Title: Ai o Osorete
Author: Scarlet Kozi

NOTES: Lemon warning for this chapter! Just so everyone knows.

As Kikasa ran blindly out of the hotel room into the hallway, almost stumbling, tears almost came to his eyes. Tears of frustration, of confusion, and of inner pain.

‘What the hell am I doing?' he could only think to himself, pausing for just a moment when he was halfway down the hall, before breaking into a run again. ‘This isn't right! I'm straight, and he's my friend. Even if... Even if I was gay, then it still wouldn't be right. But... I'm running out on him... He told me that he wanted me, didn't he? He's never looked at me quite like that before... I can't believe I just felt his fucking tongue on my hand!'

Kikasa couldn't decide between the two struggling halves of his mind. The first was firmly convinced that this was wrong, and that, being straight, he certainly wasn't supposed to be involved in this sort of thing, feeling these feelings. The second was less certain, and was more concerned with why he was actually abandoning someone who clearly wanted to have sex with him.

He rushed to the open, empty elevator and charged inside, fortunate that there was no one to be seen. He stood there, tightening his fingers into fists of concentrating, panting, and pressed a random button, the lobby floor button. The doors began to close.

But before they could, Sakito appeared. "Kika-chan! Matte yo!"

Kikasa looked up with shock to see Sakito wriggling between the elevator doors just before they could shut on him. The moment that Sakito stumbled into the elevator, they closed firmly behind him, and the elevator started to make its descent.

Sakito genuinely looked concerned, as he tried to catch his breath. "What's the matter? Why are you leaving?"

Kikasa swallowed and avoided his eyes, obstinately fighting tears.

"What? Was I going too fast?" Sakito furrowed his brows, clearly unable to believe that this was true. After all, they'd been friends for a couple of years by now, and both had been attracted to the other for months. He took his place next to Kikasa in the elevator, gazing at him. "You can't run away forever!"

Kikasa said nothing, tensing with anger.

Sakito frowned at him now, but was more worried than indignant. "And what's the point of this? Just where are you going, anyway?"

Finally Kikasa spoke, and only one sentence, stubbornly. "I need to go and get drunk."

Sakito only looked at him. Even when he tried to speak again, there was no reaction from the harshly shaken bassist, and the vocalist heaved a sigh, seeing with frustration that this was no use. The elevator had almost reached the lobby when suddenly Sakito reached out and pushed the emergency stop button on the elevator, unable to bear the silence any longer.

There was a loud, echoing sound as the elevator screeched to a halt, pausing where it was between floors, about three levels up from where it had been told to stop.

Enraged, Kikasa whirled on him. "What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded.

"I'm not going to let you run away. We need to talk." Sakito shifted even closer now, and moved in front of Kikasa so that he was standing directly in front of him, looking down into his face. Even when Kikasa tried to look away, it was nearly impossible.

There was a pause, and then Sakito decided to just begin. "Listen, I know you're afraid. I know this is strange to you, and you probably don't want to accept that you feel these things. Hell, I was scared when I first realized that I was... like that. I thought it was going to ruin my life! But after a while, I got used to it. You can't change yourself, Kika-chan, no matter how hard you try. There's really nothing wrong with being attracted to other men."

Kikasa was only growing more infuriated with every continuing word, and glared up at Sakito. "Shut up!" he hissed at him. "You don't know anything about it. I am straight."

Sakito laughed humorlessly, but wasn't trying to poke fun at him. "Who are you trying to fool?"

"I had a girlfriend up until yesterday, you know!"

But immediately Sakito had a response for him, beginning almost the moment Kikasa closed his mouth. "Your parents set you up with her, so it doesn't count. And besides that, I know that you were never happy with her. Don't you think Miyabi and Kazuki knew it, too? Why else do you think Miyabi always called her The Bitch, anyway?" He smirked slightly. "We knew you hated her."

Kikasa said nothing now, looking away quickly, scowling. But he was trembling.

"You never said anything, but it was obvious from the way you always talked about her." Looking intently down at him, Sakito added, "And I know that you were lying when you said that you slept with her."

Kikasa nearly choked on his breath, wondering how Sakito could have known this. How could he have been able to observe this much? But no, he was wrong. Kikasa couldn't possibly be gay. All the bassist could think about suddenly was what his parents would think. When he glanced up, his mouth open, to demand how Sakito had ever come to that conclusion, he could see a little smug expression in Sakito's eyes. Kikasa immediately frowned again, thinking to himself that he'd rather die than let Sakito know that he was right. He was only growing more upset. "Fuck /off/, Saki! What do you care? I keep telling you that I'm straight!"

Sakito only shook his head, then leaned forward.

Before Kikasa could spit out another curse, Sakito put his hands steadily on his shoulders, holding his friend's form in balance as he closed his eyes and leaned in. He began to kiss the bassist, almost delicately at first, almost sweetly, as a few strands of his hair touched Kikasa's cheek. His tongue slipped between Kikasa's lips and sought out his.

Shocked, Kikasa could only stand there, blinking several times quickly, his eyelashes beating out tiny waves of air to Sakito's cheeks. His mind was blank suddenly. He couldn't even think.

One of Sakito's hands lowered itself, and that arm twisted around Kikasa's small waist, holding the bassist's body against him. Sakito's tongue then began to work at Kikasa's bottom lip, but Kikasa stood there stiffly, still surprised.

