I had this kind of idea for a while and it got to the point that I just had to start writing it. I really love the idea of Kise and Takao being best friends, so I added a bit of twist to that in this story. I also really love MidoTaka and KiKuro and have been wanting to write more about both of these couples. Hopefully this ends up being a story you will enjoy. ^^

Warnings:

- Guy x guy
- KiTaka (kinda) - eventual MidoTaka, KiKuro
- Mature scenes

Takao took a deep sigh, running a hand through his hair. He dug through his pockets for the key to his apartment, inserting the key into the lock with a satisfying click.

"I'm home…" He mumbled half-heartedly, not even loud enough for anyone to have heard.

He flumped down by the entrance to messily take off his shoes and threw them to the side. Not even bothering to get up, he got on his knees and crawled towards the nearby kitchen – no one seemed to be there.

Deciding that crawling all throughout the apartment was just a little too pathetic; he slowly lifted himself up and plodded towards one of the bedrooms.

The door was ajar and a beam of light shone through into the hallway. Takao gently grabbed the edge of the door and peeked in to see his roommate sitting on his bed, laptop sitting on his lap and headphones over his ears. He slowly cracked the door open further and slid into the room.

"Ryou-chaaaan," Takao groaned as he entered.

His roommate must've had the volume on his headphones low, as he heard Takao's pitiful cry for attention.

"Eh? Kazucchi? You're home already?" His honey-colored eyes lifted to see his pouting roommate standing at the edge of his bed.

Takao said nothing and proceeded to flop face first onto an empty spot on the bed.

"Hey, hey, what happened?"

Takao turned his face to look up at his unfairly handsome roommate and childhood friend. His damn perfect blonde hair, his damn perfect beautiful face, his damn perfect everything. If Kise Ryouta wasn't his best friend, Takao imagined that he'd definitely be the kind of guy he'd hate the most. But he also figured that, in a weird way, that's probably what made their friendship so strong.

"I got dumped. Again," Takao turned his face to bury it into the blankets once again.

"Aww, what? I thought it was going so well with that guy," Kise took off his headphones and removed the laptop from his lap. He stretched out an arm and ran a comforting hand along Takao's back.

"Me too, that's why I decided to be a little truthful with him. Looks like it backfired though," Takao turned so that he was facing the ceiling. Kise continued comforting his friend by running his fingers through Takao's hair.

"Well, what happened?" Kise urged him to continue.

"Everything was going great. Dinner was nice and we had a good night out. But somehow we got onto the topic of past partners… I guess that's a really precarious subject for all couples, but if you're going to commit yourself to someone, it's their right to know about their partner's past, y'know? So I was just honest with him," Takao sighed, resting his hands on his stomach.

"Ah…" Kise said knowingly. "I don't think I even know that number…"

"That's kind of what I told him," Takao groaned, "And then he asked what that meant, and I just said that I had lost count. He looked shocked when I told him that. He asked if I could at least try to give him an estimate, and I said 'maybe more than fifty'…" Takao covered his face with his hands.

"That sounds about right. Unfortunately," Kise commented.

"And then he just blurted out, 'So you just sleep with anyone?' I couldn't believe it! We've been dating for three months and I hadn't been with anyone except him, not even once! I might've slept with a bunch of guys, but I'm not a damn cheater!" Takao raised his voice in frustration; Kise continued to give him his support by agreeing with him.

"Then he asked about you…" Takao said quietly.

"…What did he say?" Kise hesitated, knowing what Takao was going to say next.

"He asked if I had ever slept with you. The cat was out of the bag anyway, so I said 'Yeah, of course'. That was pretty much the last straw for him… He said he didn't think he could be with 'someone like me'. The asshole…" Takao mumbled. He turned to face in Kise's direction, settling his head on Kise's lap, Kise stroking his hair lightly.

"I'm sorry that happened, Kazucchi," Kise said in a kind voice.

Takao let out a deep sigh, "It's okay… I'm used to it by now."

Kise noticed Takao's eyes watering a bit and made a worried face. This kind of situation happened way too often, not just in Takao's case, but his as well. For some reason, neither of the two could hold a relationship for very long. Kise was never as torn up over his break-ups as Takao was, but that didn't mean that he wanted to find someone any less. So after every break-up, they always went to each other for comfort.

Takao moved a bit, wrapping his arms around Kise's waist, "Hey, Ryou-chan…" He mumbled.

"Hm?"

"Let's do it…" Takao buried his face against Kise's hip.

"I thought you wanted us to stop doing that?" Kise sighed slightly, but didn't move from his spot.

"Just one more time," Takao said quietly.

