Fuji eased himself onto the bed. This was too easy. "What's the catch?"

Yuuta looked at his brother sharply. "What do you mean?"

Fuji fingered the edge of the blanket. "Are you and Mizuki playing some sort of joke one me? It's not funny." Fuji realized he was fidgeting and stopped himself.

Yuuta came and knelt in front of his brother. Sitting back on his heels, he took Fuji's trembling hands in his own tennis calloused ones.

"I'm not joking. Aniki, look at me." Fuji's fantastically blue eyes met strong chocolate ones. "I know it's wrong. But what I feel for you, Shuusuke, it's not going away." Yuuta brought one hand up to gently cup Fuji's cheek. "Mizuki is great, he's very special to me. But he isn't you."

Fuji's heart felt very warm, very full of love. He thought he might faint. He wanted so desperately to believe his brother, screw religion, and make love to his younger brother right then and there. But that wasn't how Fuji's brain worked. Fuji had to doubt and take cautions and make sure this was absolutely what Yuuta wanted. Fuji would rather cut off his own arm than hurt Yuuta. So he had to ask. Had to be sure.

"Is he making you choose?" Mizuki would do something like this. It made sense. But why woudl Yuuta do this? He would choose Mizuki. Wouldn't he?

"No. I've decided. ." Yuuta straightened himself so his body made a backwards 'L' shape. He replaced his hand from where it rested on Fuji's face with his mouth. "Your brother." Another kiss, this time at the corner of Fuji's mouth. "I've chosen you." Full on the lips.

But Fuji resisted. He frowned and Yuuta pulled back.

"Why? You've never wanted my love before."

Yuuta nodded. "True. But I do now. Will you refuse me?"

"Saa." Who knows? Fuji tipped his head back, exposing the thin column of his neck. "I never understood what you saw in Mizuki. He's not good enough for you, Yu-kun."

"Right. Only you will do aniki. It can't be anyone else." Then Yuuta couldn't stand not kissing Fuji a moment longer. Connected once more, Yuuta sighed happily.

It was differnt from Mizuki's lips which tasted like cotton candy and caramel. The purfume he wore made Yuuta sneeze. But Fuji just smelled like cool like winter and fresh like laundry.

And this...this felt right. Except Fuji wasn't tasting, wasn't kissing him back. And that's what Yuuta needed. He needed confirmation that they were in this together. Because it was really just about them. It had always been.

"I love you, Shuusuke."

And then it was like Yuuta had said the magic words. Fuji eyes closed and they were kissing again. Only it was different. Delicously so. Open mouths, breathing in each other's moans and sighs and this, this is all Yuuta'd ever wanted.

Thin fingers embedded themselves in Fuji's hair, smooth as silk. Fuji tasted like fall leaves and frozen hot chocolate. Just sweet enough. He tasted like home.

Yuuta stood up slowly, their mouths still connected. He was standing, bending over his brother. Yuuta set one hand on Fuji's narrow shoulder and pressed gently down. But Fuji resisted.

They couldn't get carried away. Fuji had to be the responsible one. Fuji drew back, soft pants caresssing Yuuta's face. Fuji's lips were swollen and Yuuta would happily bet his were too. It was because of Fuji that Yuuta was out of breath. Because of Fuji that Yuuta knew what desire, what love was.

"We need to stop for a second. I can't think when you're kissing me."

Yuuta grinned at that.

Fuji was serious though. "We have to do this right. And that means I have to get the preperations."

"How much time do you need?" I don't want to wait anymore.

"I know, Yuuta. Believe me, I know."

"If only it was a leap year," Yuuta said wistfully. "Then we could do it next weeked on your birthday."

Fuji smiled. "How about March first? You can give me my brithday present then." He giggled.

Yuuta turned bright red. "Nii-san! Be serious!"

But then Yuuta started laughing too. Somehow, everything would sort itself out. They shared one last sweet kiss before Yuuta went back to his room. He couldn't wait for next week.