You're beautiful

A/N: I usually never start off with something like this but I really have to this time. The focus in this chapter will be more on Haruka and Makoto so if you were expecting 100% Marinka, then I'm really sorry but I revised my previous idea just a little bit ;) More explanation on this at the end of the chapter! :)

Have fun!

A long and slow shiver ran along Makoto's spine. He wasn't being touched anymore but two pairs of eyes were regarding him with something Makoto didn't really feel at the moment. He knew he was being loved but for him, it was hard to process right now. He couldn't quite grasp the fact that Haruka and Rin seemed to still love him in spite of his injuries. The longer Makoto stared at himself, the more he hated himself. He was still fully dressed and the gloves were still in place so he seemed like he was before. Tall, strong, beautiful pools or emerald, soft and olive-haired strands of hair and then his gorgeous face. Makoto didn't like his face at the moment, it lacked that sunny-kissed smile that he always wore. Ever since the accident, Makoto found it hard to smile. He had been having terrible nightmares and the vision of his wounds and scars didn't really help at all. Makoto wished that he had a reason to smile but it seemed that reasons weren't exactly within his reach. Makoto's eyes never flitted towards either Haruka or Rin, he kept his gaze on his own reflection. He knew exactly how Haruka and Rin looked and he didn't deserve their looks of affection.

"Can we go back down?" Makoto asked softly, eyes darting towards his feet.

"No," Haruka's reply was curt and stern and normally it would have fazed Makoto in some way but not today. It didn't matter how Haruka addressed him because he didn't deserve any kind of special treatment.

"Makoto could you stop it?" Rin asked softly, pressing his hand in the middle of Makoto's back and then rubbing soothing circles with his thumb.

"Stop what?" Makoto asked, clueless as to what Rin meant. To read people, Makoto needed to really look at them and that was the last thing he wanted to do right now. He figured if he kept his eyes on his own reflection, he couldn't hurt his friends by looking sad and lost.

"Worrying about how you look, just look at yourself, you're still you," Rin pointed out nudging Makoto slightly in hopes of convincing the olive-haired male.

"We don't see any differences, do you?" Haruka added, perhaps Makoto just needed to see what they saw, a lovely young man with the biggest and brightest heart.

"I wish you would stop lying to me," Makoto added, turning his head sideways to look at the door. He wished he could run away and avoid mirrors for the rest of his life.

"Why would we want to tell you lies?" Rin asked, obviously shocked at Makoto's statement. Rin may have told a few lies when they were dating way back when but now, Rin wouldn't even think about telling one.

"Because you obviously don't see me like I see myself,…" Makoto's reply was so soft that Haruka had to strain his ears to even hear it. Haruka was at a loss. He loved Makoto so much but it was hard to make Makoto see his love. Haruka was never good at expressing himself and since Makoto wouldn't even look at him right now, he was utterly lost. Haruka was somewhat happy to have Rin here because he might be able to crack the walls Makoto seemed to have built around himself.

"Listen, babe, all I see is…" Rin's reply was cut off by his cell phone and with a deep sigh and a loud curse, he fished it out of his pocket. He snarled when he saw the caller ID but he decided to answer anyway.

Half a minute later, Rin's mood was flying out of the window and he was angry and upset he had to leave. His sister was obviously experiencing some kind of personal disaster because if the tears and sobs were any signs to go by… The redhead took a deep breath and turned Makoto around, away from the mirror.

"As I was saying, would you please look at me at least?" Rin asked and Makoto complied hesitantly. He didn't really want to look at Rin but at least it was better now he couldn't see his own reflection anymore.

"Makoto, I've never told you this before because in the past it didn't really matter to us. I just uhm… wanted to say that you're beautiful." Rin tried not to stammer too much but it was hard. He never had to really express feelings like these in the past and for Rin, it was a first to be honest.

"I really think that you're beautiful, you've always been beautiful and you always will be," Rin finished and if the redhead looked close enough, there was a hint of a sparkle in those emerald gems and Rin couldn't be happier.

