Thanks so much for all of the great reviews!! Whenever I would get one, it really made my fingers itch to work on this next chapter. I would have had it out last night, but my internet died because of a thunderstorm, but it's all ready now. I apologize for any spelling errors, my spell-check was on the fritz because of the internet. Hope you like it!

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Shuichi felt himself regain consciousness slowly, pale orange light flooding through his eyelids. He felt so warm and comfortable, a heavy weight settling across his waist. He snuggled further into his pillow, sighing quietly. It wasn't until that moment that he realized that his pillow was...moving.

He opened his eyes and they fell across an expanse of smooth, silky tanned skin. He then remembered what had happened the night before and he felt his face quickly heat up. Eiri was...holding him.

The blonde's weight shifted, pulling him closer, if that was even possible. He held his breath, worried that he would wake the older man. He felt the chin above him snuggle slightly in his hair, but he didn't move.

"You know, you should breathe once in a while."

Letting the air escape his lungs, he tilted his head up and got caught in that golden gaze. More blood rushed to his face and he hid his head in the man's broad shoulder. "I didn't want to wake you up," he muttered in self-defense.

"Hmm...too late for that." Eiri tightened his embrace and placed his lips against the mop of silky pink hair, wildly mussed from sleep. "You should probably get ready for work."

The thought of leaving the warm sanctuary of Eiri's arms caused him to wrap his arms around the broad chest and hold firm. "Nope. Too comfy." If he could have blushed harder, he would have.

Eiri couldn't hold back the smile, but he knew that he had let the boy sleep too long as it was. No sense having his brother-in-law breathing down his throat and asking uncomfortable questions. Giving one last squeeze, he groaned and let his arm drop away from the slender body. He leaned up on one elbow and looked down at the scarlet-faced boy. "Come on. I'll make a quick breakfast. Go ahead and hop in the shower."

Feeling cheeky, Shuichi's mouth twisted in a sly smile. "Are you saying I stink?"

Eiri caught the mischievous glint in his eye and decided that if the boy wanted to play, he would play. He shifted his arm and planted it on the other side of the singer so that he could lean over him. Shuichi shifted so that he lay on his back and donned an oh-so-innocent expression. Eiri leaned down so that his face was only an inch or so away from Shuichi's and spoke softly. "Well, I don't know. Maybe I should check."

Eiri's face lowered to Shuichi's ear, nuzzling gently. He ghosted his lips down to his chin, then lower down his neck. Shuichi took in a sharp breath when he felt soft lips grazing the hollow of his neck, his mind spinning when those same lips placed butterfly kisses along his throat. His mind went completely fuzzy when he felt fingertips tracing along the hem of his loose-fitting shirt, tickling him underneath. As those hands became more daring, traveling the skin on his abdomen, Eiri continued to gently nip at his collarbone.

Shuichi closed his eyes and a moan escaped his lips. He felt the blood rush south as his body responded in a more embarrassing way. He fought for control, lifting his heavy arms and laid them on Eiri's shoulders, gently pushing him away. "W-We...uh...shouldn't do this..."

Eiri didn't seem to hear him and decided to start undoing the buttons of the smaller male's shirt, one by one. Shuichi let his head fall back onto the pillow, beginning to pant slightly. When his shirt was undone, Eiri trailed his lips from collarbone to naval, blowing air softly on the flushed skin. He slowly made his way back up and settled his lips over the other's. He lowered his body, placing his weight on top of the boy's, one knee in between his thighs.

It was the feel of Eiri's hardened flesh against his thigh that sent shockwaves to his brain, restarting his thinking process. His eyes snapped open and he gave Eiri another, firmer push. Locking eyes with him, he stuttered. "I...uh...can't...I've never...But we haven't known each other for very long and...well..."

God I sound like an idiot...

Eiri was taken aback, surprised - however pleasantly - to find that the boy was a virgin. Even though the thought of the boy being untouched made his body respond more aggressively, he didn't want to scare his prize away. Studying the boy's flushed and hesitant face, he gave him one more kiss and pulled away. Stretching his legs, he stood up with a groan, shifting his shoulders to work out the kinks caused from sleep.

Shuichi sat up, his one leg folding underneath him, the other dangling off the bed, not quite reaching the floor. His hands began to slowly replace the buttons on his shirt and he seemed to study them intently. He heard Eiri's footsteps recede towards the door and he picked his head up. "You're...not mad at me, are you?"

