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Chapter List
- 1-After Dark
- 2-Spend The Night
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Spend The Night

�� The steakhouse looked more expensive
than Sakaki thought it would. He glanced over to Amon nervously. He did hear that
he was flat broke, right? How could he expect him to cover any thing in that
type of joint? Even if Amon volunteered to pay, Sakaki hated spending other
people�s money. He got out of the car as Amon did.

�� Amon slipped his jacket off and
slung it over his seat. Then he closed the door and started walking towards the
restaurant, rolling up his sleeves meanwhile. Sakaki fell into step with him.
When they reached the front doors, a doorman opened one for them. Amon paused
to let Sakaki enter first.

�� As Amon followed him, Sakaki gaped
at the rich design of the mainly candlelit interior. Everyone was dressed
formally and the tables were dotted with wine glasses. Was Amon serious? How
was a guy supposed to relax in this atmosphere?

�� Bonsoir, Monsieur Amon, it�s such a
pleasure that you could join us this evening,� a well dressed ma�tre d� said with much enthusiasm. She
seemed genuinely excited to be around Amon, who gave her a polite bow. A waiter
stood behind her smiling genially.

�� Two this evening, Amon-san?� he
asked.

�� Yes, thank you.�

�� Very good. If you would follow me?�
Still nervous, Sakaki followed closely behind Amon. Amon had broad shoulders,
Sakaki noticed. He barely saw Amon without his jacket and undercoat on. He was
well built, burly. Intimidating. They stopped at a corner booth remote from the
main dining area. The waiter gave Sakaki a warm smile and motioned for him to
sit. Amon slid in after him.

�� The usual to start, Amon-san?� the
waiter asked.

�� Yes. That should do.� Amon looked
over to Sakaki. �Do you want something before your burger?�

�� Uh, like what? An appetizer?� The
waiter looked confused, but only for a moment. He looked to Amon.

�� Two muslins and two samplers, thank
you.�

�� Very good, sir.� He turned to
leave.

�� Uh, can I get a coke?� Sakaki asked
quickly. The waited turned to him and bowed, then left without a word.

�� Coke, huh?� Amon asked. Sakaki leaned
over to him.

�� What is this place, Amon? I�m like,
totally out of place here.�

�� Next time, wear something less
tacky.� Dumbfounded, Sakaki leaned away from Amon. �That� I just don�t get
you.� Amon didn�t respond. �And where�s my menu?�

�� You don�t need one, do you? You�re
going to get a burger.�

�� Can I at least choose the one I
want?� Sakaki asked.

�� There aren�t any burgers on the
menu,� Amon explained. Sakaki�s shoulder�s drooped.

�� Then how�m I gonna get one?� he
asked.

�� They are going to make it for you,
special order.�

�� That sounds expensive.�

�� For most.�

�� Look, I don�t want to spend too
much.�

�� Are you still thinking about that
ten dollars?� Amon asked, looking offended. Sakaki nodded. �That wouldn�t even
properly cover that Coke you just ordered.�

�� What?!� Sakaki exclaimed. Diners
craned their necks towards him, and he hid his face behind his hand,
chagrinned. �Just how much does a thing of pop cost in this joint, anyway?� he
murmured.

�� When you foot the bill, then it�s
your right to know,� Amon said. �Order what you like. If you truly don�t want a
burger, then request a menu when Aoki-san returns.�

�� Why�would you spend so much money
when I just want a burger? I mean�you could have just dropped me off at a bar.�
Amon shook his head slightly.

�� Perhaps�I didn�t feel like eating
alone tonight.� Sakaki knew the feeling and it wasn�t as if this was his first
time sharing a meal with Amon. However, this was not hot soup and a half a
sandwich with a bottle of root beer at Harry�s before a case. This was
candlelight dinner off the clock. This was AWKWARD.

�� Well, can you understand that I
don�t want to overspend your money?� Amon�s exterior slowly melted into
something akin to defeat again.

�� If I told you,� he began with a
sigh, �that I own this restaurant, would you calm down and order as you like?�
Sakaki wanted to shrink away.

