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Title: Endless Bouts
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Pairing: Kazu/Ryu� Ryu/Kazu
Disclaimer: Hehehehehe... HahahahahaHAHA!! I'm sorry. Just thinking what it would be like if I actually owned s.CRY.ed. (snorts softly)
A/N: Cha-cha-cha� Charmin! Don't you like that commercial? Anyway� Even though these fic is half-up at Fanfiction.net, I sit down to make alterations and then, damn, work gets in the way so much now. I've never had problems with getting out chapters within a week but this s.CRY.ed fic's been kicking my arse! (clenches a fist) Forgive me. As I was saying, I edited some and added some, and so� there's a teeny tiny, quick lemon shower scene down there� somewhere� (points down then starts crying) Please don't judge me by my smut�!

Chapter Two -- Below Par
Kazuma yawned loudly and leaned his chair back onto its two back legs, his feet on the tabletop keeping him upright. He crossed his arms over his chest and continued listening to the television for signs of the Mainland acting up. Ryuhou was in the kitchen, shoulder to the wall as he kept an ear to the radio. It was the only thing they could do to keep from fighting with each other, or--where Kazuma was concerned--sleeping together.
The broadcast they hoped for came through, courtesy of Elian's genius, and they rushed out of the house to attend their second fight in three weeks. Ryuhou chuckled softly, shaking his head at their lack of transportation. He glanced up to catch Kazuma's furtive grin and they both looked down the street. "Tachibana's," Kazuma laughed suddenly. He ran down the broken road and disappeared around a corner. Ryuhou inhaled then exhaled deeply, pinching the bridge of his nose with his eyes squeezed shut.
"Yo!" Kazuma came roaring back around in Tachibana's newest car--the ones before had been destroyed by the "dynamic duo". Ryuhou got in and they were quickly on their way. Kazuma drove them to the barren mountains where the troops had first been spotted, unaware that his green-haired passenger grew increasingly uneasy, and not just because of the awful driving.
Ryuhou rubbed a hand across his eyes then glared at the auburn and orange-haired man as they skidded to a rough halt on the bluff overlooking the Mainland's predicted course. Kazuma grinned sheepishly and kicked open the door, jumping out. Ryuhou exited the vehicle with more class and in an orderly fashion. Soon both boys were altering the landscape around them.
"Alright," the transformed Shell Bullet growled with a grin. He took to the air and came down in the middle of the transport.
The other took a deep breath before disappearing, joining his partner in battle. The Shell Bullet quickly incapacitated refined Alter users while Ryuhou cut down the airborne ones. Kazuma tore through a tank, ripping the canon free, then tossed it on another, watching them explode with a broad grin.
Ryuhou readied himself for the attack Darths' Alters had coming but for a split second he couldn't afford, his body refused to move as ordered. "Kazu--" His yell turned into a scream as he was unexpectedly grabbed from behind. His entire body was being squeezed in a painful grip. "Ka�Kazuma�!" Ryuhou ground out, pushing against his bonds to no avail. The pressure was suddenly relieved and the older of the duo found himself hurtling downwards with no control. He crashed into the ground, back arching from the force of impact and left a faint crater, eyes wide with pain.
The Shell Bullet stood in the middle of Mainland debris, eyes wide and filling with rage as the golden propeller extension swung idly. "Ryuhou� Ryuhou! You� bastards!!" Kazuma screamed to the Heavens, the air crackling around him, tearing up the Earth he stood on. He didn't even spare his partner's body another glance and set out to exact his revenge.
Ryuhou gritted his teeth, struggling to open his eyes as he heard the final screams of many Mainland Alter users. "Ka... zuma..." He inhaled sharply, coughing and transformed back to his original form, arm over his waist.
Kazuma's anguished screams died down to deep pants and he dropped to his knees next to the long-haired male, auburn and orange locks settling down smoothly as he completely came out of his final Alter stage. "Ryuhou. Ryuhou!" The young man opened crimson eyes halfway, scowling, and forced himself to sit up.
