Disclaimer: I own an old teddy bear since I was five and that's all..

This was supposed to be an one-shot. Then it was supposed to be updated on friday. Apparently I can't stop myself when it comes to the big G as my brother calls it. Anyway, thanks to:
-tammy-love, wendyghost, Guren, Yuki N Shuichi 4Eva, Towa-chan, rebelyell59, Emerald.Crystal.Rain and AoiFurin.

Read and Enjoy!

UNREQUITED CHAPTER TWO: Dare
It was all a dream.

It was finally the last day of the tour, the way back to their houses, and the chance to finally get away from him. After what had happened he had avoided him as much as he could without being obvious, changing the subject when questioned about his supposed nightmare and keeping himself busy in an attempt to forget what he had almost done.

It had been a week without much contact with him.

However, something in his oh so clever plan had gone horribly wrong, as he found himself, somehow, sitting next to him at the backseat of the van, while the other slept comfortably ignoring the hell he was going through.

As time passed by, he had fallen asleep too, leaning more and more towards his right, just where he was sitting. He could smell the scent of his shampoo and his cologne and feel his long brown locks against himself every time he moved slightly. He was so close to him, he knew that if he looked up he would find his face right next to him and their lips would touch.

Maybe it wasn't hell after all.

He moved slightly, making him lean a bit more. His warm breath tickled his ear and made him blush in the darkness. How long had he waited for something like this could happen? If only he had the courage to look up...

How long it was before it happened he never knew. Finally giving up to resist and to pretend he didn't feel the way he did, he closed his eyes and sighed. Then, slowly, he turned his head towards his left, making sure not to wake him up.

Blindly, he searched for those lips he wanted so much, not daring to open his eyes in fear he would find himself observed. He shifted a little, raising his hand to his face and touched it. His fingers traveling down, caressing his cheek, entwining with his hair, until they rested on his neck.

He kissed him. Shyly, slowly at first, barely touching his lips, waiting for him to react, to wake up and reject him or accept him. Nothing happened, so he dared forward, forgetting all his fears and risking it all for the sake of a moment that he knew could change everything for good or worse.

He could feel himself trembling, his hands almost shaking uncontrollably as he heard him sigh contently. His lips opened slightly against his own, and pressed against him.

It was too much. Not caring about anything else he pushed himself against him just the moment the van stopped abruptly, and all the members of Bad Luck woke up, startled by the sudden force that pushed them forward.

He opened his eyes in surprise, finding himself halfway to the floor, just as him. For a second or two, none of them said a word, before he straightened himself and asked K what had happened. Everyone started arguing, while Suguru let himself fall completely to the floor. No one noticed as he blinked furiously trying to suppress for the second time of the week the tears that threatened to escape from his eyes.

So close, he had been so close to get free from that insane prison that his own feelings and fears had formed. Even if it was rejection, but to finally know what he felt, what he...

"Are you hurt?"

Suguru shock his head as he smiled bitterly. Nothing he could know about.

They arrived at their destination few minutes latter, picked up their things and walked towards the entrance of a building, where a car was waiting for Suguru.

He waved them goodbye and began walking. He hadn't given more than four steps when he turned around, the sudden urge to run towards him taking control. He didn't gave one step in that direction though, for everyone was already leaving, their backs turned against him, their voices fading out as the darkness to the sunrise happening above them.

And then... he turned around. It was only a moment, but he turned around and waved him one last time before leaving.

And so, the dream was gone.

But before that happened, he could have sworn he had touched his lips when they had exited the van.

A/N: Who knew those two were so popular?
To: H.I., for all our good times.