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~Hidden Addiction~
:Intoxicated:
Yuki picked up the mail, sorting through the various sized envelopes.
"Resident…resident…resident…" Murmuring under his breath, the silver-haired teen paused when he came to an envelope with his name on it. Glancing at the return address, Yuki hurriedly opened it.
Two tickets fluttered to the floor. Snatching them up, the silver-haired teen stuffed them in his pocket and hurriedly scanned the lazy scrawl on the accompanying stationary.
Thanks for the help. Remember--it's a surprise. Bring him over around eleven o'clock. Best of luck. Later, --Mike.
Crumpling the paper up and pressing the palms of his hands to his forehead, Yuki sighed. What had he been thinking…?
"Hey, Yuki!" The silver-haired teen glanced up at the sound of his voice. His sandy-haired friend, Keith, was waving to him. Matt, whose hair was a dark shade of violet today, was standing next to him…as were two other young men Yuki couldn't recall having met before. Closing his laptop and packing his things, Yuki slung his satchel over his shoulder and made his way over to the four young men. "Hello…" Yuki greeted the small group. "Hey, Yuki…" Matt nodded, his voice monotonous as ever. "These guys were looking for you." "Oh?" Yuki asked, keeping a neutral face as he surreptitiously studied the young men in question. One had messy, dark hair and a decidedly mischievous smile…the other, a vibrant blonde with green eyes, looked friendly enough, though his fun-loving grin made Yuki feel slightly wary. "So you're Yuki Sohma, then?" The dark-haired stranger spoke up, his grin never fading. "I'm Mike…this is Chris." Jerking a thumb at his blonde friend, the dark-featured man didn't pause to let Yuki answer. "My dad owns the dojo Kyo works at." "That's nice." Yuki replied politely, waiting for his newest acquaintance to get to the point. "…What does that have to do with me, though?" Chris laughed. "No wonder they said he was hard to approach." The blonde smiled kindly. Yuki threw his friends an inquisitive glance. Matt shrugged, and Keith was about to answer when Mike spoke again. "Kyo put you down as his reference, so we decided you'd be our best bet for getting some information on the little devil." "I still don't understand." "It's simple. My dad was simply amazed at how quickly Kyo managed to save the dojo…it was about to go out of business, when Dad decided to try one last time to save it. He hoped a foreign, straight-from-Japan teacher would incite interest, so he hired Kyo. Not only is Kyo Japanese, but he looks intriguing…I swear that the Hollywood agents are tailing him to and from the dojo, and Dad swears he's never seen so many girls enrolled in karate. The place has become a gold-mine, and Dad's thrilled. So he wants to throw Kyo a kind of 'thank-you party'." "And since Mike has a decently understanding father," Chris cut in, continuing the narrative. "He left the whole 'thank-you' bash up to us…since we're more likely to understand 'the average teenage mind'…" "But there's the problem." Mike grinned. "Kyo's no ordinary teen…we've got no real idea what he likes. So…" "Care to help us out a little?" Chris asked. "What Kyo likes…?" Yuki repeated slowly. "He likes heights…and action. And the color maroon. He likes entertainment…but not necessarily entertaining…so you shouldn't invite too many people to this thing. And he likes fish." "Great." Mike interrupted. "I've got it. The exact thing. Do us one more favor, Yuki?" "…What?" "Get him to come to the party. He won't go if we ask…and to be frank, he probably won't go for you, either. So just, I dunno, lie or something, but get him to come, okay?" The dark-haired young man grinned. "Thanks, man. Catch you later." Waving lazily, Mike sauntered off, talking animatedly to Chris, who was pulling out his mobile and scrolling down his contact list. "…I'm hard to approach?" Yuki asked, still processing everything that had just happened. "Yuki, do you have any idea how many people on this campus know who you are?" Matt replied, blowing a few strands of hair out of his eyes. "About two-thirds of the campus. And it's a freakin' huge campus. You aren't exactly a run-of-the-mill student, and that kind of popularity makes you practically unapproachable by default." "We're not saying you're some kind of freak or something…but you do have silver hair, and violet eyes. You're abnormally good-looking…like, you wandered off the set of a movie or something." Keith grinned. "And besides that, you're always so polite and nice, which, ironically makes people even more awed and intimidated by you. So even though everyone on campus could point Mike and Chris in the right direction, they all told them that it was pretty much hopeless trying to approach you unless they had an in." "Which is why they came to us." Matt added, shuffling the tunes on his iphone. "…The whole campus is afraid to approach me, except for the two of you?" "And the half dozen or so girls who've attempted to ask you out…" Matt agreed. "Plus the seven guys who tried the same thing." "So then you two are either completely oblivious to social norms, or you don't care about them." Yuki smiled. "Yeah…I guess that's true…" Keith said slowly, before laughing. "Truthfully, I didn't think twice about introducing myself to you when we first met…and I guess I never really thought to back off afterward. I guess I am kind of oblivious." "Yeah, man…" Matt commented dully. "You are."
