It's been a while since I've actually started a new story. I don't know how I came up with this, but somehow all these ideas came flying at me.

I hope you enjoy this.

Much thanks to Alyssa (RandomDreamsxx) for grammar and spelling changes.


Time was running out. I had to have my final copy in before the deadline which was noon today, or my manager was going to be on my ass. Hell, he already was...it 's hard enough trying to make the deadline period without him spitting out insults every five seconds, let alone having only a few hours to get it done.

Being an author was hard, but being a best-selling author was even harder. All of my fans are waiting for my new novel to come out. I cant just let them down, that's the last thing I want to do.

I took a deep breath. This is way too much stress. I took a camel crush and lit it, inhaling the smoke to calm my nerves. I need a break.

"Katsuya!" I jumped at my manager's loud tone. "What are you doing! Do you want to lose money? If we don't reach the deadline this is on myhead!"

I pinched the bridge of my nose and let out a sigh of irritation. Sometimes I wish Kane would actually say something positive...it could end up making me work faster.

"I'll get it done."

"Then put out that cigarette and get to work!" He stormed off.

I thought being an author would be fun, but this is complete bullshit. I'm not saying I hate writing, but what you have to do in order to get it published gives you nothing but a migraine. On top of that, try having a complete asshole for a manager. But I wouldn't quit for anything. Being a writer was my dream after high school. It may have taken me quite a while to get my lazy ass to college, but it paid off in the end.

This is my life now. After high school, the gang split up and we all went our separate ways. Anzu went to be a successful dancer, Honda wanted to do something to show his muscles, I have no idea where Yuugi ended up...and I ended up moving to America.

At first, it was hard seeing all my friends going off to live their dreams. That's when I decided I needed to find something I was good at and save up and go to college.

If it wasn't for Kane, I don't think I would be where I am today. When I first came to America 4 years ago, we met up at a bar. He offered to buy me a drink and since I spent most of my money on an apartment, I didn't have much to spend. We talked about our past; old friends, past schools and hometowns, and when I mentioned I wanted to be an author, he said he could get me a job. Apparently he was a publisher and could pull a few strings. The best part was he was nice back then.

-Later that Night-
6:55pm

"Good job, Katsuya!" Kane patted me on the back. He managed to call his boss and get the deadline extended until 8pm. How he did that, I don't want to know.

I felt like complete shit and just wanted to go home and sleep.

"Let's celebrate with a few drinks! I'll call the rest of the company and we can all go out!"

Kane walked out into the hallway to go find the rest of the workers. Asshole...he didn't even ask if I wanted to celebrate. He always does that; never thinks what the other person wants to do. He just assumes since he wants to do something the other person wants to do it too.

Oh well, a drink or two couldn't hurt.

-The next morning-

Where the hell am I? Waking up in an unfamiliar bed and room were not my plans for today. The last thing I remember was getting drunk off my ass. Everything else was a complete blur.

I turned onto my back, and placed my arms behind my head. The novel is finally finished. My fans will be proud. That thought made me smile with satisfaction.

"Hey, you're awake!" Kane greeted me with a tray of pancakes and milk. "You passed out at the bar last night! I decided to bring you home. I was afraid I killed you." He giggled a little as he set the tray down in front of me.

Alcohol could never kill me. I was beyond a light weight. It takes me at least 5 shots to get buzzed.

"If you keep overworking me, you will. Bastard." I murmured before taking a sip of my milk. I melted after tasting the pancakes. Kane always bragged about being a good cook.

"I hope you don't fill yourself up right away because I have an omelet waiting for you too!" I blushed at the thought of my manager cooking for me and sleeping in his—

I threw the tray onto the floor, spilling the pancakes and milk and ran after him. "Hey!"

Kane turned around with a confused expression. "We didn't…do anything last night, did we…?" His brown eyes went big, like he was surprised that the thought even crossed my mind. I could feel my own cheeks heating up.

A smug smirk made itself visible on his face. "Even if we did, what does it mean to you?" I wanted to punch that stupid asshole of an expression right off his face.

"Will you just answer the question?" I looked away, trying to hide my pink face.

Kane used the spatula to put the cooking omelet to a plate. "Do you think I would be that much of an ass to take you while you're out cold?"

I didn't even think of it that way. "Whatever." I turned to go pick up the mess I made. He was my manager, but when we wanted to be, we could be good friends. I should know Kane wasn't that much of a cold bastard to do anything perverted to me while I was sleeping.

I felt a presence behind me and almost jumped out of my skin when Kane bent down and kissed my neck. Pushing him away was the only thing that ran through my head.

"What are you doing?" I stood up and accidently backed into a wall. Bad idea, Jou.

He walked toward me and grabbed my wrists. "Do you know how badly I want you?" He whispered in my ear. I felt the the hot breath against my skin and I didn't know if I wanted him to press against me or move away.

While he still held my wrists he started sucking on my neck and used his teeth every few seconds. My breathing became heavier and my heart was pounding. Was he fucking serious! This was wrong!

"Kane…stop." Even though I said that, my body didn't want him to.

