Thanks for reviewing! Here's Yuki's POV. Sorry I took forever to update...By the way, this was done at 3am and it's unbeta-ed so please bear with me. Okay, here we go!

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The Tohma Factor-Yuki

Yuki sighed as he tossed his keys on to the table, house door slamming behind him. Glad when all that met his ears was silence, he headed for the kitchen to grab a much-needed can of beer. Sipping slowly from it, he thankfully eased himself onto the couch, switching on the television as he did so. Too distracted to actually watch it, he lost himself in a maze of thoughts.

Tohma had been worse than usual ever since he caught Yuki doing that. Yuki cursed angrily, knowing it was partly his fault for not being more cautious but he had wanted to get it over with, damn it! Yuki groaned loudly, massaging the bridge of his nose. He had been doing the most embarrassing thing in the world and of all people to catch him, it just had to be Tohma, didn't it?

Groaning even louder, Yuki ran his left hand through his hair, fighting the urge to just rip it off. He knew that one day, between Tohma and Shuichi, his hair was going to turn grey and drop off anyway. Great, just great. Now he had to worry about premature baldness as well. Oh, joy.

Just then, the doorbell rang. Yuki set his can down on the table and headed for the door, cursing darkly. Was Shuichi's brain really all that small to the extent of not being able to remember to bring his own goddamn keys? Upon opening the door, Yuki's cursing grew fouler, vocally voiced this time.

Tohma smiled innocently him. Yuki could practically see the demonic aura oozing from his pores.

"What the hell do you want?"

Tohma's smile, if possible, grew even sweeter. Yuki couldn't help feeling a little freaked out, for once understanding Shuichi's phobia for the man's face; as much as Yuki hated to agree with Shuichi, Tohma did kind of resemble Satan himself.

"Your words wound me, Eiri-san. What makes you think I want anything?"

"Cut it out. We both know that that you've been planning something ever since you saw...that…I'm sure you know everything by now."

A delighted look came over Tohma's face as he noticed Yuki's somewhat embarrassed half-mumble. He cooed-yes, cooed- at Yuki. "Why Eiri-san, are you actually blushing?"

Yuki scowled darkly at Tohma, not appreciating that he found it amusing. "Shut the hell up before I strangle you with your own stupid tie."

Realising the genuine threat to the desecration of his holy body, Tohma quickly backed off and tried another approach. "Have you told Shindou-san yet?"

"…No."

"When are you going to tell him then? I'll gladly help pass the message if you can't bring yourself to do it."

Yuki snarled. "No way! The brat will probably die from heart attack due to shock if you were the one to do it. This is a very delicate situation and must be handled as such. Don't you dare breath a single meddling word -I'll tell him myself. Is that clear?"

Inwardly triumphant that he managed to get a reaction from Yuki, Tohma said, "I understand, Eiri-san. I won't say anything to Shindou-san. But, I want you to do me a favour in exchange."

Yuki only sighed in defeat. He knew Tohma wouldn't let the matter go so easily. He stalked over to grab a sip from his drink before turning back to Tohma, who had followed him, and growled. "Fine. Have it your way, conniving bastard. What is it that you want?"

Tohma beamed at him and leaned closer, seductively whispering exactly what he wanted into Yuki's ear.

In response, Yuki chocked on his drink and rasped out interesting variations of a four-lettered word that began with F, ended with K, and seriously did not spell 'fork'. Before Yuki could decide if he should really kill Tohma with his tie or just use the kitchen knife, the sound of a door slamming followed by "Yukiiiii! I'm home!" rang through the room.

XXX

A few days later, Yuki was typing a new story on his laptop. He typed a few pages, realized it was about Shuichi, Tohma, him and a fork, and promptly highlighted everything and pressed 'delete'.

