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"I could sue you for that, you know." Tohru huffed, crossing his arms and glaring anywhere but ahead.

"You wouldn't." Yuujirou stated flatly, face hidden behind a ridiculously thick book.

"You molester!" Tohru hissed from across the room, annoyed with the fact the blond was shamelessly lying on his bed, sexually assaulting his pillow and sheets.

Yuujirou just flipped a page, the rustling of paper audible in the silent room. Tohru's eye twitched as no answer came. "So what? You're not talking to me now?" he demanded.

"Not until you admit it wasn't that bad." Yuujirou answered nonchalantly, tilting his head to the left to reveal a smug smirk. "Or until you stop accusing me of raping you. Whichever comes first."

Tohru's fists grew tighter, knuckles turning white. "I didn't enjoy it." He muttered, avoiding the curious hazel gaze sent his way. "I didn't enjoy you… you-"

"Kissing you?" Yuujirou cut off his stuttering, a wicked smile still plastered on his face.

"Yeah, that." Tohru's face equaled the shade of a grown tomato. "Just so you know, I don't swing that way." He offered offhandedly, glancing at Yuujirou sternly.

The blond shrugged and kept on reading. "Of course you don't." his voice was level. "Who said I do?"

Tohru raised an eyebrow. "After today, you don't expect me to believe you're into girls, right?" he asked, amused when Yuujirou fidgeted and glared at his novel.

"Look, it's not as if I like you or anything-"

"You don't?" The blue eyebrow rose higher.

"Not like that." He said lamely, bringing the book even closer to his face. All Tohru could see was stray blond hair peeking behind a dark green cover.

"You sure?"

"Come on, It was only to get your psycho sister off your back!" Yuujirou's book almost hit Tohru on the head, slamming into the wall instead. It fell to the floor with a loud thump. Wide ocean-blues found bristling topazes on a darkly frowning face.

"Look, I didn't mean to-"

"Just… let's drop it, ok?" the blond cut him off once again, standing and picking his book from the floor with a bland expression.

***

"If we were in a relationship, you'd be the uke." Tohru said calmly, picking at his pasta with a fork. It was not exactly what they were talking about earlier that day, but it was close enough. Figures Yuujirou had issues with his sexual orientation.

The blond choked on his orange juice, staring at Tohru in a mixture of wonder and horror.

"So you do have a relationship!" Mikoto exclaimed, waving his knife franticly. Yuujirou backed away from him, leaning unwillingly towards Tohru.

"Stop that, you Idiot! You will kill someone!" he snapped angrily and threw a piece of bread at the roseate's forehead.

"I said if." Tohru remarked, chewing silently.

Yuujirou backed away again, apparently more comfortable in the presence of a crazy knife wielder than in his. Tohru sighed inwardly and pressed the issue farther, unwilling to let go.

"Don't you think so?" he asked them both innocently.

"What, that Yuujirou would be the girl?" Mikoto asked, puzzled. When Tohru nodded slowly, an evil gleam appeared in his companion's garnet eyes, and an eerie smile planted itself on his face.

"Don't you dare-"

"I always thought he should have been born a girl and not a guy." Mikoto affectively cut Yuujirou off, his words causing loud cheering and shouts of agreement.

"Look who's talking- you're Megumi-san's bitch." Yuujiro kicked Mikoto under the table. Hard. "I'm not her bitch!" he screeched.

"Yeah, right."

"Look, you're the girly one- so you should be the girl." Tohru explained, glaring disapprovingly at them both.

"How am I the girly one?" Yuujirou inquired with narrowed, blazing eyes. He definitely did not like where this conversation was heading.

"Well, for a start- you act like a girl." Tohru said and Mikoto nodded furiously at his side.

"I do not!" Yuujirou shrieked, his fist hitting the white surface of the table in rage.

"Of course you do." Tohru said.

"You fuss over your hair all the time." Mikoto added.

"And it's long by will." Toru pointed to the blond's head for emphasize.

"But I look awful with short hair!" Yuujirou exclaimed. "Besides, it takes hours to get it to look decent-"

"You don't care for wearing women's clothes." Mikoto did not seem to be affected by the death glare sent his way.

"You always get hit by random guys."

"You're needy."

"You PMS."

"You can match your purse to your shoes, what kind of guy can do that?"

"But I'm taller…" Yuujirou mumbled weakly, slumping back in his chair.

"And you still look more like the girl." Mikoto concluded happily. Yuujirou sighed deeply, straightened and glared daggers at Tohru.

