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Dreamscape	By : sakurazukamori6 Category: +M to R > Mirage of Blaze Views: 18142 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: This chapter was inspired by the thought, �hmm, how would Chiaki react if he knew that Takaya and Naoe had gotten together?� and so do not blame me for the goofiness that followed that thought. Just try to keep in mind that Chiaki is one of Naoe�s friends, and that it would be pretty rough to watch your friend get continually and brutally turned down for four hundred years by the same person. Wouldn�t it be a relief to see that person finally get the one he�s been pining for, right? And wouldn�t you be a little smug and sadistic for your friend and rub it in the nose of the person whose been turning them down all the time�no? Or was that just me? This chapter takes place the next day and school is back on.
�Hey Takaya, are you feeling alright? You�re walking kind of funny today.� Yuzuru�s innocent question seemed to thud through the air like a hard-backed book plopping on the floor, and Takaya turning in his desk to stare horrified at his friend, went red in the face.
The whole classroom seemed to get deathly quiet at Yuzuru�s concerned query and Takaya panicking, glanced around at his classmates to see if Yuzuru�s question had gone on unnoticed. He was hoping against blind hope that when he saw his classmates that they would all be focusing on their assignment and not him. They should be solely focused on the translation of text that they had been given by Mr. Shirow. Yes, it was very hard, very mind-consuming, nobody would be paying any attention to him, he was sure of it, they were all too busy writing down their answers-
Unfortunately for him they were all staring at him.
Like he had a second head.
Yuzuru blinking at the attention, turned back to Takaya, �Did you fall down and hurt yourself?�
Takaya shifting his glare around the room because that was all he could do--glare at these nosy bastards and hope they understood that if they didn�t want to visit the hospital today, they would go back to their translations, and stop fucking gawking at him like he had a second head.

�Maybe you should go down to the nurse,� Yuzuru, for the life of him, would not shut up and Takaya turning around to face his friend, shook his head tensely at him.

�Okay.� Yuzuru went back to his translation like he hadn�t just blabbed Takaya�s business to the entire class, and Takaya still disbelieving of what had transpired here, rolled his eyes at his best friend. He was more than sure that the class had reacted the way they did to the question because of Yuzuru�s lack of volume control. Yeah, they had no clue as to why he was walking funny. They didn�t have a clue and feeling reassured, Takaya got ready to go back to his translation--or better yet, his nap--however, before he could situate himself rightly in his seat, who was he to catch watching him, none other than Chiaki. Oh fuck!
Takaya was more than sure that his fellow classmates couldn�t understand, or piece together Yuzuru�s words, because they weren�t privy to the context of his life. No one was, except for bastards, who seemed to know him better than he knew himself. It was too much for his classmates to understand, but Chiaki was a different story. An entirely different story, especially with the way he was staring him down like he could see right through him. Oh dear Buddha, he wished that the fire alarm could go off right now, anything to get away from the prying and analytical stare.
No. He had to calm himself. Chiaki couldn�t know just by that. There had to be more evidence pointing out that his virginity was no longer intact and that Naoe was the person responsible for that. There had to be.
Takaya didn�t know it yet, but it was currently in the form of a huge hickey not covered by the collar of his shirt, a huge hickey that was blatantly staring Chiaki in the face.
He starred at Takaya, he stared at the hickey that wasn�t covered by the collar of the boy�s shirt, and then without any decorum for class quiet, he burst out laughing. Oh and how he laughed. The class got quiet again because Chiaki--a person who in their eyes was so mature, so mannered, so classy--was currently hitting his desk and simultaneously trying not to roll out of it, as he clutched his sides, and prayed that he wasn�t going to die from laughing. The scowl Takaya was sending his way made him laugh even harder because Takaya--Kagetora, his past commander, who had preached about military tactics like it was a religion, who probably had a twenty foot poll up his ass twenty-four-seven, and made their lives a living hell�was currently sporting a hickey and a blush. Damn, it�d taken four-fucking hundred years for the bastard to get laid. Chiaki felt like applauding his warlord and now classmate, but he still couldn�t get over the traumatized/violated expression on his face so he continued to laugh.
He reached into his pocket after a while, and retrieved the cell phone from his satchel, because if there was ever a time to use this technological monstrosity, it would have to be right the hell now. He raised his hand; like a good student should and Mr. Shirow scratching his head at the strange behavior of one of his best pupils, let him leave the classroom.
Chiaki was already dialing Haruie�s cell phone when he had reached the classroom door, and turning around to look at Takaya once more, he burst into another fit of laughter as he exited the room.
Takaya grimaced as he could still hear the fucker cackling out in the hallway.

