Warm Milk

AN: I love the Zero boys! Is anyone else appalled by the lack of Zero boy fics? Anyway, thanks for reading. Reviews are always appreciated. ^^

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“This video game sucks,” Youji whined indignantly. He sat cross-legged on the floor, glaring at the characters on the TV screen with complete and utter disgust. His bandaged hands blankly pushed a few buttons on the controller. “This game really sucks.”

“Then why don’t you play something else?” Soubi offered without looking up from whatever it was he was doing.

The lilac-eyed boy groaned and shut off the game consol. “I don’t wanna play any games.”

“Can’t sleep?” Soubi inquired, knowing perfectly well that he was right.

Youji’s greenish cat ears sank, dejected. “Nagisa-sensei… hasn’t called.”

“I’m sorry… but you should probably consider yourself expelled, then.”

Zero’s sacrifice growled, downcast eyes wandering to the futon where his fighter slept peacefully. A pang of jealousy hit him. He wanted to sleep peacefully, too. Suddenly, a mug was slipped into his hands. Youji glared at the substance contained in the cup, then glared up at the blonde man standing over him.

“Warm milk?”

“It’ll help you sleep.” Soubi turned and disappeared down the hallway. “Just drink it.”

“Whatever,” Youji spat. He glared at the milk. Aw hell, what could it hurt? He took a gulp.

It tasted a little odd, but considering that his sense of taste was so dulled by the removal of his pain receptors, he thought very little of it. Soon, in fact, he had downed the whole cupful.

A strange warmth spread through his body. He felt relaxed, happy, and… well… damn good. Maybe there was something to this warm milk idea after all. The sacrifice stumbled to the futon (it was considerably harder to walk all of a sudden… why was the floor moving like that?) and snuggled into bed beside his fighter.

Natsuo smiled slightly in his sleep. Had the redhead always been this cute? Youji found one of his hands stroking the other boy’s cheek, the other rested on the curve of his hipbone.

The fighter’s eyelid fluttered, his shining green eye opening halfway. “Youji,” he whispered, smiling sleepily.

“You’re pretty,” the boy with violet eyes slurred, nuzzling into the other Zero’s neck. A light red coloured Natsuo’s cheeks. Youji loved his Nat-chan… his impish smile, his soothing voice, his smell, the way he looked in the little outfits he liked to wear… shirts baring his slightly toned midriff and his sharp yet beautifully formed collarbone, pants clinging wonderfully to his perfect, tight little ass and oh my god when did Youji get so horny?

“Yo-chan?” Natsuo whispered meekly, concerned by the odd expression on his sacrifice’s face. Absently, Youji’s fingers slid off the redhead’s hipbone and tangled in the soft fur of his tail. An intense heat was building in Youji’s groin, and the way his name was breathily whispered only served to add to it.

“I want you so bad, Nat-chan.” And that was the only warning given before the minty-haired boy had his fighter pinned to the futon, straddling him and chewing on his earlobe.

Natsuo was definitely awake now. He gasped in surprise, his body tensing. “Youji-chan…?”

“Yes…” Youji moaned, grinding his hardness roughly against Natsuo’s thigh. “I want to hear my name again…”

“Youji… what are you do—” He was harshly silenced by a pair of lips crashing against his own. At first, Natsuo was completely still, tense with shock. But when he felt his sacrifice’s hot tongue push into his mouth, he gave in, rocking his hips up and moaning into the kiss.

The sacrifice’s hand fumbled with the buttons on the redhead’s pajama top, while his other hand grabbed onto his tempting little ass. Gasping, Natsuo began to lick and suck at Youji’s neck as he vaguely felt his shirt being removed. Before either of the two realized, their clothes were thrown into piles on the wooden floor and they were a tangle of naked limbs.

“Touch me,” Youji commanded, his voice husky and dripping with desperation and lust. Natsuo quickly complied, sliding a hand down his sacrifice’s torso and giving his cock a hard squeeze. The Zero cried out, violet eyes rolling back in pleasure.

The redhead pumped his hand along Youji’s hardness. “Yo-chan… I want you inside me… please…”

And that was it. Youji flung Natsuo down onto his back with a harsh, animalistic desire. The sight before him was almost enough to make him come right then and there. Natsuo’s flushed skin glowed with a light dusting of sweat as his chest rose and fell with ragged breathing. His deep green eye was half-lidded and clouded with pure lust… his slightly parted lips glistened with saliva.

The sacrifice could stand it no longer. He spread Natsuo’s legs, thanking every know deity that their inability to sense pain meant no wasting of time, and pushed inside his fighter.

The Zeros became one, crying out simultaneously as their bodies pulsed with waves of immense pleasure. Knowing that Natsuo needed no time to adjust, Youji thrust hard into him, building a fast rhythm.

The redhead screamed as Youji hit just the right spot inside him. “Youji… harder…” The sacrifice increased the pace and thrust deeper, stroking Natsuo’s cock in rhythm, loving the moans and cries bursting from his fighter’s lips. His lower stomach tightened. He was close.

Natsuo ravaged Youji’s mouth as he came hard, the sacrifice’s name on his kiss-swollen lips. The sound of his fighter gasping his name in orgasmic bliss was enough to push Youji over the edge, and he came moments later, collapsing onto the redhead.

The two kissed slowly and gently, savouring the taste of the other’s lips.

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Early morning sunlight streamed through the window. Soubi got out of bed, yawning and stretching, and walked into the living room. The Zero boys were asleep on the futon, smiling slightly and earless.

Wait…

Earless?

The blonde man spun around. Yes, the Zero boy had lost their ears. Soubi couldn’t say he was completely surprised. He entered the kitchen, noticing a sheet of notebook paper sitting on the counter. Written in Natsuo’s messy scrawl was a note:

Soubi,
Could you please give Youji some more warm milk tomorrow night as well?
Natsuo.

Soubi sighed, glancing at the empty vodka bottle resting in the garbage can. “Maybe I gave him a little too much.”