A little history on BL Body Wash:

We at Yaoi-manga.com wanted to create something cool, fun and sexy for our friends who visit us here, and we made sure it was going to be the best. But that wasn't easy, and we got more than a few odd looks in our search. We tried tons of products and nothing could match up to the quality of what we were looking for. We almost gave up hope.

However, one of our staff knew of a quiet little scent boutique, one that had been serving a sleepy little town for years. (Our secret, though, we're not telling!) Not only did they create wonderful scented soaps, but a host of other luxury goodies. We approached the woman who ran the place and explained what we wanted to do. Boy did they pull out the stops for us! Every scent is hand mixed with natural ingredients, making these soaps one of a kind. So pop the top of that cute guy! Not only is he one of a kind, so is the soap you hold.

"...the towels, the loungewear, the razors, even the soap in the shower had been purple. The namesake was everywhere save the blue tiling and the decor. As he toweled his hair, he realized he had the spa mostly to himself. A quick glance of the clock said nine-thirty. He'd had the sauna and the Jacuzzi, nothing left but the massage itself now. He trundled into the massage waiting room, filled with plants and the almost required stack of magazines, and nervously sat down to wait. Even though he'd been assured it wasn't one of "those places", and instead was a professional place that specialized in Shiatsu, he couldn't help but wonder if the gift certificate he got from her wasn't a prank and he'd be in for a nasty surprise.

"Shawn?"

It wasn't some heavily made up woman chomping gum with a low blouse as he'd been afraid of, but a young Asian man dressed in light purple hospital style scrubs. His voice was quiet and soft. "Welcome to Spa Lilac. I hope you enjoy your appointment..."

"...it was coming down, the sky finally opening up and letting loose. He broke into a run, his cheeks growing hot, his body growing numb not from cold but from anticipation. He knew he was alone, there would be no witnesses. He could barely strip off his clothes fast enough once he reached the falls, to feel the welcoming embrace of cold air hitting his skin and then the shock of swirling water, forcibly pulling himself under and bringing himself up when he could stand no more.

To be under the sky, half clouded and yet still pouring, the slivers of moon illuminating the water, to embrace the Ten Thousand Things full on without the coarse barriers he wore. To indulge in that secret desire of which he told no one for fear of reprisal, to seek the embrace of nature itself.

A horrifying crunch of gravel was heard from above. "<So this is your "cherished beloved" you speak so highly of>" echoed a sniveling voice in wavering Chinese. "<I wonder what you will do to keep the name of your "beloved" a secret...>"

"...he noticed after a moment that he had tracked mud onto the stone tile floor, feeling a fleeting regret on how much of a mess this was going to make for his friend, especially after he'd help him wrangle his trashed bike from the mud. But all he wanted was to clean up and forget this evening. Everything in the bathroom was white and pale, warmed only by the striations of sand colored streaks in the marble and the floor. His numb fingers coarsely opened turned the knob of the shower, and then hastily backwards as a jet of scalding hot water hit him full on the chest. Some adjustments, and then, ahh.

He felt himself uncoil like a spring, and for quite awhile he simply stood there, water running over him. The scratches on his knee stung with the soap, but after a few moments the soothing scent of tangerine filled the air. Suddenly it all didn't hurt so much, and all that took over his mind was that familiar, bright, clear smell. Finally he'd learn the source of that mystery scent that followed his friend everywhere. But he didn't have long to ruminate on it.

"I brought a few towels, Skye, and something clean. Forget finding a repair shop this late, just rest. Why don't you stay here..."