A/N: Warning for sensual content in the latter half of this chapter! Nothing explicit, but just…teasing. You'll find it after the line break as a marker.

The lights were bright inside of his hotel room.

Yuuji waited. At last the room felt like it was a place lived-in, with the lamps turned up to a sensible degree, the chairs moved and arranged slightly away from the tableside, bedsheets rumpled where a certain somebody had attempted to make the bed and then promptly realized that they had never quite learned how. The doily was left crooked on the coffee-table.

Yuuji sat in the living room, his hands folded, legs occasionally swaying languidly beneath the chair seat. Some ice taken from the in-room bar had helped with his cheek. The pain of impact from that punch had now subsided to a dull throb, and Yuuji had learned that if he didn't focus on it, it was barely even noticeable. Just a blunt sensation to fill his mind and pass the time with if he so pleased.

He didn't know what he was thinking about. Yuuji didn't even realize how much he had been spacing out until a frantic knocking came at the door.

BAM-BAM-BAM

Yuuji leapt up at the sound. The noise was so frenzied that Yuuji couldn't stop himself from immediately rushing across the room to get the door. He paused for a moment once there, setting a hand on the knob while barely remembering to snag a quick look through the peephole. His vision was filled with a flash of blue. He turned the lock.

"Are you okay? What happened?" Yuuji asked, stepping aside to let the door swing open. Nagisa burst into the room, dashing past without a word.

"H-Hey!" Yuuji flinched backwards. A chilled air seemed to follow the man's form—nothing physical, not like a gust of wind, for Yuuji would have felt that. But a shiver, a trace of…something that made a shudder run its fingers up Yuuji's spine, made the hairs rise on the back of his neck. The feeling was dark. The feeling was cold. It felt like the barest brush of scales against his skin. For the briefest of seconds, Yuuji almost hallucinated the image that he had let in a snake.

Nagisa rushed deeper into the room, his blue dress trailing in a whirlwind behind him. Without looking back, he motioned in a flick of the wrist for Yuuji to slam the door shut. Then he started stripping, whipping his dress off and stepping out of harnesses, the straps of weapon holsters, garters, becoming visible and then falling to the floor.

"Hey!" Yuuji called out again, his voice rising to a squeak. He could feel his face go red as he averted his eyes, running to the door and hurriedly swinging it shut.

Nagisa never paused for a second, shedding bracelets and snapping the choker collar from his own neck. He moved in a blur. Within the span of a blink, the dress and accessories had been shoved underneath the bed along with Yuuji's luggage, the makeup case snatched up and disappearing somewhere his vision wasn't fast enough to catch. That all taken care of, Nagisa streaked to the bathroom in a smudge of tan-and-blue and disappeared inside.

Yuuji stood stock-still. His eyes stayed wide, unblinking, unable to process what had just happened.

"Uh… Nagisa?" He addressed the open bathroom door.

In response Yuuji received nothing but the distinct feeling of hostility. It radiated dull and hot through the air, shooting towards him like some kind of dart, a nonverbal warning: 'don't speak my name'.

Just then, Yuuji heard—or rather, felt—the impact of boots tromping down the hall.

A spike of fear shot through Yuuji. Oh, no, Yuuji thought, begging gods that he wasn't even sure really existed. Please don't stop here, please, whatever you do, don't…

The sounds grew louder, louder, until they were right outside Yuuji's door, and then continued on down the hall. It sounded like there were five to eight men out there, and all of them dead serious. For a moment it was silent. Then the sounds of running became louder again, heading back towards Yuuji's doorstep.

Yuuji cringed and cursed inside his head at the sharp sound of knuckles hitting against wood. It sounded almost as if those fools would break the door down if he didn't answer it in time! Heart pounding in his ears, Yuuji moved a shaky hand to answer.

He moved himself up against the wood, pretending to take his time. "Who is it?" he called, face pressed close to the door.

"Hotel security," came the muffled reply. "Open up."

Yuuji did his best to swallow down a scream. Thankfully the people outside wouldn't be able to sense the sweat on his palms. "I-I beg your pardon?"

