Want Me

Want Me
By: Lady Jade

Weiss Kreuz. I do not own it. Wish I did though, because the boys would be wearing a whole lot of nothing a whole lot more often. Please don’t sue me. I’m just borrowing. I promise to dust the boys off and put them back unharmed. *mostly*. That much aside, this is a Yaoi fan fiction. Don’t know what Yaoi is? Then SWEET JESUS, hit the back button NOW and find the nearest anime web site and look up the definition. Lol. Ok. Last warning. Boy’s having sex with boys. Don’t like, don’t read. This is a NC17 Fiction.

BAD EVIL 4 SOME WARNING!!!!!!

A/N: The Ken chapter. Uh Oh. Yeah, this is pure smut. I suck for writing this chapter. But it was fun to write.*sigh* I am NEVER writing a 4 some again….it was too exhausting :) Eeeek. This chapter was SUCH a challenge. Maybe I’ll write a side story to this one someday, but for now, I think I have about flogged the horse to death. I’m actually pretty pleased with my characterization in this chapter, it wasn’t easy. But enough BS and rambling. Let the travesty continue! :)
-Watari’s girl


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“Ken, we need to talk.” Aya stated calmly as the unsteady soccer player shuffled into the room.
Ken just nodded.

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“Guys, I uh…” Ken stood there, guilty longing, fear and pain in his eyes.
“Sit.” Aya commanded gently as he gestured toward the foot of the bed. Yohji curled his long legs up so that Ken could follow orders.
Omi took one look at the traumatized Ken, and struggled onto his elbows, then moving slowly, crawled to be beside the soccer player, his blue eyes wide with empathy.
Ken took one look at Omi and burst into tears.
“Ken Kun?” Omi whispered.
“It…and you…and I…don’t want me?! didn’t think about me? Didn’t….why! Ahh!”
Ken crumbled inwardly on himself, not certain what to think or say while knowing full well what he felt.
“Ken Kun?” Omi asked gently and then jumped as he felt Yohji’s shirt impact the side of his face. The blonde mouthed to him that he was bleeding. Omi looked down with a sigh, blood was painting the back of his legs, as well as Yohji and Aya’s seed. Poor Ken. No small wonder. Yohji sighed as Omi looked undecidedly at him. His expression clearly said ‘help’. Yohji sat up, and took a moment to clean himself up on the edge of the sheet before he slid over and sat behind Ken, holding his trembling clothed form to his naked one. Ken leaned back into the embrace, unresisting.
Aya sat up carefully, and then moved to Omi’s side, gently retrieving Yohji’s undershirt from Omi’s frozen and undecided clutches and used it to tenderly wipe the back of the smaller assassin’s legs. He then gently pulled Omi into a half embrace, long enough to whisper an apology and ask if he was well. Omi nodded and wincingly sat upright, letting Aya enclose him in his arms.
“But that was Yohji’s shirt!” Omi belatedly objected.
“It washes.” Aya stated flatly.
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“Ken.” Yohji whispered.
The soccer player turned to look up at Yohji, tears of abandonment, pain and worry trickling from the corners of his eyes. He gnawed at his lip, trying to stifle his un-recalcitrant tears.
“Ken.” Yohji soothed as he let a gentle hand run through that seal brown hair. It was so dark, it was almost black, but not quite, and it slid under his fingers like liquid silk.
“Why?! Am I not good enough?” Ken finally spit out.
Everyone froze.
“We didn’t think you would…return our feelings.” Omi stated quietly, hoping deep down that he had not overstepped his bounds. He looked insecurely up at Aya out of the corner of his eye, and got a reassuring nod in return. He relaxed back into those arms, and the hands that were stroking his stomach soothingly against the pain that was slowly growing in aching intensity.
“You…would honestly want me?” Ken asked quietly.
“Of course we do.” Yohji reassured, gently kissing Ken’s cheek comfortingly; “But if you want to do me a really big favor, which will make me love you even more, you could go get some Advil for Omi. I assure you, we weren’t rough with him, but he is…”
“I understand.” Ken stated gently, a sad but sympathetic smile on his face. “My first time, I bled for a week.”