Oh the agony! Putting his head down on his desk, Takaya tried to make himself as small as possible, as Chiaki, not even a minute had passed, was sliding the door open and entering the classroom smugly, like he himself had been the one to take Takaya�s virginity.
Makes sense that something like this would finally make the emotionless bastard laugh.
He was still grinning at Takaya, like it was his fucking birthday when he made his way to his seat, and Takaya had to put up with an hour of whistling and paper airplanes thrown --Accidentally!-- his way with messages like, �Are you walking alright?� or �I think you getting laid makes you look less fat� or �Is it just me or do those birds outside sound happier?� So it was on the fourth message of �You were probably on your back the entire time� that Takaya had suddenly snapped and gone straight for Chiaki�s throat, so he could choke the bastard to death, and make the word Possessor obsolete, since this ass would never be able to possess anything more than an eraser when he was done with him. It had taken five students and one loud scream from Saori to pull him away from the still laughing Chiaki. He was sent outside by peace-loving Mr. Shirow to think about what he had done.
Takaya for the rest of the period had though about what he should have done, like using his spiritual energy to make Chiaki explode into tiny piece that could be disposed of with a dustpan and broom.
The rest of the day hadn�t been any easier, since his ass was killing him and the effort to try and walk normal in front of everyone was taxing enough without Yuzuru and Saori asking him every fucking minute if he had hurt himself further when he had tried to choke Chiaki-san. They were all bastards, every last one of them, and he would see to it that they would feel his wrath, come Friday morning, when he wasn�t limping around. He would bring upon their heads a plague of unprecedented proportions, but by the mean time he had to get home, so he could mope properly.

Chiaki, who Takaya was sure was some half-crazed Sadist, had cut him off in the front of the student parking lot and was now with the biggest-shit-eating grin asking Takaya, if he could indeed make it home in his �condition.� He then went onto further anger him by calling to the stands his bike, which he said was probably further aggravating his �condition.� Somebody was going to die a horribly gory death if they didn�t stop calling his sex life his �condition.�
Then to make his life even more wonderful, Naoe had shown up--in a new car--and when he saw Chiaki bastard, he came out of that new, spiffy car and walked over to him. He had apparently to Takaya�s delight come to pick him up from school, and Chiaki looking like he was about to die if he didn�t comment, or do anything about this marvelous opportunity, smiled mysteriously at Naoe and asked him if he knew about Takaya�s �condition�. Then he went on to make horribly suggestive jokes, which had Naoe by the end doubtless that Chiaki knew that he had boned Takaya several times yesterday.
All of this would have been enough for Takaya, but for some reason it didn�t stop there because gradually classmates that he knew-- a lot of them girls, probably drawn to Naoe and his nice car and his good looks--were circling them like vultures and eavesdropping like nobody�s business. Takaya was sure that some of them overheard Chiaki�s jokes because they were blushing and cooing to their friends that they didn�t know a gentleman like Chiaki possessed such a mouth.
Naoe throughout all of this looked enviously much more calmer than he, and when Chiaki had gone for the kill and patted Naoe on the back and asked him when he was putting a ring on Takaya�s finger--this guy had no shame--he had laughed at Chiaki--like it was funny!!!--and told Chiaki that if he didn�t stop messing with Takaya that he would very stealthily run him over with his nice, new, spiffy car.
Both of them shared a good laugh and then Chiaki said his goodbyes, for fear of hit and run--GTA style--to Takaya�s supreme relief.

All in all, he had a craptastic day.

Oh and did he mention that someone had scratched his bike. It was small, but to him it was like a big, red, angry bulls eye on his precious cherry-red Kawasaki bike. Some twit, who didn�t know the uses of the review mirror had probably backed up wrong and nicked it. Nicked it! Takaya had stood there for sometime looking at the damage and remembering a time when his back didn�t have a scratch on it. Then Takaya looking between the two cars parked on either side of his bike, picked one, and then went on to aggressively kick the shit out of the side panel. He dented the car good before Naoe had time to wrestle him away from the unfortunate Honda and pull him into his new-dent-and knick-free-car and drive him home.

�Takaya, I don�t think I�ve ever seen you so mad in my entire life. I�d like to think that your enemies get dealt that bad luck, but cars Takaya?�

Takaya, who had been dazedly looking out his window, shifted his eyes so he could catch Naoe�s reflection in the review mirror. �I had my reasons.� Takaya snipping at him, leaned forward on the elbow that was perched on the open window so he could get more of the evening�s cool breeze on his face, �A lot of reasons, other than idiots smashing into my bike.�
Naoe turning to him and smiling his placating smile told him good-naturedly, �Hardly the thrashing you make it out to be. I couldn�t even notice this smashing�-
Takaya snapped his head in his direction. �It�s not even about that! I�uh,� Takaya scowled at him, pouted, grumbled something under his breath and then turned back to continue staring out the window.
It was pretty clear that Takaya�s problems were no longer centered on his precious bike, so if he had to guess, it had to be the things Nagahide had been saying.
�You aren�t mad about what Chiaki was�- Before Naoe could even finish his question, Takaya had seized upon it as if he had been a fish baited to a shore by tasty grub.

�For the entire day that asshole was rubbing it in my face, like I frickin shot a baby, or stole from a homeless guy. Nice friends you got there, Naoe. Remind me why I don�t exorcise his undead ass because I sure as hell don�t know the reason why he�s still allowed to walk around and disturb the peace with his stupid butt face.�
It took most of Naoe�s fine-tuned control to not laugh at the boy mid-rant, especially when he had just called Nagahide, what was it�ah yes�stupid butt face. The next time he saw his friend, he would have to inform him of his new nickname, well that is, if Takaya let the brunette live this day out.