Ryuhou couldn't find his voice to protest as Kazuma lifted him onto his shoulder, feeling the other male stand. Because the jeep they'd drove in on had been altered during the battle--Tachibana would have a severe tongue-lashing waiting for destroying his ride--Kazuma sighed and started back to the town at a run, concerned at the burning temperature Ryuhou's body carried. The figure over his shoulder coughed a few more times before falling silent, eyes closed to put a stop to the nausea rising in his stomach from seeing the ground move constantly. They arrived in town late that night and headed straight for Tachibana's.
Kanami and Cammie were the only beings inhabiting the house when the Shell Bullet dragged himself in with a groan. "Kazu-kun! What happened?" Kanami cried, rushing towards the two men.
"He took a serious hit from those Mainland bastards," the boy replied.
Yes, he had, but Ryuhou had also stalled in his advance to attack, something Kazuma missed. Kanami moved aside the green hair, placing the palm of her hand to her friend's forehead. She smiled and straightened up. Ryuhou's eyes slid open as the touch disappeared and he stared at the blurry image of the young girl before shifting his weight to inform Kazuma of his awakening.
The brown-haired girl at the table stood and pointed to the room nearest them, wall shelves visible through the slightly ajar door and lined with different medicines. "Get him to the bed," Cammie suggested, rushing ahead to hold the door open.
"Demo..." Kanami pouted then smiled when no one acknowledged her, following the older citizens with a bounce in her step, sweatdropping slightly as Ryuhou managed a groan after he was dropped unceremoniously onto the bed. "Ryuhou-san," she called out, leaning over him. "Ryuhou-san, does your head hurt?"
The man nodded slowly.
"And your throat?"
Another nod.
"I see," the girl murmured, crossing her arms with a firm nod.
Kazuma snorted then grabbed her shoulders firmly but gently, yelling, "Nani?! What do you 'see'?"
"Ryuhou-san simply has a cold." Kanami added a bright smile and soft giggle at the end of her statement.
The Shell Bullet's mouth fell open as his hands dropped away and dangled lifelessly. "A cold�?" he sputtered. "You caught a cold? You stupid bastard!" Kanami and Cammie used all their strength to keep the raging male away from the other, while Ryuhou, ignoring the noise, rolled over onto his side, coughing.
"Where's Tachibana?" Kazuma finally muttered, glaring at his lover's back.
"He went out with Mimori on a routine run," Cammie informed them with a smile. "They should be back by the end of the week."
"Tch." He crossed his arms then placed a foot on the bed, prodding his partner. "Oi. Think you can survive until then... ya big baby?"
"...Urusai," Ryuhou hissed in a hoarse voice. The bed ridden male found it tiresome to simply keep his eyes open so he made no motion to kick Kazuma's foot from the bed and could not watch him fall with smug satisfaction. He groaned and let his eyelids slide shut.
"Kazu-kun!"
"Kanami. What'd I say about that name?"
The girl ignored her brother-figure and clasped her hands together dramatically. "Don't you see?" she sighed. "Cammie and I are going to be at the school, filling in for Mimori, leaving you with Ryuhou-san."
"You get to take care of him," Cammie laughed at the young man's confused expression, crossing her arms.
Again--an amusing sight--Kazuma was struck speechless.
"We'll leave you everything you need and instructions," she added, moving to one of the shelves. She sifted through different jars and bottles and pulled forward some pills. "This'll be for easing the headache. Ryuhou needs to take two."
Kazuma snatched the bottle, rattling it angrily, and jumped on the bed, turning the startled Ryuhou onto his back. Blank crimson eyes searched the younger man's face to find an answer for the erratic behavior, then he remembered he was dealing with Kazuma; nothing was thought out, everything spontaneous.
It was when he felt his mouth open and Kazuma's fingers down his throat did Ryuhou find strength to fight back. He swallowed the first pill while making a fist, burying it sharply in the other's ribs. "Kisama! What do you think� you're doi�n..."
Kazuma ignored the possibility of having a broken rib cage as he caught his collapsing partner, wrapping his left arm around him. "Ryuhou!" he yelled almost frantically.
