Warnings: Au, x-over, yaoi, possible violence as the story progresses, random moments of humor and/or fluff, quasi-smut included. Oh and back to the Gravi-ness.

Disclaimer: I own it all!
…Shyeah right.

Weiss Geräusche

'Prod,

Sure I'll meet you again. Just let me know when and where.

Saki'

Suguru pounded on the scuffed wood until it jerked open. He glared at the pink head of hair that popped through the gap of the door.

Over the singer's shoulder he could see Hiro sitting in the rocking chair, quietly munching on pocky. He was staring at the eerily quiet boy who sat with a formal stiffness that was out of place on the worn old couch. Nagi turned his shocking midnight eyes towards Suguru with an infuriating calm.

"Someone better start explaining what the hell is going on," he spat at Shuichi.

"Seeing as that was that was the idea of inviting you over, uh… okay?" Shuichi was laughing at him.

Suguru seethed and wished he had something on hand to chunk at the obnoxious boy he had the misfortune of being attracted to. Since the door was still being held open for him he shoved past Shuichi, and settled on purposely digging his elbow into the older boy's side as he passed. Shuichi hunched away and rubbed the sore spot. Shu favored him with a wounded look that he pointedly ignored.

"Good to see you too," he heard Shuichi mutter from behind him and the click of the door being closed and locked. "I take it you're mad about my running off earlier then?" Shuichi raised his voice to a more normal volume. Suguru flicked an irritated glance back over his shoulder.

"Ya think?" he snapped back. And he let the irritation stay on his face when he turned back to regard the beautiful boy on the couch.

"Nagi-kun," he greeted grudgingly. The other boy inclined his head the slightest bit.

"Hey Su-kun," Hiro greeted him, sounding amused.

Suguru let the irritation fall from his face when he turned his head to nod in acknowledgement at the only person in the room who wasn't pissing him off right at that instant. "Hiro-kun."

"Well, now that we're all here," Shuichi clapped his hands together, "Uh- why don't you have a seat Sugar?- Ah good. Now that we're all here, I think it's time that we had that chat we had agreed on this afternoon! So, who wants to go first?" The singer's tone was overly cheerful, and fell flat into the silence of the room. Shuichi wilted a bit and slumped to sit down on the marble that served as his coffee table. Suguru dumped his backpack on the ground by his end of the couch.

"Go on. Tell us every thing that's happened. Feel free to start with 'I ran off by myself while there was a murderer running loose in the building like a big bubble brained idiot' until you get to 'And after I thought I'd worried you all half to death I decided to have a little get-together at my house' ?" Suguru spoke with blatantly fake enthusiasm that was quickly followed with a withering look.

Shuichi winced at the idiot comment. "I had to get some information that Prodigy had," he answered stiffly.

"Prodigy huh? You didn't think it was important to mention that you knew him? And that doesn't excuse not giving us some sort of warning. If Michiru doesn't die it won't be because her attacker wasn't trying hard enough. And you were one of the last people who she was with so that makes you a potential target too." Suguru responded through clenched teeth. "Jackass."

"Look, I didn't know that you knew him, so it never occurred to me to mention it. And it was Prodigy who decided he wanted to talk," Shuichi crossed his arms defensively, "So why don't you just ask him why he called a meeting right then?"

"Oh yeah. Let's blame Prodigy that you ran off without an explanation. What the hell, let's go ahead and say it's his fault that you aren't eating or sleeping. Oh and while we're at it, we'll blame him that you're not able to perform!"

A snicker from the side cut off anything else that may have been said at that point and three pairs of eyes swiveled to the red head in the rocking chair. Suguru was startled to realize that he had forgotten the presence of the other boy's in his anger at Shuichi's carelessness.

"Shuichi's not being able to perform bothers you that much Su-kun?" Hiro flashed them a wicked smirk before he took on an expression of mock concern, "Would you like us to step outside so you two can finish up this little lover's spat in private?"

