Simple friction between Yuki's palms and Shuichi's heated skin was telling about love and longing they were feeling for each other. Their faith was the worst one-they were the right people, but the place was wrong and the time was wrong.

Lips crashing on lips in desperate rush to tell through a kiss everything they felt. There were no words to describe how much they've been longing for each other.

Suddenly, the life had sense, but at the same time, Shuichi was asking himself what would happen after they finish with they 'body conversation'.

What could guarantee him that Yuki would change this time?

While Yuki was undressing him, a terrible flashback appeared before his startled eyes. He couldn't even blink; vivid images of their terrible past and voices in his head were haunting him.

Will you stop hanging up on me?!

You never care for the happenings in my life!

"Yuki, would you like to read the song I wrote?"

"No. I'm not interested."

"Someday, you'll regret for all what you're doing to me!"

"What am I doing to you?"

"As if you don't know!"

Hanarenai…

'Why can't I get rid of those memories?'

Tears were streaming down his pale cheeks as he was desperately pulling Yuki's naked body closer, making him be inside him even deeper.

As if his life depended on it.

Yuki was ravishing his neck, unaware of the environment, just feeling Shuichi's sweet scent, regretting he destroyed that happy boy Shu used to be.

So screwed up, he pulled the boy with himself to the bottom.

Shuichi's voice was in his ears, a conversation they were having so many times. But then, it was irrelevant to him.

"It's like the endless, dark abyss and me falling down. Just falling, falling, falling…"

"What are you trying to say? If you want to break up with me, why don't you say so, Shuichi? Please don't leave me here in dark. I can't take it any longer."

"I want to break up with you, but I can't…" the pink haired singer's eyes were full of tears that moment, "Because I love you too much to leave you."

If only he paid attention to it then, when his lover practically begged for him to be better. But he ignored his words then, giving empty promises.

He opened his eyes to look at that face. Shu's eyes were closed and it seemed that he was enjoying. But the tears…

He never believed that Shu would leave him.

If only…

But he couldn't torture himself what would have been if he had been smarter then.

The singer moaned loudly and it encouraged Eiri to go faster, but to be careful. He didn't want to hurt his Shu. But it's been so long since he has had sex.

Shu was his only one.

If only Shuichi knew.

The face of the smaller was covered with light, loving kisses and he smiled a little.

The memories of good filled his mind.

But they had a bitter taste.

With the erratic sighs, Shuichi came and a few seconds after, Eiri came as well.

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Hiro sighed.

"I don't feel like talking about that." (1)

"Why not?" Tohma approached him, gripping his arm. Those big eyes were asking so many questions.

"Because I just can't."

Tohma understood. He really did.

"But some time in the future, will you give me the chance?"

Hiro tilted his head aside.

He shrugged.

"Perhaps." he said.

Tohma gave him insecure smile.

"Perhaps, some time, when I recover from all this mess."

"Promise me."

"I can't promise you anything." Hiro continued walking.

Tohma ran after him.

"What do you mean?"

The red head sighed.

"I'm so tired…"

He found a bench.

"I know." Tohma sat next to him.

"It all looks like one sick joke. This life, love, principles…And the struggle to maintain happiness and welfare." the red head was surprised how philosophic he sounded.

"I understand." Tohma placed his hand on Hiro's.

The guitarist looked at the blonde.

"I love you." he said, with weak, barely hearable voice. He tried to smile, but it looked so broken and wrong, his face just a reflection on shattered pieces of glass.

Tohma was observing him with those warm big eyes, absorbing those words and repeating them in his head over and over again.

But before he could say that he loved back Hiro, the said man was gone. He didn't even notice that, for he was somewhere deep down in his thoughts.

It was still cold, but it felt so nice on his skin.

He smiled and walked off.

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Face to face with sleeping Yuki, Shuichi was sleeping as well.

But, in his sleep, he was restless.

What would happen when they wake up?

Was there any space for some kind of a compromise?

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TBC…

(1)See chapter 13