Practice is over and the sky is dark. Night time. Darkness.

The moon is shining brightly and so are the constellations that covered the hazy blue sky, the air is getting colder by the minute.

Jiro shivered as a gust of night wind sloftly blew past him, causing him to snuggle closer inside his coat. Hisashi is right beside him, clad in his dark coat as well. They are walking towards the parking lot. Holding hands. When they were finally in front of Hisashi's car, Hisashi moved to open the passenger door for Jiro when Jiro suddenly stopped Hisashi's hand from unlocking the door.

"Hisa, I won't be able to stay for the night. I have to meet my sister, she's in town you know."

Hisashi observed Jiro from the corner of his eye. "Again? Um, can you come by later tonight? You know I can't sleep without you."

Jiro smiled in spite of his nervousness, lying to Hisashi has always been difficult for him. "Okay, maybe I can come over by midnight or something. I still have to fix my pad, it's been a week since I left it and it hasn't been cleaned."

Nodding his approval, Hisashi gave Jiro a kiss on the forehead. "I'll be waiting."

Just the sight of Hisashi's nescience and naivetes brought another wave of shame and anxiety to Jiro, he suddenly embraced the other man. Tight.

"I love you Hisa" Jiro breathed against Hisashi's hair.

Hisashi smirked. "Mmmm, can't live without me huh?"

"You know you're always right."

"I love you too. Now go, don't keep your sister waiting. Say 'hi' to her for me ne?" Hisashi said as he went around the car to open the door.

Jiro nodded, his face scrunching up to form a painful smile. "Sure thing. Drive safely and don't run over cats."

Hisashi stuck out his tongue at Jiro, earning a smile from the other boy. "Baka"

Jiro watched Hisashi's car as it slowly parted from him, when it finally disappeared from his sight he looked up at the sky. "Forgive me."

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Ding.

The elevator doors opened revealing a very tired and solitary figure.Jiro stepped out of the elevator, he walked towards his apartment with weighed steps. He knows that he will be commiting another hell worthy sin as soon as he steps inside his pad.

He looked at his door and took out his key from his coat pocket, he put it inside the lock only to find out that the door doesn't need any key.

It was unlocked.

Jiro took a deep breath and slowly twisted the knob.

Darkness welcomed him.

He opted to find the light switch and turned it on, giving light to his seemingly dead space. He took off his coat and hanged it in the rack, he proceeded to take off his shoes only to find that there's another pair already resting on the floor.

And it is not his.

He should've seen it coming.

Jiro made his way to his bedroom, a little uncertain if he should or shouldn't go with this routine. He's already in deep shit as it is and he's making things worse. Jiro loves Hisashi, there's not doubt about that, but sometimes Hisashi loves too much and sometimes he cannot breathe. He needs to be free once in a while.

Teru just happened to be there. He knows Teru likes him, he'd seen the way Teru looks at him, he felt it most especially whenever Teru touches him...really, Teru just happened to be there.

But why is Teru here now? And why do I keep coming to him?

Jiro entered his bedroom, the spacious room is quite dark save for the dim light the lamp provided. The room is also empty. Where is Teru? he thought.

"There you are" a voice that seems to come out of the bathroom said.

Jiro whipped around and saw Teru. A very wet looking Teru, clad in his robe.His breath caught.

Now he knows the answers to his questions.

Because temptations...no matter how bad they seem, are always hard to resist.

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Teru tilted his head to the side. "Sorry, I hope you don't mind me taking a bath."

But his voce betrayed what he said, for he sounded not apologetic but tempting. He purposely made it that way.

Teru made his way towards Jiro, his steps quick and determined. When he is finally in from of the bassist he didn't waste any time, his hand shot out and grabbed Jiro's nape fusing their lips together.

In an instant, the image of Hisashi flashed through Jiro's mind. Wrong wrong wrong...WRONG!!!!!! Jiro's mind screamed.

But the temptation is too great to resist, Teru's lips are doing their magic and Jiro had no other choice but to give in.

Give in...I'm giving in...forgive me...

Hisashi's image soon disappeared and he surrendered.

Teru's lips are hard and demanding, they quickly descended down Jiro's long swan-like neck. Teru's tongue lapped at the exposed skin making Jiro moan out loud. "I'm yours..." Teru whispered in Jiro's ear.

