• 1-It Ends Tonight
• 2-Surprise Ending
• 3-Sociopath, Table for One
• 4-8C - Nakano
• 5-Strike Out
• 6-Operation Sushi
• 7-For Love or Money

WARNING: THIS CHAPTER WILL CONTAIN YAOI! Finally! A reason for that tiny little M! And I lied in the summary, there’s gonna be a little Shu/Hiro action!

Chapter 3: 8C-Nakano

“Hiro?” Shuichi knocked on the bathroom door, opening it a crack. Steam from the shower floated out into the hallway. Shuichi pushed the door open further and went into the bathroom. “Hiro?” he asked again.

“Shu? What is it? What’s wrong?” the redhead’s face poked out from behind the shower curtain. Shuichi sat cross-legged on the closed seat of the toilet, cupping his chin in his hands, staring at the opposite wall.

“Remember earlier? In the restaurant, when we heard that song?”

“Ye-ah…what about it?” Hiro hoped that this wasn’t going where he thought it was going.

“You think he heard it?” Shuichi asked thoughtfully. “Yuki, I mean…”

Hiro returned to his shower. ‘Of course. Another conversation about Yuki. It’s never about anything else, is it Shu? You’re so oblivious…’ Sighing, he leaned against the wall, letting the hot water wash over him. ‘That’s why I love you so much.’

“Hiro?” the other boy’s voice jolted him back to reality.

“I dunno, Shu. Maybe he did. And maybe he’ll come running to you and beg you to go back to him, just like you want. And you’ll go with him, and you’ll fuck with him, and you’ll live happily ever after with him…just like you want.” Hiro whispered this last part, not bothering to disguise the bitterness in his voice. No matter what he did, Shuichi would never want him like he wanted Yuki. He had waited too long to recognize his feelings, had done too little to show them. Too little, too late. Hiro closed his eyes, mentally berating himself for letting his jealousy show in his voice. Shuichi didn’t deserve that; it wasn’t his fault that his guitarist was stupid.

“What the hell, Hiro?” the sound of Shuichi’s voice so close made the wet, naked boy jump, nearly slipping on the wet tiles. Shuichi was holding the curtain open, glaring a mixture of anger and confusion at him. “First that shit in the bathroom at the studio, and now you sounding like some jilted lover? What the fuck’s your problem?”

Hiro stared blankly at his friend. The only thing going through his mind was how ridiculously easy it would be to simply pull the other boy into the shower and have his way with him, and no one would ever know. The fact that one of them was already naked made the idea seem that much more plausible. Shuichi was so close…close enough to touch, close enough to take a handful of his tight black shirt and slam him against the wall and do so many unmentionable things to him. So close that Hiro didn’t even notice himself go hard, lost in his thoughts, still staring at the other boy. Shuichi, however, waiting for an answer from his long time best friend, noticed almost immediately. His eyes widened and his own cock twitched. Hiro was a lot bigger than he remembered…

He couldn’t wait any longer. The opportunity was too good to ignore. This was his only chance. With a strangled sound, Hiro reached out and grabbed a handful of Shuichi’s shirt, yanking him fully clothed into the shower and crushing their lips together. The smaller boy struggled a little, at first, out of shock, but soon gave in and opened his mouth to admit the wet, warm softness of another tongue, bringing his arms hard around Hiro’s naked body. It had been so long since he had felt this…hot skin against his, strong hands pulling at his clothes, a mouth moving down his neck and chest, licking, biting, teasing… He groaned as Hiro’s hips ground against his, his erection begging to be set free from the tight confines of his pants, a problem quickly rectified by the other boy, his pants dropping with a wet splatter on the floor outside the shower. Lips locked once more, a battle of tongues being waged as wandering hands pinched, stroked and moulded heated flesh. Without warning, Hiro broke the kiss and spun Shuichi around, slamming him face first into the wall, hands grabbing at his hips. There was nothing; no lubricant, no preparation. Shuichi wasn’t ready, but Hiro didn’t care. He slammed into the younger boy again and again, losing himself in the ecstasy of finally claiming him as his own. It was rough, rougher than he had ever intended, but once he started he couldn’t stop. The sound of Shuichi whimpering under him, the feel of bringing him to climax, and the sound of his voice crying out, ‘Hiro!’ as he came drove Hiroshi Nakano over the edge. He shuddered at the force of his own climax, finally going limp and sliding down to the floor of the shower, dragging an unresisting Shuichi with him. Leaning against the wall and cradling Shuichi against his chest, it was only when he leaned down to kiss the boy tenderly on the neck that he heard the sound. Shuichi was crying. He lay curled into a ball, unmoving but for the sobs that racked his body, heedless of the fact that his best friend was staring down at him, bewildered. Suddenly, Hiro understood. It was about Yuki. It would always be about Yuki, no matter what he did. Smiling sadly to himself, Hiro gathered Shuichi into his arms and held him close, letting the other boy cry into his chest, comforting him as he had so often before.

