Just to clarify, I understand that Saruhiko lives in the Scepter 4 dorms in the canon world. However, I have him living in an apartment near headquarters for the purpose of this story.

"You're...leaving HOMRA?"

Misaki rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Um, yeah."

"But...why?"

The redhead looked around at his clan members. He wished Mr. Kusanagi hadn't called a group meeting.

"Well...I've become busy with other stuff."

"What kind of stupid answer is that?" Rikio asked angrily.

"I just feel like I don't belong here anymore. It's hard to explain." Misaki stood and clenched his fists. "Look, I just came here to let you all know that I'm leaving; I don't need to explain myself."

As he walked away, a strong hand gripped his arm.

"Yata, is someone making you do this? Are you being threatened?"

Misaki caught his breath. Mikoto looked so sad; and this was the man who rarely showed emotion.

"N-no. This is my choice."

The red king nodded and let go of the boy. "Just know that we'll always be here for you."

He left before he could change his mind. The experience was so horrible; he felt sick from the dismal faces of his friends. What Mikoto said was true; he was forced to leave. He could never tell them the real reason, though; they wouldn't understand. His feelings for Saru were so strong. He would do anything to keep him around. His devotion scared him sometimes.

Misaki opened the door to his apartment. He was immediately enveloped in a hug.

"Did it go ok? That bastard didn't do anything, right?"

He pushed the younger boy away. "No. And it was fine."

"I'm glad that this is done. Now we can be together."

Misaki cleared his throat. "Right. So...I see you've started already."

"Almost finished, actually. I got bored just waiting around."

"What else needs to be packed?"

"Just a box or two of clothes. Then we have to clean out the fridge. I have guys coming to buy the furniture in a few hours."

"Ok."

Saruhiko tilted his head. "Don't look so sad, Misaki. This is a good thing, remember?"

"I know it is. I just have to get used to being away from everyone."

The taller boy smiled. "I can take away some of your suffering right now. Does that sound good?"

"What do you mean by that?"

Saruhiko pushed the boy and caught him just before he hit the ground. He slowly lowered him to the floor.

"Misaki," he wispered. He slowly licked the redhead's neck. "Forget about them. Fill your mind with thoughts of me; thoughts of only me."

He ran his fingers through the long black hair. "Saru..." He guided Saruhiko's lips to his. This was only a distraction, a way to suppress his feelings, but that didn't mean he couldn't enjoy it. They hadn't been intimate for over a week; hormones surged through his body. He was twenty, but his teenage urges were still very present.

The younger male sat up and leaned against the wall, pulling Misaki up with him. The force was enough to make him fall forward. He kneeled between the man's legs, his face dangerously close to Saruhiko's.

Fushimi slid his hand between them and groped the boy. He chuckled. "Hard already? I'm flattered, Misaki~"

"Why do you have to tease me...?" He blushed a deep red as his body instinctually raised into the man's touch. "It's only because it's been awhile."

"True...Does that mean you'll be nice and tight for me?"

His blush deepened. "Don't say things like that."

"Misaki is cute." He continued to rub Misaki as he locked their lips together.

As Fushimi removed Misaki's shirt, he thought he heard a noise, but decided to ignore it. He kissed along his collarbone and pulled out the boy's throbbing member.

Both boys were too lost in each other to realize that someone was burning down the door.

"Yata! Where are you?"

Misaki turned his head around to see Kamamoto, Mr. Kusanagi, Anna, and Mikoto in his entryway.

"What the...?"

Saruhiko sighed and looked past Misaki. He stared at the intruders with discontent. "What are you doing here?" he growled.

Anna stared at the boy with wide eyes. "Fushimi-kun?"

"I think it's time for us to go, Anna." Rikio put his hands on the girl's shoulders and quickly led her out of the room.

"Yata...what's going on here?" Mikoto asked.

"We were about to have sex. Was that not obvious? I mean, if you're here to wa—"

"Saru!" Misaki slapped his hand over the boy's mouth to stop him from speaking. "You shouldn't tell people those things," he continued quietly. "It's already awkward enough..."

