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Chapter List
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Title: Underground

Author: Lennith

Rating: NC-17! If you don't want to hear about homosexual sex, then don't read! Simple as that. If you want the watered-down version, look me up at fanfiction.net.

Pairing: Kazuma/Ryuhou overall with sprinkles of KazuTachi

Disclaimer: I am not a genius, hence I did not create Scryed! The story and all characters belong to Bandai, Yosuke Kuroda, Yasunari Toda, the little green gods, Bill Gates, and whoever else contributed to their creation. Namely, not me!

Warnings: This is a yaoi fic! If you don't like man on man action, please don't read this! If you do read this, it's your own damn fault so don't come crying to me when you have nightmares about an all-male all-Brady Bunch porn video called "Stallion Farm." Also, as you can see, I have a twisted sense of humor. I should put a warning for that too... Probably plenty of swearing, blood, guts, and adult situations. This chapter contains SEX! However this is the tame version for FF . Net purposes.

A/N: Woo! And onwards to chapter six! Haha, I really have no idea just how long this fic will actually turn out to be. I just play things by ear. I'm most happy that the double-lemon last chapter seemed to be a hit! That was actually my very first published lemon, so I'm quite enthusiastic about it! Also, thank you very much to Eloy Brightdreamer and Quycksilver for not only welcoming me into their s.CRY.ed cult and for writing such lovely smut, but for encouraging me to continue! Oh yeah, baby, all this s.CRY.ed makes me RANDY! I'm going to work EXTRA hard to make this citrus good! Smut ho!

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Chapter 6: Turn a Light On

Do you want to sit at my table?

My fighting fame is fable

and fortune finds me fit and able.

And you do say that you do pray!

And you say that you're okay.

Do you want to run with my pack?

Do you want to ride on my back?

Pray that what you lack does not distract.

And even when you run through my mind

something else is in front; you're behind.

And I don't have to remind you to stick with your kind.

And you do say that you do pray!

And you do say that you're okay.

And even when you touch my face

you know your place.

We should shine a light on,

a light on.

And the book I write on,
write on,

it was right on.

We should shine a light on,

a light on.

And the book of Right On,

Right on

It was right on.

Joanna Newsom, "Book of Right On"

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Ryuhou unwillingly awoke much later that evening feeling oddly crowded. Drowsily he tried to shrug off whatever it was on his chest, but found it too heavy to be a stray pillow and it stubbornly refused to budge. Thoughts still befuddled by sleep he reluctantly blinked open his eyes, which felt dry and gritty. 'I need a shower,' he thought to himself as he tried to adjust his eyes to the faintly moonlit darkness. Getting up would be another story though. The bed was very comfortable against his weary muscles and warmer than he'd ever experienced. Combined with the weight against him it almost seemed like an impossible task. He snuggled into the warmth, letting his eyes slide partially closed against the darkness. Then whatever was on top of him snuggled back. That was enough to get him to force himself into wakening properly. His eyes finally adjusted to the light, all of his muscles going taught as steel as he realized exactly what was sprawled on top of him: Kazuma. The alter-user was lying on his stomach, his head lying on Ryuhou's shoulder with his face right next to his, one arm draped across his chest and around his waist. Ryuhou struggled against the weight weakly, which turned out to be a bad idea since it only brought to his attention that his rival was quite certainly nude in exception to the glove he always wore on his right hand. Kazuma squirmed, his sleep momentarily disturbed before he snuggled closer again, mumbling something incoherent and drifting back into a deeper sleep. The room grew deathly quiet again, Ryuhou being momentarily too afraid to move again. 'What the... Why am I in bed with Kazuma?! Why is he NAKED?! Oh God, this is bad.' His lower regions argued that it wasn't all too bad at all. Suddenly the memories of what had happened such a short time ago hit him like a kick in the face. If Kazuma wasn't currently his bedmate and using him as a full body pillow he would be compelled to believe it was all just some drug-induced dream. This wasn't a dream either though; he could feel Kazuma's warm breath on his bare skin, causing his own to prickle sensitively.

