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Comments: Here it is the last old Unfortunate Event!  *claps*  After this one goes up, the next one will be brand spanking new!  Oooh… spanking… *jots down a note to self*.  Anyway I hope you guys have been enjoying the repost, and thanks for all the great reviews!  I'm so glad that I caught at least a few new readers as well as some peeps who have already read this.  Makes me so happy.  ^_^  Happy happy happy!!  *looks around* This is totally off subject… but there is a guy who works in one of the cafeterias here whose name is 'Marty' and every time I see his nametag I twitch…  -_-;;  And that has nothing to do with anything.  Anyway, enjoy!!
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I can feel his presence over me, hovering, waiting for me to crack, to give in to his suggestions. I know he thinks he's so clever, so smart, that I can't resist, but he's wrong. Oh is he ever wrong!

I twist around gingerly on the couch, trying to ease my discomfort.

But then again why should I protest? It's what I want isn't it? for this to just end... he can end this for me, I know he can. It's the smugness that won't let me give in.

"Had enough yet? I can stop the aching, Kenken," he drawls. "It would only take a few moments."

His voice is sugar coated, and I want to give in, but something holds me back. Why?

"You're all bound up, tighter than a clock spring. I can loosen you up in no time," he chimes, sitting by my feet. I glance up at him through my knees and grimace. I don't need this right now. My discomfort grows, the aching spreads and screams to be cured.

Tossing my head back I groan. "Fine! Do your worst," I hiss.

I hear him chuckle softly and then feel his weight shift, feel the firm, warm presence of his hands on my knees, prying them apart, pushing one leg back against the cushions and lifting the other one slightly. His hand trails slowly down my leg, whispering over the fabric of my jeans. He pauses, I hold my breath.

"It might help if I just took these off," he says slowly.

I whip my head up in indignation. "What?! Here? Now? But what if one of the others were to..." I protest. I hope I'm not blushing.

He chuckles and shakes his head. "You'd think we were doing something perverted, Ken-kun. This is all in innocence, remember?"

I roll my eyes. "Is anything with you ever in innocence?" I snap.

He shakes his head and leans farther against my leg. "What are you implying? You think I have ulterior motives here, Kenken?"

I put my head back down. "I wouldn't put it past you," I grumble. This time he nearly breaks out into full fledged laughter.

"Shush! You want one of them to come in here and find us like this?" I snap in a hushed voice.

"Can I take off your pants or not? It would be a lot easier on both of us..."

"Oh, fine. I'll get it though." Trying not to make my situation any worse I reach down and unfasten my jeans, jerking down the zipper and then lifting my hips to slide them off. I grunt in pain and irritation. I feel his hands slip under my back, supporting me.

"Here, let me help, you stubborn baka," he grumbles.

I glare at him. "Don't get fresh with me," I snap. "I don't have time for this."

"Oh, Ken, I am going to make you feel so good when this is all over," he coos.

"How many times have you said -that- before?"

Again with the chuckling. "Be good, Ken. I don't have to do this you know."

"I don't actually recall asking you to do this either," I snap back.

Our eyes meet for a moment and then he shakes his head, the hair farming his face bouncing around. He sits back, letting my back and hips hit the couch again. He shrugs and makes to stand up. "Fine if that's what you want..."

"Ah! Er... no don't go. I'm sorry, really. I do want this, I swear, it's just... It's awkward, you know?" I say in a rush.

He grins ruefully and sits back down, grabbing my pant cuffs and yanking them down my legs and away in one swift motion. "Only because you're making it so," he says softly. Good lord, this is getting out of hand. "What's gotten into you lately? You never used to be like this."

I shake my head and look away. "I know," I say softly. "But then it was..."

"Yeah yeah."

"And now, it's different, cause there's..."

"I know, but would you just lighten up, ok? I'm only here to make this better for you."

I sigh and nod. "Just get on with it. I'm going to go crazy if you don't just do it!"

"If that's what you really want, Kenken," he says silkily. I don't like that tone. I glare at him as he pushes my legs apart again, pressing one back, bracing his hand on my knee. The other he pushes out and up. I whimper and grab the couch. "Settle. Relax."

"Easy for you to say," I grunt.

Slowly he eases his way between my legs. He hooks my knee over his shoulder and forces it straight, grabbing my ankle and pushing it upwards. He leans forward, sliding his other hand up under my hip, lifting it, cupping my ass. I bite my lip against the sensations he is causing. He leans forward again, applying constant pressure to my leg forcing it back and up, farther and farther.

This can't be natural. I don't bend that way!

He presses and I whimper, it goes on, my hands clutch madly at the couch cushions, it's all I can do to keep from crying out.
After a few moments I can see the concentration knit on his brow. Sweat drops form on his light skin and he closes his eyes, breathing heavily in concentration. Resolutely he pushes forward, lifting and pulling, exerting himself for my benefit. God this is killing me! Then just when I think I can take no more a small exclamation issues from his mouth and he shoves his body forward with primal effort. A momentary flash of excruciating pain and then... ultimate relief. In the heat of the moment, just as I feel my bones crunch and then fall back into place with an audible pop I cry out his name.

