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Author's Note YAY! I broke 50 reviews! So for your reward, there's going to be a surprise in this chapter! Though I'm not saying good or bad… or it could be one of both. ;) Hope you enjoy it!
Warning: Awkward sexual situations ahead. :P That's all I'm saying.
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Chapstick, Chapped Lips, and Things Like Chemistry
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10th Tube
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The smell of an actual home cooked meal wafted through the doorway to Yusuke's borrowed bedroom. It was Wednesday, a little over halfway through the week, and Yusuke had almost given up hope of something other than take-out. He smiled wide before sitting up quickly from his reclined position over the edge of the bed. His head spun from the blood rushing back so quickly, but then hopped off the piece of furniture and bounded to the kitchen.
There was casserole dish sitting on one counter, filled with chicken casserole by the smell of it, and Yusuke grabbed a plate from the cabinet. He dished out a serving for himself along with the other side dishes sitting around the casserole and seated himself beside the ruby-eyed boy already neatly consuming his own meal at the kitchen table. Yusuke surmised that even if Hiei didn't look it, he had quite a few different mannerisms. Eating perfectly seemed to be one.
"I didn't know you could cook," Yusuke said lightly between bites.
"You never asked."
The raven-haired boy nearly dropped his fork in shock. Hiei…talking… "Wait, what'd you say?"
"I said 'You never asked.' I can cook. What's the big deal? Everyone should know how to cook." Hiei said this as if it were the most obvious thing in the world, and the fact that Yusuke couldn't quite get his mouth to shut as he stared at him was making him look like an idiot.
"You've never said so much to me! So why did you make dinner, anyway? Usually we just end up ordering out."
"I thought it'd be a nice change. If you don't like it, then you don't have to eat it." The hard look in Hiei's eyes told Yusuke that if he said one wrong thing about the meal, he'd regret it forever. "Anyway, Yukina and I used to go to a prep school up north. We moved here just last year. One of the required classes at our old school was a cooking one."
"A prep school, are you kidding me? You? In a prep school?"
"Yes. Now get over it." Death glares from Hiei were intensely scary Yusuke decided quickly. "I hated most of the other classesbecause all of those stuck up pricks always had something to say, but at least in the cooking one I could ignore them and just concentrate on the food."
"So why'd you guys move here then?"
Hiei slid his chair back quietly and took his empty plate to the dishwasher. "Be happy that you learned as much as you did tonight."
"Hey, wait!" Yusuke called out as Hiei left the kitchen. "Hey! Hiei! Come back!" Yusuke jogged across the kitchen to catch the boy before he got too far away. "If I kiss you again, will you tell me more?"
A hard smack resounded through the room as the book Hiei was holding made contact with skin. But even the thrown novel couldn't wipe the broad grin off Yusuke's face. (1)
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Across the town, other students of the eccentric drama teacher's class were sitting down to their own dinner. Light, or in other cases tense, conversations were shared. In the home of one Akito Sohma, his red-haired houseguest was currently engaging in a conversation with his mother and flashing a charming smile to the others around the long dinner table. He was proving to be a very charismatic individual, and in his short stay at the house had won the friendship and respect of everyone there – something that Akito had been trying to do for the longest time.
It unnerved Akito to no end to know that this boy had just waltzed in and won everyone over. Most of the people showed Kurama the type of respect that should have been solely saved for Akito alone. The delicate crystal glass shattered beneath his grip and small shards were wedged into his palm. Most of the table's occupants quickly turned to see what had happened, and Akito glimpsed his mother sending off a butler for a first aid kit to clean him up.
"I'm fine," he said sharply, standing up quickly and catching the eye of nearly everyone in the room. The pale teen's gaze fell to his partner. He was staring at the wine currently swirling within his own glass, a slight frown playing at his lips. "I'm going to go fix my hand and then I'm going to bed. Do not bother me." A chair was roughly shoved back and a door slammed loudly as Akito stormed out of the dining room.
A couple of hours later, Kurama found himself turning into his own bed, sheets cool against his bare chest. He was close to sleep when the creak of a bed frame and sinking of a mattress brought him back completely. A cold arm snaked its way around his waist and an equally frigid chest was pressed to his back as their owner spooned himself against Kurama.
"What do you want, Akito?"
"Is it too much to just want some bedroom company?" Kurama shivered as a bandaged hand ran over the smooth plane of his chest and down his abdomen.
"I never said that you could come in here."
Akito's hand brushed the waist of Kurama's pajama bottoms, and Kurama jerked it away. "It's my house, Shuichi. And I'll do whatever I please." The hand was roughly yankedback, and its owner began running it through scarlet tresses. No sooner had he started, though, did Kurama sit up and walk away from the bed.
