Merry Christmas to all of you¡ So, at first I didn´t think I would finish this chapter for today but, I fortunately I did, So here is my super long ass chapter as my little present for you¡ This is actually the first part of it because I got a bit carried away writing it so I´m going to split it in two, but enough talk. Read and enjoy.
DISCLAIMER: As always K project is not mine, I just do this for fun (and for you).
Chapter 6:
Fushimi Saruhiko wasn't particularly the nervous type. He considered himself to be a very patient and calm person; even if the people around him thought he was a bit rude or boring sometimes.
Even with his well-defined personality, Saruhiko couldn't help but feel nervous at the moment. He was about to go and look for that ginger boy and ask him out; the short teen hadn't left his head since the moment he met him and Fushimi wasn't one to wait, much less if it was something-or someone-he completely felt attracted to.
Yata Misaki was his complete opposite and probably the reason why Fushimi liked him. He needed the boy, needed the rudeness, the fieriness and the great challenge he represented. So unlike his previous relationship with Munakata.
'I still cannot believe I dated him for a year.'
The boy wasn't the best boyfriend and certainly not the greatest friend; most of the time Saru wanted nothing more than strangle the bluenette's pretty neck until it cracked...but that was something he wanted to do to several people, so it didn't count.
Even if Munakata was full of himself and lacked humbleness, he wasn't as bad as one may think. The teen had a very gentle heart and was a hopeless romantic. Something that had helped Fushimi in several times in the past. He'd prepare something nice for Reisi, a nice dinner with candles and some champagne and then he was suddenly allowed to top. Fuck yes.
Sex wasn't the problem, no, it was never the problem with Munakata, but it was more about feelings. Something neither he nor Reisi liked to talk about and at the end that was the main factor for their breakup. They never loved each other and certainly never passed further than 'I like you' but it was fine that way, both needed some kind of relief from time to time and the feeling of fake lovingness was enough to fill the gap inside them. But even the most beautiful lie had to end someday.
Now, Saruhiko was pretty sure he was able to love someone, after so many fail attempts the blue eyed boy was certain about his decision and the perfect candidate was Yata Misaki. He wouldn't miss an opportunity like this one.
That was the reason why he went to HOMRA to pick up his dramatic ex boyfriend, although they didn't use that term anymore, Saru knew that when you fucked with your best friend it changed some things. Luckily for him, Reisi had completely forgotten about it since he met that stupidly tall redhead.
"Hey Saru." Weird. Munakata didn't greet him with his typical gut constricting hug and instead just his soft voice remained.
"What's up with you?"
"I just spaced out, sorry Saru." He smiled sweetly at him. Fushimi hated those smiles, only because he knew they were fake.
"Is it about that guy you're so infatuated with?" The bluenette frowned.
"I'm not infatuated with him; by the way Yata is there, so go now if you don't want to miss your precious opportunity." He said pointing to the entrance, where Fushimi saw Yata laughing about something the taller boy had said.
"Why are they always together?"
"Because they live at the same house...home...bar...whatever."
Saruhiko looked at Reisi in confusion. The taller teen was applying his sunscreen and a humectants cream for his face.
'One year of my life...ugh.'
"You're such a coward." Before Saru could comprehend what was happening, Reisi was already walking gracefully towards the duo.
Yata frowned the moment he laid eyes on him.
"Oi, what the hell do you want now? Wasn't it enough to invade our home, uh!"
"Take it easy Juliet; I'm here to inform you that your Romeo is waiting for you." Yata turned his head from side to side until he spotted the other teenager, that brought a deep blush to his face. "I'm sure you'll accept to go and enjoy a little tryst with Saru, but I rather want you to tell him that."
Every cell and atom of his body screamed 'yes!' but, Yata wasn't so sure. Fushimi was part of the blues; there was no assurance that he was any different from Reisi or the other brats.
"I'm not even sure why he's interest in you, I mean, going from this," He gave a small swirl of his body. "To you it's a huge gap to fill if you ask me."
What! Had Fushimi dated that...that...brat!
"D-did you...?"
"Dated? Of course we did, one year exactly and oh! What a passionate year. Let me tell you kid, Saru is a very passionate lover, so caring and loving but when it comes to se-"
"Don't! Even finish that sentence!" That was just a little payback for the 'Tatara Totsuka' incident. Two could play the same game.
