Chapter Rating: PG

Chapter Warnings: In-the-closet boyfriends, potential lime, fluffiness

Itzika: Today, Tuxedo Mask doesn't love Sailor Moon! Darien and Andrew are in love instead!

AMK: Mamoru and Motoki!

Itzika: Darien and Andrew!

AMK: Mamoru and Motoki!

Itzika: Darien and Andrew!

Andrew: (to Darien) You think they'll get so wrapped up in this they'll forget about us?

Darien: We can only hope.

AMK: Mamoru and Motoki, who, like the rest of Sailor Moon, we don't own!

Itzika: Darien and Andrew, who we will now see completely in love! On with the fic!

Darien: No such luck, apparently.

Andrew: (sweatdrop)

Darien walked down the street, ignoring the female heads that turned as he passed. Some male heads turned as well; Darien grinned at the ones he noticed. A few of them looked nice. He might have called them had he been available.

When he saw the Crown Arcade, Darien abruptly changed course and went in. As he had known, Andrew was behind the counter, sorting change. Darien crept up behind the blond and stood there. He was there for almost a full minute before the other reacted.

"I know you're there, Darien," Andrew announced, still not turning around. "Even if I hadn't seen you come in, I'd know."

Darien turned the other boy's head and kissed him, quickly and uncharacteristically gently. "I just wanted to see if you'd notice."

Andrew grinned, leaning back against the counter. "I noticed," he said. "You found me."

Darien finger-combed his boyfriend's hair. "Call it 'lover's intuition,'" he said, and grinned. "Or call it memorizing your schedule."

Andrew caught Darien's hand as it left his hair and leaned into the dark-haired youth, kissing him again, longer. Darien returned the affection. When they separated again, Andrew raised an eyebrow. "So, we're boyfriends, but apparently you're still flirting with girls."

Darien looked surprised. "Andrew, I haven't flirted with a girl since middle school. That was when we met, remember?"

Andrew leaned away, watching Darien with an "oh-really" look on his face. "Serena," he said.

It was Darien's turn to raise an eyebrow. "What about Serena?" he asked. "I don't flirt with her. It's not my problem if she can't tell I'm gay."

Andrew nodded. "She'll be able to tell in about thirty seconds if you don't let go of me," he told Darien. "They're coming. They like it here, or something."

Darien reluctantly let go, slid his hands into his pockets, and headed for the back of the room where the Sailor V machine stood. It was a stupid little game, really, but oh well. It was fun in its brainlessness.

Serena and her friends—namely Amy and Raye; Lita and Mina were on a trip of some kind—came in just as Darien beat the first level. Like clockwork, the blond headed for Andrew. Darien grinned to himself; poor, clueless Serena, no idea she was hitting on Darien's boyfriend.

Andrew seemed too nice to tell her, again. Darien sighed and cut through a dragon on the game. Why couldn't Andrew tell her? It would make his life so much easier.

Andrew, meanwhile, was wondering the same thing. He knew Serena liked him; he knew it would hurt her more to find out any way but from him; and yet he couldn't tell her. He could just keep talking until she left to play the games against Raye and Amy. When she finally did, he looked over. Sure enough, Darien was staring at him. Andrew grimaced. He couldn't help it; he didn't want to break her heart.

At the end of Andrew's shift, Darien stood and followed the other out of the arcade. Amy, Raye, and Serena had predictably disappeared to some room or other in the arcade; no one noticed Andrew's new shadow until they had both gotten to the green-eyed young man's apartment and were inside.

Once again, Andrew greeted his boyfriend before he looked, and once again Darien kissed him. The rest of what happened will be left to the reader's imagination.

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Itzika: …So that I don't get hentai or make people mad at me.

Darien: I am NOT a stalker.

Itzika: Never said you were.

Andrew: …

AMK: (pokes Andrew) You two make a cute couple.

Darien: …

Itzika: (pokes Darien) STALKER!

Darien: (turns into Tuxedo Mask and chases Itzika, throwing roses at her)

AMK: Review, people!