So does Rikuo's desire turn into Kazahaya's desire? Read on...

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Rikuo pressed himself against the shelf behind him, trying to get away from the advancing Kazahaya.

If Rikuo was the cause of all this, Kazahaya would be able to tell when he got close to him. And he got close- so close he could feel his body heat. But he was afraid to touch him. If he knew for sure, how would he feel? What would Rikuo do if he knew? Would he avoid him? Would things always be tense and weird?

Something kept him moving though, like he couldn't control his own body again. He let his hands trap Rikuo on either side against the shelf.

The older teen's eyes trailed over Kazahaya's bandaged hand. The gauze had started to come undone, and all the battering it had been through that morning had reopened his original wound so that a bright red flower of blood was spreading.

"Kazahaya, your hand-"

He didn't even hear him.

"Kaza, look." Rikuo carefully pull down Kazahaya's injured hand so he could see it clearly. He only touched the clean bandage, unsure if Kazahaya would be able to transfer emotions through the material.

It turned out he could, but what he felt when Rikuo touched him this time wasn't the older teen's lust or passion, it was comfort, concern even. He looked down at his own hand, which was obviously bleeding heavily under the bandage.

"I-I'll get Kakei to look at it," he murmured, pulling away slowly. Rikuo's emotions lingered with him still. Looking at his roommate, he could read some of what he'd felt on his face for a fleeting minute. Then there was nothing but the usual Rikuo, albeit he wasn't being a patronizing ass.

"Right. I'll, uh, clean up here and then bring some of this stuff up." He took the stock list from Kazahaya a last time and turned away, busying himself with folding blankets. It looked like he was going to be back in their room tonight.

"You really must be more careful with this hand, Kudo," Kakei chided him lightly as he taped the fresh gauze together. "There, you're finished." He patted his handiwork and then released Kazahaya.

"Thank you, Kakei. I'll try to be more careful."

"I would hope so. Oh, and Kudo?" Kazahaya had his hand on the office door, but turned.

"Did you see Rikuo?"

Kazahaya blushed against his will, and nodded. It struck him that he hadn't passed along Kakei's greeting as he'd been asked to, but his boss made no inquiry after it, simply nodded and waved him on.

When he was gone, Saiga roused himself from his usual napping place on the couch and perched on the corner of Kakei's desk, letting his arms drape across the smaller man and pull him into a comfortable embrace.

"So?" Kakei nuzzled his neck into Saiga's shoulder

"So what?"

"So have you figured it out yet?" he purred, knowing Saiga'd been pondering the happenings between Rikuo and Kazahaya that Kakei had been gently setting into motion.

"What are you talking about?" Saiga asked flippantly. He hadn't figured it out exactly, but he knew Kakei would explain all the little details later if his master plan worked. At least he got the basics, and from those he knew he didn't want to be involved in case things went awry. Of course, with Kakei they seldom did.

"Don't trouble yourself with it. I feel very confident that we're moving into the last chapter. In fact, if we're lucky, things may be settled by tomorrow morning."

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Alternate 'In the Storage Room'

Rikuo pressed himself against the shelf behind him, backing away from Kazahaya. He didn't know if he'd be able to stop himself if he got any closer.

By now Kazahaya was close enough to feel his body heat. Something kept him moving, like he couldn't control his own body. He let his hands trap Rikuo on either side against the shelf.

The older teen's eyes trailed down Kazahaya's work apron. He remembered the time he had to basically grope him after Saiga dropped a Kit Kat down his shirt. He wasn't sure if the candy bar or his roommate reaching under his clothes had freaked him out more.

Then he noticed a bulge in the apron, a few inches below Kazahaya navel. He bit his lip, but couldn't tear his eyes away. His hand shot out without the go-ahead from his brain. The bulge definitely wasn't a candy bar.

Kazahaya tore his hand away and threw him to the ground, mounting him before he had a chance to get up.

"Kaza-" He was cut off by a forceful kiss. As much as he wanted to enjoy it, Rikuo was too confused by the younger teens behavior. He'd always thought of Kazahaya as the uke. He didn't know if he was horny enough to be on the bottom.

"Excuse me, Saiga, but what exactly are you doing?" From the next aisle, Saiga shushed Kakei and turned back to Kazahaya and Rikuo.

"Taking a leaf out of your book," he grinned.

"So you're forcing him-"

"Strongly influencing. If he didn't want it, he wouldn't listen to my little whispers in his ear." Saiga relished in a chance to use his little known powers of mental manipulation. "But look at him go! That a boy Kazahaya." The younger teen was now growling gutturally and tearing away Rikuo's clothing. Rikuo was still debating on whether or not he wanted Kazahaya that badly.

"But you're doing it all wrong. He'd supposed to be the uke!" Kakei whispered in annoyance. "And the first time's supposed to be in the bedroom with under the black lights I just put in, with glow-in-the-dark condoms and trance music playing!"

"Hm...well how about we left them continue things here, and we go up and use the black lights. I wouldn't want you to have wasted all your hard work." Saiga pulled Kakei into his lap and he squirmed reluctantly. A few well places nip along his neck changed his mind though, and they silently let themselves out and upstairs.

When Saiga had left the room, Kazahaya suddenly raised his head from Rikuo's stomach, where he'd been planting a trail of kissed down his from, and looked around. His eyes were slightly hazy.

"Rikuo, have you seen the stock list Kakei gave me? I swear I just had it..." He looked down at his hands, brought the bandaged one to his face. "Hey, what happened to my hand?"

"What?" Rikuo had just decided being on the bottom so bad when Kazahaya suddenly lost all interest. He wasn't giving up so easily, though. In one swift move, he rolled Kazahaya onto the floor. Now they were getting somewhere.

"Hey, get off of me!" He shouted, shoving until Rikuo was so baffled he backed away. "And put some clothes on, sheesh. What would Kakei and Saiga say if they saw you?" He climbed up, dusting his pants off. "Hey, where's my shirt? I swear I just had it..." He left the storage room muttering, but as it turned out, the door to his bedroom was locked, so poor Kazahaya had to work the rest of the day without a shirt.

But really, whose going to complain.

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This chapter itself was so short I decided on the random deviation for fun. Hope it was enjoyable and didn't throw anyone off. As to the actual story, Kakei is right, we're about to move into the last chapter. I think maybe I've dragged this idea out a bit too long (or I just should have updated and finished a lot sooner). So see you nex time for the finale! ... definitions: uke is bottom and seme is top in yaoi