Overture
It was a sunny afternoon on a Saturday, and Fuji took advantage of his free time—which there wasn't too much of—to relax languidly on his bed in his room. However, he was shaken out of his half-nap when his door flew open and suddenly found himself in a tight hug.
"Aniki!" Yuuta cried out. "I'm back!"
"Oh, was that today?" Fuji said, somewhat breathlessly as he was still recovering from the shock. "It must have slipped my mind."
"Oi, what's wrong with you?" Yuuta asked as he pulled away. "Usually, you'd greet me at the front gate." He wouldn't admit it, but deep down, he looked forward to coming home and seeing Yumiko and Fuji.
But, Fuji being Fuji, he was able to realize how Yuuta felt. "I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "It's just that…there are things weighing heavily in my mind right now."
Yuuta waved his hand dismissively. "Yeah, I get it. Besides, the only reason I came back was because you promised to show him to me."
Fuji blinked, feigning innocence. "Him? Who?"
"Don't act like you don't know who I'm talking about!" Yuuta knew his brother, and he knew Fuji was evading his questions because that's just the kind of person Fuji was: one that wouldn't face a problem straight on unless he was forced to. And even then, he would act with the minimum amount of effort required. Unless…it was about someone he really cares about, Yuuta reflected. "You know…him."
"Ahh, him." Fuji nodded his head slowly. "Haven't the two of you met already?"
Yuuta gave a derisive snort. "Don't you dare try to pull that with me. I know what you're doing. You're just trying to avoid the problem, aren't you? Besides, you haven't even told me his name yet."
"Well, his name is Echizen Ryoma," Fuji said slowly, hoping that with the release of his lover's name, Yuuta would stop badgering him.
"Yeah, so what happened between the two of you that's making you all moody right now?" Yuuta prodded gently, eager to hear more. It wasn't often Fuji had something in his life that would make him act so differently from his usual distant self, so he was keen about finding out more about the matter.
Fuji looked over at Yuuta, who was settling himself next to the bed. "I've finally managed to make him mine—I mean, make my feelings known to him about a month ago." He coughed delicately at the slip. "However, after hearing confessions about my true feelings for him—as well as bonding deeply—he still hasn't gotten any closer to me. I've tried to expand our relationship, but he doesn't seem to care. In fact, I asked him to come over today, but he refused. Why would he do such a thing?" He gave a theatrical sigh. "I fear my life may be at an end without his companionship."
Yuuta rolled his eyes at the over dramatization. However, he sympathized with his brother. "Aniki, I think it's because you're pushing him too much. Maybe you should pull back a bit and allow him have some room to breath."
"Saa…maybe you're right," Fuji replied thoughtfully.
"Does that mean I can meet him now?" Yuuta asked without skipping a beat. When Fuji gave him a look, he replied with, "What? Allowing him to meet others shows that you're not going to be keeping him on a leash for the rest of his life." He nodded sagely, knowing that his argument was irrefutable.
"I suppose so," Fuji said. "But he's rather shy. And he doesn't really like coming over here unless it's an absolute must."
"I've got it!" Yuuta's eyes suddenly lit up with a gleam of inspiration. "Why don't you invite him over for dinner with our family. That way, we could all get to know each other a little better. We'd have to do it sooner or later, you know. You can't keep your relationship with him a secret forever." However, Yuuta saw a look on Fuji's face when he said that. "You're kidding? You were really trying to keep it a secret? From who?"
"Okaa-san," Fuji answered without hesitation. "You know what a traditionalist she is about us only having interactions with 'the upper class'. It's not that I'm ashamed of him. Far from it, you know. What I'm afraid of is that she'll do to him what she did with Saeki: make him move away so that I won't be able to see him ever again. I can't have that happen," Fuji finished resolutely.
Yuuta's eyebrows were furrowed in thought. "So, he's not living in our district? That's really going to be a problem. I wonder how we can make this work so that he's accepted by okaa-san. Hmm…"
Fuji gave a small smile. "Since when have you been so interested in helping me? If I remember correctly, when we were younger, you've always been so immersed in trying to beat me in everything," he said, and added on, "Of course, you never did win over me once, but that's not important."
Yuuta ignored the last comment. "I guess it because I care about you," he replied gruffly, embarrassed at having to share this with Fuji.
"See? I knew you loved your family," Fuji replied happily. He ruffled Yuuta's hair affectionately.
He tried to bat Fuji's hands away, but was unsuccessful in doing so. "Gah! You're so annoying. Now I remember why I went away." Though his expression was one of exasperation, his tone gave away the fact that he was not serious.
