It's much too late and I've written too much. It's too
long!
Gomen.
Everyone who has ever commented on this fic I'd like
to tell you a
heart-felt thank you. Thank you!
Dedicated to all of the people who suffered with these
brave boys.

This is the last part.
Please do enjoy.

21.
"Here he is, Professor", the pleasant voice of the
cyborg says, before he
drops the limp drummer in front of his father. The
body makes a
disturbingly loud noise when hitting the floor, making
Die and Kaoru wince.
The red-head is trying to stand up, intends to hurry
over to the lithe
drummer and help him, but a solid foot is suddenly
landing in his neck,
keeping him to the ground efficiently. His throat is
constricted and he
gasps for air, making Kaoru look up into the friendly
face.
"Don't hurt him!", he pleads to the unconcerned face
of the man-made
humanoid, "Please, please... just don't hurt him."
The passive face does not change and neither does the
body move, Die's face
slowly pales and his twitches grow faint.
"Die!", Kyo calls out from his position, still
kneeling in front of the
silver table, clutching Toshiya's hand. He is
undecided if he should let go
of the artificial bassist to help Die. He wants to,
but then he realizes
the blank and unblinking stare from the cyborg, that
is currently
obstructing Die's air-support.
Just you dare and I'll snap his neck, it seems to
transmit, even though no
emotions are perceivable.

Maybe I can read him because I'm so much like him?,
shoots through the
blonde's head. Kyo whimpers, feeling so helpless that
it burns inside of
his heart like acid.

"Die!", Kaoru sobs, crawling towards the red-head,
ever-smiling,
encouraging face now so ashen, death clawing under the
skin, dragging him
away from the grasp of life. Kaoru feels himself
sobbing, when suddenly the
elderly voice of Shinya's father orders:
"Let him go, Kimutaku!"
The foot disappears from Die's neck, Kaoru feels
himself being lifted and
shoves in the direction of, Die.
At once he gathers the man in his arms, rocking him,
while Die inhales in
long breaths, almost desperately. Almost unconscious
he notices the small
hand of Kaoru caressing his hair and there are words
of compassion reaching
his ears. The scent of blood, faintly some expensive
perfume and lots of
fear makes him comfortable, soothes him. He knows this
aroma, knows this
man... the cruelty around him can't reach him now, in
this moment. Just for
a few heartbeats, he is safe.

Kyo bites his lower lip, seeing one of the cyborgs
closing up to him with
slow strides.
They're coming to get me, beating me to make me weak
like Kaoru and Die. I
don't want to become weak, I don't want to leave
Toshiya alone, he will be
scared.
I just won't let him be scared anymore.

A loud groan echoes through the relative silence of
the room when Shinya
finally regains consciousness.
"Kyo...", he mumbles. "Die-kun..."
Opening the his tired eyes, he tries to comprehend his
surroundings. At
first there are black business shoes, distinctly his
father. So the next
glance shoots up the legs to the face of the man who
has given him life, twice.
"Father...?", he whispers and his voice shows him his
own terror.
The gaze flickers down on his face and he is
confronted with the
intelligent dark eyes and the unmoved face.
"Fa...", he stops in mid-word, realizing that he
probably can't reach the
man anyway. He tries to get on his knees, which feel
like jelly, but he
fails for the moment.
So he looks around, seeing the small table with tools,
right next to the
silver table. The drummer is familiar with those
tools, especially produced
for Professor Terachi and his team. The ones he would
have used to
disassemble Toshiya, cutting open the living tissue,
labeling, sorting,
specifying.
No room for unwanted emotions. No need to think about
the body lying under
the merciless lights.
Shinya closes his eyes for a short moment, when the
voice of his father
reaches him suddenly:
"Son."
He freezes and just then his eyes travel to his
father's: "Yes..."
"I'm very disappointed in you", even though the
feeling does not show in
the neutral tone.
"I can imagine", Shinya sadly replies, very softly, a
smile lingering on
his lips.

"Do you think your betrayal is amusing?"

"No, it's not amusing", the lithe man's voice drops,
intimidated.

"Why the smile then? You are in no position to smile,
son", the voice isn't
even really bitter, just... cold.

"I thought you'd be at least a little more grateful
after I have saved you
precious friend Kyo. Remember when you begged me to
save him? How can you
turn your back on me now?"
Shinya feels tears at blurring his vision.

