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Title: Lost Stars
Pairing: Yunjae
Genre: Romance
Warning: Some coarse language

Summary: Just a speck of dust in the galaxy, we're searching for meaning. But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?
***
Yoona is waiting for him when he gets home. It’s after two in the morning. She sits with her knees drawn up to her chest, staring at the blank television.
Without a word, Jaejoong sits down on the couch and stares into the same darkness, at their reflections in the black screen.
Finally, Yoona says, “We are ridiculous.”
Jaejoong says nothing.
She continues, “How did it come to this?”
“I don’t know.”
“When did you start …?”
“A little over three months ago.” He pauses, “When did you?”
“five months ago.”
“I see.”
She suddenly lets out a quiet laugh, Jaejoong looks at her. She smiles, more genuine than he had ever seen.
“We are so fucked up,” she says.
He nods, “Yeah.”
“I love him,” she says.
Jaejoong swallows, “So do I.”
“We ended it today,” she says. Her voice is getting smaller, shakier. “I told him I couldn’t see him anymore.”
Jaejoong threads his fingers together, pulls them apart. He stares at the ground, waiting for her to go on.
“If Rachael saw us, the both of us, with them,” she says. “God, I couldn’t imagine.”
“Me neither.”
“I’m not sorry,” Yoona’s voice finally cracks, becoming thick. “Not towards you, you bastard.”
Jaejoong closes his eyes.
“But I can’t blame you for who you are,” she draws in a shivery breath. Jaejoong wills himself to look at her face, glistening with tears in the moonlit room, half obscured by the shadows. “I just wanted something for myself. I thought it was okay.”
“And I won’t blame you,” she says. “I don’t and I won’t blame you, because I know how it feels.”
Jaejoong doesn’t reply, and they sit there, for longer than he can keep track of, in the silence of the night listening to the ticking clock. He doesn’t say another word to her, not even when she gets up to head to bed. But as he lays down on the couch, curling up with wide open eyes, he realizes that he doesn’t blame her either.
***
“Hey,” he says.
“Hi,” Yunho smiles at him. They share a brief kiss, “What do you have?”
“Some wine and takeout,” Jaejoong says.
“You didn’t have dinner?”
“No I ate, but I want to eat again with you.”
“Aren’t you sweet,” Yunho says and gives him another kiss. “I’ll set the table, you can sit down.”
They eat on the couch while talking about bits of their day. It’s been a week since Rachael’s play. Jaejoong has told Yunho about his talk with Yoona. Yunho didn’t say much, and they didn’t talk about it after that night.
Yunho doesn’t have any wine glasses, so they pour the wine mugs and drink it from there. “Classy,” Yunho says as they clink the cups together.
“Cheers,” Jaejoong says, and drains the whole thing. Yunho laughs, “What’s your hurry?”
Jaejoong shakes his head and chuckles. He reaches for the bottle, but Yunho stops him. Jaejoong watches as Yunho takes a sip from his own cup and comes forward, smiling. Jaejoong closes his eyes as their mouths touch. He parts his lips and let the wine dribble inside, the sweet and bitter taste, along with Yunho’s soft tongue.
“You have to savour it,” Yunho whispers.
“Savour it with me,” Jaejoong says as they become tangled on the couch.
Afterwards, they lie in bed while Yunho plays around on his guitar. Jaejoong listens with half-closed eyes, pressing his lips against Yunho’s bare hip.
“Hey,” Yunho suddenly says. Jaejoong looks up at him.
“I wrote a song for you.”
Jaejoong sits up, smiling, “Really.”
“Yeah, want to hear it?”
“Of course.”
Jaejoong moves back to give Yunho more space, who straightens up and crosses his legs so he can play properly. He starts picking at a few chords, throwing in some fancy sliding and slurring of notes, fingers speeding up and flying over the strings. When Jaejoong raises an eyebrow he grins and mouths, “Improvising.” Then he slows down, and begins to sing.
Please don't see just a boy caught up in dreams and fantasies.
Please see me reaching out for someone I can't see.
Take my hand, let's see where we wake up tomorrow.
Best laid plans; sometimes are just a one night stand.
I'll be damned; Cupid's demanding back his arrow.
So let's get drunk on our tears.

God, tell us the reason youth is wasted on the young.
It's hunting season and this lamb is on the run.
We're searching for meaning.
But are we all lost stars trying to light up the dark?
I thought I saw you out there crying.
I thought I heard you call my name.
I thought I heard you out there crying.
But just the same…
           Yunho stops abruptly. They stare at each other in the lingering sound of the last chord. Jaejoong feels his vision blur.
           “I found a company that would sign me, in Korea.”
           Jaejoong’s breath let out in a soft gasp.
           Yunho’s fingers tremble where they are hovering above the strings.
           “You are the best man,” Yunho says unsteadily. “The best man I have ever known. You are greatest father, the kindest soul.”
           Jaejoong shakes his head, holding his breath so he doesn’t make a sound.
           “I know what it’s like to grow up without a family and I know how much you love Rachael and what you want to give her. I can’t take that away from you.”
           “You won’t,” Jaejoong manages.
           Yunho presses his lips together. He closes his eyes and Jaejoong recognizes that look. It’s what he sees when he looks in the mirror each morning, something that is so familiar.
           “You keep on saying how messed up you are,” Yunho says. He is crying. He gestures a shaky hand at his tiny, messy apartment room. “I’m just the same. I’m just as lost, too.”
***
           Yoona is cooking when Jaejoong gets home from work. She sees him and for once, doesn’t give him that calm smile of hers. Strangely, it’s better that way.
           “Rachael’s at a friend’s,” she tells him.
           “Okay,” he takes off his shoes. He sits down, and watches the steaming bowl of rice she places in front of him.
           Yoona begins to eat, her chopsticks clinking against the plates. Jaejoong picks up his own pair, then puts them down.
           “Yunho is leaving in two weeks,” he blurts out before he can stop himself and it hurts, almost unbearably.
           He stares down at his bowl pathetically. Across from him, Yoona is silent. He doesn’t expect her to say anything. He closes his eyes and tries to breathe.
           The chair scrapes against the floor as Yoona gets up, the soft padding of her feet as she walks towards him, then her gentle palm on top of his head, fingers brushing against his hair.
***
           “When are you flying tomorrow?”
           “1:00p.m.” Yunho says. They are standing in the middle of the now empty apartment. Everything’s been packed into boxes that are now sitting in a pile near the doorway.
           “Do you have anyone to pick you up?”
           “An old mate from Gwanju, don’t worry.”
           Jaejoong nods and lets out a breath, “So this is it.”
           Yunho smiles slightly, “This is it.”
           “We should,” Jaejoong says, running a hand through his hair. “Exchange emails sometimes.”
           “Yeah, that’s be nice.”
           “No phone calls.”
           “No, probably not a good idea.”
           Jaejoong’s face crumples. “I’ll miss you, terribly.”
           “Me too,” Yunho says. “I’ll probably have to spend the next while looking at picture of you on my phone.”
           Jaejoong let out a small laugh, “You should delete them.”
           “I should have to, eventually.”
           They stand in awkward silence, Jaejoong’s fingers twitch with the need to touch, but he holds himself back.
           Yunho breaks first, launching forward and pulling Jaejoong into his arms. He kisses him, hard and thorough on the mouth.
           “I won’t forget you,” Yunho whispers against his lips, eyes tightly shut. “I was so alone, and you made me so happy.”
           “Me neither,” Jaejoong says, barely coherent. “We will meet again, someday.”
           It’s not a promise but a solace, something for them to hang on to while fumbling out in their own ways.
***
           Jaejoong sits on the couch. In his hands is a burnt CD of a song. He taps it against his knee while he eyes the clock. It’s a little after one.
           Yoona comes and sits down beside him.
           “Will you be alright?”
           He looks at her, “Will you?”
           “I don’t know,” she says.
           “Me neither,” he says.
           Rachael come out, dressed in green shorts and a yellow t-shirt. “I’m ready!” She runs over to the door and begins to put her shoes on.
           Both of them get up from the couch. Jaejoong grips the CD in one hand, and clasps Yoona’s thin shoulder with another.
           “We can try together,” he whispers so that Rachael doesn’t hear.
           Yoona turns and looks at him. She gives him a small, hopeful smile.

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator:

br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Ohmiya (main), Aiba x ? (mentioned)
Genre: Romance and Angst
Rating: NC-17
Summary: 'Two lonely and suffered hearts look in the shadows of an agitated city, the light that can free them from the darkness in which they live'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 21

“Don’t disappear; don’t disappear
The remains of the early summer rain
The traces of the tears that won’t dry
Cannot be erased; cannot be erased
The shadow of my beloved one, floating in the dark night”

Konseki

Nino’s fingers grabbed the bedsheets as soon as he felt Miura’s hands holding his waist forcefully and his movements getting stronger behind him. However, in spite of the uncomfortable feeling, he relaxed his body, in relief. He knew by experience that his ex-boyfriend was getting to his limit and soon all that would be over.

Not that it mattered, actually.

If that was the only way he had of protecting Satoshi, he would subject himself to Miura as many times as necessary. And, to be honest, it could be worse. Most of the times he didn’t even remember the sex, too drugged to realize what was happening around him.

Even in his clarity moments, he was just indifferent. He didn’t take part on the sex, but neither protested. He just let his senpai do whatever he wanted. After all… he could only take his body.

His heart and mind were somewhere else, in a small apartment in Shinagawa, preparing Niji’s meal or cuddling against Satoshi in the couch, trying to focus in a baseball game. They were in the kitchen when the cop would hold him from behind, while he was still cooking. They were naked, caressing each other in bath… They were in all the memories he had created with the man he loved, in the taste of his kisses, in the scent of his body, in his passionate eyes.

They could be anywhere, but there.

That’s why he just closed his eyes and waited. As he has predicted, a few thrusts later, Miura shivered in satisfaction.

Nino let his body fall over the bed and hid his face on the pillow. He heard when his ex-boyfriend took off the condom and threw him at a corner beside the bed, before hugging him, sweaty and puffing.

He felt the older man’s lips touching his back, tenderly.

— I love you, Kazu...

He didn't answer to that.

Not even when Miura's mouth captured his.

One thing was to allow the man to use him, another was to correspond to his assaults.

Ignoring the possessive hug, he stood up and, without bothering to getting dressed, he left the bedroom. He passed by Kyoichi in the living room, also disregarding his hurt and jealous eyes. In the beginning, he had worried about his feelings towards the senpai. He knew how much he loved the older man, since they were kids. The circumstances, nonetheless, made him get over any feelings, including the pain on the eyes of the man who had once been one of his best friends.

He got in the bathroom and turned the shower, scrubbing his body with strength. With that, he tried to clean his body of the dirt to which he was subjected. The dirt of his soul, he cleaned with an uncontrolled and desperate cry.

Only when the tears ceased to fall he covered his body with a towel and went back to the bedroom in search of clothes.
Miura was sleeping face down, hugging a pillow.

Nino watched his naked and muscled body, comfortably lying over the bed. Then, he analyzed his handsome and serene face. He could almost recognize on him the sweet and joyful teenager with whom he had fallen in love, to whom he had given his first kiss, his first time and his innocence. He wondered when he had changed and why. Certainly, it had started when he started messing with drugs, but he has never understood why he decided to follow that path.

Miura Hayato had been a promising athlete, the best swimmer of the school. For several times he had been jealous of his love for the pools, of the way he dedicated himself to the sport, frequently neglecting him in favor of the intense training.

Due to his amazing skills in the pools, he had received offers of scholarships from some of the best universities of the country and even accepted one of them, studying there for two years. Then, all of a sudden, he abandoned everything: the course, the swimming and his fame, becoming someone who Nino was unable to recognize.

His involvement with the drug dealing turned him into a cold and violent man. There was still passion in his eyes and in the way he made love, but there was also something that was never there before: a possessive feeling that transformed him.

The first appearance of that new facet of his, then, boyfriend, showed up against a classmate of his. Maruyama had asked for Nino’s help in a Literature homework, more specifically, in a point of the subject he had not understood. A few days later, in gratitude, he invited him to a hamburger after school.

At first, Nino considered declining it. He hadn't done nothing much, after all Literature was his favorite subject and he had always enjoyed writing. It was nothing to help a friend in need. But then, thinking better, he decided it would be interesting for him to spend his time with other people besides Ren and Kyoichi. Not that he didn’t like their company. They have always been his best friends, but he missed getting to know and dealing with other people.

He befriended Maruyama almost immediately. He had already sympathized with him when he helped him with his studies. He was joyful, funny and they both shared a liking for music. He was the bass player of the music club to which they both attended and it was in one of its breaks he had asked him for help, aware of his fame of being the best student in that subject. That was the first time they ever talked.

After the hamburger, they met in other occasions. In one of them, they’ve gone together to a see the performance of street artists in the exit of Shinjuku station. It had been a while since Nino had so much fun. He was still laughing with Maru when they were approached by a gang of rowdies. While he was being held by two of them, the others attacked his friend. He only understood why the other boy was the only target of the attack when he noticed Miura, a few steps ahead, fuming in anger and jealousy.

After that day, he started avoiding Maru and anyone else who could be hurt by his boyfriend’s possessiveness. Their fights started, as well as the aggressions. As soon as Miura spanked him, he started crying, begging for his forgiveness and promising him that it would never happen again. He could do as promised for a few months, until losing his control again with another senseless jealousy; or simply to vent his frustrations.

Nino ended up getting used to the situation and started using the drugs without realizing… When he noticed, he was already unable to stop.

He lived in that torture for almost two years, feeling the weight of the irony on his back. He had escaped home for being unable to accept his mother’s subjection to her husband and he was acting just like her. Sometimes, he considered leaving Miura, but he always promised he would change. Besides, he liked him. He was grateful for his protection, for being the only one to offer him help when he needed the most. It would be too unfair if he left him just because of those crises. It was his way of loving him and he just let it happen.
Until he met someone who taught him that things could be different.

Only when he reached the front of the warehouse, Nino stopped running. His body bent, airless, and he allowed himself to rest for a few seconds. Then, he stared at the wall with teary eyes, choosing an ideal spot. He took the spray out of his pocket and shook it. He didn't have to think too much for the words to come to life, one after another, revealing all the restrained hurt of his recent fight with his boyfriend. How much longer would he have to bear that situation?
He pressed the button of the cold can. Even though he was shaking, his handwriting was steady and free.

“If I could go back to the time when everything fell apart
Would I be able to understand all that is happening now?
The words, the gestures, your eyes?

Pretending to be cute, walking around wearing a lie
I wonder why the colors of the city seem so beautiful to me
Could it be because I’m dirty?
It i…”

(Gimmick Game)

— Hey, you! Stop that right now!

— Shit! — cursed Nino, as soon as he heard the commanding voice approaching him. He threw the black beanie over his head, threw away the spray can and climbed the protection grid, running in the opposite direction of the shouts.

Nino wasn’t as fast as he wanted, though. His clumsy jump made him sprain his foot and soon he felt a hand grabbing him by the shoulder. He still tried to disentangle himself, but the other man was stronger and more experienced and held him in an arm lock.

— Take it easy, boy! — the man said, gasping. — Don’t try and make things harder to you. God! What do you think you are doing? Hasn't anyone ever told you that vandalizing public buildings is a crime?

— I’m so sorry… — he mumbled, realizing that his captor was a policeman.

The officer sighed.

Nino felt when he softened his grip, but still being careful not to let him go completely. With one of his hands, he took off the beanie of his head.

— What are you doing at this hour in the streets, kiddo? — he asked, as soon as he noticed his childish features. — Your parents might be worried.

— I have no parents…

— Well, this explains your terrible behavior — the older man said, severely. Then, he looked at the scribbled wall. — Tell me… what did you intend to do with this graffiti? Have you done this before? Actually, what do these words mean? Is it the lyrics of one of these songs that you kids like to hear?

Nino denied with his head.

— A poem, then?

Another denial.

— It’s just something I wanted to let out… — he tried to justify himself.

— You were venting your feelings? — the cop asked, with a curiosity glimmer in his eyes. — So you like writing, kiddo? — he waited for a confirmation that didn’t come. — In this case, you could have used a notebook, you know? It would be better than ruining a public building and risking yourself like this… You are aware that your action will have a consequence, aren’t you?

Nino’s eyes widened, frightened and regretful for being so careless. He didn’t want to be taken to the juvenile detention house. He had heard many stories about the treatment given in them and he wasn’t willing to experience it due to a stupid mistake. He considered apologizing, but, instead, he raised his exhausted and indifferent eyes to the man.

Maybe spending some time in reclusion wouldn’t be that bad, compared to his current situation, after all.

— I don’t mind — he answered, in defiance.

The older man smiled, as if amused by his stoic poise.

— You are an interesting boy — he said, guiding him to the car. — I like that.

For a moment, Nino feared his enigmatic eyes. It was obvious there were more implicit things behind those words than just his duty as an officer.

Nino’s suspicions were confirmed as soon as the car passed straight through the police station entrance. He had already heard about abusive officers, who negotiated freedom in exchange for sexual favors. The mere idea of giving himself to anyone but his boyfriend caused him nausea and horror. He grabbed his pants, tense, his mind working hard to develop a plan to escape that fate.

However, the older man gave him no chance to consummate his intentions. He parked his car in front of a narrow street. At that time, a few after eleven, there wasn’t many people around. The poor illumination came from the light posts and of a few buildings.

The cop got off the car and guided him to an alley.

Different from all he could imagine, though, the place where he took him wasn’t secluded. There was a couple at the entrance and a middle-aged man, sitting at another table, in the center.

At the counter of the family restaurant in which they had entered, there was a smiling lady.

— Good evening, Onii-san! I thought you wouldn’t show up today!

— And losing the Wednesday's special menus? — he smiled with tenderness. — I’m sorry for my delay. I was on my way, but then I was held by an urgent matter… — he squeezed the lad’s shoulder with his fingers.

She nodded, as if understanding what he meant.

— Would you like to eat now or would you rather have a beer first?

— I’ll skip the beer. Please, bring us two well served special menus.

— Right away! — she blinked, before vanishing behind the curtains.

Nino sat on the chair indicated by the cop. He was still thinking about escaping as soon as he could, but the smell of the food was so tantalizing that he couldn't leave. Only then he realized how hungry he was.

— Two well served special menus, Maou! — announced a man, coming from the kitchen with two bowls of ramen on a tray. — I was curious when Fumiko told me you had company.

His heart raced, surprised and scared. This was the famous Maou? He had heard a lot about his accomplishments and his severity. They said he was relentless against the crime.

He gasped when the man touched his shoulder.

— I came to show to my friend here the best restaurant in town — he answered with a smile. — Do you have a name?

— Ninomiya — he answered, after a few seconds of hesitation. His gentle look didn’t seem to live up to the nickname by which he was known.

— I hope you enjoy it, Ninomiya-kun — the employee said, before smiling to the cop and returning to the kitchen.

The officer chanted a respectful “Itadakimasu” and tasted a bit of the broth.

— Umai! — he exclaimed, satisfied, before getting back to attack the food. — Aren’t you going to eat? — he asked, after a few minutes in which Nino remained static.

He moved his eyes away from the man and tasted his ramen. It was really delicious. He felt his stomach grumbling of hunger and, without ceremony, he started eating.

— How old are you, Ninomiya-kun?

— Nineteen — he answered immediately, regretting soon after. He owed no explanations to this man.

— Is it true what you said about having no parents?

— It is — he answered, while biting a piece of pork loin.

For a moment, the man said nothing else, but Nino wasn’t relieved by this, feeling his analytic stare over him. At a certain moment, he touched his chin, turning his face to him.

— Where did you get this bruise? — he asked, while watching the purple stain, right below his left eye. — Gang fight?

— No.

— Had a quarrel with anyone?

Nino sighed, annoyed by the questioning. They weren’t in a police station, after all. He considered not answering, but something pushed him to tease the man, to bring down his mask of worried cop. He still couldn’t understand why he hadn’t been arrested. Why had he taken him there, where he seemed to be friend of the employees? And even though hadn’t taken him to a more secluded place, he still wasn’t sure that he wouldn’t. Maybe, he was only trying to win his trust before making a perverted proposition.

— My boyfriend — he said, in order to test his reaction.

The shocked expression he expected didn’t come. Instead, the man nodded, understanding.

— Would you like something to drink? — he offered, friendly.

Nino lost his patience.

— Why are you being so nice?

He faced him.

— Because I have a son, Ninomiya-kun. I would like to have someone to look after him if he was as lost as you…

— I’m not lost! You know nothing of me to judge me like that…

— You are wrong. In my job, I’ve seen several boys like you. In the outside, they act as if they don’t mind a thing, but inside, they are desperately crying for help.

— As I said, you know nothing about me! — he stood up, angry. — Are you going to arrest me?

— Do you want to be arrested?

— Are you or are you not?

— No.

— Then, — he said, in anger, cleaning the tears that were starting to fall with the back of his hands — I’m leaving. Thanks for the meal.

— Ninomiya-kun?

He stopped by the door at hearing his name.

— Tomorrow, at nine, be right in front of the warehouse you’ve painted. Wear your oldest clothes; they will get dirty…

Nino smiled, wrathful, as soon as he heard the order. As if he would obey them! He left with harsh steps, swearing not to see that man ever again.

In the next day, however, at the scheduled time, he was in front of the warehouse. He didn’t say a thing in face of the superior grin of the cop. He just took the can of paint from the man's hand and started working on the wall he had painted.

Nino smiled with the memory. After that day, for almost five months, he met with Maou. He took him to lunch or just talked to him. He enjoyed listening to the cop, hearing his advices. He hadn’t felt that comfortable with someone in a long time. Once, he gave him a hard cover notebook as a gift, telling him to write down his thoughts there, instead of expressing them on other people’s walls. Then, he started writing everything that hurt him or thrilled him, his dreams, hopes and delusions. One afternoon, the cop took him to fish. He said he usually took his son with him, but he was busy with his exams to enter the police academy. He promised him that, next time, they would go in three.

He also told him several times that he was sure that he and his son would become very good friends.

Nino bit his lip, shaken. If he and Satoshi had met at that time, could things have been different?

Not that it mattered now. Maou was dead and he would never see Oh-chan again.

Sometimes, he considered escaping for a while to see him, but he couldn’t risk it. Miura wasn’t someone who would not fulfill his promises. Nino knew, by the senpai's look when he told him he would hurt Satoshi if he left him, that it wasn’t just an empty threat. For much less, he had killed Maou.

His chest clenched, remembering that day. He had waited so much for him… He had something important to tell the cop: he had decided to follow his advice and leave his boyfriend. He had found a music school and he was willing to go back to school. He wanted to start from scratch, getting rid of the drugs and becoming a composer. The captain never showed up, though. He heard, a few weeks later, that he had died on duty. The pain he felt was as big as, or even bigger than when he had lost his own father.

He could never imagine that his boyfriend had been the responsible for that. He had noticed that Miura was acting weird those days and was growing more possessive every passing day. Living with him had become unbearable and, in an act of courage and independence, he left him. He only didn't manage get rid of his chemical addiction.

It had been six years since then and a lot had happened afterwards. He had fallen in love and ended up losing the man he loved. All because of that man, sleeping in front of him unworried and exhausted.

For a few seconds, he thought about how vulnerable he seemed… It would be so easy to close his hands around his neck and squeeze it until he couldn’t breathe anymore, but… he wasn’t like him, he wasn’t a murderer and that wouldn’t solve his problems.

As long as Satoshi was safe, he could bear anything. He aspirated a bit of the powder he found over the dresser, hoping that the effect would come quickly. He gave up on searching for clothes and, getting rid of the towel around his waist, just lied down on his place in bed, waiting for the moment when Miura would throw an arm around his waist, the way he did every night.

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Nino knew there was something wrong when his ex-boyfriend entered the private room of the warehouse. It wasn’t his first time being forced to follow him in a drug trading. However, he had never allowed him to be present in the negotiation. Usually, he asked him to wait in a secluded place.

— Is there a problem?

— I wouldn’t say it’s a problem — Miura answered, sarcastic. — I think it looks like fun….

— What do you mean? — he asked, worried, his heart clenching with a bad feeling.

— Ohno Satoshi… this name means something to you?

Nino stood up, restless.

— He is here — the senpai informed him, a smug smile adorning his face.

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Notes: Hello Minna, finally Nino is back! We was really anxious to know your reactions about Nino's comeback... Well as many ofyou did noticed he is with Miura... That was his way to protect Ohno and that chapter explain how did start the relationship between Nino and Miura.. We're always saying 'All that glitters is not gold' so that applies here too Miura in the begining wasn't like that... well at leats befre drugs... The next chapter is one of my favorites so please stay tunned!

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator:

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

( Please, Nino… Don’t leave me… )

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator:

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 22

My burning white passion went astray on the wind and soared higher
I wonder if it will follow you to the distant place you are
If you wish it, I'll offer you myself
Entrust me with all the sadness that befalls you
So that we can welcome the spring, we hold each other close
If we melt away, we won't need anything
The snow is simply quiet　As if it were similar to you
It flutters down to this shoulder and I smile gently
Because if I were to touch it with my hand, it would surely disappear
I'll leave it where it is and alone, close my eyes to feel you
We can't wish for eternity
But even so, you are the person dearest to me

Dear Snow

Ohno Satoshi breathed deep before entering the abandoned warehouse. His mind was advising him to comply with the orders and wait, but his restless heart was telling him something was wrong. He decided to follow his sixth sense and, ignoring the captain’s order, he entered the building, cautiously.

Although the sun was still shining outside, where he was — a place that might have been used as a materials deposit — an uncomfortable darkness overwhelmed him. Carefully, he walked through the boxes, pipes and metal pieces spread over the floor. His eyes captured a suspicious babbling. He recognized, in one of the voices, the authoritarian tone of his captain.

He got closer enough to see the silhouette of his superior and of a tall man in front of him, who had a gun pointed at his direction. The stranger was wearing a cotton parka, his hood covering his face and he seemed unsettled. Certainly, an addicted like many others with which they had to deal in their daily fight against the drug dealing.

He positioned himself, trying to find a good angle where he could surprise the suspect, but, betrayed by the darkness of the place, he tripped over some pipes spread on the floor.

Cursing and blaming himself for the indiscretion, he hid behind a container. He heard when the rowdy and the captain engaged themselves in a corporal battle. He supposed his father had taken advantage of his indiscretion to disarm the other man. Apprehensive, he took his gun of the holster and pointed, shakily, in the direction of the battle.

He didn’t pull the trigger, but the sound of a shot reverberated all through the warehouse, followed by the flump of a body falling on the floor. His heart skipped a beat, fearfully.

He wanted to do something, but was unable to move, in shock.

He barely felt the hooded man’s shoulder bumping against his during his escape.

— Satoshi… — the voice he knew so well called him, in agony.

— Tou-chan! — he yelled, recovering from his momentarily paralysis and running towards his father. His face was already covered by tears, of guilty and despair. If he hadn’t interfered, things could have been different. — Forgive me…

— Satoshi… — The older man said, with difficulty. — Tell your mother and sister that I love them…

— Dad, please… Hold on! — he pulled his cellphone from his pocket and called the central, asking for an ambulance.

— I am so proud of you… — his shaking hands caressed his distressed face, before he closed his eyes, weakened.

— No, Dad… Please… — he begged, as soon as he felt the older man’s body losing his strength. — Stay with me, aid is coming… Please…

It took him just a blink of his eyes for the scenery to change, even though the situation seemed to be exactly the same.

The warehouse in the harbor was replaced by the rooftop of a storehouse, equally abandoned. And the body he held, fragile and hurt in his arms, didn't belong to his father anymore.

— Oh-chan...

His tears became thicker and he shivered, desperate.

— Please, Nino… Don’t leave me… — he begged, in pain.

— Oh-chan… I… love you… — he heard the faint and gasping voice whispering in his ear, before his boyfriend passed out in his arms.

— No! — he managed to yell, before he felt the air vanishing in a new panic attack. It had been a while since he last had had that kind of nightmare. However, this time, everything seemed too real… As well as the overwhelming pain in his shoulder.

— Everything is fine, Nii-chan… Calm down… I’m with you. Breathe with me, ok?

He held the firm arms that supported him, trying to follow the rhythm of Sho’s breathing.

Slowly, he felt his body relaxing and, without realizing, he fell asleep in his best friend’s arms.

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His first sensation was peace.

The kind of peace we experience when we wake up from a good, quiet and deep sleep.

He felt himself comfortable. His body was relaxed over a smooth surface, his skin in touch with the softness of the thin and cozy bedsheet.

Then, he felt apprehension.

The feeling that something was wrong.

Finally, he regained his conscience.

He opened his eyes slowly, blinking several times to adjust his sight to the light. He noticed the white walls, the machines and objects around his bed.

Then, he felt the characteristic smell of that kind of place.

Definitely, it wasn’t his bedroom.

— Satoshi! Finally, you are awake…

The cop turned his head towards the voice, finding Sho's worried face.

— Are you in too much pain? Do you want me to call a doctor?

— Water… I need water… — he asked, feeling his throat dry.

The psychologist filled a plastic cup with the drink and helped him drinking it, slowly.

— Why am I here? — he asked, confused, after a few seconds. His eyes turned to his arm, where a catheter connected him to the serum.

— Can’t you remember?

— I… — he felt disorientated, maybe due to the medicine.

— You were shot on the shoulder — Sho clarified, in an anxious tone.

Satoshi took one hand to the area, feeling it hurt. His chest burned with a bad feeling and, suddenly, his memories came to his mind, devastating.

It hadn’t been a nightmare, after all…

— Nino… — he mumbled, trying to stand up. The effort let him nauseated and giddy.

— Nii-chan, you are still not fit to stand up… — Sho helped him to accommodate himself in bed again. — I will call a doctor…

Before his friend was able to take a step towards the door, Satoshi held his jacket’s sleeve.

— Where is Nino, Sho? — he insisted, discouraged. — He is fine, right? Please, tell me he is fine…

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Although he thought he was ready for that moment, Satoshi had to hold on Sho not to fall down in front of that picture.

On itself, an UTI room didn’t have a pleasant look. But, seeing Nino seeming even more fragile over that hospital bed, intubated and surrounded by heavy machines, caused him a bad feeling.

He contemplated his pale sleeping face before caressing his soft hair. The black root was now longer than his bleached strands of hair, giving him an even younger look.

— The bullet lesioned important nerves of his spinal cord — Aiba had explained him, as soon as he asked about Nino’s state. — It was a partial lesion, but even still serious. Nino might need some special care. This kind of lesion can cause problems of sensitivity, pain and even paralysis.

— Are you trying to tell me that Nino might never walk again?

— It’s a possibility, Ohno-kun.

He felt Sho’s hand over his shoulder, reassuring him.

— However, it is still early for a precise diagnosis — the orthopedist continued in a comforting tone. — And even if this is the case, in spite of some advantages, Ninomiya might have a good quality of life. We have another concern regarding him, nonetheless…

— What do you mean?

— Nino is a drug addict, Satoshi — it was Sho who answered this time. — We still don’t know to which extent his organism has been affected.

Satoshi closed his eyes in a silent prayer for Nino to be fine. Even if, right then, he was unsure about the way he felt towards him. In his chest, there was a turmoil of sensations: love, tenderness, concern, solicitude, pity, indignation, despise, disappointment, rage…

It wasn’t as if he had never suspected it before. Deep inside he had always known something was wrong. He was a very experienced cop in his fight against traffic. He had already seen all kinds of addicted people. Since Nino had come to live with him, though, he hadn’t noticed any strange behavior. Or just pretended not to. Maybe, unconsciously, he wasn’t ready to deal with this.