He leaned back into his chair and took his glasses off, sighing. Ever since Shuichi had barged in while Tohma had been making his…request, Yuki hadn't been able to quite look at him in the eye. He strongly suspected it was all Tohma's fault. He had been trying to talk his brother-in-law out of his preposterous idea for days but Tohma had been unusually stubborn, even when Yuki had resorted to guilt-tripping him with his psychological problems. Yuki scowled darkly. How was he ever going to tell Shuichi about this?

The sound of the door creaking open brought his attention to the figure standing there. Tiredly, he began to tell Shuichi to get lost. Except that he never got the chance to because Shuichi let out a war cry of "Yukiiiiiiii!!", sprinted towards him, and threw himself into Yuki's arms-which resulted in his chair toppling backwards and ended with Yuki banging his head against the edge of the desk before sprawling flat on the cold floor with Shuichi sitting on top of him.

He was about to start shouting at the brat when Shuichi interrupted with an unusually serious face, which alarmed Yuki just a little. He decided to hear him out first and kill him later. Shuichi took a deep breath. "Oi, you. Get your ass in the bedroom. Pronto."

Yuki stared at him for a moment before pushing Shuichi off without warning, calmly dragged him to the doorway and threw him out by the scruff of his neck. He immediately locked his door, double-checked it and pushed his desk against the door.

Yuki sank back into his up righted chair and stared at the ceiling. He wondered if he was the last sane person left in the world. Maybe forbidding Shuichi to work with Tohma would help improve his sanity. Well, just a little -one couldn't hope for miracles, after all.

XXX

Two days later, Yuki was reaching his limit.

For so long now, he had been somewhat avoiding Shuichi a little, not certain when Tohma would decide to land a low blow and tell Shuichi about it. Not that the dense brat notice he was behaving weirdly anyway. Yuki decided to hell with the consequences. He couldn't wait any longer; the worry that Tohma may get to Shuichi first was earning him sleepless nights. Besides, he missed screwing Shuichi.

Mind made up, Yuki was about to get Shuichi when the door was flung open. He stared at his little brat, perplexed over his appearance: breathless with flushed cheeks coupled with eyes shining with steel-hard determination.

Before he could get a word out, Shuichi shouted "I WON'T AGREE TO A THREESOME WITH TOHMA!!"

Naturally, Yuki's reaction was "What the (starts with F, ends with K, and still does not spell 'fork')?!!"

Shuichi was in his fighting pose, though it did not look very threatening with teary purple eyes and trembling lips. "I know what Tohma's wants and I won't let him get away with it! I'm never going to believe or agree to anything he suggests unless I hear it directly from you. So please Yuki, don't hide things from me!"

Yuki stared at Shuichi in shock, both heart and mind racing madly. "You…you know what Tohma wants? You know what's going on? You know that I want to marry you?"

Shuichi had started shouting hysterically again mid-way through Yuki's dialogue. "I'M NEVER GOING TO -….huh? You want to what?!"

Yuki groaned at Shuichi's stupefied expression. He was seriously having second thoughts about marrying Shuichi. "Okay, so you didn't know. Please explain how you came to that… threesome conclusion then."

Shuichi fidgeted a little, more than slightly embarrassed now, though he was feeling more elated than anything else. Marry. Yuki wanted to marry him. He felt incredibly touched and his heart was overflowing with love. Right. He would show Yuki how much he loved him. So much that Yuki would never ever regret wanting to marry him. First, he would…

"Shu-ichi. I'm waiting. Explain."

Jerked out of his fantasizing, Shuichi told Yuki everything. Once done, Yuki stared at him in disbelief. "You thought that I was having an affair with Tohma and wanted to add you to the equation. Of all the moronic ideas…"

Flushing, Shuichi attempted to defend himself. "You were kissing him in the kitchen!"

"He was whispering in my ear."

"You stay up all night flirting with him over the phone!"

"…Are you deaf? I was shouting at him."

"Why didn't you ask me to marry you then?!"

