Jin headed towards the bathroom, face set in a determined mask. His eyebrows were pointing down at odd angles and his mouth was in an impossibly straight line. No matter what, he would find out what was wrong with Kame! He clenched his fists and ventured slowly into the dark, unknown terrain (aka Kame's bathroom).

He was suddenly interrupted from his endeavors by a noise. Jin screamed, turned the other way, and struck a karate stance. Did I ever learn karate anyways? He pondered aimlessly and stood, listening for the loud, funny noise he'd heard just moments ago.

Then, he heard again! He moved toward the source as he tried to make his face even more frightening. However, he couldn't help feeling the blood rush to his ears when he realized what it was. It was just the phone…

He chuckled, embarrassed, and combed his fingers through his hair, ruffling it up a bit as he did. Wow, I'm really stupid.  He laughed a bit more at his idiocy before heading over to the object.

What an eccentric phone! 

He gasped—amazed and entertained at the bright, plastic turquoise turtle making a chika chika aaah sound. Hmm…now that I think of it…this noise is kind of familiar…

The turtle squeaked again as he tried (unsuccessfully) to find the "talk" button. Finally, he spotted a small black button in the corner and pressed it. To his delight, the turtle stopped making funny noises.  A smile played on the corners of his lips at this amazing discovery, and he put the turtle's tummy rest on his ear and said cheerily, "HEYAAAA!"

He heard the other person chuckle, "Kame? Are you partying without us?...Is this even Kame??"

"Nope! This is…Kame's pet…turtle," Jin laughed at his own totally not lame joke, and he had to hold on to his sides to keep them from aching as he gasped for air.

Ueda, who was on the other phone, narrowed his eyes—this was definitely not Kame.  He put on his best fake voice so that the screaming curiosity would go undetected—he would stalk Kame's apartment later and find out exactly what was going on… He chuckled evilly to himself as he spoke back into the phone again, "Ahh, I see, pet turtle-chan, would you be so kind as to let Kame know his best friends have gone out to buy him some lunch and that we shall be dropping by sometime soon?"

Jin blinked uncomprehendingly for a few seconds and then he nodded.  When he realized the other couldn't see him over the phone, he replied, amusement lacing his voice, "Hai, hai…I'll be sure to tell him! Bye!"

He promptly hung up without waiting for a reply as bubbles of laughter exploded out of his mouth. There was just no way he could get over the most hilariously built phone! Still laughing quietly to himself, he sauntered over to the bathroom that Kame had shut himself in; it had been a while now.

Bemused, he placed an ear over the door's smooth surface and listened intently.  At first, he didn't hear anything; after a while though, his ears caught the faintest sound of whimpering and his eyes widened, wondering what if Kame was okay. His mind ran going a hundred miles an hour and he started worrying so much that he was panicking—a stricken horror twisted his features as dread leaked into his brain.  Each new thought was more frightening than the one previous and he gripped the edge of the wall with a crushing tension.

However, Jin was quickly proven wrong when he suddenly heard another noise…one that was nothing of a whimper but more like a moan. Okay, a lot like a moan…As a matter of fact…it probably was a moan.

Jin's mouth quirked up into a smirk as he finally realized…Kame had the hots for him??

No better way to find out than to go in there yourself! Jin informed himself determinedly as he gave himself a pep talk, crushing his eyebrows together in a resolute and completely serious manner.

He decided not to knock and just help himself—it would probably be a lot more fun that way anyways…

Using his arm to brace himself against the door frame and the other on the door, he gave it a yank, sending all bolts snapping loose—the little that there were.  Stumbling backwards from the momentum, he tumbled on to the carpet, wincing as his skin grazed against the rough rug.

He got up silently, praying to the heavens that what he was about to see would not make him want to gouge his eyes out.

As he neared the door, the sounds got louder and louder and Jin was sure of it now—something was definitely up with Kame.

He took another deep, preparatory breath and took a small peek into the bathroom. And what he saw made him fall backwards. His knees gave in as his hands scraped against the flooring; he stared bug-eyed at the open door, and gaped wordlessly for a few minutes until his brain started working again.

I did not just…he…I…he…oh my fucking god…

Finally mustering up some weak ass courage, he crawled over to the door, peeked inside and nearly lost it all over again.  Fortunately though, this time around, he got a hold of himself and instead took a sharp inhale crawled lithely over to Kame.

Kame …was…touching himself all over and playing with himself. He was so lost in his own world that he didn't even hear the door break open. Jin wondered what would happen if it was a criminal that broke in…he smiled to himself as he neared Kame.  His eyes were closed and he was panting, deep, full-blown moans and a little bit of whining mixed in as well.  It turned Jin on so much to the point that he was contemplating just taking Kame right then and there.

