Half-lidded eyes gazed through the room. Blur vision. A blink. He had too much alcohol than he could handle. A sigh. Time to stop, he decided. He put his glass on the table and received a grin from a figure before him.

"Surender already?" a cynical grin flashed in brown eyes.

A slight nod. "I went too far…"

The person tilted his head to two drop dead drunk figures. "You handle pretty well than them."

A suppressed grin. "Guess so…but I must stop before…"

Slim figure stood before him. Bent down and trapped him between his arms. "Before what, Jiro-chan?"

Brown eyes to brown eyes. "Before I do something crazy or stupid…"

"Like what?"

Shoulders shrugged. "I don't know…ne, I wonder why you can still have your head with you when you're totally drunk like this?"

A perfect brows rose. "Who says? I'm almost losing my head right now…'coz it full of crazy ideas that only comes up when I'm drunk…"

"Tell me…"

Negative shook. "You don't want to know…"

"Let me decide that." A threat.

Brown eyes to brown eyes again. A face leant to another. Just a mere inch away. "I always love your lips. I want to kiss you."

Widened eyes. Evil smile. Lost mind. "Then do it…"

Eyes locking. Hot breath swept against each other. Thin lips pressed against pouty one. Gasp escaped from the blonde. Shock. Tongue darted out. Licking at the pout. Muscles loosened. Surrender.

Lips slightly parted. Tongue slipped inside. Swirling inside sweet mouth. Strawberry, he thought. Strawberry and liquour. Nice.

Hands rested on either side of the blonde head. Mouth opened forcely. Kiss deepened. Small moan earned him.

Soft bites on lower lips. God, he's good. The blonde one mused. Sound of need of air. Kiss broken. Pants. Fingers lingered on soft skin. Forehead to forehead.Thin lips curled. Licking his own lips. Heavy sigh. "I want you."

This is crazy, the taller thought. Crazy. A nod.

Bodies rose from sofa. Door clicked open and shut. Two bodies fell on mattress. Lips devouring to each other. Smaller one on top. Moans. Whimpers. Kisses. Caresses. Temptation. Insanity. Passions.

****

Jiro entered the rehearsal room and greeted by a very cheerful Teru. "Ohayou, Jiro-chan!!"

Jiro grinned and greeted him back. "Ohayou, Teru-chan. You seems so…happy. You had wonderful times last night or something?"

Teru glanced to their leader who sat in the corner, stemming his guitar. The leader felt the glance and lifted his head slowly. He exchanged glances with the vocalist and they blushed.

Teru scratched the back of his head and laughed nervously, "Uh, yeah, sort of…So, uh, what about you?"

Jiro dropped his backpack beside his seat. He snorted. "Well…a little lack of sleep."

Teru tilted his head to the side, "Why? Something's bothering you? You can talk to me if you want to…"

The door opened and shut. The three looked at the doorway and saw the other guitarist entered the room. "Hi, guys…"

Teru bounced, "Hi, Hisa!"

Jiro stared at Hisashi and when the guitarist met his eyes, their eyes locked for a moment. A clasp of Takuro's hands broke the moment.

"Let's get practice!"

Hisashi couldn't take his eyes off of Jiro. He kept stealing glances to the bassist who sat a feet away from him. His eyes dropped to Jiro's face, to Jiro's eyes. There's some balck marks under his eyes. Was he slept well last night? He wondered.

Jiro's eyes. The so ever sparkling brown eyes. They sparkled too that night. Hisashi could see the sparkles. Also the passions. The crazy passions they had that night.

Takuro announced a fifteen minutes break. Everyone released a big sigh.

Teru found his way to Jiro. He kept asking him the cause of his lack of sleeping. Jiro just grinned at him.

Lack of sleeping? Hisashi wondered. He overheard them. And he couldn't stop to wonder why Jiro couldn't sleep. And he couldn't help himself when the flash of the memory of that night passing through his mind. He still could clearly remembered what happened that night.

Two drunken people. Two heads lost their minds. Two different people with the same passion. Was it? Was it the same passion they shared that night?

Hisashi felt his hormones raging. He gulped down, trying to cool down. He rose his head and met Jiro's eyes and he couldn't help himself. He growled a little then approached to his mate.

Jiro rose his head as Hisashi walked over to him. He blushed when he saw the way Hisashi staring at him. Like a hunter. Casually walked to his prey.

Hisashi coughed a little, "Ugh, can I…talk to you for a minute?"

Jiro stunned. Trying to find what was in Hisashi's eyes. He simply nod. "Err…sure."

"Outside?" Hisashi asked again.

Jiro rose from his seat and followed Hisashi outside. The other two stared blankly at them. Takuro crossed his fingers, "I hope they don't start another fight…"

Teru beamed to him, "Aww, Takky. Hisa's just want to talk…"

"And what happen everytime they * talk * ?"

