Note: Please read the A/N at the bottom after reading this chapter.


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Niou was sitting on his bed in his pink, fuzzy leopard print pajamas pants, and Marui was sitting across from him in his Pokémon T-shit and boxers. Niou's parents were out of town to visit relatives, Kenji was at a friend's house for the weekend, and Riko was off on some school trip for two weeks.

"So," Marui said, finish off a can of Mountain Dew. He burped loudly, and then chucked the empty can into the middle of his room.

"Sexy," Niou mumbled sarcastically as he lied down and rolled onto his back.

Marui turned a little red and crawled over to Niou. "You know you love it." He stopped at Niou's waist, and swung a leg over, sitting comfortably on Niou's stomach.

"You're heavy," Niou said, putting his hands on Marui's knees, his hands pushing the thin fabric of his boyfriend's boxers up.

Marui pouted, and then put his hands on either side of Niou's head to support him as he leaned down to kiss him. No matter how many times Marui kissed Niou, he couldn't help but realize he was kissing Niou. It made him go a little light headed every time.

Niou moved his hands off of Marui's legs, and moved them underneath the back of his shirt. Pushing on the small of his back, Niou pushed Marui closer to him, smirking when Marui gasped a bit. No matter how many times Niou kissed Marui, the smallest things made him smile.

Niou sat up, bringing Marui with him, and flipped them so Marui was under him, Marui's legs wrapped around his waist. Niou pushed Marui's T-shirt up, and broke the kiss for a second. Marui sat up slightly, pulling his shirt off the rest of the way and tossing it aside. The second it hit the floor, Marui grabbed Niou's neck and pulled them back down.

It wasn't slow and sweet like Niou had wanted it to be. It was rushed and hurried and needy. He was sick of being afraid. He's spent his whole life being afraid of being close to people. He put up so many walls around himself, and slowly Marui was breaking down every damn brick. And, even if it was only for a few minutes, Niou wanted to shed his pride, his walls, and surrender himself completely.

"Masaharu," Marui whispered, tugging at Niou's T-shirt. "Take it off."

Niou pulled back again, and yanked his shirt up over his head. He tossed it aside, grinning like the devil when he saw Marui's flushed expression. Niou put a hand next to Marui's head to support himself when he leaned down to kiss him again while his other hand rested by his hip.

Marui made noises that were so wrong, so dirty when Niou deepened the kiss. Whenever he could, Marui would whisper "Masaharu" or "please."Marui still had his legs around Niou's waist and moved his hips against Niou's so slow it was almost torturous.

Niou pulled back yet again, licking the spit off of the corner of Marui's mouth. He moved his head again so his lips were hovering over Marui's ear. Niou let out a long, shaky breath and felt Marui wiggle under him.

"I want to do it," Niou whispered into his ear.

"You sure?" Marui asked. Niou moved his hand that had been by Marui's hip to his chest, gently brushing his thumb over Marui's nipple. "Mas –ah." Marui tossed his head to the side, his legs tightening around Niou's waist.

"I told you, I want to do it. With you. Now."

And then Marui smiled that smile that always made Niou go weak at the knees. "I love you, Masaharu," Marui said, running a hand through Niou's hair, stopping when his hand found where Niou's ponytail had once been.

Niou smiled back, his heart beating in his throat. "Love doesn't even begin to describe it."

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When Marui woke up the next morning, he immediately saw Niou' alarm clock: 6:43.

"Fuck," Marui hissed, sitting up. He dropped his jaw in a silent scream, lying back down.

He ran a hand through his hair, turning his head to see where Niou had been sleeping. He wasn't there. Figuring he was in the shower, Marui slowly sat up, grabbed his boxers, which were on Niou's lampshade, and moved the covers. He lifted up his hips, biting his lip to keep himself from letting out a girly noise, and pulled his boxers up to his hips.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow."

Marui shoved his palms against his temples to distract himself from the pain. He knew sex was going to hurt, and the first time he was okay, because Niou went slow, but he didn't expect Niou to want to do it four times – Niou had towered over him and said, "I'm not letting you off that easily," after the first round. Marui turned a little red just thinking about it.

Marui heard a click and looked up. Niou closed his bedroom door with his butt, and walked over to the desk in his pink, fuzzy leopard pants while holding a tray. He set the tray down on the desk, and then walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge, and leaned down to kiss Marui's forehead.

"Good morning, Princess," Niou teased, ruffling Marui's bed hair.

Marui tried to glare at him, but he was too tired and just pouted. "Don't call me Princess."

