Disclaimer: Prince of Tennis belongs to Konomi Takeshi
A/N: My new multi-chapter NiouKiri story. Featuring: Sweet Pair and... Maybe some others! xD (If you want a certain pair (excluding Niou and Kirihara) just ask me and I'll see what I can do)
Warning: Yaoi, don't like don't read. Simple as that.

All alone, Kirihara tried to search for his sanctuary in the world.

Now that he had given up, he thinks, maybe, just maybe, he has found it.

But then again...

"I'm sorry, Akaya. I have to go. I can't help you any..." a pause and a quiet sob, "anymore."

The door closed.

Kirihara saw this coming long before, so he kept on staring out the window. I won't call you home. The raven won't bother you anymore and call you back.

The thunder and the rain should've been a clear enough warning.

Kirihara was leaning on the counter, looking out the window of the tiny coffee shop as the rain plummeted down onto the street. No one was in the shop... Who wants a coffee at three in the morning? Man, why did Cid make this coffee house open 24/7? Everyone stops coming at around eight and then I'm left here all by myself.

All night

Alone

God I hate Cid so much right now. Just because I don't go to school like a normal seventeen year old, doesn't mean you can do this to me! Kirihara yelled in his head.

He continued staring out of the window and started to think about the other night. The ebony haired boy guessed it was his fault anyway. I mean... I am a little clingy... I guess... but... I get lonely easily... This raven wants someone close to them. Kirihara sighed.

"I wonder who I can call." he asked himself.

"You can always call me," a voice replied.

Kirihara jumped back and looked at the owner of the voice, Goddamit! I thought I was alone! He smiled nervously at the man. He looked around Kirihara's age although he had never seen him around here before, his wet silver hair stuck to his face and his icy-blue eyes seemed to dance in the dim lights. "No thanks..." The green eyed boy said as he pulled a pad and pen towards him, "I'm not really into people who think the 'drowned rat' look is cool."

Oh yeah, I am so awesome right now. He praised himself on the inside at the smart remark he made.

Then Kirihara remembered he was at work.

Well, shit.

"Uh..." He looked down at the pad and tapped the pen on it a couple of times. Looking back up with his best smile he asked: "What would you like?"

The guy just laughed at him

Seriously?! What did he do to merit this... this... gorgeous guy who is soaked to the bone from the rain to laugh at him?

Whoa... hold the phone! I did not just say he was gorgeous. Dammit! Snap out of it Akaya! You're working!

"I'll have a large Chocolate Macadamia Frap!" he said after he finished laughing at Kirihara. He planted both hands on the counter and leaned in towards the smaller boy, "can I get you as a side-order?" he asked, looking at Kirihara up and down.

Kirihara felt very nervous suddenly and felt heat rise up on his cheeks. "Sorry," He mumbled, "I'm not for sale." I really don't get it... He thought, starting on the drink. Do I have a giant sign pointing above me saying GAY or something that random guys decide to flirt with me?

The stranger laughed again and turned around so he could lean on the counter, elbows planted on it behind him. "Guess that means you're taken, hm?" he asked with a lazy smile on his face.

Kirihara gave small scoff. "Would you like cream?" he asked, ignoring the other's question.

"Nope," he turned around and smirked at the boy, "unless it from you." He said with a lick of the lips and a wink.

Kirihara stared at him wide-eyed and looked back at the drink he was preparing. What is with this guy?! He thought as he added a chocolate sauce swirl on top of the drink. He doesn't even know my name and he's saying such... things! Kirihara shouted in my mind.

Kirihara put the lid on the cup and stuck a black straw in it, handing it to him he lowered his head slightly, "Enjoy..." he managed to mumbled out.

The taller man took the drink happily and walked out of the shop and into the pouring rain. Kirihara glanced out the window to see him enjoying the cold drink while walking the cold rain.

"What a weirdo..." he said to himself

But that didn't stop him from staring at his retreating form.

Strong hands tightened their hold around his neck, dragging the older man onto his heated body. Lips met in the mix, passionately searching for each other. Tongues fought while fingers fumbled to remove clothing.

The question in the younger boy's mind that kept swirling around like a never-ending-merry-go-round was 'why does he love me?' As far as the younger knew, he had done nothing to earn his friend's love. Nothing at all. All he had done was provide the older man some way to release his lust.

So this was pure lust?… But he had told the younger he loved him…

Confusion swept through the younger one as his eyes watched the index finger slowly travel from his chest to his hipbone. He couldn't take it anymore. He needed to know.

"Do you lov-ve me?" was the stammered question from the younger

"Why?" asked the sex-driven older male.

"B-because," stammered the brown eyed teenager.

"Do you love me?" questioned the older, throwing the question right back.

"P-perhaps..."

Growling in frustration Kirihara threw the book he had been reading across the living room. With a huff, he stood up and strode over the kitchen in his tiny apartment room. Damn, it was like the whole world was against him! Now the current book he was reading sounded like his relationships.

Grabbing a mug from the cabinet above the jug he just switched on he heard his neighbours begin fighting again.

"For Christ sakes!" he mumbled out opening the draw and momentarily stopping when he heard smashing glass. He sighed and grabbed a spoon out from the draw, closing it with his hip he started to make a coffee for himself.