He squeezed the tiny hand in his, feeling guilty for his boyfriend being there. If he had acted before… If they had been sincere with each other since the beginning, everything would have been different.

They could have avoided the happenings of three days ago.

— Oh-chan...

His expression was similar to the one he showed him when he was detained at the police station by disorder. His eyes showed once again a mix of guilty and embarrassment.

However, this time, there was also a shimmer of despair, almost panic.

For a few seconds, he didn’t know how to react at that reunion. What his boyfriend, who he hadn’t seen in almost three months, was doing there? Finally, he and his team had managed to get an information regarding a possible transaction, involving a few suppliers who they had been trying to capture for more than an year, without success.

He got himself ready for the siege without too much hope, due to the fact that the information came from the man who had abused Nino’s and his mother’s trust. He had no trust in Kawagara’s cooperation, even if it had been given to him in exchange for judicial protection. Even so, it was the best they could find in a long time and it wouldn’t hurt to go there and check it.

And, in fact, they had caught a negotiation in process.

Among the several men he was able to see, as soon as he arrived at the place, Satoshi recognized, starting to flee, the man of whom he had a bad feeling since the first time he saw him.

Miura Hayato.

His chest burned in anger and, at the same time, hope. According to Kawagara, he should know something about Nino’s whereabouts.

He reached him at the building’s rooftop.

— Tokyo Police! — he announced in a fierce tone.

His fierceness didn’t last long when his eyes met his boyfriend’s ones, behind Miura.

— Oh-chan...

— Nino...

— I never thought you could reach us so soon, Ohno-san… — Miura’s ironic tone, while pointing the gun at him, cut the confrontation between him and his boyfriend, making him turn to the drug dealer. — My mistake, considering who your father was.

— You’ve known my father? — the officer asked him, steadying the gun in his hand, his senses in alert.

— We’ve talked a few times… You two have the same eyes. Don’t you agree, Kazu? — he asked, with a smug tone.

— What are you talking about? Nino couldn’t know about this. He never met my father… — the cop once again directed his eyes to the youngest, waiting for his confirmation.
All he saw, though, was affliction.

— Did I commit an indiscretion? — Miura faked a surprise expression. — Weren’t you aware that Kazu and your father were intimate?

— Please, senpai...

— Is it true? — Satoshi cut him, confused. — You’ve known my father?

— Not only has he known him, but he was also his lover for months.

— That’s not true! — Nino yelled, desperate, before Satoshi was able to process the information. — I really met Maou, but, Oh-chan, we have never… Your father never touched me that way!

— Come on, Kazu… — Miura intervened once more, his gun still aiming at Satoshi. — Don’t you think your ex-boyfriend deserves to know the truth? — he continued, cruel. — Ohno-kun shall be curious… Tell him, Kazu: who was better in bed? His father or him?

— You are mistaken. We…

— What? Let me guess… You two had only spent your time talking innocently during those afternoons, when you secretly met? Please! Do you really want to convince me that an experienced cop as Maou had any other reason to meet with a problematic and drug addicted youngster like you than taking advantage of the situation?

Satoshi felt the burning of the first tears in the corner of his eyes. For a moment, he felt confused, Miura’s words reverberating in his head: father… Kazu… lovers… drug addicted…

Nino, a drug addicted?

— Oh… weren’t you aware of that fact, as well? What kind of cop are you, anyway? — Hayato teased him, as if reading his thoughts. — Have you never noticed your boyfriend’s mood swings? His lack of appetite? His insomnia and restlessness?

— Please, stop this, senpai… — Nino begged in a faint voice.

— I already knew it — Satoshi confessed, in a low tone. — But I thought you had stopped after coming to live with me…

— I tried! I swear I tried, Oh-chan… I had decided to look for help… I…

— You didn't trust me…

— I was afraid you would reject me…

— This is why you left me? You’ve chosen your addiction to what we had? Nino, I loved you. I believed you loved me as well…

For a moment, the bleached-haired boy didn’t say a word, as if lost in an inner battle of great proportions. When he spoke, it wasn’t to say what Satoshi wanted to hear.

— I’m sorry.

— Are you sorry? So stop lying to me! — he yelled, enraged this time. — I know you love me! Your eyes don’t lie, Nino… I know he — he pointed at Miura with his head, remembering the presence of a third person in that roof — is forcing you to stay away from me. But, this is over now… If the threat was about telling me the truth about your addiction, I can assure you it doesn’t matter. We will face it together, ok?

— Oh-chan...

— Lower your weapon, Miura — the cop demanded, ignoring his boyfriend’s apprehensive look. — Leave Nino in peace and surrender! Soon the reinforcements will come and you won’t have where to escape.

The drug dealer smiled with mockery.

— You are taking this situation wrongly, Ohno-san. Kazu doesn’t love you, he never did. If you haven’t noticed it yet, he’s not my hostage. He’s here beside me by choice. Tell him, baby… — he ordered, pulling Nino possessively to his side.

— I’m so sorry, Ohno-san — Nino nodded in confirmation, clearly trying to refrain his tears.

— Don’t do this, Nino. Don’t pay attention to his threats… Please, I know you are lying. I know you loved me, that it wasn’t a pretense all the moments we’ve spent together, all the times we’ve made love…

— Oh-chan... — Nino faltered.

— Can’t you see, Miura? If you know Nino so well, as you pretend to do, look at his eyes when he stares at me… — he teased the man. — Is this how he looks at you?

— Shut up! — Miura shouted, out of control. — Kazu is mine! You won’t take him away from me the way your father wanted to do!

Ohno heard the shot almost at the same time that he felt a sudden pain on his shoulder. The impact made him loose his balance and fall on his back, releasing his gun in the process.

— No! Oh-chan!

Nino tried to disentangle himself from the drug dealer’s arms, desperate. Only when he saw the cop sitting up, he calmed down.

— The next shot will be fatal, Ohno-san — Miura threatened, pointing his gun at him.

— You have no way to escape, Miura. The shot let my men aware of our position. It won’t take long for my team to find you…

— They won’t be able to do much if I have a hostage… You will be my ticket out of here — he said, getting closer to the cop.

— No! Leave him, senpai… — Nino held him by the arm. — In this state, he will be more of a burden than a solution…. — his voice was cold. — Let’s escape just the two of us… Use me as your hostage…

— Kazu… are you sure?

— I’m sure — the lad nodded, pecking the man’s lips. — We can go to another country. You’ve always said you wanted to know other places, right? No one will find us… we will be happy, just the two of us.

Miura licked his lower lip, seeming to consider the idea.

— My Kazu… — the drug dealer caressed Nino’s face. — I’ve waited so much for you to tell me something like this…

— Nino… please… stop this… — Satoshi begged, one hand pressing his pained shoulder.

Ninomiya ignored him, his eyes locked at Miura’s.

— Are you ready? — he asked, entangling his fingers with the drug dealer’s ones.

— Sure! But, before… I need to finish what I’ve started… — he pointed once again the gun to the cop.

— You can kill me, Miura, but this won’t make Nino to love you…

— Don’t listen to him, senpai… He’s delaying us. Leave him here and let’s go, ok?

Either Miura hadn’t heard his words or chose to ignore Nino’s advice.

— You know, Ohno-san… — he stepped closer to him. — You, cops, think you are better than everyone else, don’t you? Your father had this same stoic expression when he told me he wouldn’t give up on Kazu…

— W-what?

— Six years ago, don’t you remember? In that abandoned warehouse at the harbor. You saw it, right? When I shot your father…

For a few seconds, Satoshi felt as if the floor had vanished from under his feet. Tears were falling from his eyes, unstoppably. He lost his air and started to hyperventilate with that statement. He had untiringly searched the man who had killed his dad, in the eagerness to relieve his desire for revenge and the pain of the injustice… However, right then, for a brief moment, discovering his father’s killer wasn’t more important than discovering that, in a way, Nino had been indirectly responsible for that.

— I didn't let him take Kazu from me… It won’t be different with you! — he pointed the gun to the man’s head, but didn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he was surprised by the impact of a smaller body against his and was thrown at the opposite corner.

— Kazu, what are you doing? — he asked, as soon as he noticed who hit him.

Instead of answering, Kazunari kicked the gun away and ran to Satoshi, taking advantage that the drug dealer was still a bit lost with the knock on his head.

— Oh-chan… let’s get out of here… — he helped the man to get to his feet and placed himself under his unharmed shoulder, guiding him to the stairs. They didn’t manage to reach it, though.

Another shot sounded around them.

This time, however, Ohno didn’t feel any physical pain.

He felt an afflictive pain in his heart when he noticed Nino’s body losing strength and falling on the floor before he could prevent it.

— Oh-chan... — he mumbled, in a faint voice.

His tears increased and Satoshi shivered, desperate.

— Please, Nino… Don’t leave me… — he begged, in middle of his despair. — I can’t bear to lose you too… Please…

— Oh-chan… I… love you… — he heard the faint and gasping voice whispering in his ear, before his boyfriend passed out in his arms.

He only had a vague memory of what happened next. Just small pieces of events that looked like a bad dream. He remembered Toma and another member of his team arriving at the place, of having an oxygen mask placed over his head, of having a panic attack and being hugged by Sho.

According to what his friend had told him, it had already been three days since then.

— Please, Nino, wake up… — he caressed Nino’s hand and brought it to his mouth for a tender kiss.

— Your time is over, Ohno-kun… — Aiba put a hand on his shoulder.

— Can’t I stay just a little bit more?

— You already stayed longer than allowed…

Satoshi nodded, grateful. He knew the visits to the UTI should be brief and full of care. He threw a last glance at his boyfriend before following the orthopedist to the exit.

— Everything is gonna be all right, Ohno-kun…

He sighed, praying for his friend to be right.

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Notes: YAY minna! Finally they met with some action and well… it’s angst right? Was how you did imagined? It was fast but in the next chapter will explain more in Nino’s pov so please pray for him xD Sooooo one more thing, how will Ohno react after all those information? Please stay if us till the end =D

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

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CHAPTER 23

Satoshi hung up the phone and smiled, tenderly. He almost surrendered at his mother’s offering, allowing her to spend some time with him while he recovered. He would love to feel the affectionate warmth of her lap, the unforgettable taste of her food and the comfort of her smile. He hasn’t seen her personally in a few months and the idea of having her beside him was really tempting, but unnecessary.

He knew how much she avoided Tokyo, since his father’s death. Besides, his injury did not restrain him from doing things on his own. After being discharged, he kept using the arm sling just to avoid any harsh movements that could affect the muscles of his shoulder. Apart from that, he was free to move his arm, providing that he did it with caution.

He remembered how his mother’s recommendations sounded almost identical to Sho’s ones, after he had declined his offer to make him company. Physically, he felt fine and he didn’t want to disturb his best friend’s relationship with Maeda-san.
Most importantly, he wanted to be alone.

Inside, he was devastated by his recent discoveries, his chest filled with conflicting feelings. Six days had passed after the surgery and Nino wasn't awake yet. According to Aiba, the neurologist affirmed that it was just a matter of time for him to recover his conscience. Fortunately, in spite of the constant use of chemical substances, they detected no brain damage.

The fact that he hadn’t awaken yet could be related to his exhausted state, a strong case of fatigue and to the strong medication due to the recent surgery.

The news let Satoshi more relaxed, but not completely relieved.

He wanted Nino conscious. He wanted to touch him, to stare into those expressive eyes and tell him that nothing mattered; they could overcome anything together.

However…

A part of him wanted to yell with him, to throw on his face the hurt, the disappointment and the feeling of betrayal that overwhelmed him when he saw him beside Miura. What kind of relationship had they had in those three months, when they were apart?

He couldn’t bear the idea that Nino had allowed that man to touch him…

Worse of all, he couldn’t understand why hadn’t he been honest with him about his drug addiction. Didn’t he trust him? Were the narcotics more important than the relationship they were building?

Yes, he knew how hard it was for an addicted to get clean, but they could overcome this together.

Even so, he preferred leaving him. He knew that he had only surrendered to the drug dealer’s threats and that he believed that he was, in a way, protecting him. Nonetheless… Nino had chosen not to trust him and this hurt him more than anything.

He sighed and stood up, walking to the kitchen. Not that he was hungry…

Since he left the hospital, he lost his appetite. However, by medical recommendations he should not take his medicines with an empty stomach, so he forced himself to eat something.

He opened the fridge in search of something light and chose to drink a glass of milk. He also picked up a few things to prepare a simple sandwich. On his way to the counter, he almost bumped into the tortoise that walked slowly towards him.

He smiled.

He took a carrot and minced it in tiny pieces before sitting in front of the animal in the living room’s floor. The tortoise approached the vegetable, but didn't touch it.

— What is it, Niji? Aren’t you hungry? — He caressed the tortoise’s shell before biting on his sandwich.

He ate just half of it. As expected, he wasn't hungry at all. His thoughts, once again, flew to a certain hospital bedroom. If it was for him, he would be there on call, but Sho and Aiba had forbidden him to stay beyond the visiting hours, claiming that he had to think also and foremost in his own health.

— You miss him too, don’t you? — He placed Niji on his lap. — Don’t worry… Nino will come back to us.

In fact, in the following day, when he arrived at the hospital to see him, Aiba received him with a joyful smile, telling him that Nino had awaken during the night.

— Why haven’t you called me? You’ve promised me, Aiba-sensei! — he complained, annoyed.

— Things are not that easy, Satoshi — Sho tried to calm him, squeezing his shoulder.

Aiba smiled, throwing him an understanding look.

— I’m sorry Ohno-kun, but the neurology team needed to be sure that his sudden regaining of conscience wasn’t just temporary. Besides, we had to subject Ninomiya-san to some tests.

— And how is he now? — he asked apprehensively. — Any news regarding his spinal damage?

— Yes. Nino answered well to the stimulation. The damage is not as serious as we had thought at first.

— So, he will be able to walk?

The orthopedist nodded.

— All the results seem to show so. It is usual for some patients that suffer from a spinal shock to experience a period of areflexia, but according to Ninomiya's results, his damage was incomplete, with presence of his sensitivity. With the proper treatment and a bit of effort of his part, I believe it’s just a matter of time for him to recover completely. However, it’s important for you to know that it won’t be that simple. The treatment is intense. He will face constant physiotherapy sessions — Aiba explained him.

— Besides, he will need to start his treatment against his chemical addiction — completed Sho. — I believe it might be a very tiresome process to him. Nino will need a lot of support, Satoshi.

— I know. I am willing to do anything within my reach for him to recover. I love him, Sho-chan… I would never leave him alone in the moment he needs me the most — he assured them and was already starting to take his first steps towards the room when he was held by his best friend’s firm hand on his arm.

— Nii-chan...

— What? — he asked, apprehensive with Sho’s hesitation.

— Nino... He doesn’t want to see you.

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“The sand of time goes down without we notice it
No one knows how much longer we will stay here
It feels like our lifetime is a commonplace
Everyone’s day by day is so rushed
The truth is nothing is irreplaceable, just the drama
It is the time we have left that stirs up our impulse to live
Our connected hands were not separated
I have always watched over you...” *

Nino relaxed his pressure around the pen and closed the notebook that Sakurai Sho had given him three days before, as soon as he found out that he liked writing. It wasn't nothing much, just random thoughts that, sometimes, hammered inside his head and he needed to put them on the paper.

There was not a sequence, a specific theme, neither the right moment for this to happen. His reflections simply appeared, as if they had a life of their own. His only job was to write them down.

The words he had just written, for instance, had appeared after the visit of the officers Ikuta Toma and Sato Takeshi. He knew they would come eventually; after all, he had been injured in the crime scene. Even if he was only accompanying Miura and hadn't taken part in the transaction, he wasn't completely innocent. He knew what his ex-boyfriend had been doing in that abandoned storeroom.

He hasn’t been accused of anything formally, nevertheless. Quite the contrary. They came to confirm the testimony of Ohno Satoshi and Kawano Ren that he was with Miura under threats.

He felt relieved; he couldn’t deny it. Considering the many difficult situations he have been experiencing, he didn’t have to add an accusation of drug dealing on top of them.

However…

He wasn’t prepared for the second information he received.

The news of Miura’s death affected him in a way he was unable to explain, his heart lost between conflicting emotions. In a way, he was relieved. Fortunately, everything was over and Ohno would be safe. On the other side, though, he couldn’t avoid the pain of the loss. Deep down, he hoped that, after paying for his crimes, Miura Hayato would go back to be the dreamer he once had been.

For this Hayato, the boy who once had been the most important person in his life, his first love and most faithful friend, he mourned.
He didn’t even notice when the police officers left the room. He felt, however, a warm and comforting hug from Aiba during all the time he cried.

Generally, he would rather suffer on his own, as he was used to do. The orthopedist, nonetheless, had become someone close during those twelve days since he had awaken. Not only for being part of the team responsible for his case, but mostly for he was becoming a great friend.

As Sho was becoming, as well. The daily presence of the psychologist was comforting and gave him the security he needed for his treatment.

The fact that he was Satoshi’s best friend, however, didn’t allow him to open himself completely.

It was different with Aiba.

For several times, when he was in his break or even out of his shift, the doctor stepped by to make him company. In the beginning, Nino was reticent. He was depressed, annoyed and confused. Most likely, pitying himself. Aiba, nonetheless, was irresistible and, without realizing, he started waiting anxiously for his visits. He found out they shared the same taste for mangas and even cheered for the same baseball team.

— Are you feeling better? — the doctor asked him, as soon as he calmed down. — Are you comfortable? Do you want me to lower down your headrest?

— I’m fine.

— Are you sure? Aren’t you feeling any pain?

Nino denied with his head. Physically, at least at that moment, his pain was undermost, maybe due to the strong medication. It wasn't always like that, though.

Sometimes, he felt an excruciating pain on his spine as well as the discomfort that overpowered him in his abstinence crisis.

— I need to go back to my office… Will you be fine on your own?

— I will. Don’t worry about me, Aiba-san.

The orthopedist sighed as if reluctant to leave the bedroom.

— May I do anything for you before I go?

— Would you hand me my notebook? — he asked him, pointing at the bedside table with his head.

— Sure — Aiba handed him the notebook and the pen. — Soon, the nurses will be here to do your hygiene and your medication. If you need, don’t hesitate to call me, ok?

— Don’t worry, sensei.

The doctor finally took his first steps towards the exit.

— Aiba-san?

— Yes? — He turned around, already holding the door handle.

— Thanks for everything.

Masaki smiled and, without saying anything, he left the bedroom.

As soon as he left, Nino took a deep sigh and closed his eyes for a few seconds. Then, he started writing. His words, full of angst, came easily.

And, before he had company, he let his tears come, once again.

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— Satoshi is in the reception. He asked if he could come and see you — Sho informed him, hesitating.

Nino turned his eyes to the window, watching the leaves of the trees that were moving with the soft breeze.

— Ask him to go back home.

— Nino... You've been refusing to see him for more than twenty days. He comes here every day hoping that you will see him. Don’t you think it is time for you two to talk?

The patient bit his lower lip, his chest divided between his will to allow his boyfriend’s entrance and his resistance. If, by one side, he wanted desperately to see him, confirming with his own eyes that he was fine, as Sho and Aiba had assured him; on the other hand, he didn't want to confront him. He was ashamed and apprehensive. He didn't want to read the doubt and the disappointment in his eyes.

Certainly, Satoshi was disgusted by him and Nino couldn't blame him for that. He had lied; he had personified a character who he was far from being in reality. But how was he supposed to reveal that he was unworthy if he felt so special beside him, as if he had the right to be loved?

He wasn't ready to face the accusations that would come, nor his despise, neither the humiliation of being discarded.

— I’m not ready yet.

Sho opened his mouth to argue, but closed it without a word.

— Tell him not to come anymore… that there are no reasons for us to see each other again. I want a new life and he doesn't fit in it — he lied, each word hurting him as a stab on his chest.

The psychologist nodded, mournful, before leaving the bedroom.

As soon as the door closed, he almost regretted it.

It was better that way, however, with each of them living their own lives. Satoshi deserved to be happy beside someone who was worthy of his love.

He closed his eyes to try to avoid the tears. He didn’t want to cry anymore each time he refused to see him. If that was his decision, then he should hold on to it.

Nevertheless, it wasn’t that simple and, once again, he was unable to hold his tears.

— You could at least say to my face that you don’t want to see me again!

He heard the voice that he missed so much, flustered and bitter, less than a second after the door was harshly opened.

By his gasps, he guessed that Satoshi had evaded the security to get to his bedroom.

— Oh-chan... — he whispered in astonishment.

The cop closed the door behind him and approached his bed, annoyed at first. However, as soon as he halted a few steps from the patient, his face changed.

Pity? Concern? Tenderness?

— I tried to respect your will. For eighteen days, I’ve waited for you to let me come, but I can handle it anymore, Nino… — losing his strength, he sat in the chair next to the bed, taking the patient’s hands into his. — Just for a minute… I need to see with my own eyes that you are fine or I’m going mad… Please…

For more than a minute, however, they kept themselves in the same position, unable to say anything. They cried in silence, each of them lost in their own pain, their angst, even if, deep down, they were the same. They cried for their doubts, their hurts, for the confrontation about to come. They cried for knowing that the feeling they had for each other wasn't enough to keep them together, for knowing that, hence forth, everything would be different between them.

— Are you all right? How is your shoulder? — Nino finally asked, breaking the painful silence between them. They weren’t crying anymore, even if they were still devastated on the inside.

Satoshi rested on the chair's headrest.

— I am fine. I have even returned to work already.

— Ikuta-san told me you’ve testified in my favor. Thank you.

— I was just doing my job. I couldn’t let you be involved in something in which you took no part. Besides, it was my fault that you got yourself involved with Miura once more.

Nino bit his lower lip at the mention of the fact.

— I am so sorry...

— What for? For trying to protect me? — Satoshi’s voice became bitter. Nino felt his heart racing. Finally the time of their confrontation had come. — At that time, I couldn't understand why you had run away from me, but, after that day in the storeroom, I finally realized it. Miura threatened to kill me the way he did to my father if you didn’t go back to him, didn’t he?

— I couldn’t let something happen to you because of me — Kazunari confirmed. — It had already been too hard to know that I was responsible for the captain’s death.

— My father didn't die because of you, Nino.

— If I had not approached him, your father would still be with you and your family…

Satoshi stood up and walked to the window. His eyes were lost in the beautiful scenery of that sunny afternoon.

— It was very hard to see him dying in my arms... For almost seven years, my sole objective was to find the man who had taken him from me — he sighed, shaken.

Nino allowed a teardrop to run down his tired face, his heart corroded by guilty.

— And I confess that, after Miura revealed your involvement with my father, I had considered, at first, the possibility that you were, indirectly, the person of whom I wanted obsessively a revenge — he turned his eyes to his boyfriend. — But it took me just a look at your afflicted eyes for me to understand I couldn't be more wrong. As my father, you were just a victim of a sick mind — he bit his lower lip. — You are not guilty of his death, Nino.

— But it was because of me...

— No — the cop interrupted him. — Miura was the only one responsible for that.

Nino sighed in relief by hearing those words from Satoshi. He had wished so much he would forgive him.

— I have loved your father... — he felt the need to explain. — Not in the dirty way that the senpai implied...

— I know — Ohno reassured him. — For two reasons: my father was completely in love with my mother. Anyone just had to see his look, his expression when they were together. Also because he always talked about you with a fatherly tenderness. Did you know he was planning to take you to live with us?

Nino’s eyes widened, surprised with the news.

— He asked me what I thought of sharing my room with you for a few months, until my sister’s wedding, when we would have a vacant room at home.

— I had no idea...

— He was worried about you. My father always liked to help whoever was in need. Maybe that is why he became a cop — Satoshi sat back on the chair beside his bed. — He was always helping problematic children to adjust to the society, but he had never considered bringing any one of them home. It was different with you... He said that you were an intelligent and talented boy and that you had a bright future ahead. However, you were lost and lonely. He believed that, if you had the support of a family, you would be able to overcome your pains. He called you Kazu-kun... Nino rested on his pillow, thrilled by those revelations. Maou had told him they had to have a serious conversation, but he would never imagine he wanted him to become a member of his family.

— Would things be different between us, if things had happened as he planned, Nino? — Satoshi faced him.

— I am so sorry.

— You really should... Haven’t you learned anything from him?

— I...

— What? It was stronger than you? — The words escaped from his mouth before he was able to hold them. — Life is made of choices, Nino.

The younger nodded, unable to contradict the accusation. He had already had the chance to change. Maou had taught him that he could choose his own fate, but… he opted for giving up on himself.

— You could have told me. I would have supported you.

— I wanted… For several times, I planned to tell you. I know it is no excuse, but how could I confess to my police officer boyfriend, a specialist in the fight against drug dealing, that I was an addicted? After I met you, I tried to stop. I swear I tried…

— I knew there was something wrong and I should have pressured you, but which moral do I have when I took so long to admit my own flaws? In fact, if you hadn’t witnessed one of my panic attacks, maybe I would never tell you about my problems. Therefore, I waited you to trust me and tell me what was tormenting you. I told you that night when I took you home that I was willing to hear whatever you had to say, but you have never opened up.

— I was scared. I thought that, in the moment you found out about my addiction, it would be the end of what we had.

— You know me so little... — there was sorrow in his eyes. — I would be disappointed, yes, but I would never turn my back on you. We would have faced it together.

Nino passed a hand through his bicolored hair, distressed.

— We should have been honest with each other from the start — Satoshi held his hand once again. — Fortunately, we can still fix our mistakes. Nino, I... I love you.

The youngest closed his eyes, thrilled by the confession. For so many times, during the months he spent beside Miura, he wished to hear Satoshi repeating the words he said to him in the last time they’ve made love.

— I love you too, Oh-chan.

The cop smiled, equally moved.

— I love you so much... — he repeated, releasing his hand from Satoshi’s and taking it to his face.

The cop held it over his face and kissed its palm.

— Ohno-san...

The cop shivered by hearing his name said in that formal tone.

— Don’t come here anymore.

For a moment, Satoshi felt his heart stopping.

— What? But you have just confessed to me that you love me too... — he said, confused.

— This is exactly why I’m asking you to forget me.

— Nino... I don’t understand...

— It’s exactly for loving you that I need you to move on with your life without me.

— Your words make no sense...

— Look at me, Oh-chan. What do you see?

He scanned the pale body over the bed.

— I see the man I love.

— Oh-chan...

The cop sighed.

— I see a frightened patient — he started, as sincerely as he could, attending to the plea in the lad’s eyes. — A patient who is paralyzed from his waist down and who depends on the care of the nurses to make his hygiene and to move — he hesitated for a few seconds due to the tears that rolled mercilessly over Nino’s beautiful face, the same face who begged him to continue. — I see an addicted struggling to get rid of his dependence. I see the boy who, a few years ago, caught my father’s attention and for whom he died without hesitation. I see the man who I should hate for not trusting me and who abandoned me to sleep with the enemy, believing he would be protecting me.

He took a pause to breathe. He could stop there, but he had already too far gone to regret.

— I see a fragile boy who had always searched for the easy way, instead of having the guts to face the situation; the way he is desperately trying to do now, afraid to disappoint me once again.

This time, he had to shut up in face of Nino’s hurt expression.

— Thanks for the honesty...

— Nino...

— It is fine. You are right about everything you have said — Kazunari interrupted him, showing him it was his turn to talk. — Except for this last part. I am not choosing the easier path this time. Giving up on you is the hardest decision I’ve ever made in my life. Maybe, because of this, it shall be the best one.

Satoshi closed his eyes in face of the realization that he wouldn’t change his mind about their break up.

— But I need to make it on my own, Oh-chan. Otherwise; I won’t be able to face you with confidence when we meet again. Can you understand that?

— We can face it together...

— No. I need to do it on my own — he told him. — I mean... I will need professional assistance. Lots of it, to tell you the truth, but... I don’t want you to be present when I have a relapse, because I know I will have it.

— But that is part of the treatment, Nino. I know it’s not easy to heal from an addiction, but I’m willing to help… I want to be by your side, I will not abandon you.

— I know. But I need you to let me go. I need to be in this fight entirely and this won’t happen if I have to endure you looking at me with pity or bitterness, the way you are doing now. You say things are fine, but deep down you are disappointed in me. And you have all the reasons to feel so.

— Nino...

— It’s all right, Oh-chan. I will overcome this. Aiba-san is confident in my recovery, but he can’t assure me that there won’t be consequences. And this isn’t really important. I will learn how to deal with my situation, whatever it is. The addiction, though… that’s a bit more complicated.

— I know you can do it, Nino.

The youngest nodded.

— I will do it, Oh-chan. I know I will. For Maou, for you and, specially, for me. However, during this process, I will also need to forgive myself. Just then, I will be ready to move on and face you without having to look away for feeling myself guilty or unsure. Please, Oh-chan...
Satoshi stood up. He went back to the window, without actually paying attention to the scenery outside.

— You are right — he said, after a few minutes of reflection. — I will not accept the break up, nonetheless.

— Oh-chan...

— I will give you some time. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you.

— Don’t do that. I can’t hold you like this. I have no idea how long will it take me to recover... I don’t want you to stop living because of me.

I want you to follow your path and find someone to make you happy...

— I have already found that person, Nino.

The youngest opened his mouth to retort, but he didn’t, knowing it would be useless. With time, Satoshi would end up realizing how senseless that was. Then, sooner than he expected, he would be involved with someone else and he would be nothing but a memory.

— I need a favor — he said, instead of extending their discussion. — I will start the rehabilitation at Maeda-san’s clinic, as soon as I am discharged. I have talked with Sakurai-kun and he told me that pets aren’t allowed there. Would you please keep taking care of my princess for me? If it’s a nuisance, I can ask someone else…

— Do you really think I will allow anyone to take Niji away from me? Of course, I’ll take care of her; you don’t need to worry. She misses you, you know?

For the first time, Nino smiled, even if sadly. He opened his mouth to say another thing about the tortoise, but he was interrupted by the entrance of two nurses.

— I am sorry for interrupting, but the visiting time has ended and we need to take care of Ninomiya-san — said one of them, with a smile.
Satoshi nodded, his heart torn. He approached Nino and held him firmly and tenderly.

— I will do as you wish, Nino — he whispered, without hiding his tears.

— Thank you.

— But no matter how long it takes, I will be waiting for you — he concluded, before kissing his forehead lovingly and leaving the bedroom without looking back.

* Dare mo shiranai

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
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Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 25

A signal changing from red to green　
I'm in the middle of a journey that I can't turn back from
I want to go forward believing in tomorrow
Run! Run! Reach out for your dream　
Yell! Yell! To the limits of your voice
As we feel it in our heart

Everything

Masaki shivered when he felt the plump lips kissing the space between his shoulder and neck. The shiver ran down his spine and every extremity of his body, releasing in more than just a physical frenzy, it was almost mystical. His nails clawed the rigid back of his partner, marking the white skin. In response, he heard his name being said in a seductive and erotic tone before that mouth traveled sinuously until his lips, taking it into a hungry kiss. As hungry as the continuous movement of his hips against his.

The sound of their skins in attrition and of their loud and unrestrained moans echoing around the bedroom just weren’t more intense than the sensation of surrender, complete and mutual, from the bodies entangled in a sensual and desperate dance.

The orthopedist enveloped his partner in a tight hug before biting the man’s shoulder and releasing the product of his joy in the almost nonexistent space between their bodies.

