Yay! New story! This story won't be updated fast like my other previous ones, so don't say, "Update soon!" in your reviews, or even think of it!

This is, of course, a KyoxYuki. What else? My fave! Oh yeah. It's yaoi for the first part of this story. Heehee…

Disclaimer: I once said that I didn't want to own Furuba, but now I do. Really, really do. I don't know why, actually. But I just want to own it!

Chapter 1: A One Night Stand

Warm hands slid under his shirt and up his chest. He shivered, and the next thing he knew, his shirt was off. He mumbled something to the man on top of him, saying something about his trousers, and that, too, disappeared in a split second, along with his underwear.

He hurriedly undressed the man, giving him butterfly kisses while taking off his shirt, and sliding his hands up and down the man's thighs while taking off his trousers.

The alcohol has gotten deep into their heads, and they couldn't stop what they were doing. This feels great, so why should they stop?

The man on top of him nibbled on his ear and then licked it. Their lips met, and they carelessly bit on each other's, leaving marks and traces of blood.

The man moved down, and he gasped as he began licking and sucking on his length and teasing his entrance.

He cried out when he felt something inside him, and the bad rocked as they moved back and forth. They screamed when they came, and immediately slipped into darkness.

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Yuki's eyes shot open. He was shocked, breathing heavily, and was sweating all over. He blinked in the darkness of the room, trying to erase the images of the dream.

Or was it a nightmare?

"What…? W-Why… Why am I dreaming about that? What…?"

He felt a heavy weight on top of him, something he didn't felt when he woke up, and gasped.

"What… Why is this…?" He was terrified now, and felt a growing pain. The man's head was below his chin, and he caught a breath of orange from the moonlight streaming into the window. His eyes went wide.

"Oh shit oh shit oh shit…!" He tried not to panic, and slowly pushed Kyo onto the bed. He gritted his teeth when Kyo's length slowly slipped out of him, and the pain in between his legs grew and grew.

He looked around the room, and saw that it was Kyo's room. He quietly limped out and went into the bathroom.

In there, his thoughts went wild. How? What? Why?

He tried to remember what happened before that. Images of a drink handed to him flashed through his mind, and then of him being cheered on for drinking about a dozen of them, along with another guy.

Kyo…

He finally remembered that it was Haru's sixteenth 'birthday' party. They 'accidentally' gave him some alcoholic drink, which they 'accidentally' mixed with beer, vodka, whisky, all the alcoholic drinks you can think of.

He growled and mumbled something about killing them tomorrow. He didn't feel the hot water burning his skin, and then stepped out and dried his body. He went to bed, and fell asleep thinking of how to not think of the event that had happened.

The next day, during breakfast, he watched Kyo from the corner of his eyes, popping a few hangover pills and drinking down the whole carton of milk down his throat, and then complaining of a fucking headache and wanting to kill Haru and his friends.

Yuki sighed, relieved. "He didn't remember!" Yuki thought to himself. The pain quickly disappeared, and he also started to forget what happened that night.

He avoided Haru like he avoided his fan girls who were trying to hug him. He tried to avoid him, and that only lasted for two weeks, before Haru forced him to fight with him, and he brought out Black Haru.

After that, everything turned to normal. Except for the headache he started having a month after that night.

The throbbing headaches were always followed by rocks in his stomach, and then throwing up, and more throwing up, and then being forced to take some kind of pills.

Yuki opened his bedroom door, grumbling. He took off his vomit-infested shirt and headed to his closet.

He passed his mirror on the way there, and frowned. "Why am I getting fatter?" he asked his reflection.

His stomach was bulging down. Well, not really. It's like some fat hanging loose around you, but this one it's only your stomach. It was… Well, he's been not fat, and this one just makes him look like a fatso.

He placed a hand on his belly and frowned more. He turned sideways, and he looked like a 'b', but a little thinner. A plate can be placed on top of his belly.

He's seen this before. He made a circling motion with his hand around his belly, and then his eyes slowly grew wide. He gasped, slowly bringing a hand to his mouth and walking back from the mirror.

"No…! No! This can't be…! But I'm a… No! It's impossible!"

He suddenly grew dizzy. Everything around him was spinning and then… darkness engulfed him.

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Whoa… 0.0

Um… I don't know about what, actually…