"I didn't mean to betray you, I swear", the young
drummer gulps away the
choking urge to beg his father for forgiveness. His
mind pushes him towards
the easy solution.
Beg for forgiveness and betray your friends. Just do
it. Your life will be
like before, easy, cultivated and calm.
Trying to ignore all the voices inside, Shinya
struggles to get on his feet.
"You didn't mean to betray me? Like I believe that.
And now your actions
have ruined your life for sure", the elderly man gives
a disgusted snore.
"Your musical career, it's over. Your academic
occupation is done for. I'm
going to call security and you and your band-mates
will go straight to jail."

"Don't do it, father. Please, just let us go", almost
a whisper, yet full
of urgency. The drummer finally is able to stand up
straight, facing his
father on eye-level.

"What you're doing is wrong, can't you see?"

"I certainly don't. All I can see is that you and your
fine 'band-mates'
have illegally entered the Goki Motors laboratories in
order to steal a
very valuable prototype. The laws are against you,
son."

"It's not the law I'm talking about!", Shinya's voice
goes up, hard and
hysteric, like no one has ever heard him before. Kaoru
stops rocking Die
and turns towards the drummer, helping the red-head in
his arms looking up,
while Kyo rises, keeping the hand of the cyborg in a
steady grasp.

"It's you! I don't want you to become a murderer!!"

"Murderer?!", Professor Terachi calls out, his voice
unbelieving, "What are
you talking about? This is a piece of very complex
machinery you're looking
at, like an AIBO."

Kyo feels the acid burn inside of him, boiling over,
just like before Die
had stormed into the lab, he tenses, about to jump at
the tall, elderly
man, ripping his throat out and feed it to Toshiya.
"AIBO?", a low growl escapes his throat, dangerous and
warningly.
He understand so much at once. Shinya's silences,
Shinya's stubbornness.
Like me, Shinya is just like me!!

"Now I finally understand. So...then this is all I
have ever been to you...
A cyber-pet."
Gasps are heard from the three band-members when they
hear Shinya's
cheerful, laughing tone.
"It's somehow good to know after all these years..."

"Shinya, that is not..."
"True?", a soft, cruel laughter, "Stop searching for
absolution father. I
was your masterpiece and when I turned out to be not
so masterful after all
you made another son."

"Shinya", Die's voice is rough, pained. Still he is in
Kaoru's arms,
realizing his own weakness, unable to get up and yet
he wants to help and
protect the gaunt younger man.
Shinya doesn't even hear him, he's lost in fury and
the need to see this
man before him writhe in tremendous pain, suffering
until he has
experienced all the ache the drummer had ever endured
being his son.

Kyo's grip tightens around the limp hand of the
cyborg, he shares Shinya's
emotions on more than a rational basis, since he knows
what it feels like
to realize "I'm not human!", when suddenly there is a
twitch touching his
palm. Shocked, his eyes flicker to the figure of the
cyborg, who is
unmoved, before they turn to their joined hands.
Doubting he senses the soft pressure, yet the cyborg
does not move.
Die wonders, why Shinya's father doesn't disagree.
Maybe his son speaks the truth? Or he thinks it's
beyond him to argue with
a cyborg?
Shinya's voice breaks the thick silence.

"But even your second self-made son failed you, became
imperfect, so you
decide to get rid of him."
Shinya tilts his head a little, his eyes are dreamy,
soft, lovable.
"When will you get rid of me at last?"

"Shut up, Shinya!", the Professor reacts. "You are my
son. I did only it to
save you from death. I'd have given everything to save
your life."

"Even your heart and soul...", Shinya laughs sadly.
"Maybe I didn't want to
treat my life for your soul, but you never asked me.
You never asked me at
all. You just decided."

"We have to help him...", Die whispers urgently into
Kaoru's ear.
"How? When we move those stupid cyborgs will attack
us, probably even kill
us", Kaoru states.
Their looks linger on the unmoving, yet somehow
threatening
artificial-people, the pains in their respective
bodies is still raging.
"We can't do anything...", Die whispers, his voice
full of self-mockery.
Kaoru doesn't know why his hand suddenly strokes
through the red hair, but
it soothes him too.

Meanwhile Kyo's look rests on the tools beside the
silver table. A scalpel
is shining brightly, seductively, almost like
beckoning him: 'Take me and
kill him!'. His hand holds tighter onto Toshiya's,
when he tries to find
patience in the relaxed face.
The lips open: "Kyo-kun...", it's just a breath,
formed into speech, but
the blonde's heart skips a beat.
"Toshiya!", he bows over the cyborg and the heads of
all non-artificial
beings in the room jerk towards the two of them.
"Toshiya! Toshiya?", Kyo whispers, hoping to receive
another of those
breathed words. Amazed Kaoru and Die try to jump on
their feet, only to
tumble back on the ground, groaning. And they still
cling to each other
like there was nothing else real that they could hold
on to.
Kyo doesn't even hear them, he just concentrates on
the lips of his
cyborg-child.
"Impossible!", the Professor exclaims, but he is also
ignored. Shinya moves
towards the table, but is hold back by his father, who
tries to shove his
son at the side to get there first.

