One In A Million

Just a little note about this fic, it will end up being AyumuEyes eventually. I only asked that question last chappy...well, you'll see why soon enough.

CeTe: Aw, you're just being nice...thanks, though! Heh, well if Eyes wasn't the ice prince we all know and love, it just wouldn't be right. Question: if Eyes is only the prince, then who's the king? Hmmm...Anyway, yep, everything will work out eventually. Thanks for reviewing!

idk: Thanks, glad you like it! Don't worry, it'll be AyumuEyes, I was just seeing if you all wanted a little EyesKanone in here. Since no one said anything, though, I'll just go ahead and completely exclude that pair. Thanks for reviewing!
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Ayumu moaned softly as Eyes kissed and kicked his collarbone, nibbling gently on the soft flesh. The Blade Child's hand trailed down his tanned chest, the nimble fingers tracing every muscle of his chest and stomach. Ayumu pulled Eyes clsoer, silently begging the older one to give him that release he wanted...no needed so dearly. He whimpered as Eyes pulled away, smirking at him. Ayumu knew it was pathetic that he was this powerless under the other's touch, and that it was likely that Eyes was simply using him for his own selfish uses. Though, at this point in time, he could really care less. All those fantasies and daydreams of the pianist had built up until he couldn't take it any longer. Fortunately, it seemed Eyes was in the same position, though for someone completely different.

Still, as long as he got what he wanted, who cared if Eyes really cared for him, or if it would even be him he was thinking of while they were together. It's not like he needed all the extra attention and affection that came with an actual relationship. At least, that's what he was telling himself. Noticing that Eyes' touch had been gone for far too long, Ayumu looked over to see him grabbing a small bottle out of the nightstand next to the king size bed. Ayumu knew exactly what the bottle was for, and to tell the truth, he was just as nervous and scared as he was excited.

It was obvious by now that Eyes was going to be on top, and seeing as how he didn't really care for the younger Narumi, it wouldn't be likely that he would be very gentle. Seeing as how it was Ayumu's first time, that wouldn't be a good thing. Still, he would rather have Eyes like that than not at all. He couldn't stand not at all for any longer. So, Ayumu put on a brave face as his soon to be lover crawled over the pillows and blankets back to him.

Ayumu gasped as the touching resumed, but this time a lot lower. Eyes expertly undid his pants and slid them down. He didn't have any boxers on, so that was no problem, and it left Ayumu very exposed, and very confsued, 'I was almost certain I put boxers on this morning.' he thought. Of course thinking didn't last long as Eyes traced his inner thigh with his finger tips, ghosting the delicate digits along the soft, untouched skin. Ayumu moaned as the need for release chased all worry and hesitation out of his mind.

Eyes smirked at him once again, relishing how just a simple touch sent the boy into a moaning, quivering mess. Of course, he didn't really feel that turned on by seeing Little Narumi (who was appearing to live up to the nickname in more way than one) sprawled out beneath him, but it would do in a pinch, which was what he was in. He only tried to imagine that it was Kanone under him, and slowly slid his hand to wrap it around Ayumu's shaft. Ayumu gasped as he found Eyes' fingers were a lot colder than they had first felt on his chest and thigh. He quickly adjusted, though, as the heat from his throbbing organ transferred to Eyes' hand.

Eyes squeezed slightly, and Ayumu moaned as the added pressure excited him even more, if that were possible. Eyes leaned down to kiss him once more, before trailing a finger down to Ayumu's entrance. He only gave Ayumu one warning graze before he plunged into the boy's tight hole. Ayumu clenched his muscles around the finger as the unfamiliar intrusion prodded its way deeper into him. Upon Eyes' request, Ayumu relaxed his muscles, allowing the finger to slide in the rest of the way much easier.

Eyes waited only a second before trailing his second finger to the same spot. Ayumu hesitated slightly, but soon agreed readily as Eyes used his other hand to stroke his cock. The added pain of the second finger entering him only seemed to add to the pleasure of the gentle rubbing that Eyes was administering. As the mix of contradictory sensations built up, Ayumu moaned even louder as his breathing became short and breathy. Eyes started pumping his rock-hard member faster, as his third and final finger poked into Ayumu's still tight hole. He moved the three digits around until he found the spot in Ayumu that made the younger one throw his head back and scream as waves of blinding white pleasure coursed through him.

Ayumu felt Eyes' soft hair brush against his sweaty forehead as the silver-haired boy leaned down to kiss him. He felt Eyes' fingers shove into him and hit his prostate once more, and he felt his release coming closer and closer, "Eyes..." Ayumu managed to pant out, "Eyes...I'm...I..." he moaned as he felt his climax coming. He was so close, only one more jerk on his member or one more time of Eyes pushing his finger deep inside him to hit his sweet spot, and he would spill over into a land of complete pleasure and satisfaction. So close...

End dream (Hehehe, I know that was dirty, but I couldn't help myself.)