Yata didn't lose any more time and walked with big steps to stand in front of the raven haired youth. Fushimi looked down to those fierce amber eyes, to say they were captivating wasn't even worth it, those eyes were perfect to get lost in.
"Oi, Fushimi."
"Yes? Yata-Kun."
"Iwouldliketogoonadatewithyou ."Said Yata in less than two seconds.
"Excuse me? Can you talk a bit slower?" Saru was a very sly person, he already knew what the ginger boy had said, but it was music to his ears to be able to hear it again and again.
Yata blushed heavily, he turned back to see Mikoto and Reisi looking intently to both of them.
"Those two should mind their own business and end up with the heavy sexual tension they carry."
Fushimi chuckled, making Yata forget about the duo.
"I thought I was the only one thinking that." Misaki pouted cutely.
"Well, you're not and you haven't answered my question either." Saruhiko looked surprised, but the look quickly disappeared as it was replaced with a cheeky grin.
"You really go straight to the point, don't you?"
"I just want to go home and forget about that idiot." He was lying. Of course Fushimi noticed that, he was the master of lies!
"Really? okay, I wanted to propose you something."
"What?"
"As you already know Munakata is my best friend and he's been incredibly mopping and sulking since your roommate there turned him down." Yata turned his head to look again at the two older teens; both avoided each other's eyes. So typical. "As much as I like to see Reisi suffer and I must say it's a very beautiful sight to see, this is not the case because I'm not the one inflicting the pain so..." He whispered. "How about we make this a double date?"
"Uh?!" To say Yata was surprised was a fact. Though, the ginger boy didn't know if that was the best for Suoh's sanity, but again, Suoh actually wanted to seduce the bluenette to save the bar. He wasn't completely convinced, but nodded anyways.
"Okay, I'm actually tired too, you know, Mikoto-San has been a bit weird this past days too." He lied swiftly. God, he had been lying a lot lately.
"But you know," Saruhiko bent down a bit to whisper a bit more closely to Yata's ear. "I value my precious time with you, so, let's not tell them who is their date; when we lock them out in some dusty room, only then we'll be able to have our time...ALONE."
Saru practically purred in his ear, sending pleasurable shivers up and down Yata's spine.
"O-okay."
"Tonight, at 8:00 O'clock, I'll be waiting."
Yata nodded fervently. If Suoh killed him for this stupid plan, then at least he'll die after an intense session of hot sex...or at least that was what he hoped.
"There's something you're not telling me." Fushimi looked up from the magazine he was currently (or at least pretending to) reading. It was one of those teen-girly magazines Munakata loved to spend money at, the ones with cheeky pop stars on their cover.
'One direction...interesting.'
You couldn't actually blame him, he was bored enough to be reading about Harry Style's new haircut while Munakata 'finished' to apply his products and style his hair.
"I don't know what you mean." He flipped a page.
"Think about it. You're never this eager to set me up with someone on a blind date, so why now?" He pursed his lips a little to apply his blueberry flavored chap stick.
"I'm not eager and if I was it surely wouldn't have been for you."
"Oh sorry! I forgot you had a hot date with that ex convict."
"He's name is Yata Misaki. But yes, you could say I'm a bit excited." Just as the sentence left his mouth, Saruhiko jumped from his seat as he felt Munakata's slender arms circle around his neck.
"G-get off you idiot!" Reisi did so, but looked at Saruhiko with a sickly sweet expression.
"Aww Saru! You're really in love! I'm so happy for you, even if he's an ex convict you have my support! Like ex boyfriend-best friend support!" He squealed.
"Uh...I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."
"Of course it's a good thing dummy! You'll do the same for me I'm sure."
Fushimi rolled his eyes. How he wished to be alone with his Misaki while Suoh and Munakata fucked in some far away corner. Oh! If only.
The taller teen checked himself in the mirror for the fifth time in the last ten minutes; his violet eyes analyzed his profile, the dark blue skinny jeans and the spotless baby blue shirt he wore.
'Perfect'
"Let's go Saru! We don't want to keep our hot dates waiting."
"Finally!"