A few seconds of this passed, and Kikasa felt cold inside suddenly, realizing the truth. Was he actually /enjoying/ this? As these thoughts were going through his mind, Sakito slowly pulled back, forcing Kikasa to take a breath, bringing in air to his lungs. Sakito's lips were slightly bruised even though he'd been doing all the work. With Sakito's arms still around his waist, Kikasa stared up at Sakito for a moment, swallowing to rid his mouth of the extra saliva.

‘I... I /was/ enjoying it...' He had enjoyed it last night, too, when Sakito had suddenly kissed him like that. But he'd had an excuse last night! Both of them had been drunk, or nearly drunk, and everyone knew that alcohol changed a person's perception. But today, he wasn't drunk. He had no excuse.

Kikasa's fingers tightened on Sakito's denim jacket, and with all his might he shoved Sakito away from him, glaring with tears in his eyes. "Get the fuck off of me!"

Sakito caught his balance quickly, only looking at Kikasa for a minute.

"What... What were you thinking?" Kikasa could only manage, his hand over his heart, his voice trembling with rage. He thought to himself that he should feel as though he'd been violated.

Sakito frowned now, but wiped his mouth slightly. He was silent for a moment, allowing Kikasa to carry on like this, but finally shook his head, interrupting the streams of angry questions coming out of the bassist's mouth. "Would you calm down?" When Kikasa fell silent, he sighed. "Ne... Kika-chan... Don't make this so hard for me." He was almost imploring it. "I would have told you a long time ago that I felt attracted to you, but I didn't want to say anything. I knew you'd take it like this."

Kikasa only glared wrathfully at him, even though underneath the angry mask, he felt vulnerable and afraid. For some reason, Sakito's words were making sense.

"But I can't hide it anymore," the vocalist confessed now, inching closer. "And neither can you."

Slowly, Sakito came forward again. This time, Kikasa did not move away. He only looked at him, the fury melting away into confusion, into doubt. Sakito slid his arms around Kikasa's waist again, and pulled the bassist against him, fitting their bodies together, as he leaned down and kissed him again. Kikasa made a small sound against his mouth, but only tried to shift backwards slightly. Sakito followed him, without letting him go.

Kikasa found his back against the soft wall of the elevator, and Sakito tightened his grip on him, deepening the kiss. Kikasa, in turn, clutched the denim over Sakito's arms even tighter, his eyes squeezed shut, unable to stop himself from responding weakly.

‘What am I so afraid of... when this feels so right...?'

Somehow, in some inconceivable way, all of the protesting thoughts were slowly disappearing from Kikasa's mind. Each time Sakito massaged his lower back through the fabric with his fingers, and each time he felt Sakito's tongue pushing at his lips, another worry, another fear, was removed. He was still uncertain about this, of course, and terrified. After years of being convinced that this sort of thing was wrong, he was suddenly finding himself in the midst of it.

Slowly, Sakito gave him a pause, apparently wondering whether it had been wrong to kiss him again. Hesitantly opening his eyes, he looked down at Kikasa, who was staring up at him, shaking. Inwardly Kikasa cursed his own timidity. "I don't... know what to do," he could only say.

"I know." Sakito smiled again, almost smirked, then kissed his ear. "I'll help you through it. Don't worry, okay? I keep telling you, you shouldn't be afraid of this."

Kikasa shut his eyes tightly again, hardly able to believe this at first. But his body was urging him not to stop and think about it, but to go forward, and listen to his heart. Therefore, swallowing again, he only nodded, very slightly, and said nothing. Most of the wary shield disappeared from his eyes.

Sakito blinked down at him, before his smile widened. Finally, some of the ice was starting to crack, and some of Kikasa's fears were going away.

He kissed Kikasa again, making sure to go slowly at first. He thought at first that maybe this was a good first start, and they should do the rest later, another time, so they wouldn't take it too quickly. But he knew that if they stopped now, it would take too long for Kikasa to feel comfortable with this again, because he would have to get used to it all over again. Therefore, still with his lips pressed against Kikasa's, his hands found the black laces on the front of Kikasa's elaborate red shirt.

Kikasa held his breath. "S-Saki..."

Sakito pulled at the laces, quite experienced with such fashion difficulties as this one, but nonetheless, it took him a moment to discover the secret to their mystery. He undid them slowly but carefully, one by one, loosening Kikasa's shirt and baring some of his creamy flesh beneath it. Then he reached for Kikasa, pulling him against him for a moment into a kiss, and Kikasa stood there, still stunned.

But then, even though the bassist himself was surprised, Kikasa began responding. Weakly, timidly, he found that he felt lightheaded when he was in Sakito's arms like this, after so long without the satisfaction. The moment that Sakito's fingers started working at his laces, a little passionate thrill passed through his entire body, focusing in his pre-existing arousal. Kikasa's lips parted to allow Sakito access, and Sakito sucked on Kikasa's lower lip, grazing his teeth against it.

Kikasa reached his hands up behind Sakito and wove his fingers in Sakito's black hair, pulling Sakito's face to his. Meanwhile, Sakito's hands were traveling over Kikasa's body, along his sides, his hips, his back.

During all of this, however, Kikasa's heart was beating with uncertainty.

‘Wait... This is too fast! What am I doing?'