The door flew open for the second time that day without warning. "Yuuta, you're back! It's been too long!" Yumiko exclaimed in excitement. Yuuta suddenly found himself in a tight hug.
"Onee-san!" he said in surprise.
"Ah, it's so great to see the two Fuji brothers reunited once more," she said. "So, what were the two of you talking about so deeply that Yuuta forgot to greet me?" Yumiko asked, turning towards Fuji as well.
"About finding a way to get okaa-san to accept aniki's new boyfriend," Yuuta blurted out.
"Eh?! Fuji has a new boyfriend? Since when?" Yumiko's eyes were open wide in surprise.
"You make it sound as if I've had relationships before," Fuji replied, trying to avoid her questions. It was hard enough opening up to Yuuta, but now Yumiko was asking questions.
"For about a month now," Yuuta cut in smoothly. It wasn't often that he saw Fuji fidgeting with unease, so he took advantage of the moment.
"Really? And what's this about involving okaa-san?"
So Yuuta explained to Yumiko what they had been discussing previously. Fuji, meanwhile, stood beside the two of them, assessing the situation and the best way to handle it while keeping it under control.
In the end, Fuji just shook his head, smiling softly at his siblings' antics. It's easier to give in to their whims instead of trying to stop them when they're so interested in Ryoma, especially now that I've told them. "Tell you what," Fuji interjected. "I'll find a way to invite Ryoma over to dinner if the two of you can convince okaa-san to let him stay with me and have a dinner to introduce him to the rest of the family."
"Ne, Syusuke, that's a great idea!" Yumiko exclaimed. "Come on, Yuuta! It's going to take a while to explain to okaa-san, so we better start as soon as possible." She gestured for Yuuta to follow, and the two of them exited Fuji's bedroom.
Fuji sat on his bed for a few more seconds, pondering on what he would have to do. I'll have to convince Ryoma to come over…
…and I'll have to speak with Atobe.
"Ne, Ryoma, please talk to me," Fuji implored gently. "At least look at me."
Fuji had gone over to Ryoma's house because he didn't want Ryoma to run away from him anymore. When he had knocked on the door and saw Ryoma, he couldn't help but pull the younger boy into a tight hug. Fuji would've continued on with a passionate kiss, but Ryoma had retreated to the sanctuary of his bedroom and had burrowed underneath the covers of the futon.
And now Fuji was having a hard time even getting Ryoma to look at him. "Ryoma, I came all this way and now you won't even look at me?" He tried to lift the covers, but Ryoma resisted. "Why?"
Ryoma mumbled something inarticulate.
Fuji leaned closer. "What was that? I couldn't hear you."
Throwing off the covers suddenly, Ryoma said quickly, "It's because I'm embarrassed!" He gripped the blanket tightly, clearly uncomfortable.
Confused, Fuji responded, "Well, about what?"
Ryoma's cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he spoke. "Ever since we…you know…did that one month ago, all you ever want to do now is just hang out." He fingered the edge of the covers, his eyes anywhere but on Fuji.
A sudden realization hit Fuji, and he laughed out loud as he finally understood.
"What?" Ryoma asked crossly, surprised with Fuji's reaction.
Still laughing a little, Fuji replied, "Is that all it was? I was worried that it was about something else. Still…if you wanted to, I suppose I could put aside more time to make love to you. I certainly don't mind," Fuji said slyly, arching an eyebrow suggestively, his eyes opening a fraction to reveal the gleaming blue underneath.
Ryoma flushed even more. "I wasn't talking about that!" He tried to slide back under the covers once more, but Fuji pulled him onto his lap. "What are you doing?" he cried out in surprise.
Fuji planted a deep kiss on his lips, his tongue trailing languorously over the plump lips. "What you want," he said simply.
Ryoma moaned at Fuji's ministrations, unconsciously leaning into his touch. His mind fogged over, and his arms wrapped around Fuji's neck, pulling him even closer.
Fuji chuckled at Ryoma's reaction silently, and pulled away before things could go further, enjoying immensely the moan of complaint from Ryoma when he did so. He really did enjoy the image Ryoma presented at the moment: eyes clouded with lust, lips slightly parted and panting, the shirt slightly askew so that a pale shoulder was shown. "Unfortunately, before we can go further, I need you to do something for me," Fuji said.
Ryoma gave a growl of objection and proceeded to push Fuji down, straddling the other's hip. "No," he stated simply.
