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"ANIIIIIKIIIIIIIIIIIII!"

Yuki shot out of bed, the loud voice of none other than his little brother echoing from his front door. Groaning, he poked K's back before getting up. He'd forgotten he'd told Mika to bring them both to visit.

K didn't respond, but he rolled over, burying his face into the pillow. Then the phone rang, and he groaned.

"Unless you want to go downstairs and greet my family naked – Which I wouldn't mind – I suggest you get dressed." Yuki said, tossing a pillow at his lover, "Besides, you have to go get Michael."

"Mmmph..." K sighed, sitting up as the pillow smacked into his face.

The answering machine picked up, and Mika's voice began to count backwards from fifty.

Pulling on his pajama pants while sitting on one side of the bed, Yuki groaned again as he stood up. It was getting hard to, with all the extra weight. Not bothering to get a shirt, he grabbed his favorite pillow and headed for the door.

K stood with a great yawn, stretching leisurely. When he was finished, he leaned down and grabbed his pants from the day before.

Mika stood impatiently as Yuki opened the door, closing her phone with a quick snap. "Oh, I'm sorry, Eiri!" She smiled in false apology. "Did we wake you?"

"Don't apologize to me. It's the baby who wants me to sleep." Yuki grumbled, glaring at his sister.

"ANIKI!" Tatsuha yelped, reaching forward past Mika and hugging his brother.

"Hello, Tatsuha." Yuki sighed, returning the hug with one arm.

Mika's 'apologetic' smile turned to one of sympathy. "I can understand that. So where's this new lover of yours?"

K stepped up behind Yuki and Tatsuha, pulling his hair back into his usual high ponytail. He'd grabbed a fresh shirt, and it hung open over his chest, bright against the blackness of his pants.

Hearing K behind him, Yuki turned so Mika could see him. "This is him. K, Tatsuha and Mika. Tatsuha and Mika, K."

Tatsuha stared up at K for a moment before grinning. "Hey! I'm Tatsuha! You must be the new lover my Aniki has been raving about." Then he whispered something to Yuki about being a lucky ass dog while Yuki whispered back that he knew that already.

Mika put away her phone, stepping up next to her brothers, extending a hand for K to shake. "Mika. It's nice to finally meet you, K." She didn't bother with an honorific... They were nearly family anyway.

K smiled at both Tatsuha and Mika, and he took Mika's hand, "Good morning. It's great to meet you both... Does anyone want some breakfast? I'd be happy to make some after I pick up Michael..." He was inwardly scowling. He hated waking up...

"I wouldn't mind some food." Yuki said with a grin. K had already memorized what foods made him ill, and what he was hungry for this week.

"Me neither!" said Tatsuha, "Is he a good cook, Aniki?"

"I think he's better than me, actually."

"Really? Holy fuck…"

Mika smiled, "That would be lovely."

K nodded, his hands moving to button up his shirt. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back soon." He slipped past Mika and Tatsuha, making his way to his car. Maybe he could get some sleep at a stop light...

And now Yuki was alone with his siblings. Joy.

"So, come in then." He said with a tiny, hopefully inaudible sigh.

"Heeeeeey…Aniki, can I use your TV? Father took mine so I haven't been able to watch my new Nittle Grasper DVD. It's got-"

"Go ahead." Yuki cut off Tatsuha before he could finish. The teen bounced off with shiny eyes to watch his idol gyrate his way into millions of people's hearts.

Mika moved farther into the room as she heard K's car start. "Who's Michael?"

"Michael is K's son." Yuki said, easing himself onto the couch and holding his pillow close to him.

She shut the door, moving to sit next to him. Her eyes landed on the coffee table, which was piled with crayons, pictures, and a few Hot Wheels cars. "How long have they been staying with you?"

"Well, K has been here since two days before he knocked me up, then Michael came around about a week later. So about 6 months I should say." Yuki said thoughtfully, ending with a yawn.

Mika snorted. "I talked to Father. He refuses to send his blessings until he meets your lover."

"I assumed as much." Yuki said, staring at her. "How much of a scandal is he afraid of?"

"I heard him clearly state that he would disown you if you let anything more leak to the papers before going to Kyoto yourself, I'm almost positive I heard him say something about damning the Tokyo Times..." Mika shrugged. "It's his usual spiel. I'd be careful, Eiri. He's going to insist on some sort of binding for this relationship."

"If K wants to, I'll do it." Yuki said leisurely, scratching his head, "I won't force him to do anything against his will. He just got divorced five months ago, Aneki."

"Five months? And he's already living with you? I knew you moved fast, Eiri, but really." Mika shook her head. "How old is his son?"

"Nineteen."

"Nineteen?" She raised a perfectly arched brow. "A nineteen year old boy, who draws with crayons. Or maybe those are yours. You never know. After six months, anything could happen."

