A/N: I must apologize, for the devilish side of me has emerged. At least for now, and my fingers are itching to write about sex (but not without some sort of plot, however clichéd, although I will definitely enjoy reading this from time to time). PWP is not something I dig . . . Usually. This isn't going to be those sort of wholesome, well detailed type of stories, so if you're looking for something fulfilling, then please look elsewhere. I definitely do not want to hear things like "you should have made the/this chapter(s) longer", "I felt the plot was lacking, like I was merely reading between the lines", or something like "there isn't enough coverage of anything or the characters". You all have been warned, so please don't spam me with things I clearly stated were probably not going to be present. I am only writing this for fun, so CHILL.

Tamaki and Hotaka are two randomly made up people I came up with just now. This story is also an original; a piece I've come up with on my own, not some copyrighted shit. Ignore the categories I chose, because that was as good as I could make it.

IN ADVANCE: I am not trying to bash on gay men, because I see there is nothing wrong with them. Hoshizune is going to seem really harsh, but I am writing him as how a hetero man would react to a gay man liking him. So, remember, I am not bashing gays.

This is gonna be pretty short. Don't have the heart to make it long, and whether I continue this will depend on my mood. It may be the next day I pop out another chappy, or it could be months from now.

Written in Takasugi's POV. Read at your own leisure. THIS IS YAOI, so if you don't like this kind of stuff, then don't read. Thank you.

Made For Two - I've Got Eyes On You
By: LadyYuina

I bit down on a side of his shoulder hard, eliciting a pained moan from the man pinned beneath me. He was breathing in short gasps, with half-closed lids and a nearly irresistible horny look on his face. I was about ready to shoot cum as it is, but with experienced love-making techniques on my side, I knew how to hold back.

It's kind of funny how I ended up meeting this guy. Maybe you'd like to hear about it, hm?

I was out on the prowl, as usual, and it just so happened a very fine looking man captured my interest. Dark, smoldering eyes, slightly curved nose, small lips, and thick dark hair, and not to mention a finely toned build. Obviously in his early twenties; definitely the type I go for first. It was a pity then though, because I was going to find out he was straight, but nothing like a little coaxing and a little 'hint-hint' to loosen his pants. Hehe. Bar patrol, here I come.

"Hi," I said, as I welcomed myself to his table.

He looked at me, bewildered. "Excuse me?"

"What? Can't say a greeting back?" I asked, watching him intently. God damn, he was better looking up close. "My name's Takasugi Tamaki. And you are?"

He remained silent for a moment, as if he was stunned, but then he said, "Hoshizune Hotaka." His eyes narrowed slightly, and following that gesture was a, "do I know you?"

I laughed, saying, "that all depends on you, I'm afraid."

"Huh?"

"Say, isn't the Hota in your name written with the same kanji as mine, Taka?" I asked, decidedly trying to get him to think of something else. His perplexed look became somewhat darker, and I knew it could get nasty if I didn't step things up a notch. "Ah, it's okay if you don't want to tell me, but mind if I buy you a drink?"

"No thank you. I was just about to leave," he announced, standing up abruptly. Something small, probably a card, fell from his left jacket pocket. My eyes honed on it in and instant, and before he could react fast enough, I already had it within my hand. "Hey, give that back!"

"Hm, what's this?" I brought it up to my face.

"Don't look at it!" he warned me, but I wasn't listening.

If I wanted him to stay, this was going to come in handy. "A girl? Your girlfriend, perhaps?" He flushed a bright red, making me know instantly that I was right. Bingo. "Haha, so I am right. I gotta say, man, she has a nice set of hooters now that I look more carefully--though she's a bit aged."

"How dare you--"

"Nah-ah-ah." I waved the picture around in front of him just out of his reach. "This is that one small time actress Noto Atsuko, isn't she? From what I've heard she's to be casting in a movie, no? Bet she'd be pissed if I leaked it out to the press that she was seeing someone like you. No, rather someone as young as you. Scandalous, really." This turn of events were unfolding nicely. The now very angry look on his face only amused me. "Now sit back down and share a drink with me, if you don't want me to do anything bad to either of you."

"Why are you making me do this?" he asked.

"Simple. I've taken a liking to you."

"I'm not gay, if you're wondering."

I chuckled. "Just merry, but that won't stop me." Hell, it would have been a bit easier if he were bisexual. I watched him for a moment as he sat back down. "What would you like to chug, my friend?"

"Water.""Ah, come on, be serious."

"Whiskey, then."

"Now that's the shit! Hey, waitress, bring over two shots of whiskey will you! No, actually, six shots!"

"Yes, Sir!" The waitress chimed.

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"Ah!"

"Did you like that?" I think I might have squeezed a little too hard.

He cringed and threw his head back against the bed. I could tell he was exploding with lust. "Your cock's so wet already." His pre-cum was dripping everywhere, so I had to keep wiping my hands off with tissue every now and then, but he was too worked up to notice anything other than my fingers.

"You fucking asshole . . . You . . . You put something in my drink, didn't you?" he hissed.

"I wouldn't be a gentleman if I didn't," I replied, eyes shining. He was eagerly reacting to my hand, but I couldn't blame him. I really did put something in his drink, and as a result, he was now horny beyond belief. Better take my chance and fuck him as much as I can before all hell breaks loose tomorrow morning. A chance this good doesn't always show. "Now, how about we advance a little further, hm?"

"You wouldn't . . .!"

"Oh, wouldn't I?" I challenged. "I bet you'd like it. When I ram you so hard that you're practically screeching across the bed--you'll cry out--clutching at the bed sheets. Just wait; it'll happen."

I trailed kisses down his throat all the way down to his abdomen. I could feel his penis brushing up against my chin, and probably thinking he was going to shoot his cum right on it. And that was what exactly happened--it was warm and sticky against my skin. I rose from the bed for a moment to wipe away the mess, and he looked up at me, panting lightly.

"Oh god, do you know how hard it is to keep myself in check?" He just kept looking at me, not saying anything. "My balls are about ready to fall off from my dick. I need to take you now."

I was at my limit, apparently.

"If it's money you're after, I can pay you. You . . . You don't have to do this."

"I want to do this. Say otherwise and I might not lubricate myself like I know I should."

It didn't take long before I was well-oiled, eagerly ready to explore Hoshizune's untouched cavern. Thus, like magic, I slid in easily, hearing Hoshizune grunt in dismay. The initial entry usually hurts, for I've taken my far share of playing bottom. Yet, now I no longer prefer it the other way around, because being inside someone just made me feel all the more better. He's squeezing me so tightly right now though, that I will consider this as painful.

"Ease up, man. You're making this difficult for both me and you."

"I can't," he said, tensing up even further. "This fucking hurts."

"Damn right it hurts, but you're not relaxing at all. The more tense you become, the more painful it becomes, got it? Now try to loosen those muscles of yours."

"I didn't ask for you to shove that pathetic dick up my ass."

I was ticked by his remark, and the only way I could think of to get back at him was to "move". Bad decision. The friction, despite my lubricated self, burned. He was just too tight from tension.

"Fuck!" I pulled out completely, dissatisfied and pissed off. "You make a lousy bottom."

"Thanks; I was hoping to hear that," he remarked, smiling weakly. His dark hair was damp and it was matted around his sweaty face. "My ass hurts."

"I'm not done with you yet. I'm gonna keep trying until I cum inside you once."

And I mean it, too.

I've Got Eyes On You: END