Duende

Misaki Ryou stared at his FMD listlessly. He didn’t feel like logging into “The World.” There were many pressing issues, but the motivation wasn’t there. Too much nervous energy bottled up inside, demanding an outlet.

The teen ran his fingers through his short, russet locks and mussing them further. Despite his log time in “The World,” Ryou was fairly active. He had a life outside the internet, though it degraded not long after Shino went into the coma and he became obsessed with Tri-Edge.

I’m not sure working, exercising, visiting Shino and school count as much of a life. Ryou thought ruefully. No friends outside of school, no family members nearby and I live alone. I’m going stir crazy! Damnit! I need to get outta here!

The teen flopped back in the swivel chair, head resting on the back and stared up at the ceiling. The only light came from his FMD, since he tended to keep the room dark when he played to avoid distractions. Impatience burned in his belly, the brunette teen baring his teeth in frustration. He grabbed his cell from the desktop without shifting positions, holding it up in front of his face and scrolling with his thumb.

Alkaid doesn’t even live on the mainland…I don’t think I can take Atoli’s company…Gaspard in Hokkaido, too and I don’t feel like playing cards… He ignored most of the people’s numbers that didn’t participate in “The World.” He only trusted a handful of people and they had yet to prove their loyalty to him, so they weren’t worth his time. The thumb paused; the name highlighted pulsing softly in the dim light.

Kuhn.

Ryou winced a little at the sudden giddy swirl of butterflies braving the inferno in his stomach. The older man was always working, online or at mixed parties. His gaze flicked to the time.

Barely eight. Tomorrow’s Sunday, so no school or work. Maybe he isn’t doing anything. I remember him saying he’s visiting Tokyo…I don’t know for how long, though.

His thumb hesitated, not used to initiating conversations this way. A greeting card was easiest and didn’t require much effort on his part. When he got a new one, Kuhn was the first to receive it.

I don’t even know his real name. We’re not that close in real life…

Not that Ryou didn’t want to be, quite the contrary. The thought of the blue-haired Steam Gunner sent gooseflesh gliding up his arms.

“Damnit!” He growled, thumb tapping Kuhn’s e-mail. I’m getting worked up for nothing. Just cause dude hangs out with me in the game, doesn’t mean he’ll want to while he’s here. With almost a thousand girls in his phone…

“GRAH!” Long digits mussed his hair, tangling in his bangs in agitation. The guy’s a lady’s man! He’s not attracted to me like that! I shouldn’t be attracted to him like that! This bites.

The e-mail window stayed open, steady and patient through the teen’s mental battle. He huffed angrily, deciding it didn’t matter one way or another. He wanted to hang out with the guy. If Kuhn accepted, all well and good. If not…Ryou’d just go run.

“It’s not like I’m confessing again.” He muttered softly, thumb a blur as it typed out an invite.
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Kasumi Tomonari watched Saeki Reiko pace in her kitchen as she made tea. He was a little bemused by the whole situation, being invited to Tokyo to visit a woman who wouldn’t even give him her number. He had a feeling this was more of an apology for holding as many things back from him as she did during desperate times.

Her cat, Pi, brushed around Reiko’s legs as she moved; seeming content to just be near the woman. He’d only been in town for an hour and she was already apologizing for having to leave him to his own devices when CC Corp called her in.

She’s not nearly as busty as her PC. The glasses are dead on, but she keeps her hair too short. I wonder if it’s to save time when getting ready? It’s obvious she dyed her hair black. Does she worry about fitting in? The tall man smiled in amusement when Pi tripped Reiko, encouraging her to curse. “I coulda sworn you were a control-freak, Reiko-san. Why do you have a cat? They’re usually not obedient.”

“I have a cat because I like cats. They’re independent and don’t need walks.” She glanced back; dark bangs brushing the line of her jaw. There was weariness in the blue eyes, as if she wasn’t sure discussing her private life was the correct course of action. “Pi’s just not used to men.”

She set a teacup on the table and crossed her arms, falling into a stance that Tamonari was more than familiar with from “The World.” “I assume you can amuse yourself for the time being?”

“I’m sure I can find something.” He said gravely, a smile teasing his mouth once more. He wasn’t going to mention that he knew quite a few women in the Tokyo Prefecture to keep him company if he so chose.

“Ok. Remember: No parties, no guests, be sure to fold the sheets when you’re done. Don’t make a mess in my bathroom, clean the shower room after use, and put the lid back down.” She fished a Death Grunty keychain from her pocket and handed it to the blonde. “Don’t forget to lock up when you leave. Pi has plenty of food and water, so you don’t have to worry about here. There’s nothing to really cook with, so you’ll be better off visiting the Seven-Eleven for some Oden. Be careful on the streets: Gei-jin sailors are everywhere. We’ve been having issues with them as of late.”

