Hey, everyone! Sorry for the wait!

I'm been working on an essay for english class…

…And my new kitty has been giving me a hard time. He expects me to put all of my attention into him. REALLY annoying!

And Homecoming's on Saturday! Yay! I'm excited!

Magic Touch

Joey currently sat in a chair in the back of the club, next to where all the private rooms were where Yami was in the middle of a 'show'.

He was finding it hard to believe that he had admitted to a random stranger that he was in love with Yami.

Did Yami love him back?

Probably not, considering the way he had treated him. But what happened the other night was making him feel different.

Yes, they had had sex. And Joey was the only person Yami thought to call when he was admitted to the hospital. So what?

A door opened in the back, and he heard a familiar masculine voice; along with a variation of other voices.

Joey watched the group of satisfied men walk by him without even paying a smidge of attention to him. He kept his eyes focused on the other shadow he could see on the wall.

Yami approached him; not noticing him at first. He ran a hand through his hair.

He was wearing a pale blue, soft, silk robe and was obviously naked underneath of it.

The blonde cleared his throat immaturely as the other boy stopped in his tracks, turning around.

Angry violet eyes peered into brown. Joey took the time to examine Yami's wrist, and was happy to see that some of the marks from the other night had been healing.

"Hey," Joey said, his voice as friendly as possible even though the other didn't look very happy to see him.

"I swear," Yami laughed. "I'm going to get a restraining order against you!"

"I just wanted to see how you were doing…"

Yami shifted his feet, tying the knot on the tie of his robe tighter.

"Just fine, considering the circumstances."

Joey nodded reassuringly.

"So…you know about…it?"

"If you're referring to the Hepatitis, yes. I was informed a little while after you left the hospital. Why did you leave me, anyway?"

Joey scuffed.

"What are you talking about? You obviously didn't want me there."

"What made you think I didn't want you there?"

Joey laughed.

"Oh, gee, I don't know. Maybe it was the serious attitude problem you've had since I've met you. Seriously, you should be in an anger institution or something…"

"Joey," Yami began "I hardly remember anything that happened that night. I don't recall ever doing anything with those guys. But, apparently I did, or this wouldn't have happened. God, I couldn't believe it. This illness is going to ruin my life. What am I supposed to do? Sit around and wait until I die?"

Joey sighed.

"I already talked to the nurse. It's not fatal. You're going to be fine. This career of yours is going to be a problem, though."

Yami shuffled with the rim of his robe.

"It's a little late for that now. Personally, I couldn't careless as to who I give the disease to. Hopefully those guys that just left will. Ha."

Joey's eyes widened.

"Is that what you were doing?"

Yami chuckled.

"Duh."

Joey frowned.

"Come on, man; anything but this. There has to be a job out there for you."

"Well, I've tried, and there's not. Besides, I'm good at what I do. You should know, remember?"

"Actually, I've been trying to forget."

Yami paused.

"What?"

Joey continued.

"What happened that night meant nothing because you treated it like nothing. You just let it happen, then walk out and leave. How was that supposed to make me feel? Do you know what I went through?"

Yami crossed his arms, huddling into himself.

"Well, I'm sorry, but…I can't love you."

"I know."

"What do you mean 'you know'?"

"The bartender told me. Well, about your…boyfriend."

Yami took a couple of breaths, turning around so his back was to Joey.

Joey waited for him to turn back around; surprised to see tears staining his flawless face.

The blonde sighed, forcing himself to hold back his own.

"You don't love me?"

Yami shook was unsuppressed tears, looking down at the ground and keeping his arms folded.

"It's not that…I just…I don't know. You remind me so much of him. Well, how he was in the beginning. And…it scares me because I don't want to get hurt again."

Joey smiled sympathetically.

"I promise. I'm not going to hurt you. Now, I wanna know. Do you love me?"

Yami sniffed, spinning himself in a slow circle and shuffling his feet, searching for an answer.

When he finally looked up, he gave Joey the first smile he had shown in years.

"Yes."

Joey stopped, his own grin widening and his eyes lighting up.

"W-what?"

"I love you, Joey. I love you so much that it hurts."

"Why does it hurt?"

"Because, I told you, I'm scared. And…I know you're not going to hurt me, but…what if someone else does?"

"If anyone tries to put their nasty hands on you I swear I'll rip their head right off their shoulders."

Yami chuckled.

"Violent, are we?"

Joey smiled.

"Alright, you know what? You're coming home with me tonight. And you're not leaving, you understand? Now, get your clothes."

"Right, my clothes. You're looking at them, sweetheart."

Joey frowned.

"That's it? Just the robe?"

"People usually steal my clothes. They like my scent, I'm assuming. Yeah, I know. It's creepy."

"You think?"

Yami laughed.

"Who cares, let's just go home."

XXX

The blonde had finally pulled up into his driveway after what strangely may have been the best car ride of his life. And no, not like that. The boys had spent some time passing conversations and laughs, and the blonde had sweet stopped at a drive-thru to buy Yami a nice hot cup of coffee.

Joey opened the door for him, removing his own coat and wrapping it around Yami's shoulders. Yami smiled, thanking him and following Joey up to the side door.

Joey clicked the door open with his key; still sweet-talking with Yami as the boys headed into the house.

"Alright, now, keep quiet. My dad's upstairs."

Yami nodded, allowing Joey to take him by the hand and lead him upstairs to his bedroom.

After changing into his PJ's-and lending Yami a pair, even though he refused to wear them in the presence of the blonde-Joey pulled back the covers and prepared the two for a goodnight's sleep.

Laughing, Joey removed his own pajamas seeing as Yami was already in his birthday suit. He climbed into bed next to him and gazed into his eyes.

"'Night, Yam. Love you."

Yami smiled.

"Love you, Joey."

Hooray for fluff!

So much fluff we can add peanut butter and make a sandwich!

R&R!

GK09