Hello! Sorry this took so long! School has consumed my Beta's life so this chapter took longer than expected. I have all the other chapters planned out and the next two are written, they just need beta-ing. Hopefully, it will be all done soon. I've also started working on my Avengers fic and my Criminal Minds fic. I have a new story in the works for that series and I think it's going to be the last one.

For now, this story has more to come and I hope it gets moving soon.

Enjoy!

Red and blue flashes blurred violently against the darkness behind his eyelids as Mikoto tried to sleep. Red came more and more against a stark white, crumpled back ground. A soft, familiar voice bid him farewell. Anger and panic swelled in his chest, shocking red energy from him. Violent rage erupted from him in a yell. As the soft voice died down, despair plagued him, fueling his panic and fear.

No….

It will be alright.

No!

Mikoto jerked awake. Cold sweat made his white shirt cling to the skin on his back. Red flared out around him. He breathed heavily as he looked around his surroundings. His eyes darted back and forth wildly as he managed to process that he was in his room.

A warm hand touched his cheek and his power died immediately. He looked to the owner of the hand and felt relieved yet panicked. Comforted yet frightened.

"Nightmare?" Totsuka asked softly from his spot beside Mikoto on the futon they had started to share. It had been weeks since they decided to declare exclusivity to one another, but they didn't tell the others of HOMRA. Izumo figured it out and teased them relentlessly, but none of them admitted it aloud. Mikoto reached up and pressed his lover's hand to fit the contours of his face. He did not answer. There was no need. Totsuka smiled and leaned forward, kissing his king lightly on his chapped lips. "Only a nightmare. It will be alright."

Weeks went by after that incident. Totsuka now sat alone at the bar, poking his can of soda quietly. His camera laid beside him, shut off and abandoned. Izumo appeared from the kitchen and set down a box he was carrying. He caught a glance at the forlorn third member, but said nothing. Totsuka sighed softly and took a sip of his carbonated sugar.

"Lover's quarrel?" Izumo asked, teasing. His smile disappeared however when he saw genuine hurt and fear in his friend's eyes.

"No, at least, I don't think so," Totsuka said quietly looking at the can in his hands. "He's avoiding me. Won't let me in his room. I fear I did something wrong, but I haven't done anything unusual. And he never really seemed angry. Only distant." Totsuka's voice softened and he swallowed. He forced a smiled up at the blonde bartender. "I'm sure it will be alright."

Before Izumo could retaliate, Totsuka stood and walked away, his camera in hand and his drink abandoned. The bell above the door jingled loudly as the door opened and the brunette walked out.

Izumo sighed and shook his head. He looked around and found his cigarettes and lit one. He heard a creak on the stairs and turned to see his King descending. The red head moved to the bar and sat in Totsuka's vacated seat. "Good afternoon," he said with a laugh. He looked at Mikoto's eyes and saw weariness and fear. "You know, abandoning him will do know good. He's shown more than once that he is persistant."

Mikoto only shrugged and lit a cigarette of his own. He sighed heavily, exhaling the smoke. His eyes locked with Izumo, but neither said anything. "You're having nightmares again."

"Yes," Mikoto's voice was a low grumble, reluctant, but not silent. He swallowed and puffed out more smoke. "If he gets killed, it will be my fault."

"Tch," Izumo rolled his eyes. "He's taking just as much risk and he's shown that he doesn't really care. All that matters is what he wants and it's you. He's knows what he got himself into and he realizes it's not going to stop. He started following you around before all this started and he stuck by you through it all. He does not care if he gets hurt. He wants to be with you. However, I think he will care if you break his heart."

Mikoto looked at Izumo, but said nothing. He pulled the cigarette from his lips and pressed it into the ashtray. Abruptly he stood and walked out of the bar.

Totsuka ran as quickly as he could. It had been awhile since a rival gang decided to take him down so he got out of the practice of running for his life. He panted heavily as he rounded a corner. He hoped he was heading in the right direction, but he had gotten turned around and wasn't really certain where he was going.