"Are you ready, Mikoto-San?"
Mikoto lit another cigarette and nodded lazily.
"Mikoto-San! You haven't even changed!" The redhead was wearing his usual dark jeans and white shirt, nothing unusual from his everyday outfit. Yata had been very clear to explain how he should change into something more appropriate for a restaurant. But of course Mikoto never listened.
"What would your date think of you uh?"
"She doesn't even know me."
"Oh believe, she will appreciate if you dressed like a gentleman for once. That fancy bitch." He whispered the last bit.
"What did you say?"
"N-nothing! Hurry up Mikoto-San"
The taller man groaned in annoyance but complied anyways.
Mikoto took out a fancy looking suit from the wardrobe that Izumo had gladly lent him, some shinny shoes and some fresh fragrance. The redhead locked the door and proceeded to change into his newest clothes.
After twenty minutes Yata heard the bathroom door unlock.
"She better be gorgeous." Yata's eyes widened when he saw a very fancy looking Mikoto get out of the bathroom. Even his hair seemed to fall out in perfect place. The ginger thought he looked like one of those sassy businessmen he hated. Good thing Mikoto remained as humble as ever.
"Oh she is gorgeous Mikoto-San! The most gorgeous girl you've ever seen!" And that wasn't a total lie; Reisi was beautiful, if he happened to be the opposite sex was another different matter.
"Sex will be good then."
"Uh...yeah, sure."
"Let's go, we don't want to keep the lady waiting."
"I guess..."
"Isn't it exciting that we're having a double date? I mean, I never thought your jealousy would allow you to see me with someone else!"
Fushimi rolled his eyes, like he always used to when the bluenette opened his mouth.
"For the hundredth time: I'm not jealous. I don't even care who you date."
"Don't worry Saru! I understand it's hard to forget me but you HAVE to move on, look at me, already starting to date again."
"Ugh, I have a date too you kn-"
"Sh sh, easy Saru, we don't want Yata to think you still have feelings for me!"
It was hopeless. Like every time Fushimi tried to talk some sense to the taller teen.
The raven opened the door for Reisi, only because he was sure the other wouldn't get inside until he did that. Both walked past the luxurious tables and Munakata was starting to get a little suspicious.
"Uh...Saru? We already passed the tables." The other teen kept walking. "Are you listening to me? Saru!"
Saruhiko opened a rusty door that conducted to the beach. At first Reisi thought it had been a very romantic gesture to choose a restaurant next to the beach, but now he seriously doubted Saruhiko´s plan. Mainly because the sand could ruin his perfect hair.
"That," He pointed his index finger to a table for two, it was adorned with simplicity and elegance, so unlike the overly luxurious tables inside the restaurant. "Is your table for the night."
"Okay!" Reisi walked happily to the wooden chair, sitting gracefully with a smile on his face. "Are you going to sit?" He frowned when Fushimi shook his face.
"No, tonight I'll go INSIDE the restaurant having a PEACEFUL and magnificent dinner with a boy I like and you will eat HERE with the boy you like." His voice sounded strangely firm in comparison to his usual monotone voice.
"But Saru..."
"No BUTS now sit and wait for your date." He adjusted his shirt and left Reisi alone.
"The boy I...like?"
As Saruhiko walked inside the restaurant, he spotted his date. Yata wore slightly different clothes from his usual white sweater and dark green shorts but he kept the beanie on.
Fushimi was completely captivated.
"Hey, Misaki."
Yata started panicking when the velvety voice reached his ears. The taller boy was very handsome indeed, but he felt a little bit awkward dressing so casual while Fushimi looked like a real prince charming in his dark blue suit.
"Where is my date?" Asked Mikoto.
"He...I mean, SHE is waiting for you outside the restaurant."
"Uh? Why outside?"
"Because it's tremendously romantic to have dinner on the beach, is it not Misaki?" Fushimi luckily intervened.
"Yeah."
Suoh groaned lazily at the thought of having to walk a bit further. It was a wonder how he kept in shape.
As the redhead disappeared from their sight, Fushimi and Yata let out a sigh of relief.
"How do you think he'll react when he find out it isn't a she but a he?"