Quickly, he assessed his own situation. No, he wasn't naked; Kazuma had the decency to leave his underwear on. That didn't necessarily mean that he hadn't done anything perverted to him while he was unconscious. After a frantic mental check he reassured himself that there was no unusual pain in his ass other than the constant one currently drooling slightly in his sleep. How had this happened? He only remembered driving the jeep to the nearest town, barely managing to stay awake. He'd left Kazuma in charge of finding rooms, which had obviously been a mistake on his part. Why he'd only gotten a single room at the inn, he couldn't imagine. Well, maybe he could imagine. He tried to ignore the stirring in his loins; the sweet masculine smell from Kazuma's auburn hair practically shoved up his nose. After that, Kazuma had led him to their room (Ryuhou had assumed it was meant to be only his) and he'd passed out on the bed as soon as he could stumble to the inviting mattress. Judging from Kazuma's scent and slightly damp hair, he'd obviously taken a shower and made Ryuhou "comfortable" by removing his clothing before helping himself to his share of the bed. 'Huge bed,' he corrected himself silently. Glancing around he noticed he was at least three and a half feet off the ground and why Kazuma had to sleep right on top of him when the bed could probably sleep four comfortably was beyond him.

With a strangled sigh that was more of a hiss, Ryuhou carefully rolled Kazuma off of him long enough to escape his tentacle-like grasp and stumbled towards what he hoped was the bathroom. Only after tripping over Kazuma's shoes, stubbing his toe on a chair and fumbling for a doorway did he manage to find it. With a faint hum the lights turned on when he flicked the switch, illuminating a comparatively luxurious bathroom for the Lost Ground. 'Kazuma must have gotten the best room in the house,' he thought, wrinkling his brow in exasperation. The expression caught his attention in the mirror above the sink. He leaned closer, his own image catching his interest. He looked... somehow more whole than he had in months. The faint lines of tension that had developed around his mouth and eyes had smoothed over; his eyes looked less hollow and even his skin looked a healthier color. He smiled faintly, then frowned. It irked him to think being with Kazuma had that much of an effect on his health. With a critical eye he gingerly examined his injuries. His now snoring rival must have cleaned him up, because the cut above his eyebrow was cleaned and treated. Looking down and removing his underwear he realized that Kazuma must have cleaned him up elsewhere too, since his abdomen was clean of any residue from their... previous activity. Distracted, he kicked the garment aside, angry at the thought, and climbed into the large shower, careful this time to pull the curtain into place so as not to repeat the incident in Tachibana's house. He turned the water on, cursing under his breath at the initial cold burst of water before it grew warm.

'What am I going to do now?' His body finally relaxed, welcoming the clean, hot water as he contemplated his dilemma. His first reaction was to run away from it all. Being in a sexual relationship with Kazuma frightened him. It frightened him because of the power it held over him and how badly he wanted it. These new emotions were too strong, and emotions in general were something he avoided. However, he didn't think he could bear to be separated from the ruffian again. Being apart from him had been stressful and painful, things he hadn't been willing to admit until now. The thought of never seeing him again outweighed his childish fear. He could simply refuse to continue it, but knowing Kazuma and his own reaction to him he knew he wouldn't be able to resist if Kazuma insisted. And Kazuma was not going to let him off easily. Ryuhou exhaled deeply, knowing that it was inevitable that he'd have to face the situation directly. He cursed lowly again, finally going through the motions of cleansing his body.

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The bathroom door opened with a quiet squeak, a puff of steamy air floating out of the bathroom. Ryuhou padded out in one of the white bathrobes provided by the inn, still toweling his long hair dry. His hand stilled. There was a light on in the bedroom. Kazuma was sitting on the end of the bed and looking at him expectantly, the dim light casting shadows over his scarred flesh and illuminating his hungry eyes. Ryuhou's hand shook, almost imperceptibly with momentary fear. He'd expected to have at least until tomorrow before facing the criminal. And the way Kazuma was looking at him... It both scared him and drew him. That fierce, raw look; he'd always admired Kazuma's ability to express himself so plainly.

