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A/N: Thanks to bead_artist for the beta and suggestions! Here comes the
chapter!

The Bachelor Party

�Eiji is so nice, Tezuka. He�s kind of childish sometime but I know you�ll
like him. He�s so adorable. You should hang out with him sometimes.�

What had he done to deserve hearing the ranting of a
lovesick so early in the morning? Sometimes Tezuka
wanted to scream to the heaven and asked about the injustice in his life.
First, he was engaged to a woman nine years older than him, and then he was
engaged to said woman�s brother and not too mention their families were all too
supportive about it (Tezuka cursed whoever put a pack
of condom in his bedside drawer) and lastly his best friend fell in love with a
bundle of childish energy (no, Tezuka didn�t think Eiji was cute� not at all..) and neglect his role as Tezuka�s unofficial shrink. He must�ve done something really,
really bad in his previous life.

�� ne,
Tezuka, are you listening?�

Tezuka sighed and rubbed his
temple. Damn Oishi and his lovesickness. �I�m sorry.
No.�

This time it�s Oishi who
sighed. Tezuka wanted to point out that Oishi wasn�t the one suffering from information overload of
his love interest here but a knock on the door distracted him. Glad to be
rescued from the flood of information about Eiji, Tezuka went to open the door.

The first thing he saw was a brilliant, almost radiant smile
and then a tennis racquet. But the first thing he heard was an excited cry of �Oishi!�. Tezuka
blinked owlishly at his guests.

�Good morning, Tezuka. Have
you had breakfast?� Fuji
greeted him cheerfully as if he didn�t have a redhead trying to walk through
him to get to Oishi.

�Good morning. Yes, I have.�

�Then what do you think about a game of tennis?�

Tezuka briefly recalled
agreeing to play Fuji
yesterday so he nodded. �All right.�

Fuji
smiled and peered over his shoulder. �What about you Oishi-san?
Would you like to join us, too?�

Oishi stammered, his good
manner undoubtedly told him not to disturb Tezuka and
Fuji�s �quality
time�. But a good sense as a best friend (and mother hen) told him that Tezuka would do something drastic (like murdering his pet
goldfish) if he were to be left alone with Fuji in what seemed to be a date. Eiji made the decision for him, though. �C�mon,
Oishi!�

�Well, if it doesn�t bother you too much��

�Of course not. Let�s go.� Fuji answered.

The tennis courts were fortunately unoccupied. Tezuka and Fuji
played on the left most court while Eiji and Oishi played on the rightmost. Eiji
had offerd to play double match but Tezuka rejected. He had played tennis long enough to know
that he isn�t a good doubles partner. His playing style was far too individualistic.

�Yoroshiku,
ne?� Fuji
said when they shook hands before playing.

�Which?� Tezuka asked, ready
to decide who will serve first.

�Rough.�

There�s something about the way Fuji said the word that made Tezka�s stomach squirmed. He wondered if Fuji was teasing him, but his attention was
fixed on the racquet so Tezuka couldn�t decide. He
twisted the racquet and showed Fuji
the result.

�Rough.�

�I�ll serve then.� Fuji said with a smile.

Tezuka had intended to go
easy on Fuji.
He was confident that without his secret techniquesmoves
he would be able to beat Fuji
just as easily. He was just going to win the first game set when Fuji did the unexpected. Tezuka narrowed his eyes as the ball that Fuji served disappeared. He stopped and
suddenly heard a thumping from his left where the ball hit the court. Fuji was smiling
innocently when he looked at him. But when Fuji made to serve again, Tezuka
saw the look of concentration upon his face and his breath caught. Before he
knew it, Fuji
stole the first game set from him.

It was the toughest game Tezuka
ever played. Soon he was forced to use a move move he
hadn�t used for years after Fuji
did a beautiful technique to counter him. The match lasted longer than any
other matches he had ever played. Fuji
was testing him to his limit. His heart was racing in his chest as he ran to
chase the ball Fuji
sent to him but somewhere in the back of his mind a small voice told him that
the difficult match wasn�t the only reason why his heart was beating so
quickly. Fuji�s
eyes were open as he hit the ball back to Tezuka, the blue orbs barely flickered to Tezuka
as they watched the direction of the ball. Tezuka
suddenly felt a twinge of jealousy toward the yellow ball but quenched it down
as he executed his hidden technique once more. The ball dropped just over the
net and suddenly skidded back under the net to his side of the court. He had
earned another point.

