This story was requested by the superb Orange-Maple.

Disclaimer: I do not own Gravitation. Only Hiroshi, whom I force to do hot, sweaty, orgasmic mansex stories. (No, not really.)

Pairing: KxHiro

Warning: Language

A Note for the Confused or Shocked Peoples: As for K announcing that he's gay, I'm not changing it. I did not mean bi. I mean gay. Because Hiro is the only one for him.

Sugar, Sugar?

By Cory

February Seventh: Thursday

Only K, Hiro decided, glowering bitterly at the sheet music. Only K would bring something like this up days before.

"But this takes months of planning and scheduling!" Sakano bleated, dabbing at his damp forehead with a handkerchief. "We can't just hope to…"

"Rush?" Shuichi offered helpfully, but there was a gleeful glimmer in his eyes that was unmistakable for its mischievous nature. He folded his arms over his lime green track jacket with a little upturn of his mouth.

Sakano nodded, relieved that there seemed to be someone on his side. "Y-Yes!" he gasped out, looking ingenuously hopeful.

K swept out his gun and pressed it to Sakano's temple. Sakano screeched and fainted, keeling over limply to the floor.

K grinned, baring strong white teeth. "The concert is on Valentine's Day, and I had an agreement with the Satou Amphitheatre to let you three perform," he repeated. "Now, we're going to be in a rush, so this is the plan! Shuichi and Suguru will go over the instrumentals Hiro wrote while I—"

"No."

The formerly eagerly babbling musicians and manager spun to look at the guitarist. Hiro's eyes were hidden by his meticulously groomed forelock, and his mouth was twisted in an unpleasant way.

"Hiro…?" Shuichi ventured. He sounded anxious.

Hiro gulped, hoping to cleanse the burning, incensed feeling that boiled his insides. "No," he repeated, and this time his voice was far stronger. "I'm not doing it."

K blanched. His mouth parted slightly as if to say oh, but then his eyes narrowed. "I already agreed," he growled. "You don't have a choice."

Hiro spun and suddenly his eyes were far too bright. Through his clenched teeth he snarled, "Then maybe it's time I wised up and left."

K slammed his fist on the table and leaned threateningly toward Hiroshi. "Maybe you should make your fucking mind and not play the damsel in distress every damn hour, acting like you'll leave. You haven't yet, and you will stay."

Hiro's hands whorled into white-knuckled fists. Never in his life had he wanted to his something until his hand was a bloody disaster of broken bones and ripped skin. "I swear that if you keep using us like this I will leave."

"Hiro! Stop it!" Shuichi ordered from behind K. His wide eyes were far shinier than typical….

"No! I won't! K…K just…K is just…Look what he's doing to me!"

Shuichi blanched. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"I didn't want to be like this!" he growled. His eyes slanted dangerously. He reached the door of the meeting room in two enormous strides and had the door opened a fraction of an inch before K's comparatively pale hand smashed it closed. K's infuriated blue eyes hovered at the corner of his peripheral vision.

"We're not through here," K barked.

"Fuck you," Hiro snapped with the desperate ferocity of a wounded animal and flicked h K's hand away from the door and slipped out.

He was considerably glad that no one followed.

--

It is in human nature to only regret and think of one's actions after the deed is done. It was no different for Hiroshi Nakano.

He sulked in his kitchen, making a huge ice cream sundae that slumped uncomfortably to one side, as if to sniffily announce, This just isn't working, dude. It was through a dim haze of his pounding head and inflamed eyes.

Indeed, he thought moodily as he scooped out a healthy shovel of vanilla and plopped it down on his chocolate syrup-oozing confection, look at what K's doing to me.