�� You seriously own this place?� he
asked. �You?�

�� Yes. I opened it the year before
starting with the STN-J.�

�� Whoa, you must be hella loaded��

�� So, a burger it is?�

�� What are you getting?� Sakaki
ventured to ask. A man as big as Amon could probably put away a lot more than
just a burger, but on the other hand it was late. If he ordered light, then so
would Sakaki. Amon looked over to him slowly.

�� Tonight�is a special night for me,
so I am going to celebrate by stuffing myself senseless.� The thought of it
intrigued Sakaki. He wondered how his appetite could stand up to Amon�s.

�� Can I have that, too?�

�� You can�t stomach it.� Sakaki was
taken aback. The nerve of him telling him how much he could and couldn�t eat!

�� Sure I could,� he said, looking
Amon up and down, daring him to say otherwise.

�� No, you couldn�t,� Amon said
easily.

�� Who do you think you are? You don�t
know me like that,� he said, momentarily forgetting to hide his roots and act
like a member of middle class society. Amon�s eyebrow perked; he�d noted the
change and the challenge.

�� You think you could match me,
Sakaki, then by all means: order it and we�ll see.�

�� Damn right we�ll see,� Sakaki said.
�You�re on.� The smirk returned. Amon was finding this humorous while Sakaki
was dead serious. In a brief moment of clarity, Sakaki realized his mistake. He
never should have gotten angry and showed Amon the side of himself he�d strived
to hide from everyone. He rubbed his hand across his bangs, causing the strands
to mix and settle along his forehead.

�� When he next looked at Amon, having
felt his eyes on him for quite some time, the smirk had been replaced with an
expression that was both unusual and unnamable to Sakaki. The light from the
candles and the dimmed restaurant pendants gave Amon�s usually rough face a
soft glow, making him look young and handsome. It caused Sakaki to frown
inwardly. He wondered if he would look young and handsome when he was in his mid
to late-20�s.

�� Is everything all right, Sakaki?�
Amon asked. Sakaki nodded.

�� Yeah, why?�

�� You don�t look like everything�s
all right. You�re frowning at me.�

�� Oh, I was just thinking. You know
how I get when I do that.� Amon looked away finally and Sakaki breathed out.
�So�not that I don�t believe you, but� You�re seriously the owner?�

�� Yes.�

�� That�s so crazy. Isn�t it hard on
you? Handling this and the hunts?�

�� In the beginning, it was hard.
However, things are better now.�

�� Good. It looks like a pretty
popular place.�

�� It is. Business is good.� The
waiter came swiftly towards their table with a tray containing a bottle of red
wine, two wine glasses, a slim glass of ice cubes with a taste of Coke squeezed
between them and two salads with greens that looked like faded Christmas trees.
Behind the waiter, a woman had another tray with sampler platters. She gave
them both small plates, then placed down the platters with three types of
appetizers artfully arranged on them. They were followed by thinly sliced
crispy bread with three types of spread. The waiter added small containers of
sauce near the spread along with napkins.

�� Please enjoy, Amon-san,� the pair
said in unison.

�� It looks lovely, thank you. Please
prepare two of the larger order.�

�� Of course, Mr. Amon,� the waiter
said. He bowed and walked away. The girl made a big show of opening and pouring
the wine, during which Amon smelled the cork, swirled the wine in his glass and
slurped it quietly in his mouth to test it. When given his approval, she poured
more into his glass and then served Sakaki, who was dying to dig in already.

�� Enjoy,� the waitress said, leaving
the bottle on the table. Sakaki eyed her strangely as she walked away, then
turned his attention to his plate.

�� Well, now,� Amon said, opening a
napkin. �Eat. We�ll see if you can hold your own here.�

�� If the portions are all this small,
you�re in for losing another bet tonight.�

�� Atta boy,� Amon said. Sakaki
chuckled at him.