As they changed courts, Tezuka
noticed that Eiji and Oishi
had finished their match and were watching them. Inui stood behind the chain
link fence and took some notes as he watched their match. Tezuka
ignored them and focused on the game once more.

Tezuka was just about to
serve the ball that would determine the result of their game when a drop of
water fell on his cheek. He looked up to see that the sky had darkened above
them. He had been so engrossed in the match that he didn�t notice the change of
weather.

�We must stop.� Tezuka
shouted to Fuji.
What he saw on the other side of the court, though, made struck
him speechless.

Fuji
was standing still on his side of the court, his body tensed, ready to return
the ball. His chest was heaving and his eyes were open to look at him with such
intensity that almost scared Tezuka. But Tezuka wasn�t scared. If anything, he was entranced. Fuji that he knew was
always smiling, always in control over his emotion. This was the first time he
saw him loose his cool. He looked so passionate, so wild, so
sexy.

The rain poured harder over them. Oishi
and Eiji ran for cover, calling them to join them,
but Tezuka paid them no heed. His entire attention
was focused on the person on the court across from him. Fuji stood still, his closed eyes turned
toward the stormy sky. Tezuka stayed silent, watching
him, waiting for him. When Fuji
looked at him, his eyes were hidden and his smile returned again.

�Let�s go inside.� He shouted over the heavy pouring of
rain.

Tezuka nodded, stifling the
sudden sense of disappointment. Together, they ran inside where Taka-san had
already waited with towels in hand. They took the towels with gratitude and
after drying themselves, went to the seats Taka-san got for them. For a while
they simply sat in silence, drinking the hot cocoa the young butler provided.

�It was a nice game.� Fuji commented lightly, sipping his warm
drink.

Tezuka narrowed is eyes at Fuji. It wasn�t just
nice. It was the best game he had ever had.

�You are a very skilled player. What are those
techniques? I�ve never seen anything like it before.�

�They�re the techniques I made a long time ago.� Tezuka explained, not taking his sharp gaze off Fuji. The latter didn�t
seem to mind though and only smiled at him calmly. �You�re a very skilled
player yourself.�

�Hmm?� Fuji replied absentmindedly. �Thank you. I�m
nothing like you, though. I�m just a regular player.�

Tezuka didn�t believe him at
all. Fuji was
one of the best players he had ever played against. The level of their skills
was almost equal, and Tezuka had played since grade
school. He wondered who would have won the match had the rain not fallen.

�Do you like tennis, Tezuka?�
Fuji asked.
�That look on your face when we were playing� you seemed to enjoy it so much.�

�Do you like
tennis?� Tezuka asked back, not denying Fuji�s .

�It�s fun. I play it occasionally.� Fuji answered with a smile and sipped his
drink.

Tezuka knew he wasn�t lying
and wondered how good Fuji
could be if he truly dedicated himself to the sport. As a tennis player Tezuka thought that it was such a pity to waste what was
clearly a great talent. But Fuji was Fuji and from what Tezuka had
heard, it was nearly impossible to make Fuji
commit to something.

�Anyway, I think we should change. We�ll catch a cold
at this rate.�

Realizing that they were still in their wet clothing, Tezuka nodded. Together they walked to their rooms. Oishi and Eiji had gone to their
rooms before them so they walked along together in
complete silence. It wasn�t exactly a calming silence though. Tezuka had a feeling that the reason Fuji said nothing was because he had
something on his mind. Understanding an eccentric mind wasn�t easy. Tezuka wondered why suddenly felt like it should be one of
his life goals.

�Have you ever been to bachelor party, Tezuka?� Fuji
suddenly asked, breaking the silence.

Tezuka frowned, remembering
the kind of parties he�d watched on movies. Wasn't it when the groom had a
party involving alcohol and �the night before the wedding?
�No.� he said with a finality that said that he had never and would never go to
such thing.