Pulling out the tickets, Yuki scanned them, trying to figure out what exactly the deviant, dark-haired Mike and his friend Chris had planned.
Opening his laptop and looking up the name of the place on the ticket, Yuki groaned. This would be the sort of thing Mike and Chris would plan…
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Kyo yawned.
After a long, intensive day at the dojo, he'd come home to an unusually sedated Yuki, who refused to participate in karate or English lessons. The crimson-eyed teen debated pressing the matter, but decided against it. He was tired. His class had been extremely energetic…
Lounging on the couch, the orange-haired teen watched his cousin studiously laboring over his textbooks.
"Understand everything?" Kyo asked, getting up and leaning over the silver-haired teen's shoulder.
"Yes, thank you." Yuki replied shortly, keeping his gaze on his worksheet.
"Hn…" Kyo complained, walking back to the couch and collapsing onto it, an arm draped over his eyes. He would go crazy with restlessness if he didn't do something soon…he may as well get to bed.
Glancing at the clock, Kyo sighed. It was only ten-fifteen. But there was nothing else to do…
Besides, the sooner he went to bed, the sooner tomorrow would come.
Tomorrow…his birthday…
Maybe Shishou had sent something.
He pulled himself off the couch and headed toward the bedroom.
"Where are you going?"
Kyo turned to look at his cousin, eyebrows raised.
"To bed. I'm tired."
"You can't." Yuki stood up.
"Uh…why not?" Kyo quirked an eyebrow at the silver-haired teen.
"Because…because I need your help with this…" Yuki gestured to his homework.
"I thought you said you understood it." Kyo pointed out, walking over to the kitchen table anyway and glancing at the text. "We went over this yesterday. You know what to do."
"I forgot."
"Why are you lying?" Kyo raised his gaze, catching his cousin's eye and waiting.
"I'm not." Yuki declared, glancing at the clock…forty minutes to stall. Kyo was still in his t-shirt and training pants, having not bothered to change after coming back from the dojo…Yuki silently cursed. That was another problem…there was no way the Cat could show up wearing those clothes…
"Yeah, you are." Kyo sighed, running a hand through his hair. "This is simple, Yuki…it took you less than ten minutes to get the hang of it yesterday. You can't honestly expect me to believe you forgot it all."
"Humor me, then."
Throwing the silver-haired teen a suspicious glance, the crimson-eyed teen shrugged and sat down in a chair. He was getting rather agitated. After treating him so coldly the whole evening, suddenly the Rat was making demands and somehow getting Kyo to agree to whatever he asked…the crimson-eyed teen was being toyed with again. Simple as that. Anger started boiling in Kyo's veins.
Until slender hands cupped his face and sweet, addicting lips gently massaged his own.
Yuki maneuvered onto Kyo's lap, straddling the teen and nipping at his lower lip. Surprised, but still suspecting some sort of catch, the crimson-eyed teen opened his mouth and battled for dominance over the kiss. His hands were already running all over the familiar, slender body in his lap.
"You could have just told me this was what you wanted…" Kyo murmured huskily when they broke for air. Yuki didn't answer, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as he once again initiated a kiss. The silver-haired teen willed himself not to think; he just needed to act on instinct…he was terrified to think about what he was doing…and quite frankly, stringing together a coherent thought was hard as hell right now…
But there was something he had to do.