It had really been a surprise to hear Nagahide speak in such a way to Takaya, especially when the man had always been so formal with the Lord. Naoe had suspected a long time ago that Nagahide didn�t really like Kagetora too much, and his suspicions had been proven true when Haruie had on by accident said something about Nagahide always avoiding their Lord like the Ebonic plague. It had come as a shock because he, who loved Kagetora just couldn�t understand why one of his best friends wasn�t also completely taken in by their charismatic lord. He couldn�t fathom it. It was unthinkable, and so he had confronted Nagahide about it because there was no way, it had to be a mistake, especially since Nagahide was one of the man�s generals and served him just as dutifully as the rest of them.
Nagahide, upon being confronted had rolled his eyes at him and told him to hurry up and go back to his master, unless he wanted his beloved owner to see him fraternizing with someone else. That had hurt Naoe. Haruie a couple of years later, when the war with Nobunaga was in full thrall and he was obediently chasing after his Lord, had come to him one quiet night from her barracks and asked him some strange questions. It had become painfully obvious to everyone around him that he was fanatically loyal to his Lord, but it was not obvious to everyone around that he was suffering quietly from decades of unrequited love. Haruie had confronted him about it that day and asked him if he could go on living that way for the rest of his life. He�d been optimistically foolish back then and had told Haruie that she was being overbearing for no reason. It wasn�t until she had started warning him that he felt her hit a nerve and he gotten very cross with her. She continued because she told him beseechingly that he needed to hear these things, that as his friend he should try to hear her out. She had also told him that Nagahide, for reasons that she could totally sympathize with, didn�t like Kagetora because plainly put he was an ass. Now his rotten personality, she had reminded Naoe, still didn�t mean that she didn�t respect the guy, because she did, she trusted him with her life, with their mission and with everything else. The only thing that she didn�t trust him with was�well�Naoe. Nagahide felt the same way, because they had both witnessed how Kagetora on a daily basis would play with his feelings. It was the very reason that Nagahide felt distasteful toward the Lord. She, on the other hand had really tried to get along with him on the basis that if Naoe idolized the guy then there had to be some good points about his personality. Something. She�d seen that he would die for his men, that he led them in battle with a steady hand and tried to prepare them as much as possible and those were good points, great points�if Naoe was a battlefield and not a person who was looking for love and acceptance from a man he respected and cared and pined for. Kagetora was clearly using his love against him, and when Minako had been introduced onto the stage of this tragedy, and Naoe had been completely spurned, both her and Nagahide had tried to put back the pieces.
He was always very thankful for their support and he had also tried to give mutual support to his friends in their times of need, which was why he didn�t like the idea that his friends didn�t care personally for Kagetora because of his own shortcomings. So when Nagahide was again being formal and even more blatantly disrespectful to Takaya upon the first meetings here and there, Naoe had thrown away his ideal that his friends and his Lord could get along.
That had been back then, but then he had gradually began to see Takaya not as Kagetora, but as Takaya, and this change in perspective with the boy seemed to slowly shift--if he had read his friend right--Nagahide�s treatment of Takaya. Not too much, but still enough where they didn�t glare at each other anymore, well not openly anyway. Which brought him to his next point, this strange behavior that Nagahide had directed towards Takaya today. He had never seen the other man joke around Takaya, had never seen him crack even a smile or willingly seek Takaya out.
�God Naoe, you should have seen how he was acting in my second period class. He was laughing the entire time, might as well have started pointing at me the way he was going at it, and then, jeez, the nerve of the guy going out in the hallway to�call Haruie on his cell and�I don�t even wanna know what he told her.�

Oh oh. It didn�t look like Takaya was going to be the only one harassed if Haruie had gotten the news. Dear god, he just hoped Haruie wasn�t overloading his answering machine just because she wanted to rub it in his face. He was kind of surprised that she had restrained herself thus far since his business cell hadn�t gotten prank called even once today. He�d like to think that it was because Haruie was maturing�but that seemed highly unlikely given his friend�s personality.
�I�m gonna cream that fucker the next time I see him. Right in his stupid face. We�ll see whose on his back��
�Takaya?�
Takaya turned to look at him strangely, like he hadn�t known that he was mumbling out loud, �Oh, nothing.�
Nothing? He doubted that, and based on all the�ahem inappropriate jokes Nagahide had made at Takaya�s expense, he could only guess what Takaya suffered the brunt of during his second period class, but even though Takaya was so miffed about his run-in with the brunette, Naoe couldn�t feel himself irritated by his friend. Actually he was in a way relieved because again--if he was reading the signs right-- Nagahide in his own way was trying to be�friendlier with Takaya. He supposed this had something--everything--to do with Takaya actually reciprocating his feelings after a four hundred year game of cat and mouse. He couldn�t say he was cross with his friend, not at all, it was nice to see that he had people on his side.
Naoe with a slow smile, ducked his head to the side to make it look like he was trying to see if any cars were approaching him from behind in his side review mirror as he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment complex that was Takaya�s home.
They exited the car quietly and took the stairs to Takaya�s apartment, which was pretty high up. Takaya invited him inside and was already kicking off his sneakers and taking off his school blazer as Naoe unlaced his shoes and slipped them off to place them neatly by the door. He heard Takaya call out to his sister loudly, �Miya? You home dork,� and when he hadn�t gotten an answer, the boy strolled over to the refrigerator and started going through it.

