HOW TO WOO MEN

by Nika

They finally untie the gordian knot.
More drama than comedy...


8.
Aiji had just left, when Kirito's mobile rang.
He opened the small piece of silver plastic and before he could even say
one word, he heard Jun already:
"Kirito? Kohta got the letter and the Onigiri! Afterwards he warped
straight to cloud nine."
Kirito smiled at the information-overload from his friend.
"So, you finally got into the merger business as well?", he laughed.
"After all, they were MY love-letters to begin with and, well, it was so
funny to see Kohta space out", Jun sounded like he was smiling quite a lot.
"So I made my brother a fool for love..." Kirito was torn between pride
since his plan had worked out and an unsettled melancholy because of the
certain loss of Aiji.
"You certainly did, cupid-san. He is going to confess tomorrow."
"During the photo-shoot?", Kirito saw the scene before right him.

**
His blonde brother, shy and yet determined, strolling up to the taller
guitarist, a demure smile on his lips.
"Aiji-kun? Can I talk to you?"
And the serious tall man would nod, probably, maybe thinking what a great
friend he had in Kirito, who got Kohta to approach him.
"What is it, Kohta-kun?"
And his half-witted little brother would be fiddling and blushing,
stuttering: "I...We... Do you wanttogooutwithme?"
And the most rare and radiant smile would tug at Aiji's lips, before he
could mutter: "Of course. I thought you'd never ask."
And their gazes would become locked, before they finally shred their first
kiss, already promising the rich embers of passion, which were about to follow.
And Aiji would be out of reach forever.
**

[I never had him to begin with], shot through the singer's head, when he
heard Jun's voice.
"Yes. That will be fun to watch, ne? I can't believe that your scheme
worked out. Also, your bike is no longer enfdangered, after tomorrow, er
won't need anymore faked love-letters."
Kirito gulped the sour taste suddenly lingering in his mouth away and faked
cheerfulness: "Ha! I'm cupid reborn! What did you expect?"
"That it would end in trouble for me, just like always. But it seems to me
that you made Kohta very happy. You're such a caring brother, ne?" Then Jun
snorted and corrected himself: "Well, sometimes at least."
"I'`m always a caring brother!" Kirito prosteted. "And I'm also a very
reliable friend."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever you say", Jun giggled a little. "So, we will watch
out for the development of a new love tomorrow, right?"
"We certainly will", the singer agreed in a flat voice.
"Is something wrong?" Worry was entering Jun's question. "You don't sound
too optimistic. Was it something I said?"
"No. I'm just a little exhausted from making all of those Onigiri. See you
tomorrow, Jun-kun."
"Alright. If you want to talk about anything, please just call me."
[So very Jun-like], Kirito smiled and nodded, even though the other man
couldn't see his gesture.
"I know. See you."
"Bai bai."

Sitting in the dark, Kirito couldn't find the strength to slip into his own
bed. He felt as if someone had sucked him dry.
[At least Jun cares about me], he stared at his silver mobile and pressed
his forehead to it.
"Damn all feelings", he muttered, angrily.
Anger was providing strength and that was the one thing he would need to
survive the next day.
Better angry than empty, he decided.
He kicked his couch a little, hurt his own toes, whined a little, but
afterwards he stomped into this bedroom.
[Stay angry], he ordered himself and nearly tripped over his own bed,
letting himself sink down on the cool surface, self-pity washing over him
again with the next breath.


