A/N: This one was NOT written by me, (as you can probably tell from the drastic differences in writing skill, this one's better) but my lovely (and threatening) reviewer anmah. Isn't she awesome? Uh… 'Brina? I suggest you don't read this one…

-Pop- Chew chew…-Pop- Chew chew…-Pop-

Annoyed glances directed at him were blissfully ignored as the redheaded, cerulean-eyed teenager flipped the pages of his magazine carelessly, continuing his noisy play with the pink substance in his mouth.

-Pop- Chew chew…-Pop- Chew chew…-Po-

"Ahem." a clearing of the throat struggling to sound polite interrupted the boy's incessant chewing, and he was forced to tear his eyes away from the colorful pages of his Playboy to look up at the stern faced librarian.

"Yes? May I help you?" he greeted with a charming smile.

The librarian's dark, beady eyes were narrowed, "Young man, this is a library and the people around you are trying to concentrate."

Curious blinking, "…But so am I." he answered.

"…Yes, I…" she stole a glance at his choice of – literature, "suppose so, but gum chewing is not permitted in the library. You must either leave or dispose of your gum."

"…Oh," Sengoku looked down at the Playboy in his hands – the brunette's face was deliciously inviting, and he had left his library card at home… – he looked back up at the librarian, "I'll get rid of the gum."

"Damn it…" Sengoku swore under his breath, hands stuffed into the pockets of his school uniform; he was still a ways away from home, it was sweltering hot, and he was on a drastic sugar low – and that had been his last piece of gum!

"Shit…" while crossing the street, he felt a thin trail of sweat run down his temple; hot…Hot…The sights he was seeing did not help either – two kids licking ice cream cones – hot…Hot… - Some guy watering his plants… - Hot…Burning… - Hot girl with her boyfriend drinking slushies… - Shiiiit…Ho- Oh!

"Jackpot!" fishing out the newly discovered 500 yen from his pocket, Sengoku dashed to the nearest candy store.

The hefty store owner let out a laugh upon seeing Sengoku ripping the wrapper apart as fast as his fingers would let him, "At least wait till you've paid for it son."

"Can't…Sugar…Low…De…Hydrated…" answered the tennis player in between thirsty pants.

"That'll be 500 yen." spoke the owner, holding out a hand for the money.

The tennis player reached out a hand to pay the man, while still fiddling with the sticky wrapping of the gum packet – as a result, the coin fell away from his hand and hit the ground with a clink. Mumbling yet another swear under his breath, Sengoku placed the gum packet on the counter while bending down to pick up the coin when –

"Hey! That's not yours!" the owner's sudden yell caused him to stand straight once again, only to see a dark haired figure run out of the store – and his gum packet missing.

It only took Sengoku a second to wham the currency on the counter before dashing after the figure.

Sengoku was not sure how long the chase lasted, his sense of time seemed to have been swept away with the wind as his feet practically flew off the ground due to his natural athleticism. The figure running away from him was just as vigorous, as he gracefully wove through the crowds and jumped over the occasional skateboard. But there were a few things that Sengoku was aware of – the harsh rays of the sun beating down on him, and the beads of sweat surfacing atop his skin, and the dryness within his mouth – god damn it, he wanted his gum! But that's not all…He mused, eyes falling to the other's rear.

He turned into a deserted corner in between two stores, just in time to see the culprit pop two pieces of gum into his mouth right in front of his face – that was the provocation, and Sengoku attacked like a shark.

Lips covered a mouth already wetted by the gum, and a tongue thrust in without restraint. Sengoku had done well to buy the one with strawberry filling. The culprit's teeth bit into the sugary core, and sweet crimson filling enveloped his mouth – Sengoku wasted no time in having his tongue swoop the liquid off the other's tongue, tickling it. The motion also caused the redhead to bring his body closer to the other, their chests colliding and having the thief be pushed into the wall behind him. Sengoku's slender fingers entangled within the dark, curly locks, his arm wrapping around the slender waist, pushing the other closer and closer till it almost felt as if they were one.

Lips sucked on lips, the succulent crimson juice drank, breaths mingled with each other. The thief's arms were draped around his neck, desperately clutching on as their tongues danced in a rush, uncaring of the saliva and crimson juice near the corners of his mouth. Sengoku drank it all in, the taste of the juice mixed together with the taste of his little devil; sweet, succulent, bold, sharp – he pushed him further into the wall, their hips grinding against one another's. His thief let out a desperate moan as he felt both their arousals collide, and a slender hand ran down his chest and dove underneath his shirt, touching the warm, sweaty skin as a message. They broke away for but a moment, eyes meeting; deep blue colliding with enrapturing green, bruised lips merely inches apart, flushed faces staring at one another. His thief's eyes were pleading, begging; the hand underneath his shirt slid upwards, rubbing against the stomach chiseled from rigorous training at boxing. He craned his pale neck, reaching up to bite and tug at Sengoku's now rosette lips.

Sengoku felt a strong urge to smile; oh, he was desperate all right. Diving down, Sengoku claimed the younger one's neck, kissing and nipping at the delicate skin. His thief moaned loudly, craning his neck to the side, leaving more exposed skin. Sengoku nibbled his way down the other's collarbone, making his way to the center and letting his tongue leave a trail of saliva. The other was so occupied with the feeling of chill and wetness on his skin, he did not notice the hand trailing down his forearm until – "Hah!" the warmth against his own lithe form disappeared, the breath at his ear vanished, and Sengoku was at least a foot away from him, holding up the bright pink gum packet with a giant Cheshire cat grin.

His cute little thief gaped at him, "Wh-What the hell was that-??!" he cried, referring to the sudden stop in their make-out session.

Sengoku's grin only widened as he fished out a piece of gum and placed it in between his teeth. Green eyes stared as pearly whites bit into the soft substance, cutting it into two, slender fingers pulled the second part out, a line of crimson trailing behind. The first piece vanished into the mouth of one Sengoku Kiyosumi. The thief unconsciously swallowed, hard, and ran his tongue over his lips. Sengoku moved in and placed one arm next to the slender frame; his thief – now his prey – stiffened immediately. He brought his lips near the other's ear, "Next time, think twice about stealing from me, Aka-chan."