Author's Notes: Okay... time to up the rating on this puppy! WARNING: Heavy smut... I tried to pretty itout with words, and I think I tried uploading this already... I suppose it won't let me, and if it doesn't, I'll link (if I ever get an account there...didn't think I'd need to...)And now, with this third and last chapter, the whole point of "If You Are Happy"... some nice, old-fashioned, carefully crafted lemon... I don't know if they allow that, but at least it isn't straight-out lemon... I tried to make the language used beautiful and the image not so.... raw... know what I mean? So I won't get booted off the website for writing schmuck. What am I, chopped liver? Muahaha!!

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"Luciola, you make such a funny face when I come in! Why?" The young man, Deeo, plunked down next to his friend on the mat, stretching his arms out before he bullied his friend into laying down, while he sat on his stomach.

"I don't know, I-I--" The boy coughed, shoving at him, but never complaining that he couldn't breathe. He closed his eyes finally, and exhaled.

"Luciola? Luciola!! Wake up!!" He slid off like a seal from the beach and pressed himself against his side. He patted his cheeks, stroked his hair, then pinched his arm. "Please... don't die!"

He finally executed the kiss of life. He pinched his nose shut and parted his lips, pressing his mouth against his. His mouth felt cool and soft and unblemished, tasting like mint and chocolate, and deeper inside where his tongue went, he was warm. He felt a flicker of movement, but forced himself to keep kissing him. It may have been the only way to revive him! He'd seen many of his fellow Guilders doing so when someone had fallen unconscious.

Please wake up, please, please...

Finally he felt his mouth stirring, tightening. Drawing on his own kisses, making them a little deeper. It was awkward, two young men kissing on the floor of Deeo's playroom. He pulled back, blinking with absurd curiousity as the unfamiliar sensation of the kiss. He smiled though, because Luciola was staring at him in wonderment, his mouth beginning to curve upward in that not-too-familiar semblance of a smile himself.

"Sorry 'bout squishing ya," he said, poking him in the stomach. "I won't do that again, okay, Luciola?"

Luciola nodded and continued to smile for the next five minutes.

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After the battle, Luciola and Deeo staggered from their vanships feeling a little exhausted and rather sweaty. Deeo hurried over to Luciola, after having remembered that strange time when Luciola 'passed out', and Deeo kissed him to bring him back.

"Luciola!" He latched onto his arm, startling the other Guilder out of his thoughts. A secret, sensuous smile curved the young man's lips. "Was it as good for you as it was for me?"

Luciola blushed, but otherwise offered no smiles. He pushed him away. "Master Deeo, I don't feel like talking."

"Why not?" Deeo was hurt. Suddenly he was desperate for his acceptance. Was it anger? Was he mad that he tried to get him to smile? "Luciola, didn't you have fun killing those baddies? They were just challenging enough to be fun, weren't they?"

Luciola broke free of him and continued walking down the hallways without him, into the locker room alone. Deeo struggled past civilians and pilots to go after him. His desperate cries went unheard underneath the terrible cacophony of voices, cheerful and happy to have blown off some steam. Squirming through warm human bodies like some sick maze of living flesh, it was difficult finding Luciola in it all. He couldn't even use his powers to get to his mind. He wasn't that powerful!

"Luciola!!" he broke free, fell against the wall, and sprinted toward their room. He burst into it... only to find it empty. His jaw dropped in disbelief. Where could Luciola have gone!?

His emotions began to get beyond his ability to control. He trembled, his lip quivered, and his bright blue eyes filled with tears. A strangled sound like someone gargling with water came out of him, before he sat down on the floor and cried, wiping his eyes repeatedly like someone who couldn't stand the fact of ruining his make-up. He didn't hear the soft footsteps of another as he entered, crouching behind him, until he felt another hand stroking up and down the middle of his back against his spine.

"Shut the door," Deeo croaked, hiding himself. He heard a dull metal clank and then Luciola drifted down beside him like an angelic figure from human legend. "Now just hold onto me, 'kay?"

Luciola slipped his arms around him and pulled him onto his legs and pressed his lips to his face, over and over, like making sure his stamp of affection was very clear. Deeo cried; Luciola comforted. He knew his master was afraid (of Delphine, O' lamentable discord, that despicable woman!), and he promised himself he wouldn't let anything bad happen to Deeo. Death would be an agreeable option if it came between himself and protecting Deeo Eraclair. (Author's Note: Spelling error, maybe?)

When his shoulder and sleeve were positively soaked, Deeo finally ceased his sniffles and looked up at his friend. Luciola looked at him, not sure what he could do, what he should be doing.

"Tell me what to do," he whispered hoarsely, wiping his mouth. "For pity's sake, Deeo, tell me what I can do."

"Do what you can," said Deeo; "to take my fear away." Then he closed his eyes, clasping his hands in his lap, feeling Luciola's breath fairly gasp against his hair and his hands gently take hold of the zipper of his uniform and bring it down.

Between removing clothing and kissing, Luciola had picked up Deeo and placed him neatly on one of their bunks, their hands together at one moment, and traveling the next to keep the emotions flowing. Luciola's desire burned and would have bet his soul that nothing could have cooled it down, having Deeo so blatantly offering himself. But he was doing this not only for himself, but for Deeo - had he not asked him to do it specifically to take away his terrors?

To note, Deeo's skin felt like caressing water. It was smooth and cool, and responded with an uncanny quickening, and when he bled from biting his lip too hard, Luciola thought it tasted like wine when he kissed him, and licked away the fluid until there was no more - until Deeo bit his tongue and offered more. But Luciola was not a blood-drinker, and bent to his throat, kissing and teasing the flesh, making it blush with each suck and pull of his teeth, and Deeo moaned to him, squirming and wrapping his sculpted, sinuous legs around his waist.

Being inside him was a pulsating whiteness like floating in darkness and holding onto a precious gem of light, its pulse spelling out one's existence with each passionate burst of screaming testament, "I am alive! I am alive! I am alive!!" It was like that with Deeo - his voice rising to his ears in small, mewling whimpers of pleasure, his body wrapping itself around Luciola as much as he tried to push deeper into him, in search of something exquisite - that hidden place, that unspoken treasure--

And there it was, and Deeo screamed out his name, his hair whipped back as he tightened his grip on Luke's shoulders, sweat dripping down from his temples and against the pillow. Luciola's flesh felt like it was on fire, but inside was cool, paralyzing pleasure, spilling from his loins throughout his legs and his chest.

While the effects faded, Deeo stroked Luciola's face, tugging on a piece of his hair with an impish smile. "Luciola," he mumbled. "Your face..."

"What's wrong with it?" Luciola peered down, then rolled off to the side, pulling him close to him.

Deeo shook his head, sighing happily. "You're smiling!"