With a turn of the front door key, the four were inside of their cozy home in seconds.
 Tomite did his best with smiles to please his son who seemed suddenly out of spirits as Hikitsu urged him away eagerly, with kisses to his ears.
 “Tamahome.” began the voice, so desirable, so wonderful to the boy. “You wanted to tell me something?”
 “I believe but, what it was, I can’t remember.”
 “Come to me.” Nakago demanded in a low sort of tone, as though to say, “You have no choice.”
 The blond stood perfectly still in the doorway to his room awaiting the others company and, when having it, shut the door behind them.
 “You were apologizing for something.” he began
 “Oh, for upsetting you, I believe. Even though I didn’t know and I tried to leave. I’m sorry.”
 Tamahome stood against a smooth white wall while Nakago threw himself onto his cushy mattress. Tamahome noticed the other boy’s every move as he gracefully fell onto his pillow and folded his long legs. He was just so....so....is sexy a good word?
 The boy gazed at Nakago’s beautiful body, refusing to turn away and no good would have come out of trying.
 “Talk to me, Tamahome.” with glossy, parted lips, the boy asked again, “You had something to tell me, didn’t you?”
 “No, but I know that you do......have something to say.”
 “Why would you want to listen to me ramble?”
 “Because.” he began with beating heart and blushing cheeks. “....You interest me, quite a bit. Nakago,...I want to hear what you have to say.”
 “You surprise me ‘quite a bit’ boy.” Nakago said, pushing himself to a sitting position and looking puzzledly into a blushing face. “What’s so interesting about me? I’m not your type. You don’t even know me.”
 “Maybe that’s what’s interesting.” he responded, tossing the words ‘not your type’ around in his head. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
 “...Nice.” responded the boy carelessly. “What do you want to hear about? Perhaps the wonderful story of my life? Pull up a floor and listen.”
 “Tell me,......about your childhood. I heard that....”
 “What!?”
 “Nothing!”
 “Do you really want to know?” Nakago glared down with icy eyes. “You think that you really want to know.”
 “Sure I do. But, you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.”
 “Yes I do. You really want to hear. Tamahome,......how do you like your life? Tell me.”
 Tamahome could feel his knees grow weak and stomach begin to ache. He fell to the floor and intently gazed at the carpet as Nakago began to explain his childhood story.
 “I don’t know.” he spit out quickly as Nakago continued.
 “Well, I know. You feel alone. Unloved. And it’s awkward for you to be here with us, isn’t it? ....Don’t you?”
 “......Yes, a little.”
 “You grew up in an orphanage, like me. You were taken on by this family, like me. But, you feel badly.”
 Sliding from off of his bed, Nakago fell to his knees in front of Tamahome who’s eyes began to water slightly from the tone of the other boy’s voice.
 Mixed with his voice, Tamahome could hear a sort of trembling pain. What was wrong? Why couldn’t he control himself?
 The lovely blond pushed strands of gold from his eyes and inched closer to Tamahome who’s heart raced and chin began to tremble.
 “You feel badly, Tamahome?” he began, lowering his quivering voice. “Tell me about your father. Was he loving? Did he abandon you? Leave you?....Did he die?” Nakago’s words grew to whispers into Tamahome’s face and closed eyes that pierced his heart and forced large tears to flow.
 “Yes......he’s dead.” he cried into cupped hands. “He left me. Died of some god damn sickness!”
 “Sickness.”
 “Yes! He was incredibly sick.”
 Tamahome’s red eyes dripped as they looked into Nakago’s beautiful face. His smooth lips smiled as he dug his fingers into the carpet. To Tamahome, he seemed quite..... ‘turned on’ and incredibly pleased.
 “What about your mother?”
 “I don’t remember. What about you?”
 “What about me?”
 “Your family.”
 “I don’t know. As far as I know, I have no real family. And no brother.”
 The boy inched still closer, looking as though he wanted to jump forward and take a bite out of Tamahome’s face.
 “How can you sit here and cry? I don’t understand.”
 “...And I don’t understand why you don’t understand.” Tamahome’s voice cracked. “Maybe if you told me whatever the hell it is that happened to you that was so horrible then, I would understand you.”
 “Dammit you!!” began Nakago, hitting his hands against the wall which Tamahome pressed himself.
 The blond was so close that the other boy could not only feel his warm, sweet breath but, hear the brisk beat of his heart and smell his hair.
 “I do feel something.” Tamahome thought as he listened. “I want him.”
 The boy found himself wishing that Nakago would cry on his shoulder so that he could wrap his arms around the boy’s thin waist. He wanted that lovely mouth and those glossy pink lips to sink and crush his own with a long, hard, passionate kiss.
 “What am I thinking? What am I doing....?” he asked himself. “How can I feel this way for someone I don’t even know?!”