�� You�re funny, too, Amon,� he
admitted. �Maybe�if we all got together and hang out like this, we would see
that we�re all a little funny.�

�� Probably.� Sakaki smirked. He liked
it when Amon said that for reasons unbeknownst to him. They quickly worked
their way through shrimp wrapped in bacon, beef satay and some kind of seafood
spring roll. The waiters returned and cleared their plates, Aoki with another
glass of ice with an inkling of Coke for Sakaki.

�� Amon was quiet when they ate and
didn�t venture to start conversation even after the table was empty again. The
food was unbelievable, but Sakaki still felt awkward. He felt as if he was on a
date with Amon, and it was frightening him. It was one thing to have Michael
make suggestions about him. Michael was keen and they had grown close as friends;
it didn�t come as a surprise to Sakaki that Michael would figure out that he
was into men. Sorta.

�� However, Amon knowing wasn�t
something that Sakaki was prepared to handle. The fact that he was dining with
Amon in his own restaurant screamed of Amon�s desire for closeness with Sakaki.
Him smirking and chuckling was rare. It couldn�t be a mistake that he was letting
those actions come and go as they wanted instead of when he chose to allow them
to. These were intimate details about him that Sakaki couldn�t imagine him
having shown the others. So why him? It had to be that he knew and was trying
to edge in on Sakaki, but how had he found out?

�� Maybe, somehow, probably, in some way, Amon was making nothing of it.
Maybe for him, it was just two co-workers out for dinner, this place chosen
simply because he owned it and preferred it. After all, he had been hesitant to
tell Sakaki that it was his. If he�d have bragged about it, then it would have
been more like he was trying to impress Sakaki. In reality, it was just Amon trying
to shut up his complaining.

�� Sakaki had the feeling that he was
being watched again. He glanced towards Amon, who was pouting peculiarly.

�� Are you sure you�re all right?� he
asked. �You look like you�re in the middle of an exam and you�re failing. Miserably.�

�� I�m good,� Sakaki said. He drank
some of his new Coke. �This is some good ice,� he teased, trying to lighten the
mood.

�� There�s no sense in getting filled
up on a soft drink when you have this,� Amon motioned towards the approaching
wait staff, both with two trays. Amon smirked as Sakaki shamelessly gaped at
the amount of food they set on the table.

�� There was lobster, pork ribs, beef
brisket and porter house steak. On the side, truffle mashed potatoes (according
to their waitress Mizuno; what the hell was a truffle, anyway?), French bread
and grilled vegetables. Not appreciating the self-assuming smirk Amon gave him,
Sakaki made an act of opening his napkin and tucking it in his shirt, then
grabbing a knife and fork, a gourmet�s way of drawing guns at dawn.

�� Hm,� was Amon�s response. Sakaki
set to work cutting and stabbing and practically inhaling the juiciest, most
succulent meat he�d ever eaten. If it weren�t for the fact that he was trying
to prove himself, he would have slowed down to savor each bite. But that damned
Amon was ahead of him and he wasn�t even moving twice as fast as Sakaki. No
matter. So long as he finished everything, he would prove himself.

�� When he finished his last bite, he
sat back and put a hand to his stomach. It felt taut and heavy. His breathing
had slowed considerably and he was tired as all hell. He had absolutely no room
for dessert, watching in wonder as Amon completed a ramekin of chocolate cr�me
brul�e.

�� But I had those donuts,� Sakaki
said. �Three of �em.�

�� You did good, Sakaki,� Amon said.
�I�m proud. It sitting all right?�

�� Oh, yeah,� Sakaki said, nodding.
�I�m going to sleep good tonight, though.�

�� It�s only midnight.�

�� Only?� Sakaki asked. Was this guy
an owl, or what?

�� Yes. Only.�

�� You�re never late to work and
you�re never tired, but apparently, you stay up pretty late.�

�� Only on special nights.�

�� Oh, about that. I�ve been meaning
to ask you. What�s so special about tonight, anyway?�

�� It�s just� I was able to do
something that I have been wanting to do for a while now.� Sakaki chuckled,
curious.

�� What�s that? Lose a bet?� he joked.