"Oh yes, Aneki, I drew you a butterfly." Yuki said, with a fake sickly sweet child's voice. What was even sicker was the fact Yuki knew he'd had such a voice years ago. "He's seven."

Mika rolled her eyes, reaching over and flicking him in the shoulder. "Don't be an ass, Eiri."

"I'm an ass by nature, Aneki, and that I hurt /I ." He grumbled, pretending to be hurt and rubbing his shoulder.

"Should I kiss it, make it better?"

"You'll make K jealous."

"Since when did you care if a lover of yours was jealous? Don't tell me that you've gotten domestic in your pregnancy."

Yuki yawned. "I love him, Aneki."

Mika looked surprised. Her bastard brother had never given her such an open, clearly honest admission.

"So, Aneki…Do you think Father would die of a heart attack if I came to visit?" he asked, only looking a tad bit hopeful.

"A stroke would be more likely, Eiri. Or cardiac arrest." Mika smirked, "But he won't. I already told him you were going to visit. He's having your room cleaned."

Yuki smiled grimly. Sounded like fun… "Would that stroke be a promise if I were to bring K and Michael with me?"

I Something I need to talk to him about… /I Yuki thought with an inward sigh. Poor K…he didn't know what family he'd just gotten into…

Mika raised a slow brow. "He wouldn't be expecting it... Of course, he's not prone to die any time soon, Eiri. You might as well stop trying to kill him."

With an exaggerated sigh of defeat Yuki asked, "How long are you going to stay here? Long enough to make sure I pack and get on a train? I'm not flying."

"You wish." She smiled. "You've been spared. The good son has a funeral to perform tomorrow morning, so we'll be leaving tonight."

"How unfortunate. And here I was hoping for a heartfelt reunion with my siblings."

"I'm sure."

"MOMMY YUKIIIII!"

Yuki didn't blink, just turned to the door and smiled. "Hey Mikey."

"I brought back something for you, Mommy Yuki!" said Michael happily as he came into the room, his daddy in tow.

K looked a bit more awake, and he smiled as Michael pulled away from him to bounce onto the couch next to Yuki.

Mika watched Michael and Yuki, and though she didn't want to admit it, she was charmed. The little boy was chattering on to Yuki like he wasn't an asshole novelist, just another person. It was different, and her brother's reaction was so... genuine.

Yuki smiled down at Michael as he presented him with a large painting of a massively green park with a swing set and a slide. "Is this the park next to your school?"

"Yeah! Mr. Uzuki said we should paint something we knew! And me and Kyo go to the park all the time so I painted this!" Michael said, placing the painting in Yuki's hands.

"It's great, Mikey. It looks really good."

"Can we bring the baby to the park? After he's born?" Michael asked, a huge smile on his face.

Yuki returned the smile, looking away from the painting to answer. "Of course. But don't forget, it might be a girl."

Michael looked sheepish. "Yeah! I forgot."

K smiled. "I take it none of you are hungry..."

"YEAH! I'M HUNGRY DADDY!"

Wheeling around, Michael noticed Mika.

"Oh, right. Mikey, this is Mika. She's my sister." Yuki said, ruffling Michael's hair.

"Hi, Mommy Yuki's sister!"

"My brother is in the other room, watching a video."

"A video? Can I go watch too?"

Yuki cringed. He could only imagine what was on the movie, much less what Tatsuha was doing with it. "Um, how about you go help your daddy with breakfast?"

"Okay!"

Mika smiled softly as she watched Michael and K disappear into the kitchen. "He's a cute kid, Eiri. Don't corrupt him."

Yuki inwardly laughed his ass off. Like having two gay parents while growing up, one obsessed with guns, and the other a near-complete bastard wasn't going to corrupt him. "I'll try, Aneki."

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K leaned back in his chair, looking around at the people seated closest to him. Yuki was next to him, and Michael was on his other side. Mika and Tatsuha took the other side of the table, and he raised a brow as Mika pushed her plate away from herself. Her fingers were long and thin, like Yuki's, but they ended in long, painted nails. K preferred the sensibly cut nails of his lover.

"Ouch, Aniki, I think you might've been right." Tatsuha said, wiping away the last of the meal from his lips, "He does cook better than you."

Yuki had been pretty much living on K's cooking for the past six months. "I know."

"I mean I seriously /I , the taste and texture are exceptional and-"

"Shut up."

Mika's lips twitched, "It was very good, K. Thank you."

K shook his head, waving away her thanks. "Don't worry about it. Anything for Yuki's family."

Tatsuha's eyebrows both went up. "Anything?"

K looked over at him, "Yeah. Anything."

A sudden thought went through the teen's mind, an only slightly impish smile on his face. "You used to be Ryuichi Sakuma's manager…right?"

Yuki groaned. He knew where this was going. Before K could reply he reached over the table and grabbed Tatsuha's cheek. "Stop taking advantage of my boyfriend, Tatsuha."

