Hello my readers! Sorry for the wait on this instalment of The Musician, I've had a rather terrible case of writer's block, and just could not get any inspiration.

A forewarning (hah foreplay) for some more… descriptive sexual themes.

I'm just gonna change the rating of this story to Mature now.

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"Awww... I was hoping to see Shion today." A girl whined with dignity.

"It's been... three days," another sighed, daintily putting a gloved hand on her cheek, "I do hope that he is alright."

"I'm certain that he will be able to attend next week ladies!" Tamaki's smile blinded them with his princely charm, distracting them from Shion's absence.

"Huh, I guess he's the mysterious type for a reason." Kaoru laughed, "He just up and disappeared. The girls miss him." The twins shivered when they felt a wave of malevolence wash over them.

"Is... Is Kyoya alright?" Hikaru stage-whispered to his twin, slightly worried for their safety. "He's been acting weird."

"I think he's just pissed off that Shion isn't here," Haruhi commented. "His sales must be plummeting." Or he was irritated that the girls were whining about Shion not being there. Haruhi's reason was also valid.

"Do you know why he's missing Haru-chan?" Honey asked, trotting up to her and the twins, Usa-chan in arms.

"No clue." There was no hesitation. If she did know, she would have already informed them. "Whenever I go to check if he's home, he's not." She had the spare key to his house, so every once in a while, she could check in.

"You think that," "he might be having an affair?!" The twins gasped dramatically and embraced. There was a string of unintelligible mumbling coming from Kyoya's general direction.

"Takashi, Kyoya's being scary." Honey clung onto the leg he hid behind.

Mori nodded, "He is acting strangely."

Haruhi blinked, a little lightbulb going off inside her head. Oh... I see now. Satsuki had been ranting to her during lunch the other day about Kyoya and Shion. Haruhi had tuned her out somewhat—because when Satsuki was like that, there was no shutting her off—but recalled her talking about a probable confession. She also remembered her telling that Shion was acting like everything was normal, while Kyoya had been awkward around him in classes.

"You seem to know what's going on."

Haruhi looked away from Kyoya, whose ire was tangible, and to Mori. He had a knowing look in his eye. "Yeah... I think I do." She smiled a little, "I think it'll be good for him."

Kyoya stopped typing on his laptop. He could feel his eye twitching. He was irritated. Shion was acting weird—and by weird, completely normal. What irked him now was that Shion hadn't been at school for the past three days.

He was going to investigate after the club finished. He also had the work that he missed.

It didn't mean that he missed seeing Shion.

It most certainly did not.

• • • • • •

Shion breathed heavily in exertion and gently—well, as gently as he could—put the medicine ball on the ground as to not disturb the neighbours below him. He'd been busy lately so he hadn't been able to work out as much as he would have liked. Usually, he worked out every other day for an hour or two, but with his little crisis, he had to stop for a couple of days. He sat up straight and relaxed his shoulders, breathing in deeply with his diaphragm, he breathed into a balloon, filling it up with three breaths. He changed his exercise and moved on to a set of crunches.

He heard a knock at the door just as he finished doing pushups.

"Ugh." Shion peeled himself off of the mat and used his noodle arms to push himself up. "Hey, Haruhi. Sorry about—" he stopped when he did not see Haruhi behind the door. "Oh," and suddenly he felt exposed, he wasn't wearing a shirt. He shivered, the wind just blew a wave of cold air in. "Come in. The heat's getting out." It also wasn't good for him since he was drenched in sweat.

Shion closed the door and locked it. He was a bit paranoid. He and Haruhi lived in a good area, but ever since he was at his friend's house when burglars just waltzed in, he felt too paranoid to have it unlocked. "Sorry if it smells. I had a candle lit so it shouldn't be too bad."

"It isn't a problem." Kyoya noticed that his living room table was moved against the wall. In its place was a blue mat with a medicine ball on it. There were also a few dumbbells around. "Were you exercising?"

