AN: I'm back! So as a heads up, this has become a M rated story since it now contains some lemons, but the scenes can be skipped without affecting the story if you don't like that kind of thing.

Lily: As for who would be which part in the Gareki x Yogi pairing, I usually prefer Gareki to be uke (bottom) so that's what I'm planning for this story. I would have replied a lot sooner but I can't to a guest review so I had to wait to put this with the for the next chapter.

Warning: There is a lemon in this chapter, for those who don't like reading that kind of thing, I put a warning before the scene.

Blackness surrounded him. No matter where he looked, blackness stretched for miles in each direction. Looking down at where his body should be, the only thing that appeared in his vision was blackness. By now he couldn't even tell if his eyes were open or closed, everything was the same.

Gareki let out a huff of frustration. It felt like he had been at this for hours, although he couldn't tell since he had lost track of time as well as his sight.

He had started training with Hirato only a few days ago and since then, he had been training to control his new found powers. Each day, Hirato had him meditate for the first hour of the lesson and then try focus his mind into creating an inner world, similar to that of Karoku.

This was easier said than done, after all, he had no idea what he was doing. Anything he did resulted in what was surrounding him now, absolute blackness.

"Your not focusing," Hirato's voice drifted in out of nowhere. It echoed through the space around him making it impossible to pinpoint.

"I'm trying," Gareki grit out through clenched teeth. He was quickly becoming exhausted at the strain of using his powers and his frustration only increased with the feeling of vulnerability at being unable to locate those around him.

"Try remembering the feeling you had back on the battlefield," Hirato's voice continued to echo endlessly.

"I can't-" Gareki's voice cut off as his concentration suddenly snapped and the world came spinning back into focus. The sudden light and color blinded him and falling to his knees was the most he could do to keep from landing face first on the floor.

Gareki's breath came in short gasps and his body was shaking from exhaustion. He hadn't realized how tired he was with all of his focus being on the black world.

Hirato, who was standing a ways away from him, walked forward until he came to a stop only a foot away from the kneeling teen. Hirato knelt down as if to study him.

"Well your obviously doing something right if this amount of exhaustion is the result. If nothing else, at least we are building up your stamina," Hirato smiled sweetly as he said this. He stood up and ruffled the teen's hair in a fatherly like action. "Go and get some rest, I'll see you at five tomorrow morning."

Gareki would have slapped his hand away if not for his arm being the only reason he was still kneeling. Determined to not look weak in front of his captain, Gareki pushed himself onto his feet with shaky legs and began walking back to his room. He had made it about halfway before his knees caved and he stumbled, the wall being the only means of support.

"Do you need assistance baa?" A passing sheep stood to his left, staring up at him with it's unblinking eyes. Gareki thought about ignoring it but knew it wouldn't leave him alone until he addressed it.

"No," Gareki replied, becoming startled at how weak his voice sounded. Clearing his throat he tried again, "I'm fine."

"Please have a good night's sleep then baa," the sheep then turned away and continued down the hall.

Gareki finally reached his room and rested against the door once it was closed. Beside his bed, the clock showed that it was already midnight and he would have to be up in less then four hours if he wanted to have breakfast before training.

'Definitely a slave driver,' Gareki thought as he stumbled over to his bed and collapsed onto the mattress. His consciousness began to fade and sleep overpowered his will to change into his nightclothes.

Not even bothering to get under to covers, Gareki fell into a dreamless sleep.

The alarm went off at 3:45 a.m. and Gareki threw his hand over to the clock to shut it off, as he did every morning. Ever since Hirato started training him, he had gotten an actual alarm clock instead of an irritating sheep to wake him up in the morning. Not taking the chance of falling back asleep, Gareki pushed himself off of the bed and grabbed a new set of clothes and headed off to the shower.

He ate breakfast quickly since there was hardly anyone in the cafeteria that early in the morning and walked to the training room.

Once he reached the room, it took him a moment to realize that there was a note tapped to the door. His eyes scanned over the note, quickly reading it.

I was called away on a last minute mission so I won't be able to train you today. Keep meditating on your own, but don't try anything else unless I'm there to supervise.
- Hirato

Gareki clenched the paper in his fist. His anger at getting up so early in the morning for no reason caused him to crumple the paper into a tiny ball.

Knowing that he wouldn't be able to go back to sleep now that he was fully awake, the teen headed back to his room to finish his hour of meditation so he would have the rest of the day free.

Sitting down on his bed in the comfortable silence of his room, Gareki closed his eyes and began taking deep breaths.

'One...two-'

"Gareki!" The door was slammed open and a familiar white haired boy came running into the room. Following closely behind him was the ever happy blond haired Circus fighter. "Good morning!"

Gareki rubbed his eyes with his hands, "What are you doing here this early in the morning?"

"Hirato said you would be lonely with your training canceled so we decided to come and visit you," Nai stated as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Did he now?" Gareki replied in annoyance. What was the point of giving him a meditation assignment if he was going to send him these two anyway?

"Hey Gareki, why don't we head over to Tsukumo's room and we can all try to make plushies," Yogi held up a poorly made Nai plushie that looked like it had just gone through a trash compacter.

