They'd tried it before, many times actually, but it never seemed to work. Inui would start spouting data, or Kaidoh would hiss, and in the end someone would just get annoyed.
So now, they refrain from speaking, except for the bare minimum.
There'd be a touch of hands, that quick, sharp look, a crash of lips and grabbing his hair, glasses flying, pulling off the bandana and a groan - if it's allowed.
Kaidoh reached down, received the "Kaoru!" he'd been longing for, and continued the massacre.
Besides that one word, they didn't speak, but the two had long ago learnt that there was no need to speak. Silence held within it a million more words.
A kiss was more truthful than a percentage, a moan more telling than a hiss. And then a look - just one - was the cruellest way to be beautiful, because they could never get themselves to look away.
They didn't talk, but they didn't need to. And besides, Kaidoh thought, as his lover laid him down on the bed; Inui was one hell of a kisser.