Yuuji brought his face to the peephole, peering through the lens. Standing on the other side was a pack of at least eight guards, all of them dressed in formal suits and dark sunglasses. Their expressions were serious.

As Yuuji looked, an ID card with a badge was shoved in his face. "For reasons related to this area's security we order that this door be opened. Room check."

Yuuji softly opened the door a crack, undoing the main lock but keeping the chainlock strung across the four-centimeter-wide gap. He peeked through the opening. "Are you kidding me? What's the meaning of this?"

"There's been an accident," the guard standing in front informed him. "We regret to inform you that further details are classified. However, we are searching for the perpetrator as we speak. And we have reason to believe that they might have fled this way."

"An accident? How frightening…" Yuuji said, widening his eyes with fake innocence.

The guard reached into his chest pocket and took out a small photograph, holding it to Yuuji's eye level. On it was a small image of Nagisa in his female disguise, taken from the front. "Have you seen anyone like this woman?" came a rough voice.

Yuuji peered closely, pretending to consider it. "Nope, never seen that person before in my life."

The guard frowned. "This assailant is known as the Blue Lady, and is considered armed and dangerous. We believe it necessary to take all possible precautions. That includes having the authority for room searches."

Yuuji tried to look doubtful. "You're looking for a Blue Lady?" Yuuji repeated, voice volume raised slightly. Dimly, he hoped it would be enough to reach Nagisa in the bathroom. The guards would probably just interpret it as concern or disbelief.

The head guard scowled. "That's right. So in the interest of your own security, sir, please open up."

Behind the doorframe, Yuuji grit his teeth. He couldn't stall any longer. He had to let the men in or it would look too suspicious.

Unable to stop his gaze from flicking to the side once, Yuuji drew back a few centimeters. "So, you want me to let you in so you can have a look around?" he questioned, careful to angle his mouth towards the open bathroom but not too much.

The main guard confirmed with a grim nod, his fingers curling around the edge of the doorframe.

Yuuji hesitated for one second more. Then, with a sigh, he relented. "Alright, alright," he said. "Come on in."

He turned the doorknob and was immediately pressed to the side as men in black suits flooded into the room.

Yuuji stared as they got to work. The men targeted furniture, appliances, spreading out to begin their search with cold, calculating movements almost as if they had rehearsed it. They started poking around, shoving past chairs and sorting through pillows. A few of them even stalked into the kitchen space.

On the side, Yuuji hid the bottom of his face behind one hand, pretending to bite at a thumbnail. He concentrated over the jittering sensation in his chest, doing his best to let only just enough nervousness show. Think. What would someone who had just heard of an at-large criminal for the first time, and had their room forced into, act like? He tried to erase all knowledge of the "Blue Lady" from his mind and consider it with a fresh perspective. Yuuji stared at the guards farthest from him with concern, doing his best to look clueless, confused, should any of them glance back.

Yuuji panicked silently as he watched the security agents push back curtains, rifle through closets, opening up cabinet doors and peering into their corners, digging around to leave nothing unturned, shuffling through each and every clothes drawer no matter how small. They continued through the room, occasionally knocking or pushing on a flat surface inside the closets as if checking to make sure there were no false bottoms. With a jolt, Yuuji realized that he didn't actually know where Nagisa was hiding either. Hopefully he wouldn't find out along with the guards.

His hands shook with the want to do something. But privately, Yuuji realized that he had no idea how best to help. If he did anything, or even tried to redirect their suspicions, it might backfire. Knowing him, it almost certainly would. So instead Yuuji just decided to stay still. Checking to make sure none of the security agents were watching, he closed his eyes in worry. For this, he would have to rely entirely upon Nagisa's powers of deception.

Yuuji bit back a yelp when the agents reached his luggage, one of them bending down to kick underneath the bed. "Hey!" Yuuji shouted when the man reached for the handle in order to investigate further. "Be careful with that! I'll have you know that's my personal property!"

The guard glared up at him. He didn't let go of the bag's handle.

Yuuji tried to meet his gaze with confidence. "You might be able to search this room, but I don't think you have my consent to sort through my personal items. Just try it. I guarantee the fees will be worth more than your life," Yuuji bluffed.