Shion looked over his shoulder to Kyoya with a raised eyebrow, "What does it look like? No shit Sherlock."

Kyoya quirked a smile, "Thank you for your observation, Watson."

Shion gestured for him to take a seat and brought out two glasses of water. "Why are you here?"

Kyoya smiled into his glass, "Right to the point."

"Actually, hold on to your thought." Shion bent down to clean the sweat off of his mat, "Let me clean up first."

Minutes later Shion had gotten all his gear cleaned off and put to the side. Then he carefully moved the table back to where it was before—carefully because he didn't want to disturb the lit and melted candle he had on. Melted wax was very hard to clean up.

"Mind if I take a shower? I'd rather not stay like... this." He felt all gunky with dried sweat caking over his skin. Not to mention he hadn't had a chance to shower. It's been three days. He felt gross.

"Go ahead. I have time."

"Please make sure that the candle doesn't burn this place down," Shion called over his shoulder.

And with that, the door to the bathroom closed. A minute later Kyoya heard the water running. He checked his phone, appreciating the fruity smell of the candle and the jazz music coming out of the speakers connected to Shion's iPod. He absently wondered why there was an uninflated balloon on the table, but didn't think anything else of it. He picked it up, fiddling with it.

Kyoya frowned in confusion.

The music had changed and there was a guitar line before English lyrics came in. Sure, he could understand and speak English just fine, but with songs, it was harder to understand. He started understanding the lyrics halfway through. He blanched, the air from the balloon escaped and blew into his face when he let go of the opening.

Shion entered the room at the beginning of the third verse.

"We were sitting in the back and we just started getting busy when she whispered, "what was that?" The wind, I think cause no one else knows where we are and that was when she started Screamin' "That's my dad outside the car!"—"

Shion started laughing at Kyoya's horrified expression. "S-sorry. I didn't think that was in the jazz playlist. Pfft-hahaha!" He switched the song. Old Nickelback was one of his guilty pleasures. Good thing Kyoya didn't know of them. The band was hated on for some reason.

Kyoya coughed into his hand. "Please get dressed." Shion just had a towel around his waist and it was making him uncomfortable.

Shion smirked, "Oh? Does my attire bother you, Ootori?" He grinned at the deadpan he received, "Sorry, sorry. I'll get dressed if it pleases you, my lord." He did a little curtsy and left to his room. He threw on some jeans and a t-shirt.

"...Stupid." Kyoya muttered, frowning. He felt a bit frustrated so he took a deep breath and let all his air go into the balloon.

"You know that I used that, right?" Kyoya's eyes widened and the balloon went flying around the room. Shion chuckled, unable to hide the smile that crept up on him.

"W-why..." he cleared his throat, "Why were you using it then?"

Shion bent over to pick up the balloon, "I was using it in-between sets during cooldowns for lung capacity exercises." He took in a deep breath, blowing it up with two. "Back to the original point, why are you here?"

"You've missed three days of classes. I have the material for you, but I wondering why you have been absent." Kyoya fixed his glasses, "You aren't sick."

Shion sighed. "I'm in a bit of a financial crisis. I haven't been making enough money to cover myself living here."

"That doesn't explain why you've been absent."

"I've been making videos in the mornings, and every afternoon I would perform on the streets during rush hours. I've spent these three days saving up money."

"I see." Kyoya brought out the work that Shion's missed. "There haven't been many assignments. For English, you need to read the remaining of Act four." Shion didn't actually. He had the play memorized. "Math questions on page two-seventy in the textbook," Kyoya listed the things to do and gave him the handouts.

"Thanks." He looked at the time, "Oh. America's Got Talent is on."

Kyoya blinked in confusion, "What is that?"

"It's a show in the States where people sign up and show their talents. Three out of the four judges have to say yes to their act to pass through the preliminaries. After that, it's a competition to win for... I can't remember. Money, I guess."

"Sounds... Interesting..."