"I'm not worried about that, I'm a bit more worried about his reaction when he finds out the he is Munakata Reisi." Saru made an agreement sound.
"Now that the lovebirds are gone, shall we?" Fushimi offered his arm to the ginger. Yata blushed heavily but took his arm anyways.
They took the farthest table available, the waiter came and took their respective orders; though, Yata had a little bit of trouble ordering seeing as he didn't understand the complicated names of the meals.
"Why do they use that stupid language anyway?!" His little rush attracted some curious looks from the people around them. Yata felt really stupid.
"Uh...Maybe coming here wasn't such good idea." Fushimi frowned.
"Is it so bad to be around me?"
"N-no! It's not you, you're perfect," When his own words sunk in, the ginger's cheeks and whole face were covered in a deep red shade.
"I mean...I just...don't feel like I belong here."
"Why?" Yata looked around him. All of the other costumers were dressed in expensive suits and ate so slowly and meticulously that Yata thought they weren't even hungry. On the other hand, when the waiter brought his meal he started eating like a madman, hell he hadn't eaten for five hours and he was starving!, so he forgot about the fork and napkin to enjoy his ridiculously expensive meal to the fullest.
Of course the disgusted looks at his coarse act were expected. But strangely Fushimi had remained there, looking at him with such devotion it was actually overwhelming, no trace of disgust in his look, nothing but fondness for a boy he barely met.
Yata wasn't one to believe in love at first sight or happily ever afters, he considered himself to be a very realistic person, so when this handsome young man with amazing blue eyes came into his life Yata couldn't help but feel scared. He didn't want to depend on someone, but as more he thought about it the more he convinced himself that trying to escape from Fushimi was going to be a fail attempt.
Because he honestly didn't want to let go.
"Look at them, Saru, look at you! I don't belong in here; I'm making you look like a fool. I don't even know why you wa-"
"Let's get out of here." Said suddenly the taller boy. Yata nodded and both got out from the crowded place half jogging.
"Misaki," He began "Believe me when I say, that this is the shortest and most amazing date I've ever had."
"But...you dated that sassy princess. He is gorgeous and has a lot of money and has manners and-"
"Munakata?" He nodded. "Ugh! I dated him for a year and I swear I didn't know what I was thinking."
Fushimi sat on the sidewalk; soon Yata did the same and sat next to him.
"Is he so bad?"
"No I...You know, actually I know why I did it."
"Why did you date him?"
"Yes. There's no denying he seems to have it all. He's got money, good looks, special treatment, everything! And that makes him act all bitchy, superior...and flaming gay. But I've known him since we were five and he wasn't always like that." For the first time the ginger felt compelled to listen to someone talk about Munakata Reisi. He wasn't sure if it was because of the story or the one telling the story. Could be both.
"Despite your impressions of him he had always wanted to establish foundations for charity and people with need when he could be able to use the banks' money from his father. Sadly the old man didn't agree on this, he said it was 'Wasted money'."
"So the princess actually wanted to help!"
"Yes, it was his dream. But everything changed when his mother died and he was left with his stupid father. He never supported him, never gave him love and tried to replace it with cars and Katy Perry's tickets."
"Katy P-"
"He's a huge fan don't even get me started on that." Luckily that was something Yata wasn't interested to hear.
"He needed someone. He was so depressed and hurt when he found out his father had cheated on his mother the last few years of her life. His personality changed drastically. That stupid act he puts on, it's sickening to see."
"So his life was awful too. I mean, I'm an orphan just like the other kids in the bar. I thought our life was difficult because we never got to meet our parents but now...It's so much better than actually knowing them and then be so disappointed."
"You're an orphan?" Fushimi was surprised he didn't know about that yet.
"Yeah, but I accepted it, something Munakata hasn't been able to do."
"I just don't want to see him hurt. Even if he makes me want to strangle him and cutting him limb by limb...he's still my best friend."
The ginger was starting to doubt his companion's sanity. But it was strangely touching at the same time.
"You're a good friend, Saru." The honesty in his voice made Fushimi smile. Not a smirk or grin. But an honest smile.
Saruhiko lifted his pale hand to Yata's face, cupping his cheek sweetly in his palm. God, Yata felt so gay and so good at the same time. He was actually feeling his heart racing faster each second.
