A/N: Okay, everyone, this slightly shorterchapter contains LIME! If you do not know what this is, or do not like it, PLEASE DO NOT READ! Other than that, thanks for the reviews! Keep 'em comin':)

Chapter Three: Revenge and Revelations

"What in fucking hell do you mean you're in love with him!" Cagalli screams.

"I just am, okay? I don't know how it happened either but –"

"I don't want your excuses, bastard!" she interrupts.

"I never meant for you to find out!" I retort.

"So you were planning on having an affair with my brother!" she clenches and unclenches her fists, her anger obviously rising as storm clouds roll in above us. The thunder rumbles to match her ferocity as I wait for the rain to start thrashing my body. I have a feeling this storm is going to be vicious because of all the good weather we've been having lately.

"No, I was gonna tell you, I just had to figure out if I really wanted to break up with you so I wouldn't regret my decision," I say, trying to calm her down with my explanation.

"So you've been planning on dumping me?" she yells.

"Why do you take everything I say and reverse the meaning?" I snap, starting to get irritated.

"Because that's what you're really trying to tell me! Y'know what? I don't care! Just go fuck him already! Make him your goddamn boyfriend! There are plenty of other guys for me to date!" the droplets start to fall, gentle at first, then the heavy downpour I expected begins.

I can't distinguish her bitter tears from the rain as she glares at me, "Cagalli . . ." I take a step towards her, but she backs away, hugging herself protectively.

"Don't touch me!" she snarls, "just leave me alone!" There's not much I can so besides obey her because when she's mad, she doesn't listen to what anyone says. It's pointless to stand out here in the rain and yell at each other.

"I'll give you your space," I mutter, turning to go back inside.

"No! You're going home! Leave my brother alone, too!" she yells.

"I'm going to get my backpack, then I'm outta here!" I shout, slamming the front door behind me. I stomp up the stairs and go into his room, snatching my bag up off the floor. My glare disappears when I see him sitting at his desk, working on the calculus problems.

"Hey, I thought you were having trouble?" I say, puzzled.

"I'm not doing math," he says, his eyes never leaving the paper.

"Lemme guess: drawing me?" I ask as I go over to look.

"No, I was just–" I snatch the notebook away so I can look at what he's been doing. I think it's me, but I'm awfully short, and even then a quarter of my height is my head.

"What's this?" I cock my head the side, studying it.

"A chibi," he replies.

"Bless you, I hope you're not getting sick. Now what is it?"

He laughs and shakes his head, "I didn't sneeze, it's a chibi - mini."

"Oh, I get it, I think," now that I have a better understanding, I think it really is kinda cute.

I'm about to ask him to draw one of himself for me to have, but then I remind myself of my newly-acquired, (and very pissed off), ex-girlfriend who's just itching for me to leave. Knowing Cagalli, though, she could be plotting, not wanting me to leave so she could kick the crap out of me for not listening to her.

Gulping, I decide not to wait and find out what she's planning to do to me.

"I should go before your sister kills me. Just copy off my answers and give me my notebook back tomorrow," I say, fishing through my bag for the book. I set it on the desk and he looks up at me with sad eyes, "you can't leave me here with her," he whines.

"But Kira –" "I can come to your house!" he exclaims, his expression considerably brightens.

"Tomorrow is a school day, Kira-chan, and I need to finish my homework. She won't hurt you," I say quietly, patting his head. He frowns and looks away, then nods.

"Alright, I'll be fine, you're right. I'm sorry for causing you all this trouble," he forces a smile as our eyes meet again. I can't stand when he fakes being happy just to reassure me.

"It's okay if you wanna cry," I whisper, stroking his face gently.

"But you make fun of me when I cry!" he retorts.

"That's because you're cuter when you smile," I say, grinning. He wipes the tears forming in his eyes and gives a small smile, watching as I shoulder my backpack.

"Now get to work. No failing because of me. And stay off that ankle so we can go to the game," I say sternly.

"Jeez, you sound like my mom," he laughs.

"Well, thanks, I appreciate that," I call as I go down the hall. Despite everything that's happened today with the beach and now Cagalli, somehow I can still smile, knowing that I made Kira happy.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" I ask as we walk down the busy hallway the next afternoon at lunchtime.