Suguru stared blankly until he caught the insinuation in Hiro's statement. He felt heat flood his face and knew he had to be blushing just as brightly as Shuichi was. He wasn't sure what was more embarrassing; the fact that his words could be twisted so horribly or the fact that Hiro had a point in suggesting that they sounded like a bickering couple. Especially since he was trying to keep Shuichi from finding out that he had a massive crush on him.

Suguru cast a glance at Nagi for some support but the brunette raised an eyebrow and shrugged as if to say, 'How can I argue against that?' Suguru wanted to cross his arms over his chest and pout, but he hadn't done that since he was five and he didn't think it would gain him any sympathy from his so-called friends.

"No?" the word dragged their attention back to the long haired boy. "Well then, let's get back to the subject at hand shall we?" Hiro suggested helpfully, letting the two of them off the hook in the process. " 'I ran off by myself while there was a murderer running loose in the building like a big bubble brained idiot and…' Okay now go, " Hiro turned to Shuichi expectantly. Shuichi shot him a nasty look.

"After I left you guys, at Prodigy's prompting," he began with heavy emphasis, "to find out from him that Michiru was being attacked that another one of my friends was being kidnapped."

Suguru felt his anger slide away like water. From the corner of his eye he noticed the tiny movements of the rocking chair still. He could practically feel Hiro's attention sharpening. He wasn't sure how Shuichi's words made him feel, all he knew was a jumbled mess of concern , sympathy and fear. He wanted to ask a dozen questions that sprang to the tip of his tongue. He leaned back into the couch instead and forced himself to stay quiet.

"We began to compare notes. Naoe, here, has also had people mysteriously vanish on him. As it turns out, several people that have been in contact with both of us in the past have been targeted within the last year. We now know who's behind it, and we know at least part of the reason why."

"Nagi could you please tell them what you told me earlier?" Shuichi turned toward the brunette.

"I assume that Tsukiyono has told you some small bit about Esset?" Nagi was studying Hiro and Suguru while he spoke. They both nodded. "Then you know that Esset is an internationally based criminal organization primarily concerned with taking over the world by any means necessary." They both nodded again, a perfect audience urging him to continue.

"To this end they created a series of research projects which would culminate in their having the data required to create their paradise." Nagi paused here to direct this bit at Shuichi, "Of course they found the tablet with the ritual on it and the elders decided to incorporate the ritual into their projects plans. If the ritual succeeded, their 'god' would set the world straight. They hoped it would succeed and that they'd be able to offer what they had learned so far to the demon as a gift. But if the ritual failed, they would still have their research with which to work toward their ultimate goal."

Shu snorted. "How very practical. Did their cult followers get the memo that they didn't really care about the success of the ritual?" 'That nearly killed us all' went unsaid, but was understood.

Shuichi had explained to him how Esset had funded several criminal organizations in Japan in order to create the appropriately 'evil atmosphere' needed to resurrect an sleeping demon into the body of his friend's little sister. It had sounded crazy to him and he'd told his singer so. Omi had agreed that the leaders of Esset were quite crazy. It was, he had responded a large part of what made them so dangerous.

Nagi didn't bother to react to the dangerous warmth lacing Omi's tone, merely continued to speak in that same emotionless voice. "Several decades ago, a small number of people with supernatural powers were discovered in Europe. They were recruited as Esset agents. The Elders were so pleased with the strength of their new operatives that a breeding system was designed to try and cultivate the power of their offspring. Thus the Rozenkreuz facility was created as a base for their efforts."

"Supernatural powers? Like the Schwarz team?" Hiro raised an eyebrow at that.

Nagi smiled faintly, amused by Hiro's reaction for some reason. He slid his gaze to the pink haired boy on the makeshift coffee table. "You really do keep them informed don't you?"

"Hiro knew me in high school when I was Weiss, and Suguru watched me kill his father. I figure they deserved explanations," he defended himself. "Although I've had a lot more time to explain things to Hiro, so be gentle with our Sugar won't you?"

Suguru scowled threateningly at Shuichi, who grinned back unrepentantly.

"Yes Nakano-san, exactly like the Schwarz team," Nagi ignored Shuichi's antics, answering the question instead. Hiro stared at him carefully. Suguru looked back and forth between the two, feeling like there was a joke he was missing.

