A Honeymoon Night to Remember

IMPORTANT NOTE: Okay so, there's actually going to be two versions of this chapter. Ideally, the story was intended to be read with the smut part in it. But since every person cannot handle reading it, I put the edited version of the chapter in sequence.

If you can handle reading the mature stuff though, I suggest you go read it, as it does have some substance to it. I've attached the real version of this chapter as the EXTRA chapter at the end of the story.

When Fushimi began to awaken from his slumber, his face felt warm, but he was extremely comfortable. He was in a dark room that was only lit by the moon that came in through the glass panel. It was calm and quiet—not a single person's screams or chatter could be heard. The blue-haired man began to reach around for his glasses, and as he put them on, he noticed a familiar face hanging over him. As the Blue clansman quickly sat up, he noted a cool, wet towel fall off from his forehead. Saruhiko realized that the warm, comfortable thing that his head was resting upon was Misaki's lap. He also observed that the little crow had fallen asleep in sitting position. There was a small basin of water by one side, and there was a pile of hand towels on the other.

Saruhiko began to blush as he gazed at the amber-eyed man. For once, Misaki was not yelling or cursing or being violent. He looked calm and relaxed. The moonlight gently kissed his body, as one side of his yukata seemed to be slipping off his shoulders. His pink and moist lips were slightly open, as he was taking slow, deep breaths in and out as he slept. To the blue-eyed man, there was nothing more beautiful than the person in front of him. Even though the two fought more than they actually got along, there was no other person in the world that could make Fushimi's heart race like Yata.

It mentally wounded the Blue clansman to know that Misaki didn't understand his love. It hurt that he wanted to express his love in every way possible, but he couldn't find a way for the two to connect. The biggest fear in Saruhiko's heart was the thought that one day the two would separate and live in completely different worlds, never to talk or see each other again. The blue-haired man believed that if that day ever came, he would no longer want to live in such a worthless world.

He had been afraid to admit his love in the past, but after seeing his beautiful Misaki sleeping so peacefully after taking care of him, Fushimi felt like he could no longer control his emotions. Tears began to fall from the Blue's eyes, and he quietly sobbed beside the chestnut-haired man.

Hearing the sobs, Yata began to stir, and he slowly began rubbing his sleepy eyes. "…Saru, is that you? Are you awake now? Do you feel any better?"

The sound of Misaki's voice was too much for Fushimi's heart to handle—he needed to take action or else he would explode. Without uttering a word, the blue-eyed man quickly pulled the Red clansman close to his body, and he held onto him tightly.

Misaki's eyes widened in surprise. "Eh? What? Saru, is everything okay?"

With two trembling hands, the taller man cupped the crow's face and brought his lips gently against his. The kiss was soft and warm. It was pretty ordinary as far as kisses go, but to Saruhiko, the mere contact between the two was enough for the Blue clansman.

The Scepter 4 officer whimpered out his beloved's name over and over, worrying over how the Red clansman would react. Fushimi was expecting the smaller man to begin yelling at him and pushing him away, but to his surprise, he also felt two trembling hands upon his face as Misaki leaned in and kissed him back.

"Saruhiko…" the amber-eyed man whispered in between his kisses.

As they finally came to realize how they truly felt for each other, the two spent the night in each other's arms-letting their bodies intertwine and become one.

After coming back down to earth, Saruhiko laid Misaki back against the futon and quickly collapsed beside him. The two began to kiss each other repeatedly until the shorter man fell asleep. Although Fushimi was exhausted himself, he didn't want to miss the opportunity to watch his beloved sleeping. He propped his head up with his arm as he stroked his fingers through Yata's hair with the other. He was in a state of euphoria—if at that moment he was struck by lightning and died, he would leave the world without a single regret.

Suddenly, he began to hear loud voices coming from right outside the door. There was a lot of laughter and chit-chatting.

"Hey Yata-san! Is Saru alrigh—" Kanamoto ceased to talk as he realized what had transpired. There stood the two Silver clansmen along with Kanamoto. As they peered into the room, they all saw Fushimi laying on his side—his yukata exposing everywhere but his waist downward and seeing Yata curled up naked against the Blue's chest.

Before they could even shout out in surprise, they were able to see the most threatening, menacing glare coming from the blue-eyed man. It was as if he were telepathically saying, "If you interrupt us and wake him up, I will rip you apart limb from limb and then slash your body into shreds."

Without saying another word, Kanamoto closed the sliding door and the group began to walk away. "We should probably go sleep somewhere else tonight…I don't really feel like getting murdered in my sleep."

The Silver clansmen nodded in unison as they disappeared down the hall with Kanamoto.

Misaki began to stir as he mumbled, "Mmm…Saru? What's going on? Did someone come in here just now?"

Fushimi kissed Yata's forehead and replied, "No. It's just the two of us here. So just go back to sleep, Misaki."

Saruhiko pulled the covers over the two as they snuggled against each other and fell asleep.