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Title: Endless Bouts
Author: Cheza-chan
Rating: R
Pairing: Kazu/Ryu� Ryu/Kazu
Disclaimer: X3 Hehehehehe... I'm sorry. Just thinking what it would be like if I actually owned s.CRY.ed.
A/N: Ah-cha� I decided to get my lazy ass into gear and start moving my fics around. This is being moved from ff.net to aff.net because an upcoming chapter is going to have a lemon� hopefully. I think my mom might have used the "lemon" already to cook with� Get it? "Lemon"? �� XDD (runs off cackling to herself) I'm so lame�

Chapter One - One Drink Too Many
Ryuhou found the younger stretched out atop one of the large boulders that populated the Lost Ground more than people. His light steps were deliberate because the opportunity of seeing the other full-body changing Alter in a moment of serenity was something rare, if ever. He stopped and raised a hand to keep his hair from his line of vision as the wind blew then took another step and stopped. The crunch of the gravel under his feet alerted his prey of his presence.
The corner of Kazuma's lips quirked upwards in a faint smile and he sat up quickly with a grunt. As calming as doing absolutely nothing is, the waking of a sleeping body was excruciating. He crossed his legs and raised two fingers to his head in a salute. "Yo! Ryuhou. What brings you out here?"
Ryuhou gave him a subtle look of annoyance before relaying the message: "'Bring Kazuma back. Everyone misses him.' I'm just doing my job." He studied the sudden pitiful expression that was creeping into the other's face, and knew he was thinking of those lost and gone and wondering why they were throwing a party. 'Kazuma.' His only chance of getting the young man to cooperate was to play his trump card. If Kazuma was truly as distracted as he seemed, he'd fall for it. "Kanami's especially worried," the long-haired Alter user sighed.
Tilting his head of auburn and orange, the boy laughed loudly. "Ryuhou, Ryuhou, Ryu-kun. What a load of bullshit!" Expression continuously stoic, Ryuhou smiled inwardly as the Shell Bullet jumped to his feet and sprang into the air, landing next to him. Kazuma wrapped his arm around Ryuhou's neck and bent with him in a neck hold. "You're a bad liar! You like me so much, you came all this way. Were you hoping for time alone? Ecchi!"
Ryuhou slapped his hand into the other's face, pushing as his tightened his fingers a bit.
Kazuma retaliated by locking his arms and strengthening his grip. "We can stand here all night, you know," he mumbled around the palm. "Someone else will come, sent by Kanami. Maybe Tachiban--Aaahh!" The more carefree Alter user laughed breathlessly, now lying underneath his companion.
Ryuhou stood slowly, grabbing the orange section of the short auburn hair and proceeded to drag the man back to the town. "You're deplorable. An asinine man who incessantly acts like a spoiled brat. How old are you now, Kazuma?"
"I don't know! Itai... Leggo!"
"Ryuhou... Ryuhou!"
"Stop blubbering."
"There are rocks. Sharp ones! Itee..."
Ryuhou took pity on him as the smoother path they were traveling gave way to more treacherous territory and let go of the hair. He kept his back to Kazuma as he heard him slowly, shakily try to regain his footing.
"You..." Kazuma gasped for air greedily, raising a hand to his chest, squeezing as if to stop his rapidly beating heart. "You... are an... insensitive... bastard. This party can wait..."
Ryuhou smirked as boulders, other numerous rocks formations, and even insolated and long forgotten debris disappeared to become a part of the man standing behind him.
"Let's play," Kazuma chuckled evilly, the golden propeller-type extension on the back of his head snapping angrily.
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Kanami placed a hand to her head with a sigh. "They'll never grow up. The Lost Ground can only provide them with so much." She smiled warmly despite that, knowing that this was their way of expressing their feelings. 'I should've sent Tachibana-san. No. He'd just take the offer to go and test his own Alter's advances.' The young girl sighed then cupped her hands around her mouth to amplify her yell. "You have five more minutes!" She giggled and turned away from the open door, running back to the on-going party.
As told, the duo came back five minutes later, leaning on each other for support and breathing heavily.
"Kazuma! Ryuhou!" a voice yelled. Tachibana walked over, grinning broadly, and clapped them both on the shoulder. Kazuma gave a choked cry, stumbling and falling and taking all of Ryuhou's weight with him. Tachibana rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment, laughing nervously, "I made the mess, I'll fix it." With the help of others, he moved the two bodies to a nearby couch and proceeded to use Eternity Eight to ease some of their pain and quicken their healing.
Feeling better than moments before, Ryuhou sat at a table with his back to the festivities and a bottle of sake as his staring opponent.