Jun climbed into the small van, which had come to pick him up and sat
beside Kohta: "Nervous?", he asked his friend instead of a lowly 'Morning'.
He, Kohta and Takeo lived in the same area, so they always were taken in
the same van. Kohta was very tense and his hands were curled into tight fists.
"Do you even have to ask?", he muttered under his breath, sarcastically.
Jun noticed the drummer in the back and smiled at him: "Hi Takeo-kun."
"Are you guys up to something?", the very perceptive drummer asked, seeing
Jun's shining eyes and Kohta's nervous bearings.
Setting up an innocent smile, Jun shook his head: "Not me at least."
Takeo grinned: "Really? I thought you wrote that love-letter to Kohta,
After all he did kiss you in the make-room."
Jun cringed at the memory. [That was sooooo embarrasing. In front of all
people. Not that his lips hurt or were disgusting, but it really was out of
place!]
"No, that was just to...to make someone else jealous!", Jun told the
drummer to his defense. "How-how is it that you know about it?", the
guitarist wondered aloud.
"Kohta told me before the last concert", Takeo grinned. "Now, tell your
o-tou all about, ne Kohta-kun?"
"I'd rather not...", the blonde man admitted and stared out of the window.
"Does that mean it is unrequited love then? Poor Kohta." The drummer
shrugged and studied Jun's face for any clue, but the guitarist just shook
his head:
"I guess I'm not allowed to tell...", he sighed, seeing that Kohta nodded.
"I'm always left out", Takeo pouted, lighting a cigarette, then grinning.
"But Kohta in love is cute."
"Ne ne?", Jun agreed.
"Shut up you two!", Kohta growled and the two men were silent for about
three heartbeats, before they burst into laughter. The first one to sober
was Jun, who wiped away happy-tears, before he laid a hand on Kohta's
somewhat slumped shoulder: "Don't worry. I'm with you all the way, 'kay?
It'll work out just great and you'll be happy." , he encouraged his friend,
whose face softened.
"Thank you, Jun-kun."
"Nothing to it."
The drummer from behind also mumbled comforting words: "Good luck! Keep at it."
Kohta's boyish grin finally returned: "Thanks o-tou-san."

*

Kirito waited for the others to arrive. It was actually not very much like
him to be the first, he liked to make the others nervous if he would show
up at all, but today was different.
Sleeping had been a very ungrateful task, his depression only broken by the
kind words from Jun in his memory.
[If only you knew, Jun. You would be quite surprised. But I can't destroy
Aiji's happiness now, especially not since it's going to be fulfilled now.]
[Snap out of it, dumbass. It's your own fault.]
[It's you again conscience. Would you kindly shut up?]
[Nope.]
[Obviously.]

"Huh? Kirito?", Aiji stopped by the brooding leader and looked down. "Here
already?"
The singer met the guitarist's eyes: "Aiji?"
"I hope so." The taller man grinned and tilted his head: "What are you
brooding about? Counting calories? Have you eaten too much yesterday?"
The singer rolled his eyes: "Quiet!"
Aiji chuckled, before he smiled warmly at his friend: "But the food was
really great. Thanks again."
Before he could even fight it, Kirito found himself returning the smile,
regretting the loss of this once in a lifetime chance to make Aiji his and
feeling elated since all of his matchmaking attempts were rewarded with
success at the same time.
"Gladly", the singer muttered, then he had to look at Aiji again, but
suddenly a shy female voice called: "Hello everyone!"
"Wickey-san", Aiji greeted the much smaller women, accompanied by her
assistant, Junko.
The make-up artist gave Aiji a very strange knowing smile, which baffled
the guitarist.
"Are Kohta-san and Jun-san not here yet?", she asked very sweetly.
"Not yet", Aiji answered truthfully, yet he wondered why exactly she wanted
to know.
"So, it's just the two of us for now?" A suggestive glance from the woman,
making Kirito frown.
[What's up now?! Is she coming on to Aiji?]
"Evidently", the tall man shrugged, then he turned to the singer: "I'll be
in the make-room."
Kirito stared after him for some time, while more people arrived with
equipment, coffee and questions.
[Why did it look like Inoue-san was flirting with him?]

Multiple familiar voices announced that the rest of Pierrot hat arrived,
including his stupid brother, Aiji's future lover.
"Hey Kirito!", Takeo greeted him with a significant smile, before the
drummer whispered to him: "You're brother has it bad for someone."
Kirito growled: "I know."
Takeo pouted again: "You know? Nobody ever tells me anything anymore. Who
is it?"
"I promised not to tell", a smug look from the leader, masks securely tied
back in place.
"My, my..." Takeo sighed overdramatically, "The children are growing up.
Keeping secrets from their father..."
That made even the gloomy Kirito smile, "I'm telling you all about it when
it's finally over."
Takeo nodded and proceeded with Kohta, while Jun gave the singer a
skeptically raised eyebrow: "Are you alright?"
A shrug was his answer, so Jun shook his head.