“Oooh…American women.” Tomonari cooed, earning an exasperated look from Keiko.

“Don’t get your hopes up. They’ve misconceptions of Nihon-jin men. Can you even speak English?”

“Be-ry goood, Ai can.” The tall man joked, giving her the sign for Victory. Azure eyes rolled and she crossed the living area with long strides, not an ounce of movement wasted.

“Good luck with that, Kasumi-san.” She called over the shoulder of her tailored navy blue suit.

“Zanks.” He replied, watching her step into her heels and slip out the door. It closed with a gentle click, leaving a sad Pi sitting on the genkan. The silence was strange and he glanced around at the barely lived in apartment. He contemplated his next move when Silly-Go-Round burst into life from his jeans pocket.

He pulled it out, tapping the screen to life and smiling at the unexpected surprise.

To: Kuhn
From: Haseo
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Subject: Bored
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You’re in town, right? I’m bored. Do you want a tour or something?

The blonde rubbed the back of his neck, feeling oddly pleased that the Rogue would ask anything of him outside the game. The teen was hard to talk to in the game, but surprisingly chatty during e-mails. He’d been looking forward to meeting the boy online more and more; to where it disappointed him a great deal with Haseo did something without him.

It was to the point where girls were merely a distraction from the Rogue’s absence. The older man had a sneaking suspicion what was developing, but didn’t want to face it quite yet. Haseo hadn’t shown any interest in him other then Greeting Cards. The fact that Tomonari lived on the West coast of Japan and the Rogue on the East wasn’t really that important.

Hell it isn’t. If we lived closer, I probably would have met him by now. Tomonari thought a little irritated. Wait…

To: Haseo
From: Kuhn
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Subject: Re: Bored
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Did you have someplace in mind?

The young man leaned back with a frown, leaning his elbow on the table as he stared at his phone. Does he even get out? I know he’s in school…He doesn’t seem the kind to do anything social. Hell, beyond the Brigade, he was a solo player.

His phone went off again.

To: Kuhn
From: Haseo
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Subject: Roppongi
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There’s always something going on there, as long as you don’t mind the foreigners.


To: Haseo
From: Kuhn
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Subject: Re: Roppongi
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That’s fine. Where do you wanna meet?


To: Kuhn
From: Haseo
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Subject: Baskin Robins
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There’s one on the east exit of the Hibiya Line. Be there in an hour?


To: Haseo
From: Kuhn
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Subject: Re: Baskin Robins
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Sure.

The mocha colored eyes looked down at the phone as an onigiri bowed to him with a cheery, “Mail sent!” message above its head. The tall man grinned, setting his phone on the table as he went to find some clothes.
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I feel like a damn nervous school girl on her first date. Damnit! Why the hell am I early! I won’t even know what he looks like! Oh, hell! Ryou fidgeted, shifting from foot to foot. He had to fight the urge to tug at his hair. The russet strands were arranged much like his PC’s third forms, more of a coincidence than anything.

He probably shouldn’t have worn the black combat boots, but they were all he had aside from school and running shoes. The black jeans were a little loose over his legs, various pockets all over the thighs with a silver chain dangling from the left back to his belt loop. A silver button up shirt with scarlet and gold flames circled the hem, the back decorated with a black scythe. The shirt was a gift from Alkaid, though Ryou never had a reason to wear it before. He felt odd, exposed standing there. As if everyone was looking at him.

Of course, everyone was looking at him. The females were the majority, which wouldn’t be a surprise if Ryou had been more social. He was just barely average height at five-five, completion barely kissed by the sun and sunset colored eyes. His bare arms were slim, but fit; giving hint to the condition of the rest of his body.

The crimson gaze slid through the crowd restlessly, falling on a tall man approaching. He couldn’t say what it was about him, but Ryou instinctually knew it was Kuhn and strode forward to meet him. His heart was beating so hard; he could time it from the rhythm it beat against his rib cage. He wanted to scrub his hands on his jeans to be rid of the nervous sweat that gathered on his palms. The teen settled for tucking them into his pockets.

Kuhn had dirty blonde hair that refused to lay flat. It was parted to the left, the strands left to tumble about his face. There was a soft smile twisted on his thin lips, reminding the brunette of the man’s PC. The brown eyes were wide and warm, like hot chocolate, reflecting the older man’s good mood easily.

He wore simple blue jeans and leather boots, a faded blue and yellow plaid shirt open to reveal a black T-shirt. Ryou bite back a smirk when he recognized three silhouettes across the chest of a mime, ninja and hamburger titled cholesterol with bold letters beneath proclaiming “the silent killers.”

“Oosu! Am I underdressed?” He asked, voice a little deeper than online. He was only a head taller than Ryou, which made him wince mentally. He hated being short.

“Yes.” The teen stated bluntly, hands fisting in his pockets. He couldn’t believe how tempted he was to pull the tall Kuhn into a hug or any excuse just to touch him. This was a bad idea.“I suppose it won’t matter for you.”