"So do me a favour and listen to Haru, I bet he has a lot more to say and show you…"

With a soft kiss on Makoto's cheek, Rin left the bedroom. He was somewhat glad he could leave because he figured Haruka should be the one to really show Makoto just how beautiful he is.

Every day used to be so wonderful but now it's so hard to breathe…

Emerald gems were fixed on the door that closed with a soft thud. Nerves were filling Makoto's veins and he found it a little bit hard to breathe. He knew he would have great difficulties in keeping his true feelings hidden from Haruka.

"Makoto." Haruka's soft voice filled the otherwise silent bedroom and Makoto struggled really hard to stay calm. He didn't feel at ease at all and wished he would have been allowed to leave the room as well. It's not that he didn't want to be alone with Haruka, he was just afraid.

Without another word, Haruka grabbed Makoto's hand and he led the boy outside again. A wave of relief crashed over Makoto when he finally stepped out of the bedroom. It felt weird being in there and he was glad he could escape. Haruka continued leading Makoto and the boy soon realised where they were going. The steps of the basement were familiar even if it had been a really long time. Fond memories filled Makoto's mind and for the first time since the fire, he felt at ease. His muscles weren't tense and Makoto wasn't straining his ears for some kind of foreign noise that he didn't recognise immediately. A part of Makoto wanted to talk about the fire and ask Haruka and Rin if they felt the same way. Were they also scared of foreign noises? Were they afraid of anything that smelled funny? Were they scared to go outside and face the big, bad world? Makoto felt that he was probably the only one being this silly and he wasn't quite ready to admit that the fire also scarred his mind. Perhaps, his mind was damaged most and that's why he felt so… insecure.

Makoto took a seat on the bed and he finally allowed his eyes to gaze at Haruka who was busy adjusting the lights so that they weren't too bright, just bright enough to engulf the room in a soft and hazy light. It would be the perfect lighting to…

Makoto shook his head, he wasn't ready for anything like that. Right now, he felt that he would never be ready to love someone physically again. They always say that a man has urges but Makoto hadn't felt the slightest bit of those urges ever since he woke up from the fire. A kiss wasn't a real kiss no matter who gave the kiss to him. Haruka's lips felt foreign and Rin's felt familiar but Makoto didn't like kissing at all anymore. All those times Haruka and Rin kissed him, he kissed back because he didn't want to hurt them but it just didn't feel the same to him anymore.

Haruka stood in front of Makoto and he regarded the boy with a soft expression. Haruka found it hard to not really be his stoic self but he needed to do this for Makoto and he knew it. Haruka ached for that beautiful smile and he ached for a kiss that was really meant. Haruka never said anything about the kisses but they felt so fake and it hurt.

Haruka sighed deeply and then his hands crawled under the hem of his own T-shirt and within seconds, the piece of clothing was scattered across the floor. Makoto's eyes were wide and shocked but Haruka continued getting undressed, he needed to show Makoto something. Haruka wiggled his hips a little to shimmy out of his tight jeans and if Makoto's eyes widened any further, they might pop out.

"There are a few things I want to show you," Haruka said softly and Makoto nodded, worrying at his lip because he wasn't quite sure what Haruka wanted to show him.

The raven-haired male turned around and lifted the few strands of inky-hair at the base of his neck.

"Do you see this?" Haruka asked, while tracing his finger over the small scar he had there.

"Yeah." Makoto answered softly and he immediately remembered where Haruka got that.

"Do you still remember how I got this?" Haruka asked, turning around to face Makoto again, a small smile gracing his lips. Makoto nodded and that small sparkle was back in his eyes.

"We were running around the house and you slipped and fell on the small table, you had to get two stitches, I was so worried…" Makoto added and Haruka smiled even wider. How could Makoto forget though even if they were only seven at the time?

