Somewhere in between

Warnings: Shounen-ai/yaoi, adult situations, and language.

If you do not know what shounen ai and yaoi are, don't read it. If you are not mature enough to handle these things, don't read it.

THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS LEMON, I can't warn you people enough. Although, I suppose that if you've been following this story up to here, this should come as no surprise whatsoever...

He kissed Yuki. He kissed him! Oh for the love of God--Why me?!?! Kyou thought frantically to himself while a gaping Yuki stared back at him, eyes wide. Well, it seemed more like Yuki was looking past him at some fixed point beyond his head. But that didn't change the fact that Kyou, in a moment of absentmindedness, gave into the temptation of feeling those warm, slightly-chapped lips on his own. He mentally berated himself for throwing what he had had with the other boy in a moment of sheer stupidity. What the hell am I going to do!? Not bothering to stand up and run to the sanctity of his room, Kyou rested his head into his hands. He couldn't move his legs anyway.

When Yuki finally registered what had happened; he looked up to find a sobbing brunette in front of him. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please don't hate me. Please. I'm really sorry..." Kyou repeated over and over again, whispering it as if he were talking to himself more than to Yuki. He jabbed the the distraught boy in the side. Kyou didn't even flinch, and he was really ticklish. This was bad.

"Kyou?" Yuki called, resting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm sorry. Please, don't be mad. I won't do it again..." he rambled on and on.

"Kyou!" The brunette didn't respond, he just continued apologizing.

"Kyou! Dammit! Shut up." Kyou finally snapped back to reality, eyes still tear-filled and red. He almost couldn't believe what Yuki had said. He had about as much noise as a debate team going on in his head, and Yuki was inconsiderate enough, he had the gall, to tell him to shut up!? And suddenly, he wasn't sad and scared anymore, he was angry. This was all wrong. This isn't how he wanted it to be. He was so busy thinking of Yuki's last statement that he almost missed the next one.

"Shut up and kiss me again, you idiot."

"...."

It took the soccer-loving brunette a moment to realize what Yuki had just requested, or more like demanded. When he came to his senses (he still looked a bit dazed though), putting his hands on the ground in front of him, he leaned forward and brought his lips to his beloved's. The kiss was slow and questioning, gentle and chaste, at first anyway. Running his tongue across Kyou's lower lip, he asked for permission to enter. Kyou was a little hesitant, but parted his lips slightly as he felt the other boy continue to pursue his admittance. Their tongues swirled together sweetly as they continued, Yuki's arms moving to rest around the younger boy's waist. Somewhere in the process of making out, Yuki dragged the brunette up and lead him to the couch where he found a very comfortable position lying on top of Kyou, without breaking the contact between their lips (let's face it, they were just enjoying themselves too much).

Kyou winced and shivered as one of Yuki's hands lifted up the brunette's shirt and made its way slowly (painfully so in Kyou's opinion) upward to rest on his chest. He whimpered as Yuki broke the contact between their lips and move his to Kyou's sensitive neck, lapping and kissing his way up and the column of flesh. Wrapping his legs around Yuki's waist, the slightly younger boy ran his hands through the thick locks of silky midnight hair. Kyou looked up questioningly into warm gray eyes as Yuki stopped his ministrations, briefly wondering if he had done anything wrong. He was answered when Yuki whisked off the brunette's shirt and then proceeded to unbutton his own.

"Yuki..." his voice cracked slightly as he managed to whisper his lover's name. "Should...uhn..." he paused momentarily and continued "we be doing...aaah...this here?"

"Is the couch uncomfortable?"

"No, it's not...shit!" the brunette gasped as he felt a wet warmth swirling around a pert nub on his chest. "Yuki! I'm...uhnnn...what...ahhh...w...will you...stop for one moment?"

"Yes?"

"What I mean is, won't this get a little...messy?"

"It's okay, we can get it cleaned. It's not like we ever invite anyone over. Is that all?"

"I suppose so." Kyou's cheeks took on a shade of pink as he looked at the floor, feeling a little stupid for asking and Yuki found it entirely too cute to resist. He leaned back down to that sun-kissed chest and continued to lap at the pink nub, while gently pinching the other one between his index finger and thumb which caused the brunette under him to let out a throaty moan in response. His cheeks were still pink, though, and his breathing was a little heavier.

Yuki continued to explore the soccer-player's sculpted body, kissing, nipping, or licking every muscle and crevice on Kyou's lightly bronzed torso. He moved down Kyou's stomach until he reached the waistband of his jeans. He looked up at the brunette, asking for approval to go further. Kyou let out another moan, signaling his consent. Yuki carefully stripped Kyou of his remaining garments. He let out a small gasp as he saw the aroused length; it was the first time he had taken the time to look at Kyou this way. He looked back up into his lover's eyes as he heard his whining. The brunette was obviously unhappy at the fact that he was the only one without any clothes on. He nodded in comprehension. Fumbling with the buttons on his own pants, Yuki finally managed to pull of his pants and boxers in what was record time. Immediately after throwing his pants across the room, Yuki returned to the task at hand. Leaning down, he heard Kyou suck in a sharp breath of air as the brunette found his length surrounded by the same wet warmth that assaulted his chest earlier. As Yuki continued to move his way up and down the brunette's erection, Kyou breathed harder with every passing second. Soon, he couldn't take it any longer, and came into the warm cavern of Yuki's mouth. The raven-haired boy drank up his lover's sweetness with fervor. He had decided that he liked giving Kyou a blow job very much. The low throaty moans that the brunette was emitting were so tantalizing and enough to give him a hard-on. And damn, did his lover taste sweet.