Fuji smiled. "Who knew you were such a beast when aroused?" he stated before kissing his lover deeply once more.
An hour later, Ryoma was languishing in Fuji's hold, his body sprawled on the futon and fully satiated. "What was it that you wanted me to do?" he asked.
"Hmm, about that," Fuji said, playing with a strand of silky black hair. "I was wondering if you'd like to come over for dinner. You know, because I want to introduce you properly to my mother. Oh, and because my sister and brother want to see you," he finished nonchalantly.
"You told them about me?" Ryoma asked sharply, turning to face Fuji, all trace of leisure gone.
"I didn't…exactly tell them outright. They just somehow found out about it," Fuji explained.
Ryoma snorted.
"Anyhow, I was really hoping you'd come over tomorrow for dinner. Please?" he asked softly, his eyes pleading as he cupped Ryoma's cheeks with a hand. "For me?"
Silent for a moment, Ryoma was deep in thought. "Just dinner, right?" he said at last.
"Mmm-hmm. Just dinner. But if you want, you could sleepover."
"…Fine," Ryoma grumbled. "As long I don't have to sleep in a room with the rest of your family because they claim to want to know me better."
"Thank you," Fuji whispered in his ear. "I'm sorry to leave you like this now, but I have some unfinished business to take care of," he added as he came out from under the covers and began to pick his clothes up from a discarded pile next to the futon. He zipped his pants up and slipped on a shirt. "I'll pick you up tomorrow at four-thirty in the afternoon, is that okay?"
Ryoma sat up, wrapping the covers around his unclothed waist. "Wait, Fuji—"
"Sorry, I can't explain," Fuji interrupted, giving Ryoma a quick kiss. "I have to go now." He strode out the room and the apartment, his departure quiet.
Ryoma blinked at the sudden absence. "I was just going to say that you put on my shirt," he said to himself.
When Fuji swung by Atobe's house, instead of going through the entrance gates like most people would, he cut around to the side and hopped the fence that was the border of the grounds. Slipping around the security guards patrolling the area, he stealthily made his way towards Atobe's window, which was easily identifiable due to the fact that it had the lilac purple curtains lining the windows. Fuji knew that that his skills at getting around without being seen should've disturbed him, but he was long used to it by now. I guess all those times of sneaking out of the parties and getting out of the house really do pay off. I should do this more often. I could definitely get used to this if I get to see Ryoma more. The last thought brought a smile up to his face, and he forced himself to get rid of it before he confronted Atobe. Scaling up the water drains easily, Fuji landed with a soft thump on the balcony, his eyes wary of any other movement besides his own. After a long pause, he strode over to the door and pulled them open, scornful of the fact that Atobe still didn't learn to lock the doors, even after the demonstration he personally gave a month ago.
"Who's there?" a voice spoke out sharply.
Fuji slipped in as silently as he could, perching on the edge of the bed elegantly. "Hello, Atobe," he greeted, inclining his head ever so slightly.
Atobe whirled around. "Fuji Syusuke," he said in genuine astonishment, his gray eyes flashing with alarm. "How did you get in here?"
"Isn't that what you asked me the last time I had the pleasure of coming in? Of course, I wasn't too happy with what I saw," Fuji drawled in a bored tone, his hand gesturing the bed that he was sitting on.
If Atobe were any lesser of an aristocrat, he would've blushed. "I thought we had agreed to let this matter go," he replied stiffly as he turned to face Fuji.
"I did said that, but that was in the past. Now, however," Fuji said, "I need a favor from you."
"A favor?" Atobe said suspiciously, an eyebrow arching elegantly. "What kind of favor?"
"Listen closely, because I don't want to repeat myself," Fuji warned. "I want you to use your family's influence to get the name 'Echizen' into the Quarters Book as one of the aristocrats."
Atobe interrupted at this point. "Are you joking, Fuji? Do you realize how hard that is? A new name hasn't been added for at least three years. It's going to be suspicious if a new one is added when there hasn't been any major changes thus far."
"You're Atobe-sama," Fuji said, as if that explained everything. "It shouldn't be a problem for you at all."
"I can't guarantee that it'll happen, though," Atobe said.
"It better happen," Fuji replied. "Or, if you decide not to get this done by tomorrow night, then I can always spread around the news that you drugged Ryoma and planned to break him. I'm sure everyone would want to hear about that," Fuji said lightly, though his implications were clearly far darker.
"You can't prove anything," Atobe hissed.
Fuji's eyes narrowed into slits of ice-blue fire. "You'd be surprised with what I can do. You don't want to find out. Trust me."