Fuji
ignored this though. �I want to throw a bachelor party for Shouri.
Would you like to join us?�

�No.�

�Maa, there won�t be any
strippers, Tezuka. We�re practically going to do it
around our parents, remember? Plus I don�t think we can get any strippers in
the middle of the ocean unless we get lucky and find a mermaid to strip for us
though I doubt that would ever happen.� Fuji
joked. �There�ll be some drink though. Interested?�

�No.� Tezuka repeated for the
third time. He sped up, wanting to escape this uncomfortable conversation as
soon as possible. With the way Fuji
was speaking, it seemed like he would not take no for an answer. Just as Tezuka reached out for the knob of the door leading to his
room, Fuji
slipped between him and the door and smiled up at him mischievously.

�C�mon, Tezuka.
It�ll be fun. Accompany me at the very least.� Fuji purred. �Please?�

Tezuka froze as his groin
tightened. An image of Fuji
on his hands and knees, crawling towards him and purring out �please� came
unbidden to his mind. He took a cautious step back. What was wrong with him?

Not realizing the direction Tezuka�s
mind was turning, Fuji
continued to smile. He revealed his beautiful blue eyes as he stepped closer to
Tezuka. �Please?�

Fighting back a blush, Tezuka
cleared his throat and asked, �Where?�

Fuji
smile widened at the acquiescence. �Actually if you don�t mind, I want to do it
in your room.�

Tezuka scowled. �My room?�

�Shouri�s room is close to
our parents�. Eiji�s is close to the guests. My room
is unfitting for the occasion at the moment. I just received a delivery of art
supplies.� Fuji
smiled his best smile, a cross between a seductive, innocent and ~~mischievous~~wicked
smile. �There won�t be too many guests and I�ll take care of everything.
Please?�

Fuji�s
pleases seemed to have a strange effect on him. �Fine.�
Tezuka relented finally.

�Thank you.� Fuji
said happily. Tezuka mused how childish he could be
when he got what he wanted. �I�ll come to your room later to set up~~/decorate~~.�

Tezuka watched as Fuji went to his room.
The young man waved to him before closing the door to his room when he saw that
Tezuka was watching him. With a sigh, Tezuka entered his room. Fuji�s pleas still rang clear in his ears.

*

Fuji
and Taka-san came to Tezuka�s room later that
evening. Together they decorated his room, turning it from lovely and
understated to something akin to a bar. �Tezuka
just stood watching, refusing to take any part in preparing a party he was
forced to attend. Soon after they had finished the guests started to pour in
and the party began.

Most of the guests were Shouri�s
friends and relatives, but for some reason Eiji and Oishi were also present. Perhaps Fuji had invited them to calm down Tezuka if he blew up over seeing his room being demolished.
But if so, then they had failed their purpose completely because they only
spent no more than a minute with Tezuka before
disappearing into a distant corner. Fuji
himself chose to make himself invisible, silently watching the crowd'
especially Shouri. Thus proving that Fuji�s objective for throwing the party
wasn�t entirely for Shouri�s entertainment, but also
as a way to asses his soon-to-be brother in law. Tezuka
pondered about locking the door to the balcony to prevent Fuji from tossing the groom overboard should
he prove unsuitable for his sister. Tezuka
decided against it because he would like to have a place to escape to when the
party grew out of control as he suspected would soon happen once the men each
had several bottles of beer.

Tezuka couldn�t fathom how
many times Shouri�s brother�s (Yuuri.
Is that his name?) blond companion had steeped on his
foot that night. Tezuka thought they looked
suspicious with the way the blond kept glaring and pouting every time Yuuri as much as opened his mouth to speak with someone,
especially Fuji.
But Tezuka kept the thought to himself. He didn�t like meddling with people�s
business anyway.

Tezuka was rather surprised
when he saw Yuuta sneaking into the room. When Fuji spotted him and
happily welcomed him to the party he said that he merely came to make sure that
the party didn�t go out of hand. However he ended up sitting uncomfortably
still (as far away� as possible from Fuji
who kept hinting� for him to� pole dance in a negligee their sister
apparently bought for him in a moment of rage/madness/Medusa mode) all the
while watching over Shouri�s every move.

The party did get out of hand about two hours later. Shouri had loosened up and was lamenting his soon-to-end
bachelorhood and soon-to-begin fatherhood to some of his friends. The blond
took one too many sips of his beer and was currently strangling Yuuri while confessing his love for him. One of the guests
who turned out to be the blonde�s older brother (Tezuka
couldn�t see how they were related as they were so unlike each other) had the
presence of mind to stay sober and watch over everyone to make sure that no
harm was done. Yuuta was also drunk and was muttering
something about an unrequited love that Tezuka hope Fuji would never hear of.
Meanwhile, Oishi and Eiji
were still in their little love corner, totally oblivious to the world outside
of theirs. Tezuka was rather concerned that they
might start making out there in front of everyone though he doubted that anyone
would notice seeing as how most of the guests were already drunk.