His hands released my wrists and one trailed under my shirt which caused me to gasp. The other one made its way behind my head and before I could resist anymore, his lips crushed against mine. My hands came up and pushed his chest, causing him to fall down.

"What the fuck are you doing!" This was definitely a dream, right?

He stood up. "Katsuya, I'm so sorry. I'm not thinking straight. It's just that, well, you asked me if anything happened, I thought you wanted this…"

I didn't know what to say. My fucking boss just made a move on me! No wait, let me try that again: My fucking boss tried to fuckme!

"I-I need to go." The words were fast. I picked up my briefcase and coat.

"Do you want me to drive you home?"

"No, I think you've done enough already." With that said I opened the door and slammed it behind me, running away as fast as I could.


A hot bath was what I needed.

"Ahh." The hot water felt good on my body. It felt like all the knots in my back were loosening up and fading away.

I shut my eyes to enjoy the hot water but ended up having a war with my mind.

My manager is a conceited bastard who thinks I wanthim!

But maybe you do want him, or just a good fuck. You haven't been with anyone ever.

Kane is the last person I would ever be with. He can go after someone else.

But if it wasn't for him, you wouldn't have the future you have now.

Fuck. That voice was right.

Kane wants you.

No he doesn't.

He does and you owe him, even if it means sleeping with him.

Fuck.

By the time I decided to get out of the tub, the water was already cold.

After drying off and getting dressed, I looked at my clock which said it was a little after one. Maybe it would be a good idea to get the mail.

It was still a little chilly so I threw on my coat, grabbed my keys and started walking towards the post office.

Bills, more bills, and more bills, and- a post card caught my attention. It was an invitation to my high school reunion.

I don't understand how my old high school got my address, but what really bugged me was these old teachers really thought that 26 year olds want to go back to see their old classmates.

High school reunions were stupid. I for sure, didn't want to go.


I decided to play sick. Childish, I know, but I could not face Kane right now. It's not everyday where your boss makes a move, and even if I went into work today, it was just to talk about my next novel. We could do that anytime, right?

My cell phone starting ringing and I didn't want to answer it. This is why voicemail is amazing, or not…

"Katsuya, it's Kane. This is not a day to be sick. Only because you finished your novel, doesn't mean you can slack off. Because you didn't answer, I'm going to have to come over and check on you. I'll be there in about 15 minutes. I'll bring you some soup."

Shit. What the fuck am I going to do? Even if I call him back, his mind is set.

You owe him.

Shut up, voice!

Maybe if I have a few drinks I could open up to him a little more.

And sleep with him.

If Kane wanted to fuck me, fine. It's better to do something right away and get it over with.

By the time I finished my 6th can of beer, the door bell rang.

"Hey." I gave Kane the sexiest smile I could manage and invited him in. He looked confused. What a dumb fuck.

"I understand that you are feeling under the weather, but does that mean you have to drink? It seems like that would make your condition worse." Kane walked into my kitchen as if this wasn't his first time here. It only took him a few seconds to find a pot, spoon and bowl.

"I only had six cans. It's not like I'm dead ass drunk." He didn't respond.

I was a little angry that he wasn't paying any attention to me since he was all over me the morning before.

You're horny too.

Why is that voice always right?

I walked over to Kane and shut off the stove.

He turned to look at me. "What the hell was that for?"

"I don't want soup," I whispered. He looked into my eyes with a scrunched up face. Was he trying to read me or something?

"What do you want?" Oblivious to what my body needed.

I took his hand and moved it toward my growing erection. "You."

His eyes widened in surprised, but he didn't move away. I took this chance to smash my lips against his, and wasted no time to enter my tongue into his mouth. He tasted like coffee. I wasn't surprised.

With no warning, I rubbed my body against his. Our erections touched and I had to remove the material in my way.

My hands trailed down his body until I reached the zipper of his pants. Unzipping them, I realized I was kneeling in front of him. I released him from his boxers, and looked shocked for a little. I had no fucking idea he was this big.

A part of me decided to tease him a little. Instead of going straight for his dick, I left tiny open kisses on the inside of his thighs.

"Kat-su…don..'t te-ase me like…tha-!" I decided I tortured him long enough. I licked the head as my hand started pumping him. Kane made little erotic sounds that I could hardly stand.

I wondered how loud he could be. I guess I would find out soon. I took as much of him in my mouth as I could, bobbing my head while I pumped what I couldn't take into my mouth.

"I'm…close!" I sped up my pumping until he screamed my name and exploded into my mouth. I licked my lips and stood up to kiss him so he could taste himself. My tongue broke through his lips. I hope he thought he tasted as good as I did.

Kane started pushing me…somewhere…until I lost balance and we fell on my living room floor, him on top of me. Damn beer.

"I think it's my turn." That stupid smirk again!

He quickly unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it across the room. Next, he unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. My face started heating up; this was getting a little too embarrassing for me, but I turned my face so he wouldn't notice.

I gasped as he touched my throbbing erection through my boxers. He rubbed me until I wriggled under his touched.

"You either take my fucking boxers off now or I'll do it myself, asshole." He giggled a little but hooked his thumbs through the top of them and slid them off me.

