Notes: Almost done with this story. One more chapter to go after this. *sigh* On another note, this chapter is oddly sex-oriented. So beware.

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"You have a bit of a hair complex, don't you there, Matt?"

"Mm."

"Because, you know, I've never seen anyone who lights candles when he fixes his hair. Nor have I ever met anyone who keeps his comb in a padded black box in his-"

"The candles, as your weak little mind has obviously forgotten, are for the horrid stench that your dirty soccer clothes, which you just left sitting in your bag on the floor in my room, have apparently developed in the course of the night. And I'll have you know that this is a very special comb, Davis."

"Really?" Davis peered at the purple comb in front of him. "It doesn't look like one. In fact, it kind of looks just like mine." He reached a hand out thoughtfully to pick up the object in question.

SMACK

"Ow! Fuck! What did you that for?!"

Matt glowered at the younger teen and patted his comb reassuringly. "You are not worthy of touching this comb. This comb is far above you, and you should not even be allowed to look at it. And although your gaze has already soiled it, I will not allow your touch to do so as well."

"Oh forgive me, sir." Davis folded his arms and glared forcefully at the boy standing in front of him. "Would you like me to bow down and worship the Almighty Comb?"

"Yes," Matt announced as he forced a big pile of gel into his hand and began gently - and almost lovingly - running it through his hair. "As a matter of fact I would. Down on your knees, boy."

Davis' eyes widened considerably. "What?"

Matt stared thoughtfully at himself in the mirror atop his dresser. "Well, Davis, if I were you I'd pray to the 'Almighty Comb' to save that thing on your head you call hair. Maybe it will grant you a miracle someday for your efforts, and you will look normal. But until then, you need to ask forgiveness for doubting its ability. So, on your knees."

Davis merely stared dubiously at Matt and crinkled his nose. "Jeez," he muttered under his breath. "What is it with me having all these sadomasochistic friends? First Ken and now you. All wanting me on my knees and shit. Who's next? Mimi? 'Get on your knees, Davis, and worship my big-ass pink hat'?" He snickered, pleased at his imitation of Mimi's high-pitched voice.

"Davis, I really don't want to hear about your sex life right now. So if you could please keep your kinks to yourself-"

"MY kinks? You're the one over there ordering me to-"

"Shhh." Matt waved his hands wildly in an attempt to shut the younger boy up. When all was silent, he hesitantly reached a hand out to caress the comb tenderly. Davis resisted the urge to roll his eyes, fearing that the result might be having the gel bottle launched toward his head. Matt mumbled something under his breath and picked up the comb, holding it gently in his palm, before he poised it above his hair, about to bring it down…

"Haaaalleluiah! Haaaalleluiah! Ha-"

"DAMMIT, DAVIS!!"

Davis put on an innocent smile. "What? I was just praising the-"

"Don't you know that I need complete silence?! This is a very difficult process, one that has taken years to perfect! I do not need you ruining it for any reason! Do you understand?!"

"Yes, Mama."

"You want me to throw you out of this room?"

"No, Mama."

"I will. I swear to you I will if you don't keep your mouth shut."

"Yes, Mama. I'll be silent, Mama. I'll just sit here and look pretty, Mama." As if to prove his point, Davis leaned back almost seductively on the bed and smiled sweetly at Matt. "Please continue."

Matt shook his head and rolled his eyes, repositioning his comb and lowering it to his gel-soaked hair.

Davis sighed slightly and surveyed Matt's room, thinking that it might be best to entertain himself while the other boy was fixing his hair. There had to be magazines somewhere in the room. Matt was weird and different, but he wasn't that weird and different. Davis eyed a drawer behind him. If he lived here, that would definitely be where he'd put his magazines. He crawled across the bed and slid onto the floor, opening the drawer and peering inside.

"Ooh! Doujinshi!"

Davis froze, stole a glance at Matt, and breathed a sigh of relief when the blond didn't give any signs of hearing him. Giggling happily to himself, he pulled out the first doujinshi he saw and examined the cover. Which happened to display a rather scantily clad boy spread eagle under the word 'Hard'. Well that certainly makes a statement, Davis thought and was already grinning evilly in anticipation as he opened to the first page.

"Hm…….whoa……my Lord…oh my goodness………..God, that's….oh my…fuck…."

"Dammit, Davis, what are you…." Matt trailed off and paled considerably when he glimpsed the item in Davis' hands. "Davis!" The 'Almighty Comb' was slammed forcefully against the dresser and forgotten as Matt charged at the younger teen, grabbing the doujinshi and throwing it back in the drawer. "What the hell are you doing?! I do not appreciate you going through my stuff!"

"Matt's got dirty doujinshi, Matt's got dirty doujinshi!" Davis announced in a sing-song voice before he broke down in a fit of giggles.