Eiri paused, wondering if he did anything to warrant the question. He heard a sigh from the boy, who obviously mistook his silence for an affirmative answer. He looked back over his shoulder. "No, but if I didn't stop touching you now, I don't think I could have listened to you if you said 'no' later."

Shuichi's brow furrowed, confused by the remark. He saw the hazy shine to the older man's eyes and blushed once again, realizing the implications. Once the blonde disappeared through the doorway, he stood and walked into the bathroom, ready for a nice, cold shower.

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Within an hour, the two pulled up to NG and got out of the car. Despite Shuichi's embarrassed remarks that he didn't need to be accompanied, Eiri followed him inside. In truth, Eiri had decided to speak with Tohma regarding the situation. He did not want to drag the singer into a dangerous situation without being prepared. He realized that the easiest way to avoid trouble was to simply stop seeing him, but after waking up to his soft, warm body that morning, he knew that it was an impossibility.

Eiri followed Shuichi all the way into the studio, tempted to stay and watch rehearsal's again. When they entered the room, Hiro and Suguru were already waiting, talking over breakfast consisting of coffee and bagels. Hiro looked up immediately, the smile falling from his face as soon as he laid eyes on the blonde. Tearing his eyes away, he looked at his friend who, for the second day, was wearing clothes that were suspiciously too large for his slender frame. He forced a smile on his face. "Hey, buddy. Hungry? We picked up plenty this morning."

Shuichi shook his head. "No, Eiri cooked breakfast this morning," he said, a blush darkening his cheeks.

Hiro bit his tongue although his face felt like it would crack under the strain of his smile. He turned his attention to the author. "Do you mind having a word with me outside?"

Eiri shrugged his shoulders, inwardly smirking at the blatant jealousy burning in the brunette's eyes. Deciding that he was feeling especially cocky, he took time to embrace Shuichi and kiss the top of his head. The singer's face flared and he mumbled something about warming up before disappearing into the sound booth.

Hiro walked out of the room first and when Eiri stepped out, the guitarist fixed him with a heated glare. "What, exactly, are your intentions with my friend?"

Eiri leaned against the wall, as if he was above this conversation. In all honesty, he didn't know this punk, so he didn't appreciate him meddling. "I think that I made my intentions pretty obvious."

If possible, Hiro became even angrier at the flippant response. He closed the distance between them, not caring that he was an inch or so shorter than the blonde, and put everything he had behind his words. "If I find out that you hurt him in any way, I will personally tear you apart."

Eiri met his stare without faltering. Although he had a scathing remark, the determination he saw in those charcoal eyes made him reconsider. He couldn't argue that he was angered, even insulted, that he was threatened in such a way, but fighting with the younger man was not worth angering his koi. Staring the younger man in the eye, he spoke firm and slow. "I frankly don't give a damn what you think about me, but I have no intentions of hurting Shuichi."

Hiro was slightly shocked by the serious tone, and saddened. If this guy was serious about the singer, he had no right to interfere. I have no claim. I'm just a friend to him. Glaring once more as a warning, Hiro turned without a word and walked back into the studio.

Eiri studied the closed door for several minutes until he heard music begin to play from within. He felt something he never had before when he thought about Hiro. Jealousy? He didn't miss the subtle message the guitarist was giving off, it was easy to see that he was attracted to the singer, maybe even loved him. A burning feeling raged in his chest at the thought of someone else touching Shuichi. There was no way he'd let him go.

Pulling himself away, he turned and walked towards the elevator, making his way to Tohma's office. He didn't bother to knock on the door, instead letting himself in immediately. Tohma sat behind his desk behind a stack of papers, as usual. He looked up when the door opened, surprised to see the writer. "Eiri, what a pleasant surprise. To what do I owe this visit?"

Eiri was silent, falling into the soft couch on the opposite wall where Tohma sat. Tohma felt the tension radiating from the man, so he leaned forward, propped his elbows on the desk, and rested his chin in his hands. Eiri removed his sunglasses, finding the subdued light comfortable for his eyes. After several moments of mutual silence, Eiri locked his gaze with Tohma. "We need to talk about a few things."

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Shuichi, Hiro and Suguru had practiced non-stop for two hours before their manager showed up. K beckoned the trio to come into the main room and they followed him out. Standing tall, apparently very proud of himself, he smiled. "Alright guys, listen up. We are planning the release date for your single for two weeks from today, which means that it must be perfected. This will be the first step in your debut, so we have to make it good!"