"How about this one?" Haruka tilted his head back and Makoto's eyes instantly fell on the scar on Haruka's chin. It was only visible if Haruka tilted his head back and you really had to know it was there.

"I remember, I have the same one," Makoto tilted his head back and the memories were instantly replayed in his mind. Another round of running around the house on their socks and a few slips and falls later, they were both bleeding profusely after an encounter with the corner of the table. Makoto even remembered that they wanted to get the stitches together and that no one was allowed to separate them in the hospital.

"Did you ever worry about that scar?" Haruka asked and Makoto shook his head. They were small and they were children at the time. Having a scar was like being a hero who had just returned from a big war. Makoto was somewhat proud about that scar and the fact that Haruka had the same one in the same place… it was like a connection and Makoto never ever thought of that scar as disgusting.

"So why do you worry about the new ones then?" Haruka asked, he desperately wanted to understand his boyfriend but it was hard because he had never seen Makoto like this.

"I don't know because they're bigger and more visible…" Makoto turned his head again and lowered his gaze. He didn't want to look at Haruka while explaining this, if he could explain it at all…

"Do you trust me?" Haruka held out his hand and Makoto took it. All his life, he was able to lean on Haruka when needed so Makoto wasn't worried that it would be different this time. Whatever Haruka had in store for him might hurt but Makoto knew he needed to face the demon that had been haunting him ever since the fire.

Haruka revealed another mirror and Makoto felt those tingling nerves sing through his body again but for Haruka, he would try and look at himself properly and try to see the truth. At least this mirror wasn't so big and the lighting wasn't too bright so Makoto stood in front of the mirror, Haruka standing next to him. Haruka's arm brushed against Makoto's and they simply stared at their reflections for a few minutes. Makoto dared to let his eyes flit towards Haruka's reflection from time to time, feeling a familiar warmth spread through him as he looked at Haruka's nakedness. The boy was only wearing his boxers but he seemed so at ease with himself. Makoto remembered that he used to be like this as well, perhaps even more at ease than Haruka.

"So will you allow me to show you how I see you?" Haruka asked, turning towards Makoto, never keeping his eyes off Makoto's face.

"I'll try," Makoto whispered before turning his head to look at Haruka. Pools of bright and sparkling sapphire regarded him with love and passion and Makoto felt like he could really trust Haruka.

"First of all, take off your shoes and socks," Haruka said softly and Makoto obeyed because he had no problem with that. It was weird for Haruka to boss Makoto around but it couldn't be helped this time. Haruka snorted when Makoto wiggled his toes a little and Makoto furrowed his brows at the loud snort that was so un-like Haruka.

"What?" Makoto asked, Haruka had never snorted like this before and it was quite refreshing to Makoto.

"Nothing, your toes are just a bit funny," Haruka couldn't hide his smirk any longer and Makoto gave him a small push.

"Anyway, time to be serious again because I really want you to see something," Haruka added quickly, afraid that his silliness might scare Makoto away again. Haruka held out his hands in front of Makoto and quietly asked if it was okay to touch him. At first, Makoto looked around a little, as if the walls held the answer he was seeking for. A small nod later, Haruka took a few steps so that he was standing in front of Makoto. Soft fingertips touched Makoto's forehead, brushing his bangs aside a little bit, Haruka's fingers continued caressing Makoto's face. Over his cheeks, a small swipe across Makoto's bottom lip, along Makoto's sensitive neck, following the curve of Makoto's shoulders, down to Makoto's arms and stopping at Makoto's hands. With the softest of touches, Haruka let his fingers brush over Makoto's hands and it was only when Haruka stopped caressing Makoto that the boy let out the breath he was holding.

"How did that feel?" Haruka asked softly and Makoto opened his mouth to speak but closed it again when he felt that he couldn't describe the feeling. There wasn't even a word to describe how amazing it felt. The touches may have been light as a feather but they were enough to make Makoto's body tingle with warmth, a soothing warmth that he had missed so deeply.

"Can I continue?" Another soft question, another nod of consent.