Kohta carefully peeked into the make-room, hoping on catching a glance of
the woman he would try to charm today.
Wickey was close to Aiji and her lips were moving only a breath away from
the guitarist's. A certain green-eyed monster tore loose inside of the
bassist's mind and he growled deeply.
Jun, who was behind him, heard it and was stunned. "Hey, what's wrong?"
Kohta was angry and tense at first, but then his shoulders slumped: "We
have been wrong all along..." he whispered, his tone very much defeated.
"Eee?! About what?"
"Miyuki-san! She is...", Kohta pressed his eyes tightly together, shutting
out the picture before his eyes.
Jun took an eye of the scene and blinked in confusion.
Wickey was teasingly caressing Aiji's cheek with a powder-brush, smiling at
him winningly and very sweetly.
[That can't be true! Aiji never mentioned anything about her!], then it hit
him.
The last time Wickey had seen Kohta, the bassist had given her an
impression of being Jun's lover. And after the letter, the smart woman must
have assumed Aiji was the author of those sentimental lines.
[As if ...], he snorted at that thought. [Aiji's definition of romance is
probably having sex in an extraordinary position in a love-hotel.]
"Kohta-kun", he hissed, trying to get the younger man's attention, who was
intently studying his feet.
"Snap out of it, idiot!", he wheezed, making Kohta look up.
"It's all your fault! But never mind, we will set it right", Jun explained
shortly what he had discovered, making Kohta nod with a sudden
comprehension of the chain of reasoning.
"So, she thinks Aiji is in love with her?", Kohta concluded.
"I would, after all, who is left when we are lovers? In Pierrot, she only
performs the make-up for us three."
"And now what?", the blonde asked, a little helpless.
"If only there was a way to talk to Aiji. He probably feels elated, since
his ego is petted and gets the whole thing wrong" Jun sighed, then tilted
his head to ponder the whole touchy situation.
"Listen, Kohta-kun. I'll drag Aiji out of the room. But you have to take
you courage and seize the chance, understood?"
"Wh-what do you mean?" The blonde bassist fidgeted at the hem of his shirt.
"You tell her that you kissing me was just...oh, I don't know... To make
Aiji jealous or anything. And that you'd like to go out with her."
"I understand."
Jun rolled his eyes: "Don't chicken out, okay? This may be your only chance!"
"Thanks Jun, you're a pal."
A kind smile graced Jun's lips. " I hope it will work out", he whispered,
before he opened the door and marched in.

"Hello", he greeted his band-mate and the make-up artist.
Both directed their looks to him and smiled.
"Hello Jun-san", Wickey gave him her toothy, sincere smile.
"Hi Jun, you're late," that was Aiji and his friend was right. It wasn't
like him to be late.
"Sorry," he mumbled and walked over, giving Wickey an excusing expression:
"Please, I need to talk to Aiji for a moment."
"We're in the middle of...", Miyuki started, but with a little sigh Jun
climbed on Aiji's lap and faced the younger man, resting his forehead
against the other's.
"I'm deeply sorry Aiji. Kohta only kissed me because I tried to make you
jealous."
The normally talkative and fluent Aiji only uttered an unintelligible
string of syllables: "Ko...? You... wha... ne..."
"Like I've said, I'm terribly sorry. But now, I really need to talk to you,
alone."
A pleading look to Wickey, with puppy eyes and the woman sighed: "You may
go. But I still need to finish your make-up!"
Miyuki recognized the totally stricken look on Aiji's face, the total
clumsiness that came with being in love and the vulnerability.
"Thank you", Jun beamed and pulled the other guitarist to his feet, never
letting go of his hand, even when Aiji was standing. He dragged the taller
man to the door, before he told Wickey: "I'll send Kohta in, so you can
work on him first."
Then he closed the door behind him, turned to Kohta and ordered in a firm,
not-too-Jun-like voice: "In you go! And don't you dare chicken out! If you
do, I'm going to.... I'm going to make you suffer, understood?!"
Jun had never been really good at black-mailing other people.
Kohta nodded, staring at the joined hands of the two guitarists for a
heartbeat, before he entered the make-room, knees weak, hands sweaty, but
determination in his eyes.