But no…he wouldn't give in just yet…he wanted to give Kame something first…

Easing slowly and carefully into the spot next to Kame who was palming himself through his plaid boxers, the thin fabric bunching up in a messy knot around the conspicuous bulge, Jin grinned and thought to himself, This better work…or else…I'm so dead.

In one swift motion, Jin managed to clamp one hand roughly around Kame's mouth and smack Kame's "pleasuring" hand with the other. In a flash, Jin was on top of Kame, his hips straddling the other's and his hand already at work on Kame's erection.

The other man jerked backwards violently is surprise, his eyes snapping open. He tried to wriggle out of Jin's grasp but failed. The whole thing had been futile; Jin already had him completely pinned under his weight after all…

Kame looked like he was seriously going to spontaneously combust.  Who wouldn't want to die if they were caught doing such an embarrassing act?  However, things started seriously getting out of hand when Jin started grinding his hips on Kame's thighs, one hand still compressed on the other's mouth and the other hand moving, stroking Kame's member in a slow, torturing manner.  A low, unwanted moan struggled out of his throat, resonating in his ears and found its way to Jin's eardrums—making his smirk grow.

"Let me…give you a hand…" Jin purred mischieviously.

This was totally not supposed to happening?  Was it?  This wasn't even happening…right?  Kame's mind was eating away at him as he tried to make some sort of inane sense of this…ordeal. But his thoughts were continuously interrupted as Jin's fingers worked their way into his boxers, lifting the soft material away from a certain anatomical structure. Kame moaned again loudly and Jin found it almost unbearable to see the other enjoying his explicit touches, the way he slightly trailed his fingers along Kame's erection...He wanted so badly to touch Kame all over, run his fingers all over his smooth chest, to be inside him, be a part of him…

However the reminder that they had known each other only two days stopped Jin's raging animal instincts and he managed to control it fairly well—or so he hoped.

It was a record time for getting the other's clothes off for Jin and he couldn't help but give a chuckle as this came to realization.  Unfortunately for Kame, this had involuntary affects—as soon he heard Jin's low, husky voice, his mind had somehow recorded this as an extremely sexy noise and he groaned noisily, thrusting his hips up at Jin's hand, trying to get Jin to move it faster, to touch him harder, to grind against him rougher.  Jin gasped as he responded almost immediately to Kame's frenzied appeal, grasping the rubber band lining of the shorts, Jin made a grab for it and dragged it down to Kame's ankles—Kame made Jin moan again, his tongue running wet and rough against the crevices of Jin's hand.

Desperately, Jin wrapped his fingers around Kame's shaft, pumping him skillfully and vigorously as he produced another grunt from the other.  Skin on skin; hot, scorching, and every light fluttering touch wanted to be more, much more. More passionate, more insistent, more messy, more wet, more burning. Just more.

In a wink, Jin's chest was pressed against Kame's, forcing both of their bodies to slip down on the bathtub; its white walls were the last thing Jin saw before he mashed their lips together. The first kiss they shared was heavenly, tongue on tongue and teeth colliding, a deep red imprint was left on Jin's lower lip but he couldn't have cared less. Kame could have sworn he saw clouds, a bright ray of sunshine and tiny speckles of stars scattering his mind into pieces of nothing. Thoughts of a cherry-tinted tongue entered his mind as he peeked to look at Jin, and all traces of logic trickled slowly away from his thoughts and he almost didn't want it back. But just almost.

Kame moaned. Jin's hand became something much, much more than a hand because the things it were doing were divine—fingertips that felt like fire smoldered against his member, occasional palms and fingers squeezing him hard—making the grunts and the moans come out so high pitched it was barely even audible.

Kame didn't know how long he could keep from releasing; his mind filled with ways he wanted Jin to touch him and his tongue pulsated against Jin's, causing them to both to let out noises, Jin's in a low groan and Kame's a desperate whimper.

"J-Jin…You…Wh-what if someone comes in…?" Kame managed to gasp against Jin's lip as Jin's eyelashes tickled his cheekbones, and he grabbed a fistful of the soft hair and exhaled raggedly.

