(A/N: Welcome to the last chapter of this fic. Inspired by the vault track of, "Message in a Bottle" in the Red Taylor's version album of Taylor Swift. That song is like the one you played at the part of the movie where the main characters are about to confess their love to each other and I'm here for it. I hope that you enjoy this chapter as much as I did. I don't own the franchise nor the song. Respective ownership belongs to Ken Wakui for this wonderful manga and Taylor Swift for this wonderful song).

Chapter 4

By: Aztec999

You could be the one that I keep, and I

Can be the reason you can't sleep at night

Message in a bottle is all I can do

Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

The words flew over his head as Takemichi read the script mindlessly. The content was a jumbled mess inside his head as his thoughts kept wandering elsewhere that drew out an unknown yet bewildering thoughts and emotions within him.

Several weeks had already passed ever since his unexpected yet wild rendezvous with Izana at the dressing room and in the bathroom.

Takemichi still can't believe that he had just given himself easily into his arms like that. Was it an error of his own judgment that day?

But honestly, he didn't know if he can still call it a mistake on his part when they just hook up twice in a public place that almost gave him a heart attack of being caught that day.

There was still that spine tingling sensation that was shooting up in his veins whenever his mind would flit back on those memories… Their brief stolen moments with one another…

"Izana… Fuck…! Slowdown will you…!" Takemichi groaned out as he clung to him helplessly while Izana's mouth was busy kissing and sucking at one of his nipples while his other hand pinched the other sensitive nub which drew out wanton mewls from the blond.

"That's not really nice Takemichi-kun. You can lie but your body is being honest right now." His tongue flicked out and licked teasingly at oversensitive nub which made the other shuddered helplessly against his arms.

The cold stream of water from the showerhead continued to stream down on their bodies but Takemichi's body still felt like a furnace, a coil of fiery need and lust for the other male who was continuously doing sinful things on his body.

"S-shut up you asshole!" Takemichi stammered as his body vibrated with want and need in response to the other's ministrations.

"Oh? So, you're still not going to admit it huh?" Izana stopped on what he was doing and Takemichi let out a weak moan upon feeling the loss of contact of his delicious mouth against his feverish skin.

Izana smirked upon seeing his instinctive reaction and stood up to his full height, his arms circling around his waist and made him turned around and faced the wall.

"W-what're you doing?" Takemichi was half surprised and half excited on the other's actions, the anticipation bubbling up from within him.

"Shush. You're a naughty criminal Takemichi-kun and it's time for your punishment. Think of it as like being interrogated by a police officer like me." He whispered seductively as he licked at the shell of his ear that made him let out a low groan at the contact.

"You fucker…!" It came out as lecherous moan instead as Izana guided Takemichi's hands to press against the walls like he was in the middle of being arrested.

"Tsk, tsk. Language Takemichi-kun. You're at my mercy right now. And I'll be interrogating you." He chuckled darkly. "Now bend slightly for me." He commanded lowly.

His compelling voice shot right through his dick and Takemichi found himself following his orders, playing the role of an obedient criminal trapped by a dominant policeman.

Fuck.

This felt like they're shooting a porn scene except that this was goddamn real and they're re-enacting one of their dirtiest fantasies inside a bathroom of their dressing room.

"Say Takemichi-kun, do you like it when I touch you here?" His tongue flicked out and licked at the sensitive column of this throat while his hand traveled on his thigh and kneaded it teasingly.

A sweet moan was ripped out of Takemichi at the contact, his body trembling against him.

"N-no…"

"Tsk. Such a dirty little liar you are Takemichi-kun. Maybe you'll take me seriously if I hand out a more severe punishment." His eager mouth continued to leave love bites and marks along his skin as one of his arms caged his body against his own while his hand grew more reckless and bolder, making its way towards his entrance and prodded at the hot, velvety walls of his insides.

It made Takemichi gasped at the intrusion and his eyes shot wide open. A spark of electrifying sensation shot through his veins that made him mewl and groan loudly in an instant much to his chagrin.

"So, are you still going to deny it hmm?" Izana licked at the shell of his ear as he added another finger inside of him and pumped him vigorously that made Takemichi's toes curled, and his mind melt into a pool of ecstasy.

