Chapter 2- Memories in the making

((A/N: Although there aren't any actual lemons in this chapter, there are several suggestive scenes. So be warned this chapter does include explicit content!))

Kotarou's small mind was already full with the regular teenage crap, all the extra

confusion made sleep all the less easy to come by. He had changed into dry boxers and

dropped into bed feeling rather exhausted after the fight he had with Tatsuki. Rather then

sleeping and forgetting all the pent up emotions, they seemed to flow freely in the dark.

Turning over yet again his eyes flitted open and stared out into the depths of his room.

Damn it, what have you done to me? It used to be so easy, ignoring you that is…but

now, now you went and screwed it all up! What the hell is wrong with you? Why would

you go and do that? You and I are already different…why try to mesh our

feelings…Frustrated he turned over onto his stomach and buried his face into the pillow,

his hands curling into fists again, he punched the mattress and could feel angry tears

fighting their way out of his eyes. He rolled over again his breathing heavy and the sheets

strewn around the bed and floor. "Damn it…" He whispered into the darkness.

Down the hall, Tatsuki was having the same luck with sleep—or lack of sleep, for

that matter. His eyes were closed and his mind still held the perfect image of Kotarou

lying at his feet in the wet boxers. He smirked lightly, still feeling the slight guilt of

thinking about Kotarou in that way. "Kota…you make me so goddamn happy." Rolling

over onto his side he faced the wall yet again. Am I fooling myself, to think that this could

go anywhere, am I imagining Kota's confusion…can I change him? Thinking so much

overwhelmed the usually simple and dull guy, he opened his eyes and sat up, resting his

chin on the window sill, he looked out of the window and sighed deeply. The moonlight

filled the room, throwing it into a deep silver glow.

Kotarou, despite the earlier feelings had fallen into a light and fitful sleep. Images

of him and Tatsuki swam through the erratic and random dreams. Tossing and turning he

slept, occasionally waking up with erotic thoughts he would roll over and force sleep

upon himself, trying to ignore the messages he was sure the dreams were sending him.

Tatsuki could not sleep; he was restless, horny and bitter towards the object of his

affection. He couldn't even remember when the blondie had caught his eye. Slipping out

of bed he tiptoed to his door and opened it slowly hearing the creaking ten times louder

then it probably was. He slid into the hallway his bare feet sinking into the plush carpet.

He looked down the hall, two bedrooms down slept the one he loved, three down was

grandpa. He would be silent, careful and quick. His mind already made up, he crept

silently avoiding the weak spots he knew were sure to make noise. Coming to Kotarou's

room, he leaned against the door and smirked as it opened silently. Kotarou was a mess,

sheets and blankets on the ground, his normally neat hair wisped around his face and

neck, and was that sweat coating his body? Stepping even closer to the bed he stood over

the younger boy just watching him for what seemed like ages. He bent over and kissed

the lips, he pulled away feeling Kotarou moving. "Sleep, sleep and dream of me." He

turned around and slunk back into his room, shutting the door behind him, he felt his

excitement return.

Tatsuki fell into bed and immediately rolled over onto his back, he moaned

quietly, the excitement of kissing Kota still fresh, the adrenaline still running through his

system. His hands glided over his bare chest. His eyes closed and he released another

moan. His hands lowered and slid the top of his boxers down revealing his erection. He

moaned again enclosing the throbbing organ in his warm hands. "Kota…Kota" He

slowly started pumping himself moaning louder, in his mind he pictured Kotarou,

Kotarou with a smile, because that was just the best. Kotarou rarely smiled anymore,

although Tatsuki couldn't take any credit for smiling either, it was normal for him to be

sulky. Kotarou being quiet and angry wasn't usual. It sucked. Feeling his climax coming

he smiled genuinely and smiled. His warm fluid covered his hands and he moved them up

to his mouth and licked away his milk gingerly. In his mind, his toungue became Kotarou's, his lips those of his lovers"Kota…" Rolling

up his boxers, he

rolled over in bed completely satisfied and felt the sleep rush up and drown him in his

sweet dreams.

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xD Masturbation alert! This chapter was short and it took a long time to get up…sorry, but it's done! Tune in for next time…