"Huh? Why would I want to make that?" Gareki asked in disbelief. The thing looked like it could be a monster plushie and Gareki never cared much for arts and crafts.

"Eh? But why wouldn't you?" Yogi asked. The blond walked over and grabbed a protesting Gareki by the arm and proceeded to drag him out of the room, with Nai following.

Gareki returned to his room shortly after ten in the evening with an impressively made Yogi plushie. The blond had thrusted the toy into his arms just as he had said he was heading to bed, and had insisted that he keep it. Laying down on his bed, the teen held the toy above him and examined it.

The plushie was obviously made by an amateur but at least it resembled the person it was modeled after and didn't look like a mini monster like Nai's. The eyes were a little disheveled but Gareki thought that that was appropriate.

He let his arm drop and the plushie landed beside him. Rolling onto his side, Gareki closed his eyes, thinking he would rest a moment before getting ready for bed. But when he opened he opened his eyes, everything was black.

~Lemon Scene~

"You're as reckless as ever," Akari stated with an annoyed tone lacing his voice. He tied the bandage around the captain's arm a little tighter than necessary.

"Sorry," Hirato replied, his eyes watched the doctor as he applied the bandages. "I just wanted a reason to come and see you after you practically kicked me out the last time I was here."

Akari huffed and turned away upon hearing his patients reasoning. "I have more important things to do than entertaining you." He walked over to the cabinets to return the bandages and disinfectants to their rightful places.

"You always act this way," Hirato pouted, "but you never seem to protest when things get more...exciting." He stood up and walked over to the other occupant in the room. Hirato reached over Akari's shoulder and closed the cabinet door, keeping his hand in place to trap the doctor between him and the door.

Akari turned around to face the slightly taller man and glared up at him. "As you can see Hirato, I'm at work right now and don't have time for this."

"Well, I'm your patient aren't I? Doesn't that mean you need to help me with my needs?" Hirato leaned close to Akari, his lips almost brushing against the others. Hirato moved the hand that wasn't against the wall upward to loosen the tie around the doctor's neck and gently began to guide the coat off of his shoulders.

"Hirato-" Akari's protests were cut off when the captain pressed his lips against his own.

"Shh, just treat me, doctor," Hirato drawled out the last word with lust evident in his voice.

The next thing Akari knew, he was being pulled forward. The world continued to spin around him until he felt the back of his legs connect with something soft and he fell backwards. His body automatically tensed at the expectation of a hard landing but he only felt a soft, thin surface beneath him.

He noticed that he was now occupying the patient bed that Hirato had been sitting on moments before. Hirato leaned over him, having already lost his coat. Their lips connected again, Hirato's tongue pushing its way into his mouth but each battled for a bit of dominance.

Hirato's hand pressed against the growing bulge in Akari's pants, eliciting a deep moan from Akari's throat. Hirato smirked as he broke the kiss for some much needed air and began to leave butterfly kisses against Akari's jaw and down his neck. He stopped at the base of his neck and began to suck.

"Hn...Hirato...don't leave...a mark," Akari said through gasps of air.

Hirato pulled away when a dark mark was made, "I'm just claiming what is mine."

Akari shivered as a cold breeze hit him when the remainder of his clothes were removed. Before he could think of his circumstances, a hot warmth engulfed his cock sending bursts of pleasure through his lower areas.

Akari forced down a moan as Hirato's tongue danced skillfully around his cock. He barely noticed the lubricated finger that had entered his entrance. Only when the second finger joined and began a scissor motion did he wince in discomfort. Hirato teased the tip of Akari's cock, successfully pulling his attention away from his discomfort.

"Ah...Hirato...I'm going...to cum!" Akari gasped.

Hirato pulled away before Akari could reach his climax, "Not yet."

"Bastard," Akari glared at him.

"I do try," Hirato replied smoothly. Lining his cock up to Akari's entrance, Hirato began to slowly push in, giving the doctor time to adjust. He only stopped once he was completely inside. "It's only been a week and you're still so tight."

"Don't say stuff like that," Akari replied. After about a minute the pain began to lesson, "I'm fine, move."

Needing no motivation, Hirato began to thrust in and out of the entrance, starting out slow then quickly picking up the pace. Almost immediately, Hirato hit Akari's prostate, causing stars to dance in front of his vision.

Hirato smirked at Akari's loud moan of pleasure, knowing that he had found the spot, and continued to aim for that same area. His hand wrapped around Akari's member and began pumping in rhythm with the thrusts.

It wasn't long before Akari could feel a tightening in his stomach as his climax was approaching. "Nngh! Hirato! I'm going to cum!"

Hirato picked up speed in response, thrusting harder into the entrance until both reached their climax, letting out a final shout of pleasure.

Akari gasped for breath as he laid on the bed, riding out his orgasm. By the time the stars had cleared from his vision, Hirato had already gotten dressed. This failed to surprise him as Akari had already gotten used to Hirato's inhuman amount of stamina by now.

"Thank you for helping me today, doctor," Hirato said with a charming smile, "I look forward to the day we can have more than one go." Hirato walked out, shutting the door behind him.