Matt flushed a bright red. "That…that is none of your business. I cannot even believe that you-"

"Dude, that guy was waaay bendable. I mean, is it even possible to get in that position?" Davis asked, still giggling heavily, and proceeded to attempt to bend into said position.

"I d-don't…" Matt sputtered, doing a fairly good impression of a gaping lobster as he struggled between feeling angry, shocked, and horny as hell. "Dammit, Davis, would you stop that and get up off the floor!"

"But, Matt," Davis whined as he gave up and simply laid flat on his back. "It's comfy down here." He patted the space next to him. "Want to join me?"

"No, I do not want to join you. I want to know what the hell you were doing snooping in my stuff!"

Davis sighed lightly. "You told me to shut up. I figured that the only way I'd shut up is if I had something to amuse myself with, so I just opened the drawer and there it was. I didn't mean to make you mad, Matt. Really." He pouted, made his best puppy eyes, and willed his bottom lip to quiver. "Forgive me?"

Matt continued to glower, although with slightly less force as Davis noticed happily. He made something of a growl in the back of his throat and stalked back to his dresser.

"Hey Matt, you mind if I borrow it sometime? I didn't get to finish it, you know."

"You are not borrowing it. Ever. Use your imagination if you want to know how it ends. It's really not a complicated ending," Matt muttered as he reached for his comb once again. With his fingers mere centimeters away, his whole body went rigid suddenly.

Davis, for once actually being on the ball of things, noticed immediately. "Um…Matt? I was just kidding, you know. I-" He trailed off as he followed the blond's line of vision.

Matt's hand shakily continued its journey, and he stared at the three purple pieces in his hand that previously were his comb. He stood gaping at them for a long moment, his body trembling heavily and his eyes shining brightly as though he were on the verge of tears.

"You…you must have broken it….when you slammed it down on the-"

Matt turned his gaze on Davis, who shut up quite quickly at the murderous intent plainly visible in the older boy's face. "You son of a bitch!"

Davis suddenly became a blur of motion running out the door, and the comb broke into even more pieces when Matt threw it down to chase after him, screaming curses and promising death to the devil child who caused him to break his comb.

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POUND. POUND. POUND.

"Motomiya Daisuke, you get your wussy ass out of that bathroom right this instant!"

"I hardly even think so! You'll go all psycho and kill me!"

"I won't kill you. I'll just rearrange a few parts. Now get out here."

"No!"

"Dammit, Davis, you destroyed my comb! Now get out here so I can kick your ass for it!"

"I didn't destroy your comb! You were the one that destroyed your comb! You smashed it on the dresser! Not me! So don't kick my ass, kick your own!"

"Yeah, I smashed it on the dresser because you were going through my stuff! Therefore, it is your fault and I have the right to kick your ass!"

"If you even so much as attempt to kick my ass, I will have myself a nice little talk with Tai. And I will tell him that you own a pair of women's panties and a bunch of yaoi doujinshi, and I will tell him how you cried just because your comb got broken."

"You wouldn't dare."

"I would! Just try me. Kick my ass, and see what I do."

Matt glared at the locked door and clenched his fists, realizing that Davis was not bluffing in the slightest and hating every second of it. "Fine. Come on out."

"And you aren't going to try to kick my ass? You swear that you won't?"

"I swear on my guitar and the memory of my deceased comb. I won't even try to kick your ass, no matter how much you may deserve it."

The door cracked open as Davis peered cautiously out of it. When he realized that Matt had no intention of committing murder, the door opened fully and he took a wary step forward, still ready for anything. "Hello," he said quietly after a moment, flinching when he noticed that the other boy was visibly restraining himself.

"Hello," Matt replied tersely.

"I'll buy you another comb," Davis said in what he hoped to be a reassuring voice. "I'll buy you the most expensive comb I can find. I'll even buy you gel to go with it, if you like. And then I'll buy you some more yaoi doujinshi. Maybe you'd like some guitar picks? Hell, I'll buy you a guitar if you want-"

"A guitar won't be necessary. A comb, gel, doujinshi, and picks will be sufficient."

"And then you'll forgive me?" Davis asked, looking hopeful.

"Hm." Matt leaned back against the wall of the hallway and folded his arms across his chest. "We'll see."

"Oh thank you!" Davis launched himself at the blond, wrapping his arms and legs tightly around his body and burying his face in Matt's neck. "I'll make it up to you, I promise. I'll buy you the best comb in the history of combs!" He let go and scampered off towards the bedroom. "Come on!"

"Excuse me?" Matt looked after him bewilderedly. "'Come on?'"

"Yeah." Davis stuck his head out of the open doorway and smiled at him. "Come on. We have to get ready to go."

"And where exactly are we getting ready to go to again?"

Davis sighed, exasperated. "Duh. The mall, obviously."