Sakito finally released Kikasa, and both of them were panting softly. Sakito stared down into Kikasa's eyes, and saw that Kikasa was avoiding looking at him. The bassist, as his breath rolled out of him unsteadily, was fearfully staring at the wall, not sure what to do, whether he should make this stop right now.

Sakito decided to proceed anyway.

He leaned down a bit, pushing the fabric of Kikasa's loosened shirt out of the way, and he pressed his lips against Kikasa's collarbone. He heard the tiny gasp above him, and sucked on the skin, gently at first, then harder. Kikasa's hands grasped his shoulders again, tightly, and his body seemed to be struggling to decide whether it wanted to pull away or move closer. Sakito put his own hands on Kikasa's waist, and moved his lips up, trailing a line of suction from his clavicle to his jaw line.

"S... Saki..." Kikasa could only manage again.

Kikasa's tiny moan drew Sakito's attention, and temporarily, he pulled back to look up at the bassist. Kikasa was staring down at him now, in disbelief, still unsure. However, Sakito could see a tiny bit of desire starting to well up in the depths of Kikasa's deep eyes.

"Hai, Kika-chan?" he murmured throatily.

"We... We shouldn't..." he whispered.

"Why not?"

Flustered, he tried to think of an excuse. "It's not as though we're even major yet! We're not popular enough to be gay and get away with it."

Sakito only laughed at him.

"But the... the fans," Kikasa uttered.

"You know that if they knew about this, they'd scream with joy," Sakito said jokingly, running his fingers along the curve of Kikasa's neck, eliciting a tiny shudder from the bassist. "Most of them, anyway. Some would probably be jealous, or shocked, but I really don't think it would be that bad. This is more important."

"But Miyabi... Kazuki..."

"What are you talking about? Why would they mind?" Sakito blinked. "Haven't you seen the way they're always crawling all over each other once we get offstage? They're probably fucking each other blind right now. Miyabi practically dragged Kazuki into their room once I dropped him off. Trust me... They wouldn't care..."

That stated, he leaned forward and kissed Kikasa's lips again. Kikasa's voice was muffled, and he couldn't speak.

Sakito's hands trailed down Kikasa's chest and tightened on his shirt again, as his lips tugged at Kikasa's hungrily. He pulled until the laces came apart entirely, and the shirt was easy to remove now. Sakito drew it down Kikasa's shoulders, revealing the smooth flesh, and down his arms, and Kikasa was powerless to stop him. However, a distinct blush came over Kikasa's cheeks now that he was bare from the waist up.

Sakito then reached down to fight with Kikasa's pants, which were fastened with a chain belt. The clasp was a bit difficult to manage, and at one point Sakito had to break the kiss with the bassist to look down and glare at the belt for getting in his way, but after a bit of struggling, he won. Sakito yanked the belt off and kicked it into the corner, then kissed Kikasa again.

Meanwhile, he unfastened Kikasa's pants. The moment that he saw Kikasa's arousal, he licked his lips.

Abruptly, after looking down and realizing this himself, Kikasa jumped. But Sakito kissed him one last time, swiftly. Then, without saying anything else, the vocalist slipped his hand into Kikasa's pants and immediately pressed right over Kikasa's erection.

"Saki!" Kikasa gasped. "What the fuck are you doing?"

He suddenly realized what was going to happen and reared backwards, looking for a way out because he knew he wanted it, but wasn't prepared to let himself accept it. His back hit the wall, however, and Sakito moved forward at this moment, pinning him there yet again with his other hand on Kikasa's hips. Kikasa felt afraid, and wanted to escape this. ‘This can't happen!'

Sakito gave him a small smile which somehow managed to be seductive and reassuring all at the same time. "What do you think I'm doing?" As he said this, he pressed his lips against Kikasa's neck, right beneath his ear, and created a small suction, causing the blood to rush faster beneath the skin. Due to this, Kikasa's eyes fell half-closed as he struggled to make sense of the mouth on his throat and the hand in his pants, his own hands fixed on Sakito's shoulders. Sakito smiled against his neck. "Don't fight me."

Hearing these words, Kikasa swallowed, something that Sakito could feel through his own lips. "S-Saki..."

Still kissing Kikasa's neck, trying to urge him into it, Sakito glanced down every once in a while through his hair. He merely kept his hand there, pressuring Kikasa's erection without actually doing anything yet, feeling a certain throbbing under his palm. Kikasa almost seemed to grow frightened, but he didn't move again. Sakito then gave another little push with his hand, causing Kikasa's breath to hiss inwards.

Without meaning to, Kikasa let his hands rise up to slide into Sakito's soft black hair. He let out a soft moan, burrowing his fingers there.

Sakito licked slowly across Kikasa's cheek, again pausing his hand, slowly, torturously.

Kikasa gasped. The movements of Sakito's tongue were so slow, so teasing! Did he want to torture him? This was hard enough to get through as it was! Kikasa could hardly believe that he was here, in an elevator, letting himself be kissed and touched by another man... let alone that the man in question was his best friend, his band's vocalist! Just a little bit, Kikasa shuddered, and stared at the opposite wall of the elevator over Sakito's shoulder. No girl had ever made him feel little tremors up and down his spine like this before.

