All I Wanted

By: Lady DeathAngel

Disclaimer: Not mine, not profiting, 'nuff said

Warnings: eh, nothing. Some yaoi-ness.

A/N: Woot! It is done! The first part is just a little interlude that wrote itself and that I happen to like and therefore kept. Anyway, the last part is where all the good stuff is and it's not in either POV. It's a little different style (similar to that of my Queer As Folk fic She Knows) but I like how it turned out. Thanks soooooo much for all the feedback so far! I've loved hearing from you and I'm so very glad that you've loved reading so far. So here's to further reading, enjoyment and reviews. Love you all!

"Okay . . . sleeping bag? Check! Pillow? Check! Um, toothbrush, toothpaste, washcloth . . . check!"

"Extra sweater and chastity belt?" Touya muttered.

Yuki snickered and laid his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

"There'll be plenty of teachers there," he said.

Touya gave him an incredulous look.

"After all the stories I've heard about their teachers, I don't trust them at all."

"Okay, I've checked, double-checked and checked again. I think I've got everything." Sakura said.

"Even if you don't, it's too late now. They're loading the busses as we speak."

She shook her head at her brother's tone but smiled anyway.

"I promise to call the minute we get there. Take care of yourself. Make Yuki plenty of food. Be good."

"Yes, Mother," Touya teased with a huge eyeroll.

She stuck her tongue out at him and then gave him and Yuki huge hugs.

"Come on, Sakura," Syaoran said, walking up behind her. "We've gotta go."

He grabbed one of her bags in his right hand and her wrist in the other. He offered Touya and Yuki hurried good-byes and promises to take care of Sakura.

"Not too much care of her, I hope," Yuki said with a small smile.

The boy flushed, shook his head and then proceeded to drag Sakura over to their bus. She waved goodbye until she was flanked on the other side by Tomoyo who held up her ever-present video-camera and started to talk excitedly.

Yuki and Touya hung around a few minutes more and then, once the busses had left, headed back to Touya's house.

"You're brooding," Yuki told him.

"Am not."

"Are so. It's not the first time she's gone away for a weekend."

"Yeah, well, it's the first time she's gone away with a boyfriend. Damn brat better keep his hands to himself."

Yuki snorted.

"He doesn't seem to be the one having trouble with that."

Touya scowled.

"Yeah, well, Sakura better keep her hands to herself too, then."

Yuki laughed and squeaked when Touya pinched his side and told him it wasn't funny.

"Anyway," the brunette said, slipping his arm around Yuki's shoulders. "With no kids to babysit, what're we gonna do with ourselves for two whole days?"

"We'll think of something."

"Hmm. Wanna go somewhere tonight?"

"Like where? I hate to say it, Touya, but with all the dates Sakura's gone on that we've crashed, we've seen every new movie that's come out since June."

"True. We could stay in then."

"If it's not too boring for you."

Touya snorted.

"Yuki, time spent with you could never be boring."

The smaller boy frowned, not entirely sure if he was being teased or not. Touya just laughed and ruffled his hair and kept walking.

TY

There is only so much longer they can keep this up. It's been years since they met and, God, they've loved each other from the first. It's in every look and every touch, every laugh and every frown. It permeates the air around them and even someone with no preternatural senses at all will be ill-pressed not to notice it. And yet they keep their distance, teasing and moving in and drawing back in a game that simply cannot last forever.

They have stopped trying to convince themselves that it isn't what it is. That they aren't irrevocably in love with one another. That the sight of one's ash-blonde hair isn't exciting. That the feel of a strong arm and a one-armed hug isn't enough to carry him through the worst times and give him a taste of the best. They simply know it now.

They are lounging around, talking about nothing, thinking about everything; the pressure of kneecap against kneecap and the sparks that fly when they brush fingers accidentally are foremost on their minds and the game nears its end.

Yuki has something on his cheek and Touya reaches across the small space between them to brush it away. The blonde's breath hitches in his throat and not a word is said but his eyes scream, 'Let it mean more' and the darker of the two has a pained expression that gutturally moans 'It hurts' and a dawning look of understanding that sighs in commiseration and breathes out, 'I know' in unison.

"Let's play a game," Touya says suddenly, his hand dropping to his side.

Yuki pulls in a shuddering breath and fights the urge to shiver at the sudden lack of physical contact.

"A game?"

The dark-haired boy nods and grins, leaning back on his elbows.

"Yeah. A game."

"You'll beat me. You're better at games than I am."

A shrug is the only reply.

"It's easy. We'll trade secrets. I'll tell you something no one else knows and you'll tell me something."

"Does this game even have a name?"

"No."

Yuki blinks slowly.

"You know all my secrets, Touya," he says softly.

Touya raises an eyebrow.

"All of them?"

And Yuki flushes because, no, he doesn't know all of them. Not the one that he's kept since that first day they met.

"I'll start," his friend announces, completely comfortable with this entire situation. "I'm gay."

"What?!"

Touya laughs and nods.

"You knew it, don't lie."

Yuki shrugs.

"I wondered. You know, why you never went out with girls," and God he must be blushing as red as the t-shirt Touya has on.

"Okay, tell me something."

"I already told you, Touya. You know all my secrets," Yuki says.

The other boy hums.

"I'll help you then," he says with a serious look. "Who do you love best, Yuki?"

The pale boy stutters and his eyebrows have nearly disappeared into his hairline.

"I . . . what?"

Touya sits up and leans in toward him slightly.

"You remember when the monster told you she loved you? You told me about it and said she loved someone else the best and that you did too. Remember? I asked you who you love best and you just smiled like I should know."

"Maybe you should," Yuki mutters, eyes averted from his friend's unwavering gaze.

"What?" Touya asks and Yuki wants to scream.

Haven't we been through this? he wants to shout. Back and forth for years and years and I'm tired.

"What do you want?" he finally asks, looking up and locking eyes with Touya once again.

He bites his lip and looks away but Yuki puts his hands on either side of Touya's face and forces him to turn back.

"What do you really want, Touya?"

"You," Touya says on a gusty exhale. "I want you. I want to love you and hold you and be with you forever and I don't care how sappy it sounds."

"It does sound very sappy."

But Yuki is smiling that sweet smile that Touya loves to see and he is smiling back.

"I love you most, Touya," Yuki breathes. "I always have and . . . I want you too. I want you forever."

Maybe it's just because this is finally happening, after so much time spent yearning and craving and being denied the fullness of what that yearning and craving needed, but there isn't time enough for Touya to receive that sappy smile he thought he wanted so badly. Instead he's leaning forward and capturing Yuki's lips with his and it's . . . perfect. Tentative and sloppy and all tongues and teeth and a moaned sense of finally but it's perfect because it's Yuki and it's Touya and it's what they've wanted.

What they've always wanted.