Kurai: *enters wearing a very formal male kimono and sits* Hello! On behalf of Shuuichi Minamino-chan, I want to take a moment to thank Ragemoon, Legolassie Kyo(na) Leonhart, 'No on in particular' and Wind Dasher for all of their nice and encouraging reviews, and for being so patient with Shuuichi Minamino-chan as she takes her time writing every chapter. (She hates to rush them because she doesn't want to leave you feeling disappointed.) *bows* Doomo arigato!

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Iori lazily trailed his eyes down along the trembling figure he had easily pinned up against the wall of his apartment. It had been easy; too easy to get what he wanted…what he desired nothing more in the world. The tall redhead purred as he nuzzled his captive's neck, placing gentle love bites down one shoulder as he trailed his large hands down the front of a lean chest and washboard abs. The body beneath his arched into Iori suddenly as one of his hands brushed against a naked arousal, letting out a strangled moan.

"Say it," Iori murmured into his captive's ear, tracing the delicate shell with the tip of his tongue. He wrapped long fingers around the boy's arousal, earning another sharp gasp, and pressed his thumb against the tip of the head, rubbing in slow circles. "Say it. You'll get want you want as soon as I get what I want."

Dark brown hair swayed across Iori's shoulder as Kyo tossed his head as pleasure overwhelmed his senses.

Iori drew on his free hand down the side of Kyo's body and cupped his balls, giving one a firm squeeze; automatically the boy placed one over his hands over Iori's and pressed it harder.

"Please," came a breathy request.

Iori responded by planting a kiss against the arch of the neck as he drew his captive away from the wall and down to the floor, placing him in Iori's lap. Iori placed two fingers against the boy's mouth and released a soft hiss as a hot, wet tongue pulled them into the boy's mouth. Iori rested his head on the other's shoulder and closed his eyes, feeling that tongue dance around his two digits, teeth softly nibbling on his knuckles and finger pads.

He pulled his two digits out once they were drenched and pressed them against Kyo's tight ring. Gently and slowly he worked them in. Kyo spread his legs wider and settled them on either side of Iori's legs to make it easy for the tall redhead to work. Iori removed all but one digit and slid it in future. His finger pad rubbed across a nub and Kyo gave a startled scream.

"Like that, didn't you?" Iori smirked.

Kyo gasped and leaned heavily into Iori. "Oh! Oh…do that again…please…"

The redhead didn't comply with the request and withdrew his finger. That earned him a little whine and Iori silenced him with a deep, tender kiss. Kyo gave a sigh in his throat as he combed a hand through Iori's hair, enjoying the kiss tremendously as Iori thoroughly explored the other's mouth with his tongue. He slowly broke the kiss and liquid chocolate gazed up at him beneath long lashes, nuzzling the underside of his neck.

Iori spat in his hand and coated his arousal with natural lubricant before pulling the boy back over his lap. The tip of his head found the boy's entrance and, using the force of gravity to help, slowly sheathed himself into Kyo. The other squirmed in Iori's lap, trying to get the redhead to move. Iori held the boy by his hips firmly because if he moved now he would hurt him and Iori didn't want that to happen.

Kyo on top of him had other plans; the head of Iori's arousal was pressing right into his prostate, sending streams of pleasure coursing throughout his senses.

"Please…do it…feels so good…need you so much…"

Iori hissed through clenched teeth as the tone behind the request made him even harder. He moved once, twice, finding a rhythm before steadily thrusting up into his lover. He slid his left hand up from the boy's hips, up along his chest until his fingers brushed against the boy's lips. Kyo kissed the digits, and tossed his head back against Iori's shoulder as he felt a very nice and hard thrust strike his prostate. Iori held Kyo to him, feeling his moans against his hand. Kyo placed his hands over Iori's as their pace increased; Iori placed his mouth over the pulse spot on the boy's neck sucking in tune with the boy's rapid heartbeat until they reach the moment of climax…

Iori's eyes snapped open and arched upwards as his intense climax tore throughout him. Once the moment ended, Iori fell back into his bed, breathing hard. Slowly his sense came back to him and he sat up on his elbows. The redhead looked around the darkness of his bedroom and realized that the entire episode had been a dream. Iori cursed under his breath; this had been the third night this week he had dreamt of Kusagani, but this one had been more intense then his pervious ones.

Feeling wide awake, sweaty, sticky and somewhat irritated, Iori rolled out of bed, stripped off the sheets and tossed his linen into a hamper before heading into the bathroom to shower (he didn't have to worry about washing any pajamas since he slept in the nude). After washing up, Iori pulled of a pair of black slacks and a white shirt before venturing into the kitchen. His almost empty fridge told him that he needed to go grocery shopping (something else he wasn't looking forward besides making a trip to the laundry mat), but at least he had the makings for a cup of tea. He rummaged through his cabinets and (praise to God) found one remaining energy bar.