"But Anikiiiiii…"

"No."

"Awwwww…"

Ignoring his lover's interruption, K raised a brow. "I managed Ryuichi. Why?"

Mika shook her head. "Don't ask. Tatsuha would do anything to get into that poor man's pants."

Tatsuha's mouth spread into a wide grin, despite the fingers pulling on the side of his face.

Yuki scowled. "Don't encourage him, K." he said with a sigh, looking back at Tatsuha.

But Tatsuha wasn't there, and had left his napkin in between Yuki's fingers. Instead, he was kneeling beside K with his hands clasped together.

"Please please please introduce me to Sakuma-san!" he begged, staring up at K with shining eyes.

K looked down at him, then glanced at Yuki. "I suppose..." Anything to get him to stop looking at him like that.

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Ryuichi sneezed, dropping Kumagorou as he doubled over. He scooped up the pink rabbit, straightening with a happy bounce. "Someone's talking about me!" He singsonged, skipping over to Tohma.

"Probably one of yours millions of fans, Ryuichi." Tohma said with a smile.

"If they're talking about me, they're talking about you too!" Ryuichi beamed. "Did you sneeze?"

"No, unfortunately not." Tohma said, still smiling, " It may have been someone who loves only you then."

Ryuichi cocked his head, clutching the pink bunny to his chest. "But who would love only me?"

"Many people would." Tohma answered, staring at his watch. Fuck, where was their driver?

"I guess..." Bouncing a bit impatiently, Ryuichi chewed on one of Kumagorou's ears.

"You guess?" Tohma said, raising a brow at Ryuichi.

He let the bunny's ear drop. "Yeah..." Ryuichi's childlike demeanor seemed to fade. "I mean, sure, most of Japan is crazy for us, but..." He shrugged, picking a fuzz ball off of Kumagorou's bow. "It'd be kinda nice to be loved, just by one person."

"It is nice." Tohma said, thinking of his wife. Oh wait, two. Miwako too. "I'm sure that there is one person who loves you for you, Ryuichi."

And he already knew of one person…

"Yeah!" Ryuichi grinned, turning to hug Tohma. "Thanks, Tohma! I'm sure there is, somewhere!"

Tohma returned the hug, a knowing smile on his face. "You're welcome, Ryuichi." He said, I'll help you find your 'special someone', if you like."

"Really?" Ryuichi let go of his friend, bouncing excitedly again. "Where do we start?"

"Hmmm…" Tohma said thoughtfully, "I'm not sure. Have you met anyone who likes you for you?"

Then he added, "Who isn't a band mate, or a regular friend of yours?"

"Um..." Ryuichi paused, eyebrows drawing together as he thought. Shuichi counted as a regular friend, didn't he? So he didn't count... There was that one trip to the zoo, with Tatsuha... They hadn't really talked after, but it had been a fun trip... "One person, I think!"

With a wider smiled, Tohma asked, "Who?"

He'd known already…

"Tatsuha! We went to the zoo, and we got to dress up in costumes, and it was really fun!" Ryuichi smiled widely, clearly proud that he'd found someone who'd liked him for himself.

"Tatsuha?" Tohma said, watching Ryuichi out of the corner of his eye. "I heard he's in Tokyo today. Nearby, actually."

"We should go visit!"

Tohma tried his best to keep his calm façade under control, not speaking for a moment. He hoped that Tatsuha would take care of his Ryuichi, so he answered, "All right. Let's go get my car instead."

Besides, if Tatsuha did hurt Ryuichi, he could always kill him. Or at least hurt him right back.

"Okay!" Ryuichi smiled, taking one of Tohma's hands and pulling him towards the parking space his car occupied.

Pressing the button on his key chain, Tohma smiled as the car made a beep sound. Opening the driver side door, he slid in. "We'll be there in less than ten minutes."

Ryuichi buckled himself into the seat, humming under his breath as Tohma started the car. He went from one Nittle Grasper hit to the next, eventually even including some of Bad Luck's newer releases. His eyes watched the passing buildings, and he kept time with one tapping foot.

Tohma kept to his word, taking less than six minutes to get to Yuki's house. Unbuckling his belt, he smiled at Ryuichi. "We're here."

"Tohma..." Ryuichi unbuckled his seatbelt, looking nervously at Tohma. He wasn't used to being nervous... "What if he doesn't like me anymore?"

It took all Tohma had not to laugh out loud. "I'm sure he likes you a lot, even still, Ryuichi."

"Okay..." Ryuichi opened the door, his small hands gripping Kumagorou tightly.

"Hey." Tohma said, reaching out and squeezing Ryuichi's cheek. "Don't be scared. He really does like you."

Nodding, Ryuichi smiled in thanks. Someone in that house liked him for who he was, and he was going to find him!

