Okay there is a lot going on in this chapter and I hope it is not too confusing x3 please tell me if it is... This chappie is mostly about Yukimi as before but also about Raiko, Gau and a bit from Yoite's pov as well :) enjoy


"Yukimi"

There was a soft voice whispering his name ever so sweetly into his ear, sending shivers of pleasure down his spine, giving him goosebumps all over his body as he felt the warmth from another moving against him, slowly, gently, lovingly. His breath was quicker than usual, his pulse pounding in his wrists and his eyes searching for those lagoon-blue eyes, searching for him in the darkness of the room.

"Yoite.." he whispered back, finally able to speak again, seeing through the dim morning light how the boy atop him was smiling again, so pure, so warm, so beautiful. Yukimi slowly breathed in, bathing in the young mans fragrance with eternal happiness on his mind. Those warm fingers softly unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin so smoothly it made the blond's entire body tingle with desire. With some force he got himself together, grabbing those slim fingers with his hands, closing his fingers around them, sitting up with grace as the raven haired boy smiled, ever so angelic, as dazzling as the sun, and as beautiful as the moonlight pouring in on them, making the boy's skin seem even more fragile than normal. Slowly Yoite laid down, pulling the blond man atop himself, wrapping his slim, naked legs around his waist, looking up at him with those eyes that made the writer drown in an instant. Yukimi felt his heart was being pulled closer as the minutes of gentle touching passed, kissing down on that fragile skin with his lips, gently searching for the boy's weak spots, gently ravishing a pink nipple with his tongue, feeling his longing grow with every delicate moan slipping from his room-mates lips.

"Y-Yukimi.." the raven haired moaned, a sound so different from his screams of pain that it made Yukimi go wild in the matter of seconds. Fighting with himself, he managed to calm down but it took all his strength and when he looked up again he saw clearly all the desire locked within those eyes. He shivered once again, his hand slipping slowly downward over the young man's torso, over his small waist and even further, wrapping itself around the boy's already hardened state. Yoite gasped as pleasure threatened to overtake him, his face now flushed with a soft blush, his fingers gripping the pillow below his head, his hips thrusting into the little friction he was given from Yukimi's softly stroking fingertips.

"Yoite..." he whispered once again, sending the young one over the edge, moaning wantonly, curling his toes into the mattress with his eyes shut tight, his fingers now pulling on Yukimi's blond locks, yanking him up from where he was seated, meeting his lips desperately with his own. Yukimi wasn't prepared for this sudden movement but smirked slightly and softly stroked that tempting bottom lip, demanding entrance which was granted immediately. Yoite's lips parted and their tongues met, ravishing, exploring and battling softly, both men moaning with unsatisfied pleasure...

"beeeep! beeeep! beeeeeeeeep!"

Yukimi moaned and pulled his pillow over his head like always in the mornings. He didn't want to get up just yet. He wanted to stay in that dream where he and Yoite had... He sat up quickly, staring in front of him with wide eyes, not even hearing the alarm going off again. What had he been dreaming?! The images were still clear before him as if the had actually been real and, judging from the bundle that was visible from under his sheets at least his body had imagined them to be real. He shook his head in a desperate attempt to clean his head and get rid of the dreams that were playing over and over, making it hurt even more from his aching need. 'Oh please..' he thought, suddenly feeling tears water his eyes. 'Why am I thinking like this now all of a sudden?!' Yoite was dying!! Why the hell... was the only thing he could think about how he wanted that man to be his and only his...?

***

"Raikou, you have to help me!" the blond man whined, hitting his forehead hard against the back support of the chair he had mounted backwards. The pink haired man looked up from his book with a shocked expression in his brown eyes. They had been sitting at Raikou's room for about half an hour, Yukimi waiting for some news about Yoite that had once again had run of somewhere with that Shinrabanshou brat, and Raikou waiting for news about his newly found helper Gau who seemed to have locked himself into a toilet. Raiko was too amused to help him out, and the boy was too proud to ask for help. Yukimi now hid his face in the palm of his hand, sighing like his heart was breaking into a million peaces and even Raikou grew worried. He knew that Yoite was a big problem to his friend, and he also knew that Yukimi was far more emotionally involved in this than he even knew himself.