Kazuma couldn't help but get a good eyeful. The object of his obsessions looked good enough to eat, still wet from bathing, casually drying his hair, dressed only in the loosely drawn robe. He looked better now that he was clean and rested, but he caught the slight shake and then absolute stillness of fear. Kazuma drew his brows together, wondering.
Oddly enough, it was Ryuhou who broke the silence first. "What did you do? Why are we in the same room?" he asked slowly, carefully.

Kazuma grinned. 'Is that all you're worried about?' "Well, ya see," he drawled, taking the opportunity to enjoy the view again, "I figured why waste money on two rooms when we could keep each other cozy? And the inn owner owes me a few favors, so I managed to land us the honeymoon suite at no extra charge."

Ryuhou frowned, dropping the towel. "Honeymoon suite?" He didn't like the sound of that.

Kazuma nodded, apparently quite happy with himself. "You should thank me, going out of my way to make sure you're comfortable. After all, you government puppets have tender skins," he said teasingly. He could almost see Ryuhou breathing, the flash of his throat...

The green-haired man seemed far less amused than him though. "Y-you," he started, his voice catching a little with anger, "You didn't... do anything to me, did you?"
Kazuma only smirked, leaning back on the bed a bit, totally unashamed of his nudity.
Ryuhou flushed a little in response. "Answer me! Did you or did you not do anything to me, pervert?!"

The rogue's useable eye narrowed a little in anger. "Pervert? Pot calling kettle black?"

Ryuhou ground his teeth, unable to answer. He turned on his heels and started to force a comb through his unruly hair, stubbornly refusing to rise to the bait.

"Hey."

He turned slightly, only enough to catch a glimpse of Kazuma out of the corner of his eyes. He had that look again, that smoldering look that made his legs suddenly feel weak.

"C'mere."

Ryuhou forced his gaze away from the bed, unable or unwilling to respond to the order. He continued to comb his hair, though it now pulled through the damp-darkened silk easily. Out of the corner of his eye, though, he could see that Kazuma wasn't about to back down. His nudity did little to hide the fact that he was becoming aroused.

"Come here," he repeated, his voice thicker than the first time. "Ryuhou..." The name was drawn out, breathy and husky. With a grimace Ryuhou set down the comb and turned to face the speaker. He'd made the decision to face the consequences of his own actions, and, though he wouldn't admit it to himself, he couldn't ignore the heat of his own blood when Kazuma said his name like that. With the careful hesitation of a wildcat stalking prey much too large for it, he approached the bed until he stood before Kazuma.

He stood very still and stiff, both anticipating and fearing what Kazuma would do. "What is it," he said finally, his own voice sounding choked. Kazuma's gloved hand reached out, and though Ryuhou flinched it only loosely closed around his fingers.

"You're thinking too much," Kazuma said. It was unlike him to be considerate like this, but he could tell by Ryuhou's behavior that if he wasn't careful in the worst-case scenario he'd wind up with a near-fatal injury and in the best he'd ruin his chances. When the cool hand didn't pull away, he gripped it tighter, pulling Ryuhou closer to him. "Sometimes it's better not to think things over. Sometimes it's better to just trust your instincts, to just feel." He punctuated his words by pulling his rival's face down to his to meet in a kiss. He'd intended it to be light and short. When they touched that intention dissipated instantly, the electricity he'd always felt at the sight of those irritatingly cold eyes and neatly pressed uniform growing tenfold and racing through his veins. Without much tact or grace he forced Ryuhou's mouth open, eagerly dipping his tongue into the man's mouth for a taste.