He couldn't form a single word or a coherent sentence as he could only moan helplessly at the delicious feeling of his fingers caressing and abusing his sweet spot several times.

"Not gonna answer me properly hmm? I guess you really don't want it." He sang as he put a screeching halt to what he was doing and took out his fingers from him. It made the blond groaned out weakly at the loss of contact, unconsciously grinding against him to have more friction against their bodies.

"Fucking hell. Why did you stop?" Takemichi whined softly.

"I thought you don't want it Takemichi-kun. Besides weren't you the one insisting earlier that you don't want me to continue." He shot him devious grin.

"Oh fuck. You really gonna make me say it aren't you? Fine! I want it okay! I want you to fuck me stupid and I need your cock inside of me now! …Please." Takemichi pleaded in half desperation and half demand.

"See? That wasn't really hard Takemichi-kun. You look kind of cute begging like that." He replied with a lilt into his voice.

Before Takemichi could retort sharply on his words, Izana didn't waste his time as he thrusted in and penetrated him enthusiastically while he gripped his waist tightly, making them both moaned out salaciously at the delicious yet fiery sensation that engulfed both of their bodies. Takemichi's hands pressed tightly against the walls that it might leave an imprint if it's not made with sturdy, ceramic tiles. His toes curled at the ecstasy that the other was giving him, his throbbing cock breaching the deepest interiors of his warm walls that made him catch his breath.

The silver haired man was mesmerized at the erotic sight laid in front of his eyes, the water running down on the other's back and body which made him glistened and alluring like an otherworldly figure from the sea belonging to that of the Gods. It made the hunger festered within him and his thrusts were much deeper and harder this time making Takemichi mewled and wailed in pleasure as he hit his sweet spot that made him smiled lasciviously against his skin.

"S' good… T-there… Hit there harder…! F-faster…!" It came out as a throaty moan from Takemichi's lips, his body grinding back harder in return to his animalistic thrusts within him.

"Who would've thought that behind your innocent face is a secret whore hungry for my cock?" Izana growled lightly against his skin as one of his hands snatched on his scalp and brought his face right into his direction to clash his lips against his awaiting mouth in a filthy kiss. His dirty words and wild kiss shot right through Takemichi's dick, making it twitched in excitement once again while he returned his kiss voraciously.

Izana swallowed back his moans, mewls and cries of pleasure in his ferocious kiss, his body shaking like a leaf against his arms as the other piston his insides and dominated every inch of his body.

"You really feel good against me Takemichi…" He mumbled hotly against his mouth.

He could only moan wantonly in response as he let the other kissed him filthily and dominated every inch of his body.

"…chi…"

"…michi…"

"…Takemichi…!"

Takemichi jolted up from his seat upon hearing the familiar voice of his director yelling at him over his megaphone. It cut off his dirty thoughts and reveries and brought him back to the present.

"Yeah…?" Takemichi stared wide eye at the director.

"I know that most of you are tired but for Pete's sake, stop sleeping when you're at work. Where still going to shoot some scenes so get ready." The director rubbed his temples as if he was experiencing a migraine before he turned his attention to the rest of the cast and instructed them on how to act at the latest scene.

"Got it. S-sorry about that." Takemichi stammered as he tried in vain to stop the mortification to flood his face.

For fuck's sake. If the director knew on what he was thinking and dreaming about, he'd probably crawl under a rock and never get out due to sheer embarrassment.

Why can't he let it get out of his head? He was reacting like some goddamn smitten, horny teenager for that bastard.

Ridiculous.

He didn't want the other to get an impression that just because they hook up twice accidentally, he was an easy pass for a fuck buddy. He needed to separate business from pleasure. And it's plain as a day that Izana wouldn't pursue any romantic intentions with him anyway since he made it clear from the beginning that he didn't like him, and he wasn't his type. Maybe he just felt challenged with him since he wasn't like other people who'd quail under his domineering personality or become starry eyed because of his magnetic looks. And now that he got what he wanted from him, he'd go back to his old ways of treating him like he doesn't exist in his circle and wasn't in his league.

But before Izana can do that, he'd make sure that he was already far from him to shield not only his pride and dignity… but also his heart… from shattering into tiny little pieces from the pain that the other might inflict on him in the long run.

And why would he be hurt in the first place anyway?

He doesn't have any feelings for him.

Right?

