Author's Notes: I lied! XD Woot! I got out another chapter!

I decided I'm going to be friggen EVIL this chapter…

And not bring you back to Eiri and Yuu until NEXT chapter.

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.

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Go read.

Disclaimer: I think we all know that I don't own Gravitation.

Gravitation Revisited: Magnetism

Nakano Hiroshi closed his eyes slowly. His forehead was pressed against the window in his room, the glass cool from the light rain outside. It helped soothe him, calm him down. A slow, deliberate sigh passed the guitarist's lips. He was tired.

Hiro didn't move when he heard the door to his room open. He sat there, with his eyes closed, as footsteps crossed the room. The figure came up behind the auburn haired teen and placed warm hands on Hiro's shoulder. It was a nice contrast compared to the cold window.

"Hi, Tatsuha…" Hiro breathed out. His breath fogged the window.

"How'd you know it was me?" Tatsuha queried, voice hushed. He was a loud teenager, but he knew when to calm it down.

"Who else would come in here?" The guitarist let his eyes flutter open. He stared outside blankly. "It sure wouldn't be Mika-san"

Tatsuha broke into a grin. He slipped his hands forward and down Hiro's chest. The latter man shivered just the slightest. Tatsuha curved his back and rested his head atop Hiro's auburn one.

"True…" the younger man replied. "Besides, Mika-onee-san went out."

Hiro felt his heart pounding painfully in his chest. Tatsuha could feel the throbbing organ under his fingertips. He liked making the guitarist react like that.

"So, it's just the two of us?" Hiro asked after a small gulp.

"Just the two of us…" Tatsuha's reply was more of a breath than a sound, but the message came across clearly.

Hiro let out a small, almost inaudible, whine as the man behind him leant down. Tatsuha's lips were on his ear, sucking and dragging his teeth along the older teen's earlobe.

"Tat—"

"Don't," the teen ordered. He resumed by kissing down Hiro's jaw, but the back of the chair was getting in the way. "Get up."

"Wait, Tatsuha…" The brunette/red-head didn't move. He was getting woozy. "We—"

"Shut up, Hiroshi." Tatsuha straddled the lap of the said teen. His dark eyes were serious. "Don't ruin this."

"Tatsuha!" the guitarist protested. "What's gotten into you?!"

Nakano Hiroshi had always had a crush on Uesugi Tatsuha. Uesugi Tatsuha had always had a crush on Nakano Hiroshi. It was simple, really. The two boys harbored feelings for one another, both love and lust.

The problem was, Hiro was too mainstream to admit his feelings. Although he was the very person who got Uesugi Eiri out of the closet, who couldn't quite seem to get himself out of it. He was afraid of rejection – not only by Tatsuha, but by the whole world. His mother disapproved of him enough already.

Tatsuha's problem, however, wasn't that he was too scared to admit his feelings… it was that he didn't know how. He commonly confused lust with love, which usually left him with a slap in the face. This, time, however, Tatsuha knew he felt both lust and love. He just wasn't sure what to do about it…

"Hopefully," the youngest man started with a grin, "the question will be 'what's gotten into you'" He pressed his hips forward, causing Hiro to jerk slightly. "And then the answer will be 'me.'"

The guitarist could feel his face grow hot, and it was almost painful. He looked away quickly, trying to act angry, while at the same time trying to calm his body down.

"Kn-knock it off." He gripped the sides of the chair desperately. "We're not like that, Tatsuha!"

Hiro gasped when he felt the bassist's lips against his other ear.

"But we can be," Tatsuha replied, deliberately breathing in his best friend's ear. "Just, let me…" He trailed off as his hands finished the statement for him.

Hiro swallowed down a whimper that threatened to spill from his lips. Tatsuha's hands slipped under the bottom of Hiro's shirt. Calloused finger-pads, from too much bass playing, slid along the waist band of the auburn man's jeans. His one hand pushed upwards, finding a semi-hard nipple. Hiro's chest muscles twitched under the touch.

"Ta-haa!" Hiro bit down on his lip to keep himself from moaning out further.

The younger teen's fingers were rubbing and pinching at Hiro's left nipple. Meanwhile, Tatsuha's other hand was undoing the button on his friend's jeans.

"Let it out, Hiroshi." His voice was demanding, but somewhat shaky. "I want to hear you moan my name."

Despite himself, a small groan formed past Hiro's lips. The bassist's hand was now teasing his other nipple while the second hand was massaging the teen through his boxers.

The guitarist's chest was growing tighter by the second. He pressed his hips forward involuntarily. Tatsuha's hands were hot – nearly burning him. It felt amazing. Hiro wanted to know what if felt like to have those lips on him. Would it be even more scorching?

"No!!"

Before Tatsuha could react, he was unceremoniously thrown to the floor. The dark-haired teen lay sprawled across the hard wood floor of Hiro's room, that latter man standing over him. The bassist flinched and, after the initial pain wore down, he looked up.

Hiro was standing before him, pants still undone, a small bulge there, and his shirt tousled. His cheeks were flushed and he was panting slightly. If it wasn't for the dark eyes that were searing into him, Tatsuha would have found it erotic.

"What the hell is your problem?!" the darn-haired teen exclaimed.

Hiro was glaring icily. "I'm not going to just sit there while you have your way with me!!" he growled.

Tatsuha blinked. Have his way with him?! Is that what Hiro thought this was?!

Tatsuha felt himself frown. He didn't mean to. He wanted to ask this man before him, in a gentle voice, what was wrong. He didn't mean to bark out.

"Hiroshi, what—"

"I won't be your fuck toy, okay?!!" the guitarist cried, eyes somewhere between hurt and enraged.

'Fuck toy?!'Tatsuha thought, appalled.

"Do you really think I'm that shallow?!" he hissed, standing up.

Hiro glared, hands clenched. "Do you want me to answer that?" he asked lowly.

Tatsuha froze up. That's it? We've been friends all these years and that's it?! Dammit, Hiroshi!! Don't you know I like you?!

"Fine."

Hiro didn't move as Tatsuha brushed by him. He didn't let himself tell the bassist to stop and come back. He didn't throw himself in Tatsuha's arms like he wanted. He just stood there, staring straight ahead.

The door slammed.

Hiro flinched. Aside from that he didn't move. The tears began to form, and he made no effort to wipe them away. They slid down his cheeks, rolling under his chin, plopping on his shirt, or tickling his lips.

And Hiro didn't move until the sobs wracked his body.

Author's Notes: I'm one evil little thing, aren't I? And it's short, too.

Well, the way I saw it… I could either give you some EirixYuu angst, or I could give you HiroxTats angst, stress, and THEN some EirixYuu angst.

Oh. The suspense.

Haha. Sucks to be you. Rocks to be me.

Just kidding, I love you all.

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Please?

Senritsu: Thank you for that wonderful review!! XD When's your birthday? I'll make sure I get a chapter out then for you. August 2nd? (---- a guess)