"The mall?"

"Yes. The mall. To buy you your comb, gel, doujinshi, and picks. Remember?"

Matt blinked owlishly, apparently having already forgotten that he was supposed to be angry at him. "Um. I didn't know that you meant now. I thought you meant, like, later or something."

"Well," Davis said, smiling sheepishly. "I want you to forgive me now. I don't want to spend our last day together with you mad at me. So I want to get this done as fast as I can."

"You don't-"

"Besides, it'll be a nice pleasant way to spend the day."

"But-"

"And I'll even drive us there!"

"No! That's quite all right! I just-"

The bedroom door slammed shut, leaving Matt standing alone in the hallway, gaping at the closed door like a fish. "Well," he said after a long moment of silence. "I guess we're going to the mall today."

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"So, am I forgiven now?"

Matt mumbled something but couldn't make himself take his eyes away from his new silver comb that cost Davis almost as much as the gel, doujinshi, and guitar picks combined.

"You like the comb, Matt?"

"It's the most beautiful thing I have ever seen," he replied, turning it in his hand and continuing to stare at it in absolute wonder.

Davis nodded, looking distinctly proud that the other boy was so enthralled with something he had purchased. And that the incident earlier that day was obviously long forgotten. "That's good." He took a judicious sip of his soda and took a moment to examine the people around him. Who all happened to be staring at Matt as though he had seven heads. Well who wouldn't, thought Davis as Matt's mouth formed a perfect O and his fingers traced across the teeth of the comb as though it were the most fragile thing in the world. "C'mon, Matt," he said as he stood from the bench and tried to pull the entranced teen up with him. "People are looking at you funny. Let's go to another store or something. You can drool over the comb later."

Matt's head snapped up, and he seemed to come back to himself as he glared forcefully at the gawking individuals. "Uncouth little-" He placed the comb lovingly back in its bag. "They don't understand. Fucking-"

"I know, Matt," Davis murmured sympathetically as he threw an arm around the angry boy and rested his head on Matt's shoulders, causing a nearby group of fangirls to erupt in squeals. "They're all idiots. Ignore them."

"Fine," Matt pouted, gripping his shopping bags tightly as he let himself be led into the crowd. "Idiots."

"Yes, Matt. Idiots." Davis patted him on the shoulder a few times for good measure before letting go and evaluating the nearby stores with a critical eye. "Hey, wanna go over there? That looks like a neat store." He pointed towards a very psychedelic-looking store, with various different colored flashing lights and loud rock music.

"Okay," Matt muttered after a moment, although he was already being drug across the mall.

The store was pretty much just a general assortment of weirdness (A/N: think Spencer but not). Davis giggled at the various key chains by the registers, and Matt eyed the voodoo dolls thoughtfully. The more the two browsed the stranger the store seemed to become, and before long Matt was staring in horror at greeting cards of decapitated men and near-naked women. Feeling that he'd had entirely too much of this particular store, he marched over to where Davis was standing, intent on telling him that they were leaving. His shoulder brushed across one of the items on the rack that Davis was studying, and it began to tumble off. Matt struggled to grab it before it hit the floor and nearly knocked the stand behind him over in the process. A group of teenage boys found this particularly hilarious and laughed raucously until Matt fixed them with his best glare. When they had settled down, he turned back to Davis and noticed for the first time the shocked expression on his face.

"What?" he asked, and followed the younger boy's gaze to the rack in front of them. He froze, and his mouth threatened to drop open when he realized that the whole rack was full of various adult toys. He glanced down at his hand that was still holding what he'd knocked off, and he nearly dropped it again when he realized that he was clutching a box that contained a particularly large vibrator. "Davis, I think we're in the wrong part of this store. I certainly don't-"

"Matt, what is that?" Davis pointed at a package of anal beads, looking both curious and overwhelmed at the display of sex toys.

"That…it…well…" Matt glared at them and then at Davis, trying to banish all the lovely and perverted images that arose in his head. "That is not something that you should be asking. I refuse to corrupt your virgin ears. Now come on."

"My ears are not virgin!"

"Then you've been doing it wrong," Matt snapped and prepared to drag the younger boy out of the store. "I think we should leave now before-"

"Excuse me, sir, but aren't you Matt Ishida?"

Matt froze and glanced behind him to find one the store's employees smiling sweetly at him, a piece of paper in hand. "Um…yes I am."

"Oh my God!" the man squeaked, bouncing excitedly. "Me and my friends saw your band perform a while back, and I just loved you! Oh my, I can't believe that I'm meeting you!" He rocked back on his heels, suppressing a squeal, and suddenly seemed to notice Davis for the first time. He gave the brunette a barely concealed look of distaste that was returned with twice as much fervor before he turned his attention back to Matt. "Can I get your autograph?" Without waiting for an answer, he shoved the piece of paper into Matt's hand and produced a pen out of nowhere. "My name's Justin."

