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Chapter 3

The steam from Kisa's coffee cup curled up into the air as the man sat in the café outside of work with Morimoto. It had been three weeks since Kisa last saw Yukina and, keeping true to his word, he didn't bother to contact the author and avoided him at all costs.

"So, how was your date last night?" Morimoto asked after she took a long sip of her latte.

"Terrible. We went to karaoke bar for a change-"

"Did he ask you your age?"

"Not this one," Kisa confirmed.

"Must've thought you were a teenager," Morimoto sussed after taking another sip.

Kisa coughed into his fist. "Can I finish my story now?"

Morimoto waved gave him a gesture to carry on.

"Okay, so we were at the karaoke bar and we were sat at a table."

"You didn't bother to ask for a private one?"

"No, they're way too expensive." Kisa wrinkled his nose in distaste. "Anyway, we were sat at a table and his chance for a song came up. He took it with enthusiasm and said, and I quote: "This is dedicated to my hot date Shoji." And then sang a very outdated Britney Spears song and began to curse at the crowd out when they booed him."

"Wow," Morimoto snorted into her coffee. "And I thought my dates were bad."

"Shoji," Kisa repeated in disgust. "He dedicated a song to me and he couldn't even remember my name."

Morimoto couldn't take it any more as she let out a loud laugh. "I'm sorry Shouta it's just so funny!"

Kisa let out a huff of hair and turned away from Morimoto. "It's not that funny… The dates you've been setting me up with have been awful."

Morimoto couldn't disagree with that. First she had set Kisa up with one of the guys she worked with, who seemed to be gentleman at first sight but she couldn't believe her ears when Kisa called her the next morning. The man had taken Kisa to a bar, tried to get him drunk, and then demanded sex. They did end up doing it, but Kisa wouldn't exactly say it was "sex"; half way through the act, Kisa realised something was wrong and kicked the guy out, telling him he could finish by himself.

The next person Morimoto had set Kisa up with was her doctor, whom she knew was single and gay. According to Kisa, the date began normally and the guy was unnaturally sweet, offering to pay for everything and not asking for anything in return. It was about an hour into the date that Kisa knew why: the guy could not shut up about work. Every so often he would tell Kisa about a gross condition that had appeared in his office and describe it in vivid detail. Kisa felt so sick that he excused himself and told the doctor he wanted to go because he wasn't feeling well. He left without another word.

Morimoto had berated him for that because she still had to see the doctor after the disastrous date. Kisa shrugged it off as not his problem.

"I'm sorry Shouta, I'll stop now. Oh! I have an idea-"

"No."

"You haven't even heard it-"

"If it doesn't start with 'hook up' and end with 'Kazuma's cute friend', I don't want to hear it."

Morimoto pouted and finished her latte. "You should call Yukina-san, you know."

"And say what?" Kisa shot back. "'Hey, sorry I've been avoiding your calls over the past 3 weeks, but I want to fuck you, come on over'?"

"Well not that exactly."

Kisa didn't say anything as he took a sip of his own coffee and stared at the door to the café. He almost choked when he saw Yukina enter. Morimoto shot him a confused look and turned around. Upon spotting Yukina, she turned back to Kisa with a sinister smile.

"You should say hello."

"He probably doesn't remember me," Kisa told her.

"Kisa-san!" Yukina called when he spotted the black haired man sitting near the window. He paid for his coffee-to-go and walked over to Kisa. "I haven't seen you in a while, have you been busy?"

Morimoto coughed dramatically and Kisa scowled at her. "Yes, I have. Sorry."

"Well, that's fine. Listen, there's a publishing party going on at the New York Grill, and I'm allowed to bring a plus one. Would you like to come?"

Kisa stuttered for a moment until Morimoto kicked his leg under the table. "Yes, I'd love to."

Yukina smiled brightly. "Great! I'll pick you up at 8 then?" Kisa nodded. "It was nice to see you again, Kisa, and it was nice to meet your friend…"

"Morimoto Kana, I'm a huge fan of your works, Yukina-san," Morimoto interjected.

Yukina's smile only brightened. "It's always nice to meet a fan. Thank you for supporting me. See you tonight, Kisa-san."

