AN: Yeah ending! *throws confetti*
Thank you for everyone's support!
I thought some more explanation is in order, so here goes a bonus scene prior to the hot reunion. I hope I didn't blow the sex. Pun intended. ^_~ Please enjoy!
-Naoya's POV-
Under normal circumstances, Naoya would be the calm and level headed one. He would be the person others would turn to for comfort and guidance. But as mentioned, that was under normal circumstances.
Now, as for abnormal, or more like, unusual circumstances, in which the situation happens to be connected with people to whom he cares about, Naoya would seem frenetic in his actions. This was one of those times in which he would pace back and forth, waiting, wringing his hands while he fretted and habitually turn his head to scan the pallor of his friend as Kiichi Sensei settled beside the futon and check on Izumi's vital signs.
He was worried and it showed. His lover, Reiji, caught him in midstride and held him within his arms before he gave a comforting squeeze. Naoya returned the embrace and rested his head on his lover's chest. Izumi caught his worried demeanor and flashed him his typical lop-sided grin in return, as he tried to reassure him.
"Don't worry Naoya-kun, I probably look worse than I feel."
Naoya didn't feel reassured by that comment for the serious look on Kiichi Sensei's face says it all as the other place the stethoscope over Izumi's heart. Sensei's follow up questions confirm his worries.
"How do you feel? Are you drowsy still? Do you feel light headed? Any tremors?"
Izumi looks at Sensei, frowns and turns a questioning look at Takamiya-san, who was sitting on the other side of the futon. The translator hasn't left his friend's side since he invited them in and quickly usher Kiichi Sensei to take a look at Izumi. Takamiya-san nods his head and smiles, encouraging Izumi to talk. Izumi sits back against the wall and turns to look at Sensei. He then replies slowly in return as if he was thinking how to answer the question.
"I um, do feel a little tired but it is slowly going away. My heart still feels like I've run a marathon but that is going away too. Other than that, no, I don't feel light headed or anything."
Kiichi Sensei absently nods at each of Izumi's comments then he withdraws the stethoscope and hands it to Haroumi, who was standing by Sensei. The doctor then picks up his friend's wrist, place to fingers over the inside portion and looks at his watch for a moment. Next he releases his hold and signals Haroumi to hand him his satchel. Sensei promptly pulls out a doctor's prescription pad and scribbles something down. He tears the top sheet off and hands it to Takamiya-san before he explains.
"He has a mild arrhythmia as a side effect caused by the drug. Since he doesn't feel nauseous or have tremors, it is safe to say he's only ingested a small does of GHB in the tea. He should drink as much fluid as he can to flush the rest out. If he does feel nauseous, I've prescribed him some Emetrol to help. Now, worse case scenario: if he does have a seizure later on, make sure to turn him on his side and call me A.S.A.P. before you take him to the hospital."
Seeing the alarm in both Izumi's and Takamiya-san's faces as well as Naoya's, Sensei quickly adds, "Most like that would not happen, but be prepared. Since it has already been several hours and Izumi had woken on his own accord then most likely the drug has dissipated. There some small traces left and will remain for probably several hours. So no more worries, Izumi-kun."
As Izumi nods his thanks, Naoya sags against Reiji's chest in relief but he quickly notices that Takamiya-san's face did not mirror his own or Izumi's. Reiji must have noticed too and inquires in surprise, "Are you alright, Takamiya?"
Everyone turns to the translator who was frowning. The man in question nods absentmindedly before his eyes rounds in alarm as if he's figured something out. "I believe Kuroda has given the drug to me as well."
"What do you mean, Takamiya?" Izumi was quick to ask for Takamiya-san had given them a short rundown of what happened when his friend awoke to everyone staring down at him in concern.
Takamiya turn to look at Izumi and explained softly, "You may not remember since you were asleep, but I came to visit you one night. Your friend, Konno-kun, greeted me and said as much that he was your new lover. I left him a calling card, intended for you to contact me the next morning."
Izumi nodded in confirmation when he supplied, "He only gave that to me yesterday. But what does that have to do with the other?"
"Well, you see, I waited for you the next day and had intended to visit you again that night. Instead, as soon as I ate dinner with Kuroda, I got drowsy and went to bed early. So I believe—"
"…that Kuroda drugged you too to prevent you from going to Izumi," Naoya finished for him. He flushed in embarrassment for his excitement. He quickly apologized.
Takamiya-san shook his head good-naturedly. However, Izumi still had a confused look about him. His friend stared at him for a moment before he confessed what was bothering him, "That night, Kuroda showed up at my doorstep. He made me believe that Takamiya seek me out because he felt guilty. He made me think that you two were already together and that I should give up."