These days I'm restless

Work days are endless

Look how you made me, made me

But time moves faster

Replaying your laughter

Disaster

The rustling sounds of the paper was the only noise reverberated inside the room as Izana flipped the pages listlessly from his hand.

His dialogues were like a jumbled mess inside his head as he can't absorbed them fully because of a one, goddamn single thought that lived in his head for free.

Why was Takemichi ignoring him?

He treated him like what they were used to before.

And he hated every second of it. Did their moment together after their press con meant nothing to him? It's not like it's a sentimental thing to him… but still… Izana thought that it would've made things okay between the two of them and an unspoken truce was formed between the two of them.

But he guessed it wrong. Since after that short, spellbinding moment between the two of them Takemichi treated him just an ordinary co-actor that needed to work and rehearsed his lines with.

It royally pissed him off.

It doesn't really help that Mikey was visiting the blond on the set randomly when he wanted to. Sometimes he brought snacks for him and they we're chatting and eating enthusiastically together. Regardless if Emma and Draken were by their side, it didn't pacify the nasty feeling inside of him.

His fists were itching to punch off the default smug grin plastered on Mikey's face.

'Fucker.' He seethed. But if he made a move and approached them first it's like raising a white flag or some shit like that. Besides Takemichi and him doesn't have any relationship so the blond doesn't have any obligation to him on being attentive and lovey dovey with him all of a sudden anyway.

And he wouldn't lose his mind over some quick fuck in the dressing room.

He wouldn't chase him like a lovesick idiot because he was better than that.

He had flocks of fans who would throw themselves at him with just flick of his finger and he would reduce himself to a pathetic chaser of some person who probably didn't like him in the first place.

No.

Nope.

Nada.

No way Jose.

He was better than that obviously.

This was the mantra that he repeated to himself even though a part of him would beg to differ.

'Cause now

You're so far away and I'm down

Feelin' like a face in the crowd

I'm reachin' for you, terrified

Emma sighed audibly as she forked a piece of ham and stuffed it on her mouth. Takemichi seemed to notice this and glanced at her curiously.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

Emma chewed down her food before swallowing it and answered in a hushed voice. "It's Izana. If looks could kill, we would be dead in the ground right now. He keeps staring at us like our existence irritates his entire being."

Takemichi scoffed lightly. "Aren't you used to him being like that? He's an asshole when he wants to be. I can't imagine your stress in being his handler all the time."

Emma giggled playfully at his words. "Sometimes it's like dealing with a petulant and snobbish kid sometimes. He definitely has his moments. But when he's in a light and good mood, trust me he's fun to be with."

Takemichi couldn't help but to blush faintly at her words, his thoughts were wandering on something else entirely. Emma's were meant to be a casual, innocent remark about the silver haired man but thanks to his devious, perverted mind the fun that he could probably think of was riding on his cock while his sinful mouth doing naughty things on his body.

'Damn it. Stop being like a pathetic, horny teenager. You're an adult for heaven's sake!' He berated himself inwardly.

Emma stopped slicing on her sausage when she noticed his expression and grinned widely. "My oh my. What's with that look Takemichi-kun? It looks like there's an interesting progress between you and my precious brother lately."

He almost choked on his spit and tried to calm himself down before he glared weakly at her. "No…! Don't insinuate something between me and that impossible guy!" Mortification flooded his face in an instant.

"Okay, okay if you say so Takemichi-kun. But don't my observations recently since you and my brother are less hostile now to each other. I mean not exactly the best of friends, but I sense some tension between the two of you." She winked at him playfully when Mikey and Draken returned to their table and placed some tray of foods in the middle of it.

Mikey noticed his face. "Hmm… What happened to you Takemitchy?"

"N-nothing." Takemichi cursed himself inwardly for stammering like an idiot.

"For now, it's nothing but maybe in the long run there is something behind it." Emma sang as she sipped on her frappe and Takemichi resisted the urge to put a hand to her mouth to stop her teasing at him and Izana. He shouldn't be affected but why the hell was he reacting like this?

Mikey chuckled lightly as he put the straw in the bottle of his soda. "Takemitchy is still the same as ever. Easily flustered as always."

Takemichi just grumbled in response as he stuffed his mouth with pasta.