Teru briefly pulled away to take off Jiro's shirt with an annoyed grunt, leaving a half-naked Jiro standing in front of him...he licked his lips at the sight of the beautiful man in front of him and despite Jiro's height against him he carried the bassist over to the desk. Jiro was seated on the desk, with Teru standing between his legs parting them. Jiro hastily
proceeded to unwrap Teru's robe undressing the vocalist in one swift movement. Teru's beautiful body stood before him...Jiro's mouth went dry.

Teru's eyes are glazed, he is getting high on Jiro's scent...Jiro's kisses...JIro's mouth...Jiro's everything.

Teru's hands are descending down from Jiro's hair to his neck...caressing Jiro's warm back for a moment only to go in front to caress Jiro's chest, pulling Jiro's nipples between the pads of his fingers. A soft gasp escaped Jiro's parted lips as Teru continued to deliciously torture him, Jiro's hands crept down from Teru's back to rest on his waist...when Jiro's hands glided lower just above the other man's shaft Teru shivered and pressed his arousal against Jiro's leg.

Teru is getting more fervent by the minute and his hands stopped their contact with Jiro's nipples to unbuckle the bassist's belt, pulling Jiro's trousers along with his underwear in an almost hostile manner.

Jiro suddenly gasped when Teru's hand encircled his arousal, unconciously rubbing his throbbing cock with Teru's hand. Teru slowly laid Jiro onto his back, atop the desk...Teru's hands briefly stopped to be replaced by Teru's hot mouth engulfing Jiro in madness.

"Ughnnnnnn..Ahh, m-more..." Jiro pleaded.

Teru slowly licked Jiro's length with excruciating slowness, he loved having power over the other man...he loved making Jiro squirm under his touch...he loved how he can control Jiro. Teru's mouth went down Jiro's length, tasting the other man fully...he slowly grinded his teeth against Jiro's shaft making Jiro quicken and harden more, making Jiro raise his hips to pump his arousal in Teru's mouth. His hands crept above to Jiro's face only to be licked and sucked by the bassist hot mouth. Sexy actions called for sexier means.

Teru's mouth is relentess, and Jiro is gasping more and more...moaning against his fingers...whimpering...quickening.

"Ah...ah...ahh..ahhhhh!!!" Jiro screamed, as he came into a white-hot explosion.

Teru swallowed some of Jiro's cum but left some for another purpose, he put some of the creamy susbstance in his own arousal. Then he quickly positioned himself against Jiro's opening, raising Jiro's hips off the desk and onto
his own painfully hard cock. And inch by aching inch he let Jiro's warmth envelope him.

He waited a few moments until Jiro moved his approval, he drew back then pumped back in...in and out, in and out...

He placed his hands in Jiro's waist and pushed it more against his cock wanting Jiro to feel all of him.

Jiro's is getting feverish, he feels so full he thinks he's going to break in two...but the pleasure...the goodness...the pain...it's almost making him go over the edge.

Teru continued to push Jiro's hips against him, meeting it halfway with his cock when something gleamed out of the corner of his eye.

It's the mirror beside the desk...and he can see himself going in and out of Jiro.

That's how it should always be...the two of us, like this...Teru thought.

He watched Jiro's face in the mirror...he watching Jiro's hips moving with his own...he's watching them making love...and that only made him speed up. Teru looked away from the mirror to watch Jiro under his half-lidded eyes, and with one final thrust both of them came into extasy...

I love you Jiro.

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Why?

I...I don't know...

I loved you...how could you do this to me?

I'm sorry...I'm so sorry

I'm afraid sorry is not enough...

What do you mean?

You deserve to die.

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Blood.

Jiro awoke with a start, breathing heavily. He got up to at the mirror beside the desk, he saw his reflection.

"It's just a dream" he seem to say that to assure himself that it wasn't real.

Just a dream...dream...dream...dream...not real...not real...not real...it's like a mantra...a never ending mantra whispering in his ears.

Jiro laid back down on the bed. Bed? Why was he in a bed?

Teru. He must've carried me here while I'm sleeping, Jiro thought.Jiro felt tired but didn't go back to sleep.

He's afraid that the dream would go back and haunt him.

part 3