Have you guys been reading K: Memory of Red? I really like it. I'm glad that I get to learn more about the other members of HOMRA. I was hoping that it would go back to when Fushimi was in it, though :3

"Well, what do we have here?" Fushimi grinned at the angry boy.

Misaki looked away from the blue clansman, embarrassed by his situation.

"We've been interrogating him as to why his clan was with the Yoh brothers. He refuses to speak to us, so I thought you might be effective in getting information from him. You know him better than any of us, Fushimi. Do you think you can get him to talk?"

The man's grinned widened. "Talk? No, I'll make him scream."

Misaki opened his mouth to retort, but quickly closed it and blushed. He realized what kind of screaming he meant.

The king raised an eyebrow. "Well, don't hurt him too badly, we aren't an organization that utilizes torture if there are any other options. You can go at each other all you want outside of headquarters."

"Understood."

Reisi turned and left the boys alone. Fushimi stepped inside the room and closed the door.

"Well, this is quite amusing."

"Shut up, monkey."

"Who was it that caught you? I'll have to applaud him later."

"The lady that hurt your arm. Stupid bitch…"

Fushimi laughed heartily. "How did that happen? Wait, let me guess: she walked up to you and you stood there in shock. Girls have always been your weakness, silly virgin."

"I went after her because of your arm. Another blue got up behind me and caught me off-guard. They double-teamed me."

Fushimi crouched down and lifted the boy's chin. "So you were trying to avenge me? How cute~"

Misaki glared and tried to slap the hand away. When he remembered his restraints, he sighed and held his hands out. "Are you gonna take these off, or what? "

"What makes you think I have the key?"

"Because you're you."

"But, Misaki, how do I know you won't just try to escape?" Saruhiko grinned.

"You don't." The other male grinned back.

"Don't think I won't hurt you if you try something."

"Just take them off."

Fushimi removed a small blue box and held it over the cuffs. Once they dropped to the ground, the blue clansman studied the boy carefully, looking for any signs that he would attack.

Misaki felt the man's eyes on him. "Quit staring at me like that. I'm not gonna try to get out of here, ok?"

"Alright." Fushimi crossed his arms and watched the boy move to lean on the wall. "Are you going to tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

The younger male sighed. "Why was HOMRA was with the Yoh brothers?"

Misaki's expression turned deadpan. "Seriously?"

"I'm working right now. I have to follow my king's orders, you know?"

"I already told you the reason."

Fushimi moved in front of him and placed a hand on the wall beside his head. "Mr. Munakata won't be happy with that general answer. He'll want to know why they would even have the information."

"I don't think I want to tell you. I don't need you blues knowing everything going on with my clan. What we do is our business."

The black haired male smirked and grabbed the back of Misaki's neck. "I could always make you tell me." He pressed his lips against the stubborn boy's and ran his tongue over the bottom lip. Misaki hesitantly opened his mouth and gasped from the onslaught of his tongue. He felt the man smirk when he started to move with him. Fushimi slipped his hand under his shirt and kissed his neck.

"Tell me," he breathed.

"Never."

"We'll see…" Fushimi picked him up and laid him down on the bench. He immediately went back to kissing his neck, earning a soft moan.

"Saru…we can't. Someone will catch us…"

The younger boy looked down to his chestnut eyes. "We won't. They didn't give me such a high position solely for my fighting skills. I'd know if someone were coming."

Fushimi stuck his hand up the boy's shirt and played with one of his nipples. He quietly moaned again.

Fushimi snickered. "Someone is awfully vocal today," he teased.

"Sh—shut up."

The blue clansman removed the boy's shirt and licked his collarbone. "I think it would be in your best interest to cooperate with me."

"You have nothing to threaten me with."

"That's where you're wrong, Misaki."

The taller boy held Misaki against him as he pulled a bar down from the ceiling. He swiftly grabbed the handcuffs and restricted the boy's movements the horizontal bar.

"Is this really—?"

"Nope. There's more." Fushimi swiped the box against the floor and watched in enjoyment as each of Misaki's legs were chained down.

"Let me out of these, monkey!"

"Have you decided to be obedient?"

"No way!"

"I think I'll keep you like this, then." He ran his hands along the boy's smooth sides and kissed his jawbone. He reached down and grazed Misaki's obvious erection.

"Saru...don't touch there. N-not while I'm chained up."

"Why not? It's kinky."

The man ignored this, sliding his remaining clothes to his ankles and kneeling in front of him. "Should I make you scream, Mi~sa~ki~?"

"You...you wouldn't."

Fushimi swirled his tongue around his tip and moved a finger towards his entrance. Misaki, however, was not about to be humiliated.