'A cup of tea and an energy bar; not exactly a very fit breakfast, but at least it's something,' Iori thought to himself.

Grabbing his keys and wallet, Iori would first make a stop at a grocery store.

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Kyo ventured up and down of a food market trying to locate the ingredients for a dish that would be really, really spicy. Meredith (Kurai's aunt) had finally laid her cluster of dragon eggs and Kurai's parents had invited him over for a celebration. Apparently Kurai's aunt had been trying for years to lay a cluster of eggs that, until now, had been difficult. And since Kyo knew that Meredith loved spicy foods, he wanted to make the new mother something special to eat.

Kyo spotted a particular spice that he needed and dropped the package into his shopping basket.

Shopping and preparing the dish, while listening to T.A.T.U., would be a welcomed distraction to help Kyo take his mind off the steamy wet dream he had last night staring his enemy since birth Yagami Iori. Three nights this week he'd experience some very intense dreams, but last night had made the pervious ones seem like foreplay! And over Yagami Iori of all people!

"Why is this happening to me?" Kyo moaned in a pained tone.

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Iori paused abruptly as he made a grab for a box of cereal when he spotted Kyo's backside down the same aisle. The younger fighter was wearing a form fitting, beige tee shirt, a pair of black wrap-around sunglasses crowning the top of his head and a pair of tight cocoa colored cargos giving Iori a perfect view of Kyo's butt when the brunette bent over to grab something. He heard Kyo murmured something to himself then releasing a little moan that sound similar to the ones Kyo made during his dream last night. Immediately the urge to walk over, pull Kyo against his own form and claim his mouth for a deep and long kiss overwhelmed the tall fighter. The other fighter remained unaware of Iori's presence due to a pair of wrap-around headphones and the group T.A.T.U. tuned only loud enough that it drained out any other surrounding sound in the store.

Kyo tapped a finger against him bottom lip trying to decided over what kind of meat he should use in the dish; either chicken or beef could be used in the recipe when a arm reached over his shoulder to grab a canned good off the shelf. Startled momentarily, Kyo quickly turned around as to move out of the shopper's way when he saw that it was Iori. Due to how close the taller fighter stood thoughts of being pinned helplessly underneath Yagami's form and then reduced to a bundle of heightened sensations under his pleasurable touch floated back into Kyo's mind…

Unable to prevent it from happening, Kyo felt his face flush at how they were so close that he could actually feel the heat radiating off of the taller fighter's body.

"Kusanagi," Iori greeted, tossing the canned good into his cart, not taking his eyes off the smaller form.

"Yamagi," Kyo acknowledged back. He scooted over to his right. "Excuse me."

Iori rested an arm on one of the aisle's shelves preventing Kyo from retreating towards that direction and stared down at him.

'If he's trying to intimidate me, he's gonna fail,' Kyo thought, returning Iori's stare, thinking that the taller fighter was challenging him somehow. Why and in public, Kyo didn't know.

It wasn't until a few moments later Kyo realized that they were drawing a crowd and how the scene looked to the small crowd; either it was staring contest or one was waiting for the other to kiss him.

Kyo snorted clicked the PLAY button on his portable CD player. "Aren't we a little grown up for childish staring games, Yamagi?"

Iori said nothing as he watched Kyo (predatorily?) walk over to the check out counter.

Hidden behind a candy stand stood two figures; one belonging to Kurai and the other was a woman in her mid thirties with long thick, black hair worn in a upside down French plait with a bun, a fair ivory complexion and chocolate-brown eyes. She wore a violet kimono with a pine tree scenery motif, split-toe socks and a pair of wooden geta.

"I see. So that's the pair you've been trying to get together as a couple, ne?" asked the woman.

"Yes, Momma," Kurai replied.

"Oh, I think they would make a wonderful pair!" Kurai's mother said. "Plus, not only are they fitted for each other, their joining would end that stupid blood feud their fathers sired them for."

"My thoughts exactly, Momma," Kurai said.

"I guess we should get going; you need to be at your place before your roommate comes home and I need to return to the island before your father wakes up," Kurai's mother said. She quickly pressed to fingers against Kurai's mouth once she saw that look on her son's face. "And please keep all perverted compliments to yourself."

Kurai smirked. "That's like the pot calling the kettle black. At least I'm not the one with a large lizard kink."

"At least I'm not the one dating a fourteen-year-old fighter," Kurai's mother retorted with a smirk of triumphant.

"You make it sound like I'm sleeping with Chris, which is not the case! I'm waiting for him to turn eighteen thank you very much," Kurai retorted back.

His mother smiled and said nothing as they left the store.

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Kurai: *reads the fifth chapter* Seems kind of short.

Shuuichi Minamino: Well, I do have things to do this evening like clean my room, and then I wanna watch 'Spirited Away' again.

Kurai: Ooo, that's a good movie. I may join you.