The two stared at one another for what seemed like an eternity, their eyes warring to see who would break it off first.
Finally, Atobe tore his eyes away. "Fine, I'll get Echizen in," he said bitterly.
"And the quieter you can without making a lot of commotion, the better," Fuji added on.
"Why are you doing this for him, anyways?" Atobe could help asking, his curiosity getting the better of him.
"Because I love him," Fuji said without hesitation. "It's the only way I can stay with him."
Atobe quirked an eyebrow. "And how will getting his family name into the Quarters Book help him?"
"That's a secret," Fuji replied before exiting the room through the window as silently as he had entered.
Atobe blinked. Then his eyes softened as he left a parting comment unheard by Fuji. "I can understand why you've fallen for him, Fuji. He's something different."
"Remind me why I'm here again?" Ryoma asked as the two of them were alone in Fuji's room.
"Because you love me," Fuji said.
"That's not going to pass," Ryoma replied dryly.
"Because I won't give you back your shirt until after dinner?"
"Neither will that."
Fuji thought for a minute. "Because I can give you something no one else can."
Ryoma quirked an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like this." And Fuji pulled Ryoma into a heated kiss, his tongue unashamedly exploring Ryoma's mouth with a surety.
Ryoma whimpered and made a plaintive noise, his annoyance forgotten as he melted in Fuji's touch.
Fuji suddenly pulled away. "And if you sit through dinner with my family, then I'll give you much more during bedtime," Fuji said slyly.
Ryoma was breathing harshly, his cheeks flushed. "Damn you."
"I love you, too," Fuji replied cheerfully. "Now, come on, before they start thinking that you ran away." He pushed Ryoma out the door and into the dining hall where his mother, Yuuta, and Yumiko were already waiting.
"Okaa-san, I'd like for you to meet Echizen Ryoma again," Fuji introduced after they all took a seat. Obviously, he had Ryoma sitting next to him. "He's my lover."
There was a collective gasp from around the table.
What the heck does he think he's doing? Ryoma was shocked at Fuji's blunt explanation of their relationship so early on in the meal.
Syusuke's so bold today, both Yuuta and Yumiko thought in unison.
Fuji's mother was just silent in shock. "What…what did you say, my dear?" she asked.
"He's my lover," Fuji replied simply.
"If this is a joke, then it's not a very amusing one," she replied.
"I assure you, it isn't," Fuji said. "And if your rejection is due to the fact that you don't think he's suitable for me, then check in the Quarters Book for his family name. I mean, that's all you want, right? For him to be on the same level as us." Fuji truly had no idea if Atobe had managed to get 'Echizen' into the Quarters Book yet, but counted on the fact that he had scared him enough to do it as soon as he left.
"I'll check after dinner," she replied stiffly as the first meal was set in front of them.
"So, Echizen, how did you meet Syusuke?" Yumiko asked politely as they all began to eat.
Yuuta's head shot up in interest, his soup spoon missing the bowl entirely as he scooped and hit the table.
"Umm…" Ryoma blushed a little as he thought of his first assignment. I can't tell them what really happened. "I was selling something, and he was the one that bought it," Ryoma replied vaguely. He looked desperately at Fuji for an answer.
"Mmm-hmm," Fuji agreed as he swallowed. "I couldn't resist what he was selling. I just had to buy it. Of course, it took a while before I actually used it." He smiled mischievously as he continued to sip the soup.
Yuuta's face took on a confused look. "What does that even mean, anyways? I don't understand."
"Oh," Yumiko said, her eyes wide with amusement as she suddenly found the meaning behind Fuji's words.
"What did he mean?" Yuuta asked keenly. Though thoroughly interested, it was his naïve nature that kept him from fully understanding.
"Ah, it's not something that can be said at the table out loud, Yuuta," Yumiko responded lightly, obviously amused. "Finish the soup before it gets cold."
Conversations like that broke sporadically over the whole course of the dinner. Fuji took great pleasure in watching Ryoma blush in having to answer, Yumiko always asked the questions with Yuuta confused a majority of the time, and Fuji's mother was pointedly trying to avoid listening altogether, although she did interject a number of times.
Ryoma collapsed onto Fuji's bed after the meal, completely exhausted from the evening's events. "I am never doing this for you again," he said.
Fuji shut the door behind him. "What? I didn't think it was that bad. Okaa-san even smiled at you in the end."
"That's a smile?" he asked dryly. "I don't get it. How is it that you're related to her? You smile so much, but she rarely smiles at all."
