False Advertising
Twenty-Five
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Sitting in the furo, maybe a half an hour after a most
euphoric experience, Suka and Shun were together in relaxed silence. The
soft swirl of water was all they heard, the time completely unknown to
them. It was probably getting late – after all, it had to have been at
least an hour or two after curfew. Kazuya looked across the furo with
somewhat of a smile, glancing to the side once or twice. Grinning back,
Shun moved over, taking a place next to him.
"What do you think?"
"About what?" Suka replied.
"Telling. . . well, everyone, I guess."
Suka chuckled a bit, splashing the water Shun's
way. "I don't think that'll be such a problem." He scratched
the back of his head, a nervous laugh following. "You screamed
pretty loud, and if the sempais heard it, they'll make sure everyone else knows
it."
Shun grimaced. "You think?"
He gave him a nudge but still grinned. "I'm
sure of it."
Silence fell back in, a few moments of processing before
Shun glanced back over with a quirky grin. "So. . . what made you
decide to feed me the other day?" Blushing furiously, Suka looked away.
"Oh. . . Just an urge, I guess. Why?"
Shun diverted his gaze slightly, chuckling. ".
. . Intend on ever doing it again?"
"I think I might. . ." Suka jumped at the grasp
of his hand under the water, relaxing as he and Shun sunk a little into the
depths. Closing his eyes, Suka enjoyed the time taken to relax a little
in the name of such a life altering night. "What's tomorrow,
Friday?"
"Yup. And I'm going to ride you all weekend," he purred.
Hasukawa paled as a drop of blood sprung from his nose
and him the surface of the water before disappearing. He stumbled for a reply,
both nervous, excited and a little terrified at the idea.
"Can
you take it easy, Shun?"
He
laughed, splashing him playfully. "I was kidding, you perv."
Just a little embarrassed, he simply nodded, gazing back at Shun's pretty
eyes. "Are you happy, Suka-chan? Is this what you want it to
be?"
Kazuya's eyes widened a bit but he quickly squeezed the hands
he held, speaking softly. "Yeah, I think it is." He
grinned. "And you made me happy to begin with." Shun
practically melted in the water, leaning on him.
"Good. . ."
"Let's go, still need sleep after all."
"Sure."
Walking back from the bath, Shun turned over in his mind
what Hasukawa uttered in the bath. A goofy grin plastered on his face, he
almost walked right by his door and would have, had Suka not reached out and
grabbed his arm. He looked back in a daze as Hasukawa guided him in,
still lost in the transition. Before the door shut, however, he dropped
his supplies and burst back through the door and into the hall. "I
can't take it anymore!" he shouted, arousing a few rooms to open at the
clatter. Suka peeked out after him, a frown on his face.
"Shun-chan. . . ?"
"I love Hasukawa Kazuya!!" he screamed, running
down the hall. He shouted it again, drawing practically all of the
residents from their rooms. Blanching for a moment, he saw a few stares
go his way and once he turned to the right, the grins of both Mitsuru and
Shinobu.
"Yes?" he barely mumbled.
"We heard," Mitsuru said plainly.
"Way to go, Hasukawa. At least you can't get
him pregnant." Shinobu patted him on the shoulder, murmurs floating up and
down the hallways.
"Um," Suka scratched his head, leaning against
the door frame as Shun came running back, a fairly
satisfied grin on his face. "Well, I know what I have to do,
now."
What happens next? :
[The mega-happy ending.] – Go
to Chapter Twenty-Eight (
[The humorous, yet happy
ending, too.] – Go to Chapter Forty-Eight
(48)