"You're from Schwarz aren't you?" Hiro guessed shrewdly.

"I am," he acknowledged Hiro's accusation easily.

"Prod? What's he talking about?" Suguru turned his attention to his friend. Nagi turned his head to regard him steadily.

"Suguru, do you remember that conversation we had last night? About me having freakish superhuman abilities," he prompted gently.

"You weren't kidding." Suguru stared at him. He had no other warning than Nagi's hair gently floating up around his face as if there were an uprising breeze blowing the bangs off his forehead. .

Suguru felt a light pressure around his torso, an almost wind brushing against his thighs. He felt a tingling energy wrap around his body, like tiny little sparkles of electricity that danced in ultra-violent colors just beyond the edges of his vision.

And just like that he was floating only a couple of feet from the ceiling.

He placed a hand up to brace himself against the bumpy white paint, more out of instinct than concern. He should have felt afraid, but Suguru was too busy being amazed. It was weird. If he tried to look in any one direction he couldn't see anything but he kept catching swirling snatches of vivid hues from the corner of his eyes.

Swirly colors.

It was just like Ryuichi had said when he'd described his encounter with the other boy. This was so cool. He stared down at them with a big grin. Hiro was watching with wide eyes. Omi looked nervous as if uncertain if he should launch himself at Nagi or wait and see if he needed to catch him. Nagi stared at him with a small answering grin.

"Naoe, could you please bring him down?" Shuichi spoke with a pained expression. "That's really making me nervous."

"Awww! Don't bring me down Nagi-kun! This is so neat!" Suguru protested.

"Bring him down," Shuichi insisted, ignoring the protest.

The guitarist was still staring at Suguru, obviously trying to process the reality of Nagi's powers. Being told about telekinetic abilities and witnessing them first hand were very different. Actually so was being told and experiencing them, if it came to that. Suguru drew a hand through the energy, and for a second could see it wrap around his fingers before it faded from sight.

"So how much can you lift?" Hiro asked in a fascination.

Shuichi seemed to relax now that Suguru was being returned safely. He got up and walked into the kitchen, but he kept his eyes on the living room. "Hey, anyone else want a drink?"

"I haven't tested myself recently. The last amount I could lift cold was nearly five tons," Nagi continued to float Suguru slowly back into his seat. Five tons?

"I want a drink Shu," Suguru called over to him. "Yeah me too," Hiro called. Nagi glanced over and nodded his head to Shu's inquiring look. Suguru was back on the couch, and watching his friend with respectful awe.

"What's cold mean?" Shuichi asked this time. He too seemed interested in the extent of Nagi's powers. He had four drinks in his hand and was strolling back into the living room. Three of the drinks flew out of his arms and toward the waiting boys.

"That's so awesome."

"I wish I could do that."

"Show off," Shuichi muttered, but there was no heat to it. They all opened their drinks. Nagi smugly inclined his head, but answered Shu's question anyway.

"Cold means without an emotional element, and is an ideal state for a psychokinetic. If I were being threatened, my powers would increase on the strength of my response to the threat."

"So that's what happened when you dropped Masafumi's mansion on us?" Shuichi asked with interest. Suguru made a mental note to ask what Shu was talking about later.

"Yes. Unfortunately while emotions make my powers stronger they also make them unstable, too difficult to control." He looked almost embarrassed to admit it.

"Wow. So if this Esset group thing was breeding people with powers like that, then why aren't we all dead now?" Suguru asked curiously.

Nagi lowered his bottle. "The effort, as you may have guessed, was not entirely successful. Few psychics are capable of handling the strain of bearing a child. Even if a psychic did manage to carry to full term psychic manifestations frequently skip generations."

"So it's possible to breed psychics, but somewhat impractical to rely on the hope of creating an army with their efforts then. You did say that none of the results of their attempts survived right? Well, except one." Shuichi settled down on his perch. They were all leaning toward Nagi now, curious about what he had to say. "Don't tell me, you're the one success?" he guessed.

