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- 1-Curious little distractions.
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Disclaimer: Sukisyo and its characters does not
belong to me and most likely, never will. Still, a fangirl needs to dream
and.... scheme. I get no money out, too =D Just happiness!

Curious little
distractions.

oooooo

The lone hair antennae on top of Nanami�s head twitched
violently when the door opened in front of him, revealing a dark and very
empty-looking apartment. He was used to going home earlier than his overworked
�housemate�, and by all means today should have been just one of those days.
Today, however, was different. Today was Friday and on Fridays Shinichirou, his
darling little housemate, had no classes in the afternoon, leaving him free to
go home earlier than his darling brunette housemate.

Nanami stepped in and closed the door behind him quietly.
His face was unreadable as he strained his ears to listen to the tiniest noises
in the apartment. Sure enough, the faint sounds of fingers mashing fervently on
plastic buttons carried to his ears and then, he realized, why the apartment
was so empty and dark.

The Playstation 2 had eaten his housemate�s brains.

Nanami took a deep, deep breath and then quickly placed
his bag on the nearest tabletop. He rushed towards their room, bare feet
thudding very loudly on the wooden flooring, and threw their door open. He had
a brief idea of what Shinichirou could be doing, what with the new Playstation
2�s arrival to their household, but the sight of his beloved seated very
closely in front of the glowing white TV, wearing the largest headphones they
had in the house, broke his heart. The Playstation 2 had not only eaten his
lover�s brain but rendered him completely� pitiful.

He let out a soft gasp, covering his open mouth with one
shaking hand (for dramatic purposes), and began padding towards his lover with
one hand stretched forward. �Shinichirou�.� He whispered softly, �Shini��

He stopped, letting out a sharp cry of surprise as his
foot caught on a cord of some sort on the floor, and before he could think of
anything else, he was falling forward, down onto the cold hard floor.
Shinichirou hadn�t noticed him and was still terribly engrossed by whatever
shiny game he had picked up today at the mall. Nanami felt completely and
utterly defeated as he tried to reach out to his lover.

�Shinichirou!� he whispered urgently and even sniffled
just in case the usual �sniffling technique� worked. But Shinichirou was too
far gone and the terrible white light coming from the television seemed to
engulf him. Nanami did the only thing he could do in such a state; he glared
witheringly at the blinking green light on the small, slim black box on top of
their sleek, 10,000 yen LCDTV and cursed its existence. Somewhere else in
Japan, the main head of Sony Entertainment began shuddering in the middle of
his talk about how better to battle the evil Microsoft�s equally evil tool, the
Xbox, with the newest edition to their all-powerful console army; The
Playstation 3. He shrugged it off though; that had to be the nth time it had
happened that day. Being cursed to death by hapless housewives being traded in
for sleek, silent, and sexy boxes was just part of a day�s job.

�Shinichirou!� Nanami cried again and glanced back behind
him, to their very empty and very unused bed. Was this how their
relationship would end? With Shinichirou, shamelessly, replacing him and what
they had with a small black box that gave him drooling zombies to shoot and
small fluffy animals to� mash buttons with? Nanami sniffled when the button
mashing Shinichirou was performing became glaringly evident, followed by a
whoop from the man.

It had been what? Seven days since they last �took a
tumble in the hay�, so to speak. Seven, long, and grueling days with him
sleeping in an empty bed alone while Shinichirou came home late. And if Nanami
stayed up late enough, Shinichirou would simply shrug and tell him he wasn�t in
the mood�which, naturally, dumbfounded him since the dark-haired
detective was naturally the one who usually initiated things. The fact
that whenever Nanami woke up in the deep of the night, he�d find Shinichirou
eagerly seated in front of the bloody boob tube� mashing buttons while that
small black box blinked its green light mockingly at him, only made things even
worse.

This has to come to a stop! The voice of reason within the brunette screamed. The hair
antennae on his head stood up straight, exhibiting the determination the
thought stirred within him. He had to save Shinichirou from the evil
device and bring his brain back! Then and only then, with his brain back, could
Nanami finally attain the release he�d been withheld from; in more ways
that one�

He stood up and brushed the dirt (imaginary or not, it was
much too dark for him to notice) on his pants. He had meant to march up to his
lover, remove the silly headphones he had glued onto his head, drag him away
from TV, pry the controller from his hands and then slap sense back into him.
However, upon taking his first step, he found himself tripping on the very same
cord he had tripped on. Only this time, he did not fall face-first in the ground.
What happened though was that a very loud, very lustful and positively sexual
moan came booming right out of their 60,000 yen entertainment system.