The guard kept his gaze. He shook the suitcase once. Objects clattered around inside, but the sound was faint. The suitcase itself didn't seem to be very heavy. Apparently satisfied, the guard put the suitcase down and shoved it roughly back underneath the bed.

Yuuji let out a sigh, relieved that they hadn't found the incriminating dress. But at the same time, he cut the breath short.

In fact, Yuuji's heartbeat was so loud he almost worried that the more sensitive of the men would be able to hear it, would sense it, would pick up on the blood pumping more quickly through his veins. They would glare at him, snarl, nostrils flaring, and demand to know where he had hidden "her". And Yuuji would have to stammer through a non-answer.

His heartrate skyrocketed as the agents reached the bathroom. Helpless, Yuuji watched as two of the men entered, the first one glancing behind the door while the other began shuffling mercilessly through the cabinet space.

Yuuji began to sense some of the other agents' gazes lingering on him. In response, Yuuji regathered himself and put on his 'slightly worried' expression. TV news anchors had many masks, after all.

After a short while, the two guards who had entered the bathroom reemerged without any indication that they had found something amiss. There had been no sudden shout or gunshot to alert Yuuji that the game was up. And after three more minutes had gone by, Yuuji could tell that the guards were getting frustrated. From what Yuuji could tell, they had already checked everything at least once.

He couldn't risk letting the guards do a second sweep through. Yuuji quietly cleared his throat. "If you boys can't find anything, then I might suggest you leave," he said, his tone promising more of a threat than he really felt up to making.

The guards scowled, but looked around the room as if lost. They didn't seem to have any new piece of evidence. One of them batted unenthusiastically through the curtains again.

With a little foot-tapping and some arched eyebrows, along with meaningful glances thrown at the head guard, Yuuji was able to prod them slowly towards the exit. The men cast a few last looks around as they went. If the situation weren't so serious, Yuuji might have laughed. Their expressions looked so frustrated. They must have really been expecting to find something.

"Now see, I told you there was nothing here," Yuuji said. His eyebrows furrowed as he played into the role of a spoiled media-tycoon heir who had just been made to endure a waste of their valuable time. Still, his voice struggled to transform all the triumph that he felt into anger. He attempted to play it off as smugness instead. "Best of luck with finding that Lady elsewhere," he sneered as the last of the agents guided themselves out the door.

"And if you ever wrongfully accuse me again, I'll sue you!" Yuuji called out, one hand cupped to his mouth. In the doorway, the final guard paused. He looked back for a moment to give what Yuuji surmised must have been a glare, before disappearing around the edge of the door and slamming it shut.

The sound of boots tromped away down the hall. And Yuuji stood alone inside the center of the room.

After ten minutes, Yuuji's ears stopped straining to hear every little sound. The miniscule trembling in his arms and legs began to quiet, the stress pinching around his heart slowly beginning to relax. Even then, he waited two minutes more, in case the guards inexplicably came back.

Then he got up and made his way over to the bathroom.

Yuuji walked inside, the doorway falling away behind him like the border to some unknown world. The room was beige and white, with mottled marble countertops slick enough to reflect the soft lighting. The appliances were all snowy white. Everything was quiet and still. Yuuji cast a glance around. He shifted uncertainly on his feet. "They're gone," he whispered into the void.

A clatter came from over by the toilet. Yuuji fought the urge to jump out of his skin as Nagisa slowly appeared, a stack of towels falling over as the man unfolded himself from behind the toilet seat. "Phew," the man breathed once he was out in the open. "Now that was exciting."

Yuuji stared openly. "Y-you were hiding behind the toilet," he said, dumbfounded.

Nagisa blinked at Yuuji. "Well, yeah. I could fit. It wasn't easy, but I was running on instinct, okay?" Nagisa turned slightly and pointed behind him. "Besides, the wastebasket and towel pile hid me from the sides."

Yuuji looked. On the side facing him was a lined wastebasket, the decorative holes in its bamboo sides covered up by the white liner within. And on the other side, where Nagisa had emerged from, was a thick stack of folded, fluffy towels.

"How did you fit back there?" Yuuji muttered. More than that, he had done this all on instinct? Yuuji was impressed.