The translator's lips thinned upon hearing that. He supplied the rest of the scenario as Reiji, Naoya, Kiichi and Haroumi had confusion written on their faces. "When I woke up in the same state as Izumi had just described the next day, I went to visit him immediately. But I guess the damage was already done. He had broken up with me."
The look of understanding donned on all their faces. Then Naoya's demeanor lit up. Reiji felt the stiffening back of his young lover and inquires softly, "What is the matter, Naoya?"
Hearing the concern in his lover's voice, Naoya breaks out of his musings and raises questioning eyes to Reiji before he inquires to no one in general, "Do you suppose Kuroda-san had stage the scene at the cottage as well?"
It would seem his lover had caught on to his vein of thought. Reiji quickly explains to the rest who seems to be clueless still by Naoya's keen observation. "I believe what Naoya meant to say is that Kuroda must have drugged Takamiya that night too. The editor had meant for Izumi to find out."
The color immediately left Izumi's face as he turned to Takamiya, caught the translator's hand and asked shakily, "Y— y—you were drugged?"
Takamiya-san placed his own hand over Izumi's and nodded. Then his friend did something quite unexpected, he pulled his hand away only to throw his arms around Takamiya's neck and press his face in the other's chest. His body began to quiver with heavy emotions as he sobbed. Shocked at first, the translator returns the embrace and holds on tight, burying his own face in the other's neck.
Naoya felt tears pooling over his eyes and he quickly wipes them away as he moved out of his own lover's embrace and begin quietly ushering everyone out. He felt it was about time the two lovebirds had some heartfelt one-on-one time.
As he closed the door discretely behind him, Naoya breathed a sigh and thought back to the tangle mess that the past few weeks have wrought. He still couldn't believe the tale Takamiya-san had told them regarding Kuroda's desperation. It astounded him still how the editor had gone about his mad attempt to exact revenge on Izumi for Takamiya's rejection. Then after hearing his friend's account of prior events, Naoya was now convinced the editor had manipulated the whole situation just to win Takamiya-san.
How far does one go for love? he wonders. He shook his head of the thought and smiles at the door before he allowed Reiji to tug his wrist to move along. All will be well again.
-Izumi's POV-
Long after when he realized everyone else had left as his crying subsided, color immediately suffuse his cheeks. He couldn't believe that he had sobbed like a girl in front of everyone. But even when he realizes this, Izumi didn't feel like pulling back in embarrassment. It would have been something he'd do in the past. But this chance in being within Takamiya's arms again felt too wonderful. He didn't want to let go. Izumi would bury his nose deeper if it were possible.
However, it would seem the other had other ideas when the translator pulled away. Izumi's lips thinned as he tried to suppress another bout of tears. He knew that they had too much between them to reconcile so simply. He had broken up with Takamiya after all and made the man believe he had fallen out of love with him and was in love with Konno instead. Perhaps the other doesn't want him anymore and was only concern because he's the kind of person that would do that. Izumi felt lost all over again.
His worries were for naught. Takamiya place a gentle hand under his chin, wipes the tears from his cheeks with the other hand, and press his lips ever so softly to his own. The man pulls away once more and flashes his trade mark smile in reassurance.
Izumi never knew how much he'd missed that smile. His heart constricted as he release a shaky breath and threw his arms around the other once more. This time he made sure their lips connected and pour into the kiss all the words he couldn't speak of. There was so much that couldn't be put into words. He conveyed his relief, his torment, his gratitude and most importantly, his love into that kiss.
Takamiya returned his fervor and than some as he deepened the heartfelt kiss, conveying his own emotions without words. The translator's arms enclose around him and begin tracing the familiar contours.
Warmth flowed through the kiss, down his throat and treaded a familiar path to pool below his naval. Feeling weak from the onslaught, Izumi fell backwards onto the pillow, pulling Takamiya with him.
The other pulled away once more, bracing himself atop Izumi as a trail of saliva linked between them. Izumi blink in confusion as he peered up at Takamiya's determined face and impassion eyes, an odd mixture of emotions flickering in their depths. He knew the other wanted him, he could feel the hard length pressed against his thigh. What was going through the other's head?
He didn't have to wait long to wonder why when the other whispered gently, "You should rest, Izumi. You're still weak from the drug."
Izumi shook his head desperately in negation. He didn't want to stop and for once, allowed his emotions to rein unchecked. He only wanted Takamiya's lips and touch on his once more. He wanted to feel the other's love for him once more. It was the only way he knew to convey his own. Later on, he can chastise himself for sounding like a girl, but not now as he whispered just as softly, "It's your kisses. They make me weak. Takamiya, please don't stop."
Takamiya's eyes darken at the implication of Izumi's words and swoops down to attack his lips with return fervor. Hands that knew his body well follow suit. They possessively glided beneath his t-shirt, trekking in exploration his newly defined abs, bunching the garment upwards in doing so.