"Get away from me, stupid monkey!"

The other growled. He hastily put his pants on and pulled out a dagger. He held it to the brand on his chest. "I'll fucking do it."

Misaki looked at him fearfully. "S-Saru?"

A guard interrupted them. "Fushimi-san, I was told to keep an ear out for any signs that you might be torturing the prisoner."

He responded without looking back. "Everything is fine in here. We just had a little argument. It won't be necessary for you to intervene."

The guard awkwardly stepped back and closed the door without a word. Once he was a safe distance away, Saruhiko put his hand over the boy's mouth and cut into his arm. As planned, his scream was muffled. He removed his hand and leered at him.

"What the fuck? Do you want someone to catch us?"

Misaki stared back with wide eyes. He didn't speak.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"It's just...I thought you were really going to do it."

Fushimi kissed him. "As much as I'd enjoy that, I wouldn't because of how important it is to you. I'm just good at putting on a show."

"They were in the building next to the bar."

"What?"

"On the night of the murder, the Yoh brothers were in a building with a good view of the roof. We thought they might've seen where the guy came from, or how he escaped."

Saruhiko removed all of his restraints and sat in front of him. "Did you get anything from them?"

Misaki shook his head sullenly. "They didn't see what happened; just another dead end."

He cupped the redhead's face. "Hey, we'll catch him. Both of our clans are working hard on solving this. We'll find him."

A tear rolled down his cheek. "It shouldn't have been him. He was such an amazing person."

Saruhiko gazed at him for a moment before pulling him into a hug. Misaki wasn't usually emotional, but it made sense in this situation. "Let's get out of here."

Misaki nodded and held out his hands to be shackled after his shirt was put back on. The blue clansman held the chain between the cuffs and guided him to his superior's office.

When they entered the room, Seri was standing at the king's desk. Misaki growled when he saw her. "Hey! You're the bitch that—!" Saruhiko quickly clamped a hand on his mouth.

"Misaki, be nice or I won't be when we leave." The boy frowned, settling with a hard glare to the woman.

Fushimi repeated what the boy had told him and waited quietly for his response. He noticed Seri looking back and forth between the boys with a curious expression.

"That will suffice. Thank you, Fushimi. I trust that you'll see him out safely."

"Yes, sir." He left the room and escaped the woman's piercing eyes, dragging the redhead behind him.

He took Misaki's cuffs off and placed them on his desk to take care of another day and picked up his skateboard from the front desk. He held onto the back of the freed prisoner's neck after receiving a few strange looks. A HOMRA member walking nonchalantly through the Scepter 4 headquarters with the third-in-command was quite a sight to see.

"Are you hungry?"

Misaki put his hand over his stomach. "Yeah. Can we get something to eat?"

"Let's just go back to my place and order delivery. You look like you might pass out. I'd rather have you in my bed than on the floor of a restaurant."

"You underestimate my endurance. That sounds good, though. I'm pretty tired. HOMRA doesn't know I'm out, so they won't be asking where I am." They entered the apartment complex and ascended the stairs.

"In that case, you should stay with me for a few days. I could get time off work by excuse of my arm so we can have lots of fun."

Fushimi locked his door behind them.

"Don't get any ideas. I'm just crashing here tonight. You'd better not do something weird to me while I'm asleep."

Saruhiko leaned down to kiss the shorter boy. "Don't worry, I'd keep you wide awake if I wanted to play with you."

"Don't use 'play' to describe...that."

"What would you like me to say, then? Sex, fucking, making love, coitus if you want to use the scientific term—"

Misaki blushed. "Quit it! You have no shame..."

"Are you embarrassed? You're a cute little virgin." Saruhiko pinched the boy's cheeks.

He slapped the taller boy's hands away. "I'm not a virgin! Not anymore..."

"Yes you are. Well, I guess it depends on what you consider losing your virginity, but you bottom. You haven't lost it as a man, per se, so you'll be a virgin forever."

The redhead crossed his arms. "Not if I top."

"Not happening."

"Why?" he protested.

"I'm the dominant one in this relationship."

"And you just decided that on your own? Why can't I be in the man's role?"

"Well, to list a few examples: I'm taller, have much more experience, and I always initiate; you just get embarrassed and follow my lead."

"Alright, I get it. This conversation isn't over, though."

"Let's just get to bed. You look like you're going to fall over."

"...let's?"

"Do you not want to sleep with me or something?"

"No! I'm tired, you said it yourself."

Saruhiko, with much kicking and protesting from Misaki, carried the boy to his bed. "I meant sleep as in falling asleep, pervert."