"What's wrong, Yukimi-san..?" he asked and stood up from the small sofa he had been sitting on, walking over to his friend and putting a comforting hand on his shoulder. "If it's about Yoite-kun, I'm sure he'll turn up again soon." he smiled as he said it, knowing that it was probably true but it might not be much comfort since the boy would be gone soon any way... which was a horrible thought, especially for Yukimi.

"It's not that.." Yukimi sighed again and shook his head, leaning into the soft touch of his friend just to get his mind off the terrible headache he was experiencing. Raikou bent to his knees in front of his friend and bit his lip as he always did when worrying, trying to capture Yukimi's gaze but it was pointless. Instead he ruffled his hair softly before speaking again.

"Yukimi-san..." he said in his own calm way that always made the blond man feel safe and secure, but of course only Raiko knew that, him being able to read his blond friend better than any one else. "I know you have been troubled for a while and I won't pretend to know why but... can you please tell me?" Yukimi looked up, his eyes looking straight through those brown ones, his gaze so intense Raiko shivered, knowing that there was not many things that could make emotions like these show through those blue-green eyes.

"I have had dreams..." Yukimi begun. "...about Yoite..."

"About Yoite-kun?" Raikou looked at him with big, surprised eyes. Yukimi could see he was even more worried now and he half regretted even saying anything about the matter. He knew however that it was better if Raikou knew... anyways.

"Yes..." he answered silently, sighing as he looked down at the floor. "...for almost a week now."

"What kind of dreams, Yukimi-san?"

Yukimi bit his lip, he was torn between crying and blushing. Knowing that if he said it out loud it would become reality, knowing that he would cry if he did, that he would blush if he did and knowing inside his heart that Raikou would never stop worrying if he said it... Still he blinked slowly, once again looking up at his friend, feeling that warm hand still lingering on his shoulder, somewhat comforting, he thought.

"That I... love him..."

***

He sighed and slowly put his toothbrush back in the cup on the washbowl, watching his reflection in the mirror, only to see a tired, sad face so he turned away. He had looked for Yoite all day, but of course, he had told every one else he was looking for the Engetsurin, and eventually found him at some woman's place and then dropped his track again. He had been so pissed he had gone after that teacher Thobari and all of a sudden... everything had happened so quickly. For some reason Yoite had been there, using his Kira, not against Thobari but against him. Yukimi had been so shocked he had no idea what to do and almost got his ass whipped as a side effect. But as Yoite had tried to push Yukimi up the wall, he had stumbled and Yukimi had backhanded him... he could hardly remember what happened after that.

He knew though that he had realized all too late, and Yoite had coughed blood all over the wall and that the boy was moaning in pain. He knew the boy had not much time left now and he knew he wasn't supposed to hurt him even more, but still...! He was so confused... did Yoite hate him now? He was always with that boy Miharu, always gone when Yukimi needed him, always out somewhere returning late if he even did come back at all. What was he thinking?! He should be inside resting! He should be at home, where he and Kazuho could be able to take care of him. Yoite wouldn't live forever... soon, he wouldn't live at all, and the thought was so painful it brought water to his eyes and he didn't even bother to brush it away as he crawled underneath the sheets, hoping desperately that Yoite would be there in the morning.

It was almost as if he wished for those dreams to take him into that sweet place he had told Raikou about, the place where Yoite wasn't sick at all, where he wasn't dying, a place where Yoite was happy... even though there was only the two of them.

He fell asleep quickly after that, though he had wanted to go out and look for the raven boy again. There was a wound on his heart and it would just not go away, not now, nor ever. He fell asleep even though he tried to stay awake. He wanted to hear the sound of Yoite coming home, he wanted to be sure he was okay, he wanted... Yoite. Sleep overtook him, so fast he could not even try to fight against it.

"Yukimi."

The blond man slowly opened his eyes, knowing, somewhere in the back of his mind, that he had heard the door close some minutes ago. He rubbed his eyes tiredly, turning slowly towards the door and peeked against the bright light. "Yoite..?" There was no answer like always and he sighed, sitting up slightly, watching the boy with his green-blue eyes, trying to see anything other than his profile but the light behind him was too bright. "What is it..? Did something happen?" The boy shook his head slowly, watching the floor with his shining sky blue eyes, those two spots of colour being the only thing Yukimi could see at all. He sighed again, scratching his neck, wondering if he was supposed to go up or if the boy only came in to check if he was there. Somehow this felt so familiar... Yukimi smiled and looked down into his lap. Another dream? Of course it was.