Ryuhou clutched at Kazuma's shoulder, breathing with difficulty, a sharp pain in his chest with each air intake. He felt his world slipping out from under him and reached towards the voices yelling his name. Suddenly, everything went pitch black and silent.
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Kazuma knelt on the bed, watching Ryuhou sleep with slightly labored breathing. He'd been by his side ever since he passed out, staying until the sun rose to announce day once again; unmoving; ever watchful. The corner of his mouth turned down in a scowl and he pressed a hand into the bed. Ryuhou coughed in his sleep, then winced, bringing his hand to his chest.
Cammie had left instructions as she said she would moments after Kazuma had woken up from his nap, explaining that it's usual different for most people when they get colds. In Ryuhou's case, because of his Alter ability causing him to be so�twisted inside--"twisted" was the only word that had come to the young girl's mind--the virus might be attacking the weaker areas of his immune system.
Kazuma snorted and sat back, crossing his legs and pressing his hand against them. Ryuhou had already been given medication earlier, but the Shell Bullet was warned to be conscious of any sudden changes in behavior. 'Ryuhou...'
Ryuhou sniffled and sat up slowly, mechanically, eyes remaining close, and leaned forward, parting his lips.
"He might also have to vomit," Cammie's voice echoed.
An amber eye widened and Kazuma rushed to push the other in the direction of the floor, freezing at the chunks that spewed across his arm. He screamed, holding the appendage away from his body. Ryuhou's eyes slid open and took in the blurry image of his flailing lover. "Ka...zu..." He coughed, swallowing, and made a face.
Kazuma grabbed a clean corner of the sheets, unable to scrub at his arm to get it clean enough. "Nasty, son of a bitch... you could've kept it in..."
Ryuhou mustered enough strength to smirk, realizing what went down--or literally, came up--then glanced at the sheets, making a face. "Kazuma..." he rasped. "Shower..."
"Yes! I need a shower."
The older man grabbed Kazuma's ankle as he tried to sprint, Kazuma narrowly missing one of the knobs on the footboard at the corner edge of the bed. "I meant... me," he hissed.
"...Oh." Kazuma grinned. "Right." He turned over onto his back and sat up as the hold on his ankle was released. Mindful of the messed sheets, he helped Ryuhou to his feet and the shuffled carefully from the bedroom and down the hall to the bathroom.
The long-haired young man managed to support himself against the hard wall as Kazuma turned on the shower and checked the temperature. He opened his eyes partially as a weight settled on his arm and allowed himself to be led under the spray, shuddering at its frigorific feel.
Kazuma followed shortly after making sure the other had adjusted to the cold and wrapped his arms around the heated, but chilled body, kissing his lover's neck. "I don't see how the hell you caught a cold. No one else except me can catch."
Ryuhou shrugged faintly, body beginning to shiver. Kazuma freed his left hand from the other's and rubbed the green-haired Alter user's arm, then abdomen before moving lower. "Kazuma," the older man started warningly.
"Eh?"
"Not like this."
"Ryuhou, being modest?" the Shell Bullet snorted. "The same Ryuhou who wanted a quickie in the back of the first car Tachibana gave us--minutes before an attack?"
"That was... different." Crimson orbs closed and Ryuhou pressed his forehead to the cool tile with a sigh, a faint smile tugging at his lips. He had been a little... needy that particular time.
"Do you consent?" Kazuma asked with a grin.
"Has that ever stopped you?" the other man scoffed, blowing his wet hair from his mouth.
"No, but you can get pretty violent before giving in."
Ryuhou shook his head faintly, trying not to dizzy himself, and shifted his hips. He had not the strength to resist and deriving some form of pleasure in his weakened state would do him good before he became bed-ridden again. "I consent," he mumbled.
The Shell Bullet nipped at the wet flesh of his lover's neck and grasped the slick member in his hand. He drank in the soft gasps and moans from Ryuhou as he slowly stroked him. Lowering his other hand, causing the older man to balance himself against the wall, he grasped Ryuhou's scrotum and tugged on it gently.