With that, Ken disentangled himself from Yohji with a gentle wink, and tried to ignore the stunned looks on the faces of his teammates as he went in search of pain killer and the salve that he kept in the drawer of his nightstand.

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Ken returned with a glass of water and that same sad smile. He dropped a handful of pills into Omi’s cupped hand, handed over the water glass, and set a bottle of salve on the table.
“That will help with the pain.” He stated flatly as he turned to leave. Yohji would have none of that, and leaning over off the side of the bed, snatched his hand before he could go too far away.
“Ken. Please stay.” He pleaded, his gray eyes serious.
“Uhhh…I think you have all seen enough action for one night.”
“Hardly.” Yohji snorted as he and Aya shared a look of quiet amusement while Omi gulped the medicine.
“Ken, please sit and talk with us.” Aya stated calmly.
Ken looked for the second time that night, like a deer in the headlights.
“I.”
“Shhhh.” Yohji soothed the objection away, and let his fingers linger on Ken’s pouting lips a little longer than was necessary. Ken unintentionally leaned into that touch, his eyes closed in forlorn longing; unshed tears trembling under his dark lashes.
“I did not know you were so lonely Ken.” Yohji whispered, his eyes filled with sympathy and understanding as he took in the lost and trembling kitten. Still sitting, Yohji let his strong arms wrap firmly around Ken’s waist. The dark haired assassin stiffened at first, and then giving in with a small sigh, leaned over his shoulder, burying his face in the hair at the nape of Yohji’s neck.
Omi looked curiously up at Aya, who gave him a gentle nod and a small push up onto his knees. Omi took the initiative, and crawling behind Yohji, sat with his knees on either side of the blonde’s hips. Reaching up, he quietly lifted Ken’s resisting chin, and took a moment to gaze into those tear stained and beautiful steel gray’s.
“Ken kun. I enjoyed playing soccer with you tonight, you know that? You have always included me in your life, and the things you enjoy. I love you for that, for being you. I love you Ken Kun, can’t you see that?” Omi asked gently as he rose up on his knees to kiss away Ken’s now shed tears.
“O…mi?” Ken asked as he felt Yohji’s arms tighten around him in a ‘me too’ gesture. He startled when he felt Aya’s fingers running up and down his back in a gentle confirmation of the feelings that red head could not voice. *He had stealthily moved when no one was looking*
“How long since you had a lover Ken.” Aya asked gently.
“Since…”
“Him?” Omi asked curiously.
Ken nodded.
“It’s been a while then.” Yohji stated firmly.
Ken nodded, and then stiffened as Omi’s lips met his in a kiss that tore the breath from his lungs. Ken was still reeling as the kiss ended, and he gasped and tried to sit back, still not so sure about kissing the younger Weiss kitten. But Omi would have no hesitation, and initiated another, this time, not taking Ken’s reluctance for a ‘no’. Ken couldn’t help but be sucked into Omi’s desire, letting his tongue spar tenderly with the smaller assassin’s. Omi’s kisses were insistent but gentle, heightening Ken’s sense to the point that his arousal was fast becoming painful. He couldn’t have said no if he had wanted to. *Watching them make love had been unbearable arousing, and now this!* He whimpered when he felt Yohji massaging his raging hard on through the fabric of his jeans. And Aya standing behind him now, stroking his shoulders and back seductively was not helping. Omi’s hot mouth on his and his teammates attention was getting overwhelming; he writhed unintentionally, his body screaming for something more to happen before he imploded.
Aya growled as he felt those toned muscles ripple and slide smoothly under the plain white t-shirt, he could feel the little shivers starting in that amazing and beautiful body that he knew existed beneath the ‘plain old Ken’ image his teammate put on like a mask. Ken shivered at the growl that seemed to delve into the roiling pit of arousal in the small of his stomach and doubled it exponentially.
“Do you want to be with us? We want to be with you.” Omi stated as he broke the kiss.
Ken’s eyes were closed and he was nearly panting.
“I don’t want to get hurt again.”
“Shhhh.” Yohji comforted as he tilted his head up and took a moment to press a kiss to the hollow of Ken’s throat. “No one here will ever hurt you. We aren’t offering a ‘one time and lets never talk about it again’ kind of thing either.” Yohji soothed. “This would be a long term kind of thing.” Ken looked confused for a moment, and then one of Aya’s hands began to wander all on it’s own, playing with the hem of Ken’s shirt while the other slid across and up that sculpted stomach and chest to brush a nipple gently. Moving in close, the red head whispered a gentle “I love you” into the seashell of Ken’s ear, and nuzzled the dark and silky hair just behind it.
