More lemon! *ducks the flying objects* I'm sorry!! It just kinda came... (bad pun -_-;;;;; must control dirty mind........) anyways....... ^^;;;;;;;; the quote is not from Fuyu Tokyo anymore! Now it's from Metamorphose and it means SOMETHING like "The meeting was in a bright white shining city" Okay, kinda weird, but you can deel with it.

"Deai wa mabushii kurai ni shiroku kagayaku machi datta"

    Struggling to balance the grocery bags on his knee, Machi pushed open the door of Kamijo's (and now his) apartment. Removing his shoes as he entered, he set down the bags, exclaiming, "Tadaima!"
    "Okaeri nasai, Machi-chan!" Kamijo replied, his voice sounding distant.
    "Ne, Kami-chan (so sue me, I need to do it, you KNOW who I'm talking about), where are you?"
    "In the bedroom!" came the response.
    Raising an eyebrow and smirking, the drummer sauntered over to the bedroom, deciding that whatever his lover had in the... bedroom... was better than the groceries, which he left neglected in the front hall. As he approached the door to their room, the blonde man exclaimed, "Close you eyes!"
    This could be good, Machi thought, grinning. There was a sound of cloth rustling and then the drummer was given the okay to open his eyes.
    Kamijo stood before him (no, not wearing nothing, you hentais!!) holding the most beautiful marroon silk dress Machi had ever seen. It was long with a large slit up the side and it appeared to tie around the neck. On the same hanger hung two long silk gloves of the same color. Machi's face lit up as he staggered closer, asking quietly, "For me?"
    The blonde man nodded, beaming. "Happy one month anniversary! ^^;;"
Machi ran forward and through his arms around the other man, nearly knocking him over and exclaiming loudly, "Thank you so much, Kami-chan, it's so gorgeous!" He reached up and gave his love a quick, but sweet, kiss.
   "Anything for you, lover," he replied, managing to pry the dress from between their bodies. "And do you know why I got you this dress?"
   "Because you love me just SO much?" Machi tried, winking.
   "Besides that fact, baka!" Kamijo responded, laughing. "It's because we are going out to dinner tonight at the best restaurant in town! It even has a dance floor where I can show you off!" He smiled down at the ecstatic red haired man.
    "I'm gonna go try it on!" the excited man cried, gently taking the dress from Kamijo's hands and heading towards the bathroom.
    "What, you can't even change in front of me?" the singer asked, mock-hurt.
    "It's gonna be a surprise! So don't peek at me!" Machi exclaimed, shutting the door.
    When the drummer appeared again, he looked to Kamijo like an angel descended from heaven. The dress fit him perfectly, exposing his smooth white shoulders and the slit went up to a few inches above his knee, revealing leg, something Kamijo appreciated greatly. The long gloves went half-way up Machi's upper arm and when he twirled around shyly so his lover could examine all sides, the blonde man noticed the lovely open back of the dress.
    Kamijo let out a sigh of happiness and smiled, walking over to a blushing Machi. "You're so beautiful," he stated, looking the man right in the eyes. He wrapped his arms around so his hands felt the skin of the exposed back. "Everyone will envy me tonight."

    Kamijo slipped an arm around the silk waist of his lover as they walked into the fancy restaurant. Machi's hair was up on top of his head, curled so that little loose ringlets framed his delicate face. He smiled up at the blonde man wearing a black tuxedo from under long dark lashes. Together, they walked over to the mater d. "I have a reservation for Kawamura," Kamijo told him.
    Looking down at his list, the mater d said, "Ah, Kawamura-san, right this way."
    Kamijo winked down at the red-haired man as they walked to their table. "False names, Kami-chan? You bad boy," his lover told him jokingly.
    They sat at their white tableclothed table with the candles burning in the center and opened up their menus. "Waah, this is expensive!" Machi exclaimed, eyes growing.
    Kamijo just laughed, telling him, "So? It's our special night!"
    A smile crept across the drummer's face. Kamijo was always such a romantic. Before he could say anything, a formal looking man with one of those little pointy mustaches came over, asking them, "Could I interest either of you in a glass of wine?"
    "Ah, yes, I'll have this Merlot, I think," Kamijo told him, pointing to one of the red wines on the wine menu.
    "And you, madam?" he asked, obviously referring to Machi.
    Stifling a laugh at the inevitable, Machi replied in a clearly masculine voice, "I'll have the Merlot as well."
    The waiter's eyebrows knitted but being just the waiter, he didn't ask and he quickly turned on his heels and bustled away.
    Machi snickered. "That's so fun!" he exclaimed, grinning widely.
    "Making us look bad, Machi-chan?" Kamijo asked, smiling.
    "Bad? Why bad? Because we love each other?" Machi inquired seriously.
    "I didn't mean it like that, lover, of course it's not bad. All that matters is how much I love you."
    Machi nearly melted in his seat. Kamijo always seemed to know the right things to say.
    Clearing his throat slightly, the waiter set down the wine glasses and the bottle of wine. "So, erm, are you ready to order?"
    Machi looked to Kamijo and got a nod, so he told the waiter, "I'll have the fettucini please."  (Note, if I knew enough Japanese, and you knew enough Japanese to understand my Japanese, he's using "boku" which is the form of "I" that only males use ^^;;)
    "Ahem, and you sir?"
    "I'll have the chicken ceasar salad and lasagna. Don't forget the bread sticks, either. And bring me a desert menu."
    Kawaii, he eats so much! Machi thought. The waiter took their menus and they watched him go over to the other waiters, whispering and pointing back at them.
    Kamijo just smiled proudly, knowing that he was here with HIS Machi-chan. Lifting his glass of wine, he declared a toast, exclaiming, "To us!"
    Smiling in agreement, Machi repeated, "To us."