"I have to, don't I? I mean, I want to be with you, then yes," Kira replies. I nod in agreement and stop at the stairway that leads up to the roof.

"Good luck, see you in ten," I say. I watch as he disappears into the crowds, then run up the stairs, throwing the door open and closing it behind me as the warm wind ruffles my hair.

I let out a sigh and go to sit down in my usual spot, perched on the corner of the wall with my back to the gate. After some kid tried to jump off once, they put up this chainlink. There are times I can remember when I wanted to climb the gate and just let go, let it all come to an end. You must be wondering why I'd want to do that, what with my rich parents and having everything I ever wanted.

Y'see, that was back when Kira went to a different school for a while. The beginning of high school, actually. The first time he applied here, he didn't get in, so he had to wait a year before re-applying. It was probably the worst year of my whole life, being without him. Sure, we went to each others houses after school every day . . .For a while. Then we started getting more homework than we were used to and our grades couldn't survive if we met like that every afternoon.

I went two and a half weeks without seeing him, longer than anytime before in my entire life. During those weeks was when I stood on this same wall and climbed half way up the gate before getting scared. I was afraid of dying. If I die, I thought when I was clinging to the gate like that, I'll never see him again, ever. I figured that was worse than a few weeks. Even then I guess I was pretty obsessed, huh? Why didn't I realize before? If I've loved him for so long, why didn't I figure it out? It doesn't matter, as long as I know it now.

I don't notice the sound of the door opening and closing, not until he says my name do I snap out of my flashback.

"Hey, how'd it go?" I ask, opening my eyes.

"Good, she took it really well. She even wished us the best in our relationship," he says, sitting down close to me.

"Lacus has always been really understanding of peoples feelings, so I'm not surprised. I'm jealous that you didn't get screamed and sworn at," I say with a heavy sigh.

"It's alright, we don't have to worry about them anymore," he says.

"I know, but . . .Cagalli was so mad and I'm afraid that she's gonna try to get me back for this."

He frowns, "you never know, she might want her revenge. She does have quite the temper."

"I noticed. But enough about that, let's eat," I say.

"Yeah, I'm starving," he says.

"Bad times this morning?" I ask, taking my lunch out of my backpack.

"You could say that," he mutters.

I wonder what's really going on at his house? This is the second time he's said "bad times" about his home life. I would ask for the specifics if he didn't seem so uneasy about mentioning it. I always thought his parents got along really well. They're closer than my parents act, at least.

"If you're that hungry, then have some of my food," I offer him a mini cannoli and some gourmet pretzels, both made by the chefs.

"No, that's alright. I'm okay," he says.

"You don't have to say that when I know it's not true, Kira," I whisper. His eyes dart away and I watch as he clenches and unclenches his fists in his lap, biting down hard on his bottom lip.

"Plus, you're so skinny, it wouldn't hurt to gain a pound or two," I run my hand over his abs and he gasps at the sudden caress.

"Stop it, Athrun,"he snaps.

"Oh, c'mon, let me have a little fun," I say, pretending to pout.

"Not at school," he retorts, snatching one of the pastries from me.

"Feh, you're mean," I say, crossing my arms. He smirks at my bad acting at being angry and I smile back.

I'm not gonna bug him about his family situation, 'cause I know he'll tell me eventually. I'm just glad that we can be together now that our girlfriends are out of the picture . . .Hopefully.

I come home that afternoon and start up my laptop, checking my e-mail as usual, and I find one from Cagalli . . .That unleashes a virus into my computer!

"That damn bitch!" I mutter as I sink into the couch as Spybot and Norton Antivirus run their checks in a desperate attempt to save my files.

When I notice how slowly it's processing, I whip a blank disk out of my backpack and save my whole folder of documents and pictures to it just before the Blue Screen of Death takes the place of my background. Cagalli is one of the few people who knows how much I love my laptop, so she obviously did this on purpose.

"Feh, I'm gonna have to sweep the hard drive," I sigh as I stand up. If I'm gonna do this, I need a snack.