“Ahhhgod!” Ken gasped as his back unintentionally arched against the dual assault of Aya’s purring voice and his insistent fingertips. “Aya?!”
“Shut up Ken.” Aya teased as he leaned in nibble teasingly against his teammates ear.
“You guys are making it awful hard to say no.” Ken groaned as his whole body shuddered under the onslaught..
“Then don’t.” Yohji laughed as he started to play with the snap on Ken’s jeans.
“Who will…who?” Ken stammered as Yohji slid his zipper down with one easy flick of his wrist.
“Who do you want?” Yohji asked gently.
“I don’t want to be…on top… Yohji.” Ken shuddered. The lanky blonde smiled kindly as he pushed the dark haired assassin’s jeans to his ankles, and then helped him step out, socks and all.
“It’s alright Ken, I understand all to well. In the mean time, why don’t I take care of this while you ‘think’?” Yohji soothed as his fingers played across Ken’s boxer clad erection.
“Take a second to think about it, if this isn’t already too much to bear…” Aya comforted as he caught Yohji’s general plan. Ken was far too desperate to last long, and this moment, it was sacred, and should last for him. Yohji had volunteered to fix the immediate problem for the soccer player.
Aya’s expert fingers peeled the now sweat drenched cotton Tee over Ken’s head, and fell to pressing gentle kisses and nips along the tanned and smooth perfection of the athletic assassin’s back. Before Yohji knelt, Omi stood for a moment to whisper something to the soccer player. Ken raised one eyebrow, just before Yohji shoved his boxers to his knees and took him expertly in his mouth.
Ken howled, and had Yohji not had a firm grip on the assassin’s hips, he would have been immediately choked. Ken’s eyes rolled back momentarily, and Aya stepped up to catch the Weiss member before he could buckle to the floor. Yohji and Omi shared a look before the lanky blonde released the brunette from his mouth for a moment and Aya wrangled Ken to the bed. Omi crawled over to Ken’s shoulder, stroking his bangs back from his forehead, and Aya chose the other side, simply rubbing strong fingers of one hand across tense stomach muscles, and the other twining with Ken’s. As steel Gray eyes fluttered back open, Yohji pressed a soft kiss to the inside of one perfectly toned thigh, and then all the way up to the tip of his target, making Ken wail incoherently. Aya bent to take one dusky nipple into his mouth, as Yohji reclaimed Ken’s member. Omi curled closer, whispering soothing things to Ken, who was simply folding under the onslaught on his body, writhing under the tender ministrations of Yohji and Aya’s mouths.
“O…Omi!” Ken whimpered to the smaller blonde who was stroking his face and hair.
“Ken kun?”
“Please…kiss me?”
The youngest Weiss kitten smiled gently as he let his mouth descend to Ken’s, feeling the brunette lace his free fingers with his, Omi smiled. He understood Ken’s need to be submersed in pure feeling.
It did not take Ken long to near his limit, having been aroused nearly to death by his three beautiful teammates.firmfirmly clutched Omi and Aya’s Hands as Yohji, sensing Ken’s nearness, let his hips up, and let him thrust freely into his mouth.
With the least climactic reaction of the night, Ken simply sobbed once, and then, tears streaming down his face and his back arching, came with a trembling sigh of relief. Yohji swallowed quickly to keep pace with the dark haired assassin, and then released him when he felt his body sink back down to the mattress. There was a moment of easy silence between them all. Aya’s eyes were tightly closed; his breathing coming in quickly little gasps that rivaled Ken’s.
“Someone likes to watch.” Yohji teased a glaring Aya while he had the good grace to look exhaustedly sated, licking his lips for the second time that night. And Omi, Omi was hoping, Hoping against hope, that Ken would be his. Despite being sore and tired, he couldn’t help being aroused back to life at being able to be so close to the soccer player. He had almost joined Ken when he came, Ken’s pleasure was so arousing, so beautiful to watch. He had wanted to be with Ken for so long, but had always been far too terrified at the prospect of asking. But tonight, he had overcome that. He had asked the Brunette, while trying not to expect such a gift. He wanted to be one with the soccer player so badly. How many times had he sat curled up behind that strong body on a motorcycle, and wished that he could know what it was like…to…
“Omi?” Aya asked gently.