�Hey Naoe, you want somethin� to drink?� Takaya pulled out a soda for himself and looking at the older man for his reply was given a simple shake of the head.
�Okay then.� Naoe watched Takaya exit his kitchen and make his way to his bedroom, his socked feet padding along and disappearing into his room. Naoe couldn�t help but smile at the teenager, it was always a relief to see Takaya relaxed, to see him comfortable and in a state of peace, especially when Takaya always seemed like he was agitated. He could understand how much stress the boy was under daily; a teenager�s life was always stressful with teachers and guidance counselors� expectations and pressure bearing down on each student. It was hard enough dealing with that alone, but Takaya had other responsibilities, even more pressing than his education, so Naoe knew--could sense and practically feel--Takaya�s tenseness always with him. He carried it around like it was apart of his body, an extension of his soul, like if severed he wouldn�t be Takaya again, but some soft kid and not the rough boy he had grown up to be. Watching Takaya enter his apartment had almost been like watching a light switch turn on in a dark room. It had been such a change from his usual tautness that the saying everyman�s home was his castle never was truer. Of course, Takaya would be able to loosen up in his home; if he didn�t then there was obviously something wrong with him. He had only been here a couple of times before, but his first and last impression of the apartment was that it was cozy and very neat, especially the kitchen. With it�s yellow tiles and cupboards, its wooden table and red cushioned chairs, and clean scented floor. The living room, which was an extension of the kitchen, was yet another amazing example of how far a woman�s touch could go. Takaya�s sister would obviously make a good wife.

Naoe could hear Takaya shuffling back out of his bedroom, the soda finished, and his backpack put away. He stared at Naoe strangely before motioning for the older man to follow him.
It was also very obvious how bad Takaya was at playing host. Naoe thought evilly that Takaya would make a very bad wife, and following behind him, he couldn�t help but wonder what Takaya would have said if he�d voiced that thought aloud.
Upon entering Takaya�s room, he could faintly smell cologne in the air, something that wasn�t too strong for a boy his age, and that was mixed in with other scents, starched cotton, rubber and leather from his helmet and ridding gloves, and the oil from the tools that were mostly likely used to work on his bike and were in a box next to his closet.

He had never been in Takaya�s room before, those few times that he had come by, it was usually to pick him up with the intention of going on another mission, and when Miya kindly invited him in, Takaya would hurry himself and him out of the apartment before the girl could even offer him a drink.
He�d never minded, it was Takaya�s sacred space and he would not intrude upon it anymore than he had. Plus he understood that Takaya was never fully comfortable with his presence, and that entering in the boy�s room would maybe seem like too much of a violation on his part. However, those kind of things didn�t matter anymore--well not too much, Takaya in time would get use to his presence, he couldn�t rush their new relationship--and to show proof of that, he had been let into the sanctuary of Takaya�s home with all the casualness of a innkeeper showing a guest to his room. Naoe, not at all fazed by the boy�s flat enthusiasm, chose to concentrate more on the deeper meaning behind his acceptance into Takaya�s bedroom.
He could see a console system and some controllers lying tangled in a heap, a stack of videogames right next to it. There were comics on the bed and an open history book among the rumpled sheets, and Naoe didn�t even have to look at the contents to know what Takaya was looking up. A basketball was peeking out from under the bed, not to mention other sports paraphernalia, a baseball glove, running shoes, some small weights. A bike magazine was open on his desk and some pages had been thorn out. A picture of what Naoe thought was Takaya�s ideal bike was lopsidedly pined to the wall, next to his calendar.
In general Takaya�s room was the paragon of every teenage boy, well except posters of pin-ups, although Naoe was sure that scattered around here somewhere, there had to be some porn. He didn�t think Takaya was completely uninterested in the female of the sex; he just seemed too immature to be able to rightly appreciate them.

All in all, Takaya was every much the little boy that Naoe had figured him to be--his room suggesting that much more than his behavioral tantrums--and Naoe couldn�t help but think that it was kind of cute.
�You look like you want to run.� Takaya flopping down on his bed, made himself comfortable.
�No, it�s just as I expected.� Takaya rolled his eyes and without meaning to, his eyesight had drifted slightly to the side, before unexpectedly his gaze looked startled.
�Takaya?� The boy snapped his attention back to him, like nothing had happened, but he had gotten up a little too quickly and walked stiffly over to his desk. He turned his back to it. �Ah Naoe, you should go make yourself comfortable.� Takaya motioned towards the bed and Naoe noticing the young man�s strange behavior did what he was told. He sat on the bed, only to see Takaya trying to silently turn his swivel chair so that it faced the inside of the desk. Naoe could see the sleeve of a black suit jacket dangling from the side of the chair.