Putting his hands on Yuki's beautiful face, the brunette pulled him up so that their lips could meet in another sweet kiss. Kyou could taste himself on his lover's lips (was it strange that he thought that it was strange?). He ignored the unfamiliarity of it all. Despite all of those times Yuki had fucked him, Kyou considered this his "first time", because this, this was not fucking. Though, he wasn't quite sure what it was, was it love-making? It must be, because he had never felt so good before. He could feel love permeating the air. It was love, wasn't it? His brain stopped asking questions as he felt a slick finger slip into him. Yuki never bothered prepping him before fucking him, so this couldn't just be fucking. Soon, two other fingers followed suit and joined the first inside the brunette.

Yuki moved his fingers around slowly and gently, searching for that spot that would make his lover shrivel up in ecstasy. And he found it a moment later, he rationalized, when Kyou let out an unrestrained cry of pleasure. Positioning himself between those spread legs, one of which was draped across the backrest of the couch, Yuki slowly pushed himself into the brunette below him. He nestled himself within his lover's warm body and began moving in and out ever-so-slightly, creating a slow, steady rhythm. Kyou wrapped his legs around the other boy's waist. How many times had he dreamed of this? He couldn't even count. Yuki began to move faster and faster; Kyou's hands gripped onto the fabric of the sofa so tightly that his knuckles were turning white. The thrusting became faster, harder, and Kyou welcomed the exquisite pain and pleasure that he felt at the same time. Yuki felt like he was about to combust with all the tension mounting inside of him. Gripping Kyou's length hard, the brunette came between their touching bodies as Yuki released into the other boy. Slowly, he pulled out of his lover and lay atop him, holding him close despite their sweat-slicked, bodily-fluid-covered bodies, kissing Kyou one last time before they both fell asleep.

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When Kyou woke up, he felt a little strange. He realized that it was dark in the room. Strange, usually he left his bed-side lamp on. It wasn't that he was afraid of the dark, he just didn't like it much. He sat up and reached for where the lamp should have been but only grasped thin air. He didn't like the dark. He didn't like it because everything seemed different in the dark when he couldn't see it. And when things seemed different, he didn't know what to make of them anymore.

He gripped the sheets on the bed, even the sheets felt different. The room smelled different, and it wasn't the "smell of sex" either because he noticed that he wasn't covered in a sticky mess anymore. Kyou knew that what had happened was no dream (he wasn't drunk like last time). But had he mistaken the signs? Was his relationship with Yuki not much farther than where it had been? If Yuki didn't even want to sleep with him after it, did that mean that there was no love? Did Yuki still hate him that much? He felt cold. Reaching next to him, he found that the bed was cold. Falling back onto the bed he began to cry.

It was dark, cold, and lonely. He felt so empty. He briefly considered walking across the hall to Yuki's room, but Kyou didn't think that Yuki would want to be woken up in the middle of the night simply because he was so insecure. Sitting up again, he hugged his legs close to his chest and began to cry. Why couldn't he find the fucking lamp? The little bit of light always chased away the loneliness to some small extent, and that in and of itself comforted Kyou so much. Crying to himself, he didn't hear the footsteps as someone entered the room.

Kyou didn't realize that he wasn't alone until he felt a familiar pair of arms wrap around him securely. He suddenly felt safe. Yuki kissed his forehead lightly and wiped away those stray tears from the brunette's startled face. Peeling the covers back, Yuki climbed into the bed, pulling Kyou down with him. The slightly older boy wrapped the brunette in his arms again, spooning Kyou. And suddenly everything made sense to Kyou. Why the room smelt different, why the sheets felt strange, why his stupid lamp wasn't on (or even there, for that matter). He realized, that he wasn't in his room, he was in Yuki's.

"Where did you go? I thought that..."

"I was washing up. Yeah, I figured as much when I came in here and you were crying. But you slept while I was cleaning you up, so I didn't think you would wake up so soon."

"I'm sorry."

"No, don't be. It's my own fault that you thought that. I have been a grade-A bastard."

"Yuki."

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I...I lo..."

"It's okay, I know how hard it is for you to say it."

"...I love you," he managed to whisper in a hurry.

Even in the dark room, Kyou could practically feel the blush painted across his lover's face. The brunette giggled and snuggled deeper into Yuki's chest.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Wake up!"

"I don't wanna go to school!"

"Neither do I, but we have too."

"Fine."

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

"Oh my God!" one girl wailed, looking across the school-yard. All heads turned in the direction she was looking. After a moment of complete silence, the cries of girls pierced through the stillness. Some girls giggled at the utter cuteness, while even more cried in disappointment with their friends, and a few even looked kind of smug. Approaching the school gate was a tall, handsome, raven-haired boy with his arm slung across one slightly shorter, blushing brunette soccer player's shoulders.

Notes: OMG! I'm soo sorry that took like...3 weeks to churn out. I had finals right after I got back from break and i've been spending the past week or so recovering from those finals! EEP! Okay, well that's the end I think :) AAANYWAAAAAYS thank you everyone for reading this story! All your comments and reviews have really meant a lot to me while i have been writing this story. Your encouragement really motivated me to finish this piece and thank you all, again!!!!!! So please, don't hesitate to tell me what you thought of this as a whole!

PS: I'm really sorry the lemon isn't uhm...that good. I've never written any lemons before this fic, so i really don't know what i'm doing...perhaps you should give me tips on how to write a proper lemon? But i really don't think i'll be writing that many of them -____-. I'm actually quite surprised i even wrote a graphic scene period.

Anyways, THANKS AGAIN! I LOVE YOU GUYS!