Future of the Present.

Yuki pulled Taro up the wall and wrapped the models legs around his waist. He deepend the kiss, his hands now running under Taros shirt.

Kissing back with fervour, Taro pulled Yuki closer still, moaning into the kiss as Yuki's hands moved under his shirt.

Yuki groaned and started to grind his hips against Taros. Something was getting to him, be it the drinks he'd had ror this odd, intoxicating smell entering his nose biut whatever it was he needed contact. It didn't help that Taro tasted so good.

Taro broke off the kiss for a gasp of air and then sought out Yuki's lips once more, hands travelling over Yuki's back.

Yuki reached down and in his drunken state, stumbled over the removal of Taros pants. His own being removed soon after,

Taro tried to redo his shirt, having already pulled his pants back on, but was failing miserably, doing up buttons out of line and the like. His hair was messy, and none of his attempts at convincing it back to it's proper position seemed to be fixing it.

Yuki was again dressed; his tie was loose, he was too drunk to do it properly. He wet his hands and smoothed his hair down. "Party." Yuki slurred and blinked, stumbling to the door.

Taro grabbed Yuki's hand and carefully opened the door, perring around to see if anyone was looking - not that his vision was doing so hot at thee moment, but it seemed important, so he checked, and then snuck out, pulling Yuki alongside him and stumbling slightly.

Yuki stumbled after his friend with a laugh. He didn't even notice the photographer taking photos of them.

Taro sat down at the bar, not feeling quite balanced enough to keep standing, and ended up getting himself another drink, smiling listlessly.

"I am ready to go home!" Yuki exclaimed, arms raised. "Okay? Okay!" He grinned and lent on Taros shoulders. "Shall we go home?"

We should... Go home." Taro agreed, blinking up at Yuki, taking a drink and then leaving the glass on the bench when he stood up. "Lets go."

Yuki put his arm around Taro and waved his goodbyes as they left. He called a Taxi which arrived soon after. The driver was more than shocked to see two famous people getting in the back. Seeing as how Taros house was closer, Yuki gave that address first. Once they were cosy in the back, Yuki lent over and kissed Taros cheek, which was followed by a weezy laugh.
"Thanks for comign tonight." He laughed

"S'okay." Taro said sleepily, leaning against Yuki for the duration of the trip to his house. He gave Yuki a wave and stepped unsteadily from the car, shutting the door and then knocking on his front door, sagging against the wall. He hadn't brought keys in case someone took them. He probably would have taken too long to figure out which one was the right one anyway.

"To my house!" Yuki exclaimed to the driver before giving his address. The driver drove off.

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Luke rubbed his eyes and walked down stairs. He had been lightly dozing, not sure when Taro would get back. He opened the front door.

Taro blearily smiled up at Luke, stepping inside and keeping a precautionary hand on the wall. The room was a meaningless blur of colour, and his eyelids were far too heavy to keep open. "Hey Luke."

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Sadaharu was up on the couch, watching a film and waiting somewhat guiltily for Yuki to come home. This had been a pretty big deal, and he'd just had to drink beforehand anyway. At least he felt better, and hopefully Yuki wouldn't still be sulking when he got back.

Yuki stumbled from the cab and paid the fee (even adding an autogrpah for the cabbies daughter). He stumbled up to the house and knocked on the door.

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Luke sighed and placed Taros arm around his shoulders. "How much did you drink?"

Sadaharu opened the door and smiled wistfully. Yuki looked like such a mess. He helped him inside and let him lean against him in case he lost his balance - which he seriously looked like he might - and shook his head. "Have fun without me?"

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Taro smiled and leant heavily against Luke. "Lots an' lots... Wukey." He giggled and his head drooped.

"I missed you~" Yuki cooed with a laugh as he bent forward. he turned his face to kiss Sadaharu.

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"Please don't start with these nicknames again." Luke sighed, helping Taro up to his room.

Sadaharu gave the drunk actor a quick kiss and then helped him off to his room. "Missed you too. Man, how much did you drink?" He asked, not having seen Yuki at this level of drunk before.

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"You know you love them." He murmured, swaying as they walked, eyes practically closed.

"They just kept bringing me drinks." Yuki laughed, collpasing back against his bed. "And Ayama always says its rude to decline drinks. So I drank and Now I'm drunk." He pulled Sadaharu ontop of him. "Lets have Sex." He started to kiss the others neck with a small laugh.

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Luke placed Taro on the bed and started to strip him. The clothes stunk.

Taro made a small noise of complaint at losing his clothes and then simply passed out.

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"Nope." Sadaharu said, easily moving off the actor. "You need to sleep." He said and started pulling off Yuki's clothes. "And you're going straight into PJs."

Yuki groaned and rolled onto his side. "But I want Sadi, not Pj's."

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Luke tucked him in.

"No." He said again, forcing Yuki into pyjama pants. If there was a chance he was going to get up and run around, he sure as hell wasn't doing it naked. He pulled the covers over Yuki. "I promise you can do whatever you want tomorrow. Just try and get some sleep." He said.

"I think I did something bad tonight." Yuki frowned. "But I don't remember what." he pulled Sadaharu into his arms and held him tightly. "LOve you soooo much."