"Alright, if I'm the girl, aren't you supposed to be all manly and macho?"

Tohru gulped as Mikoto eyed him up and down. "You don't look all that manly either." He mused a few seconds later. Yuujirou was smirking again, satisfied like a fox in a henhouse.

"Your face is more feminine than mine." The blond noted.

"And you are shorter."

"You smile awfully a lot."

"You're not as bitchy- Aw!" Mikoto cried as an elbow crushed his ribs. "I was on your side!" he whined. Mikoto glared tearfully at the offensive blond, only to find him in an intense glaring match with Tohru.

"Hey, Akira?" Tohru called, eyes still fixed on the miffed blond. "Who's seme?"

***

"What was all that about?" Yuujirou asked and plopped down on Tohru's bed, crossing his legs and twirling a strand of golden hair between his fingers.

"What?" Tohru asked, searching through his drawers for his towel.

"The seme-uke thing."

"Oh," Tohru's voice was small. "I was just checking something."

"Checking what?"

"Your reaction." Tohru smiled at him, and threw his towel into the blond's face. Before Yuujirou could remove the cloth from his face, he felt the bed sink and a warm body pressed against his side.

"You have a really small bed, you know that?" Tohru felt the other male shift slightly as he complained.

"You can always settle for your own." He suggested and leaned against the wall, his pillow being crushed to death in Yuujirou's arms.

"Nah, I'm comfortable here."

It was quiet for a long time before he looked at Yuujirou again. He was leaning against him heavily; head drooped in between his shoulder and neck. He could feel the golden locks brushing his face when the other exhaled.

"So…" the blond whispered into his neck."Do you like me that way?"

Tohru's eyes widened and he glanced down at his friend, feeling his cheeks growing hotter by the moment. He pushed Yuujirou away, thus overthrowing him from the bed into the floor. He could hear the wooden floor creak in protest.

"Of course I don't!" he heard his voice, painfully high-pitched, panicking at the seemingly simple question.

Then, shuffling, cloth against wood. A few seconds later, he found himself being shaken by a pale hand at the collar of his nightshirt. The warm shade of honey had gone considerably colder, frozen and frightening.

"Then why the flirting?" Yuujirou growled. "You find it funny?"

"No, no! Look, I just wanted to-"

The blond greeted his teeth and let go off his shirt, allowing Tohru to breathe freely as he pleased again. The ice melted, a clear disappointment filling its place as the hazel eyes narrowed to slits.

"It's not what I meant." Tohru said quietly, wishing his voice to cut the tension between them.

"I know." Tohru could almost hear Yuujirou's teeth complain. "It's not worth it." He sighed and stepped back. Then, he turned on his heel and swiftly walked towards the door.

"And just for the record, I'm not the chick." He looked back, face grim. "Not yours, anyway."

Tohru could feel his heart racing, and he gripped at the sheets tightly. No matter how hard he stared, how long he did not blink- the slow motion did not come. Yuujirou was mere steps from the door, and Toru could do nothing.

"Wait." He did not realize he jumped from the bed. He did not feel his hand gripping at the other's wrist. All he knew was that he couldn't let him go.

"I…" he looked up, blue against brown."I'm not sure what I'm agreeing to here, but I want to try." He swallowed. "I don't want you to go."

A wave of relief washed him as a soft smile presented itself on the blond's face. Then, the well-known devilish glint was back, and as Yuujirou leaned closer, he whispered.

"So, if you're the seme, aren't you supposed to be the braver one?" he teased and Tohru felt his heart flipper with fright of losing him.

"I said I don't know what I'm agreeing to." He answered, in a vain attempt to control his shaking voice. "Tell me."

Yuujirou frowned, with blond eyebrows knitted tightly together and lips curled in an unsure gesture of one-sided comfort. Tohru could feel their breath mingle into one, the warmth of their bodies like a blanket in between them.

"Why don't you find out?" he leaned away, lips set grimly in a line and muscles tense. Tohru's hand touched the blond's cheek softly, almost in an instinct with no thought behind the act itself.

The door creaked open.

"Oh my God!" Mikoto screeched as he stumbled through the entrance. "So when you said something more interesting you meant this? What, are you like… practicing?"

Owari

Hi, I hoped you enjoyed it. It was a fun piece to write, especially Mikoto XD that is a gift for Hira-chan, because if it were not for her- there would be no fic. R&R please, cookies are promised!