The brat was staring at me like I was the only saint left in the world again. What did I do in a past life that got me this unwavering, unjustified devotion from someone like him? It was kind of like having a puppy. A puppy I got to have sex with regularly... well... never mind.

He was sitting on the couch, the remote nearly falling from his fingers as he stared up at me in complete adoration. I shook the box of strawberry pocky I had dangling in front of his face, irritated by his lack of reaching to grab them.

When he spoke, it was quiet and full of wonder, "You... you got me pocky?" His face screwed up like he was trying to be happy and trying to cry at the same time. "I didn't even ask for any..."

I sighed dramatically; really... it wasn't like I was a complete asshole... all of the time. Why was everyone so surprised when I did nice things?

"Oh, Yuki!!" The sudden loudness of his voice did not really surprise me, nor did the huge leap-and-glomp that followed. What did surprise me were the enthusiastic, x-rated kisses that followed, including his fingers in my hair and his tongue in my mouth. So surprised was I that I actually lost my footing and fell to the hard wood floor.

I was perplexed, normally glomping, in any context, did not involve sex... it normally involved my foot in his face. Maybe it was the tears that threw me off...

Not that I'm complaining. He grunted a little trying to get my belt off and I thought it was cute. I could feel his finders trying to get my jeans undone and I was a little surprised to see him being so ferocious towards my clothing.

He looked up and caught me staring. I barely held back the smile at his completely determined look complete with his tongue poking a little out of his mouth. I couldn't help it; I grabbed his shirt and pulled him up, pushing my lips, open-mouthed into his.

He moaned and pressed his shorts-covered hips into my half-undone crotch. The kiss was all teeth and tongue and I couldn't help but tumble him over backwards onto a well-placed rug. Both our breaths came out in short pants now. I attacked his mouth with mine, making sure I claimed every bit of the enthusiastic little singer.

He arched his back and I found myself pushing my hand into his shorts to find what I was looking for. A small sound made me stop short, though. We both froze when we realized we weren't alone.

I turned my head, looking behind me to where, standing in all his confused five-year-old glory, was Riku.