OHMYGOD. IM SOO SO SOOO SOOO SORRY GUYS. I haven't updated this in like, almost 2 months i think?! alkfjlsdkjfa so sorry omg. So uhm this is CH4, and I now...cause of this chapter, have to change the rating. Yep. Anyway, it's longer than the others, and I feel like it's kinda rushed. BUUUUT, it gets alot of the mysteries solved (cough Fushimi's secret cough) SO YEA, enjoy guys, ilysm~

Chapter 4

It was back to the way it used to be, AGAIN. Fushimi was studiously keeping his distance from Yata, never letting the redhead engage him in conversation despite his best efforts. Yata's friends witnessed his constant rebuffs and urged him to give up, what was so special about that guy, he clearly didn't want his company so why bother? But Yata wanted to know WHY Fushimi kept doing this to him; he had seen a different side of the blue, and he wanted to see it again. He didn't know the reasoning behind this single minded desire; he just knew that he could never rest until he made that side of him emerge again.

The scarf stayed wrapped around Fushimi's neck almost every day. On the rare day it was gone, Yata noticed the slight yellowish tinge of fading bruises. Within a day or two though, the scarf was back, hiding the vicious marks underneath. It angered Yata that someone was hurting the other teen so much, but there was nothing he could do about it. Still, one day he dragged the blue into an empty classroom and hissed, "Who's doing this to you huh?!" He yanked the scarf away and saw dark purple bruises scattered all over the pale neck and around the collarbone area.

Fushimi didn't answer; he just stood there, waiting patiently for the other to finish his tirade so that he could leave. He had expected this confrontation, it had actually taken longer than he expected. All the same, there was nothing to say to the red, and nothing the other teen could do even if he knew. It was something way beyond him, beyond the both of them.

Grasping tightly at the silent teen's collar Yata yelled, "Why won't you talk to me? Why don't you let me help you?! All I want…" he trailed off helplessly. "All I want is to help you…I don't like seeing you suffer like this."

The blue smiled, "It's not within your power. There's nothing you can do, even if I told you." He gently pried the fingers from his collar and moved to walk away.

"Wait…" An arm reached out swiftly to stop him. "I…I want to try. Please."

"What are you hoping to achieve? You're a mere high schooler." Fushimi said with narrowed eyes.

"I-" Yata floundered, unable to come up with a reason. "I don't know! But I want to at least try! I don't like the way things are right now! You being hurt, I don't like it! No one should ever hurt you; I don't want to see your pretty skin made so ugly by those, those things!" He pointed at the bruises, unable to put into words his disgust.

Wide blue eyes stared at the other teen. "'Pretty…'" he echoed. "I'm pretty?"

Yata flushed, "Ahh! N-no, that's…that's not what I meant! I-uhh, meant p-pale?" he tried to come up with a plausible explanation, but failed miserably. He looked down at the ground, wishing that it would open up and swallow him up right that instant. A chuckle startled him, and his head snapped up in surprise. Fushimi was laughing lightly, his shoulders shaking as he tried to contain his laughter.

"You never cease to surprise me. Well, in return for that, I guess I'll tell you after all."

Yata looked shocked, "W-what, really?!"

Rolling his eyes, the blue nodded. "Yes, well... I'll explain some things, not all of it."

"Ahh..well okay." He replied, still dazed at the turn of events.

"I work, because I only have myself to rely on; no family, no friends, nothing. Being a host is only my day job. It also is a convenient way for me to do my other job; being an informant for the police." He paused, gauging the other's reaction. The teen's red eyes were wide with shock, but he didn't interrupt. "That man you saw me with, the one who also visited my apartment last time, he's one of the biggest mafia bosses around and is also is a well-known drug lord. My job also makes me like a mercenary of sorts, and so my task was to find out enough about him so that we could bust him for drug dealing and all sorts of things. So I became his lover. It was the easiest and quickest way of gaining his trust. But I didn't realize that he was such a violent, possessive man. That's what these bruises are from. He goes into fits if he sees me so much as glance at one of his men, even though I show no actual interest in them." Tsking, he touched his neck gingerly. "I have a job to do, and I would appreciate if you stayed out of my way; it's dangerous for you to get close to me." He finished; his tone freezing over as he warned the other.

Yata was speechless. What Fushimi was doing was beyond anything he could ever imagine. But… "I want to help." He said stubbornly. "So you don't have to get hurt anymore, I'll help you research."

Fushimi was silent for a few moments, and then let out a sharp bark of laughter. "Okay, fine. Go to his hideout tonight, and do…whatever it is that you're planning to do." He rattled off an address that Yata frantically committed to memory.

"Okay." Clenching his fists determinedly, the shorter teen vowed, "I won't let him hurt you again."

The blue smiled coldly and when he reached out a hand to cup Yata's cheek, he felt a shiver go through the teen. "You innocent little thing. The world doesn't revolve around you. You'll get that message loud and clear tonight." And with that, he took back his scarf nerveless fingers and exited the room.

Yata stood rooted in that same spot for a long while as he tried to process everything that he had been told. "So much, I didn't know. I want to help him. He's hurting so much." He clenched his fists tightly again, mumbling the address under his breath repeatedly.

Meanwhile outside the room, Fushimi let out a long breath as rewrapped the scarf around his neck. "What have I done?! What is it about him that makes me do all these things… First I told him about myself, and my real job. And then, I goaded him into thinking he could save me from HIM. Hopefully he backs out, because I can't save him now." He cursed himself mentally for his stupidity and hoped with all his might that the other teen wouldn't remember the address.

…..