Haruka's fingers wandered again, this time taking their sweet time to brush along Makoto's chest, never indicating that Haruka was doing this to arouse Makoto because that wasn't why he was doing this at all.

Haruka's fingers stopped at the hem of Makoto's T-shirt and then Haruka's eyes searched Makoto's. Haruka would never do anything without making sure Makoto was okay with it.

"You can… uhm…" Makoto's reply was barely audible but Haruka nodded and slowly lifted the piece of fabric. Haruka didn't rush it at all and kept checking Makoto's eyes to make sure he was still okay with this. When the T-shirt was pooled around Makoto's shoulders, the olive-haired male took a step back.

"Perhaps…uhm…."

"If you don't want, I won't look at your shoulder blades," Haruka added, hoping to convince Makoto that he was doing perfectly fine.

"Do you promise?"

"With my entire heart…"

With the promise still lingering in the air, Makoto allowed Haruka to take off his T-shirt. It was odd to stand in front of Haruka like this but in a strange way, it was really liberating to Makoto. Haruka's fingers touched Makoto's face again, repeating everything he had done before, but when Haruka touched his chest now, it was spreading even more warmth and the tips of Haruka's fingers were slowly making his body burn.

Haruka stepped aside for a second and he urged Makoto to look at his reflection.

"Do you see this?" Haruka's fingers wandered again, brushing against Makoto's forehead, nose, cheeks, ears, and lips. Makoto nodded and he took the time to keep his eyes focused on his face.

"This is the face I love waking up to, your eyes always sparkle so beautifully and your cheeks flush so adorably when you're embarrassed or aroused. Your nose is so cute and then your lips are the lips I love to taste whether it's morning, noon, afternoon or evening. I cannot seem to get enough of them…" Haruka whispered softly, fully aware that he was giving away a part of himself he never knew he would expose. It's not that Haruka wasn't able to express himself he just didn't like doing it. Doing it now was a huge step but he was willing to take it for Makoto, the love of his life.

"Do you see this?" Haruka's fingers brushed along Makoto's chest and on cue, Makoto's gaze followed Haruka's fingers.

"I love leaning against your chest, it makes me feel safe and secure. It doesn't matter what we are doing, leaning against you makes me feel loved. I love hearing your heartbeat because then I know that you're really here with me."

Makoto gasped at Haruka's words but the raven-haired male wasn't finished yet. Haruka's hands travelled towards Makoto's arms and hands.

"I love having your arms around me, it makes me feel at home. I'm home when I'm in your arms. Holding your hand makes me feel alive because sometimes, you pull me along and sometimes, you hold me down when I get too excited." Haruka's words touched Makoto's heart and he didn't even realise that Haruka had grabbed one of his hands and was about to plant a soft kiss on it. Makoto opened his mouth to form some kind of protest but he couldn't. The kiss was so soft and Makoto barely felt it through the glove. Makoto's heart thudded loudly while he continued looking at Haruka. There was a bright sparkle of love in those pools of sapphire and Makoto wished he could return it somehow. The olive-haired male couldn't help it but when Haruka placed another kiss on his hand, a small smile curved his lips and at that, Haruka's eyes sparkled even more. The more Haruka's eyes sparkled, the wider Makoto smiled and Makoto finally understood what Haruka was trying to say all along.

"I'm still not finished you know," Haruka added, lips curved into a smile. Makoto sighed fondly and he let Haruka continue.

When Haruka placed his hands on Makoto's back, the boy jumped up a little but he didn't back away.

"This is the part of your body that you should be proud of, your back is amazing and did you know that it's curved just so that my face fits in the curve?" Haruka teased and he made sure Makoto knew his eyes were closed before Haruka stood behind Makoto and pressed his face in the curve. Haruka loved spooning and with his face pressed against Makoto's back he would always fall asleep instantly.

"Your back always reminds me of how strong you are." Haruka's whisper ghosted across Makoto's spine and the boy shivered.