Saruhiko licked his hand and effectively freed his mouth. "If you're hoping to make things less awkward, you should probably start with putting that away."

Misaki followed the man's eyes and blushed. He hastily stuffed his erect member back into his boxers and pulled his pants up.

"Is he the reason you're leaving HOMRA?"

The boy looked from Izumo to Fushimi. He wasn't positive what the look in the younger male's eyes meant, but he figured it might be something like, 'If you don't lie, I'll have to kill them.'

He tried to crawl backwards only to find Saruhiko's hands firmly holding him in place.

"No...it's not because of him."

"Yata, if—"

"Misaki can make his own decisions," Saruhiko snarled.

"S-Saru, that hurts."

The younger boy released his grip on his lover's waist; when he tried to move away, Saruhiko loosely wrapped his arms around the boy.

Mikoto glared at him. "Somehow, I feel that it wasn't really his decision."

He exaggeratedly licked the redhead's neck; he then nipped the skin and smiled at the red king.

"He's not doing anything he doesn't want; or anyone for that matter."

At that point, Misaki decided to stop struggling. Every time he attempted to squirm out of his grasp, Saruhiko would squeeze him tighter. Instead, he used a different tactic by looking at him pleadingly.

"Can you let me go so we can talk about this?"

"You can talk from here."

"Please?"

"Only if you kiss me first."

Misaki blushed. "Now? Can't we wait until they leave?"

"I just want to make something clear," he whispered.

The redhead complied, bringing his lips to Saruhiko's. The blue eyed boy kissed back harder, attempting to force his way into Misaki's mouth.

The older male pulled away and slipped from his grasp. "Are you happy now? You've thoroughly embarrassed me."

"I'm rather content, yes."

The former HOMRA member stood and brushed himself off. He looked at the two men with a slight blush covering his face. He nervously played with his fingers behind his back, not sure what to say. Luckily, Izumo saved him the trouble of coming up with something.

"I'm glad you found someone, Yata. Does it really mean that you have to leave, though? If you want to date him, we're all cool with it; it's not like we'll shun you. He may have joined Scepter 4, but that doesn't mean you can't be together and stay in HOMRA."

"Well…"

Saruhiko took his place beside Misaki. He grabbed his waist and pulled him closer. His icy eyes burned with hatred as he looked from Izumo to Mikoto.

"Do I have to say it again? Misaki can make his own decisions; he already made this one, so stop trying to make him feel bad about it."

"Fushimi, that's not what—"

"Shut up! I know exactly what you're doing." He gently pushed the boy aside and placed a hand on the hilt of his sword. "I won't let anyone take him from me. Don't underestimate what I'd do to protect him."

The bartender took a step back. "Look, we aren't—"

Mikoto decided to interrupt. "What are you trying to do? Aren't you being selfish? You're taking him away from the people he cares about; you're taking away his happiness."

"Shut up!" Saruhiko yelled. "Don't pretend like you know what's best for him! Get out of here before I make you."

The red king grinned. "Fushimi, you can't fight me."

"Why not? You have more power, but I'm much more skilled in battle." He slid his sword out of its sheath.

"What are you saying, then? You want to fight for him?"

Misaki clenched his fists. "Stop this! I'm not an object that can be won!"

Fushimi walked over to him and kissed his forehead. "I'm sorry, Misaki."

"And you need to stop being so possessive," he directed at the younger male. He turned back to Izumo and Mikoto. "Look, this is my decision. I need to work some things out and HOMRA will only get in the way. I told you before that I don't owe anyone an explanation. It's difficult to leave you guys, but it's what I have to do. Don't make this harder for me."

All three men stared at the boy silently. After a few moments, Saruhiko spoke up. "You heard him. Get out."

They stood in place, unmoving, looking at the former red clansman.

"I said to get out." Three glowing daggers appeared in his hand.

"Goodbye, Yata." Izumo turned and left.

Mikoto simply nodded sadly. He followed the bartender without a word.

Once they were out of earshot, Misaki collapsed to his knees and held his face in his hands. "I can't believe I just did that."