"I don't care if this is your house or not. You were not invited into this room, and if you touch me one more time, you'll regret ever laying a single finger on me. I don't like to play games, Akito, and you're pushing me slowly to my limit." Akito simply rolled off the bed and sashayed to the doorway, stopping briefly to give Kurama a leering smile.
"One day, Shuichi. One day you'll be screaming for me to touch you."
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Most Thursday mornings were just like every other morning. A normal routine was in place for two perfectly normal people. But on this Thursday morning, one of the two was facing a dilemma. Being a sixteen year old boy meant that he was just one perfectly toned body full of raging hormones just waiting to be released. He crawled quietly from his bed, a change of clothes jerked quickly from his chest of drawers and held carefully in front of him. The last thing he needed was for his roommate to wake up and see the bulge formed in the front of his shorts.
But most of all, he wouldn't want his roommate to ask him what gave him the erection in the first place, because Kyo wasn't sure that he could honestly say that he didn't remember. Visions of ivory skin tinged pink and violet irises glazed over in ecstasy filled his mind, and Kyo ran quickly, but quietly to the bathroom. "I've got to forget! What the hell was I thinking about that for anyway? I thought that was Haru's territory. I guess I'll just take care of it in the shower," he thought as he turned the shower on.
The owner of said ivory skin and violet eyes that were haunting Kyo's dreams was currently stirring on the futon. He sat up groggily, never being a morning person and never being all together in the morning. Thinking that Kyo must be already prepared to leave since he was always out of the shower by the time Yuki awoke, Yuki stood quickly, wobbling on spot, and walked slowly to the bathroom, eyes completely closed the entire time.
The door to the bathroom swung open easily, and Yuki began stripping off his pajamas, eyes still shut. "Mmm… it's so warm in here, Kyo must've just gotten out," Yuki thought to himself. "Oh, he must've left the water on for me, too." The silvery-haired boy slid the door open and stepped inside the shower, slowly opening his eyes to find the shampoo.
He was clearly not prepared for the sight before him when he woke that morning. His feet slipped and he had to grab the shower door to keep from falling completely. Yuki flushed as Kyo let out a breathy moan, and Yuki's whimper followed closely. Kyo had been standing in the shower, one arm propped against the wall facing the showerhead, and with the hand of the other arm wrapped firmly around a very obvious hard-on.
Kyo's hand dropped quickly as he whipped his head around. "CHRIST! GET OUT! WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN HERE?" Yuki started and slipped again, this time a hand catching Kyo's shoulder to keep balance, but to no avail. It simply resulted in both of them being slipping to the shower floor. Kyo wished that they had a larger shower because the confined space resulted in a very compromising situation in which wet chests were melded together and Yuki's thigh was pressed tightly against a very firm body part wishing his own hardening cock to not to betray him. Sadly, Kyo had already noticed.
"You're getting hard on this! I can't believe you!"
"Yeah! Well I don't see you losing yours!"
"I-" Kyo started but couldn't finish since it was the truth. He tried to get back to his feet, but only succeeded in sliding back down. "Just get out!"
"I can't! You're on top of me, moron!"
"Well, move your leg so that I don't end up hurting something!"
"Well, I would, but you're pushing so hard against it!"
"WHAT?"
"I-! You know what I mean, pervert!"
"Pervert? I'm not the one that got so hard on this!"
"LIKE I SAID, YOU'RE NOT LOSING YOURS!"
"Maybe it's because of the dream I had!" Kyo shouted while trying to turn the shower off. The water continually raining down on them was making the situation even more difficult, and not to mention slippery.
"You dreamt that we were naked in a shower together?"
"I didn't say that I dreamt about this! This is definitely not what we were doing!" Almost immediately after the words tumbled from his mouth, Kyo muttered a low "shit" and jerked himself up using the shower door. He slipped twice, but managed to keep his footing long enough to stumble out of the shower. Grabbing a towel and his clothes, Kyo ran back down the hall to his bedroom andkicked the door shut.
Yuki was still lying on the shower floor fifteen minutes later when he heard the front door slam, letting him know that Kyo was already leaving for school. He glanced down at his gradually waning erection and slammed his fist into the tiled wall beside him. "Dammit," he cursed to himself softly. "But at least I've got Truth or Dare material now."