 “Why do you say that?!” Tamahome spit out a delayed reaction at the boy.
 “Because. Because I can’t handle you! Something about you makes me want to reach out and....” Nakago paused, noticing a deep blush run across Tamahome’s face as he thought, “Oh my God.....oh my God!”
 “Abuse you.........You make me want to beat the crap out of your pretty little body and then,......and then....”
 The blush quickly faded from Tamahome’s face and he could feel himself begin to shake. Who the hell does he think he is?
 “What?!?” he uncontrollably snapped. “What the hell do you mean? Why do you think that? Is it because you can’t feel sorry for yourself anymore? ‘Cause you have finally met someone with problems equal to your’s? You’re nothing but a big,....faking....asshole!”
 Nakago’s blue eyes burst with flames and his hand swung, fiercely smacking Tamahome’s cheek with all of it’s strength.
 The boy’s cheek burned a bright pink as his tears ceased to fall. The shock of the blow which he had received from the boy he so desired, prevented any further crying.
 He sat staring with a horrified expression that grew yet worse as Nakago screamed frantically into his face.
 “..A ‘faking.....asshole’?” he began. “Faking you say? I’ve met my match in you, you think? Is that so, I’m nothing but a big, fat, ‘faking’, ling, ‘evil’, let’s see, what else am I? Tell me! C'mon ‘Tama-chan’ what the hell am I? You seem to know so well.”
 “Stop it!” screamed the blue haired boy, finding his tears again and pushing Nakago away by pressing hand against chest.
 “I faked everything.” he began again, slightly lowering the decibels and smiling. “That fever, I faked it all. I only wanted attention, right? And what about before? Tell me, how did I pull off my own kidnapping exactly? I must be pretty talented. Oh, and why,.....why would I pretend to be abused and molested by some old man when I was little? Huh?”
 Tamahome noticed Nakago’s smile and the manor in which he spoke. It was then that he realized what the boy was really faking.
 A singular tear gracefully slid down Nakago’s pale cheek from his hair covered eye, as he continued to smile. He hung his head as his chest heaved with sobs and evil laughter, still holding hands against the wall. His body, leaning over the sad, tearful, and regretful Tamahome.
 “......Nakago........I’m sorry....” he whispered, slowly parting golden hair to get to a beautiful face. “I can feel my heart breaking.”
 Breathing heavily and shaking uncontrollably, he lifted Nakago’s smooth chin with his forefinger and gazed lovingly into his favorite eyes.
 “I’m sorry.” he repeated “I didn’t know. I didn’t mean it either. I......I..”
 “I hate you.” Nakago finished, pulling his face from Tamahome’s hold.
 “No!......no!” the boy cried. “I don’t hate you! Please,...please don’t hate me.”
 “Oh, but I do. I want to kill you! I want to.....”
 Until that very moment, as Nakago’s words of hate rang through his ears, Tamahome hadn’t realized just how strong the boy’s grip was, or how much he really loved and wanted him.
He gasped open mouthed as warm hands roughly jerked forward his neck and the feel of warm breath hit again against his skin.
 Quickly and still quite roughly, Nakago pulled the two heads together and shoved his tongue through Tamahome’s parted lips. He pulled away quickly when touching tongues with the other boy, enough to feel Tamahome pull his mouth eagerly back for more.
 Nakago gently licked fallen tears from Tamahome’s face and again returned to the boy’s mouth, sucking on smooth lips and tongue. He could feel the racing speed of the other boy’s heart as he pulled him into a strong, loving hold against his chest.
 Tamahome threw his arms around Nakago’s neck and began to realize what he was doing. Pulling away from their liplock, the surprised boy blinked several times, as though to adjust his focus. He looked to the other boy whom he now sat stratled cozily in the lap of and smiled.
 “Do you really hate me?”
 “Even if I do, and even if I don’t, I’m going to make love to you and love you, Tamahome.”
 “......If you say so.”
 The two threw themselves again into tender embrace, kissing violently and breathing heavily. Standing up, perfectly insync, the two moved a few steps backward and fell, one ontop the other, onto Nakago’s soft bed.
 “I feel so comfortable in his lips, in his arms.” Tamahome thought. “I love him and hate him,.....it’s wonderful.”
 The boys’ sweet kissing and Tamahome’s sweet and usual thinking was abruptly interrupted by a familiar, very much surprised, and shocked voice exclaiming,
 “I heard you two screaming. Is everything okaaa...............What the hell?! You...are... Supposed to be brothers!”
 The poor man, now speechless, had no response or slight acknowledgment from the two who had become so involved in each other that they were oblivious to everything else.
 “Tamahome, how old are you again?” Nakago asked.
 “Old enough.” he was answered.
 “How do you feel right now?”
 “.....Like it won’t be so hard adjusting to this lifestyle after all.”