Without opening his eyes, Toshiya's lips move again:
"I was hoping...", his
eyes open and Kyo is able to make out tears rimming
the orbs. The cyborg
fixes his look on the blonde.
"Hoping to see you when I would wake up. Always
hoping..."
"I'm here", Kyo assures, releasing Toshiya's hand and
placing it on the
naked shoulder. The skin is cool and the cyborg
shivers.
"Are you cold?", the singer asks and the cyborg nods a
little, before Kyo
can do anything about it, he hears an order: "Nikki,
hold him!"
Kyo feels grabbed by strong hands, twisting his arms
behind his back and
before he is even able to put up any resistance, he
totally restricted. The
cyborg drags him back from the table and towards Die
and Kaoru, who call
out: "Kyo!", in terror, fearing for the little one's
health.
"Kyo-kun!!"; Shinya's voice is even more desperate.
Toshiya's arms reach out and stretch for the small
man, his hand only
manage to catch the air. "No!", he sobs, "Kyo-kun!"
Weakly the cyborg tries to sit up, when the hands of
the Professor press
him back down on the metallic surface. "Sleep Toshiya,
sleep!"
"I don't want to sleep, I'm not tired", the artificial
bassist resists,
"What are you doing to my band-mates?!"
Shinya reaches the table and encourages Toshiya:
"Don't listen to his
orders, Toshiya. Get up! Get up and run for it!"
"Kimutaku, hold my son!", only two heartbeats after
the order has been
spoken, Shinya feels the supernaturally strong arms
bind him.
"I hate you, father! I really hate you!! Run,
Toshiya!" the lithe drummer
squeals and struggles against the restraining flesh.
"Shinya-kun!", Toshiya calls out, now sitting up.
"Don't hurt him!"
Kyo joins Shinya: "He's right, run for it, dammit!"
The cyborg wipes away the hand of the Professor with
strange ease, before
his long legs dangle over the side of the table. He
jumps to his legs, a
little unsteady and yet as if he is fully aware of his
body.
"Yes, Toshiya, run!", Kaoru croaks from his position
on the floor.
"No! I won't leave you! You are my band-mates!", the
cyborg protests and
his face shows that he means it.
"Sleep, Toshiya!", Professor Terachi tries again, his
voice hold a certain
hypnotic quality.
"Shut up!", all eyes grow wide.
"If you won't listen to me, I will have to hurt your
precious band-mates!",
the elderly man struggles for his countenance and the
control over this
berserk piece of machinery.
Toshiya hesitates, his motions grew less fluent...just
a moment. Then his
strides direct him to Kyo easily.
"No, idiot! Run! Run!", Kyo protests, still attempting
on freeing himself,
but his eyes meet the cyborg's and he sees the
sweetest smile on the lovely
face. "Run...!", he mumbles, defeated.
"Keiichi, get Toshiya!!", comes the next order, one
the four other members
were almost expecting. The large, heavy-built man
moves with grace,
catching one of Toshiya's arms in a unyielding fist.
The blue-haired cyborg
does not seem surprised, as he turns and beams at the
older model.
Kyo closes his eyes since he doesn't want to
experience the scene when his
cyborg will be torn into pieces, he lowers his head to
the floor and waits
for the inevitable.
But only undisturbed silence ensues.
He dares to blink and the two cyborgs are staring at
each other in a way he
could almost define as enthralled.
However, the contact breaks and Keiichi shakes his
head, before he turns
and heads to the Professor.
"Keiichi, what are you doing? Keiichi?! Stop! Sleep!"
Much to his horror,
the cyborg doesn't listen to him but comes closer
without even hesitating.
But Toshiya isn't even paying attention to the
desperation in the eyes of
the studied man, he walks over to Kyo, who looks at
him wonderingly.
"What.... how?", is all he can urge out, but Toshiya
shakes his head,
afterwards directing his look up to the eyes of the
cyborg holding the
blonde in a tight grip.
Shinya understands suddenly: "Visual data
exchange...", he whispers in awe,
the shocked intake of breath from the Professor proves
him right.
Keiichi reaches the Shinya's father and stands beside
him, doing nothing,
but making very sure that he always could do something
terrible and painful.