Davis glowered at him and took a large step closer to his friend.

"Uh…okay." Matt quickly signed the piece of paper while the other two boys continued to glare at each other. "Here you go."

"Thanks!" Justin bounced a few more times for good measure before he happened to glimpse the box that Matt still held in his hand. "Oh." He grinned knowingly. "I personally enjoy the veined ones. Much more pleasure, I think. Definitely not a kiddie toy." He shot a pointed look towards Davis, who visibly bristled in response. And with a suggestive wink and a wave goodbye, Justin returned to the front of the store, leaving an embarrassed Matt and an angry Daisuke in his wake.

Matt huffed and puffed for a moment as he replaced the vibrator on the shelf. He turned back to Davis, still scowling deeply. "Now we're going…What the hell are you doing?" he asked as Davis grabbed a box off the shelf.

"Well, he recommended the veined one, so therefore I'm buying," he paused to glance at it, "the ribbed one!" And with that, he stalked up to the front to make his purchase.

"Davis! You get back here right this instant and put that back!"

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"I cannot believe that you bought a vibrator!"

"What? That jackass obviously bought one, so why can't I buy one? And did you see that look on his face when I plopped it down in front of him and told him that veins were for wussies? Ha! Wish I'd had my camera!" Davis grinned maliciously as he tore open the box and removed his new (ahem) toy. He held it in front of him and leaned back against the headboard of Matt's bed. "Hm. I think I'll name it Freddie."

Matt gave him an odd look. "You're naming it?"

"Of course." Davis held the vibrator up. "Hello," he said in a very nasally voice. "My name is Freddie. How are you?"

Matt continued to stare impassively at him. "You are a very strange little person. You know that, right, Davis?"

The younger boy beamed proudly. "Yeah, I do. But now I'm a strange little person with a vibrator."

More interesting images flitted into Matt's brain, and he struggled to dismiss them. "Named Freddie."

"Named Freddie," Davis agreed. He set Freddie down next to him and sighed. "You know, this is our last night together."

"Yes, it is." Matt's shoulders noticeably sagged at the thought.

"This week, I think, was the greatest week I've had for as long as I can remember. I'll miss it, being here."

"Yeah. So will I," Matt replied, and he knew that he would. Because it was sort of nice, having the younger teen around for a week. He stared silently at Davis, nearly overcome with the sudden urge to embrace the younger boy.

Davis glanced up and stared back for a long moment before he looked away, smiling sheepishly with a pink tint to his cheeks. He put Freddie back in his box and set it on the floor. He leaned back against the headboard, gazing at the air in front of him thoughtfully, eyebrows furrowed. "Oh fuck it!" he exclaimed suddenly, pushing himself up again. "Just fuck it." And promptly launched himself at Matt, pushing him against the bed and crushing their lips together.

"What the hell are you doing?" Matt gasped as he pulled himself away slightly, feeling faint and breathless as Davis ran his fingers through his hair and tried to move closer.

"I don't know," he responded, pressing tiny kisses to Matt's jaw. "I really don't know. You were just…and I just…just can't stop-" Davis broke off as Matt slid down slightly so that their lips met once again, and he opened his mouth to accept Matt's tongue just as a hand slipped under his shirt and exquisite fingers stroked his skin. He whimpered into the kiss and threw his head back, unknowingly beginning to rock his hips against Matt's. "Don't stop," he whispered thickly, as the blond moved to suckle his exposed neck. "God, don't ever stop."

"I won't," Matt whispered back when Davis began to claw at his back. "I won't." He pulled back and leaned forward again to rest his head against the other's forehead, feeling his breath on his lips and his heartbeat underneath his palm. "You know, it's kinda funny," he said, gasping for more air, "Yesterday, Tai said that by the end of this week you and I would be sleeping together."

"Oh?" Davis sounded as though he could care less what Tai said as he ran his hands anxiously up and down Matt's back. By now, the younger teenager was trembling horribly as he continued to rock against Matt, trying his best to encourage him to move as well.

"Mm hm. He said that you'd fuck me so hard that I wouldn't be able to walk in the morning." The blond sucked in a deep breath of air and pressed his lips lightly against Davis' chin. "And you know I just can't allow him to be right about something like that."

All movement stopped. "You can't?"

"No."

Davis nearly burst into tears, but before he could even utter a word, a pair of hands began to tug his shirt upwards.

"No," Matt repeated, leaning down to nuzzle Davis' neck. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk in the morning." And then he attacked the thudding pulse in Davis' throat, licking and suckling it until Davis cried out in pleasure.

"Oh," he moaned helplessly, feeling his ability to form coherent words diminish with each passing second. "Oh, that's…that's fine…"

And indeed, it was.