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Title:� The Epic

Chapter:� 15/ many

Authors:� Kyo-chan and
Koko-chan

Genre:� Shounen-ai

Disclaimers:� We do
not own the characters or the series.�
They belong to Kyo Shirodaira and Eita Mizuno.� This fanfiction is written by fans purely for
the enjoyment of fans.

Summary:� Kousuke
offers Eyes the security he needs after the encounter with Kanone.

~*~

Kousuke ran down the hall, tracking Eyes down through his
empathy and wishing for the first time that the top floor wasn't so goddamn
big. There were just too many rooms where the pianist could have holed up, and Kousuke
could feel his emotional state getting worse, not better. He hadn't managed to
calm down, which was unusual for Eyes, and the reality of that was just
frightening Eyes more. The fact that he was even in such a state told Kousuke
just how very near a miss this had been, and if he ever found out what had sent
him under while Kanone was left to roam unchecked, the redhead was going to
bust some heads.

He found the Englishman on his knees in his own bedroom,
hugging his arms and shaking as if the room were in the arctic. He didn't seem
to notice Kousuke's presence, too wrapped up in trying to calm himself down and
failing. He knew that this wasn't normal, and was afraid that Kanone had done
something to him that he couldn't undo. The feeling of helplessness and
betrayal to himself made him want to steal back control or scream until his
throat hurt. Yet still he tried so diligently to handle himself as he always
did, wondering what he would do if that didn't' work soon.

Kousuke's first instinct was to run to Eyes and pull him
into his arms, but he held himself back. If he did something like that without
giving Eyes warning, the most likely thing to happen would be that Eyes would
panic and attack without thinking. It seemed like a safer bet to make himself
known first, so he called Eyes's name. If that didn't work...well, he'd throw
his wet jacket at him or something. He had no real problem with Eyes shredding
the jacket.

The sound of his name above the roar of his heartbeat in his
ears made Eyes jump, looking quite startled. The second that it took for
recognition to kick in allowed Kousuke to see the fear that it might have been
Kanone again. The musician sucked in a harsh breath. "Kousuke..." he
replied, his voice thick with tension.

Kousuke tried to reach out with his empathy to calm the
other boy, but Eyes's emotions were a morass, and he had no idea where to
really start. He went with the basics, which was to smile. "Yup, it's me.
In the rather damp flesh."

Eyes got to his feet, a little unsteady. He approached
Kousuke carefully, not so much as if he wasn't sure what the redhead would do,
but more that he wasn't sure what he himself would do. He glanced up and down
once to make sure he was seeing the real thing, then reached out to him, taking
hold in spite of how cool and wet he still was. "I was worried..."
That wasn't something he admitted outright, indicating quite easily that he was
not in his mental element in the slightest.

Kousuke slowly closed his arms around Eyes, holding him as
tight as he dared and stroking at the silver hair. "I'm okay. You don't
have to worry anymore." It's my turn to do that, he thought to
himself, forgetting that Eyes was able to hear his thoughts now, if the events
a few hours earlier had been any indication.

The thought came unbidden in response to Kousuke's own
mental words. I don't deserve your worry... He couldn't help thinking
that he'd brought this entire situation on himself, and now that it was here,
he didn't know how to stop it. "I don't know...what's wrong with
me..." Well, he did know some of what was wrong with him, and it was
probably fuming the next level down from them as they spoke.

Kousuke switched entirely to mind speech, not wanting to
risk even the slightest chance that Kanone might hear them. It's not your
fault. You deserve my concern because I love you and it is my kami-given right
to be concerned.� I'll help you through
this in any way I can. Just tell me what you need. He placed a gentle kiss
to the top of Eyes's head, now thinking only of the other Blade Child's
comfort.

I...I'm not sure... I can't put out the fire. It's
burning... There was no other way he could describe the 'damage' that
Kanone's advances had left behind. He clung tightly, wishing that kiss had been
placed against his lips, to make him forget the way that other kiss had tasted.
He couldn't contest the love; he couldn't contest Kousuke's reasons like he had
before. He didn't really know what to do.

Kousuke understood, the rampant desire running through Eyes
burning like a beacon to Kousuke's empathic senses. He lifted one calloused
hand to touch Eyes's face, tilting those tormented sapphires up to look at him.
At the same time, he kicked the door shut, nodding to himself in satisfaction
as he heard the lock click. It figured that Eyes would have a door that
automatically locked from the inside. Then just do what you need to do,
whatever that turns out to be. I'll still be here.

I don't want to hurt you... Eyes was afraid that if
he lost control, he wouldn't know what to do or how to rein it back in again.
Therefore, losing it was a frightening thing indeed. He was already pressing
kisses to Kousuke's throat, nibbling at his ear. He had never been this
frenzied in his life, not even at the best of Kanone's work on him.

Kousuke shivered at the touches, but kept his mind
stubbornly on Eyes's concerns. He couldn't just say that Eyes couldn't hurt him
no matter what, because not only was that ridiculously corny, it was untrue.
Eyes was a fully trained Blade Child, and knew ways to bind, wound, and even
kill with his bare hands. If Eyes suddenly panicked or got too rough, injury
was a real concern. So he went with a far more realistic answer. I can and
will protect myself, Eyes. Trust me, I like my skin, and I'd rather keep it
whole. If you start to lose it, I'll stop you. Even if it means clocking you
with your alarm.

Good... you're still being honest with me. I need that...
One hand combed through Kousuke's hair, curling his fingers in the soft,
spiky strands. He used that grip to firmly, but gently, pull Kousuke down into
a real kiss. It was like the one that Kanone had given him, except that he knew
to leave enough room for Kousuke to escape if he really wanted to.