“What’s that?” The older man asked, amused.

“You could walk out in clothes from the last century and girls would probably still attack.” Ryou replied, a thin brow arching as if daring Kuhn to dispute him. The twenty year old gave a barking laugh, shaking his head in silent denial. “Misaki Ryou.”

“Kasumi Tomonari.” White teeth flashed as he grinned. “So, Ryou-san. Where are we going?”

“Yellow fine?” The brunette spat out thoughtlessly. He could remember a couple of guys at school talking about it. It was a short walk, shorter by subway.

“Yellow sounds good.”
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Ryou never felt so out of place. The techno music was too loud and the colored lights wild. Smoke, alcohol, strong perfume and sweat clung to the air, making the High Schooler want to gag. It was hot, almost sweltering, with so many gyrating bodies on the floor.

The club was in full swing and Tomonari was already surrounded by the various female species that prowled the streets. A couple of thickly made up Manbas purred on the older man’s arm, bleach hair standing out against the dark tanned skin and white powder markings on the bridge of her nose and around her eyes. Cocogyaru covered in the latest labels and with their tiny purses laughed and brushed against him. There was even a Himegyaru in her simple dress, pearls and large beehive hair with twisting locks fighting for the man’s attention.

Not surprisingly, they’d gathered the procession as they’d walked down the street. Misaki had been forced to follow behind the gaggle, not having a chance to really talk and get to know the visiting Steam Gunner.

Which left Ryou to sit at the table and sigh, staring at the Moscow Mule Tomonari had shoved into his grip. He kept track of his rising temper as a B-gyaru, who looked as if she just stepped from an R&B poster, joined the fray. They all began to giggle hysterically at something the blonde said, a Manba reaching up and twirling the short tail at the base of Tomonari’s neck.

He glanced down at his drink, watching the alcohol swirl and the ginger ale bubble and wondered what the hell he was doing. Kasumi was just a table away; he might as well still be in the Ishikawa Prefecture.

Idiot. What did you expect? Dude attracts women like a Thai prostitute does sailors. Idiot. The teen groused and took a sip from the drink, not sure what to think of the vodka, ginger ale and lime mixture. He winced a little, wondering if Kasumi realized he was underage.

He’d only spoken to a few girls since they’d been there, just friendly overtures to the tag-along friend. It didn’t take much for Ryou to chase them off with a few well-placed barbs. They didn’t interest him and they sure as hell weren’t interested in him. They just wanted to get close to Tomonari and like hell he would help them. He was tired and in a nasty mood.

If this happened in the world, at least I could just go to another area. All the bars are the damn same. Can’t hear yourself think, too crowded and smell like crap.

Of course, the teen knew it all stemmed from jealousy. He wanted them OFF Kuhn and he wanted them OFF NOW. The nervous flutter and restlessness was replaced with smoldering rage and surprising need. His jeans were a little tighter in the crotch from watching the other man gesture and smile. His fingers had set off a flush of warmth when they’d brushed against Ryou’s, making the boy glad that the lighting made it difficult to see.

Thirty minutes till midnight. I’d rather not be stuck here till five a.m. or have to shell out for a taxi.

The brunette pulled out his phone, typing out a quick mail.

To: Kuhn
From: Haseo
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Subject: Busy
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I’ll leave you to your harem. I’m gonna head back. By the time I reach the subway, the last train will leave. Have fun.

The teen stood, scooting in his chair as he edged around the crowd and towards the door. His phone vibrated in his hand and he paused, leaning against the wall to read it.


To: Haseo
From: Kuhn
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Subject: Re: Busy
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Wcit i get lotr with oo help

Ryou’s brow furrowed for a moment, wondering just how smashed the older boy was. He rubbed the back of his neck, thinking of the message and snorted, knowing that ever female that hung on him would be more than pleased to show him the JR Station. At the least, they’d try to take him home with them. Like a stray dog just begging for a home. The teen snickered, imagining the older man as a Golden Retriever, goofy grin and all.

A hand rested on the teen’s shoulder, nearly causing him to jump out of his skin. He jerked his head around to see Tomonari standing beside him. A chill ran up the boy’s spin and he had to fight a silly grin from touching his normally stoic features. Not being able to resist, he did grab the larger hand and lead the older man from the club, relishing the feel.
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No matter how many mixed drinks the women plied him with, Tomonari had felt the annoyed waves emitting from his friend the entire time. The girls easily ignored them, focusing on trying to keep the blonde’s interest. It was a little disturbing to be the center of attention by everyone except the person he wanted to talk to.

It was a mixed blessing that the brunette didn’t try to chase them away. As disappointing as it was to be ignored by the expressionless teen, he had the rest of the night to look forward to with the boy when they left the club. Ryou would have met his match in a group of girls bent on getting a boyfriend, or at least laid.

