Haha! Ok, so this isn't a real fic filled with any kind of effort. It was an experiment where I write and write without stopping... XD

It was a fun experiment, so I'm happy with it. I'd love reviews anyway. XD

I still plan on continuing my fic with chapters, but this was just to keep me going. ^^

Be sure to check out my other fics if you haven't, and definitely read the fics by others. They are awesome. X3

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David looked into Rush's eyes. They had been hanging out in the study talking about how boring it was now that there was no dangerous adventure that might end in the destruction of Athlum. Rush had decided to take his seat and scoot up right beside him. It was almost impossible to avoid eye contact. As soon as David looked at Rush there was a feeling he couldn't explain. It was light, and made him feel rather nauseous. He wondered if he had eaten something rotten that morning...But those thoughts were squelched when Rush put his hand on David's forehead.

"Dave you don't look so well, but I don't think it's a fever."

"That's good to know Rush," David said as he lightly brushed Rush's hand away.

"Hey, Dave. Maybe you're just working too much. I think it might be a little too hot in here," Rush said with a light smile.

David quivered at Rush's smile, and hoped that perhaps Rush was right. Perhaps the heat was getting to him. It made perfect sense.

"Perhaps. I think I'll retire to my chambers. I do not feel well at all."

David started to stand, and Rush decided to take that moment to stand as well. They both stopped when they noticed they were about to collide. They were facing each other, with their faces inches apart. The heat was rising. Considering both of their faces were flushed. Of course, that was David's inner reasoning.

Unfortunately, his reasoning at this moment was a lot like Rush's reasoning whenever he saw Irina in the grasps of an enemy. It just wasn't working...

They inched closer. David could feel Rush's breath on his lips. And then it happened. Again. Their eyes locked. There was something so foreign in Rush's eyes, but after a few seconds of thinking, he realized he must have the same expression on his face, for he felt something inside of him that he didn't think was possible. He felt a strange sense of lust. As if he wanted to take Rush and slam him against his desk and have him right then and there. Of course, Rush beat him to it.

David found himself being firmly held against Rush's body. One of Rush's hands in his hair, and the other held tightly around his waist. Rush was quick and demanding. His tongue deeply entangled with David's. Rush began lowering him onto the desk, lifting him so that his full body was in perfect range.

In response to Rush's heated body pressing up to his, David wrapped his legs around Rush's waist.

Rush was completely on top of David, his tongue still working the inside of David's mouth. Giving slight moans as his hands roamed through the Marquis' hair, thigh, and waist. David's arms wrapped around Rush's shoulders for support.

Rush removed his lips from David's at last. Leaving them both to pant heavily. However, he felt hungry for David once more and began making a trail of kisses down the Marquis' neck. In response, David let out a soft moan. Rush began to gently suck on David's neck, making the Marquis shiver.

They were so caught up in their actions they didn't hear the door open. Or see the shocked expression adorning Emmy's face. Nor did they see her expression soften in an understanding manner.

Then of course they didn't hear the door close as she left once more.

They may never know that made sure no one was to enter the study for the next few hours. They may never know indeed.