Author's Notes – Guess who's back, boys and girls. Didja miss me?

Disclaimer – I don't own any of this sexy ménage à cinq. CLAMP does. Lucky bastards.

One Last Thing Before We Die?

Much ado about bishounen.

Subaru stared. He closed his eyes for a long moment, then opened them and stared again.

Nope, still there.

"… I can't think of a better way to say this, so… what the hell?"

Seishirou was standing in his hallway. A rather flustered Keiichi was tucked under one of his arms, and Kamui was hurriedly removing his shoes behind them. Seishirou was smiling in a way that was completely meaningless, and Kamui looked like he was about to do something drastic. It was a most unpleasant image to be greeted with on a Saturday night when he had, he thought, no work to do.

Kamui finished pulling his shoes off and rushed up behind Seishirou, ducking around him and standing in front. "S-subaru-san! I-… wait, didn't you know?"

Seishirou snickered behind him, supplementing with an; "Oh, he knew."

Subaru felt himself go red and darted his eyes away to settle on staring at the floor. There was a small crack forming in the smooth expanse of his floor that was, um… sort-of interesting. "… I knew. I just didn't know that it was going to be taking place in my apartment…"

"It's the most effective way of assuring that you will indeed attend this party. You have a tendency of squirming away when you don't want to socialise."

Keiichi tilted his head to one side, "… Subaru-san wants to socialise sometimes? He doesn't look the type."

"Tell me about it…" Kamui gave a soft sigh, "… It's almost like he's avoiding me. You're not, right, Subaru?" The mega-uke turned around, giving Subaru beguiling purple eyes.

"… Er…" Subaru blinked a few times, then averted his eyes, "… Where's Fuuma, anyway? And why is he here?" He waved a hand towards Keiichi, not noticing Kamui give a soft sob and lean against the wall, doom lines decorating the back of his head.

"Me?" Keiichi gave a nervous, gracious smile, breaking away from Seishirou enough to bow briefly, "… U-um, sorry for turning up uninvited, Subaru-san. I noticed Sakurazuka-san and Kamui-kun on the doorstep, and I-… well…"

"Couldn't resist sticking your nose in." Seishirou petted the top of the blonde boy's head.

Keiichi went red, "… You were the one who insisted!"

Subaru arched an eyebrow, "You brought the kid to the party?"

The assassin gave an eloquent shrug, removing himself from Keiichi, "The poor puppy looked so eager to come, I figured he might as well."

"I resent that…" The genki blonde looked a little put-out. Kamui perked up with; "You resent a lot of things."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do. Like that time when I wouldn't sit on your lap to read your maths work and you got all pissy with me."

"T-that…" Seishirou and Subaru had both turned and looked at Keiichi as soon as Kamui finished talking, and the blonde was wilting a little under their glares. Both of them recognised the sign of someone hawking in on an uke only too well. Keiichi had the decency to blush and look away.

"… Um… didn't you say someone else was going to be coming?"

Seishirou gave a small snicker, inviting himself into Subaru's living room; the ukes trailing behind like obedient puppies. "Yes, Fuuma should be here soon. I think he's scared to leave me in the room with Kamui."

Thankfully, no-one heard Kamui mutter a soft 'I don't blame him…'

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"What were you doing at that moment, anyway?" Kamui had twisted around on his seme's lap to study Fuuma's face, frowning a little.

Fuuma blinked, "What? You think I spend every waking moment either thinking about you or molesting you? Don't be naïve. It's not like I don't have other hobbies."

Kamui probably would've replied, but at the word hobbies, his mind had filled with images of Fuuma gardening. Or cooking. Or rock-climbing. All the time, dressed in the tight-fitting leather ensembles the evil destroyer of the world-alter ego-Fuuma seemed to like.

Across the room, Seishirou chuckled.

"Anyway." Swallowing, and giving Kamui a decidedly odd look, he leant back against the wall, still butt-naked. His hands were in Kamui's very-naked lap, and it was debatable whether he was preserving his uke's modesty or idly molesting him. We'll probably never know.

"Next, they…"

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Somehow, in the pause brought by the intermission back to the present, Subaru, Seishirou, Kamui and Keiichi had arranged themselves on the single sofa in Subaru's living room. Kamui and Keiichi were on one – which Seishirou had privately named 'the pretty couch' – and he and an uncomfortable Subaru were seated on the other – ('the sexy couch').

Silence reigned, as the Dragons and miscellaneous schoolboy just peered at each other awkwardly. More silence. Somewhere, a cricket chirped. Finally, it was Seishirou that broke the lull by standing up. "… Well… while we're waiting for Monou-san, why don't we watch some television or something?"

Crossing the room, without waiting for permission, he squatted by Subaru's television. Or attempted to. If you've ever tried to squat in a long, looong coat, you'll realise how hard it is. Seishirou ended up sprawled back on his butt, with an expression of pure surprise on his face.

Across the room, Kamui laughed. In Seishirou's head, someone else laughed.

"Shut up! The both of you!"

Kamui fell silent. The entire room was thinking '… The both of us?'

Grumbling quietly, Seishirou moved to kneel instead, leaning forward and rifling through Subaru's DVDs and cassettes. There weren't many. Predictable.

Time ticked by, and finally, Kamui turned to the TV stand with mild annoyance. "… What's wrong? Found some porno and died of shock?" He snapped. Fuuma was taking altogether too long. Thankfully, he didn't notice Subaru's scandalised look as he moved across the floor to kneel beside – but not too close to – the Sakurazukamori.

"… Hm? What's this?" He said, reaching out and taking hold of the DVD case Seishirou was peering at. Scrutinising the cover, he blinked once, then blinked again. Slowly, he turned around, raising the case to show the room.

"… Subaru… the Gravitation OVA?"

"I-…! That's…" Subaru's face went a peculiar shade of puce, and he looked down at his lap nervously. "… It's… not mine…" He finished, lamely.

"Right…" Seishirou and Kamui shared a knowing glance. Then, with an air of finality, Seishirou plucked the DVD from the uke's hands, flipping it open and reaching towards the DVD player.

"Of course it isn't, Subaru-kun."