Kousuke had no interest in escape. Instead, he leaned
forward, into the kiss, but still letting Eyes have the control, sensing that
he needed that more than anything else.

You must be cold in that... Eyes's free hand was
tugging at the wet shirt that was clinging to Kousuke's body. It should come
off, yes? He slipped his tongue into Kousuke's mouth, kissing him deeply
and perfectly content to steal his breath away.

Kousuke moaned softly into the kiss, letting Eyes explore
and do whatever he wanted. Well, I could, but that would mean you'd have to
let go. It's either that or just tear the thing off.

Don't tempt me... He waited for several long moments
before he broke the kiss, licking first Kousuke's swollen lips, then his own.
Freeing his hand from Kousuke's hair, he began to tug the shirt over his head,
running hot hands down the bared chest once the garment was dropped to the
floor.

The redhead gave a soft gasp and shivered at the hot touch,
leaning into the skilled hands. Had Eyes's hands always been that warm, or was
it just that he was chilled? Either way, it felt remarkably good.

Eyes went after Kousuke's neck again, nibbling a heated
trail down the slender column, pausing over his heartbeat to suckle gently. He
didn't quite think he could mark Kousuke the way he'd been marked such a short
time ago, but he could leave something behind. His hands, meanwhile, heated
though they were, sought out places on the redhead's upper body that made him
react more than just the normal touches.

He found one fairly quickly, as he passed over Kousuke's
collarbones. The redhead's breath caught in his throat when they were touched,
and his shivers became a little more pronounced. Added with what Eyes was doing
to his neck, and Kousuke was beginning to think he'd have to sit down soon, or
risk losing all of his dignity when his knees gave out.

Eyes seemed to sense such distress, only letting go with his
lips after they'd left a rosy little mark on Kousuke's neck. He filed away the
knowledge of the collarbones for later and pulled back, taking his lover's
hand. Come with me... let me welcome you into my world this time...

Kousuke smiled, lifting Eyes's hand to his lips, though his
green-gold eyes stayed on Eyes's blue ones. I'll always follow you.

I wouldn't hold you to that, not with the lives we're
living, but it means enough to me that you'll follow me here and now. He
sat down on the edge of his bed that Rio
wished she could steal from him, pulling Kousuke forward and unfastening the
jeans he was wearing. After all, he didn't think Kousuke was comfortable in
them, soaked as he was.

Aw, you know me. I'd manage to follow you, even if
everyone said it was impossible, just because it would prove everyone wrong.
He sat gingerly on the edge of the mattress, not wanting to get the sheets wet,
and watched with quiet fascination as the musician's hands worked with the
fastening of his pants, which had gotten a little stubborn because of the wet.
Eyes's hands secretly fascinated Kousuke, with the strength and dexterity
hidden behind such a fragile-looking build.

At this point, Eyes wouldn't deny his hands were powerful.
Kousuke had been right on in recalling just how much damage he could do, and
that was before he had a weapon. This time, he used them to a less violent
means, undoing the denim and tugging them off Kousuke's hips, down his legs.
His eyes followed the trail of bared skin along the way, almost seeming to have
heat in his gaze alone.

Once fully undressed, Kousuke sighed happily and stretched,
very catlike even when not in nekojin form. That and he personally admitted to
himself that he was showing off. Sure, he still didn't look all that much
better than when he'd first come home, but at least the bruises were healing,
and Eyes really didn't seem to care about that, anyway. Now if only he could
gain back enough weight to not look starved, he'd be satisfied with himself,
too.

Eyes gently pulled him so that he was lying on the bed
completely, the feel of silks and velvets against his skin. Eyes often secretly
slept in the nude just to enjoy how much money and effort he'd put into such a
lavish bed. Kousuke should be able to enjoy it as well. When the other Blade
Child was settled, he resumed the kisses, only this time, he had a much larger
playing ground of still-dampened skin to roam.

Kousuke settled into the rich fabrics, purring at the feel
of them against his skin. He watched Eyes explore with half-lidded eyes,
arching just a little bit into each brush of the lips, wiry muscles tensing and
relaxing under the pale skin.

Eyes paused long enough to tease the other boy's
collarbones, nibbling along their length before dipping into the centre, one
hand caressing the top of Kousuke's thigh while the other held him up over the
other's body.

Kousuke moaned, head tipping back, and his back arching a
little off the bed. His hands fisted in the satin sheets, the redhead trying to
resist the need to touch the other boy. But Eyes wanted and needed full
control, and he would only reach for the pianist if given permission.

You don't need it. Eyes could feel the hesitation,
the need to touch something, hold onto him. Don't hold back. He captured
Kousuke's lips in another heated kiss before sitting up on his knees to undress
himself. The movement of his hands was an invitation for Kousuke to help if he
wished.

Kousuke smiled and sat up, reaching to help. He moved so
close that they were almost touching, and could feel the heat from each other's
skin. As he started to work on the fastenings of Eyes's vest--how many of those
things did he have, anyway?--he caught Eyes in a deep kiss of his own, not
rough or fast, but gentle and loving, Kousuke trying to pour his affection into
that single gesture.

It was a movement that managed to make the fear that had
been on the surface still and slip to the background. Reassured that it was
truly Kousuke and Kousuke alone here with him now, he could relax enough to
enjoy such a gentle kiss and not still go crazy with all the desire that burned
within him.

