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The ashtray was full, Kyo noticed. For someone who seemed to be so clean and hygienic, he shouldn't leave that much ash to pile up. Either that or he smoked so much that—no, he really didn't want to think about that. The rest of the apartment was chaotic to basically everyone except Yuki. Books stacked up, some as high as his knees, all around the floor. Although some were flipped open, most of them were dog-eared. Laundry was slung over the only chair, even the table was covered in old take-out containers and homework spread out over the surface, interrupted only by another full ashtray.

"You know, cleaning once in a while is a good thing." Kyou said, eyebrow ticking at the mess.

He heard a muffled snort from around the corner. "You are the last person I want to hear that from."

"Shut up! My place is way the hell cleaner than yours y'know! It's just my damned school shit that gets all over the place!"

"And, of the two of us, who do you think needs to be more organized in school?"

"You know what screw this!" Kyou whipped around, already in tantrum mode, only to have it die just as it began at the sight of his new lover.

Well, okay sort of lover. Either way, it wasn't something that he expected, not until at least after college. Not only that, but to have his new lover be this, well, pretty. Yuki was an art model though, Kyou was sure it came with the job description. According to Haru, he really didn't even need the damned job. It was just a pastime. But, the apocalypse would rain down on their heads if he wasn't good at it anyway.

He raised one delicate eyebrow. "Done staring yet? I thought you would have gotten past this by now."

"Shut up," he flipped back around, trying to look like he was looking over the apartment instead of willing away his blush. "Is there anywhere for me to sit or am I gonna hafta make room?"

Yuki sighed, "I really thought that by now Kyou-chan, you'd be able to little things like this by yourself."

Kyou's eyebrow twitched and clenched his jaw. "Don't use that as an excuse to be lazy asshole."

"I would never do such a thing, my precious Kyou-chan." He tapped a notebook on his chin and smiled. Then he gestured at the empty space on the table. "For you, your Highness."

Kyou growled and sat down with a huff. Yuki just chuckled and slipped into his kitchen. Their banter reminded Kyou a lot of the first few hours they'd spent together. Haru, that asshole, had asked Kyou to come to the damned art building at eight fucking o'clock in the morning so he could pose for another one of his goddamn pictures. Because Kyou couldn't do that at a more reasonable time, like say, four o'clock, after his damned classes. But no, the great Haru-sama needed the first phase of his project to be done by nine, so there he was at eight fucking o'clock in the morning. The only thing that made it worse was the incorrigible presence of his stupid, model cousin.

At first glance he looked like an angel. Like someone out of those paintings they did on the top of churches or whatever. Like someone mythical and ethereal looking. It definitely helped that he had been buck ass naked at the time. So there was no questioning his beauty. At least, until he opened his mouth. In that moment Kyou knew that he had met the greatest obstacle in his life. Someone who could drag out a deadly combination of hormones and rage from him that, would, he was almost sure, be the death of him.

They found themselves enamored by each other and on a "date" by the end of the week. The "date" was altogether too awkward and so uncharacteristic of both of them that Kyou would make no effort to recall the details. Regardless of all of that, Yuki had goaded Kyou into going back to his apartment. And here they were.

"Relax." Kyou jumped when Yuki set down a hot cup of tea. The mug was thick, the kind that was reminded him of rainy days that he got to spend indoors. Those were at least tolerable. "You are acting like I've forced you to come to a lion's den or something."

Kyou grunted and focused his gaze on the yellowish liquid in the cup. He couldn't look at Yuki right now. Not without blushing like a schoolgirl anyway. Fuck, no one ever told him that dating was this damned embarrassing!

"You might as well leave then." Yuki stood up and walked into what Kyou presumed was his bedroom. Shutting the door with a final click.

It took Kyou about a minute to process what had just happened. "Oh hell no!" He stood up and kicked swiftly at the door. Cursing loudly as the knuckled part of his foot burst out in agony. "Open this damned door Yuki!"

The response was muffled and quiet enough that Kyou had to hold in his heavy breath to hear the rest of it. "…o go away."

"What! Don't you have any balls?" He slammed his hand against the door, noting vaguely that it hurt less than kicking.

"Don't think you can just kick me out like that dumbass!"

The door that Kyou had been leaning against disappeared under his hands and before he could adjust his weight he was falling. Fuck, he was falling fast. He was going to hit the floor before he could even—

"It's my damned apartment you stu—Whoa!" They landed face-to-face, heartbeats thumping unevenly, breaths colliding like armies in a long awaited battle. It was a thoughtless decision that triggered everything.

"Can we just—"

"Yeah, let's…"

Their mouths met in a soft kiss. Too much tongue to be considered innocent but not quite dirty either. A perfect first kiss as far as Kyou was concerned. He was never into being particularly chaste anyway.

"C'mere," Yuki flipped them over and pulled him up, neither could help the force that pulled them close to each other again. Yuki backed them into his room, pulling Kyou awkwardly and they stumbled onto the unmade mess. Yuki didn't give him a minute to think, yanking at his shirt, trying to pull it off in one go. So rough and fast Kyou swore he tore it. The shirt caught in one of his armpits, half of it resting on a shoulder, the other half stubbornly clinging to him. Kyou's breath hitched. Yuki used that moment to pull away from his mouth and attach onto a naked nipple.

Kyou hissed between his teeth. The air was sucked in so fast it made a high pitched, almost whiny noise. Yuki fastened his hands to Kyou's back forcing the arch he was already making deeper. Trapping him in the sweet confines of his grip. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, Kyou bit his lip to hold back the scream in his throat. He couldn't hold back the whimper.

"Oh," Yuki let out a hot breath, pressing his tongue against the sensitive flesh. "You like this don't you."

Kyou couldn't help his soft whimpers and judging by the look on Yuki's face and the heat bubbling under his cheeks, he was blushing too. Fuck.

"Sh-shut up." The words were as weak as his whimpers and Kyou's pride began to commit seppuku. When he started to suck again Kyou yelled and bent over him. Hands grappling with his soft grey hair, he couldn't seem to get a good grip. It was too soft. Too perfect.

When he released the skin, Kyou gasped. Just when air was just staring to fill his lungs and clarity was starting to ground him, Yuki's question flipped upside down him faster than Shishou ever had.

"You ever done this before?"


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