Shion smiled, "You want to watch it? It's in English, but I'm sure you could understand most of it."

Kyoya nodded, "Alright."

Shion set up the television he had and put it on to the American channel. They watched the episode for its entire length, an hour. Shion really liked some of the singers, but his favourite act was a magician.

"That was entertaining."

"The sword swallowing was disgusting."

"Morbidly fascinating you mean?"

"No."

Shion laughed at Kyoya's expression, it was a mixture of horror and disgust.

"I suppose I should get going now." Kyoya looked to his watch. It was starting to get late. He gathered his things and put on his shoes. He dialled a number on his phone.

Shion waited quietly as Kyoya was on the phone with who he assumed to be his chauffeur. He wondered why Kyoya's perpetual frown was getting deeper. What's going on? Kyoya sighed and opened the door to look outside. Snow. Snow everywhere. The wind was strong and the snowfall was very heavy.

It was a snowstorm.

"Damn." He heard Shion say from behind him. Shion reached over and grabbed Kyoya's phone, closing the door in the process.

"Hey!" Kyoya said in protest.

"Uh, hello?"

"Hello." He heard a male voice over the somewhat staticky line.

"Yeah. Hi. Kyoya's going to stay here overnight, would that be alright? Actually," Shion continued, "that shouldn't be a question. He's staying. It's too dangerous to drive outside. It would be safer for both him and you if he stayed here."

"I agree, I don't want to put master Kyoya in danger."

Shion looked over to Kyoya. He did not look amused. "You were the one who drove him here, correct?"

"Yes."

"Then his parents know where he is?"

"They do."

"Alright. Here's Ootori then," Shion held the phone out to Kyoya and he snatched it out of his hand.

Kyoya put the phone to his ear, "I apologize." He heard a chuckle from his driver on the other end.

"You seem to be in good hands. Please call when the weather clears up tomorrow."

Kyoya scoffed and hung up. He gave a pointed look to Shion. "What?" He sighed and pocketed his phone.

Shion smirked, "So. Master Kyoya, huh?"

"Stop that train of thought this instant," Kyoya all but ordered and took off his shoes again. "And to think that I'm going to be stuck here overnight."

Shion thought for a moment. He'd have to get sleeping arrangements together. Shion changed the channel of the television to the weather to see what kinds of precautions he should follow. The weather was only going to get worse, they advised people to stay inside and not to drive.

"Ootori—" he would have continued his thought, but the power turned off. A power outage. "Fucking great. Put your shoes on again." Shion blew out his candle and put on his winter coat. They exited his apartment and he locked it behind him, going a door over, he knocked on Haruhi's place.

"I was wondering how long it would take for you to come over. You have some explaining to do." Haruhi grunted as she pushed on the door, opening it with some difficulty. There were already a few inches of snow blocking the door. "Oh. Hello, Kyoya." Kyoya nodded in greeting.

The two entered and Kyoya took off his shoes in the entryway. "Oi, Ryoji!" Shion called and the man leaned over so Shion could see him.

The man was surprised to see Kyoya, "Oh, hello Kyoya!"

"I'm going to run to the convenience store before the weather gets worse. Need me to get anything?"

Ryoji thought for a moment, "Batteries. We have some flashlights, but of course no batteries." He got up from his position on the floor. "I'll come too. You're not going alone."

"Alright. I'll go see if the landlord needs anything."

"What makes you think that the store would be open?"

"It will be. This storm came out of nowhere, the employees would be stuck in the store." Shion opened the door, he paused in his step, "Haruhi, look after Kyoya please," and the door shut behind him.

Haruhi laughed, "While he's gone, I'll get you to tell me what happened. I would make tea, but as the powers out... Do you want juice?"

"Haru dear, lock the door while we're gone!"

"Yeah, dad!"

• • • • • •

Haruhi and Kyoya sat at the living room table and Kyoya had just finished relaying the information.