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Yuki had seen very little of Kyo throughout the day, and for that, he was slightly thankful. After their morning escapade, he was sure that there would be some tension. He sat down at the table as his friends all sat around him sliding their trays along the table or dropping their lunch bags from home. The violet-eyed boy placed his own lunch on the table, a cold sub from a nearby deli, and raised his eyebrows at the ebony colored silk bag dropped beside his on the table. Kurama took a seat at the bag and started pulling out few different Tupperware bowls filled with food. He glared at each container as he opened them and began eating, silverware having been placed in the bag as well.
"Kurama, don't you usually eat the school food?" Yuki asked curiously as he watched his friend stab the fork into another piece of food.
As if drawn by the question, Akito sauntered across the lunchroom to where Kurama was sitting. Yuki visibly stiffened, but Kurama refused to acknowledge that the boy was there. "You left your water at home when you rushed out this morning, Shuichi," the boy purred in Kurama's ear, placing the bottle beside the rest of his lunch.
Kurama's gaze never left his food as he bit out a terse "Thank you" and asked Akito to leave. Yuki watched the boy saunter away before turning back to his own lunch. "So, Akito made your lunch?"
"No. He made his mom make it. He insisted that I take a lunch from home and said that if I didn't, he'd catch me at school and make me take it. I wanted to avoid any run-ins with him today, so I took it. I don't remember there ever being a bottle of water on the counter when I took my lunch, so I'm assuming that he brought one just to get under my skin."
"Um, wow. He's pretty out-there, don't you think?" Yuki asked, fully remembering how Akito could get to someone.
"Oh, it gets better. Last night, he tried coming on to me. I fully refused, and he said something about me eventually begging him to touch me or something, but I doubt that will ever happen. Anyway, did anything interesting happen between you and Kyo last night? "
"Well, nothing really happened last night." Yuki's face flushed as he remembered their interesting morning. "This morning was, er…strange."
Kurama's attention was now shared between his food and his best friend's obvious embarrassment. "Well? Go on then."
The other boy stared at his food as he started to tell his story, keeping his voice low so that those who weren't supposed to hear didn't. "Well, I got up to take a shower, like normal. Only this time…he was still in there, and, um, he was in a, er…compromising situation."
"Compromising?"
"I kind of got in there with him while he was, you know…relieving stress," he finished in a whisper.
A slight chuckle escaped Kurama's lips as he willed himself not to burst out laughing from the hilarity of the incidence. "So you basically got into a hot shower with him while he was jerking off? And you were both naked? At the very least, did this help you decide?"
Yuki continued to look down at his food, his sub nearly whole. "Yes, that's what happened. And I'm positive now."
"Oh, really? And how did you arrive at that conclusion?"
Silvery eyebrows furrowed in annoyance, gaze still down. "I got hard as a rock in there. I think that pretty much decides it, doesn't it?"
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"Hey! Haru!" A boy with curly (2) orange hair, a shade or two darker than Kyo's, bounded across the cafeteria towards the small group of five. "Haru, I was thinking that after my soccer practice today we could go to the arcade for a while and just hang out. You know, take a break from the play part and all that. Whaddya say?"
"Asking my friend out on a date, baby brother?" Shizuru had a cigarette dangling between her lips as she smirked at Kuwabara. "I'm not sure you're his type."
"He's not," Haru interjected lightly. "Though, I wouldn't mind going to the arcade."
Kuwabara glanced between the two of them, not sure which part he should take as the insult. "Wait a minute. I didn't know you guys were friends! And you better get rid of that cigarette, Shizuru! You know smoking's not allowed in the cafeteria!"
"It's not lit," Haru commented softly.
Shizuru laughed lightly as she told her brother to leave them. "I swear, if I didn't know that he was completely straight with the hots for that Yukina chick, I'd swear he was making a pass at you!" She dangled her arm around Haru's neck, and as each word came out, her breath was warm against Haru's ear.
"And if I didn't know any better, I'd swear you are now."
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Chapter 10 title: In Combat by Aberdeen City
1 – Yes, that book hit Yusuke in the face. :P
2 – I think that Kuwabara's hair looks curly.
Wow! I'm not sure who I surprised more! Myself or you guys! I kind of just started writing and wow…Look what happened. There are some secrets that are hinted at in this chapter, so I hope that some of you catch on. ) Here's to a new chapter and the hurried release of the next:D
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Tsuki Fox: You'll just have to see about the Akito thing ;) And Haru's staying with Kazuma Kuwabara:D I'm glad you love this story!
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PurpleAjah: I'm glad you think it's so funny! I'm going to try to write in the actual drama of the story, but still keep it light and funny. :) Hopefully I will succeed and it will be amazing!
Adi88: Yes, Yusuke's name has reminded me of that a couple of times. I think that so far, Akito is becoming my favorite character to write. It's just so easy to make him come off as twisted sexy.
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