He stumbled into a trashcan and felt the world come up before him as he fell forward. The pavement struck him hard and he felt the sting of scrapes in his hands and on his chin. He winced and tried to push himself up. Suddenly he was pulled away from the ground, and felt his shirt cutting into his throat. He glanced back to see the five men that had been after him before falling onto the cold ground again.

"Caught you," the main guy chuckled getting eye level with Totsuka and pinning him down onto the hard ground. He pressed his knee into Totsuka's stomach and pinned his hands above the brunette's head. "Used to run faster than that. You wanna get caught now?"

Totsuka winced, his hands stinging from his first fall. He swallowed heavily and offered a playful smile. "Of course not, but you guys hadn't been chasing me for so long, I got outta shape."

Pain shocked through his face, his chest. He coughed and tried to pulled away from the assault of fists. The bony knee in his stomach pressed harder. He gasped, the pain humming through his body.

"What should we do with him? Take him for ransom? We kill him, Mikoto will be after us," a man from behind the first commented. "I never noticed how much he looked like a girl."

Totsuka's eyes widened as a hand slid down his front and began unbuttoning the buttons of his dirtied shirt. He struggled trying to call up what little power he had. The hot air hit his chest and stomach. He felt heat on his hands and tried to shoot it at the man assaulting him.

It wasn't strong enough.

The man laughed and struck him again and forced him around. The knee was on his back, his hands now uncomfortably pinned against him. He tried to struggle free, but he was only laughed at.

"Hey."

The air changed. Totsuka heard the familiar voice and felt relief flood him. He swallowed heavily and looked up and saw spiked red hair and glowing red power. "King," he whispered, smiling.

The man was gone and the weight was off Totsuka's tired, battered body. He breathed in and tried to sit up. He heard the cries of pain and fear and saw flashes of red grow and diminish. When he managed to sit up, only five scorch-marks and his king remained.

Mikoto made his way over and knelt beside him. Totsuaka recognized the fear and anger in his lover's eyes, but said nothing. He smiled and felt the skin pull at his cheek where it had scraped on the ground. He winced and remembered his hands. His torso bled where rocks had cut into his skin and his hands were crusted with dried blood and dirt.

"Their fate was not enough," Mikoto murmured, his hands moving towards Totsuka. He pulled him up into his arms and bundled him close to his chest.

"I'm alright," Totsuka said with a smile. "They didn't get the chance to do anything terrible to me." He leaned his good cheek on Mikoto's shoulder. "You saved me, my King," Totsuka whispered kissing Mikoto's jaw before nestling back in his arms.

"I'm sorry," Mikoto murmured as he walked back towards HOMRA. Totsuka didn't say anything. He knew what the apology was for and it wasn't only Mikoto's sudden distance from him.

Totsuka smiled wider and pulled away to kiss the red head on his cheek. "I love you, King," he declared, lips brushing Mikoto's skin before resting his head back on the man's shoulder.

Eric sat quietly at the bar. Fujishima walked out of the kitchen with a tray full of food. He sat beside his friend and picked up a pair of chopsticks and picked up some food and held it up for Eric. "Say ah!" He smiled.

The blonde glared at him, a faint blush on his cheeks. He took the food in his mouth all the same and chewed. Fujishima smiled and took a bite of his own and fed Eric again. Eric ate quietly, but Fujishima could see the gratefulness and bliss in Eric's eyes. Everyone else he pushed away, but he pulled into Fujishima like the orange haired teen had his own gravity.

Fujishima chuckled and grabbed a napkin and wiped away a bit of food from Eric's mouth. He smiled wider and continued to feed the quiet teen. "Lemme know when your full. I don't want you to over eat."

Eric's eyes shined and he nodded. The door to the kitchen swung open and Mikoto appeared with a tray in one hand and made his way to the stairs. Fujishima suppressed a small smile. Eric looked up at him, confusion flittering across his features. "He's worried about Totsuka. After the last attack…."

Worry took away Fujishima's attention. The chopsticks limp in his hand as he looked towards where their leader had disappeared to. Eric looked up at him, concerned. He reached up and tugged gently on Fujishima's sleeve. When the other boy turned he opened his mouth. The orange haired teen smiled and picked up some vegetables and rice. "I'm glad I don't have to worry about you so much anymore," Fujishima smiled and took a bite. His smile faltered. "I still worry about you though. I hope I don't push you too much."