"Life is funny like that," Fuji said.
Suddenly, the door burst open and Yumiko and Yuuta were in the room. "Syusuke, that was wonderful! The dinner went pretty well, and I think okaa-san is starting to like Echizen," Yumiko said cheerfully.
Ryoma only rolled his eyes. This whole family is weird.
"So, you're Echizen Ryoma," Yuuta said as he walked up to Ryoma and stared at him.
"I believe that was implied during the dinner," Ryoma replied as he sat up on the bed, staring back at Yuuta.
"Why, you—! Arrogant brat," Yuuta retorted.
"Now, now, Yuuta, play nice," Fuji commented amusingly, slinging an arm over his brother's shoulder.
Ryoma sniffed, his eyes upon the arm that Fuji had on Yuuta's shoulders. "Takes one to know one."
Yuuta flushed. "Oh, you are so going down!" he said, his body tensing up as he got ready to tackle Ryoma.
Yumiko only laughed. "He's just playing with you, Yuuta. But, I think we've outlasted our stay. I'm sure they want to be alone now. Let's go."
"But—!"
"Echizen's probably exhausted from tonight. He's never dealt with okaa-san before, so let's give them a chance to rest." She nudged Yuuta towards the direction of the door. "It was really nice meeting you tonight, Echizen. Good night, you two," she said as she closed the door behind her.
Ryoma flopped back down. "You're brother's annoying. I don't like him," he stated simply.
"You don't really mean that," Fuji said as he took a seat next to Ryoma on the bed. "You're just jealous of him."
"Jealous?! How?" Ryoma asked indignantly.
"It was pretty obvious that you got riled when you saw how close our relationship was."
Ryoma's flushed. "As if I'd care about something like that."
"Whatever you say," Fuji said, smilling.
A knock came from the door. "Syusuke, can I speak with you please?"
"Okaa-san? Come in," Fuji said, slightly surprised. Okaa-san never comes up to my room. He looked over at Ryoma, who only shrugged back at him, confused.
She entered the room and took a seat on a chair next to his desk, her eyes darting to Ryoma before going to Fuji's face. "I have a question for you, Syusuke. Do you truly love Echizen Ryoma?"
Whatever Fuji had expected his mother to ask, this was not it. "Of course," he replied without hesitation.
"And if I forbade the relationship between the two of you?" she asked.
"Then the two of us would elope elsewhere, I suppose," Fuji responded, half-jokingly.
She raised an eyebrow at his joke. "So, what you're saying is that you'd do almost anything to stay with him?" It wasn't a question more than it was a statement.
"Yes," Fuji said. I wonder if she knows I went over to Atobe's and had him put 'Echizen' into the Quarters Book. Thought Fuji would never admit it, he was very similar to his mother due to the fact that the two of them were very secretive and hid things extremely well.
"Well, then, I wish the two of you happiness," she said as she stood up and walked towards the door.
"Wait!" Fuji said, surprised by her response.
She stopped and turned back to look at her son. "Is there something else you need?"
"Does this mean that you approve of our relationship, okaa-san?" he ventured tentatively, not knowing if it was too good to be true.
"I gave you my blessing, Syusuke. Yes, I approve," she said softly, her eyes observant to how Ryoma leaned upon Fuji even in her presence, lending support to Fuji. As she was about to walk out the room and shut the door, she suddenly stopped in her tracks and looked back.
"Echizen, I suddenly recalled during dinner where I heard your family name before," she said as she looked at Ryoma, noting the characteristic eyes. "Rinko was a good friend of mine back in junior high. We were actually best friends before we went our separate ways. You have her eyes, you know." And the door clicked shut as she left.
Ryoma blinked at her exit. "I had no idea," he said softly. "She never said anything about her past to me."
"The past isn't always bright and cheerful all the time," Fuji said. "Some would rather forget what they did in the past. I believe she was trying to repent a little."
Ryoma suddenly gave a large yawn. "I'm tired. Can we sleep yet?"
"Yes, we can," he said as the two of them changed into their pajamas. He suddenly felt drained himself as he yawned. He closed the lights and slipped into the bed with Ryoma next to him, automatically draping an arm around Ryoma's slender waist as he snuggled against him.
"Good night, Syusuke."
"Good night, Ryoma."
And the two of them fell asleep together, confident in their abilities to face the troubles they would encounter as a couple and succeed.
Owari
A/N-The long-awaited extra chapter (to answer some of the questions posted by the readers) to my first-ever published story on FF.N is finally done! …Or is it?