It had been easy to ignore in the beginning. Certainly, lusting after another man was nothing new to Hiro. While he had once leaned toward women, he knew that pleasure and affection was left to be discovered with the same sex as well. He had known when to quit the game, knowing it was just that: a game. A game of yeah-I-see-you-across-the-room-and-that-ass-is-something-to-behold, but it had had to be immediately countered with you-sure-are-sexy-but-I-want-to-be-cocktease. This (per Hiro's foolproof, never fail pick-up technique) was followed by a feint much like an if-I-walk-like-this or an if-I-lick-my-lips-just-so. It was ingrained into every male's head. It was the innate sense of taunt and catch, like a modern play on some dance that a blushing maiden would easily initiate and an all-too-eager youth would reciprocate.

But this was different. It was simply so offsetting it irked him. To want something that he could not have was a harsh reality to face.

Hiro knew it was not uncommon. Every day, people had to understand that not every aspiration came to be. He had done this with Shuichi, though his feelings for Shuichi could not have even hoped to evaluate with this uproar of raw sensations.

Such were his thoughts as he prodded a bent spoon through a halfhearted lump of slushy sundae. He pouted moodily as he groaned and thrust a hand through his sloppy horsetail, freeing it of its plain brown tie. He was a bit ashamed at how he had acted, but he was absolutely certain that K had deserved it. Bad Luck isn't just another spineless troupe of miscreant losers,he thought. We can think and feel. K needs to learn that. We aren't just going to let him push us over for his every whim. I'm not, in any case. If this is what's going to become of us, I want no part of it.

But K…K was changing him in ways he did not appreciate at all. He was beaming and joking one moment, and at the lowest of possible human lows the next. His thoughts were off-kilter, swaggering off until they wandered to ponder on that foolish, selfish American.

Hiro gritted his teeth. Just thinking of him made his skin itch.

Why did it have to be you? he wondered. Just what is it that I'm feeling? I know that I'm a great guy: I'm attractive and funny and smart, and I play guitar to boot. Both women and men would pay me to lick my shoes. But why did it have to be you?

I'm no idiot. There are tons of better people out there…or so I'm told. But you are flawless. I know that my life has no sense without you. Surely you have figured out that I would do anything—scale Everest, dive into the darkest trench, die, kill—if I ever suspected it would increase your happiness. This is unpredictable, this is dangerous, this is agonizing, this is beautiful, this is overwhelming, and you are causing it. Somehow, you are tearing me up and reassembling me all in one look.

God damn you for doing this to me. I don't want this. I won't accept this!

Why you?!

Suddenly, Hiro blanched. A little giggle escaped his lips. He shoved the back of his hand against his mouth, hoping to stifle it, but it increased until it was a full-throated laugh.

"I…I've figured it out," he finally announced to his empty condominium breathlessly.

It has to be you simply because it is you.

--

It was well after the pangs of sundae-induced stomachache were settling in that the package arrived.

Hiro stumbled to the front door and opened it to see—not quite to his astonishment—a present. It a small, rectangular box wrapped in tawny paper that glinted softly in the indirect light. A silvery-grey bow topped it off, with a small note. He bent and scooped it up, numbly taking the gift inside and locking the door. Hiro curled up under a blanket on his couch before shredding through the package to find a wide collection of various expensive, rich candies and chocolates.

Dear Hiro,

Sugar, sugar?

I heard that you weren't feeling so great, so I took the liberty of sending you these. Did you know that chocolate makes you feel happy? Even like you're in love? In that case, please eat these immediately….

Hiro stood, shaking in a whirlwind of emotion. "I…why?" he asked in a shaky voice, his hands twisting the candies. "Why won't you tell me who you are?"

These gifts—such kindness warmed him to no end, but this, in his sensible, doubting mind, was coming to…what? A note that said "sorry, but…" or "you're cute, but…"

Because that's what K did, isn't it?

Hiro choked back a sob and clenched his gift in his hands and stomped into his bathroom, shaking violently. Is this a game to you? This was never going to happen to me! Not to me! This is for those hopeless bums that can't get off their fucking asses and always get hurt in the end!

He quivered before his toilet, looking into the pure water silently reflecting the image of a heat-flushed, tear-streaked face. With a gulped sob, he ruined the image by tossing his gift roughly into the toilet.