Nanami blinked, his mouth opening in a wide �O�, while his
face became drained of color. �Shinichirou�� He managed to say very, very
slowly despite being in complete and utter shock. It was just a moan though and
very soon their spacious room was filled with the loud, hot unmistakable sounds
of rutting. Shinichirou, who had
finally noticed his presence, turned around and stared back at him with
the same look of disbelief on his face. He had removed his headphone so it hung
casually around his neck.

Nanami took a very deep breath, ignoring the warmth from
both the sounds and his� rage, and spoke. �Shinichirou. What. Is. This?� Something
in his brain nonchalantly pointed out how his lover�s fly was open.

�Naagi! Nagi! �.Ahhh!�

�It�s okay� I�m here.. ugh.. ugh� Omi� Omi��

Shinichirou swallowed and began edging away. Nanami took a
step forward and the very same part of his brain that pointed out how his
lover�s fly was open began pointing out how Shinichirou was trying to hide his
open fly� and more. His hair-antennae began swinging back and forth, ominously
and Nanami caught a shudder of fear in his lover�s frame.

�I�m.. gonna.. come.. Naa.. Naagi� Nag��

�Omi! OMI! OMI!�

�UGH!�

Nanami stomped forward and his foot landed millimeters
beside the PS2 controller, narrowly missing it. Shinichirou, looked up at
Nanami, and then at the controller and understood the meaning behind the
action. I probably can�t stomp on the controller, but I can stomp on something
else entirely and very effectively.

�Explain, Shinichirou-chan.� Nanami smiled and when
his dark-haired lover simply nodded, he turned
to look at whatever his beloved lover was doing. His jaw promptly
dropped at the sight of two very underage boys sprawled on bed in a very, very
unworksafe position. There was a rectangular box at the bottom of the screen
displaying a question and an option of yes and no.

�Should we open the door, Nagi?�

YES NO

Nanami�s eyebrow twitched; so that was making the
sounds? And Shinichirou was playing this? Playing? He had to end
this game so Shinichirou and him could finally sit down and talk things out; In
private and without moans and groans bouncing around in their dark room. It was
frustrating him. Had the bloody Playstation 2 managed to emulate sex so
good Shinichirou no longer wanted him?

Angrily, he picked up the controller and selected �NO�.

�Nanami� I�� Shinichirou began and was cut off by another
bout of moaning, groaning and passionate kissing. The unmistakable sounds of
sweat-slicked bodies rubbing off against each other was even present and before
Nanami could do anything, he found himself staring at the very graphic and very
animated sex scene in front of him.

That part of his brain which had pointed out the deal with
Shinichirou�s fly made a note about how the Playstation 2 had eaten Nanami�s
brain as well, so to speak.

�Shinichirou, what the fuck is this?� Nanami hissed and it
didn�t occur to him that he was having trouble breathing until he began feeling
tight down there. Yes, down there. Shinichirou crawled close to him, careful
not to provoke his angry lover. A swearing Nana meant� trouble.

The brunette found he could not tear his eyes away from
the television, not when he was witnessing something very explicit, not to
mention; something he hasn�t had in a while. He even had a complete, surround sound system to accompany the
delicious visuals with. He heard Shinichirou come up behind him and could almost
feel the other�s breath behind his back. What was this thing doing to
him?!

�It�s a bl game.� Shinichirou whispered quietly. And while
it had sounded utterly seductive in reality, Nanami refused to acknowledge it
that way. �Kind of like... a dating game... but with more.�

�And how on earth and why did you get your hands on
it?� Nanami finally found the reason in him to turn away; his relationship.
Shinichirou was throwing their relationship away for a cheap videogame! He spun
around and grabbed his lover by his shoulders, momentarily ignoring the
loud moans coming from the huge speakers around their room. You can�t
completely ignore something that practically surrounded you.

Shinichirou opened his mouth and tried to say something,
except, a particularly loud moan accompanied by�wet.. sounds distracted him
grossly. �Nana..� he said instead and without warning lunged forward and pinned
the smaller man under him.

�Shinichirou!� Nanami yelped as the man began nipping at
his neck deliciously. �Shinichirou�st..stop!� He began struggling by trying to
push the larger man off him but was overwhelmed when Shinichirou�s long, cool
fingers began skimming down the smooth expanse of his back and slipping into his
pants.

�Shut up, for now.� Shinichirou whispered in his ears
while his tongue traced the length of his earshell, well aware of how that was
Nanami�s hot spot. His lover�s hot
breathe down his neck made him moan, loud, and he almost didn�t hear Shinichiro�s
husky whisper when it sounded again. �I�ll make up for you this way�� More
fingers, tracing odd circles and other patters on his back. ��bad at words��

When Shinichirou�s quick fingers found their way into his
briefs, he arched up and opened his mouth in a soundless cry. He heard
Shinichirou�s deep laugh and within moments his mouth was covered by his
lover�s. Their tongues met, warmth with warmth, mingling together as one and it
became a pleasant distraction while Shinichirou moved to undress him.