There was something so irresistible, again, about the way that Sakito looked to his intoxicated eyes. His hair fell down in rich black strands around his face, which he pushed out of the way so that they wouldn't fall into his mouth while he was occupied. Kikasa began to give in. Acceptance started consuming him, overpowering his anxiety and surprise. After all, he was the one who'd wanted Sakito even before he knew that Sakito wanted him.

Sakito's free hand began to shift away from Kikasa's hip, sliding around his waist and resting directly on his behind. Startled, Kikasa stifled a yelp. "Ch-Chotto!"

"Hmm?"

Kikasa swallowed. "I..." But he couldn't finish. He let out a soft, surprised moan when Sakito's hand slowly curled around his erection securely, only holding it for now. It was like a charge, a shock, and without knowing it Kikasa moved his hips forward in utter compliance to the vocalist. Sakito began to dot Kikasa's throat and collarbone with dozens of little, slow kisses, just as he began to stroke rhythmically with his hand.

Kikasa whimpered, his eyes flying open, and his hands tightened.

Sakito continued for a few moments, glancing at Kikasa's face every once in a while, caressing Kikasa's flesh faster and faster. Kikasa bucked his hips a little in shock, almost crying out. Without thinking, he wrapped his arms tightly around Sakito's neck and gripped him for all he was worth, groaning to feel Sakito's hand so active between his legs.

Sakito held him back tightly, and all Kikasa could think, as Sakito kept working, was that the vocalist /must/ have done this before. Kikasa had heard rumors and stories about it, mostly overhearing Miyabi and Kazuki whispering to each other supposedly out of his earshot, but also from others who drifted in and out of their lives. To Kikasa the stories had sounded like pure speculation. Even though he and Sakito were close friends, he'd never expected him to talk to him about such personal things, and before a few months ago, he would rather have not known. Nonetheless, succumbing to his curiosity, Kikasa had sometimes wondered whether Sakito could possibly as talented or experienced as he was made out to be. If their female fans learned about this, as Sakito mentioned, who even /knew/ what they would think!

"Ah!" Kikasa gasped, arching his back against the padded wall. ‘This is impossible. It's not happening. But it feels so good...'

Sakito savored the feeling of Kikasa's warm flesh in his hand, loving the feeling of having someone so important to him so close, throbbing against him, heart beating so fast. He practically wanted to jump Kikasa right then. He had wanted his close friend for quite some time, but not really so consciously, never as consciously as now. Just hearing Kikasa's voice like this was making his own erection strain in his pants, pulsing in discomfort, but in a discomfort that he enjoyed. Kikasa's passionate sighs and whimpers increased, as he closed his eyes.

To quiet him, Sakito suddenly stopped kissing his neck and pressed his lips against Kikasa's strongly, engaging him with his tongue. Kikasa had no choice but to respond, encircling Sakito's tongue with his own, as Sakito's hand continued to fondle him.

When they needed air, they broke apart, and Kikasa seemed even more desperate to breathe than Sakito. Now that he had a moment, Sakito glanced down and saw the bassist's head tilted to one side, his lashes dark over his cheeks, his lips slightly parted as that sigh rolled out of him. Then he bit his lip, and a loud moan started to escape from his mouth when Sakito squeezed. Kikasa's fingers became almost painful as they wove themselves in Sakito's hair again, as he barely kept himself supported against the wall, wrapped in one of Sakito's arms.

"S... Saki..." he was barely able to say again, gasping. "Unh... Saki!"

Sakito could tell that Kikasa seemed as though he would soon lose control. He glanced down and saw Kikasa biting hard on his lip, trembling, tiny beads of sweat breaking out on his forehead. Just when Kikasa was approaching orgasm, Sakito stopped and removed his hand from Kikasa's erection. He didn't want to exhaust Kikasa /too/ early, after all.

Kikasa let out a whimper, this time of pain, when Sakito stopped. His body shook a bit with need for it to end, but Sakito stroked the lines of his thighs, and he began to calm down. Kikasa seemed a bit disappointed that Sakito hadn't let him reach orgasm yet, but for the moment he was too dazed to think about it as he recovered.

For a few moments they remained like that. Kikasa was panting hard, but softly, his arms a bit weaker now as they rested around Sakito's neck, as his shaking died down. He stood there limply, his back against the wall, his eyes on the ceiling of the elevator, getting a grip on himself. Sakito was also breathing a bit heavy, resting against Kikasa, his hand on the bassist's hip now.

For some reason, Sakito almost wondered whether he had overstepped himself. Furrowing his brows slightly, he managed to ask, "You don't want to stop, do you?"

A second passed as Kikasa looked back up at him blankly, deep in thought. His anxiety increased for a moment, as did his shame, to think of what he'd let such a close friend do to him so far, especially when Sakito's advances had sent him running earlier. But his body, unsatisfied, couldn't allow him to stop now, no matter how upsetting the idea was of continuing. "N-No."

Sakito smiled almost too suddenly.

Kikasa frowned at him, almost suspiciously, getting a bit riled up at the fact that Sakito would get him this aroused and then just leave him hanging. "Why are you smiling like that?" However, he meant the retort only half-seriously, and didn't remove his arms.

Sakito kissed the side of Kikasa's face, his breath landing on the bassist's ear, cheek, and nose. "Because I'm not through with you yet."

Kikasa's anger disappeared in blankness, and he blinked. "Nani?"

