A/N: I skipped an entire year here because I established everything between K and Hiro mostly. I wanted their lives to be affected and two years will do that I'm sure. Up till now everything has been normal days on their island. But soon things will change you'll see.

Chapter 14

Month: June (Two years and one month have passed)

"I'm not sure I care if we get rescued anymore."

K looked up concernedly at Hiro's face while he rested in the nook of his arm. Hiro was gently twirling one of three thin braids on one side of his head. They'd spent one afternoon playing with each other's hair. K had put two braids in Hiro's one on each side of his face, the ends were tied with string. But right now they were talking lightly in the wee morning hours. But K frowned a little and said, "I know what you mean but we can't possibly be here forever." As great as it was hearing Hiro say that, K couldn't believe they'd spend the rest of their lives on this island.

"I dunno… no one has come around for two years now. I don't think they'll ever come. But I'm really happy here with you," Hiro said quietly.

"And I'm very happy here with you Hiro," K told him earnestly, his hand caressing up and down Hiro's bare stomach. It was the best time for snuggling, the morning was less humid and their bodies didn't stick to each other.

Smiling softly, Hiro listened to the birds sing their aubade to the morning. He couldn't remember feeling more content in his life. Finally he could accept their tragedy, the death of his friends and now he felt as long as he had K, that everything would be fine. Hiro didn't feel like he was stranded anymore but almost as if he was on a honeymoon. He chuckled softly.

"What is it?" K asked his eyes closed peacefully.

"Just a silly thought," Hiro said.

Smirking lightly K added, "Is it because of the position we're in?"

Hiro laughed more loudly, "No, I hadn't thought of that. But I must admit I like you snuggling up to me once in awhile. Does it bother you?"

"Hmm no, I can touch you anywhere I like in this position," the blond said naughtily. "So what were you laughing about?"

Without hesitation Hiro explained, "It's like we're on a honeymoon."

K opened his eyes, "And what if it was?"

The redhead quirked a brow, "What!" he laughed, "Don't be silly."

"I dunno if it's so silly," K said with a little indignation. "What if I said I've fallen in love with you Hiro?"

Blinking, Hiro felt his heart swell and he replied, "Well there are different kinds of love." Gah! What kind of an answer was that! He sighed at his own incredible stupidity and heard K huff with a bit of amusement.

"Yes there are different loves, but I'm not talking brotherly love or friendship love. I'm talking about romantic love," K whispered and pushed himself up. Why had he waited so long to tell Hiro this? K guessed they just never brought it up until now as if both feared it would ruin what they had. But K crawled over top of Hiro starred into his eyes. He spoke softly and clearly, "I love you." Without giving Hiro a chance to reply, he kissed him gently.

Hiro felt his voice caught in his throat. K loved him! The words were there, they wanted to come out but he couldn't! He still had this fear, a fear that this love was grown only because of this island, this accident. What if they were only an accident! He couldn't say words of love unless he knew for sure. But…K meant so much to him. He pulled back from the kiss, "K…I…I."

A finger was pressed to his lips. "You don't have to say it. Only say it if you mean it," K said assuredly. He only hoped one day Hiro could say it, or, maybe he never would. It hurt a little but K wasn't going to force him.

He did love K! He did mean it; he just couldn't say it…not yet. Not to K's face. Hiro sighed.

They didn't say anymore and snuggled once more in the early morning hours. In no time Hiro could hear the soft snores of his lover in pleasant slumber. Hiro couldn't just fall asleep with an easy heart right away. Instead with eyes closed, he pictured behind his lids K and him at home, in the studio, doing everyday normal things in Japan. A crooked smile came to his face; it wasn't such a bad image. Although it was one he'd never imagined before, but now it comforted him to see it.

Still it wasn't so bad being on this island either.

As sleep overcame Hiro whispered inaudibly, "I love you too K."

It was one of many idle days on their island. K had roused from sleep as late as the noon sun, neither of them caring about the time. Stretching and yawning, he chuckled softly in his divine state of laziness. He looked over to see Hiro still sleeping; his eyes closed peacefully, his parted lips looking dry. K leaned over and drew his tongue over those dry pink lips.

Hiro groaned something and swatted at his face, eyes fluttering open. He didn't freak out; he was completely accustomed to seeing K in his line of vision upon waking. His lips curved into a smile, "Mmm, do we have to get up yet?"

K sat up and combed his loose hair back with his fingers, "Of course you don't have to. I was thinking of going to wash up. I just wanted to let you know so you don't worry."

Laying his legs over K's and lying back, arms behind his head, Hiro said, "Alright, but I wanna go to. Why don't we go bathe in that pool where we get the mangos?"

"Alright, sounds like a plan," K offered.

"Too bad we don't have any soap left."

"Or toothpaste," K put in.

"Hey, who are we impressing really?" Hiro asked and laughed softly.