"As I said, this began several decades ago, when psychic powers were first considered as a means to their end. Unfortunately very little was known at the time about how psychic powers developed and one of the generals left in charge of the Ü bermensch Project encouraged Aryan subjects because that is where most of the documented cases were discovered."

"So it's not you then?" Shuichi sounded disappointed.

"I'm Japanese. Esset is a German based operation. Don't you think it makes more sense for them to succeed with a German subject?" Nagi asked pointedly.

"You don't mean- Mastermind?" Shuichi looked positively insulted at the thought. Nagi nodded. "You have got to be kidding me," the pink singer muttered, slumping back and crossing his arms. He still had his bottle clutched in one hand and looked like a pouty five year old. Suguru suppressed a grin.

"You shouldn't ask questions if you know you aren't going to like the answers," Nagi admonished almost gently.

Hiro had been watching them with a thoughtful gaze. "So they can't breed psychics. They must have some other idea to actually acquire the power they need."

"Oooh, so that's why we're not dead. They haven't discovered the true key to taking over the world yet," Suguru nodded knowingly.

"And you have?" Nagi asked, amused.

"Sure I have. Take over the net and provide the world with free unlimited internet access. Then just to make sure that your influence is complete you buy out the major corporations around the world, like McDonald's and Starbucks."

"Yeah, and all the major record labels, and clothes stores, just to be sure," Hiro smiled, warming to the subject, "And big names in electronics too. You can take over the countries that produce oil and major resources just in case they don't have the net, but it'd hardly be worth the effort at that point."

"But we would just in case," Shuichi added with a grin.

"Just to cover our assets." Suguru agreed. "See? Easy," Suguru answered smugly.

"Maybe we should take over the world to beat them to it," Hiro joked. Shuichi looked like he was seriously considering it for a second until Suguru threw a pillow at him. Shuichi caught the pillow and smirked back.

Nagi looked thoroughly entertained by their interaction.

"Looks like Esset hired the wrong planner for their campaign for world domination," he observed to no one in particular.

Hiro gave a slight laugh and leaned forward in the rocking chair to place his drink on the free end of marble. "You may be right about that. Though, as fascinating as this all is, you guys didn't invite us over to correct the flaws in Esset's plans to overthrow the world," he gently steered the conversation back in the direction it needed to be.

"Right." They all grew serious again, but the atmosphere was lighter.

"The point that I was getting at is that they have an ultimate goal, to take over the world. And a plan to do so, building an army of psychic talents. What they currently lack right now, is the research data that would give them the means. Mostly because I helped steal a large chunk of it, but that's entirely beside the point."

"Basically what he's getting at is that they're doing human cloning projects, and they want to clone a psychic army to take over the world with. They just need some lost research to pull it off, " Shuichi stated baldly.

There was a beat of absolute silence.

"That's crazy. Brilliant if they can pull it off, but absolutely crazy," Hiro observed. Hiro probably would have reacted more but he was used to taking Shuichi's little revelations in stride. It helped that he was probably remembering Nagi's display.

Suguru blinked at this, but he didn't argue. For one thing he'd been floated near the ceiling just a little while ago. Somehow cloning projects seemed not so outrageous after that. And it made sense that an evil quasi-cult bent on creating a new world would want a bunch of people who could do what Nagi could.

Nagi frowned at Shuichi in disapproval at his outright statement.

"What? You're taking too long to explain everything. If they want explanations they'll ask. They aren't shy."

"I can see why all of that would be important to Nagi-kun," Suguru began, "But you said you weren't involved in all that anymore, so how does all that affect you now?"

"Because they believe that Seguchi-san has part of that data and they're trying to kill him," Shuichi answered simply.

Suguru stared at him.

"What about this Kritiker of yours? Why don't you just hand them your information and let them handle it?" Hiro wondered.

"Because they believe that Tohma is an Esset agent and they too are trying to kill him," Nagi answered this time. Suguru turned to include Nagi in his stare.