Ayumu woke up, panting, his brown eyes darting around his room as he tried to remember exactly where he was. Finally realizing that he wasn't with Eyes in any way, shape, or form, he sighed and flopped his head back onto his pillow, 'Those dreams are getting way too real.' Ayumu thought, glancing down to see the product of his current...dream. Sighing, Ayumu tried to simply calm himself down enough, but his boner seemed to want acutal contact this time, 'Way too real.' he added in his head, and got up with some difficult. Maybe a cold shower would help.


Eyes was sitting in his penthouse, staring at the letter in his hand. He had initially gone downstairs last night to check his mailbox when he saw Ayumu. After that ordeal, he had forgotten all about the letters and sorting through them. He knew it was a foolish thing to do, to check his mail every single day, sorting through all the hundreds of fan letters for that one that was never in there. Of course, it was the only one he truly wanted. As much as he told himself that it would never happen, Eyes still held onto the hope somewhere deep inside that he would send him a letter one day. Eyes wanted desperately to believe that Kanone would contact him again.

He had given up almost all hope, until he saw that envelope among the masses of fanmail. It stood out in more ways then one. First of all, it was a simple and plain, yet still formal envelope. Simple white, yet it meant more than all the pretty, bright (annoyingly bright, to be honest), colors that the fangrils sent their love letters in. Other than that, it carried the scent that Eyes could only identify Kanone with. He never knew what that smell was that attracted him so, but it was very distinct among the other, girlier scents. Digging the letter out, interested blue eyes immediately scanned for a return adress. Of course, there had been none, but Eyes was far from deterred. If Kanone was contacing him, perhaps that meant he was close by.

He had been staring at the envelope for almost an hour by now, almost afraid to open it and see what its contents held. Unconsciously holding his breath, Eyes gently tore the envelope away, and unfolded the single piece of paper enclosed. As he did, a petal from a purple iris fell from it. Eyes picked it up, stared at it for a second, wondering what it could possibly signify, other than the obvious, and turned his attention to the letter.


Dearest Eyes,

I hope you're not too upset with me for staying out of touch for so long, but I wanted to let everything blow over before I attempted anything. With that said, I suppose I must first ask for your forgiveness. I hope you understand why I took such drastic measures to make you see the truth. In turn, however, it seems my eyes were opened to the light as well. I truly never thought that fool, Ayumu would be able to defeat me so easily, and I must admit it's a tad embarrassing to lose to such a boy. Still, I see now that perhaps you weren't so wrong when you told me all those times that we simply needed to believe. I think I am finally starting to understand what Kiyotaka meant by the happiness of those who believe.

Still, knowing all of this, something keeps me from being truly happy. Even though we are free from the grasp of the Hunters, there's still something on my mind that tells me I'm not finished with the Blade Children. However, I don't feel this way when I think of Rio or the others. No, I only feel the need to accomplish something else when I think of you. At first, I simply thought that maybe I wanted to see how you were, and to check up on you. Now that I've done that, though, I still feel the need to do something. I suppose this all sounds a little ridiculous to you, but perhaps you feel the same way. Tell me, Eyes, do you still feel that you have unfinished business with me?

Perhaps it's just my wild imagination, you know how I can get so carried away when I have too much time on my hands. Unfortunately, it seems that time is all I have now. It is quite lonely here without anything to do or anyone to see. Everyone I've met thus far on my travels lacks the necessary intelligence to have an actual conversation with, only to rant back and forth with in meaningless banter. While that can be fun at times, this urge to see you has prevented me from doing much.

I suppose that's my entire purpose for writing you this letter. I would like to see you again, Eyes, sometime soon, I hope. I'm currently traveling right now, and will be unavailable for a while. I promise, though, I will contact you again at a later date when I'm closer to home. I hope you are well, and sincerely look foward to seeing you again.

My best wishes,

Kanone Hilbert

The silver-haired boy's blue eyes scanned over the letter once again, making sure he hadn't read wrong. He hadn't; Kanone wanted to see him. An immense feeling of relief washed over him, and he didn't know how long he could wait to see his childhood friend again. Even though he knew he should do something more productive than simply reading over the letter in his hands a million times, he couldn't tear himself away from the piece of paper. So, he remained there, in his apartment...alone.


In his own place, Ayumu was seriously wishing that Madoka would get back from her vacation right about now. He knew, though, that she would be gone at least another week, and there was no way he could tell her to come back simply because he was lonely and couldn't get his mind off of Eyes. In fact, if he told her that, she would only be there asking him questions that he didn't want to answer. He wanted her there to take his mind off of the pianist, but everyone he knew would only ask him questions that wuld bring his attention right back to the boy. He was simply too tired, or maybe just too lazy, to do anything except sit there. So, he sat there, mulling over things that could never happen, alone.
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Aw, how sad, they're all alone. What could possibly bring them together? Hmm, and I doubt that Kanone entering the scene helped any because any unconscious thoughts that Eyes might have been having about Ayumu would have vanished as soon as he read that letter, right? How much easier would it have been if Kanone had just told Eyes he didn't want to see him again? Then he could run right into Ayumu's arms...not! Like that would ever happen...not under my watch! Nope, these boys are going to suffer for their love! I get way too much enjoyment out of this...