"Definitely the best date I've ever had."
"But I acted like a fool, I told you I don't belong there."
"Then we'll go to wherever you belong, because as long as I'm with you I'll belong there too."
Yata blamed the sip of champagne he had had earlier, hell he even blamed the weather for being so damn hot, but the only thing he knew was that his lips were connected securely to Fushimi's slightly chapped ones.
No one knew who had given the first step and honestly they couldn't give a damn at the moment. All they could concentrate about was the feeling of heated skin and heavy breaths mixed in perfect sync, the feeling of a wet muscle begging for entrance and Yata's fast agreement.
The smaller boy moaned at the incredible feeling of Fushimi's tongue exploring his mouth, running around his teeth and inviting Yata's shy tongue to the sensual dance it played.
Fushimi circled his arms around his trim waist, running his curious hands up and down his torso and his sides, Yata leaned even more forward, giving in completely and then his tongue battled for control. That was the Misaki he liked.
Fushimi let Yata be in control for a while. The shorter man took his lower lip between his teeth, biting onto the soft skin and earning a pleasurable moan from the raven haired boy. He wanted to continue, wanted to feel everything that made Fushimi from the inside and outside. Sadly, that was something it couldn't be done in a sidewalk, much less outside of a restaurant. But just by looking into Saru's deep blue eyes and pink cheeks was enough to make Yata wonder if love at first sight was as surreal as he had thought.
"Misaki..." He reached out and took off his beanie, letting his fingers run between the coopery soft strands. "You're beautiful." He kissed him again.
Ok so, maybe it wasn't as surreal after all.
Suoh walked lazily through the hall that conducted the restaurant to the beach. Only Yata would want to have a date near the beach.
He opened the door and followed the path that Yata had previously described to reach his date.
Why such thrill anyway? It wasn't as if he'll meet Miss Universe or something, it was just a freaking date with the hopes of hot sex afterwards and nothing else.
The redhead reached his destination; his amber eyes scanned the beautifully adorned place, from the aromatic candles to the amazing view to the beach and the sand covering Izumo's shoes. Well shit, He'll blame Yata later.
What he didn't expect though, was the bored face of Munakata. His eyes were closed in what seemed to be deep though, Mikoto could watch the long lashes dusting over his pale cheeks like a delicate veil.
He could have made his escape while Reisi was lost in thought, he wouldn't notice and he'll kill Fushimi for making him lose his time (just as he will kill Yata later). But, strangely Mikoto couldn't keep his eyes off of him, Reisi looked so calm and serene in here, as if the sound of the ocean waves, the gentle breeze moving his dark blue strands and the candle light that illuminated his pale face, everything fit him, everything was so...him.
And so, Mikoto found it difficult to ignore the beauty of it all.
"I never took you as the boring type."
In the blink of an eye Reisi's eyes were wide open, but he didn't seem surprised to see the redhead stand in front of him.
"Guess Fushimi is the son of the devil after all." He gave a soft sigh. "Take a seat; we don't to waste this romantic date our 'friends' prepared for us."
Mikoto took the chair and sat ungracefully, earning a curious look from Munakata. They started to eat and of course the bluenette kept his manners untouched, he ate bit by bit just like his nana had instructed for all those insufferable years.
Suoh, just as Yata, forgot his manners and started to eat of a way Reisi could only call 'Vulgar'.Fingers licked, Suit's sleeve used as a napkin, mouth and chin covered in cheese...Oh god.
"Would you stop doing that?!" Munakata finally snapped.
"Do what?" He asked during a mouthful of pasta.
"That! It's disgusting! I swear you need some manners...and a napkin."
"At least I don't eat like a bird, you food is all cold and you haven't even eaten half of it, that's why you're so scrawny."
The bluenette frowned. Mikoto was a bit (a lot) more toned than him. His body was a freaking tribute to muscles for god's sake! It was lean but well defined, nothing like his own. But hey! It wasn't his fault to have a girl's body!
"I'm not."
"Oh that's right; you're chubby because you have a fat ass."
"My ass is not fat!"
"Yeah right."
"I have wider hips than the typical man but that doesn't mean I have fat!"
"Whatever."