I still couldn't believe I was naked in front of my manager. I definitely didn't drink enough for this.

He held out two fingers and I looked at him with a confused expression. What the fuck did he want me to do? "Suck." My face scrunched up, but I obliged. Did he like having his fingers sucked or something? My tongue made sure to coat them well.

Kane removed his fingers from my mouth and lightly trailed the tips down my chest and across my thighs. He picked my legs up and put them around his waist.

I shot up when he entered one finger into me.

"What the fuck!"

"Just relax. This will make it hurt less." I felt powerless, but decided to listen to him anyway.

He fucked me with his finger for a while and then added the second one. There was a little pain from being stretched along with a little bit of pleasure.

I was growing accustomed to the feeling of his fingers inside me and groaned at the loss when he took them out.

"Don't worry," he whispered into my ear. "I'll give you something better." He trailed kisses down my body, torturing me. I just wanted him to thrust into me already! Was that too much to want?

Kane positioned the head of his dick at my entrance and began entering me. It hurt. More than I thought it would. He also said it would hurt less. What a stupid ass liar!

"Just let me know when you want me to continue," he said after being buried deep inside me.

"Al-alright, go…" I said after a while.

He started thrusting harder each time. The pleasure was good, too good.

"Har-der…fas-ter!"

Kane listened. I couldn't believe that sex felt so good.

I don't know what the fuck he did, but he hit some spot inside me that made me scream with pleasure. I saw the evil smirk through half lidded eyes and he repeatedly hit that spot. I didn't care; the pleasure was so good.

I was almost there. I was going to come soon. Kane seemed to notice and grabbed my erection, pumping it along with the rhythm of his thrusts. Our hips moved together and I released all over his chest. He came after me, filling me.

Was sex really supposed to feel thatgood? I wanted to go another round, but was too exhausted. My eyes shut against their will and I fell into a deep sleep.

-That Evening-

I was in my bed, naked. Huh? The last thing I remember was that message from Kane and I decided to have a few beers. I don't understand why I couldn't remember anything. I didn't have enough beers for memory loss.

Sitting up was a bad idea; a sharp pain ran up my spine. What the fuck?

I felt groggy and wanted to go back to sleep. The taste in my mouth tasted weird and I wanted to brush my teeth.

I heard the tv on in my living room and stopped when I saw Kane sitting on the couch. Why was he sitting in my living room in the dark acting like he alwaysdid this? Fuck him.

"I thought you'd be sleeping until tomorrow…" He didn't even bother looking at me.

"What the fuck happened?" This time he looks up at me.

"You don't remember? That's a shame."

"Answer my question."

You know what happened.

"You came on to me. I only gave you what you wanted." I sat next to him.

"We fucked?"

"Well I'd like to think of it as making love, but either way you put it, yeah, we did fuck." He started playing with my hair.

My head hurt too much to deal with his shit.

I can't stay here. I need to get a way for a while.

That's when the school reunion didn't sound too bad. I'll let him know tomorrow. Tonight I didn't want to deal with anything.


"WHAT! You have a career! You can't just go to Japan for 6 weeks, you have a responsibility!" Is it just me or does Kane seem a little pissed off? I was sure he'd be a little more understanding after he got rid of all that pent up "stress."

"Listen, I'll continue to work on my next novel while I'm there. I can even fax what I have to you." I gave him a reassuring smile. "You even have my cell number; we can chat about it too."

He gave me a death glare but seemed to be considering what had just been said.

That's right. Just remember what I did for you the night before. Even though I was a virgin, I never really cared who I'd give myself up to. It was never a big deal to me.

"Please, Kane." I grabbed his hands and held them while giving him the biggest smile I could. "You won't regret it if you say yes." Give in, you fucker.

"Fine, but remember, if you screw up, it will be more than just money loss…this is a big deal, Katsuya."

"I know, I know. Thank you so much!" I grabbed my things and exited the building to go pack. I could get a ticket tonight and be on a plane by tomorrow evening.

Going back to my hometown for six weeks seems like a dream. The thought of going back never occurred to me until yesterday's "incident."

I was running around my house trying to figure out what to pack and what to keep here. There were too many clothing choices and the clock seemed to be ticking faster every three seconds.

Letting out a deep breath, I sat on my couch. It was surprising how exciting this was to me. I get to go back and go to my favorite restaurant, eat my favorite foods again, and hopefully get the gang back together. Maybe I should thank Kane for this.

"You have everything you need, right? Especially your laptop, you're going to need that if-"

"Kane," I cut him off. "take a breather. Everything I'm going to need is right here. Don't worry so much!" We gave each other heart warming smiles.

As much as Kane got on my nerves, I was going to miss him. He was my only friend here.

"Good bye, Jonouchi Katsuya" Kane offered me his hand.

"It's more like, see you in six weeks. buddy." When I reached for his hand, he grabbed mine and pulled me in for a quick kiss.

Thank the gods for this invitation. I don't think I could deal with his shit for much longer.

Interesting things better happen during these six weeks, something not as crazy as fucking your boss.