"Haru? Are your eyes still closed?"

"Yeah, I promised didn't I?"

"If you… want you can have a look…" Makoto breathed out and it was hard for him to take this step but he felt like he could handle it. Haruka was allowed to at least see his shoulders. He wasn't sure about his hands just yet but this much would be more than okay.

Slowly, Haruka opened his eyes and he looked at the scar on Makoto's right shoulder blade. It was a bit bigger than Haruka expected but it wasn't bad to look at. It still needed to heal quite a bit and Haruka was sure that after a while, it would fade and hardly be visible.

"Makoto?" Haruka asked and he just knew that Makoto was crying right about now. Haruka quickly turned the boy around and used his thumbs to wipe away the stray tears.

"I love it." Haruka added and at that, Makoto opened his eyes and looked at Haruka with horror plastered across his face. How could Haruka say such a thing. The scar looked horrible, how can anyone love it?

"What are you saying?" Makoto asked, unable to grasp the words that Haruka had just uttered.

"It's a part of you now and I love everything about you. Every spot, every blemish and every scar…"

Makoto could tell from the look in Haruka's eyes that the boy wasn't telling lies and Makoto could feel another weight be lifted from his shoulders.

Am I really beautiful? No matter what I think?

"Can I kiss you?" Makoto's question made Haruka melt and Haruka nodded swiftly, locking his hands behind Makoto's neck before their lips met. The kiss was soft and sweet and it swept Haruka away. This was the kiss his body and heart were aching for. Makoto was breathing love into Haruka again and it made Haruka swoon. A familiar pool of desire filled the pit of his stomach but Haruka wouldn't force Makoto into doing anything.

When the kiss ended, Makoto's eyes were sparkling and it hardly took one second for that smile to reappear. It was Haruka's goal to make Makoto smile again and Haruka reached that goal with flying colours. Haruka's lips were captured again and this time, the kiss had a sultry feel, Makoto's tongue slid across Haruka's bottom lip and when Haruka parted his lips and their tongues collided, Haruka felt his body burn with desire.

Your love is like a symphony

Haruka didn't want to come down from the high atmosphere that Makoto brought took him to, he didn't want the kiss to end but it had to eventually. Makoto was panting slightly and Haruka was doing just the same, breathing in each other's air and letting their love mingle in between.

"Do we uhm…" Makoto asked, eyes darting away. Makoto wanted more but he wasn't sure whether this was the right moment. All those days that he didn't feel an ounce of arousal were replaced with a burning feeling all over his body. He yearned for Haruka but he was too afraid to ask. It was a first for Makoto given the fact that he used to be so self-assured and dominating.

"If you want to," Haruka answered softly and Makoto worried at his lip.

"Let me rephrase that, I want us to make love right now." Haruka's answer was loud and clear and Makoto smiled before pressing his lips against Haruka's again.

Boy you make my love life burning higher and higher

Makoto sat against the headboard of the bed, Haruka sitting in his lap, legs on either side of Makoto's. The kissing never stopped and it got more intense with each second that passed. They both took their sweet time exploring each other's mouth, igniting the fire in their bodies. Makoto kept his hands on Haruka's thighs and Haruka regretted the fact that Makoto wouldn't really touch him just yet.

Haruka placed soft kisses on Makoto's cheek and then moved down, peppering his jawline with soft and wet kisses. Makoto tilted his head a little and Haruka slid down a little, trailing his lips along Makoto's neck, sucking and biting along the way. A soft moan rolled off Makoto's lips when Haruka sucked right next to Makoto's Adam's apple. Normally, Makoto would run his hands along Haruka's back but he was afraid to do so. He wanted to touch Haruka badly but not with gloves but without the gloves he would feel…

"Makoto, take them off and touch me, I won't look."