Across town, Eiri Yuki was getting into his car.

X x X

Eiri Yuki sped down the road toward where he knew Shuichi would be staying – with his friend from the band, the guitarist. He’d been there once before, when Shuichi had stopped to pick up something – music or lyrics or something.

It had taken the novelist several hours of aggravated pacing to finally get into and actually start his car. He had already come to terms with the fact that he wanted Shuichi back – needed him back, in fact, – but it was the actual going to get him and admitting he had been wrong that seemed to be giving him trouble. He had changed his clothes at least three times, gone through a pack of cigarettes and a can and a half of beer, and even typed out four pages of nothing but commas, trying desperately to put off going to apologize until, finally, he ran out of things to do. With a final look in the mirror, he had grabbed a fresh pack of cigarettes from his room and walked out the front door and gotten into his car, placed his hands determinedly on the steering wheel and…sat. For 45 minutes he had sat there, staring at nothing, still trying to get his body to respond to the commands his mind was giving it. Finally, his hand reached to turn the key, and the roar of the engine jolted him out of his stupor. His grip on the wheel tightened and his foot stomped on the accelerator, sending him out of the driveway so fast that he left behind him two identical tire marks. His petal-to-the-metal mood only lasted until he hit downtown traffic, however. He tried to mentally speed the lights, determined not to lose his resolve before he actually got to Shuichi. It was all well and good for him to say that he was going to apologize, but to do it was a whole other thing entirely.

After what seemed like an eternity (that was probably only about 20 minutes,) Eiri Yuki pulled into the driveway of the apartment complex that Hiroshi Nakano lived in. He got out of his car and skulked around by the door until someone, an older-looking woman, pulled out a key to let herself in.

“Excuse me, but I seem to have misplaced my key,” Yuki said cheerfully, stepping into the light. “I’m new in this building, and I never remember to bring it with me when I leave.” He laughed at himself as the woman looked him over suspiciously before nodding her head understandingly.

“I did that a lot too, when I first moved in,” she said, opening the door. “Put it on a ring with your car keys,” she whispered confidentially, walking past him as he held the door open for her. “That way you don’t forget it.”

“What a useful tip! Thank you very much, ma’am, I’ll remember that.” He smiled charmingly at her until she disappeared around the corner down the hall, and then made his way quietly to the elevator. He didn’t trust that his mind was quite clear enough to throw off anyone else who might question why he was there.

He found the apartment easily enough, recalling the number from the buzzer system outside. ‘8C – Nakano. Found it.’ Taking a deep breath, Yuki knocked on the apartment door. He heard a great deal of shuffling and swearing come from inside, and waited no few minutes before the door was opened and a wet, hastily-clothed Hiroshi Nakano opened the door, eyes widening as he saw his visitor.

“Y-yuki-san…This is…a surprise…” his nervousness caused Yuki to narrow his eyes.

“I’m here to see Shuichi,” he said, wondering what he had interrupted, exactly.

“Um…He’s not available right now…Maybe you could come back later and – “

“Hiro?” Shuichi’s voice, thick from crying, came floating out of the apartment, followed by a sniff. “Who is it?” The pink-haired boy came into view, every inch as wet as his roommate, clad only in a towel slung around his hips, his eyes still shining with tears “Y-yuki?” he stammered disbelievingly.

Yuki looked between the two boys once before turning without a word and storming down the hallway to the elevator. He was such an idiot.

A/N:Hi kids! Ok so, you guys seem to like this story, but, guys come on now, if you don't give me some feedback here, then I have no reason to live or update! So please, pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeease (yes, I've been reduced to begging!) give me some reviews! If you don't, you'll never see what happens next (and yes, the chapter's already written!)