Now his hand was tucked into a smaller, warmer one. It was hard not to be entertained by the situation, a twenty-four-year old saved by a high school student. It was hard not be amused by everyone at the moment. He was pleasantly sloshed; mind a comfortable blank slate. The cold air slapped him hard, but did nothing to clear the alcohol induced stupor.

Ryou went to release his hand, but Tomonari stubbornly held onto it. The teen glanced back, a weary look in his scarlet eyes. Tomonari gave a goofy grin as answer, tousling the russet hair affectionately. The Rogue brushed off the hand, looking properly miffed.

“How much did you have to drink? I thought you were just sating your harem.” Misaki demanded, resuming his path through the crowded walk towards the station.

“They kept buyin’ meh drinksss.” The man complained petulantly, lips tugged into an exaggerated frown. It trembled and turned up into his normal smile. He vaguely noticed they were going down an escalator. “Good lookin’ out, Hasheo.”

“Ryou.” The brunette corrected as they stepped up to the turnstile that led into the station. The teen scratched the back of his head lightly and tugged at his hand. “I need to be alone to go through, Tomonari-san.”

“Ahh, come on Hasheo. Just Tomonari.” The blonde corrected, letting go of the hand to pull out his cell. He passed it over the sensor and took up the Rogue’s hand on the other side, allowing him to lead them through the throng.

They boarded the train and Kasumi blanked out, just happy to hold onto Ryou’s hand and leave him charge. On the third stop, they exited with the pile with a chant of Kasumigaseki station… in the background in a falsely pleasant voice.

“This isn’t Tokyo.” Kasumi pointed blurrily, tired as the alcohol fizzed a lullaby in his veins.

“We’re transferring trains…calm down. Damn. You make me wonder if you ever used trains before. You did use the subway to get to Roppongi, right?” Haseo grumbled as he led him through the maze station.

“I had a woman help me.” The blonde admitted; blushing at the mildly agitated look Ryou threw back at him.

Two turnstiles later and the pair crammed into the train as the bell sounded, signaling its impending departure. Big crowds never did bother the tall blonde, so he merely settled in a corner, his hand having been forced from his friend’s. The train started, the crowd swaying easily to remain balanced in the throng. Business suits, party clothes, girls in school uniforms and older people clashed together in a entrancing dance to remain standing and not throw one another off.

“Ginza. Ginza Station. The exit is on the right. Please be careful while exiting the train.”

Kasumi’s eyes snapped open, the familiar litany calling him from his stupor. The doors opened and the majority of the crowd began to tumble out. The brown eyes snapped to Ryou, who was caught in the throng and about to be swept from the train. Heedless of the people between them, Tomonari’s arm snapped out and latched onto Ryou’s. The older man yanked him through the mass, knocking a few people back. Screams and curses erupted, but Kasumi ignored them, pressing Misaki against the wall and leaning over him protectively.

“You should be more careful.” The brown eyes were dark, looking down into the startled scarlet. The teen flushed slightly, averting his eyes.

“I would’ve been fine. I didn’t need any help.” He grumbled, voice barely audible over the drone in the car. “Tokyo’s next.”
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Ryou’s heart was still pounding from Tomonari’s behavior. Of course, it’d felt great to have that lean body pressed against his. More than the teen would like to admit. The only discouraging factor of their proximity was the reek of the club clung to their clothing and hair. He was sure it was permeated into their very pores.

Kuhn’s a walking temptation. I thought he was going to kiss me back there! The brunette thought, body heating up at the thought. He would have kissed back, too. There was no telling what he would do with the older boy given the chance. “Calling a cab?”

“Nope.”

The Rogue turned, brow raised in question. Does he plan on walking? “Walking?”

“Nope.” The blonde repeated pleasantly, body swaying slightly.

“How the hell do you expect to get back to where you’re staying?” He snapped, patience spent.

“I forgot Pi’s address.” There was a pause and the blonde head rolled on the long neck until he was looking up at the starless sky. “Got the key, though. Not that it’ll do me much good.”

Misaki gaped at the man before pressing his palm against his forehead to ward off an approaching headache. “Damn. You’ve got to be kidding.”

Images of the lean man in his apartment, sprawled on a futon nude flashed through the teen’s mind. He blushed furiously, turning his back to the tall man. I shouldn’t…I shouldn’t…Just because I imagine it, doesn’t mean it’ll happen. “You’re welcome to stay at my place.”

Sudden weight flopped onto his shoulders, long arms wrapping about his neck. He yelped and fought the urge to throw the Steam Gunner over his shoulder. “Thank you, Haseo!”

