Hey guys~! Back after a long summer of nothing. I was gone for a while out of town, but now I am back, and have lovely story for you! The next chapter is almost done, too. So here we go, Tsugaru and Psyche's story!

I do not own DRRR; warning for guy on guy.

EDIT: Fixed all the Italics.

Psyche hung up the phone, a huge smile on his face. He had just called up Delic and recounted to him his story about wanting to meet the blue-eyed Heiwajima. Delic had laughed then, seeming to get a joke that Psyche hadn't told, for whatever reason. Psyche didn't linger on it, though—he had places to be! Delic had invited him over today, promising that they could meet without any stress—Psyche and Tsugaru, that is to say that Delic had known immediately who Psyche was talking about.

He wandered over to the closet that he and Hibiya shared, and started flipping through the hangers so he could find something presentable to wear. Apparently the man was in his mid-twenties, so he didn't want to appear too awfully young; he was only eighteen, after all.

He finally decided on some white skinny jeans and a pink t-shirt which he accessorized with two necklaces, one long and one short. Psyche walked into the bathroom and gazed at himself in the mirror before rearranging his hair.

Roppi, who was walking by the bathroom, walked in and propped himself up on the counter.

"And for just whom are you getting all dressed up?" his voice was sly, like he knew something Psyche didn't.

"Uh-um, I'm going over to Delic-nii's house today! I wanted to look presentable for the Heiwajimas, and um, yeah." Why was he so nervous? It's not like he was going to commit murder or anything; he was just going to meet someone...hopefully someone important, that was. Roppi merely raised and eyebrow before shrugging and walking off. Psyche glanced at the man again as he walked off and blinked...was that a bitemark he had seen on his neck? It was no secret the man was into some rough stuff, but he rarely let his, erm,—clients? Companions?— or whatever they were called mark him visibly.
Psyche decided not to think much about it, though, and walked out of the bathroom after putting on some sweet-smelling cologne.

In the kitchen, Sakuraya was standing over the stove, apparently cooking something. "Hey, brother mine~ Whatcha got cooking? Anything good?" Psyche chatted a little while he walked closer towards his twin, who was making tea. Sakuraya turned around and looked at Psyche, mysterious glint shining in his eye.

Psyche backed up—Sakuraya wasn't quite as harmless as everyone else seemed to imagine, and at times he could even go head to head with Izaya in terms of deviousness. He just never showed it outright unless only Psyche was near. Still, the look was gone from his face in a second, and he went back to his normal calm-and-shy exterior.

"Just brewing some tea. It's rose, so it's supposed to be relaxing. You look a little wound up, Psyche-nii. Would you like some? It'll be done in just a minute." Well, it was tea. How bad could it be? Plus, Psyche was feeling a little nervous about his upcoming meeting with Tsugaru.

"Ah, Saku-chan, you are so nice! I'd love some before I leave~" Psyche walked into the spacious front room of the penthouse and re-examined his appearance in the mirror again. After a few minutes of rearranging needlessly, Sakuraya walked into the room with a thermos and smiled.

"I brought it this way so you can take it with you...you look like you're about to leave, so I thought this was best."

"Aw, Saku-chan, you are so considerate!" Psyche ran and gave him a hug before grabbing the thermos and heading out the door—he couldn't help it, he was excited!

Psyche got off the train and began walking towards Delic's house, feeling his whole body seem to warm up in anticipation. He entertained himself on the way there by tossing and catching his empty thermos, and was there in no time.

Psyche had only been to Delic's place a few times, but he really liked it. It was a spacious, traditional Japanese-styled home with tall doorways and a rather open floor. He approached the door and was trying his hardest not to smile like an idiot when Delic opened the door. The man was dressed casually, in ripped blue jeans and a gray t-shirt.

"Psyche-chan! You look great!" he grinned and opened the door, motioning for Psyche to step inside. He kicked off his shoes and then gave his best friend a hug.

"Haha, Deli-chan gives the best hugs!" and it was true; Psyche's already warm body heated up even more from the body-to-body contact. Psyche wondered briefly if all the Heiwajimas were that warm.