"You know, Ryoma, I couldn't stop thinking of you throughout dinner last night," Fuji said in an amused tone as the two of them sat in Fuji's room idly, enjoying the rare opportunity they had to be with one another.
"Syusuke, if this is one of your lustful stories, I don't want to hear it," Ryoma replied in a tired voice. He had already heard too many of those, and once was enough. He believed himself to be scarred for life.
"I promise you, this isn't like the one before—"
"—Or the one before that, and the previous one before that—" he muttered.
Fuji shook his head mockingly. "Ne, Ryoma, if you keep interrupting me like this, I'm going to have to punish you in turn." His eyes took on a devious glint. "You know what I mean."
Ryoma snorted uncaringly, though inside he truly dreaded Fuji's so-called 'punishment'.
"Anyhow," Fuji continued on. "Dinner with the rest of the aristocrats in the dining hall was the same as it was from before. Nothing about it had changed. However, after meeting you, I can truly say that you've changed me."
For the better or for the worst? Ryoma thought. You couldn't have been this sadistic before you met me. Of course, he couldn't have known that Fuji had been worse before he came.
"As I looked around the table, I noticed that no one was talking. Their eyes were either trained on their plates or looking blankly over the shoulders of the person across them. Do you know what ran through my mind as I sat there, Ryoma?"
"What?" Ryoma asked cautiously, though not without reason.
Fuji sighed wistfully. "I was thinking of what you would do if you were in that situation with me. Or, rather, if you were in my position."
"And what was that?"
"Well, I could picture you just sitting there, quietly fidgeting in your seat and slowly turning red as you became agitated and restless," Fuji replied cheerfully.
"I wouldn't do that!" Ryoma exclaimed.
"Well, you did that the first time we ate together in a formal situation with the rest of my family," Fuji said, unperturbed. "Remember?"
Ryoma stayed silent and, instead, looked away.
"Well, if you were there with me, I wouldn't have cared so much," Fuji said. "You could've kept me company throughout the whole dinner."
Sweat drops broke out on Ryoma as he imagined what Fuji would do to him if he was bored and with nothing else to do at the moment.
"You know, the tablecloths are rather long," Fuji said unnecessarily. "You can't even see what goes on underneath." His tone was suggestive, and his eyes grew dark as he turned to Ryoma. "Why don't you come—"
"No! Absolutely not," Ryoma said immediately. The thought of even being in that situation made him blush.
"Saa…you've interrupted me once again. You know what that means." Fuji smiled wickedly as he advanced upon Ryoma predatorily.
Ryoma's eyes grew wide. "Syusuke, please! I didn't mean to do that!" When he saw that Fuji didn't slow in his advance, he added, "I won't do it again!"
Fuji pounced, pushing Ryoma onto the bed. "I actually wouldn't mind if you keep interrupting me." He straddled the slim hips. "In fact, I'd prefer it if you did."
"Why? So you can have an excuse to 'punish' me?" Ryoma asked, hoping that the question would distract Fuji long enough so that he could get away.
Sadly, it did not. Fuji restrained Ryoma's arms with his own, clamping his hands tightly around Ryoma's wrists and pinning it to the bed. "I suppose so," he replied vaguely, his mind completely focused on ravishing the figure underneath him. He licked a hot trail from Ryoma's collarbone to jaw. When he reached the jaw, instead of his usual kiss, he found Ryoma's pulse beating wildly and bit down lightly, taking care not to leave visible teeth marks. Well, not too visible, anyways.
"Syusuke! Please, stop!" Ryoma cried out, though his traitorous hips rocked into Fuji's skillful touch.
"It'll be easier for you if you just give in," Fuji suggested as he continued his skillful ministrations on Ryoma's body.
And so Ryoma did so, his resolution that it would a waste of energy to try and stop his sadistic lover from something he was intent on doing, no matter what.
Plus, he secretly enjoyed it deep down. He would never reveal that secret to Fuji, however.
Damn my masochistic self.
A/N- Okay, the true ending this time. I actually wrote the extra-extra a loooong time ago as a side story to 'Elegy of Hope', but never found a good spot to put it in. I felt bad about not putting this last special out to the faithful readers in the time allotted like I had previously promised, so I decided to put it in at the end. It would just sit on the hard drive anyways, so why not let the readers have it?
And if anything seemed OOC, well, I'll stick with the explanation that it's an AU. Things are bound to change, but I hope you guys liked it still.
Thanks for all your support! You guys rock!
-The Unreal Phantom