird ass fic that we all love right? Right.

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Takeru barley could contain his excitement. Yamato was coming over for an entire four days! And the best part was his Mom wasn't going to be around much ether. She had a huge article going and hadn't been home much of late.

He'd completely forgotten about the whole disaster earlier that day with Daisuke. He'd recover and it wasn't like they were close anyway. He'd probably go crying off to Ken or Hikari. Which ever one he was mooning after this time.

Yamato was coming over tomorrow after school and band practice so he'd arrive around seven. Unless band practice ended earlier or extended late. Takeru had basket ball practice and a game so he'd get back much later. That sorta sucked but he had a plan. As long as his Mom wasn't home and Yamato's practice ran late it would work.

He'd get his Yama.

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Miyama: Hey! You almost forgot about us!
Takeru: yeah! Where would this fic be without us?
Ashna: Uuummm, moving along faster?
Takeru: Harhar moving to what? Your dragging your butt!
Miyama: yeah where my lemon!
Takeru: Your's? Who's involved here.
Ashna: Oh shut up the both of you.
Miyama: Why?
Takeru: yeah why?
Ashna: This chapter will lead up to the lemon OR actually get there stupid.
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Ashna: Thank you.
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Takeru opened the front door carefully. The team had gone out for supper at a pizza place and he was later then he'd thought. Not that that was a bad thing. It played even better into what he'd planned. It was ten and the lights were out. His Mom was home now but she was asleep so it was okay.

He took off his shoes and walked into the living room to double check something. No Yamato slept on the couch.

*He must have gotten home late and forgot.*

He carefully walked back to his room. He opened the door carefully and sure enough Yamato was sprawled out on a futon by his bed. His hair was a mess and the blankets were tangles around his legs and waist. He'd just stripped off his shirt and pants and was sleeping in nothing but his boxers.

"Gods..." Takeru whispered as he gazed at his brothers sleeping form.

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Miyama: The laughing MOUNTAIN Gods!
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He placed his stuff on his bed and knelt down next to Yamato. His eyes raked over every bit of exposed skin. Taking in the smooth muscles of his chest and the relaxed features of his angelic face.

*Angelic indeed. If angels are knock dead gorgous and incradably sexy.*

He reached out one hand to gently brush Yamato's golden locks out of his eyes. He ran his fingers along his jaw line his thumb brushing across his sensuous lips. He bent down and gently kissed them but drawing back before he went any further. A deeper kiss would wake him.

Takeru removed his jacket and laid down beside him. He caressed Yamato's face again but quickly moved to the smooth skin he'd felt before on the night of the concert. His hand ran across Yamato's chest but it wasn't enough. He moved closer and propping himself up on one arm leaned down to kiss the base of Yamato's throat. He then trailed kisses down slowly until reaching a nipple. He licked it and sucked gently. He paused as Yamato sighed and shifted in his sleep but did not wake. He continued his mouth moving across to the other side this time daring a small nip at his brothers sensitive flesh. Another sigh but this time Takeru ignored it knowing this wasn't enough to wake him.

His hand had been gently stroking at the muscles of Yamato's arms and stomach now moved themselves lower of their own accord. He ran his hand down yamato's side and slipped under the elastic of his boxers. He ran his hand along his muscled thigh then reached over and gently, ever so gently touched him.

He stroked his brother as Yamato groaned softly still fast asleep. Yamato was responding to his touch quickly. Takeru was over whelmed with emotion. He was finally doing this. He shook slightly as he continued to caress Yamato's swollen member. Yamato groaned softly and started to toss his head a bit and Takeru leaned forward planting a soft kiss on his lips hoping to soothe him. He calmed down and laid still panting slightly.

Takeru removed his hand not wanting to go too far with just this. He reached over and gently untangled the blankets from around Yamato and then went to pull down his boxers. He stopped as something managed to sneak past the wall he'd placed over any miss givings he might have had.

*How can I do this? He's asleep! It would be like what I did to Daisuke but ten times worse!*

He pulled back and looked at his brothers relaxed face. He looked so peaceful and beautiful. His beautiful Yamato, his onni san. His Brother. Some how just sitting there thinking about it made him remember what he'd been trying not to think about.