And Kousuke continued to drive home that it was him there
and not Kanone, simply with his touch. Once he'd gotten the vest undone and
pushed off Eyes's shoulders, it was his calloused hands that wandered over
Eyes's chest and shoulders, slightly clumsy and hesitant from inexperience, as
opposed to Kanone's smooth and expert touch.

Eyes didn't even want to bother with comparison. He knew
whose hands they were, why he allowed them to touch him so freely. He arched
back and let the touching continue, drinking in each pleasurable sensation down
his spine, the way his skin warmed and tingled. What he wanted to do to Kousuke
he couldn't say in words.

So say it in thought and emotion, Kousuke whispered
in his mind, the voice feeling like the brush of cats' fur. Kousuke nuzzled at
Eyes's neck, wishing he had fangs in human form, but not willing to deal with
the pain that came from shifting forms. Besides, the marking was something that
could be considered domination, and this was Eyes's night, not his.

After a moment's hesitation at such a barrier coming down,
Eyes let Kousuke feel what he wanted. For the first time, he wanted to be the
one in control, as something he'd never experienced. He needed to take Kousuke
the way the redhead had taken him not more than a couple nights ago. The
thought of claiming Kousuke, being with him in that way made him flush and he
wondered if Kousuke would protest being on the bottom. He was always so
headstrong...

Kousuke chuckled, nipping slightly at the musician's throat.
The images ignited a great deal of primal feelings, especially lust and desire.
They heated up his chilled body faster than anything else would have, and
instead of trying to explain such basic and primal emotions with clumsy words,
he wrapped those burning feelings around Eyes with his empathy, letting him feel
just how much he craved to have Eyes inside him, how much he wanted to belong
to Eyes as much as Eyes belonged to him.

Pale skin flushed in a matter of heartbeats, Kousuke's
sensual heat cloaking him like a sheath, holding him prisoner to their own desires.
But it was one form of captivity that Eyes refused to fight. His own hands were
shaking again as he fought with the fastenings to his pants, needing to be free
of whatever stood between them now.

Kousuke wasn't helping much, sending heated images of him
writhing beneath Eyes, screaming his name as the musician pounded into him.
There was an amused tint to the feelings and images, a sign that the redhead
knew he was being evil, and enjoying Eyes's reactions to it immensely.

You're almost making it hurt not to be taking you
right now...! Eyes warned mentally, the almost feral smirk on his face
showing that there was no real pain, but the ache within him came close in the
best way he'd ever known. He reached out with one pale hand to push Kousuke
back to the pillows once more, rolling back to kick his leather pants off in
one fluid motion. Seconds later, he was between the redhead's sprawled thighs,
mouth engulfing the very apparent erection.

"Aaaah!" Kousuke bucked his hips, unable to stop
it, and not even sure he wanted to. The feel of that mouth was almost enough to
bring him to the edge just as it was, and he arched as much as he could,
gasping for air and letting it out in little mewls of pleasure.

Those strong fingers curled around the base of Kousuke's
length, holding it tight as Eyes nursed the hardened shaft he'd kidnapped with
a skilled tongue and lips. He took Kousuke as far as he thought the other boy
could handle before he stopped, pulling back with deliberate slowness, his blue
eyes fixed on Kousuke's expression, the need in his gaze.

Kousuke gazed back, eyes molten and practically glowing with
his own desperate need, his gaze pleading with Eyes to either finish him or
continue or whatever else came to the silver-haired boy's mind, just so long as
he didn't stop! He whispered Eyes's name, his voice shaky and tight with
the sexual tension.

A gentle finger, in contrast to that which had held him back
a second ago, pressed to Kousuke's lips. It cannot be over that quickly... He
crawled across the bed to get to his nightstand, taking it a little slowly so
that Kousuke could calm down just a little. He didn't want it over just when
he'd sheathed himself into the redhead's body. There had to be more for Kousuke
to look forward to. Discovering some of the lotion he used regularly, he smiled
and pulled it free, knowing it would be safe enough for lubricant, a soft
cherry blossom scent prickling the air when he opened it.

Kousuke moved to prop himself up on his elbows, watching
Eyes and trying to calm himself down. Though admittedly, part of that tension
was starting to turn to anxiety. This was only the second time he'd ever been
intimate with anyone, and the first time receiving. He wasn't entirely sure
what he should be doing, and that was what made him nervous more than the
possibility of pain. Pain he could deal with, but making a mistake and
disappointing Eyes was more than enough to put him on edge in a negative way.

You're worrying. Isn't that my job? Eyes reappeared beside him,
moistening his hands with the sweet-scented lotion. Remember how worried I was
when you first took me, and the things that you said in response. The same
applies to you. He bowed his head to give the other a gentler,
reassuring kiss. His fingertips danced over Kousuke's erection, reminding him
again of how good it felt to be with each other.

Kousuke shivered a little at the light touches, leaning into
the kiss. I...guess so...

No guessing... Just tell me if I'm the one doing
something wrong. I know it's not painless, but I never want to harm you
either... That said, he dropped his touch just beneath the scrotum, teasing
lightly at the tight circle of his entrance, rubbing a bit.

Kousuke shivered at the light touch, finding it more
enjoyable than he'd expected it to be. He spread his legs wider to give Eyes
more room. There was a large part of him that was rather of the opinion of,
even if Eyes did hurt him, not saying anything and just giving the other boy
what he needed. And the moment that crossed his mind, he shoved it down and
really hoped that he hadn't thought that 'out loud', so to speak.

Eyes gave him a bit of a look, but it was toned down by the
moment. With that expression, they both knew that they wouldn't be able to hide
the pain, or anything else they shared at that moment, from each other. He
tested that theory by gently pressing a finger within, testing his grounds.

