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Awww! –glomps screen- you guys have all been so nice to me so far! I appreciate it SO much! –happy dance-

I have had a reeeeally creepy song stuck in my head for AGES, so forgive the general insanity. ;) You know what it's like… don't you?

Dedicated to… omg… (more than one person! SORRY!) BruiseOfToday and XOoPunkPixieoOX because they are awesomely awesome. XD

SMUT! WOOO! Umm, not a lemon (next chapter!), but it gets pretty hairy. '

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Phase Two

Part of me missed it. Part of me was revolted by it. But… god, I could still feel the heat that radiated off of his body when I clenched my palms together and dug my eyes deep into the balls of my hands. It was almost… intoxicating, I guess. But… I dunno… I didn't really want to kiss him again, 'cause that had been disgusting. I shivered at the thought of it. No… I had just loved the heat. He'd been so… hot.

Shut up! SHUT UP!

"Dinner!" God, what an annoying voice. Droning on and on.

Shit. Things must be really bad if I'm getting annoyed at Tohru's voice. I mean, I loved her. She was always there for me. That's what love's about, right? "Coming," I muttered, but loud enough so she could hear me. I slouched out of bed (thankfully rather Yuki-free now) and down the hall, skulking at the top of the stairs for as long as I felt I could before grudgingly forcing myself.

The stupid Rat was helping Tohru place some of the heavier and hotter dishes, while Shigure danced around and generally got in the way. I smiled, watching them move… no, my eyes didn't rest on Yuki. Who told you that? "Oh, thank goodness, I didn't think you'd be eating tonight!"

I gave her a warm smile before sitting down beside Shigure, my eyes never leaving Yuki's. The look on his face was priceless. "I'm hungry. I had a busy day."

Yuki gasped quietly, before casting his face towards my lap. Not in front of Shigure, you idiot! I wanted to yell at him, but the food smelt good, and I was tired; it was starting to rain outside. "Aww, you young things… always scurrying around…"

"Shut up, dammit," I snarled at the Dog, almost on impulse, before ladling some miso into a dish. Ahh, miso. Why had I skipped dinner for so long?

I glanced up and caught Yuki's eye. Ah. That was why. I really, really shouldn't have done that. I felt my heartrate increase, and I couldn't pull my eyes away, no matter how hard I struggled. He had me captivated, and I couldn't move… his eyes… the tingling heat returned to the palms of my hands, and I wanted to jump across the table and pin him to the wall just so that heat could envelop me again…

He blinked, his eyes fuzzing and falling towards his lap. I shook my head slightly and my mind dragged back to the normal time, only to find a deathly silence and Tohru and Shigure watching us closely. "I said, Kyo, do you want some more miso?"

I didn't quite manage to stop staring at Yuki as my mouth moved on its own accord. "No thanks, I'm full." I forced my legs to move, staggering out of the room and running up the stairs. My heart and feet thudded in unison as I bolted upstairs and collapsed onto my bed, my hands fisting angrily in the sheets as I stuffed my face as hard as I could into the pillow until I could hardly breathe. Even now, I was still struggling to fight the urge that I could just have that heat again.

God, I was addicted, wasn't I?

The hot hands fisted in my hair angrily, and something warm and wet lapped at me, and I was screaming and bucking and writhing and begging and –

And… and… waking up. Oh. I stared fuzzily up at the ceiling with blurry eyes. Nothing seemed untoward about my room, and I slumped back, taking in deep, steady lungfuls of air. My whole body felt like it was on fire, something similar to liquid fire bolting through me at even the slightest shift. It took me a moment to think before I realised exactly why I was so sensitive, and slumped back with a groan. It had been moths since I'd had to do anything like that. I'd been too stressed out with impending graduation and…well… Tohru is too sweet to really think about anything like that.

So why was it any different for Yuki?

I shuddered slightly at this thought, before realising that if I wanted to get any sleep tonight I was going to have to do something. I sighed again, pulling myself out of my sweat-sodden sheets and limping oddly over towards the bathroom. I stripped quickly out of my soaking boxers and made the shower as cold as I possibly could.

This was definitely, definitely not good.

All of my discomfort was most definitely worth the look on Yuki's face when I came out of the shower half an hour later, soaking wet with only a towel wrapped around my waist and staring at him as he had most obviously come to see what I was doing. The idea of him, stranded in bed, lying there while listening to me… I had completely captivated him, and it felt pretty damn good.