"Aren't you listening? Tohma knows about this remember? He wants something and I absolutely refuse to let it happen so I've been trying to talk him out of it."

"You're conspiring with him!"

"He saw me buying the engagement ring. He said he was going to tell you if I didn't show them to him…Come on, Shuichi, would you rather have Tohma ordering you to marry me or me asking you? You'll probably die from shock first."

Shuichi digested that for a moment before shuddering. "…That's true…still –you won't let me clear your pockets anymore! You could have been hiding proof of your unfaithfulness in them!"

"…Unfaithful? What am I, a dog? And of course I won't let you go through them. What kind of person shows receipts for engagement rings to the person he's going to propose to??"

"…Oh yeah…Um so Yuki, do you mind if I ask a question?"

By now, Yuki's last thread of patience had snapped. "What??"

"Um well…when are you going to propose anyway?"

A distinct thudding sound was heard as Yuki's head hit the table. Brilliant. Just brilliant. One would normally expect Shuichi to become a little smarter with Yuki's influence but it would seem that Shuichi's stupidity was influencing him instead.

Taking a deep breath, Yuki counted to ten and let it go before looking up again. He reached for the ring (he kept it in his pocket at all times) and walked up to Shuichi.

He stood there in front of Shuichi for a moment, gazing into his lover's amethyst eyes. A soft smile gentled his lips. "Let's reset this and do it properly, okay?" Never looking away, he took Shuichi's hand and gruffly said, "Shindou Shuichi, will you marry me?"

Shuichi gazed back into Yuki's golden eyes, marvelling at how warm they were tonight. He was very, very sure that this wasn't a dream because there was no way he would dream up such a weird, crazy, unromantic proposal. Then again, this was Yuki. Yuki was anything but romantic. If he was romantic, he wouldn't be Yuki. On the other hand, Shuichi considered anything connected with Yuki romantic. Shuichi knew he was contradicting himself and it was stupid but he didn't care. Heck, talking to himself while being proposed to was stupid.

An almost irritated voice jarred him out of his thoughts. "Oi, this is the part where you're supposed to say 'yes'."

Shuichi gave Yuki a delighted grin, knowing full well that irritation was Yuki's way of covering up nervousness. He said, "Of course I will. I love you Yuki!" before glomping him, sending him sprawling on the floor with Shuichi on top of him. Again.

Yuki glared at the sheepish brat sitting on him though intense relief that Shuichi had accepted filled his every fibre. "Don't to that, brat. Give me your hand."

Shuichi did so and watched breathlessly as Yuki slid a simple yet elegant band onto his ring finger. "It's beautiful, Yuki. Thank you."

"Hn…whatever." Yuki suddenly gave him a suggestive smirk and said, "You can thank me in other ways," before flipping Shuichi over so that their positions were now reversed.

XXX

A few hours later, an exhausted Shuichi and Yuki were in bed. A nagging question suddenly shamelessly attacked a languid Shuichi's mind. Frowning, he tugged Yuki's arms, which were tightly wrapped around him. Getting no response, he poked him. "Yuki. Yuki, wake up!"

Yuki unwillingly opened an eye and grumpily muttered "What?"

"What was the favour Tohma wanted anyway? It must have been horrible if you tried so desperately hard to get out of it."

Yuki shuddered a little as both eyes shot open. With the horrifying favour his brother-in-law had inflicted on him haunting his mind, there was no chance of nightmare-free sleep anymore. "Oh, that. You see, Tohma wants to be our wedding planner."

Here ya go! lol. Kay, I've gotten a few suggestions to do a Tohma perspective as well. Um...are you still interested? Another thing is the epilogue for Stained Glass Masquerade. I'm really sorry I'm taking forever with it: I know it's ridiculous to wait so long for an epilogue but I really can't decide what to write for one...Sorry, please forgive this inept authoress. T.T At any rate, this is just to let you guys who are wondering why I haven't updated know I'm not dead or anything. lol. Ja!