"Drink it!"
His head hit the table from the hearty, unexpected slap to the back. He gripped the edge and it cracked under the power he exerted. Ryuhou glared up at the large-sized watermelon Alter user. Before he could form a way of reciprocating the damage done--though a bruised forehead and nose didn't seem good enough--he was pulled from his seat and into a massive hug.
"Lighten up!" Urizane laughed loudly. "Elian's out there dancing with Kanami. Kazuma... Bah! Don't worry about him. Here."
The young man's crimson eyes widened and he acted swiftly, grabbing away the bottle of alcohol while drinking what had flowed into his mouth. He coughed, using the back of his hand to wipe away stray droplets, and made a face at the burning sensation as it traveled down his throat.
Urizane grinned, chuckling, "You'll get used to it."
Ryuhou smiled faintly, an action only graced to close friends. "Maybe. Maybe I should enjoy myself."
"Yo, yo, yo!"
His happy demeanor shattered into irreparable shards at the all-too-familiar voice and he stared across a sea of heads to see Kazuma jump onto a table, swaying a little from his intoxication.
"I..." Kazuma swallowed hard, then grinned. "...Have a story to tell. Not a long one..." He shook his head vehemently and Ryuhou swore the neck would snap from the action. "You know, how we fight the Mainland? Course you do. Well, Ryu-chan and I were kicking butt left, right, and... center." The brunet blanched faintly then giggled, leaning as if some invisible structure supported him. "But... there was an ambush!"
A few heads turned in the direction of the breaking bottle, but then reverted their attention back to the storyteller. Ryuhou dropped the glass pieces, wiping his liquor-covered hand down the front of his shirt.
"Ryu-chan gets attacked. No big deal. With his speed, he easily dodges, but the bastard does so right into another Alter attack!"
A painful death was what his deep crimson eyes reflected; a slow and painful death for Kazuma.
"That's nothing," Kazuma continued in a cackle. "There's another ambush� But from underwater! I guess he was just having an off day, because Ryu-chan was being tossed back and forth like a ball between playing children, so I had to step in--"
The laughter turned to gasps at the chop Ryuhou gave the back of the man's knees, then to laughter again as they buckled and the exhausted Kazuma fell into waiting arms. He hiccupped then pulled Ryuhou's head down, kissing him roughly and a little sloppily.
"My hero...!"
"You simple baka."
The Shell Bullet promptly passed out after a soft chuckle.
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Kazuma faintly remembered people and laughing, and pain and rocks as he slowly came to. The simple fluttering motion his eyebrow made as he tried to open it sent shooting pains through his head and his brain screamed for him to stop. Ignoring it, and with an enormous amount of concentration, the one good amber eye cracked open.."Ryu... Ryuhou...?" he croaked. He raised his head an inch and caught sight of the other at the end of the bed before the ceiling came back into view. "Ryuhou... Answer me..." he whined.
"You, Kazuma... are a liar." Ryuhou raised his head with a sigh.
Kazuma regained enough strength to grin and let his head fall to the side. He slowly frowned at the furnishings there. 'We're not home.' "Well, yeah. I couldn't very well tell them you rescued my sorry ass."
Ryuhou let a small grin creep onto his features and he glanced over his shoulder, eyes glossy. Kazuma had forced himself into sitting up and was staring at the fingerless glove he still wore and the scars running up his arm. His head was tilted upward and Ryuhou's warm lips claimed his. "I couldn't let you die..." Ryuhou whispered, placing a chaste kiss over the permanently closed eye.
"I can't die."
"If you had--"
"Ryuhou." Kazuma's brow furrowed and his nose turned up. "Where are we...?"
Ryuhou reflexively clenched then unclenched his fist and pushed Kazuma against the headboard with a scoff. "You really know how to ruin a good thing."
The simple jostling turned Kazuma's stomach and he wrapped an arm across it. "Ryuhou..." he groaned.
The green-haired Alter user ignored him and moved slowly from the bed to the adjoining bathroom. He could be seen before the mirror, checking for new scars on his face.
"Ryuhou..."
Blatantly still ignoring him, Ryuhou tied back his lengthy locks then removed his shirt.
"Ryuhou!"
"What, Kazuma?!"
"I don't feel good..." The words tumbling from his mouth were quickly followed by the contents of Kazuma's stomach. A green eyebrow twitched and Ryuhou felt every nerve--no matter what size--tighten then snap.
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"Ryuhou. You didn't have to beat me up. That's the Mainland's job." With his back to his lover, Kazuma continued grumbling softly, unaware that the soft hissing he heard was Ryuhou struggling to breathe through angrily clenched teeth.