Saruhiko knelt beside him and gathered the boy in his arms. "Misaki, please don't cry. I'm sorry that it hurts. You'll understand soon; they'll just be a fading memory. We can really be together now. I don't have to worry about that bastard making a move on you, we won't ever have to fight each other, and Miss Awashima can't threaten to make us separate."

"Miss Awashima?"

"Yeah. She said that we couldn't be together if you were in HOMRA. We don't have to sneak around anymore."

Misaki smiled faintly. "We don't have to hide."

"That's right. Let's always be together, Misaki."

The older boy hugged him tightly. "I always want to be with you."

"What's the matter?"

"Hm? What do you mean? I'm fine." He leaned in to kiss the man and smiled.

Saruhiko let his hands fall off of Misaki's waist and frowned. "No you're not. You have that faraway look in your eyes."

He ran his fingers through the man's ebony hair. "I was just daydreaming; that's all. We can keep going."

Fushimi sighed and clutched the hand in his hair. "Won't you tell me what's wrong? I know you well enough to recognize when you're upset."

"It's nothing. I was just thinking about HOMRA."

"I'd prefer that you don't think about other men when we're making out," he retorted.

Misaki removed himself from Saruhiko's lap and lay down on the couch behind them. "You know that's not what I meant."

He knelt next to the boy's face and pecked his forehead, stroking his cheek as he spoke. "I know that a week isn't long enough to forget about them, but you have to try. This is what you want, right? It's not just me."

Misaki hesitated. "Yeah, I guess."

"Hey, I'm going to bring you into work tomorrow like I promised. Is that alright? I'll just have to make a phone call to inform the captain."

"But, what if—"

"They'll learn to accept you. I came from HOMRA, remember? They treat me as one of their own now."

He nodded. "Ok."

Saruhiko smiled and kissed him. "I'll go make that call."

"Stay here for a bit; Captain wants to speak to me alone before he meets you."

Misaki looked around. "You're leaving me here alone?"

"There's nobody here; as long stay in this room, you'll be fine."

"If you say so…"

When Saruhiko closed the door, he stood from the chair and walked around the small lounge. He wondered why the clansman wouldn't be in such a beautiful room during a Monday. He figured that they probably had other lounges and cafeterias, so Saru brought him to one that was rarely used. He looked out the window and noticed a few young men in the courtyard outside. Two of them were practicing sword fighting while a few others watched. They didn't seem as serious as he thought they would be. When one of them stumbled backwards and fell, the others laughed and pointed at him. He couldn't help but smile at the display.

A few minutes later, Misaki realized that he needed to use the restroom. He looked around the room and, seeing as the only door other than the exit was a closet, he hesitantly left the lounge. He walked down a random corridor, making sure to remember the way back, and started his search. He stopped at the sound of heels clicking on the floor, getting louder as they approached.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" a woman yelled.

He spun around to see the lieutenant staring directly at him. It was then that he understood why Saru asked him to stay put. He realized how suspicious he looked, dressed in his normal clothing and lurking around through the corridors. He held his hands up defensively. "Hold on, lady. You've got it all wrong. I wasn't—"

"You weren't what? Trying to infiltrate our headquarters? Looking for classified information or mapping out the hallways for later use? I told Fushimi what he couldn't trust you; now he's going to learn to obey his superiors."

"Wait, if I can just—"

"You're not going anywhere," she interrupted again. The woman removed her sword and held it towards him. "Awashima is ready for battle," she announced.

He dodged her attack easily, ducking under the sword and ending up behind her. She turned around immediately and lunged for him again. This time, she barely missed his arm.

"Why aren't you fighting back? Are you afraid to lose, coward? Maybe you should call your little gang to help you."

Misaki's red aura grew around him. He hated when people called him a coward, no matter the circumstance. He clenched his fists and smiled. "You want to fight me? I'll just defeat you again."

As he raised his hands to attack, a flash of movement appeared in front of him. "Stop this, you don't understand."

"I understand completely, Fushimi. Move out of the way so I can take care of him. I warned that he would betray you, and I won't let you protect him now that it's happened."

The redhead stiffened at the sound of the next voice. "That's enough, lieutenant. Put your sword away."

