Sendoh looked at the redhead and smiled. The laughter that had bubbled up from him earlier on has subsided and he just there, leaning on his elbows, just watching at the young man who has given him happiness that was so big that it threatened to burst out of his chest.

"Oi, Akira."

"Hm?" Sendoh stopped mooning long enough to concentrate on what the redhead wanted to say.

"What are you thinking about?"

Sendoh smiled. "Ah. Betsuni"

Sakuragi arched an eyebrow in doubt. "Heh. That's not what your face is saying."

The brunette blinked. "Oh? What does my face say?"

"Something ... kinky..." Sakuragi mumbled.

Sendoh grinned. "Kinky?"

The redhead blushed. "Well.... anything hentai, at least."

"I'm hurt," Sendoh exhaled in mock sadness, "My mind is capable of thinking more than that."

Sakuragi blushed harder and started to turn his head away but the brunette sat up and captured the angular chin in his hand to keep that handsome face still.

Sendoh gazed at the redhead's flushed face with fascination. Sakuragi was without a doubt a work of art. Truly, the younger man was a vision to behold and Sendoh would bet that the ancient Greek scupltors were weeping in their graves right now for not having a chance to sculpt this picture of elegance and manly beauty. If they were to see the redhead at that moment, sitting under the sun on the green grass, looking comfortable as a king on a velvet cushion, they'd either would want to liken him to an innocent and sexy fire nymph which has escaped into the human world or an arrogant and beautiful sun god that has descended from the heavens.

As for Sendoh, if not for the prickly feeling of a hint of a beard under his fingers, Sendoh would have been hard pressed to believe that Sakuragi was for real. But Sakuragi was REAL. Real to his sight, real to his hearing, real to his smell, real to his touch...

Blue eyes were suddenly riveted to stubborn line on the redhead's magnificent mouth and Sendoh carressed the pouty lip gently, delighted with the feeling of warmth of the young man's breath wafting on his skin. Slowly, the brunette leaned down and brushed his lips against Sakuragi's and he sighed when the redhead opened his mouth to allow him entrance, their tongues meeting, dancing and caressing in a rythm that left them breathless even if they have only been kissing for less than a minute.

So real to his taste...

When the two young men parted, they both leaned against each other, their forehead's touching while their feelings enveloped each other as sure their body warmth gave each other comfort. After a while, Sendoh leaned back and ran his fingers through the sun-kissed red hair and murmured, "God, you're beautiful."

To Sakuragi's embarassment, the redhead felt a prickling in his own eyes and he quickly blinked, leaving his brown eyes glassy with unshed tears.
"Hmph," the redhead grunted, his smug smile wavering, "And I thought to get my hair dyed-mph!"

Only when Sendoh felt another wave of dizziness assault him, did the brunette finally let the redhead go with a distinctive smack of the lips. "Don't you dare change. I love you for who you are."

Sakuragi stared at Sendoh dazedly and smiled, his playfulness receeding at the burst of passion from the brunette who has enveloped him in his arms.

"I won't."

Sendoh held Sakuragi closer. "Stay with me"

"I will."

~The End

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