Taking Ryuichi up to the front door, Tohma rang the bell and waited.

Upstairs, he could hear voices.

"ANIIKIIIIII! SOMEONE'S AT THE DOOR!"

"He's sleeping!" K shouted from the kitchen. "Open it yourself!" They'd all dropped formalities once Yuki had made it clear K was going to be sticking around.

"Yes, Tatsuha, please answer the door!" An irritable Yuki added from somewhere further away.

"OKAAAAAY!"

Tatsuha padded on over to the door, humming 'Be There'. He opened the door with a joyful swing.

"Hellooooooo-"

He was cut off in his what was supposed to be a drawn out 'hello' by the fact his jaw had fallen to the floor.

Ryuichi laughed, high and joyful. "Hi Tatsuha-kun! I'm not sure if you remember me, but I'm-"

"Oh my god!" Tatsuha gasped, falling to his knees. "R-Ryuichi Sakuma…"

Blinking in concern, Ryuichi kneeled down next to the shocked younger man, pressing a hand to his forehead. "Are you okay, Tat-kun? You don't have a fever..."

Tatsuha sighed, reveling in the fact that Ryuichi was touching him. "I-I'm okay, Sakuma-san…"

Tohma hid a snicker behind his hand.

"Here. Take Kumagorou! He makes everything better!" Ryuichi smiled, thrusting the pink rabbit at Tatsuha.

Mika appeared behind her younger brother, looking amused. "Tohma, come inside... They'll find their way in eventually."

Tohma nodded, walking past the kneeling pair. Though he did hope that Tatsuha wouldn't jump the singer on the front porch.

Tatsuha got into a sitting position, taking Kumagorou into his hands and staring at him. "Hello, Kuma-chan!" He said, speaking directly to the rabbit, "You know, Sakuma-san was right. You do make everything better!"

Ryuichi smiled brightly. "See? He's magic! He doesn't let me get lost, and he's always there when I need him!"

"Well, Kuma-chan, if you ever need a break from watching over Sakuma-san, you tell me okay?" Tatsuha asked, grinning at the rabbit. Almost like making a silent agreement.

Giggling, Ryuichi launched forward and knocked Tatsuha backward in a huge hug. "We can all watch each other! That's what people who like people do, right? We should try it!"

Now lying on his back halfway out of the door, Tatsuha smiled up at his god. "I like you a lot, Sakuma-san."

Ryuichi smiled back. Tohma was right! Tatsuha really did like him! "I like you too, Tat-kun."

That was it. Tatsuha couldn't resist. Craning his neck, he let his lips brush over Ryuichi's just slightly, hoping to god that Ryuichi wouldn't push him away.

Instead of pushing him away, Ryuichi added to the kiss, his lips pressing against Tatsuha's.

Tatsuha could hear angels singing. And strangely enough, they all sounded like Ryuichi. He looped his arms around Ryuichi's back and pulling himself up into a sitting position, with Ryuichi straddling him.

Kumagorou was pinned between them, but Ryuichi didn't care, focusing on Tatsuha's lips. Was this what it felt like to be loved by one person? Tohma was right... it was nice...

With a sigh, Tatsuha told himself that if he died right then, he would die a happy man. Breaking the kiss, he grabbed Ryuichi's face and stared into his eyes. "Sakuma-san…How much do you like me?"

"Lots!" Ryuichi smiled, his hands holding onto the excess material of Tatsuha's shirt.

Tatsuha pushed at Ryuichi's legs, motioning for him to wrap them around his waist. "I like you lots too, Sakuma-san. Actually, I love you."

Ryuichi did as Tatsuha suggested, his legs wrapping around the younger man's waist. He wasn't sure how to respond to Tatsuha's admission, so he tilted his head and asked, "Really?"

"Yup. Sakuma-san is my God, I love him with my whole entire heart." Tatsuha said, pulling himself off the ground and picking Ryuichi up as well.

Squeaking a bit in surprise, Ryuichi grabbed for both Kumagorou and Tatsuha's shoulder. "Tat-kun..." He looked down at Tatsuha from his new height. "Why didn't you tell me before?"

Tatsuha thought for a moment, carrying Ryuichi past the door and kicking it shut with one foot. "I was a little scared." He admitted, a faint flush coloring his face.

"Oh." Ryuichi smiled slightly, leaning down a bit to rest his head on Tatsuha's shoulder. "I've been scared too."

"Really?" Tatsuha wondering if Ryuichi could hear his heart beating wildly. He could recall that K's son had been pulled into a trip to the zoo by one of his friends, so they were free to do as they pleased.

