Woohoo, lemon! By the way, the quote here means something like "With red eyes you smile at me and I feel as though I want to hold you" and it too is from Fuyu Tokyo. Remember to keep sending e-mail! "Akai wo shite boku ni hohoemu to kimi wo dakitaku naru"    When he was safely inside with the door locked, he set Kamijo gently down onto his bed. The drummer's arms still felt warm from the feel of the blonde man's body in them and he looked down lovingly at him. A sudden bold streak appeared as Machi took advantage of Kamijo's unconsciousness. He reached a hand down and softly stroked the other man's cheek. It was soft, softer than the petals of any rose he had ever felt. Getting more daring, he let his fingers drift lightly across Kamijo's lips. As he did so, the figure stirred slightly and before Machi could pull his hand away, those aqua eyes fluttered open.    It was as though time had stopped. Their eyes locked, an expression of shock and grogginess on the vocalist's face. Machi felt himself shattering, his hand slowly moving away from the other man's cheek. Much to the drummer's surprise, Kamijo reached up and grabbed his wrist, keeping him from removing the hand. "K-Kamijo?" Machi gasped.     The blonde man gently placed his other hand over Machi's, pressing the drummer's hand to his cheek. "Shhh. Daijoubu da." He smiled.     Machi didn't know what to do, so he stammered in denial, "Y-you?re drunk, Kamijo! You don't know what you're doing!"     Irritated, Kamijo pushed himself up, stating, "For the last time, Machi-chan, stop telling me I'm drunk! Does that make any difference?" He let his lips gently caress the drummer's hand. Lowering his voice, he whispered, "Mayu didn't understand. There was no 'her' I wanted to tell anything. Only a him..."     The red-haired man's mouth moved silently in disbelief. Could he be dreaming? It had to be, he decided, it had to be one of his dreams again. But when Kamijo's voice cut back in, he was brought back to reality.     "Machi-chan ga daisuki..." When the drummer didn't respond, the blonde man knitted his eyebrows, eyes glistening from moisture. "Why won't you say anything? Won't you accept me?"     Trying to calm his heart to a normal pace, Machi managed to whisper, "Hai, of course I will. I'm just shocked." He sat down next to Kamijo, taking his hand into his own and leaning on his shoulder. The vocalist wrapped his arms around the red-haired figure, sighing, "You're so warm, Machi-chan..."     Machi smiled. His dreams had come true, at least for the night. "Daisuki yo, Kamijo-chan..."  (I'd abbreviate it to Kami-chan but then I think of the late Kami and that makes me sad T_T) The blonde man leaned down until his face was even with the other man's, then closed his eyes, letting his lips brush over Machi's ever so slightly. A chill ran down the drummer's spine at this feather-light encounter. He sighed contentedly and pressed his lips closer to his love's, wrapping his arms around Kamijo's neck. The blonde man accepted gladly, pulling the other man closer to him, pressing his palms to his back. Machi sighed at the feeling of being loved and Kamijo took advantage of the moment, slipping his tongue into his lover's mouth. The faint taste of alcohol was still present in the kiss as Kamijo's tongue gently explored the drummer's mouth.     Machi's mind was in a total blur as he let himself be kissed deeply. The warmth and taste of Kamijo was wonderful, just as he had always imagined. Their tongues met a few more seconds until the blonde man broke it off, letting his lips nibble gently at Machi's jaw, kissing down his throat and winning soft sighs of pleasure from the drummer. Machi shuddered as the wet warmth of Kamijo's tongue traced light patterns on the sensitive skin.     Suddenly, Kamijo pushed the red-haired man back onto the bed, moving his tongue down to the junction of Machi's neck and shoulders. "K-kamijo-chan...?" the drummer asked softly.     "Daisuki yo..." was the response that was murmured into the other man's neck. Machi sighed. He knew where this would go to and he really didn?t mind that much. He was just afraid that in the morning, Kamijo would remember none of their activities and go back to being his distant self. For now, that didn't matter. All that mattered was that Kamijo was pinning him to his own bed, kissing his neck and whispering words of affection.     The feel of Kamijo's hands slipping under the fabric of Machi's tight maroon shirt brought his mind back to the moment. His hands were cold making a vivid contrast to the drummer's hot skin. Those hands gently caressed the flat chest, feeling the smooth skin with approval. He quickly peeled the garment up over Machi's head, helping him get his arms out of the sleeves. The newly exposed skin provided Kamijo with new tasks and he bent his head down to where he had left off, his blonde hair trailing lightly over the drummer's skin, making him shiver. His tongue left a wet trail down Machi's shoulder, the saliva cooling instantly in the air. Sensually, the vocalist made his way down to one of Machi's dark nipples, taking it into his mouth and feeling it harden as his tongue swirled around it, lips caressing it. The drummer let out a soft moan as Kamijo teasingly bit the hard nub gently and he placed his hands on the back of the blonde man's head, encouraging him for more. With a cat-like grin spreading across Kamijo's face, he moved to the other nipple, repeating his actions, causing Machi to shut his eyes and sigh with pleasure. Kamijo soon lost interest in that game and restarted his trail down the drummer's tight stomach, causing the stomach muscles to tighten in anticipation. As his mouth caressed the red-haired man's belly, Kamijo's hand wandered underneath Machi's black skirt, gently rubbing his soft thighs.     