Putting on rugged shorts, they both brought some coconuts filled with water and headed into the forest. The cliff with the waterfall and pond wasn't that far in. The walk was invigorating and they were both a sweaty mess by the time they got there. Redwing had followed the whole time, flying through the trees.

Stripping out of shorts, they jumped in and freshened up. After awhile K climbed out of the water and snapped off a small twig from a sapling. He had discovered a neat way to brush his teeth with no toothbrush—Yuki's brush had long since worn out. He found that if you chewed the end of the stringy fibrous twig you got a brush. A very simple brush but it worked and the taste of wood wasn't unpleasant either.

As he did that he watched Hiro dive underwater and come up with a handful of mud from the bottom. It was almost black mud, very soft yet odourless.

"Why are you playing with mud?" K mumbled over the twig in his mouth.

Hiro smiled devilishly and threw it at K.

Shmuck!

The mud landed right on his chest and splattered everywhere. K's eyes widened with surprise. "So you want to play huh?" K asked deviously. He loved to play! So K smirked and put the toothbrush down. He scooped up what mud he could and threw it back. Only Hiro dodged it.

"You missed," Hiro sang.

K jumped back into the water and dove under to get more mud. By the time he popped his head out of the water a blob of mud sailed past his face, eyes widening, he lobed his own mud bomb. Hiro turned to try to avoid it and got smacked in the back of the head with mud.

The play came out of the water too, running along the rocks and ducking volleys of mud.

They laughed and churned up the water until it was no longer clear, playing like children.

But eventually Hiro claimed he'd had enough and lay down on a flat rock to dry off, but K wasn't listening. The blond with a handful of black mud, easily smeared it along Hiro's chest and navel. Their faces and hair was already coated with the stuff but only their bodies stayed clean from playing in the water.

"Actually that feels good," Hiro said with a goofy smile on his face.

The game had immediately turned sensual. "You like it?" K wondered with a heady tone. Standing in the pool next to the rock Hiro was perched on; K scooped up more mud and smoothed it along Hiro's toned legs straight down to his toes. It reminded K of the time they went hunting.

"Mmm, yeah," Hiro sighed, his hand reaching out to find K's body, he touched aimlessly.

K liked how Hiro touched him and continued to lavish the soft mud intimately over Hiro's body. His fingers were slick with wet mud, touching Hiro all over except his groin area.

"Come up here with me," Hiro demanded, "I want to decorate you too."

A growl of desire rumbled in K's throat. Scooping up a big handful of mud he placed it into Hiro's opened palms. K joined the redhead on the rock, straddling himself over Hiro's waist. Both men sighed at the contact of their most intimate parts.

Hiro's face became hushed with a strong passion, the smile disappeared, only an erotic tempo drummed in his ears. He sat up to spread wet soft mud all over K's chest, feeling every harden curve of muscle and smooth tanned skin.

K let his head fall back; his long wet dirty hair brushing against Hiro's muddied legs below. He sighed at the feel of Hiro's hands on him. Mmm, those hands explored all over, even up along his neck.

"You really are so hot Claude," Hiro murmured, gliding his hands over shoulders and down sculpted biceps.

Together the sensual tempo played, it came from the birds, the wind, the earth, and the warm rays of light sneaking into their paradise. It came from them. The heat made things thick, made it feel as if time moved in slow motion, even the butterflies floated as if they'd rehearsed a slow dance.

And they too danced in the blissful void.

"How do you make me ache so much for you?" K whispered looking steadily into grey eyes, hands holding Hiro's dirty face.

Hiro felt the pull as well…the ache. They were like the positive and the negative; he was drawn to K like a magnet. He urged K down to him as he lay back against the smooth rock. Their lips grazed, playing over each other softly, enjoying the sensations. Small sighs of pleasure escaped their mouths.

K deepened the kiss enjoying Hiro's mud slick body pressed up to his. He still straddled the smaller man, his hips rocking into the swell of flesh beneath his own. He was gripped in the heat of the moment. "I could be happy forever making love to you Hiro," K said passionately.

Hiro smiled softly at that. "Ride me…please," Hiro pleaded his lips barely leaving K's.

The blond pulled back just a bit, he licked his lips and panted softly with wonderful excitement. Without a second thought, K reached behind him and with a dirty hand, he raised Hiro's cock and slowly settled his body onto him. K brows stitched with pain from being entered raw. But a hand touched his face and K held it there with his own and gazed down at Hiro. He was still for a moment, letting his body become accustomed to the fullness inside of him.

Hiro felt his breath hitch in this throat, mouth agape. It was so rare when he got to bury himself inside of K and each time was incredible. Tears threatened to build behind his eyes at how wonderful it felt. He almost said 'I love you' to K but instead he whispered, "Just take it easy, fuck me gently."

