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A/N: For the image that tags along with this see "Resolution" www. deviantart. com /deviation/27233007/ (without spaces. was being mean.)

With a sigh he leaned his body against the open doorway. The doors to the home had intentionally been left propped open to allow the cooler air to circulate through out the overly heated house. Even night hadn't cooled off this summer day's temperature.

Hatsuharu looked longingly into the barely illuminated room at the sleeping figure within. A huff of sadness left him as he trailed the silver-lined features of his relative's face. Yuki seemed to be dreaming peacefully. A small smile played at the resting's lips.

He shouldn't be doing this. This was like a stalker. Didn't he creep Yuki out enough as it was? He tried to make himself move, only to fail miserably.

As quietly as possible he walked over to the other boy's bed. His bare feet barely made any sound on the flooring. The only noise that emerged was a soft plunk as he sunk down to his knees in front of his target.

So beautiful. His mind spoke for him as his fingers brushed the sweat-dusted hair away from Yuki's forehead. And completely off limits.

Where to begin on that thought? Not only did the nezumi heart still belong to the girl who had chosen another over him, they were still related. Granted, they weren't first cousins. But they still held the same last name and the same curse. That in itself would scare any semi-normal person away.

Yuki had never seriously looked twice in any sort of romantic manner at his friend. Why should he? Haru himself would admit he could be a handful. And then there was Rin.

Haru wouldn't deny he liked her. Who wouldn't? She was gorgeous, feisty, and tough. And she had turned him away, which always made Haru fight harder anyway. Could he say that he loved her? Maybe. Under another circumstance he could.

When he sat there though, in front of Yuki, he melted. How could he even think at looking at someone else? It occurred to him that as much as Rin tempted him, or should he say tempted Black, Yuki was the only one who had ever appealed to both sides of himself. He was the only one who he hadn't let get to him.

Until now.

Haru bit is tongue, trying to gain courage without letting Black overwhelm him. He would ruin everything. Carefully as possible, he got up and moved to the other side of the bed Yuki was laying in. Gently he sat down and slung his own feet in.

Gulping as the bed shifted slightly, he slunk down into the mattress. The previous occupant shifted but did not week. Swallowing the fear that was threatening to grip him he moved closer to the other body. Why, of all times, did his charm fail him?

When the object of his affection still slept Haru gained some of that courage he sought. Thanking above that Yuki was a deep sleeper, he drew himself as close to the other body as humanly possible. Gingerly he put his colder hands onto the warm skin of Yuki's back that was in front of him. Surprisingly, the body sighed happily at the slight chill and rolled back into it.

Hatsuharu jerked in breath as he found his arm was now trapped underneath Yuki's head. Letting go of his mental restrictions he buried his head into Yuki's neck, resisting the urge to cry. Why could he only get close to him at all when he was sleeping?

Just a handful of months ago he had stolen a kiss from the nezumi when he was waking up. One kiss, which he paid for dearly later on, had him more amused than any regular fight. Damn. It had been worth it. But what was this one moment worth to him?

Anything.

Haru lifted his head slightly; burying his nose into Yuki's hair as his lips pressed themselves against the sleeping's neck. Inhaling the other's scent for a moment he moved to kiss the other's shoulder. Nibbling lightly, he found, elicited a small gasp from the former "Prince."

Manipulating his position he found it rather easy to shift the silver-grey haired male onto his back. Gloating in his success so far he continued searching the other's neck and chest with his free hand. Reaching for a leap of faith, Haru bent down to attack Yuki's mouth with his own. The time for admiration was over, he firmly decided.

This action caused Yuki to finally wake up. The lack of oxygen alerted him to this puzzling situation. When a hand came up to his chest, Haru backed off. Before Yuki could snap he rushed forward.

"Wait. Please. Just…just listen to me." He whispered as loud as he dared given the odd sleeping hours of the home's owner. "Yuki. I'm not asking you to respond, or even let me do anything that scares you. I'm sure as hell not asking you to love me." Haru adverted his eyes.

"I know you don't. I know you won't. I know you can't. Even if you're heart is freed one day, I'm fully aware that it won't be given to me. Besides, you probably still think I'm joking with you…"

"Haru…" Yuki's sleep coated voice croaked. "Then what are you doing in my bed? Why were you…" A brief blush covered the older's face before disappearing just as quickly as it came.

"All I want," Haru explained as he wrapped his wandering hand around Yuki's side. "Is for you to accept me for what I am, as you've always done. And let me stay beside you for this one night. I'll never ask more of you. Ever. As long as you know… that I love you. And no matter what life throws at us, I always will."

Yuki mouthed in protest but stopped himself. He stared at his old friend for what seemed like an eternity. His puzzled expression quickly turned into a frown.

"Haru. I've always known." He said simply.

Haru released him for a moment. He pushed himself up to half sitting and looked down at the mattress beneath him. A flash of pain ran across his eyes.

"The reason I reject you…" Yuki continued, pushing Haru's face so that it looked directly at him. "Is because I was always afraid how I would react if I owned up to knowing you were being truthful…"

"…Are you saying…" Haru gasped, his own turn for shock coming on.

"No." Yuki snapped immediately. "Can you imagine what Kyo would say? His ego's large enough as it is after To-" clearing his throat and thoughts he looked back up at the waiting ushi.

"What I am saying…" He let his hand fall down to the white-and-black haired's arm to pull him back downwards so that he loomed over him. "Is that you can stay."

Haru smiled and lay back down. He rested his head on Yuki's chest, hugging him lightly. When he went to close his eyes, he found himself being shoved off.

"It's hot enough without a human blanket." Yuki grumbled to himself only to find Haru hovering over him again. "Uuhhf. What now?" He shouldn't have asked.

Within a heartbeat, the bed's owner was deprived of air once more. With reluctance, he let Haru indulge himself as he wished until he broke away. The glint in the other's eye gave Yuki fair warning.

"Black's gotta go. Didn't I already say it was too hot in here?" Yuki blushed slightly once more making a now very white Haru's jaw to slack a bit. "Stop looking at me like that!" He snapped and turned over onto his side, away from Haru's eyes.

Half expected Yuki wasn't curled up for a moment before the other boy was wrapped around him. Unfortunately, it seemed like Black had surfaced despite Haru's best efforts. Yuki groaned. This was going to be a long night.

"Screw it." He said, shocked he had spoken like that himself. "Who cares what that neko baka thinks anyway?" He sneered as he turned to meet Black…