Ryuhou was surprised by the onslaught but resisted the childish urge to pull away and flee the room. For once he decided to take Kazuma's advice; he closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on exactly what he was feeling. He felt warmth well up inside of him, and a hunger deep in the root of his being that he couldn't explain. He'd never thought much of kissing. He hadn't been able to understand what was so appealing about the simple act of placing two mouths together. In fact, it had seemed unsanitary to him but then Kazuma's tongue teased the roof of his mouth, spreading a quiver of pleasant ticklish feelings through his body and he stopped worrying about hygiene. He had been wrong, he decided. Kissing wasn't a simple act at all. He sucked gently on Kazuma's invading tongue and was rewarded with a new wave of attacks that left his knees feeling weak and rubbery.

Unfortunately it couldn't last forever and Ryuhou drew back first, gasping for breath and adrift in the swirling emotions he felt taking over his control. Kazuma didn't release him, but rather drew him closer and bite down his lover's neck, pausing to lap at the point where Ryuhou's neck met his shoulder. He chuckled, feeling the body in his arms shiver with the sensation even through the thick robe. "So, what do you say? How'd that feel?" Kazuma asked teasingly, continuing to tease Ryuhou's neck since he seemed to be especially sensitive in that particular spot.

Ryuhou winced, unwilling to move away from the man's mouth and hurt his pride by admitting it'd felt damned incredible. "It feels strange," he finally conceded, "but not bad."

Kazuma snorted. "You lie. Here, take a look at your handiwork," he grinned, forcing Ryuhou's now pliant body away from his so that his former rival could get a clear look at Kazuma's now fully erect cock. "I've never gotten hard from just one kiss before, you should be proud," he said lightly, as if he were merely talking about the weather. Ryuhou blushed a rather brilliant shade of scarlet.

"When it comes down to it you're no better than a hormonal teenager," Ryuhou stuttered out, trying to dismiss the issue.

"Hah, we're in our prime so why not? Have you forgotten that I already got off earlier today and the night before that too? You should be impressed by my stamina!"

Well, frankly Ryuhou couldn't help but be impressed by Kazuma's straining sex but he wasn't about to say so, even dazed by his own hormones. When they'd gone at it earlier he hadn't been completely aware of what was going on and things had happened so fast that he really hadn't had the opportunity get a good look at Kazuma's member. He'd never really considered himself lacking, but Kazuma's was at least three centimeters longer than his own.

"So, made up your mind? Going to help me with this or just admire the view?" Kazuma startled Ryuhou out of his contemplation. He was suddenly quite sure there was nothing more embarrassing than being caught shamelessly oggling your former enemy's goods.
Ryuhou pulled his gaze away, seeming to take a long time to consider. For a hellish moment Kazuma thought he was going to refuse and be forced to take a very long, cold shower and then spend the night on the floor. The redhead frowned, drawing Ryuhou closer again and allowing his hands to explore Ryuhou's chest. He grinned in satisfaction, feeling Ryuhou's nipple harden beneath his roughened palm.
"Nn... Alright. But if you do anything weird to me I'll beat the crap out of you," the former Holy officer hissed, trying desperately to save some face.

"Great!" Kazuma enthusiastically laced his arms around Ryuhou's slim waist, drawing them even closer and forcing Ryuhou to sit on his lap. "Great," he repeated, softer this time and enjoying a long look into Ryuhou's eyes before helping himself to a kiss even more heated than the first, knowing for sure now that it was only a prelude to what was to come. By the time he was done Ryuhou was pliant and breathing heavily again, no longer reserved in his indecision. Kazuma smiled broadly, very pleased with himself. Unlike Ryuhou, he hadn't taken all too long recognize the strong undercurrent of attraction and sexual tension that flowed beneath even their bitterest words and blows. He'd been waiting too long, and waiting had left him hungry. Kazuma allowed his eye to slide nearly shut, savoring the new tastes and touches as if they were rain in the desert. The heavy cotton of the robe neatly intercepted his attempts to get a better feel of his new lover's body, and though it annoyed him he didn't try to remove it yet. The thought of Ryuhou hot and flustered in a disheveled bathrobe only brought a fresh surge of heat through his body.
Not one to argue with instinct, he turned his attentions to the areas where flesh was available. He settled for trailing hard kisses down Ryuhou's neck and continuing to push his hands into the open neckline of the quickly loosening robe. The smell of his rival's hair, even the subtle texture of the officer's skin intoxicated the rogue.