�� Hm, hm, hm.� Those three small
sounds were enough to make Sakaki blush. Amon stood and left the booth. �The
best part about betting with Michael�is that he is a very generous winner. Come
on. I�ll drive you home.�

�� Sakaki waited as nearly the entire
staff on duty came to say goodnight to Amon on their way out. It felt like ages
once they made it to the front door. Sakaki looked out into the parking lot. It
was raining cats and dogs. Amon made a startled noise behind Sakaki, and Sakaki
turned to him. A man in a silk shirt and fitted dress pants was standing next
to Amon, urging him to use his umbrella. He had silky hair, catty eyes and
long, slender legs. He ushered them both to the car, pausing to let Sakaki in
before he and Amon went to the driver�s side. Amon got into the car and the man
leaned towards him as he let down the window.

�� Thank you,� Amon said. �Everything
was excellent tonight, Ran. I was pleased to see everyone working so hard and
the patrons had kind words for the staff as well.�

�� A keen ear, as always, Amon,� Ran
said. Sakaki felt uncomfortable watching their exchange. There was something
about the way they said each other�s names. It wasn�t sitting well with Sakaki.
�It�s always a pleasure when you stop by. Please, come back soon.�

�� I will.�

�� And we�ll be ready for you. Until
then.� Ran, a man a least 10 years Amon�s senior, leaned further into the car
and kissed him on the cheek. Nonplussed, Sakaki�s mouth dropped open in a
silent gape. The window came up and Amon slowly pulled out of the park. Sakaki
remained silent as they drove from the restaurant. He closed his mouth and
shifted on his seat. He felt so hot suddenly. He was dying to let the window
down and stick his head out into the cool rain.

�� Amon had his hands at ten and two
again, but this time, he�d turned on the radio. Sakaki wasn�t big on whatever
was playing. Smooth jazz? Easy listening? Something that old people listened to
to relax on the long drive home from work. Sakaki looked over to Amon slowly.

�� He was gay.

�� He had to be.

�� No straight guy in his right mind
let some man put his mouth on him. Not in this life, at least. Not in Sakaki�s
experience. No, he was pretty sure that in some parts (namely the parts from
which he�d been bred and reared) doing something like that would get you messed
up, to put it lightly. Sakaki shrank into himself. He couldn�t believe that
Amon let something like that happen in front of him. Wasn�t he concerned about
Sakaki�s big mouth? Speaking of having a big mouth, should he say something? If
he didn�t, would Amon feel offended? Sakaki started frowning again, deep in
thought.

�� Something�s the matter with you,�
Amon said, after a few more blocks.

�� That guy kissed you,� Sakaki said.

�� Don�t tell me you�re jealous,� Amon
mused.

�� What? Why should I be? I just
didn�t think that you were�you know�gay and stuff.�

�� Oh. Well, that�s probably because
of what happened with Touko.� Sakaki�s brow sunk. Right. Like that would be the
only thing.

�� You�re bisexual, then?�

�� No, Touko was just a favor to
Zaizen.�

�� That sounds terrible.�

�� It is. Blackmail causes people to
do terrible things.� The subject matter was getting too heavy. Suddenly talking
about Amon being gay was an easier topic for Sakaki.

�� So�you�re really gay, huh? That�s
cool. I guess��

�� We hunters of the STN-J are a rarer
breed than meets the eye.�

�� W�we?� Sakaki asked. Ten o�clock was abandoned for Sakaki�s inner
right thigh. His voice hitched in his throat; his body flushed with heat. It
felt too good unconsciously for him to voice how startled he was on a conscious
level.

�� Yes,� Amon said. �We.� Sakaki opened his mouth, but still,
nothing came out. He looked outside, but there was too much rain for him to
tell his surroundings. It didn�t help that Amon�s hand was gripping his thigh.
And that it felt good. Sakaki swallowed hard. God, did it feel good. Was he
extra horny? Was he attracted to Amon? Was it, God-forbid, (or God-willing;
Sakaki couldn�t exactly choose right now) both?