All three men smiled along with the blonde. Shuichi turned to Hiro, excitement bright in his eyes. "I can't believe it, Hiro. We are actually gonna make our own c.d."

Hiro clapped him on the back in agreement. K cleared his throat and, once he got everyone's attention, continued. "We have also scheduled your first concert date to be in six weeks, so we need to have a playlist ready. Shuichi, how are the lyrics coming along?"

Shuichi smiled and ran across the room to retrieve his notebook. Pulling it open, he handed the book to his bandmates. "Eiri and I have been working on it and we already have three songs finished, not including the one we are working on now. We just need the arrangement to go along with them."

Hiro studied the lyrics and was pleasantly surprised by the quality. Maybe hiring help wasn't such a bad idea, he thought. "These are really great, Shu. Suguru and I will get started putting music to these."

"That's good news," K commented. "As procedure with new bands, we usually schedule them as opening acts for their first concert. However, Seguchi feels so strongly about your group that he is willing to schedule you as the main act. Pending, of course, on how well your single sells."

"Alright!" Shuichi yelled, bouncing on his feet. His bandmates shared his enthusiasm, feeling very proud of themselves. Shuichi couldn't wipe the smile off of his face. Everything was finally pulling together. He and Hiro get signed to a record label, they are well on their way to an exciting ride, and he met a person he felt so deeply for. Thing were finally looking up.

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The three weeks that followed were like a blur to Shuichi. Days were spend recording and rearranging track to perfection, their single released on schedule. His nights were spent in heaven - strong, comforting arms holding him as if afraid he would disappear. During those long nights, he felt himself falling even more in love with the older man.

Eiri found himself smiling more than he had since he was a little kid. The brightness that Shuichi radiated made his pulse quicken, sending him spiraling with the sound of his laughter. He was so deep that he felt like he was drowning, and he didn't mind at all. All of his fears, his worries and hesitation seemed to slip away with each sound that came out of the boy's mouth. There was no where else he'd rather be.

At the moment, Shuichi sat, along with his bandmates, in the conference room at NG, nervously awaiting the president's arrival. He knew that it was the day the charts came in to give the results of their sales, and he was nervous. Looking towards Hiro and Suguru, he could see that they felt the same anxiety.

Shuichi glanced at the clock on the far side of the wall and noticed that Seguchi and K were late, something that was unusual for the president. He was about to voice this when the door slammed open unexpectedly, causing him to jump. Turning around, he saw K standing in the doorway, a grim expression on his face. Without saying a word, K rounded the table and sat directly across from Hiro. Following behind, albeit calmer, was Tohma, holding a folder in his hands. He sat down opposite of Shuichi and glanced over the three men across from him.

After a few moments in silence, Tohma slid the envelope across the table and leaned back in his chair. "The charts are in, and the results are not what we had anticipated."

Shuichi's heart sank to his knees and he slumped in his chair. His eyes began to burn, but he would not let the humiliation of tears add to the heartbreak of failure. He couldn't look Tohma in the eyes, opting to stare at the smooth wooden tabletop instead.

Tohma cleared his throat and continued. "I was hoping that your single would place you in the top ten this month, but we clearly underestimated your talent."

Shuichi thought he heard wrong, but when he raised his head, Tohma's smiling aqua eyes confirmed what he had heard. "What do you mean?" he asked hesitantly.

Tohma motioned towards the folder and, with a slight tremor in his fingers, flipped the cover open. He blinked, then blinked again. Reading over the list for a third time, he jumped from his chair and screamed. Hiro couldn't believe his eyes. They had not made the top ten...they had made the top five. On the list, at number 5, was their single.

Shuichi couldn't contain his excitement and he hugged Hiro ferociously. "We did it, Hiro!"

Hiro could only nod his agreement, the air being temporarily squeezed out of him by an over-exuberant pink fluff-ball. Shuichi finally peeled himself from his friend and gave Suguru a more subdued hug from behind, knowing the younger man was not one for hugs. Finally finding his seat again, although he could not hold still, Shuichi glanced between Tohma and K, who now wore a sizable smile on his face. "What now?"

Tohma stood from his seat. "For now, I leave you to your manager, as I have a meeting I have to attend. I am pleased with your progress so far, and I don't think that it is too much to expect great things from your group in the future. Enjoy your day." With that, Tohma made his way out of the room.