"What happened to your computer, dear?" my mom asks as I enter the kitchen.

"E-mail from Cagalli attacked it with a virus," I reply.

"I thought you two were dating? Why would she do something like that?" she asks. I guess if I'm gonna tell one of my parents, I would rather have it be my mom.

"It's a long story, if you're willing to listen," I say, grabbing the quart of Reverse the Curse ice cream out of the giant freezer.

"Of course. I'll do that for you," taking the ice cream scoop from me, she pushes me back into the sitting room.

At least now I have some time to compose myself before I reveal my deep dark secret. Judging by my churning stomach, it's not nearly long enough when my mom comes to sit on the couch with me. She hands me the bowl of ice cream and I set it aside on the coffee table; no distractions, I have to do this.

"Tell me what happened," she says.

"Well, I . . . Broke up with her yesterday and she was really pissed off about it," I say.

"Is there someone else that you want to date?" she asks.

"Yeah," I answer, the nervousness growing.

"Do I know her?" Oh, gods, here we go.

"Sort of . . . And Cagalli knows them very well."

"Oh, so she's mad because you dumped her for her friend," my mom says, sounding like she thinks she's figured it out. Heh, far from it.

"Not exactly. This person is related to Cagalli," I crack my knuckles, waiting, but my mom doesn't say anything.

"And I know them really well, too. And we just realized that we want to be more than friends, that's why I broke up with Cagalli."

While she takes in my explanation, my eyes flitter around the room, searching for an occupation besides her face.

"This person isn't a girl, is it?" she asks carefully.

"No . . . It's Kira. I'm in love with him, mom!" I yell. She smiles kindly and puts her hand over mine.

"I already knew what was going on, but I wanted you to tell me yourself," she says.

"WHAT! You knew! How?" I shout in surprise.

"Mrs. Yamato told me the topic of the yelling match that she overheard going on this morning. Then she told me what cagalli told her. She said her daughter saw the two of you, er, 'sucking face' as Cagalli put it."

Fuck! That's all I need her to know! So what if I was snogging him? The world doesn't need to know about my romantic involvements, at least not without my permission.

I bury my face in my hands, my cheeks bright red, "did you have to use that phrase?" I groan, covering my head with a pillow and turning to her.

"Athrun, if it's really what you want to do, then I think you should go ahead and date him." There are other things I want to do, but I'm not mentioning them to my mom.

"Don't think I can't see that look in your eyes, Athrun!" she yells, pulling on my ear before leaving the room.

"Wait, what? How'd you know that I was thinking about having se–" I catch myself before I can blurt it out as I follow her into the hallway that leads to the back of the house.

"I knew ir! So you do want to!" she exclaims.

"Yeah, and pretty badly at that," I admit.

"You two have fun then," she calls as she goes up the stairs to the parent wing.

"Just please, please, please don't tell dad!" I yell in a pleading voice.

"I won't, don't worry." Like I'm gonna believe that! My dad will KILL me if he finds out I've switched sides.

At least it wasn't my dad, or his dad, that found out, I remind myself as I slouch up to my wing with my laptop and ice cream. The moment I flop down on my bed with my laughably easy homework, my cell phone rings. When I see that the Kira number is displayed on the screen, I hesitate, reminding myself not to slip up and mention the topic my mom and I were just discussing.

"Hey, Kira," I say, trying to sound calm.

"I was calling to tell you that my ankle is feeling much better and I'm sure I'll be fine when we go to the game tomorrow," he says.

"Are you sure? If you're not up to it then we don't have to go just because I want to," I object.

"Are you kidding? Of course I want to go! I'd go see the Sox play even if I was in a cast!"

We're both crazy-dedicated like that. Guess that's how it is when you've been a fan all your life and never seen your team win a World Series. Eighty-six years, and I've been waiting for seventeen of those, but I digress.

"You need help with your homework?" I ask as I roll over onto my back, staring up at the ceiling.

"No, I'm okay. You shouldn't be worrying about me," he replies.

"Yeah, but I sort of have to, and I want to. You're the one I want to protect, Kira.," I say quietly. I can tell by the pause before he speaks that he's blushing.