Upon feeling someone's eyes on him, Mikey turned around to find Izana sitting cross legged on a chair as he read the script, but he didn't miss the sharp glare that he threw at him every now and then.

A wide grin spread on his lips and waved enthusiastically at the irascible male. "Hey, Izana! C'mere! Have lunch here with us!"

Takemichi almost choke on his food and stared incredulously at Mikey. 'What the hell?' He panicked inwardly.

"Thanks, but no thanks. It looks like the table can't even accommodate your wide ego anyway." Izana scoffed as he flipped the pages of the script nonchalantly.

"Awww… That hurts you know? Look at the little, ole me being kind and such while you still act like an annoyed old man towards me." Mikey feigned a hurt look on his face.

"Oh God. I can't believe I'm going to deal with this right now." Emma sighed in exasperation.

"Mikey. Just focus on eating before it gets cold you dumbass." Draken rubbed him temples as if a migraine was hitting on him that instant.

Izana flipped him off and stormed out of the room, seething. It just made Mikey laughed mischievously in return as he watched the male left the set.

Takemichi sighed deeply after swallowing down his food. Great. Now he had to deal with a moody and bitchy Izana later this day during the shooting. "Why did you even do that Mikey-kun? I get that you may be rivals before, but you never still pass up an opportunity to rile him up like that."

"It's fun watching the green-eyed jealous monster rearing out of him." Mikey replied cheerily as he began eating.

"What do you mean by jealous? To whom exactly?" Takemichi furrowed his brows as he watched Mikey's face.

His response made Mikey paused and stared at him like he had grown two heads. "Are you fucking serious Takemitchy?"

"Well, Mikey is dense as shit but he's not that blind you know." Emma piped up.

Draken wondered why he was even here listening to their nonsense in the first place.

Takemichi looked at all of them, the bewilderment and confusion were etched on his face. Before he could even speak again, Mikey sighed and just stuffed the hotdog on his mouth, grumbling some words as he chewed on his food that he couldn't even understand of.

"God, I thought Izana wash an oblivioush idiot… thurns out both of them… are hopelessh in this kind of department…" Mikey swallowed back down his food and gulped down on his soda.

"Stop talking with the food on your mouth you idiot." Draken let out an exasperated breath before he resumed eating in silence.

Emma shook her faintly. 'I do hope that they realized their feelings soon or so God help me.' She thought in defeat as she stole a quick glance to Takemichi who still looked like a clueless little lamb.

How is it in London? (London)

Where are you while I'm wonderin' (wonderin')

If I'll ever see you again?

"Okay and cut!" The director bellowed from his megaphone and the camera stopped filming.

"We'll resume shooting tomorrow morning. Everybody wrap up! Also Tom give me the reels of the film so that I can review the scenes in my office." The director instructed the cameraman who saluted him in return.

"On it boss." He replied and proceeded to go to the staff room.

Izana walked past Takemichi as if he doesn't exist in his line of vision.

Takemichi smiled bitterly. "Wow. He's back to being an asshole again." He muttered under his breath.

The blond tried not be affected by the other's treatment of him once again, repeating the mantra to himself that he needed to stay professional until the filming of their movie ends even though he wanted to smack the bastard's face.

A set of girlish screams rang out from the other side of the set which caught their attention and found out that the security guards were trying to stop some fans at the door who tried to enter the vicinity.

"Izana! Please can we take a picture with you and provide us a fansign!" One of them hollered excitedly.

Izana resisted the urge to roll his eyes and sigh in frustration. The last thing he needed right now was a bad publicity from the paparazzi that he was being a bitch to one of his fans.

Even though he was exhausted and was not in the mood to entertain them he forced himself to be in a good and cheerful mood as he faced his fans. He plastered a bright smile on his face.

"Hey, just let them be. I believe that they traveled all the way here just to see me." Izana informed the guards.

They nodded and let them in.

The fangirls screeched out in delight and brought out their cameras. They went to Izana's side and started to take photos with the silver haired man beside them.

Izana's smile remained frozen on his face even though he was itching to leave them and just go home and sleep the whole day away on his bed.

"Okay so can you fansign this please? Pretty please?" One of the fans pleaded and gave him a puppy eyed look which made his brows twitched in annoyance.

"Oh, sure. Just tell me where." Izana replied in a friendly voice as he took the marker from her.

