Disclaimer: I don't own La Corda D'Oro or its' bishounen. I wish I did, though.


Tsuchiura Ryotaro stood outside a particular music room. His heart was beating hard, his eyes were closed in concentration.

I have to tell him. It's now or never! Come on, Ryotaro - what the hell's happening to you? But what if he doesn't feel the same way for me? What then?

He was so busy debating with himself - to move or not to move, that he didn't hear the door opening. A devastatingly gorgeous blue-haired man stepped out. "And you're here, why?" Tsukimori Len asked.

Ryotaro jumped, startled. "Len, uh, I... well, I was-" The pianist didn't dare continue. He was lost for words, utterly speechless under the other's gaze. After a moment of silence, Len grasped his wrist tightly and pulled him into the music room, slamming the door shut behind him.

What?

The stunningly talented violinist thrust him against the wall, pinning his wrist next to his head. "Wh-what are you doing?!" Ryotaro demanded. Len smiled devilishly, pressing his lips against the former soccer player's ear. "You can't possibly tell me you don't want this," he said huskily.

Ryotaro didn't resist as Len took his mouth in a passionate, almost longing kiss. He moaned slightly louder than he meant to as the shorter boy bit into his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting for that," Len said, running his free hand through Ryotaro's dark green hair. "It tastes as good as expected."

"What if somebody sees us like this?"

"I don't care. I've had enough of restraining myself anyway."

Ryotaro caressed his cheek.

"I love you."

Two voices, one word.

There was no longer any need for restraint.


My first attempt at yaoi. 3 I'd appreciate reviews. They should have more TsukiTsuchi fanfictions.