Nagisa stretched, letting out a small groan. "Practice and lots and lots of panic," the young man sighed. Then he looked back up at Yuuji. "But hey. Thanks for covering for me."

Yuuji blinked. "Huh? Oh, uh, yeah. No problem." Then he glanced down and blushed. "Also, um…your clothes."

Nagisa looked down at himself, completely nude. "Oh. Right."

He calmly stood up, gently stretching out his legs as he rose. Nagisa walked out of the bathroom as casual as could be. But following from behind, Yuuji could see that the man was still slightly on alert, a certain stiffness latent in his limbs as if in case one of the guards was still lurking about.

Thankfully, once back in the living room the young man's suspicions seemed to fade. His assassin instincts must have concluded that they were no longer in danger. Nagisa started to put some clothes on, retrieving an outfit from his small black backpack which he had hidden inside of Yuuji's suitcase. As he opened the luggage container, Yuuji saw a flash of the incriminating dress within, as billowy and lovely as ever. Soon Nagisa was dressed in slacks and a soft blue shirt, complete with a vest. Yuuji stared at him once the young man was fully dressed. When had he put his stuff in there? Yuuji didn't know.

Nagisa sighed and turned around, running one hand through his hair. He hadn't had the time to undo the style in all his rush, and some makeup from before still dusted his face. "I'm sorry, Yuuji," he confessed. "This is exactly why I didn't want you to get involved. Things are…never certain in my profession. Hopefully you're not too shocked." Nagisa frowned. "At least that actually went rather well. Things could have gotten…messy."

Yuuji shook his head. "No, I'm the one who should be apologizing," he said, a stab of guilt suddenly bursting through his chest. "They were so close. They knew where you were, Nagisa. They almost got you because I…"

He was going to say because he had messed up, because he had gone out on a date with "her", had maybe led the guards back to their location, had let them inside the room, but just then, Yuuji's thoughts were interrupted by the soft touch of Nagisa's hand on his cheek.

"Hey," the young man said, his voice a well of calm. His other hand came up to the opposite side of Yuuji's face. A thumb wisped gently along the curve of Yuuji's left cheek. "It's okay now. You're safe, Yuuji? Are you alright?"

There was genuine concern on his face. Yuuji could see it as he gazed down, Nagisa looking back up at him, his expression filled with gentle worry, eyes speaking volumes of the events that had just occurred, words holding an honest interest in Yuuji's well-being. Yuuji almost couldn't believe it. Given the man's certainly far-more-dangerous situation earlier this evening, he couldn't imagine why Nagisa would be worried about him.

Still, he thought, nothing had ever felt so soothing as the warmth of Nagisa's hands on his cheeks.

"Yes," Yuuji confirmed. "I'm alright." He closed his eyes.

Then Yuuji looked back up, directly meeting Nagisa's gaze. "And you're safe, Nagisa?" Yuuji asked, one of his hands coming up to meet the one on his right cheek. "Are you alright?" His eyes swept over Nagisa for a second, as if searching for wounds.

Nagisa looked back at him, shocked. Then he dropped his gaze, a shy smile sneaking across his face. Yuuji could tell what he was thinking. Yuuji always managed to ask if Nagisa was okay, even if no one else did—perhaps especially then. The young man was so capable that it seemed almost silly at times to ask, but still. Yuuji couldn't help but care. He didn't understand why nobody else ever seemed to ask the most important question of all.

Nagisa nodded. "Yes. I'm fine," he confirmed.

Yuuji felt his shoulders sag with relief. Words felt suddenly unnecessary. There was no need to speak when the most important thing in all of existence was them, right here, right now, standing whole and alive in this moment.

After a few minutes of shared silence, Nagisa pulled away. He nodded. "Then, there's nothing to worry about," the young man said. "We made it through, and that's all that matters."

He walked past Yuuji, strides purposeful, likely off to do some other task or to focus on properly packing away everything and erasing all evidence of the Blue Lady.

In his absence, Yuuji let out a breath. He cast a glance around, feeling almost as if he were coming back to his senses—as if surfacing from a place deep underwater. Yuuji wondered what he should do now. What was one supposed to do, exactly, after just barely escaping a shakedown by intimidating private guards?