"Youji!"

Just then the light snaps on. Both of our heads snap towards the entryway of the living room. I hear Youji make a funny urking sound and something that sounds suspiciously like 'zakennayo!'

"Heh heh... hey there, Aya- kun..." he squeaks.

And there indeed he is, Aya-kun, standing in the entryway, mussed, and sleep filled. His eyes go from slightly confused to murder in about two seconds flat. I can feel myself giggling thinly; I can imagine how this looks. My pants... on the floor. Youji... up between my legs. My face... mostly hot and bothered. Youji's face... sweaty and red. My legs... more spread than peanut butter on toast. The hand, the ass, the ending cry of passion. Yeah, I know how this looks. But despite the fact that I know how this looks I open my mouth and say weakly, "Koi, this is not how it looks!"

No effect.

"Kudou, you're a dead man!"

"AHHH!!!" Youji cries as he stands up on the couch and vaults over the back, trying to put something between him and my blood lusting lover. I struggle to sit up as Youji holds up his hands. "Fujimiya, I swear I would never touch Ken like that!"

"Argh!" Aya yells and rushes the couch.

He leaps over the back in one single bound just as Youji screams "SHIT!" and dodges around the other end. Before I know what's happening Youji and Aya are mixed up in a demented game of tag. Only if Youji gets tagged one of them is going to end up unconscious or worse.

"Aya-kun, be reasonable! I swear this is not what it looks like!" Youji yells, dancing behind the coffee table.

"Like hell it's not!" Aya shouts back. He looks down and grabs Youji's glass ashtray, chucking it at poor Yotan's head. Youji manages to duck, his favorite ashtray shattering against the far wall.

"Jesus H. Christ, Aya! Are you trying to kill me?!"

"Basically!"

At this point I manage to pull myself together and stand up off the couch. I have the presence of mind to wonder at how much better I feel now before staring to screech at the top of my lungs. "Koibito, what the hell are you doing? You can't try to kill Youji. He wasn't doing anything, he was helping me with something!"

"I'm sure he was," Aya growls and then casts me a withering glance. "You stay out of this!"

"Like hell I will!" I shout. I stalk over to him and stand between him and Youji. He tries to push past me, but I block his way. "Youji hasn't done anything!"

He looks down at me, his face changing, his eyes narrowing. "Are you saying that you encouraged him?!"

I deck him in the face and stand there seething. His head whips back and he stands there holding his jaw. I can't even find any words, I'm so angry.

"The... the fact that you could even think I would..." I splutter after a moment.

Youji makes a squelching sound and then dances as far away from us as he can get. "I'm... gonna go now," he says quickly and then runs for the entryway. There is only silence now. I hear Youji's door slam in the distance.

Aya's head slowly looks up, his eyes are angry, indigo fire burning behind them.

"Don't you even look at me like that," I hiss. "You have no right to be angry with me. I haven't done anything wrong."

He takes a step towards me, his fists clenched at his sides. "You want to explain this then?" he grates dangerously.

"Do you want to listen to me or do you want to get in a brawl? I can take you either way," I say flatly.

"You aren't wearing any pants," he says.

I take a step back and look at him askance. "What does that have to do with anything?" I ask warily.

"I can't take fighting you seriously when you're in your skivvies," he says. Then in a moment all the fight is gone from his eyes, the anger drains away and there is nothing left by weariness. He sits suddenly, wrapping his arms around his knees, resting he head between them. "Talk then."

He looks so lost and alone all of a sudden.

I can never figure him out.

"Alright. Now that you're civil I'll explain. During the mission I miss gauged one of my jumps and popped my hip out of joint. I ignored it and finished the mission; I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would worry. It's happened before, and it usually fixes itself after a night on the couch. Youji knew something was wrong and when I told him what it was he said he could fix it. So I let him. I didn't really want to, because I just knew something like this was going to happen," I grumble.

He sits for a moment and then lifts his head, peering at me with those deep, soulful eyes. "I went to your room and you weren't there. I came out to see if maybe you were in the kitchen or watching TV... and then I heard you call Youji's name like that... What would you have thought, Ken, if you turned on the light after that and saw what I saw?" he says softly.

I sigh and hunker down in front of him. "Probably what you thought, but not seriously. It might have looked that way, but I would have waited for an explanation before trying to kill Youji."

He shakes his head and then slowly reaches out his hand. I take it in mine and hold it to my cheek. "Oh, aité, I know... it's just... if I ever lost you," he whispers softly.

My eyes soften and I snort. "Aya, don't be a baka. I would never cheat on you, ever. Especially not with -Youji-! I mean that guy's seen more action than the Middle East. God only knows where he's been."