K stood up and drew the attention of the group. "Alright. You can take the rest of the afternoon off, but be here first thing in the morning. We need to start practicing for your upcoming concert, as Seguchi has decided to make you the main act. Take time to rest today, it's only going to get harder the farther we go."

The three boys didn't hesitate to rush out of the office, excited both by the news and because they had the rest of the day to themselves. Hiro caught up with Shuichi, who was walking quickly down the hall towards the elevator. Putting his hand to the shorter boy's shoulder, he slowed the pace. "Hey buddy. Feel like going out to celebrate?"

Shuichi smiled and his cheeks glowing. "Well, I feel like celebrating, but...well...I - uh, told Eiri I would stop by to let him know the news. Since it's so good 'n all, I thought that...maybe he and I could celebrate...together."

Hiro's mouth dropped and Shuichi, seeing his reaction, flushed even brighter. Not wanting to embarrass his friend more than necessary, he gave his shoulder a squeeze. "No need to go into details, Shuichi. Just don't stay up too late tonight. I don't think K would be very happy if you showed up late tomorrow."

"No problem, Hiro," Shuichi agreed. "See you tomorrow."

Shuichi entered the elevator alone, Hiro having to return to the studio for his things. He decided to go straight to Eiri's, seeing as how he had been spending more time there than at his own apartment for the past three weeks. He smiled at the thought. Maybe thinking of moving in with the writer wouldn't be such a bad idea...

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"Damnit!" He slammed the papers down on the wooden table with a fury, causing a few slips to fall to the ground.

Ma studied his friend's enraged expression, his stomach twisting with worry. He had never seen Taki so angry before. He placed his hand on the man's shoulder as a gesture of comfort. "Come on, Taki. It's not like we bottomed out or anything. We did well, too."

Taki shrugged the offending hand away, turning in his chair to glare at the blonde. "Well? WELL?! We worked our asses off for that album and some pink-headed fairy freak placed two spots above us?! That bottom-scraper isn't even in the same league as me!"

Ma sighed, realizing that there was not getting through to the singer. He pushed his chair away from the table and stood up. "Well, I'm gonna go get some hot tea for us. We'll talk more when you've calmed down."

Taki didn't say a word as his friend left, leaving him to sulk in silence. How had he done it? What was it that people saw in him? Taki had to admit that the other singer was attractive and had an air about him that was indisputably appealing. Still, Taki had been in the business for a year and had yet to make the top 5 in the music charts. The fact that Bad Luck's first single to hit the market beat ask...

Taki gritted his teeth and clenched his fists. There had to be a way to take Shindo out of the running. There was no way he was going to give up without a fight, dirty or otherwise. He closed his eyes and wracked his brain. Who else hated the boy? His eyes flew open as his pictured a certain brunette. He smiled, his lips twisted in a sickening way. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone, quickly dialing a number.

"Hello?"

"Ayaka? It's Taki."

"Oh hi! I was wondering when you were going to call me. What have you been up to lately?"

"Listen, I can't talk on the phone right now, but are you free for lunch tomorrow? We need to talk about a certain...thorn."

There was a pause, then the voice became serious. "Of course. Where do you want me to meet you?"

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Shuichi entered the apartment, squinting in the dim light. He closed the door behind him and, kicking off his shoes, began walking towards the living room. He heard a sound coming from the left and realized that Eiri must have been in the kitchen instead. Sure enough, upon entering he was suddenly swept up off his feet, finding himself locked in a secure embrace. He allowed his head to fall against the warm, firm chest and breathed in the musky scent.

Eiri kissed the boy's head before laying his chin in the soft tresses. He had been waiting all day for the boy to come home, and now he had no intention of loosening his grip. "Are you hungry?"

Shuichi shook his head, feeling too excited to be hungry. Oh yeah, he remembered that he wanted to tell Eiri the good news. He lifted his face from where he laid it and locked eyes with the taller man. "We got our ratings back. Our single made number five!"

Eiri couldn't hide the small smile creeping onto his face from the singer's unsuppressed happiness. "Well, I guess that you deserve a reward then, huh..."

Shuichi was about to question his meaning, but stopped himself when those tender lips covered his own. His eyes immediately snapped shut, his mind shutting off. Eiri gently kneaded Shuichi's soft lips with his own, bringing his hand to rest on the small of his back. He used his tongue to gently trace the crease of the boy's lips and, when they parted without hesitation, he pushed inside without the need to fight for dominance. Shuichi's taste and scent were driving him crazy and he fought against the urge to lengthen his fangs. As much as he would love to taste the essence that was purely Shuichi, he didn't want to frighten him.