The woman obeyed, sending a final glare to the boy before bowing to her king. "Yes, sir."

He placed his hand on Misaki's shoulder as the boy let his red aura fade. "Let's all go to my office. I think we should all have a chat."

Fushimi clicked his tongue. "Do we have to involve her?"

"She is my second-in-command, Fushimi. She needs to be informed of the situation."

The man sighed. "Yes, Captain."

The three followed the man to his office, Saruhiko standing between his boyfriend and the agitated woman, making sure that neither tried anything. When they arrived, Seri took her place next to the Captain, looking at the boys intently, as if they could attack at any moment.

"Fushimi," Munakata said, crossing his arms as his tall frame leaned against his desk. "I have decided to accept your proposal. I see potential in him. Keep in mind, however, he was a very dedicated member of HOMRA. I'll need to check in on him often, and I want him with you at all times. I gave you a high-ranking position because I know that you'll faithfully serve this organization; don't betray my trust."

"I understand, sir."

"Excuse me," Seri interjected. "What is going on here?"

The blue king stepped forward and held his hand out to Misaki. "My name is Reisi Munakata, welcome to Scepter 4." The boy reluctantly took it, shaking his hand awkwardly.

The woman's eyes widened. "Captain, you can't be serious. You're letting this kid join us?"

"He's older than Fushimi, I believe, so he's not a child. I expect you to treat him like you treat your other subordinates. Do you understand, Miss Awashima?"

"Yes, sir."

"Now that this is settled, I'll have Fushimi get you a uniform. You remember where they are, yes?"

"I do."

"I also expect you to personally train him. I want you to teach him how to fight as well as how he should act."

"Yes, I understand."

"Good. Now, if you would excuse me, I have a puzzle that I need to finish."

Fushimi started to walk away. He noticed the absence of a short boy next to him and turned back to see him staring at the blue king, who had just taken out a puzzle of Tokyo from his desk and began piecing it together. The blue clansman rolled his eyes and dragged the boy out the door.

"Wait, he was being serious about that puzzle?"

"He likes to play card games as well. It's not that he enjoys the actual game, he just likes to win."

"I see."

They arrived in a large room filled with weapons and uniforms.

Misaki stared at the blue clothing. He just couldn't imagine himself wearing such an outfit, fighting alongside the clan he'd hated for three long years, since Saruhiko had joined them. He watched as the taller boy sorted through the clothing, attempting to find things that would fit him. Eventually, he handed him a full uniform. He almost fell over due to the weight of it.

"Try it on." He sat down in a nearby chair and looked at the boy expectantly.

"Um…can you…turn around?" His cheeks flushed a light rose color as he stared at the floor.

Fushimi smirked. "Misaki, I've seen you naked numerous times. Besides, you're only undressing down to your boxers"

"Fine," he mumbled.

He awkwardly removed his clothing and started to put on the uniform, very aware of the other male's eyes on him. He fumbled with the buttons on the grey vest; Saruhiko swiftly made his way to Misaki and started to button them for him.

Misaki inspected the man. "You wear your uniform different from the others," he observed.

"That's right," he replied simply.

"Why?" the redhead pushed.

"I don't really like the uniform; it's too stuffy, so I leave the coat unbuttoned and roll the sleeves up. I don't wear the collar down because it's too professional for me."

Misaki smiled. "So, basically, you're just too cool for the uniform."

Fushimi finished the last button and smirked back. "Pretty much."

"Don't you get in trouble for wearing it like that?"

"Nah. I'm ranked higher than the others, so they give me freedom with small things like this. You can wear it however you'd like; I assume that it feels uncomfortable for you?"

"Yeah…I'll just leave the coat open; you're right about it being kinda stuffy."

Saruhiko took a step back to admire Misaki's new look. He stared a bit too long for the boy's liking. "What…?"

"You look good in that uniform." He took a large step forward and kissed him. Without warning, he picked the redhead up and laid him on the couch.

"H-Hey, what are you doing?" he stuttered.

"I like how you look in the uniform, but I like you better out of it." He started to undo the buttons of the vest that he'd just done. He shrugged off his jacket and kissed Misaki's neck while he worked.