"I can vaguely recall him telling me something like that..." Haruhi frowned, thinking. "Yeah, he said to not worry about him if he disappeared for a few days." She had the decency to look embarrassed, "That was a few months ago though."

"And you didn't bother telling us at school?"

Haruhi shrugged, "I couldn't remember at the time. Oh yeah," something popped to her mind, "did you figure out why Shion's been acting weird?"

"You noticed?"

"Kyoya, he's my best friend. How could I not?" She scoffed lightly, "Something happened between you two. It's obvious—well, to me anyways—that you two like each other." She saw Kyoya's face flush but pretended that she didn't notice. "I meant acting odd, as in completely normal. He did confess, right?"

Now, this was a topic that Kyoya wasn't comfortable about talking about. "Yes... he did."

"Talk to him about it then if it's bothering you." Haruhi said simply, "He appreciates it when people are straightforward with him."

"Fuuuuuck." The door opened and Shion stumbled in.

"Shion! Language." Ryoji chastised lightly, hitting him on the head.

Shion groaned and sat down on the floor, "But my ankle hurts like a bitch. Ow!" Ryoji hit the top of his head with the bag from the store.

"Welcome back." Haruhi greeted. "You okay Shion?"

Kyoya gathered to put on his coat, "The store was actually open?"

"Yeah. They can't leave because of the weather. I pity them. Now come on, we can't bother Haruhi forever. She gets grumpy when she can't finish her books. And Yeah, I'm fine. I just twisted my ankle."

"Thank you for your consideration." Haruhi drawled, not even looking up from the rom-com book she was reading. She snorted when she read over something cheesy that Shion would totally do with a straight face. "Put some ice on it. If it's swollen when I see it next, I'm going to kick it."

Shion took off his shoes and set them off to the side. "You can just hang out if you want." Shion said as he rummaged through his freezer, he got up from his crouch, "Or do you want to play a game?"

"No thanks." Kyoya took a seat on the floor by his couch and took out some school work.

"Well, since you're going to be busy with that, I'll just be in my studio. If you need something just knock."

Kyoya nodded in response, too focused on the problem in front of him to truly process what he had said. Time passed and Kyoya started having a hard time reading because of the lighting. He had finished his homework a while ago and he had been reading. The power still hadn't turned back on and the wind was howling louder than ever. He checked the time on his phone, eight o'clock on the dot.

He got up from his position on the floor and stretched, his back popping satisfyingly as he did. He didn't have much else to do, he was bored with the distractions he had brought. He went to Shion's studio door and from outside it, he could hear music. Kyoya turned the doorknob silently and pushed the door open a crack. Shion was playing a trumpet, he waited until Shion stopped playing to step in.

Shion didn't notice the door open—he was facing the other way—and continued practising. He frowned when he messed up. He stopped playing and started repeating the same part until he felt comfortable. Shion sighed when he finished, "I need to practice double and triple tonguing. Taa-kuh, daa-gah," He repeated saying those two for about a minute before nodding and trying it on the trumpet's mouthpiece. Kyoya raised an eyebrow, Shion was talking to himself.

Shion put the trumpet to his mouth and suddenly he started out with a loud note that scared Kyoya shitless. Kyoya didn't recognize the song but liked the jazz. Shion continued playing Stayin' Alive and turned around in his chair. He blinked in surprise when he saw Kyoya standing there, his arms crossed and leaning on the door, head nodding to the tempo. Shion smiled into his trumpet and transitioned into another song.

Kyoya's eyes widened in recognition—he knew the song. In the Mood, by Glenn Miller, a classic jazz composer. He smiled a little when Shion started to groove out in his chair.

Shion struggled for a bit, face going red, "Pwah!" He stopped playing and took a deep breath in when the light-headedness kicked in. "Circular breathing... Doesn't work forever." It could if you had the skill, but Shion couldn't do it for long periods of time, lest he hyperventilate—which is was just happened.

He looked at Kyoya when he started clapping softly, "I didn't actually think you could play so well."