�� Uh, Amon�?�

�� Yes?�

�� You�re�touching me.�

�� Yes. I know.�

�� Are you done yet?�

�� No. I�m not.�

�� Oh.� Sakaki looked down. Amon�s
sleeve was still rolled up and his wrist was bare. Sakaki�s throat was dry. He
shifted, but Amon�s grip increased and caused him to stop moving. �You�You
can�t just go around touching guys there Amon, it�s weird,� Sakaki said. �It�s
also illegal.�

�� Oh. Illegal? You mean like running
red lights?� They had been stopped at an intersection waiting for the green,
but then without hesitation, Amon ran the light. Sakaki was about to protest
further, but Amon raised his hand further. Sakaki let out a startled gasp as he
felt a feather light pressure against his crotch. A shudder ran through his
spine as a swell of pleasure

�� S�shit�� he breathed, his head
against the seat. He swallowed hard, stifled the sounds that wanted to escape
his lips.

�� I have wanted to do this�� Amon
said, his voice low, �ever since you mussed your hair. You looked so�handsome
that way, I could hardly contain myself.�

�� You just�can�t�do it�though��
Sakaki protested.

�� Stop me then,� Amon dared, glancing
over to him. Sakaki did not miss the darkly stern look in his eye. He swallowed
again and shifted away.

�� Yeah, like I can do that�� he said.
�I�m no match for you�what with�all those muscles.�

�� Oh, you noticed,� Amon said. �I
know all about you, Sakaki. I know how you like your men.� Sakaki�s eyes
widened. How could he know? Sakaki had never told anyone. Sakaki stuttered.
�You�re so cute when you�re confused� I don�t think anyone could blame my eye
from catching on to you.� Amon thought he was cute and funny. Sakaki was
beginning to forget about his hand as he stared at Amon.

�� I don�t think I like this�� he
murmured.

�� Oh, no? Most guys would put up some
type of fight if another guy came on to them this strongly and it was unwanted.
You, however, just stopped breathing and sat there looking flushed and hot. You
did the exact same thing that Lee did.�

�� You slept with Michael?!� Sakaki
asked, enthralled by this development. Amon was startled by the severity of the
question. His hold on Sakaki�s thigh loosened.

�� No,� Amon said. �Don�t
misunderstand. My relationship with Lee is an innocent one.�

�� O�oh�� Sakaki calmed down. �But you
came on to him?�

�� No. It was just a pat on his thigh,
for encouragement. It�s just that�it was really firm. A lot firmer than I
thought it would be.� Sakaki chuckled despite the tenseness of the situation.

�� Firmer than you thought?�

�� Well, he sits in the chair in front
of a computer eating nothing but junk food. As a former trainer, I can tell
when people have been working muscle for a while. I don�t know when he finds
the time.�

�� Hey, I didn�t know you were a
trainer�� Sakaki said. �That must have been fun.�

�� Profitable more than fun,� Amon
said.

�� We�ve always wondered how you can
afford to have all those nice things. You dress nice and smell nice and you
bought your own car. That is so cool.� Amon smirked at him.

�� Thanks,� he said. �I�m glad I meet
your approval.�

�� Sure�� Amon squeezed his thigh. Its
mere presence was making his whole body hot. �How did you know about me?�

�� I was hired mainly for my uncanny
skills of deduction,� Amon said. �You weren�t as easy to figure out as Lee, but
I understood what you were about in due time.� Sakaki looked away and frowned
as he thought about it. �Don�t look so down, at any rate.� Finally, he let his
thigh go. A rush of air cooled the area quickly. Amon used both hands to make a
big turn and then he slowed down. He let the window down and punched some
numbers into a keypad. Sakaki felt the coolness replaced by more nervous heat.
Where the hell were they? Amon leaned back into the car and drove into a
parking garage as its door opened. It was bright inside the spacious cement
structure. Amon parked at a space close to an exit door and turned off the car.

�� Amon?�

�� Yes?�

�� What�s going on?�

�� It�s after midnight,� Amon said. �And I don�t live forty minutes away,
like you do.� Sakaki felt dread settle over him as he realized that he was
stuck.

�� You want to sleep with me, don�t
you?� he asked, sounding trapped.