“It’s Ryou!”
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They stepped into the apartment a twenty-minute walk latter. Tomonari toed off his boots, glancing around the kitchen area. There were only two doors. One went to Ryou’s room, he was sure. The other was probably to the laundry/toilet/shower area. Misaki breezed past him, opening the door to the left and confirming the guess. A small washer with a dryer above it was revealed. A sliding door was to the right and a folding clear door to the left, shielding the toilet and shower respectively.

“Go ahead and get comfortable.” Ryou said through a yawn.

Tomonari did as he was bid without comment, taking in his surroundings as he opened the last door. The evidence of careful control was evident all around the one bedroom apartment. It was bare, being more of a place of convenience than a home. The desk was the most decorated feature, where books were piled, papers in neat stacks, computer equipment carefully placed with extra cord coiled and tied.

Ryou slipped past, popping a few strawberries into his mouth before opening the closet. He pulled two futon mattresses from the shelf, laying them out in the small room. He piled blankets and pillows on top, sighing as he stretched.

“Small place.” Kasumi commented, blinking lazily. The alcohol was fading from his system already, leaving him only a bit fuzzy.

“They’re rented out to college and high school students. Decently priced.” He informed the young man, unbuttoning his shirt to reveal the wife beater beneath. He wrinkled his nose, detesting the stench of cigarettes and booze. He emptied his pockets onto the table and stripped down to boxers. “I’m gonna start a load. I’ll do yours too, if you’d like. Best part about this place is the dryer. We don’t have to wait for your stuff to dry outside.”

“Thanks. What can I wear?” He asked through a yawn, shrugging off his plaid and dragging the tee over his head. Ryou dropped the wife beater and board shorts when he noticed the man stripping, turning scarlet.

“Wait for me to get outta the damn room first!” He sputtered, brushing past to leave a bemused Tomonari in his wake.

The shower burst to life in the next room and Kasumi tossed his clothing in the washer along with Ryou’s. He stood by the shower room in his boxers, not wanting to get into bed clothing before he rinsed off. He watched the silhouette of the Rogue’s body move, the hands caressing the went body to spread the soap.

The older man felt the urge to open the door and join the boy, wanting to like the pale skin and dig his fingers in the auburn locks. He dragged a finger up and down his hardening length through the fabric, mind lost in images of a bare Ryou at his disposal.

The water shut off and the sudden silence snapped Kasumi back to the real world. He watched Misaki towel off and dress, stepping out from the steaming room. The Steam Gunner held the clothing in front of his arousal, shifting to give the teen some room.

“Start the washer when you’re done.” He ordered sleepily, hanging the towel on a hook on the door before disappearing into his room.

Tomonari shook his head as he stripped and stepped into the shower room. He’s too young. Not to mention a guy. I shouldn’t be wanting to jump a boy.
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Kasumi stepped into the bedroom in a loose shirt and shorts, a little surprised to see the brunette sleeping at his desk. His head was pillowed in the crook of an arm, his other hanging at his side. The blonde shook his head, amused at the sight of such a relaxed Ryou.

He dropped the towel on the floor beside the futon, striding over and scooping up the smaller boy. The teen was all wire and muscle, a little heavier than he was expecting. He cuddled Ryou close to his chest, enjoying the warmth that spilled from the bare skin. He laid the Rogue out on the futon, brushing a few wayward strands from the teen’s forehead lovingly.

Misaki looked so defenseless, softer than when he was awake. The vulnerability inside such a person that often overreached his abilities for others was alluring to the tall man. The sacrifices he made were amazing for one so young and alone. His pride took beatings throughout his adventures in “The World”, but it didn’t stop Haseo from his ultimate goal of saving the Lost Ones. Ryou had gained his enmity, pity, grudging respect, friendship and trust in such a short span of time. Would he stop playing when his task was complete? Where would that leave Kasumi?

Tomonari didn’t want to think of a time that he wouldn’t have the Rogue within arms reach.

It was the drink that had to make him feel this way. He was planning on sticking to that excuse, too. So the Steam Gunner stared down at the sleeping Rogue. The ruddy brows furrowed together for a beat in bother, but smoothed out again, lips slightly parted.

Just one. If he wakes up…well, I’ll worry about that when it happens. The older man thought pleasantly, leaning over the teen’s face. He watched the closed eyes intently, his tongue slipping out and edging the inviting lips tenderly. The boy’s warm breath brushed against the damp appendage lightly as it left a thin glistening film in its path.

Tomonari dipped it in further, tracing the teeth lightly until he found the tip of Ryou’s tongue between them. The faint taste of strawberries rode the brunette’s exhale and it was hard to hold back from delving into the dark maw and seeking its secrets.

His heart was pounding hard against his ribs, lips brushing against the still moist ones. The teen stirred beneath him and Tomonari pulled back, guilty and surprised. Sunset colored eyes fluttered open, focusing on brown. Ryou’s tongue ran over his lips thoughtlessly, confusion clear.

“Ah…Sorry…” The Steam Gunner went to pull away, but a hand threading through his free hair gave him pause. Ryou was scowling much like his PC and Tomonari wondered if the boy was going to overreact.