"And I want you to protect me, so . . . "

"You don't know how many other things I want to do," I whisper.

"I wouldn't mind trying some of those things."

"You know what kind of 'things' I'm talking about, right?"

"Yeah."

"Kira . . .I . . . Want to . . . Have sex with you," I mutter, blushing.

"Athrun . . .I'm still a virgin, y'know," he says timidly.

My eyes widen, "what! You didn't screw Lacus?" I ask in disbelief.

"No, I was going to, but . . . I dunno."

That means I'll be his first, if and when we do it, 'if' being more appropriate there. With chicks, it's the last thing you wanna do, but it's different since we're both guys.

"Kira . . .Will you let me be your first?" I whisper.

"Oh God, yes, Athrun!" he gasps. His breathing has become as heavy and fast as mine, "I want it now," he whimpers.

"We can't do it yet. It'll ruin our relationship in the long run if we go too fast," I whisper. What am I saying? What a lie! If we wouldn't get caught, I'd go over there right now!

"Please, Athrun!" he whines.

"Do you want to get caught?" I hiss, trying to ignore how much his begging and panting is turning me on. I try to calm down, but my mind is filled with various ideas and images that make me even more nervous.

"Kira, we could just . . . Do it . . . Like this," I say, pausing as I unzip my shorts and force them off my hips, kicking them onto the floor. I quickly close and lock the door as he whispers, "okay . . .But, I don't know how."

"I think I do, but I've never done it before," I say, leaning back against the pillows.

"Teach me how," he pleads.

"You're just meant to be submissive, aren't you?" I breathe as I fiddle with the waistband of my boxers.

"I am less experienced, so . . ."

"I take it that . . .You're . . ." I begin.

"Yes . . ." he answers hesitantly.

"I'm not alone then. I think we just . . ."

"That can't be it," he says.

"What else could we possibly do?" I ask.

"I dunno . . ." he pants. When I figure out what he must be doing, I slip my hand into my underwear, and, realizing how hard I am, I start to pump. A moment later, he groans and murmurs my name over and over as I bite my lip, struggling to stay quiet.

"Kiraaaaa," I finally moan. I move my hand, faster, harder, as I feel myself getting close to the edge, but I want him to go over with me.

"How close?" I barely manage to ask.

"Very," he gasps. A small smile parts my lips; if I go fast enough, we can finish together.

"Athrun!" he cries just a moment before my back arches off the bed and I scream his name, the fluid rushing from my body. Our breathing slowly evens out and my thoughts become more than fragments again.

"I'll let you get cleaned up . . ." I whisper.

"Yeah, I think I have to wash my sheets now. Ick, yeah," he says.

"Good times, good times," I say, laughing.

"Yeah, see you tomorrow, okay?"

"Of course. Bye." Oh gods . . .Wasn't I supposed to avoid the topic of sex? I think I used reverse psychology on myself.

"What a mess," I mutter as I go to wash my hands.

I put my, er, soiled underwear into the laundry basket with the rest of my dirty clothes and dart back to my room, unseen, to get dressed. wonder how Kira's mom will react when she sees what happened to his sheets? Laughing softly, I start my homework as I listen to the radio, drinking my fully melted ice cream and trying not to choke on a mini caramel cup in the process.

I get distracted after a while by the tickets to tomorrow's game sitting on my desk and I begin to get my stuff together to go to the park. I'm basically unsettled about what just went on and I need something to focus on besides Kira or my French verbs, the only thing I haven't completed.

I go down to the kitchen with the empty bowl and as I'm going upstairs, my mom calls to me from the sitting room.

"Yeah?" I ask, peering around the doorframe.

"Next time, you might wanna keep it down. I heard you all the way down here," she says casually.

My face heats up and I scurry up to my room, ready to dive under my bed and stay there if I find out she knows anything more about our relationship with Kira. Gods, she knows everything we've done so far . . . I really can't wait to move out.

TBC . . .

A/N: I barely had the guts to type this. My brother and mom were loitering around the kitchen, which the computer room is attached to, while I was writing the lime part, so you better appreciate it! I almost got caught! Chapter 4 will be up soon! ;)