Makoto was shocked that Haruka read what he was thinking and without letting his fear get to him, Makoto took off the gloves, eyes darting towards his hands. Four of his fingers were wrapped with gauze but he didn't dare to look at his hands too long. Makoto's hands were placed on the small of Haruka's back and the raven-haired male leaned in again to press his lips against Makoto's. It didn't take long before Makoto's hands roamed over Haruka's back.

A loud gasp escaped from Makoto's lips as Haruka's tongue flicked over one of his nipples. The nub perked up immediately and Haruka used his teeth to softly scrape over it, making Makoto arch his back in pleasure. Haruka ignored Makoto's bulge that was pressed against his stomach as the raven-haired male trailed kisses lower and lower. Haruka's tongue dipped into Makoto's navel teasingly and a loud gasp bounced off the walls. Makoto was a shivering mess and Haruka took a moment to gaze at the beautiful boy beneath him. Makoto's chest shone with a sheen of sweat and his emerald gems were dark and hazy. Haruka would've never guessed Makoto would want to do this as well. The insecurity seemed to have dissipated and was replaced with lust and love. Haruka couldn't have asked for a better outcome and he was glad he would be able to make love to Makoto again. It had been a while and he just wanted to feel that deep connection with his boyfriend again.

Haruka's hot breath ghosted against Makoto's hip bones and the olive-haired male took a deep breath. It seemed that Haruka would ask his permission for everything and it was fine with Makoto, it made him feel safe because Haruka wouldn't do anything he didn't want him to do.

"It's okay Haru," Makoto breathed out, trying to keep his body in control. It was hard though, his entire body was burning with desire and the love he felt for Haruka. Haruka's fingers hooked under the waistband of Makoto's boxers and it didn't take all that long before Makoto was completely naked. A wash of insecurity crept in Makoto's system and the boy turned his head, his cheeks tinted heavily red.

"You're beautiful," Haruka's words travelled over Makoto's arousal and before Makoto could form any sort of reply or complaint, his body sung with pleasure. Haruka placed firm and wet kisses all over Makoto's length and the olive-haired male couldn't stop shivering and shaking. A loud and somewhat broken moan rolled off Makoto's lips when Haruka's lips engulfed Makoto entirely, applying the right amount pressure he knew Makoto liked. Makoto arched his back and his head was tilted backwards as he let pleasure run through his veins. His insecurities flew out of the window because no matter what, Haruka would always think he was beautiful. Haruka made a show of loving every inch of Makoto's body and he did it with so much grace and love that Makoto couldn't do anything else but believe every touch that Haruka gave him.

"H-H-Haru…" Makoto moaned, hoping that the boy would stop because if he didn't stop the pleasure soon it would be too much and Makoto wanted more. He wanted that blissful feeling of being one. Haruka relented and dipped the tip of tongue in Makoto's slit before sitting up again. Makoto's eyes drank in the sight of his boyfriend, hair tousled, cheeks slightly flushed and lips that were deliciously swollen.

No one can move me the way that you do. Nothing can erase this feeling between me and you

Haruka sat up again and pressed a soft kiss on the tip of Makoto's nose. Soon their lips collided and their tongues were curling around each other, playfully toying around. Makoto's hands roamed over Haruka's back again and they stopped on Haruka's behind and Makoto gave a soft squeeze. He wanted to do more but then he realised that the fingers he needed were wrapped in gauze. When Haruka broke off the kiss, he noticed a bit of hesitance in Makoto's emerald gems.

"What's wrong?" Haruka asked softly, brushing his thumb over Makoto's bottom lip.

"Uhm…" Makoto moved his hands and when Makoto's right hand caressed Haruka's cheek, the raven-haired male immediately closed his eyes. He promised he wouldn't look and he would keep his promise no matter what.

"Haru?" Makoto asked and Haruka opened his eyes. Makoto closed his eyes and showed Haruka his hands. The moment was hard on Makoto and he felt like he was suffocating. He had shown Haruka everything now and it was now or never. A few soft kisses on both of Makoto's hands later, Haruka found himself wrapped in Makoto's arms, holding him close. Haruka listened to Makoto's pounding heart and it was soothing. Everything was how it was supposed to be, Makoto was back and he would never leave again.