They broke apart once more for a much needed breath. The translator took the opportunity to lift Izumi's t-shirt up the rest of the way and threw it across the room, not caring where it landed.
Takamiya caressed the newly exposed skin with his hands and mouth. His tongued gliding down the sculpted pectorals to flick across a hardened nub. Laving the tender bud until it turn a darken red before he bit down playfully. Izumi hissed in pain pleasure; the sound, music to his lover's ears. The man moved to pay homage to the other neglected nub with equal attention.
All the while, Izumi moan and writhe beneath him as his hands busily tore at the silk shirt blocking his access to the other's skin. The last button flew somewhere pass his biceps when Takamiya broke free once more to shrug his dress shirt off, throwing it to join Izumi's t-shirt.
They rejoined once more, neither wanted their touching skin to separate. Both, desperate to expose more. Two pair of hands fumbled with each other's slacks and jeans as their kisses became frenzied with their impatience.
As the rest of their clothing were tossed on the floor surrounding them, Izumi lay panting, the pleasure accosting his senses, bringing him to near madness. He tossed his head side to side as he braced his legs wide open, trying to hold off the euphoric peak as Takamiya feasted on his member. Copious amount of his pre-cum flowed down to pool around the groove of his Apollo's belt and dripped down to his twitching anus. He couldn't contain his excitement, it was too soon.
With a helpless cry, "Takamiya—!"
And he released into Takamiya's mouth.
The sound of Izumi's harsh breathing fills the air. The erotic tempo heighten even further by the audible squelches of suction followed by the slick removal of the boy's expended member freed from the other's hungry orifice.
Takamiya raised his torso just a tad and made sure Izumi caught his gaze. The man licked his lips of the traces of semen before he swipes a hand across his chin to gather the rest. Izumi shudders at the sight. He gasps aloud, something warm and slippery presses against his opening below asking for entrance.
He tugs his legs closer to his body, opening himself wider to Takamiya and pushes out, answering the other's entreaty.
Two slick fingers gain access easily with his aid. And with practice ease, Takamiya prepared him as his mouth return to kiss Izumi, sharing his taste.
It wasn't long when Izumi felt the familiar twitch and squeeze of response and he tugs at Takamiya's member to get his attention.
The translator breaks free just a hairbreadth from their kiss to smile before he dips his lower half and thrusts to the hilt. Izumi gasps of surprise quickly turns into a groan when his lover begins to move and reacquaints him to their practice rhythm.
Izumi couldn't think, nor would he want to. His heart felt full to bursting. Tears he didn't know had form were dripping down the sides and wetting his pillow. He could of cared less. As he wrapped his arms and legs around his lover, Izumi rejoiced and surrendered his being to every sense of the word.
-Epilogue-
It was a brilliant Sunday morning.
A pigeon flitted across the window and landed on the ledge outside. It coo happily before another smaller pigeon flew by and entreated the other to follow.
All this was lost to the couple. They lay exhausted in bed as they happily engaged in their own tête-à-tête in slumber.
The couple had spent most of the previous day and night together in this room, sharing their bodies, communicating without words.
But alas, it wasn't meant to be for no one would suspect such a scene to arise with such contrast to the days before.
Katsumi could have sworn he saw two naked men on his brother's bed. He tugged his hand free from his mother's slacken grip and used both hands to rub his eyes clear. He opened them again. Nope. There was still two naked men. He turned to his mother and asked with blunt candor as all kids his age is capable of, "Mommy, I thought you've said only mommy and daddy can be naked in bed?"
His brother would never live this moment down when he pulls the soiled comforter over his flushed body and dives underneath the pillow as his friend greets his family.
Katsumi thought the man looks like the uncle in the book and promises himself to ask his mother later by what she meant with her own greeting, "Katsumi, mommy would like you to meet your namesake."
-THE END-
AN: If you haven't figured it out: Takamiya's name is Katsura.
So Katsura + Izumi = Katsumi. ^_^
BTW, stay tuned for the sequel. Here's a preview:
Excerpt from Cupid's Chokehold:
The bar was a dive. Konno didn't think many couples would venture here for a little drink before they continue with their plans for the evening. It suited him fine. He needed a hard drink to soothe his bruise ego and heart without cooing couples making gooey faces at each other.
He'd never lost in the game of love before. Normally it was him who would dump the other, not the other way around. His friend, Izumi, should be flattered by his attention. But the man was taken. Normally he wouldn't give up without a fight, but Konno knew that his friend's heartstrings were irrevocably tied to this Takamiya guy.
Funny how his first attempt at a homosexual relationship would lead him to heartache. He knew his friend was the type to fall deeply in love and give everything he got over to that person. He wanted that desperately after all the misbegotten relationships that he has had with women over the years. This game of love was becoming tiresome.
It was times like these when he wondered why he even bother.