Disclaimer: On the first chapter.

A/N: Ah gomen it took me some time to upload this chapter. I finished it like two days after I posted the first chapter, but fanfiction.net was not working for me… It wouldn't let me log in! **sobs** But no matter, I am alright now and this chapter has finally been able to be posted.

ThankYou's: And now, I would just like to thank all of the wonderful people that reviewed my ficcy. I just want to let all of you know that your words always make me feel so loved.

Umi-chan: **tears** Oh, you flatter me too much! **bows profusely** Meh, I was never good at taking praise… I'm really glad that you enjoy my work so much. I'm pleased you think I'm a good lemon writer. **blush blush** And you really haven't seen any lemons with Ayame in them? **looks perplexed** Well, I though I've seen two lemons (well not technically lemons, more limes I suppose) out there with the Ayame x Shigure pairing. **nod nod** I don't remember the exact titles… but I know they're out there! And, I would love to write a fic with Ayame in it! **evil grin** Well, the other partner I had in mind for him wasn't Shigure, and most people would probably not like this sort of pairing… but I could always make adjustments to my fic ideas! I don't know when I'll get started on it, but I'll do it… eventually. ^^;

christina: Yup yup, Kyou-kun's having naughty little dreams. And he's definitely thinking about acting on those dreams.

Li: Well, I love this pairing too. And I'm happy that you think it's intriguing.

Asidian: Aw, I'm glad that you think my story was well written. And yes, it's Kyou x Yuki CiTrUs! Well, do not worry, Kyou will find Yuki in this chappy, and then more citrusy goodness shall ensue.

Are We Alone Yet?

Part Two: Lunchtime, Boys

            A boy was sitting peacefully in his room, propped in a cross-legged position on his bed, back leaning against the supporting wall, and book held primly in both of his hands. Eyes scanning over the pages, he let a bored yawn pass through his lips, the book quickly losing its appeal and his attention. Closing said book, he set it down on his bedside table and rested his head back against the wall, staring up at the plain white ceiling. Slowly, his eyes began to lose focus as his mind began to wander. Dimly, he registered the warm noontime sunlight streaming onto his face, and belatedly thought about closing the window as to protect his fair skin. But the cool autumn breeze blowing through the open space and caressing his face changed his mind.

            Lost in his trance-like state, his memories began to assault him like a tsunami crashing in on him from all sides. Odd tidbits and details began to surface in his mind, and he was drawn into a whirlwind of forgotten recollections and emotions. He lost himself in the feelings, the preserved sensations, remembering past occasions. A sense of nostalgia washed over him, and he let himself drown in it, wishing that maybe he could go back to the old times. Possibly just once, to relive those fond experiences.

            In his daze, a pleasant -an extremely pleasant- memory came to his mind. Unwittingly, his lips curved into a small smile and his breathing increased a slight pace. In his mind, the memory began to replay itself, and he seemed to be transported back in time to that incident.

            He was sitting on a bed… his bed, right along the edge, head bowed, and waiting. Waiting… for him. It was dark, the moonlight casting obscure shadows amongst the room. He stared unseeingly at his thighs, naked thighs. Free from the restraint of clothes, like the rest of his form was. His breathing was strained, heart pounding, and blood pulsing rapidly through his veins. Minutes that seemed like hours passed, and he was still waiting, eyes having fallen shut some point during the period of time. Inhale, exhale… he only sound in the quiet room was his somewhat hard breathing.

            Suddenly, the sound of a door slamming open made it to his ears, and his breath faltered in his throat. It sounded so real… He heard the hurried footsteps approaching him after the door slid shut once more, and felt his heart speed up even more. Afraid of opening his eyes, he relied on his hearing, focusing on the other figure he knew was standing directly in front of his exposed body.

            "Yuki…"

            His name sensually whispered in a rich, soft voice. He felt tingles travel along his form as those carefully pronounced syllables reached his ears. So real…

            "Yuki."

            Biting his bottom lip gently, he willed himself to stay still as he felt, rather than saw, the heated gaze raking over his vulnerable form. There was something highly arousing about knowing that you are being watched, feeling another's eyes devour the sight of you. He felt the sensations pooling in his lower body, and the wave of desire wash through his slender frame. The gaze, it felt so real…

            "Yuki!"