He opened his eyes, teary with pleasure and guilt and looked at his partner. There was no doubt: he loved him.

He pulled him into another kiss and felt him panting with desire and passion. It didn’t take long for him to sense the man’s lower belly contracting against his.

— I love you, Masaki — the dark-haired man assured him, with a raspy voice, seconds after filling him with his pleasure. He moved for a while longer before falling over his chest, gasping for air.

Masaki smiled and caressed those scented hair.

— I love you too.

His lover’s lips touched his sweaty skin in a tender kiss. His body was still between his legs.

— Will you tell me what got into you today?

— Why? Didn’t you enjoy it?

A slim finger ran over his still gasping thorax, tracing a random pattern on it.

— If I have enjoyed it? Let me see... — Jun pretended to consider it. — I came to bed early because my boyfriend had exchanged me for his best friend. Then, in the middle of my lonely sleep, he shows up on fire, imposing me his gorgeous and sexy body and letting me do anything I wanted to him… Well… I think I have enjoyed that — he smiled, at the same time he brought Masaki’s hands to his lips. — I confess I was surprised, though. I thought that something might have happened.

Masaki kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head.

— Nothing happened; I only missed my boyfriend… I felt a sudden urge to see you, to touch you, to feel you inside me…

Jun stared at him, his eyes still glimmering with desire, but also in a plea.

— I know we have decided to go slowly, but… — the guitar player hesitated. — You wouldn’t have to drive here in the middle of the night if we…

— We have already discussed it — Masaki cut his speech, caressing Jun’s body fondly. — We are fine like this. I like the idea of longing for you, of waiting anxiously for the moment you will arrive in my apartment, seeing the approval of my outfit in your eyes or wonder if you will enjoy the dinner I have prepared. In the same way, I like the anxiety I feel when I come here, the way you do everything for me to feel comfortable. We don’t need to rush things…

— I know, — Jun tightened his arms around him — but I can’t resist the idea of having you by my side all the time.

— But you have me, Jun. We are always together.

The musician sighed, without hiding the disappointment in his eyes, but didn’t insist.

— I promise I will reconsider this idea in the future — Masaki softened his words. — For now, though... I would rather let things the way they are, besides… Nino will be moving in to my apartment next week. I can’t leave him alone. He needs someone to assist him, at least in these first months…

— You are right — Jun finally agreed. — Nino is going to need your support.

— And yours, as well. Thank you for visiting him. He told me you appreciated his lyrics.

— They are fantastic! — Jun told him, excited. — He has a huge talent for writing! It is a waste that he haven’t explored it until now.

— Maybe he only hadn’t found the right person to guide him.

— I will do whatever it takes to help you, Masaki. I have faced the same difficulties as him and, even though I had the conscience that my recovery depended mainly on me, I wouldn’t have gone too far if I didn’t have help.

— Talking about help — Masaki smiled —, I think I could use a helping hand in bath...

— Oh... my boyfriend is really insatiable today... — the musician captured his lips once again. — Go ahead. I will only change these bedsheets. We really made a mess here…

Masaki stretched his body before standing up.

— Don’t take long... — he asked him, walking to the bathroom with lazy steps.

As soon he entered the shower, he closed his eyes, in order to enjoy the hot and abundant water jet. On his body, he could still feel the effects of Jun’s actions and the intense way he had absorbed each of them.

However, he couldn’t deny that, even though he had sincerely surrendered himself to his boyfriend, he was still unable to forget how his heart had beaten and his body had surrendered to the confession and the taste of his best friend’s kiss.

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— Sho-chan... The velvety voice called him in his sleep. Sho, however, didn’t answer immediately, enjoying the sensation of having his name being called in that affectionate and intimate way.

A pleasurable feeling overpowered him as soon as he felt soft and careful fingers caressing his hair and, unable to resist it anymore, he opened his eyes, staring at the beautiful man under him. He shivered slightly at the contact, at the intimate way in which their legs were positioned, in a perfect fit.

— Yoh, Masaki... — he smiled, his voice still a little groggy from the alcohol.

— Go to sleep in your bed... you are drunk. You shall rest — the man insisted.

Bed...

The word reverberated in his head, sounding so good. Yes, that would be a much better place for them to cuddle, instead of the couch.

He stared at the perfect face, wishing never to wake up from that dream.

— Do you really believe I should confess to the man I love? — he asked his friend, curious.

— I do — the answer was immediate and he sighed. He would never do it, if that was reality, but there, in that delicious dream, he could confess whatever he wanted.

He caressed the face of the man he loved since the first time he laid his eyes on him, paying for his lunch at the university.

— I love you — his words came, finally, in a steady tone.

Masaki smiled.

— I love you too, senpai — the answer was playful and he couldn’t leave space for doubts.

— No... I really love you — he repeated and, without waiting for any reaction, he attacked Masaki’s lips in a desperate kiss.

It took a moment for the man to react:

— Sho-chan... Please, wait...

— I don’t want to — he insisted, lost in his reverie. — I have waited six years for this... I can’t handle it anymore, Masaki. I love you so much…

His lips once again covered the mouth that he had desired for so long. He forced his body against the one underneath him, compelled by Masaki’s slim hands pulling him closer, possessing his mouth, thirsty and passionately.

The time could have stopped there, in the middle of the frantic beats of his heart, in the middle of the sensations he would never be able to turn into words.

— Masaki… — he moaned, before kissing his scented neck.

Then, he raised the orthopedist’s t-shirt until his nipples and guided his mouth to the fit belly, teasing the area with his tongue at the same time his hands were working on his partner’s jeans.

— Sho-chan… please, stop it…

The request, along with the shiver of the body underneath his, made him gasp for air and he halted, shocked when he was confronted with that moment, between dream and reality.

— Masaki… — he whispered, confused. — I…

— I’m so sorry, Sho-chan… I can’t…

He searched for the equally teary eyes, his chest burning with guilty and embarrassment.

— Please, forgive me… — he kneeled down, unable to explain himself.

— I must go… — Masaki said, standing up in a rush. With shaky fingers, he pulled his zipper up and closed the button of his pants.

— Masaki… — he still tried to make some kind of apology, but the words escaped him. Instead of them, the sobs came, one by one, merciless and excruciating.

Sho moaned softly when he massaged his pulsing temples. The physical pain only weren’t bigger than the one that hammered, overwhelmingly, his whole heart. However, he almost smiled when he opened his eyes and faced his best friend watching over him, lovingly.

— You are finally awake — Satoshi’s fingers slid over his head, playing with a lock of his hair. The contact made Sho feel safe and loved and he was unable to prevent the tears from falling, once again.

— Why are you still here? — he asked him, wiping his face. — Shouldn’t you be working?

— I told them I would be late today.

— I’m so sorry, Satoshi. I should never have called you that late, but… I needed you.

— I’m glad you have called me. How many nights did you come to help me in my panic attacks or when I was crying over Nino? — he squeezed his friend's shoulders, in recognition. — I would be sad if you wouldn’t trust me to do the same. Now, will you tell me what happened? — he asked, in concern.

All that Sho had done the night before was crying silently on his lap, without saying a word. Respecting his friend’s pain, he just stood there, supporting him with his presence.

— Has something happened between you and Maeda-san?

— No, this has nothing to do with him. I… — the psychologist hesitated. — I confessed to Masaki that I love him.

— You confessed? And what happened? — the officer asked him; between worried and curious, although, considering his friend’s state, he could imagine that the result hadn’t been a positive one.

— I kissed him. And he kissed me back at first, but...

Sho closed his eyes, in an attempt to erase the happenings of the night before. However, the memories insisted in haunting him, as if punishing him for his mistake.

— We had an amazing day with Aya-chan at the Aquarium — he sit on the bed, accepting the glass of water his friend offered him. — Then, when he brought me back home, I invited him to come upstairs. We had a few beers and some doses of sake, as well. Masaki told me I should confess… I thought it was a dream, I… I told him I loved him.

— Aiba-kun rejected you?

— He ran away from me… — he threw himself back in bed. — I’ve ruined everything… He will never talk to me again… — he passed a hand through his hair, in desperation. — What have I done, Satoshi?

— You just said what you had been keeping inside for too long. It would happen, sooner or late…

— I attacked him! — he curled his body in a fetal position. — God! He has a boyfriend! How could I...

— Don’t be like that, Sho. Aiba-kun mostly likely is confused about all this. He will understand it, though. He just need a bit of time to process things…

— He might be hating me...

Satoshi sighed, pulling his friend into a comforting embrace.

— This will never happen. Aiba-kun loves you...

— Do you think so? Do you believe we can regain what we had before?

— I am sure of it — Ohno smiled. — Now, get off this bed and go take a shower. I will make us something to eat.

Sho sank back in the bed.

— I don’t want to… I have no more reasons to live…

— Don’t be a drama queen, Sho! — Ohno scolded him. — You are not the first neither the last person to be rejected after a confession. Besides, you don’t even know if that is the case. Come on… get up.

Sho snuffled, but did what his friend said, his heart broken in a million pieces.

Nino closed his eyes, as soon as he arrived at the apartment. His heart was racing in satisfaction and pride for his new perspective and for the extra pounds he had put on, during the time he had been in the clinic. However, he was also nervous and unsure. He was a new Ninomiya Kazunari, undoubtedly, a healthier and more determined one. Nonetheless, he would be lying if said he was completely fine.

It had been two weeks since he had left the clinic and moved into Masaki’s apartment. In his first days there, he couldn’t sleep. He barely moved, afraid of ruining what he had conquered. It was only on his fifth day that, by the insistence of his friend, he accepted to follow him to a nearby konbini.

He would rather stay at the quietness and safety of the apartment, free of any temptation or surprise. He was not afraid of bumping into Satoshi. He had asked him, through Sho, to wait for him. When he was ready, he would go after him. He wanted to do so with his own steps, having something to offer him. And he was almost there.

For the first time, he had the chance to fulfill a dream he had since his teens – working with music. Not selling CDs in a music store, though.

He wanted to make his own songs. Maou had already told him that he had talent and Jun confirmed it, creating a melody to one of his lyrics.

It had been one of the most surreal moments in his life when Raiden entered in his bedroom, three days after their first meeting, with his notebook under an arm and an acoustic guitar. Without ado, he sat down at the couch next his bed and started fingering the instrument skillfully.

The melody was already amazing on its own, as expected of the guitar player. However, when he started singing his words in a shrill and tuned voice, he felt his already damaged legs losing its strength, his heart beating fast, hallucinated. Not for having his thoughts exposed, but for finally feeling himself free.

In the end of his presentation, Jun gave him the guitar as a gift, telling him to do a good job with the other lyrics.

He had been working on it since.

He was still mastering it, learning with Jun’s experience, but it was already a start.

His rebirth.

That afternoon, when trying to compose a melody, his heart burned. He had written that song in the day he met Satoshi and the wish to see him was bigger than any unsureness.

However…

Now that he was there, he wasn’t sure if he should have gone.

He hesitated for a few minutes and finally turned the key in its hole.

He adjusted his hands in the crutches and entered.

Everything was silent, as expected. That hour, Satoshi should be working.

He glanced around the room and his eyes teared, thrilled. Nothing had changed since his last memory there. The day he left, leaving Satoshi and Niji behind.

Niji...

The tortoise was resting against the sofa. He couldn’t avoid his tears.

— Princess... — he mumbled, taking up his great companion in his arms and covering its shell with kisses. He sat on the sofa and didn’t even try to hide his tears.

— Nino!

The voice made his heart skip a bit and he barely had the strength to face the man he loved so much, standing at the door with a shaken expression.

— Oh-chan...

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Notes: Hello minna! Um more chapter, and at first we want to say a big thank you for every lovely comment we did received specially to Fabi that meant lot every word helped a lot to comfort, you are amazing we are speechless with that amazing and lovely care we are truly thankful ♥

About our Sakuraiba sorry for make Aiba-shi run away but he is not a free man right? That was only to make our beloved sakuraiba shippers happy… What we should do with that three passionate men?

Finally the met everyone was waiting for… Ohmiya finally met again but what will happen? Just in the next chapter xD

Lyrics credits to yarukizero@lj

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator:

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 26

Happiness is always there for you to grab
With your chest inflated you will be able to say
“This is my greatest happiness”
My raising dreams are flying up in the sky
I will not forget this voice
Even if I can’t see them
Hoping they won’t vanish, hoping for them to shine
Stay with me

Tabidachi no Asa

Ohno Satoshi sighed before resting his forehead on the wheel, pouting. He was tired and feeling stupid for his ridiculous behavior. It had been two weeks since he started driving to Aiba’s building whenever he had a day off or had finished his work. He stayed there, inside his car, parked in the other side of the street, observing the window of his friend’s apartment, once in a while turning his attention to the building’s door.

Just once, since Nino had moved there, he had managed to see him. It was an early afternoon when he and Aiba had left the building. He was smiling to the orthopedist and he seemed calm. He was walking with the support of the crutches, slow and carefully, but on his own. He rarely needed to be assisted by their friend, who followed him in the same slow rhythm.

He left the car, shivering, his unrestricted emotions vibrating through every cell of his body, burning with the desire to run to him, hold him and take the tasty mouth on a longing kiss. However, all he was able do was to follow him at a distance until a nearby konbini and watch him through the glass picking up from the shelves his favorite juice and the melon pan he fancied so much…

He had promised he would wait for him, after all.

Not in the first time that Sho told him about his request. That time, he was annoyed, actually, more like impatient. He had already abdicated from being beside him during the treatment. Even demanding from the psychologist an almost daily report on his progress, he was unable to see him leaving the wheelchair, he couldn’t follow the development of his state and he wasn’t present nor even at one of the visiting days or in a family therapy session. Why did he have to keep on waiting? He had been willing to wait until his discharge day, outside of the clinic, and take him straight home. However, he knew he couldn’t force him. He had already waited so much…

He could be a little more patient. Besides, he had made no promises regarding following him from afar.

It was childish, he knew it, but he was desperately missing him.

It was four in the afternoon that day, when he decided to drive to Aiba’s apartment for another stalking session. Nino didn’t show up though.

He didn’t even come to the window to watch the scenery, the way he used to do, occasionally.

Sighing, he turned on the car.

He promised, just like the day before, that this would be his last time there. When Nino was ready, he would go after him, just as he had promised.

He just hoped it wouldn't take long.

Exhausted, he decided not to go back to work. He went to a konbini and bought a bento for dinner and a few cans of beer. He was planning to sit on his couch, drink for a bit and listen to Raiden’s new album, which the guitar player had given him the day before.

He inserted the key in the hole, but the door, strangely, wasn't locked. He tried to force his memory, trying to remember if he had checked the lock before leaving for work, but was unable to do so.

Then, he turned the door handle and entered.

The sound of his plastic bag falling on the floor was covered by a sobbing sound. His heart raced when he saw Nino hugging Niji at the couch.

— Nino!

The young man turned his head towards him.

— Oh-chan...

Oh! How to describe the feeling of hearing his nickname being called by the man he loved so much once again?

He wanted to run to him, but, curiously, his steps were slow and careful. He kneeled in front of Kazunari, his eyes teary. Softly, with the tip of his fingers, he wiped the tears soiling his beautiful face before guiding them to the dark and short hair.

— You have stopped dying your hair — he commented. He had already seen him with the new dark hair while observing him from afar.

— You told me you wanted to see me with my natural color — he answered, shaken.

— You are beautiful — the cop smiled, affectionately.

— You have cut yours, as well... — the younger one mimicked his gesture, taking his hands to the sides of his hair and playing with the soft hair locks. — I li-...

His sentence was cut by a sudden hug, strong and suffocating.

— I have missed you so much — Satoshi whispered, tightening his embrace around him. — I couldn’t wait anymore, Nino...

— I’m so sorry, but I needed this... — he disentangled from his arms and stared at the older man. — I needed this time away from you. It was hard, I won’t deny it. If it wasn’t for that, though, I… I would not bear. I wouldn’t be able to overcome my fears, my insecurities and my limitations if you were there to watch me fail… And I failed so many times…

— You didn’t have to go through all this alone. I would have loved to help you up, no matter how many times you fell. I know you wanted to protect me from frustrations, but…

Nino shook his head, in a denial.

— You will never understand it — he interrupted him. — Believe me; it would be so much easier to have your support in all the times I couldn’t progress in my physiotherapy sessions or in the nights when my body was revolving in pain and agony because of my abstinence. Nonetheless, it was a battle I needed to fight on my own, even if you had been with me all the time… your smell, your taste, your body had always been impregnated in me as a mark burned with hot iron in my skin…

Nino touched the face of the man he loved with the back of his hand and Satoshi closed his eyes, trying to intensify the sensation.

— Before we met, and even afterwards, I have degraded myself so much, Oh-chan… I treated myself and let people treat me as scum for so long… I thought it would never come a day when I could leave all that behind. You triggered in me the wish to change once again, just like your father had done before… — he put Niji back on the floor and held Satoshi hands in his. — In the moment I woke up in the hospital, when I realized there was a possibility that I would never walk again, I realized that, no matter how important you were in my life, I shouldn’t want to overcome my problems for you. I should do it for myself, for wanting and needing to let that shadowed life behind to start a healthy and confident one. Can you understand me?

Satoshi nodded, sympathetic. For the first time realizing Nino’s reason not to want his presence during the treatment. It wasn’t just because he didn’t want him to see him fail, but because he wanted to be his own reason for his rehabilitation.

— You have made it! You are walking again and you were discharged from rehab...

Nino lowered his head.

— I don’t know if it’s enough, though.

— What do you mean? — Satoshi asked, apprehensive. He didn’t like the evasive tone of his boyfriend, if he could still call him that.

— I don’t know if I’m ready to restart my life beside you.

The cop freed himself from Nino’s hands and stood up, walking to the window.

— And when will you be? — he asked him, impatient, after a pause. — I have waited for seven months, Nino. Ten, if you count the time you’ve left me to live with Miura.

Nino bit his lips, guilty and embarrassed. As he had expected, certain things would never be forgotten.

— How much longer do you think I can wait? — Satoshi asked, contradicting his promise to wait for as long as he needed. — When will you be ready to accept that you deserve to be happy?

— Maybe I never will — he answered with honesty.

Satoshi sighed, annoyed. He opened the window in search for air and closed his eyes, trying to control his emotions. He didn’t want to say anything he could regret later, but he was tired of that. Although he knew he should be patient in what regarded Nino, he was enraged that all that waiting time ended up being for nothing. He understood the other man had been through a difficult process, but he wasn’t the only one who was suffering.

He also had to overcome his trauma for his father’s death, the agony of being unable to prevent his boyfriend from sacrificing himself for him and the guilt for Nino receiving the shot that had been destined to him.

He also had been stuck in the middle of a turmoil of fears and insecurities. However, it would be much easier if they tried to overcome all this together.

He was ready to turn around and give the lad an ultimatum when he felt Nino’s arms encircling his waist and his chin resting on his shoulder.

— I might never be ready — he repeated. — But, after all, who is? — he concluded, with a thrilled voice and Satoshi realized he was crying.

— There is no miracle recipe to face the day-by-day. No one knows what lies ahead, what kind of temptations one will have to face or what kind of decisions one will have to make… I would be lying if I told you I’m not afraid, Oh-chan, but I’ve learned that I have to live a day at once. And it will be infinitely better if I can do it beside the man I love.

He turned around to face Nino and noticed he hasn't used his crutches to walk towards him.

— You will need to be more specific, Nino. I can’t understand what you are trying to tell me with such contradicting statements...

— I mean that, no matter how much I want to spare you from my problems, how better I believe you are going to live without me… I can’t neither I want to exclude you from my life — he rested his forehead against his and searched for his hands, entwining their fingers. — It took me too long to find you, Satoshi. We should have met five years ago, according to your father’s will... Destiny, however, made us meet later.
It can’t be just a coincidence, right? We cannot ignore the signs…

— We cannot.

— I can’t promise you we will live happily ever after, like in a fairy tale, but, as the lyrics of that music that was playing when we met — he guided his hands to the pockets of the thin blouse he was wearing — “let me hold your two hands inside the pockets of my sweater”? *

— If I had to be really honest, — Satoshi answered, his teary eyes locked into Nino’s ones — right now, I would rather hold your hands without this sweater… preferably, without any piece of clothes...

The former blonde-haired lad smiled.

— So, what are you waiting for to drag me to the bedroom and do it?

He didn’t have to be asked twice.

Differently from their first time, they have made love slow and softly in an almost embarrassing way. It was as if they weren’t not only bare of their clothes, but also from any kind of shame. They explored each other’s bodies, as they have never done before, as if trying to mark each part of their bodies, try to taste the most of their skins, the taste of their saliva, the tears, the sweat, each and every secretion of pleasure they could extract from each other.

There was no rush.

There was no need of making promises.

A day at once…

Much later, exhausted and sleepy, they have sealed their silent pact through the shadows of their entangled and satisfied bodies, overlapping each other's perfectly as if they were just one.

***************************************

Aiba left his car and waited for Jun to do the same so they would enter the restaurant together.

As soon as they announced themselves, a host, wearing a kimono, guided them to a reserved room. Nino and Ohno were already there, sat side by side as the inseparable couple they had become since they have resumed their relationship, around three months before.

— Have you been waiting long?

— We arrived around ten minutes ago — answered Satoshi, picking up a sake bottle and filling two empty cups. — Nino told me that Cosmos is planning a tour around the Americas — he addressed Jun. — We should toast to that.

The musician smiled, picking up the cups and handing one to his boyfriend after they accommodated themselves at the table.

— It was a surprise when our manager told us we had fans there, especially in South America.

— Good music is appreciated everywhere, Jun-chan — Masaki said, proudly.

— Yes, much more now that we have a special collaborator — he pointed at Nino.

The composer smiled, happy and grateful. One of his songs, recorded by Raiden’s band, had been chosen as the theme of a dorama and, two weeks ago, had been released as a single, already among the top songs of the national ranking.

— Thank you, Jay. Nothing of this would have happened if it wasn’t for you.

— I did what I had to do. I couldn’t allow a talent as yours to stay hidden. My next step is to convince you to sing your own songs.

— I have already told him the same thing a thousand times, but my handsome boyfriend doesn’t believe when I say he has an amazing voice… — Satoshi took one of Nino’s hands in his and kissed it.

— That is just because you haven’t heard Oh-chan singing. His voice is incredible!

— I just follow the melodies I enjoy. The professional one here is you, my love — he pecked Nino’s lips.

— That’s true. Nino is ready to debut as a singer — Jun nodded. — Actually, we even made a test in the studio.

— Really? You didn’t tell me about this... — Satoshi stared at him, intrigued.

— It was supposed to be a surprise — Nino smile.

— Happy birthday, Ohno-kun! — Aiba handed him a small box.

The cop picked up the package and observed it attentively, wondering what that could be. Unable to restrain his curiosity, he opened it to see an IPod.

— You guys made a song for me?

— Not us, Nino did. I just assisted him at the studio. That was indeed the reason for my delay: the staff was finishing the mastering — Jun clarified him.

Satoshi looked at his boyfriend, enthralled.

He searched for the file and smiled when he read the name: Niji.

As soon as he pressed the Play button, the sound of a piano reverberated through the place.

— Piano? Since when do you...?

— Cosmos’ keyboard player taught me how to play it. I thought the lyrics would sound better in the piano than in the guitar… I tried to tell a little of our story, since the moment we met. I hope you like it.

As if it could have been different.

He had already listened to Nino singing while he was composing and even when he was playing the guitar as a hobby. He always believed his voice was beautiful; but there, maybe due to the production and the emotion on his voice, it sounded even better. Almost professional.

It’s always like this
When you are annoyed
You go and hide from me what I treasure the most
And because you always hide in the same place
Today I am going to wait for you there
The seasons bring along the setting son
And the shadows stretch out to catch me
You stare at me with a surprised face
Then quickly pout and look away
Then I say "I’m sorry"
And "Well, come here"
"Hey, look!
Our shadows overlapped"

I can walk straight for our umbrellas are hitting each other
This makes you laugh at me
So I also do what you have showed me
The same pout you have made
You are smiling so kindly
This time, this moment
It makes me wanna cry
It’s the most important thing to me
So you deliberately look at me sharply
And without waiting for my response to your "I’m sorry?"

You kissed me gently

So, from now on,
It’s all right for you to say things that are a little selfish
But, please, only to me
"It’s so complicated," I say
Because you are not being honest with me
Why can’t you just say the words
"I love you"?
I would like to hear it once in a while
Today is the day when we
The day we will extend our surnames
The day our love will start to blossom

La... La... La
“The rainbow is beautiful”
“No, you are more.”
For you who is shying away
“Thank you, thank you.” **

For a few moments, Satoshi was unable to say anything. There was not a word that could express what he was feeling at the moment, after hearing all that.

— It is... it is beautiful, Nino. I... wow! Thank you...

— Happy birthday, Oh-chan! — said the composer, pulling his boyfriend for a kiss.

— Thank you! — the birthday-boy said to his friends.

— Why are you crying, Nii-chan? What have I lost? — Sho asked, as soon as entered the room.

— You have to listen to the music that Nino composed to me. What took you so long?

— I’m sorry I’m late — he said. — I was finishing some reports. I need to leave everything ready before the departure.

— What departure? — Masaki asked, more than curious.

— Sho-chan was accepted in a Master Course at London. He will be moving there in two weeks — Nino answered.

— Congratulations, Sakurai-kun! — Jun said. — Will you stay there for long?

— Two years, at first — he answered, as soon as he sat beside his best friend. — But maybe, if I manage to get a position in the Psychology team of the University, I may probably make a life for me there…

— You cannot go! — Masaki’s voice echoed in the room, loud and quite desperate.

* Sweater Weather - The Neighbourhood
** Niji – Ninomiya Kazunari

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

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CHAPTER 27

In the middle of a crowd of rushing people
I became sad and called your name
The scent of the wind that passed by
A new season is coming　Look, the colors are changing

Your voice, that smile, all of it,
Let me open my eyes and walk
Whatever past　Whatever tomorrow　Let's share them together
That's why I go to where you are

Be with You

— Goodbye, uncle Sho. You are the best uncle in the whole world! — The little girl smiled at him and blew him a kiss before going back to the table to finish her coffee, as her mother had demanded.

Sho felt his heart aching with longing. If his niece weren’t in the other side of a computer screen, he would trap her in a tight hug and wouldn’t let her go for a long while.

— You spoil Aya too much, Nii-chan — his sister smiled, taking her daughter’s place in front of the camera.

— I just promised her a small gift. Nothing else... — he assured her. — What about you, how are you doing?

— We are fine — she smiled, caressing her rounded belly. — This little boy here is growing up fast. I can hardly believe I will be holding him in my arms in less than two months. You will manage to get some days off to come and visit your nephew, right?

— I will do my best.

— You look so tired. It’s past midnight there, in London, Nii-chan. Go get some sleep, ok?

— You sound like mommy when you talk like this — he smiled. — You are right, though. I’m desperately in need of a rest. Will we talk again next week?

— Sure! You know quite well that Aya count the days for her to talk to her favorite uncle — she smiled. — We miss you so much! Sleep tight! — she said before finishing the call.

Sho also turned off his computer, placed the reports on which he had been working in a file and, then, tried to relax by flexing his neck.

He smiled when he thought about his sister’s belly. The last time he had been with her, she had just announced the pregnancy.

Five months had passed since.

Five months since he had left Tokyo to venture in London. Although he missed his home, he had adapted quite well to England. When he wasn’t researching, he used his time to work on his Master Course or assisting at the clinics associated to the university.

On his free time, he visited the touristic spots of the city and the nearby towns or sent messages to his colleagues in Japan to know about his former patients’ progress. In addition, whenever he could, he kept contact with his family and friends. He was always talking to Satoshi, Nino and, more scarcely, Masaki.

Masaki...

He had believed that the distance would soften the strength of the feeling that hammered inside his chest. However, no matter how much he tried to avoid them, his memories of him – the taste of his kiss and the sound of his laughter – were always present wherever he could be, at any time of the day. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t get rid of that feeling inside his heart, neither forget their definitive conversation in the last time they had seen each other.

— You cannot go!

For a few moments, Sho felt his heart skipping a bit. If he weren’t already sat, his knees would have probably bended, lacking strength. Even then, he was the first to recover to the unexpected words.

— Masaki...

— When have you decided to take this course? — Masaki stormed, interrupting him. — Weren’t you planning to tell me?

— Of course, I would tell you — Sho answered almost in the same tone as him, maybe to cover the feeling of surprise and hope inside of him. — I had sent my application a few months ago, but I never really thought it would be accepted. They called me a few days ago to inform me of my approbation. Since then, I have been busy organizing my things…

— You never told me you wanted to study abroad.

— I wasn’t really considering this, but a friend of mine informed me of this course. It involves a research in an area I have a great interest and I thought it would be a good opportunity to get a Master degree.

— You can get your degree here. Will you abandon everything you have conquered behind? You have a good job. And what about your patients?

— I have pondered everything before deciding to go, Masaki! I am not an irresponsible! — he answered in a hurt but firm tone. — I will leave them in the hands of excellent professionals. Besides, I will always be available whenever they need to speak with me. This research is important for me, though. I really have no reasons to decline it.

— You are right — the orthopedist said, before smiling laconically, even though his eyes were showing a glow of sadness and disappointment. — You cannot lose this opportunity. I just… the news caught me by surprise. I am sorry if I overreacted.

— I did the same, Aiba-chan — Satoshi confessed, meddling in their dialogue and placing a hand over Sho’s shoulders. — You will only departing in two weeks, right? What about a farewell party?

— I think I will have to share your birthday party for that. Do you mind? I still have many things to organize and I’m not sure if I will have the time…

— Of course, I don’t mind — his friend answered, giving him a hug. — I’m gonna miss you, Sho. I don’t know if I’m ready to stay away from you...

— You will be fine, Nii-chan. You haven’t needed me in a long time.

— I will always need you. You are my best friend. We are together for so long that is strange to think that soon you will be out of my reach.

— You know that’s not true. I always be available to you! You know that communication is much effective nowadays, right?

— I know — Satoshi smiled. Then, he turned to the waiter, who was waiting at the door. — You can bring the main course now.

*************

— You are leaving for the right reasons, aren’t you?

Sho looked at the owner of the voice through the mirror of the bathroom.

— Masaki...

— Please, Sho-chan. Just tell me that your decision has nothing to do with what happened between us that night. I know we have never talked about that, but…

He turned around to face him directly.

— I’m not running away. But I can’t deny that it’s hard for me to face you after all that happened.

— Sho...

— I love you, Masaki — he repeated his confession, this time, without any influence of the alcohol.

— I...

— You don’t have to say anything — he smiled nervously. — I know you love me too.

— I do love you — Masaki agreed, getting closer to him. — This is exactly why I can’t let you leave like that, without clarifying things between us.

— It’s all right, Masaki. Really... — he caressed his friend’s face. — You are so important to me… Therefore, I need some time away. Do you understand me? I don’t want to lose what we have.

— Of course, we won’t! — Masaki pulled him for a tight hug.

— Thank you — Sho let himself relax in the man’s hug. — I can handle not having my feelings returned, but I wouldn’t bear to lose our friendship as well. In these months in which we barely talked to each other, pretending that that night never happened, were very hard for me.

— For me too. I wanted to reach out for you and talk, but… I didn’t know what to say. Even now… I am trying to use the proper words. I… I just wish I could say the words you wanted to listen…

— You cannot, though.

