a/n: Sorry for the weird people who hate this cause it's like Junjou romantica. That was the purpose. There are tons of animals exactly like JR. by the way. :D and I kind of make this, making fun of that anime, cause it was so amusing, and I loved it so much, so I did Bevin that way, and a lot of you guys like it, so I'm keeping it that way
Midesko helped with Kevin's novel this time :3 if you wanna help ask. Like I said.

Chapter 3

It must have been three days since I came here; and things weren't…what was the world…normal? Kevin had this strange situation of getting me to draw any possible idea, and this evening he actually presented me with a list of them.

I shudder because I had to fucking read it.

Bondage, mainly some sort of angst, against a wall, on a table, against a fridge, a sauna, out in a tent (Charm's idea), in an office, my favorite was in dress-up since I love Disney movies, under a table, someone sitting at a table while someone goes under (which makes no sense), in a Ferris wheel, under water, in a pool, in a hot tub…and I wasn't even sure how many other ideas were on the list.

Maxine Drive (a/n: was Odd's pseudonym in an old Code Lyoko Fanfic I never wrote), was one of his friends, a half European male who wrote sex stories under this female name. Charm told me he died a few months ago, but I guess that wasn't the point, the sex stories were the point.

Recently, Kevin has been writing a story called Frost, same characters as his novel, Forest Waltz. I remember it was this strange, Heaven-Hell twist, and he had just gotten it published the other day. He made me read it of course, and I remember part of it I loved…this meeting.

It was then that I had the fortune of meeting you. My eyes settling on yours. Dark brown into your sparkling green orbs. Our hands were touching, they bumped by mistake, but neither of us removed them. I had spotted a book with an interesting cover, an illustration of an angel with its back against that of a demonic form. I never would have guessed at the time what purpose you wished to buy it was. I couldn't believe my luck. This gave me the opportunity to finally speak to you, to be so close to you.

I was taken back by your beauty. Your normally pale cheeks now stained pink from blushing and you mouth open, trying to speak but no words would form from your lips. I took your shy silence as an opportunity to give you my name, to which you replied with a slight stutter, your name. It sounded even more delightfully sinful to hear you speak, especially when you had your attention focused on me and me alone. It was as if, no one else was breathing or moving. The world had stopped, just waiting for one of us to make a move.

Now, if a writer wrote like that, wouldn't you want to read it? It was so descriptive…so…I don't know what.

Ben?" Kevin questioned me from the stairs; I was cooking pasta with vegetables and rice. Something I guess I was fond of making nowadays.

"Hm?"

"How does a sexy cooking time work for you?"

I dropped the lid off the pot. "What…?" I turned to him.

"In Frost, Jin and Calin, in the kitchen, having sex…" He walked down the stairs as he spoke, forcing me to turn back and pick up the lid.

"Uh, sure, whatever."

When I lifted back up, I put the pot lid on the counter, and turned off the heat. When I turned to look over towards Kevin, he pressed his lips to my own, making me struggle to break it, but he pulled his arms around my neck, pressing his lips even more.

The doorbell rang.

"You should get that." I spoke when he let go, leaving me to cough.

"No, they can wait."

This was just like before, the doorbell always interrupting us…I mean him. I guess I'd become suddenly flustered at the thought of us.

"Package for Kevin Levin!" A voice called through the door making me give a small laugh.

"Your name rhymes."

He glared at me before he motioned himself to the door, opening it and signing for the package which came for him. I moved over to him and watched him open it. Books, all the same resided in the book, and a letter.

"Thanks." Kevin's voice rang as he shut the door.

"What is it?"

"This old book I wrote. I had to edit it for Charm, so we can publish it…" Kevin pulled the letter from the box.

Kevin-

We added some of the new pages you sent us, and finished reading it. You really have talent, not like you didn't already know. There is a check from out company to you, for making the best seller this year. I hope the book does just as good.

-Vil

"Do you want to read it?" Kevin sighed, pulling out the first copy he saw.

I extended my arm and took it, opening the cover which read, Vanilla Lace. Flipping through some pages I found sex…nothing new with Kevin, and that the book was split into two parts in different views.

"Yeah…later, I'll read it." I swallowed hard; I really didn't want to read it. I was embarrassed by half of the things I had to do living here. I was mostly surprised that Kevin didn't force me to have sex with him already. The kissing was okay though…most of the time when he didn't shove his tongue down my throat.

"Are you okay? You seem a bit, worked up." He grinned making me blush.

"Yeah, I'm fine." I protested, putting the book down, and trying to move. Kevin's hand grabbed me.

"Where do you think you're going?" Kevin smirked, pulling me upstairs to his room.

"Let go of me!"

"Nope." He threw me on the bed when we got to the room. "You're all worked up, I need to fix that."

He leaned down, pressing a kiss to my lips, staying that before a pink appendage slipped past my lips, swiftly darting across my bottom lip before moving inside. It licked against my lip tongue, almost arguing me to react but it just seemed impossible. Eyes partially lidded, I felt his hands trail down my sides, following the curves and stopping to grip at my hips.

Kevin's tongue ravished and rubbed against anything it could reach in my mouth before he pulled away and moved, giving a bit of a winced look as he grinded his hips against my own, eliciting a needy moan from beneath my lips. I guess what I wanted was the pleasure because I quickly felt my hands on his pants, wanting them off.

Maybe his stories were getting to me; the idea of having sex with…well, not a complete and total stranger was fascinating me. And maybe he was turning me gay…no, that could never happen.

I let go of the other and pushed him off of me, thinking about what could have happen. If I actually let myself go and did what Kevin wanted to me. Would I lose this job if I did?

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Kevin groaned he had fallen onto the floor when I pushed him.

"Don't ever do that!" I shouted throwing the nearest item at him which was a bottle of lotion.

"Ow!" He yelled. "Do what?!" he rubbed his head, moving up.

"Do that…don't ever do that. I'm not gay…I don't have feelings for you." I crossed my arms.

"Oh, so wanting to get my pants off weren't feelings?"

I shook my head no, as I got up to leave.

This was going to be a long day.