Sakito didn't respond. He only licked his lips again to rid them of any lingering traces of Kikasa's saliva, and he smiled in such a bewitching way at Kikasa, from so close an angle, that Kikasa almost started to blush again. Then he reached forward and started playing idly with a few strands of Kikasa's hair, while Kikasa's strength began to come back. He was still aching, aching with his body's demand for release. Sakito then pulled away and his hands went up to his shirt.

Kikasa felt uncertain. "What are you doing?"

"Help me out," Sakito said playfully.

Kikasa realized that Sakito was trying to remove his shirt. Doubtlessly, then, he had intents for other things. Suddenly Kikasa's weakness began to fade away, and his arousal came back, now that he had rested. But still his doubtfulness and uneasiness did not entirely go away, even as his lust grew while he watched Sakito. He wasn't sure what to expect.

Already Sakito had unfastened the first few buttons of the white shirt, showing some of his own clear, smooth skin to Kikasa.

"What are you waiting for?" Sakito said breathlessly, then reached out and took Kikasa's hands, ignoring his surprise. He brought both of their hands back to his shirt, and when Kikasa's fingers made contact with it, the bassist began to obey him helplessly. Kikasa couldn't stifle the impulse and leaned forward, kissing Sakito's collarbone hesitantly as he undid a few buttons. ‘What the hell have I got to lose /now/...'

Sakito's breath drew in slowly, and the two of them kept attacking the buttons.

Their collaboration loosened the shirt successfully, but by now Sakito had lost most of his patience. With no gentleness at all, he jerked it off, sending the few remaining buttons popping off and going flying. Sakito pulled his arms out of it and tossed it off somewhere in the corner of the elevator, heedlessly, with the rest of the few clothes that had already piled up.

As Kikasa watched in surprise, Sakito began tugging off his jeans. Then he began to stare in shock. ‘H-He's not even wearing any underwear? Did he /plan/ this?'

Immediately Kikasa's heart began racing, and for a moment he tried not to look at Sakito's erection, but eventually caved in and started gaping. All he could think to himself was that Sakito must have dressed that morning with everything planned in mind.

Sakito, now standing there unclothed, made a divine figure. He was so slender, and looked fragile and strong at the same time. He was so flawless, at least to Kikasa, that he seemed almost impossible. Kikasa had never really gotten a chance to look openly at his friend's naked body before. The smile on Sakito's face as his glance darted over to Kikasa again was hungry with desire. "Well?" he prompted again.

He came over to him, and immediately his hands were at Kikasa's waist. Kikasa hesitated at first, still trying to keep himself from staring at his friend's erection, but then he caved in. To help Sakito, he started to shrug out of the already-unfastened black pants that still encased his legs. Sakito crouched down to pull the pants past his hips and down his legs, along with his shorts.

Kikasa suddenly felt very shy. After all, he and Sakito had always just been friends, and no matter what impressions they and the others gave on stage, they were still embarrassed when they walked in on the other changing, or in the shower, or something like that. Or at least Kikasa had been. He'd had never thought about comparing himself to Sakito. But right now, to him, Sakito seemed so much more outgoing and attractive, because of course Kikasa couldn't see his own charms. He had to wonder to himself, why would Sakito want him when he could have anyone?

When Sakito rose up again, and looked in Kikasa's eyes, he sensed his hesitance. "Don't be so self-conscious." He kissed him roughly again, as he kicked the rest of their clothes off to the side. They were both entirely bare now.

They stood there, kissing for a short time, while Kikasa's arms again wrapped themselves around Sakito's shoulders, and Sakito's arms again slid around Kikasa's waist. But soon, rubbing up against each other, they lost their ability to remain calm and delicate to each other. Their kisses became faster and sloppier, their breaths quickening as they both grew harder against each other, practically trying to swallow the other in their urgency.

"That's it, enough of this fucking around," Sakito at last panted, losing control.

He started to stumble over to the wall of the elevator again, dragging Kikasa with him, and without hesitating or worrying in the slightest, he shoved the bassist against the flat surface. But the wall was firm, and as Kikasa bounced into it, he winced a bit.

He couldn't be surprised for too long, however, because he wanted Sakito too badly. By now his mind was exasperated and full of desire. ‘To hell with my inhibitions! I need this!'

Sakito pressed Kikasa against the wall, face-first, so that Kikasa was right up against the soft fabric, and his cheek, as well. Kikasa complied and shifted up against it, and pushed his palms against the wall, steadying himself.

Sakito came up behind him. He slid his body up against Kikasa's, and when their soft skin made contact, both of them let out small gasps, already severely aroused. Sakito slid his arms underneath Kikasa's, around his waist, just for the time being. He leaned in and nuzzled his nose underneath Kikasa's hair, near his ear, and breathed out. "Kika-chan..."

Kikasa murmured, "I'm ready... I think..."

Twenty-four hours ago, Kikasa would have run screaming from the possibility of a naked Sakito pushing him into a wall, his erection brushing against his thigh, knowing that it attracted and repelled him at the same time. But it didn't matter.

"Close your eyes," Sakito whispered. "And keep them closed."

"Hmm...?"

Sakito reached up around him and gently touched his fingertips to Kikasa's eyelids, pushing them closed. Obeying him, Kikasa kept his eyes closed even when Sakito removed his hand. Now he couldn't see anything. "But Saki," he managed, uncertain, "why?"