Nanami�s shirt was first to go and though the heat and the
wait was almost agonizing, Shinichirou managed to remove it without adding
another shirt to their �damaged� pile. He threw the cloth haphazardly aver his
shoulder without once breaking the kiss and then his hands moved downwards
towards Nanami�s pants, purposely running his palms against the brunette�s skin
in the process. The smaller man squirmed under his touch, momentarily losing
his balance. Shinichirou lifted a hand and placed it behind the brunette�s
head, fingers tangling with long, soft strands of hair, for support.

�Shinichirou�� Nanami moaned and broke the kiss while he
wrapped his arms about his Shinichirou�s shoulders. He stuck his tongue out and
made a trail of wetness from his lover�s mouth to the sweet spot he knew was on
the dark-haired man�s neck. There, he began sucking, much to Shinichirou�s
delight.

�Naughty Nana-chan.� Shinichirou chuckled mischievously as
he finally rid the brunette of his pants and briefs and tossed them aside.
Gently, he laid his prize onto the floor, meaning to top him completely
tonight. Nanami managed a little giddy giggle as Shinichirou looked down at his
naked glory.

�No more clothes.� Shinichirou declared triumphantly.
Nanami shook his head and pouted.

�You�� He said, pointing seductively at the dark-haired
man, �still have clothes.�

Shinichirou promptly looked down, as if only suddenly
realizing he still had his clothes on. He smiled at Nanami, �I do.�
There was a challenged to his voice, one that Nanami literally pounced
on.

Shinichirou fell onto his back with one positively horny
brunette straddling him from the top. He grinned and placed his hands on both
sides of his lover�s waist. Nanami bent down for a kiss which Shinichirou met
and completely conquered him with. He began bucking against his lover�s groin,
fully aware of the erect member beneath his naked body.

Nanami breathed out harshly and his hands began rolling
Shinichirou�s shirt upwards. �You really.. need.. to remove this�� he pulled it
off his lover�s head, ��now.�

�Can�t wait?� Shinichirou whispered and Nanami moaned when
Shinichirou�s cold fingers, coated with what could only be lube, began making
trails around his entrance. When did he get his hands on the lube?
Nanami wondered, but noticed the small white bottle beside the controller
understood. Sneaky. Somehow, amidst all the sensations, he couldn�t quite
remember why and how they got into this position. All he knew was that his
lover�s fingers were so close�.

He let out a sharp cry suddenly and upon looking down at
Shinichirou�s grinning face, realized his lover was finally preparing him. He
closed his eyes and let his legs tighten around his lover�s hips as he pressed
down and laid himself on top of his lover�s chest.

�Shinichirou�� he whispered quietly amidst quiet whimpers
and moans. It was silent now, he realized, with the game having come to another
option. But they had just begun. �Ah�� he cried as Shinichirou put in a third
finger and began moving in and out�

�Nana�� The sound of labored breathes reached Nanami�s
ears though he was not sure which ones were his and which ones were
Shinichirou�s anymore. They kissed one more time and their eyes met as they
reached a mutual agreement.

With a nod, Shinichirou lifted Nanami�s hips and
positioned himself. It took one swift movement and then Nanami was moaning in
his mouth, eyes tightly shut as he tried to accommodate for the invasion.

They were motionless for a few moments, with Nanami
breathing softly on top of Shinichirou; joined. And then, slowly and using
Shinichirou for his support, he propped himself up and began moving. Slowly at
first and then increasing at pace while Shinichirou matched his rhythm. Nanami
moaned quietly each time his prostate was brushed. All that time, he kept his
gaze on Shinichirou who grinned possessively up at him.

�Nana�� Shinichirou hissed when the tension built enough
and he could not hold anymore. Nanami lifted his head and opened his eyes
slightly in response. Another wordless question passed between them, one that
was answered by Shinichirou guiding lowering Nanami onto the carpeted floor in
one swift movement so this time he was the one on top.

Nanami let out a particularly loud moan after the switch.
He managed a small laugh as he wrapped his arms around Shinichirou�s neck and
his legs around his lover�s hips.

�Need� to come?� Nanami whispered with a slight giggle.
Shinichirou nodded and pressed a kiss on the brunette�s forehead before
beginning to pump madly into him. Nanami�s moans became louder and they rocked
back and forth. Their rhythm continued to increase in speed, searching for its
peak, until with one sharp cry, Nanami came. Shinichirou followed shortly
after, coming inside the brunette, before collapsing on top of him, gasping.

�That didn�t say much in terms of an apology.� Nanami
whispered wistfully with a tinge of sarcasm then had Shinichirou giving him a
funny look and a grin; a positively amused grin.