To Ryuhou, at first the candid touches felt a little strange. He had never been a very physical person and the feeling of foreign hands roaming his body was new to him. Quivering, he bit down the urge to back away and remembered Kazuma's advice. Putting aside the mental inhibitions, he tried to focus on simply feeling, and the warmth of his body's response told him it indeed felt good. His fingers clenched around his lover's shoulders and almost growled as Kazuma's firm lips whispered over his collarbone, threatening to move lower. Feeling as if he should be doing something other than squirming on the other's lap he pried a hand loose from the security of Kazuma's shoulders to run it down the man's spine.

Kazuma hesitated, the shivery feeling causing him to shudder. 'Damn that feels good.' With some effort he managed to scoot back on the overstuffed mattress, pulling Ryuhou along with him until they were far enough from the precarious edge. With a little manhandling he was able to convince Ryuhou to get off of him and lay back against the smooth sheets. Ryuhou's brow wrinkled a little with worry. Lying down made him feel far too vulnerable for his liking, but any protest was quickly erased as Kazuma leaned over him. With a glazed smirk Kazuma worked apart the robe enough to slide his hand up the inside of Ryuhou's thigh, causing the ruby eyes to snap open and a low groan to grace his lips. "You make some interesting noises," Kazuma chuckled, teasingly slowing his hand as it approached more sensitive flesh. He had been right; the robe was worth the trouble. Even if it stopped right then and Ryuhou beat the hell out of him he could at least walk away with an image to feed his wet dreams for the next few months.

"I'm... not..." Ryuhou struggled to form a coherent reply, making a frustrated sound low in his throat. He tried to squirm lower to force Kazuma's hand to his neglected erection without much success other than wringing a low murmur of pleasure from Kazuma. Ryuhou seemed to be full of interesting reactions.

"Yer so quiet all the time I was worried you'd bite your tongue off trying ta keep it down." His patience was beginning to run a bit thin. Even though Ryuhou hadn't really touched him yet, he felt tight and hot just from exploring his lover's body and watching the expressions on that normally frigid face. He pressed his face against the flushed cheek, a few silken green threads catching on his own hair, in an affectionate nuzzle. "Listen to me a second, Ryuhou," he started, his hand between Ryuhou's legs making impatient circles just barely from where they were really wanted. "The first time is always weird, and it's gonna hurt no matter what I do. The best way is to be as relaxed as possible. Just trust me. I'm going to take good care of you."

Ryuhou sobered a little, the gravity of Kazuma's words seeping through his hormone-riddled stupor. He'd always heard of only the pleasurable aspect of sex, not the painful. He'd had nearly fatal injuries before though, and he somehow doubted this would be anywhere near as excruciating. He bit his lower lip in thought. "Alright... Is there anything I should do though?" He blushed. It was a little embarrassing to be the inexperienced one in this.

Kazuma smiled, laughing a little. Ryuhou almost looked... sweet like this. "Yeah, if I do anything that makes you hurt too bad tell me. And if I tell you to do something, do it. That work for you?" Finally he allowed his hand to brush over Ryuhou's cock, loosely working his fingers around the firm shaft with a small grimace. Ryuhou's girth was nothing to joke about. He stored that information for future protests about being the uke.

Ryuhou's breath released in a small sobbing sound, unwittingly arching into the gentle touch. He had to force himself to keep his eyes open as the rough hand tightened encouragingly, almost demanding an answer. "Ok," he grunted out. "Hurts too much, I tell you. Ask me to do something, I do it. Just get it over with already!"