He stood there, simply staring at me, while my hair sent tantalising drops across my shoulders. He tracked them down, taking a deep gulp as his eyeline inevitably rested on my waist. "Do you like it, Rat?" I murmured, taking a step forwards, making my towel trickle ever so slightly further down. The heat overtook me, and I slammed him into the wall, enjoying his soft whimper as his back hit the wall uncomfortably, but it was soon forgotten as his hands fisted in my hair, and his lips began to move greedily across my own. I sort of wanted to stop him pushing against me; I wanted to feel him buck and writhe under me, to know that I controlled him, but his tongue was hot and wet and kind of good against mine, and I just let him do what he wanted. It was making me feel good, and that's what this was all about, right?

"Kyo…" His voice was gentle and soft against my lips, and it mimicked the peaceful and tender caress his fingers were gently massaging against my back. "Kyo…"

I couldn't help it. I groaned. He was hot, and his tongue was wet, and his voice was just so soft against me… it felt good… but not in a hot, dominating, pleasurable way. It felt good in the way I wanted to hold him, and bury my face into his neck, and just forget that in two weeks time I would lose everything, and everyone…

And the fact that I would lose him on top of this made me shudder and pull away. I couldn't afford to have anyone else to lose.

He was looking at me, with hot eyes that bored into my side, but I needed to get away. I needed to think. He was so damn cute pinned against the wall, knees trembling as they tried to hold him, and I wanted to reach over and –

No, I didn't. This was about me winning. This was about me beating Yuki. I couldn't… I wouldn't… I didn't… "I…" Neither of us seemed to think of the right word to say, and with that glorious heat gone I realized just how cold it was in this corridor. I muttered something under my breath and turned on my heel, running back into my bedroom and slamming the door. I collapsed against it for an immeasurable number of heartbeats, before I heard his quiet footsteps announce the opening and closing of his bedroom door.

What was happening to me?

Eventually, I figured, it wasn't that extraordinary. That damn rat always found a way to beat me, and maybe this… illogicality of what was happening was his way of trying to make me stop. But then again, when I had been over him, and his hot mouth on my neck, he certainly hadn't seemed like he wanted me to stop…

No, dammit. This was my only way out. Losing my head over this was way too stupid. I only had this one last opportunity, and then I was lost. I had better make it last.

It was time for Phase Two.

Damn. I didn't think school could really suck this much. "So, what you're saying to me, is that you want me to spend three hours of my own time, stuck in a tiny little room with that bastard?" I yelled, and Mayu-sensei looked at me coolly.

"Yes, that's one way of putting it," she said calmly, and stared at me with her best 'I'm-a-teacher-don't-mess-with-me' face.

"Do you have any idea – " I tried to begin, but she cut me off with a slight wave of the hand.

"All I know is that you're giving me an unnecessary headache, and I have a lot of things to do, so please get out of my way."

I snarled under my breath. "But – "

She sighed again. "Look, does Yuki have any problems with it?" she asked coolly, and I hesitated. Truth be told, I hadn't actually asked him yet. It wasn't that I was afraid – who said that? It was just that, well, I was just… not myself around him. I didn't like being near him. What's so bad about that? I've never liked being near him! "Then, quite frankly, it's going to happen. God knows you need the revision time, and Yuki - "

"Prince Perfect," I muttered sullenly under my breath, but knew it was no good.

"Yuki is an excellent student. Now please, move." I sullenly stepped to one side to let her pass, before glowering at her back and slamming the door shut. In a matter of minutes, I was expected to share a room for three hours 'studying' with that creep.

I… I didn't know what I would do.

The fifteen minutes between Mayu-sensei leaving and Yuki arriving seemed to be nothing and eternity. Inside, my head had about a thousand different ideas over what exactly I should be doing, and most of them involved running. My leg muscles tensed at the idea. But no… my mind drifted back to my 'plan'. I would have to face it one day or another, and today might as well be it. My time was ticking, after all.

"Um…"

His voice was so much quieter than what I was used to. Normally it would dominate the space with such a subtle authority that even I found myself bending to its will. But now… it was fragile, and… it sort of felt a little broken. I wanted to walk over and hug him, but I kept my feet firmly planted into the chairs either side of my waist, before I realized this meant I was sprawled in an incredibly provocative position, and he was staring at me like he wanted to eat me. Which, in all fairness, he probably did… I mean, I was pretty hot, right?