"Alright…" Kise gave his friend a reassuring pat on the head. Takao always said that it was going to be 'one more time' but he never had the heart to deny him.

Takao and Kise met during middle school. Their personalities seemed so different yet so similar at the same time, and that sort of formula caused them to hit it off almost instantly. It didn't take them long to get comfortable with each other, and it only seemed natural for the both of them to share their sexual exploration together. It felt good and they were best friends – what could've been better? Neither of them found it strange, so they continued to do various things with each other whenever they felt the need. It became something no different than playing a video game or watching a movie together.

When they got to high school, they mutually agreed to try being with other people. They knew by then that the things they did together was usually done with the person you were supposedly dating. Kise dated girls, and Takao stuck with guys. There were good relationships and bad ones, but they always ended the same way. When neither of them was dating someone, they found themselves continuously going back to each other for release. They had agreed that, at this point, their 'friends-with-benefits' relationship was alright as long as one of them wasn't dating.

It took until their second year of high school for them to realize that maybe they should try dating each other. It seemed like the perfect solution to their problem, they were best friends, they had sex with each other, and they enjoyed each other's company… It seemed perfect. It worked for a while, but when it came down to it, even if their friendship was strong, they just couldn't see themselves as romantic partners. And they went back to the same routine.

After high school, Takao applied for college and he and Kise decided on renting a place near his university. Living together was surprisingly nice as they understood almost everything about each other. They were also both quite busy so they often weren't home together to begin with, but when they were they enjoyed each other's company.

Both of them were twenty now and they have yet to find an end to their cycle of break-ups. They knew they could change their relationship to just 'friends' and remove the 'benefits', but they just couldn't find the right person for each other.

Lately, Takao had been a bit more upset over his break-ups. Before, he'd usually just shrug his shoulders and say something jokingly to Kise like, 'It looks like we can go at it until the next one, then!' but now it just seemed that he wanted to be comforted emotionally and physically every time. Takao had even said that maybe they should stop this kind of relationship even if they weren't committing themselves to another person, but he never really went through with it. Kise couldn't really blame him because he never made much of an attempt to end it either.

"Fuck…" Takao hissed under his breath, feeling Kise slam into him, the bed creaking slightly under their weight.

Kise tried steadying his erratic breathing as he wiped the sweat from his brow and leaned forward a bit, grabbing onto Takao's shoulder.

"I'm… gonna cum…." Takao whined as his hand pumped fervently at his cock.

Kise just hummed a go-ahead as he thrust his hips forward with more force, sending Takao's body lurching forward with every shove.

"Ah, ahhh!" Takao let out a loud moan as he released himself onto the bed.

It didn't take long for Kise to climax inside of Takao, one hand gripping hard on his shoulder and the other at his waist.

They both collapsed, spent and breathing heavily. Kise slowly pulled himself out of Takao, gingerly taking off the condom, tying it, and tossing it towards the trash. He looked back over to see Takao's back, his shoulder rising and falling as he made steady breaths. Kise reached around, draping his arm over Takao and pulling him closer to him so that their bodies were against each other.

They lay in silence for a moment, their breathing being the only sound in the room.

"Sorry," Takao let out a half-hearted laugh, still facing away from Kise.

"It's alright, it's not like this is the first time we've done this," Kise joked lightly, resting his forehead against the back of Takao's neck.

Takao paused for a moment, "Do you mind if I sleep in here tonight?"

"Of course not." Kise said gently.

"Thanks. Sorry I jizzed on your sheets."

Kise laughed and reached for the blankets to cover themselves with. He kicked the sheets off onto the floor.

"Shit! I'm gonna be late!" Takao said out loud as he ran as fast as he could all the way to the other side of the campus.

It didn't even cross his mind that he had class the next day when he decided to fall asleep in Kise's room the previous night. Fortunately, Kise had set an alarm to wake up for a modeling shoot he had that day. Unfortunately, that alarm went off twenty minutes before Takao's class started. Takao cursed to himself for being so affected by the previous day's break-up that he had to, yet again, seek out his best friend for comfort.

When Takao graduated high school, he really didn't know what he wanted to get into for a career. All he knew was that he didn't want a typical, boring, office job like half of what the people in his high school were probably going to end up doing. There was no way he could get a modeling job like Kise. He considered himself a pretty good-looking guy, just not model material. And he didn't think he could handle the attention that Kise seemed to have gotten.

So he ended up choosing nursing. It wasn't his dream job or anything, but Takao did like working with people and his grades were surprisingly good, so he figured why not try medical school?

His only problem was his carefree attitude. It wasn't like the professor was going to scold him if he was late, he wasn't in high school anymore, but missing any bit of his classes could put him in an irreversible rut when it came to exam time.