He walked down the hall, to the back of the house. (so Aniki, Aneki, and co wouldn't hear.) And found the guest bedroom that Tatsuha often used when he was visiting Yuki. It had been a guest room, but the only guest Yuki ever had was Tatsuha so…

It was his room, decorated with a few large posters of Nittle Grasper, and of Ryuichi. His spare set of CDs was here too, in case Father tried to throw them out. He dropped Ryuichi on the bed, soon covering him with his own body and kissing him again.

Ryuichi muffled a startled sound in Tatsuha's mouth, his legs still wrapped around the younger man's waist, though not as securely as before. He wasn't used to being tossed around so much, but somehow it didn't feel wrong with Tatsuha. He still felt safe, even after being tossed onto the bed.

It took all Tatsuha had not to start squealing like a girl. He was kissing Ryuichi! And Ryuichi wasn't pushing him away! He wanted to taste the singer slowly; devouring his flavor would be too short if he wasn't careful. So he swiped a tongue gently against Ryuichi's lips, almost begging to be let in.

Shivering in his excitement, Ryuichi's lips parted willingly. He pulled Kumagorou out from between them, setting the rabbit higher up on the bed. He didn't want him to get hurt, after all...

Rapture. That's what it was. The feeling, the taste, the smell…all of it was beautiful. All of Ryuichi was beautiful. Tatsuha pulled on the hem of Ryuichi's shirt, longing to touch the body he'd seen many times on stage or in movies…

Ryuichi mimicked Tatsuha's tug, just as eager to touch the other man's skin. He didn't want to wait... He wanted to know this person who loved him for who he was inside and out.

Tatsuha slipped his hands underneath the shirt, hands practically shaking from excitement. Just like he'd dreamed (all of which he woke up from with sheets to clean.), Ryuichi's skin was soft and the waist lithe and supple. He wanted to moan for the very feeling of the older man's skin.

Shifting a bit under Tatsuha's warm touch, Ryuichi tucked one small hand into Tatsuha's shirt. He pulled back from the kiss, looking up at Tatsuha with wide eyes. "Tat-kun... Am I allowed to touch you?"

"Please do, Sakuma-san…" Tatsuha wanted to moan at the very thought of being touched at all like that by the older man. Ryuichi's beautiful eyes…so open and shining that he leaned up a little, kissing the lids of his eyes.

"Okay..." Ryuichi let his hand slide over his young fan's abdomen, biting his lip. "Tat-kun?"

"What is it, Sakuma-san?" Tatsuha breathed, barely able to hear with the delighted sobbing in his mind. His hands were touching Ryuichi Sakuma's body…He could die now. He was happy.

Ryuichi's hand moved up, tracing the defined lines of Tatsuha's chest. He wasn't really in control of his hand now... It was doing what it wanted to, without any permission from his mind. "Can you call me Ryuichi? Please?"

"Of course…Ryuichi…" Tatsuha murmured, loving the feeling of the name on his tongue, as well as the body beneath him. He tugged on the shirt that had ridden up to Ryuichi's perfect little nipples, silently asking him to remove it.

"Thank you..." Ryuichi pulled his hand from Tatsuha's shirt, wiggling out of his own shirt carefully.

Tatsuha almost started drooling as he as he watched Ryuichi's stomach curve and move as he removed the shirt. So sexy. Everything Ryuichi did was sexy. He would have to drink up that sexiness slowly, lick it up with his tongue.

His hands traced the sides of Ryuichi's stomach, admiring the perfect color and soft skin. Sliding down a little, he landed on the floor on his knees. Tatsuha kissed a line from the older man's neck down his chest slowly, until he reached one of the pink nipples. He kissed that, licking a circle around it delicately.

Ryuichi moaned in surprise, his back arching to press into Tatsuha's mouth. "Tat-kun..."

Oh dear god! That sound! Tatsuha could feel himself about to cry. That had to be the sexiest damn thing he'd ever heard. Then Ryuichi moaned his name and he had to stop licking to take a beep breath. He bit gently at the nipple, letting it get harder.

Slipping down a bit further, he kept placing kisses and licks on the tender flesh where he could. He licked a line around Ryuichi's belly button, letting his tongue dart inside as well. Then he reached the line of the older man's pants. He hesitated, looking up. "Ryu…?" he asked, letting one finger slip beneath the edge.

He looked down at Tatsuha, eyes wide and begging. Ryuichi couldn't have formed a full sentence if he tried, he could only slip his hands past Tatsuha's to undo the button on his pants.

Tatsuha's mouth on his skin was driving him mad, but he couldn't possibly tell him to stop. "Ta..."

All Tatsuha wanted right now was to see Ryuichi's entire body. He wanted to touch every part, kiss and lick every inch. With a soft sigh of ultimate happiness, he slipped the pants easily from Ryuichi's legs. What he saw was the curve of his hips and the full extent of his legs. That was enough to make Tatsuha's eyes blur with tears.

Then he leaned down, ready to worship Ryuichi in such a way that he'd dreamed of for the most of his life.