Kisa nodded goodbye and Yukina left with a smile on his face. Morimoto quirked an eyebrow but said nothing.

"Shut up," Kisa told her.

"I didn't say anything!"

"No… But you were thinking it…"

Yukina kept true to his word and was on time to pick Kisa up. He rang the doorbell to Kisa's flat at exactly 8 o'clock and flashed a dazzling smile when he saw Kisa dressed up in a suit.

"Do I look okay?" Kisa asked nervously. Yukina only smiled and kissed him on the lips gently.

"You look perfect," he said into Kisa's ear. The smaller man felt his face heat up.

"Let's just get this over with. I don't particularly like public events."

Yukina nodded and allowed Kisa to leave his apartment, and they walked down to Yukina's car.

Kisa downed his champagne. He was right, he knew it would be full of stuck up snobs and he felt completely out of place. Although he had to admit, having Yukina hang around him and treat him like royalty was something Kisa could get used to.

"Oh! Kisa-san, there's someone I'd like you to meet," Yukina said excitedly.

Kisa looked at Yukina with raised eyebrows. "Oh?"

"Come on." Yukina tugged on Kisa's arm and walked over to an older man with greying blonde hair and twinkling blue eyes. "Father."

Father? Kisa questioned as the man turned to face Yukina and smiled. "Kou! How lovely to see you! And you brought your… friend."

"This is Kisa Shouta; he works for The Japan Times."

Kisa bowed to the man and stood up. He forgot his business cards to offer to Yukina's father, and just stood there feeling stupid. Yukina's father chuckled. "So you're the one who interviewed him, huh? You must've made a hell of an impression if he invited you along to this party."

Yukina blushed. "Father."

"Come on Kou, live a little. It's nice to meet you, Kisa; I'm Yukina Kou senior." Yukina Sr held out a hand for Kisa to shake, and Kisa took it with gratitude.

"Yukina-san," said a young man with shoulder-length brown hair and expressive blue eyes, who walked up to Yukina Sr and patted his shoulder. Yukina Sr turned and smiled at the young man.

"Yoshino! So glad you could make it. Have you met my son, Yukina Jr?" The young man bowed politely, and Yukina returned the favour. "Yoshino Chiaki wrote the best seller The Missing Butterfly."

Kisa spat out his drink into his glass. "I've read that book! It was fantastic. You're the writer?"

Yoshino nodded. "I'm glad you enjoyed it," he said with a wary smile. Yukina was looking at the author with a hard stare. "It was nice to meet you, and it was nice to see you again, Yukina-san. I'd better go; I think my editor's looking for me."

Kisa watched Yoshino walk away with a smile. "He's nice."

"He's incredibly shy, poor bloke. He doesn't know how to interact with people all that well." Yukina Sr drank from his champagne glass and looked between Yukina and Kisa. "You're empty. Kou, why don't you all get us some more champagne?"

Yukina took the three glasses and walked to the bar. Yukina Sr looked away from his son and down to Kisa. "I'll be honest, Kisa; I don't like you all that much."

Kisa stared at Yukina Sr. How could someone he barely knew be so brash? "Excuse me?"

"You're a bad influence on my son, I can see it. I want you to stay away from him."

Kisa gaped at Yukina Sr. The older man still had the same smile on his face as before, but his words were filled with spite and hatred. "In all honesty, Yukina-san, I was about to say-"

"Here you go!" Yukina returned carrying three full glasses of champagne. He handed one to Kisa and the other to his father before taking a sip of his own. "So, what were you talking about while I was gone?"

"I was just telling Kisa here how much of an influence he seems to be on you; isn't that right, Kisa?"

"Y-yes, Yukina-san." Kisa looked down at the floor as his face heated up.

"Is that so?" Yukina didn't seem to believe his father.

Kisa took a long gulp of his alcohol, wanting nothing more than to get out of there as fast as possible.

Breathy moans and gasps filled Kisa's apartment as Yukina was pulled down for another rough kiss. Both were naked, save for their underwear, which gave Yukina more access to kiss and lick down Kisa's neck, lave his collarbone, and run open-mouthed kisses down his chest. He stopped at Kisa's nipple, giving it ample attention and eliciting a moan from the older man as he arched into the touch.

"Yu-kina."