Shion raised an eyebrow, "I take offence to that." He said with humour and moved to put away his trumpet. "Oh, you might want to look away," Shion advised, "non-wind players think this is really gross."

Kyoya, much to the opposite of Shion's warning, watched as Shion emptied the spit valves, blowing the spit out of the instrument and into the garbage. He frowned at the sight.

"Told you so." Shion laughed, "Where do you think the spit's going to go?" He wiped the mouthpiece down and put the silver trumpet back into its case. "So," Shion spun around in his chair, legs crossed with a smug expression on, "Has boredom gotten the better of you?"

Kyoya shook his head at Shion's antics with a small smile, "Yes, but I'd have to say that I was quite entertained with your little... show."

Shion chuckled, "Yeah... I got a little carried away, I'll admit."

Kyoya looked around the room in curiosity and slight awe. Last time he had only gotten a glimpse before Shion kicked them out. There was a bookcase full with office paper organizers, he saw a little section on the top row that said "Composed Music," there wasn't much in the completed section, but there was almost double the amount in the uncompleted section. The rest of the case was full with other music, and music related things. He wondered how much all this gear had cost him. He had a desktop and a few microphones around with a keyboard. He had his two guitars hung on the wall by their cases, and other instruments were on the floor by the other wall.

"Would you like to play?"

Kyoya stopped observing the room and looked to Shion. The offer was unexpected. "I'm not confident enough that I can play like you."

"You don't have to play like me," Shion said and scooted across the room on his chair, picking up a case and unzipping it. He took out the bow and held it between his lips while he undid the Velcro straps in the case holding the violin down. "You said that you're bored," Shion held out the instrument to him, "relieve some of that then."

He took the instrument, but frowned, "I can't play jazz like that."

"Then don't play jazz." Shion said simply, scooting over to his keyboard and turning it on, "Play something you know."

Kyoya did a quick scale, warming himself up to the instrument. He hasn't played for a while, so he was going to be rusty. He didn't even have that high of a playing level, but he still learned it. Kyoya started playing and from the first couple of notes Shion recognized what song it was and started playing some underlying chords to accompany. Ave Maria, nice and peaceful, even as the snow struck his window and the wind howled with ferocity.

They continued playing in silence, just enjoying the sounds. When Kyoya finished, Shion ended it with a chord.

"Do you know Vivaldi's four seasons?"

"Unfortunately, I do not. I know of it, but I cannot play it."

"I have the sheet music for it, but it's too difficult at some parts to sight read…" Shion stretched, leaning back in his chair in content. "That was fun."

Shion scooted over and blew out the candle he was using for light. He got up, stumbling slightly because of his ankle, and brought it into the living room. Shion winced, he put too much weight onto it and it hurt. He hobbled to the closet he used for towels and linen, he had a whole bunch of candles, a few tall beeswax ones just in case the power went out—which was the current situation—and a couple of fake ones that ran with batteries. The scented ones didn't count because lighting all those for light would most certainly cause a killer migraine. He padded around, putting the electric candles in the kitchen and the bathroom, and lit the beeswax ones with a scented one for the living room. Shion sat down on the chair he had with a sigh, while Kyoya took a seat on the couch.

Shion sat back and relaxed, content with the silence. Kyoya, however, felt awkward. Anxiety was eating away at him. He needed to clear this up.

"Hakuba."

"Hmm?" Shion tilted his head to Kyoya in question. "What is it?" Shion asked even though he had a feeling he knew what it was about. He frowned.

"I have been thinking about what you said, but I am… perplexed." Kyoya paused in thought, thinking on how to word this. "You... have feelings towards me."

Shion felt some frustration build up, his eyebrows knitted, "That would be correct." What was he playing at?

"Then I have a question. After…" Kyoya felt his cheeks flush, "that, why did you start acting as if nothing happened?" He was genuinely confused, and it hurt him a little. He didn't like it when Shion just went back to normal, acting as if nothing happened in class and at the club. It irritated him when Shion acted nice to those girls after that.