�� Yes.� Amon unbuckled his seatbelt
and opened the door. Sakaki watched him get out of the car, still in disbelief
over the fact that he brought him to his home. Nearing panic mode, he pulled
out his cell phone and dialed the first number that came to mind. His door
opened and Amon leaned towards him. He stopped himself from speaking when he
saw the phone. He smirked.

�� Calling the police? Hm, hm.�

�� No,� Sakaki said, rolling out of
the car. Amon raised an eyebrow as Sakaki held himself around the middle.
�Could you give me a sec?� he asked. Amon closed the door and walked towards
the exit. On the fifth ring, there was a groggy voice mumbling into the phone.

�� Hel��

�� He wants to sleep with me!� Sakaki
said quickly, trying to keep his voice down.

�� You mean you guys haven�t done it
yet?� Michael asked. Was he serious? �What happened?�

�� I�m freaking out.�

�� About what?� Michael asked, getting
loud. �Dude, if I was alone with Amon, I would have scored by now. What the
hell�s the matter with you?�

�� Mike�I can�t� I can�t do something
like that now.�

�� Why not?�

�� I just can�t.�

�� But why, Haruto?�

�� I�m freaking out, why do you
think?�

�� I say go for it,� Michael said,
sounding tired of arguing about it. �Go for an all nighter and don�t come in
�til noon. There�s a glazed donut in
it for you if you do.�

�� Are you bribing me?� Sakaki asked,
pausing to swallow back the drool the mere mention of the donut had created.

�� Oh, come on, Haruto, you can�t
lose.�

�� I want two donuts, like Amon.�

�� Deal, but if Amon�s as good in bed
as he looks like he is, show it by taking one donut, Haruto. Be naughty.
Night!� Michael hung up. Sakaki swallowed hard and looked over to Amon. He had
made it to the elevator a few yards from the exit door. Hesitantly, Sakaki
joined him. Amon stepped on after him and pressed for the 35^th
floor. Sakaki stood anxiously gripping his elbows floor after floor, the food
settling heavily in his stomach the further they ascended. Then, the elevator
stopped.

�� Floor 35,� a mechanical voice
informed them. The doors opened and Amon left the car. Sakaki followed
cautiously behind him, having the odd feeling that he was being watched on a
camera. There were only a few doors on the floor. Amon�s was apartment
35 C. He took out his keys and let Sakaki into his apartment. As
he turned on the light, Sakaki�s eyes drank in every square inch of the
spacious, luxury condominium. Amon closed the door quietly and set his keys in
a small crystal ball on a stand near him.

�� Make yourself at home, Sakaki,� he
said. �Would you like something to drink?� Sakaki�s mouth was still ajar.

�� Huh?� he mumbled.

�� Are you thirsty?� Sakaki shook his
head.

�� Nu-uhn, I�m good.� Amon nodded and
took off his shoes. Sakaki did so as well, absently, as there was still much to
lay his eyes on within the three rooms he could see. �This place�is beyond
swank�� he said. �Man�you�re ultra loaded.� Amon walked past the kitchen to the
living room. �This is unreal� Like living out of a magazine.�

�� Well, look around if you�d like,�
Amon offered.

�� Shouldn�t you clean up a little
first?� Sakaki asked.

�� What?� Amon asked. �Why?� Sakaki
chuckled at him.

�� Now you�re starting to sound like
me,� he said. Amon looked intrigued.

�� Which means you�re rubbing off on
me?� He chuckled. �I can live with that.� Sakaki stepped further into the
living room.

�� There was a small grouping of white
leather furniture a few feet away. The coffee table was glass and wrought iron
with magazines spread in invitation. There was a large area rug beneath it all.
A marble fireplace faced the seating area with a large flat screen TV placed
above the mantle. Beyond the living room was the dining room, a large
rectangular table with matching chairs with dark brown cushions. There was an
intricate shelving unit with flowers, pictures and dishes stacked on its
shelves.