Yohji’s fingers were suddenly stroking the smaller blonde’s thigh tenderly.
“Yeah?” The Weiss kitten responded, only to realize that he was crying for what seemed like the hundredth time that night.
“Did you ask what I think you did?”
Yohji and Aya shared a glance.
“Maybe.” Omi blushed as he glanced down at Ken’s tightly closed eyes, their ebony lashes fluttering over emotion blushed cheeks.

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Ken groaned, opening his eyes slowly, uncertainly, looking for all the world as wary as if wondering if he was dreaming; and if so, he seemed rather reluctant to wake. When his eyes met Omi’s, he smiled tenderly, a little surprise lacing those gray orbs that this was indeed real.
“My answer…is… yes.” Ken whispered.
Omi blinked.
“Are you sure?” Omi felt a sudden surge of fear ripple through him. I don’t know how, what if I mess up, what if… a sudden gentle squeeze of his calf from Yohji reassured him that not only had he anticipatei’s i’s nerves, but that he and Aya were willing to give him some guidance.
“Oh yes.” Ken reassured as he reached up to stroke Omi’s brow, understanding all too well the emotions passing across Omi’s face like clouds across the moon.
“Ken kun?”
“Mhhh?” Ken gently tugged Omi down by a lock of hair, briefly pressing their lips in a short but sweet kiss. “I don’t mind being the first for you…I’m honored actually. Besides, I’m surprised Aya and Yohji let you keep ANY of your innocence.” Ken winked. Yohji chuckled as he crawled upwards and over Ken’s sprawled form, taking a moment to playfully brush his shoulder and hip against a very aroused Aya. Aya snorted, and took a moment to give Yohji a rather dirty look.
Omi soon interrupted them though, calling their attention back to Ken as he told his older teammate, just what he felt.
“Ken Kun?”
“Omi?”
“I can see it in your eyes…you are so sad and lonely. Let me…let US…take that away. We want you, we will always want you. I want you, and I promise, I will be so gentle, I swear it! I won’t hurt you like...him!”
Ken closed his eyes tightly against a surge of emotion that nearly brought him to a second round of tears. He had to swallow hard before he opened his eyes, and took a moment to peer around at his teammates. They all were watching him, their expression’s ones of genuine feline ‘knowing’, softened only by the undisguised love that was there as well.
“I know Omi, I was counting on it, actually. I am counting on all of you.” Ken breathed. “I can’t loose again, I just CAN’T”
Ken rolled his eyes sidelong to make eye contact with Yohji, without having to move. The blonde playboy just kissed the top of Ken’s shoulder as they shared a moment of nonverbal ‘thank you… your welcome’. Ken shifted to smile at Aya, who simply nodded and mouthed the words ‘love you.’ To Ken. Ken squeezed Aya’s hand thankfully, and was surprised when the squeeze was returned. Aya took a moment to nuzzle against Ken’s emotion flared cheek, and then drew the dark haired assassin into a deep and searching kiss.
Yohji took a moment to collect Omi, and then slid them both down Ken’s still trembling body. Yohji gently urged Omi to kneel between Ken’s legs ths the taller blonde searched for the jar of salve that Ken had brought with him. *The tube of lube would more than likely not be found until the morning when laundry was done.*
“Aha.” Yohji murmured as he triumphantly pressed the jar into Omi’s now trembling hand. Yohji frowned thoughtfully as he bent his head, resting it on Omi’s shoulder, and whispered to him.
“Omi, are you alright? You don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
“Yohji, I’m scared.”
“And Ken isn’t?”
“Good point.” Omi sighed.
“Want to… still?”
Omi nodded, his stomach surging and tightening with desire as he felt Yohji’s hands clasp tenderly over the top of his.
“Start like this.” Yohji comforted as he pressed Omi’s palms to Ken’s calves, guiding them slowly and gently up and down the dark haired assassin’s toned legs. Ken murmured in pleasure against Aya’s kisses.
“See?”