Teru rolled his eyes. He approached the leader and rested his arms around the taller man's shoulder, "Mind your own business, ne?"

Takuro grinned. Hands on Teru's waist and pulled him closer.

****

Hisashi closed the door behind him. He made sure to locked it so no one would suddenly bounced in and disturbed his talk. Well, he didn't want to truly talk anyway.

Jiro turned to him. Hands crossed in front of his flat chest. "So, what is it?"

"What?"

"You said you want to talk…"

Hisashi suddenly approached to Jiro. Hands on the bassist's waist. Pulled him into a rough open-mouthed kiss. Jiro gasped. He tried to steady himself. His hands rested on Hisashi's shoulder.

Hisashi pushed him slowly from the kiss. Jiro licked his lips and tried to catch his breath. "What was that for?"

Hisashi took Jiro's hand in his and led him to the couch. They sat and Hisashi slowly pushed Jiro to lay on his back. He settled himself on top of the blonde.

"Hisashi…"

Hisashi placed his hands on either side of Jiro's head. Resting his forehead against Jiro's. Softly panting. "I…want you. I need to…taste you. Like that night. I need you. Again."

Jiro softly placed his palm on Hisashi's cheek. "We were drunk, Hisashi…"

Hisashi nod. "We were drunk. But I was aware of what was happening, Jiro. I was fully aware. That's why I can't forget you…" he said, starting to place quick kisses on Jiro's face. "I can't forget…how you reacted in my arms, beneath me. You're so beautiful and…delicious, Jiro. You're so damned delicous I want to taste you again…"

Silence. Jiro couldn't think. He couldn't forget that night too. He kept on dreaming of what was happening that night. He kept on dreaming of Hisashi. "I want you too…" he murmured softly. He cupped Hisashi's face in his hand and catched Hisashi's lips with his own.

Hisashi sighed contentedly and kissed Jiro back passionately. His finger tilted on Jiro's chin, lifting his head so he could deepened the kiss. The blonde willingly opened his mouth. Tongue against tongue.

The brunette trailed down his kisses along Jiro's jawline and neck. The bassist's breath fasten. Drowned in to what Hisashi was doing with his lips and tongue. Hisashi didn't miss any inch of his mate's skin. So delicate, he mused. And soft. Sweet.

A skillful hands working on buttons. Hisashi kissed Jiro again. "Ne, we have to make this fast…" he murmured on Jiro's lips.

Jiro licked Hisashi's lips. "Hai."

Hisashi lifted his body a little to unfasten Jiro's pants. He took them off in one motion along with Jiro's boxer. He gasped as he saw Jiro's lower half beautifully exposed before his eyes. Jiro was already aroused. He was ready for him.

Smiled on thin lips. He took off his own pants. Lying back on top of the bassist's body. Leaning to another kiss. Hisashi slowly grinded their hips together.

Jiro arched his head to the back as he felt the sensation swept him. "Ahh…Hisaa…"

The guitarist smiled. His hands rested on Jiro's hips. Pinned them down when Jiro starting to move his hips. Jiro bit his lips. His eyes shut in pleasure. He moaned in frustration when Hisashi lifted his body.

Hisashi slowly caressed Jiro's tighs and spread them. He knelt between Jiro's legs then lying on top of him again. He settled himself right on front of his mate's entrance. Hands still on Jiro's hips.

Jiro spread his arms around Hisashi's neck. Whispering to the brunette's ear, "Please, Hisa…"

Hisashi catched Jiro's full lower lip with his lips. He slowly thrusted himself inside the bassist. Jiro tighten his arms around Hisashi's neck. Hisashi's lips already prevented him from screaming.

The lead guitarist waited until the pain subsided. His lips never stop kissing the blonde. He couldn't stop. When he felt Jiro's tongue licked his tongue, he started to move. He pulled himself then thrusted back in.

Hisashi moved in and out of his mate. "Gods, Jiro…you're tight…"

"Ahh…Hisa…motto…"

Hisashi obeyed his mate. He lifted Jiro's legs so he could trushted in deeper. He moved deeper and faster. Making the blonde moaned and whimpered. Asking for more.

Hisashi shut his eyes. Different. Totally different with that night. The blonde tasted far sweeter and more delicious than that night. Gods, he's so… He growled. Kept crushing his body against the blonde.

Jiro felt his arousal rubbed against Hisashi's stomach. He was close. He ran his hands into Hisashi's hair. He clenched his hands. "Aahh…Hisa…I…NNNNNNNNN!!!" he came to all over their stomach.

Hisashi catched up with him in a second. He moved faster and screamt Jiro's sweet name when came. He explode inside his mate's cave.