Once Kirihara had sat back down on the couch, knees brought up to his chest and the mug resting just before his lips so he could smell the sweet aroma, he heard a knock on the door.

He growled and slowly put his mug on the table in front of the couch and made his way to the door.

It was barely open before a rushing red head came dashing into the room. "Akaya, thank god you are here! You see, I was at this expo thing right? I was there with Jirou and then he suddenly asked why I loved him and I couldn't think of anything to say so I was like 'you know why.' And he was like 'no I don't, that's why I asked.' And I was like, 'you're cute!' I mean what the hell! 'You're cute!' That was all I could come up with!"

"Breath Marui! Breath..." Kirihara said calmly.

Marui took a deep breath from having said all that in one; he exhaled and stared at Kirihara expectantly.

"What...?" Kirihara asked a little nervous at the stare.

Marui threw his arms up in the air dramatically and stalked over to the couch, plopping on to it he grabbed Kirihara coffee and took a sip, immediately sticking his tongue out and putting it back on the table, "Bleh... Coffee..."

Kirihara squawked and rescued his coffee. Sitting on the other side of the couch, he turned his body slightly, one leg on the couch, to get ready for the on slaughter of Marui to tell Kirihara what happened again but in more detail.

It never came.

There was a pregnant silence until Kirihara cleared his throat. "Well... what do you need my help for again?" he asked, raising one eyebrow.

Marui sighed, "I think Jirou's mad at me." He said with a sad expression crossing his features. "I love him because he is cute? What the hell was I thinking?!" Marui's face met his open palms.

"You weren't..." Kirihara mumbled, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Shut it, Brat!" Marui grumbled. Placing his arms back on his lap he leaned forwards a little, spotting the book Kirihara had just been reading. "Anyway, you're into the whole romance thing, right?" he asked turning his gaze onto the younger boy.

Kirihara could see the hopefulness in his eyes and sighed. "Yeah, I guess." Taking another sip of his coffee, Kirihara knotted his eyebrows together in thought. "Actually... I think I might know what you can do." He said with a devilish smile.

Marui brightened up at this and sat on the edge of the couch, ready to soak up everything Kirihara said like a sponge.

Kirihara placed the large bouquet of flowers by the door, placing the envelope on top of them so Jirou could see it was for him, he quickly rang the door bell and made a mad dash for the bushes Marui was currently hiding in.

Watching the door open, Kirihara herd Marui's breathing hitch. Suddenly Marui was out of the bush and storming to the door. The man, that obviously wasn't Jirou, was holding the envelope and when he saw Marui coming towards him he raised his eyebrows.

"Who the hell are you and what the fuck are you doing in Jirou's house?!" Marui demanded, glaring grim death at the other man.

Kirihara recognized the man standing in the doorway as the guy who came into the coffee shop the other night drenched. He kept behind the bushes, hoping like hell that Marui wouldn't rat him out.

The silver haired guy just chuckled. "Chill man I'm just a friend." He said handing the envelope back to Marui.

Marui snatched it away and soon Jirou came out, "What's going on?" he asked, a small frown on his face.

"Ji-Ji! Who is this guy?!" Marui practically whined.

Kirihara bit his lip to stop from laughing and ended up losing his balance and falling over. Only the guy from the coffee shop was looking over at the bush Kirihara was hiding behind, Jirou was busy trying to calm Marui down, explaining that he was just a friend whom he hadn't seen in years.

Marui sniffed and looked over at the bush Kirihara was in. "You can come out now."

Kirihara swore in his head and slowly came out from behind the bushes, a tint of red gracing his cheeks. He smiled awkwardly and gave a small wave, "hey Jirou... Jirou's friend..." Kirihara greeted.

"Akaya!" Jirou squealed and gave him a hug, which Marui cried out 'Where's my hug?!'

Jirou shot over and gave Marui a hug and a kiss, thanking him for the flowers, grabbing both Marui's and Kirihara's hand he led them inside his house, the silver haired boy closing the door after them, placing the flowers on a table beside the door.

"Oh, right." Jirou said, "Guys, this is Niou! He's an old friend of mine. We go wa-ay back!" Jirou explained with a huge grin on his face.

Niou gave a two fingered salute and kept his eyes glued on Kirihara, "Yo," he said, giving a wink in Kirihara's direction.

Kirihara wasn't sure if he should swoon and punch him in the face. He decided he'd just go for standing there like a lamp post.

"Niou," Jirou said, gaining said person's attention which Kirihara was greatful for, "this is Bun-Bun, my boyfriend, and his friend, Kirihara Akaya!" he said, hugging Marui's arm and pointing at Kirihara.

Niou hummed and examined Marui. "I've heard a lot about you." He said with a smirk.

Marui grinned, "Yeah? Like what?" he asked, "that I'm a tensai?"

Niou scoffed, "Nah, that you're a complete jerk." He said, walking towards the kitchen, hands linked behind his head.

Marui stood there, gapping while Kirihara snorted and started giggling.

A/N: So...? Whaddya think? And, before anyone asks, yes it is slight AU... I've never done an AU before so it's not hard out AU... just slight...
Akaya works at a coffee shop and reads smut Yaoi novels... xD I really like it! Haha xD
Like I said before, wanna see a pairing, just tell me and I'll try my best!