    After they had finished their supper, Machi pushed his chair out, declaring quietly, "I have to use the bathroom." He brought his purse along as he pushed open the door of the men's restroom. It had been a difficult decision but he hoped that no one was in there.
    Unfortunately, there was a man in there, looking quizzically at the red-haired man wearing a dress as he reapplied his make-up, fixing his hair slightly. As Machi inspected his face to make sure it was perfect, he felt a hand pass over his butt and the reflection of that man appeared behind him in the mirror. Erotically, the stranger whispered, "Hey, honey, I think you're in the wrong restroom."
    Mind in a blur, Machi whirled around, asking innocently, "But the sign outside said 'Men's' didn't it?" He blinked once, just for good measure.
    He watched in amusement as the man's eyes widened incredibly. "Y-you're a," he stammered.
    Machi cut him off, saying bluntly, "Now excuse me, I need to use the bathroom." Removing his gloves, he lay them over his shoulder and pulled his skirt up so he could use the urinal. The sex-offender man, who was now very scared, crouched in a corner, screaming.
    Back at the table, Kamijo thought he heard a faint scream from the bathroom. Machi-chan! he thought. Are you in trouble? He ran to the bathroom, flinging the door open, to find a satisfied Machi washing his hands. He turned and looked at his lover in the doorway. "Oh, Kami-chan, this man here tried to abduct me." He pointed a newly-gloved hand down at the terrified man crouching in the corner.
    Kamijo knelt down in front of the man with a dead-serious look on his face, telling him threateningly, "If you lay your hands on my man again, I will KILL you, you hear?"
    The man nodded meakly. Kamijo flashed him a smile, telling him, "Good. Now come on, Machi-chan, shall we dance?"
    Machi walked with him to the dance floor, where Kamijo took one of his hands into his own and his other arm wrapped instinctively around his waist as the music began. "Are you okay?" Kamijo asked, referring to the incident in the bathroom.
    Smiling, Machi replied, "Absolutely fine. It was the most satisfying look that he got on his face!"
    Laughing slightly, the vocalist told him, "I want to be the only one to touch you. I don't want to share." He made a little-kid pouting face that Machi found absolutely adorable.
    "And so it'll be," he replied to him.
    Kamijo let go of his lover's hand and wrapped both arms around his waist, drawing Machi closer to his body. Sighing softly, Machi wrapped his arms around Kamijo and pressed his cheek against his strong neck. The blonde man didn't care who was watching, he reached a hand down and tilted Machi's chin up ever so slightly, covering his lips with his own. Their lips blended together perfectly in a gentle kiss, one they wanted to last forever.

***

   The man from the bathroom stormed over to the mater d. Thrusting a finger in the direction of the kissing couple on the dance floor, he demanded, "Do you see them? Those are two guys! He's cross-dressing! They're gay!"
    "I realize that, sir, I cannot control who our customers are," she responded.
    "Can't you throw them out? It's disgusting!"
    "No, I can't throw them out, and besides, I'm a yaoi fan! ^_^V *peace*"