Jun looked a little lost, when the door closed again after Kohta, but then
he faced Aiji and smiled: "Thank you, Aiji-kun. I'm sorry for being
perplexing."
Aiji said nothing, appearing as if he had forgotten how to speak at all.
Jun rose an eye-brow, disentangled their hands, leaned against the wall
next to the door and let out a long sigh.
"Wha...", Aiji started, but his tongue still was tied to his jaw.
Jun pulled out a cigarette and offered one to his friend, who took it
despite the face that it wasn't his brand. Not even a menthol one at all.
"You're right, it's all very confusing, but everything will be just peachy
in the end, believe me", the older man admitted. Aiji leaned beside Jun,
his eyes tied to the other man's lips, inhaling the bitter smoke and the
faint aroma of cosmetics on his skin.
Inside soft voices could be heard, but no signs of rejection or anger.
Jun snorted in an amused way.
"It seems to work out", he mused in a gentle voice, filled with friendly
acknowledgment of Kohta's courage.
"Jun...?", Aiji finally uttered.
"Un?"
"Jun?", the guitarist repeated.
"What is it?", he wondered, before longs arms were suddenly around hooked
around his neck.
"Aiji?!", Jun gasped, wondering if there was really his friend's head on
his shoulder and if Aiji was crying, but before he could confirm either,
the door to the make-room was opened with a loud bang. Aiji jerked away
from Jun and all present people looked at the figure in the door frame, a
smile wider than the ocean on his full lips. It was an overjoyed Kohta.
More people gathered startled by the loud bang, also Kirito and Takeo came
to check it out.
The first thing Kohta did was jumping over to his best friend, Jun and
jabbering: "She agreed. It was not a problem. Even said, she was very
honored. Can you believe that?"
"I told you, you'll be alright", Jun gave a faithful smile to his younger
friend, who jumped over to his brother, happily beaming at Kirito, who
appeared more than surprised.
"What...", the singer started.
"...happened?", finished the drummer for him.
"Ah, I'm such a lucky man! I asked Wickey to go out with me and she agreed!"
Kirito's face seemed to crumble to ruins while he stared unblinking at his
brother.
Takeo in the meanwhile was not shocked, but very happy and congratulated
the younger blonde enthusiastically.
"Heeee, so it was Wickey", the drummer grinned. "I wonder why you all made
such a big secret out of it? Such a lucky occurrence calls for drinking
tonight, agreed?"
"Inoue-san?", dropped like an example of deep dilemma out of Kirito's
mouth, ignoring the drummer's offer of alcohol.
"What about Aiji?", he added, without even thinking about it.
"Huh?", Kohta made, rather oblivious. Evidently he saw no connection
between himself, the guitarist and his new date. "Aiji? What does this have
to do with Aiji?"
"What about the love-letters and the Onigiri?", Kirito's voice was even
more flat than usually, as if he was in shock.
"How do you know...?", Kohta wondered, but his bliss took over again and he
grinned: "Jun, of course. She sent them. Cool, huh?"
"She....sent them?"
"Of course, 'cause she likes me. Isn't that wonderful?", Kohta beamed at
the image of his new love cooking just for him. Just like he had always
dreamed his girlfriend would.
His brother tried to get rid of a really dry mouth, then he searched for
the eyes of the man who held his stupid, ignorant and near-minded brother
in his heart.

Aiji stood close to Jun and his face was unreadable, rather startled, as if
he had frightened himself. He returned Kirito's look and his expression was
slowly changing to total confusion.
Drawing in a deep breath, Kirito called out: "Okay, back to work everyone.
Let's party later."
Kohta looked a little disappointed, but he gladly returned to the caring
hands of his date, who was beet-red, but smiling happily.
Wickey bowed to Aiji and Jun: "I'm sorry for jumping to the wrong conclusions."
Jun waved it away: "Not your fault. It was only due to lack of courage,
that Kohta didn't approach you any sooner. But now that everything is
settled, I wish you luck."
It was so sincere, that Miyuki nodded gratefully.
"You are very kind, Jun-san." Which only served to make the guitarist
blush. [So, it worked out, all of that love-letter writing made someone
happy. I'm glad!]

Aiji only stared into nothingness.
Kirito approached the tall man and voiced: "Aiji?", in a startling meek tone.
[I've failed him! I've lost the one man who made his heart beat faster. How
did that happen? Why didn't I notice?!]
"...yes...?", the same answered.
"I need... to talk to you."
"Figures."
"Please, I don't know what happened... I..."
Aiji smiled at him, a bizarre smile, almost delighted, making Kirito shiver.
"Let's talk later, okay? My make-up needs finishing."
The tall man gave another friendly nod and disappeared, leaving Kirito
where he was, right next to Jun.