"So, let me get this straight. The two of you used to try and kill each other, but now you've combined forces and are taking on two heinously powerful international organizations all by yourselves in order to protect all of us and ultimately the world?" Hiro asked.

There was an awkward pause as Shu and Nagi both considered the question..

"Yes." The two boys answered at the same time.

"Okay just checking." Hiro leaned back in the rocker. That was apparently all he had to say on the matter.

"Just checking?" Suguru demanded incredulously of the guitarist. "Is that all you've got to say?"

"Uhm, I could say, 'Is there anything I can do to help?' but I sort of considered the offer understood when I didn't walk out the door the minute criminal organizations came up," Hiro responded with a careless shrug.

Suguru opened his mouth to say something but couldn't think of anything. This was just so… weird. "Okay," he mumbled. "Great, we know what's going on. Do we have a plan?"

"Actually the plan at the moment is to pool our resources, and start working on a plan," Shuichi admitted sheepishly.

"And we want to keep one of us close to Seguchi-san at all times," Nagi specified helpfully. "That will make it easier for us to protect him and keep Esset from getting their hands on the Wunder X data. We just need to figure out how to do so."

"I might be able to help you with that much," Suguru began slowly, thoughtfully.

"Yeah Seguchi-san is fond of our Sugar. We may have to use that to keep him safe."

"If you can, that would be helpful," Nagi added.

"Does that cover just about everything then?" Hiro wanted to know. At the nods of Shuichi and Nagi Hiro stood up. "Well then I'm going to head home. I want to spend some time with Ayaka before she leaves."

"Before she leaves?"

"What do you mean before she leaves?"

Shuichi and Suguru both latched onto that last statement. Hiro nodded. "Some guy named Tatsuya showed up looking for her. Her parents are worried so she's heading back to home tomorrow with him." His voice was too casual.

"You want me to kill him?" Shuichi offered. Hiro apparently was as unsure that Shuichi had been completely kidding as Suguru had been at Nagi's offer. He declined. Suguru joined in Shuichi's murmurs of sympathy. Shuichi jumped up to hover around Hiro as he walked toward the door. When Hiro was gone Shuichi walked back and took Hiro's vacated seat with a deep frown.

Suguru felt his eyes narrowed in anger. If he ever figured out who this Tatsuya was he was going to injure him. That's all there was to it. He was sick and tired of people upsetting his friends. He'd kick everyone's ass in the world if that's what it took to make sure they had what they needed to be happy.

"Tatsuya, huh? I wonder how many there are in Kyoto."

"Shuichi, curb. We'll take care of him later. There's nothing we can do right now that'll help," Suguru allowed his head to drop back onto the couch, eyes closed. There wasn't anything he could do tonight but he was already making plans to talk to Tohma tomorrow. "So what are the plans for the rest of the night?" he asked without looking at his friends.

Shuichi answered with, "I think I'm going to bed." Suguru cracked an eye to look at him. "Hey Naoe, You want the couch? Or I have a futon in my closet." Shuichi scratched his chin. "Somewhere."

"The couch will be adequate. Thank you," the brunette responded. Shuichi got up to go looking for some blankets and pillows.

"You're staying too? Cool. Wait, where does that leave me?" Suguru raised his head.

"Mhh, you can crash with me." Shuichi seemed to think about that for another second. Then he nodded his head, and the matter was apparently settled for him. He wandered off in search of the elusive bedding.

Suguru felt a nervous tingle slide thorough his stomach. The last time he'd slept with the singer had been the night his father had died. Oh god, what if he talked in his sleep? Or snored. He wasn't sure which would be more embarrassing. Talking in his sleep, definitely. He wasn't completely comfortable with the dreams he sometimes had and he was pretty sure that he didn't want any witnesses. He blushed slightly.

He felt Nagi's eyes on him. The other boy seemed to realize that he was nervous and why.

"You can have the couch if you prefer," he offered quietly.

"No, it's okay. It's fine. I just…" Suguru's eyes flicked in the direction that Shuichi had gone.

