A/N: So on Nov. 30 I saw THE LION KING! It was incredibly breathtaking, and when Sora says he went on this stage himself, this was me! I had to dance on the same stage when I was younger, and it was fucking Hell. xD Any who, I told my seme about the guy playing older Simba being white, not black, and she said something so damn funny, I had to shit out a chapter with it. ^^ Also, if anyone goes to the play and gets the seat 34, that was the seat I had! Take pride in knowing you sit in the seat of a porn writer (Not!). XP

Hakuna Matata

Ah~ Another week, another day of school. Gingka and Kyoya sat side-by-side in the lunch room, their friends surrounding them as they munched on their fries. The smaller of the two was humming Hakuna Matata to himself, watching his green-haired lover with curious eyes. The red-head has been spending the past few hours wondering why his lover was constantly mentioning THE LION KING, and what to wear. Now Gingka isn't dumb, but sometimes it might take him a while to take a hint.

Mid-chewing of a fry, Gingka took in a big breath of air, choked for a second, then beamed at his boyfriend. "Kyoya! Are you taking me to see the play of THE LION KING tonight?" His face was an inch from the blinking greenette's.

Kyoya looked away from the gleaming eyes of his true love and took a sip of his milk. "Took you long enough to figure it out." He held his milk away from his body as the younger teen glomped him, sending them both to the floor, the carton of calcifying goodness remaining upright.

"Oh Kyoya, you're the best seme in the entire world! I love you so much! Thank you! Oh my God, thank you! I'll get you something too, like, a car, or whatever! How about a blowjo-" Gingka was cut off when the squished greenette slammed a hand over his mouth.

"Shut up. Get off."


Gingka and Kyoya sat in the back of Faust's Hummer, driving inch by inch through the streets of Norfolk. They had left with over half an hour of time until the play was to start, and yet they still found themselves smack-dab in the middle of a traffic jam. Apparently no one had remembered that there was some big wrestling thing going on the same night as the play. Whoops.

Faust swore when someone came within an inch of hitting the front of his SUV. In fact, Kyoya had to stop his brother from exiting the vehicle and kicking the guy's ass. "Fucking bastard in his fucking Mercedes..." The General muttered, pulling into the last available parking lot for the show. He hopped out with Kyoya and Gingka, leading the way to the large Coliseum.

Kyoya furrowed his brow as he stared up at the building. "Gingka...I think this is where you performed when we were in elementary school..."

Gingka joined his boyfriend in looking at the building. "Yeah...this is so cool! I got to be on the same stage as the pros, awesome!" He beamed and grabbed his lover by the hand and hauled ass to the ticket booth. Kyoya had to dig his heels into the stone ground and pull the excited teen towards a man by glass doors, the greenette pulling out his printed tickets. Faust made sure his brother and Gingka made it to the doors before he started walking around the town, wanting nothing more than to view the old churches and kill time until the play was over.

Kyoya unfolded his tickets and sighed. "I bought these months ago, just to be sure we got the best seats." He winked down at the red-head and handed over the tickets to be scanned. They entered the building and started towards the stairs, taking two at a time to beat the rest of the crowd. Once they made it to the third floor, the teens found their seats.

Numbers thirty-three and thirty-four, front row of the balcony, and practically dead-center. Gingka was almost crying when the show started five minutes later, remembering how little he was when he danced on that same stage. Kyoya held his lover's hand and smirked at him.

Throughout Act I, Gingka wanted nothing more than to jump down and kidnap the boy playing Simba. Jerome Stephens was down-right adorable, and the scene where Dionne Randolph as Mufasa died to save his son drove Gingka to tears. The teen had one question though, one he couldn't help but voice aloud.

It was during Hakuna Matata, Jerome switched out with Adam Jacobs to show the age transition.

Gingka blinked and tilted his head to the side in confusion. "How did Simba grow up to be white?"

Kyoya burst out laughing, catching himself just a tad too late, most of the audience turning to stare at him. The greenette groaned and sunk low in his seat, glaring daggers at his boyfriend.


Faust picked up the teens around ten-twenty, almost three full hours later, and took them to Gingka's house. Kyoya had spent fifty dollars buying his boyfriend a hoodie and a keychain. He just couldn't resist those brown eyes staring up at him, begging for something to remember this by.

When the teens dragged themselves into the house, Jinga helped his twin into bed, insisting he sleep to be rested up for school in the morning. Kyoya said goodnight to his lover and sat down with Reiji in the living room.

"How was the play?" Reiji asked, his feet hanging over the edge of the couch as he set down his book. Kyoya was sitting in one of the winged-back chairs across from the plush couch as he sighed.

"Epic. Gingka blurted out the question of why the guy playing Simba was suddenly a white dude, which drew attention to me for some reason, but other than that it was pretty damn good." He rubbed the back of his neck and slumped forward. "I am so fucking tired..."

The red-head threw his legs off the couch and stood, sauntering the few steps over to the greenette. "Well this should perk ya right back up." He sat on the floor just a foot away from his fellow teen. "I got a proposition for you."

Kyoya lazily looked at his friend. "What?"

"You ever feel curious about my Jingie?" Reiji blatantly asked.

Kyoya blinked. "Wha..."

"Do you ever find yourself wondering what it'd be like to fuck him?" The pyro dead-panned.

The greenette had to replay the question in his mind ot make sure he heard right. "Honest answer?"

Reiji nodded.

"Yes. Gingka keeps fucking going on about what you and Jinga do, and it's been driving me crazy!"

The pyro was grinning. "So I take it you wouldn't be surprised if I said I wanted to fuck Gingka, right? Or maybe...fuck someone else..."

Kyoya sat upright and looked the man up and down. "Are you suggesting what I think your suggesting?"

Reiji shrugged and got to his feet again. He placed a pale hand on one of the chair's wings, right above Kyoya's left shoulder, and leaned forward. "Haven't you wondered what it's like? Being in Gingka's position, someone thrusting in and out of you, hot and slow..." He lightly brushed his lips over the younger teen's own.

Kyoya was frozen as Reiji kissed him then pulled back, their eyes meeting, calculating, adding up everything they knew about each other. The green-haired teen swallowed and looked away. "N-Not really..."

Reiji smirked and stood to his full height, bringing his hands over his head and stretching. "Heh, fine, whatever you say." He started out of the room, then stopped on the landing. "But the offer's good anytime you want it."

Kyoya narrowed his eyes and stood. "Wait."

The red-head looked back at him, smirking that damn knowing smirk.

"I don't want to do anything without Gingka."

Reiji grinned. "I don't want to do anything without Jinga." He sighed and shook his head in mock disappointment. "Guess we have no choice but to make this into a foursome."


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