— Sho-chan, I…

— I will be fine — Sho moved away from his embrace and smiled at him, in spite of his teary eyes — I will dedicate myself to my Master Course and do a research in an area I always wanted to learn more about. I will enjoy my time there to the fullest, Masaki. There's no need worry about me.

The orthopedist looked at him, showing a mix of emotions on his eyes: sadness, doubt, tenderness and love.

— You are very important to me, Sho-chan. Never doubt it...

He had never doubted that. Even if Masaki was unable to love him in the same way, he knew how special he was to him, what made everything even harder.

He sighed and stood up, getting ready to sleep. He would very busy in the next day and he needed to be well disposed. At least apparently.

*****************************************

Sho took a sip of his coffee as soon as he left the convenience store. Slowly, he walked to the building he was living, observing the movement of the street. It was still eight o’clock in the evening and there were many people walking around, most of them returning from work, just like him.

It was funny to think that, a year ago, he had no idea that he would live in that foreign country and adapt so well to that culture. Considering this and the job position that his boss had offered him two days ago made him wonder if he could extend his stay there, beyond the two years of his course.

He was tempted, he couldn’t deny. However, it wasn’t a decision he could take without considering the subject carefully. Therefore, he avoided worrying about it in that moment. As he had left for work early, he would arrive at home, take a good shower, ask for a delicious meal and look for something good to watch on TV.

His plans, nonetheless, were crushed in the moment he recognized the silhouette of a man sat on the steps of his building.

At first, he believed it to be an illusion. Then, he shivered when he realized it was real. He almost let the coffee fall from his shaking hands.

— Masaki...

— Good evening, Sho-chan! — the man greeted him with a smile.

*****************
— Make yourself home — Sho said, as soon as he stepped aside so that Masaki could enter his apartment. — Would you like something to drink?

— Water.

Sho went to the kitchen and took two bottles of the fridge.

— I am sorry for the mess… I wasn’t expecting anyone…

— Don’t worry, Sho-chan — Masaki smiled. — I should have warned you.

— Yes, I could have fetched you in the airport… Did you come by train?

The orthopedist nodded before sitting on the couch and taking a sip on his water.

Sho took off his coat and did the same, sitting on the other side of the sofa.

For a moment, there was an embarrassing silent between them.

— I suppose I should start from the beginning, right? — Masaki finally spoke. — I came here for a consultation. Could you listen to me?

— Consultation?

— Yes. I have a problem and you are the best therapist I know, so… Do I need to lie down as in the movies?

— Masaki…

— My name is Aiba Masaki — he started, with determination, before Sho managed to interrupt him. He didn’t lie down, but rested comfortably on the couch. — I am 27 years old and I am an orthopedist in a hospital, in Tokyo.

— You know that, for ethical reasons, I cannot...

— I have always been popular — he proceeded, ignoring his interruption. — Maybe for being so cheerful, I don’t know… It was natural for me to be surrounded by people, mostly girls. In spite of that, I never had any romantic interest in any of them. For what I can remember, I rejected several love confessions. I always believed there was something wrong with me.

Sho sighed, resignedly, his heart beating fast. Of course, he was unable to assist Masaki professionally, but he could listen to him as the good friend he had always been. After all, he wouldn’t travel all the way from Japan to there if he wasn’t desperate for orientation.

— Was it then when you started questioning your sexuality? — he asked, wishing that situation would end soon. For a moment, he felt angry with his friend. What was he doing there? Was he planning to drive him crazy? Right now, when he was starting to regain control of his life away from him?

— Actually, no. I had never had any interest in boys as well. Just… I didn’t worry about having a relationship. I worried far more with basketball. But, then, I met Jun.

Jun... Of course. He felt his heart aching when he heard the name of the guitar player. Wasn’t Masaki aware of how cruel it was to force him to witness his happiness beside another man?

— I’m not sure if it was love at first sight. I identified myself with him, even though we were completely different. Not in popularity… Jun conquered a legion of fans as soon as he arrived at school. He was confident, experienced with girls, friendly with the boys and he played guitar really well. How sexy he was when he played! Soon, he formed a band and, well… he always had that idol aura around him — he smiled at his memories. — Without thinking twice, I asked him to teach me how to play.

— You play the guitar? I never heard about this...

— I can manage a few chords, no big deal.

— Was it then when you and Matsumoto started dating?

— In a way — the orthopedist nodded. — We started shyly… with a stolen kiss and weird looks… We had avoided each other for a while, until we had figured out what we were feeling. Since then, we became inseparable. We discovered many things together and… I believed our relationship would last forever.

— This is what we believe when we love someone. You and Matsumoto complete each other, Masaki. You are meant to be together.

The younger man nodded, with a sad smile in the corner of his mouth.

— Yes. I will always love Jun. As he will always love me. That will never change.

Sho looked away for a few seconds. He knew all that, but it still hurt to hear him say that so openly.

— Love has many sides, however… I never believed I would find someone who would move me the way he did. I was wrong — he sighed. — In an afternoon, after an exhausting class, I went for lunch at the university cafeteria. Maybe I had let myself carried away by the expression of the senpai in front of me in the line. So embarrassed and so beautiful…

The psychologist felt a shiver when he heard the comment, all his senses in alert.

— He had forgotten his wallet and I offered to pay for his lunch.

— You surely felt sorry for him... — Sho smiled, remembering that day with a bit of shame.

— No. I felt happy. It wasn’t the first time I’ve seen him. I had already noticed him around the campus, observing his concentrated expression, the way he seemed so serious, not a bit aware of how seductive he looked… I’ve always wanted to get closer to him.
Sho stared at him. It was the first time he heard about this.

— It was the perfect opportunity. We became friends in a flash and, without my knowing, his presence in my life gained a fundamental importance. He was the one who helped me when I fell, who held me when I need a shoulder… And, in spite of all that, I could never return the feelings he had for me.

— Masaki…

— I have always known, Sho. I have always known you loved me — Masaki confessed, abandoning his role and staring at his friend directly.

— I never meant for you to know.

— I know. That is why I pretended otherwise. I am so sorry…

— You don’t have to apologize. You cannot command your heart.

— No. That is why I ignored mine when it started to fall in love with you.

— Fall in love?

— In the two years after my break up with Jun… Or even before that. However, I couldn’t leave Jun. I couldn’t turn my back on him. I loved him, after all, and we had a story together. You told me I should follow my heart and, in that moment, I felt I needed to give him a new chance.

— Because this is what was supposed to happen.

— Yes, but I still felt guilty for you.

Sho bit his lower lip.

— This is why you pushed me into accepting that trip with Maeda-san? Were you deliberately trying to throw me in another man’s arms?

Masaki closed his eyes, letting his tears roll down his face.

— I needed to see you trying to search your own happiness. It wasn’t easy for me! — he admitted. — But you and Maeda-san seemed perfect together. I really wanted this to work. Above all the things, I wanted to see you happy, Sho-chan! But, in the process, you started to move away from me.

— I wanted to give you and Matsumoto some space.

— I know that too. Even so… I needed to be a little selfish. I couldn’t give up on you entirely. Therefore, I invited you for that date in the aquarium. I never had so much fun! In that very night, when we were drinking at your house, you asked me about the idea of having children with Jun and all I could think about this involved that outing with you and Aya-chan.

— I’m confused…

— Even if I wanted you and Maeda-san to be happy together, I must admit it was a huge relief when you told me you two had broken up.

— You said I should tell my feelings for the man I loved…

— Because maybe in that way, I would force myself to accept my own feelings.

— But you ran away when I confessed.

— Because I wasn’t a free man. Even if I wanted with all my body and heart, I couldn’t accept your advances when I was in a relationship with Jun.

Sho bit his lip, guilty.

— I went to his apartment that day. I gave myself to him, body and soul, but… it wasn’t like before. The following days, when I hadn’t heard from you, I couldn’t stop thinking about you, feeling your kiss and your touch… I couldn’t postpone my decision any longer; I knew what I had to do. My resolution became stronger when I heard you were moving to London. I couldn’t think about anything but the possibility of losing you. That night, in the bathroom, I… I tried to tell you this, but I still couldn’t open up when I was committed to someone else. I needed to settle things with Jun first. This is why, in that same night, I told him, Sho… I told him I was in love with you.

As soon as he placed his keys over the dinner table, Masaki walked to the kitchen. He took a bottle of iced water and searched for a glass in the cupboard. He filled it to the brim and drank everything in a gulp.

He closed his eyes and sighed, regretful, before filling another one and taking it to the living room.

His boyfriend smiled when he received the glass. Differently from his host, though, he didn’t drink it immediately. He placed it over the coffee table and opened his arms, invitingly.

Masaki didn’t hesitate in accepting the offered comfort. He embraced the man’s waist and allowed himself to remain there for a few minutes, involved into that accomplice and tender hug. He was unable to hold his tears and, taking advantage of that helping and comfortable embrace, he tightened his grip, remembering he had always been his greatest treasure: the first person he had kissed, the first person to whom he had given his body and his soul, his first love.

He never knew how long had he remained there, in the comfort of Jun’s hug, preparing himself to do what he should, even with chest stinging in anticipation for knowing he would hurt him. Although, for the way he was acting, it seemed he already knew that they needed to talk.

— It’s all right, Masaki... — he said, finally, giving him the clue he needed.

Even though he was not ready, Masaki moved away from the comforting hug and sat on the couch. His shaking fingers entwining with the musician’s slim ones.
— I love you, Jun — he said, with honesty and emotion. — I really love you and I will love you until the day I die. You know that, right?

The first silent tear rolled over Jun’s face before he nodded.

— You will always be my first love.

— But not the last — Jun stated, showing how well he knew him.

— No — Masaki said straightly, just as his boyfriend deserved. — I love Sho.

Jun smiled briefly.

— It took you a long time to notice.

— No — he contradicted him. — Maybe, it took me too long to accept it… but I have always known.

— And, even then, you decided to give us a chance…

— Because our story hadn’t finished yet. We needed this return, Jun. It is true that you had hurt me a lot and, therefore, I had all the reasons in the world never to allow you back in my life. In the meantime, Sho had been the person beside me. However, even though I was starting to fall in love with him, you were still the most important person to me. You went to fight your addiction, you recovered yourself and, when we got back together, I really dived into this relationship. I always believed we could work things out. It wasn’t out of pity… neither to help you in your treatment.

— I know. I know you were 100% with me in this relationship… — Jun closed his eyes. — I knew that, no matter how much we were dedicating ourselves, no matter how much we loved each other, there was something missing between us. Or maybe there were too many things between… I have already suspected you had a special feeling for Sakurai-san. Your reaction in the restaurant today, after you heard about his departure to London, just confirmed what I knew already: that sooner or later you would realize that our relationship had come to an end.

— Jun...

— It was partly my own doing when I chose to follow the wrong path. Not that this has been the reason for our break up. I know you had forgiven me sincerely. However, I am also conscious that it gave space for someone else to enter your life. I am happy that is Sakurai; he is a good person. I am sure he will make you happy.

— I swear I tried, Jun... but I couldn’t go against my heart. I’m so sorry...

Jun squeezed Masaki in his arms.

— Don’t apologize, my love. On the opposite! Follow your heart.

Masaki faced him with a great pain on his chest. He had no doubts, even before beginning that conversation, about Jun's reaction. Maybe for that, it was being even harder to deal with the break up.

— Will you be fine? — he asked, moving away, meeting the guitar player’s eyes.

— I’m not going back to drugs, if that’s what is holding you back. Don’t worry about me — Jun assured him with a smile.

— I know you are not — He sighed in relief. — Thanks for everything, Jun. We were so happy together…

— I will always do whatever I can for you to be happy.

— Me too. I can only move on knowing that you will go after your own happiness as well. Promise me this, Jun. Please…

— I promise you.

— I love you.

Jun closed his eyes at these words, as if recording them in his memory.

— Masaki… — he called, when he opened them again. — Even though this is the end… can I be a bit selfish? Before we become officially ex-boyfriends… tonight… can we…

He didn’t even let him finish his request, shutting his mouth with a kiss full of their emotions and memories: the first time they had seen each other; the anxiety that took over him when he asked him to give him private lessons of guitar; the first kiss Jun had stolen from him, shy and sneakily. The odd feeling when he started ignoring him afterwards; the confession; the beginning of their relationship; their first time; the beating he received when he confessed to his parents his love for another man; the day when they went to see their apartment for the first time; their first fight; their first reconciliation; the tears they shared that night…

A last time.

Jun wasn’t the only one to want it.

— Masaki... — Sho mumbled, still trying to process the orthopedist’s words.

— I love Jun. I will always love him, but not in the same way that I love you, Sho — Masaki said, approaching him. — I’m sorry for letting you leave without an honest answer.

— Five months... You needed all this time to come and tell me this? — Sho asked him, annoyed.

— I needed this time.

— Why? Are you still confused? Masaki, you don’t have to force yourself…

— I am not forcing myself and I was never confused — he pulled him to a hug. — I just needed to make sure that Jun would be fine before I rushed into your arms.

Sho stared at him, his body still paralyzed with the situation. Masaki loved him?

— I love you, Sho — the other man repeated as if reading his mind.

For a moment, Sho didn’t say anything, unable to believe it was real. He was certain that he would wake up at any moment to find himself alone in that apartment.

He had waited so long for that moment that, when it arrived, he didn’t know what to do with it.

— May I kiss you? — Aiba asked, caressing the older man’s face with the back of his hand. — I’m dying to do so since I saw you comin-…

Their kiss wasn’t different from the first one they had shared. It had the same intensity and the same exploratory movements. However, different from that time, there was neither guilt nor fear.

Sho could have made things harder, he could have confronted Masaki to make sure he was really convinced about his feelings, but… he didn’t want to lose that opportunity. Even if, in the next morning, he would wake up alone in his bed, even if his partner regretted it…

He had waited for that moment for five years and there, enveloped by that suffocating hug and feeling his hungry kisses, all he wanted and needed was to indulge himself to his repressed desires, to the passion that consumed him whenever he thought about the orthopedist. For the first time, all he was planning was to let himself go without fear or worries.

And that is exactly what he did when he dragged Masaki to his bedroom.

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Note: Hello Minna! Finally we are reach the end and Masaki make his choice… Well is hard explain the heart matters but even tho Jun being his first love Sho was his support in the most hard time of his life…
Well we tried to deny that for Jun and also himself but that don’t last forever right? Now Ohmiya is together and Masaki did finally choose the one he love, so now we just have two short chapters…

For you the reader who was cheering for Junba we have news to you!!! Yes we did felt sad for Jun as well, soooo we want to announce our new Junba project. ‘Kareshi – Boyfriend for Rent’, this new fic is already written and posted in Portuguese in 2014 and now is being translate to English, we will start to post as soon Kagefumi finish.

We hope you can support us in our new project as well, and for the ones who is waiting for TABOO vs Disco Star our sincerely apologize, many personal problems happened recently but we will comeback, okay?

Comments are always ♥

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Title: Kagefumi
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz )
Translator:

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 28

Soft and hungry lips travelled through Satoshi’s chest, tracing a sinuous path to his neck, where it stopped to give it more attention. At the same time, his partner's warm and seductive body started moving over his, teasing and slowly.

As sensual as its movements, the impatient hands held his over his head, entwining their fingers in a harsh but pleasurable prison. It felt so good that he just let himself being dominated, surrendering completely to his partner’s will.

— You might really like this kind of music.

— What?

— Are you that into western music? Since I got to the counter, you have your eyes closed, your head moving to the rhythm as if you were absorbing each accord…

— I like music, in general

— I know a place where they perform live. I guess you would like it.

— You’re aiming for the wrong person, kid. I don’t do minors. By the way, how did they let you in?

— People always tell me I look like a kid, but I’ve been doing adult stuff for more than five years, when I came of age. Anyway, I’m not giving myself out in here. I just got curious when I saw you enjoying the music as if you were in a trance and I thought that maybe you appreciated it as much as I do.

— This place... with the live performance... is it too far from here?

Satoshi moaned softly when Nino bit the lobe of his sensitive ear and a little louder when he increased the friction between their bodies before capturing his mouth in a hungry kiss.

Then, he shivered when his eyes met those expressive ones, which were staring at him with desire and love.

— See you tomorrow, Oh-chan…

— What are you doing?

— I'm getting ready to sleep.

— In the sofa? Don’t you wanna share the bed with me? Don’t get me wrong… But the bed is wide…

Nino just nodded, seeming frustrated, but followed him to the bedroom and waited for him to make himself comfortable on his usual side of the bed. They both laid there in silence, embarrassed by the situation.

— Sleep well, Nino.

— Oh-chan...

— Nino… You don’t have to force yourself…

— Force myself? Do you really believe that? You’re wrong, Oh-chan. I am grateful, I’ll never have enough words nor gestures to repay you for what you’ve been doing for me, welcoming me into your home and in your life, but… it’s not out of gratitude that I’ve been thinking about you all the time. I’ve almost died suffocated in my longing while waiting for you to get home… I…

Ohno shut up his words with a hungry kiss.

They made love more than once that night.

He pulled the younger man for a kiss, once again, before reversing their positions and trapping the half-naked body under him. He felt another shiver running down his spine when he caught him smiling lovingly. The sensation intensified, spreading all over his body, when he felt Nino’s legs enveloping his waist and his nails clawing his back.

Slowly he caressed the pale chest with his lips until he got to his lower belly and started alternating his kisses with soft bites. He smiled when he heard Nino’s moans and decided to play a while longer there, at the same time his hand started massaging the hard member over the fabric of the printed briefs he was wearing. Just when his boyfriend mumbled his name in a pleading tone, he freed him from the piece, exposing his erotic and beautiful body entirely.

“Oh-chan,

A long time ago, I lived trapped in a world of shadows and illusions. It took a long time for me to remember that, one day, there was a colorful world inside me.

Meeting you made me remember that I was entitled to make plans.

You are the light I have always searched for.

You not only made me believe in the future again, but also restored my will to move on.

I will never have enough words to thank you for all the happiness I felt in our months together.

No… don’t think about this as a goodbye.

I’m not leaving you, but I will need to stay away for a while.

I’m sorry for being unable to explain my reasons, but can you trust me and don’t come looking for me?

I’ll let Niji under your care. I can only entrust her to you.

I love you.”

Nino

His lover had barely exploded in satisfaction in his lips when Satoshi searched for his mouth, in a demanding way. He bit one of his shoulders when he felt his partner’s hand entering his own briefs and squeezing his rounded and toned butt, bringing him closer and offering himself without shame or resistance.

Then, he kneeled down and pulled the offered body towards his own, finding his way between the thick thighs.

— You know, Ohno-san… — Miura stepped closer to him. — You, cops, think you are better than everyone else, don’t you? Your father had this same stoic expression when he told me he wouldn’t give up on Kazu…

— W-what?

— Six years ago, don’t you remember? In that abandoned warehouse at the harbor. You saw it, right? When I shot your father. I didn't let him take Kazu from me… It won’t be different with you! — he pointed the gun to the man’s head, but didn’t pull the trigger. Instead, he was surprised by the impact of a smaller body against his and was thrown at the opposite corner.

— Kazu, what are you doing?

Instead of answering, Kazunari kicked the gun away and ran to Satoshi, taking advantage that the drug dealer was still a bit lost with the knock on his head.

Another shot sounded around them.

This time, however, Ohno didn’t feel any physical pain.

He felt an afflictive pain in his heart when he noticed Nino’s body losing strength and falling on the floor before he could prevent it.

— Oh-chan... — he mumbled, in a faint voice.

His tears increased and Satoshi shivered, desperate.

— Please, Nino… Don’t leave me… — he begged, in middle of his despair. — I can’t bear to lose you too… Please…

— Oh-chan… I… love you…

Stretching his hand, Satoshi picked from the bedside table the lube and spread the content on his fingers before guiding them to the hot and tight entrance. With soft movements, he prepared his boyfriend, delighted with the moans he was whispering on his ear.

Then, covering Nino’s body in a perfect fit, he united their bodies, moving in the same rhythm of their heartbeats and passionate gasps.

— Ohno-san... Don’t come here anymore. I need to make it on my own, Oh-chan. Otherwise; I won’t be able to face you with confidence when we meet again. Can you understand that?

— We can face it together...

— No. I need to do it on my own. I mean... I will need professional assistance. Lots of it, to tell you the truth, but... I don’t want you to be present when I have a relapse, because I know I will have it.

— But that is part of the treatment, Nino. I know it’s not easy to heal from an addiction, but I’m willing to help… I want to be by your side, I will not abandon you.

— Nino...

— You are right. I will not accept the break up, nonetheless.

— Oh-chan...

— I will give you some time. No matter how long it takes, I will wait for you.

— Don’t do that. I can’t hold you like this. I have no idea how long will it take me to recover... I don’t want you to stop living because of me. I want you to follow your path and find someone to make you happy...

— I have already found that person, Nino.

After a last scream of pleasure, he fell over his boyfriend, sweaty and gasping, all his cells vibrating with pleasure and happiness. He felt he would float if it weren’t for Nino’s tight hug around his waist.

— I love you, Oh-chan... — his boyfriend whispered, satiated.

Satoshi didn’t answer to it immediately, his body still lost in its ecstasy. Only after a few minutes his hand went to the juvenile face and caressed it, affectionately and moved.

— I love you too, Nino.

— Maybe I will never be ready — he repeated. — But, after all, who is? — he concluded, with a thrilled voice and Satoshi realized he was crying. — There is no miracle recipe to face the day-by-day. No one knows what lies ahead, what kind of temptations one will have to face or what kind of decisions one will have to make… I would be lying if I told you I’m not afraid, Oh-chan, but I’ve learned that I have to live a day at once. And it will be infinitely better if I can do it beside the man I love.

He turned around to face Nino and noticed he hasn't used his crutches to walk towards him.

— You will need to be more specific, Nino. I can’t understand what you are trying to tell me with such contradicting statements...

— I mean that, no matter how much I want to spare you from my problems, how better I believe you are going to live without me… I can’t neither I want to exclude you from my life — he rested his forehead against his and searched for his hands, entwining their fingers. — It took me too long to find you, Satoshi. We should have met five years ago, according to your father’s will... Destiny, however, made us meet later. It can’t be just a coincidence, right? We cannot ignore the signs…

— We cannot.

Satoshi barely noticed the first tear rolling down his enthralled face. He stared at his boyfriend, sleeping beside him, and smiled happy. If he were able to draw, he would eternize that vision in a painting.

It was the first time he saw him so calm, his expression serene and happy as if he had finally found the peace he had been searching for so long.

He was still apprehensive, that was true, and Satoshi knew it would always be that way. He also knew that he had no reason to worry. Life was following its path and they had decided to walk through it together.

He couldn’t lie and say that the shadows that haunted their souls for so long didn’t exist anymore. They would always be among them and they could do nothing to erase them. Quite the opposite. In a way, they had written their story and would always be a part of them.

However...

They had decided they wouldn’t ignore the feeling that united them due to the marks of their past. The most important for them was to move on, in spite of all this, their shadows becoming a single trace, even if it was an undefined one.

CHAPTER 29
EPILOGUE

“Dry steps, the color of the moonlight on our skin
Your cold hand
Could you abandon this hesitation in the dawn
In order for me not be deprived of you?

Search for the reason or continue to believe in tomorrow?
Something inside you seems broken
Everything seem distorted
Hey, are you still able to smile?”*

— Is this song popular?

— Eh? — Satoshi took off one of his earphones and turned towards the man who was driving.

— This music you are singing… Is it popular? — said the older man, without actually looking at his son, his attention focused in the traffic.

— Am I singing it too loud? — the lad asked him, lowering the volume of his MP3. — Sorry, I didn’t realize it…

— It doesn't bother me — his father soothed him. — I just thought it is a strange coincidence to hear it twice in the same day.

— Eh? I never thought you would fancy this kind of music.

— I don’t. I heard Kazunari singing it this morning.

— Kazunari?

— A boy who I’m counselling — Ohno looked at his son, taking advantage of the red light.

— Another of these addicted troublemakers you are always trying to recover?

— Judging without facts? This shouldn’t be the behavior of someone trying to join the police corporation, Satoshi.

The younger man lowered his eyes, embarrassed by his prejudice.

— Sorry, dad. You are right, I was tactless.

— And full of prejudice — the captain added, severely. — You are not so wrong, though. He is following a wrong path and I can’t allow him to get lost. Kazu-kun has several scars in and outside, what makes he have an arrogant poise and an incredible presumption. However, it’s obviously just a shell to hide his insecurities and his suffering — he sighed, before turning his attention back to the road.

As soon as the car started moving, he smiled tenderly, almost proudly.

— He is intelligent and talented… I know he will have a great future. I would like you to meet him, Satoshi. I’m sure you two will get along pretty well. I believe that, in a way, you are destined to make part of each other’s lives.

Satoshi looked at his boyfriend, proudly. Certainly, he was as anxious as himself. However, he took a deep breath and approached him, trying to seem calm.

— Are you feeling better?

— No — Nino took a sip of the water offered to him. — I’m not ready, Oh-chan. Maybe we should cancel it…

— Stop this nonsense! — Jun scolded him from the other side of the dressing room. — You are more than ready. There’s nothing to worry.

— You say this because you are used to it, but that’s my first performance, Jun.

— You are completely wrong if you think I don’t get nervous before a concert anymore — his friend retorted, more calmly. — Believe me, I feel as apprehensive and shaken as in my first time.

— Then, you know how I’m feeling.

— Of course, I know — the guitar player fixed his already perfectly combed hair in front of the mirror before walking to his friend and holding his hands. — I also know that it will pass as soon as you step on that stage and see the audience singing your songs.

— What if I mistake the lyrics? What if I forget the notes?

— None of this will happen. How many times have you rehearsed for this concertin the last year? You’re just feeling insecure, my love — Satoshi put a hand on his shoulder. — Everything is gonna be all right. Besides, you won’t be alone there. Jun and the other musicians will be with you as well.

— You will be there with me too, won’t you?

The cop smiled.

— In the first row, with Aiba-chan and Toma-kun.

— Toma? — Jun joined the conversation again, curious. — That friend of yours, the cop?

Nino looked at him, amused.

— Yes, that very cop you have seen in our house. The one of whom you couldn’t take your eyes off when he went to fetch Oh-chan for work.

— Well... he is really handsome.

— And he is free — Satoshi concluded, teasingly.

Jun sighed, pretending to be indifferent to that information and stood up, going towards the stand with the clothes they had previously prepared for the concert.

He chose a boot, tight leather pants and an open shirt, in order to let most of his chest exposed. Glancing at his image in the mirror one last time, he smiled, approving his outfit, even though it was a little too sexy for the simplicity of the acoustic concert Nino had idealized.

— I will go check on the band — he said. — You have twenty minutes to get ready, Nino.

— Wow! You look amazing, Jun! — Masaki said when he bumped into him at the door.

— And you are getting more gorgeous every day! — he blinked to his ex-boyfriend before leaving the dressing room.

— Are you ready? — the orthopedist asked Nino, as soon as he entered.

— Almost — he answered. — I just need to get dressed and go to the bathroom one more time…

— Just relax, Nino. Everything is gonna be all right — he gave him one of his astonishing smiles. — Oh! Sho-chan asked me to tell you that he is very proud of you and that he wanted to be here to watch it personally. He said that he will send you a message later — he informed, his cellphone still in his hand, showing that he had just talked to him.

— It’s a pity that he hasn’t managed to come — wailed Satoshi.

— Indeed. I was longing to see him... I miss my boyfriend so much! — Masaki complained in a sad tone.

— You two will meet again soon, Masaki. It’s only four months before he finishes his course and comes back for good.

— Yes! And when the time comes, I will never allow him to leave me again.

Satoshi and Nino smiled, quite aware of the feeling: the will to be together all the time as if they were one.

— Well... I’m gonna take my place. Ganbatte! — Masaki hugged the artist.

— Gambarimasu! — the musician answered, a little less apprehensive than a few minutes ago.

With the assistance of the greatest and only love of his life, he got dressed in a few minutes and, beside Jun, he entered the stage.

I have always enjoyed walking through the city at night, aimlessly. The neon lights calmed me and brought me the hope, even if faint, to recover the man who I once dreamed to become.

Therefore, when I stepped on that stage, anxious and happy, the first thing I noticed were the lights of the reflectors: scintillating and colorful. However, they didn’t just illuminate.

They also created shadows.

This time, however, they brought me neither angst nor despair when creating deformed and unrecognizable figures. The images it created were solid and defined bodies; were it the image of the fans I had conquered with my hard and honest work, were it the genuine smile of my best friends, or even in the shape of a great love.

Jun was right. As soon as I stepped on the stage, my apprehension turned into accomplishment; my insecurities, into pride.

Even having my eyes teary with emotions, I smiled thankfully at all the people there. However, I only got lost into one pair of eyes, staring at me in the front row, thrilled.

“Continue to love me
Even this heart, which ended so fragile
The two of us falling while admiring the light
I’m finally overlapping my body
With your shadow” *

Facing him, with gratitude, I realized I had arrived at the last verses of the last song of the concert.
The first of many that would follow.

* Kagefumi – The Gazette

The album “Division” that brings Kagefumi in one of his tracks was released in 2012. If we would follow the chronological time based in our current year, Satoshi’s memory is around 2009. However, let’s pretend it already existed on that time. It’s all fiction, right?

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Notes: Well Minna that’s the end *crying rivers*, that fic was really important to us. First of all because was our first complete chaptered fic posted here, second because that was already posted 2 or 3 years ago in Portuguese and bring that to you from every part of the world is very hard… We don’t know how that would be received by the readers, well we were really insecure mostly because our English (sorry if I did write something and you didn’t understand or my grammar errors) LOL.
Every chapter, every comment was SOOOOOO important to us and make us want to do more! You beloved reader was the most important for us, so if this fic was finished was everything because of you! From the bottom of our heart THANK YOU SO MUCH!

Thanks to br_arashi for translate this project to us, We don’t know if we would finished that story without your magic English ♥

Thanks everyone for all your support we wish everyone had fun reading, that meant a lot for us and because of you we will start our new project next week, plus I can say after TABOO vs Disco Star we already have more projects in mind, that was impossible without your support.

Thank you sooooooo much and I hope see you in the next project ♥

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>Title:
Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz )
Translator:

br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 1

The first evidences of the morning joyfully penetrated the crevices of the doors and windows in that end of November.

Matsumoto Jun opened his eyes and stretched his body lazy and slowly. He smiled, blessing the new day; after all, he had been waiting for it for seven months already.

He glanced with satisfaction at his clock over his bedside table. As expected, there was still five minutes before seven, when the alarm would sound. It wasn’t that he enjoyed waking up early. Actually, his usually inconstant mood worsened whenever he was forced to leave the comfort of his bed in the first hours of the morning. Nonetheless, that day he was anxious and more than willing to follow his meticulous schedule.

He closed his eyes once again, anticipating the events of that promising morning that he hoped it would be very special. Mentally, he reviewed every step of his planning, because he was decided to make everything perfect. He was so entertained that he almost startled when the alarm finally rang.

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With his eyes closed, Aiba Masaki rummaged over his bedside table with his long and slim fingers. He easily reached his cellphone, but even then, listened to the loud music for a few seconds before finally looking at the screen.

Seven o’clock.

“Just five minutes…” he thought lazily before he turned off the alarm and snuggled even more into the warmth of the blanket. It felt so good…

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Jun turned off the shower and let the water run down over his slim body before reaching for the fluffy white towel. As soon as his body was enough dry, he dressed a robe and placed himself in front of the mirror. He turned on the dryer and let the hot air dry his silky black hair.