On a side table, the small black shape of a remote caught his eye. Yuuji reached for it with fingers that only shook a little. Maybe there was something on TV.

For the next small while, things were almost normal inside their hotel-room hideaway. Nagisa recommended that they both lay low for the rest of the night, waiting through the hours until they could be sure that the guards had finally called off their search.

So Yuuji didn't even notice really, or care, when Nagisa started putting on the dress again.

"Hey, Yuuji."

Yuuji spared a glance behind him. He had long ago turned the television off, bored with what was available. A confused frown passed over his face as he saw Nagisa's outfit, but he decided to let it go. "Yeah?"

The young man fidgeted in his dress, his back mostly turned. "So you really do like your job?" he asked, one hand flicking towards the calendar app open on Yuuji's phone.

Yuuji glanced down at it. "Yeah," he said. "It's been pretty different from what my parents expected me to do, but it's a nice compromise. And my station's been really nice to me, too. Most people don't get to become main newsanchors without a few more years of experience, but… Eh, I guess they liked what they saw."

"That's nice," Nagisa said, his voice carrying a smile. There was a brief pause. Then, "I…really am sorry that it took so long for us to meet," Nagisa apologized.

Yuuji chuckled. "Hey, don't worry about it. We already made up, right?" He stood and walked over to the wastebasket, flicking away a crumpled scrap of notepad paper that had been used to fill in his schedule.

"Still…" Yuuji could almost picture Nagisa twirling a finger through his blue hair. The man seemed to have wandered closer behind him. "I feel awful about it. Do you ever...think that we should make up for it?"

Yuuji frowned. He turned toward Nagisa, fixing the other man with a semi-stern look. "Nagisa. Look. It's fine. I don't want you to feel like you owe me anything. Just…" Yuuji scratched the back of his head. "I'm really glad that we got to know each other again and all, but you don't have to 'make up for lost time' or anything. I mean, earlier was great but, if you don't want to do those things again, that would be okay too. You can't trade years away for…for sex, anyway." Yuuji glanced to the side, a light blush threatening to rise on his cheeks. "Besides, that's…that's not how I think of you. Um. I mean, I see you as much more than that."

He nodded quickly, before he could get any more embarrassed, and strode back towards the desk. "So yeah, how 'bout we just…do whatever we want? See what happens?"

As he passed by, Nagisa blinked. The young man looked genuinely touched for a moment. He glanced down, expression pensive behind a curtain of blue hair. Quietly, Yuuji heard him mumble, "Do whatever we want…hmm?"

Nagisa looked up. "Alright. I've decided. Have you?"

Yuuji quirked an eyebrow, pausing in his steps and turning to look back. "Um…not really. That was fast-"

"Perhaps I could offer a suggestion."

Nagisa lunged. His arms wrapped around Yuuji's arms, slender limbs curling around his torso in an embrace, lips pressing against Yuuji's own in a kiss, their bodies brought suddenly together. Yuuji's eyes flew wide with shock. The next thing he knew, his sense of balance lurched in a blur of motion as the two of them fell backwards with a thump.

The first thing Yuuji did was wince. Oww. Then he opened his eyes and felt his heart skip an entire beat. The two of them were on the floor, Nagisa on top of him.

"Y'know, I was thinking…" Nagisa spoke. A sultry purr edged his voice. "I just realized we never really got to fully enjoy this outfit. Figured I might break it out again for a bit longer." His hand traced slowly down Yuuji's shoulder and neck, coming to rest at his collarbone.

Yuuji sucked in a shaky breath. He looked at Nagisa looming above him, the man's hair blue as the sky, wisping about his face like clouds, his deep sapphire eyes half-lidded, dress a cascade of midnight folds and twinkles.

"N-Nagisa…" Yuuji stuttered out. He couldn't believe this. What was happening?

Nagisa's face held a quiet, coy smile. He tilted his head and smirked.