Kyo feels that his arms are free suddenly. He rubs
them to get to blood to
flow properly, when two iron strings are wrapped
around him.
"Kyo-kun!", Toshiya croaks, while he presses the small
body to his naked
one. "I was so afraid. I wished for you to be with
me."
The he releases the small vocalist, who nearly loses
his balance back on
his own feet. Seeing the cyborg, he is reminded of a
small, fragile bird again.
"That was quite cool, Toshiya. I didn't know you could
do that", Kyo
finally mumbles, tilting his head towards the two
influenced cyborgs.
"I didn't either. I suddenly just felt that I could",
Toshiya's lips again
form a delicate smile. "Are you hurt?"
"No..."
"Good."
Toshiya tuns around and his eyes grow icy and fierce:
"Good for you!"
The cyborg takes Kyo's hand and tugs the smaller
along, as he heads for the
last remaining cyborg.
"Tell your man to release Shinya", Kyo growls at the
man who is paling more
and more, his fingers clinging to the edge of the
silver table, knuckles
white, but he still puts up a fight for superiority.
"Tell him now!", the singer sounds more like a wild
beast.
"Release Shinya", Professor Terachi's voice is
suddenly flattening,
lifeless. Then he sinks to his knees, just as defeated
as the band-mates
only a few minutes before.

When the drummer is free, he flies into the arms of
Kyo, burying his head
in the smaller man's neck. Astonished the small blonde
wraps his arms
around the sobbing drummer.
"Are you alright, Shinya-kun?", Toshiya asks
carefully. "I'm sorry he has
hurt you so much."
Shinya's still sobbing and not up to any answer.

Toshiya sighs and hurries over to Die and Kaoru.
"How are you two?", he kneels beside the pair, still
entangled, just
realizing that they still have their arms around each
other.
"Toshiya, listen! Get a piece of paper and a pen,
quickly", Kaoru hisses,
Die mumbles something like a question, but it drowns
in his aching throat.
"Then come back here."
The cyborg nods and scans the room for the items,
finding them immediately.
He gathers them, while Kaoru strokes Die's hair again,
the red-head feels
himself passing out from exhaustion and it's warm and
safe within Kaoru's arms.
"It's okay, Die-kun", the leader reassures him, his
voice trembles with
anger towards the man who had hurt Die and his own
helplessness.
Toshiya returns, kneeling beside Kaoru, who smiles,
but says in a
businesslike voice:
"Write this: I herewith give up any claim on the
"Toshiya-Cyborg" prototype
of Goki Motors. Got it?"
"...yes..."
"Now, bring it over to Shinya's father and let him
sign it, okay?" The
cyborg sits totally still, eyes dull.
"Toshiya-kun..."; Kaoru closes his eyes in realization
of his own fault,
the choice of words.
"...yes...", a soft whisper. Then the lithe beauty
stands up abruptly.
"I'll do it, Kaoru-kun."

Shinya has got a grip on himself in the meanwhile,
rubbing away the unusual
wetness on his cheeks.
"I'm sorry, Kyo-kun."
"Don't be!", Kyo cheers him, a tender smile on his
lips, inducing a sad
echo on the drummer's face.
"Thank you, Kyo-kun.", he looks at his frail hands,
thoughtfully, "I feel
so... empty... now."
Kyo laughs bitterly: "Believe me, I just know how you
feel. It's okay, you
don't have to be perfect now. One day you'll wake up
and feel less empty
and gradually your life fills up again."
His smaller hand, seemingly more powerful to anyone
who doesn't know
Shinya's endurance, softly strokes the shiny hair:
"I'm here for you,
always. Die is there for you. Kaoru too, and now
Toshiya will be with us,
also. You have us and we are certainly damn lucky to
have a brave young
drummer like you."
Shinya bites his lower lip before he falls into Kyo's
arms again: "I love
you, Kyo-kun!"
Kyo closes his eyes, takes in the emotions and love
radiating from Shinya's
strong hold.
"I know", is all he can urge out.

Professor Terachi twitches, when a hand is catching
his collar and pulls
him up with startling strength.
"Sign this!"
It's his own creation, his very own cyborg who hisses
this order, a paper
is shoved under his nose.
Numbly he sees the content and chokes at the words.
This is his moment of pain, of humiliation.
"Sign!", the cyborg urges impatiently, a pen is also
there, but no way out.
So he shakily draws his Kanji under the neat writing.