"I'm sorry... Yukimi."

Yukimi widened his eyes a little, first not realizing what the boy was apologizing for, then remembering what had happened earlier, and he sighed once again, shaking his head softly. "You are forgiven." he said calmly, wondering why Yoite had become so aware he had felt hurt. "It's not like you could help it after all..." he knew the last part was only because he was still feeling bad about it, and he could have just kept quiet, because as soon as the words left his lips he noticed how the boy in the doorway seemed to draw further away from him.

Yukimi sat up more and reached his hand out for his friend, smiling softly almost as if he was apologizing too. "Come here Yoite." The younger man hesitated but then took some steps closer, removing the cap and putting it aside on the drawer right next to the door, coming even closer until he finally reached back and took Yukimi's hand softly with his gloved fingers, even though he looked confused. Yukimi just smiled, knowing this was the first time in a while they had actually been alone together. "You have nothing to be sorry for Yoite" The raven boy nodded a little and bit his lip, to Yukimi's slight sadness he then let his hand go and turned away again.

"Good night then... Yukimi"

"Good night, Yoite"

The boy left him in silence once again and Yukimi, who had been so sure that it was another of his dreams had started to wonder if that was really the case. He watched as the door closed again behind the youth and felt the heavy pressure over his heart that he always felt when he saw the boy walk away from him. A thousand questions swarmed through his head and he looked back down at his hands. Was he ever going to have time to get to know the true Yoite? Was he ever going to see him again? Was there any guarantee that the boy was even there when he woke up the next morning or worse... would he already be dead? He slowly sank back against the pillow, his head growing numb with pain as he was drifting back into sleep. He was so worried...

"Yukimi."

He didn't wake up this time, not as much as he had done the time before, now telling himself that this was just his imagination or a dream. He turned his head towards where the sweet sound of Yoite's voice had come from and nodded, encouraging the boy to speak up. Yoite took some steps into the room, dressed in nothing but his underwear and the big sweater he had gotten from Yukimi to sleep in, Yukimi had his eyes still half lidded and, still thinking of this as a dream he stretched out his hand.

"Can I sleep in here with you..?" the boy whispered and a slight smile spread over Yukimi's face, brightening the room even though it was obvious he was still sleeping. Yoite hesitated, though Yukimi would probably not get too mad even if he slept there, so he slowly crawled underneath the sheets, warming his cold feet against the blond man's warm legs. Yukimi shivered and opened his eyes a little more, eyeing the youth before smiling brighter.

"Hi Yoite."

"Hi Yukimi."

"Welcome back..." the bond man said, and his smile was so irresistible Yoite felt the corner of his mouth not being able to hold back a smile too. He slowly moved closer, being so cold he was practically freezing to death, so he pulled one of Yukimi's strong arms around his own torso, borrowing all the warmth he could. He knew the man would be shocked when he woke up the next morning, but somehow he didn't even care any more, because he needed and wanted this, to sleep beside Yukimi. So warm...

"Thank you... Yukimi."

Yukimi was only half aware of what was happening at that moment, because even though he wasn't really sleeping, he wasn't fully awake either. He felt the soft touch of the young body, its slender back slightly against his torso and he felt the coldness of it, distantly wondering why the boy was so cold. He felt how cold hands wrapped his own arms around that small chest and he sighed contentedly, slowly pressing the delicate boy closer to his strong abdomen, warming him with every inch of his wanting body. A strange dream, he thought as he pulled the covers over them both for the first time ever. All the other times he had dreamt of Yoite to be warm and inescapably willing to sleep with him but now… they were lying tightly together, yes, but there wasn't even a thought of wanting to take the boy on his mind, as Yukimi was content just with lying like this. Well, yes, he wanted him, so desperately as in every other wet dream he had had about the boy, but it was with a smile on his face that Yukimi finally sank all the way into sleep, knowing that no matter how much he desired this boy, this was the way he wanted him for real: just lying there, loving him.