He didn�t have to guess what Takaya was trying to hide.
Takaya feigned innocence and Naoe smiling at him patted the side of mattress next to him. Takaya gave him a skeptical look and then he was walking over and sitting down next to him. This way at least Takaya could spot his folly on his own without Naoe pointing it out. Takaya saw his mistake with the sleeve and then looked over to Naoe to see if the man had noticed. Naoe smiled pleasantly at him and nodded his head toward the desk.
�You don�t have to be embarrassed.� Takaya made a pained sound, like he was dying and then a frustrated groan. �I�m not�embarrassed. If anything you should be embarrassed.� Naoe looking at Takaya couldn�t piece together enough wits to see where the boy was going with this. �I mean, it�s your jacket and you gave it to me before setting off like some kind of lone samurai riding off into the sun.� Takaya looked at him again with that same, pained, embarrassed expression and then when he noticed the blank look on Naoe face; he slapped a hand to his forehead.

Lone Samurai? He didn�t know if the comparison was a compliment or a jeer, considering that in the past they had been attacked by the ghosts of dead Samurai.
�Uh just,� Takaya got up, grabbed the jacket from its slump in his chair and then threw it at the older man, �Just take the damn thing.�
Takaya shuffled back to his side and sat down hesitantly next to him, eyeing the jacket like it was going to jump up, latch onto his face, and suck the spiritual energy from his bones. He also looked like he wanted to take it back.
Naoe thought that with every passing minute, Takaya was becoming cuter and cuter.
He dusted out the jacket and then fingering the lapels, he held it out in front of him. He then, turning to Takaya slipped the jacket on his shoulders like he had done on the pier.
Takaya didn�t look like he had been expecting him to do that.
�You keep it. It looks better on you than it ever did on me.� He fixed the collar properly to lay down flat and then bringing his other hand up, he brushed some hair out of Takaya�s face. Takaya with a blush had grabbed onto his fingers before they could pull away, his index and middle finger now held in the warm palm of Takaya�s hand. It tugged him closer, closer to the boy until all he could see was a deep serpentine green as it glowed darkly in the light. Takaya was leaning forward and he met him halfway, their lips touching timidly until Takaya had opened his mouth in one moist breath and languidly sucked his tongue inside. He closed his mouth, held Naoe�s tongue between his lips and pulled, and Naoe not one to sit quietly wrapped his arms around Takaya�s lower back. He slipped a hand under Takaya�s ass and lifting was able to push him into his lap. Takaya hissed, reminded of yesterday�s activities grabbed and dug his blunt fingernails into the hand clamped over his backside. Naoe sucked in a breath at the sting digging into the back of his hand and in answering squeezed Takaya roughly, as his other hand was now working the boy�s belt open and pulling down his zipper so it could grab the hem of his school slacks and tug them down loosely around his hips. His other hand still intent on groping him, but given the room to do much more now was suddenly sliding into his trousers and grabbing his bare ass. Takaya arched up, made a strangled moan and bucked into his lap, then dove for his mouth and started heatedly kissing him as Naoe tumbled them both over so Takaya was on his back and he was over him. They were still kissing, Naoe�s mouth continually sliding and licking at Takaya�s lips as now both his hands were employed in rubbing him beneath his trousers. He could tell Takaya wasn�t adverse to the treatment his backside was getting; it had been a day since they�d been together and he hadn�t exactly held himself back with Takaya, taking him roughly until the boy had pushed him away and told him to go sleep on the couch. He hadn�t listened of course, just tried to persuade Takaya into letting him have one go and then Takaya had started to bleed and he had told himself to stop for fear that the boy wouldn�t let him near him again. He couldn�t fall asleep after Takaya went to sleep. All he could do was lay there and watch Takaya as he tossed and groaned every time he rolled onto his back and onto sensitive posterior. After awhile, with having rolled Takaya over twice and the boy now sleeping on his stomach, the sheets pulled down so low that the bruises on his hipbone were visible, Naoe had gotten up because if he�d heard Takaya groan in his sleep again it was most likely that his libido would have goaded him into rolling Takaya over again and fucking him unconscious. He was in trouble when he caught one of his hands resting on Takaya�s hips and he�d instantly yanked it away, because the image of Takaya, serene in sleep and beautiful coupled with him jerking himself inside of that soft and unaware body had him up from the bed and making his way to the bathroom. He�d ended up masturbating in the shower, one hand pressed against the tile wall and the other clutching himself. It hadn�t taken long considering how keyed up he was and then he�d changed, and smoked half a pack by lamplight out in the living room. He�d slept outside on the couch, because he didn�t trust himself with Takaya, and then when the sun had risen, he�d groggily gotten up and went to check on Takaya, who was still passed out and breathing heavily.
He�d drunk two cups off coffee after that, dressed for work and then waited to wake Takaya up because if he remembered right, school was opening today. Takaya, he was to learn was not a morning person and he�d practically had to drag him into the shower and turn on the cold spray. He�d gotten one hell of a cursing out for that bit of action and when Takaya had stumbled out of the shower, limping and cursing Naoe for obvious reasons, he�d ushered the boy over to the table to eat. Takaya had then cursed him out for that as well; since he didn�t even think he could walk right, much less sit down properly.