Shion knew he made a wrong move when Kyoya made that expression. He looked... hurt. "I thought it would make you feel comfortable." Shion sighed, leaning forwards onto his knees, "Because if you didn't wish to acknowledge my feelings, then it would go right back to normal." Shion grit his teeth, his hands clasping together tightly and let out a deep, slow breath, "Like nothing ever happened."

Kyoya felt a pang in his chest. He did not want that. "Hakuba," he stood up and walked in front of Shion, "I return your feelings."

Shion sighed dejectedly, "I knew it," he whispered, defeated. He looked up to Kyoya and slapped on a smile. "Alright. I won't bother you again."

Kyoya eyes widened in panic when Shion started acting. It looked genuine, but he knew better. "No," Shion raised his eyebrows and tilted his head in question, that smile still on—and irritating Kyoya because he knew that it was false. "I meant that I feel the same."

Shion blinked, happy expression fading into shock, "I thought return meant... Oh, fuck. I'm so stupid." He reached his arms around Kyoya's stomach. "You scared me." He thought return as in, giving them back. Like returning an undesired item from a store.

"Likewise." Kyoya shared the same feeling. A moment passed and he tried to get out of Shion's hold.

"Not yet," Shion said quietly.

Kyoya just smiled and tentatively put a hand through Shion's curly hair.

When Shion calmed down and got a hold of himself, he relaxed his hold a little but did not let go. "You know," Shion lifted his head to look up at Kyoya, and the look on his face worried Kyoya. "This means that I won't be letting you go." Kyoya didn't get a chance to blink when Shion pulled him forward, making Kyoya stumble and fall towards him. Kyoya ended up in the position of straddling Shion, he blushed and the smirk on Shion's face grew.

I'm making him take the initiative this time.

Through their past... encounters, Shion was always the one to do something. Kyoya bit his lip, he felt uncomfortable with Shion staring at him so intensely. Kyoya studied the face in front of him. Penetrating mismatched eyes of blue and green hooded by long eyelashes as desire built up behind them like a dam waiting to burst. He slowly leaned forwards, nervous butterflies fluttering, and hesitantly, softly, placed his own lips onto Shion's. It was soft and light, showing his inexperience—but it was love all the same.

Letting Kyoya get a feel of it, Shion waited until he got a bit more comfortable. He felt Kyoya back away slightly, he felt uneasy and looked away from Shion in embarrassment, unsure if what he was doing had any effect, or if it was enjoyable.

"Mmmn… That's all?" A deep, throaty whisper resonated, and it caused a wave of heat to pool in low in Kyoya's body. He wasn't accustomed to this side of Shion, the colder, darker, sexier Shion. "Here…" Shion reached up, gently cupping a hand on the back of Kyoya's neck, and his other ever so slowly around his waist, "I'll teach you."

Tingles trailed with each movement, and Kyoya slowly leaned forwards. Tilting Kyoya's head with his hand, Shion pulled Kyoya down and felt a lithe hand place onto his chest for support. A tense moment passed. "Now try," and he felt his heart skip when Kyoya actually leaned down more to kiss him, and it was deeper than before, now carrying weight with it.

What felt like a mild wave of dread washed over Kyoya when he felt Shion smirk. It was an odd feeling as Kyoya felt the corners of Shion's mouth upturn against his, and his breath hitched when the gentle hand on his neck moved, fingers running over his scalp to take hold of his hair.

Kyoya jerked in surprise when Shion started responding. It was unexpected and his blood rushed as the grip on his hair became tighter and pulled him closer. Then there was something wet on his lower lip and flushed.

"Open… your mouth," Shion's voice rumbled, low and breathy as he kissed the corners of Kyoya's mouth. Kyoya went to say something, but before he had the chance to, their lips were locked and coherent thought left him as Shion's tongue made him weak.