***

    Kamijo and Machi were back at their apartment after a wonderful evening. They sat together on the couch, just cuddling and enjoying each other's presence. One of Kamijo's hands idly stroked the drummer's back, then shifted so he pinned his lover to the couch, kissing him hard.
    "Mmm.." Machi sighed into the kiss, wrapping his arms around his lovers neck, holding him down. He felt the vocalist's tongue run over his bottom lip and he opened his mouth, allowing it to slip inside. He raised his tongue to meet his lover's and entwined his fingers in the blonde hair.
    When they finally broke the kiss, gasping for air, Machi said breathlessly, "You're going to rip my new dress, Kami-chan..."
    "Mm, we'll have to do something about that, won't we?" his lover replied seductively. He got off of Machi and helped him to his feet. Moving behind him and running his hands over the front of his body, he whispered,        "Just relax." He bit the drummer's earlobe softly with his lips as he began to untie the silk cord that tied around Machi's neck. Letting the front of the dress drop, the blonde man brought his hands up and ran his fingers over the hardening nipples, rubbing and pinching them gently, receiving light moans of pleasure from the red-haired man. Machi could feel Kamijo's growing erection pressing into the small of his back.
    Bending his legs, he ran his tongue down the back of Machi's neck and over the smooth skin of his back, all the while his hands keeping the same activity. Finally, he reached the middle of his back where the dress zipped up. Removing one of his hands, he began to draw the zipper down ever so slowly, revealing more and more glorious skin. The zipper reached the bottom of its track and Kamijo let the dress drop, leaving Machi standing in black pantyhose and underwear.
    Kamijo laughed and ran his fingers lightly over the bulge in the pantyhose. "You're going to rip these, Machi-chan!" he joked. "Pantyhose aren't used to having these in them!"
    Machi let out a whimper of protest as the blonde man told him, "We should at least go to the bedroom, ne?" Ignoring Machi, he lifted the aroused body into his arms and carried him down the hall, placing him on the bed. "Now I haven't seen all I wanted to yet," Kamijo whispered, sliding off the remaining garments in one stroke, leaving Machi completely at his mercy. "I never tire of this view."
    Kamijo made his love sit on the edge of the bed, then knelt on the ground, pressing his legs apart. Moving his head between them, he ran his tongue up the inside of Machi's thigh, hearing him sigh. Avoiding the area that Machi wanted the attention to go to most, he licked lightly where the drummer's leg met his hip. Machi thrust his hips upward, whimpering in need. Consenting, Kamijo licked up the drummer's erect shaft in long deliberate strokes. Machi moaned loudly, thrusting into Kamijo's mouth. The blonde man swirled his tongue over the head, then began a teasing suction, making Machi's cries of pleasure louder still. He brought a hand up behind the drummer and gently slipped a finger inside of his opening, feeling the muscles tighten around the intrusion. As he worked a second finger in, it sent Machi over the edge and he clenched the bed sheets as he came, filling Kamijo's mouth with his semen.
    Kamijo withdrew his fingers from inside of his lover and removed his own clothing, letting it fall into a heep on the floor. The vocalist moved to the center of the bed and Machi crawled over to him, looking him in his desire-glazed eyes. Smiling, he straddled his lap and felt Kamijo grind their hips together, turning Machi on more. The blonde was about to put on lubricant until the drummer blushed, asking, "Can I put it on you?"
    "Of course..." he replied, happy at the offer. Machi took the lubricant from his lover's hand, then held the wrist of the now empty hand in his own. Bringing it up to his mouth, he ran his tongue along the vocalist's index finger, then taking it into his mouth, tongue exploring the entire digit. Kamijo sighed at this seductive little game, then pressed his mouth against the drummer's neck, gently biting the warm skin. Both of their mouths moved towards each other at the same moment and met, tongues instantly wrestling with each other. Machi broke the kiss and squeezed some of the lubricant into his hand.
   Kamijo moaned as Machi's skilled fingers ran along him, spreading the lubricant all over his length and wiping the rest on his opening. Positioning himself right, both men groaned in pleasure as Kamijo slid his arousal inside of Machi. The drummer pumped his hips up and down on his lover's hard shaft until in lust, Kamijo got him onto his back and did the hip work himself. Machi hooked his ankles around the blonde man's body as Kamijo thrust himself in and out of the drummer hard. Their cries got louder as Kamijo began bringing his tip all the way out then slamming back in, creating pleasure for both of them. Besides the pleasure of Kamijo's manhood rubbing inside of him, Machi was also quite aware of his own erection rubbing against his lover's body, creating wonderful friction. Machi climaxed, crying out loudly and his muscles clenching Kamijo's shaft, bringing him over the edge with him. They collapsed back onto the bed and Kamijo slipped himself out of his lover.
    The vocalist rolled over so Machi lay on his chest, then whispered, "I love you."
    "I love you, too," the drummer replied sleepily, snuggling his head underneath Kamijo's chin.
    They fell asleep, wrapped tightly in each other's arms.

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