The larger frame shuddered and Ryuhou pressed his face into the cold tile. "Kazuma� please."
"No foreplay is what you're saying?" the brunet whispered, releasing the man's genitals. Kazuma sighed, grinning, and nudged Ryuhou's legs apart. "If that's what you want�" He spread his lover's cheeks and positioned himself at his entrance. His fingers caressed the back of Ryuhou's hand and he grasped his fingers tightly before pushing into him.
The older man gasped softly at the slight pain caused by the intrusion but continued pushing his hips back. Ryuhou had never felt so helpless and dependent on anyone in all his life but because it was Kazuma, he'd let the feeling slide. He turned his hand over, interlocking his and the brunet's fingers and relaxed the muscles of his body.
Kazuma kept his thrusts at a gradual pace, not wanting to work the older man into too much of a frenzy and agitate his ailment even more. He slid his free hand down Ryuhou's left thigh and lifted the leg, its knee bent over his arm. A small smirk tugged at his lips at the moans elicited from the other and commended himself on his choice of position. "Ryuhou," he grunted, squeezing tighter at the fingers he held.
Ryuhou curled his fingers against the cold tile and tilted his head back, the tepid spray falling over his face. He wanted to deliver as much pleasure to Kazuma as he was receiving, but in his weakened state, he probably wouldn't have lasted too long. Kazuma's teeth grazed along his neck and he tilted his head to give the younger man better access to his heated skin. He removed one hand from the wall and took hold of his neglected cock to finish what the younger man had started.
Kazuma used the rocking of Ryuhou's hips to his advantage and he grinned as he hit that special spot causing a strangled cry to escape his lover. "Only I can make you feel good, can't I?" he hissed, wrapping both their arms around Ryuhou's waist. "Scream for me, Ryuhou." His thrusts became more primal and he could feel the muscles tighten around his hard sex as Ryuhou came close to that proverbial edge. He gave him the push he needed.
The crimson orbs became hidden as the long-haired man squeezed his eyes shut. He pumped his fist in time with the deep thrusts that continued assaulting his pleasure center and a ragged yell was torn from his parted lips as he came. Kazuma released a series of grunts and moans as he fought against the tight heat squeezing him. He held out for a few more thrusts then collapsed with Ryuhou against the shower wall as he emptied his seed into him. Together they sank to the shower floor, panting heavily. The Shell Bullet reached up to the knob and turned it, stopping the spray.
"Ryuhou�? Ryuhou?" Kazuma turned the man around and sighed deeply. This was a first. He slid out then dressed away, standing. Hooking his hands underneath Ryuhou, he lifted the unconscious Alter user. 'He's going to make it up to me� big time.' He continued scowling as he walked down the hall, carrying the naked and soaked man back to the bedroom they had been assigned. He still couldn't believe the other had fainted right after they both climaxed.
The auburn-haired Alter grunted as he deposited the shivering body onto the bed, and took the towel from his shoulder to dry it. He muttered aloud angrily and tucked the covers tightly around Ryuhou once finished. Cammie had informed him that the body's temperature would fluctuate and he should be mindful of when that happens. "Keep the body warm when cold," he mimicked, shoving a pillow under the other's head.
Ryuhou's brow creased and his eyes slowly fluttered open in a half-lidded state. He focused his drowsy gaze on Kazuma then closed his eyes once more with a sigh. The Shell Bullet snorted and found some clean clothes laid out for them in a nearby chair. He pulled them on and was tugging the plain black shirt down over his head as he ventured out into the house to find a food source.
Making a beeline for the kitchen, Kazuma made a face as he rummaged through Tachibana's fridge. The entire bottom shelf was filled with watermelon. 'Urizane must have been feeling generous.' He grabbed a slice, stuffing it into his mouth, and continued looking. The next shelf up contained "healthy" items; the top shelf held the liquids but behind the milk, the young man spotted chicken that would hold him for a few hours at the most. He grabbed the milk also and closed the fridge door with his heel, spitting the watermelon rind and its seeds into the sink.
TBC�
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