Aya chuckles and bobs his head appreciatively. "That's true."

I release his hand and reach out to him, touching his face instead. "Koi, I love you. I love you so much, and I would never do anything stupid to hurt you. You trust me don't you?"

He looks at me intensely, his gorgeous eyes boring holes in my soul. For a moment he seems to waver, his mouth opening ever so slightly and then closing again. He closes his eyes and then nods. "Of course I do... but like I said, if I ever lost you I don't know what I'd do. You are the tiny patch holding me together. If you get torn away I would fall apart. I'd be nothing more than dust."

Invisible strings tighten around my heart, squeezing it gently. My stomach flutters and I shiver with the power of his words. "Aya-kun, don't say things like that," I whisper.

Looking up to meet my eyes he rocks forward onto his knees and takes my chin in his hands. "But they're true. You are my everything, Ken."

I feel the tears come to my eyes unbidden. The deepness and sadness I find in him threatens to swallow me whole. I feel like I will fly apart all into a million pieces if I don't do something, either that or he will. I cry out softly and throw myself against him, wrapping my arms around him, desperate to hold and to be held. I find myself weeping softly against his shoulder, my chest shaking and convulsing with each tiny sob. I feel his arms tighten around me, his hands caressing me, trying to chase away my pain. His lips kiss my skin gently, he nuzzles my neck, my ear, whispering to me quietly.

"I love you, I'm sorry."

I know that he wants me to think he is apologizing for jumping to conclusions and losing his temper, but I know what his words truly mean. 'I love you, I'm sorry.' Sorry for loving me, it's something he would be sorry for. Sorry for the pain he caused by loving me, sorry for having me love him in return, sorry for everything, sorry, sorry, sorry... This is what he really means.

I sniff once and lean back, gazing into his eyes. We understand each other, no words need be said. Our lips meet in a passionate crush, pressing, opening, insisting. It is bare and honest, so pure and complete that I begin to loose track of what is me and what is him. Our tongues seek each other out, teasing lovingly, moving in a sublime dance of give and take. I breathe him into my body and moan with his breath. It feels as if we might consume one another, burn our way into nothingness with the heat of our bodies. I never want to feel anything else. I give myself over to the moment and melt into his embrace. Finally our mouths break apart, heated panting fills my ears and I hear him whisper my name, kiss my eyes, my cheeks, hold me close. And then he takes my face in his hands, holding it still, as he presses his lips to mine once again, holding them there, just lips on lips. And this is the sweetest, most true kiss he has ever given me. I want to die in his arms and fly to heaven on the wings he has given me.

When the kiss ends again, I notice that tears fall quietly from both our eyes.

"Don't ever apologize for loving me," I whisper.

His eyes meet mine, startled that I know his true meaning. He chokes, and clutches me feverishly. "Ken... don't you dare ever leave me."

I stroke his hair gently, wanting to soothe his fears. "You know I never could. We've been over this, koi."

He nods and sits back, holding me at arms length. "You are so precious to me."

"Nothing will change what I feel for you. Especially not Youji Kudou, man whore extraordinaire," I quip.

He chuckles and sniffs back his tears. "It does seem pretty ridiculous now that I think about it."

"I mean, why would I give up your beautiful temple of purity for that? I could catch more diseases from Yotan than from the Tokyo zoo."

Now he laughs and buries his face in my shoulder. I stroke his hair again and put my hands on his back. "How's your face where I clocked you?"

He shrugs. "Fine. I deserved it anyway."

"Yeah, you did."

"I apologize."

"Apology accepted. Now apologize to Youji on your way to bed," I say severely.

"Do I have to?" he whines.

"It's not like you to whine, now don't. Just do it, I'm sure he feels awful. He may be a man whore, but he still has feelings," I say softly.

Aya just grumbles and then pulls away, collecting himself and standing up. "If you insist."

He holds out his hand to me and I take it, using it to help myself up. Once I stand he releases me and stoops to get my pants, tossing them to me. "Don't forget to take those to your room with you," he says softly, coming over to me. He takes me in his arms and holds me for a long moment, breathing into my hair. "I love the way you smell, Kenken. Did I ever tell you that?"

I giggle and return the embrace. "No."

"Well I do. I guess this is goodnight then," he kisses my forehead. "Sleep well, aité."

He begins to pull away, but I gently tug at the hem of his shirt. He looks at me curiously. "Ano... I was actually thinking... er, would you... can I spend the night with you?"

His eyes are startled for a moment, surprised by my request. We both know how I feel about sharing sleeping space. Then they soften, growing dark and deep with love. He touches my face and smiles distantly. "You know there's nothing I would like more."

I grin and take his hand, tugging him towards the door. "Then let's get to it, cause I'm beat. Youji really knows how to take it out of a guy."

"Oh, ha ha. Smart ass," he grumbles, trotting after me. I squeeze his hand and flick off the light.

I never slept alone again.

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