"Saru, stop. What if someone sees us?"

"Nobody comes here."

"It's a room full of weapons; of course people come here!"

"Tch. These are just spares; we're fine here. Besides, I locked the door when we came in." He nipped the redhead's ear and removed the remaining clothing from his torso. "We haven't had sex in days. I don't want to wait any longer."

"We can't have sex in here!"

"Not if you scream like that…"

"Seriously, stop." He tried to push the boy off. Saruhiko removed the hands pressed against his chest and sat on the boy, looking down at him.

"You don't want it?"

Misaki blushed. "W-well, I do, but not here."

"Tch. I have an assigned dorm room if you feel uncomfortable here. I haven't used it for a few months, but it should be fairly clean."

"Really? You people live here?"

"This is a job that requires us to be ready to go at all times. It's easier to live here because we can move out quickly if necessary."

"Why'd you move?"

"These people always try to get me to play games and do weird stuff with them." He stood and put his jacket back on, handing Misaki his clothing.

"…Weird stuff?"

"Yeah, like swimming and drinking and watching movies."

"Those aren't weird things; you're just antisocial."

"Whatever, let's just go before you change your mind again."

"Saru, hah, slow…down."

"Don't be so noisy," Saruhiko muttered. He reached between them and pulled down Misaki's boxers, lifting his leg up and forcing him step out of them. He unzipped his own pants and took out his length.

Misaki gasped when the man took both of their members in his hand. He grinded against him, creating a heavenly friction.

The redhead clutched onto his shoulders and rested his forehead on his chest. "Saru," he groaned.

Fushimi reached into the drawer of the dresser next to them and pulled out lube. He coated his fingers and immediately shoved two deep into Misaki. He kissed him to capture the surprised yelp.

"This…hurts. St-stop it."

"You'll get used to it. It hasn't been that long."

"No. This position hurts; it's uncomfortable."

"Ok. Turn around." He removed his fingers from the boy and waited. When he complied, he spoke again. "Now put your hands and elbows on the wall."

"What? Let's just lay—"

"We always do the same thing, Misaki. I want to try something different."

Misaki reluctantly nodded and placed his arms on the wall as instructed.

Saruhiko returned his fingers to his entrance and continued to stretch him. He bent over and licked his ear. "How's this?" he breathed.

The shorter male whimpered. "G-good. You can…put it in now."

Not wasting any time, Saruhiko grabbed the boy's hips and thrusted into him. He slammed into Misaki roughly.

The younger boy cried out. "Fuck! Why do you have to be so brutal?"

"Don't pretend like you hate it."

Soon enough, Misaki was pushing back into Saruhiko to meet his thrusts. His back curved exaggeratedly; his head hung low as he panted out breaths. He clawed at the wall as he felt his abdomen clench. His legs shook and he pressed more of his weight into his arms to steady himself. He came with a loud moan of his lover's name.

Fushimi chuckled. "You came without me touching you there. This must really feel good, huh?" he teased.

"Just…finish."

A few thrusts later, Saruhiko also finished. He pulled out and sunk to the floor, leaning against the dresser as he tried to catch his breath. "That was…really good." He zipped up his pants and drew Misaki towards him.

"I was kinda loud…Do you think anyone heard us?"

"Probably."

"Ugh…what a fantastic first impression on my coworkers…"

"Does it matter what they think of you?"

"Yes! These are the people I'll be working with; I don't want them to know that we're hooking up."

"We aren't just hooking up, so don't call it that. They can know about us now. We don't have to hide, remember?"

"Yeah, it's just…I don't want everyone to be talking about us; I just got here. We don't have to hide, but we also don't have to announce our being together, you know?"

Fushimi kissed his cheek and hugged him from behind. "It's okay, Misaki; I won't tell people. I don't really speak to them about my personal life, anyway."

Misaki got up and clothed himself. "Should we get to work now?"

Saruhiko stared at him silently.

The shorter boy crossed his arms, frowning. "Quit looking at me that way!" He turned around and left the room, not waiting to see if the man had followed.

"The blue clan will never be the same…"