“Like hell you’re stopping now.” He growled, pulling the man close as he rose up to meet him halfway. His mouth slanted against the blonde’s, eagerness making up for the inexperienced and clumsy movements. Their tongues danced madly and Kasumi fought to take the lead from Misaki, guiding him into a slower, more sensual rhythm.

The taller man laid out beside the brunette, a leg insinuating itself between the teen’s easily to gently press against the hardening member barely shielded by boxers. He broke away from the kiss, nuzzling the narrow jaw and suckling the rapidly beating pulse just under the hot skin. Ryou panted softly, his digits tangling in his hair and playing at the nape of the strong neck. He began to raise his hips, unsure and nervous as his body tingled with every flicker tongue, rasp of teeth and teasing breath.

“Slow down…” Tomonari murmured against the feverish skin. “You’re always so eager…” He slid his hand up the wife beater, mildly surprised at how toned the younger man was. The blonde was hard and lean, but he could trace the indentions along the abs on Misaki. “Taking your time isn’t so bad…”

Ryou growled at that, but tried to calm his limbs. He wanted to writhe beneath the seeking fingers, the calloused tips catching on the soft skin of his stomach. Kasumi left wet trails along his throat, retracing them with warm air until he found the lips hungry and waiting. They slanted together, opening wide and exploring before the Steam Gunner pulled away.

The Rogue scowled, not liking to be teased in the least. The long tongue slipped out and parted the brunette’s lips, beseeching coyly. Ryou tried to master his eagerness and met the blonde’s appendage with his own. They rubbed against one another gently, circling and savoring. Misaki was distracted just enough to not notice the man’s hand slip into his boxers until it brushed against his sensitive head.

The teen jerked his head back in surprise, crimson eyes wide. The chocolate ones above him watched, half-lidded as the hand traced his length and pressed against the slit. The long fingers glided along the smooth shaft, through the smmoth coat and cupped the sack lightly. Ryou trembled and fidgeted under the soft touch, expression impatient and mollified at the same time.

“Stop playing, damnit!” He gasped, tightening his hold. He couldn’t believe this was happening. It always went differently in his mind, being in control and having Kuhn on his knees. The teen couldn’t formulate anything in his mind resembling a response. He felt gawky and unsure, hesitating to respond enough to take initiative. “You’re driven’ me nuts!”

“Don’t fight it. If you rush me, I could hurt you. Are you sure you wanna do this?” The man asked, taking in the flushed features and glassy eyes. He was ready to go. He couldn’t believe what he was doing. He’d blame it on the alcohol, but it wasn’t even affecting him anymore. Ryou had burned away the buzz, being far headier in taste, scent and feel.

The taller man smiled widely at the Haseo-scowl he received for such a question. He nibbled the exposed column of throat, starting to move down the slender body beneath him. Teeth plucked at the hard nubs still cloaked in clothe, riding the high from the teen’s moans. He nuzzled the hem above the belly button, tonguing the hole as his hands held the hips still. His thumbs massaged the sensitive area around the pelvis, making them lift and press more firmly against his touch.

The blonde carefully slid the boxers down the hard thighs, exposing the hard phallus to hungry eyes. The brunette shifted and whimpered almost inaudibly, making Tomonari’s mouth water and stomach burn with need.

He’s so innocent. All he needs is a little attention and his tough guy attitude flies out the window. He’s probably never even been with a girl like this before. Kasumi felt a little guilty at that, but it was more a buzz at the back of his mind. It was hard to think of anything but the Rogue with the gyrating hips and weeping manhood just a few beats away.

Ryou was about to demand that he get on with it, when Tomonari’s sweltering mouth embraced his head. His back arched, shoving the phallus deeper as his fingers still caught in the smooth threads tightened.

“Oh, my—!” Ryou bit off whatever else he wanted to say, head thrown back and russet hair rubbing against the futon. The talented tongue was teasing the slit, running circles about the swollen tip and the suction driving him mad. He collapsed when Kasumi pulled away, mind too hazy to complain. Liquid heat dragged down the shaft, warm breath nuzzling the tightening sack gently. His hands were disengaged from the warm locks, and he twisted them in the futon cover below him restlessly.

The first thing the Steam Gunner noticed was that Misaki took careful pains to keep trimmed. There was so little that Ryou actually had control of, in and out of “The World”. The older man had a strong desire to unravel more of the teen’s control. To make him cry out in abandon, whimper in pleasure and clutch him close.

The blonde moved between the legs, pressing the long legs up and apart, giving him access to the tight hole sheltered between firm cheeks. He dipped his tongue into the crinkle, hearing the teen’s breath hitch above him. He teased the opening delicately, letting the thighs fall as he brought his hands closer so he could begin to stretch the boy.