�� To the right was the kitchen. The
countertops were granite, the cabinets a richly stained oak. The island held a
range, and the L-shaped counters along the wall contained a dishwasher and a
trash compacter. The appliances were stainless steel, and there were homey
accents lining the surfaces in each of the rooms. The flooring in the kitchen
was a brown stone, and the style of wood in the living room and dining room was
parquet. Sakaki was afraid to see what the bathroom and bedroom looked like. He
swallowed hard and looked over to Amon.

�� Amon�um�I don�t know if I�m ready
for something like this�� Amon nodded slowly.

�� Well, neither do I,� he admitted.
He sat down on the couch, leaned forward and placed his elbows on his knees.
�But I know that I want to�try, at least.�

�� Try, like�all the way try?� Sakaki
prodded. He approached the couch, but didn�t sit down. �I don�t know that it
would work no matter what we do.�

�� Why is that?�

�� Because�we�re just two completely
different people.�

�� Are you somehow�intimidated by me?�
Amon asked quietly.

�� Somehow?
You act like it�s really so hard to believe? You�re smart and handsome and everybody
respects you and likes you. You own a frickin� Lexus, you�ve got the swankest
restaurant in town��

�� I thought it would�impress you��

�� You�re trying to impress me?� Sakaki asked, starting to worry.
�I�m just some kid, who the hell cares what I think?� Amon�s lips tugged
downward.

�� Why do you think�I have feelings
for you?� he asked.

�� I don�t know. I think it�s just
�cos I�m hot.�

�� I think it�s more than that.� Amon
looked at him as he sat back. �Sit here.� Sakaki settled on the other end of
the couch. Amon scooted and then leaned towards him. �I know that what I feel
for you isn�t just a passing interest. Your history� Your life. Your struggles.
They are similar to mine. I see a lot of myself in you, Sakaki. I think that is
why�I�m so drawn to you.� Amon was watching him, but Sakaki was avoiding eye
contact.

�� Sakaki?�

�� Yeah?�

�� Look at me.� Sakaki did so,
hesitantly.

�� Can I call you Haruto?�

�� Y-yeah�� Sakaki said with a slight
nod. Amon smiled reassuringly as he lifted a hand to brush his fingers across
Sakaki�s tousled bang. Sakaki�s felt his cheeks grow red with warmth and the
sensation of the movement of his hair trickled down into the roots.

�� Haruto�I understand why you�re
nervous and why you�re intimidated. I don�t want to ruin this by coming on too
strong and pushing you when you aren�t ready.�

�� Does that mean that you�? That we
aren�t going to do it?� Sakaki asked.

�� Well, you aren�t exactly jumping at
the chance,� Amon said, perhaps by mistake, he let his frustration be heard
through his tone. �You even called Lee.�

�� How do you know I did?�

�� I know,� Amon stressed. �I know about you and the things that you do
when you�re worried and scared.�

�� I wasn�t scared,� Sakaki said. Amon
pursed his lips in distaste.

�� We�re all trained to tell when
people are lying,� he said.

�� Well you�re not always right,�
Sakaki said, getting loud.

�� I�m right right now, Haruto.�
Sakaki folded his arms. �I�m very familiar with your mannerisms. You can�t lie
to me about something like that.� Sakaki rubbed his ear. Amon watched him. �Now
you�re admitting defeat in a nonverbal way.� Sakaki frowned and Amon smiled
warmly. �Well, you know where I stand, Haruto. You can sleep here on the couch
if you�d prefer.� Sakaki didn�t respond. Amon stood and walked towards the
hall. �The bathroom�s the first door on the right.�

�� Thanks�� Sakaki said quietly. The
moment Amon was out of sight, Sakaki called Michael again. Michael didn�t
answer, but he called back shortly after Sakaki closed his phone.

�� Hey, that was fast,� Michael said.

�� I don�t think I can do this.�

�� Not that again,� Michael sighed.
�What�s the problem this time? Amon�s totally hot and he smells good. Are
you�are you scared of him?�

�� No,� Sakaki said. �I�m just�really
freaking out right now.�

�� You like him, right?�

�� Yeah, I mean� He�s cute and all.�

�� But you don�t wanna do it
because�?�

�� It� It just isn�t that easy,�
Sakaki said. Michael didn�t say anything for a while.