They kept eating in silence for what felt like hours. It reminded Reisi of a typical dinner with his father, just silence filling the room because words were overrated between them. There was nothing he hated more than those stupid silences.
He had come to this date to relax, to forget about his father, his future, his duties, the person he was destined to become and the hungry cold filling his own house. He certainly never expected to be experiencing the same coldness coming from one of the warmest person he had ever met.
"It must be easy for you."
The redhead looked away from his food and set eyes on the pale boy.
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"It's easy for you to be so...carefree. Like, you don't give a damn about anything."
Reisi was trying his best to avoid mopping in front of Mikoto, but when you stand face to face with your total opposite and the perfect figure of what you used to be, it was inevitable.
"You don't understand."
"Now I'm the one who doesn't understand." Mikoto pushed his chair a little bit away from the table, his body facing the rebel ocean and his eyes closed when a gentle midnight breeze hit his sun kissed skin.
"It's a lot simpler than you think. You have it all and I don't. You have your life all worked out by your daddy and I live everyday as if it was my last one. I have nothing to lose."
Mikoto took out a cigarette and lit the cancer stick. Munakata wasn't much of a smoker, he actually valued his life, but he couldn't help but be enchanted by the calming effect it had on him.
"That's why you smoke? Because you feel like if you die you have nothing to lose?"
Mikoto exhaled the smoke from his lungs.
"No, I smoke because it's calming. But yeah, if I were to day today or any day, I honestly couldn't give a damn. It's not like someone will miss me." Reisi adjusted his glasses and blinked a few times.
"What about that ex convict? Or Anna? Or even that annoying barman? All of them would miss you." The bluenette's voice was soft, he didn't feel like raising his voice, he felt it could disturb the calm atmosphere they had managed to maintain.
"They'll be better without me."
"I knew took you as the suicidal type." He said, mocking the exact same words Mikoto had used for him. "Why did you dress up so elegant anyway?"
"Yata said I should, the little fucker is most likely having a WONDERFUL night."
"You tell me, Fushimi is a wonderful lover...when he is in the mood."
Munakata undid the top buttons of his shirt. It was hot. Even with their closeness to the beach in the middle of October the teen felt suffocated just by being close to the redhead.
Mikoto followed the movements of his slender fingers, how the tiny buttons became undone one by one leaving a small patch of his white skin for the world to see.
"Umm...I'm not surprised you two used to date."
"Really? It comes as a surprise for most."
"Not for me. He should be like, what? Your hundredth lover?"
Munakata felt honestly hurt by his words. Those words have been pronounced to him so many times in the past, believing he was some kind of man-whore or that he exchanged money for sex. It was painful to hear those same words leaving the mouth of someone you expected to be different.
The dreadful silence came again. Mikoto lit cigarette after cigarette while Munakata played with the last bits of his food, poking the vegetables like Saru used to do.
"He was my first one."
It was barely audible, but Suoh heard it clear as the day.
"What?"
"Fushimi; he was my fist lover and the only one I've ever had."
Munakata looked like a scolded child, so small and fragile; the whole opposite to what Mikoto was used to see. A feeling of guilt over came his senses.
"Look Munakata, you don't have to-"
"My mother died when I was ten years old. To make long story short, I was lonely and depressed, that's why Fuhimi and I started dating. I didn't love him that way and he felt the same about me. But it was my escapade, the only way I felt a bit of warmness outside of my own room." Munakata chuckled softly."Want to hear something funny?"
Mikoto could only look at him.
"I could have abandoned HOMRA at any time I wanted. I had the money to move from this trashy city and never come back. But I didn't. I didn't want to go, because I met you."
"You...met me..."
"Yes, you are everything I wanted to become. The way you helped those kids, it's amazing! Anna and probably all of the kids in the bar are alive because of you. You're their role model, they admire you! So it's stupid and foolish of you to believe your life has no meaning."
Reisi stood up from his seat; his fingers took the cigarette out of Suoh's mouth and took a deep drag himself.
"You should value yourself a bit more."
"How about you?"
"What about me?"
"You should believe you're beautiful." Munakata rolled his eyes.
"Of course I'm beautiful. Don't think that this open hearted conversation with me will change my dislike of you. But yeah, I am beau-Hey!"