K's felt his cock twitch at that, the words 'fuck me' swirling over the tip of his tongue. He did just that, he fucked Hiro slowly, a snarl of pleasure and pain coursing over his muddy features. A pair of dirty hands came to rest on his hips and K lowered to his knees, making Hiro fill him even deeper. But instead of riding him while resting on his feet, he sat flush to the other man's body and rocked his hips slowly. Hiro's dirty hands smoothed mud along his thighs as they sighed and moaned in sweet delight.

When those hands sought for K's member, he gasped and closed his eyes. Hiro took advantage of the mud and with a slippery hand he stroked K with a voyeuristic face. Hiro enjoyed the sounds of their lovemaking as he pumped K's hardened flesh. But he could feel himself getting closer to climax and he paused stroking for a moment. Placing hands on the stone as leverage he thrust up into K, wanting some control for only a moment. It caused K cry out, a sound so rare, it made Hiro lose it. And with a shaky moan he came deep inside K's body.

K watched Hiro's face as he came and was driven to stroke himself. In moments he also reached orgasm, eyes squeezed shut with sweet intensity. His seed splashed all over Hiro's dirty chest and as far as his throat. Without care Hiro pulled K down to him, his flaccid penis slipping out of K, their dirty bodies pressed together.

They panted and caught their breaths, holding each other lovingly.

"I love you so much Hiro," K whispered against a muddy ear.

But Hiro could not relay the same three words. He squeezed his eyes shut in torment and simply held K tighter.

K sighed despondently. But they held onto each other for what seemed like forever…until Hiro broke the moment. "Ugh, we are really dirty now," he said with a chuckle.

Getting off of Hiro, K stood up and examined them both. Mud covered almost every inch of their bodies. Faces covered with now drying black mud, hair stringy with dirt as well. K looked down; even his dick was covered in mud. "Let's wash up…again," K said smiling and offered a hand to Hiro.

Avoiding the pool they made their way to the waterfall instead. They both stood under it to get the mud out of their hair and off of their bodies. Happy faces watched each other as they scrubbed the dirt off.

"That was fun," K offered gleefully, forcing himself not to think of Hiro's lack of verbal affections.

"Mmm, yeah lots of fun. But you know you squared me right in the cheek with that last throw," Hiro enlightened K about the mud game.

"Sorry man," K said earnestly, "But I think you got mud in my ear," he chuckled and wrung out his ear.

Hiro chortled and pulled K close once more and they kissed under the waterfall.

By the time they were cleaned off and ready to head back, it was already getting close to evening. The sun was going westerly but there was still hours left of daylight. With a sack full of mangos they returned to their shelter, both hungry now and sated.

"Salted fish or smoked?" K asked Hiro.

"Hmm, gee I dunno it's such a big decision," Hiro said sarcastically.

K laughed, "This is all you're getting from chef K's kitchen, which I might add has a five star rating. Only the rich and famous come here."

"Oh really then I must be your favourite customer…I would like to thank the chef personally," Hiro said playing along.

"Mmm, but you have thanked him over and over and over…"

They snickered.

"Yes the other customers must be terribly jealous," the redhead continued.

K shrugged with a grin, "Such a sad story."

"Speaking of stories, let's read Yuki's book again tonight, the part where Naoki's chases after Miharu to confess his love," Hiro suggested, taking a bite of fish.

Chuckling K replied, "I suppose I have to read again right?"

"But you tell the story much better than I do and I enjoy correcting you sometimes."

"Alright, I love that part too. Just when you think he's going to let her go forever, he realizes what a moron he's been and gets his girl!" K said excitedly.

Yuki's book Flight had brought them more joy then they ever could have imagined. They talked animatedly about the story since they had no other forms of entertainment from the outside world.

"But it wasn't his fault he was a moron, he had so much struggle with his parents. Everyone was on his case; their lives were so opposite, he had to make sure his love was real. But I felt bad that they had to separate for almost a year," Hiro sighed.

"Hmm, yeah," K murmured thoughtfully, looking at Hiro speculatively.

As they talked an engine grew near, they didn't hear it at first because it was such an alien sound. But as it came closer they froze mid speech and blinked stupefied.

A plane!

Without delay K grabbed green leaves and threw them on the fire. Hiro dropped his food and ran out to the beach waving his arms, yelling at the top of his lungs. Neither could stop their initial reaction to signal for help. Thick smoke sailed up into the sky and Hiro came back to grabbed a huge fern leaf out of the fire. He ran around waving the smoky plant, signalling to the plane above. It flew right over their camp and past them, headed towards the ocean horizon.

K had joined Hiro on the beach and watched the plane disappear. They were stunned. Had the plane missed them? Both fell to their knees. "Fuck!" K cursed.

"Wait," Hiro said excitedly, "Look! It's coming back! It spotted us!"

A/N: Yay finally a plane! Now how will our boys be when they get home?

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