�� Haruto�don�t make this complicated
for yourself. I mean, are you saving yourself or something?�

�� What if I am?�

�� Well, I could tell you that Amon�s
not the type to let people go so easy. He�s the clingy type.�

�� How would you know?� There was
another pause.

�� I know everything, what are you
talking about?� he said, sounding offended. Sakaki frowned at him over the
phone.

�� Yeah, right,� he said. �No one
knows anything about Amon.�

�� I do,� Michael said. �I have my
ways. Anyway, where is he now?�

�� I think he�s going to bed.�

�� In the bedroom, huh? And where are
you?�

�� On the couch.�

�� Hmm� Both places are pretty hot.
But if I were you, I�d have followed him into his room. Do that.�

�� What if�I�m terrible at it?� Sakaki
asked. �I�ve never done this stuff with anyone before��

�� Don�t worry about that, I�m telling
you. Amon�s a virgin gay, too.� Sakaki frowned again.

�� Now how can you possible know
that?� he asked flatly.

�� Geez, how do you think?� Michael
asked, sounding annoyed. �It�s because he�s talked to me before about it. And
he really likes you, Haruto.� Sakaki swallowed hard.

�� R�really?� he asked.

�� Hells yeah. I�m not going to lie
about something like that. He took you home with him. Isn�t that proof enough?�
Sakaki knew in the back of his mind that it was. He looked towards Amon�s big
screen TV and winced. Shit, was he loaded. Sakaki did another sweep of the
room, still awed by Amon�s belongings.

�� Do you think�he wants to be, like, lovers?�

�� Yeah.�

�� Like�boyfriends and everything?�

�� Yeah.�

�� That�s a scary thought��

�� I�m dying of jealousy, Haruto.
Amon�s young, wealthy and handsome as all hell. If he showed an interest in me,
I�d be bending over backwards to be with him, in every stretch of the phrase.�
Sakaki blushed from the visual those words gave him.

�� That�s just because you�re Michael.
You�re not scared of anything.�

�� No�there are things I�m scared of,�
Michael said. �Not many things, but there are some. Shacking up with Amon isn�t
one of them, though.�

�� Well, I�m not scared as much as I�m
nervous.�

�� Do you really think that he�s not
nervous?� Michael asked. �I mean, he has feelings you know? I bet he feels like
a chump now that you rejected him and all.�

�� You�re not helping,� Sakaki
groaned. �I mean, what am I supposed to do. He probably doesn�t even want to
look at me now, so what am I supposed to do.�

�� Look, Amon�s a guy, so even if he�s
feeling rejected, he�ll get over it once you sneak into his bed,� Michael said.
�Do that.�

�� Do what?�

�� Go in his room and sneak into his
bed.�

�� But� Then what?�

�� It�ll come to you. Trust me. One
thing�ll lead to another and then next thing you know�kablam!� Sakaki jumped.
�Fireworks and everything.� Sakaki sat back on the couch. After a few moments
of silence, Michael said, �Just go and let the good times roll.�

�� You make it sound so easy.�

�� Oh, that�s because it is. I�m going
to sleep now.�

�� My ass. Since when do you go to
sleep this early?�

�� Since tonight. So I won�t be a
distraction for you anymore. I�ll turn this thing off if I have to.� Sakaki
sighed and started to rock his legs.

�� I don�t think I like you anymore��
he murmured. Michael laughed at him.

�� Sure, you don�t. Night. Be
naughty.�

�� Night�� Sakaki murmured. Michael
hung up. Sakaki looked towards the hall and sighed. Maybe Michael considered it
easy, but not Sakaki. Easy was lying down on the couch and conking out. Sakaki
stretched out and stared at the ceiling. It was going to be pretty hard to fall
asleep with the lights on, but he was hoping his full stomach would lull him to
sleep before long. Sakaki closed his eyes and replayed a baseball game in his
head, his way of counting sheep. He would asleep in no time, he was sure.

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