"I guess it didn't work out the way you wanted...", Jun sighed
thoughtfully. All Kirito could do was a single nod, while he still stared
to the place Aiji had just left.
"I really thought you wanted Kohta to date Wickey. All of those
love-letters and the Onigiri..." A bitter chuckle from Jun made the singer
turn to his oldest friend at last.
"But I was wrong wasn't I?"
Kirito felt his heart contract at the sight of Jun looking miserably
guilty. He shook his head slowly.
"It wasn't your fault, but mine. I never told you, who we were dealing with
when I made you write those letters."
"I shouldn't have assumed it was Wickey, though", Jun admitted, before he
remembered: "Actually it was Kohta himself who came up with the idea. Maybe
he has been attracted to her beforehand?"
Kirito sighed his voice filled with tears: "But now I have broken my
promise and a heart. The heart of someone very dear to me. "
Jun laid his arms on Kirito's shoulders, offering support.
"I thought if I could only woo Kohta the right way my brother would fall
for him"; Kirito continued. "But now he won't even talk to me."
Jun blinked, before an astonished puzzled look crossed his face: "Aiji?",
he asked incredulously. "You mean Aiji is in love with... In love with Kohta?"
[That was why he was so sad when we were waiting outside the door... If
only I'd known... ], Jun thought, when suddenly a hoarse deep voice asked
with disbelief:
"Kohta?!"
Both men turned to see Aiji.

"I'm so sorry, Aiji. I never meant to hurt...", Jun started apologizing,
but was interrupted.
"Kohta??!", the tall man repeated, his voice a little more controlled.
"Ai...Aiji..." Kirito stuttered and blushed. "How much have you heard?"
"About everything, I guess", the blonde guitarist mumbled. Then he closed
up to Kirito, glaring at him: "Wherever did you get the idea that I was
into Kohta?"
"Wh-what?!", the singer blinked confused, shaking his head. "You yourself
showed me that he was the one that made your heart go faster."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Aiji inquired.
"When we were in the bus, you grabbed my head and jerked it so I had to see
the man you wanted me to woo for you", Kirito remembered.
"I recall", Aiji stated. "But why did you assume I was after Kohta?"
"Because he was right there in my line of vision!", the singer defended
himself. "And you also said it wasn't me you wanted. So I wooed him for
you, don't you see? I got Jun to help me. He wrote the love-letters."
At that time something very odd happened. At first there was silence
stretching into eternity, but then, lightly at first but growing stronger
Aiji began to chuckle. It turned into laughter.
"You...", he wailed, still fighting his giggles, "You got Jun to write
love-letters? To Kohta?"
Kirito shrank, looked very meek and worried.
Jun came up to Aiji and tried to calm him: "Aiji, calm down. Maybe we can
think of something to right all of the misunderstandings?"
Aiji stepped back, sober from one moment to the next: "You know why I was
laughing?"
Both men shook their heads.
"It's just too ridiculous when you think about it, the man I'm trying to
win writing love-letters in my name."
Jun and Kirito blinked, still not able to utter a single word.
"Idiots, can't you see?", he turned to his fellow guitarist, his eyes now
filling with loss and bitterness. "I wanted Kirito to woo you, Jun. You!
Always only you!"

Jun gasped, his hands flying to his mouth.
Beside him Kirito seemed equally astounded.
"Me... me?!", Jun pressed out, shocked, overwhelmed... perplexed.
"Jun? You're into Jun?", the singer shook his head with abundance.
"Ever since we lived together", Aiji whispered. "When you were gone,
everything seemed duller, less defined, like there was something vital
missing."
Jun stared at his friend and band-mate, eyes big, worried and a pained,
tortured: "Oh Aiji!", came out of his throat, before he stepped forward to
gather the taller man into his arms. The tall guitarist buried his head in
the curve of Jun's pale neck and pressed the precious man against himself,
while Jun repeated his name soothingly, over and over in a gentle voice.
[Aiji, my poor Aiji], rushed though Jun's head [Why did I never see?]
"I've missed you so much, so very much..." Aiji admitted, also a thousand
times, just like being foolishly in love people do.
Silent, sore and lonely Kirito took in the scene before his eyes. He wanted
to leave and see no more, but he found that control over his body was
temporarily out of order. He felt as if he was cursed by an evil god to
watch for all eternity.
He desperately grasped the anger, but when he thought he had it, it turned
out to be loss. He moaned in grief.
"Shh, it's alright Aiji. Everything is alright", Jun was comforting the man
in his arms, when he heard Kirito's disturbed noise.
[The heart of someone very dear to me, Kirito said. And he meant Aiji with
that.]
It was warm encircled in Aiji's arms, lulling. But like so often it was up
to him to make things right, so he had to pull back a little.
"Aiji", he whispered "There's still someone else suffering."
The blonde guitarist entangled and looked around with tear-laden eyes,
finally finding his gaze mirrored on Kirito's face.
"Kirito?", he whispered the older man gulped.
"Nothing. Don't worry...", the singer said, but couldn't even convince himself.
"Liar", Jun chuckled emotionally, earning himself a shove from Aiji. Kirito
gulped again, fighting down emotions
Aiji joined him and patted Kirito's shoulder sympathetically; "Tell me
what's wrong. Do you mind me liking Jun?"
"No, I don't care much... if he makes you happy." Aiji smiled gratefully,
before the leader, his eyes glued to the floor, mumbled: "If not I'm going
to gut him alive."
Jun smiled a little broader, knowingly, before he softly pulled Kirito's
chin up with his elegant fingers, to get the band-leader to look at him.
"Enough stalling and secrets! Just tell him!" The younger man advised him,
even though the voice was soft, it allowed no contradictions. Defeated the
singer nodded a little.
Gathering courage, he looked at the man he had tried to make happy for so long.
"Aiji, I'm so ashamed that I failed you ... but I think I like you... a
lot...", he confessed hastily. Jun nodded wisely, almost as if he had
foreseen all of this chaos.
The singer looked around at the people who were busy, but gave them
bewildered glances none the less: "We're making quite a show out of
ourselves", he tried to joke, before he buried his face behind his hands,
unable to withstand the call of the tears and the burning embarrassment.
He felt one arm creep around his narrow waist, insecurely he peeked at the
initiator through his fingers. It was Aiji, eyes full of comprehension and
undiscovered tenderness.
Biting his lips, the leader reappeared from behind his palms, drawn to the
offered gifts.