Then, he opened his wardrobe and carefully chose the clothes he would wear that day. Something casual, but elegant.

When he was ready, he went to the kitchen and took a cup of the fuming coffee that was boiling in the coffee maker. After drinking it, he washed the cup, dried it and put it back on the cupboard. The old and expensive wall clock of the living room was showing seven o'clock and a half. He dressed his coat, adjusted the scarf around his neck and left the house with his car keys dangling on his fingers.

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It was almost seven o'clock and a half when Masaki opened his eyes again. Damn it! He had slept for too long and, in spite of the protests of his exhausted body, he had his rent to pay. Therefore, arriving once again late to work was not in his plans. He couldn’t risk having his already compromised salary reduced.

He washed his face in a rush and brushed his teeth. With the aid of a special product, he straightened his brown hair the best he could.

He opened his closet and dressed the first clothes he found: beaten jeans, a white shirt, a dark hooded coat and a leather jacket.
In the kitchen, he opened the fridge and drank an orange juice from the package itself, all that was left from the night before.
He checked his watch as soon as he closed the door. Forty past seven. If he ran, he would still be able to catch the ten to eight o'clock bus.

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“All right! Fifteen minutes for the next session!” Sakurai Sho announced, handing the camera to his assistant in order to have its battery replaced. Then, he approached the beautiful man who was impatiently adjusting his black hair with his hands. “You are too restless today, Jun. Something wrong?”

“Is this going to take long?” he asked him, instead of answering the question.

“As long as it takes. You know my reputation. I will not do a crappy job just because the owner of the campaign is feeling bored.

Not even if the said owner is extremely gorgeous and my favorite among all the others I have worked with,” answered the photographer, carefully fixing the collar of the striped shirt that Jun was wearing.

“I would be flattered if these compliments weren’t being said by my best friend,” Jun retorted with a friendly smile.

“Do you think I’m lying? In spite of your arrogance and your terrible temper, I really believe you are the best professional I know. Besides, you pay me well.”

Jun smiled.

“I wouldn’t be successful if I wasn’t so rigid. As for paying well… I only do so when the service is worth it. And you, Sho, are the best photographer of the industry nowadays.”

“I’m aware of that. Therefore, don’t worry about how long it will take. If you have another appointment, you may go ahead. I’ll take care of everything, as usual.”

“I still have a couple of hours. Shun’s flight will only arrive at four.”

“Shun… of course! Now I understand the reason for your restlessness. So, he is returning to Japan? How long has it been since he is gone?”

“Seven months.”

“Will we finally see Matsumoto Jun acting like a human again? Smiling around us as a fool?”

“What do you mean by ‘acting like a human’? Am I an alien, by any chance? Moreover, I don’t smile around you when he is here, but… I confess I missed him a lot while he was away.”

“Don’t you think it’s already time for you to be together?”

“Don’t you think it’s already past the fifteen minutes you have mentioned? I am not going to pay you for extra hours…”

Sho smiled, getting his message and calling his staff back to work.

Jun went back to his position, organizing the combinations of clothes from his brand that the models should wear. Every ten minutes, however, he checked his clock feeling the time passing slowly.

All of a sudden, he felt his cellphone vibrating on his pocket. He went to his office in order not to be bothered. Sliding his fingers over the screen of the device, he smiled when he heard the voice he knew so well.

“Jun! I thought you wouldn’t pick up… Are you too busy?” Shun’s voice crossed the space until it reached him, making him shiver with emotions.

“I’m never too busy for you. How are you?”

“I’m fine. I miss you! Will you be free in about an hour from now?”

“An hour?” Jun asked, confused. “I thought that your flight would only arrive here at four. I organized my entire schedule to fetch you at the airport…”

“Don’t worry about this. I’ve arrived yesterday night.”

“What? Why haven’t you told me?”

“I wanted to make a surprise.”

“And you did…” Jun commented, a bit disappointed.

“What about having lunch together in about an hour? I need to talk to you so much. I have so many things to tell you…”

“I also have something quite serious to tell you. I have been thinking a lot and I believe it’s time for us to make some decisions.”

“That's exactly why I need to see you. I want you to be the first person to know about my decision.”

“Decision?” Jun asked, hopefully. “I can barely wait. I see you in an hour, then… Where?”

“In our special restaurant, ok? Don’t be late!”

Jun waited for the other man to hang up the call and sighed. It wasn’t exactly like this he had planned to see Shun again after seven months of separation. He had departed to take a Doctoral course in Literature in the United States and, in the last time they had talked, three days before, he told him he would arrive around four o’clock in that afternoon. According to his plans, he would fetch him at the airport and invite his friend to dinner after he had rested from his trip. During the conversation, he would finally propose him.

The truth was that there was no formal commitment between them. However, even though they had never given a name to their relationship, they were always together and had shared the bed for almost two years. Since then, Jun didn't get involved with anyone else. Besides, he was already on his thirties and he was starting to feel lonely. Not that he needed anyone to be happy.

Actually, he believed he was probably much happier on his own. He wasn’t someone to be attached easily, but things were different with Shun. With him, Jun was able to consider a more serious relationship. He loved him, after all. He was a dear and indispensable friend; he was also very good in bed. Shun completed him more than anyone he had ever met.

Wasn’t it then the perfect time for them to make a commitment?

***********************

Masaki smiled satisfied after he had aligned the breads on the counter. The batch had just come out of the oven and the scent was spreading through the air, invitingly.

“Delicious! You have outdone yourself this time, Riida!”

“Thank you, Aiba-chan. Your compliment doesn’t count, though… You like everything,” his boss yelled from the kitchen.

“It’s true. I am honest, however, when I say that none of the breads and cakes sold around here can compare to yours, Ohno-kun.”

The older man just smiled, flattered, and turned his attention back to work.

Masaki inspected the store again, organizing the cookies packages and other groceries. While walking towards the back of the counter, he felt his cellphone vibrating on the pocket of his pants.

“Hi, Nino!”

“Aiba-chan! Why isn’t Satoshi answering his phone?”

Masaki glanced at the kitchen. The chef’s attention was focused on a food mixer that was shaking fervently.

“He is preparing a cake. You know he never uses his phone when he is working… Do you want me to send him a message?”

“No. Actually, I was looking for you. Our sax player woke up with a cold. As you know, we will be making a performance in the bar where you work tonight. Wouldn’t you like to fill in for him?"

“Tonight? Is it paid? I have to pay my rent.”

“I will pay, Aiba-chan. It isn’t much, but…”

“All right! You can count on me. Today is my night off, anyway. Send me an e-mail with the song list. Some clients are coming and I need to hang up.”

“Right, thank you. Tell Satoshi to call me when he is free.”

As soon as he hung up, Masaki gave his best smile to the group of schoolgirls who were entering the bakery.

“Welcome!”

*********************

Jun checked his looks in front of a gigantic mirror decorating the entrance of the restaurant.

He was informed that Shun had already arrived and was waiting for him. He sighed deeply before following the attendant. In spite of his confidence, he couldn’t deny his nervousness. He rehearsed a smile while approaching him, but it fade away in the moment he realized his friend wasn’t alone.

“Jun!” without ado, the beautiful writer stood up and threw himself in his arms, hugging him tightly.

“I’ve missed you so much!” exclaimed Jun, hugging him back.

“Me too! What is this?” asked Shun while squeezing his arms through the fabric of his suit. “Are you working out?”

“A little,” Jun admitted.

“You are as handsome as ever! Come on, I want to introduce you to someone!” Shun said, excitedly while making him turn towards his companion.

Jun faced the intruder. What was that woman doing there? She was pretty; he acknowledged this. She had dark hair, joyful eyes and she knew how to dress with elegance.

“This is Hara Mayumi, my fiancée.”

It was like a punch on his stomach. Jun felt the air leaving his lungs and his legs losing their strength. He rested against the backrest of his chair, feeling a bit dizzy. He was surely not prepared for something like that.

“How do you do?” he managed to ask, disguising his disappointment with a fake smile. “It’s nice to meet you. My name is Matsumoto Jun,” he introduced himself politely.

The woman smiled, greeting him back.

“Please, have a seat and make yourself comfortable. It’s nice to finally meet one of Shun's friends.”

“Isn’t she delightful? I first met her when I attended her lecture about Impressionism. Mayumi is an amazing artist.”

“You have your own brand, right?” she asked him. “Shun told me a lot about you. I must confess that, if he hadn’t sworn to me that you two are like brothers, I wouldn’t be able to handle my jealousy.”

“There is no reason for this. As you can see, I am not as important to him as you think…”

“Jun...”

“I just mean that if you considered me that important, you would have told me about Hara-san before,” Jun said, interrupting Shun with a fake smile. He didn’t want him to notice how disappointed he was. “I could have prepared a better welcoming event.”

Shun seemed relieved, making him feel even more pathetic. Has he never cherished whatever they had shared? Has he meant nothing to him but pure fun?”

Ridiculous.

His situation couldn’t be more ridiculous.

“Don’t worry about this, Matsumoto-san. We will have plenty of time to know each other better” the woman said, graciously.

“Yes, sure. Now, tell me, how did you two started dating?”

Although it was he to make the request, Jun barely paid attention to the couple’s blabbering, their voices sounding like an annoying and unnecessary noise. He wanted to leave that place as soon as possible. His pride was hurt, he was feeling betrayed. Shun could, at least, have had the decency of telling him he had met someone else.

They exchanged a few more frivolities before Jun managed to announce he had to get back to work. The couple seemed disappointed, but, fortunately, didn’t insist for him to stay. He paid the bill and left the restaurant without looking back. He didn’t want them to see the tears of frustration falling from his eyes.

*******************

Nino looked at Masaki, giving him the cue for his solo. The sax player took his instrument to his lips and, as expected, let all the audience delighted with his skill. He had started playing in childhood, but a condition on his lungs prevented him to turn his hobby in a career. Only occasionally, he gave himself the luxury of performing like that.

Nino was the boyfriend of his best friend and boss. He was the singer and the guitar player of a jazz band and, whenever he needed, he asked him to play with them. Masaki never refused, more so if there was money involved.

“Thank you for your attention! We will be back in half an hour,” said Nino, as soon as the song was over. Masaki saw him approaching a table where there was a handsome man who had arrived with him.

Considering what he could see from the stage, he hasn’t stopped drinking since the moment he had arrived. Apparently, he was having a very bad day.

“You are overreacting, J. Go easy with the wine.”

“I’m fine, Nino.”

“Are you sure? Don’t you want to get back home?”

“No,” Jun stated trying to stand up. He lost his balance, though, and ended up on Masaki’s arms.

“I’m fine…” he repeated, trying to recover himself.

“Aiba-chan, could you help me?” asked Nino, helping him to seat back his friend on his chair. “Jun is horrible with alcohol. When he starts, he can’t hold on. We need to take him home.”

“What happened to him?”

“Heartbreak. He isn't handling the rejection quite well.”

“I was not rejected!” yelled Jun, almost unconsciously. As soon as he raised his head, Masaki noticed his perfect face, his long eyelashes, his thick eyebrows and his plump lips.

“It’s all right, Jun. Everybody goes through something like this… It’s no big deal…”

“I… was not… rejected…” Jun repeated slowly as he approached the musician. Nino didn’t move away, facing him with his eyes full of emotion.

He had never seen his friend in such a bad state. Sho had told him that he was in a bad shape, but he had never guessed that he could be so devastated. He was aware of his feelings for Shun, but he didn't imagine that these feelings were so intense. He got closer to his friend and enveloped him in a comforting hug. He regretted it a few moments later, when he felt a cold liquid running down his chest.

“Oh, no, Jun-pon! I still have an act to perform!” he yelled hysterically. “What am I supposed to do now?”

“You still have some time. Nothing that a good soap and a new blouse can’t fix.”

“Satoshi!” he shouted, as soon as he heard the voice behind him. “What took you so long?”

“I had an important appointment with a new supplier. I told you I would be late,” he pecked his boyfriend’s lips. “Come on. Let’s fix this situation,” he said, pushing Nino towards the bathroom. The musician, however, halted, turning towards his friends.

“Aiba-chan, could you take Jun home for me?” he asked, scribbling the address in a napkin that he got from the barman. Then, he searched through his drunk friend’s pockets and found a silver key holder. “His car is on the parking lot.”

“What about the performance?”

“Don’t worry; I’m still paying what we have agreed before.”

Masaki nodded, helpfully. With the assistance of Nino and Satoshi, he guided Matsumoto to his car with difficulty. Before turning on the car, he read the address once again. It wasn’t that far away from there. Maybe he could manage to return for the final performance.

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Masaki whistled when he stopped in front of a luxurious building twenty minutes later. The janitor helped him taking Jun to his apartment.

He was reeking of alcohol, after having spilled the rest of the wine on his own clothes before leaving the bar. Therefore, Masaki decided to help him taking a bath before going back to work.

“Who are you?” Jun asked him in a flash of lucidity, holding the briefs that the other man was trying to take from his body.

“I am Nino’s friend. Don’t worry, Matsumoto-san. I won't attack you, but I need you to help me, ok? You need to clean yourself up,” he informed him, pushing him towards the shower.

After a few minutes, Jun finally relaxed, throwing himself on his arms. With no way out, Masaki ended up supporting him against his body, enveloping him in a protective hug.

He let the water fall over Jun’s body while the man hugged him tightly, embracing his neck with his heavy and warm breath next to his ear.

“Shun...”

Masaki was about to tell him he wasn’t Shun, but when he opened his mouth, he felt the man’s lips covering his.

Caught by surprise, Masaki put no resistance in a first moment, his body feeling the first reactions of having a naked man at his mercy. However, what kind of person would he be if he took advantage of such situation?

Slowly, he freed himself from the kiss and the hug. Nonetheless, as soon as Jun felt the loss of contact, he searched for shelter on his body, enlacing him by the neck.

“Don’t leave me, Shun…” Jun asked him, falling into a painful weeping.

Masaki only supported him, allowing the man to get closer to him as if searching for protection. When finally his tears ceased, he turned off the shower and took Jun to bed. He dried his body as well as he managed, his well-defined body already sleeping when he covered it with the black silk pajamas that he found folded in the first part of the wardrobe.

He took off the water excess from the black hair and positioned his head over the pillow.

Then, he took off his own wet clothes and got dressed with one of Jun’s t-shirt and black briefs. He cleaned the mess and put their clothes to wash. Tired, he threw himself on the sofa, planning to rest for a bit while waiting for their clothes to dry.

It was morning when he opened his eyes again. The smell of coffee was overpowering.

“Good morning,” said a sober voice behind him.

He turned around, finding Jun at the table, peacefully enjoying a cup of coffee. He didn’t look at all like the drunk and disoriented man from the night before.

“Good morning,” he answered, sitting up lazily.

“You snore, you know?”

“I’m sorry… Did I wake you up?”

“No,” was the dry answer. “About last night… thanks for the help.”

“Are you all right?”

“Yes,” Jun answered simply, standing up and dressing the coat positioned on the chair beside him. “I am leaving for work, but you can make yourself comfortable. Your clothes are already dry in my room and I believe you may find something to eat on the fridge… You can hand the key to the doorman when you leave.”

“Will you leave me here alone?” Masaki asked him, surprised. “What if I was a thief?”

For the first time, he saw his host’s smile.

“If you were, you would have taken advantage of the moment I was defenseless. Besides, you are Nino’s friend. He wouldn’t confide me to someone he didn’t trust.”

“Nino!” Masaki yelled, remembering his commitment. “I didn't go back to the bar…”

“I’m sorry. He must have found a way, nonetheless. Well… thank you. I… I didn’t mean to be such a burden,” Jun said, while offering him his hand.

Masaki stood up to accept the hand and, with his movement, the blanket that was covering his body slipped to the floor, revealing his slim and naked legs. He squeezed the man’s hand and smiled at him.

They stared at each other for the first time.

“Jun?” asked a third voice.

They both looked towards the door where a tall man was looking at them with curiosity.

“What are you doing here, Shun?” Jun asked the newcomer, in disbelief, remembering he should do something about the copy of the key to his apartment. It made no sense for the man to keep it, after all.

“We have agreed to eat breakfast together. Have you forgotten?”

Masaki retracted his hand, trying to avoid a misunderstanding. Jun, however, pulled it back, entangling the slim fingers with his own.

“Oh, right…” he said, with pretended indifference. “I am ready to leave. Before we go, however, I would like to introduce you to… to my boyfriend.”

Next >

Notes: Hello minna! As promised here we are starting a new project… We said that before, but this story was already posted in Portuguese 2 or 3 years ago and thanks to br_arashi we will post here in English.

That is part as apologize to Jun and the readers who was cheering for him in Kagefumi, poor baby we suffered as well but Sakuraiba owned us…

This is a short serie if you compare with Kagefumi and will be a romanic one, really easy going… After a lot of angst we thought you would like something like that xD

So we really hope you could enjoy this new project and follow us till the end ♥

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz )
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 2

Masaki felt Jun’s hand shaking slightly against his. Glancing at him, he noticed his undefined expression: proud, but hesitating, as if that was a defining moment. Even unable to understand the man’s lie, he was the first to recover. Letting go of Jun’s hand, he offered his to the newcomer.

“Hi! I'm Aiba Masaki” he smiled friendly at him.

Although the greeting was directed to Shun, Jun realized that he had ignored the man's name until then.

“I'm Oguri Shun. It is nice to meet you” he said, after an obvious inspection.

“The pleasure is mine. I…”

“Masaki” Jun interrupted him, calling his name for the first time. “Why don’t you go get dressed first?”

Only then, the sax player noticed he was wearing nothing but a t-shirt and a boxer.

“Oh! I’m sorry for this” he asked, embarrassed, while running towards the bedroom. He only noticed that Jun was following him when he closed the door behind them.

“I’m sorry for putting you into this mess…” he whispered softly.

“No problem, Matsumoto” Masaki answered while taking Jun’s t-shirt off to dress his own.

For a few seconds, Jun admired the slim but defined body. His gaze paused on a caramel colored birthmark on the man’s shoulder. Beautiful.

“Is he the guy that Nino said he had broken your heart? The person who rejected you yesterday?”

“I wasn’t rejected!” Jun argued in a muffled voice, resuming their talk. “I just found out he is getting married to someone else.”

Masaki stopped zippering up his pants half way and faced him with compassionate eyes.

“I’m so sorry…”

“It’s all right. Nothing that I can’t overcome, Aiba-san.”

“Overcome? You will give up without a fight?”

“It’s not a matter of fighting or not. He has already taken his decision and…”

“And you would rather run away like a coward, pretending to have someone else?”

Jun lowered his head, ashamed.

“I’m sorry about this. I shouldn’t have involved you in my problems.”

“I’m not complaining, Matsumoto.”

“Nevertheless, we barely know each other; I shouldn’t have used you like this. Please, forgive me.”

“It’s all right,” reaffirmed Masaki with a comforting smile. “If this lie helped you in any way, I don’t mind being used. I just can’t understand why you are not fighting for him…”

“That’s not of your business!” Jun raised his tone.

“You’re right. I’m just a stranger to you. I have no right to tell you what to do. You’d better go back to the living room, Matsumoto, unless you want Oguri to suspect of your little lie…”

“I owe you one, Aiba-san” Jun said, softening his tone, already regretting his rudeness.

“Don't mention it” Masaki answered with a sincere smile.

When Jun got back to his living room, Shun was sat at the table, taking a sip of coffee on the mug he had previously used.

“Did I interrupt anything?” Shun asked as soon as he saw him. “I had no idea you were seeing someone.”

“Neither did I know you were getting married.”

“I’m sorry for this, Jun. I should have warned you…” Shun stood up, walking towards him until they were so close that they could feel the heat on each other’s breath. “But everything happened so fast and…”

“Don’t worry, Shun” Jun shivered when he felt the man’s hands resting over his shoulders, an intense desire to throw himself in his arms taking over him. “We never actually made a commitment, right? You don’t owe me any explanation.”

Oguri sighed in relief.

“For a moment, I thought that you… your reaction at the restaurant… I thought I had hurt you.”

“You thought wrong!” Jun cut him, moving away from Shun’s arms, his heart wrecked.

“I’m aware of this now. As you mentioned, we don’t owe each other any explanation. However, I never thought you would find someone while I was away. Aiba-san shall be very important to you.”

“Right now, he is the most important person in my life” Jun answered with honesty. If it wasn’t for the providential presence of Masaki at the moment Shun entered the apartment, he would probably have kneeled at his feet, pathetically begging him to give him another chance.

Shun smiled. Was it just a feeling or Jun had noticed a sparkle of sadness in his act?

“I can see that. You two look great together.”

“You really think so?” Jun asked in disbelief. He was disappointed to realize that the man he believed to know everything about him didn’t really understand him that much. How hadn't he even recognized a lie?

“Of course! You introduced him as your boyfriend. I thought you wasn’t fond of commitments… Besides, you allowed him to turn your impeccable living room into a real mess.”

Jun looked around, trying to follow his train of thought. Only then, he noticed the blanket with which he had covered Masaki in the middle of the night thrown over his expensive and sophisticated white couch. He had always been very methodical regarding his things, getting to the point of getting annoyed with any kind of mess.

“Also, he is using your favorite t-shirt” Shun concluded.

“My what?”

“That t-shirt of the Giants that I gave to you on your last birthday. If you weren’t lying to me, you told me it was your favorite.”

He suddenly remembered what Masaki was wearing when he found him sleeping on his couch. Still a bit disoriented by the alcohol, it took him a while to understand who was that stranger snoring on his living room, until he remembered it was the sax player of Nino’s band.

Grateful and still hurt by the happenings of the day, he didn’t even noticed he was wearing the t-shirt that Shun had given him and that it was truly one of his favorites.

“His clothes got wet when he helped me in bath. Besides, he put it on when I was already sleeping and…” he stopped talking when he remembered that he didn't owe that man anything.

“Are you really going to share with me your intimate details?”

Jun bit his lower lip, realizing how dubious his words had sounded. He blushed when he thought about things on Shun’s perspective as soon as he entered the apartment and saw him holding hands with a half-naked Masaki while staring at him attentively.

“It’s not what you think. We just…” he once again shut his mouth, not wanting to say more than he should. For all he cared, Shun could understand things in any way he liked.

“It’s all right, Jun. It isn’t the first time you are caught in an intimate situation. Do you remember that time when Sho almost caught us…?”

“That’s different!” he cut, with sadness. That time, he was really about to give in to a second round of sex, if it wasn’t for Sho barging into his bedroom without a notice. At that time, he was still sharing an apartment with his friend.

“Don’t be silly, Jun. I know quite well how intense you are. A bit slow in the mornings, but… This Aiba must have really got under your skin! Taking by the dark circles around your eyes, you didn’t sleep much last night…”

‘I was suffering because of you, you moron!’ he thought, annoyed. Even at that moment, he was having to deal with a massive hangover.

“I’m sorry for interrupting you.”

“You didn’t interrupt anything. I was about to leave to meet you before work” Jun lied. He didn’t remember to have scheduled any breakfast with him at all. Actually, apart from the information that he was about to get married, Jun hadn’t paid any attention to anything that the lovey-dovey couple had said in the restaurant. “We were just saying goodbye.”

“It didn’t seem like a goodbye to me. By the way you were looking at him, you seem about to be starting something, instead of ending…”

The way that he said it made him more distressed than joyful. Sure, Jun wanted Shun to believe in his relationship with Aiba, but wasn’t he at least a tad bit jealous? Wasn’t he even a little hurt with him for allegedly finding someone else in his absence?

“Shun…”

“Excuse me” Masaki asked, meddling into their conversation. “I’m leaving to work, Jun-chan…”

“Wouldn’t you like to join us for breakfast?” Shun offered in a polite tone. “Or, if you prefer, Jun and I can reschedule this meeting and you two can have some privacy…”

“I appreciate the invitation, but I really can’t” Masaki answered with a smile. “I’m running late for work. Besides, I wouldn’t like to get between the two of you. You two have a lot to catch up.”

“You won’t be getting between us. And you have to eat anyway, right?” Jun begged him with his eyes, trying to make him understand he didn’t want to be left alone with Shun.

“Did you forget I work in a bakery, baby?” Masaki asked him teasingly, approaching him with a slow and dangerous walk as a tiger walking on a savanna.

Jun showed no reaction when the taller man's lips touched his own for a few seconds.

“I will call you later, ok?” Masaki concluded with an amused smile, as if enjoying the situation to the fullest.

Jun, once again, showed no reaction when he felt one of his fake boyfriend’s hands touching his butt in a soft slap.

“Do you want us to leave you somewhere?” Shun asked, recovering before Jun from the unusual scene. Since when did he let people touch him with such freedom and in public? No matter how intimate they been, he had never dared to touch Jun in such a way in front of other people.

“Thanks. But the station is close by.”

“Are you sure?”

Masaki nodded his confirmation.

“Have fun! It was really nice to meet you, Oguri-san” he said, before turning his back on them and walking towards the elevator.

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“You have invited Shun and his fiancée to have dinner in your apartment?” Sho yelled, his wrathful eyes staring at Jun behind the office desk.

“How could I refuse?” Jun tried to defend himself, while nervously sketching a costume with his colored pencils. “He practically invited himself. He said that he talked so much about my famous pasta to Hara-san that she just had to taste it…”

“You are an idiot.”

“What was I supposed to do?”

“What about confessing your true feelings for starters?” the photographer asked him without hesitating. “Since when have you started being such a coward, Jun? I have never seen you giving up in face of any obstacle in your business...”

“It’s different, Sho. This is not about being a coward… it has to do with proud, self-esteem and dignity. Do you really think I’m going to expose myself to such humiliation?”

“You love him, right?” Sho asked, holding his friend’s chin and forcing him to face him. “There is no humiliation when you are fighting for your love…”

“Fight… You say it as if it’s such a simple thing…” he said, slapping Sho’s hand away from his face. “Have you any idea of how I felt when Shun told me he was getting married? The way my insides wriggled when I saw that girl’s happy eyes and her captivating smile?”

“It’s called envy, Jun. You wanted to be on her place.”

Jun looked at Sho with hurt. He hated when his friend was relentless with his words. Especially when he was right.

“Maybe…” he admitted. “That is why it’s so hard! It was a very painful blow. I wasn’t able to recover completely yet. It’s true that we had an open relationship; we have never demanded anything from each other. I have always believed that a commitment wasn’t necessary, that we could keep our relationship like this forever, but…”

“You started to wish for more.”

“Yes. He never thought this way, nonetheless. I wonder if he has ever considered me one day. As much as I try to do otherwise, all I can think is that I was just a distraction… Therefore, please, don’t tell me that it’s easy to fight against what I am feeling now. If things were as easy as you and Aiba think it is, believe me, I would steal Shun from the altar.”

“You don’t need to be so radical, Jun. You can do so before he gets there. You just need to be honest about what you are feeling.”

“You didn’t listen to a single thing from what I said, did you? Shun has never loved me!”

“Have you ever considered that he might think the same thing about you?”

“What do you mean?” Jun asked him, in confusion.

“Have you ever told him that you love him?”

Jun looked at his friend, astonished. They really had never said anything of the sort. They were affectionate whenever they made love, they verbalized the pleasure of being together, but they had never said any word that could refer to a commitment.

“You always had this lonely aura around you, Jun. It’s rare for you to let anyone invade your perfectly organized space. You have always acted as if you were quite happy alone.”

“That’s not true! I…”

“Apart from Nino, Satoshi and I, how many friends do you have?”

“Shun is my friend too!”

“That’s the point! Your friend. Have you ever, at any moment, made him believe that you wanted him to become something more than this?”

Never.

Jun sighed, swallowing hard. Sho was right. He had never said anything to show him how important he was, how much he loved and wanted him in his life. On the other hand, why Shun hadn't taken the initiative as well?

“It doesn’t matter anymore, Sho-kun. He is getting married to someone else and I can’t do nothing to prevent it.”

“Are you really willing to carry on with this stupid idea? Can’t you see that you are giving up on your happiness?”

“I will keep my pride, however.”

Sho’s laughter echoed around his office, increasing as he considered the words that his friend had just said.

“Pride? Sure, you were really proud when you pretended to date someone you don’t even know!”

“You know how to be quite cruel when you want it, don't you?” Jun asked his friend, with a pout. “I couldn’t let Shun to see me down.”

“Then, you preferred to make him believe that you are totally in love with this Aiba guy?”

“The worst is that he wants to introduce him to his fiancée in the said dinner.”

“And what are you going to do about it?”

“What can I do? I will tell them that Aiba-san has a professional issue and is unable to go…”

“And then? How many excuses will you use when your alleged boyfriend doesn’t show up in future events?” Sho insisted, feeling a guilty pleasure for teasing his friend.

Jun sighed in defeat. The photographer was right. For how long would he be able to keep that lie?

“I don’t know… I have no idea of what to do, Sho.”

“You have two options.”

Jun stared at him, with hope sparkling in his eyes.

“Either you tell the truth to Oguri or... you make the lie come true.”

“What are you saying?”

“You are the businessman here, Jun. Figure it out.”

The stylist looked at Sho for a few of minutes, trying to understand his friend's thoughts. When he finally grasped it, he almost smiled, encouraged.

“How can I find him?”

“That’s easy. He is in Nino’s band, right?”

Jun nodded, grabbing his cellphone.

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“Ohno-kun told me you fancy Chinese food” Jun said, pointing at the chair in front of him, as soon as Aiba arrived at the restaurant in which they had scheduled to meet.

“It's my favorite” Masaki smiled, accepting the menu offered by Jun. “How have you been?”

“Fine, thank you. I apologize for not getting in touch with you before. I have been quite busy lately, working in a new collection.

However, I didn’t forget that I owed you at least a lunch in gratitude for having saved my ass that time.”

“You owe me nothing, Matsumoto. But I'm really glad for the invitation.”

They made the order and chatted about frivolities while waiting the dishes to arrive. Masaki was lively and made him feel at easy. It felt as if they had known each other for ages.

While his companion was starting to eat his mabo tofu, Jun noticed his serene expression, his perfect features. He was gorgeous and captivating, the kind that probably had many people gathering around. Most certainly, he had someone.

“Aren’t you going to eat?” Masaki asked suddenly, bring Jun from his daydreams.

“Oh, of course. I got lost in my thoughts for a moment, sorry.”

“Thinking about that Oguri guy? Have you two talked things through?” Masaki asked unceremoniously.

“He is still planning to marry someone else,” Jun answered, his expression becoming serious all of a sudden.

“Won’t you do anything about it?”

“It’s not as easy as you think. Besides, he believes we are dating.”

Masaki smiled, skeptical.

“You are still keeping that lie?”

“I am” he admitted, embarrassed. “I know it sounds crazy, but I really need your help again.”

The sax player stopped eating, seeming to gain a sudden interest in the conversation.

“Are you free tomorrow night?”

“Matsumoto-san, I know this is not of my business, but for how long are you planning to keep this lie? Wouldn’t it be far simpler to just confess your feelings to him?”

“Have you and Sho been talking to each other?” Jun asked with annoyance. Maybe he should introduced him to his best friend. They would surely make a great couple.

“I have no idea of who this Sho is, but he seems to give some wise advices.”

“You will never understand…”

Masaki sighed, with resignation
.
“You are right, Matsumoto-san. Maybe I will never come to understand, but who am I to judge you? However, unfortunately, I will not be able to help you this time. I work in the bar tomorrow.”