Sakito kissed his shoulder. "You'll enjoy it more."

He put his hand on Kikasa's shoulder, after removing his lips, and pushed Kikasa forth again. Kikasa leaned against the wall, hands on the padded fabric, and pressed his cheek against it as well, without opening his eyes. However, his motions were helpless and uncertain, wondering sightlessly what was going on.

Though he had maintained a bit of a distance, Sakito pushed up against him again.

Kikasa didn't quite realize what was happening at first, but he let out a noise of begging anticipation, when he felt the smoothness of Sakito's chest and body pressing against his back. He wanted to turn around and kiss him, but something told him that it wouldn't happen. Sakito's hands pressed flat against his back for a moment, just touching his skin, and then Kikasa heard a sigh come out of the vocalist.

Sakito moved his hands in two different directions. They slid around Kikasa's waist, again beneath his arms, and met on his stomach. Sakito's palms were pressed against his abdomen, feeling every quiver.

"Saki..." Kikasa whined, shifting back against him.

"Shhh," Sakito's voice whispered in his ear.

Sakito blew a few strands of blood red hair from Kikasa's face, which only succeeded in arousing the poor bassist further. However, he could sense how ready Kikasa was, and so, he chose not to tease him any more. He withdrew his hands from Kikasa's erection and held onto his hips, then slowly sank to his knees again, this time behind Kikasa.

Sakito put his hands on Kikasa's thighs and spread them very slightly, leaning in. He breathed out hard, making Kikasa shiver.

Sakito leaned down even further and licked slowly at the back of Kikasa's knee. The tender flesh there was almost ticklish, and Kikasa gave a little start. Sakito slowly began to draw his tongue upwards, tracing the curve of the bassist's thigh. Finally, when he reached Kikasa's entrance, he collected the saliva in his mouth and then extended his tongue. If they weren't trapped in an elevator, he would have used something else, but this was their only choice for the moment.

Kikasa gasped, and his fingers clutched at the fabric on the wall. "S-Saki...!"

Sakito was poking at his entrance with a moist tongue. He ran his tongue around the outside first, in a circular pattern, and then was daring enough to even dart it inside slightly, to lubricate the area.

Kikasa moaned, squeezing his eyes shut even tighter. "Unh...!"

Just hearing the sound made Sakito wild. Unable to hold it back any longer, he rose to his feet and slunk up behind Kikasa again. He slid his arms around Kikasa's waist tightly, pressing his body forward and then his own against his. He kneed Kikasa's slender legs apart and positioned himself up near Kikasa's entrance.

Kikasa was not expecting it at all. As Sakito had instructed him, he never once opened his eyes though several times, he was tempted. He merely stood there, and when he felt Sakito standing up and coming up behind him, he merely assumed that Sakito was going to torture him and delay it for even longer. However, then Sakito pressed against him, and Kikasa was a bit surprised. Sakito's light weight pushed him into the wall, and Kikasa's fingers wove into the soft material on the wall again, getting a grip as he turned his head and began to speak.

Sakito's arms gripped Kikasa's body, holding him there even though Kikasa had no intent of struggling at this point. The vocalist prepared himself, barely able to contain his excitement, and then, when he was just at the proper place, shoved his hips forward. He knew that it would hurt Kikasa, but taking it too slow would hurt even more.

Kikasa screamed, and the sound bounced off the walls of the elevator. It /did/ hurt. Fortunately, however, the pain was more shocking than anything. Kikasa had screamed from the sudden feeling of being filled. He'd never felt like this before, never with Sakito behind him, against him, inside him. His scream was probably not loud enough to escape the elevator shaft and attract attention by sleeping hotel clients, but loud enough to echo in his own ears.

Kikasa trembled, pressing his cheek against the wall and gripping the fabric more tightly than ever to brace himself against the slight pain. His lips parted and he whimpered.

‘Now I've done it. If I ever had a chance of preserving my security against this sort of thing, I've completely shot it all to hell.'

But for some reason, he found that he didn't care.

Sakito paused there for a moment. He had ground his hips up so that he was completely inside Kikasa, and then he stopped, concerned, to hear those sounds coming out of the bassist. "Are you okay?" he panted, leaning to try to look at him.

Kikasa stood stunned, his body trembling hard, and he blinked back tears. He was almost glad that he was keeping his eyes firmly closed, though they had flown open for a brief moment when Sakito thrust into him. Now he shut them again, though moisture sprung to them as a reaction to the abruptness of his first experience. At last he managed a little nod, closing his mouth. "H-Hai. Fine."

Before continuing, Sakito leaned down and pressed his lips against the smooth inward curve of Kikasa's back, making the bassist shiver a little again. "Mmm..."

Sakito asked softly, "Do you want me to wait a minute?"

Kikasa considered saying yes, because he wasn't sure whether it was better for him to get used to this feeling gradually. But he couldn't wait. The pain and the surprise had caused his shock to take over, but now, as he felt Sakito just barely pushing up against a point of utmost pleasure within him, he knew that he needed him. His arousal was growing again, and he stifled a gasp.

"Iie... motto," he whispered. "Onegai... Saki..."