"Oh my God. Is the shooting really intense and tiring? There's a bit of a sweat on your forehead." One of them brought out their handkerchief and started to wiped off the sweat near his brow.

Izana froze, still not used to some of the fans crossing their boundaries and personal space. He was about to tell her off when his line of vision caught Takemichi staring at them in silence. The expression on his face was like a piece of crumpled paper. Did he look… disgusted…?

'Oh.' Izana thought in curiosity and intrigue as he let her wiped off the minimal sweat on his forehead.

"That's really nice of you." He smiled charmingly at her as he finished with the fansign and returned the objects to them.

The girl let out a squeal like a dying pig in a pen. 'Jesus Christ. Is she hyperventilating or some shit?' Izana was inwardly weirded out at the girl who was close to foaming in the mouth as hearts were forming on her pupils.

"Thank you! Thank you so much for taking a photo with us and giving us your fansigns! We will support your movie together with Takemichi!" One of them gave him a lovestruck smile before they waved goodbye at him and blew a flying kiss to his direction.

The smile melted off his face as the fangirls left the building and was about to head to his own dressing when he turned around to spot Takemichi looking at him with an arched brow.

"Wow. I didn't take you to be this too accommodating to your fans Izana-kun." Takemichi commented with a slight inflection to his voice.

"Now I can't just push them away right Takemichi-kun?" He shot back with a saccharine smile on his face. "I mean they're my loyal fans and it wouldn't hurt to be nice and charming to them isn't it?"

"Even if one of them literally crossed your personal boundaries and acted like a total weirdo." Takemichi mumbled to himself.

"What was that? Do you have any problems with it?" Izana asked sweetly, bordering on amused mockery as he watched the sour mood painted on the other's face.

"No! No. I don't have any problems with it Izana-kun. Feel free to be too friendly with your fans and I don't really mind. See you tomorrow." Takemichi resisted the urge to stomped out like a petulant child and left him without turning back.

Izana watched him go, his eyes lighting up as his lips curved slightly upwards.

'What an interesting day.'

You could be the one that I love, mm-mm

And now I'm standin' here, hopin' it gets to you

"No! Absolutely not! I'm not fucking jealous of him and his fantards who're this close to kiss his feet at the ground he was walking on." Takemichi insisted stubbornly as he slumped down on his couch carelessly.

"Oh, c'mon Takemitchy. Just look at your goddamn face in the mirror and tell me that you're not some jealous boyfriend who wants to strangle someone who is flirting with their lover." Chifuyu rolled his eyes as he flipped another page of the manga while chancing a nonchalant glance to his sulking face.

"For the record he's not my boyfriend! We don't have a relationship to begin with! I'm sure that after this movie project with him, he'll go on his merry way terrorizing another actor because of his high-rise building standards." Takemichi griped as he stuffed his face into one of the small pillows of the couch.

It was already 8 in the evening but Takemichi decided to crash into his friend's flat and rant about his day… and his irritation towards Izana… who was awakening these unknown yet confusing feelings within him.

"So, you don't have a label or something like that…?" This caught Chifuyu's attention and placed the manga on the table. "Then why don't you ask him out or something like that? It's obvious that you got the hots for each other." He looked at Takemichi as if he was an idiot.

"What? I don't even like him in that way! What even made you think like that?" Takemichi raised his head and glared at him which was weakened because of the pout forming on his lips and the rosy flush coating his cheeks.

"Oh, for Pete's sake! This is the part where the main love couples get into some dumbass misunderstanding with each other then the mangaka expands this shit into several chapters before they get together in the end! But this is real life you know? You just gotta tell him your real feelings dude… if he rejects you then that's his loss. Who would reject a pretty face like yours?" Chifuyu replied passionately, as if giving a speech in the middle of the audience before heaving a deep breath.

"I don't like him okay? I'm not even attracted to him." Takemichi denied but he looked down at the floor.

"Whatever you say partner." Chifuyu raised his hands in defeat. "I just kinda hope that I won't reach into a part where I will say the, 'I told you so' line in the future."

"Of course not. I don't have feelings for that arrogant bastard." Takemichi grumbled as he plopped himself again into the pillows.

Tomorrow was the last day of their shooting and he will make sure that nothing goes wrong with the shooting of one of their important scenes in the movie.

