Transaction

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Author’s Notes: Alright! I can’t contain it anymore! Once Kel and I had the final ending set for this story, we decided it had more possibilities. Many, many more. So, ladies and gents, lovers of Tohma and Taki (whether in a couple or apart) I’m pleased to announce that we are working on a sequel!

Yes, more of this goodness for you. I refuse to say anything more than that. I want to. I want to so bad, that’s how excited I am about it, but if I do it would give so much away in this story.

Just keep a look out for when I give the title to the sequel! Until then, enjoy the work we’ve got up now!
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Transaction

Chapter Nineteen
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Now, in retrospect, he should have realized what was going on. But, Kenji was never one to think in the heat of the moment, and before he was sure what was going on, his hands had moved, resting on Haido's knees. He was leaning forward, head tilted and eyes closed as his lips pressed to Haido's in an overly impulsive action.

Those lips were soft. Warm. Dry and perfect. It made his stomach tighten with something besides nervousness, though that came back in a rush as he realized exactly what he was doing. What it could do to them, and the band...

He thought about his actions, sure. It just happened to be after it was too late.

Heat rushed to his face, and Kenji opened his eyes as he pulled back, swallowing hard. He couldn't make a sound in his defense, because he had no defense. He'd... enjoyed that stolen kiss. More then he should have.

His eyes widened when he saw Kenji move in, unable to move. He watched the vivid red hair swarm his vision, the dark eyes closing. And Kenji's lips were over his. Haido didn't know what to do, he was in such shock.

But... but it was a nice feeling.

Kenji's lips were soft and pliant. Haido didn't think it could actually be happening, and that Kenji could be so... not clumsy about it. He was starting to enjoy it when the warmth of the kiss left and he was only staring at a blushing Kenji.

His mouth hung open slightly and he was blushing too, but Haido leaned forward and wrapped one hand behind Kenji's neck, pulling their faces close again to continue the kiss. A spark was lit and Haido, too, was taken over by impulse.

Kenji's eyes widened in surprise. Real surprise, but he didn't pull away. For all his protests, silent though they were, Kenji couldn't deny that he liked the way it felt. He liked it a lot.

His lips parted under Haido's, and his eyes drifted shut again as he reached out in search of Haido's hips. His fingers found them, and within seconds, Kenji had Haido in his lap, the only real way to do that without breaking the kiss to have one of Haido's legs on either side of Kenji's.

He wasn't going to think about this while it happened. If he started thinking, it would be ruined, because Haido simply felt too good to think about.

Haido didn't want to think about it either. He was afraid of what would come afterwards, of course, but for now he decided it was alright for a little indulgence of lustful ignorance. Kenji, though having started, certainly wasn't going to receive any blame.

When the lips parted, so did his and he blindly pushed his tongue forward. Haido was going on pure impulse. A small, muffled noise of surprise was heard as he was lifted and moved, but it was easily forgotten. The heat of the room now ten times more being so closely pressed up against Kenji. His legs folded so he was on his knees on Kenji's lap, other arm thrown around his neck.

This was crazy, Haido decided silently. All of this was absolutely crazy!

...

But he wasn't complaining...

Never anything like this. Kenji couldn't remember a time when he felt like this. His fingers felt thick, useless, and his skin felt as if it were on fire. Too warm, itchy.

There was no relief when Haido deepened the kiss, and Kenji let out a soft, desperate groan. For a moment, he considered pulling back, putting a stop to the kiss for both of their sakes, but it didn't take much to put him in an entirely different frame of mind. Just the right press of Haido's mouth against his, and he was responding with everything he had in him.

Frankly, he was just glad he wasn't being louder, even if it was his job to be vocal.

It occurred to him that he didn't know Haido. Not at all, really, and yet... There they were, sitting on the floor, kissing. Within seconds of the first revelation, Kenji was fast brought to the fact that this was the first time he had ever considered kissing another man to be a worthwhile idea.

But, it wasn't just an idea now. It was a full fledged reality.

Haido felt that little noise slide down into him, raising goosebumps throughout his body. It was a warming and chilling sensation all at once. It made something snap a little in him, and Haido pressed hard into the kiss, one hand threading into the red hair, holding tightly, but not painfully tight. The other hand ran down the front of Kenji's shirt, it wasn't like a second skin, but it wasn't baggy either.

Kenji's form was perfect and when his hand reached the hem, Haido slipped his fingers under, brushing against warm skin. It was amazingly soft and hot, sending thrills through him. Guiltily, he knew in the back of him mind that they didn't know each other well (hell, this had all started over which formality Haido should've used and which name), but he couldn't help it.

It slipped into his mind that Kenji had never struck him as gay, just cute. If he really hadn't figured himself as gay yet, then this truly was an act of impulse. More than that, but what if he was forcing Kenji a bit...

Well, he wasn't getting pushed away.

The bandage on Haido's hand caught in his hair, but Kenji didn't care. He couldn't have pulled away now if he'd wanted to, afraid of doing more harm to Haido's hand. He would have stayed in place, if only for that.

But, Haido was touching his skin. The tips of his fingers were cool, but not cold, and the contrast made Kenji suck in a sharp breath through his nose. It left him as a louder sound, urged by the touch and his own sensitivity.

One arm was hooked around Haido's waist, but the other was free, and Kenji used that hand to look for the hem of Haido's shirt. He couldn't help it, and didn't want to.

Haido was touching him, after all. It was only fair.

His heart was beating too fast for such little inspiration, and Kenji knew it was because he didn't want this to stop. All of that (mental) talk about not being gay was practically thrown out the window now. There was no way to deny it with Haido's hand up his shirt and their mouths locked together in the deepest kiss Kenji was sure he'd ever had.
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Author’s Notes: This scene was too important to not have her give a say on Kenji. It’s hard coming to terms with your own sexuality, mild curiosities and whatnot. It’s a confusing time, but not something that takes over your whole thought process. I thought Kel did a nice job of that, bring it up in Kenji’s mind in passing, not obsessing over it. This was a climactic moment on many levels. For further character development, plot development and personal growth in the story and us as writers.

I now present Kel’s words of wisdom:

'Pressured into ANs again. Dammit.

It was hard to write that scene for Kenji. I mean, I'm one of those people who looks at every angle, every possible outcome of something. Sure, if it's bad enough (or good enough), I'll just do it, but Kenji... didn't think, and that was weird for me.

I'm really not good at writing impulsive characters. So, why am I playing Taki?

Good question. I think it's the bad attitude.

By the time we got to this section, I think everything was based off one crack idea after another. (Can anyone tell I'm writing this off a prompt? Cookies, man. Cookies.) Kenji and Haido getting together was more something that we came up with to irk Keiko, in the beginning. And then it just sort of developed.

I really do hate what we did in the next few chapters, though. Makes me want to bang my head against a wall.'

And I agree with Kel. It’s hard to explain, and if I can’t completely 180 that shit, then you guys are stuck with it. But if you guys love us enough, you’ll forgive that one, badly planned out thing.

Drop us a line while we figure this out.

~Subby