            Snapping out of his reverie, Yuki's head shot up to stare straight into flaming red eyes. Kyou…? What was he doing here? Then it dawned in him; no wonder the slamming door and the voice calling him sounded so real in his memory. But his questing mind was quickly quieted at the sight of Kyou. Face flushed and hair tousled, he was still dressed in only the pants he had worn to bed. Though as inviting it was to stare at Kyou's well-defined torso, so eagerly presented to him, the tightness in his sweats was what caught Yuki's attention. He felt his face burn even more than it already was due to his memory, and the slight strain in his own pants strengthen. Oh Kami-sama, it was like a repeat of that fine memory…

*~*~*~*

            Kyou stared down at the gorgeous creature in front of him, staring -or trying quite valiantly to do so- at his face. But he was having just as difficult a time focusing on the flushed face of the somewhat panting beauty splayed out on the bed in front of him. Belatedly, he wondered why Yuki was aroused just as he was, but dismissed it, as it wasn't an important matter to his hormones.  He swallowed thickly in his already constricted throat and clenched his hands into fists, resisting the colossal urge to just jump the boy in front of him and ravage his young, willing body in a wild frenzy of primitive lust… Ack! That is not the way to be thinking at a time like this! Mentally bashing himself on the head, he blinked a few times to regain what little composure he had and look down at Yuki. Though, the boy was no longer sitting on his bed. Rather, he was standing in front of him, chest nearly touching his, and head tilted back, moist, glistening lips parted and inches away from his own, mercury pools veiled behind creamy lids…

            Oh Kami-sama…

            He watched with a mesmerized look on his face, breath quickening as Yuki leaned up slightly, brushing his satin-soft petals in a whisper of a touch along the corner of his own slack lips. Faintly, he felt his nails digging into his palm from keeping them so tightly clenched, and tardily registered the slight pain from it. Slowly, Yuki pulled back, small smirk fixed on his pale pink lips, and glanced up at him with an elegantly arched eyebrow.

            "So, what brings you here in such a state, baka neko?"

            Had it been another time and in another situation, he would have started snarling and glaring at his attractive cousin, but right now, his libido was on a mad rampage and he couldn't care less. Letting a primordial growl free from his throat, he lunged forward and let his hungry mouth latch onto that pale column of flesh, sucking forcefully as his hands grasped onto slender upper arms. He felt tingles travel along his skin as he heard the surprised gasp, felt the body in his grasp stiffen slightly. He let his tongue run along the smooth skin, moving his head downward until he reached the sensitive junction where neck meets shoulder, and allowed his teeth to sink into the soft skin lightly. A whimper of pleasure was all he heard before thin hands encircled his neck and defined legs wrapped securely around his waist as Yuki jumped onto him.

            Hips ground and sinful friction was created. Twin sets of appreciative moans rang through the quaint little room as the two boys let the insatiable lust inside them loose. Kyou had backed up into the wall from the force of his cousin's weight on him, and was currently pinned as Yuki ravaged his waiting mouth. Tongues dueled in an age-old battle for dominance as hands roamed freely across whatever exposed flesh there was. Hot breaths blew across heated skin as their young bodies moved in an erotic dance, hidden from view as they indulged in illicit pleasures.

            Kyou let his hands run along Yuki's smooth back, relishing in the feel of the slightly slick skin after having removed the bothersome shirt and tossed it somewhere in the vicinity of the room. He let his lips slide along a curved collarbone, nipping lightly and eliciting incoherent noises from a strained throat. Oh the noises Yuki was making; they were driving him mad. Allowing his lips close over a sensitive spot and sucking hard, he let his hands trail lower to the waistband of the inconvenient jeans covering the rest of his cousin's delectable body. Slowly, as his mouth worked to reduce Yuki to a quivering, moaning mass, he let his hands slowly slip inside…

            "Lunchtime, boys!"

*~*~*~*

            Kyou and Yuki almost fell over from their precarious position as Touru's sweet voice soared up from the bottom of the stairs. Both groaning in frustration, they disentangled themselves from each other, Yuki sliding down from his perch across Kyou's hips. Bending over to pick up his earlier removed shirt, the slightly shorter of the two sighed quietly as the cool material swung across his flushed skin. Readjusting the rest of his clothes and fixing his hair, he turned back to the still figure leaning against the wall, with a sour expression on his face and sighed once more. Walking over to the other and letting his hand stroke the toned chest soothingly, he leaned up and let his lips rest lightly against the other's ear.

            "Don't worry. We'll continue this after lunch."

            He turned around and strode towards the door, sliding the flimsy Japanese style door open and walking out of his room. Before closing the door again, he tossed one last comment back at his still stationary cousin.

            "And if I were you, I would get dressed."

            And with that, he shut the door completely, leaving Kyou alone in his room to watch his fading shadow through the thin screen.

*~*~*~*

            Kyou stared at the departing body through the door, watching the willowy figure disappearing as he descended the stairs. Still glowering at nothing in particular, he slammed his fist into the wall behind him, letting a frustrated growl rip from his parched throat. Sinking to the ground, he pulled his knees to his chest, hissing in a sharp breath as the movement caused friction along his hip area. Groaning again, he let his head rest on his arms and planned on spending the majority of the day curled in this position, sulking and moping until Yuki came back.

            "Kyou, if you don't come down soon, I'll put some leeks in the soup!"

            Sighing, he gave up and pushed his unwilling body off of the floor. Opening the door to the room and slamming it closed again with a loud noise, he lumbered down the hall to his room to get dressed, mumbling curses the whole way. It was going to be a long meal…

~TBC~