More Loveless. This had a second part to it, but of course, with my luck—it got deleted. Luckily a friend of mine has the written copy, so I'll type that up once I see her. . ;.; till then, enjoy chapter 1! It originally was not a Kouya and Yamato fiction and had different names instead of theirs, so if there's a typo concerning thatignore. Thank you! Enjoy.

SexLess

The morning light—that gorgeous first few rays of sunlight that all the wonderful, famous writers describe as breathtaking or dazzling was anything but that this particular morning.

I, snuggled comfortably on my side of the bed, curled up in my tiny ball on my side closest to the window, growled when the blinding sunrays caught my eye. Yes—I growled. Like some sort of feral cat. It was loud enough to make a sleeping Kouya shift uncomfortably to stare at me—unsure of what to say to such a noise. I stared at her blankly for this. I, Yamato, had woken up in a feral sort of mood and not even my lover's gorgeous eyes could bring me out of my haze. The sun was currently burning a hole in my forehead. And I was hungry. No. Make that starved.

"Yamato. . .?" The timid, low voice beside me had an air of sleep around it. Kouya sounded just as frightened as I was disgruntled. I didn't usually growl first thing in the morning.
I turned away from her, blindly shifting my body with a barely audible, "huh?" towards the opposite side of the bed. With me, I tugged the covers like a cocoon around my waist. And I kept rolling; spreading out and moving along with my knees till—there was no more bed.

I barely had time to shriek, "Shit!" when I hit the floor and the covers that were still on the bed two seconds before, flew off like some magician taking off the curtain to his magical act. And I just let the blankets pool over my body; my nose scrunched up against the carpet of the floor. I didn't move from this position—feeling absolutely defeated already. A body shifted rather quickly above me.

"Yamato?!" I'm sure the growling and cussing scared her more than my flailing on the floor. The blankets were so graciously parted from my head, fingers raking softly through my scraggly, golden hair. "baby. . ."

I groaned, trying to shift away from her fingers, from the body that was hanging over my side of the bed to stare at my limp form on the ground. I was still playing up my anger from the night before. I barely remember our fight—it wasn't even a proper fight but I was feeling bitchy as I can sometimes be and explode over the slightest things. I'm the more feminine mind in this relationship, so of course I'm the one doing the overreacting. Unless Kouya is having an off day, or something. . .

"You're not still mad at me, are you?" She sounded pitiful and disbelief dripping from her voice. Like that would be utterly ridiculous if I were to answer with a yes.

But as I looked up into her bright-even-in-the-groggy-morning- eyes, I remembered exactly what had happened. It was an idea that I had come up with maybe a week ago. A rather torturous but brilliant idea. Even then, she had hated me for it. I had read in a book that week ago, something about taking away sex from a relationship to see how that couple would survive. If it ended badly or if either gave in too quickly, then revaluating the focus of the relationship would be a good thing to do. The longer that the abstinence lasts without bitterness and finding other enjoyable things to replace sex, the better it was.

I thought it was worth a shot. Kouya considered me insane at the very mention of 'no' and 'sex' in the same sentence. For the past week I had gotten some serious bitching about the subject. But I wasn't backing down. At night, instead of doing. . .things. . .I would make us watch TV or talk about anything but. . .things. Each day, it was getting harder. Last night being the hardest.

I was already feeling needy—containing my urges by biting at the soft flesh of my lip. Kouya had been watching me do this for what felt like hours. Finally, she crawled into bed with me—plucking my book from my hand and kissing me fully, distracting me from my reading and self infliction. Just as she ran her tongue along the roof of my mouth, I felt a hand make a go at my lap. Immediately, nearly biting down too roughly on her tongue, I threw her off of me with a rather loud and flustered, "NO!" as if she were pulling out a knife for my throat rather than feeling me up.

That set Kouya off, of course.

"Your idea was stupid!"
"what's that supposed to mean!?"
"Pah! Exactly what I said—there's no hidden meaning!"

"Its not stupid, Kouya. This could either make or break our relationship."
"Getting any hints as to which direction its taking yet? Huh, Yamato?!"

At that point, I glowered at her. She glowered at me. I opted for sleeping on the couch. She said she'd drag me back in by my feet if I were to do something like that. The arguing when on.

"Sex shouldn't be everything."

"Yamato, it isn't." She executed a big, heavy sigh, "But. . .come on. . .this is just a sick way of torture. I don't see why going without sex is supposed to make us better. I mean, seriously. . .no common sense."

I, getting blurry eyed and groggy headed, misunderstood her last sentence. And Kouya could tell right after the words rolled off of her tongue. My expression had changed from stubborn to defensive, "no common sense?" I repeated acidly, "Did you just call me. . .stupid?"

"God! Why are you overreacting!" More big, heavy sighs. Even a few pouts in anger.

"Because you're not taking my idea seriously, Kouya!"

"Oh yes, I am. We're not having sex. We haven't had sex for more than a week. That's serious, Yamato. Very serious. And utterly stupid. Just admit it; if anything is testing us, it's your ridiculous idea."

I made it a point not to say another word to her for the rest of the night. And she knew something was seriously wrong. Serious enough to make me sleep fully clothed.

Ps. Yamato always sleeps naked. Except for that night, of course. Next chapter coming up in a few days.