Kyoya broke apart, gasping for a breath, and brought a hand up to cover his mouth, but quickly put his hand down when Shion licked it, "You're not getting away." This time Shion pulled him down more forcefully, taking over the initiative and making Kyoya writhe in desire with light touches and a sharp tongue.

Kyoya couldn't keep pace and eventually, he was acting on instinct. He felt embarrassed when he realized that most of the… noises were being made by him, but a part of him also couldn't care less as he moved his hands to Shion's curly locks.

Shion smirked, nipping at a lip, and only stopped once his victim lost the strength to hold himself up. A tongue licked lips as Shion leaned back and watched Kyoya regain his breath.

Kyoya took the opening given to recover. Inhaling slowly, he calmed and shifted uncomfortably when the tightness in his pants became apparent. With the previous stimulation, he didn't feel it, but it was starting to hurt. Kyoya hadn't relieved himself in a long while and was just realizing the effect it had. He wondered if Shion was effected in the same way, he looked down, but was caught off guard—unsuccessful in trying to see if Shion was… excited.

"I suppose…" Kyoya looked up when Shion started his thought, matching his mismatched gaze. He loved those eyes, unique and exotic. Lost in thought, he shivered and his back arched as hands ghosted down his back when suddenly—

"—ah!"

Shion's hands firmly grasped his ass and pulled him up, making him kneel in front of him so his waist was head level to Shion, "...that this should be taken care of," one hand stayed while the other pushed up his shirt, Shion kissed his stomach on the way down as he undid the button of Kyoya's dress pants.

"N-no. It-it's fine," Kyoya stammered, his hand moving to stop Shion by tangling his fingers in soft curly hair. "You don't need to."

Shion looked up to Kyoya with a smirk and undid the zipper of his pants with his teeth—something that turned Kyoya on even more despite what he said.

"You'd have to relieve yourself somehow."

"I'll do that then," Kyoya said stubbornly and moved to get off of Shion, only to find that he couldn't because Shion was holding him firmly in place.

"And where do you think you're going?"

"You mean…"

"Mmmhmmm."

Kyoya felt horrified, debating on whether he should just leave it or not. But it ached—he needed release. He felt shame course through him as he slid his hand under his waistband. A shiver of pleasure made him breathless for a moment, and he made eye contact with Shion—his face flushed and his cheeks burned as he quickly looked away, embarrassed—but he didn't move to stop.

He was in too deep already.

Shion watched, unamused, as Kyoya relieved himself under his boxers. Something snapped within him when Kyoya started panting. Shion's expression hardened, he wanted to be the one causing those expressions. Kyoya's back arched and he unintentionally looked into those eyes again—then he let out a moan.

Shion moved.

Kyoya gasped when his ass was squeezed tightly while Shion brought the front of Kyoya's underwear down, "No!" and licked from the base… to the tip. Kyoya convulsed involuntarily when Shion took him in his mouth, tongue swirling around his tip, and the hand in Shion's hair tightened into a fist, "Hnn."

Shion swallowed and wiped a trail that dribbled out with his thumb. Kyoya's eyes widened, mind foggy, still breathless—still in the throes of pleasure. "You didn't swallow it, did you?" He didn't think that Shion would do something like that—to go so far. He swallowed nervously when Shion licked his thumb free of… something.

Shion smirked and opened his mouth, sticking out his tongue so that Kyoya could see that there was indeed no semen in his mouth.

"T-then… I'll return the favor—" he was taken aback when Shion's eyes narrowed, a dark expression surfacing.

"Ootori," Shion said evenly, "that was no favour." Shion pulled up Kyoya's underwear and fixed his pants, "I did it because I wanted you to feel pleasure." He also did it because he lost his self-control, but Kyoya didn't need to know that. He saw Kyoya try and speak, to protest that he should return the action. "No. I'm not letting you." He didn't want him to be overwhelmed.

It was already too much, what he instigated.