The thought, although it only lingered for less than a second, was enough to enable the slender teen to pull back. Stumbling off of his cousin's lap and bumping into the kitchen table, Yuki gazed at his crimson-eyed roommate through intense, violet eyes.
"Bedroom?" He whispered coyly.
"Wasn't that where I wanted to go in the first place…?" Kyo answered, his voice low and breathy. A small smirk graced his features, his crimson eyes bright.
They had barely made it into the room before Kyo reached out and pulled his silver-haired roommate into his arms. Yuki immediately slipped his hands under the lanky teen's shirt, looking up at his taller cousin with an expectant gaze and tugging impatiently on his clothes.
It wasn't long before Kyo was completely undressed, and Yuki had been stripped to his boxers. Sliding a hand between the silver-haired teen's legs, the crimson-eyed Cat felt a shiver of delight and pure desire course through his body at the sound of familiar, rousing soft moans.
"Sh-shower…" Yuki gasped, trying feebly to remove his cousin's hold.
"Hn…?" Kyo asked, still exploring and teasing every inch of the pale body beside him.
"Let's take a shower…" Yuki whispered, squirming in his cousin's hold, but regaining a bit of control over his body.
"…Now?" Kyo asked sulkily.
"Yes…" Yuki answered, catching the crimson-eyed teen's gaze from under his own long eyelashes.
"Fine…" Kyo agreed after another moment's hesitation. He didn't want to stop, but Yuki had been extremely compliant with his wishes that night…the crimson-eyed teen didn't want to scare the Rat back into hiding by demanding too much…
Reluctantly letting go of the silver-haired teen, Kyo walked toward the restroom. He jumped when he heard the door slam behind him.
"What the hell?" Kyo demanded, trying to open the door. But Yuki had blocked it with something. "Yuki--!"
The Rat had just been toying with him the whole time! Why had he even considered thinking otherwise?!
"Just take a shower. You still reek of the dojo." The silver-haired teen replied softly.
Cursing, Kyo complied. He was covered with sweat…although, it wasn't from the dojo.
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Yuki hurriedly stuffed all of Kyo's clothing into a large duffel bag, laying out only a pair of boxers and the outfit Ayame had given the crimson-eyed teen as a parting gift. The Snake had, as usual, been completely unique in his gift. The clothes weren't anything like what Kyo usually wore--a pair of black slacks with a wine-colored button-up. Still, the Rat knew his cousin would look amazing in the outfit…no doubt the Snake had known Kyo could pull it off, as well…
The shower went off. Yuki grabbed the duffel bag and pushed the bureau he'd used to barricade the bathroom door back against the other wall of the bedroom.
Kyo came out of the bathroom, scowling. Without a word, Yuki slipped past his cousin and into the bathroom, taking the duffel bag with him and locking the bathroom door behind him. He turned the shower on and quickly began to cleanse himself. They were probably going to be late…
"Yuki, where the hell are all my clothes?!" Impatient banging on the bathroom door caused Yuki to grin. This was actually kind of fun…
"I left some on your bed." The silver-haired teen called back, turning the shower off . He heard his cousin grumble, the rustling of clothes, and the sound of the crimson-eyed teen sitting rather angrily down on his bed.
Drying himself thoroughly and dressing in his own clothes, Yuki unlocked the lavatory door and came out.
"What the hell is going on?" Kyo demanded, taking in his cousin's attire--a very dark maroon-colored mandarin-styled shirt and black slacks.
"I need you to come with me." Yuki replied, glancing at the clock. By some miracle, they still had five minutes to get there. It wasn't far. If they hurried…
"Give me one good reason why I should." Kyo snarled, crossing his arms.
"I don't have one, but you're coming anyway." Yuki replied, grabbing his cousin's arm and yanking.
"You think I'm going to just do whatever you want, damn Rat?" Kyo demanded, wrenching his arm free.
"Aren't you curious to find out what's going on?" Yuki asked, exasperated. He was grasping at straws, trying anything to get the Cat to agree. "I'm obviously up to something!"
"Yeah, that's what I'm worried about." Kyo snapped. Still, the crimson-eyed teen was wavering. Yuki could see it in the way his heated crimson glare was flaring up with that certain light.