Niou smiled, giving Marui a quick kiss to the lips. "How about Master of Scaring my Neighbors with his Screams?"

Marui sat up to say something, and clenched his jaw. "Ow."

Niou rolled his eyes and got off the bed. He grabbed the tray again, and set it next to Marui. "I woke up before you and I felt like a creeper staring at you while you slept, so I made breakfast. Unlike you, I can cook. Sort of. The first ten pancakes were really messed up, but these are okay. I think."

Marui didn't hear a word Niou just said. On the tray, there was chocolate milk, strawberries, five chocolate chip pancakes covered in syrup, powdered sugar and whipped cream, and the latest issue of Nintendo Power. Marui was sure that that tray came straight from Heaven.

"You made this?" Marui asked, his mouth watering. Niou nodded. Marui reached to go grab the fork, but even that hurt. "Owie," he whimpered.

Niou sighed and turned the tray a bit. He moved the magazine aside, and grabbed the fork and knife. Quickly cutting up the pancakes, he picked up a small triangular piece and held it just far enough for Marui to have to move to get it.

"Fuck you," Marui mumbled, stretching his neck. "I can't reach it. You're evil."

"Here." Niou put the piece in front of Marui's mouth. Marui took it between his teeth, and his eyes grew wider and wider with each bite.

"That is really good," Marui mumbled, surprised.

"Like I said, I can cook," Niou said, feeding Marui another piece. "And don't say 'fuck you' to me anymore –you don't fuck me, I fuck you."

Marui glared at Niou after he swallowed the next piece. "You did not fuck me. You tried to kill me."

Niou wasn't sure whether to laugh or be offended, so he just fed Marui another piece of pancake. "How did I try to kill you?"

"Four. Times." Marui frowned. "It feels like a Snorlax raped my ass."

"Does that explain all of the screaming?" Niou asked, laughing softly as he stuck a straw into the milk. He put the straw to Mariu's lips, and watched with an amused smile as Marui tried to grab the straw with his lips (he couldn't).

"You suck," Marui said, grabbing the glass from Niou's hands. He took a long sip, and then put the glass back on the tray. "And it's not my fault I screamed. It hurt."

"You said it felt good," Niou said. "Actually, you screamed that it felt good, and then you moaned it, and then you groaned, and then you were screaming again."

"Fuck you."

"Do we need to go over this again?" Niou asked, moving the tray so he could lean over and kiss Marui's pout away. "You're my little Princess, so you take it up the ass, not me."

Marui smirked, grabbing Niou's neck to keep him there a bit longer. "But." Kiss. "You know." Kiss. "Princess's get." Kiss. "Whatever they." Kiss. "Want." Kiss.

Niou sighed, pulling away from Marui's hand. He got off the bed, and then down on one knee. "What can I do you for, Princess?"

Marui hummed, thinking, and then spotted Niou's old, red N64 in front of the TV. "Put in Pokémon Snap and give me a controller."

Niou stood up, bowed, and then walked over to the gaming system. He moved the boxes of games around until he found Pokémon Snap. He stuck it in, and then set up the controller, chucking it over to the bed. Niou turned on the TV, and turned up the volume a bit.

"Anything else," Niou asked, and then added, "Princess?"

Marui nodded. He moved on the bed, wincing at the pain, and then patted the now empty space next to him. "Sit."

Niou smiled and walked over, crawling into the bed next to Marui. He grabbed a strawberry off the tray, popped it into his mouth, and then grabbed the Nintendo Power as Marui loaded up an old saved file from Pokémon Snap.

Marui moved a bit so he was leaning against Niou's shoulder. Once he was comfortable, he opened up his mouth and went "ah." Niou picked up another strawberry and held it in front of Marui's mouth. "Love ya," Marui said, biting into the strawberry.

"Love you, too," Niou mumbled back, flipping through the pages of his magazine. "I was thinking that later we could order some pizza and watch some movies or some –"

Marui turned his head to catch Niou's lips in an awkward, sideways kiss. When Marui pulled back, he gave Niou a lopsided grin and said, "If you love me, you'll shut up so I can get a picture of the surfing Pikachu."


A/N: I decided to stop the story here. There's still a lot more I could do, but it just felt right ending the story here. I know, I know – cheesy. Whatever. This whole damn story is cheesy. I've had so much fun writing this and I think I love this pairing more now than I did when I started. Niou and Marui are my little geeks.

I want to thank everyone who read this, alerted, favorited, or whatever. And to those who reviewed, you get extra thanks because, well, you guys know how I get when I reply to reviews…

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Thanks for reading!

-Dolphin