'Cause I'm an idiot, I'm going to give you a teaser of Part two. Joy. :/

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Without any warning, I advance on him and pin him to the door. I grab his hands and entwine our fingers together. My mouth moves to his ear. This is the first time we’ve ever been this close. Despite our provocative position, there is no sexual desire in Takeo or I. Neither on of is growing hard. Our breathing remains normal. He could push me away or struggle, but he’s chosen to wait and see what’s going to happen. Excellent.

“We’re both monsters,” I whisper. “You come back to me because we are the same. We should have been born in one body.”

I press closer. I somehow wish I would melt into him. It’s an odd idea.

“Kirito.” His voice is low, almost hesitant. “I don’t want to be like this.”

At first I think he’s referring to being sandwiched between the door and I. But I hear the emotion in what he’s said. I pick up on the weakness. The helplessness of his statement. It’s simply delicious.

“Takeo, the sooner you accept yourself, the sooner you will feel better.” It’s a lie. I don’t care. I don’t think Takeo cares either. Everyone needs a comforting lie once in a while.

His grip on my hands tightens when my lips brush against his own. Something flickers in his eyes. Uncertainty? Fear? It’s not important.

“Stop.”

“Why?”

“I don’t love you.”

“The feeling is mutual.”

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So, what do you all think? I know it's a bit odd. Maybe some of you are annoyed that I'm claiming Takeo is a lot like Kirito and you can't seem him acting "dark" or anything. XD I wasn't planning on having any Kirito x Takeo-ness, but this fic is rebelling. No incest yet. I'm sorry. v_v! Before anything remotely exciting happens, I really want to establish the relationship between Kirito and Takeo. Lalala. That's enough from me.