Yay new chapter~ (Sorry if there are any mistakes, I didn't really spend much time proofing for once-)

Enjoy? *heart*

Kuroko sighed softly as he rolled out of bed, immediately rummaging through drawers in search of something to wear. Once he'd settled on slacks and a baby blue button-up shirt, he turned to find Akashi still lying in bed, crimson gaze fixed upon him. Kuroko raised a brow at him.

"What are you doing?"

Akashi's gaze traveled down the length of Kuroko's body. "Just watching you get dressed."

It was then that the bluenette remembered he was fully nude and, with a bright face, smacked his lover lightly with his shirt. "Well stop, you're going to be late for work."

Akashi chuckled softly but complied, giving Kuroko a quick kiss before also getting ready for the day.

As the two men strolled into the dining room, they were met with a heavenly scent of soup already prepared and waiting for them in their respective places. Just as they took their seats, Sakura came bustling out of the kitchen, two more bowls in her hands.

"Morning!" she chirped, sliding into her own seat and passing a bowl to Takeru's empty place.

"Good morning, Sakura," Akashi answered, "Breakfast smells delicious."

"Hm," Kuroko agreed, already shoveling spoonfuls into his mouth.

Takeru came running in then and began quickly devouring his breakfast before he'd even sat down. Kuroko raised a brow at him as Akashi spoke his mind for him, "Woah, in a hurry there, Taku?"

Takeru paused long enough to explain, "I've gotta' catch Ichiro before class starts."

"You've been spending a lot of time with Ichiro lately," Kuroko mused.

Takeru nearly dropped his spoon, shooting a questioning glance toward his sister. Sakura only smiled back at him, and he let himself relax. "Yeah, well, he's my best friend, Dad. And he said he had something important to tell me yesterday, but I had to come home early."

"Well at least take the time to swallow your food," Akashi laughed, "You've got plenty of time before school starts."

Takeru glanced at the clock upon the wall and sighed, realizing he was right. He took another bite, taking the time to actually taste it. "This is really good, Saku."

XXX

Takeru arrived at school fifteen minutes early, knowing that Ichiro was usually at least ten minutes early every day. However, after searching all of Ichiro's favorite 'hiding' places, it was clear he would not be early today. Takeru sighed as he made his way back to his classroom, taking his seat with only a minute to spare. Ichiro still wasn't here, and Takeru was beginning to wonder if he was going to show up at all. Then, just as the bell sounded, Ichiro skidded into the room, practically falling into his seat behind Takeru's. Takeru turned to his friend with a curious gaze.

"You're late," he whispered.

"Sorry," Ichiro answered, "slept in." His brows furrowed, "Did you come early?"

Takeru nodded.

"Ah, sorry," the boy said, rubbing his neck sheepishly.

"It's fine," Takeru assured before turning back to the front of the classroom, but there was something nagging at the back of his mind, something he was desperately trying to ignore.

XXX

Takeru sat upon Ichiro's bed, the other boy's hands tangled in his blue hair as their lips moved against one another's. They'd been in this position for a while now, and whilst Takeru wanted to talk about their relationship, Ichiro seemed just fine with continuing what he'd started. Finally, Takeru placed his hand against Ichiro's chest, pushing him away lightly.

"Ichiro…"

"Shh, Taku," the boy said, leaning in once more.

Takeru couldn't help but follow suit but quickly caught himself, pushing his friend away again. "You said we'd talk."

Ichiro sighed, pulling away completely to stare at the bluenette. "Yeah. Let's talk."

Takeru took a deep breath, staring at his hands in his lap. Now that he finally had his chance, he wasn't sure what to say. Brows furrowed, he spoke the first thing that came to mind. "What is this?"

Ichiro chuckled, running a hand through Takeru's hair. "What do you mean? It's us."

Takeru's heart did an involuntary leap at the word 'us,' but he simply couldn't take that as an answer. "No, I mean… Where is this… going?"

Ichiro shuffled closer, his fingers tracing along Takeru's cheek, down to his neck. "Come on, Taku," he said lowly, bringing their lips together once more. "Don't worry about this." He kissed the bluenette again, his hand traveling to his friend's waist. "Isn't this enough for now?"

Takeru's breath dissipated as Ichiro's palm swept up the inside of his thigh. Suddenly the bluenette's mind was filled with thoughts and images of Ichiro touching him, skin on skin, no clothes or interruptions or pesky doubts- He shoved his friend away, standing to his feet. His heart was racing, and he was very uncomfortable as he willed his growing erection to die.

"Ichiro…" he whispered, breathless but determined, "How can this be enough, when I don't even know what this is?"

Ichiro stared up at the bluenette for a long while, completely stoic.

Takeru frowned, "I love you, Ichi… Do you… do you love me?"

Ichiro continued to stare at him. "I'm thirteen, Taku."

Takeru felt like his heart had just shattered in his chest, its shards sinking into the fleshy cavern and causing a painful, bloody mess. Ichiro's eyes softened, and he stood before the bluenette, running a hand through his hair.

"Come on, Takeru," he whispered, his breath dancing on Takeru's lips. "This doesn't have to be the end…"

Takeru swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry as Ichiro moved in to kiss along his neck. Squeezing his eyes shut, the bluenette forced through gritted teeth, "No… It does."

Ichiro immediately froze in his place, letting out a loud, heavy sigh before pulling away from his friend. "Fine," he said as he sat back on his bed, his face void of expression but his voice layered with ice.

Takeru frowned, his eyes already stinging from tears threatening to spill over. "Ichi-"

"Just go, Takeru."

The bluenette swallowed again, blinked back his tears, and quietly left.

XXX

Sakura had just sat down to start on her homework when Takeru walked into their bedroom. Without looking up, the girl asked, "So how'd it go?"

When all she received was a muffled sob, Sakura looked up to find silent tears cascading over her brother's cheeks. Rushing to her feet, Sakura threw her arms around her brother, and he let her hold him tight and whisper soothing words into his hair as he tried to drown the pain with his tears.

Also I'm not sure if it's actually necessary, but I feel like I should assure you all that I would never write- essentially- porn of thirteen-year-olds, I'm just trying to make this somewhat realistic, and I have a lil brother, so I sorta know how a thirteen-year-old boy's mind/body may work... Okay, awkward author's note over. This'll never happen again-