�For someone in discontent, you look terribly satiated
though, Nanami.� The dark haired man ran his fingers into the brunette�s
hair and smiled. Nanami�s face flushed into a lovely, beet red and he sharply
turned his head away. �Look, I�m really sorry, Nana-chan.�

�Sorry isn�t going to cut it.�

Shinichirou sighed and wrapped his arms around his
brunette lover�s waist. He bent down to nuzzle at the brunette�s neck, loving
the smell of sex on his lover�s creamy skin. �I�m sorry� I know I got carried
away and�� He sighed once more.

�Well� was it better?�

�What is better?� Shinichirou cocked an eyebrow
quizzically and Nanami rolled his eyes. He was a man too; why was Shinichirou
so clueless?

�Jacking over that.� Nanami said a matter-of-factly
as he pointed accusingly on the TV screen which still had the same two underage
teens on it looking utterly spent. Another box containing a �YES or NO� option
was at the bottom of the screen.

Shinichirou stared at him and then looked up, eyeing the
figures on the screen with little interest. �Hell no.� He paused and
turned his attention back to his lover, �But when I think of that orange-haired
teen being you�.. then �Hell yes!��

Nanami promptly delivered a fist to his head. �Don�t
joke,� Nanami pouted, �I thought you were going to trade me for that!�

�Trade? You? You know I�d never trade yo�� Another fist to
the head and a deadly twitch from Nanami�s antennae shut him up effectively and
he changed his response. �I�m sorry��

�Good. Now make up more, bitch, or I�ll leave you out on
the cold.� Nanami ordered and then reached down to touch the connection between
their bodies. �You�re still hard�� Nanami purred in a tone in a tone that
positively dripped with seduction.

Shinichirou grinned and pressed his lips with his brunette
lover. There was a mischievous and eager glint in his eye. �It knows I
still have a lot more apologizing to do��

Nanami giggled.

oooooo

Sunao frowned, very deeply, as he eyed the games spread
out on his bed. His eyebrows furrowed as he began counting them all over again,
starting from the games to the left. Silver Chaos 1 and 2, Fanatica, Gakuen
Heaven 1 and 2, Icha Icha Paradise, Gakuen Prince, Oujisama Target, Meine
Liebe, Suikoden III, Xenosaga, Grand Theft Auto : San Andreas, Prince of Persia
II, Final Fantasy X; Fourteen altogether and he was sure they had more than
that. Like, around seventeen or eighteen so it meant they were short of three
or four games.

Thankfully, Sora, who entered the room the very moment
Sunao turned his head to the door�s direction by some twist of fate, was around
to answer some questions. To be interrogated, really The evil part
inside Sunao�s brain, which of course was Ran in reality, piped in.

�Sora, what happened to the other games we bought back at
that massive..� Sunao managed to stop himself just in time before he mentioned
something he knew he would regret. A dainty blush appeared on his cheeks; he
was not going to say �BL GAME SALE� out loud. No. ��the games we bought
last week.� Sunao said very, very slowly.

Sora seemed to know what he was talking about because he
nodded. �Nao, you�re looking for that Weiss Kreuz dating game, Viewfinder, that
other game.. wassit Gorgeous Heart and� God of War?� There was mockery in his
voice, Sunao was sure, but he knew he was paranoid and tried to
convince himself his dumb, blue-haired �roommate� had noticed how much redder
he�d gotten in the span of two seconds. He was able to convince himself until
Sora grinned, and not just normally but mischievously. His smile spoke volumes
inside Sunao�s brain and those volumes Ran had no trouble repeating out loud in
his brain; You were missing all that BDSM-themed games and violence and
short-pants?

Yoru was going to get it; he was sure the there could only
be one reason they had these �cool� wordless conversations and actually
understood each other. It was because Yoru was secretly relaying messages to
his very own Ran via some unknown psychic channel.

Sunao took one deep breath and said in a very, very slow
and cautious tone. ��Yes.�

The blue-haired teen made a peculiar sound that was like a
cross between a lewd snicker and a� giggle. �Oh, I lent them to my older
brother.�

His brain reconstructed the message it had just receive; Sora
lent four positively evil games to Shinichirou.

�Nanami is going to murder us.� Sunao found himself saying
soonafter the realization sank and Sora merely shrugged. Sunao gaped at
Sora who began petting Toshizou happily as if he hadn�t done anything wrong.
�Sora! �aren�t you worried?�

At this, Sora grinned widely; �Nope, Matsuri-chan told me
they needed it.�

On cue, Matsuri burst in carrying a bright-purple videocam
and he promptly hoisted it up in the air like it was a trophy of some sort.
Sora� began cheering. And Sunao decided it was best to simply not ask.

oooooo
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