"Kirito-kun! What is keeping you?", they suddenly heard Takeo's voice
coming closer. The drummer stopped, recognizing his three band-mates, close
to each other, sharing glances that were normally reserved for lovers only,
as far as his experience went.
"Oh I see. Them are keeping you", he mumbled, biting back harsher comments,
chuckling amused. Before the three of them parted, they shared a last open
look.
"Enough of all this mushiness. Back to work!", Kirito ordered then and all
of them laughed.
But nothing could conceal the happy sparkle in the eyes of the leader, when
he left.
"What a dork...", Aiji mumbled, when he returned to the make-room, his hand
entangled in Jun's, making the man at his side laugh.
And his heart sped up a little more.

**
Epilogue:
Typing the last words, Kirito let out a satisfied sigh when he studied the
finished essay for his "Essay-Corner".
He nodded to himself, pushing back the glassed on his nose, before he
turned around and smiled at the scene he encountered.

Jun sat on the couch, reading a manga he held with only one hand, Aiji's
head was cradled on his lap, the reason for the awkward reading manner
visible, because their hands were entangled. Jun's thumb lazily caressing
the other man's. Aiji's other hand was busy petting a blue cat curled
before his stomach. A dreamy look on his face made him appear much younger
that his real age. He sensed that the singer was watching him, lifted his
eyes to meet Kirito's and asked: "Finished?"
"Yes, just now."
That also gained Jun's attention, who dropped his reading material.
"Let's hear it then", the second guitarist demanded, while the man on his
lap agreed with a encouraging nod.
Kirito nodded, finding it hard to tear his eyes away from his two enticing
lovers.
"Okay..." he said, returned to the computer screen scrolled up and started:
"What is happiness? Some people say, it is the light between the shadows,
that everybody craves. But would we even recognize the light without the
shadows? Would we be blinded by it..." he trailed off.
He turned around again, saw that Aiji had pulled down Jun for a slow drawn
out lip-lock. He breathed in, before he closed the lid of the lap-top.
"What is it?", he heard Jun ask, from behind, deliciously out of breath, he
heard Aiji mumble something along the lines of: "Come back here!"
The singer rose and stretched, before he sank onto his knees in front of Jun.
"Maybe it's better if I try to prove my statements before publishing", he
smirked and his lovers did not understand.
"How?", Jun asked, always the curious one.
"By making love until I get blind."
"Oh..."
"Sounds scientific enough for me.." Aiji agreed in his deep voice, sitting
up. "Jun?"
The guitarist rose and tapped around helplessly, as if he was blind, making
his lovers laugh.
"Jun, stop it!"; Kirito giggled.
"I guess", Jun grinned, "The blinding part has been proven. I'm suffering
from serious happiness."
The other two men looked at each other and giggled again, before each of
them hooked an arm around Jun's waist, leading him towards the bed-room.


Hope you enjoyed this totally pointless story.
I started it for j-chan... *bows* hope you're happy.

Nika

 

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