"What do you want me to do, Kisa-san?" Yukina asked, his head tilted up from somewhere near Kisa's stomach. The man's eyes were dark and clouded with lust, and he moved further down to Kisa's navel, where he dipped his tongue in, mimicking the acts that were to follow. Kisa dragged Yukina back up his body for another fierce kiss.

Kisa felt his head rush with sensation as he tried to get his words out. "Fuck me."

Yukina dragged himself away and looked down at the man beneath him. Kisa's face was flushed with arousal and his lips were kiss-swollen. The sandy blonde sat back up and prompted Kisa to tilt his hips so he could remove both of their underwear. Yukina followed the cloth with his lips, kissing the inside of Kisa's thigh.

"Yukina," Kisa moaned as he leant back against the cushion. Yukina grabbed the condom and lubricant that Kisa had brought out from his bathroom and took care of himself. He then took time to prepare Kisa gently, not wanting to hurt the older man. He inserted one finger at first, followed by a second; Kisa started to shift his hips and began to fuck himself on Yukina's fingers as the taller man inserted his third. The crooked fingers searched for the bundle of nerves which would cause Kisa's sight to explode with colours. Kisa let out a cry in ecstasy, his back arching, as Yukina found it.

"Ready, Kisa-san?" Yukina asked, his hand tightening on Kisa's hip. Kisa nodded and wrapped his arms around Yukina's neck to bring the taller man closer. Yukina pushed in slowly, hissing at the tight heat that greeted him. He delved in further, and Kisa tipped his head back at the feeling of being filled. Yukina sank in to his hilt and stopped, giving Kisa time to adjust.

A long moment went by before Kisa shifted his hips. "Yukina, move."

"Just a second, Kisa-san," Yukina exhaled before he pulled out and thrust back in again. Kisa's legs wrapped around Yukina's waist in instinct as the two rocked together, moaning and calling out each other's names.

Kisa and Yukina laid flat on their backs, staring up at Kisa's ceiling. Their breathing was erratic as they tried to calm themselves down.

"Wow," Yukina gasped as he inhaled and exhaled deeply.

Kisa let out a weak laugh. "You've been saying that for the past 5 minutes…"

"You were amazing, Kisa-san," Yukina said rolling over onto his side. The white sheet covering their lower halves slipped a little bit and Kisa was treated to the sight to the dip of Yukina's hips.

"Speak for yourself," Kisa said, still feeling the results of his orgasm as he tried to slow his breathing down.

Yukina sat up and kissed Kisa on the lips softly. "Goodnight, Kisa-san."

Kisa felt his eyelids drop. "Night, Yukina," he murmured softly as he fell into a deep sleep.

Kisa shifted slightly in his bed as he felt the familiar twinge of pain in his lower back. The side next to him was empty and Kisa sat up instantly.

"Morning, Kisa-san." Yukina greeted the sleeping black haired man with breakfast, wearing his shirt from last night and his boxers.

"Mornin'," Kisa said, returning the greeting. He accepted the plate of toast and wrinkled his nose. "Why are you still here?"

Yukina sat at the end of the futon with an easy smile. "Why wouldn't I be?"

Kisa ducked his head and began to tear a piece of toast off and popped it into his mouth. "No reason, I just assumed you had stuff to do is all…"

Yukina smiled gently. "No. Kisa-san, I'm all yours for the day."

Kisa felt his chest tighten slightly. "I have work in two hours, Yukina."

"I'll drop you off then?"

Kisa didn't reject the offer, but he knew it would look strange if he got out of a famous author's car in front of work. "Sure, if you want."

They sat in peaceful silence for the rest of the morning.

Kisa idly checked his email for any new information. Onodera had gone for lunch and Kisa had nothing to do. Without Onodera giving him assignments from Ichinose, Kisa became apathetic and sat at his desk doing useless things.

There was a brief knock on the door, and Kisa sat up in hope that it was Onodera returning back early with a job for him. Kisa threw the door open wearing a large smile. The smile dropped when he found himself face to face with a large bouquet of flowers.

"Kisa-san," the flowers said. Kisa quirked an eyebrow. He didn't…

Yukina lowered the flowers to reveal his happy face. "How are you?"

"What the hell are you doing here, Yukina?" Kisa hissed, pulling him into his office and closing the door. Yukina looked hurt.

