That Goddamn heart throb.

IV, Thomas, the man of Fan service, the man of many names. He was a widely known hero, an idol to many around the entire continent of Asia, and perhaps even the world. Many a woman would swoon over him. His smile, his laugh, his appearance, everything about him was perfect. Even the scar on his eye, possibly his only flaw, complimented his face beautifully.

Everyone loved him, and Ryoga was no exception.

Despite having lost to him in the National Duel Circuit— due to disqualification, of course— Ryoga bore feelings, strong, overwhelming feelings, for the Arclight son that could not go ignored.

However, it seemed unrequited, since Thomas had always enjoyed the fame and the women who adored him. There was no way he would acknowledge Ryoga's attraction towards him. Hell, he might even laugh at him for it.

There was no way he'd let the idol find out about his feelings.

"Ryoga..."

The sound of his name by said man snapped him out of his thoughts, and he found himself staring into ruby red eyes. He blinked and looked over Thomas's face, who looked quite unhappy to have been ignored. "What?"

Thomas placed his hands on his hips, frown deepening. "Have you even heard a word I said?"

Let's be honest. He was more focused on the possibility of getting into the other's pants. "… No."

This earned an eye roll from the Arclight, as he leaned in closer and lowered his voice. "That's the second time you spaced out during our conversation. What the hell, Ryoga?"

Ryoga's eyes snaked down from Thomas's eyes to his lips, then to his neck, chest, torso, and between his legs. Oh Lord, how he wanted to rip those clothes off his flesh and just have his way with him. He was almost to the point of not caring about Thomas's reaction anymore.

Thomas blinked, watching as the purple haired boy's gaze fell down his body. He didn't know whether or not he should feel flattered, or repulsed, or something in between. Why was Ryoga looking at him the way he was? Was it out of the ordinary? Out of judgment? Sexual desire?

… Did he want him that way?

He immediately shoved those thoughts aside. Why on earth would Ryoga ever want to have sex with him? They were both boys, and it was just unnatural as fuck… well, to him, at least, having been surrounded by swarms of women for as long as he could remember.

But he just couldn't overlook the gaze Ryoga was giving him. Perhaps he can tease him and disrupt his thoughts again? Let's see how he'd act when he's cornered…

Thomas let the corners of his lips curl up into a smirk as he very slightly tilted his lower torso towards Ryoga, brushing his hair aside with a hand. "What's this? Does Ryoga suddenly have the hots for me? Ain't that adorable..."

Damn. He called him out on it. Ryoga's stare broke and he looked back up at Thomas, who was practically grinning from ear to ear in amusement. Did he really pick up on this, or was he just trying to taunt him?

Two can play at this game, Thomas, he thought with a small chuckle, and I don't intend to lose.

He wasted no time lunging at the Arclight, ignoring his surprised yelp and protests as he pins him to a wall. His hands suddenly slid from Thomas's wrists down his abdomen and to his belt, fumbling with it in an attempt to remove it. His smile grew wider as he managed to yank the troublesome belt from the pants loops and toss it aside, working to unzip his trousers next.

Needless to say, this was the last thing Thomas had expected. He could feel his cheeks getting hot and his ears pulsing with the sudden blood rush to his face, His hands instinctively reached down to grab Ryoga's, squirming and trying to escape from the other's grasp. "H-hey! Ryoga! I wasn't serious!"

Ryoga could only laugh. It was odd to see the beloved idol of Asia reacting in discomfort, and he added to his amusement by letting his hand fall a little lower to stroke Thomas in between his legs. "What? Are you only saying that now because I'm undressing you?"

Thomas opened his mouth to reply, but Ryoga's hand gliding over him made him shiver and let out a moan in response. He tried to pull the other's hand away, but Ryoga somehow always managed to have a bit more strength over him… the bastard. "Sh-shut up. You never could take a joke.

"What of it? You like this, don't you, Mr. Fan service?" The purple haired boy grinned up at Thomas, looking over his flushed face.

"I said shut up."

"Make me."

Thomas just stared hardly at Ryoga. He was really serious… wasn't he? Oh, it was just so hard to tell. He wouldn't have gone through the lengths to actually remove his belt and touch him if he was joking… right? Was he over thinking this? The throbbing of the growing bulge in his trousers was beginning to make him believe otherwise, shivers racing down his spine and ridding his brain of any and all thoughts.

But why was he trying to stop him? What had he to lose?

He released the other's hands and lifted his own to tilt Ryoga's face towards his own. He could feel his body absently squirm as Ryoga's hands slowed to a stop, though he easily disregarded it. Eyes on the boy's mouth, lids slowly closing as the distance between their lips drew to a close as well. Thomas could feel the other tense as they kissed, unable to stop himself from chuckling softly at that.

It takes one to start a battle, and two to start a war… and this is war.

Fuck you, Ryoga. Fuck you.