The bluenette yelped when he felt a pair of strong arms lifting him from the ground. Mikoto was carrying him bridal style, making his way through the sand and getting dangerously close to the ocean.
"Oh no! Put me down you idiot! Mikoto I swear that if you don't stop this none-" Munakata couldn't finish his sentence. He was already soaked from head to toe with the stupidly cold water. He could hear Mikoto laughing behind him.
"Y-you! My hair is ruined and...Where are my glasses?!" Both had their torsos inside the water, Reisi was panicking by his lack of steadiness caused by the always moving sand under his feet.
"Hey, take it easy." Mikoto grabbed him by the hips and helped him walk out of the salty water.
Both were soaked to the bone, their shirts stuck to them like a double skin, making every part of them visible to the eye of the other. It wasn't a terrible sight for neither of them; of course Munakata was pretty busy trying to style his hair once again to even notice the handsome sight the redhead made.
Now secure and away from the salty water, Mikoto couldn't stop laughing at Munakata's fail attempts to get a perfect hairstyle once again.
"What's so funny?!" The redhead's muffled laugh finally came to an end; he wiped the tears from his eyes and looked at the other teen.
"Your fail attempts at looking perfect again."
"You're unbelievable," he informed. "Considering this is your entire fault, you should be apologizing to me."
"What for? For making you look better than before? I'm wet too you know?"
"Well yes, but you never cared about appearances anyway; I on the other hand have a reputation to maintain." Munakata sighed exasperatedly at his soaked locks, the blue strands just didn't want to stay in place.
"Ugh! So irritating. What are you looking at?" He said when he felt Mikoto's intent stare. The redhead's glee had left his face, replacing it with a serious expression.
Suoh lifted his tanned hand and moved Reisi's own pale hand away from his hair, taking the time to caress the soft skin.
"You're not perfect." Munakata rolled his eyes.
"I think we already established that you'll never consider me as someone remotely close to pretty, so why bother with your stup-" He yelped when Mikoto grabbed his waist and put him close; closer than they had ever been.
Suoh let go of his hand and lifted his chin to make the bluenette face him. The taller noticed for the first time, without his glasses, how long his eyelashes were and how bright his violet eyes shined. It was a nice sight to see.
"Don't put words in my mouth that I haven't said."
"You haven't, but you don't need to either, actions speak louder than words."
"And feed your ego? No thank you."
"Where are you getting at, Suoh?"
"My point is," Suoh wiped the remaining sand from his pale face. "No one's perfect, Munakata, you don't have to try and be perfect. Someday you'll find someone who thinks of you as a perfect human being, without those beauty products, annoying clothes and fake smiles. He'll like you like this, just as you are. With hair pointing all ways and that dirt covering your face."
Munakata wanted to believe. To believe his enemy's words. But it was absurd. The simple thought of that perfect human being was stupid.
"Suoh-"
"Don't try to make me understand because I already do. I was once like you. Someone who never appreciated what he had, an egotistical teenager who slept with any girl or boy that crossed his way, tasting alcohol and some drugs as if there was no tomorrow. Reisi, I was about to die."
The bluenette kept silent. He doubted he could've made an intelligent comment eve if he tried.
"But luckily the bar, the kids saved me. I was lucky and I'm grateful for that, I'm not alone anymore." Suoh let go of him, only to take a sit on the sand. Munakata was grossed out by the strange things and bacteria it could hide there, but followed his companion anyways.
"When I met you, I saw my old self in you. So lost and lonely. I only wanted to save you."
"From who?"
"From yourself. But tonight I realized something." Munakata let his head in sheer curiosity.
"You're not me."
"Well duh!" Suoh chuckled.
"See? Deep inside that fickle attitude and bitchy outside, I know there's good in you, more than I've ever had in me."
"Suoh."
"Yes?"
"If you don't shut up this instant I'm going to find myself in a big dilemma." Mikoto raised an eyebrow.
"Really? What dilemma could it be?"
"If I'll have to make the first move or just incite you to do it."
Mikoto smirked and he moved slowly to straddle Reisi's waist. The pale boy spread his legs happily to give the tall teen room for movement. His back met the white sand while Mikoto balanced himself on his arms, each one resting besides Munakata's face.