“Relax.” He soothed from his position, blood pounding thickly through his veins. It was curious on how calm he acted when he wanted to plunge into the heat and sate his needs. It was probably Ryou’s past experiences, always ready to expect betrayal and carelessness that held him at bay. If there was on thing Tomonari excelled in, it was thinking of others.

Especially ones he cared about.

“Kuhn—!” He yelped as a wet digit wiggled into his ass. The pressure was a shock, discomforting enough to call him from the ecstasy shrouding his thoughts. “GAH!”

“I know…just tolerate it a little. If you don’t want to, just say so.” He murmured as he alternated between licking the hole and nibbling the inner thigh lightly. He actually didn’t know. The Rogue would be the first male he’d ever seduced and most likely the last. He coaxed the hole to widen with two fingers, listening to the chocked gasps. He bit his lip, trying to curb his haste. He suckled the sack lightly, fondling the rigid hard on with his free hand to distract the teen. . He grabbed the lotion from its place on the desk, applying it liberally as he worked. He deemed the hole ready and pulled away, shucking his shirt and boxers before covering the teen’s body with his.

The discomfort that had been working at his hole had subsided and he was curious why. He’d come to actually enjoy the slow ministrations and the actions that came along with it. Though it hadn’t been euphoric, it had still held pleasure in the play and he was loathe having it end before he was ready.

Ryou looked up with blurry vision, taking in the vision of the naked Tomonari lustfully. He wanted to taste and test the firm body, explore it thoroughly as his had been. He reached up and circled his arms around the back, nuzzling the neck and suckling the throat and eliciting a pained moan from the older man. He felt something press against his entrance and wiggled his hips, trying to coax it in. A large hand pressed against his pelvis, silently demanding him to be still.

“Don’t rush me.” Kasumi rasped, cinnamon eyes closing as he attempted to regain his composure. “I’ll hurt you.” Ryou groaned in impatience, but did as asked. It was hard not to listen to someone with more experience. “Last chance.”

“Damnit, Kuhn!” He growled and shifted his hips roughly, impaling his ass on the rigid phallus. Pain tore through his mind and he gritted his teeth, head thrown back. He tried to pull away, but Tomonari followed him down, not going deeper but not allowing his cock to fall out of the home it’d found.

“Damnit, Haseo. What the hell did I tell you?” He chided, kissing the cheeks, the lips, the eyelids and nose lightly. He acted nonchalant, but his head thundered and body pulsed with need. The cavern was hot and tight, clutching and rejecting him alternately. He wanted to be buried in the scalding heat, to taste the mouth below him as he spilled his seed. “I’m the party leader. Would it be so bad to listen for once?”

He received a glare for his words, the teen not pleased. Tomonari teased the lips open with his tongue, distracting his randy urges with the sweet taste of strawberries and Ryou. He waited for the shorter boy to quiet and pulled away just enough to look down at the crimson eyes.

“I’m gonna start moving. It’s not gonna feel good at first, but it’ll get better.” He murmured against the kiss swollen lips. The Rogue moaned, digging his nails lightly into the exposed back as the topping man began to slowly pump in and out of the tight channel. Ryou kept immobile, panting softly as scarlet eyes remained locked on mocha.

It didn’t take long for the ass to warm to the invader and Tomonari began to adjust his angle, searching for the prostate. He found it, striking dead on before grinding past and shocking a cry of pleasure from the boy. They were lost in the sensations of one another, the searing heat of flesh slapping flesh, heavy breathing and barely contained groaning whimpers.

Ryou pressed his heels into the Steam Gunner’s ass, digging dull nails into the muscles along the man’s back. His cock flopped against his stomach with each stroke Tomonari did, a sticky string of pre-cum stretching from his stomach to the slit. His body was too hot against Kasumi’s, the older man’s musk making his head reel. A fine film of sweat had broke out over their flesh, some dripping from the blonde’s temple and onto the boy below him. Their mouths constantly crushed together, Ryou suckling the man’s tongue greedily.

Tomonari grabbed onto the aching phallus, making butterflies burst into action in the teen’s cramping stomach. He gave a muffled cry of pleasure, the blonde knowing exactly where to press and tease, milking out the pleasure without giving actual release. The constant battering his prostate took only intensified the feeling of toeing near the line.

Sparks burst in his vision, eyes welling up with tears as he bowed off the floor. His mouth opened wide, strangled cries barely escaping as he slipped off the edge. Muscles tensing and releasing, sweat pouring from his body, roaring in his ears as his world centered around the blonde hammering into his wanton body.

His release sprayed across his still clad chest and across his throat like pearly lace. Kasami’s climax followed as he continued to pump out the thick fluid. He groaned loudly, trembling as his hips rocked against clutching ass and emptied his seed into the constricted depths and grinded against the battered prostate. He watched tears leak from the corners of the crimson orbs, mixing with the auburn strands and turning them darker shades.