With the lecture hall in sight, Takao picked up the pace as much as he could and ran headlong, making a beeline towards the building. He concentrated so much on just getting there on time that he didn't even consider that other people would probably be sharing the walkway with him, and ran straight into another person.

The velocity of how fast he was going was pretty high, but fortunately when he fell he caught himself on his hands and knees before he could face-plant into the concrete. The other person managed not to fall over, but whatever they were carrying hit the ground with a loud thunk.

"Shit! I'm so sorry! Let me get that for you," Takao hurriedly apologized while standing back up and reached for the object that rolled next to him.

He paused for a moment when he saw the object. 'Is this… a frog statue?' Despite being thrown off a bit by the cartoon-like figure, Takao picked it up and turned to see the person he ran into.

The scowl he was currently wearing on his face contrasted with his good looks. He adjusted his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and Takao noticed his fingers neatly wrapped in tape.

'A frog statue and taped fingers? What a strange guy...' He thought to himself as he held out the object to the man, who snatched it back with an irritated huff.

"I'm really sorry, I'm late for my class and I was in a hurry," Takao apologized again and bowed slightly.

The other man made an adjustment to his glasses again, "Learn to be more careful," he said coldly, before promptly turning around and walking off.

Takao probably would've stood there scratching his head for a bit longer over the strange character he had just met, but getting to his class on time seemed a bit more important.

"Turn this way for me, Kise!" The photographer shouted.

Kise turned his body slightly towards the camera and flashed his signature smile before what seemed like the millionth camera flash to go off for that day filled his vision.

"Alright, that's good! I think we're done for today."

Kise's smile dropped immediately as he let out a long sigh. Some days his modeling career was quite fulfilling, other days it was just a hassle.

He stretched his arms over his head as he walked off the set and towards his dressing room.

Kise got into modeling when he was fifteen years old. He was scouted on the street one day and never turned back since. His success sky-rocketed when he was seventeen, and it wasn't uncommon to see his face on billboards around Tokyo. It was still surreal to see himself all over the place and on television. He enjoyed what he did, but he couldn't help but wonder if there was something else out there for him. He figured that this was good for now, though. It much more than paid the bills and his popularity gave him access to have a pretty colorful dating life.

"Hey, Kise, don't forget about your four o' clock interview today. Don't relax just yet," his manager showed up just when he was wondering if he could sneak a nap in.

"Aww, Kasamatsu-san, do I really have to go to that interview?" He pouted.

"Yes! This is an incredibly important interview with one of the bestselling fashion magazines in Japan, so you can't screw it up!" He said sternly.

Kise grumbled but he knew he couldn't go against what his manager said – he was pretty much a hard-ass when it came to his job, but Kise knew he'd be doomed without him.

"Just let me take a fifteen… no – a ten minute nap at least," he sighed, opening up the door to his dressing room. "And could you get Mari to bring me a coffee? I think I'll pass out mid-interview without it." He flopped down on the couch and slumped back in exhaustion.

"Have you really forgotten? Mari had to quit since having her baby. You really are out of it," Kasamatsu crossed his arms and stood across from Kise.

"Ah, dammit, that's right. What the hell am I going to do without my assistant?" Kise whined, putting a hand up to his face.

"Shut up, you'll survive," Kasamatsu wacked him a across the shoulder with his clipboard, Kise giving a short yelp. "But you're in luck; we have a new intern at the company and if you'd allow him to, he'll be your assistant until we can find you a new one."

"Anything as long as I get my latte…" Kise said in an exhausted voice.

"Here you go."

Kise jumped at the unfamiliar voice and looked over to his left to see a young, light blue-haired guy he had never met before holding out a cup of coffee.

"Uh?" Kise just stared at him open-mouthed without moving a muscle.

"Oh, Kuroko, I didn't notice you there," Kasamatsu seemed a bit shocked as well. "This is the new intern, Kuroko Tetsuya.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Kuroko said in a soft-spoken voice.

"Nice to meet you too…" Kise nodded his head and took the coffee from Kuroko.

"I'll be going now to leave you for your nap. Please let me know whenever you need something else," Kuroko gently bowed and left the room.

Kise watched as the door closed behind the intern and turned his attention back onto his manager.

"Was he here for that whole conversation?" He asked with confusion.

"I… I don't know, really…" Kasamatsu scratched the back of his head, questioning the same thing.

End of Chapter.

I have a lot of planned for this so I hope you like the story so far. Just as with my other ongoing story, I ask that everyone be patient with updates, at least until my semester ends (which is about a month).

Thanks so much for reading and for any kind of feedback. ^^ Feel free to follow me on twitter (Squatta_Writes) for updates in between chapter posts.