"So, Tsuki and I are going to go catch a movie, and Shizuo is working today. Lemme go grab Tsugaru—"

"No need for that, Delic. I'm right here," said the blue-eyed man, and Psyche shivered. What was up with him today? First too warm, now too cold? He decided to shake it off and smiled, admiring the man in front of him. He was dressed sensibly, in a blue T-shirt that had a white circle in the middle with loose-fitting, low-rise jeans.

"Nice to meet you, Tsugaru-san! I'm Psyche," and he waved a little. Delic chuckled and smiled before Tsukishima walked in.

"Um, hi, and bye, Psyche-san. Bye, Tsugaru-kun!" he called as he and Delic headed towards the door. Delic stayed behind for a moment more and said "Now you two have fun~," winked, and walked out the door.

What was Psyche supposed to do now? He didn't really know—

"Would you like to watch a movie? Or perhaps go for a walk?" Tsugaru had a way of speaking that made Psyche calm down instantly. The man seemed to radiate peace. Psyche had been feeling a little off, so he didn't really feel up for a walk.

"A movie would be lots of fun! I-if that's what you would like, that is," Psyche blushed a little, still unsure of just how to act around this man. Tsugaru smiled, though, and gestured to a room off to the side.

"That sounds great. The living room is over here." they both walked into the room that had a large TV and rather spacious couch along with a few other armchairs and end tables in it.

"Wow, all your furniture is so...big, Tsugaru-chan!" he exclaimed. He couldn't help it—it looked as if a clan of giants lived here. The other man laughed softly.

"Well, my family and I are rather big as well, if you know what I mean," he said as he went to put on a movie. "What would you like to watch?" Tsugaru listed off a few movies, and Psyche noted
that quite a few of them were Hanejima Yuuhei movies.

"Are you a fan of Hanejima Yuuhei?" he asked.

"I am. He is my cousin, after all."

"Eh? No way! That's so cool!" Delic had never mentioned that before—that made them all practically celebrities!

"Shizuo-kun's little brother has become quite popular; it makes us all proud." and he smiled as if thinking back on a good memory.

"He's Shizuo-san's brother? But they're so...different..." Psyche said to no one in particular. He absentmindedly swiped the back of his hand against his forehead—how hot did they set the temperature in here?

"Well, they are rather different, but they are still very close. Is that what you'd like to watch, then?" he smiled and Psyche may have melted a little. He beamed back, nodding earnestly.

The movie started and Tsugaru moved back to sit on the couch. Psyche sat down next to him, close but not /too/ close. The opening credits rolled and Psyche couldn't help but wish he had worn even less clothing than he did...shorts or even nudity would be preferable to what he was feeling now.

Tsugaru looked down at him, and a smile quickly turned to a slight frown. "Psyche-kun, are you okay? You look a little..." he trailed off before placing a cool hand on Psyche's forehead, and then his eyebrows knit together. "You're running a fever... come on, let's get you into somewhere I can see you better. My room's this way," he said, gesturing as he got up and held out a hand to Psyche.

"Really, I'm fine, just a little warm—ah!" he said as he stumbled at his attempt to stand. He was supported by firm yet gentle arms as the blonde led the way towards his room, a brightly-lit, simple-and-modest-type room that nonetheless seemed to say "Tsugaru."
Psyche shielded his eyes at the light, and when he moved his hand away all he could see was blue. Tsugaru was right in from of him, and Psyche breathed in his scent: an ethereal scent of the woods, somehow summer and snow at the same time.

"Your pupils are dilated and you have a fever...if I didn't know better, I'd say you were drugged." Drugged? Hah. Impossible.

"I don't see how, the only thing I had to drink was Saku-chan's tea—" that jerk! What had he spiked Psyche's tea with?
"Um, my brother may have put something in my drink. But it wouldn't be anything harmful, I don't think..."

Tsugaru grabbed Psyche's chin and tilted it up, and that's when Psyche knew what Saku-chan had given him. The simple feel of the man's fingers on his face made him want to cry out, to moan with pleasure. Obviously his twin had felt the need to slip Psyche an aphrodisiac. He let out a small noise, a barely there whimper, but still saw the reaction in the blue eyes that were so near him. The expression on Tsugaru's face was a mixture of emotions: shock, worry, confusion...and arousal?

"Ah, I should go home, Tsugaru-san. I'll be fine, I just need—" to sleep with you. Now. Well, that's what he wanted to say, but the firm look on the other man's face said otherwise.