Ryuichi shifted on the bed, feeling the comforter bunch under him. He blinked down at Tatsuha, smooth brow furrowing in confusion. "Tat-kun?"

He gasped sharply, feeling the first electric touch on one of the most intimate parts of his body. "W…what are you doing?"

It seemed that the single, tiny lick Tatsuha had given the length had quite the reaction. Listening to the body writhe from his small amount of teasing, Tatsuha gave another small, almost cat-like lick before taking Ryuichi completely into his mouth. I Fuck. /i. Tatsuha thought dreamily. Ryuichi tasted good….

The singer shut his eyes tight as he bit his lip. "Ah…" Ryuichi felt like he was going to explode, his senses heightening under Tatsuha's wonderfully hot, wet mouth. Pressing his hips up, he tried in vain to stifle his moan.

Running his hands up over Ryuichi's chest and stomach, Tatsuha rolled and sucked expertly. Ryuichi was candy and Tatsuha never wanted to stop eating him.

When Ryuichi's moan slipped free, it was nearly a musical note. With the range of sounds that was escaping the singer's throat, it could almost pass for a song, save the fact that there was no music and the only rhythm was Tatsuha's mouth on Ryuichi's body.

And what a rhythm it was.

Ryuichi's hips bucked immediately to Tatsuha's caresses, rolling, pressing, and bucking when the younger man's teasing became too much.

Tatsuha reluctantly released Ryuichi and started kissing a line up the grooves of the singer's muscles. When he reached Ryuichi's mouth, he hovered just above the older man's lips. "Ryuichi…Can I...be inside you?"

Each word was spoken while barely touching the older man's lips, each a breathy moan.

Eyes opening as Tatsuha moved back up his body, Ryuichi whimpered as his lower half was left unattended. Then his eyes widened in shock at Tatsuha's request. "You'd…want to do that?" Ryuichi asked, a dazed smile on his face.

Yes, oh God, yes he did. But Tatsuha was too busy being entranced by Ryuichi's smile. Somehow he managed to nod, pressing his lips faintly against the older man's. His entire body yearned to be inside Ryuichi, to feel the muscles clench around him. The very thought made Tatsuha moan.

Ryuichi made a soft, needy sound, wrapping his legs around Tatsuha's waist again. It was only then that he realized the other man was still dressed. "Okay…"

He reached up, fingers curling into the collar of Tatsuha's shirt. "No clothes." He pouted, tugging gently.

"Then please take them off, "Tatsuha purred, letting his fingers brush Ryuichi's hair.

Nodding brightly, Ryuichi wiggled out from under his number one fan, and pulled Tatsuha's shirt over his head.

Unable to wait, Tatsuha hastily unbuttoned his jeans and slid out of them. He thought briefly how lucky he was not to have worn any underwear that day. Reaching over Ryuichi's head, he pulled a bottle of lubricant from underneath the pillow. It never hurt to be prepared, right?

Ryuichi seemed oblivious to Tatsuha's movements except for the removal of his pants. There was no way he could miss that. His eyes were huge, focused on Tatsuha's jutting erection. His hand moved of it's own accord, grasping Tatsuha's surprising length, fingers barely touching as his hand wrapped around.

A surprised sound escaped Tatsuha's throat. Ryuichi was…was…

Fuck, he couldn't thinks straight at all.

He nearly dropped the bottle, moaning as he placed it clumsily nearby.

Smiling, Ryuichi traced Tatsuha's length with two dainty fingers, sliding them very lightly over it. Tatsuha's moan was a low, enticing sound, and he leaned up to press a shy little kiss to the other man's lips.

Ryuichi's touch, taste, and smell were already enough to make Tatsuha come. But he wanted to I inside /i Ryuichi, to claim him forever.

Brushing away the teasing fingers gently from his heated arousal, he placed himself carefully between Ryuichi's thighs, pushing him down on the bed softly. Grabbing the bottle, he poured some of it onto his hand.

A small pout replaced Ryuichi's smile. He'd I liked /I touching Tatsuha. Did Tatsuha not want him to? Biting his lip, he told himself he wouldn't touch Tatsuha unless asked.

Then all though was proved moot as something slipped inside of him. It was followed quickly by intense pain, and tears welled in Ryuichi's eyes.

Tatsuha stared down at Ryuichi, checking his expression. Leaning over, he placed a kiss on the singers beautiful now swollen lips. "Ryu, it will hurt…" he murmured, "But I'll make it feel good."

Ryuichi whimpered, returning the kiss He would do anything to relieve the pain that was slowly but surely working it's way through his body. "It hurts, Tat-kun…"

The last thing Tatsuha wanted was to hurt Ryuichi. He'd been on bottom at least once or twice in his life (not that he'd admit it) and through personal experience knew it hurt like hell.

Deepening the kiss, he slipped another finger in, moving both gently.