Tezuka soon felt lost in his
own room. He looked around for the person responsible for this chaos and found
him in the balcony, looking up to the dark sky above. Tezuka
joined him as soon as one of the drunken guests suggested a karaoke contest.
The room was thankfully soundproof so that when he closed the glass door behind
him, only a fraction of the unrecognizable noise was heard.

He stared at Fuji�s
back for a while before walking to stand next to him. A glance told him that Fuji was holding a can of
beer while looking up to the sky above. Tezuka
directed his eyes to the silver sphere above as soon as his brain started to
notice the paleness of Fuji�s
skin under the silver moonlight and how delicate he looked right now.

�It�s a beautiful night, ne?�
Fuji said, his voice soft as usual.

�Aa.�

�Don�t you think it deserved to be immortalized in a
picture?�

�Aa.�
Tezuka paused. �Do you want to��

Fuji
tilted his head to one side. �No. Tonight I just want to enjoy the moment while
it lasts.�

Silence wrapped over them once again. Tezuka sipped his beer, enjoying the soothing sound of the
waves. Fuji was
completely still as wind caressed their bodies, teasing their hairs and
clothing to dance to the song of a silent night.

�What are they doing inside?�

Tezuka glanced behind him and
almost shuddered when he saw Yuuta screaming
something to the microphone while jumping up and down on the table. �They�re
doing karaoke.�

Fuji
smiled softly. �Sound like fun. Do you want to join them?�

�Do you?�

�No. I�m a horrible singer.� Fuji answered with a chuckle.

�So are they.�

Fuji�s
chuckle turned into a laugh, melodious as the wave of the ocean. �I didn�t know
you�re capable of that.�

�Of what?�

�Cynicism. You seemed to be a
kind and perfect young man.�

�So are you.�

Fuji
hummed and took a sip of his beer. �I won�t argue.�

�Never judge a book by its cover.�

�Looks are deceiving.�

Tezuka smiled lightly at that.
He raised his beer can for a toast with the wind. �I�ll drink to that.�

Fuji
agreed and together they drank their beer. �So much for seeing is believing.� He paused. �I�ll drink to that, too.�

Tezuka agreed and they drank
again. Fuji
offered him a new can of beer when he found out that Tezuka�s
was now empty. �Thank you.� Tezuka took the can an
opened it.

�Doesn�t that make you think of what could happen to us
someday?� Fuji
suddenly asked after several moments of comfortable silence.

The beer can paused in its way
to Tezuka�s lips. �Aa.� He said before gulping his beer.

�Do you think we�ll get married?�

Tezuka frowned lightly.
�We�ve discussed this.�

Fuji
smiled. �Then I�ll change my question. Do you want to marry me?�

�It�s convenient for��

�What do you think of me?� Fuji asked as he turned to face Tezuka.

Tezuka hesitated to answer
but slowly faced Fuji
to give his answer anyway. �You�re nice, kind, eccentric, unique, mysterious,
good-looking, handsome, beautiful.� The drink had
loosened his tongue but he was barely aware of it. The sight of Fuji looking so
vulnerable in the embrace of the night, yet so attentive to him drove all
rational thought out of his head. �Lovely, attractive.
Extremely so.�

�So�?� Fuji
asked so softly that Tezuka thought he had dreamt of
it.

�Hmm?�

�Extremely so�?�

Tezuka closed his eyes,
trying to recall what he had said. But the wind had carried them away and the
alcohol clouded his brain making it difficult for him to think of anything
beyond this moment. He opened his eyes to look straight into clear blue orbs
that expected an answer.

�Kind?� Fuji tried to help. �Eccentric? Mysterious? Beautiful? Attractive?�

Tezuka nodded. �All that.�

Fuji
seemed rather awed. �Thank you. But looks can be deceiving.�

�I know you.� Tezuka insisted
softly.

�Do you, I wonder?� Fuji replied with a bemused smile.