Yohji stated as he tenderly kissed Omi’s cheek, Indulging the smaller blonde whenever his fingertips wanted to explore a scar or a smooth patch of skin, showing him how to ghost just fingertips, or to stroke in small circles in all the right places.
Ken, recovering easily under his teammates ministrations, moaned into Aya’s kiss in delight as Yohji guided Omi’s fingers to where he was fast becoming desperate for touch again. Yohji helped Omi wrap his fingers around Ken’s desire, gently starting a smooth and comfortable motion.
“Keep doing that, just like that.” Yohji reassured as he freed one of his hands from Omi’s long enough to open the jar of salve. Dipping one finger in, and coating it generously, he took a moment to twine his finger with one of Omi’s, spreading the lube over both of their fingers well.
“Yohji Kun?”
“Kiss him, his stomach, his hip, wherever, and ask him if he’s ready.” Yohji comforted, his voice well below normal hearing range.
“Ken Kun?” Omi whispered as he kissed the taut and flat expanse of Ken’s stomach, and enjoying the sight of a completely naked Aya’s rippling thigh and back muscles.
“Mfff?”
Aya took his cue and gently let the brunette up for air, rolling off from where he was straddling him and curling beside him he again began stroking the chest muscles and abs that seemed to so totally entrance him.
“Is it ok…If I…” Omi pleaded incoherently.
“Mhhh, yeah. Go for it.” Ken laughed throatily, his whole body possessed by a tremble that seemed to have more to do with desperate need than fear.
“Now.” Yohji breathed as he showed Omi how to stroke the older assassin’s inner thighs and balls, while slowly plunging both of their twined fingers past the tight heat of Ken’s boundary.
Omi was actually the first to gasp aloud. Ken was second. The soccer player began to whine, and press back against Omi and Yohji’s fingers, a look of terrible desperation in his eyes.
“Holy shit! Oh! I…oh god…” Ken simpered as Yohji took a moment to crook his and Omi’s fingers, showing the smaller assassin how to find the spot deep inside Ken that would bring him the most pleasure. When Ken began to thrust blindly into thin air, his eyes dilated, his breath coming just short of harsh sobs and a fine dew of sweat coated his body; Yohji gently removed their fingers.
“No…please…don’t stop!” Ken pleaded, his eyes gradually changing to a wild cerulean blue with desperation and pleasure.
“Not stopping.” Yohji reassured the dark haired assassin as he fished out more salve, and then coated two more of Omi’s fingers.
“Please please please!” Ken chanted roughly. Aya comfortingly stroked collarbones and kissed the silky brow, now wrinkled with concentration and a scowl of desperation, trying to distract.
With Yohji again guiding his wrist, Omi let his fingers tease Ken’s entrance, and then push gently inside again. Ken made a small hiss of pain, but quickly thrust himself back against Omi’s hand until the smooth curve of his butt rested against the smaller blonde’s palm. Omi was so hot with need and desire, his fingers buried in Ken and thrusting slowly, making Ken mewl more and rock his hips. He almost didn’t notice Yohji coating his length with the thick and slippery salve. He almost did not notice the hands that removed his fingers from the dark haired assassin’s depths and pushed him up until he rested his palms on either side of Ken’s ribs. Omi, however, did not need prodding in the ‘making out with Ken’ department, as he quickly got the idea, his hazy mind finally remembering what he was supposed to do. He fell to pressing ghostly soft kisses from Ken’s lips, to his throat and chest and back again until a curious Aya joined in just as quickly, nipping and caressing anywhere Omi had missed until the soccer player began to cry shudderingly.
“Omi, Aya, Yohji….love you! Love you! Omi! Take me!”
Omi had to close his eyes to keep from coming just from Ken’s needy cries. Mentally, he hoped Yohji would understand, would show him, what angle? How? Should he…
“Yohji, how?” Omi whispered again as Aya was unwittingly distracting the dark haired assassin with his talented mouth.
“Omi.” Yohji whispered gently as he guided Ken’s knees up over the smaller blonde’s shoulders.
“Yohji?”
“Steady, now…like this…” Yohji pushed Omi’s hands to Ken’s hips, while using his hands to ease Ken’s firm globes further apart. “Just be gentle, but firm.” Yohji reassured as he used his hips to press Omi’s lower body into position.
