(A/N, This will contain Lime's and in further chapters will have serious lemons. So anti-yaoists do not read, and if you do read and complain. I will not be happy, because I warned you. THIS IS A YAOI FIC! And for those of you who do not know, Tatsuki and Kotarou are cousins, which also makes this a yaoi incest fic…you've been warned)

Chapter 1-Mistaken

Kotarou walked through the rainy streets with a severe frown on his face. The bottom of his school uniform was soaked thoroughly with water and his shoes squelched as he pressed homeward. "Damn it Tatsuki, can you ever be nice?" Tatsuki had taken off on his bike before even offering him a ride. "I swear you knew it would rain, and now you laugh at my misfortune!" He grumbled, the last word being stressed more then intended, as he heard the rustling of feathers telling him that, for he had disturbed the birds.

Already home Tatsuki looked sullen, his normal grimace seemed etched even deeper into his face, each line showing more emotion then a normal teenage boy his age could hold. He sighed deeply, running his long thin fingers through the dark locks of hair. Maybe I should of given Kotarou a ride home…His thoughts trailed off as he laid back onto his bed. The mattress creaked and he rolled over facing the wall, he closed his eyes trying to forget, to forget the feelings he felt. The rain drops could be heard. They splattered against his window, leaving fat drops where they landed, sliding down slowly to meet their companions gathering about the sill. He could hear the clock ticking…slowly. He welded his eyelids closed even tighter, deeply regretting the fact he didn't give Kotarou the ride, the corners of his lip twitched as he thought about the face his cousin was probably making this very moment. I never even offered him a ride, though it's pointless to go out now, he's more then halfway home by now.

Though Tatsuki was more then right, for Kotarou was only several blocks from home, it didn't make Kotarou's anger towards his cousin cease. The rain continued to fall, drenching Kotarou with each passing minute. His rather girly blonde hair was now plastered to his forehead with a combination of rain water and a shit load of Yuuto's emergency hair gel. His mind kept flashing back onto Tatsuki though. What a selfish fuck! He can never be nice…not once…well saving my ass doesn't count! He comes and rescues me, before I even have a chance to rescue myself. He treats me like a baby, how dare he, think that I can't take care of myself? He never gives me the chance…ever…why Tatsuki…why? He surprised himself to see that he had walked right up to the front doors of his grandpa's house, completely subconsciously. "Jesus, gotta watch it…what else do I do subconsciously?" He shuttered to think of the possibilities, and rapped his knuckles on the wooden door; he was soaked thoroughly to the bone and was already over dramatizing his whole blowup at Tatsuki. It'll show him to be a dickface, show--. His thoughts cut off as the "dickface" opened the door with almost zero emotion displayed on his face.

"Enjoyed the air…did you?" His voice laced with the simple mockery tone, exactly the one used to set off little Kotarou's already out of control anger.

"You ass!" He jumped up and down his hands clenching into tiny fists.

"Careful there, don't wanna exert yourself after you exercise." He leaned against the doorpost, keeping his voice calm, and his face empty of any other possible emotions. Just watching Kotarou explode was enough entertainment for him; he crossed his arms over his chest and sighed deeply. "Coming in?" The tone didn't change, only the smallest hint of a smirk could be found on his lips.

Kotarou's face turned bright red and he opened his mouth and closed it several times, before setting on the appropriate words. "You son of a bitch! I would come in but you and your over use of gel, hair are blocking the entrance!" He stood up, trying to accomplish more height then that of his cousin, succeeding only in having Tatsuki turn around and leave him standing there like an idiot balancing on his toes.

"One day while you sleep, I will come into your room and kill you, and your ever lasting ego!" He took a step inside the house and slammed the door behind him, throwing down his backpack and already stripping the outer layers of wet clothing. He bent over unlacing his sneakers and kicking them off, causing several puddles to form around him.

Tatsuki lurked in the doorway dividing the kitchen from the living room, his eyes fixed on Kotarou. I have always hidden my feelings from you, why should I stop now? Kotarou…you are so dimwitted, is it possible you feel the same? Even if you did, your one of those people who would let the fact of our actual blood relation come into the picture…Kotarou…understand, this isn't easy for me…I have hidden this for so long, behind my mask I wish to be able to hold you instead of drive you away…Kota…He blinked and averted his gaze from the littler boy trying not to lose his balance while struggling with his other shoe. Tatsuki chuckled softly and scaled the flight of stairs once again heading towards his room. He entered the bedroom, and closed the door softly behind him, sliding the lock into place; he leaned back and closed his eyes again. "Kota…Kota…Kota, you drive me purely insane." He inhaled deeply through his nose and exhaled slowly through his mouth, enjoying the simple pleasure of his "dirty" little secret, he was keeping from Kotarou.