They were mere inches apart, both wanted it but none dared to make the first step.
"You know, this whole cliché scenery looked different in my head."
"Why is that?"
"First, I expected to have a blonde super model on top of me instead of a vulgar redhead." Just when things were going great Munakata had to ruin it with his childish attitude.
Suoh was about to get up, but Munakata's long pale legs encircled his trim waist, making him stay in place.
"Weird thing is that instead of that super hot model, I have the most insufferable, annoying, vulgar and handsome redhead with the most amazing eyes I've ever seen. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
Reisi smiled. A beautiful honest smile which only made his already perfect face even more perfect to his eyes. A soft peck on the lips drifted him from his thoughts. Then came another and another, those small pecks were pleas to something deeper, something Munakata was desperate to get from the older teen.
"A bit eager, are we?" The teen rested his arms on both sides of his shoulders, lazily caressing his surprisingly soft locks.
"Don't get your hopes too high; I won't have sex with you on this dirty sand. It's disgusting." Munakata crinkled his nose cutely; something Mikoto had noticed only indicated annoyance.
The tall redhead smirked and stood up from his place helping the shorter teen up and dusting off the remaining sand on his suit.
They had to walk a few miles until they reached the restaurant, but the boys didn't seem to be in a hurry, both walked shoulder to shoulder, slowly and silently.
"So, when will you tell me about your past?" Mikoto grinned.
"Eventually."
"Does this mean we're friends?"
Reisi tried to not sound too hopeful, sadly for him Mikoto noticed. As per usual.
"I don't know, do friends kiss other friends?" It was the first time Suoh had seen Reisi blush from embarrassment.
"It wasn't completely my fault."
"As far as I know, you were the one who was eager to kiss me."
They continued to walk in silence. Munakata had his arms on both his sides, bracing himself securely in his own limbs. Deep down he wished it were Suoh's arms enveloping him, giving him his warmness. But, as usual he kept his thoughts to himself.
They reached the restaurant. To their surprise the bill was already paid.
"At least they did something to be grateful for."
Munakata agreed with him.
"Care for a ride?" Mikoto said.
"Uh?"
"I don't think you'll want to take a taxi when your clothes are so translucent." Reisi nodded.
Mikoto turn on the engine and started the ride.
Vague memories of the previous night on his car came to the redhead's mind. The situation was different; the feelings were different, even if the same person sat beside him.
"You're unusually quiet."
"I didn't know thinking was illegal."
"What about?"
"Aren't you a nosy one?"
"I'm sorry, your majesty, I never knew worrying about you was illegal too."
Reisi snorted. "Just drive."
"Do you think they killed each other?"
Yata was currently resting on one of Fushimi's big sofas. Limbs spread and head resting on his right arm.
"I don't think so; Mikoto-San probably has that sassy boy in all fours already! HAHA." Saruhiko blushed.
"If that is the case, I don't think Munakata would care."
"Uh? I always took him by the top kind of guy."
"Actually he's a 'soft' man, for not saying flaming gay. He secretly likes to be dominated."
"He uh...He, I mean...did you..."
"Have sex?" Yata blushed. Fushimi thought it fit him.
"Yes, it was only natural." Yata felt a pang of jealousy run through his veins, it was a mixed feeling, but felt as painful as any other street fight he'd had.
Saruhiko noticed the change of Yata's cheeky attitude. A smirk appeared on his face as he placed a single wet kiss at the crook of his neck.
"But don't worry, Misaki. We'll have time for that and much more." He kept his tail of kisses down to his uncovered shoulder.
"Will I...you know...be able to top sometimes?" The question made Fushimi stop his ministrations.
"Top or bottom, you'll be mine, Misaki." Saru licked the contour of his lips. "All mine."
A hot date with the most handsome man he'd ever seen? Check.
A promise for future hardcore sex? Check.
Certainty he'll finally be able to use his manhood? Check.
If Mikoto murdered him for setting him up (Which he'll do) then, Yata was sure to die as very happy man.
Saruhiko seemed to agree on that as his lips lowered even more to kiss the soft expanse that was Misaki's flat stomach.
'Oh god this is getting good!'
"And we're only getting started, my dear Misaki."
-tbc
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