"Here it is", the unreadable faced cyborg states to
Kaoru, again sinking to
his knees and giving him the paper, "What shall I do
now?"
"We have to get out of here", Die's hoarse voice makes
Kaoru jump. Kyo
appears beside them suddenly, Shinya in tow, the young
drummer still puffy
eyed and yet smiling a little.
"I second that", Shinya says.
"But what'll we do with him?", Kyo's thumb points to
the broken Professor.
Then he puts a white smock around Toshiya's naked
shoulders where the skin
is still cool. Toshiya looks up into the blonde's
face, a grateful, magic
smile lighting up his closed face.
"We need some time to get away", Kaoru ponders, all of
them nodding. A
smile despite the pin spreads on his face when it
finally sinks in: They're
all still here.
"Let's bind him", Toshiya suggests in a low, hard
voice.
"Good thinking", Die agrees, "We will have the time to
get away and yet
those Security Guards are going to find him sooner or
later."
"I'll do it!"
And in lieu of any possible protest, the cyborg stands
up, slipping into
the smock, closing up the buttons. With long, elegant
strides he reaches
the Professor.
"Are you alright, Shinya?", the singer asks a little
worried when he sees,
how the drummer stares at the shattered figure of his
father.
"I don't know...", Shinya whispers.
"You will be", the croaked voice of Die suddenly
enthuses him. "I know you
will be."
The drummer nods, even though it seems a little
forced. Then, just to do
something, he gathers their stuff and shoulders the
bag.

Toshiya's eyes transmit orders to his fellow cyborg,
even when it's less
advanced than himself and the older model takes a hold
of his maker, an
iron lock around the body.
"Don't hurt him, just hold him", are the final words
from Toshiya, who does
not even pay his maker a look of disgust.

I think he's changed. He's so cold and plotting,
shoots through Kyo's head
when he watches the scene. He knows!
God in the heaven, he knows what he is!

"Toshiya...", he begins when the slender bassist joins
them again, but then
he sees...tears rolling down the perfect cheeks.
"I want to get out of here", the cyborg whispers and
it sounds like he is
about to break.
"Sure", Kyo answers, trying to help Kaoru and Die up
to their feet,
together with Shinya. Die seems still more out of it
than able to stand on
his own.
Toshiya just sweeps the tall red-head in his arms and
starts to carry him
out: "I don't know the way, please show it to me."
His voice is so cold that the other shiver, while Kyo
and Shinya help Kaoru
walking.

Their way out is a frightened, hasty one, the painful
pants of Kaoru are
the only real noise. Much too their surprise the door
is still open and
when they leave the smelly, run-down building, it
feels like they are reborn.
First signs of dawn are seen on the horizon, when they
take a short break,
Die is carefully set on the ground by Toshiya and they
are standing,
breathing in carefully.
"We really made it", Kaoru whispers, able to stand on
his own.
"Are you able to drive?", Shinya asks, but Kyo denies
for him:
"I'll drive. Just get in the car and we're really out
of here!"
Somehow shakily they climb into the car Die is put in
the front, and Shinya
wraps his arm around Kaoru in the back.
"Kyo-kun", it's Shinya, a shadow of his usual
self-confidence reappearing
in his voice.
"Hm?"
"Get us to Die's apartment. I'll watch the two of them
today."
"Shin...", Kaoru tries to protest.
"No, you can't stay alone today. I'm not wounded, so
I'm the one to do it."
Kaoru finds himself smiling: "There is our old Shinya
again...", he mumbles
and Kyo starts the car.
Die is fast sleep.

"Die-kun, wake up", being shaken softly, Die awakes.
"Come on, you're home."
He nods numbly and follows the friendly voice, even
though he feels
powerless he stumbles to his feet and finds himself in
his apartment.
"Just a few more steps, Die-kun", the soft voice
assures him. He recognizes
the smell that surrounds him. He is really home, feels
pressed into his
bed, sighs and lets his body give in to fatigue.
Vaguely he feels another body next to his own, but he
just doesn't care.
In the back of his mind he triumphs, because he has
kept his promise and
reached his aim, so a sleepy smile is even staying on
his lips when he's in
deep slumber.

Shinya sighs and looks at the two entangled men on the
small bed. He hauled
out the spare-futon and spread it on the floor.
Trying to lock out the voice of his father and the
pictures still so vivid
by concentrating on the regular breathing patterns of
the two men beside him.
Kyo, he suddenly thinks.
The soft smiles, the tender embrace.
He knows Kyo does not love him, but he gives him
strength.
Clinging to the picture of a smiling Kyo, he slips
into his own world of sleep.

