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Author’s Notes: I’m sorry about lack of update. Kel’s been very busy with school (or so she says), so I didn’t get her A/Ns. I apologize. She’s usually very prompt, but I guess she’s pretty swamped right now.

Ah, also on the lack of update, I seem to be swarming in debt. It just keeps going. I hit a car (no one was hurt, no serious damage), but the damage to my car is about 560, and I don’t know about the other guy yet. But I dented his, so it’s going to be phenomenal. On top of that, I lost a lens to my glasses, so that’s a little more than 400 right there. I did find my old pair though, so that can actually wait for a bit.

Anyways, apologies all around! We’re skipping Kel’s notes, but when she gets to them, I’ll add them in.

Anon: Oh, we didn’t give Taki a micropenis. Don’t think that. That’s just inhumane. We’re just putting him at a level where… it’s cute. ^.^ It’s not so small. Not 2 inches. I don’t know if that’s even possible for an adult male. We’re giving him about 5, maybe 4 and something. Not sure. We don’t actually give measurements in out story, because it’s… kind of an unnecessary, y’know? I’ve seen people do that, but it’s not our thing. I’m glad you like the story though!

Zookeeper: I’m so glad you love the pairing. We do, too!

Silverone: As always, a pleasure to hear from you in our reviews. I’m glad we keep you on your toes, and you keep coming back to see what’s new.

Thanks to any other new reviewers I may have missed!

Enjoy.
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Chapter Thirty
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Kenji let out a long, slow breath as Haido's fingers slipped out. He'd tried hard to keep the wetness from his eyes. Still, the tears came, and made cool tracks from the corners of his eyes. He couldn't help it. He'd tried, but the stretching hurt more then he'd ever imagined.

Sure, he hadn't spent much time imagining, but...

Haido was being impossibly good. Kenji knew that this was uncomfortable for him. That was why he'd tried so hard to keep the tears at bay, but Haido hadn't stopped, not even when a sob caught in Kenji's throat and made him choke, but Haido just kept talking to him in that soft, soothing voice.

It was that voice that made him go through. As long as he was listening to that, he wasn't putting all of his concentration to the pain that had laced through his body.

Haido held back a sigh as he saw the tears slip down Kenji's face. He didn't want to see Kenji cry over this, which mean the pain must've been bad. He had wanted to stop time and time again, but he knew the other man wouldn't allow it. He wasn't sure which would hurt Kenji more: Stopping, or continuing.

"Kenji, I'm sorry," he said, frowning. "I promise it'll get better."

There wasn't much else he could do but keep talking and promising. He wondered why Kenji was so intent on going to far. He didn't have to, and this was a big deal. Haido didn't know why he wanted it to go this far.

He worried his lip between his teeth as he took up the black foil packet again, awkwardly squeezing it out on his left hand and carefully applying it to his arousal, unable to hold back the pleasure he took in his own hand. But he stopped when he had to, not wanting to leave Kenji waiting anymore than he had to.

Haido moved between Kenji's spread legs, positioning himself.

"I promise it'll be okay," he said softly. "I promise, just relax, alright? Relax..."

He kept saying the same things over and over as he pushed in, still not sure whether to go fast and get it over with, or ease in gently.

He'd promised, so it would. Kenji tried to take comfort in that. Haido wouldn't be doing this if it would hurt, so of course, it had to get better then this.

But that didn't stop the tear flow from increasing, the already stretched muscles not entirely comfortable as something thicker and much longer then Haido's thin fingers pushed inside. He tried to get himself to relax, taking deep breaths only to get them caught in his throat.

This wasn't relaxing, and it didn't feel good. No, but it would! It had to. Haido promised...

His hair was sticking to his forehead, red strands damp with sweat. His eyes were squeezed shut, brow furrowed, breathing ragged. He knew that when he woke up the next morning, his throat would be sore. It was always sore after he cried, but Haido had been making him do a lot more then just that.

He hastily wiped the goo from his hand on the leg of his pants, leaving a shiny smear across them. He couldn't stand it, and Kenji shouldn't've been crying at all. Haido pushed until his hips pressed up against Kenji's backside. He did his best not to move until after that, only leaning forward carefully to wipe away the tears from under the other man's eyes.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, voice tight. The pressure wrapped around him seemed intense. "I'm sorry, Kenji, I'm sorry..."

Haido didn't want this to be so bad for Kenji. He had hoped it would've gone so much better than all these tears, but he guessed it couldn't be helped. Not now at least. But he was going to hate himself to this tomorrow. Especially since he didn't know what would come tomorrow.

Would they still be here at all? Not in the physical sense, but... oh it was too hard to think about things like that right now. And Haido was afraid of being too emotional over nothing.

"No..." Kenji swallowed hard over the lump in his throat, trying once again to take deep breaths to make himself relax. His breathing wasn't evening out, but the tears at least had stopped.

He brought a hand up to hold onto the back of Haido's neck, pushing himself up enough to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. "Don't be sorry... I love you." The last words were soft, so quiet Kenji doubted himself for a moment.

Had he really said it, or was had he imagined it? If he'd said it, it certainly didn't feel like a lie, and he had no reason to doubt, but if he hadn't, this was going to take some serious thought later.

He didn't want to rush anything. Not when the pain in his body was just now receding to a dull throb.

Haido didn't know what to say. He was almost sure he had heard Kenji say 'I love you'. He was staring down at the other man, lips parted and eyes wide. How could he ever... did he mean... what was he thinking?!

They were right in the middle of sex, the first time for Kenji, the first time being with Kenji for Haido, and he came out and said that? Based on what?! He was starting to breathe heavily now, a mixture of rushing thoughts and the position he was in.

"Kenji," he panted, trying to keep still. "Don't say it. Don't say that..."

Haido was almost begging, a thin sheen of sweat covering his forehead. No, he couldn't deal with this, not now.

He had said it. The realization hit Kenji hard, and Haido's reaction made him nod weakly. His brow furrowed, and he bit his lip, lowering himself down. No, he wouldn't be saying it again. Not for a long, long time, if ever.

A shift in expression and all signs of his inner turmoil were gone. Kenji glanced up at Haido before purposefully shifting his hips, rocking them back, then up into the other man.

The movement hurt, made his stomach ache and his skin feel like it was going to tear, but it wasn't the overwhelming pain it was before. He could handle this, and he would, because more then anything, he desperately needed the distraction now.

Haido couldn't lie to anyone, let alone the person he was suddenly having sex with. He didn't want to just say it back. He didn't want thing to lead to places they may not belong. But finally he realized by denying Kenji's words so bluntly, he may have damaged more than possibilities of any kind.

Be he couldn't do a thing to fix it. Kenji moved against him and his arms trembled from holding his weight (mostly his left since his right was still in a good amount of pain) and he moaned, eyes shutting on their own. Thought was obliterated and he couldn't keep control of his own body anymore, starting to work his hips at an easy pace. The most he could do was keep from pounding into Kenji like he was nothing.

Forcing his eyes open, he tried to say something, anything, that he though would make things be alright. He had a feeling that nothing was going to be soon.
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Author’s Notes: Fairly short, I know. We’re doing cuts for this. I really wish there was some way to make it all one chapter, but there’s really no clean way to do it. Besides, installment sex is always fun! Here’s where Kel’s notes should be, but she busy. I’m sorry about that. I’ll edit them in if she ever gets around to it.

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