Ryuhou desperately fought back the Alter change that threatened the house they resided in and scooted further away. "Stupid, useless, ungrateful bastard," he sighed, closing his eyes. He scowled as the bed shook from the other's erratic movements.
Kazuma had thrown back the sheets with no regard for the fact that he was naked, and jumped into a standing position on the bed. "I don't think that's fair," he protested.
"So don't think at all," Ryuhou said coolly.
"I'm going to rip out your black heart," Kazuma snarled. Before he could make a movement of attack, one of the few things he treasured most was grabbed, bringing him gingerly to his knees.
"Don't act out when you're naked," Ryuhou hissed, eyes narrowed. The Shell Bullet gave a broad grin and a dry chuckle and the crimson eyes narrowed further into slits.
"Ryu-kun no hentai. You just wanted to touch me there--Aahh! Ryuhou!" Kazuma grabbed the man's wrist, body instinctively trying to arch away from the pain, but Ryuhou's grip only tightened even more. "Ryuhou," Kazuma screeched. "That's an important part of me! What would you do without it?"
"Take pleasure from something almost virginal," Ryuhou whispered seductively, pulling himself slowly into a sitting position.
"That's forbidden territory," Kazuma said with a smirk.
Between his statement and Kazuma's earlier shout, his touch had turned soft and loving and the blood flowed into the flaccid member. "I'm not sure of its importance," Ryuhou said, a subtle hint of laughter in his voice. "But it must be good for something if you and it get so worked up."
Kazuma glanced down and gave a bark of laughter and wrapped his free arm around the other man, pulling him close. "It knows your touch," he murmured. "No matter how harsh." Kazuma kissed upwards along the Ryuhou's jaw line and nibbled gently on his bottom lip. He released hiss wrist and brought his hand up to the green hair, snapping the tie that held the locks back. Ryuhou snorted softly, glaring at him.
"Don't be a baby," the auburn-haired man muttered. "Ah! Eh. Okay."
Kazuma returned the glare then used his leverage in position to ease the older man back onto the bed, leaning over him. Ryuhou slid his fingers free, causing Kazuma soft gasps, and cupped the scarred face between his hands, pulling the other down for a kiss.
"--Telling you. They were both drunk." The door swung open. "I'm sure they're just... Oh."
"'Oh'?"
Kazuma dragged his lips from Ryuhou's to stare incredulously at the open door and Tachibana who stood in its frame, then Cammie as her head poked around the corner.
"Oh. Sorry." She blushed and grabbed Tachibana's arm, pulling him out and slamming the door shut. "Tachibana."
"What? I told you, they were both dead drunk. Ryuhou drunk is a scary sight, though."
The voices trailed off as the pair moved further away then there was nothing but silence. Not good, companionable silence. Not even awkward silence. No. It was a silence that ensured imminent death. Ryuhou slowly released Kazuma's face and turned onto his side.
"I distinctly remember asking--"
"Just shut up and go to sleep. I'm not in the mood."
"Not in the--Ha! Argh..!" Kazuma threw a punch that landed inches from his so-called lover's face then fell onto his back onto the bed with an aggravated yell. He curled his fingers into the sheets and snatched them away, rolling up into them with soft snickering.
"You're such a... child!"
As a bullet would, Kazuma became lodged into the wall after being kicked with amazing power from the bed. Ryuhou pulled his knees to his chest and reached over his shoulder to grab the other pillows with the intention of trying to cover himself. Kazuma groaned as he slid down the wall and into a crumpled mess on the floor.
"Ryu...hou..."
"Hmm. Go to sleep now."
"Aa..."
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"Ohayou, Tachibana-san!"
Tachibana covered his head with an arm while groping for his coffee mug with his other hand, trying to stop the pounding inside his skull.
Kanami giggled as she watched one of possibly many men go through the "morning after hangover" phase. "Where's Cammie?" She checked the nearer rooms with an innocent look.
"Out back," the young man groaned. "You should know that. Kanami-chan, please..."
The young telepathic Alter smiled and nodded then decided to check on her two favorite people. Kanami slowly pushed open the door to the room she felt them in and an empty bed greeted her. She snuck in and peered over the other side of the bed and covered her mouth to lessen her giggles.
Both sleeping figures were situated on the floor, against the wall, with the pillows littering the floor near them. Ryuhou lay between Kazuma's legs with the sheet haphazardly covering their lower halves, and the Shell Bullet's arms were wrapped protectively around his better half.
Kanami shook her head faintly and backed out of the room, closing the door on a much-needed moment.
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