Takaya Ougi, he was to learn, was not sunshine in the morning.
Naoe had dropped him off at his house and walked him to his door, and when Miya had opened the door, he had gotten a speech on how there was an invention that was called a telephone and that someone could have at least picked one up and told her where he was.
Naoe after all that, figured that both Ougis were not morning people, and so he thought he should keep that in mind and not--ever--seek them out before lunchtime.
He had driven to work after that and spent the whole day trying to concentrate on paperwork and all the odds and ends that came with being a secretary. He failed. Miserably. It was strange because he was such a focused individual, always intensely concentrating on the task at hand that he didn�t have time with options, with other alternatives. It bothered him because he knew what the cause was: Takaya. It was madness. The one person, the one thing he desired in this entire world had been given to him and instead of being sated, being happy, and thankful, he was distracting himself. This was not how this situation should have played out. If anything, it was backwards. All those decades of yearning-- and yet still being able to concentrate, to do the tasks that were given to him-- now quenched by Takaya mere hours ago and somehow he was worse for it. He couldn�t think properly, he couldn�t function, all he could do was sit there and stare at the clock and hope that last night wasn�t a cruel dream. He blinked down at the forms that were waiting to be filled out, he blinked at the letter opener on his desk, the round paper weight, the scattered paper clips and then his eyes came back to the forms.
He looked at the clock again; to see if time had picked up its pace, but unfortunately a minute had passed. He swore he would go mad if the minutes ticked by like this. This was unbearable.
Almost as unbearable as not having and having Takaya. It was practically the same thing, in a way. Last night he had lusted like a thirsting man, he had taken, and clawed at everything that was offered and wasn�t. He had pillaged and stolen. He wasn�t going to deny that it felt unbelievably amazing to have Takaya finally submitting to him. He had been jealous of Kagetora�s powers, and Takaya was the splitting image of Kagetora in that respect, with his left hand he leaded and with his right he dominated. He was perfect, and that was pretty hard to win against.
He�d needed last night, the position, and the way Takaya had cried out, until he had twisted the sheets, buried his face in the pillow and muffled the sounds of his whimpers. Takaya�s pleasure was important, but last night, he had wanted--needed--for his desires to come first. Takaya had given him that and now that he gotten a taste, a peace offering, he knew he could never go back to the way he once was. If Takaya had on a whim been toying with him last night, he knew without a doubt he would not step aside quietly, he would not be silent and bow out, like he had always done whenever faced with the overwhelming power known as Kagetora, or known as Takaya. He would tie him down if he had to, he would be cruel and unfeeling and make Takaya love him. This was what one night, one passion could do to him, it wasn�t healthy, and it wasn�t sane, and it seemed that he was worse off than better for making love to Takaya last night, but god was he deliriously happy. He knew it was there, like a ball of flame, mixed up with the panic and fear that had come with that amazing night.

He promised himself right then and there that he would make, somehow get Takaya to say that he loved him. Whatever the means, and whatever the method and with his mind being given a new task, a task that was actually never new as it had always existed beneath his thoughts and dreams, he�d turned his attention back to the forms that needed to be completed.
He�d anxiously left his work and drove to Takaya�s school, without even a second thought that Takaya would turn him down since he had his bike with him.