Jin wanted to laugh but he couldn't because Kame's tongue was running hot and moist on Jin's neck and all he could manage was, "Hnnnn…no one…would come in now…silly—"

Jin cut himself off by suddenly stopping his movements, his head jerking back and eyes snapping open.  He gasped, eyes wide as saucers, "Ohmygod, y-your friends…they…they said they were dropping by later…"

Kame had to smirk at Jin's stuttering and the cuteness of his sudden reaction. But Kame was not done, the fact that they could possibly have gotten caught only made him hotter and he moaned in Jin's ear, "The least you could do is finish me off, Jin…"  

Jin stared at the lustful look lining the dark eyes and he shivered; Kame bit his lip sexily as he kissed a trail down from Jin's ear to his collarbone, and an involuntary shiver ran down Jin's back.  He couldn't take it anymore; he tackled the other man's pink, puckered lips and bit down hard, his hand returning to the hard erection—ready to give in at any moment. Jin grinded his hips against Kame's one last time and as his rough, dark jeans grazed Kame's shaft accidentally; one more pump was all that Kame needed and he screamed, a sliver of sweat snaking its way down his face and disappearing under his chin. His knuckles had become a pale white from gripping the bathroom walls too hard. His cry of release rang in Jin's ears and he smiled smugly—glad to have been able to help.

Just as Kame came down from his climax, his body shaking violently, the doorbell rang and both of them yelped, surprise making their hearts jump in their throats. Finally realizing what was going on, Jin helped Kame to his feet, whose jeans and clothes still discarded all over the floor as he stood there butt naked looking like the cutest thing alive.

Jin smiled and grabbed Kame's jeans and boxers, bunched them up into a ball and shoved them into Kame's arms, mumbling, "Get dressed, you dork. Oh, and you're welcome."  He left Kame standing there to get something on that bare butt of his so Jin would finally stop getting hard—he was almost regretful he didn't get any release… But seeing Kame react like that was worth it. Jin decided as he shut the door, winking at the other before closing it completely, a grin still visible on his face.

He quickly marched over to the kitchen sink and couldn't help but drift into his thoughts as the pink soap slimed onto his palms. Kame…two days…and I already gave him a hand job?  Talk about moving fast…  

Jin remembered Kame's almond eyes and he blushed, already wishing to see them again.  But the doorbell's loud and insistent ring invaded his thoughts and Jin hurriedly made his way to the door, shouting, "Coming! Coming! Hold your horses!"

He chuckled to himself at how housewife-y he sounded and the huge grin was still wide on his face when he swung the door open. There were four guys waiting outside, all seemingly around his and Kame's age.  They just stood there staring at each other for a few minutes until finally one of them spoke up, a tall, broad-shouldered boy spoke, his huge smile so bright it made Jin want to look away, "Hey~ is Kazuya home?  We brought him lunch!"  The other held up, it must have been, at least six boxes of pizza and Jin's eyes widened, how could five boys eat so much pizza?!

"You must be the turtle, aren't you," another voice spoke, his voice low and husky, his bangs falling over his eyes. But still, Jin noticed, he was still beautiful—so pretty he almost had a feminine-like air to him and Jin glanced at him with burning curiosity. When his mind had registered what this mysterious pretty man had said, he replied, "Ahah! Yeah~ the pet turtle, that's me! You guys must be Kame's friends right? You should come on in!"

He widened the door and stepped aside, studying the foursome from the side as they strolled in and chattered animatedly, cracking inside jokes and throwing Jin curious looks. The pretty boy had a cup of some type of iced coffee in his hand as he spoke with the others, smiling at Jin from the couch he was settled on. Ah, that reminds me, I really want some coffee right about now…

"Nice to meet you, I'm Akanishi Jin~! Please call me Jin," he announced loudly to the four of them. Everyone smiled and nodded respectfully and introduced themselves, but the Pretty Boy froze and stared at Jin. His face became a mix of hostility and pallidity and Jin was afraid the Iced Tea would explode from Pretty Boy's mouth if he was surprised further.  

"A-are you okay??" Jin croaked as panic took him, afraid something was wrong with the other.

The pretty boy blinked a few times before he swallowed, the color returning to his face and the crimson to his cheeks as he gasped, shock blatantly obvious in his voice, "You're Jin?"

Jin blinked at him a few times, and as if afraid he would break something, and whispered, "Yeah, I'm Jin…you?"

The other boy continued to stare at him, shock contorting his face as he scrutinized Jin's features, not quite able to accept the fact that this was the guy.

"Well aren't you a doll! Dude, you're like freaking gorgeous," the pretty boy remarked, and Jin blushed, flattered, but also amused because the words PB (Jin had resorted to calling him that—short for Pretty Boy) used clashed with each other and with his tone.

Jin's flattering moment was quickly interrupted as he heard Kame's voice behind him echoing in a light, airy tone, "Hey, you guys came!  Should've called!  Ooh, and you brought lunch too?  Are you guys torturing Jin-san?"

Suddenly, PB flung himself at Kame, knocking him backwards and planting, a big wet, sloppy kiss on his cheek, all the meanwhile squealing, "AAH! Kame-chan!"

