Black Candles

Hahahaha....Yes, Rivals Part II.

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Yuuto was left alone in that hot stuffy room in embarrassment. He lay slumped in the chair Fuuma just left, and yes, he could still smell the other man, that sweet scent of jasmine and roses.

"A meeting with Kamui?" He pondered on it for a few minutes.

"Well...maybe I should meet this 'Kamui' for myself..."

Kamui felt a wee bit of accomplishment. He deepened the kiss, hearing Fuuma gasp, he slipped a tongue into the other man's mouth. He heard a muffled moan as their tongues battled; he could feel himself getting excited as Fuuma started to kiss back.

Fuuma couldn't believe it. He had to be dreaming. It wasn't possible, this was wrong! Yet as Kamui leaned forward, he couldn't pull away. (Who COULD pull away from someone so cute?) He didn't realize he let out a small gasp. He felt a tongue slip into his mouth; he was so dizzy. But he liked it. He felt hot.

He started to respond, greeting the foreign tongue with his own, playing along with it.

He couldn't breathe.

But it was over to soon.

Kamui had pulled away, laying back in his seat, letting out a content sigh. Fuuma couldn't move. It took a full minute for him to get back to his senses.

WHAT JUST HAPPENED?

Yuuto picked up his phone and punched a number. He had connections in the music industry that could easily get him an 'appointment' with Kamui.

"Hello?" A woman's voice. Yes, that was definitely the president of X Inc.

"Kanoe-san? This is Yuuto Kigai." He said, a sly smile played his lips.

"Ah, Yuuto-san! Yes, how may I help you?" The president tried to sound happy.

"I would like to meet an artist of yours...'Kamui Shirou'?"

There was silence on the line.

"Sure. When would you like to meet him?"

"Hmm....How about on Thursday? This Thursday. I'll let you pick the time and place. I have Thursdays all to myself."

He hung up, lying back into his leather chair, he felt good. Maybe this meeting could tell him what Kamui had that HE lacked.

The movie was over. Kamui's hand slipped into his as they walked out of the cinema, the younger man beaming. They held hands until the reached the outside of the arcade.

"Kamui...I-" Kamui looked up, those shades still covering those gorgeous eyes.

"Yes?" Kamui looked at Fuuma in a way that would make Antarctica melt.

"...Nothing."

Kamui smiled.

"If you want to continue, we can do so back home." Fuuma nearly choked.

CONTINUE????

"Kamui, you're a married man." Fuuma stated as he made a turn, looking at Kamui in a way that teachers would a student that had done wrong.

"I know." Came the reply, nonchalantly.

There was silence from the driver.

"But the person you're cheating on is my sister."

"I know." Again came the 'I-can't-care-less' reply.

They were already outside the apartment, and Fuuma was turning into the car park.

Kamui stared at his brother-in-law as he pulled on the brake. Sure, he loved Kotori, but not in the way Fuuma thinks he did.

"Kamui, I still-" he was silenced by a pair of soft lips, a tongue sliding into his mouth, and hands that closed in on his head.

"Let's not talk about this anymore..." The younger man pleaded, reaching for Fuuma's hands.

Fuuma stared at Kamui as the beautiful person lead his hands to that porcelain-like face. The younger man closed his eyes, those long lashes so perfect it seemed unreal. Without knowing it, he had leaned in and pressed his lips to Kamui's cheek.

Yuuto sighed. He finally fixed the air-conditioning. At least he hired someone to do it. He couldn't believe how poor people could live in that intense heat without air-conditioning. Then again, why should he care?

Once again, he lay back in his chair, closing his eyes. He would soon meet this 'rival of love' and find out what was it that Fuuma saw in that little boy that he couldn't find in him.

For one, Yuuto OWNED a recording company. He was richer than Kamui.

Two, Yuuto saw himself better-looking than that Kamui character.

Three, he could give Fuuma a happiness no one else could give him (or so he thought).

And four, he wasn't MARRIED.

Yuuto dwelled on the last point for quite a while.

He then smiled.

"Don't worry Kamui, I won't hire a privatephotographer to spy on your every moment with Fuuma and black mail you into leaving him utterly and completely alone..."

He laughed. (His secretary was peering in and was tempted to call the mental institution.)

"Not yet at least."

Kamui leaned into the kiss, their second one tonight. Their second kiss in their whole relationship. Wait, did they even have a relationship?

"Kamui," Fuuma whispered, pulling away, he got out of the car. Kamui's eyes followed him as he made his brother-in-law made his way around the hood of the car to squat beside him.

Fuuma's long fingers gently made contact with his face.

"I can't cheat on my sister, Kamui."

Kotori took off her hat as she stepped out of the Customs. She couldn't wait to see her dashing hubby again, and she just couldn't wait to show him what she brought back from Egypt.

He grabbed her luggage, lugging the thing around wasn't very easy, but she managed to hail a cab and head back to her apartment.

(Amazing how nobody seems to recognize her...)

"Please..." Kamui whispered. He was on the couch, hovering over Fuuma, his arms on either side of the older man.

"Kamui..." A muffled moan was heard throughout the empty house, hands touched and caressed skin, and weak denials went unheard. Slender fingers tried buttons; the sound of the ruffling of cloth went ignored.

Kotori pressed the 'up' button, and crossed her arms waiting for the lift. It sure took long enough to come. The security guard said someone was up there with Kamui, that that someone had been living in their apartment for quite sometime already.

Was Kamui cheating on her?

Well, if he was, he would taste Kotori's wrath once again! (The first time was when he refused to book tickets to Phuket for vacation. I know it's in bad shape right now...God bless them all...)

Ding!

And whoever that b#### was, she was going to get it bad...

"STOP!" Fuuma shoved the younger man off him, ignoring the 'ouch' that followed the thump, taking in deep breaths, he watched the younger man get to his feet.

"What was that for?" an annoyed rock star grumbled.

They both heard the door click.

"What the-"

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