Last Chapter! Just finishing getting stuff up here. Thanks for all the reviews!
Ikuto and Yoru: Bathrooms
"Waiting wating waiiiting" Yoru rolled over from his back to his belly, pawing at the door. "Didja hear me, Ikuto? I'm waaaiting on yooou" Yoru snickered when he heard a groan.
"Go away."
"But Ikuto, you know we have to stick together. I'm your shugo chara"
"When has that ever stopped you from wandering off before?"
"But today is special. I love Ikuto so much"
"Now you sound like Utau. What the hell do you want?"
"I wanna play."
"Then go make some friends."
"I wanna play with Ikuto."
"No."
"Why not? We used to all the time!"
"I was a little kid."
"So? You aren't all grown up yet!"
"Close enough."
"Aw, c'mon Ikuto! Play with me? Pleeease?"
"Your puppy eyes won't work when I can't see you."
"Then open the door! It's not like I haven't seen you pee before!"
"Yoru…"
"Yep?"
"… Go away."
Ikuto rolled his eyes at Yoru's audible pout. "But… but…"
"But what?"
"I miss you!"
"Yoru, there is no way you miss me. You saw me less than 2 minutes ago, and now you won't leave and let me piss."
"You need to get over that. Are you that shy?"
"No. I need you to go away."
"How are you ever going to get a date if you can't pee?"
"I can piss! It's you that won't go away and—"
"Ikuto, I am part of you and you can't even use the bathroom with me ioutside/i the door?"
"…"
"And people call me a pussy…" Yoru just shook his head, smirking.
"… Shut up…"
"But it's the truth, isn't it? Little Ikuto-chan isn't potty trained? What would the Kiddie King say…?"
"I swear, if you even think about it...!"
"So you aren't potty trained?!"
"That is not what I meant and you know it."
"I just don't get it. How can you be too nervous to pee? That's just stupid."
"… Is not."
"It is too."
"And I am not a pussy."
"Took you long enough to refute that."
"You are annoying me."
"Heh. I'll leave you alone now to do your business."
He heard Ikuto's sigh of relief. With a small smirk, he slammed his fists against the door and took off.
"That wasn't even funny." Ikuto just sighed, returning to his business and shrieking a bit when he saw Yoru floating right beside his crotch.
"Heeey there, Ikuto-chan!"
"Get out!"
"Aw, why? Don't you like me?"
"Yes. When you are asleep, you can be sort of okay."
"You like me more than that!"
"No. I don't."
"You just won't admit you love me too because you are too manly! If you can't confess your feelings, you will never win a girl."
"I want to win a girl?"
"Oh, so Ikuto's gay?"
Ikuto just glared. "I am not gay."
"But you don't want to win a girl?"
"Hn."
"Are you a transvestite? Or a hermaphrodite?"
"No, I'm straight. I just have no interest in girls."
"Oooh, really? What about Amu-chan, hm?"
"… Shut up."
"See, you need to learn to confess your feelings. Repeat after me, okay?"
"I still need to piss…"
"I"
"…"
"Say it!"
"I"
"Good kitty, aren't you Ikuto?"
"…"
"Now, love!"
"… love…"
"My favorite and cutest and hottest companion in the whole worlddd"
"My shugo."
"Yes. Now all together!"
"… I love my shugo…"
"YAY! I know you do, even if you won't admit it. I am just too cute, I know"
"Want to play a game now?"
Yoru's eyes widened and he grinned. "R-Really?"
"Yes. You go hide and I'll come find you. Hide and seek?"
Yoru snickered happily. "Yes! I'll hide somewhere and you'll inever/i be able to find me!"
"Go for it. I'll count to 300 in here."
Ikuto smirked to himself as Yoru disappeared. He was finally able to relieve himself without anyone hovering over his shoulder. And thus, life was good.
IkutoxTadase: Telling you the subject would ruin it. xD
His chest heaved up and down; his back leapt off the bed, arching as flaming hands streaked down his sides. He was on fire. Everything was on fire. He could barely tell what was happening; it was so rough and fast and needy.
"G-God!" Tadase took whatever air he could get in between his smothered moans and cries.
Ikuto wasn't going to be gentle tonight, that much was obvious. Tadase had never seen that glint in the other man's eye—was it anger? rage? It was frightening, especially since there was really no hope for the small blonde.
He was trapped on the bed. His wrists were bound to the headboard with god-knows-what. Tadase struggled against them at first, but how could he even muster the strength? It took all the power he had not to scream at the top of his lungs. He writhed on the bed, trying to tear his chest away from Ikuto's.
And Ikuto hadn't even started the real stuff yet. He was taking his time, just playing his damn little game.