Kazuma snorted, releasing Ryuhou (who gave a strangled sound of protest) and rolling to the side of the bed to pull a brightly colored tube from the drawer of the nightstand. "Such an attitude," he said drolly, popping the tube open and returning to his lover's side. "Sex is supposed to be fun, not a chore."

Ryuhou allowed Kazuma to untie the belt of his robe and lifted his torso a bit to aid it's removal, Kazuma's hands leaving a burning sensation wherever they touched him in the process. He shifted a little, the cooler temperature of air against his exposed skin causing his skin to prickle slightly in anticipation. Kazuma's unmasked and ardent gaze didn't exactly make him feel more comfortable either. He could almost feel the other man's eyes raking over his exposed body. Ryuhou had never faced someone while so vulnerable before, and it would have been frightening if there weren�t that glint of possessiveness in the stare and Kazuma's reassuring kiss.

Ryuhou bit his lower lip harder as Kazuma forced his legs farther apart and settled between his thighs. Unconsciously, he tensed. 'This is it. No backing out now, this is happening.' He wasn't sure which emotion outweighed the other: fear or excitement. Curiously, he watched as Kazuma squeezed some of the contents of the tube, a pinkish jelly-like substance into his coarse hand. "How'd you get a hold of that so quick," he asked carefully, trying not to let his voice quaver.

Kazuma grinned, smiling through his obvious urgency. "I told you the innkeeper owed me favors." Using his teeth, he peeled his customary glove off his hand and carelessly tossed it aside. After a moment he placed his now bare, dry hand on Ryuhou's hip and smeared the lube unceremoniously onto Ryuhou's waiting cock. He was pleasantly surprised by Ryuhou's almost violent reaction to the unexpected sensation. The man yelled sharply and writhed beneath his steadying hand before shaking with a more quiet string of unintelligible curses. His cheeks burned as he heard Kazuma's ripple of laughter, but he couldn't concentrate on it long enough to yell at him because then Kazuma decided to start pumping his hand along Ryuhou's length in a slow deliberate motion. Ryuhou groaned in response, his breath hitching with every shift of slickened movement.
Deciding that Ryuhou was fairly well distracted, Kazuma released his lover's hip, spread Ryuhou's legs wider and squeezed a bit more of the lube over the proffered entrance. With a comforting murmur he carefully spread the lube over the tight ring of muscle and pressed in a single finger.

Ryuhou gasped sharply, his entire body protesting the unexpected, and painful, intrusion. He twisted his head the side, desperately hoping to hide his expression and muffle the quiet whimper. He couldn�t tolerate the humiliation of letting Kazuma see him vulnerable and in pain. To Ryuhou�s surprise and relief, Kazuma withdrew after barely a moment with a mumbled curse. A slight ache immediately replaced the previous burning.

�Shit, I know you�re a tight-ass, but this is ridiculous,� Kazuma said, shaking his head slightly in exasperation. Ryuhou glared at him quizzically, squirming self-consciously a little. Kazuma blinked. �Oh, don�t ya worry. I told you I�d take care of you,� he chuckled. �There are plenty of other things to do. I can wait� a little while.�

Ryuhou opened his mouth to ask what the hell the idiot was talking about but was interrupted by Kazuma dropping his legs back to the bed. The man settled between his legs, spreading them further apart, and crouched over him. Words were no longer an option as Kazuma groped him lightly and started nibbling the sensitive flesh around the alter�s sensitive nipple. All he could do was groan in surprise and arch into the all too hesitant touch.