Shuichi felt his inhibitions slowly slipping away with each caress of Eiri's skillful tongue against his own. He was painfully aware of his state of arousal, his pants uncomfortably tight. Maybe it was the euphoria he felt as he became drunk on Eiri's taste, but he suddenly felt bold. Without a trace of trepidation, he pressed forward and ground his hips against Eiri, moaning as the intense pleasure paralyzed him. Eiri's eyes snapped open as he felt Shuichi's excitement. He, himself, was already more aroused than he could remember ever being.

Pulling away, Eiri patiently waited for Shuichi's glassy eyes to flutter open. Shuichi groaned at the loss of contact and looked up at the blonde questioningly. Eiri fought to stay in control of his urges, but - damn - the kid looked like sin with his flushed face and lust-filled eyes. "Don't start something you won't finish," he warned, his voice husky.

Shuichi gulped, the fog in his head thinning slightly. He looked into those golden eyes and he couldn't deny that he wanted this. Hardening his resolve, his lips held a shaky smile. "I know." He reached forward and joined their lips together once more, pressing his hardness against Eiri's thigh.

Deciding that he didn't want to think anymore, Eiri lowered both of his hands to cup Shuichi's soft backside, lifting upwards. Unbalanced, Shuichi quickly wrapped his arms around the taller man's neck and wrapped his legs around his waist. Eiri carried him effortlessly down the hall to his bedroom. Instead of tossing the small boy onto the bed, he laid him down gently and crawled over top of him. Parting lips, he began trailing soft nips and kisses from his mouth to his chin and, finally, his neck. He sucked the tender skin gently, soothing the pink skin with his tongue. Shuichi was at a loss for what to do, having never been in this situation before. He cooperated when Eiri lifted his shirt and took it off, fisting his hands into the silky white sheets when Eiri took a pink nub in his mouth, teasing it with his mouth until it became a hardened pebble.

Eiri could not get enough of the lithe, soft body beneath him. Pulling his mouth away from the budding peak, he trailed his tongue down the smooth expanse of skin until he reached his delicate naval. He dipped his tongue inside, his own excitement straining painfully in his pants when he heard the broken cries from the singer's mouth. Nimble fingers made quick work of the button of Shuichi's jeans but a soft tug on his hair made him pause as he was lowering the zipper. He looked up into those beautiful violet eyes, which were now a mixture of desire and fear. He planted his hands on either side of the boy's body and rose up to look at him.

Shuichi felt like an idiot. Even more than that, he felt inadequate...unworthy of such attention. He tried to form words as those gold eyes studied him, but his mind failed him. His hands shook slightly and he had to look away from that beautiful face, feeling his eyes sting no matter how much he tried to calm himself. Carefully gauging the boy's expression, Eiri quickly realized what the problem was. He lowered himself, his body held up by his elbows as he used one hand to turn Shuichi's head to face him. When there eyes met, Eiri was stunned to see tears threatening to fall. "Shuich...we don't have to do this if you don't want to."

Shuichi shook his head. "I...want to. I just...don't know what to do." He averted his gaze before he could see the hunger in the blonde's eyes grow exponentially. Eiri tried to calm himself down before he ended up taking the boy hard. No, he wouldn't do that. Not to him. He lowered his lips to his ear, using his fingertips to gently brush away the sweat-dampened pink strands. He whispered into the boy's ear, allowing his breath to tickle the sensitive flesh. "I'll be gentle...if you let me."

Shuichi was surprised that Eiri would still want him even though he was unexperienced and hadn't the faintest idea of how to make the older man feel good. He glanced upwards and saw only sincerity written on that flawless face. Taking a deep breath, he nodded his consent.

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Shuichi woke up slowly, a smile on his face after having the best night sleep he's had in a long time. He felt warm and comfortable, pulling his arms out from under the comforter and stretching them above his head. His legs followed suit, stretching as far as they could...that was, until, a sharp pain raced up his back. He grimaced, and muffled a cry. That was when he remembered what activities he engaged in the night before that left him so sore.

Unable to fight the smile from blossoming on his face, he slowly rolled onto his side, coming face to face with Eiri, who was already awake. "How long have you been awake?"

