It was an unusual occurence. He usually came home by six in the evening, but now, he would often come home by nine and sometimes even later than that.

It was something about getting a promotion, he said. It was a reasonable answer, but there was something that made that statement unbelievable.

He smelled of sweat... and of hints of a citrus scent. A scent that was unfamiliar to his nostrils. He always smelled of the lavender scent that came from his favorite soap. He knew he wasn't the only one who noticed it.

Fuji Syusuke had known his lover, Yukimura Seiichi, since middle school. He was, however, not the only lover that he had. The two of them were in a steady five-way relationship with Sanada Genichirou, Tezuka Kunimitsu, and Atobe Keigo.

They lived together in a mansion owned by Atobe who was in fact the successor of a rich and well known businessman. All five of them knew each other back in middle school. How they managed to stay together in that kind of relationship, nobody knew and dared to ask.

His lover, Seiichi, worked at an animation studio. Seiichi has always been passionate about art and it was no surprise that he decided to take an art course when he reached university.

Seiichi's job was no simple job and all four of his lovers knew that. They were also busy with work, but not too much to not have free time for each other.

"I'm really sorry," Seiichi would say, wearing his usual gentle smile. "Things are just really hectic at work."

They believed him when he said that the first few days, but he'd been using those lines a lot too much that it became difficult to believe him now. Sanada, who knew Seiichi better than anyone, knew there was something up. It was unlike him to act differently from his usual calm demeanor.

Ah," Yukimura exclaimed softly. "Pardon me for my tardiness. I was so busy with work I'd forgotten about the time." Those were the lines he would say to the four of them and would let out a chuckle after finishing those lines.

Everyone of his lovers was worried, especially Sanada. There was something strange about him and they all prayed it wasn't something serious, that their imagination was taking them far. No one dared to ask him whether he was in a predicament of some sorts. No one except Atobe.

It was a normal day. After work, the five lovers would arrive home and spend the rest of the day together, doing whatever things love would do, but Yukimura didn't come home until midnight.

He did not reply to their messages nor did he answer their calls, which made them worried sick. They had contacted his parents and friends, asking for his whereabouts, but no one knew where he was.

"Where have you been!?" Atobe demanded as the bluenette arrived at the bedroom,. Yukimura froze in shock, seeing his lovers awake. Their faces were wrinkled with frowns filled with worry, confusion, and anger. "We've been waiting for you all day, trying to reach you, but you hadn't been answering any of our calls!"

Three of the lovers nodded their heads in agreement with Atobe's statement. Beads of sweat slid down the bluenette's face as he looked into Atobe's dark blue orbs.

Yukimura's brows furrowed. "I-I was-"

"Don't you dare tell us you forgot about the time," the older male cut him off, the words coming out with a growl. "That's too careless of you and unlike you!"

"Seiichi..." It was Sanada who spoke. His voice was soft and undemanding unlike Atobe's. "What's exactly been going on?"

"Genichirou," the bluenette said softly, his voice laced with guilt. "I was just- I had to-"

"What is that?" Fuji was the one who spoke. His eyes were as wide as saucers, sapphire orbs glistening with anger. He raised a hand and pointed at the bluenette's neck which was stained with a faint red bruise.

"Wha-" Yukimura gasped softly, placing a hand over the red bruise, but Atobe grabbed his wrist and forcefully pulled it away from his neck. The older man grabbed his collar and yanked it down, tearing the buttons off of his shirt, to reveal more bruises all over neck and collarbone.

"W-What... What is this!?" Atobe barked, narrowing his eyes upon the bruises on the bluenette's skin. Yukimura pulled away, wrapping his arms around himself. His eyes looked everywhere but at his lovers.

"It was a mistake," he muttered, voice shaking, sounding as though he were about to cry. "It wasn't supposed to-"

"Spare us your lies!" Atobe shouted, raising his hand at the bluenette.

"Keigo!" Sanada grabbed the man's wrist before his hand landed on Yukimura's face. "Stop this!"

"How could you defend him, Genichirou!?" Atobe hissed, jaw clenched tightly. "He has obviously been sleeping with someone behind our backs!"

"Doing this doesn't solve anything!" The older male shouted at the other in reply. Atobe growled and snatched his hand away, shooting Yukimura a hateful glare. His dark blue eyes burned with anger and betrayal.

"Seiichi," Fuji spoke softly. "Did you really...?"

Yukimura raised his head and looked at the brunette in the eyes. Fuji's sapphire orbs glistened with unshed tears. The bluenette bit his lip and averted his eyes.

"Seiichi," Tezuka then spoke as the younger gave no answer. Yukimura turned to him, his pale face contorting with guilt as he looked at his lover's sad brown eyes.

"I'm sorry," Yukimura whispered and buried his face into his hands. Everyone froze, eyes wide as their greatest fears had been realized.

"But why?" Sanada spoke with a stony expression, but the sorrow in his voice betrayed his look. The bluenette raised his head and looked at the man. The man who was his first love. They were so happy when they confessed their feelings for each other, but... "Aren't we enough for you?"

"I can explain-"

"I think not," Atobe cut him off once more. "Leave."

"But-"

"I said leave!" the man growled. Yukimura swallowed thickly, nodded his head silently, and ran out of the room, ignoring Sanada calling his name. He felt his phone vibrating in his pocket and stopped in his tracks. The male look a deep breath and pulled his phone out of his pocket to answer the call.

"Yes?" he croaked, face contorting into a bitter expression.

It could only be one person.

"Things didn't go well, did they?" the soft voice said, thoughtful and somewhat curious.

"Obviously not," the bluenette spat venomously. His eyes grew wide, realizing his tone of voice. "I'm sor-"

"No need," the person cut him off gently. "I understand." Yukimura's shoulders sagged in relief. "If you need a place to stay, you know you could always come live with-"

"I think I need some time on my own," Yukimura sighed, a trouble expression forming on his face. "If you don't mind."

"Our son misses you," the person interjected. "It's only been a while since you left, but... You know how he hates it when you're not home so often."

"Don't you use our son against me," the male snapped.

"I'm not," the person said softly, unfazed. "I'm just telling the truth. He really does. Don't you love him?"

"Of course, I do," Yukimura heaved a trouble sigh. "There's just a lot of things going on."

"I know," the person replied. "Just letting you know that no matter what happens, we're here for you, okay?"

A small smile, albeit a sad one, stretched the man's lips. "I know," he said softly. "I love you."

"Yeah," was the reply, hints of hesitation lacing its tone. "You too." The person ended the call, leaving Yukimura feeling as empty as ever as he realized he had to leave the mansion at once.

He still had to pack his things up, which was in the bedroom. His and his lovers' bedroom. But... He couldn't just face his lovers after what he'd done, could he?

"Seiichi..." A voice spoke to him. Yukimura's heart jumped at the voice. The bluenette turned around to see Fuji, staring at him wide-eyed.

"Who was that just now...?"