A/N: Okay this is a LONG chapter and there is smut. Just a heads up. Have fun~

Btw, comments are welcomed :)
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Yukio was extremely conflicted, wrapped in Russell's arms while they indulged in the warmth of the duvet, snuggled onto the couch. He had made such a confession the night before and it confused him not because he wanted to take it back, but because it felt right. He knew most of it was because he missed Shima dearly, but at the same time he felt maybe this was meant to happen. Maybe this was his healing process.

He hadn't had an anxiety attack since he moved to London and he hadn't even thought about weed since he met Russell. It was like the blonde was his personal medicine--a drug all his own.

"What're ya thinkin' bout?"

A deep, raspy voice shook Yukio from his thoughts. Russell was awake now, staring down at the brunette laying on his chest. Yukio had to admit though, his sleepy voice was incredibly sexy.

"You." Yukio answered. It wasn't a lie, but Russell raised a skeptic brow at him. "You mean this? Like how we are now?" he questioned. Yukio shrugged and moved up a bit so that his head rested in the crook of Russell's neck.

"I should probably get up soon."

"Why? Can't you stay here?"

Russell laughed a bit and Yukio blushed, not meaning to sound as clingy as he did. Now that he thought about it, Russell probably had important work to do seeing as he was the CEO of his father's company.

"You mean to tell me that you really want me to stay?" Yukio furrowed his brows at this, propping himself up on his elbows to get a better look at Russell's face. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing."

"No, speak your mind."

Russell's hand slid down Yukio's back and rested at his arch, rubbing circles with this thumb.

"I don't know much about what happened for you to come here or what life you had before you met me, but I can't help but feel like yesterday was just a moment of weakness for you. Like...maybe...you said that you loved me in a spur of the moment."

Yukio's face twisted at Russell and Russell looked away from him.

"Don't be an idiot, Russ. I'd have kicked your ass out of here the moment I came to my senses if that was the case."

"Who's to say that not still out of your senses?"

"Me, dammit!"

Yukio sat up, momentarily straddling Russell's waist before moving to leave the couch. Russell's grip tightened around him desperately and he pulled Yukio back into his lap.

"Shizu, please."

"If that's really how you feel, Russell, then you can go."

Russell's brows knitted together in frustration before he smiled and sat up, meeting Yukio's lips with a kiss. Yukio froze, but he didn't pull away. Russell moved his hands away from Yukio's waist and cupped his cheeks, deepening the kiss and nipping at Yukio's bottom lip.

Yukio couldn't help but lean into the touch, opening his mouth and allowing his blonde to snake his long tongue into his mouth. Yukio moaned, quickly realizing that he was starting to run out of air. He pressed a hand to Russell's chest and the blonde detached himself.

"...I can take off from work today."

The words had caught Yukio off guard, but the smile that spread across his face was of genuine happiness.

#

Shiro watched his grandchildren closely, noticing how much they've grown in the past half year. It had become routine for him to wake up in the morning an head straight for the Suguro household. It was the least he could do to make up for lost time.

When he had left, he had honestly considered committing suicide. He lived out his days in motels (using the money from Yuri's insurance policy) snorting coke and boning hookers--something he had once frowned upon deeply. He had even taken up on alcohol.

Then, once he had finally ended up in Osako, he met a woman named Torako. Torako Suguro. She indeed claimed to be Ryuji's mother once questioned about it, but Shiro hadn't bothered to mention his affiliation with her son.

She went on about Ryuji and how she was so proud that someone was able to make an honest man out of him. She supported him through any and every endevour and welcomed Rin with open arms whenever he was ready. She babbled on endlessly about her grandchildren--she even had pictures.

It was when he was being shown photos of Ai and (after being filled in of his recovery) Renji that he realized how much he was missing out on. What was he thinking? He was forcing his sons to go without either of their parents and now he was depriving his grandchildren?

He made the first flight back to True Cross and set out on finding his children immediately. Although it was too late for him to ask Yukio for forgiveness, he was glad that Rin forgave him and allowed him to be in the children's lives.

A loud and excited series of knocks startled him from his flashbacks and he got up from the couch, taking one last glance at the playing children and making sure that nothing was around for them to get into. He made his way to the door in quick strides, opening it in mid-knock.

#

Yukio was showing Russell the correct way to use chopsticks, but the blonde was a lot more clumsy than Yukio first realized.

"Dude, you suck at this."

Russell gave a growl of frustration, stabbing the sashimi with both chopsticks and shoving it into his mouth. Yukio let out a howl of laughter and Russell threw one of this chopsticks at him.

"Ay, don't you judge me. All of us don't have the squinty eyes of precision."

"Ow, that was racist."

"Was it? It wasn't intentional."

Yukio shrugged. "It's cool. I wish I could spend my days staining my teeth with smelly tea like you do." He retaliated with a smirk.

"Are you saying that my breath smells?"

"No, thank God."

Russell threw the other chopstick and Yukio dodged it, tackling him to the floor. Russell, who was a lot bigger than Yukio in stature and build, quickly flipped them over and pinned the brunette to the hardwood.