Meanwhile, the soaking wet Kotarou had stripped off his shoes, socks, tie, jacket, shirt and pants. Leaving him standing in the doorway with wet boxers on. He grimaced, thinking of the sight he must be, and leaned over scooping up the pile of sopping wet clothing. He walked solemnly through the kitchen trying not to drop a single thing, knowing it would set off his anger and…well angry Kotarou was not a pretty sight. Once up the stairs he turned directly for the laundry room and using one of his feet he maneuvered the dryer open and stuffed the mass of clothing into it, he stepped back, and slammed the door shut. Pressing the start up button, he turned to go and get into some decent clothing, but first he'd get his rant out, and go have at it with Tatsuki.

Seeing the door closed, he pounded his tiny fists against it. "Tatsuki you moron open! O-P-E-N now! Lemme IN!" His fists flew against the door and incidentally Tatsuki decided to open it. Watching the little flare fest, he stepped out of the way as Kotarou flew into the room his fists flailing still. "Tatsukiiiiiiiiiii!" He ended up on the floor, his boxers clinging tightly to his small body, as he rolled over and sat up glaring at Tatsuki from his floor.

The taller of the two still standing, was not prepared to see Kotarou in plain old wet boxers and could feel the blood rushing to his face, it was hot, and he groaned already knowing what was coming, his hands flew to try and casually cover "it"…to late for him though. Kotarou could feel his own face flushing, his eyes already seeing what his dear cousin was trying to hide. "EW! EW, you sick, sick, sick, perverted son of a bitch!" He felt like kicking him, he stood up quickly trying to cover himself to stop Tatsuki from making anything else happen. Tatsuki slammed the door shut, standing in front of it, his face darker red then a ripe tomato. "It-is-not-what-you-think." He hissed in a quiet and deadly tone. His eyes were hard and unforgiving. Fuck! What if he finds out, it was him who did this…Kota, I love you…maybe…maybe, now you can love me too. His thoughts went unsaid as Kotarou took a fist and sunk it deep into Tatsuki's stomach, causing him to double over in pain. "Let me go." Three simple words, three words to make the happiness Tatsuki felt come crashing down. Tatsuki glared up at Kotarou and didn't move; Kotarou was frightened and blinked rapidly trying to make his own embarrassment disappear.

"Explain…you have five minutes, or I'll-I'll…I'll kill you." He finished his threat lamely, for lack of anything better.

Tatsuki sank onto his bed, grabbing a pillow and stuffing it over his crotch to avert the ever wandering eyes of Kotarou. "You interrupted me in a bad time. I was simply looking at some pictures of girls, and only those of girls. Please, if you thought this-" He jabbed his index finger towards his crotch, "-was brought on by you, your in some wild fantasy, the day you excite me, grandpa will lay chicken's eggs." He finished bluntly and looked at Kotarou, serious hurt displayed in his eyes. It hurt him to have to lie to the one he loved, to have to betray him through words, was the worst. Kotarou's eyes wandered through the room looking for the "culprit".

"Funny, I don't see any evidence of that." His back was against the door, his hands firmly glued over himself, not letting Tatsuki see anything else. Tatsuki's eyes flitted around trying to buy time, before having to own up for his own little thoughts.

"I don't have to show you anything! Besides, if I show you them, you'll come and use them for your own sick pleasure. Now GET OUT!" He threw the pillow from his lap at Kotarou hitting him squarely in the face. Kotarou grabbed the pillow before it fell to the ground, throwing it right back at Tatsuki. "Gladly." He opened the door, walked out of it and slammed it shut behind him.

Once in the safety of the hallway Kotarou could feel a heavy blush flow across his face. You know as well as him, that it wasn't any magazines…he wasn't like that until you stood up in the stupid wet boxers…Tatsuki, just what are you hiding from me? Throughout the thought process he had made it the short distance down the hall and into his own bedroom, closing the door behind him. Quickly stripping out of the boxers he stood before his mirror naked, letting his own thoughts run rampage. "Tak-kun, what if I did love you? What if I was the one to..." He chuckled softly, "do 'that' to you? What if you were my first lover?" Kotarou had been avoiding his own feelings toward his cousin for some time now. He wasn't even sure if he liked guys, never mind Tatsuki in particular.