Kousuke hissed a little bit at the sting of first
penetration, but it wasn't anything unbearable, and he forced himself to relax,
knowing it would be easier if he did. He didn't want this to stop...even if
Eyes did swat him for having a brief moment of self-sacrificing
stupidity.

The pianist let it go for now, concentrating only on trying
to prepare Kousuke so that he wouldn't experience too much discomfort when he
actually joined with him. He ducked his head to tease the tip of his length,
careful not to do too much so that he wouldn't bring him back to fever pitch so
soon again. The least he could do, however, was distract him from the preparation.

Kousuke gasped and shuddered, the conflicting sensations
both excruciating and enticing at the same time. He murmured Eyes's name again,
reaching out with one hand to run his fingers through what he could reach of
the musician's hair.

Eyes didn't pull back until Kousuke was prepared to his
satisfaction, gently withdrawing his mouth and fingers. He leaned back so that
Kousuke could see him, his face flushed as it had been the other night,
reddened with pleasure. The other lotion-slick hand went to his own erection,
stroking up and down and causing a very delicious moan to leave his lips.

Kousuke watched, his heated gaze seeming to have its own
weight on the musician's skin. You are so incredible...

From your perception. He worked himself until he felt
a little more of the fever pitch he'd given Kousuke, and then lowered his hand
with a bit of reluctance. He moved to hover over the redhead's prone body,
leaning down to give him another deep kiss as the tip of his length gently
probed for entrance within Kousuke. He didn't push when he felt the desire
welling up, wanting it to be Kousuke's eventual choice.

Kousuke reached up and wrapped his arms around the slender
form above him, pulling him close, participating eagerly in the kiss. Now,
he whispered into Eyes's mind like a plea, Please, take me now! Even
with the cool down period, Kousuke's hunger to be one with Eyes was almost
overwhelming in its intensity.

To hear Kousuke beg like that...it was as if those few words
had re-ignited all the flames he'd been trying to calm or control. Before he
knew it, he was pushing into that tight heat, letting out a soft cry despite
his best efforts at silence. Right now, he didn't care if they were heard, he
knew they were safe for the moment, and that was all that mattered. He wanted
Kousuke, and he was the only thing that existed in this world.

Kousuke whimpered, for a moment consumed by the pain from
the first few seconds of being claimed. But he knew it would get better, so he
clung to Eyes and waited it out, using the presence of the musician, the heat
of his skin, the scent of his hair, the sound of his voice, as support.

I've got you...it's going to be all right. The pain
doesn't last... Eyes was very reassuring, knowing just what he had thought
the first time, wanting to calm those pains and those fears. He lowered himself
to share the heat better, wrapping his arms around the other boy and holding on
as he adjusted to being filled.

Kousuke shuddered suddenly as Eyes's hands brushed against
his lower back, pleasure rippling between their shared senses like hot water.
It seemed the nekojin actually shared a sensitive area with him.

That comforted him on some level, and he gently stroked it
as he rocked his hips. He wasn't quite thrusting yet, but more giving Kousuke a
chance to get used to such a movement. He didn't want it to hurt when he
couldn't control himself anymore. He showered the other Blade Child's face with
kisses, nibbling at his neck or ears every now and then.

Kousuke murmured something incomprehensible, but his voice
dripped with soft pleasure as he shifted languidly against his lover, the pain
slowly fading in the wake of such tender care.

That was what Eyes had wanted more than anything. When he
could barely sense discomfort anymore, he began to move for real, his thoughts
asking permission before he went too fast.

Kousuke's eyes had slid shut some time during the gentle
pleasuring, and now they opened again, soft and trusting, green-gold cat eyes
that glowed from within with want, like twin harvest moons. Permission was
given almost before it was requested.

Eyes gave Kousuke another of those rare smiles and his body
started moving gracefully in long deep thrusts that were suited to his more
elegant nature. There was enough control to be had in the taking, there was no
need to rush anything else, and especially not when the glide of Kousuke's
heated body against his arousal felt this good.

Kousuke moved with him, moaning softly with each thrust. He
held tight to Eyes, those rough hands running over his back, wanting the other
boy as close as possible. The nekojin instincts in him wished that Eyes could
mark him as he had been marked, but without fangs, that was probably
impossible. But still, just the fantasy of Eyes biting into his throat, the
fire of that feeling of gentle ownership running through his veins, was enough
to make the Blade Child moan.

If only I could... Eyes felt the echo of want for
such a mark, but he settled for latching onto the bruise he'd already made on
Kousuke's throat and nibbled just slightly harder at it to darken it. As he
moved, Kousuke could hear the soft groans and whimpers that came from each
thrust while he was latched to the redhead's throat. Mine...

Kousuke mewled, tilting his head back not just to give Eyes
more room, but in an instinctive sign of submission. He tightened around the
musician's length as much as he could, wanting to give Eyes as much pleasure as
possible. Yours...

Eyes let out a louder cry that spoke Kousuke's name at the
end of the pleasured sound. They were almost there; he could feel it within
himself and in an echo from his lover. He shifted his angle a little, searching...

Kousuke suddenly screamed as Eyes struck something that
exploded into waves of ice and fire through his body, leaving him gasping and
desperate for more of that incredible feeling. Again...! Onegai, Eyes,
more...!

Eyes cried out as well, feeling Kousuke's body tighten in
response. He thrust harder, making sure to strike that spot over and over,
feeling something building not only in his body, but somewhere on a higher
level. An electric heat crept from the base of his skull down his spine,
spreading out over his body.

