A/N Read previous chapters for disclaimers. Thanks to reviewers, wonder how long I can delay
the part you all want to read?
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It was perfect. It was wonderful. It was completely wrong. "No!" Suguru turned away from
Tatsuha so suddenly, the future monk nearly fell over onto his shoulder. "This... This is wrong.
We can't be doing this. We're practically family for crying out loud." Suguru tried to regain his
composure. He knew he couldn't start yelling or crying. He had to stay on middle ground.
"I... I'm sorry... It just... Felt so right," Tatsuha pleaded with Suguru. His hand brushed against
Suguru's cheek as a single tear rolled down and spread in the crack between the finger and the
face. "If you don't think it's right, I won't push anything... But..." Suguru turned to face
Tatsuha, "But a feeling can't be wrong, can it? Besides, if it wasn't for Mika and Tohma, we
wouldn't be having this problem, would we?"
"No, it's not just that. I mean, we barely know each other. I'm just some replacement for your
silly crush on Sakuma-san."
"That's a lie!" Tatsuha started to stand up, but was stopped by Suguru's hand on his chest. He
looked into his eyes. "No... It isn't... But with most people, it just doesn't have this feeling...
You can't say you didn't feel something special in that kiss."
Closing his eyes, Suguru admitted what he knew he felt, "Yes. I did feel something. But what
would everyone say? Would I be able to go to work tomorrow and look Hiro, and Shindou-san,
in the eyes? Would you be able to look Eiri in the eyes? And still feel the same way about
Sakuma-san?" His eyes narrowed, and Tatsuha felt like his soul was being stared yes.
"Yes, yes, and no. And does it matter? No, no and no. You told me that Sakuma-san was just a
crush for me, but with you, I have something here. WE have something here. Something real,
we can share. No more nights thinking of our guys who don't notice us, wishing we were with
them, but all we have is a hand..." Suguru looked down at the floor. No... Hiro would never
feel the same way as he did.
"Maybe you're right... Maybe what we need is right here in front of us." He raised his head, and
the only reply that Tatsuha gave was his lips again, pressed firmly. Again, it felt like it lasted an
eternity, such simple contact, just a few bits of flesh, but so many emotions, so many feelings
behind it. But like all good things, it had to come to an end.
With a breath of air, Tatsuha sat back in his chair. "Well, now what then, Suguru?" Suguru
looked away innocently, and began to finger the as of yet untouched tea cups.
"It seems our drinks have gotten a bit cold."
"But you've just gotten a lot hotter," Tatsuha replied, flashing a devilish grin. The keyboardist
gasped slightly at the implied suggestion. And then returned one of his own.
"Well, first things first. We need to change out of these wet clothes. And look at that shirt,
where did you get that huge stain?" The large brown spot from the coffee earlier in the day
stood out like a sore thumb. The still damp shirt clung tightly to Tatsuha's chest. "Well,
suppose we should get to my room and find you something dry. And so the two rose from the
table, leaving the tea behind.
the part you all want to read?
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It was perfect. It was wonderful. It was completely wrong. "No!" Suguru turned away from
Tatsuha so suddenly, the future monk nearly fell over onto his shoulder. "This... This is wrong.
We can't be doing this. We're practically family for crying out loud." Suguru tried to regain his
composure. He knew he couldn't start yelling or crying. He had to stay on middle ground.
"I... I'm sorry... It just... Felt so right," Tatsuha pleaded with Suguru. His hand brushed against
Suguru's cheek as a single tear rolled down and spread in the crack between the finger and the
face. "If you don't think it's right, I won't push anything... But..." Suguru turned to face
Tatsuha, "But a feeling can't be wrong, can it? Besides, if it wasn't for Mika and Tohma, we
wouldn't be having this problem, would we?"
"No, it's not just that. I mean, we barely know each other. I'm just some replacement for your
silly crush on Sakuma-san."
"That's a lie!" Tatsuha started to stand up, but was stopped by Suguru's hand on his chest. He
looked into his eyes. "No... It isn't... But with most people, it just doesn't have this feeling...
You can't say you didn't feel something special in that kiss."
Closing his eyes, Suguru admitted what he knew he felt, "Yes. I did feel something. But what
would everyone say? Would I be able to go to work tomorrow and look Hiro, and Shindou-san,
in the eyes? Would you be able to look Eiri in the eyes? And still feel the same way about
Sakuma-san?" His eyes narrowed, and Tatsuha felt like his soul was being stared yes.
"Yes, yes, and no. And does it matter? No, no and no. You told me that Sakuma-san was just a
crush for me, but with you, I have something here. WE have something here. Something real,
we can share. No more nights thinking of our guys who don't notice us, wishing we were with
them, but all we have is a hand..." Suguru looked down at the floor. No... Hiro would never
feel the same way as he did.
"Maybe you're right... Maybe what we need is right here in front of us." He raised his head, and
the only reply that Tatsuha gave was his lips again, pressed firmly. Again, it felt like it lasted an
eternity, such simple contact, just a few bits of flesh, but so many emotions, so many feelings
behind it. But like all good things, it had to come to an end.
With a breath of air, Tatsuha sat back in his chair. "Well, now what then, Suguru?" Suguru
looked away innocently, and began to finger the as of yet untouched tea cups.
"It seems our drinks have gotten a bit cold."
"But you've just gotten a lot hotter," Tatsuha replied, flashing a devilish grin. The keyboardist
gasped slightly at the implied suggestion. And then returned one of his own.
"Well, first things first. We need to change out of these wet clothes. And look at that shirt,
where did you get that huge stain?" The large brown spot from the coffee earlier in the day
stood out like a sore thumb. The still damp shirt clung tightly to Tatsuha's chest. "Well,
suppose we should get to my room and find you something dry. And so the two rose from the
table, leaving the tea behind.