Two tears fell onto Ryuichi's cheeks, and he breath caught in his chest. He couldn't summon the presence of mind to meet Tatsuha's tongue with his own, instead trying to keep his hips from Tatsuha's questing fingers.

Leaving Ryuichi's lips, Tatsuha held his fingers completely still. "Ryu," he murmured, unable to ignore the tears running down the singer's face, "I promise you it will feel good."

Tatsuha kissed the tears away from the soft skin underneath Ryuichi's eyes. "Do you trust me, Ryu?" he asked, still not moving anything but his lips.

Ryuichi could only nod, biting his lip as Tatsuha moved away. Finally, he found his voice. "I trust you, Tat-kun…"

"Okay, this is going to hurt, Ryu," Tatsuha warned softly as he slipped a third finger in.

Making a soft pained noise, Ryuichi bit his lip harder. Owwy…He wanted Tatsuha to make the pain go away. He wanted it to feel good, like Tat-kun promised.

After deciding that Ryuichi would be able to accommodate him, Tatsuha withdrew all three fingers. He leaned back down and grabbed the bottle, squeezing it hard enough that the liquid shot out and his entire hand was coated. Covering himself completely, Tatsuha placed himself at Ryuichi's entrance.

Ryuichi let out a relieved little sigh; happy the pain inducing fingers had been removed from his body. He yelped in surprise as Tatsuha pressed his tip inside. Then he cried out in pain as the other man began to push with his hips. "No…Tat-kun, stop…" His tears started again, spilling down his face. "It hurts…"

But he couldn't stop. Tatsuha's hands went on either side of Ryuichi's arched back, biting his lip. Fuck, Ryuichi was so tight he could barely move! "Ryu…you have to relax or it will hurt more," he whispered with a shuddery sigh.

"No…stop it!" Ryuichi used his hands to push at Tatsuha's shoulders. "You lied…It doesn't feel good and I want it to stop!"

"It I will /I feel good…" Tatsuha mumbled, breath hitching as he managed to slide himself completely inside. "I promised…right?"

His tears doubling, Ryuichi tried again to push Tatsuha away. He couldn't speak through his ragged breathing, and his protests were becoming increasingly weak.

Reaching down, Tatsuha grasped the other man's length, roughly moving his fingers up and down it. "Ryu…trust me…"

Ryuichi let out an unexpected moan, looking up at Tatsuha with wet, shining eyes. "I'm…not sure I wanna do this, Tat-kun…"

"I don't think…you're body agrees, Ryu…" Tatsuha murmured, moving his hand. He pulled out as best he could, then pushed back in.

"Tatsuha…!" Ryuichi cried out, not sure if the younger man's movements felt good or bad. He couldn't tell anymore, his mind shutting down to give in to the situation.

Every thrust rushed through Tatsuha's body. Ryuichi's body had unconsciously relaxed so it would be more comfortable for both of them. His one hand holding him up was slipping, the other pulling at the older man's close to exploding organ.

Exquisite. Ryuichi crying out his name, the tears doting his face and eyelashes…

The singer's hands gripped at Tatsuha's shoulders instead of pushing them away. Ryuichi's hips were rocking up into Tatsuha's movements, the aching discomfort giving way under the other man's touch.

Relieved that Ryuichi was finally completely comfortable, Tatsuha ran a thumbnail over the head of the hot member in his hand before bringing it into the same rhythm as his thrusts. The warm, slightly moist hands clinging to his shoulders felt welcoming. He worked hard at keeping his eyes open so he could watch Ryuichi writhe and move under him.

"Tat-kun…" Ryuichi dragged the last syllable with a long groan, his returning thrusts becoming more and more disjointed. "I'm gonna…"

Tatsuha already knew what Ryuichi was going to say, so he speeded up slightly. He felt the same way, and could feel that he would too.

Ryuichi's hips jerked as he came, head tossing to press against the bed. His nails dug into Tatsuha's skin, scraping over it to leave long, red marks. He opened his mouth to gasp Tatsuha's name, but his vocal cords refused to cooperate, a deafening scream escaping instead.

When his climax peaked, Tatsuha's was much quieter. He winced at Ryuichi's scream, his moan swallowed by the sound. He fisted the comforter in his hands, bowing his head down. Sticky strands of hair fell from his sweaty forehead.

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K jumped, looking up from the latest edition of Pop Beat. He'd been scanning over the article that announced Yuki and Shuichi's breakup when he'd heard the scream. He launched to his feet, gun already in his hand.

The door to Yuki's room opened with a large, loud slam that ended up leaving the shape of the doorknob embedded in the paint. Yuki hadn't minded the moans, the faint talking…But that scream had gotten I past /I his earplugs.