"Or you could take advantage of the opportunity," Nagi pointed out quietly, eyes peeled to make sure that Shuichi wasn't close enough to hear him say so. "Just a little bit of effort and you can knock all thoughts of sexy blondes right out of his head…" he trailed off suggestively with a knowing smirk.

"I could not!" Suguru was shocked at the suggestion. But he wanted to. Suguru met Nagi's eyes and they both smiled.

"Well I guess I'm going to get ready for bed. I'll see you in the morning."

"Goodnight Su-kun," Nagi said softly.

"Night, Nagi-kun!"

Suguru grabbed his bag from beside the couch and wandered toward the bathroom. When he was finished getting ready for bed he wandered into Shuichi's bedroom. Shuichi left to have a turn in the bathroom, so that left Suguru alone to get settled in. He wondered if Shuichi would be gone long enough for him to pretend that he fell asleep by the time he got back. He doubted it.

Shuichi padded back into the room and slipped under the covers. He laid there on his side staring at him. Suguru could feel the weight of Shuichi's gaze pressing against him. Suguru stared back, trying to make out the other boy's face in the darkness. It was nearly impossible to see anything in Shuichi's room without any lights on because the stretch of his bedroom faced the inside of the apartment building and had no windows. Normally it was convenient because he wouldn't have to worry about random security lights coming on and waking him up (a problem that he had at Tohma's home). Right now, though, the lack of light was annoying because although he could tell that Shuichi was regarding him, he couldn't see his face or tell what he was thinking.

"You okay Sugar?" the words were quiet, little more than a whisper in the darkness.

And Suguru answered in a voice that was just as hushed, instinctively falling into rhythm with his lead. "Yeah I'm fine, just trying to process everything. The whole day has been totally fucked up." Suguru turned onto his back to stare at the ceiling. It had been a difficult day. Michiru was going to be in ICU for a while, assuming they managed to keep her alive through the night. He'd spent the whole afternoon with Tohma at the hospital, worrying about Shuichi running off like that.

Then to get the e-mail from Prodigy inviting him to spend the night at Shuichi's… He'd had to convince Tohma that he wanted to spend the night with Shuichi to make sure he was alright since he was Michiru's friend. Which wasn't too big of a stretch since that had been something he'd been worried about. Only to find out there was some huge conspiracy going on that they had to try and put a stop to without any help whatsoever. It was more than a little overwhelming, and very surreal.

"Are you worried?" Shuichi asked curiously. Suguru turned is head back to stare at the black lump that was Shuichi incredulously. He allowed his disbelief to leak into his voice when he responded.

"Aren't you?"

"Of course. If I'm not good enough then more people I care about will get hurt before I can stop it," Shuichi admitted quietly.

"You're not worried about dying yourself?" Suguru asked.

"I've lived most of my life knowing that I could die at any time. I'll try and find a way to survive, but I wouldn't hesitate to die for a reason." An image of Michiru covered in blood crossed Suguru's mind. A flash of pink replaced the red strands for a second. He felt a chill shiver along his spine, and realized with a painful jolt that he never wanted to see Shuichi like that.

"Does knowing that you could die at any time make you brave?"

"Sometimes," Shuichi admitted thoughtfully. "Sometimes it just holds you back."

Suguru didn't know what to say to that. Part of him wanted to ask what Shuichi was being held back from, but another part felt he didn't have the right to ask such a personal question.

"Either way, I don't want to be a coward," Shuichi continued to speak, unaware of the younger boy's internal dispute.

Suguru almost laughed at that. "Shuichi you kill people in order to protect innocents. You get up in front of crowds and sing, make yourself the center of attention when other people would run screaming from the spot light. You're letting someone that used to be an enemy of yours sleep on your couch. Seriously, I don't think I've ever met anyone braver than you. Except maybe Hiro just because he's been hanging out with you for years."

"Doesn't that make you brave too?" amusement laced his quiet voice.

"Nah. I'm just too stupid to know better," Suguru answered playfully.

"You are not stupid," Shuichi's voice corrected him.

"And you are not a coward."