Kousuke writhed desperately beneath Eyes, the pleasure too
much for him to keep still. His hands slid lower down the musician's back,
nails digging into that area at the base of his spine.

Screaming, Eyes reached his limits, that wall of illusions
finally crumbling to nothing and leaving the Blade Child fully bared in mind,
body and expression. A little more... he wanted Kousuke to come first, he could
hold out... "K-Kousuke...!"

With a final cry, Kousuke fell over the edge, his vision
going white as he came hard. His entire body spasmed, tightening almost
unbearably around his lover.

Eyes threw his head back, another loud cry of pleasure
leaving him as he met Kousuke's climax with one of his own. A ripple of energy
tore through the room, through Eyes's body, pulsing with heat against Kousuke
as he gasped for breath. Another sharp sound left the musician as it hit him
full force, instinct taking over in its wake. Eyes dropped his head and bit
into the side of Kousuke's throat, his previous mark giving way to the perfect
place for the sweetest taste. Instead of pain, small, sleek fangs broke the
skin in an instant, Eyes moaning as he fed from the open wound, something soft
and warm brushing like fur against Kousuke's thighs.

Kousuke moaned deep in his chest, tilting his head as far
back as he could, panting with the pleasurable sensations of the bite. He felt
dizzy, his eyes still glazed and unfocused from orgasm, so he just clung to his
lover to ride out the waves.

Even at the end of his frenzy, Eyes was mindful of hurting
Kousuke, and he took very little, managing to tear himself away with a startled
gasp. When the back of his hand drew across his mouth, he was startled to find
a streak of crimson. He'd thought for a moment that he might have imagined
biting Kousuke, but it was reality now. A-are you all right?!

Kousuke gave a smile that was bordering on drunken. Haaaai...why'd
you stop? Do I taste bad?

"K-Kousuke!" I'm not supposed to be able to
bite you!

Kousuke gave one of those very feline blinks. In fact, he
rather resembled a cat on a catnip high... I know. But I figure if I can
hallucinate the fuzzy silver ears, why not the biting?

"What...?" Eyes reached up, and sure enough, he
touched soft furry ears where only hair should have been. The caress was
pleasant, and he shivered.

Kousuke seemed to get a little more lucid, though not much.
It was enough so that he could raise a hand to those ears himself without
smacking either of them, anyway. But he remembered how nice it felt when Eyes
scratched his ears, and he felt that he should return the favor. So he buried
his fingers into the soft hair and fur, rubbing at the base of each ear,
purring a little at the feel of such softness against his roughened hands.

Eyes didn't know what was going on, and it made him nervous,
but that was quickly forgotten as Kousuke began doing something that felt rather
much like heaven. He flopped onto the redhead lightly, his chest rumbling in an
almost growling purr. Dare I ask....what...happened...?

Kousuke thought about this while still absently stroking the
silver ears. It took a little longer than usual, since he was still filtering
most of his thought process through the afterglow, but he finally spoke. Well,
assuming that the Hunter was right and all Blade Children actually have
nonhuman mothers, I'd say you just grew up. But as to why you've suddenly
changed now, I'm probably not the best person to ask. My own
transformation was forced, after all. He nuzzled at Eyes's face like an
affectionate kitten. I'm not complaining, though. The feel of you marking me
was niiiiice...

Eyes chuckled softly, swishing his tail a little against
Kousuke's legs. He blinked and glanced back, moving it again. That is going
to take some getting used to... He nuzzled the redhead's face. I don't
know how it happened, but I'm not sure I mind it. I just have to figure out how
to get it to go away before I leave the room.

It wasn't just the physical changes that Eyes would have to
get used to. His senses were also much sharper now. He could hear the sound of Kousuke's
heartbeat, a little fast from their recent exertion, but slowly calming, and
mixed with it was the deep rumble of the redhead's purring, the subsonics of
which stayed in his voice even when he wasn't actively making the sound. It
wasn't audible to human ears, but his fox ears picked it up clearly. Eyes's
sense of smell picked up many scents, from the salty tang of sweat, to the
coppery smell of Kousuke's blood, and even the redhead's own scent, a mix of
something warmly herbal and a slight tint of lavender. And, just barely noticeable
on his hands, the sweet but slightly burning scent of the oil Kousuke had used
on him during their first time.

This...is incredible... Eyes took a slow, deep
breath, not only allowing his sense of smell to pick up everything it could,
but giving himself a chance to digest all the new information. Each new thing
was catalogued, and he was sure that Kousuke's scent would remain branded on
his memory so that he'd be able to find his lover without the traditional
methods of sight and sound, two things that humans took very much for granted.
He wanted to stay in this moment for longer than they could, learning and
existing, holding onto the soft glow of their recent coupling and remaining so
closely fit.

Kousuke nodded his agreement, his hand trailing down Eyes's
back to pet at the silvery fox tail. He couldn't see it very well from this
angle, but he had no doubt that it would look just as natural on Eyes as his
own tail and ears supposedly looked on him.

The furry thing seemed alive under his hand, twitching and
swishing back and forth. Another rumbling purr went through Eyes's chest and he
let out a soft sigh. All things considered, I'm content with this night.

Me too, Kousuke replied softly, pressing little
kisses to the musician's face and neck, but it's going to be really hard to
move from this bed and go back to my room. My bed's soaked, thanks to
She-Whom-Shall-Soon-Be-Dead. Maybe I can sleep on the couch in the music room.
Wait, that doesn't have a lock, and if Kanone's wandering around pissed, I'd
rather have a stout lock. Maybe the roof...

