Day Three

The concert had been fantastic. Takuya thought he may have had just one drink too many, but he wasn't drunk, per ce, just a little twisted.

Their tongues were tangling even before they got in the door, fighting for dominance. When he heard the door slam behind them, Takuya grabbed his hands and forced his arms above his head, pressing his body against the hallway wall.

Saki fought back, his usual self-satisfied smirk touching his lips, hips pressing forward, searching him out... But he was knocked roughly back, banging his head against the wall. The haze of lust drifted into the background of his gaze.

Takuya didn't know what was wrong with himself, but he knew he couldn't just keep living like this. He knew he wanted this boy, achingly so, but he also wanted basketball. Wanted fame, wanted a challenge, wanted his family, wanted to win.

He nipped at Asakura's soft, well taken care of lips.

"You take care of what takes care of you," the musician had said once, sliding a finger over glossy lips to smooth the make up. Now...

"I want you," Takuya whispered huskily, pressing his body's full, tall length against it's opposite. "I want you forever and mine."

The surprised look did not suit Saki's face. His eyes melted and he looked almost scared.

"Okay."

His whisper surprised them both.

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If there was any heaven outside the basketball court, it had to be hidden in Saki's body. Takuya moaned deep and he plunged in, folding over to rest his forehead against a sweaty shoulder. It would only get hotter.

And it was hot, searingly hot. His heart was pounding fast, but not in the same way as usual. He didn't just want to forget all of his work and pain, he wanted to shape himself to fit him, wanted to melt and shift and fit into every crevasse and niche.

Saki hissed between his teeth and mumbled something in frustration as he lifted his hips back towards Takuya, pressing them even closer together, making the flower in Takuya's chest bloom a little more.

He rocked slowly, agonizing for them both, bringing tears to both their eyes, not that they would admit it. Their lips fumbled together as Saki threatened to climax, tossing his head back feeling the searing brand of Takuya's kisses hold on his pulse as his mind blanked and the white fuzz that came with cocaine, a big show, snow, and sex covered him like a blanket.

Takuya made the last few pushes, burying his face in the crook of a neck and shuddered, spilling all of himself, everything, drained dry, into Saki.

Still crying a little, he pulled his softened penis out slowly and reluctantly. His body fit here, so why couldn't his soul?

Saki's arms wound around his neck, holding his head against his chest. An unusually chaste kiss was placed on his ear as the sweat-clinging hair was brushed away from his neck and forehead.

The smile that he got was hesitant and sweet.

"Okay?"

Takuya nodded and held on tight. He was held back the same way.

"Maybe I should move in?"

Talking like Monroe and walking on Snow White. (Move on to the epilogue, or review me! I always appreciate it.)