He touched lightly, moving his hands along Yuuji's chest and arms, softly bringing one finger up to rest for a moment against Yuuji's bottom lip before lifting it away. He talked slowly, voice low. For one moment Nagisa bent in closer, arcing his back in a way that emphasized his chest-

Yuuji tore his eyes away. No! He wouldn't think about that. Nagisa wasn't a woman. But he looked so… Against his will, Yuuji's resolve faltered. A certain paralysis seemed to spread throughout his limbs. This wasn't…this was…

"I'm fascinated by you, Yuuji," Nagisa said, his voice a fond murmur. His gaze swept across Yuuji in a long, appreciative arc. "Wouldn't you say the same for me? Wouldn't you want me? Even like this?"

Yuuji's thoughts were going haywire. "I, um," he stuttered. He shifted for a moment, as if trying to back away. But all of a sudden, Yuuji's attention began to wander, eyes caught by the sheen of the fabric against Nagisa's skin, thoughts captured by the flow and flutter of the skirt piled around his legs. "Yes?" Yuuji squeaked. "But Nagisa, I-"

"Do you like me like this?" Nagisa asked. His touch ghosted across the top of Yuuji's shoulder while he spoke. "Is it something you've been thinking about?" The light sensation of his fingers danced up Yuuji's neck, flitting enough to leave aftershocks wherever they alighted. "Something you might have remembered while you were alone?" Yuuji shivered. "Something you've been…imagining?" He gazed down at Yuuji with a heavy stare.

Yuuji held Nagisa's gaze. His breathing was growing heavy again, his eyes held captivated, frozen. His mind was empty but at the same time felt filled with a new sensation. Every bit of him seemed to be on edge, hands gripping the carpet, desperate to reach up and touch Nagisa but knowing that somehow, no, he couldn't.

Nagisa had taken off the makeup and put his hair back up in short pigtails, but that didn't make him any less charming. In fact, now that he was more recognizable to Yuuji, he might have been even more attractive this w-

No! Yuuji reeled on the floor, struggling to avoid reconciling the feeling of Nagisa with the image of the beautiful seductress in front of him. Nagisa wasn't like that. He didn't have petite shoulders, all soft and inviting. He didn't have wider hips, the dress fitting his supple figure to a T. He didn't have the long, thick lashes, each bat of them enough to send men toppling to their knees and speed up someone's heartrate. But still, eyes sweeping over the sight before him, Yuuji couldn't quite stop his thoughts from wandering in a certain direction. This person was right in front of him. This was the Blue Lady, here, right on top of him, all for him…

"Weren't you awfully surprised when I walked down those stairs, Yuuji?" Nagisa murmured again, the tips of his fingers exploring over Yuuji's body. "Wouldn't you have just loved to be sending glances at me all night? Or were you anyway, and I just never picked up on it?

Yuuji's breath caught in his throat. "Na-gi-sa," he whined in response. Dimly, Yuuji realized that his voice had become more of plead than a protest.

Nagisa looked down at him, pleased.

Summoning the last of his rationality, Yuuji fidgeted and blushed, trying to move so that Nagisa wasn't sitting over him quite so directly. Was he…? Yes. It was a little embarrassing, but Nagisa's actions were having a certain effect on him down below. Maybe the man wouldn't notice if Yuuji just-

A smirk from Nagisa told Yuuji that the jig was up. Yuuji bit the inside of cheek to stifle a groan.

Maybe at least that would convince Nagisa to treat him a bit more indulgently? Yuuji's fogged-up thoughts were disappointed when Nagisa leaned forward only to whisper in his ear, Yuuji's limbs going stiff at the man's enticing words, his every fiber of being seeming to drink in Nagisa's presence until the young man withdrew, leaving Yuuji pining and feeling strangely empty, wishing for more.

"Nngh…" Yuuji bit his lip. He yearned to touch Nagisa but stayed put, a slave to Nagisa's every move and ministration. The rules here were clear. Nagisa could touch wherever he wanted. Yuuji could only sit and bear it. On this floor, he was entirely at Nagisa's mercy.

Besides— Yuuji's fingers gripped the floor. If he reached up to take what was being offered here, then wouldn't it be like admitting that he was enamored with this female persona? That would be losing, that would be… Nagisa wouldn't… But oh god, for a moment Yuuji almost considered it.