***

Shimizu Raikou had had a quiet morning, first taking a well earned shower then sitting himself by the table with his morning tea and a newspaper, not reading it, though, just watching the birds play outside the window. He saw them happily fly around or... maybe not happily; the weather was freezing and there was no food left for them to find. Raikou smiled a little, standing up in his silken blue robe and walked over to the counter to prepare some bread for them.

Raikou was a kind man inside, a samurai of death yes but very warm-hearted indeed. He had been living in this apartment for a couple of months now and every one in the building already knew his name. He was the kind of man who would help the landlady take out her garbage and play with the kids on the street outside. All the women in the house adored him and if their men did not, they at least came to him if in trouble. All of them in the belief he was homosexual, of course, but that did not bother him. Well… maybe the one time when the husband of his neighbour came over in a slight pinch indeed, wanting Raikou to give him a blowjob in exchange for money. That had given the fair man nightmares and many sleepless nights.

Now he was standing there by his window, spreading breadcrumbs all over the little shelve outside, the birds almost eating the bread of his fingers. He smiled wider, knowing that even though this was a small gesture and even though he wouldn't be able to change the world with only feeding the birds, he still felt a bit better, knowing that at least these ones did not starve today. After finishing he closed the window properly and turned back to his tea with the smile still lingering. This might be a good day after all.

There was a sudden knock on the door which made the young samurai look up from his long desired cup, thinking for a second who it could be knocking on his door this early in the morning before once again standing up and walking to open it. He listened at the door, hearing someone panting out of breath. "Who is it..?" he asked, smiling, slightly amused at the scene. It was funny that someone was sounding so absurdly horny outside his door at seven in the morning.

"Raikou-san it's me!" called his young pupil and yet another smile broke out on Raikou's curved lips. Had the boy not even learned you had to say your name when introducing your self? If you just said "it's me" then you could be any one, especially when he was calling through the door and it was hard to hear his voice. Raikou opened slowly but just a crack, peeking out at the handsome youth with his brown eyes shining with amusement.

"You never learn do you Gau?" he said and let the anxious boy inside.

"Well, neither do you Raikou-san."

"Eh? What do you mean by that?" Raikou felt confused, to say the least. It looked like the boy had been running all the way to the apartment and for some reason he had not had the time to bring his own key. The young, dark-haired boy did not seem scared, however ,which was something good, since the boy was always scared when danger was near. Raikou picked his cup with tea up again, sitting down on the chair with the grace of an angel before looking back at his helper. "Well..?"

Gau gave up a mischievous smile as his breath had calmed and sank down on another chair himself. "You forgot your cell phone at my place again Raikou-san" Raikou could clearly see the smirk on the boy's lips and smirked himself, reaching for the phone the boy was holding out, sighing and shaking his head in amusement.

"And you ran all the way here to give it back to me even though we were gonna meet later today?" He saw, to his pleasure, that the boy had blushed, his cheeks going bright red and he quickly turned his face away, Raikou smirking back at him. "Did you want to see me that badly?" The boy hesitated then just nodded with his head still turned to the side. Raikou felt his smirk melting into a tender smile, his heart fluttering with joy at the knowledge of his dearest pupil's love.

"Well, there you are" he mumbled, pushing the phone into Raikou's hands, too embarrassed to look up, and blushing so much he just wanted to run out the door. Why was he always so shy when this happened? But Raikou just smiled that beautiful smile of his and took the phone, keeping his slimmed fingers softly wrapped around Gau's fingertips.

"I'm grateful." he said as softly as only he could and Gau blushed even more, if that was even possible.

"Don't mention it… Raikou…san"

As soon as Raikou opened his mouth to say something more the phone suddenly rang in his hands, scaring both of them out of their fluffy, pink moment. They both stared at it, hearing the ringtone echo through the apartment for what seemed like hours before Raikou finally answered.

"Shimizu Raikou" he answered, Gau biting his lip, still a bit scared from the sudden sound and still embarrassed about blushing like that in front of Raikou of all people..

"Raikou!" he heard Yukimi's stressed voice and he felt the surprise literally take him over. Yukimi never called him like this.

"Yes, what is it?" He asked, prepared for the worst as Yukimi sounded so… frightened? "Is it Yoite?"

"Yes..." the man's voice was so upset Raikou felt his stomach clench immediately. "It... I don't know how it happened..."