Kazuma grinned against his rivals flesh, bringing his lips and shifting his body lower. He could feel Ryuhou�s breath coming sharper as his lips brushed over the man�s ribs and abdomen. The taste and heat was intoxicating. Ryuhou�s cock pulsed hot and slick in his hand as he abruptly tightened his grip and stroked it firmly. He couldn�t resist as Ryuhou�s usually tight lips parted with a moan and leaned over the elder to savagely thrust his own tongue into the inviting mouth. Their tongues met and danced desperately for what seemed like eternity before Kazuma withdrew, biting Ryuhou�s tongue lightly before withdrawing and focusing on working into a quick, unsteady rhythm.
Ryuhou hissed, his hips bucking into the motion. It felt cruelly wonderful, the sensation teasing him so close but yet was not enough. He growled in frustration, closing his eyes tightly and focus on trying to gain more friction. Then another sensation caused him to cry out sharply, his entire body going rigid. He felt it again and aroused him so much he had to bite his tongue to keep from screaming. Ryuhou forced his eyes open and was shocked to find that Kazuma was no longer hovering over him but lying between his legs, the shaggy head in his lap and Kazuma�s tongue was� He tasted blood in his mouth when Kazuma looked directly into his eyes, flicking his tongue over the slit and tasting Ryuhou�s precum that had beaded there to mix with the lube. Kazuma�s hand continued teasing the twitching member towards the base while his other hand cupped and massaged Ryuhou�s balls. It was almost too much and Ryuhou could feel the need throbbing in stomach.

�I usually don�t do this, but�� Kazuma grinned mischievously and wrapped his lips around the tip and lowering, his mouth sucking fervently. This time Ryuhou did scream. His hips thrust upwards into the hot tightness of Kazuma�s foul mouth as the hands continued to torture him. They stroked and teased insistently, Kazuma concentrating his mouth�s attentions on the sensitive head. Ryuhou�s consciousness slipped in and out as Kazuma worked him to the brink of climax and then slowed only build up moment again. It was an agony, yet he didn�t want it to end. It was raw and primal, yet irresistible and tender. He whimpered pathetically when he felt the warmth of Kazuma�s mouth withdraw, leaving him trembling.

�Say it again,� Kazuma breathed huskily, his eye sharp with lust.

Ryuhou blinked, confused. �Kazuma�?�

�Yesss,� Kazuma hissed with a pleasured smirk, rewarding him by returning to his previous activity, but taking Ryuhou in deeper this time.
Ryuhou blushed to his roots. �I must have screamed his name.� He had no time to berate his own foolishness as Kazuma demanded his attention again.

Kazuma sucked hungrily. He had never had the taste for sucking his partner off but he couldn�t get enough of Ryuhou calling out his name again and again in that voice. �He should be ready� he thought firmly as he pushed one finger and then two into Ryuhou�s tight entrance. He felt the body beneath him jerk back in pain, but he curved his fingers and deftly stroked his partner�s insides in a way he knew would cause Ryuhou to see stars. Ryuhou screamed his name triumphantly as he shuddered, his seed spilling violently into Kazuma�s waiting mouth. Kazuma continued to suck and stroke gently as Ryuhou rode out his orgasm, blocking his throat to catch most of Ryuhou�s semen. When his partner was done he sat up quickly and straddled Ryuhou�s prone body. He grasped Ryuhou�s hand, that smooth, elegant hand he�d desired so long, brought it to his mouth and released the sticky liquid into the unmarred palm. He forced the artful fingers around his own aching erection, covered the hand with his own and forced it up and down his length. He groaned pleadingly, the feeling of Ryuhou�s cum lubricating his cock arousing him feverishly. Ryuhou roused enough to realize his lover was also seeking release and tightened his fingers earnestly, quickening the movement into a fierce tempo. Kazuma released moments later with a primitive roar, his seed splattering over Ryuhou�s panting chest, over both of their hands entwined together around his member and mingling with Ryuhou�s own seed. They waited together in silence, allowing each other to catch their breath and bask in the afterglow of their orgasms. Finally Kazuma fell forward and eased himself off of Ryuhou to stretch out along his side, unwilling to give up bodily contact.
Kazuma kissed Ryuhou again languidly, catching the older man slightly off guard. �Feel good?� he asked drowsily.

Ryuhou sighed contentedly but kept his face expressionless. �Good is an understatement.� Kazuma�s laughter rumbled against his chest like the purring of a cat.