But he did. Over and over again he repeated the address until night fell and it was time to go. And he made it there without a hitch. It was a run down, abandoned warehouse, and Yata could see a light inside and heard voices shouting. He peered through the window and saw group of rough looking men gathered in a group, all facing a familiar pair of me. After taking a deep breath he strode in until he stood directly in front of the blonde man—Fushimi's lover. Ignoring the hostile glares surrounding him and Fushimi's horrified gasp, he met the leader's gaze straight on. With an indulgent smile the man asked, "Yes, what can I do for you, boy?"

Yata flinched at the title, but didn't back down. "I want you to let him go," he pointed at Fushimi. "You're hurting him, and that's not right. So let him go." He demanded, glaring at the man.

There was a moment of total silence, before it was broken by hysterical laughter coming from the blonde. "HAHAHAHAHAH! You think you can just walk in here, interrupt my meeting, and snatch my most precious possession away from me? HAH! Boy, who do you think you are?"

The red growled in frustration, and took a step towards the leader. The men moved to shield him but he waved them away. "No no, let him come. I want to see what he's going to do…"

Yata let out a yell as he swung wildly at the man, but none of his punches landed; they were all effortlessly dodged. Chuckling, the blonde man looked at Fushimi and said, "Yamada, you're cheating on me with this boy?" To which the teen shook his head, but he didn't seem convinced. "Hmm…maybe he's jealous? Men, give this boy here a little taste, of how it is to be taken by a real man." Fushimi's eyes widened in realization, but there was nothing he could do. He could only watch in horror as Yata was pinned down and injected with a date rape drug. He tried not to flinch as the men crowded around the small teen's now limp body. He clenched his hands into fists to keep from rushing forward as they began to rip the clothes off the boy and fondle him. He fought the urge to cover his ears when moans began to fall from the teen's lips due to the drug taking effect. His nails dug painfully into his palms as he watched the men stroke themselves, spraying their cum all over Yata. And then one of them kneeled down and lifted the teen's bottom in his hands and Fushimi lost it.

Before he realized what he was doing he had already moved across to where they were standing and punched the man, causing him to lose his hold on Yata as he toppled over. His mind didn't register that he scooped the naked teen up in his arms and walked out of the building. The feeling of slimy clothes finally penetrated through fog in his mind and he finally shook himself out of the daze to find that they were on a deserted street. Hot puffs of air were landing on his neck and little moans escaped the redhead's mouth every few moments. He cursed loudly as he shifted the body in his arms and started walking faster. He made it back to his apartment in record time, struggled to open the door without dropping Yata's limp form, and dragged him across the floor to deposit him on his bed. Letting out a tired sigh, Fushimi turned around to look for some clothes to change the both of them into; ones that were clean, and not soiled by the disgusting pigs they had left behind.

"S-saru…" a breathy voice called out to him. "Saru it's so hot…I'm burning up." He turned around when he heard his name, and then immediately wished he hadn't. The other teen was a sight to behold with his lust glazed eyes and his ripped up clothes…his parted lips and his flushed cheeks…his breathy moans and his parted legs; he looked positively, perfectly debauched, and he wanted nothing more than to make him even more so. Clenching his hands to resist the urge to reach out and touch him, he ground out an explanation. "I'm looking for clothes…for the both of us." He turned back around to rummage through more of his clothes but was interrupted once again.

"But, Saruuu…I feel like my body is on fire." The redhead moaned, running his hands up and down his torso. "M-make it go away, it's so hot." He panted, his head thrashing from side to side.

Fushimi knew exactly what he was asking for, and he knew there was only one way to make it "go away". He stood stock still for a moment, weighing his options. "Ahh fuck it." He growled and stalked over to the bed and swiftly leaned over the smaller teen. He brought a hand to flick at one of the pert nipples, causing the other to let out a loud moan. "Is this what you want, hmm?" he asked as he roughly rolled the bud in between his index and thumb.

"Ahh! Y-Yes, more! HNN!" Yata panted, arching upwards.

The other hand continued downwards, stopping at the teen's erect member. Grasping it firmly he began jerking him off, hard and fast. It was already slick with precum so it wouldn't take long for him to orgasm. The redhead's cries grew louder and louder, and as he came he screamed out Fushimi's first name once more. Panting heavily, he grew calmer as the drug's effects wore off and within a few moments was fast asleep.

Meanwhile Fushimi was still leaning over him and was struggling to control himself. He hadn't gotten his release, and he was fighting the urge to bury himself into the teen's exposed hole. He swiftly got up and rushed to turn on the shower, hissing as the ice cold drops hit his skin. As he stood under the spray, he reflected on what he had just done. He had ruined his setup that he had worked so hard on, had sacrificed so much for; it was all gone in a flash because he acted out on impulse. "A stupid impulse." He thought bitterly. It had led to him being in the state he was now, and doing what he had just done. "Why him? He's ruining all my plans, all my hard work. I didn't want to get involved with him, but somehow, he's here all the same. In my bed too. The bed I just jacked him off it. Fuck." Groaning, he got out of the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist before walking back into the bedroom. Yata was still fast asleep, his arms and legs spread out wide as he snored. Chuckling lightly at the sight, he brushed a hand across the teen's sweaty forehead. "I told you to stay away, didn't I? Now look at the mess you've created. For me, and for you…" he paused. "For us." With that word, he was finally grouping the two of them together, and somehow it didn't seem strange. In fact, it felt right. "Look what you've done to me now…Misaki."

Ahhh, first name basis now hmmm~ Asjdflksdfjs so many things happened in the chapter *sobs* But, it got the plot moving a looot. So yea. AHHH thanks to those who stayed with this, I really appreciate it. Reviews are always welcome!

P.S. idk what's with these line breaks and things, sorry. I just figured out that I could use them ."