I want you to stay... It was unspoken, but Eyes
didn't want to wake up alone. He knew that it was dangerous to spend that much
time in close quarters with Kanone still here. Hopefully, he'd gotten what he
wanted, and he would go home soon. Eyes would find a way to casually bring it
up the next conversation with the man.

Kousuke met those incredible sapphire eyes, his own
emerald-gold ones worried. You sure? It's a risk... Though admittedly, Kousuke
wanted to stay too. He didn't want to leave Eyes alone while Kanone was nearby.
That had already happened once, because he'd somehow passed out. He didn't want
to let it happen again.

To say that I don't care anymore would be a lie, but I
want you here with me. He almost added 'just in case', but there was enough
concern left that Kousuke would pick that up on his own. I have to be up
early anyway, I'll make sure we're not discovered.

Then I'll stay. Kousuke murmured, absently taking
hold of one of Eyes's hands, inspecting the sharp claws that now adorned it. Somehow,
the sharp little points just made the fingers look more elegant, just as he'd
expected. Kousuke had a suspicion that they could have dressed Eyes in a grass
skirt and a horrible floral print shirt, and he'd still look like a king. He
chuckled to himself at the mental image, absently massaging the hand he held.

Eyes winced at the mental image. Some king I would be in
that getup, Kousuke. It made him laugh though, and he shook his head,
settling on top of him.

You'd manage. And then all your fangirls would start
emulating it, and then all the American and English cosplayers would start, and
by the end of the month there'd be a whole fashion revolution based on your
grass skirt. Kousuke continued working on the hand he held, rubbing the
tension out of each joint with his own clever fingers.

Eyes almost moaned in contentment, loving when his hands
received attention. He was so accustomed to using them frequently that any kind
of pampering was well-appreciated. I don't want to think about such a revolution...

The redhead snickered as he moved to Eyes's palms and wrist.
Aw, you don't want your very own army of grass skirted minions? I bet you'd
even get some people in the Harajuku district trying to goth it up. Spiky
skirts made out of those really nasty grasses, maybe. Painted black, of course.

Of course. I do like black, you know. It would seem more
fitting to start a trend for the Harajuku district... He smiled and shook
his head. But I'm not about to start any trends right now. World domination
can wait until after this year's tours.

You mean your tours aren't a means towards world domination?
And I personally think you like black a little too much. The only time
I've seen you not wearing black was during that last concert, and then, you
were wearing white. You should really try wearing some other colors. Kousuke
didn't really want to to think about Eyes touring. It was always a rather mixed
blessing when Eyes traveled. On one hand, Eyes was away from the mess in Japan for a
while and could just focus on his music. But on the other, Kousuke missed him
when he wasn't there, especially since until now, the only one who was there
for company was Rio. Kousuke didn't like
feeling lonely.

I've never liked colors... Even when I was younger, I
preferred black. He tilted his head thoughtfully. It isn't that colors
are bad, it's just that I never had a preference for them.

Kousuke gave a frustrated huff, grabbing Eyes's other hand
to start on that. Maybe, but I think you'd look incredible in colors.
Like you did in my sleep shirt. I'd love to see you in a dark red or purple.

I might consider trying it more, if you like. Just...let
me stay in my element for the time being, and then I promise to try more.

Kousuke purred and rubbed his cheek against the back of
Eyes's soft hand. Thanks. Though you know, if I ever start to get really
annoying, you do have every right to just tell me to shove it.

I've gotten used to the way you behave. If I couldn't
handle it, I wouldn't be as close to you as I am now. Don't worry about it.

Okay then, Kousuke murmured, finally finishing with
Eyes's hands and just embracing the other boy, holding him close and enjoying
the warmth.

Eyes still couldn't say it, even though he wanted to. And it
had nothing to do with not being able to return Kousuke's feelings; it was more
that he was afraid of what would happen if he did. There were too many
variables now, and keeping them safe was his utmost priority. He had to think
of everyone involved and not just himself or how good it would feel to just let
go.

Common sense pointed out that Kousuke had already made it
clear that he wasn't expecting a return of his feelings, and was happy enough
just with what Eyes gave him. If anything, he'd probably been expecting total
rejection when he first confessed.

With that thought in mind, Eyes held him a little closer,
his own quiet way of reassuring him that there was no rejection to be found
here. In fact, he'd wondered if Kousuke would end up rejecting him because
of Kanone.

Kousuke noticed that he couldn't hear Eyes's thoughts
directly anymore. The musician, always a quick study, was probably already
figuring out how to shield his thoughts. But then, Eyes had always been good at
walls. All he felt now was the emotional things, security, concern, and a
strange tint of guilt and fear. "What's the matter, Eyes?" he
whispered, noticing that speech suddenly felt odd, more distant and cumbersome.
Speaking mind-to-mind had seemed a lot more comfortable.

Eyes lay his head on Kousuke's chest, nuzzling under the
other's chin. "I thought... perhaps you might regret being with me. If
nothing else, tonight proved to me that the ties that bind are tighter than I
thought they were. It's not fair to you." He didn't want to lose Kousuke,
not when he had someone he could be this close to and not have to worry about
being manipulated.

Kousuke shook his head and flicked at the tip of one silver
ear. "Baka," he murmured affectionately, "I don't regret
anything. I came to you knowing the risks, and it would be unfair to you to
dump everything just because of one person. I love you, and you care. That's
enough for me."