The next few minutes felt like glorious torture. Yuuji trembled with desire at every tease and tantalization. He didn't say a word, didn't need to, the expressions on his face and the silent longing broadcasted by his body being the only communication Nagisa needed to see. Yuuji closed his eyes as something like a mix of pain and pleasure shot through him.

Each brush of Nagisa's skin against his felt like lightning, every soft breath and blink feeling as if it was blessed by the gods themselves, every whispered word sending tremors down Yuuji's spine and raising him even more up on edge. Heat surged through him. He wanted. He wanted. Dear god, Yuuji wanted. But every time his hand started to lift up from the carpet, Nagisa would gently press it back down.

Now that he had gotten some attention from Nagisa, Yuuji felt strangely hollow whenever those sensations from earlier weren't upkept. He found himself wishing that Nagisa would touch him again, that he would lean just a bit closer, just a millimeter further and bestow upon Yuuji even the tiniest scrap of sensation, the smallest sign of his favor, because now suddenly it was all Yuuji could think about and all that he was, his entire being wrapped up in staring at this gorgeous man before him, life itself not worth living if it wasn't filled to the brim with Nagisa's presence in every single sublimely excruciating moment.

The pressure built. That light kiss from before flitted through Yuuji's mind again. It tortured him now. He burned with want for it, with need, feeling it almost tingling on his own lips, shivering with the memory of it. He had to have it back—he wanted it so bad, so bad, so bad.

The sound of his breathing and heartbeat were too loud. Suddenly Yuuji couldn't concentrate on anything at all. He closed his eyes, begging silently for release, any sort of release.

The dress shifted around Yuuji and he gasped. He felt hypersensitive to each push and pull of fabric. His gaze stayed locked on Nagisa above him, Nagisa in blue and indigo and so beautiful in this dress, but a dress that Yuuji was certain he must hate to wear. Yuuji's fingers twitched. He clenched his teeth against the unbearable pressure. He felt so hot, so teased, and so confused. God, why was Nagisa doing this to him?

"N…Nagisa," Yuuji sighed out, closing his eyes and tilting his chin upwards in surrender as if to drink from a fountain that he could never quite reach. This was pure agony. This was heaven. This was hell. "I…"

Then, at the very height of his emotions, Nagisa pulled away. Yuuji heard him give a little sigh, the warmth of Nagisa's hand fading from Yuuji's chest as Nagisa rocked back to stare down at him with a contented expression. "Well, that's enough," Nagisa said, his tone satisfied but not dismissive. "I think I'm done for now."

He got up, unfolding his limbs and removing himself from Yuuji, the ruffles of his dress shifting and following along with him. Slowly, Nagisa stood up, then straightened his skirt and walked away.

Yuuji was left adrift. He stared after Nagisa for a bit, his expression slack, bereft. Nagisa had left him arms empty, desires unfulfilled, and his pants most definitely all too tight around the center. A feeling of indignation flashed through Yuuji. He didn't… He couldn't just… How dare he?

Yuuji bit his bottom lip. Now that the inciting presence had been removed, the blast of clear thought through his head was a shock, coming upon him almost like a gust of wind. Once the fog began to fade, his mind felt almost painful in its clarity.

Struggling to gather his wits, Yuuji shakily moved to sit up. He shook his head, bracing one hand against his brow. All of his thoughts were filled with the color blue, with gentle curves, with soft twinkles and the searing feeling of want, of deep, all-encompassing infatuation. Of Nagisa in a dress and—Yuuji gulped—how alluring he had seemed just then. Yuuji stared at his hands, conflicted. He wasn't supposed to like Nagisa as a girl, right? He loved him as a man. So, why…? One thing was for sure: Nagisa had given him an image that he would never forget.

Yuuji cast a glance in the direction Nagisa had gone. He felt so confused.

What had that been all about?

Afterword: Huh. I just realized that this is probably the only nsfw YuujixNagisa work out there, including any fanart… well, hope you all enjoy it. :D;

Next chapter will be the final one! It will be very short, and serve as a transition to the third and final installment of this relationship… and no, I can't believe I'm doing this either! O_O