�Just wait till I screw your brains out, Ryu-chan� he smirked, enjoying the feeling of being able to explore Ryuhou�s body uninhibited and gently stroking his finger�s down Ryuhou�s cheek and neck.

Ryuhou�s brow wrinkled in sudden realization. �That�s right, you didn�t take me. Coward.�

Kazuma snorted and Ryuhou brooded. He couldn�t understand why Kazuma didn�t want to take him, to join their bodies. The guilt of taking someone else�s lover and self-doubt washed over him.

His destructive thoughts were interrupted by a soft slap on his cheek.

�Don�t close up on me. I didn�t shove my dick in ya because it would hurt like a bitch and you weren�t ready for it. When you are�� he chuckled with distinct foreshadowing. He lowered his voice to an alluring whisper. �I�m going to fuck you until neither of us can get it up. You�re mine now.�

Ryuhou blushed and snorted to cover his pleasure and surprise. �Is that a threat and a promise?�

�You bet.�

And with that reassuring pact the two new lovers drifted blissfully toward slumber, both of them certain that the next morning was going to be a bit awkward. The first light of dawn gently illuminated the windows as their sated bodies and hearts curled into each other and they finally slept.

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A/N: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee lemon lemon LEMON! So, was that all right? I did my best to make the smut intelligible and enjoyable. As always, if you catch something that doesn�t sound right or think should be tweaked, please do tell me! I can be reached on AIM under the screenname �yoyohobridget� or emailed at semigrape@hotmail.com. Please don�t contact me with flames or insults. Comments or criticizism are very welcome though! Once again I apologize for this LONG delay. Computer in pieces, yada yada yada. I want to personally thank Eloy Brightdreamer for all of her help! Not only is she a fabulous author and wonderful person, but she does me the immense favour of proofreading and offering her most valued advice. Perhaps we�ll join forces and write a fic together someday! And thank you all for your kind patience, if anyone is still reading at all XD

OMAKE:

Chibi Ryuhou: *sulk*

Chibi Kazuma: What�s the matter, pudding pop?

Chibi Ryuhou: Bastard! *socks a punch*

Chibi Kazuma: *�s cheek swells up* WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR?!

Chibi Ryuhou: Y-you *sobs* you still haven�t taken my virginity!!!

Chibi Kazuma: *sweatdrops* You ass! I�m trying to be a gentleman, here!

Chibi Ryuhou: BUT I WANT YOU TO TAKE IT.

Chibi Kazuma: *crosses arms* No, not yet.

Chibi Ryuhou: Come on, you stubborn prick, take it!

Chibi Kazuma: Make me!

Chibi Ryuhou: Oh yeah?

Chibi Kazuma: Yeah! Come on, pretty boy, bring it! *chibifightingstance*

Chibi Ryuhou: *glares then starts sobbing again*

Chibi Kazuma: *spazzes at the waterworks* WHAT, WHAT, WHAT�D I DO?!

Chibi Ryuhou: YOU DON�T WANT MEEEEEEEE! IT�S OK TO FUCK TACHIBANA BUT NOT ME!

Chibi Tachibana: *sneezes while gardening and rubs his nose* Must be allergy season?

Chibi Kazuma: *clutches head in agony* Not that again�

Chibi Ryuhou: You�ve humiliated me! Now die!

Chibi Kazuma: C-calm down! What don�t you understand about me waiting for your benefit?!

Chibi Ryuhou: You�re just saying that to trick me!

Chibi Kazuma: No, I swear!

Chibi Ryuhou: *pouts*

Chibi Kazuma: *chuu*

Chibi Ryuhou: *ukesparkle*

Chibi Kazuma: *semesmirk*

An hour later�

Chibi Ryuhou: �

Chibi Kazuma: *snugglelove!*

Chibi Ryuhou: *smack!*

Chibi Kazuma: HEY!

Chibi Ryuhou: Bastard, you forgot to take my virginity again.

Chibi Kazuma: *smirk*
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