Eyes didn't argue this time, though inwardly he wished that
he could be considered as doing more than just caring. But he would do that
when he felt it was safe enough to. For now, having the security that being
close to Kousuke provided, he could live through this mess for awhile.
"Thank you."

"No prob." Kousuke reached down, pulling the
blankets up to cover them. Hm...you know, the quilt isn't too big to
steal...nah. Something tells me Eyes wouldn't really stand for that.

"Do it, and I'll hunt you down..." the musician
murmured sleepily.

Kousuke sighed. "Something tells me hiding things from
you is going to become a lot harder. I'd better invest some time in learning
about mental shields."

"You may want to. Both for our own safety and ...
perhaps a little bit of privacy." Not that there was much that he wanted
to hide, but it was always better to be cautious.

Kousuke nodded. He had his own little secrets, things that
were just too personal for him to feel comfortable with showing anyone, even
Eyes. Besides, people would start to wonder if they started finishing each
other's sentences and all that.

Eyes would have commented on that, but he was already drifting
off to sleep, curled up against Kousuke contentedly.

Kousuke just lay there watching him, stroking those soft
silver ears. He wasn't sleepy yet, so he just stayed awake, just in case Kanone
got it into his head to try visiting again. He would protect Eyes now, even if
he wasn't able to do it all the time. He just hoped it was enough.

~*~

Kanone finished his packing, looking around to make sure
that he had everything. He'd gotten the information he needed, and had a plan,
so it was time to leave. There was so much to do, and while it pained him that
he couldn't do something about Asazuki before he left, he consoled himself with
the business for today. He would have to call Cassie and tell her to have some
of their more skilled helpers waiting when he got back.

A quiet knock came to his door. Eyes stood outside, and even
though he would have liked to ignore Kanone's presence after the previous
night, he thought it best to try and make like nothing had happened. Taking a
deep breath, he waited instead of walking in, bracing himself for a
not-quite-pleasant experience. There was no telling what kind of mood Kanone
would be in, especially since he knew the other had been practically enraged at
Ayumu's interruption.

"Come in, Eyes." Kanone called, not sounding particularly
bad-tempered.

But he knew that didn't necessarily mean anything. He turned
the knob and stepped inside, immediately fixing his gaze on the brunette.
"Hello, Kanone."

Kanone nodded a greeting with a small smile, closing his
suitcase. "Good morning, Eyes. You're just in time to see me off."

The silver-haired boy tilted his head. "Are you leaving
so soon?"

Kanone nodded, looking regretful. "I have
responsibilities of my own back in England, sadly. And I have the
information I came for, so I fear that there is no excuse for me to stay
longer. And with your concert being tomorrow, you will be rather busy
yourself."

The old sentimentalities were on Eyes's lips like a familiar
habit. He almost got close enough to stroke one smooth cheek, almost told him
how he hated the thought of them being separated. Now, it took all of his will
to force himself not to move, too at odds with himself at the moment to try and
pretend everything was all right. "It's a shame you can't stay at least
for the concert," he managed to say, knowing that Kanone had always seemed
to like hearing him play.

Kanone chuckled, reaching out to pat Eyes's cheek.
"That is why I have a television. I would never miss one of your
concerts."

It was only after he'd unconsciously nuzzled Kanone's palm
for a second that he cursed himself for letting the other's charm win over. Old
habits were indeed hard to break. "Do you need me to take you to the
airport?"

Kanone shook his head. "I have a few errands to run in
the city before I leave. Mostly picking up souvenirs for a few friends of mine.
But it might take a while, and be horribly boring. So I've called a cab."
Kanone smiled at the nuzzling, knowing that his hold was still strong, even if
he'd been constantly interrupted during this stay.

"When will I see you again?" His mind opened up
just a little, testing the range of his telepathy, the talent still very new to
him. Normal behavior would have dictated that Kanone wouldn't have passed up
the opportunity to ride with Eyes to the airport, and it didn't seem normal for
him to take a cab either. He wondered if there was something more going on...

And he ran into well-practiced mental walls, strong and
thick. Kanone already had shields against telepathy, but he felt it when Eyes
tried to read him. So he'd Awakened last night...

Eyes made no outward expression of success or failure,
tilting his head curiously as he waited for an answer. It was disappointing
that even with his own maturity, he couldn't get an edge on Kanone. It would have
been nice to have something...

"Probably not for a while. I'm usually kept quite busy
at home. Do you want me to call when I arrive in London?"

Eyes nodded his head. Anything he could do to get what
information he could. "Please..."

Kanone nodded. "Very well. In return, once you've gone
through the Hunter's files, please send a summary to me, would you? It's best
to know what the Hunters are doing or have done."

"I will make sure to look all the data over when I am
finished with the concert here. I have a bit of a rest period to dedicate the
time to it." Eyes stepped back, his eyes moving once up and down Kanone's
frame. This time, like many others, he wondered where the sweet little boy of
his childhood had disappeared to. Perhaps it was the strain of Fate, Eyes
couldn't tell, but he would continue to question what had happened to make the
Kanone he once knew the man he was becoming today.

Kanone noticed the look and raised an amused eyebrow.
"What are you staring for? Do I have something on my face?"

Eyes blinked and then shook his head. "No, Kanone...I
was just thinking. I'm sorry."

Kanone shrugged. "Nothing wrong with thinking. It shows
you exist." He picked up the suitcase and approached Eyes, leaning up and
stealing a kiss before Eyes could stop him.

Eyes made a startled sound, again thinking that he should
have expected such a move. He didn't pull back, but like before, he didn't
press forward. There wasn't as much control in that movement as Kanone usually
put into his advances.