Sakito pushed himself in deeper, as he braced himself against Kikasa's body. But since Kikasa was unaccustomed to this, he made certain that he comforted the bassist, his lips never leaving his skin. He trailed soft kisses from Kikasa's right shoulder to his left, back again, touching his neck, his cheek, the smooth flesh of his back. As he started a rhythm, he sucked on Kikasa's shoulder.

Kikasa bit down on his lip, his eyelashes fluttering, to keep from crying out.

Sakito kept going slowly for a time, but it was hard not to speed up. After all, he'd done this before, and knew what kind of pleasure he could expect later on. Besides that, he desired Kikasa too much. Seeing that body in front of him, knowing that he was the one claiming it so pleasantly only made him want to pump harder. But he didn't want to injure Kikasa too much, so leaned down to kiss his neck and only started to speed up gradually.

"Oh...!" Kikasa had been trying not to release any sound, thinking that if he opened his mouth he would gasp in pain again, but now that most of the pain was gone, all that slipped out of him were little whining sounds. He gave up and relaxed, no longer resisting, gasping more and more loudly as he started to allow his hips to rise, desiring even more of Sakito to penetrate him.

Kikasa's hands at first tightened as he moaned, and Sakito found that he was moaning also. Kikasa was so tight, after all. He /was/ a virgin in this sense. Or, he had been.

Both of them were lost in the ocean of their desire, their need for release. Even though Kikasa's eyes were shut, his vision behind his eyelids started to become more distorted. He couldn't imagine how he could have lasted, holding out, as long as he had, knowing that he wanted Sakito, trying to deny it and fight it off. For if he'd known that this kind of pleasure awaited him, then he would have pounced Sakito months ago! Right now his entire body was seized by violent shaking, and it felt as though he was on fire, so greatly was the pleasure spreading through him. The blackness that he could see began to explode into stars.

"S... Saki..." He only barely managed to say this.

Sakito, through a film of pleasure, saw over Kikasa's shoulder that the bassist's hands were slipping from the wall. Leaning against the wall almost sideways, Kikasa's fingers drifted to his own body, and started to snake down his stomach, towards his desperate erection, which had been rubbed against the wall with each of Sakito's thrusts.

Without stopping his pace, Sakito pushed Kikasa's hands gently out of the way.

"Nnn?" This was the sound that came out of Kikasa at this point.

Sakito slid his hands down Kikasa's stomach instead, and wrapped his fingers around the bassist's erection again. At first he merely massaged him slowly, with sweeping movements, and then he began to slide his hand up and down on Kikasa's erection. He would tighten or loosen his grip at some points, in the same measure as their hips, and it felt so good that Kikasa could barely think straight.

The bassist was panting rhythmically, trying to speak. "Saki... more...!"

Sakito stifled his own small moan as he pumped Kikasa's erection, all the while shoving into him, over and over. He didn't want Kikasa to be distracted. He pulled Kikasa into him, assimilating him, as he reached around him to do his work, his gaze focused on Kikasa's tightly closed eyes, his full parted lips, the way his slender eyebrows were furrowed slightly together.

Sakito recognized that Kikasa was near the brink. He himself wasn't quite there yet, but he was very determined to make sure that Kikasa enjoyed himself. He quickened his thrusts, stroking Kikasa's length repeatedly, starting to moan more loudly.

Kikasa gasped, his breath coming out raggedly. Sakito's body twisted behind him, trying to go as deep inside him as he possibly could, every time. Kikasa felt his pleasure point being hit, over and over, and he came close to screaming, throwing his head back and almost hitting Sakito's, his dark red hair whipping behind him out of his eyes.

Sakito lowered his head, nudging Kikasa's tresses out of the way with his nose, and then, he started to lick Kikasa's neck, pushing him into the wall continually. Once again he used long strokes with his tongue, matching the strokes of his hands on Kikasa's erection, becoming more and more fervent. As Sakito's tongue licked him, as his fingers pumped him, and as he thrust into him, Kikasa became nearer and nearer to climax.

At last, Kikasa came. He was overtaken with shudders, gasping, his frame writhing against Sakito's and the wall. He had never before felt anything as incredible as this, but he didn't have to feel disappointed, even after he'd succeeded in moistening Sakito's hands and spilling his passion across his fingers. Sakito was still going. Again and again and again, Sakito pumped into him, lower moans coming out of him, even though Kikasa couldn't see him, and Kikasa remained there panting, his eyes tightly closed even now. In a moment of delicious ecstacy, as Kikasa's body trembled with several smaller orgasms, Sakito came also. An almost growling murmur, high-pitched at the end, came out of his throat and he released himself inside of Kikasa.

Their gasping breaths broke the silence of the elevator as they held that position for a short time, their bodies still united. But then, slowly, Sakito extricated himself from Kikasa, carefully, and moved back.

Kikasa weakly turned himself around and pressed his back against the wall, sinking to the floor.

Sakito didn't look down yet, so overwhelmed was he with the ends of his desire. As Kikasa sat down and drew his knees up to his chest, linking his arms around them, Sakito took a few long breaths and then sat down next to him, gazing across the elevator at the opposite wall. He raised his hands to his mouth and carefully licked away the remainder of fluid, which was dripping from his fingers. Then, he glanced to the side.

Kikasa's face was turned away from him, so when Sakito looked over at him, he couldn't see his eyes. Nonetheless, Sakito pulled Kikasa against him, between his legs, so that Kikasa's back was against his chest, as they both sat there peacefully.