"Nonsense. You'll stay here until I know you'll be fine. I think I know what you've been slipped..." and he glanced downward, blush appearing on his face. Psyche thought it was adorable, but right about now everything was looking adorable/attractive/sexable. He shifted and had to contain another groan. Oh-kay. So it might have been hard to get back home anyway with the raging hard-on he was sporting. Now it was Psyche's turn to look away and blush.

Tsugaru walked Psyche towards the bed and sat him down. "Here. You lie down and I'll bring you some water. Unfortunately the drug is in your system, and we'll have to wait it out." He walked away gracefully, and Psyche flopped down on the bed. Wait? He was about ready to grind against the floor for some, for any relief from the pressure building in his pants. Maybe he could slip away to the bathroom and.…

"Here you go," Psyche heard as Tsugaru entered the room. He sat up, sweat now dripping down the side of his face, and was enormously grateful for the cool glass that was pressed on his lips. It wasn't exactly what he wanted, but it was better than nothing. Moreso, Tsugaru had a comforting effect on Psyche. It was like he had known him for ages—were almost complete strangers usually like this? Psyche couldn't keep his thoughts focused for long—obviously the drug was nearing the height of it's effects. "Thanks. I'm burning up," Psyche said as he tried to laugh, but ended up making a breathless sort of moan. That conflicted look appeared on Tsugaru's face again for a moment before he spoke.

"Let's get that shirt off of you, then. You're soaking wet." Psyche managed to sit up somewhat, and when strong, warm, hands lifted his shirt off of him he just about lost it. He /needed/ contact. Were he with Deli-chan, he would've begged the man to help him, but this was different! He and Tsugaru had just met, and he couldn't go ruining it. Perhaps a cold shower would help? Yes. That had to be it.

Setting his resolve, Psyche attempted to get off the bed and his knees immediately gave out. Once again he was caught by Tsugaru, who then lifted him up to where he was sitting on the bed. Psyche blushed darkly, both at his embarrassment at falling down and from the arousal the other man's touch was giving him. "I, um, was going to take a cold shower, if that's all right," Psyche mumbled. Man, being this helpless sucked! He was going to kill Sakuraya-chan.

Psyche was lifted off the bed and carried bridal style towards the bathroom. Once there, he was set down on the side of the bathtub. "Can you support yourself?" Well, of course he could, why—oh, right. He had been having issues with the whole standing thing. So he nodded while Tsugaru turned on the water. Psyche shifted his legs and nearly cried out—his pants were entirely too tight, now to the point of physical pain. He reached for his zipper before he realized that Tsugaru was right there and therefore would able to see exactly why Psyche needed his pants off. What was he supposed to do? Tell the man to leave?

"Tsu-Tsugaru-san, I think—"

"Psyche, you were drugged, right? Then there's no issue with removing your pants. You must be in pain," the man said gently. Was he a mind reader or what? Psyche swallowed and moved his hand towards his zipper again, realizing that he didn't feel altogether as uncomfortable as he thought he should have. Perhaps it was the drug, perhaps it was Tsugaru's presence; either way, Psyche was more than glad to peel off his jeans, even if it meant leaning on Tsugaru halfway for some support.

He stepped in the shower, grateful for the feel of the chilly water on his skin. Although it did cool him off, it did absolutely nothing for the throbbing arousal in front of him. Psyche thought of the spark of arousal he had seen in Tsugaru's blue eyes, and wondered if perhaps...
He glanced over to Tsugaru whilst bracing himself on the shower wall for support in case his knees gave out again and was trying to figure out what to say when he caught the blonde's gaze.

It was like staring into the sea; not only beautiful, but also filled with raw power and intensity. All thoughts flew out of Psyche's head, and he was left feeling even more bare than his boxers left him. He bent his legs, slid down to the shower floor, and looked back up the the burning blue gaze. It was in that moment that he heard himself whisper "Please," to the other man.

Sorry for cliffhanger .

Saku-chaaaaan. WHY? I had originally planned for this to be a cute little date out, so you guys could see where Tsugaru worked, and all that...BUT it just didn't work. I had major black on this chapter; this is actually the third re-write. Maybe I'll post the others somedayXD They were all Delic-ious. Ahem.

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