"Thank you for thinking that," Shuichi murmured quietly. The singer didn't say anything else for so long that Suguru was convinced that Shuichi had fallen asleep. He let himself begin to relax into his pillow, his eyes drifting closed.

Suddenly Shuichi shifted up and rolled over onto his hands and knees. Suguru's eyes snapped open. His heart stuttered to a stop when he realized that the other boy was above him.

The keyboardist could feel Shuichi's arms braced at his side taking his weight so he could hover over him. Shuichi's knees were pressing against his thighs, legs pressing in a warm like against his own. The sheet was fell like a tent over Shu to drape over them both. Only parts of it were touching him, almost tickling his skin. He could make out more of Shuichi from this distance, although not much. The curves of his face were visible through the gloom, his eyes gleaming. He still couldn't make out the expression on the other boy's face.

"Suguru." The name caught his attention. His singer always called him Sugar unless he was being completely serious.

"Shu?" he stuttered out, confused. His heart started again, but apparently felt the need to compensate for those few seconds it wasn't functioning because it was beating too fast now. His face felt hot and there suddenly wasn't enough air.

"Can I kiss you?"

Suguru's mind ground to an explosive halt.

His mouth opened but he wasn't able to make any sounds let alone form fully coherent words. He just lay there trying to process what he had just heard. Did he really just hear that? That couldn't be right. Surely he was asleep and Shuichi was asking him to share the covers. Surely.

He wasn't sure how long he laid there gaping like a landed fish, but apparently he took too long to answer the question because Shuichi stiffened and started to pull away. Just like that he realized that the other boy really had asked to kiss him. And now he was going to think that Suguru didn't want him to. Suguru panicked and grabbed Shuichi's forearms to keep him in place.

"Yes."

Shuichi froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked uncertainly.

"Absolutely, positively, and completely sure that my answer is yes," Suguru was grinning widely now. He felt the other boy's answering grin, felt the tension leave him slightly as he bent his head down.

Shuichi's lips brushed hesitantly against his own. Suguru closed his eyes and leaned up into the kiss. Soft lips pressed against his lightly own, teasingly pulling away whenever he tried to press more firmly with his own lips. He gasped when he felt Shuichi's tongue swipe his lips, and the singer took the opportunity to slip his tongue inside.

Suguru moaned into the kiss and shifted restlessly against the bed, needing more contact than Shu was giving him. He tried to raise his hands to pull Shu down but found that at some point his wrists had been captured by Shuichi's hands. Shuichi drew back to nibble and nip sharply at his lips, trailing wet kisses down his neck and pulling tiny whimpers from his throat.

Suguru couldn't take it any more. His arms twisted against the hands holding his own. He tried to arch his body, struggling to reach the older boy. His hips slid against Shu's inner thighs, up until his erection pressed firmly against singer's. He ground himself against the other boy desperately, hating the material that trapped them both.

The contact brought a harsh gasp from Shuichi's throat. He released Suguru's hands abruptly to capture his hips with his hands, stilling his movements, "Mmmm," he protested against Suguru's lips., "Sugar," he pulled back panting. "I'm sorry."

"You better be apologizing because you're stopping!" Suguru hissed, glaring up through the darkness with passion glazed eyes. Shuichi pressed his face against Suguru's neck and struggled to control his breathing.

"I'm sorry we can't continue this," he corrected breathlessly. He pressed a quick kiss against Suguru's neck in apology and shifted his leg back over Suguru's so that their hips weren't aligned any more. The movement left him kneeling on his side of the bed with the top half of his body still braced over Suguru's.

Suguru wanted to scream. He wanted to break something. He wanted to finally get laid, damn it!

"Why the hell not?" Suguru demanded.

He felt the puffs of air against his neck when Shu started to laugh, and felt his eyes narrow in irritation. Despite his protesting that they continue Shuichi pressed another lingering kiss to Suguru's lips before he answered.

"Because we have a psychic in the other room. And I think we're disturbing him," Shuichi explained with a strained laugh. "So unless we want to invite him to join us, we should just stop now."

Suguru paused.

Did the fact that he was seriously considering doing just that so that they could keep going make him a bad person?