Disclaimer: I need a drink.

Hiroki: That is not a disclaimer.

Chey: *walking away*

Nowaki: Chey-chan, get back here and do the disclaimer.

Chey: In a minute.

Hiroki: Missy, get to it.

Chey: *drinking* Okay okay, I own nothing.

Nowaki: There you go, now start the chapter.

Chey: I'm on it.

Act Five Part Two

Hiroki kissed Nowaki passionately with his arms wrapped around his neck while Nowaki ran his hands over his teenage lover's bare torso. Hiroki gasped at the touch of Nowaki's cold fingertips on his lean stomach before dipping lower to play with his waistband with one hand while the other slid up to toy with a nipple. "Nowaki…" Hiroki gasped out before Nowaki caught him up in another passion laden kiss.

"Hiro-san, I love you." Those words, repeated over and over again as Nowaki kissed and licked and sucked his way down Hiroki's slender chest and belly. Hiroki leaned back against the bookcase behind him as Nowaki removed his pants and underwear to lick the tip of his raging erection.

Pleasure rippled through him, reducing him to moans and whimpers he tried to hide with a fist in his mouth. "Let me hear you, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured. The moment Hiroki removed his fist, Nowaki engulfed him. He yelped, covering his mouth once more as the pleasure doubled. It had been so long…he cried out desperately against his hands as the sensations built and built until he came crying out his true love's name.

Nowaki wasn't sated yet though. He freed himself from the confines of his Jeans and pulled the exhausted Hiroki into his lap, abruptly shoving two cum slicked fingers into Hiroki's extremely tight entrance. Hiroki gasped at the pain before Nowaki found his prostate and struck the ball of nerves over and over, sending the student into oblivion. Then he lifted the boy by his hips and positioned him over his erection and slowly lowered him onto it.

It filled Hiroki so completely. Only Nowaki made him feel this way. No other man could take him the way Nowaki could. He felt his eyes filling with tears. He let them drip against Nowaki's shoulder as he held on tight until they came together and slid to the floor, utterly exhausted.

"I love you," Hiroki whispered suddenly, looking at Nowaki with tear stained eyes. "I love you…"

"I love you too, Hiro-san," Nowaki murmured back pressing a kiss to his lover's silky, dark hair.

Hiroki's eyes looked vaguely at Nowaki's chest where his head rested. He watched the way it rose and fell, the heart beneath it still beating rapidly. It occurred to Hiroki that Nowaki was everything to him. He was Hiroki's true love and he would never love anyone like this ever again.

…

Once Hiroki's legs weren't so limp and wobbly, he got to his feet to find his clothes. "I have to back to Akihiko's."

"Come home with me."

"All my clothes are there."

"You don't need to wear clothes."

"Baka," Hiroki growled. He pulled on his pants and buttoned them. "Where's my shirt?"

"You didn't have one."

"Oh yeah, I left it in the office." Hiroki started to walk out but Nowaki, who was still on the floor, reached up and tugged on his wrist. "Don't."

"What? He's gone by now."

Nowaki's eyes were pleading but Hiroki just rolled his and stumbled off. He found Takatsuki Sensei's light still on but his shirt was hung on the doorknob so he just took it with a silent thank you. Nowaki, who'd followed him picked up his hand as soon as it was through the sleeve and kissed it. "Let's go."

"Yeah."

They dashed through the rain together, holding hands. Nowaki was laughing and watching Hiro-san hurry along with the focused expression of someone determined to not have fun in the rain. It was so adorable.

"Hurry up!" Hiroki snapped.

"Yes, yes…"

They reached the apartment complex where Hiroki had stayed last night. "It's really big, Nowaki said looking up.

"The apartment itself is far too big for any one person," Hiroki muttered.

"But you said your friend was staying here too."

"Temporarily." Hiroki punched in the password and dragged his lover inside then to the elevator.

On Misaki's floor, they got off and headed to the end of the hall.

Hiroki opened the unlocked door, Misaki was very bad about that, and stepped inside. "Come in," he murmured to Nowaki. He slipped out of his shoes and went into the main part of the apartment. "I'm ba—" He stopped talking abruptly at the sight before him. Akihiko was lying on his back on the couch beneath Misaki sensei who was eagerly kissing the teenager. Akihiko didn't seem to have a problem with it though; not the way his hands were running up and down Misaki's slim back. "Oi!" Misaki heard the cry and leapt off of the teenager beneath him, blushing a bit.

Akihiko's eyes went wide as he looked to see his best friend standing in the doorway. "Ah…Hiroki, I thought you were going to go make up with your boyfriend." He noticed said boyfriend standing in the entrance as well. "Hello, um, this isn't what it looks like."

Hiroki raised an eyebrow. "It's not?"

Akihiko grimaced and said, "Okay, so it's exactly what it looks like." He looked over at Sensei who was now a brilliant shade of red. "Sensei? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, excuse me." He went into the kitchen.

Akihiko was smirking a bit. "Huh, I guess he's a bit shy of getting caught by strangers. I never knew." Akihiko locked that away for deeper inspection later and focused on Hiroki. "Did you come for your stuff?"

"Yeah…I'll just get it and get out of your way." Hiroki hurried upstairs to grab all of his stuff, most of which he hadn't bothered to unpack and then hightailed it back downstairs. "Let's go," he said to Nowaki.

"Uh, yes."

"See you at school, Akihiko," Hiroki said.

"Later," Akihiko relied. He watched as Hiroki and Nowaki left holding hands before going to look for Misaki. He noticed his attitude, which had always been relatively was becoming even more so. It must be Sensei's influence, even if the older man was uncomfortable getting caught by strangers. He found it rather cute especially since the guy flirted so openly in public. Was it a front? Akihiko smirked when he saw Misaki in the kitchen, sitting on the counter and waiting for him. A pleasant warmth fluttered up in his chest.

Time to get back to where they'd left off, Akihiko decided even as Misaki spread his legs for him and wrapped them around his waist as he stepped between them and leaned forward to meet the mangaka's lips.

To be continued…

Chey: Okay so I lied, they are going to be three parts…or at least, two and a half. The next one might be short but don't cry at me because it means that volume two is finally almost done

Hiroki: Yay…two down…only 11 more and counting to go.

Chey: Party Pooper. I thought we'd already established that I'd be writing this story until the end of time.

Hiroki: God we're so screwed.

Chey: Yes…yes you are, now my lovely readers, please review and love will surround you in its wondrous warmth.

Akihiko: Kinky.

Chey: Shut up.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika