A/N: holy hell, been a while ne? #shoots self# here's the deal people, this is the start of the giant update of d00m! that's right, I'm back! Tada! It might be a little iffy from here 'til around Jan.7th but after that I'm back for good! ((at least till the next big homework load comes X . x ))

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Kirihara Akaya / Mizuki Hajime
zipper

"Blasted . . . stupid . . . asshole . . . piece a . . . . fucking . . . junk . . ."

It was early in the morning and Kirihara was trying his best to keep his cursing quiet so it wouldn't wake the other person in the room. This was quite a task for the young Rikkai ace seeing as his zipper was being less then cooperative. He had under half an hour to be at school and morning practice that in itself would be a task, but now he had to get dressed in the dark (ok, he did that normally), be as silent as humanly possible (that was something he had to a lot as well), rummage up some change for the bus (most likely stolen from the jar on the desk), and get his stupid. zipper. to. close.

"Mmmmmm . . . . Kaya-kuuuuun . . . . come back to bed."

Kirihara swore under his breath, it seemed that he had failed at keeping quite, once again. After giving one last futile attempt at closing his zipper he turned around and stared at his boyfriend sprawled under his royal purple sheets, "It's Wednesday baka, I've got morning practice and I actually attend it unlike some people."

Mizuki pouted cutely from atop of his favourite satin pillow before giving Kirihara a devious smile, "But wouldn't you rather stay here with me? Even your clothing wants you to say . . ."

Abruptly stopping trying to jimmy his zipper, Kirihara looked into Mizuki's eyes with his mouth wide, "You broke my zipper! You did it so I wouldn't be able to go to school today because I only have one uniform here!"

Mizuki merely smiled innocently, "Me? I wouldn't do that, would I?"

"You asshole!" Kirihara growled before pouncing on his boyfriend, effectively pinning him to the bed. With a snarl he promptly started to tickle the older boy until he was writhing and begging for forgiveness.

Mizuki was flushed, panting heavily underneath Kirihara, who held both his wrists in one hand. His dark curls covered his eyes but Kirihara wasn't looking there, his gaze was focused on Mizuki's moist parted lips. As he forced Mizuki to face him with his free hand and hungrily kissed him, the thought of going to school completely left Kirihara's mind.