Now as the day�s events had played themselves out and he had found himself within Takaya�s sweet embrace, he couldn�t think of anything more than the burning need inside of him that demanded something within Takaya to drink him back down. He was still covering Takaya with his body, his hands employed beneath his clothes to wring pleas from him, anything that he could have. Anything that Takaya would be able to part with.
They parted after Takaya had shoved at his shoulders and sucked in a lungful of air. He smirked up at him, lovely and demeaning and Naoe could practically feel the purr that sidled out of his bruised red mouth. �Your about to make it with a high school boy Naoe, how�s it feel?� He arrogantly puckered his lips out at Naoe and then cheekily smiled like this was the first time they had ever been together. Takaya took the initiative of removing the black jacket from around his shoulders, he held it in between his fingers loosely off the side of the bed, before he let it silkily slip through and land on the floor. Naoe�s fingers skimming over the hand dangling off the bed brought his mouth back down in a swift, hard claim on Takaya�s. They kissed savagely, the sounds of meeting lips and heavy, frantic breathing the only true music in the quiet room worth listening to, and so when the door to Takaya�s room suddenly burst open and surprised gasps resounded, it was no wonder that they had been caught so unaware. Takaya seeing his little sister and one of her friends, mouth agape and gawking had enough mind to kick Naoe away and scramble into a fairly decent position on the edge of the bed. He began to get up, but he forgot that his pants were loosely around his hips and so making a panicked grab for his dignity, he clumsily fell off the bed and onto the floor. Miya startled out of her trance by the loud sound of Takaya hitting the floor, closed the door suddenly. Takaya having fallen off the bed in an untidy sprawl on the ground groaned at his utter lack of luck. There was silence on the other end of the door and Takaya who was buckling his pants and fixing his shirt mentally readied himself to go out there and explain to Miya�and her best friend what they had just saw. However, before he could put his plan into action, he heard the sounds of muffled talking from the other end of the door and then a shout from his sister.
�I knew that jacket belonged to Naoe!� He hadn�t been expecting that bit of genius from his sister and Takaya blushing as he heard the two girls giggling behind the door got up and threw it open.
�What the hell are you doing crashing into my room like that, you little idiot?!� He felt indignant on his behalf because when confronted the two girls were still hiding giggles behind their hands and blushing.
�I didn�t know you were home, aniki. I thought you were out with friends. Your bike wasn�t in the parking lot�and I was only borrowing a CD from you.� She smiled at Takaya like it was enough to dispel his anger, and Takaya narrowing his eyes at her, felt like flicking her for it. �Anyway, if you had closed your door, aniki, I wouldn�t have walked in on�� Naoe as if the cue had been set walked out of the room to join the teenagers outside. Miya beamed at him and the other girl blushed. �Hi, Naoe-san, I�m sorry bout what happened. I didn�t know we had guests.� She turned to give a slightly annoyed look at Takaya, �Takaya can be so inconsiderate sometimes. Here let me make you some tea. C�mon Tatsuki.� The girl named Tatsuki, who was staring at Naoe, blinked and blushed even redder when attention had been brought to her. �C�mon.�

Both girls walked out to the kitchen, leaving the other two to dumbly look at each other.

�Oh geez, like my life needs this.�
Naoe listening to the noise in the kitchen felt himself smile a little, �Were you going to tell your sister?�
Takaya bluntly responded with a �No, she�s too young for that kind of stuff. She doesn�t need to worry about what I do, she just needs to focus on her school work and her friends.�
Naoe cleared his throat at that, �Of course, she worries about her�aniki,� and the way he had said it, Takaya had no doubts that Naoe was teasing him with the word.
The teen sensing where this was going fired a, �Shut up.� His voice however couldn�t stay irritated and it leveled out in a whisper, � and anyway whose fault is it that we�re in this mess, huh? If you weren�t so good at seducing me, then I would still be in my sister�s eyes her innocent, untainted aniki.� He put the same tone on the word that Naoe had done. Naoe lightly scoffed at that, �I wasn�t the one doing the seducing, you little tease.�

The sounds of china clinking together and the voice of Miya as they floated from the kitchen made the two turn their attention back to the two girls. The door, opening and closing also had the two very curious. They both walked back out into the living room and saw Miya alone in the kitchen over the sink.
�What happened to your friend?� Takaya coming to sit over by the table, asked his sister as she washed some dishes.
�Oh Tatsuki, she just came over for a second,� Miya grinned like she knew something, �And yuh know, she has a crush on you.�
Takaya rolled his eyes while he fiddled with one of the coasters, �Would you shut up.�
Naoe sat down next to him at the table, Miya noticing the other man smiled at him, �Tea�s going to be ready soon.� She moved over to the teapot, and poured the drink into three teacups. Her sweet tone with Naoe vanished like the steam over the cups as she addressed her brother again. �I think she likes you even more now.�

�God, do you ever say anything that makes sense? Stop being such a brat.�
She laughed at Takaya, �And you would know something about that, ne? I can�t believe you didn�t tell me about you and Naoe-san. I always sensed something was up with you two, but I just never thought�-
�Arrgg.� Takaya�s hands were instantly in his hair as he pulled on his follicles and tried to calm his frustration at the fact that his little sister was embarrassing him in front of Naoe.

�Don�t arrgg me. I told you about that guy that I liked when you asked me if I had a boyfriend. I didn�t have to tell you, but I did, because you�re my aniki.� She was now up from the counter and placing a cup in front of Naoe and Takaya. Takaya eyed the fancy china that was placed in front of him. He wondered for a distracted second where Miya had been hiding this and thought that she obviously wouldn�t use it for anyone, but guest. Guest? He had brought Yuzuru and Saori over a ton of times and she had never brought out the fancy china. What was she getting at?
�Although�� Miya broke him from his thoughts as the girl went back to the counter to pour herself a cup. � I should have never said anything to you, considering you jumped the guy the next day.�
Oh yeah. That had been especially satisfying. The guy looked no good, and a guy like that was definitely not comin� near his little sister.
�That�s beside the point. It�s none of your business what I do in my free time.� Crap, that sentence made him sound even guiltier; maybe he should chose his words more carefully. Naoe had even raised an eye at that. Yeah, definitely shouldn�t say any more incriminating statements.
�And here I thought you would be vehemently denying everything. Nice to see you�ve grown up.� Naoe looked like he was close to cracking a smile and Takaya annoyed kicked him under the table. Miya coming over to the table took a seat next to the older man. �Naoe-san, I know my brother is too much sometimes, and he can be very immature,� Takaya biting his gums and tapping his feet stared crossly at his sister, �but I would like it very much if you would take care of him and be good to him.� She bowed her head to Naoe like she was a parent arranging a betrothal between her daughter and an upstanding young candidate. Naoe was smiling like he didn�t have a care in the world and turning to fully acknowledge his sister he bowed in return. �You have nothing to worry about imoto-chan, I�ll take very good care of your brother.� The serious look that had come over his face was suddenly being overridden by something so inappropriately smug that Takaya would have had no qualms with slapping it right off his face if his sister wasn�t here still bowing her head humbly.