Sakito held Kikasa carefully, his arms around his body, and leaned down to kiss his neck. "Kika-chan..."

But there was no response, only soft irregular breathing, as Kikasa's head did not turn to look at him.

Sakito began to frown a little bit, half-concerned and half-curious, and then he heard a small sob come out of Kikasa, who had by now lifted his hands up to his face. Shocked, Sakito released Kikasa and tried to peer around his shoulder, but once again, Kikasa turned slightly so that he couldn't see him. Sakito moved so that he was sitting next to Kikasa as before, side by side.

"Kika-chan!"

He reached up and gently took ahold of Kikasa's chin, turning his face to look at him. Kikasa tried to look away, but seemed to give up, scowling through his tears as he covered his mouth, still sniffling.

Sakito stared back at him. Kikasa was crying? Truly, that seemed to be the case. The bassist wasn't even sobbing, so that the only real trace of his apparent distress was the shaking of his shoulders and the silent tears that rolled down his cheeks. Sakito started to frown, then blink, concerned. He had never seen Kikasa cry before, and now, he almost wondered whether he should be feeling ashamed. "Gomen," he only said, not sure what to do. "I should have stopped... I thought that you were ready."

Somehow Kikasa smiled dryly. "There wasn't a chance of catching me any more ready than that. Otherwise I would have backed out."

Sakito shook his head uncertainly, and brushed his fingers over his cheek to wipe away the tears. "But you're crying."

Kikasa said nothing at first. His eyes were still a bit moist, but frustrated at himself, he wiped hard at them. Sakito continued to look at him, and he seemed to grow uncomfortable, feeling the eyes on him. The look on his face was dark, upset. "Does this mean I'm gay?"

Sakito sighed. So that was what this was about. He only shrugged his shoulders, wrapping his arms around Kikasa's body to reassure him. "/I/ couldn't tell you that."

"Well, now what am I going to do?" Kikasa suddenly seemed to remember something, and froze up. "What about my parents?"

"You don't have to tell them, you know. Not unless you want to."

Kikasa held his head in his hands, letting out a frustrated noise again, sniffling even though all of the tears were gone. "I'm so fucking confused!"

Sakito only sat there for a moment silently, looking down over Kikasa's shoulder at his face. Kikasa seemed honestly troubled. Getting over one's bias was not an easy thing to do, and Sakito could speak from experience. He remembered how long it had taken him to grow accustomed to being the way he was. "Kika-chan, don't worry so much. Seriously, it isn't as big of a deal as you think it is."

Kikasa snorted slightly, lowering his hands and looking down at them. "No?"

"No." Sakito kissed his cheek, watching him uneasily. "Ne..."

"Nani?"

"Would you... I mean..."

Kikasa frowned back over his shoulder at him. "What?" he asked suspiciously. "Just say it."

Inwardly, Sakito was hoping that this wasn't going to be just a one-time thing. He wasn't sure, however, whether Kikasa would be able to bring himself to repeat today's events for quite a while, even if he had come to accept his sexuality. Looking away, flushing a bit, Sakito mumbled, "Would you ever want to... do this again... with me?"

Kikasa blinked. "You mean..."

Sakito waited, without saying anything.

Slowly Kikasa began to understand where this was going. He only stared at Sakito's face for a few seconds, as it all sank in. "Are you trying to tell me that you want me to... be your lover?" It was a bit hard to choke out the words without making a face of inner disdain. He had to remind himself that he couldn't be homophobic if he /was/ homosexual. The idea was a bit intimidating, but he was convinced to get rid of his old notions.

Sakito seemed startled to hear him say the words, and his eyes flicked back onto Kikasa's face quickly. "You mean you don't mind?"

"I... think I'd like to try it. It won't be easy, though. I should be asking /you/ if you wouldn't mind holding my hand through everything."

"Of course I wouldn't, you idiot!" Sakito gave him a little push, unable to stifle a laugh of relief. "I was worried that you wouldn't even want to give it a chance! I thought that maybe you would still be trying to convince yourself that you're not gay."

"Well, it's a bit late for /that/." Kikasa sighed.

"So... Your answer is...?"

Kikasa paused, searching Sakito's eyes with his own. In a few moments they would probably get dressed and push the emergency button again so the elevator would start moving—they were lucky that no one had discovered that it was stuck yet. However, Kikasa had to wonder what would happen once they stepped out of it... Would everything that had happened, every word spoken, remain within the walls of this elevator forever?

His mind made itself up. Leaning up slightly, staggeringly, Kikasa moved his face closer to Sakito's. Sakito, instinctively, half-closed his eyes and leaned closer also. At the last minute, they both froze up, especially Kikasa, swallowing, not sure what to do. Again, Kikasa hesitated.

Then he steeled himself and suddenly pushed his lips against Sakito's. The vocalist, surprised, responded right away. Kikasa finally pulled back to catch his breath.

"Yes."

~Owari~

End Notes: I can't believe you read the whole thing. This was an immensely cheesy piece of work, especially for someone like me, who usually writes blood and violence -.-;; I wanted to deal with the issue of homophobia somehow, and because I hadn't written any real Due le Quartz stories before, I chose to do it this way. Well? What do you think? Review, please!

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