He won't let any of these confusing feelings affect his line of work even though his pesky, little heart kept pestering him about.

'Cause you could be the one that I love

I could be the one that you dream of

Message in a bottle is all I can do

Standin' here, hopin' it gets to you (it gets to you)

"Just wait a goddamn minute!" Izana bellowed out as the rain came pouring down on the street while trying to chase Takemichi who was running away on the pavement.

"Can you please just leave me alone!" Takemichi snatched his hand away from his grasp and glared at him.

"So that's fucking it?! You're just gonna throw it all away and leave this relationship just like that!" Izana looked at him incredulously, but his hand shook slightly at the tenseness grappling on his bones.

"I need to fucking correct you there for a second. There was never an us to begin with. Weren't you the one who instigated these... kind of things just for the sake of it? Just to prove yourself and your ego that you can have someone without putting much of an effort?" Takemichi's voice rose an octave.

Izana seemed taken aback on his outburst, his eyes widening for a brief fraction of second.

Meanwhile, one of the staff went to the director's side and whispered something to him anxiously. "Sir, I don't think their lines are part of the script. Should we cut off the scene?"

The director waved the staff off. "Oh hush. This is getting interesting so we're not stopping or cutting anything. Tom, focus the angle more of their facial expressions. We need to capture it beautifully."

The cameraman nodded and adjusted the angle of the camera.

This wasn't part of the script, but the director was still curious on what these two actors were onto about. He needed to see it. Sometimes he's worst than the paparazzi. Sue him.

"Excuse me, please forgive me for thinking that everything was a-okay about us now before you go back to ignoring me like I don't even exist." Izana seethed.

"Ignoring you? You're the one who's acting like I'm a ghost here literally that you can't see. You fucking asshole! You can't treat me like that just because I'm in love with you!" Takemichi blurted out before he could stop himself.

Some of them gasped at the revelation.

Some of them were utterly speechless.

While the rest of them erupted into a murmur of speculations.

Takemichi paled.

Izana had a genuine shock on his face. "Y-you w-what…?" He stuttered moronically.

Takemichi stepped back. "Ah, no. No, no, no. It's just a slip of the tongue and… and…" He gulped, inwardly cursing himself. Didn't he promised to himself previously that he's not gonna fuck up on the last day of their shooting? So, why the hell he acted like an idiot and blurted out his real feelings to him?

Takemichi was ready to bolt out of the set due to humiliation when Izana's next words rooted him on the spot.

"Would it be too late if I say that I'm in love with you too?"

"Oh, my God! Did he really just…?" Emma was quietly squealing at the background.

"Told you he was jealous of me because he has feelings for him." Mikey commented with an air quote.

"Jeez, these two I swear…" Chifuyu shook his head in fond exasperation.

"A shooting is needed for them to realize that they're both in love with each other." Draken deadpanned.

Takemichi couldn't hold back the small sob that slipped from his lips as tears started to gather around his eyes. "Y-you…!" He began stepping forward towards his direction.

"If you take another step towards me, just remember that I have no intention to ever let you go again." Izana looked at him as if he was the only important figure in his spot right now.

Takemichi's eyes glistened as he ran towards him and enclosed his frame on his arms, crying softly. "You fucking idiot. Of course, you don't have to ask because I have no intention of running away from you." He hit his chest weakly.

A soft chuckle slipped past Izana's lips as he hugged him gently for a few seconds before pulling away and whispered something on his ear. "Can I tell you a secret?"

"What is it?" He whispered back.

He tilted his chin towards him and captured his lips in a soulful kiss. "From the bottom of my heart, I really, really love you. Sorry for being a complicated guy to you since I'm not a damn expert when it comes to these things. Can't really keep my real feelings a secret now since my stubborn heart continuously pestering me to tell you about it." He murmured against his lips.

He smiled through the kiss, wrapping his arms gently around his neck. "Don't worry about it Izana-kun since the feeling is mutual. I love you too. And that's what my heart has been chanting within me all along. I'm sorry too for being stubborn because I thought you don't want me that way and I don't want to get hurt in the long run." He mumbled back before he returned his kiss warmly.

They ignored the enthusiastic hooting of the crowd and the boisterous applause. They just basked into each other's love that they could cherish for a lifetime.