Machi could feel himself getting hard, the heat growing in his groin. This pleasure was too much for him. Kamijo was slowly driving him insane and he loved the feel of it. Opening his eyes slightly, he caught a glimpse of a frustrated Kamijo fumbling with the waste band of Machi's skirt, unable to get it off. Smiling lovingly, the drummer sat up, cupping the other man's face and kissing him gently on the lips. "I'll get it," he whispered sweetly into his ear, his tongue lightly licking the edge of it. Kamijo said nothing but grinned and resumed his activity, massaging Machi's thighs and ignoring the growing bulge in the underwear. While still feeling the wonderfully soft skin on the inside of the drummer's legs, he brought his blonde head down and breathed hot air of the cloth-covered bulge. Machi whimpered slightly, squinting his eyes and whispering, "Kamijo, onegai..."     Giving into the pleas, the vocalist carefully pulled off the restraining garment, exposing Machi's manhood. A soft moan escaped the drummer's lips and the blonde man let his tongue drift ever so lightly across the head. His tongue moved slowly up the shaft, licking his member all the way around, then he took the whole length into his mouth, licking and sucking gently. His breath quickening, Machi tangled his fingers in the vocalist's soft hair. "K-kamijo, ahh!" The feeling was too much for Machi to take and he cried out as he came into Kamijo's mouth. Breathing heavily, the drummer felt his lover's body move over his, then their mouths were pressed together, tongues dancing against each other. Machi could taste himself in the kiss and wondered how Kamijo could have kept it all in his mouth. It tasted horrible.     Breaking his mouth away from Machi's, Kamijo sat up and began to unbutton his white dress shirt, slowly removing it to expose a nicely developed set of chest and shoulder muscles. Machi sat up, his breathing slowing to a normal rate. His eyes drank in the gorgeous view of Kamijo's chest and he felt his own hands reaching out and caressing the skin. "Kirei..." he whispered. The vocalist had been ignoring his own needs the whole and Machi was going to compensate for it. He did as Kamijo had, trailing his tongue lightly over one of the nipples, suckling it while rubbing up and down the blonde man's slim sides. He could hear Kamijo sigh lightly as he switched to the other nipple. While he pleasured the nub, his hands reached down and undid the button and fly on the vocalist's pants, attempting to push them down at the same time. He failed. Whoever designed these didn't design them with sex in mind... Machi thought bitterly as he sat up and managed to get Kamijo's pants off. He pulled off the underwear with a little bit less difficulty.     Finally the two men were in the same state of nudity. Just as Machi was going to begin an attack of pleasure on Kamijo's erection, the vocalist flipped around so Machi was pinned underneath him. "Don't worry about that," he whispered erotically, rubbing his face in Machi's neck. Seeing the look Machi gave him, he added, "I'm sorry if I hurt you, I never want to." He leaned down and planted a soft kiss on the drummer?s beautiful lips, holding him close as though he never wanted to let go.     Gulping down a lump of anticipation, Machi replied, "Daijoubu da. I'm a big boy, I can handle pain." He spread his legs out as an invitation, their erections rubbing against each other causing waves of pleasure to wash over both men. Kamijo merely nodded, placing his hands on Machi's hips and tilting them up slightly. The sudden thought of lubrication came to the vocalist's mind and seeing it as his only option, he spit into his hands, spreading his own saliva over his manhood. The red-haired man watched, bemused, and told him, "You could've asked, you know." He stretched his arm over and pulled open a drawer in his bedside table, grabbing a white tube of lubricant.     Kamijo raised an eyebrow questioningly, muttering, "You of all people, Machi-chan..."     Machi blushed a deep shade of crimson and just handed the bottle to the blonde man. He undid the cap, smearing the slippery substance onto himself and the drummer's entrance. Chucking the rest to the side, his hands resumed the position on Machi's hips. Little by little, trying to cause as least pain as possible, he pushed himself in, being met with resistance. Pain shot through the red-haired man's body and he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching Kamijo's back with white-knuckled hands. "Gomen ne," Kamijo whispered, pushing himself in all the way and feeling the drummer's wet warmth surround him. He leaned down and covered the drummer's mouth with his own, caressing the soft lips of his love.     Slowly, the vocalist began pulling himself in and out of Machi, creating a slow rhythm. As the drummer was concentrating on the sweet feel of the kiss, a new feeling broke through the pain. It was pleasure as Kamijo's member rubbed against a place inside of him that he didn't know existed. He let out a moan, pleading, "Faster, Kamijo-chan..." The blonde man obliged, speeding the thrusts up and reaching a hand down to pump the drummer's manhood in sync with his own thrusts. Machi moaned as he felt the hand sliding up and down his slick member. Soon, Machi was raising his hips to meet the thrusts, their bodies moving in perfect harmony. Kamijo groaned as the heat built, the sweat glistening on both of their bodies. The drummer could feel himself near release, and he cried out Kamijo's name as he climaxed, releasing the thick sticky liquid all over himself and Kamijo. With a few more thrusts, Machi could feel Kamijo's seed spreading inside of him and the vocalist collapsed on top of him, body shaking in the aftermath of the pleasure.     A great sleepiness drifted over the red-haired man and Kamijo felt it too. He turned onto his side and pulled the drummer close to him, feeling his love's hot breath against his bare chest. Machi sighed contentedly, snuggling against the warm body. He felt so safe being held so tightly in Kamijo's strong arms. The morning could bring what it may so long as the night stayed like this. Smiling, he drifted off to sleep. To Part 3