�Perhaps not as well as I thought, but I know what I
see.�

�And what do you see?�

Tezuka paused, thinking. The
alcohol impaired his ability to think clearly. He couldn�t think of a word to
describe what he had in mind. He closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind
slightly to grant Fuji
�an
answer before opening them again shortly. �You. I see
you, Fuji Shuusuke.�

The smile froze, the eyes turned glassy. Fuji looked away from him
and drank his beer to the last drop. Then he took a fresh can of beer.

�And what did you see in me?� Tezuka
suddenly found himself asking.

Fuji
paused and then smiled. �Not very different from what you said earlier.�

Perhaps the confession should�ve made him embarrassed
but Tezuka was strangely warmed by it. �Oh.�

They finished their drink in silence. Not a word passed
between them even as Fuji
took two cans of beer and offered one to Tezuka.

�We should go in. It�s getting cold out here.� Fuji said after they both
finished their drinks.

Tezuka nodded in agreement.
He turned and caught Fuji
just as the latter tripped on his own feet and almost fell to the floor. �How
many cans have you had?�

Fuji
giggled softly. �Fourish? What about you?�

Tezuka sighed and pulled Fuji up. Suddenly he
found their bodies pressed close to each other, the natural sweet scent of Fuji
and the sight of Fuji�s flushed face so close to his made him . He shook
himself out of his reverie when the glass door vibrated from the force of
someone�s voice. �The same as you. Let�s go inside.�

Seeing the two enter clinging to each other, Shouri took the initiative to stop the party. The drunken
guests left with some complaints but the sober ones kindly led them away. Eiji offered to help Fuji
return to his room but Fuji
refused, saying that he wanted to clean the room. Despite knowing that it
couldn�t be true because Fuji
could barely stand straight at that point, Eiji left
him anyway, tempted by the chance to spend the rest of the night with Oishi. Soon only Fuji
and Tezuka were left in the room.

�Thank you, Tezuka. I know
you don�t like parties but you allowed this anyway.� Fuji slurred as he sat on a couch to gain his
senses.

�I didn't really mind.�

Fuji
nodded. �I�ll ask Taka-san to clean this later.� Fuji stood up and immediately lost his
balance. Tezuka caught him for� the second time that night. But this
time, Tezuka pulled Fuji close to him and didn�t let go.

�I didn�t really like the party. But I like having you
with me.� It was an honest slip of tongue, but Tezuka
was beyond caring right now.

Fuji
froze for a second and then he smiled. �I�m glad.�

Fuji
lifted his face.

Tezuka lowered his.

Sweet, sweet electricity ran through their bodies the
moment their lips met. But there was nothing tender about the kiss at all. As
soon as the kiss began, it turned passionate. Their tongues tangled with each
other, branding each other�s mouth with indecipherable marks on the soft
pallets. Fuji
wrapped his arms around Tezuka�s neck as they
devoured each other�s mouths. Tezuka�s pulled Fuji closer by his hips and grinded his growing erection
on Fuji�s stomach as he slipped a leg between Fuji�s thighs. Fuji moaned lustfully as
he ground his trapped erection against Tezuka�s
powerful thigh. Drowning in a sea of scent and taste and feel of each other,
their need for air was forgotten and their lust burnt brighter.

Fuji
broke their kiss with a groan and started to trail kisses down Tezuka�s neck and chest. Then his mouth closed over a cloth
covered nub and he started to lick and sucked on it. Tezuka
moaned out loud and ran his hand down Fuji�s
back to knead a pert bottom. The sudden pressure caused Fuji to bite his nipple, sending a wave of
pleasure-pain running over Tezuka. Unable to control
himself anymore, Tezuka lifted Fuji into his arms and carried him over to
his bedroom. Fuji
assisted him by wrapping his legs around Tezuka�s
hips but the passionate �kiss
he once again shared with Tezuka did nothing to help Tezuka when he fumbled with the doorknob. At long last, the
door opened and the two tumbled inside.

The kiss was broken when Tezuka
pushed threw Fuji
onto the bed. Fuji
had no chance to complaints though, because soon Tezuka
was all over him again, digging his fingers in his hips as he ground their hips
together. They sought each other�s lips again and fed the burning fire within
them. Tezuka removed his hands to knead and squeezed Fuji�s ass as the latter
wrapped his legs around his waist. They rocked �their arousals ~~together~~
against each other faster now as their
end neared. But even through the alcohol clouding their brains they knew they
wanted more than this.