“Can’t you skip one day?”

“And lose a day of my payment? I have bills to settle in the end of the month.”

“I can pay you for a day. All you need to do is tell me how much.”

Masaki looked at him with a mix of curiosity and interest.

“I receive monthly, so I would have to calculate for a day. It is not that simple, though. The salary is not a big deal, but I can’t afford to lose the tips.”

“I can pay you a month salary plus the tips.”

Masaki smiled, considering the offer for a moment. Jun should be really desperate to make him such a proposal. How important it was for him not to allow Oguri to know about his feelings?

“Are you willing to hire me?”

“I wasn’t thinking that way, but if you put things this way… I need a boyfriend and, for what I see, you need money. How about we join our needs?”

The man licked his lips, seeming to consider the idea.

“So… would you like to work for me? As my rental boyfriend?”

“You will really pay me the same amount I receive in the bar plus the tips?”

“As much as you want.”

“Have I already told you how beautiful you are today, Jun-chan?”

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
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CHAPTER 3

“Are you sure that we need to do this?” Jun asked handing a paper to Masaki. He was analyzing with interest the clothes exposed in a mannequin on the stylist’s office.

“Absolutely!” he answered, leaving the mannequin behind and taking a seat in front of Jun. “Since we are talking business, a contract is important to assure both parts' interests. I cannot afford being fooled.”

“For your knowledge, I am very righteous with my accounts! I would never fail to comply with my word” Jun raised his voice, offended with the comment.

“I believe you. Even so, I would rather put things between us in a clear and straight way” Masaki declared before starting to read the handwritten document. “I, Matsumoto Jun, the contractor, guarantee Aiba Masaki that I will pay the previously agreed amount for the period of one day service…”

Masaki took the pen from Jun's hand and scratched something on the paper.

“What are you doing? Is there something wrong?” asked Jun, taking off the document from the other man’s hands.

Surprised, he noticed that Masaki had changed the period from one day to three weeks.

“I may be in need of money, Matsumoto, but I’m not an opportunist. You are paying me a month salary. In return, I am giving you three weeks of service. I believe that, considering the unusual type of the situation, it is a fair price” he explained, taking the paper back from his contractor’s hands and including further information.

Around ten minutes later, he handed the document back to Jun, already signed. The stylist started reading it aloud, curious.

It is the responsibility of the contracted, within the assigned period, to fulfill the contractor’s requests whenever prompted, provided that it doesn’t interfere with the schedule of his other jobs.

“I work from Monday to Saturday, from eight in the morning to four in the afternoon at Satoshi’s bakery. On Mondays, Wednesdays and Saturdays, I work as a barman at Firefly, the bar where we met. If you need to schedule any event at night, please do it on Tuesdays, Thursdays or Fridays — unless I can arrive at the venue after midnight, when I leave my job. If you need my services on Sundays or at lunchtime, I am usually free.”

“Please, send me these free hours by e-mail” asked Jun before turning his attention back to the contract.

This contract is effective for three weeks and it is subject to a deadline extension by means of a salary correction to be discussed between the parts.

“This is a good idea, in case I need more time” Jun agreed, wondering why he hadn’t inserted that clause himself.

The agreed amount shall be paid in the following installments: 50% in the moment of the signing and the remaining 50% at the contract expiration.

“I know we haven’t discussed it” Masaki said, feeling a bit ashamed. “However, would you mind giving me an advance payment?”

“No problem.”

Even in case of the contractor’s waiver, the agreed amount shall be paid fully.”

“In case you change your mind and decide to confess the truth to Oguri.”

“This will never happen! I agree to pay as promised, nonetheless, in case our agreement doesn’t work” Jun clarified, taking into consideration the fact that he didn’t know what kind of person he was dealing with.

He turned his eyes back to the document.

All the dating expenses will be exclusively under the contractor’s responsibility.

All kinds of physical interaction are classified as ‘additional services’ and they will be settled aside, at the expiry of the contract.

“Additional services? What do you mean by that?”

“Keep reading, Matsumoto. Everything is detailed below.”

Jun sighed before reading the list. He was suddenly afraid of what he was about to find. Luckily, he decided not to read it aloud, otherwise he might have choked with embarrassment.

He adjusted his body on the chair, bothered, his face becoming flushed as he was reading the rest of the agreement.
Additional services — classified by its level of intimacy and embarrassment.

LEVEL A – Light physical contacts like hugs, caresses, holding hands, friendly kisses and public displays of love, including fluffy nicknames: they are considered unlimited bonus, already part of the agreement.
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LEVEL B – Medium physical contacts like pecks on the lips, ear bites, lap sitting and such: they are also included in the combo, but with moderate use.

“Why would you believe we will need to exchange ear bites?” asked him Jun, distraught, his face as red as a tomato.

“Only in an absolutely necessary occasion” Masaki answered him calmly. “In case we need to make a more convincing performance.”

Jun smiled with scorn. What was that man thinking? As if he would actually give in to such romantic displays in public…

LEVEL C – Intimate contacts: ONLY IN EMERGENCIES. Kisses in the mouth: 1,000 yen. With the use of tongue: 1,200 yen.

“What? 1,200 yen for a kiss?”

“I have to guarantee my physical integrity. I have no idea of what kind of pervert you are.”

“I am not a maniac, Aiba-san! Besides, this kind of contact will not happen. Even because I am not the one who fancies a public display of affection. That kiss in front of Shun… was it really necessary?”

“He believed in your lie, didn’t he? Besides, you were the one who kissed me first. You may not remember that you attacked me under the shower, but the kiss you gave me was not by far as innocent as my peck in your lips…”

Jun opened his mouth to answer, but he gave up. He really had the feeling of having kissed someone that night, but, according to his memories, it had been Shun. Of course that, due to the circumstances of the day, he decided that it had been nothing more than a dream.

“I don’t know what you are talking about. If I did something, it was alcohol induced.”

“This is precisely why we need a contract. If you can do such thing when you are drunk, I wonder what you are able to do when you are sober…”

“I have told you that you don’t need to worry about this. I won’t touch you.”

“I hope so, Matsumoto. Anyway, will you accept it or not? These are my final conditions.”

“This contract only brings advantages to you…” Jun declared, a bit unwillingly. However, he signed without hesitation below Masaki’s name. The last condition imposed by him was something that also pleased him:

None of the parts is allowed to fall in the love with the other.

That was just a professional relation with no affective bond whatsoever. If it were up to him, he would avoid, for the rest of his life, that thing called love that was making him suffer so badly.

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“Please, Jun, don’t make such a desolate face. Follow Aiba-kun’s example and give me your best smile.”

Jun forced a fake smile, still unable to believe that he had accepted to take part in that ridiculous idea of his friend. He knew he should have never asked Aiba to meet him at Sho’s studio. As soon as his friend saw him, he was delighted:

“You are gorgeous!” Sho said shamelessly as soon as they were introduced. “Have you never considered being a model? You seem so photogenic… May I?” he asked, pointing his camera at Masaki and shooting before waiting for the man’s agreement. “As I thought… You were born to be photographed, Aiba-kun."

“Do you think so?” Masaki asked with interest, while admiring the picture Sho had just taken.

“I am sure! Oh! I had an excellent idea!” Sho shouted out of a sudden. “Wouldn’t it be interesting if Shun and his fiancée found a frame strategically positioned on your coffee table with a picture of you and Aiba seeming madly in love, Jun?”

“Eh? We don’t need to go that far…”

“Come on, get closer to each other!” Sho ignored him, starting to shoot. “Please, Jun, don’t make such a desolate face,” he said impatiently. “Follow Aiba-kun’s example and give me your best smile.”

“Come on, Jun… It won’t hurt to give us a smile, right?” Masaki intervened. “Thinking about it now, it will be my first time seeing a smile in my boyfriend’s face. Please?”

Jun stared at the pleading eyes and, at that very moment, he realized that, if he wasn’t careful, he could easily get himself lost in them. In spite of the insane situation, he mirrored his boyfriend and gave him his best smile, remembering his modeling days. It was just a fake pose after all and, the sooner he let Sho satisfied, the less embarrassed he would have to feel.

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In the following day, Masaki showed up in his house at the scheduled time, two hours before the guests arrived.
“Am I presentable?” he asked him, following the host to the kitchen.

Jun looked at him from top to bottom with an analytic expression.

“Half of your outfit is made of very used brand items and the other half of retails available to C class,” he said with honesty.

“Nonetheless, you have an amazing fashion sense and you are amazing in jeans. You look just astonishing, Aiba-san.”

His rental boyfriend smiled with relief.

“Really? Phew! For a moment, I felt a bit unsure, not knowing if I was fit to be a stylist's boyfriend. Thank you, Jun-chan! It’s the first time you make me a compliment, you know?”

“Don’t get too used to it. Did you memorize the profile I have sent you?” Jun changed the topic.

“Of course! Matsumoto Jun, born in August 30, 1983. Graduated in Fashion at the Bunka Fashion College, located in Tokyo and considered the third better fashion school in the whole world. You worked as a model from 16 to 24 years old and, when you were 25, you created your own brand, the W/ME. Your favorite colors are…”

“Ok, Aiba-san. It seems that you studied it well. Now, the information you sent me about you are too concise, don’t you think? Just your name and your birth date…”

“What else do you need? You already know that I work in two jobs and that my favorite food is Chinese… It seems enough to me.”

“What about your family? Why are you so in need of money? Where do you live? Do you have no goal in life?"

“I don’t know why you need to know these useless things about me, but I let you take me home later if you insist in getting to know my address. And, please, stop using 'san' to address me. We are lovers, right? In order to be convincing we need to show them we are intimate.”

“You are right, Masaki-chan” Jun said, testing the sound of the honorific. He liked it; it matched the joyful spirit of his boyfriend.

“Well, now that we know enough about each other, do you need any help?”

“You know how to cook?”

“I know my way around the kitchen, once I’ve been living alone since I was seventeen. However, I don’t know how to make fancy dishes as the one you seem to be preparing” Masaki assumed for the amount of ingredients aligned over the counter.

“It’s nothing fancy. I like cooking and testing new recipes. Nothing too problematic, though. My schedule is too hectic for me to lose my precious time in the kitchen. I’ll just make a Caprese Salad and a Seafood Fettucine, Shun’s favorite…”

“It still hurts a lot, doesn’t it?” Masaki asked when Jun suddenly stopped talking, his eyes lost as if remembering something.

“Can we just not talk about this?”

“As you wish, Jun-chan” Masaki said, in support, even though he still couldn’t understand how could the stylist be taking that situation to the end. Was he some kind of masochist?

“Thank you. Well, could you please clean the shrimps for me?”

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“So?” Jun asked anxiously while he watched his boyfriend enjoying the main dish.

“Why don’t you say for yourself?” Masaki replied, unceremoniously placing a bit of the pasta inside his mouth with the fork he had just used.

Caught by surprise, Jun tasted the meal without the courage to face his guest. What Shun would think of those moments of public romantic expressions? He should talk to Masaki later so they could avoid exaggerations.

“It’s perfect! Just as expected from you, Jun” Shun anticipated with an honest smile.

“Thank you, Shun. I didn't make it all alone, though. Masaki helped me a lot.”

“Congratulations to you both. Everything is delicious” Mayumi confirmed. “Shun had told me that you were a huge fan of Italian food, Matsumoto-san, but I confess that I wasn’t expecting you to be almost a professional.”

“You are being too kind, Hara-san. I just like cooking.”

“Well, I am horrible at the kitchen” she said. “Apart from a few trivial dishes, I can’t do much else.”

“Your ramen is delicious, honey” Shun said, holding his fiancée’s hand and taking to his lips.

Masaki noticed when Jun looked away from the scene, gulping in one sip the glass of wine he took from his front.
“The wine you brought is wonderful, Oguri-san” he said, trying to break the ice.

“It’s Jun’s favorite” Shun said in response. “By the way, he told me you are a barman…”

“Yes. I work as a barman thrice a week at the Firefly.”

“It seems to be an entertaining job. You must get to know all kind of people.”

“Yes. That’s where I’ve met Jun” he tenderly held his boyfriend’s hand over the table.

“You weren’t at service that night, however” Jun said, turning to him. “You were playing sax on Nino’s band. I’ve never heard such a beautiful sound…”

Masaki stared at him with surprise. He suddenly felt his heart warming up. Even though he was suffering from a major heartbreak, Jun had noticed him?

“You are very skillful, baby. Which reminds me that I want to watch you performing once again.”

“If you allow me to say” Mayumi interrupted them with a smile, “you two make a perfect couple. Isn’t it, Shun?”

“Huh?” Shun asked her in confusion, as if he had been pulled back of a trance.

“I can be honest, right?” she proceeded. “When Shun told me he had scheduled this dinner, I was a bit apprehensive. I am a bit possessive and considering the way he talks about Matsumoto-san… I know he had been involved with men before and I confess that I believed that you two could be more than friends.”

“I told you this was nonsense, dear. As I said, Jun and I had a quick involvement in the past, but we have been great friends for a long time now. Isn’t it, Jun?”

“Very quick…” the stylist repeated. Only for two years, he thought with irony and hurt. “Don’t worry, Hara-san. What Shun and I had meant nothing. I… I will bring the dessert.”

He stood up fast before they managed to see his teary eyes. Blinking successively in order to control the damn tears, he opened the freezer to get the ice cream that would be served with the petit gateau. He didn't managed to do so, though. Feeling his legs faltering, he leaned on the fridge for support.

“Jun…”

“Could you bring me the dessert dishes from that cupboard?” he asked with a fake smile, pretending to be fine. He took the ice cream from the freezer and opened the lid.

“Jun…”

“Don’t say a word, Masaki…”

Masaki handed him the dishes, respecting his request to remain silent. However, when he noticed the shaking hands making an awkward ball of ice cream, he was unable to hold his worry anymore. Positioning himself behind his boyfriend, he enveloped his waist.

Maybe because the heat of the body behind him was cozy, maybe because he just needed a friendly shoulder, Jun turned around in the man’s arms, accepting his protective embrace.

Just a minute.

All he needed was to stay quiet like that for one minute…

Nonetheless, he didn’t remain static for too long, because soon he felt his own mouth following the rhythm of Masaki’s lips; their tongues caressing each other slow and sensually in a tender kiss. He closed his eyes, allowing his tears to come and, for a moment, he forgot that there were two other people in the house.

When the kiss ended, he saw Masaki smiling.

“I think Oguri will not want the dessert.”

Jun looked at the kitchen’s door.

“He saw us?” he asked him, annoyed. Then, this was the reason why Masaki had kissed him so suddenly? For a minute, he had believed that… Why was he feeling so frustrated after all?

“Don’t worry” his fake boyfriend whispered at his ear after a nod. “This kiss I will not charge.”

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

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Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

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CHAPTER 6

The soft lighting on the stage reflected on the blue guitar while the small fingers were moving precisely on the silver chords. The movement, allied to the characteristic rhythm of the guitar player’s body and to the harmonic sound of the instrument produced a sensual effect, almost erotic.

The audience, with the exception of one person, were watching in a daze the final solo that was being executed with perfection. As soon as the musician pulled his guitar pick from the chords, silencing the instrument, the band realized, by the expressions of the crowd, that the concert had fulfilled its goal – it had touched people’s heart.

“Thank you so much for hearing us. We are Niji and we will be back in thirty minutes” announced the guitar player and leader of the band, leaving the stage and walking towards the nearest table.

“Perfect as always, Nino” Ohno exclaimed as soon as his boyfriend joined them. With no ceremonies, the musician sat on his lap and finished the rest of the drink from his glass.

“It’s a pity that I couldn’t please a certain someone” he commented, before placing his lips briefly over the baker’s ones. “By the way you were looking every two minutes at the front door, Jun-chan, I believe you were getting bored of our songs.”

“Huh?” the stylist asked him, distracted.

“You paid no attention at our performance, Jun” Nino said, pretending to be offended.

“It’s not true!” he protested. “I was watching you…”

“What was the last song we played?” the musician insisted, sitting at the chair in front of him when Satoshi went to the bar to pick up another round of drinks.

“Come on, Nino! Of course I know… It was… I forgot the name, but… It was…”

“Your favorite, Jun!”

He bit his lower lip in defeat.

“Can I know why have you been so distracted lately?”

“I’m sorry, Nino. My head is full of work lately.”

“Which work?” Sho asked, confronting him. “You had an empty schedule this week. To me, your head is full of memories of a certain handsome boyfriend… By the way, do you believe Aiba could model for me? I just signed with a famous brand of underwear” he was unable to finish his speech due to the slap he received in his head.

“Underwear? Aiba-chan also works as a model? I had no idea…” Ohno said, coming back from the bar and only catching his last words.

“And what a great model he is, Satoshi. Geez! What an incredible ass!”

Jun drank, almost in a single gulp, all the content from the drink that Ohno had just placed over the table.

“Eh?” Nino was suddenly interested, arching his eyebrows in a curios expression.

“Jun and I caught him posing completely naked in an Art School.”

“Naked? The kind of model that stays still in front of several people while they copy their features?” he asked, almost in disbelief.
“Stop talking about this!” Jun yelled.

Jun stared at him with seriousness, wondering why Sho’s teasing was bothering him that much. In fact, now that he thought about it, he also remembered not liking his friend’s expression while he stared at his boyfriend naked in that embarrassing situation. What kind of look was that? Was he analyzing him with professional eyes or there was more than this? Admiration?
Desire?

“So…” Sho proceeded, with a wry smile. “All of a sudden, Jun took off his coat and invaded the classroom as a lightening, in face of the stupefied eyes of Oguri, his fiancée and the students. He placed the coat over Aiba’s shoulders and pulled him by the hand out of the room, dragging him through the corridors…”

Nino and Ohno laughed at the same time and with the same intensity.

“It was all part of my plan… Oguri was watching…” he defended himself.

“Yeah, of course… It had nothing to do with jealousy… Tell me, though… what happened later?”

“Nothing much, Sho. We talked and he went back to work.”

“Yes, he did. You waited until the end of the class, however, didn’t you?” Sho insisted, enjoying to embarrass his friend in front of the others. “I wonder what happened afterwards…”

“We had dinner and then I took him home.”

“Did you spend the night there?”

“Well… I did. There was an incident and Masaki needed a friendly shoulder. That was all. It has nothing to do with what you are thinking.”

“Because you are an idiot. With a boyfriend like that beside you…”

“That’s not true, Sho-kun. In case you have forgotten, he is just my rental boyfriend.”

“This can change, nonetheless. Aiba-chan is a very special person…” Nino said.

“I can’t deny it. However, I really don’t…”

He was unable to finish his sentence, his Adam’s apple moving nervously when he saw Masaki entering the bar. As soon as he saw them, his fake boyfriend smiled, beaming. Was it just his eyes or was he as gorgeous as never before?

“I’m sorry I’m late” he said with a gentle voice. “Only now I have managed to leave the bar. Am I too late for the concert, Nino?”

“No, we have another performance to make. Would you join us for a song?”

“Kikuchi-san won't mind it?” he asked, concerned about the official sax player of the band.

“Of course no! He is your fan, you know?”

“In this case, of course I will join you. Jun-chan said that he wanted to hear me playing again…”

“Really? I’m happy, then. Who knows? Maybe, with you playing, this stubborn guy will finally pay attention to the concert.” Nino winked at his friend with complicity before going back to the stage.

Almost in the end of the performance, he called Masaki for a special collaboration.

It was impossible not to be captured by the melancholic subtlety with which he played the saxophone. At the same time in that the music suggested a romantic nuance, it also embedded a subjective sadness, a hidden hurt.

Jun wondered when he had started playing. Lonely and hurt, it was possible that the instrument had been, for quite a while, his most loyal companion. In the end of the performance, he had to blink for several times to hide his emotions from his friends. He had already embarassed himself a lot that night. He didn’t need them to see him crying.

As soon as the concert ended, one of the attendants came to announce that the pool table reserved by the group was already available.

“What about making pairs? Satoshi and I against Matsujun and Aiba?” Sho suggested, already offering one of the pool cues to his alleged partner.

“It’s a great idea!” Nino agreed, sitting the nearest table in order to watch the match.

At the beginning, Jun felt awkward to be in Masaki’s team. His friends were forcing him into a situation that wouldn’t be beneficial to the kind of relationship he had with his contracted party. That romance wasn’t real and that kind of thing would soon come to an end.

However, as soon as the game started, he forgot his worries watching his fake boyfriend in action. As expected, he soon showed himself to be the most energetic of them all, spreading honest and bright smiles everywhere, except when he had to focus, analyzing a play with serious concentration.

Once again Jun had to think how admirable that person was. He looked nothing like the frightened and fragile boy from three days before. Where all that energy came from? Where did he find such a strength to overcome his obstacles?

It was an easy victory. Two wins in a row.

In any other situation, he would have been his ideal match. However, in that moment, he wasn’t allowed to think about dating. He didn’t want to get hurt anymore and his mind was still on Shun.

On the other hand, he couldn’t give up on Masaki.

Was it because of the peace he conveyed to him? Could it be because he wanted so much to be more like him that he couldn’t take him from his mind through the whole day?

“Don’t you want to come in?” Masaki asked, a few hours later, when Jun parked his car in front of his building.

Yes, he was eager to do it.

“Not today, Aiba-chan” he answered, nonetheless. “I have to go home.”

“Take care on your way” Masaki smiled and opened the door of the car. “Thank you for the amazing night, Jun-chan. I had lots of fun.”

“We beat them beautifully, didn’t we?” he asked, proud of their victory.

“We make a good team.”

“Yes, a great team.”

“Well… I guess it’s good night, then.”

“Good night.”

“I will wait for your call, if you need me” Masaki said, getting off from the car. Before he could step outside, though, he sat back down, closing the door. “You know, I don't like to owe anything to anyone…”

Jun was about to ask him what he was talking about, when he felt Masaki’s tongue already moving inside his mouth.

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pairing: jongin/sehun
genre: angst, romance
rating: g
word count: 665w
summary: second chances don't come by often; jongin refuses to squander his newfound opportunity.

better late than never

jongin had learned by now that both were important—words and actions. unfortunately, he’d discovered the importance at the cost of his relationship with the love of his life, oh sehun.

“how can you say you love me when you’re never around?” sehun had asked after an argument erupted when jongin had to cancel yet another one of their pre-scheduled date nights. and if the words weren’t enough to shatter jongin’s heart, the pained expression on sehun’s face left jongin’s entire being crushed to the core.

jongin—having been rendered speechless—broke eye contact, instead focusing on the cracked tile of their kitchen floor. deep down, he knew that sehun was right. he didn’t have the right to claim his love for sehun; not when he leaves him to eat dine alone, time and time again. and as each day came to an end, his boyfriend would crawl into an empty bed, falling asleep without ever hearing the words, “goodnight”.

admittedly, jongin’s new job called for impossible hours. jongin seldom left the office before nightfall, but he thought he could compensate by showering sehun with endless affections—“you’re so beautiful, sehunnie, i love you so much”—over and over when he’d finally arrived home. slipping into the arms of his boyfriend, jongin would express his love by pressing their lips together, hands exploring every inch of sehun’s skin as their bodies were aligned as one.

but it wasn’t enough for sehun and jongin didn’t blame him; he’d been a ghost of a boyfriend for far too long. jongin pleaded for his boyfriend to stay, that he would change his workaholic ways, but his guarantees no longer held any value; sehun had become well accustomed to empty words and promises.

“please don’t leave,” jongin had begged one final time, choking on his tears.

“i’m tired of being in a relationship with your voicemail, jongin,” were the last words spoken before sehun had packed up his belongings, leaving his keys on the nightstand beside their bed.

and what was once a home filled with love and devotion, was now just a building of cement and bricks.

a month after their breakup, jongin had a chance encounter with sehun and the feelings he’d been repressing hit him all at once—right in the gut. “sehun?” the name slipped out before he could stop himself. the man looked his way, and he was just as handsome as jongin had remembered.

“jongin?”

he’d never heard a sound so beautiful.

sat across from each other, sehun and jongin had spent the past hour catching up. jongin never thought he’d ever be graced with sehun’s smile ever again, and a sudden overwhelming wave of regret and past mistakes flooded his mind. he knew he had only himself to blame, that he was the sole reason behind why he’d been waking each morning with a dull ache in his heart.

“is everything oka—” jongin phone rang, interrupting sehun mid-sentence.

jongin quickly retrieved the ringing device from his pocket. “sorry,” he apologised meekly.

“ah, i suppose there’s somewhere you gotta be?” sehun asked after reading the name of jongin’s company flashing across the screen.

jongin sensed the subtle tone of disappointment in sehun’s voice. he turned the phone off and pocketed the device before gazing deeply into sehun’s eyes. “i do.”

he didn’t want to get his hopes up but he could already feel the rapid heartbeat pounding in his chest. was sehun enjoying the catch-up session? did sehun miss him? were there still any lingering feelings? if sehun were to give him a second chance, jongin vowed to himself that he would spend the rest of his life proving his unwavering love. things were going to be different this time.

jongin didn’t want to go another second without sehun by his side; he couldn’t.

he took hold of sehun’s hand, laced their fingers together, and silently prayed that the other wouldn’t recoil at the intimate gesture. “right here, sehunnie. wherever you are, that’s where i’ll be. we belong together.”

a/n:
i find it very difficult to write in past tense but the majority of the fic happened in the past and i didn't want to be switchy with the tense so i'm sorry if this reads a little stiff.
how to past tense? otl

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 7

Masaki’s hands worked skillfully in the mix of the ingredients and the doses needed to prepare the requested drink. His focused and professional expression while working in the recipe lasted until the moment he placed the drink in its proper glass. When he served it to the client, he had on his face a fascinating smile.

Beautiful and addictive.

How could he smile like that? wondered Jun, standing in the entrance of the bar. Did Masaki always offer that kind of bonus to each client he served?

Would he be too selfish if he asked him to do that kind of thing only to him?

Masaki’s smile increased when he noticed Jun at the door. Soon, he made a sign for him to get closer.

“I wasn’t expecting you” he said joyfully when the stylist sat at the counter.

“I needed to talk to you.”

“And what are you going to drink while we talk?”

“It can be a dry martini.”

“Got it.”

“Am I bothering you? You are working and…”

“Don't worry. Wednesday is usually a smooth day” the barman answered while taking the bottles of the gin and the vermouth to prepare the cocktail.

“You are really good at it” Jun watched his rental boyfriend working with the same focused expression he had when he entered the bar. When Masaki took the shaker to mix the drink, he licked his bottom lip in an almost unnoticeable movement.

That simple gesture made Jun feel a shiver running down his spine. He looked away, pretending to analyze the place. He could still feel the effect of that mouth on his.

“You know, I don’t like to owe anything to anybody…” said Masaki before attacking him with a daring kiss. Different from the other times when the intensity of the kiss was escalating slowly, this time it started urgently, devastating, erasing all his rational thoughts and arousing his senses.

He brought his body closer, kissing him back with despair, completely surrendered. When his hands started exploring the slim body, in the same unexpected way that his boyfriend had surprised him with the kiss, he moved away.

“Good night, Jun-chan,” he said, leaving the car without waiting for his response.

Jun took a deep breath, trying to reorganize his thoughts and regain control over his own body. Luckily, he got back to his senses before losing his mind and running after Masaki.

In the next day, he couldn’t stop thinking about him. Should he call? Should he ask if he was fine? In the end, his old pride prevailed and he didn’t call. In fact, he just couldn’t find an excuse to do so. It had been a while since he had last seen him and he suddenly realized how much he missed him.

“Here you have it” he heard Aiba saying, pushing the drink towards him.

“Delicious!” he said, as soon as he tasted the first sip.

He received a thankful smile.

“I came to make you an invitation… Friday is your night off, right? Do you think you could go in a small trip with me?”

“A trip? Only the two of us?”

“Not exactly. Shun…”

“Of course it had something to do with him…” Masaki interrupted him. “How much longer will you keep on with that lie, Jun? Isn’t it time for you to put an end to this story?”

Jun looked at him, unable to understand his reaction. Disappointment? Anger? Or was he just tired of being trapped in all that story? He had considered leaving him out this time, but besides being much easier for him to face that situation with Masaki, it would also be a great opportunity for them to spend some time together in a different location.

“It’s the last time, Masaki” he answered, hurt. “Shun and Hara will officiate their engagement in her family’s ryokan, in Hakone. They invited us for the party.”

Masaki swallowed hard, seeming slightly regretful.

“I am so sorry…”

“It's OK…”

“It’s not, Jun-chan. I can see by the hurt in your eyes. That is why I don’t get it. Why will you go? Why do you keep getting into situations that only make you suffer?”

“To make sure that it’s really the end! I know that you don’t understand, but, please, Masaki… I can’t make it without you…”

“Jun…”

“It’s the last time I’m going to ask you something like this. Even because our contract ends on Saturday and we won’t have to pretend anymore.”

“What do you mean? If you need more time, I…”

“No. You are right. It’s time to put an end to that ridiculous situation, don’t you agree?”

Ridiculous, Masaki thought, feeling suddenly disappointed.

“So…”

“Yes” Jun agreed, before the man could end the sentence. He couldn’t explain why, but he didn’t want to hear that declaration from his mouth. “It’s time for us to break up.”

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Masaki placed his bag over a chair, analyzing their luxurious bedroom at the Ryokan Hara. It was bigger than his whole apartment and certainly much cozier.

“Wow, Jun! It’s beautiful… it must be expensive.”

“Yes. However, since we are their guests, we won’t be paying anything at all… What are you doing?” he asked in surprise when he saw his boyfriend taking off his clothes unceremoniously.

“Do you think I had many opportunities to be in a place like this? I want to enjoy it at the fullest since it’s my first time!”

“Have you never gone to a ryokan?”

“Never as a guest. I went to an onsen once, but only to spend the day.”

“Not even in your school trip?” Jun asked, but regretted immediately when he saw Masaki’s joyful expression changing all of a sudden.

“My classmates was organizing a trip, but… I never finished High School, Jun.”

Of course! How insensitive of him! At that time, Masaki was probably trying to figure out how to survive on his own after being sent away from home by his parents.

“I’m sorry, Masaki. I should have remembered, forgive me…” he asked him, enveloping his body in a comforting hug.

“It’s fine, Jun-chan. However, would you mind to let me go? Even though I am just your rental boyfriend, I am a man with certain needs and if you keep rubbing your body against mine this way, I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold myself…”

Only then, Jun remembered he was practically naked, wearing just his boxer briefs. Ashamed, he moved away so that Masaki could wear his yukata.

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“This is amazing!” Masaki yelled with a captivating smile, placing the towel that was covering his intimacy until then over his head.

It was interesting how he seemed to be at ease in any environment, Jun noticed, smiling at his excitement.

“You must be nervous, Oguri-san” Masaki said, changing the subject and facing the host who was sat at Jun’s other side.

“A bit…” he answered. “It’s not every day that you ask someone to marry you in front of a crowd.”

“You must really love her…” Jun remarked in a low voice.

“I have a great affection for her. She is daring, independent and she makes me feel loved. Beside her, I feel special. I feel like I am in a true relationship.”

Jun had to swallow hard. It was obvious that, by “true relationship”, Shun meant the opposite of what they had.

“I see” Jun said in a louder voice, doing his best so that Shun wouldn’t notice how it bothered him. “I feel the same with Masaki…”

“Is it a confession?” his boyfriend asked, meddling into their dialogue and sitting between Jun’s legs. “I love you too, Baby!”