Tadase moaned at the cat's touch; his thighs rubbing suggestively against Ikuto's sides even though he was trying to get away. But was he even trying anymore?
Why were they doing this anyway? When it ended up this way, Ikuto always won. Why was he even trying? It really was futile to try to win. And how did you even win against someone who could make you come screaming his name with just a smirk? Tadase bit his lip. He had to win.
Tadase's eyes clamped shut. Seeing Ikuto might make him lose it and he wasn't going to give in that easily. His teeth were clenched together in a grimace; his cheeks were red and his entire body was damp with sweat. He wasn't going to give into a damn hand job, regardless of who was giving it to him.
And as soon as Ikuto realized that, he upped the ante. Grabbing Tadase's thighs, he hauled the boy into the air and slammed himself in.
It hurt. Yeah, Tadase was used to it, but even with preparation it still was uncomfortable for a few minutes. But he wasn't going to let Ikuto know. He couldn't help his cries when Ikuto found what he was looking for. God, his seme did not know what he was missing. There was nothing like being absolutely, ruthlessly hammered. Tadase found himself swept up in the feeling. It made him feel dirty. It made him feel naughty. It made him feel used. In other words, he loved it.
Tadase bit back his groan when he felt Ikuto's lips capture one of his nipples. He was a cat; he had a way with biting and licking and god he knew what he was doing. Tadase threw his head back unconsciously and felt Ikuto's smirk against his skin. He knew it was there. He knew it, and it was taking everything he had not to give in right that moment.
He couldn't, though. He had to hang on. Tadase was determined to win this fight. Little did Ikuto know, he did have a secret weapon. And he wasn't oblivious to Ikuto's obvious need. And when he heard it—the beginnings of that Ikuto-is-holding-back purr—he clenched the muscles in his bottom as tightly as he could.
The effect was immediate. With a cuss, Ikuto slammed his lips against Tadase's and forced the blonde's mouth open, simultaneously spraying his load. Tadase, having won the battle, opened his eyes and came to Ikuto's pleasured expression.
A few minutes later, Ikuto removed himself with a loud, nasty slurp. Tadase couldn't help but grin and tug on his bonds. As Ikuto untied the knots, Tadase stared up at him smugly.
"Hey Ikuto."
"..."
"Guess who won?"
"Stop that."
"Guess who won, Ikuto-chan?"
Tadase smirked at the growl.
"I won. And you know what that means from now on?"
"... Yeah."
"Good kitty!" With his hands now freed, Tadase wrapped his arms around Ikuto's neck and gave him a quick peck. "When you change the roll, the toilet paper has to face outwards!"
IkutoxTadase: Exhibitionism
There was something about Tadase's innocence that just sent sparks through Ikuto's entire body. He tried to repress them; he really did. But with that sweet face and that virgin ass and those huge crimson eyes how exactly was Ikuto supposed to resist? Simply put, he wasn't. There was no reason for him to resist. Tadase truly was bringing it upon himself. It was entirely the blonde's fault for being so damn naïve.
And it was so easy to do because Tadase was so pathetically easy that sometimes Ikuto wondered what on earth made him so submissive and completely gullible. He didn't spend too much time dwelling on it because he liked the fact Tadase was easy. That meant fulfilling his... urges... was simpler. It would just happen. He would see Tadase and he would feel the churning in his stomach began. He would feel the rush of adrenaline, the loud thumping of his heart. And he wouldn't resist. He couldn't resist.
And since looking at Tadase caused his problem, it was all the blonde's fault. He had no right to get so angry about it when truthfully he was bringing it on himself. Ikuto couldn't repress his animalistic needs and Tadase should simply accept it or grow a damn backbone and do something to make it stop because his typical begging and pleading did nothing but turn the cat on even more.
It was simply so easy to do. He'd see Tadase. He would grab his arm and haul him off to some place secluded. He would leer, grin, smirk. Tadase would realize what was going on, gasp, try to run away. Ikuto would hold him in place as he shoved down his own pants, forcing the younger to stare at his arousal.
"You like what you see?" Ikuto would say. He'd lick his lips and press his body against Tadase's. "How big is it? Tell me. "
Tadase would be uncomfortable and flustered. He always was. He would try to avert his eyes. He'd look down when Ikuto made him. Those wide and innocent crimson eyes would widen and he'd look away. Ikuto would watch him, smirking. He would grab Tadase's head in his hands and force the boy to stare at it until he could feel the pressure swelling in lower regions. Ikuto would gasp and his grip on Tadase would slack; the blonde would run away. As soon as he was out of sight, Ikuto would come moaning Tadase's name. He didn't even need to touch himself. Just the blonde's face was enough to bring him all the pleasure he could ever ask for.
So really, it was all Tadase's fault.