Kanone pulled back, his eyes calculating. "Mm...are you
wearing a new cologne, Eyes? It suits you. A very light sweet musk...almost
like a fox." Kanone knew what Eyes was, of course. He'd made a point of
knowing which bloodline had been used to birth the musician.

Eyes was proud of himself for his lack of reaction, a part
of him knowing that if his friend had known to shield so well, he would likely
have a clue as to what he was. Kanone was known for doing his homework. "I
find it goes quite well with the subtle scent of cat." He had a feeling
that Kanone had also known all along about Kousuke and what he was, or else
there wouldn't have been so many attempts at getting Eyes alone. And the
pianist wasn't so sure he believed the story about Kousuke collapsing when Kanone
had come to talk to him.

Kanone tilted his head, as if considering the statement.
"I fear I can't agree with that sentiment. Cats and foxes are natural
enemies in the wild. Such a dalliance would be tempestuous at best." He
suddenly shrugged. "But I suppose it would just be a matter of time and
circumstance. Combinations with so much against it don't tend to last
long."

"Even you know that there are exceptions to every rule,
Kanone. Especially when circumstances are a little on the rare side. We shall
see how it fares." He gave the smallest smile and bowed his head. "Do
take care, Kanone. I only see the situation getting even more extreme for the
Blade Children. With us so far apart, it would be difficult for me to be at
your side."

Kanone nodded. "Extreme does seem to be rather the norm
for us, doesn't it. But just one thing..." He gave Eyes a look that seemed
to stare right through him, and then threw out a comment that he knew would
have Eyes doubting certain things. "I have no doubts in rare pairs for the
trueness of a cat's passionate heart. My doubts rather concern the fox, which
is a canny beast that prefers to simply use things that are...convenient."
After all, Kanone knew from what he'd read of Kousuke's soul that the Empath
already loved, but Eyes did not. And knowing Eyes, the musician probably
already worried that he might just be emulating Kanone's manipulations.

The corners of Eyes's mouth twitched downward, and he turned
away from Kanone. "I have preparations of my own to attend to." He suddenly
felt cold, angry at himself, and it stirred the power of the vulpine spirit
beneath the human shell. His skin was as cool as marble, his movements casually
deliberate. "Have a safe flight home, Kanone."

Kanone hid his smile, knowing he'd won this particular
little duel of words. "I will. And I wish you a good time at your
concert." And with that, Kanone headed out the door of the room, off to do
his errands and head back to England.

Eyes picked up the keys from the countertop that Kanone had
left behind, pocketing them and going to the door. He looked back into the
apartment, feeling like there was still a bit of Kanone there. He had a feeling
he wouldn't be visiting this floor for awhile. Sighing quietly, he headed back
upstairs to find Kousuke.

He found the redhead in the kitchen upstairs, still mostly
asleep, wearing only the rumpled pants from last night, hair even messier than
usual, and nibbling at a blueberry muffin. To Kousuke, mornings had about the
same appeal as formal outfits. Namely, none.

Eyes moved behind him and wrapped his arms around the
mostly-sleeping nekojin, holding him tightly to his chest. His skin was almost
like ice now, but he didn't seem to notice it.

Kousuke's skin, however, was extremely warm, almost burning
against Eyes's chilled flesh. The redhead yelped, snapping awake at the cold.
"Eyes? What happened to you? You're freezing!"

"Nothing happened..." Eyes murmured, nuzzling
against the other boy's soft red hair and the nape of his neck. He breathed
deeply to bring in that scent that reassured him, his skin warming slightly
with Kousuke's presence. "Did I hurt you..?"

Kousuke sighed, purring slightly at the nuzzling. "No,
just startled me. Your skin feels really cold for some reason."

"I'm sorry..." He didn't just mean for being cold
to the touch. But there was no way for him to explain the doubt in himself that
had nestled into his thoughts.

"Nah, it's okay," Kousuke murmured. "I like
it when you touch me. The fact that you're willing to do so out in the open in
broad daylight tells me you care."

It told more than that...it spoke of his real fears, which
Eyes wasn't sure he liked, but he didn't argue the point. "Let me
just...hold onto you for a moment..."

"For as long as you want," Kousuke promised,
closing his own hands gently over Eyes's arms. He still worried about the
chill, so he called on his fire in that soft aura he'd used to warm them when
Eyes had rescued him from the ocean.

Eyes gasped as the power of it rippled along his own aura of
cold. It made him shudder, but he didn't pull away. The sensation was almost
like swords that ground to the hilt to see which one had more strength, but
when they both locked and couldn't find a higher ground, they settled for being
equals. The resulting hold between them both was like frost at the tips of an
ember.

Kousuke didn't say anything at first, just let himself feel.
He liked being in the other's arms, and this feel of equality that came with
the mixing of elements just made it all seem more secure, somehow. "I...don't
suppose one of the things you're going to grow into is an ability to toss ice
like I toss fire?"

"Without knowing for sure, I'm going to say yes,"
Eyes replied in a soft whisper, accustoming himself to the feel that would
likely be there for good now whenever he was around Kousuke.

Kousuke grinned. "I'm sure this is going to make sex
really interesting." he teased, trying to lighten the dark mood that still
hung around his lover.

That got Eyes to laugh. "Leave it to you to think about
the important things, Kousuke."

"Of course," Kousuke said, puffing himself up,
"I am the great and powerful Kousuke-sama!"

Eyes just shook his head. "Baka..."

Kousuke purred and just snuggled closer, totally content.
"Yup. Your baka."
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