They were both idiots in his opinion.
�Well that said,� Miya bounced back up like one of those inflatable punching bags and was now scooping sugar into her tea.
Takaya felt like his life was no longer his own and glaring at both his baby sister and now�husband --as his sister had made it out to be-- bided his time until he could sit his sister down and explain to her very slowly what exactly was going on between him and Naoe.

�Naoe-san, you�re such a good catch. I hope my brother can see that, I mean you�re so mature and handsome. I only wish to get married to someone who�s half the man you are, Naoe-san.
Kiss ass. God, if she sucked up anymore, she would probably be better equipped than their vacuum cleaner. Yeesh, and there was no way he was letting Naoe get away with that imoto-chan crap.
Naoe turned to him and the bastard was smirking at him under the guise of a crooked smile. Fucker. Somebody was going to get cut off for a week, if he didn�t stop being such an asshole.
The rest of teatime had been disgustingly spent with Naoe and Miya chatting politely about pleasantries. If was seven by the time Naoe broke conversation and excused himself because he had work tomorrow, Miya totally understood and was elbowing him in the side to go walk Naoe out. He did so without incident because him and Naoe needed to talk.
The last straw had been when they were exiting the door and Miya had �sweetly� yelled out to Naoe, �Sayonara oniisan. Drive home safely.�
Naoe had practically floated out and Takaya closing the door behind him quietly turned to the bastard and slapped him on the shoulder. �Go away home wrecker.�
Naoe grinned at him and tried to get in his personal space to steal a kiss. Takaya wasn�t going to let that happen, �Get lost before I call the cops. They�ll take my side, don�t think they won�t, I�m a minor and the way you dress they�d believe me if I said you�re in the Yakuza.�

Naoe chuckled at that and Takaya had to dodge another attempt at a kiss, �I�ll cut off your pinky finger.�
�You mean the one that�s connected to yours.� Takaya wouldn�t have guessed that Naoe was such a smartass, but lately there was a surprising amount of evidence to back that up. He wiggled his pinky finger at Takaya and the boy sneered at him. �I thought I was your tokunotakai hazubando.� He laughed and Takaya grabbing him by the arm pulled him down the stairs to the parking lot. He bickered at Naoe the entire way and Naoe didn�t seem to hear him because his head was currently filling up with enough helium to fly a balloon.

�You�re impossible, now get in your car and drive off and get hit by an out of control semi-truck.� When they had reached Naoe�s car, Takaya had waved him off and waited for him to get in his car. Naoe did as he was told and getting into his car, he turned to Takaya, �I wish you�d come home with me.� Naoe smiled at him and he had to turn his head to hide the blush. �Ah, but I can wait. I�ll be by early to drop you off to school.� He put his head out the window and Takaya without thinking had kissed him good night. Naoe groaned and starting the car, threw one last good look at Takaya before he started the car and drove off.

A/N: This is one monster of a chapter. And I had promised more smut, crap. I take that promise back, since this chapter was more about goofy stuff that I wish would have happened in the anime. I needed the lightheartedness. Also, I don�t really believe that sex can solve everything, if anything it causes more conflict so this is why I�m continuing with the story, instead of ending it at chapter nine. I also don�t want it to end! (Bops my self on head) I also plan to torture Takaya, because for some reason it makes me very happy. Again the reason for this story was for character development, no awe-inspiring plot, or fantastic fight scenes, but just some glimpses into the everyday lives of our favorite Possessor pair, and his friends, of course.
Oh yeah: Here are some phrases that might have escaped some of you, although I don�t think so.
Imoto=little sister

Aniki and oniisan=big brother

Tokunotakai hazubando=means respectable husband, esteemed husband, whatever. I just couldn�t help myself with this line, because there is just something so appealing about Naoe saying hazubando�I love Japanese take on English words�that it made me want to write the line. Also if I offended anyone with the line about Miya making a good wife because she could cook and crap, please forgive me, it�s just that Naoe seems like one of those old-fashioned types, really traditional.

Yakuza=Japanese Mafia/ the line about cutting off his little finger is a practice done by Yakuza members as an apology for a transgression. Also it is said that lovers or whatever are joined by a red thread that connects their pinky fingers together and if you hold up your pinky finger while talking about two people it means they are in a relationship. Pinky finger also means girlfriend, I think�
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