It was silent for a few passing moments, both of them looking each other in the eye.

Until Yukio felt something rather large poking him in the abdomen.

"Russell...what's that?"

Russell let go of Yukio and moved to get off of him when Yukio grabbed his forearm.

"Russell."

"It's my dick obviously. Jesus, do you enjoy embarrassing me?"

"I-I...no...I just...is it for me?"

Russell blushed a little. What kind of question was that?

"What I mean is...did I do that to you? Or were you thinking of someone else?" Yukio wanted to force himself to stop talking. He should have let Russell get up. He should have left it alone.

"Yes...God, yes."

Shut up, Yukio! Don't you fucking dare say another word! Just let him up!

"Then...I'll help you get rid of it."

Dammit! Why is it so hard for me to shut my fucking mouth?

Russell seemed unsure, almost like he was considering running. Did Yukio scare him?

"I...I don't want to start touching you and then you decide that you don't want it. I don't wanna feel like I'm raping you." Russell moved again to stand up, only for Yukio to pull him back down.

"Kiss me, Russell. Let me prove to you that I really want you here."

Russell, trembling and unable to keep his composure, devoured Yukio's mouth in a hungry kiss. Teeth and tongue mixed and clashed--a different feeling than he had ever felt with Shima. Then again, Russell was a bit of a brute.

Yukio ground his hips upward against Russell, moaning at the friction. Russell's large hands tore away at Yukio's clothes, roaming and tracing his body.

The blonde latched to Yukio's neck, squeezing the brunette's dusty pink nipples lightly while marking a bruise on his collar bone. Yukio let out a loud gasp.

"Fuck, Russell, just fuck me already."

"Shhhhhhh. Let me take care of ya."

Kisses trailed down Yukio's chest and down to his hips where open kisses were placed and he whined in impatience. Russell wanted to take his time, that was for sure.

It was then that Yukio noticed that Russell hadn't removed any clothing at all.

"That's not fair; you're not naked."

The blonde chuckled a little, slowly taking off his shirt in order to put on a show for Yukio. His tanned skin was unmarked, complimenting his glorious washboard abs and toned physique. Yukio prayed that the lower half was just as impressive as the top.

"Enjoying the view, Shizu?"

Yukio gave a half nod, biting his lip in anticipation as Russell pulled his sweats down his hips.

Yukio almost thought he'd start drooling if he wasn't careful.

His legs were well toned and the bulge in his boxer briefs was massive.

"Russ...take those off, too."

"If I take mine off then I'm taking yours off, too."

Yukio reached over and hooked his thumbs underneath the waistband of Russell's underwear, pulling them down before Russell could object.

A blush spread over Yukio's cheeks and Russell gave a cheeky grin. "I hope you're still as confident about this as you were when you started."

Impressive. Very impressive.

Yukio wasn't the least bit discouraged, but he was startled by the sudden action of Russell flipping him over. He yelped, blushing even more when his briefs were pulled off completely. Hands were at his cheeks, rubbing them and pulling them apart.

"Ya know, you're really ladylike back here...all soft and pink."

A wet lick was given to the puckered entrance, somewhat like a warning before the entire tongue went in. Yukio arched his back, shaking at the contact. It had been so long since he'd felt like this.

"Jesus, you even taste addicting."

Fingers pushed in and Yukio rocked back and forth, ignoring the sting and taking them as deep as he could. Russell's fingers tapped against his prostate naturally and repeatedly, pulling delicious mewls from the brunette.

"I bet you're all ready for my cock, aren't ya?"

"Pleaseee~"

"Please what, baby?"

The way he said "baby" made Yukio's eyes roll. Why was everything everything about this man so sexy? He was the devil, Yukio was sure of it.

"Please fuck me already, Russell~"

Any self restraint that there was to be had was now lost.

Russell removed his fingers and lined himself with Yukio, giving a slow push as he was swallowed by incredibly tight and moist heat. He let out a loud groan and Yukio breathed out a broken scream. It didn't hurt. If anything it was the most incredible feeling he'd ever felt.

Once he was completely inside, Russell paused in an attempt to let Yukio adjust. Yukio, however, was growing impatient.

"C'mon, baby, move!"

The blonde pulled out completely, pushing Yukio's top completely flat against the ground while he kept him on his knees, bum in the air. Then he pushed back inside with a powerful thrust.

Yukio screamed again, clawing at the floor as the rough thrusts came hard and fast. Russell made sure to hit Yukio's prostate every time, forcing Yukio to convulse and tighten around him deliciously. He leaned forward, spreading a hand between his shoulder blades to keep him down and then tangling the other in his hair.

He used the angle to drive himself deeper, his thrusts becoming erratic.

"Fucking hell, you're bloody tight. You feel fucking amazing, baby."

Yukio answered with more sobbing screams, heavy tears of pleasure falling from his eyes.

And then the tight coil in his stomach snapped.

He released all over the floor, tightening around Russell who moved his hands to Yukio's hips and rode out his rough orgasm.