“OMI!” Ken cried, writhing nearly imperceptibly under Aya’s gentle fingertips, his eyes a feral and roaring wildfire of need.
“Ok.” Omi comforted, his voice sounding surprisingly soothing, even to himself.
Trusting Yohji’s body to help guide him, he pressed his tip carefully past the tight ring of Ken’s opening, and thrusting just a little he slid into that gripping heat.
“Please! Yes!” Ken encouraged as all Omi could do was gasp, his eyes squinted shut, his mouth part way open in a surprised cry. Ken’s heat was pulling him inside; Yohji’s hips were persistent against his own, applying easy pressure that kept him sliding smoothly inside. It was when he slid that last satisfying inch home, that he did cry aloud, and so did Ken. Omi sat hunched and trembling, Ken’s knees hooked easily over his shoulders, and Yohji’s fingers suddenly stroking his sack. He felt Aya’s fingers trailing soothingly over his shoulders, rubbing softly, and then he had to move, he ha. He. He could feel Yohji already beginning to rock his hips, his erection sliding smooth, hot and damp against his thigh. He let Yohji’s rhythm carry him, and slowly, he too began to rock, pulling in and easing out gently in that tight heat.
Ken groaned again and again, Omi was being so gentle. So very gentle. The thrusts were not jarring, or hard or deep. It was more like being slowly stroked from inside, a filling, stretching warmth, a gentle probing, not the body jarring thrusts that he had learned to brace against from his last lover. Warm and sweet, Omi mewled his name, his breath a soft rush over Ken’s cheek. Ken finally brought his hands up, claiming Omi in a tender embrace that soon pulled their lower bodies together so close, that just the slow friction of Omi’s thrusts were pressing their skin together in a satisfying rub that pushed against his screaming arousal. Ken had to close his eyes as he watched Aya began to toy with his own need, the red head then rolled over until he could nuzzle closer against Ken, he closed his eyes, his soft moans joining with Ken’s. Looking over Omi’s shoulder Ken could see Yohji, his eyes half lidded in sleepy pleasure, thrusting against Omi’s thigh. It was already almost too much.
“Omi…Omi…so…good!” Ken simpered, his eyes tightly closed, his breath coimg in little gasps each time Omi pressed into him or pulled out. Omi was treating him like he would break, even though the smaller assassin was picking up the pace, crying Ken’s name with each thrust. Omi’s thrusts were erratic in a few more moments, and the last two were actually hard enough to make Ken reflexively clasp Omi’s hips. In that moment, the youngest Weiss kitten came.
“L…you…Ken…K….nrrhh!” The last word ended in a powerful groan as the blonde arched, pulsing deep and hot inside him, thrusting slowly through the last of his orgasm, whimpering each time he stroked. It was the last one that sent Ken over the edge.
“Omi!” Ken gasped, sitting up so hard and fast that Yohji was forced to support a rigid Ken and a slumped Omi. It was when the tip of his erection brushed against the narrow crack of Omi’s butt that Yohji was forced to give up the ghost of self control, and came with a cry and an expression that brought Aya a moment later (Yohji was mildly coherent enough to watch Aya arch up into his own hand) , as he slumped back down to the bed, Omi and Ken cradled in his arms.
For the longest time, nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. They lay in a sated, fast cooling heap, until they curled together for warmth as sweat chilled. Surprisingly it was Ken who fell asleep first, followed by Omi, who was too sleepy to even bother pulling out. It was Yohji and Aya who covered the two with a quilt, and then cuddling on Omi and Ken, they too settled in, enjoying the comfort of love and human warmth. No one cared that they were messy, sweaty or desperately in need of a shower. All that counted was the moment at hand. The comfort of four hearts that had somehow always belonged to one another, finally joined. No more secrets, no more hurt, no more lies. Just friends, now lovers. And that was all that mattered. That was all that ever mattered. Weiss was Weiss, and together, they were unstoppable.

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A thank you to those who read and review, you encourage me so much! And to Amy, for keeping me writing when I tried to give up on this fic.

*faints* I am soooo tired. Bed for me. Then, tomorrow, more Ryou Bakura and YNM. Gotta get those finished. So I can start more! :)
- WG