Kuhn’s name would have slipped past his mouth in a hoarse cry, but the blonde’s mouth latched against his. The taller man easily fit over the bowed body; drinking the cries he milked from the smaller body.

Misaki’s body relaxed and settled back against the futon, the pair continuing to feed off each other’s mouth. The frenzied mating of their tongues gradually slowed, Kasumi still grating his hips against Ryou’s. Tomonari broke the kiss, staring down at the bruised, ruddy lips of his now lover.

He fingered the russet hair thoughtlessly, chocolate eyes searching the scarlet ones for hint of the teen’s mood. The awkward silence stretched and Kasumi became seriously worried that he’d either hurt or alienated the Rogue. Yes, he had given the teen plenty of chances to back out. However, Tomonari was the adult (technically speaking) and had an unfair advantage in making their actions hard to resist.

“Did I hurt you?” He finally grated out, throat sore as if he’d been screaming though not a sound had escaped. He tried to halt his hips, but it was hard to not want to allow his cock to remain inside the inviting ass. The older man was concerned of the mess that would follow when he disengaged from the boy.

“A little.” The brunette admitted slowly, body feeling sluggish. He hadn’t felt so relaxed in living memory. It was something about Tomonari that affected him like that. It made him so comfortable and safe. The Steam Gunner that would sacrifice himself to save a Rogue from a fatal mistake. Someone who believed in justice in its purest of forms and would bend over backwards to ensure it was dealt accordingly.

Misaki was more honest with his feelings than Kasumi. He loved the blonde.

The tall man winced but Ryou allowed his lips to form a sensual smile to cross his face, eyes heavily hooded. The blonde ignored the urge to gulp, leaning down to capture the lips in a slow kiss, as if he could imprint the memory of such a look through touch.

“Nothing lasting?” The man asked when he pulled back. Ryou shook his head; brow rising as Kasumi sighed in relief and grabbed the towel. He cleaned the boy’s chest best he could and pulled out. He cleaned both of them thoroughly, tossing the dirty towel in the corner afterwards and turning off the lights.

He plopped down and dragged the boy close, who stiffened for a moment in surprise.

“You don’t regret it?” Kasumi asked after a few heartbeats.

“No. It felt good at the end like you said it would.” He pointed out drowsily, arms overlapping the long ones holding him. “It’ll feel that good next time, right?”

“Should.” Tomonari answered hesitantly, giddy that the boy wanted to repeat their play. He pressed his hips against the ass, the desire for the brunette beginning to rise again. Kasumi tried to clam down his boiling blood. If he took the boy again, so soon, Ryou’d be sore and most likely cranky in the morning. However… “I’m here for a week. Can I stay with you?”

Ryou spared a moment at the greedy want that was building inside him. To have the Steam Gunner at his fingertips for a week, to divulge his cravings for the pale flesh; it was too good to be true. If his ass didn’t ache from being stretched and battered, he’d be tempted to ask for a pinch to confirm reality. The thought of topping the blonde was enticing, but the appeal of being topped, goaded into release was even more so.

“Sure. We’ll get your stuff tomorrow.”

He trusted Tomonari explicitly and would bend over backwards if that would make him stay. The teen considered the possibility of seducing the man into taking him in the shower or over breakfast. There was a form of control in his position and he would take full advantage of it. If there was one thing about Misaki Ryou, it was that he didn’t do things halfway.
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A/N: Oh, my goodness! This story’s been in my head for days! It was actually Emikochan’s challenge that made me motivated to write it down. It’s actually my first fic where the sex was consensual and not brutal, twisted or purposely painful. I hope I still kept everyone entertained with it!


“Duende” means magnetism and charm, which I think the pair have an excess of when they’re together. At least…Kuhn has enough for both of them.

Uh…the girls (gyaru) I talked about can be Wikied or Googled. “Genkan” is the entryway where shoes and slippers are usually kept.

I think I made it a little too drawn out, but I wanted their transgression into sex to be gradual and believable. Unlike Ryou, Tomonari seems to be the one to think things out slowly and approach them from all angles until he’s sure he won’t be hurt. Alcohol helps, of course.

I like lengthy stories myself, but I know not everyone does. If you think that the beginning added nothing to the story, please tell me. Though I probably should have waited till I could read it over to post it. I have the same problem as Ryou…I lack patience.

I took some liberty with the physical features of Pi and Kasumi. I couldn’t get much since their real selves haven’t been illustrated where I can see. In Kasumi’s case, where I could tell what color his damn eyes are. They’re probably blue, knowing my luck. Anyway!

I might add something or I may not. The story is pretty concluded so I don’t think anyone’s feelings will be hurt if I don’t. I may turn it into a Haseo/Kuhn drabble collection. Heh.

If there’re any questions or concerns, ways you think I could improve this story, don’t hesitate to speak up.