Disclaimer: Back on the first chapter, because I am lazy and don't want to write it again each chapter.

Ack… so sorry that this chapter took well close to four months to finish. But honestly, I don't have a legible excuse. I simply don't seem to have the time anymore, and my muses refuse to continue on with this. So yes… updates from now on will be erratic and come when they come. I can't write on a schedule; my muses won't tolerate being tossed around. But all of this is irrelevant, so we'll just skip that and move onto more important matters; the story.

And we are back at the Souma residence during lunch time. Alright, so there's really not any boy x boy action like I promised, but it'll come next chapter… I think.

Alright, this is the area in which I would do thank you's, but there are simply too many and I am extremely lazy, so I won't answer them individually. So I would like to give a collective thank you to all of those that read and reviewed my story, as it means a lot to me.

Are We Alone Yet?

Part Four: The Erotic Qualities of Soup

            Fidgeting uncomfortably on his chair while trying his damned hardest to not show that he was squirming, Kyou glared harshly at Shigure. What the Hell was wrong with him? His eyes squinted even further as he continued to watch the older man break out in continuous waves of mirth. The stupid old git wasn't even paying attention to anything around him, just holding his stomach and laughing too much, to the point of where it was really starting to bug Kyou. What was so damn funny? He kept on getting this odd nagging feeling in the back of his head that was telling him that the baka was laughing at him, and that only irritated him all the more. Letting a soft growl fall from his throat, he willed himself to tear his eyes away from his annoying older cousin and focused them on his other, much sexier cousin. Oh yes, now this view was much better…

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            He was trying hard to block out the annoying sounds of laughter coming from his side, but quite frankly, it seemed futile. So what he did instead was look over at Kyou. Hey, the view was much better than his cold soup. Oh, that's right; he would have to apologize to Touru later for not eating her food. He hated upsetting the girl; she was always so sweet to them and got upset so easily. So he added that to his mental to-do list, right under "Ravage Kyou" and "Kill Shigure". Idly twirling his spoon in his soup bowl, he ignored the amused looks coming from Shigure, the confused expressions coming from Touru, and the lustful stares coming from Kyou. Alright, so he couldn't quite ignore the looks from the gorgeous redhead, but he was damned if he was going to show it. So, shifting subtly in his seat, as to put on a front that he was merely changing positions, he continued to stir his soup, as if it would take his mind off more pressing matters. But he could swear that he heard Shigure laugh harder…

            Then, he got an ingenious idea. Alright, so it was more like an evil idea, but that was besides the point. Smirking mentally, for heavens forbid that he portray what he felt, he let the spoon make one more rotation in his soup before arching it up, lifting the utensil out of the now lukewarm liquid with it's hollow filled in. If Shigure was going to have a good time, he might as well too. Lifting his gaze back up from where it had fallen down once more to his meal, he let his eyes meet with Kyou's in a clash of vibrant hues, looking coyly at him through lowered lashes. Slowly, showing an air of leisure, he lifted the metal object to his face, eyes still demurely focused on his cousin, whom he noticed was raptly watching him. Then, as discreetly as possible, he let his tongue slither out of its orifice and run sensuously along the bottom of the spoon, feeling its smooth texture as a stray droplet of the soup rolled down from the spoon and onto his muscle, the taste buds detecting the slightly piquant flavor that came from the herbs immersed within the soup. But the quality of Touru's cooking wasn't what he was concentrating on. His attention was focused on the different emotions flickering rapidly across that finely-sculpted face. Oh yes, this would definitely be enjoyable.

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            Oh Kami-sama…

            Were his eyes deceiving him? Blinking, somewhat flabbergasted, as to clear up his eyes, he turned his gaze back to the silver-headed teen once more. It appeared that his eyes were perfectly normal after all; Yuki was indeed, seducing him with the soup, and directly in front of Shigure and Touru too. For the love of Kami, in front of Touru! What a tease, but a damn good one at that… Mou, why did the boy have to be good at everything he did? But putting his jealously aside for the moment, he watched enthralled as that gorgeous creature continued to use his mouth in extremely enticing ways, tongue and lips moving sensuously along the contours of the utensil. He could feel his body reacting very noticeably to those actions, and felt like cursing out loud at his alluring cousin for being so damn sexy.

            But obviously, he couldn't do that. So instead, he settled for simply clenching his jaw shut and sending a mix of a glare and a leer at Yuki, while desperately trying to will his now exceedingly painful erection away. But of course, the latter, as always, failed. Therefore he was left moving restlessly around on his seat, trying to find a more endurable position in his current state, as his secret lover naughtily yet inconspicuously licked the spoon clean. Only his cousin would be able to pull that off without having anyone notice, unless they knew what to look for. At other times, that uncanny ability to do anything subtly came in handy, but at this particular time, it was quite irritating. It just made him crave all the more to pin that slender body down and do unholy things to it.

            He was going to get Yuki back for this… eventually.

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             Letting the now clean spoon slip away from his lips, he allowed his eyes, which had managed to slide shut during his activities, to open again, lashes fluttering coquettishly against his cheeks before centering on Kyou's face again. And as expected, he was met with a flushing glare/leer/stare/etc. Allowing one corner of his mouth to rise in something of a semblance to a smirk, he set his spoon back down next to his bowl, since it was no longer of any use to him. Leaning back in his chair, he placed his hands primly in his lap, just very conveniently covering up noticeable evidence. He slowly licked his lips, acting as if he was simply making sure that there was no fluid left on his lips, grinning inside as he watched ruby pools follow the unhurried movement of his tongue. But as he reached the other corner of his mouth, he tasted a droplet of somewhat spicy liquid.

            Seeing another opportunity to torture Kyou, he lazily lifted his hand to his face, middle finger extending further than the other digits and brushing against the soup lying dormant on his skin. Slightly parting his mouth, he slid the finger inside, lips closing over it as his tongue swept along the sensitive pad, licking up the consommé. Never removing his eyes from the redhead's face, he pressed his lips tighter together, sucking on the finger lightly as his tongue continued to swirl around his fingertip. Finally satisfied that he had tormented the poor teen enough, he stopped laving his finger and withdrew the digit from within his mouth, eyes gleaming with cleverly guised mischief at the look on his cousin's face. Then he smiled genially at Touru, whom he noticed had a particularly perplexed look on her face, and stood up from his seat.

            "I haven't worked in the garden as often of late, so I think I'll go do so now."

            And without another word, he turned around and walked calmly, as if nothing was bothering him, out of the dining area and into the kitchen, heading for the back door that led to the gardens outside. Twisting the knob on the wooden door, he pulled it open and stepped outside into the fresh air and bright sunshine, the songs of twittering birds hitting his sensitive ears. But as he stood there in nature's grandeur, his arousal was still demanding attention and thoughts of Kyou naked and moaning were still assaulting his imagination. That baka better have gotten the hint…

~TBC~

I would just like to note that Easter Vacation is coming up soon, in a week to be exact. So during that time I will try to catch up on my writing, but I can't make any promises as I can never seem to keep them long.