*I want my brother. I want my friggin brother. I've been acting like a deranged idiot for days now just because...because I want to fuck my own brother.*

But still he wanted him. No matter how bad this was he still wanted to. He remembered the horrified and slightly frightened looks he'd been getting from Yamato since the concert and started shacking with more then lust.

*He hates me now too. I just couldn't keep my sick fanatasies to myself. I had to go and try and act them out.*

He started to cry as his own thoughts beat himself up and he still couldn't change how he felt. He loved his brother and he wanted him. He wanted no one but Yamato and no one else. Nor did he want anyone else having Yamato if he couldn't. It was a never ending cycle of thought. He curled his knees up and wrapped his arms around himself crying his heart out.

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Yamato woke up slowly as he heard little gasps and hiccups coming from beside him. For once he wasn't tangled up in his blankets and he sat up and blinked open blurry eyes to see what the racket was. His eyes opened wide as he realised it was Takeru. His brother was sitting on the futon beside him and crying his heart out. He also had a raging hard on and pretty much figured out how he'd gotten that, though the idea made him want to go take a shower. If it wasn't that his brother was sobbing his eyes out he would have.

He reached out and touched Takeru's shoulder gently. As much as the younger boy had frightened him in the past few days he couldn't just ignore him. Takeru jumped and jerking away from his hand looked up quickly, eyes wide and blurry.

"Hey little bro what's wrong?" He asked gently.

Takeru just started to sob violently squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head. Yamato opened his mouth to say something but Takeru cut him off.

"Don't e..e..even s..s..say anything." he shuttered through the tears.

"Y..you Know what's f..friggen wr..wr..wrong. I..i..I'm in love with my own friggin b..brother!" He sobbed shaking like a leaf.

Yamato sat there unsure of what to do. Takeru wrapped his arms around himself and sobbed continuing to talk.

"I try not to th..th...think this w..w..way but I can't s..s..stop! Every time I see you I think of how w..w..wonderful you are. Your friggin perfect to me. Your hair the way you smile everything...j..just perfect."He said laying his head on his knees.

"And now you hate me...." he whispered between sobs.

Yamato watched him cry, shoulders shaking looking more vunrable then he'd ever seen him before. He struggled with himself for a moment. Takeru had done a lot to frighten him but he couldn't just watch his little brother sit there crying like this.

With a sigh Yamato reached over and pulled Takeru into a tight embrace. Takeru leaned into him crying and shaking like a new born kitten.

"Takeru I don't hate you." Yamato whispered not wanting to see his brother hurting like this.

"I could never hate you. Your my little bro, I love you." he said holding onto Takeru's shaking frame.

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Takeru leaned into Yamato letting himself cry. He had to restrain himself from taking this one step further. Stop himself from wrapping his arms around Yamato's waist and lifting his head up to...

He cried even harder. Even now he couldn't take an innocent moment of comfort as it was. He kept twisting things in his head and he couldn't stop. It was hard to even sit there and just cry.

Yamato seemed to become a little distressed as Takeru's sobs from before turned violent. He was now gasping for breath and couldn't even see he was crying so hard. It was becoming physicaly painful now to breathe.

"Sshhh Takeru please stop crying. It's okay, really it is just stop crying please.." He said gently but it didn't work.

Takeru pushed himself away and stood up unsteadily to stumble to his bed collapsing on top of it. He held is stomach as he sobbed trying to stop. He was starting to hyperventalate he was crying so hard. Yamato stood up and knelt in front of him gazing with worried eyes at his brother.

All Takeru could do was try and breath properly and try not to do what he so wanted to do.

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Yamato followed Takeru to the bed and gazed up at him. He was having trouble breathing now and Yamato knew he was hysterical but he couldn't bring himself to slap him. He wasn't angry enough and Takeru wouldn't probably just take it the wrong way.

Takeru was staring back at him with blurry eyes and Yamato knew he could barley see. The same love sick, adoring, lust filled look was still in his eyes though. Even when he was horrified with himself, his little bro, his little Takeru who'd always been so innocent couldn't stop feeling this way.

*So what do you do Ishida? Your brother needs your help so what can you do?*

So he shut off the part of his mind that was screaming at him not to do this and did. He leaned up and kissed his own brother gently on the lips.

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Ashna: Well I'd say that's a good place to end this don't you?
Miyama:....
Takeru:....
Ashna: For once their speechless. It's amazing. Anyway people please R&R cuz I wanna know what ya think of this chapter!