Kyoya frowned, something that Shion noticed was a pout in the right circumstances, but got up when Shion started shifting him off of his lap. Clearing his throat, Kyoya smoothed out his shirt and righted his pants.

"I'll get the couch ready then," Shion ran a hand through his hair and muttered to himself. He got up and winced, almost falling when he put too much weight on his ankle and to his surprise, Kyoya stopped him by catching his fall.

In the motion Kyoya had stopped Shion from falling, he had felt the bulge in Shion's pants press onto his hip. He flushed red, looking away and fixing his glasses. "You should ice your ankle." Haruhi did say that she would kick it if she saw it and it was swollen—a bit mean, but a good reminder to take care of it.

"I'll do that before I go to bed." Shion waved off the concern and went to the closet to grab an extra pillow and a blanket. "You can sleep in my bed, I'll take the couch. No exceptions." Shion cut off his protest that he should sleep on the couch before he could even voice it. It was surprising how well Shion could read Kyoya's thought process. "I'll lend you a pair of pyjamas and a toothbrush." Actually, Ryoji had given him the spare one since Kyoya was staying overnight. He was grateful since he didn't have one.

While Shion went to rummage through his drawers for pyjamas, Kyoya washed up in the bathroom. "Here," Shion handed him a top and pants, "these are the smallest ones I could find." Shion laughed when Kyoya took them with an annoyed huff, the implication that he was small irritating him.

Kyoya changed in Shion's room while Shion got ready for bed. He was halfway done when Shion barged in.

Shion blinked, "What? I need to get pyjamas too." Shion started laughing and Kyoya did not look amused. "You look like you just lost some weight Ootori. Congratulations."

"Shut up."

"Alright, alright." Shion waved off his faux anger with a chuckle, "Get some beauty sleep then."

"Kyoya."

"Hmm?" Shion turned his head to look at Kyoya over his shoulder. That had come out of nowhere.

"You can call me Kyoya."

Shion smirked, "Likewise. You can call me Shion, though at school I'll still call you Ootori as it may raise red flags if I start calling you that. I don't call anyone by their first name except Haruhi." If they both suddenly started calling each other by their first names then people would get suspicious. "You want to keep our relationship a secret I'm guessing?"

Kyoya nodded, feeling a little bad about it, "Yes, that would be ideal."

"Alright," Shion's smirk grew darker, "Good night, Kyoya." He chuckled when his face blushed a faint pink.

When Shion closed the door behind him, Kyoya sighed and flopped down onto Shion's bed. It was soft—a layer of memory foam on top of the mattress—and comfortable enough for him to sleep in. It was rather comfy, but he just could not fall asleep, mind still going over what had happened. He heard the water running from the bathroom beside him and opened his ears when he heard something.

He flushed a bright crimson.

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Shion stared at the ceiling with a blank look. He sighed in irritation, it just wasn't going away. "Fuck." Pfft, I wish. He was hoping that his hard-on would go away, but apparently, it wasn't going to happen. He sat up and swung his legs off of the couch. Stifling a yawn, he and got up to go to the washroom, closing the door behind him. Walking in, he leaned against the wall, slumping down to the floor. Shion reached into his pants and started stroking his erection, picturing Kyoya sucking him off with—he groaned, unable to hold it in. He breathed heavily, increasing the pace gradually until the climax. He put his head against the wall, panting at the abnormally strong release. When he recovered, he got up and washed his hands. Running a hand through his hair, he smiled.

"I'm not going to let him go."

And if anyone tries to get in the way…

Be prepared for a living hell.

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Eh-hem, well... I feel a bit uncomfortable after writing that, but it needed to happen—not really, but I wanted progress and them to actually hook up. How was it? I can't read yaoi fanfics or Manga that often because life, so I hope it was up to standard... :/

Any feedback is appreciated, very much so!

And hopefully, you guys'll still be here for the next chapter if my, somewhat cringy, writing didn't make you put this book down. xD

Alright, that's it for this AN,

Jazeoth out!