"Yukimi" he said without any suffix on the end, and he didn't even care. He knew how important that boy was to his friend and how much he cared about him. He knew Yukimi wasn't supposed to care this much about a Kira, no one should, since the Kira users were bound to a short life with nothing but pain and death in their path, angels of death... Raikou looked at Gau, knowing exactly how Yukimi felt about Yoite, because that was what he felt for the boy now standing there in front of him with a worried wrinkle on his forehead. Raikou had started caring about Yoite too, of course, and Gau worried as well, even though he was too proud to ever show it. "Tell me what happened, Yukimi.." The man on the other end of the line sighed as if to calm his nerves then spoke again.

"I woke up this morning... like... ten minutes ago... and..." he grew silent. The expression in his voice was unreadable and that scared Raikou even more. His friend sounded so confused... he was never like that.

"And what, Yukimi?"

"He was... Yoite was..."

The cold air streaming in through the window gave Raiko chills with fear as he listened intensively for the words he had been dreading all these months... was he really... dead?

"He was lying in my bed!" Yukimi suddenly spat and the young samurai widened his eyes in surprise. Had he heard him correctly? In his bed? "I thought I was dreaming first and then I suddenly realized I was spooning him and I just.. flipped!"

"Yukimi calm down, was that it..? He is okay?"

"Well of course he's okay Raikou! He's been sleeping with me all night!" Yukimi answered and Raikou could hear how he was pacing around the room, feeling a smile spread across his lips again as relief overtook him. He shook his head and smiled towards Gau too to reassure him everything was okay.

"Yukimi, calm yourself." he hushed nicely, not being able to hide his smile in his voice. "I thought he had.. you know... oh come on Yukimi-san, wasn't this what you wanted all along?" Raikou could hear to his amusement how Yukimi tried to defend himself but the only thing you could hear was irritated mumbles. "I mean all these dreams..." the samurai laughed. "...it was quite obvious what you wanted"

"I did not! I mean... well..." Yukimi sighed in confusion and Raikou's heart melted for him. He felt with his friend of course and since he knew the feeling... well not really, but he knew that type of feeling, and he knew how hard it must be. He looked at Gau again, even in this moment feeling his heart flutter inside his chest like a butterfly when he met the youth's eyes.

"Yukimi... It's okay, you know I won't judge you."

"I know that, Raikou." the blond man sighed and a sound like someone plopping down on a sofa was heard through the microphone. "I just.. feel so lost whe ever he looks at me like that... Whenever he is near my mind starts to spin, and every time he is out with that.. that brat! ...I can't control my jealousy.. I know I shouldn't and still I hope that the Shinrabanshou will be able to help him... because I want him here with me."

Raikou nodded, knowing exactly what he meant. "Then I'll hope that as well, for both Yoite-kun's and your sake" He met Gau's eyes and the curly haired boy nodded, Raikou adding: "And so does Gau."

"Thank you Raikou. I just... wasn't prepared for this and.. it sort of scared me 'cause you know how I get when I'm... you know.."

"No..?"

"...When I get turned on. I didn't want him to notice so I just ran out of the room as fast as I could."

"So he did turn you on, then?" Raikou said and couldn't hold back a giggle, seeing how Gau reacted to that. Yukimi cursed fast and Raikou was sure he was now blushing like never before.

"Well of course he did.... I love him, after all."

***

'Love...' The young man thought to himself, pulling the silky fabric tighter around his body that had now turned cold since Yukimi had left him in the bed so abruptly. He softly stroked the pillow, which Yukimi had been resting his head on, making all kinds of shapes in his imagination. 'Love... what is that...' He sighed, even though he was almost entirely unaware of it himself, blinking slowly as he listened to the conversation Yukimi was having with his friend. What was love..? Why did people love...? "Yukimi..." he said silently so that the man wouldn't hear he was awake, closing his eyes again, wrapping himself in the other man's scent. It was intoxicating to him, lying there, hearing Yukimi's soft voice as Raikou got him to laugh again. He loved Yukimi's laugh... loved...

"Yukimi..."

Please review and tell me what you think :) Next chapter might be a bit more "angst" so be prepared ^^' haven't written it yet though but I have my plans :) see you soon