"Could you?" Makoto started out hesitantly and Haruka simply nodded, indicating that he knew what Makoto meant. Haruka leaned back a little and grabbed a small bottle of lotion from the bedside table. Makoto sat up a little more and after Haruka took of his boxers he straddled Makoto properly again. Makoto leaned closer and peppered Haruka's neck with soft kisses that soon turned into nips and bites.

Loud moans rolled off Haruka's tongue as the boy used his own fingers to prepare himself. Makoto rolled his hips in a steady rhythm so that their arousals slid against each other. Haruka's body shone with sweat and Makoto's eyes roamed over Haruka's body, taking in every inch of the boy in his lap.

"I'm ready," Haruka panted out and Makoto nodded, nuzzling his face in Haruka's neck and placing a soft kiss.

"Do you want to switch positions or something?" Makoto asked softly, he wanted to make sure Haruka was as comfortable as possible.

"No, I want to be as close as possible." The reply was breathy and clouded with lust. Haruka positioned himself properly and slowly but surely, he sank down, taking Makoto in inch by inch. The way down was long but Haruka was encouraged by the soft gasps and moans that bubbled up from Makoto's throat. Haruka took a moment to relax and get used to the feeling again. It had been a while and even with all the practice he had over the course of their relationship, he still needed a moment for himself. The burning sensation of being stretched was not entirely unwelcome because it reminded him that they were now connected and to Haruka, it was the most beautiful feeling ever.

Makoto used his hands to gently push against Haruka's back so that the raven-haired male would lean a bit closer, chest against chest. Their hearts thudded loudly in their chests and Makoto could clearly feel the beating of Haruka's heart. Haruka rolled his hips a few times before gently lifting himself and then moving down again. Makoto pressed his forehead against Haruka's and they continued to hold each other's gaze while they made love. Moans and gasps bounced off the walls only to mingle in between them again. The pace Haruka had going was slow and steady and it didn't take long for Makoto to take over a little to thrust deeper and faster. Haruka's head hung back and Makoto leaned closer to mouth Haruka's neck, earning himself more broken moans along the way.

They could both feel their climax coming and Haruka let himself slump against Makoto again, his breathing ghosted over Makoto's ear. The little moans in Makoto's ears were enough to make his body release all the desire that had been pent up. Makoto fell over the edge and he took Haruka with him, both of them released a long moan mingled with each other's name. Makoto didn't care that they were sticky or messy because one look in Haruka's glinting sapphire eyes was enough.

"You're so beautiful," Makoto whispered as he pressed a soft kiss against Haruka's lips.

"So are you and please, don't ever forget…"

You have given me joy, you have given me your soul, you've given me pain.

You have given me hope, given me the sun and given me rain.

Baby, give me all that you can.

Please give me your love…

A/N: This is what happens when I have a free afternoon. Oh My God, I hope it wasn't too long!

First of all, I hope you enjoyed this chapter because I had a lot of different feelings while writing this!

I'm sorry for those who expected more Marinka but I changed my mind along the way. Please don't kill or hate me for this!

I also wanted to say that I received mixed reviews and messages about this story. There's a group of people who want more Marinka and then there's a group of people who only want MakoHaru. I tried to please everyone but it's impossible for me to do! Whatever I do or write, there is always someone who isn't happy and I'm sorry for that. It kind of makes me want to stop this story right here and now…

I have never written anything that would earn me more views, reviews, favs and follows. Everything I write is my own decision and I'm proud of what I have written. I'm not writing to become popular, I write because I WANT to. (If I want to be popular, well my job is quite fulfilling when it comes to that so…)

Please don't ask me when the next update will be because I don't know. Right now, I don't know whether there will be another chapter to this story…

Lots of love and thanks for reading! Hope you enjoyed this mid-week update!