Jun almost choked with those words. Although they were only part of an act, they hit him in an intense way, making him shiver. He realized he would like to hear them for the rest of his life.

“You are lucky we are in a public place. Otherwise, I would attack you right here…” he said, their faces very close to each other.

“Well… I guess it’s time for me to go” Shun’s voice was heard after he cleared his throat. “I need to get myself ready for the party. Don’t be late” he said, standing up and leaving.

Jun barely noticed the hurt in his eyes. It was no longer important now. He closed his eyes, intensifying the heat of the water around his skin and letting come to his memory Masaki’s last words to him.

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“Wow! I can’t believe that I am wearing something from the W/ME brand” Masaki shouted, satisfied. “Thank you, Jun-chan! I could never afford something like this!”

“I thought it would look good in you” Jun answered, helping his fake boyfriend with the necktie knot.

“I was feeling a bit unsure about the suit that I brought for the evening. You know, I don’t have expensive clothes like the other guests. I was afraid of embarrassing you…”

“Nonsense! You dress very well, even with cheap clothes. I only brought this model because I’ve been wanting to see you with something I draw for some time now.”

“Really? You know… even before knowing you personally, I have always fancied your brand. With my salary, however… I would have to work for two months, without paying any bills, to afford something.”

“Don’t exaggerate! My clothes are not that expensive!”

“For you who have plenty of money. So far, I have only managed to buy two clothes of your store: a black shirt and a pair of jeans. And that is because they were on sale.”

“Well, go to my store whenever you want. I will make a huge discount for you…” he announced, amused, after tying the knot and wearing his own coat.

As soon as they were both ready, they went to the place where the party would be held. In spite of the cold of December, it was a beautiful night and it was possible to see some stars glimmering in the sky. The hall, elegantly decorated, was open to a huge and beautiful garden that was already crowded with guests when they arrived.

In spite of the typical Japanese scenario, the songs playing in the background were mostly western ones. Maybe for the great number of foreigner guests.

Jun greeted some acquaintances, including Shun’s parents, who he met a year before, in the release of one of their son’s books.

“Would you like something to drink?” he offered, guiding Masaki to the bar.

“I’m stunned! I’ve never been in such a party” Masaki told him, astonished by the venue and the elegance of the guests. Suddenly his face beamed, recognizing a public figure. “Jun-chan, isn’t that guy Ikuta Toma, the actor?”

“Yes, it is, Masaki,” Jun answered with a smile in face of his shocked look. “Shun is a famous writer; he wrote some screenplays for TV and even worked as an editor in many variety shows. Don’t be surprised with the amount of celebrities you will see here today.”

“Sugee! Do you also know them?”

“Some of them like to wear my clothes. Toma is one of my regular clients and also my friend. Would you like to meet him?” he asked, starting to lead Masaki to the actor, but halting when his gaze met Shun’s, who was entering the hall with his fiancée's hand on his.

Bride and groom were received with claps and greetings and Masaki caught Jun drinking his wine in a gulp as he did at the dinner. He wondered if it was a common action whenever he felt a certain pressure or annoyance. He squeezed his shoulder in support and, relieved, he received a grateful half-smile.

Thanks to Toma and Masaki, Jun acted as any other guest, pretending to enjoy the chats around him and enduring the happy smile of the couple. With resignation, however, he had to admit that they look good together. He should accept that, definitively, he had lost any hope he could still have regarding Shun.

If Shun is happy, I will be fine, he decided. Nonetheless, when Shun made the official proposal, he realized he wasn’t that strong and if it wasn’t for Masaki taking him discretely away from the hall, everybody would have noticed his tears.

“Isn’t it time to go now? Would you like to go back to Tokyo?” Masaki asked him in an isolated spot of the garden.

“And run away as a coward? Wasn’t you who suggested me not to do such a thing?”

“This is different, Jun-chan. You don’t have to…”

“I’m fine, Masaki” he assured him, facing the carps pond. It wasn’t a total lie. Actually, he wasn’t sure about what he was crying. Maybe he just had to process the idea of Shun getting married.

Masaki took his hand to a strand of his hair, fixing it behind his ear.

“You are an idiot.”

“I know.”

“Sometimes I have the urge of shaking you and forcing you to say the truth to Oguri. However, when I think that, if you do so, you two might get back together, I feel weird, wishing it not to happen.”

“Would it bother you if we got back together?” Jun asked him, surprised.

“More than I like to admit” was the honest answer.

“Masaki… that additional level C service…” he started shyly. “I am in a great need of it now.”

Masaki smiled.

“You know… since the service became more popular than I first thought, I will need to readjust the price, increasing it in 300 yen…”

“1,500 for a kiss?”

“What? Do you think it’s too expensive?”

Jun held Masaki’s chin, positioning him in a favorable angle.

“No… I think it’s worth it. It’s an excellent service.”

As expected by Jun, the kiss, exchanged under the moonlight, was worth of every cent.

********************

Due to the morning light, Masaki blinked several times when he opened his eyes. He turned slowly to the side, still feeling on his body the effect of the night before. He smiled when he saw Jun asleep beside him.

Gorgeous.

In an impulse, he traced the thick eyebrows with the tip of his fingers, following its outline. He did the same with the long eyelids, the nose and the lips. He only retracted his hand when the man puckered his lips, bothered by the touch.

He smiled once again, remembering of random moments of the wonderful night they had spent together. He could still feel the weight of Jun’s body over his, when he was pressed against the futon, his exposed skin bitten and all his sensitive spots teased by his tongue.

The feeling of Jun's body rubbing desperately against his still aroused on him an indescribable feeling. He remembered how many times that, feeling his body about to explode, he had pulled his fake boyfriend’s face closer, losing himself in those plump lips. He also remembered the moment when they joined their bodies, becoming one, and reaching the ecstasy almost at the same time.

“What are you doing?” asked Jun in a sleepy voice when he felt Masaki’s teeth biting his lower lip softly.

“Waking you up” Masaki answered him, calmly. “We have to go back to Tokyo."

“Already? Can’t we stay here for a little while longer?” he asked in return, inverting their positions and staring at him with hungry eyes.

“Maybe for half an hour…”

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It was almost three in the afternoon when Jun parked his car in front of Masaki’s house.

“Thank you, Jun-chan. It was an unforgettable trip.”

“I should be the one to thank you. If it wasn’t for you, I couldn’t have handled it…”

“Let’s not talk about Oguri, ok? You promised me it would be the last time.”

“You are right” Jun said in a low voice, almost melancholic. “Here it is.”

Masaki took the envelope offered to him and opened it with curiosity.

“What is this?”

“Your payment.”

Masaki felt his heart clenching when he heard those words. Almost three weeks had passed since they got into that rental boyfriend story and their contract had finally ended.

“I don’t…” he started, trying to return the envelope.

“It’s yours. We had a deal. You have fulfilled your part of the agreement and now it’s time for me to fulfill mine.”

Masaki sighed with a sad expression.

“What does it mean? There is much more money in here than what we had agreed” he said when he noticed that the amount was much bigger than he owed him.

“It’s the right amount. You have deserved every cent. I…”

“What? You don’t have to pay me more for pitying the story I have told you…”

“I’m not paying you out of pity. I’m just following the contract. It was you who wrote the clause, Masaki… The additional services…”

“Additional services? You mean…” Masaki wasn't able to continue. Jun was being serious? “Do you think I have made sex with you because of money? I can be in need, but I’m not a whore, Matsumoto!”

“What? No, I…”

“Please, prepare another envelope with the correct amount!” Masaki yelled at him, throwing the money bills on his former contractor’s face. “And ask Nino or Satoshi to hand it to me. I don’t want to see your face ever again!”

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 8

“We arrived, Sir” Nino announced with a sneering smile, as soon as he parked his car in front of his boyfriend’s bakery.
“Thank you” answered Satoshi, adjusting the bag on his shoulder. “How much do I owe you for the ride?”

“Can’t you see it in the taximeter?” Nino pointed at an imaginary device. “Twenty hot kisses.”

“All this?” he pretended to be shocked. “Maybe I should look for a new taxi driver starting tomorrow.”

“Really? And you believe he will offer you the same quality of service that I give you?” he teased him further, caressing the most sensible part of his boyfriend’s anatomy.

Satoshi moaned with the touch and licked his lower lip.

“Nino… I’m late to open the bakery…”

“So it won’t hurt for you to stay here for ten more minutes, will it? Or even less… I bet I can make you cum in less than five minutes” he stated, opening his boyfriend’s pants and attacking the proud erection with his daring lips.

Ohno sighed twenty minutes later, as soon as he saw Nino’s car turn the corner. He should have known that he wouldn’t be satisfied only with a simple oral sex, demanding a retribution. Luckily, at that time of the morning, there was no one walking on the street and he could give Nino the pleasure he wanted.

Still feeling his boyfriend’s kisses all over his neck and abdomen, besides the delicious tickling in his lower parts, he put the key in the hole, ready to begin his daily tasks.

However, he was surprised to realize that the door was already unlocked. He sighed in relief when he found Masaki sweeping the floor.

“Good morning!”

In spite of the cheerful reception, Ohno noticed there was something odd in Masaki’s smile.

“Good morning! What got into you? Have you fallen from the bed? I don’t remember ever seen you getting here earlier than me before. Even more in a Monday morning!”

“I woke up early, Riida.”

“It looks more as if you haven’t gone to bed yet? What are these dark circles around your eyes, Aiba-chan?”

“Nothing much. I just had some trouble sleeping in the last couple of days…”

“Does it have something to do with Jun? Has something happened between the two of you? I should have realized when he came to me yesterday asking me to give you this.”

Masaki received the envelope with his heart racing. He couldn’t help avoiding a shiver while counting the money. There it was; 50% of the agreed amount, exactly what Jun owed him for the end of the contract.

“Is it correct? Jun-kun asked me to check if this was the right amount. He told me you could return it if you believed it had more than agreed. He also told me he could send you more if there is something missing…”

“Tell your friend that it is correct” he answered with a broken voice, while putting the money in his back pocket.

“Why don’t you tell him yourself? And why didn’t he give you the money personally? Is everything alright between you two?”

“Yes, don’t worry. Just… now that our contract ended, I have no reasons to meet him. I believe he thinks the same regarding me.”

“Aiba…”

“Aren’t you late to start baking? We will be open in half an hour.”

Ohno considered pressuring him, but he was right. Besides, it was not of his business if they had a disagreement. By what he had seen from the couple so far, they would soon be fine again, without that stupid idea of a fake relationship.

Jun sighed as soon as he entered home. He threw his key over the coffee table and went straight to a bar he kept in the corner of his room. Four days had passed since his break up with Masaki – if he could call it like that the end of their relationship. After all, it had been just business. He needed a boyfriend and Masaki needed money. They had only united their needs in a professional transaction.

It was true that they had crossed the line during the agreement, trespassing some boundaries. After all, they were men with certain needs and, once they had agreed not to fall in love with one another, it could be considered that what they had made beyond the clauses had been just a mutual service. Nothing more.

When the contract expired, it was just natural for them to follow their own paths.

At least, that was how Jun was trying to face the fact that Masaki was no more a part of his life.

He picked up the ingredients to prepare a dry martini, unconsciously trying to mimic the barman’s gestures. When he realized it, he sighed in annoyance. Why? Why couldn’t he take him off his head?

The sight of him staring at him, hurt and offended, in the last time they had seen each other still hammered inside his head.

Feeling guilty, he caught himself several times during the day staring at Masaki’s name in his cellphone or rewriting the apologetic message he wanted to send him. Nonetheless, he was the one who said he didn’t want to see him anymore. What right he had to deny him that?

He could understand it, of course. His ex-boyfriend didn’t want to get involved into his problems anymore. And he couldn’t blame him.

He took a sip of his drink realizing that it wasn’t by far as tasty as the one that Masaki had prepared to him. Even then, the drink satisfied him. Nothing better to finish an endless and boring workday.

He was about to finish it in a gulp and go to his bedroom when the doorbell rang.

Could it be Masaki?

He placed the glass in the counter, not even noticing that he had broken one of his most strict rules when he didn’t use a coaster over the imported wood.

“Hello, Jun-chan…” said the newcomer with an eager voice. Before he could answer to it, his lips were caught in an urgent kiss.

“Are you drunk?” he asked when he managed to push the man from over him.

“No. It’s true that I had a couple of drinks before coming here, but… I’m very lucid, Jun. The thing is that I… I miss you…”

“Shun…”

“Please… I know you are not completely indifferent to me. Do you think I can’t notice how you bother whenever you see me beside Mayumi?”

“I don’t…”

“Will you deny it? Don’t you feel anything for me anymore?”

He didn’t protest when Shun’s lips covered his again. He placed his arms around the writer’s neck and followed his steps towards the couch.

Jun felt Masaki’s plump lips closing around his erection, sucking it gently. He let out a loud moan of pleasure, delighted and full of desire.

It was his first time surrendering to his instincts like that, getting in bed with someone with whom he had so little intimacy. Even with Shun, it had taken him a long time to indulge himself to the desire that consumed him whenever he had with his friend a more intimate contact. Even then, their first time would have never happened if it weren’t for the great amount of alcohol involved.
With Masaki, though, he felt a mysterious desire of going further, of letting himself go… of getting lost forever in those incredible lips.

Jun let Oguri lay him down in the soft couch and cover his body with his as he had done several times before
.
“You are so beautiful… I've missed your body so much, Jun…”

The stylist felt his eyes watering when he saw Shun’s stare over him, full of desire.

“Why are you looking at me like this, Jun-chan?” Masaki asked after letting him go with a smacking kiss.”

“You are gorgeous… how can you be so sexy?”

Masaki let out a hoarse laughter, climbing over his body and placing wet kisses all over his skin.

“Well… You’re not too far behind, my sensual boyfriend…”

That boyfriend word had a bittersweet taste… This would be their last weekend together. Was it right for him to surrender to his desire and spend a lifetime wondering how it could have been between them if they had a real relationship? However, since the moment when his boyfriend had dragged him from that Japanese garden and thrown him over their bedroom's futon, demanding his body as if it belonged to him, each one of his sensible thoughts had evaded from his mind.

Masaki pressed his body against his, covering his lips with a hot kiss. He would never admit it, but he was already completely addicted to his kiss and he was unable to deny anything to those sweet brown eyes.

He closed his eyes not to face Shun’s eyes and, impassive, he felt the man’s lips travelling over the skin of his neck, playing around for a while at the same time as his skillful hands started to get rid of his jacket.

Sending all his self-control to space, Jun grabbed Masaki by the waist, inverting their positions and then started to attack him with kisses and caresses.

He wanted to memorize each piece of that body in his mind forever.

He started by the caramel birthmark in his shoulder, the one that had intrigued him since day one. He licked it as if it was a candy, getting a new hoarse laughter as a reward, almost a moan. He then went down to the already hardened nipples, as tender and plump as the mouth for which he craved so much. He got to the defined abdomen, not very muscled, but enough to let him gorgeous with any piece of clothes.

Or without any of them, as he was in that very moment.

For some reason, he remembered the day when he saw him modelling naked for the art school students. He couldn’t define what he was feeling then, but, as that time, it was almost with anger that he pulled his boyfriend closer this time, kissing him with passion.

After finishing the task of stripping Jun of his clothes from waist up, Oguri started to play with the exposed skin, kissing every inch of it.

Without showing any reaction, Jun let himself be kissed, tears pooling in his eyes. The past, he would be actively engaged in the act, attacking the writer’s body with equal eagerness.

Still caressing Masaki with his lips, his hands started to become bolder and more provocative. It didn’t take long for him to take the man’s member in his mouth, teasing him until he heard him begging for more.

He hesitated just for a moment before starting to prepare the perfect body in front of his eyes with the assistance of a massaging oil he found in his bedroom, feeling it contracting around his fingers, anxious to receive him.

“Please, Jun… I can’t wait any longer.”

When their bodies finally became one, he realized he had never felt such a connection, both physical and emotionally, with anyone before.

That being, so impulsive and disorganized, had managed to make him throw away all his reason and just surrender without any control. He entered him hard and passionately, diving into the willing body further and further. He noticed Masaki’s moans becoming more intense, his nails almost hurting him in his attempt to pull him as closer as humanly possible.

He knew he had reached the right spot when the taller man trembled in pleasure, yelling his name in a husky and sexy voice.

When Shun seemed satisfied by playing with the upper body of the stylist, he turned his attention back to Jun’s fleshy lips.

“I want you…”

Shun raised his body, sitting over the slim body of the stylist and starting to work in the man’s pants, pulling his zipper with impatience. He hesitated, however, when he saw the handsome face beneath him covered in tears.

“Masaki…” he moaned as soon as his body fell over his partner, sweaty and out of air. He chanted it a few times, as a mantra, tasting the word as a symbol of their recently discovered intimacy and of the intense pleasure he had just experienced.

“Masaki...”

Shun felt his body paralyzing in a mix of disappointment and embarrassment when he heard Jun calling someone else’s name. Obviously it wasn’t with him that Jun wanted to be at that moment.

“You must love him very much” the writer said in a low and defeated tone.

“What?”

“Aiba-kun…” Shun softly wiped the tears running over Jun’s face. “Now I understand that he is special to you in a way that I never was.”

“It’s not true, Shun. I loved you!” he confessed in an impulse, barely noticing he used the verb in the past.

“No, Jun” the man answered with a sigh, sitting properly on the couch. “You have never looked at me the way you do to him. You never allowed me to touch you in public as you do with him… Never even showed any sign of jealousy… Have you any idea of how I felt when I saw you dragging him from that classroom the way you did? When I saw you kissing him in the Japanese garden, right after my engagement announcement? You have never given yourself to me like that!"

“How can you know?” he yelled, getting up with annoyance. “You never noticed my feelings. Never even considered our relationship…”

“What are you talking about?” it was Shun’s turn to raise his voice. “I’ve loved you! Since the first time I’ve seen you in that damn party! You were the one who decided that we didn’t have a commitment. How many times have you avoided talking about it? It was you who said we should see other people…”

“Because that is what I thought you wanted! You have told me you were a free spirit and that you weren’t used to get attached to anyone…”

“What? You got it all wrong… This was before I met you!”

Jun felt his chest hurting, his legs almost losing its strength. Shun was telling him that the reason they weren’t together right now was just a misunderstanding?

“You have never said you loved me” he said, in a sad tone.

“Neither have you. I waited for a word of you as a fool, but it never came. Eventually, I got tired. I believed you weren’t someone to get involved. Even then, I hoped…” He licked his lower lip before concluding. “I bet all my cards in that specialization in America, believing that it would force you to take an action.”

“It was you who decided to move away. You believe I didn’t suffer when you told me? But, what was I supposed to do? Getting on my knees and beg you not to leave?”

“Exactly! If you had been sincere since the beginning…”

“You talk about sincerity, but it was you who came from America with a fiancée and rubbed your happiness in my face without preparing me first!” remembered Jun, with resentment.

“Mayumi saved me, Jun. When I was desperately suffering for an unrequited love. If it weren’t for her, I would have never endured those nights mulling over your indifference. Besides, who are you to accuse me? In my absence you even got yourself a boyfriend!”

“Masaki is not my boyfriend!” he yelled, without thinking. “Not anymore…” he corrected himself, regretting his impulse. He was too proud to confess about the contract. “We broke up. I’ve made something he didn’t like it and… he hates me now…”

Shun smiled.

“You think so? It’s not what it seemed to me when I saw him two hours ago at the Firefly.”

“You've gone after him? Did you say something to him?” he asked with his heart racing. He would never forgive Shun if he had hurt Masaki. He had already managed to do it by himself with a standing ovation.

“Of course not!” the writer exclaimed, offended. “I just wanted to understand… I was trying to figure why you are so attached to him in a way you never was to me.”

“How is he? Did he say something about me?”

“He said that you are meddlesome, proud and stupid. He also said something about you being a masochist and that you would make an excellent maid… Have you cleaned his house or something?”

“I… It’s just that he is so disorganized… But, this is not the point here, Shun!”

“Impressive… You can’t see it, do you? The way your eyes sparkle whenever you talk about him?”

“He is special… He has a free and enviable spirit. He is strong, determined, a man of decision. He is also full of problems, but he does his best. Even after all he been through, he never fails to captivate us with his amazing smile.”

Oguri smiled sadly at that.

“No matter how much it pains me to admit it; I have to tell you this, at least once, in case you haven’t noticed it yourself: you are in love, Jun.”

“Shun…”

“We ended up parting ways because our pride didn’t allow us to expose our feelings when we had the chance. I loved you, Jun. I still do, but I also want to be loved and I know you can’t give me that. I just came here today to know it for sure….”

“I’m so sorry, Shun.”

“Don’t be” he smiled. “I know I will be happy beside Mayumi and I hope you to be happy too. Go after your happiness, Jun.”

“I have no idea how…”

“It’s simple” Shun said, opening the door of the apartment. “Leave this damn pride aside and be honest with your feelings for the first time in your life!”

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Notes: FIRST OF ALL I’m SOOOOO SORRY to make everyone wait after a such cliff >.< But soon I will post in this LJ why I was absent those days, we had a big event of Japanese Culture in Brazil and we had an Arashi stand there woth some games… That was really funny.

Second SO SORRY AGAIN to take this long to reply your beloved comments, each comment make our day better and motive us to continue writing and posting… but due this busy schedule we hadn’t time to reply properly >.< Every comment will be properly replied soon!

Sooo just 2 more chapters to go and finally Jun x Oguri relationship was explained But now how Jun will react to the truth??? We will see you in the next week ;D

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Title: Falling, Slowly (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Fandom: Marvel Cinematic Universe
Characters: Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Natasha Romanoff, Tony Stark
Pairing: Steve/Bucky
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Major character death, suicide ideation, possible suicide
Spoilers: For Captain America 1: The First Avenger (2011)
Summary: Bucky always falls and Steve is always too late to save him.
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, Marvel and Paramount do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 1586
Feedback welcome and appreciated.

Steve knew that his fellow Avengers would argue that he belonged in the 21st century just as much as they did, but they did not have a deep yearning gnawing inside of them.

http://marvel-slash.livejournal.com/666901.html

Pairing: JongKey

Rating: PG

Genre: Hurt/Comfort, non-AU

Summary: They all have their way of dealing; Jonghyun has always been introspective, drawing in on himself, reflecting. Kibum sometime wonders if it hurts him more than it helps.

A/N: Set pre-Sherlock. This turned out very different than what I had in mind when I first set out to write it (I might write more? idk). It was inspired by many things, some of which are linked here (x, x, x).

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It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence to find him like this, staring into the mirror in front of him with a vacant expression on his face. In fact, it was becoming more and more common.

Kibum was sitting in silence, leaning against the window to the side of their practice room, observing him. The others were talking to the choreographer, pressing towels to their sweaty faces and emptying their water bottles. This choreography was harder than the previous ones; it was exhausting, and it seemed like they were always leaving the practice room aching and breathless lately.

Jonghyun was wearing a large tank top with drooping sides and Kibum mentally berated himself for not suggesting he bring a plain t-shirt instead. Although, lately, no matter what the older boy wore, training sessions always seemed to end like this.

Not for the first time, Kibum found himself wishing he could crawl into Jonghyun’s head and shield his mind from its own thoughts. Instead, he cursed the room for having so many mirrors and began counting down the minutes until they could leave and he could pull Jonghyun away from them.

Kibum welcomed the distraction when the choreographer called them back to order even though he was still short of breath and pain flared up his back as he straightened up. He kept an eye on Jonghyun for the rest of the session, an all too familiar sense of wariness never leaving the back of his mind.

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When Kibum found him later—much later, when it was too late to do anything but too early to call it a new day—he was staring into a different mirror, naked this time.

Kibum had been in his own room, lying on his mattress and listening to Minho’s snores next door. He was listening for something else, too: the shower had stopped running some time ago, Kibum wasn’t sure how long ago, but he had yet to hear the bathroom door creaking open or soft footsteps padding down the hall. Kibum waited, listening until Minho’s snores died down and when nothing of the sort could be heard, he rolled out of his bed and headed for the bathroom.

Kibum didn’t knock before opening the door; he didn’t have to, Jonghyun must have known he was coming after all. He simply lingered in the doorway, trying to find the right words to say, ones that he hadn’t already used before.

Jonghyun had been working out a lot lately and he had really filled out over the past few months. His body was changing, undeniably so.

Kibum knew him. He had known him for years, both before they got to call themselves idols and after, when they had albums and sold-out concert tours to their name to prove it. Before images and looks and concepts mattered so much and after, when they were just another part of the job.

Jonghyun could be hard to pin down. He could be both staggeringly honest and guarded, overtly sensitive, even doubtful, and somehow still exude confidence. Kibum may have known him for years, but Jonghyun was the kind of person you spent a lifetime getting to know. There were so many layers to his personality, to his character, and the thought that Kibum was somehow allowed to peel them away, slowly becoming intimate with the innermost ones warmed his heart. He hadn’t knocked because he knew he didn’t have to, because he knew Jonghyun trusted him. Jonghyun didn’t mind being vulnerable in front of him, didn’t mind him bearing witness to such privacy and that already felt like a small victory in itself.

It was easy to sit back and marvel at how far they had come, all of them. And yet they still had a long, gruelling way to go.

“Jjong,” Kibum spoke softly. Jonghyun’s eyes flickered upwards, meeting Kibum’s through the mirror for a brief moment. His discarded towel lay in a mound at his feet, soaking up the water that had dripped from his hair and skin. “It’s late,” Kibum tried, “you should come to bed.”

He held his breath when Jonghyun began to speak, waiting.

“I don’t…” Jonghyun’s voice was low, steady, but had an impersonal quality to it, like he was just mouthing the words out loud. “I don’t know how I feel.”

“It’s okay,” Kibum reassured at once. It seemed like he constantly held those words on the tip of tongue these days. “You don’t need to figure everything out right now.”

Jonghyun was quiet for a moment, eyes trained to the mirror in front of him. He looked exhausted and his wide shoulders were slumped, weighed down despite their newfound strength.

He had been more conscious of his image lately, had been struggling to reconcile his stage persona—who he thought he should be, what others wanted and expected him to be—to the softer, more delicate parts of his person. Bulking up and packing on muscle under his skin had seemed like a solution at the time, but it was clear now that it was becoming overwhelming.

Kibum knew what it was like to see a picture or a reflection of yourself and to pick it apart, piece by piece, without being able to see the whole for what it was. What he didn’t know was how it felt to look in the mirror and not recognize the person on the other side.

“I know I said wanted this and I know the company pushed for it but I don’t—” he cut himself off, biting his lip. Kibum thought he could see the shimmer of tears pooling in his wide, brown eyes. “It’s not… It doesn’t feel like me.”

“It’s still you, Jjong,” Kibum whispered. “It’s just you.”

He hated how helpless it made him feel, seeing Jonghyun like this. He felt weak and tired and frustrated, and yet he knew it couldn’t compare to what Jonghyun was feeling.

“I’m sorry,” Kibum offered pointlessly. And then, because he knew Jonghyun would let him, he advanced into the small room and brushed a hand down Jonghyun’s arm, fingers circling his wrist to pull him away from the mirror.

Jonghyun didn’t resist the motion, following easily until he was facing Kibum, biting down on his lip to keep the tears in his eyes from spilling over.

“It’s okay,” Kibum muttered, just to fill the silence. He wound his arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders, pulling him in for a proper hug. It took a while, but eventually he felt Jonghyun melt into it, fingers curling into the fabric of his t-shirt, clutching it tightly as his head came to rest on his shoulder.

Kibum took a deep breath and fought back the tears threatening to pool in his own eyes. He couldn’t help it, even though now wasn’t the time. Seeing Jonghyun cry always got to him; he doubted there would come a day when it wouldn’t.

Jonghyun felt so vulnerable like this, gathered in his arms in nothing but skin, still damp and clammy from his shower and now his tears. He had always been a little too vulnerable, a little too sensitive, and the world around him loved to take advantage of that it seemed. Only this time, it was coming from himself and Kibum felt locked out.

He smoothed his hands back and forth across Jonghyun’s back, chasing away the shivers that were running though his body.

“Let’s go to bed, okay?” he asked once Jonghyun had stopped shivering.

Jonghyun nodded into his shoulder, slowly pulling away and letting Kibum lead the way. Jonghyun followed him back to his bedroom without another word, navigating the dark corridors of their dorm with ease. It was dark in Kibum’s bedroom as well, with only the soft glow of a few candles to light the way.

Still, the dim lighting was enough for Jonghyun to catch a glimpse of the mirror hanging on the opposite wall. Kibum quickly pulled him the other way, guiding him backwards towards the bed.

“Just look at me,” he whispered, hands reaching up to cradle his face. It filled his chest with pride and warmth when Jonghyun nodded, no matter how small the gesture was.

Kibum gave him the best smile he could manage, bittersweet as it was. Slowly, he maneuvered them onto the bed, resting on his side so that they could face each other. He pulled the blanket up to their waists and tucked it behind Jonghyun’s back. He let precious minutes tick by, simply listening to the sound of Jonghyun breathing—his breaths too shallow, still shaky—and basking in his warmth.

“Do you want to talk about it?” he finally asked.

He felt Jonghyun exhale sharply, eyes downturned to watch as his fingers traced patterns on the mattress.

“I just don’t understand,” he stated, his voice a low murmur.

“Don’t understand what?”

“Why it gets to me so much.”

Kibum brushed a lock of brown hair away from Jonghyun’s eyes, letting his touch linger.

“Professional worrier,” he teased lightly, if only because he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t mind. And because he selfishly wanted to see the way his lips quirked upwards at the playful jab, if only for a second. He returned the small smile before continuing more seriously, “It’s okay if it gets to you. You’re allowed to feel that way, you know.”

Jonghyun’s fingers went still, his palm pressed flat to the bed, but his eyes were still downcast, avoiding Kibum’s. “I’m tired of feeling like… like I have no control.” He sounded exhausted.

“I know you are,” Kibum whispered. He carefully placed his hand on top of Jonghyun’s, interlacing their fingers together in a loose grip.

“I don’t know how just being myself suddenly became so hard.”

Kibum could only hum, letting Jonghyun know that he was listening. He wished he knew what to say, wished he knew the magic words that could make all of these thoughts disappear from Jonghyun’s mind, make him feel whole again. Sadly, there was no such thing and all Kibum could do was tighten his grip on Jonghyun’s hand, reminding him that even if Jonghyun wouldn’t look at him, he was still there.

“Why can’t I be enough? As myself—” Jonghyun’s voice was frail, broken by the sob building up in his throat. It tore Kibum’s heart in half. “Why can’t we ever be enough?”

Jonghyun’s eyebrows were drawn together, his brow wrinkled with what looked like pain or worry. All Kibum wanted was to put that soft, lopsided smile he knew so well back onto Jonghyun’s lips.

He shuffled closer, touching their foreheads together, fingers still entwined between them. This suddenly felt very important; Jonghyun was important to him, always, but this moment in particular resonated with him. He knew his words would be weighted, so he chose them carefully. “Do you know what my favourite memories from our trainee days are?”

Jonghyun shook his head and fleetingly glanced up at Kibum with a look of curiosity, intrigued by the change in topic, before lowering his gaze once more.

“When we would watch movies together,” Kibum went on. “You always knew what to say to make me laugh. Spending time with you like that was easy. Comfortable. I knew I could be myself with you. You made those days bearable.”

Kibum let go of Jonghyun’s hand to instead curl his fingers beneath Jonghyun’s chin, tilting it upwards to finally meet his eyes.