Breathless, sweated, and satisfied. He lied on top of Jiro's body. Jiro's hands brushed blankly inside Hisashi's hair. Hisashi buried his face into Jiro's neck. Placed soft kisses on Jiro's hot skin. He could smell the scent of Jiro's shampoo.

Strawberry. Sweet strawberry.

Teru lifted his head, "Did you hear something?"

Takuro growled a little. "Nothing. Just your imagination…" he said as he nuzzled on Teru's neck.

Teru pouted. "I'm sure I hear something. I better go check on it." He rose from his seat on Takuro's lap. Takuro held the vocalist's waist, "There's nothing, Teko. If it was…just mind your own business." He said as he seated Teru back on his lap.

Teru pouted again but the pout soonly replaced with a grin as he distracted with what Takuro did to him.

****

Hisashi slowly put Ayu down from his stomach. He sat on his bed and his eyes dropped onto his iBook.

He reached out to take it. He flipped it open. He hesitates for a second before decided to write an email.

****

Jiro,

I wonder what are you doing right now. I guess everything has changed between us, ne? I couldn't sleep. I couldn't stop thinking about you. Do you still remember me?

~Hisashi~

****

Hisashi,

How can I forget you? We're bandmates. But I guess that's not what you mean. I couldn't stop thinking about you too.
Yeah, everything's changed. I couldn't sleep too. I just wondered if everything was okay with you.

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

Everything's okay with me.

~Hisashi~

****

Hisa,

Did we make a mistake?

~Jiro~

****

Oh, Jiro,

You're so tempting. But no. You didn't make a mistake. We didn't make a mistake.

~Hisashi~

****

Hisa,

So why I felt guilty to Reiko?

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

I felt guilty to Izumi too. Of course, we made a mistake. At least to Reiko and Izumi. But this is a beautiful mistake. I don't regret it.

~Hisashi~

****

For Hisa :

To Betlehem two woman, old and young, back from the stranger land. Two widows, mother-in-law and daughter-in-law.
The white haired was Naomi. Her husband died in the land of Moab.The dark haired was Ruth. Her husband died in the land of Moab too.The sand of Moab had swollen their man, before gave birth to another heir. Then Naomi back to Betlehem with sadness. But Ruth was loyally companied her.

"Call me Mara because God gave me sadness" said the old woman to the citizen. "I left Betlehem with something and I'm back with nothing." She forgot. Ruth was with her.

That time was harvesting season. Ruth went to find the landlords who permitted her to take the harvest that fell on the ground for she and her mother-in-law to eat. They had became very poor and had no land.

She arrived at the land of Boaz. And that man had a pity on her. He let her took the harvest and ordered to his workers not to lay a hand on her. The woman took th harvest until the sun had set then she went home with a basket full of harvest, for her mother-in-law.

Then Naomi lifted her head to the sky, "Blessed are the man who has his eyes on us."But the woman than told Ruth to take a bath and put on some make up. Because that night Boaz, the blessed man, would stay for some nights at his land.

"Put on your best clothes, my daughter Ruth. Go there, but don't let anyone notice you until he fall asleep after diner and wine. Hide. If the man has lay down, come to him dan took the cloth that covered his legs. Then sleep right there."

Ruth obeyed her mother-in-law. She went and found the man slept on the stack of hay. She lied between the man's leg. But her eyes still opened.

The man woke up at midnight and found a face of a woman between his legs."Who are you?""I am Ruth, your servant. My Lord, spread your wings and cover me."

After that, Boaz said to her, "Blessed are you, my child, because you didn't come after young people, eventhough they're rich or poor, but show your love to me. Sleep with me until morning."

Ruth had came to Boaz and the man released her from poverty. Boaz married to her and she gave birth to a child that continue Naomi's heir.

The women of Betlehem said to Naomi, "Glory to God because He gave you a daughter-in-law who still love you in your old days. This woman really worthy than seven men."They named that child Obed. In the future, Obed would give birth to
Isai, and Isai would give birth to David.

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

Do you love me?

~Hisashi~

****

Hisashi,

I don't know. I need you, yes. But love you? I don't know. I'm sorry.

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

I need you too. I have aloeroticsm. I made love with Izumi but I imagined you. She wondered why I started to turn off the light. Because I imagined your face, your body.

~Hisashi~

****

Hisashi,

I'm jealous.

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

No, strawberry. I'm the one who's jealous. To Reiko. `coz she could reach you anytime she want.

~Hisashi~

****

Hisa,

I want to reach you right now. I want to hug you. I want to kiss you. I want to taste you. I want to touch you. I want to come to you. I want to rape you.

~Jiro~

****

Jiro,

Come to me. Rape me.

~Hisashi~

--OWARI =P--