Eiri shrugged and brushed a stray lock of hair from Shuichi's forehead. "Doesn't matter."

Shuichi grinned and they fell into silence, neither one wanting to disrupt the peaceful aftereffects of their night together. Shuichi felt so comfortable in the soft bed, Eiri's arm firmly draped across his waist, he began to fall asleep once again. Before he could drift off into oblivion, however, the shrill sound of his cellphone ringing caused his eyes to snap open. "What time is is?" He glanced towards the clock and his mouth dropped open in shock. It was already eleven o'clock!

Shuichi immediately jumped out of bed, forgetting that the bed sheet was wrapped around his legs. Owww. He untangled the sheet and got to his feet, running to the bathroom to take a shower. Hopefully the warm water would ease the ache in his backside. Once under the spray of water, he smiled. Last night had been...incredible. A blush crept onto his face as he remembered exactly how Eiri looked under the pale moonlight, a sheen of sweat covering his flawless skin as he...

"Arrgg!" Shuichi plunged his face under the spray, forcing those thoughts away to keep his body under control. "How am I supposed to work today?!"

Eiri lay in the bed for several minutes after the bathroom door shut, simply staring at the ceiling. He knew what he did was wrong, but he couldn't bring himself to regret it. How could someone be so perfect? He knew that his feelings towards the younger male grew by the minute, but he also realized that he had a hard road ahead of him if he wanted to keep him. The smile disappeared from his face. What would happen when Yuki came back? He knew that Yuki would not kill his fledgling, but a human...he wouldn't even have to think twice. Would he really be able to protect Shuichi? What if Shuichi found out what he was? Would he still want to stay by his side when he finds out that he is a monster?

"Hey, Eiri?"

Eiri broke out of his stupor and looked over at Shuichi, who stood in the doorway with a towel wrapped around his waist and his damp hair clinging to his face. He felt the heat pool low in his stomach, but he fought it away. He climbed out of bed and walked over to the boy, kissing
him on the top of his head. "Get dressed, I'll take you to work."

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Shuichi walked into the studio slowly, his good mood having disappeared from that morning. The car ride had been quiet and he couldn't help but to wonder if he did something wrong. Eiri had seemed so content when they woke up that morning, he was even watching him sleep. On the way to NG, he barely spoke a word to him. He felt his eyes stinging with tears, but he didn't want to cry. He really didn't get the impression that Eiri only wanted to use him for...that...but the thought kept popping into his head. Why else would he have been so distant? The only way to know would be to ask. He walked towards the recording room with a firmer resolve. He would go to Eiri's after work and demand an explanation.

Holding his head high, he pushed the doors open and took a step inside, only to hear a metal click beside his ear. "So nice of you to show up this morning, Shindo."

He smiled nervously at the blonde towering over him. "Sorry, K."

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Eiri returned to his apartment and immediately headed for his bedroom. Worries still plagued his mind and he just wanted to fall asleep to quiet them. He knew that the boy was upset when he dropped him off at the front door. The confused look on his face was enough to cause pain in his chest. He had made a habit of watching him sing for a while before leaving, but he just couldn't do it this morning. He knew that it hurt Shuichi, but he had to think about what he was going to do.

He walked into the bathroom and took a long shower, pleasantly surprised that the fruity smell of Shuichi's shower gel still lingered in the small space. Once clean and dried, he fell into his bed and pulled the sheets around himself. He could still smell the boy's on the covers. He allowed his eyes to fall shut, comforted by the scent of Shuichi.

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Eiri slowly drifted back into consciousness when a weight settled across his legs. There was no sunlight penetrating his eyelids, he must have slept through the whole day. The weight shifted and came closer and he could hear the distinct sound of someone breathing. The corner of his mouth quirked in a smile. Shuichi.

He froze when he realized...this was not Shuichi's scent. No, this was much different and he dreaded it. The voice that spoke was most certainly not the musical tone he grew to recognize.

"Wake up, love. Did you miss me?"

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A.N. Evil cliffy, I know, but I had to stop it here. I want to get the whole 'confrontation' to my liking, since I guess this would be the climax of the story. I hope that everyone will be patient with me, I want to get it right.

For those who were disappointed from the lack of a lemon, let me know. I was going to write it out, but I didn't feel like raising the rating. I have no problems adding it in if enough people want me to, but I will have to change the rating.

Let me know how I'm doing, I live off of reviews!