“What I’m trying to say is you were always enough. Before all of this and now, too.” Jonghyun’s gaze lowered to the bed between them once more, but Kibum wouldn’t stand for that; he wanted Jonghyun to understand. “Hey, hey,” he spoke softly, nudging Jonghyun’s chin upwards again, “look at me. I love you, you know. That’s never changed.” It wasn’t a revelation, not exactly, but it was the first time Kibum had spoken those words in this way. Like they might mean something more.

Kibum watched as a smile slowly spread across Jonghyun’s lips, and Kibum felt like he could breathe again.

Jonghyun didn’t answer, not with words. He simply leaned in to brush their lips together in the softest of kisses. It caught Kibum off guard for a moment but he soon returned it, fingers grazing Jonghyun’s cheek before finding their way into his thick hair.

He pressed their lips together and held Jonghyun close, close enough to feel his every shudder, every intake of breath. Huddled together in the darkness of Kibum’s bedroom like this, with nothing but his loose pyjamas between them, it all felt so intimate, so safe. Like this was their little corner of the world, no trespassers allowed.

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

dani_mathoz)
Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

CHAPTER 9

Masaki’s body shivered with cold while he walked towards his building. He took the opportunity to fix the scarf around his neck. Then, he tucked his hands into the pockets of his heavy coat and rushed his steps, thinking solely about getting the comfort of his bed as soon as possible.

He was so tired…

However, he knew that, in that night, even under the comforting warmth of his bedcovers, it would take a while for him to fall asleep.

It had been always like this in the last thirteen years, in this date. Maybe because he knew there would not be no one to congratulate him, with the exception of his brother, who always managed to call or send him a message, like the one he had received an hour earlier, exactly at midnight.

Besides him, there would be no one around to celebrate his birthday with him.

He sighed in resignation, facing the cold of the night and moved on.

About twenty steps from the entrance of his residential building, nonetheless, he halted when he recognized Jun’s car.
What was that asshole doing there? He approached the building, enraged, and found him beside the door, shivering of cold as a wet little chick.

“What do you want here?” he asked, annoyed, turning the key in the keyhole. “I thought I had made myself clear when I said I didn’t want to see you anymore.”

“I know…. I know that I was an idiot and very insensitive. But, please, I never meant to hurt you or offend you, believe me.”

“Matsumoto, its cold and…”

“I know. You must be very tired and I believe that the last thing you wanted was to see me. I won’t take much of your time, I just wanted…”

Surprised, the barman was unable to react to the awkward hug. Quite the opposite. He let himself stay in the warm arms for a few minutes.

“Happy birthday, Masaki” Jun whispered, before moving away from him, dragging his steps towards his car.

Masaki blinked a few times, trying to process those words. Happy birthday? How could he know? Could it be through the e-mail he had sent him with his profile so that they wouldn’t contradict their information in front of Oguri and his fiancée in that dinner night?

He felt his heart racing. How long had it been since he had received a birthday hug?

Maybe because of the emotions that invaded him in that moment, he almost called aloud the name he had vowed he would never say again. Instead, Jun’s name escaped from his lips almost as an inaudible mumble while his fake ex-boyfriend disappeared from his sight.

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“Thanks for staying after work hours, Aiba-chan” Ohno thanked him with a wide smile.

“No problems, Riida. Today, I don’t have to go to the bar, so I don’t bother staying for a while longer. Besides, I’m used to these balance sheets. I was the one who helped my father to do the financial control of his store.”

“I would really love to spare myself from this kind of service if it wasn’t extremely necessary. I used to ask Nino for help, but you know how he is… Last time, he was horrified when he saw how much I spend with materials and almost drove me crazy by reorganizing all my planning, renegotiating my contracts and replacing some of the products…”

“Is saving money a bad thing? You had more losses than profits, Satoshi” Ninomiya pointed out, entering the office all of a sudden.

“The best products demand expensive ingredients. Why do you think I have the best cakes and breads of the area?”

“Because you think about me when you are preparing them. I am an amazing source of inspiration.”

Masaki laughed when Nino offered his lips for Ohno to seal it with a quick kiss.

“This, I can't deny” the baker answered, getting himself lost in his boyfriend’s eyes.

“Well… no more work for today” Nino declared, changing the subject before he could lose his control in front of their friend and attack his boyfriend right there. “Can we go and have dinner, Satoshi?”

“Of course we can. We are starving, right, Aiba-chan?”

“Starving” Aiba answered with a smile, already imagining, by the stare of his boss over his boyfriend, the kind of hunger he should be feeling. “I see you guys tomorrow. Good night!”

“Where do you think you are going?” Ohno asked him, raising from his chair. “You are coming with us! It’s already past nine. You worked much more than your schedule. It is only fair for me to reward you.”

“You don't have to do it, Riida. I’m going home…”

“Don’t even consider declining, Aiba-chan! Satoshi did this reservation a week ago in the best yakiniku place in town.

Besides, how the hell will we celebrate your birthday if you are not there?” Nino asked him, with a wink.

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The place wasn’t probably the best restaurant in town, as Nino had suggested, but it was a luxurious, cozy and warm space. As soon as they arrived, they were guided to their reserved cubicle.

For Masaki, the inviting smell of the grilled meat was just as pleasant as the occasion. Celebrating his birthday was such a rare event in his life that he couldn’t help but feel deeply moved.

“I saw it in your file, Aiba-chan” his boss has told him still in the office. “I must seem distracted and a bit distant sometimes, but I’m always attentive to my employees.”

“I don’t even know how to thank you” Aiba said while making himself comfortable in his chair.

“You don’t have to thank me, I have my own reasons to do so” Ohno answered already with his eyes on the menu. “I want you to know the advantages of working with me so you won’t even consider leaving the bakery. Why do you think that we had a considerable increase in the sales in these six months that you have been working with me? Do you believe that people had suddenly started to enjoy my products? Of course, my cakes are the best ones in the area, as you always says, but it’s your beautiful and captivating smile what attracts the clients, Aiba. Or have you never noticed the amount of schoolgirls and even married women that go there just to see you?”

“That’s not true, Riida…”

“I’m sorry, I’m late!” Sho’s voice reached them, loud and charming. “The meeting took longer than I expected.”

“What about Jun?” Nino asked, making Aiba’s heart race.

“I’m here” Jun answered, entering the place. “I’m sorry, I’m late” his smile disappeared from his face in the moment he saw Masaki.

“Don’t worry, we have just arrived as well” Ohno said, with a smile. “Make yourself comfortable, Jun-kun, so we can order, ok? I’m starving! Please, order anything you want…”

Jun sat beside Aiba, the only unoccupied place at the table, but didn’t dare to face him, pretending to be too engrossed by the menu. From time to time, he glanced at him, admiring his handsome face and the fascinating smile directed to the others.

As if he wasn’t there…

“Nino told me you are celebrating 33 years old, Masaki. I would never guess… You look much younger” Sho commented before biting a very generous piece of meat.

“You’re too kind, Sho-kun.”

“I wonder why we have never met each other before.”

“Because the super photographer is too snob to visit his friends’ business. How long has it been since you last came to my bakery?” Ohno interfered, pretending to be hurt.

“I’m so sorry for this, Satoshi” Sho apologized placing his hand over his friend’s one. “I have been really busy recently. You know how much I love your breads…”

“And the cakes, and the pies and the cookies… You like anything as long as it’s edible, Sho-kun…” joked Nino.

“Eating well is one of the best things in life, Nino.”

Taking advantage that his friends had engaged in a gastronomic discussion, Jun finally had the guts to face Masaki who was watching in astonishment the special bond between his friends.

“I wouldn’t come if I knew we would be celebrating your birthday. Sho just told me it was a dinner. I really didn’t mean to bother you by imposing my presence…” he apologized with honesty.

“It’s all right, Matsumoto” Aiba said in a soft voice while putting a piece of meat in his dish. “You are not feeding yourself well…”

Jun looked at him, melting. Since the moment when the first pieces of meat had gotten ready, he had tasted one or two pieces, but he didn’t have much appetite, preferring the company of his beer. He would never guess that Aiba was paying attention to him. So, his fake ex-boyfriend cared about him after all? Even after all the pain he had caused him?

He felt his heart jumping into his chest, warmed by the slightest of the hopes.

“Aiba, Shun came after me…”

“I don’t want to know, Matsumoto. I don’t care about what happens between you and Oguri-kun” the birthday boy rushed to say. He didn’t want to hear Jun saying that he had finally settled things with the man he loved. “Please, don’t ruin my night. I haven't celebrated my birthday for years. Can’t we just… have fun?”

Jun nodded, feeling like a fool. Of course that Aiba wasn't feeling the same way he was. He had made it quite clear when he had written in that last clause of their contract that he wasn’t willing to get involved with him.

What happened between them hadn't been nothing but business.

With his heart broken, he saw the rest of the dinner go as it was supposed to: Sho, Nino and Satoshi chatting excitedly and, once in a while, including he and Masaki in the talk to make it less obvious that they had set up that meeting to bring them together again. He also watched the man with whom he was madly in love – but with who he couldn’t get involved because of his own stupidity – overdoing on his drinks, maybe for being too excited with the party. He barely tasted the cake that Ohno had prepared specially for him.

In the end of the night, he found himself in front of Aiba’s apartment – with him hanging on his shoulder – trying to open the door.

He carried his heavy body to bed and placed him gently over it. Only then, he worried about getting rid of their shoes.

Masaki fidgeted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. Matsumoto covered him and fixed a lock of hair, moving it away from his eyes.

Just then, he stopped to contemplate his perfect features. He smiled in admiration when he considered the absurd contrast established between his appearance and his mood. Lying there, looking like a fragile child, who he wished he could shelter no matter what, he looked nothing like the determined, free and confident man he had fallen in love with, maybe at first sight.

His beautiful and innocent expression was the same he had found adorning his couch the day they had first met. In that moment, he hadn’t understood the heat that had taken over him as soon as he saw him, the will to know more about him.

He wondered now if, when he introduced him as his boyfriend to Shun, he was really worried about preserving his pride or if he had just expressed a wish of his heart. Even if it was too soon, he couldn’t deny how much Masaki had messed with him, exciting his curiosity as no one, even Oguri, hadn’t done in a very long time.

If he could go back in time…

In the name of his stupid pride, he had hurt him and, because of that, maybe he could never again feel the touch of his lips, neither taste the sweetness of his audacious body.

That was when he made his decision. He wouldn’t give up this time. Even if he were rejected, he wouldn't repress his love any longer, specially this time, when he was absolutely sure of his feelings.

He loved that man full of himself, with his charismatic smile and his sweet but insolent kiss
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He only realized he was crying when he felt a tear running over the skin of his face.

He analyzed the condition of the birthday boy and deduced that he would be fine. With just a good night of sleep, he wouldn’t even have to worry about a hangover in the next day. Therefore, he decided to leave. Even because he was sure that his presence would be the last thing he would like to find when he finally woke up. He leaned over him, resonating softly, completely oblivious to Jun’s thoughts, and placed a soft and almost chaste kiss in the fleshy lips.

He was already moving away when he felt a strong pressure around his wrist.

“If you are going to kiss me, Jun-chan, do it properly…” Masaki ordered, pulling him closer once again.

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Aiba adjusted the cake newly made by Satoshi in the showcase. The sweet and appealing smell of chocolate spread in the air, renewing his energies. So good…

Then, he started mopping the balcony. That was when he felt his cellphone vibrating in his pocket. When he saw the name in the screen, he twisted his face in distaste.

No matter how much he tried to lie to himself, he couldn’t prevent his heart of beating anxiously each time he received Jun's calls, which had been happening quite frequently in the last days, even if he rejected each one of them.

No, he wasn’t mad at him. He was angry with himself for his relapse in the previous week.

What did that kiss mean? He, who had always been proud of his strong sense of self-esteem, had easily succumbed to a simple kiss… demanding more as an easy lay. He could say it had been the alcohol, but it was far from the truth. He had been longing for that since the moment he saw Jun in front of his house to wish him a happy birthday.

Fortunately, he regained his senses quickly and he got rid of Jun before he could lose control of his dignity for good.

Since then, his ex-boyfriend had sent him several messages, which he never answered. He didn’t want to keep in touch, he didn’t need to extend his suffering. What could he have to say? Did he want to thank him for helping him getting back with Oguri? Was that what he wanted to tell him in the restaurant?

No… He didn’t need, neither wanted to know.

He shook his head, trying to push away his fake ex-boyfriend from his head when he noticed a presence in the bakery.

He smiled, turning towards his client.

“Welcome!”

“Hello, Masaki…”

He blinked several times, trying to send away his hallucination. It surely couldn’t be real. Even though he still looked the same, there were traces of exhaustion and there were a few more wrinkles in the face that he hadn’t seen in thirteen years.

“Otou-san...”

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“Who do you think you are, Matsumoto, for you to meddle in my life like this?” Masaki yelled as soon as he invaded Jun’s office as a tsunami.

“I’m sorry, Matsumoto-san… He didn’t wait for me to announce him…”

“It’s all right. You can leave us alone now” Jun, reassured his secretary. As soon as she left the room, he stood up and took off his glasses to face an enraged Masaki.

“Can you tell me what you are talking about?”

“You didn’t have the right to go after my father! I never asked you to get involved in my problems!”

“I just wanted to help you! You were suffering and…”

“And this is my business!” he interrupted him with a shout. “You have nothing to do with my life!”

“Have you two met?” Jun asked, ignoring the barman’s fury. “Have you settled things?”

“Sure! We hugged and we apologized as if nothing had ever happened…” he answered with bitterness.

“Aiba…”

“What did you expect, Matsumoto? That things between my parents and I would be forgotten out of nothing? Do you think it’s easy to forget thirteen years of pain and loneliness?”

“I never thought it would be simple. However, someone needed to take the first step. I just tried to make him see the wonderful son he has…”

“You had no right!”

“You accused me of cowardice when I said I wouldn't fight for Shun, however, you have been doing the same thing for thirteen years!” Jun raised his voice for the first time. “You keep on running away from a definitive confrontation with your father!”

“I think you missed part of what I’ve told you. It was him who sent me away from home!”

“And you just left instead of trying to convince him that you were no sinner, that you weren’t doing anything wrong. Listen, Masaki, this happened thirteen years ago…”

“You will never get it…” he said, in a broken voice.

“I might have been a meddlesome. I’m sorry for this, but I couldn’t stand to see you suffering.”

“Why? Now you are going to say that you care about me?”

“You may not believe this, but it’s true.”

“Please, Matsumoto!”

“I do care!” he yelled. “I worry about you! I wanted to erase all the pains from your heart, Masaki… Do you think I like to see you taking a million jobs to pay a debt that isn’t even yours?”

“And what are you going to do about this? Are you going to pay my father’s debt as well?” he asked him with a bitter smile.

“I’ve considered doing it once” Jun confessed in a low voice. “I knew you wouldn’t like it, nonetheless…”

“Why not? You would make my life much easier. I could stop working so much. Instead, I could just repay you with sex… Isn’t it what you think of me?”

Jun stared at him, shocked. His expression was a mix of wrath and hurt.

“I’ve never saw you as a whore!”

“It’s not what it seemed to me when you offered me money soon after we had made love. Did you really believe that I was just doing my job, Jun-chan? That I could give myself to you because of a damned contract?”

“No, of course not! I never thought it could make you believe in such a thing. I had filled that envelope with money even before we went to Hakone. I never thought that we… I didn’t pay you for the night we have spent together. I had several reasons to give you more than we had agreed. I was grateful for your support; you were in need and I had enough; you were the one who made me realize how wrong I have been regarding my feelings for Shun and, mainly; because I believed it would be easier to move away from you if there were no more bonds between us."

“I can’t understand what you’re saying…”

“I didn’t want you to know that I had broken our contract. I was unable to fulfill the last clause, Masaki. I fell in love with you.”

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Title: Kareshi - Boyfriend for Rent
Author: Fabi & Dani (

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Translator: br_arashi Thank you ♥
Pairing: Junba (main), Ohmiya (mentioned)
Genre: Romance
Rating: PG-13 (This chapter)
Summary: 'One need a lover, the other need money... The only condition? Don't fall in love.'

Disclaimer: I don't own them, sadly ;-;

Just a reminder, English is not our first language so please be kind ♥

FINAL CHAPTER

Masaki felt his legs shaking and his emotions changed from annoyance to shock after hearing Jun’s last words.

“I have fallen in love with you!” Jun repeated, full of emotion. “At the ryokan, when I woke up with you in my arms, I felt so complete… I was attached to someone in a way I have never been before and I… I freaked out…”

Jun stared at Masaki with honesty in his eyes.

“All of a sudden, I wished that moment would last forever. However, it was the last day of our contract and, well… you had written a clause preventing us from falling in love…”

“To protect myself, Jun-chan! I didn’t want to get myself involved and have to say goodbye in the end. I believed that, if I managed to put an obstacle to our relationship, I wouldn’t get more attached to you than I already was.” He stopped, moisting his lips with a move of his tongue.

“Attached?”

“Yes. Since the day when I drove you home, drunk and broken, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. At first, I thought it was just out of simpathy, for knowing more than anyone the pain of being abandoned, discarded as trash… While I was nursing you, I felt a strong need of protecting you and, maybe because of that, I didn't have the heart to deny when you told Oguri that I was your boyfriend.”

Jun swallowed hard, his heart jumping inside his chest. He placed his hands over the table for support, afraid of crumbling down in front of Masaki. However, he was unable to prevent his tears from falling.

“When I left you at home, that morning, I believed I was getting out of your life as well. The truth, though, was that I have never stopped thinking about you… Your hurt expression, your kiss, your body entangled with mine at the shower… I couldn’t help but think how stupid was Oguri-san for letting you slip through his fingers. If it was me, I would keep you beside me forever… When you called me, inviting me for that lunch at the Chinese restaurant, I felt a shiver all over my body… For the first time in my life I felt anxious, wishing to see you more than anything.”

“Masaki…”

“However, you only wanted to hire my services” Masaki interrupted him, his voice full of emotions. “I considered sending you to hell, but I had a debt to cover in a few days and, considering that I didn’t have enough money, I decided to accept it. After all, it would be only for three weeks, it sounded like an easy money… I added the clause to try and convince myself that our relationship would be only professional. Nonetheless…”

Jun raised his eyebrows, hopeful.

“I never treated our relationship as fake, Jun-chan. Yes, I knew there was an expiry date, but, during all the time we’ve been together, I really gave everything I had… You were the first person to whom I’ve told my story, to whom I showed my weaknesses. Our dates, our kisses… they were all real. When I gave myself to you, it wasn’t only to comfort the man who had just witness the love of his life getting engaged to another person. It also wasn’t because of our contract or because I was looking for a casual sex. I… I was already in love with you, you idiot! I wasn’t able to fulfill that clause as well!”

“You were in love with me? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I believed you were in love with Oguri! You said it was time for this to come to an end, at the bar.”

“For the contract to come to an end! It wasn’t fair to get you even more involved in my problems and I thought you were tired of that situation. I wanted more than that… I wanted you; even if I wasn’t aware of that by then. When I realized, we were already apart and you didn’t want to see me anymore.”

“How did you think I felt when I saw all those money bills in the envelope while your were sending me away? I got back in time when my father placed a bunch of money in my hand, telling me to get out of his life! I felt rejected once again and that made me so angry… Besides, we had just made love… I felt so dirty, Jun-chan!”

“I never meant to offend you. I swear that not even for a minute it was my intention to hurt you. Maybe that’s what it seemed when I mentioned the “additional services”, but… Please, believe me…”

“It’s all right… It was my fault when I accepted being your boyfriend in exchange of money, for making a clause charging for kisses… I was the one who made you believe…”

“I never did this!” Jun yelled, enveloping Masaki in a tight hug. “I would never think anything bad of you. Quite the opposite! You are special, Masaki! I don’t know why you have never allowed anyone to know this so far… I know that, after being disowned by your parents, you ended up closing yourself to the world, afraid of getting attached to someone just to be abandoned once again… But, can’t you see it? It’s so easy to love you! Don’t deprive people of your company… I know it’s hard, but give your parents another chance. They seemed truly sorry for what they did.”

“It’s not that easy, Jun-chan…”

“I know it’s not. However, if you allow me, I can stay beside you all the way. It’s my time to support you, Masaki. Please, let me face your parents beside you… Let me show them that a homosexual relationship has nothing to do with promiscuity and sin. Quite the opposite, that it’s just a matter of love, as in any other relationship.”

“And how do you intend to do so? Will you pretend to be my boyfriend once again?”

Jun let him go, staring into his eyes.

“I don't plan to pretend this time around… and we won't need any contracts. I want you to be my real boyfriend.”

“No payments?”

“Not even a cent.”

“Well… I still have to pay off a debt and, taking out what I use to reserve for food and rent, there’s very little money left. You will still have to afford our dates…”

Jun smiled passionately.

“May I understand it as a yes?” he asked him, while entangling his arms around Masaki’s neck.

“What about Oguri?”

“Who is Oguri?” he joked, placing a kiss in the scented neck.

“I’m not joking, Jun…”

“Listen… When you showed up in my life, I finally understood what Shun meant to me. I like him, he is a great friend and I can’t and neither want to discard him from my life. Nonetheless, what I felt for him never got even close to the way I feel about you. I have no doubt about this and, for the first time in my life, I don’t want to hide my feelings. I love you, Masaki.”

The taller man sighed, feeling his body burning from head to toes.

“Ask me again, then…”

Jun smiled and held his hands.

“Would you like to date me?”

Masaki smiled back at him; tears of joy rolling over his face.

“Have I ever said that I love you too, Jun-chan?”

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“Ok, Aiba. Can you open the next button of your shirt?”

Masaki immediately complied to the request, without realizing that the gesture, slow and natural, was exhaling sensuality.

“Is it good like this?” he asked with a smile.

“Can you undo another one? I want to explore more this sexy side of yours…”

“Like this?”

“Perfect!” Sho exclaimed, shooting quickly with his camera. “Can you make a more sensual expression? Yes, just like this! Ok, it’s getting really good… Wow, Masaki! You're almost a professional! So handsome… Jun-chan is indeed a very lucky man!

“Ain’t I?” a voice sounded behind the photographer. “And you will be a dead man if you don’t stop flirting with my boyfriend!”

“Jun-chan! I didn’t know you would come!” Aiba shrieked, leaving his position in order to greet his boyfriend.

Jun gave him a soft kiss in the lips, while closing the buttons of the shirt he was wearing.

“The purpose of this photoshoot is to show the W/ME collection, Sho-chan. It’s not a sensual shooting! Why is Masaki’s chest exposed?”

Sho laughed.

“Why can’t you stop being so old-fashioned, Jun-kun? I’m just showing the real style of your clothes: comfortable and sexy.”

“Listen, Sho-chan…”

“Matsumoto!” Masaki shouted, annoyed. “Haven’t we agreed that you wouldn’t meddle into my work anymore?”

“Yes, but…”

“So you can go back to your office if you don’t want to see this. However, I’ve said it once and I’m saying it again, in case you have forgotten: no hissy fit of my boyfriend will ever make me fail my duty at work! Can we proceed, Sho-chan?” he asked, once again opening the first buttons of his shirt.

Jun sighed in defeat. He still had to learn how to refrain his impulsivity.

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Jun nodded his approval in face of the portfolio he was looking with thoroughly attention.

“These pieces are very good!” he complimented, taking off his glasses and staring at Oguri, who was sat in front of him, at the other side of the table. “They will be perfect when exposed during the fashion show.”

“Some of these works were already awarded and others have a great potential to be portrayed in the greatest art galleries around the country.” Shun smiled with satisfaction. “Mayumi has selected the best works from her school for this project, including her father’s best painting according to the critics. I believe that our partnership will be a success, Jun.”

“You are right, Shun-kun. I have already designed almost the entire collection and Sho is already selecting the casting. Soon, we can start our marketing campaign.”

“I have already notified some magazines of the industry. Fashion Star will release a note talking about the project in their next edition. Have they already contacted you for the interview?”

“My secretary told me they had scheduled it for tomorrow. I’m anxious! The sooner we let the media aware of our idea, the better.”

“Yes, this is important. And here are the authorizations for the works you have chosen to print on your clothes” Oguri said, handing a bundle of papers to the stylist.

“Thank you! I’ll start to work on this as soon as possible” He smiled, while analyzing the documents. “Hara-san will return from
Paris this week, won’t she? I need her to help me in the process. After all, it’s her art that will be exposed in my clothes.”

“Yes, she is coming back on Tuesday…” Oguri started, but was unable to end his speech, interrupted by the sound of the door opening.

“Hello, Baby!”

“Masaki!” exclaimed Jun, completely surprised.

“Oh… I’m sorry. I had no idea you had company, Jun-chan” he said, with a fake embarrassed tone. “How have you been, Oguri-san?”

Jun would have laughed if he wasn’t so surprised, trying to figure out that scene. First, Masaki had never entered his office in such a tempestuous way. His boyfriend always asked his secretary if he was busy before announcing himself and he had never meddled in his business so far.

He felt a new emotion taking over him, a satisfaction he never had the opportunity to experience before. Could Masaki be jealous of Shun?

“Well… I don’t want to bother you” Aiba said after greeting the writer and turning his whole attention to the owner of the office. “I just came to inform you that I just came back from a meeting with Yuusuke. And guess what, Baby? I’ve handed him the last installment of the debt!”

“Really?” asked Jun with pure joy. “Does it mean that you will finally leave these sporadic works and dedicate more time to your boyfriend?”

“I’ve always had time for you…” He answered, sitting on Jun’s lap unceremoniously and placing a hand over his shoulder.

“But, you know… If it was for me, I would spend my whole time beside you.”

“And lose your anxious expression when I arrive at home after spending the whole day apart? No… I won’t let the bakery, neither the bar. However, I promise I won’t do anything but this.”

“You promise? Do you swear you won’t do any more campaigns for Sho?”

“I won’t deny that the money was providential and it had been quite fun for a while, but I’m not a model, Jun-chan. I wasn’t born to stay in front of the camera.”

“Well… not in front of Sho’s camera. What reminds me, Shun-kun, regarding the casting…” He was unable to conclude his plans.

The chair previously occupied by Oguri was now empty.

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If they asked him the number of times he had crossed that room in the last hour, Jun would never guess. Even though Masaki had sent him a message, confirming that he was already on his way, he couldn’t help but worry.

He offered to go with him, but his boyfriend had asked him to let him face his parents alone, at least this time. He still tried to argue with him, however, Nino, Ohno and Sho had convinced him to trust his boyfriend’s decision.

Alone at home, it was hard for him to keep his promise and it took him a superhuman effort to control himself. Only when he noticed the door handle moving he finally felt his heart at ease.

“Tadaima…” said Masaki with a smile, placing a key holder in his boyfriend’s hand. “Thank you for lending me the car, Jun-chan.”

“Don’t mention it. Tell me, though… how was dinner?” he asked, taking his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him towards the sofa.

“We talked” he answered calmly. “My mother prepared my favorite dishes and my brother was there as well, with his wife and daughter.”

“So, everything is fine now? Have you clarified things with your dad?”

“We didn’t argue, which is certainly a good start. However, things will never be the same, Jun-chan. I felt an outsider in that house… even though things were exactly the way I left. Maybe a different furniture here and there, but… the essence was the same.”

“Things will get better” he said, placing a hand on Masaki’s leg. “You’re still too hurt, but at least now you have taken the first step, right?”

“Yes… They asked me to return whenever I want. I said that, next time, I would take you with me. If they aren't able to accept you, Jun, I have no more reasons to return there. I won’t deny who I am, neither hide the person I love” he said gently, caressing his partner’s face with his hand.

Jun smiled and held the warm hand against his face.

“I love you so much, you know?” He took it to his lips, kissing it softly.

Masaki smiled, thankful. Then, he pulled the man’s body towards himself, taking him into a passionate kiss. Jun accommodated himself over his legs, sitting right in front of him. He raised his arms in order to help his boyfriend to strip him off his white shirt. After that, he felt the plump lips he loved so much playing with his neck, hungry.

Without interrupting their kiss, Masaki stood up with him on his arms and took him to the bedroom placing him gently over the bed.

They made love. Fondly at times, urgently at another times, moving their bodies according to their desires, to their instincts. This time, Masaki was the one to take over the sex, moving inside Jun slow but intensely, making him remember all the possible sensations his body could provide him.

Later, when his boyfriend was already sleeping in his arms, Masaki cried in silence, thankful and passionate. He owed Jun much more than he would be capable to repay him one day. He loved him in a way he would never be able to love anyone else. In a way he never believed it could be possible to love someone. It was the stylist who made him trust people again, who made him see that he was worthy being loved. For as long as he could, for as long as his boyfriend wanted him, he would never leave his side.

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When he woke up in the morning, after only a few hours, Jun still could feel the effects of Masaki’s actions over him, in all his pores.

His perfume, his sweat, his taste… everything was still impregnated on his skin, refusing to leave him, imposing themselves in a possessive way.

He cuddled even more against his boyfriend's body, maybe to confirm that he was real, that he wasn’t just fantasizing all this, having a good dream. Masaki moved behind him, squeezing him in his arms.

“What time is it?” he asked in a lazy voice.

“Eight and twenty six” Jun answered after checking on the digital clock over his bedside table.

“I need to go back home…”

“Why are you taking that long to move in?” he asked, facing his boyfriend with a serious expression.

“We have already discussed it, Jun-chan” he replied, returning his honest look. “It’s too early. We have been dating for only six months and…”

“I thought it was enough time for you to be sure about our relationship…” he said, sitting at the bed, bothered.

“I am sure about us. Geez! It’s the only certain thing I have in my life right now” he stated, sitting as well and hugging his boyfriend from behind.

“So, why are you hesitating? I wanted to sleep and wake up with you every day! Please, Masaki! We will only make things easier… You're practically living here, anyway. Keeping that rental apartment is just an unnecessary expense, right? Besides, you are so disorganized and…”

“That’s exactly why I’m reluctant. I love you, Jun, and I don’t want us to spend our precious time arguing because the towel is out of place or because I forgot my jacket over the chair…”

“I’m not that neurotic, Masaki…”

“You keep on cleaning my apartment!”

“To help you! You work so hard, it’s no big deal for me to clean it. You’re only making up excuses. Let’s give it a try, ok?”
Masaki sighed.

“Are you sure?”

“Nothing would make me happier!” he answered with a victorious smile.

“Jun… You will have to promise me you won’t make a fuss if I start accumulating the laundry or squeezing the toothpaste by the center… As for myself, I can try and be more careful…”

“Is it a yes?”

“You know that, in the end, you will have to clean up my mess, don’t you?”

“I don’t mind. I’m fond of house chores. I have to warn you that I’m quite expensive, nonetheless…”

“3,600 yens for the service?

Jun smiled at the memory.

“Almost as much. You just have to trade yens for passionate kisses.”

“Hummm…” Masaki looked up, pretending to consider. “It seems a fair price to me. However… I’m a little broken lately. May I pay it in installments?”

“Ok” Jun pushed his boyfriend on the bed, climbing over him. “I have to warn you that the taxes are high, though. It might take a long time for you to pay off your debt.”

“This might be a complication. How long do you think it might take?”

“How about the rest of our lives?” he asked, pecking his boyfriend's lips.

“If that’s how it’s going to be, I believe I should start paying my debt now…” Masaki said, invading Jun’s mouth with lust while opening his legs to help their bodies fit.

“I love you, Masaki!”

“I love you too, my adorable boyfriend…”

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