God, am I a Narcissist now too?

I suddenly realized with a blush that I had said that out loud, because he had chuckled quietly and put his head on one side like he used to. "Has it taken this long to work out how self-centered you really are?" he murmured, and I found myself blushing.

"Shut up, dammit," I snapped, but had to turn my face away to hide the shameful hotness that was spreading across my cheeks. He laughed quietly again and moved forwards, but his paces were unsteady and he paused halfway across the room. "Yuki…" I whispered, and suddenly his head shot up and he ran towards me, pushing me back into the window and slamming into me, his lips greedily searching and finding mine, slanting and nibbling and pressing and pulling. His front tooth nipped and sucked at my lip, before he forced his tongue inside my mouth and practically forced it down my throat, lapping the inside of my mouth with almost insatiable desire. "God,Yuki…"

"Kyo…" he whispered, and my hands moved up towards his hair, wrapping my fingers in as far as I could to stop it being so perfect, but then… I loved him like this… so perfect, with everything he said and did and made me feel so goddamn perfect.

Oh my God. Did I just… no, I didn't. No. Definitely not.

I pushed him away, taking in a deep gulp at breath, but he didn't get discouraged, teeth nipping and clawing against my neck as he settled for second breath as I miserably tried to learn how to breathe again. It didn't help as he started stroking his tongue in languid circles around the mark he'd made, and I… god, I just… my mind… it…

No. Phase Two. You have to.

But did I really? I mean, he was pretty much obsessed with me, isn't that enough?

No. You have to beat him. So far, he's beating you.

I think that's what made me stop in the end, and force my head back into where it had to go. My hand began drifting down, spiraling idly down his front before I hooked my fingers over his belt.

His whole body tensed under my touch. Just how far was he willing to go with me?

Should I wait, before I continue? I mean, kissing less times than I could count on one hand was hardly due cause for me to start undressing him. "Kyo, pl-oh, please god please!" That seemed to settle the matter, and who was I to deny the Rat? My hand gently undid his belt, popping the button and gently working down the zipper. He groaned as the back of my hand slowly drifted across his groin, and his hips snapped forwards angrily. I repeated the teasing, soft touch, and looked down; his shirt, which had become torn and unbuttoned during the process showed his muscles rippling under his skin as he bucked into me. "Kyo!" he gasped, and I decided to apply a little more pressure.

"Yes…?" I questioned quietly, nipping on his throat and sending a deep vibration through his body, and he moaned and gasped.

"Don't shit with me! KYO!" I snuck my hands underneath his boxer strap, and gently, slowly, softly teased them down. He gasped at the cool air, but then everything was forgotten as I began to move my hand.

Phase Two had begun.

His head was thrown back, his neck revealing the scars that marred his neck which had most definetly not been there when he entered. His eyes were wide, his pupils dilated till his eyes had just a thin strip of gray. "Kyo, Kyo, Kyo, Kyo!" He repeated my name over and over and over under his breath, like a mantra, begging and pleading and bucking underneath me –

I was winning. I was winning. A deep, sickening blow in my stomach made me consider for one moment that this was so much more than a battle for Yuki.

I would destroy him.

But why do I care? Wasn't that what this was about?

I realized, that with my musings, I had stopped moving, and Yuki was staring at me with foggy eyes. He moved up, kissing me softly, and whispered my name one more time. "Kyo…"

And he came, bucking against me with a harsh cry I tried to swallow with my mouth but still reverberated around the room in a fashion which I was sure would make the windows shatter, but all that happened was his back arched painfully and both he and I were absolutely soaked.

The harsh, salty smell invaded me and stripped me bare of everything. It made my stomach turn, and I felt my throat close slightly. He moaned, long and hard, head flopping forward onto my shoulder, and I found my hands naturally draping around his waist. He fell asleep against my shoulder with a sigh, and I glanced at the clock. We had more than enough time. I could let him sleep for now.

But…

How much was I willing to break him?

A/N

Aha… I was going to be so cruel and leave it where it says "Just how far…" 'cause I'm evil, but I was nice to ya. ;)

Hehe… next chapter lemon! (Probably.) Phase Three. Yup.

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