Transaction

Disclaimer: NOT DOING THIS EVERY CHAPTER! Ah!

Author’s Notes: Alrighty then. So I’m here in the Fairfield in, in town. We’re driving out tomorrow and trying to make it somewhere in Texas by tomorrow. I think it’s supposed to be San Antonio. I’m not sure. As long as I stay with Marriott hotels, I get free wireless, but as long as we’re not in an Econo Lodge again, I’m happy. So enjoy this chapter!

Oh, this chapter is just funny in that ‘oops’ kinda way. Thing about Kel and I, is that while we enjoy our overdoses of angst and smutty smut smut, you can’t kill our sense of humor! We love torturing our characters in the worst way, situation wise.

You’ll love it.
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Transaction

Chapter Twenty-One
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Getting caught was the last thing on Kenji's mind. He couldn't think of anything but Haido, and as that hand continued upward, thought was becoming an increasingly rare occasion.

His breath caught in his throat as Haido started to push him down, and he went without protest. He straightened out his legs as he went, unconsciously parting them so Haido could settle comfortably between them. And while the action itself was unconscious, the feeling it pulled out was not.

Because, dammit, it felt good. Everything about Haido felt good.

Finally, Kenji had to break the kiss to gasp for breath, and he buried his face in Haido's neck as he panted. Within seconds, he was pressing half aware kisses to the smooth skin, his hands fumbling with the bottom of the t-shirt that kept Haido's skin from his touch.

Haido groaned, their bodies rubbing together in each little way as Kenji laid down, as he shifted to make them comfortable. He was glad and saddened that the kiss had to end. Glad because it left his mouth free now, bad because... well, he really enjoyed the kiss.

His heated body slowly became aware of the fluttering kisses along his neck. Haido made a soft noise in the back of his throat, head tilting upwards to allow more room. His hand let go of the red hair, fingers throbbing in pain he was barely aware of. They felt stiff though, hard to move, but he didn't care. His other hand was starting to push up Kenji's shirt when he felt a slight chill along his back.

His shirt was coming up.

But Tohma was striding down that very hallway, Taki behind him. They were each taking one side of the hallway, checking into studios, even ones being used, bathrooms, break rooms, broom closets. If Keiko wanted him found, Tohma was sure to do just that.
He glanced as he passed a darkened studio, then stopped and backtracked. Two figures. Moving. There was a dim amount of light and he cause sight of the obnoxious red hair. Which meant that Haido was the one in there with him.

"Taki!" Tohma said, though he had lowered his voice. "Taki, over here!"

Taki crossed the hall, frowning as he came to a stop behind Tohma. "What?" His brow furrowed as he caught sight of red, and he pushed himself up onto his toes to see a little better. His chest brushed Tohma's back, but he didn't notice.

"I didn't think he was flipping out enough to be restrained..." He sounded shocked, and a little impressed. He hadn't known Kenji had it in him.

Tohma's face faltered for a moment, glad he wasn't facing Taki. He felt the other man brush up against him, very close. Actually, Tohma didn't even have room to back up if he wanted to. He didn't, but that wasn't the point.

...

And he only didn't want to back up because they had to go in the studio! But Taki thought Kenji had to be restrained? And by Haido of all people? The blond looked hard and saw the way their shadowed heads moved.

Not... restrained. Then again... it was a little dark, and hands were moving and pulling... he thought.

He cleared his throat. "In on three?"

"On three." Taki nodded, settling back down onto his feet. It put too much strain on his muscles to stay up like that for long, and he could see over Tohma's shoulder perfectly fine.

He just hated that inch. Hated it.

"One..." He seemed to become aware of how close they were together, but he couldn't pull back without it looking worse then it had to already. "Two." He could feel his breath stirring Tohma's hair. It tickled his cheek, the blond strands light and barely touching. "Three."

His heart was beating too fast to simply be from finding Kenji and Haido. He didn't want to think about why.

Tohma stiffened slightly when Taki spoke. His breath was ghosting over his skin, it made him want to shiver, but he held it back, unable to show something like that. Whatever 'that' was exactly.

With Taki so close behind him, the blond nearly missed the count. One gloved hand was wrapped around the door handle and his fingers tightened, but it wasn't in anticipation. There was something else putting him on edge and making him nervous. He didn't want to think on what it was.

"Three," he breathed, repeating after Taki and opened the door.
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Author’s Notes: I find this so funny, I’m giggling as I type! It could be the no sleeping thing I did… Any-hoo! Eh-heh…

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