"I came to see you, Kisa-san."

"You brought flowers!"

"I thought your office might need some life and colour." Yukina looked around the grey, drab place. "I was right."

"Yes, yes. Thank you for the flowers. You may go now, Yukina," Kisa said quickly, opening the door and giving him the gesture to leave. Yukina's smile took a suggestive turn as he placed his hand over Kisa's and closed the door to, pinning the smaller man against it.

"Why would I go, Kisa-san?"

"Yukina, wha-" Kisa was cut off as Yukina pressed his lips against Kisa's. Kisa pushed his tongue into Yukina's open mouth and smiled as Yukina moaned. A deep ringing sound pushed the two apart as Kisa wiped his mouth and ran to his desk. "Hello, The Japan Times; Kisa Shouta speaking."

"Kisa-san, its Onodera."

"Ricchan!" Kisa greeted cheerfully, he sat up on his desk and waved Yukina out. The blonde looked a little pissed off but took his leave and closed the door silently behind him. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Are you okay, Kisa-san?"

"What? I'm fine, Ricchan."

"Well, I just wanted to phone you tell you I'm on my way now with the new Yukina Kou novel. I remember listening to your recording and hearing you say you haven't read it yet."

Kisa absent-mindedly looked over to the flowers Yukina brought. "That's right."

"Well, you should, because it's amazing," Onodera gushed.

"If you say so Ricchan…"

"Kisa-san? Are you really okay? Do you need to take some time off?"

"No, Ricchan… No. I'm just… overwhelmed is all."

"If you say so," Onodera said. "Well, I'm hanging up now, I'll be there in 10."

"Okay. Bye, Ricchan." Kisa hung up and sighed deeply. He ran his fingers through his hair. This was all happening so fast and Kisa didn't know what to do.

It was about 8 in evening when Kisa returned home. As soon as he entered his flat and closed the door he stripped off his clothes and paraded around in his pyjama bottoms, topless. He placed a cup of ramen next to the kettle and began to boil water. As he sat down to eat his "meal", there was a buzzing sound. Someone was ringing his front doorbell. Kisa had assumed it didn't work because of how old the place was.

Kisa opened the door with a tired face.

"Oh, my, Shouta, is work really that tiring?" Kisa stood up straight and his face turned deadly serious as he looked up to see spiky brown hair and seductive brown eyes.

"I-Ichimura, what are yo-"

Ichimura raised a finger to his lips and raised a bottle of wine with his other hand. "How about we drink and have a talk, yes? I don't like how things ended between us."

Kisa wasn't sure if he was up to talking to his ex after just getting over him, but he allowed the man to enter anyway.

"Interesting ornaments outside, Shouta, I didn't expect you to have such an acquired taste."

Not wanting to explain, Kisa just sat down at the counter. "A lot of things have changed since I broke up with you."

"Broke up with me? You were always claiming 'we weren't in a relationship'. You didn't do relationships."

"I didn't, and I still don't," Kisa said as Ichimura poured a glass of wine for them both and placed one in front of Kisa. He took it with gratitude and swallowed some. It tasted like generic cheap wine, just as Kisa expected of Ichimura.

Ichimura raised his own glass and gulped the lot down.

After 4 glasses of wine, Kisa rested his head on the counter with the fifth glass of wine in hand. "I still hate you," he muttered darkly.

Ichimura chuckled. "I don't hate you, Shouta." He put his index finger under Kisa's chin and placed his thumb below Kisa's bottom lip. He brought Kisa's face to his and pressed their lips together. Ichimura then let go but Kisa grabbed hold of his collar and brought him down for another kiss. This time it was messy and filled with desire.

"Bedroom?" Ichimura asked as they parted for air. Kisa nodded towards the futon.

"It's the best I've got at the moment," Kisa admitted.

Ichimura didn't say anything. Instead, he picked Kisa up and threw him down onto the futon, crawling on top of him. They kissed again as Kisa removed Ichimura's clothing. Ichimura began to kiss his way down Kisa's body, ignoring any marks that Yukina had left the previous night. Kisa sighed as his fingers threaded through Ichimura's hair, relishing in the old feelings that rushed back with Ichimura's touch.