Eric looked up at him surprised. He bit his lip and looked away. He swallowed thickly. "You share your food with me and ask for nothing in return… you share your bed and don't ask for more than good night's rest for us both… you offer me help to move forward and ask for nothing that reminds me of the past…."

"I didn't mean to-."

Fujishima stopped when Eric's arms wrapped around him loosely and he hugged him. The taller teen smiled and hugged Eric tightly. He held him close and stroked his blonde hair. "I guess I fear the day when you won't need me anymore," Fujishima whispered, feeling his chest constrict.

"Even if I don't need your guidance, I'll still want your presence." Eric muttered into Fujishima's neck. Fujishima swallowed audibly and pressed his face into Eric's shoulder and wrapped his arms securely around the slim body and decided he would never let go.

Totsuka looked up at his king as the red head moved into the room, a bowl on a tray balanced in one of his hands. He smiled and shook his head. "You do not have to baby me, I can get my one food," he protested softly as his boyfriend moved closer and handed him the tray before sitting near him. He smiled at the scent that wafted up to him and made him drool. "Thank you."

"How are you feeling?" Mikoto asked quietly.

The brunette smiled as he picked up a spoon in one of his bandaged hands. His shirt lay forgotten on the other side of the room and his torso was bandaged up. Mikoto and Izumo had not wasted any time or effort in making sure he didn't fall apart. He smiled wider and felt the bandage on his cheek moved against his skin. "I am fine, my King." He said quietly, leaning in and kissing Mikoto briefly on the mouth. "Don't worry anymore."

Mikoto's eyes looked over Totsuka's face and moved to gaze at the rest of his bandaged body. He nodded and moved closer as he wrapped his arms securely around the man he cared for. Totsuka laughed softly and began to eat. "Thank you so much for the food. It's delicious."

"Mm," Mikoto pressed his face into Totsuka's shoulder and closed his eyes breathing slowly.

Totsuka finished eating and pushed the tray away from him and turned to sit in Mikoto's lap. He straddled the man's hips and smiled. "My king has been so diligent towards me." Totsuka murmured, stealing another kiss. "I wish there were something I could do to return the favor." He smiled playfully.

Mikoto smirked and sat up straighter. He hands found their way to grip Totsuka's slender waist and his lips found the sensitive flesh on the man's neck. A soft gasp fell from Totsuka's lips and he smiled. "I still feel like this will be for my benefit." He protested softly as Mikoto's hands made their way to the button and flap on Totsuka's jeans.

"Trust me, it is for mine as well." Mikoto murmured heavily.

Downstairs, Fujishima felt his face heat up and wondered if his skin had turned to same shade of red as Eric's had. The blonde boy seemed to try and look anywhere from Fujishima, but he didn't pull away any further. The orange haired teen swallowed. The noises from above were hard to ignore, but not hard to identify. "Ah, heh," Fujishima laughed nervously before clearing his throat. "S-So, ice cream? Do you want to get some ice cream?"

Eric nodded quickly and let Fujishima lead him from the bar and away from the intimate moments being shared inside.

Totsuka woke feeling warm and sated. He looked blearily at the man resting peacefully against him. Arms were wrapped around him and he felt skin against his. "Love you," Totsuka whispered, planting a kiss on Mikoto's brow. He pulled away and untangled himself from Mikoto. After he dressed silently, he moved out of the room. He picked up his camera and walked up to the roof.

A smile pulled at his lips and he looked at the camera as he ascended the stares. "I need to sort this all out." He whispered to himself. Thinking about his king, he felt his heart flutter and his breath catch. Warmth spread throughout him and smiled. He bit his lip.

He pushed open the door to the roof and saw someone had already taken up residence. He felt disappointment, but smiled his usual smile. "Hello there. It's a nice night, huh?"

A cruel laugh filled the air and a bang echoed across the city.

Chapter 4- End

TBC

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