"…I'm not going to wait forever, Cat." Yuki smiled. "You know you want to follow me." Turning away, grabbing his wallet, and slipping the apartment key in his pocket, the silver-haired teen walked out of the front door.
Cursing under his breath, Kyo reluctantly grabbed his own wallet and followed.
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They were late.
Only by a few minutes, but they were still late.
Yuki paused, looking up at the sky-scraper building, before entering and making his way over to the elevator. Kyo followed, scowling the entire time. Pushing the button for the top floor, Yuki sighed.
He'd made it.
When the elevator doors opened, the silver-haired teen stepped out and walked over to two glass doors, where two tall, muscular men stood, wearing suits.
"Good evening." Yuki greeted them, taking out his wallet and pulling two tickets from it. Handing them to one of the men, the silver-haired teen waited. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a look of pure puzzlement on his cousin's face.
"Welcome to The Edge." The man guarding the door nodded to the two teens and opened one of the glass doors, allowing them entrance.
Kyo took in his surroundings, completely confused. The room--if you could call it that--had a ceiling. It had a floor. But there were no walls; the ceiling was supported by the a few columns stretching from ceiling to floor, and instead of walls, railings surrounded the perimeter. On the other side of the railings was nothing but open sky--the place was like a giant terrace.
A giant terrace way up in the sky, with a bar, blasting dance music, and multi-colored lights flashing everywhere.
"Kyo! You made it!" Mike laughed, stumbling over to where the two teens stood immobilized. "CONGRATULATIONS!!"
"He means THANK YOU!!" Chris laughed, appearing out of nowhere and leaning heavily on Yuki's shoulder.
"And THANK YOU, too, YUKI!!" Mike tipped his glass toward the silver-haired teen who was trying to politely shrug Chris off his shoulder. "Go get a DRINK!! This is a party, after all--everyone here is a guest of mine!"
"Thanks, but--" Kyo began.
"Oh, bullshit, man…" Mike interrupted. "Go get a damn DRINK!! I know you're underage, but the bar-tender doesn't give a DAMN, haha!"
"You're completely trashed." Kyo observed.
"And you're completely SOBER!!" Mike laughed.
It was going to be a long night.
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"So you went through all that trouble just to get me to come here…?" Kyo breathed into Yuki's ear. The silver-haired teen jumped in surprise; Kyo had disappeared on him a while back, and the violet-eyed boy had been floating around on his own. He'd only just escaped from a drunken party-goer who'd been incessantly hitting on him…physically as well as verbally.
"It wasn't my idea…"Yuki replied, attempting to walk away. But Kyo pulled him back, turning the slender teen around to face him, and leaning his forehead against the shorter boy's. He gazed into his cousin's shocked violet eyes for a moment, before leaning in and kissing him.
Yuki felt himself melt against the crimson-eyed teen's lanky, familiar body, taking refuge in it. He'd been on edge the entire night, trying to fend off multiple advances…his usual tactful approach, he found, was completely useless against drunks. He hated being surrounded by all these strangers…he'd felt so lost and out of place…why was it he felt so…so safe in Kyo's grasp…?
The heavy beat of the music, along with the taste of alcohol in Kyo's kiss and the mind-numbing flash of colored lights, made it impossible for the silver-haired teen to think. Before he knew it, he'd been pressed against one of the columns at the edge of the terrace-rave, his body tender and unsatisfied.
"OMIGOSH--OMIGOSH!!"
The extremely-loud, high-pitched voices caused both teens to wince in pain. Turning toward the interruption, Kyo glared at the small group of teenage girls who'd gathered around to watch.
Suddenly, the volume of the music seemed way too loud…his eardrums felt like they were being used by a hard-rock drummer. His head was pounding harder than his heart. Clenching his teeth, Kyo reached back and grabbed Yuki by the wrist, bringing his lips to his cousin's ear.
"Make them leave us the hell alone…" He whispered.