Tezuka pushed himself away
from Fuji with
a primal growl and hastily took off his clothing. He ripped Fuji�s shirt apart in his haste to undress
him. Lust and alcohol gave him no chance to appreciate the beauty presented
beneath him, the flushed skin, the unmarred body, the slender arousal begging
for his touch. He lowered himself again and kissed his fianc�e before moving
south. He nipped and bit the column of Fuji�s
neck, drawing ecstatic moans from the smaller man. Then he moved lower still to
lick and suck Fuji�s
nipples. As he pleasured one tight nub, his fingers twisted the other
~~nub~~, drawing a pleasure filled cry from Fuji.

Fuji
desperately pulled Tezuka�s head closer to his chest
as Tezuka bathed his nipples with his talented
tongue. Incoherent pleas fell from his lips to deaf ears. It felt like it took
forever before Tezuka bit his nipple one last time to
lick down his abdomen. Fuji�s
breath hitched when Tezuka slipped his tongue into
the tiny dip of his navel. It turned to mewls and moans as he felt Tezuka�s hot breath caressed his dripping arousal.

Tezuka eyed quivering arousal
before him hungrily. Copious amount of pre cum leaked and Tezuka
couldn�t help but lean forward to lick it clean. Beneath him Fuji arched his back as a long loud moan was
torn from his mouth. Tezuka smirked, the sweet taste
of Fuji forever
etched in his mind. He bit his inner thigh teasingly. Fuji gasped and moaned as Tezuka
touched everywhere around his arousal. His balls tightened almost painfully,
but he lacked the stimulation to come. His plea for more was ignored by Tezuka who found delight in feasting on his creamy skin.

Finally his wish was granted and Tezuka
paused long enough to wet his finger with his saliva. He reached under Fuji�s balls to find the
hidden entrance. The ring of muscle was quivering in anticipation when he found
it, so he didn�t hesitate to thrust a finger inside. Tezuka
moved just in time to capture the sweet cry that escaped Fuji�s mouth.

�Your finger�� Fuji
gasped.

Tezuka pressed his finger
deeper inside. �Like it?�

�Ah! Yes! �Yes!�

Tezuka smirked and started to
move his finger. Soon he added another digit. Fuji rocked back to meet his fingers,
creating a perfect picture of desire. Fuji
cried out when Tezuka added the third finger and
pressed them against the soft gland of his prostate. His hips bucked upward as
he cried out in pleasure.

�Now! Now, please!�

Hastily, Tezuka pulled out
his fingers. He used his pre cum as lube and crawled between Fuji�s legs. He guided himself to the waiting
entrance with one hand as the other one held Fuji�s hip in place. And he slowly thrust
into Fuji.

Soft gasps and moans accompanied him until he was fully
inside Fuji.
The hot tunnel of muscle surrounding him and contracting around him almost sent
him to the edge immediately. Tezuka took a deep
breath to vainly school his raging lust. He wanted this to last, he wanted
enjoy this a bit longer. He kissed and bit Fuji�s chest impatiently.

�Move� now.� Came a breathless
command.

Gladly, Tezuka obeyed. He set
a slow rhythm that couldn�t last long. The alcohol had clouded the initial pain
and amplified their need for completion. Tezuka pound
into Fuji hard and fast but he couldn�t seem to
appease Fuji
who kept asking for more� harder� faster� oh, more please�. He wrapped his legs
around Tezuka�s waist as a leverage to push into each
hard thrust.

�Touch me.� Fuji
gasped, digging his fingers into Tezuka�s shoulder.

Tezuka growled and reached
between their bodies. He stroked Fuji�s
cock quickly. He couldn�t last much longer and wanted to feel Fuji come while he was inside him. �Come.� He
ordered.

Fuji
arched his back and with a hoarse shout of Tezuka�s
name, came all over their abdomens and Tezuka�s hand.
Feeling the muscle around him tightening into a vice grip, Tezuka
bit Fuji�s shoulder hard as he came inside Fuji.

It took him a long moment to gather his senses. He
kissed Fuji slowly and tenderly as Fuji unconsciously milked
him off he last of his essence. Then with a soft grunt, he pulled out of his
fianc�e, laid next to him and gathered him into his
arms. They shared one last kiss before drifting to sleep� and into tomorrow.

^_~

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