Tohma and Mika had left just before the louder moans had started, the both of them looking disheveled and flustered. K was glad, stepping over a bucket of legos as he moved towards Tatsuha's door. They could have gotten in the way. Throwing open the door, he was nearly blinded by the unblockable view of Tatsuha's butt.

Tatsuha turned at the sound of the door opening, meeting the face of K whom looked quite ill. "Um…hi…?" I Oh. Shit. /I

Ryuichi's head poked over Tatsuha's shoulder. He blushed and squeaked, burying his face in his lover's chest.

K's eyes narrowed and he readjusted his grip on his gun. "Get off of Ryuichi." He growled. Damn. He couldn't shoot Tatsuha. He was practically family, and he I needed /I Yuki's family to like him.

Staring at the gun that was threatening his life, Tatsuha's eyes darted between that and Ryuichi. The beautiful man he wanted to snuggle so badly with.

Yuki, somehow, had skulked down the hall and shoved K aside with the force of a tired pregnant man.

Glaring at his lover, K pointed his gun at the ceiling. He knew that whatever Yuki would dish out to his brother was going to be far more enjoyable to watch, but he still wasn't going to put away his gun.

Yuki reached onto the nearby dresser, picking up a blanket. "K…?" he asked, his voice quiet but radiating quite a bit of anger.

"Yes, love?" K asked, smiling in a was he knew would deflect Yuki's anger. Any anger the author had at I him /I anyway.

Flashing a cool smile, Yuki gestured toward Tatsuha. "Throw him out."

K grinned, holstering his gun. "My pleasure." He stepped into the room, gripping Tatsuha by the hair and began to pull him off the bed.

Yuki tossed the blanket to Ryuichi so the older man could cover himself. "Thank you."

Tatsuha's eyes teared from his hair being yanked from his skull. "W-wait…Can't I at least… OW!…put my pants on?"

"No."

"ANIKIIIIIIIII!" Tatsuha yelped, trying in vain to get K's iron-strong grip out of his hair. One side of his head was going numb.

Lips twitching, K proceeded to drag Tatsuha out of the bedroom, through the living room, and out the front door. If anything, the woman across the street would enjoy the view.

After watching K drag Tatsuha out the door with an only half-sadistic smile, Yuki turned toward the man still lying in his brother's bed. "A nice way for us to meet again after all these years, huh Sakuma-san?" he said, a small smile/smirk on his lips.

Ryuichi looked up from his search for Kumagorou, fingers locating the soft fur. Clutching the rabbit to his chest, he blushed up at Yuki. "Yep…I didn't mean to make you or K angry…" He looked at the younger man with glassy, well-meaning eyes.

"I'm not angry at you, and K's just fucking protective." Yuki said with an amused grin. He was almost jealous of that. I Almost /I . "Although you two could have picked a better time and place. While I'm sleepy and two rooms down wouldn't be the best place."

Smiling apologetically, Ryuichi glanced around for his pants. "What is K going to do to Tat-kun?"

"Nothing I too /i serious." Yuki said, his amusement growing, "Just throw him outside buck naked. Hope he's not too cold."

Outside, Tatsuha sneezed violently, hiding behind a bush from Yumiko Hagakura whom was searching for him after spotting him run outside in skins.

Ryuichi's eyes widened. "It's really cold out today, Yuki-san! He'll freeze!" He nearly tumbled out of bed as he reached for his pants.

"Don't worry, Sakuma-san. I'll toss his pants down from the roof." Yuki said, though he had no intention of doing so.

Hell hath no fury like a pregnant man awoken.

Falling out of bed as he tugged on his pants, Ryuichi chewed gently on Kumagorou's ear. He let the bunny drop as he grabbed Tatsuha's pants. Scooping him up again, he called, "Nuh-uh! I'll bring them to him! You don't have to worry about anything, Yuki-san!"

"Sakuma-san, it's really not-"

The only answer was the leg of Tatsuha's pants whipping around the corner.

Yuki stared at the door for a minute before shrugging to himself and heading back to his room. I Whatever. /I

Meanwhile, Tatsuha was huddled behind a bush in front of Yuki's house. He was shivering, noticing the gravel was digging into his ass. It seemed like a dream that less than ten minutes ago, he'd been with Ryuichi. He sighed. I Perfect… I

Ryuichi burst through Yuki's front door, hugging Tatsuha's pants and Kumagorou close. His skin prickled in the cold and he realizes he hadn't gotten a shirt or zipped up his pants. He could only imagine what it had to be like for Tatsuha. "Tat-kun?"

Tatsuha jumped, for a moment mistaking that sweet voice for that woman. Then he knew exactly who it was. Sticking his head out from the side of the bush, he met the incredible sight of an incredibly sexy half-dressed Ryuichi looking for him. "Ryuichi…" he whispered, just in case that woman was nearby, "Over here…"

"Tat-kun!" Ryuichi's face lit up and he all but flew over to the bush. "Are you cold?"