The redhead blushed as he removed his shirt and pants to climb under the blankets. "Well, you could've clarified."

The taller boy did the same, pulling the other's head to his chest. "You're so cute."

He lightly punched his stomach. "Would you stop calling me that? I'm a fucking man, idiot."

Fushimi grinned as he felt an arm fall across his abdomen. "Just go to sleep. You'll give me a headache by talking this loud."

Misaki growled. "Fine," he mumbled.

"You...cooked me breakfast?" Misaki walked out of the bedroom to see the man setting bowls at the table.

"Lunch, actually. You've slept just a bit past 14:00."

"Seriously?" He plopped down on a chair and watched as Fushimi placed a plate of tamagoyaki and a bowl of steamed rice next to his soup. "Thanks," he said with a yawn.

"Have you been sleeping at all lately? You seem way more exhausted than usual." He sat across from the boy and ate some of his soup.

The redhead frowned at him. "No thanks to you."

Fushimi grinned. "I won't apologize for that." His grin faded to an urgent expression. "Misaki, get to my bedroom and don't come out until I say so."

As soon as the door was closed, the man quickly placed the HOMRA member's skateboard in the front closet. Immediately after, a knock sounded through the apartment.

Fushimi opened the door, not surprised to see Seri Awashima staring back at him. He said nothing.

"Can I come in?"

"Well..." He didn't need to finish, seeing as she entered anyway. The boy sighed and shut the door. He turned around to see the woman sitting comfortably on his couch. "And to what do I owe the pleasure?"

"Save it, Fushimi. Since you're...injured..." She glanced at his perfectly normal arm. "...and didn't come to work today, I thought to come here in order to discuss our miscommunication."

"Tch. There's nothing else I have to say. I want to kill the brat myself, that's why I jumped in front of him."

"So you hate him, then?"

The man hesitated, which didn't go unnoticed by Seri. "Yes. We may have been friends in the past, but those days are long gone."

"Interesting." She looked down to find a black beanie at her feet. "And who might this belong to?"

"That's...mine. I bought it awhile back, but never wore it."

"There are two places set at your table. Who else is here?"

"I had a girl over, but she left a few minutes ago. She didn't like me cooking."

Seri placed her hands on her knee and looked at the boy with piercing eyes. "Fushimi, you and I both know that there is someone hiding in your bedroom. Would you like to call him out, or shall I do it myself."

Fushimi frowned and leaned against the kitchen table. "Misaki, come out now."

The boy, who had been listening to the entire conversation, timidly stepped into the main room and made his way next to Fushimi.

"What is he doing here?"

"We've put aside our differences and decided to be friends again." Not shockingly, the woman wasn't convinced by his monotonous tone.

"Yata-kun, why don't you explain to me what's going on."

The redhead blushed brightly and stammered. "Wh-what? I mean...we're like...we just, um..."

Fushimi sighed. He was hoping to get out of this easily, but Misaki wasn't the best with embarrassing things like this. He grabbed Misaki's shirt and pulled him close to his face. Fushimi stared into the surprised brown eyes for a moment before closing the small distance between them. He locked their lips together for a few seconds, and then lightly pushing him away, not before throwing him a pleased smirk.

"Does that answer your question?" Saruhiko asked calmly. The redhead stuttered quiet, unintelligible words and turned bright red.

"As I thought." Seri stood and crossed her arms. "What do you think you're doing, Fushimi? This is very irresponsible. The red clan doesn't cooperate with us in any way; he can't be trusted."

"We can trust him."

"I don't think so. It would be in everyone's best interest for you to cease your relations with this boy."

"Well, I've known him since middle school, and I know him even better now." He winked at the still blushing boy. "We won't cause any problems."

Seri stood and opened the door. "I'm ordering you to end things; he will interfere with your work and might betray you. I'll keep this between us if you obey me. Otherwise, I'll have to alert the captain."

"I'll deal with it."

The woman exited the room, leaving an uncomfortable atmosphere surrounding the boys.

"I'm going to make this clear right now: I'm not going to end things with you; not when I've just gotten you back."

"But, Saru...she threatened to tell your boss. Our being together could cause some serious problems."

Saruhiko grabbed his face and stared at him with shining turquoise eyes. "I don't care about what she said. Our relationship is between me and you, not our clans. I will do anything and everything to keep you by my side. I've waited far too long for this to let you go so easily."

Misaki flushed. Saruhiko had always been so smooth with his words; he spoke with precision and wasn't afraid to say anything. He wished he could be more open with his feelings like Saru could.

"I want to be with you."

The man smiled and kissed him. "I won't let us be torn apart."