Title: Unexpected Rest
Ship: Kaito x Chris
Chapters: 1-1||Words: 1,000
Genre: Romance||Rated: PG
Challenges: Diversity Writing: YGO Zexal, B13, 1,000 words; Advent 2015-2016, Zexal, bonus #1, roll for word length, 1,000-6,000; Christmas Advent 2017, YGO, #19, write someone else's OTP; Zexal NF Bingo, #35, Kaito; zexal10thanniversary
Notes: This is set post-canon for the most part, but before everyone goes flying off to Astral World. Allusions to intimacy between two consenting adults of same gender.
Summary: Kaito wants to work on their program. Chris has other ideas, more on the biological side of science.

Kaito's attention remained firm fixed on the readouts in front of him. He could hear Chris moving around behind him, but none of the noises made indicated Chris was trying to talk to him about their current project. Therefore, Kaito shelved it on the back of his mind, and tried to figure out where the program was going wrong.

That lasted right up until Chris rested long, warm fingers on his shoulder, and then leaned down to press his lips on top of Kaito's head. Kaito stood motionless for a heartbeat, trying to process this.

It wasn't even close to the first time they'd kissed once another. That had gotten started back when they worked on getting the first machine that wound up transporting Yuuma to Astral World going. But Chris very rarely did spontaneous demonstrations of affections.

He turned to look at Chris, but before he could say another word, the taller man leaned down and touched their lips together again. Kaito wanted to point out that they were trying to get this device going; something that could take a large number of people to Astral World without requiring the enormous amounts of power that the original machine did. This was science, not – not -

Chris was a really good kisser, Kaito admitted, starting to lean back into the kiss. He got a very good grip on Chris's shoulders himself and held on tight as he pushed closer. If Chris wanted to combat him like this, then Kaito was more than up to the task.

Gentle hands ruffled their way through Kaito's hair, and he wasted no time burying his own in Chris's hair. He'd always loved that hair – so soft and so bright, and sometimes he wanted to tell Chris to tie it up just so he would have the chance to take it down and brush it out for him.

Kaito wasn't at all sure of how long they stood there like that. Perhaps, he wondered vaguely, it didn't matter. If the computer started a warning beep then they would have to break apart. But until then, Kaito thought they could stay like this.

Chris's lips moved away from his own. Kaito didn't have the chance to protest, not when they next brushed against the side of his throat. The noise that he made could only be described as pure want. Chris chuckled softly, warm eyes as bright as galaxies gazing into his own.

"What-" Kaito wasn't sure of where he was going with the question. Chris didn't often get like this, but those few times where he did – well, it tended to be memorable.

Chris shook his head. "We have time. We already know what we need – a power source that we don't have right now." Again his hands brushed through Kaito's hair, then one fit against the side of Kaito's face. "I think we can talk to Durbe about what the Barians might be able to do to help – but that can be later."

Kaito hated to admit they needed to look anywhere but the two of them for help, but he knew that Chris was more than likely right. He'd hoped that the scans would reveal something else, perhaps an error in the coding somewhere. But that wasn't the reason and he knew it.

He leaned up and kissed Chris again. Part of him hated the height difference between the two of them. At least it wasn't as horrible as it could have been. He caught hold of Chris' hair, keeping a gentle grip, and pulled it close around the two of them, holding them in a soft silver curtain.

"Did you want to stay in here?" Kaito murmured. Here in the control room might be suitable for a few stolen kisses. But for anything more, there was a vast dearth of anything comfortable. The chairs certainly wouldn't do – not that they hadn't tried. Both of them were scientists. Experiments were what they did.

Chris looked thoughtful for a few seconds. He glanced towards the readings Kaito had been looking at earlier, then back to him. "Have Orbital 7 keep an eye on things. If anything turns up we need to check, he can let us know."

Kaito nodded, stepping away long enough to get Orbital 7's attention. His robot was in long-distance contact with Yuuma's housebot Obomi – Kaito wondered if he would have to invent offspring for them sooner or later. That might be an interesting side project.

"Yes, Kaito-sama!" Orbital saluted quickly and rolled over to the center of the control room. He didn't have to in order to watch the readouts but it made him at least look as if he were more focused.

Kaito didn't care right now, though. He trusted Orbital to get the job done correctly, and once they had the chance to talk to Durbe and the other Barians, they could finish the project. But Chris wasn't wrong. They couldn't get anything done if they worked without rest, and Chris very clearly had some ideas in mind about resting together.

They had separate rooms here, though said rooms were merely the length of a hallway apart. Kaito had his decorated with pictures of Haruto and his favorite cards; Chris had his decorated with imagery of the stars. Kaito didn't know which one he preferred, and he didn't think it mattered. Both had their good points.

Today's room of choice was Chris's room. Kaito had asked once if Chris just didn't like the idea of Haruto "watching" them. Chris hadn't said anything in answer. Kaito suspected that was a yes.

Truth to tell, he wouldn't have wanted it either. He liked being in his room when he called Haruto. Chris's room was more suitable for their intimate activities – as long as one of his brothers didn't call. Again.

Thomas wasn't ever going to let them live down that one time he had called while they were busy.

Tonight, no interruptions. Nothing but each other. All night long.

To Be Continued

Notes: This is also written for SilvorMoon. Also, I am sovery late with this entry for the anniversary week. Oops?