Yuki glanced at his cousin's eyes, noting just how dilated the crimson-eyed teen's pupils were. He glanced back over to where the small crowd waited eagerly. Smiling coldly, Yuki slung one of his cousin's arms around his shoulders, then stiffened slightly as Kyo moved it so that it was slung around the teen's slender waist…almost possessively. Placing a slow kiss on the silver-haired teen's cheek, Kyo rested his head on the slender teen's shoulder, leaning slightly against his silver-haired roommate.
"He's had enough for tonight…he's feeling tired…he wants to get to bed…" Yuki kept his cold smile in place, making his way through the crowd with polite but distant remarks and explanations.
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Somehow managing to unlock and open the door to their apartment, Yuki maneuvered both himself and his cousin into their bedroom.
Yuki glanced at the clock.
3 AM.
He dumped Kyo onto his bed, and accidentally collapsed down next to the crimson-eyed teen.
"Happy birthday, stupid Cat…" Yuki mumbled hoarsely, his throat dry. Hoisting himself into a sitting position, the silver-haired teen tried to gather the strength it would take to walk over to his own bed.
Before he'd made it halfway across the room, though, a pair of lean, strong arms wrapped themselves around his waist, pulling him against a warm body.
"You could make it one…" Kyo whispered, his barely uncoordinated hands managing to unfasten Yuki's slacks with relative ease.
"So you're not drunk, after all…" Yuki observed, trying to keep at least an ounce of air in his lungs. "Just tipsy."
"I'm fucking intoxicated…" Kyo corrected, stripping the silver-haired teen in minutes, burying his face in Yuki's hair and impatiently roaming his hands all over the paler teen's body before capturing the silver-haired teen's mouth in a ravenous kiss.
"K-Kyo!" Yuki whimpered as the crimson-eyed teen finally released his mouth. The lanky teen didn't answer, but shoved the slender teen against the bedroom wall, trailing hungry kisses and impatient nips down his body. Squirming under the crimson-eyed teen's arousing touch, Yuki gasped before biting his lower lip as Kyo's mouth grazed against the violet-eyed teen's groin.
Feeling his every limb weaken, Yuki moaned as Kyo thrust against him. Somewhere along the line, Kyo had lost his clothing. Slumping down to the ground as his legs finally gave way, Yuki opened his previously squeezed-shut eyes to find a crimson-gaze staring intently at him. Straddling the silver-haired teen, Kyo pinned his cousin's wrists against the wall, and slanting his mouth over Yuki's parted, swollen lips, the crimson-eyed teen once again explored the inside of the silver-haired teen's mouth, relishing each seductive groan that escaped the smaller teen's lips and entered his.
Pulling back, Kyo yanked Yuki to his feet, sliding his hands between the paler teen's legs, groping him before spreading his legs apart and hoisting them around his own waist. Yuki complied, his legs shaking slightly as he wound his legs around the lanky teen, pressing against his groin, slender arms wrapped around the lanky teen's back, nails digging into his skin ever so lightly. Gripping the silver-haired teen's ass, Kyo stumbled over to the bed and collapsed onto it, barely able to contain himself as the ragged breath and seductive mewls of his cousin filled his ears.
This had been his bait…this was how he'd planned to lure the Rat out of hiding.
But something in his plan had gone wrong. Horribly wrong.
The thing about bait…about a lure…is that it's supposed to be yanked away right before the prey is completely satisfied, forcing the prey to come out further and further, until it can no longer return.
But Kyo couldn't pull back this time.
He'd been caught by his own snare.
Yuki couldn't think straight…all he knew was that he wanted…wanted more, and wanted it now.
His whole being was filled with desire, and desire only…desire for Kyo.
There wasn't any turning back now.
There wasn't any denying it.
He was completely intoxicated with his addiction…
Arching into the equally aroused body above him, the silver-haired teen moaned into a hot, dominating mouth, deciding that he didn't care what sort of hangover the morning might bring…
This intoxication was worth it.
Haha, so who thinks the following morning is going to be interesting...? :-) Well, review and tell me what you think! Good, bad, anything--it will be put to good use! Oh, and by the way, I have no idea whether there actually is a club in Los Angeles like 'The Edge' or not...it'd be cool if there was, though...I'd wanna go to a club like that! Haha...well, until the next chapter then,
~WhitePhantom88