Kame laughed heartily at his friend's energy and pushed him off, trying to get back on his feet as he replied, "Tat-chan, you gotta stop glomping me like that, you'll get yours someday!"

Ohhh, Tat-chan is it?

The PB (or so-called Tat-chan) smiled sheepishly and shrugged his shoulders, "How would you live without my glomps, Kame-chan?"  Then he added, "Oh, and we did call! Your pet turtle picked up and then he hung up on me…" With that, PB glanced at Jin and a glint of humor flickered in his eyes.

Kame turned to Jin too and arched a perfect eyebrow—making the blood rush to his ears as Kame's gaze graced his features.

Jin locked eyes with him, and a silent eye battle ensued as they looked at each other. Jin sent him a look that said, Hey, I don't know what that idiot PB is talking about.  And plus, you owe me big time, babe.

Jin directed his eyesight below his navel for half a second so that the others wouldn't notice, as he eyed the faintly noticeable bulge in his jeans.

It was Kame's turn to flush as he realized what Jin was trying to tell him. Smiling sheepishly, he returned his attention back to the group, who, to his surprise, was now eyeballing the pair suspiciously.  Kame suddenly clasped his hands together and announced, "Yosh! Guys, I think you need some proper, introductions right?  I would like you to meet Akanishi Jin!"

Jin felt himself go pink again at his name being spoken by Kame, the syllables flowing out of his tongue and rolling out so naturally—like he was destined to say his name.

Everyone got up from their warm seats on the couch to shake hands with Jin; cordial and friendly exchanges of names were given and greetings floated around the room. Everyone was warm with smiles and laughter, and Kame blinked happily as he watched his friends were instantly attracted to Jin's charm.

But Kame wasn't just attracted, he was officially addicted. His mind swirled into a haze of dirty thoughts as he recalled the earlier event, reddening a deep maroon at every moment he remembered—flickers of pink tongue replaying in his mind and he had to bite on his inner cheek to keep from squealing or passing out, likewise.

After a few more friendly introductions, they all settled on the rug near the fire, nibbling on pizza—or rather in Koki's case, wolfing down pizza—and sipping on hot cocoa.  They watched the cars go by in the window, the slush from the snow earlier that morning already melting into a wet, gray mess in just a few hours. They played cards and monopoly the rest of the day—it was quiet and peaceful, it was carefree for just a moment in time. Jin smiled.  Kame caught his lips curling upward and he smiled back with his eyes, a secret look between them.

This is like a scene out of the Pottery Barn magazine… Jin thought to himself as he gazed into Kame's caramel orbs and listened to the flickering of the orange fireplace.  He sighed contentedly, Nothing's bad about Pottery Barn moments…

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It was scary, and dark.  Kame wanted to scream, wanted to yell at them to stop. He could have stopped it. Could've stopped it all. But he didn't. He was at fault. And he continued to blame himself. To blame himself for the fury, the rage, the heartbreak and darkness that encompassed his world, the darkness that came like giant waves, crashing into one spot over and over.

Kame had seen it first too.  He didn't do anything about, because he didn't know what to believe. He had thought it was just a nightmare, nothing to worry about.  The eight year old child clutched the pink stuffed pig deathly close against his chest; it was his only source of comfort. The boy cried to his mother, called for his mother. He wanted to stop the nightmare, wanted to make it go away.

The plane's wings burst in sudden flames, an unidentifiable mix of orange, red and blue rage, its edges eating away at the windows.  The floor caved in as the plane fell through the air, headed straight for the ground, headed straight into oblivion. Kame cried out to his mother.  He could only watch—he couldn't do a single thing to stop it. He saw the plane's wheels crash into the ground, saw them become puffs of nothing. Kame watched as the rest of the object smash into the ground, fracturing into thousands of miniscule pieces that would never be found, never be forgotten.

Kame, the boy of mere eight years woke up screaming, tears streaming down his face.

His mother died only a few days later in a business flight to Singapore.

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As rare as they were, whenever Kame had a dream, it came true.  Every single one. Just thinking about it wanted to make him scream and pull at his hair. He wanted them to stop. Anything to make them stop.

A thorn pricked the back of Kame's throat as Jin smiled at him, his eyes shining with interest. And all Kame could do was pray.

He prayed to the gods, No, please, not him.

Spare him please.

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A/N: I feel so uber relieved and happy that i've finally updated this poor little thing *clings* i hope you guys liked it(: thanks so much Jiji for all those lovely comments you put in when u emailed it back to me~! i was blushing like mad ahhah ^///^ you are really too sweet(: okay guys~ thanks for reading ^^ comments?<3