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So people had some interesting stuff to say and I'm looking forward to giving you the next chapter which has more smut than the last! Enjoy. Again, this is for Penn Xerxes Rokudou.

Chapter Two

Ren had been in the hotel room he'd rented for his brief stay in Tokyo. In the beginning he'd intended to go back to his own apartment but he was traveling to Kyoto tomorrow for some filming with Mogami. It hardly seemed worth the effort to hire someone to tidy it and make it livable for just three days.

So he'd rented the hotel room. And he was glad he'd decided to now. Assuming Fuwa actually made an appearance. A glance at the clock showed it was after midnight. Would he actually come?

A knock sounded a quarter after one. He smiled for a split second then straightened his lips and went to answer the door. The teen stood there, blushing furiously with a dark hood hiding his face from anyone in the periphery.

"I'm here," he growled. "Sorry to intrude."

"Not at all," Ren replied, stepping aside. Shou stepped in and kicked off his shoes. "I'm surprised you came." He wasn't really but saying might wear down some of the anger in Shou's eyes.

"Well, just goes to show you don't know me. I wouldn't back down from anyone let alone you." Shou pushed back to hood to reveal his dyed hair and the piercings in his ears. He pulled the hoodie off altogether to reveal a white shirt with English words that made no particular sense emblazoned on it in black and silver rhinestones. His jeans were stylishly ripped and held up by a silver studded belt with a chain that hung around one pocket. He also wore a bulky watch on one wrist and several silver bracelets on the other. Compared to Ren's black silk buttoned shirt with open cuffs and black slacks, he looked overdressed. Like a rock star. But then, that was his aim.

"I see." Ren refused to be ruffled by the insult. Instead he asked, "Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'd prefer to get this over with sooner rather than later." Ren's lips twitched. Shou glowered, assuming the twitch meant he was hiding laughter. Arrogant ass. "Shall we start?" He wasn't entirely sure what Tsuruga had in mind but he was sure he could beat him at any game he had in mind.

"Yes." Then Ren had Shou in a fierce embrace. Ren kissed Shou passionately, letting Shou taste his tongue as the two touched. Ren completely dominated the kiss. Shou would have to try harder if he wanted to beat Ren. This punk that shook in his grasp had nothing on him. "You're not trying," he murmured against Shou's lips.

"What?" Shou gasped out as he pulled away momentarily from the onslaught of Ren's mouth.

"To win…you're not trying." Ren's hands drifted across Shou's shoulders as they kissed, then they began to slide lower.

"What the hell are you—" Shou choked out.

Ren's hand slid lower still, brushing the skin just above Shou's belt where it peeked out as Shou's shirt rode up on his waist.

"You bastard," Shou hissed through his teeth. I cannot lose! That thought in mind, he reached up and wrapped an arm around Ren's neck, kissing back furiously. He surged forward, shifting Ren back so he was in control.

Or so Ren wanted him to think. He stepped backward in a seeming unsteady gait. When the backs of his legs hit the arm of the couch, he slipped a wandering hand beneath Shou's belt, dipping into the small gap. It threw Shou off and Ren took control once more. He spun them quickly and tossed Shou backwards onto the couch. He gasped and started to get up but Ren was suddenly on top of him and kissing him again.

Shou had no idea how he'd ended up beneath Ren's weight. He thought he'd been doing well. Then it hit him. The jerk had tricked him. Shou tried to shove Ren away but it was becoming too much effort. He realized he was becoming weaker to Ren's ministrations. He wanted to be kissed. He wanted those strong arms to grip him. He wanted that hand slipping into his jeans—

No! He did not want that.

He grasped the wrist of the wandering hand and yanked. All that happened was that Ren caught both of Shou's hands and pinned them over his head. Then the wandering hand returned, this time to pull open his belt and unbutton and unzip his fly. Shou's eyes went huge as Ren placed a hand over his penis. They went wider as he realized he was reacting to it.

Ren also noticed the pressure against his hand. He hid a smile and pressed back. Shou tried and failed to hold back a moan.

"You're actually enjoying losing aren't you," Ren whispered.

"Never," Shou gasped furiously.

"So you say. That's not what you're body says." He pressed harder and then began to massage. Shou let out a whimper and wished his hands were free to cover his mouth. Since they weren't, he resorted to squirming angrily.

And he still got nowhere. But no surprises there. Ren had size and muscle. Shou was good at slipping out of tight places but this wasn't just tight. With Ren's mouth descending over his again, this trap was air tight.

Ren made the next move, sliding his hand beneath Shou's underwear. The man's eyes went huge. As did a certain other part of him. "Gah…Nng!" he moaned. Pleasure sparked through his body, sending ripples around each spark.

Ren got a kick out of the pleasure he was causing. Watching the blond who thought he was so much better than everyone else reeling in his grasp, unable to form a coherent word was as intense a feeling as he'd ever had.

Did that make him a sadist? Probably. Did it matter? Nope.

"Fuwa, are you still planning on beating me?" Ren whispered.

"Bastard," Shou choked out. "Of course I will."

"Hmm, you're not doing too well then."

"If you'd quit doing…that, then I could definitely win."

That referred do Ren's fingers creeping along Shou's hardened flesh. "I don't think I can," Ren murmured.

"Of course you can. So stop."

Ren considered it. "No." Then he gripped Shou making him yelp in pleasure. "I like winning."

"I hate you," Shou gasped.

"That's fine," Ren replied. He pumped his hand up and down gently but increasing the speed and force. This was just a passing moment in time. Who cared if Fuwa Shou hated his guts? It barely mattered to him. This was just a passing fancy.

It was, honestly.

"Stop," Shou choked out again. Still, his hands were pinned and in reality he could do nothing.

And in all honesty, he didn't want to. Ren's hand was ringing more pleasure out of his body than he'd ever felt in his entire life.

It didn't help that he was trying to hate every second of it and failing miserably.

His thoughts were interrupted by the abrupt removal of his pants and boxers. His mouth opened in a silent O as he stared down at himself wrapped in Ren's large palm.

Un-freaking-believable…

To be continued…

This is ending up way longer than I thought it would be.

Penn: You're just dragging this out to screw with me.

Chey: …That's entirely possible.

Penn: *sigh*

Chey: Anyway, please review. I'm 98% sure that the next chapter will be the last.

Thanks for reading!

~CheyanneChika