Kyo feels worn out emotionally and physically when he
finally turns the key
of his apartment.
Toshiya is silent, broody. Not an ounce of the former
bouncy personality in
him.
When Toshiya has entered the apartment, he heads
straight for his room,
lowers the blinds.
Then he turns around and whispers: "I'm not human."
For the longest time Kyo has feared this statement,
but he decides to nod
and say:
"I'm not really either."
"What am I?" Fear...
"What do you want to be?" A question as an answer.
"What can I be?"
"Whatever you choose. It's all up to you", Kyo inhales
deeply.
"Me?", the tone of voice is the one that said: "I was
waiting for you to
explain the sense of taste to me."
in this fragile, noisy, hopeful way.
Suddenly Toshiya grabs the bag from Kyo's shoulder,
pulls out the laptop
and holds it out to the small blonde: "Make it go
away! Erase it!"
"No, I won't because it isn't going to help!" Loud
voice, no patience. "I'm
sorry."
He softly urges the cyborg to sit on the couch, taking
the laptop away,
placing it out of reach, only to sink beside the
disturbed artificial being.
"I can't say that if it was right what we did today or
if it was wrong. But..."
He gently puts an arm around the bony shoulders of the
cyborg, who then
meets his eyes.
"Apart from what I thought, you are something very
human that came out of
an inhuman act and our selfishness. We shouldn't have
urged the Professor
to make you, that is true. We shouldn't have been
tempted to take it the
easy way, cause there is never an easy way."
He pulls the cyborg in a warm embrace, even though
Toshiya remains still.
"I'm glad you're here."
Toshiya's walls break down, he clings on to the singer
and words stream out
of his mouth as tears stream out of his eyes.
"I was so afraid I would never see you again. It hurt
so much, my body hurt
and there was another pain, burning deep inside of me.
I felt them coming,
taking me but I couldn't move. All I ever hoped for,
was to see your face
when I woke up. I was so glad to hear you!"
"And I was glad to see you waking up again."
The cyborg pulls away and studies Kyo's face: "So it
doesn't matter to you
what I am?"
"It used to, but since I'm much like you myself...no
it doesn't. It's our
band-secret, okay? We're the only band to have a
perfect bassist-cyborg in
the whole damn world. That should make you proud."
The first short laughter fills the room.
The pretty blue-stranded head falls to Kyo's chest and
listens to the
heartbeat.
"You know... Kaoru hurt me, somehow."
Kyo gulps: "I know... It can't be undone, I'm sorry I
didn't protect you."
"Un... but... can you forgive him?"
"I'm not sure."
"I do."
"If you can... then I can."
"Good, because I want our band to be like a family",
the cyborgs sighs a
little longingly.
"You sound like Kaoru."
"Really? Gotta change that."
"Yep!"
The small blonde pulls away: "I don't know about you,
leader-sama, but I'd
like to give myself a rest. Unlike you, I haven't been
sleeping for quite a
long time."
A grin: "I can deal with a little sleep."

No words disturb their slow way to Kyo's futon, where
they undress and sink
into the comfortable folds quietly.
When Kyo closes his eyes, a warm mouth suddenly covers
his own.
"What was that...?" He doesn't even bother opening his
eyes.
"Was it horrible?"
"No, it was nice, but..."
"But?"
"I'm too tired for sex tonight. Tomorrow, yes."
"Sex?"
A amused grunt: "Okay, making love."
"I thought it was called 'fan-service'."
"Don't listen to Kaoru too much. Fan-service is for
show, it is fake.
Making love to someone isn't fake."
Kyo unwillingly opens his eyes and is caught in the
fiery gaze of the
cyborg: "I want to learn all about the difference",
Toshiya whispers,
seductively. Kyo feels a shiver grazing his skin and a
sad thought:

How many hearts will he steal? How many of these night
until he finds out
what he does to people.

Despite that a grin appears on his face: "I will be
your ready teacher. But
now let's sleep."
He reaches out to the other man who snuggles into the
waiting arms.
"I think I know the difference already...", Toshiya
mumbles sleepily.
"So...?", a even more sleep-laden answer.
"With Kaoru it was fake..."
"...right...", that is coming from within dreamland
already.
"But it's not fake with you."
That is all he can is sure about for now.

-End-

Yes, it's long and there isn't even a lemon. Sorry
bout that.

Nika *also off to bed*

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