Cye smacked his lips, vaguely aware of how they stuck together. He groaned, his throat sore and his mouth dry. It felt like an oven in his mouth, in his head, a burning sensation that couldn't seem to be quashed by his slowly returning salvia. He was also naked, which should have cooled him down if he wasn't being smothered. There was this thing laying on him, its arms and half of its chest flattening him face down into the bed. He thought about opening his eyes and throwing the beast off of him, but the moment tried to lift himself, his body felt like it was spinning downward in an uncontrollable spiral. Shutting his eyes tightly, he sighed, trying to flash back to what happened last night. He remembered beer, a lot of beer, more than he usually drank. He also remembered Ryo being there and much snogging, but beyond that was a blur. He guessed the body on him must be Ryo… maybe? There was someone else there last night… Rowen? Oh yeah Rowen.

He shifted slightly, pushing on the body with his free elbow. There was a grunt from it, but instead of moving off it slipped an arm tightly around Cye's waist, pulling him closer. "Bloody 'ell." Cye hissed.

"Am I botherin' ya, Cye?" Came a mumble, half awake and sounding still drunk.

"Slightly."

"But," the body protested, gliding its lips on his back, kissing the indents of his spine, "ya're nice and warm. And tasty. So tasty." There was a soft noise, like a cross between a groan and a gasp.

"I'll go make ya breakfast." The Brit whispered, hoping to appeal to the eternal laziness of the Ronin armors.

"Ummm…." He seemed to be seriously debating this. "Naw. Stay here with me." A soft purr and shifts of bodies and Rowen was soon spooning his captive, lips now at the nape of Cye's neck. "I must say Cye, I nevah knew ya could bend like that. I am quite curious about your comment last night, my favorite metaphor that slipped from that tasty mouth of yours."

Those blasted metaphors. That section of the English language was the reason his head was spinning and he was tied down to this spot on the bed. No wonder he hated English class in school, it must have been a premonition to this night. "My comment?" Cye whispered, wondering what exactly had gone on.

"Yes, yes. We will have ta try it sometime, when I can walk again." Rowen paused for a second. "Which won't be for a few days."

"What did I say?"

"'Bout how sex like humans is good, but sex like dolphins is bettah."

"Like dolphins?" Cye was blank for what he could have possibly meant by that comment.

"Oh yes, swimmin' 'round in the water. I figured I could rent an air tank and we can go swim in the ocean, fuckin' like dolphins."

The image of the two of them, swimming around in the water, flicking the legs together like dolphin tails, stopping every now and then for a good fuck seemed like the final piece of the puzzle. From being hit on the head with a baseball, to comments about Sage, to being tackled by Rowen, then tickled mercilessly, being completely smashed—and god knows what else happened last night—to fucking like dolphins. Cye had come to the conclusion right then and there to avoid talking to Rowen for a while. The boy was crazy.

"As anybody told you that you were probably dropped on yer head when you were a baby?"

"Yeah, my mom. She admitted when I was about three months I slipped out of hah hands and bam! Right onto the tile floor in the kitchen." A soft snicker landed warm breath on the back of Cye's neck.

"No wonder yer parents are so proud of you."

"I can still do bettah metaphors than ya."

Cye groaned. "I don't think so, Rowen."

"I thought up a good one last night. I figured I'd wait ta tell ya." He laughed again, flicking his tongue on Cye's back. "I didn't think ya would remembah much the next mornin' and I wanted ya ta remembah this."

"Oh thank gawd I don't rememba." Cye mumbled in a tone he thought was quiet enough for Rowen not to hear but a sharp punch to the middle of his back told him otherwise.

"Do ya wanna hear my metaphor?"

"Do I have much of a choice?"

"No." Rowen replied flatly.

"Well then sure, tell me yer blessed metaphor." Cye also concluded right there to do something to get back at the English language for this. He wasn't sure how but throwing a few of Rowen's favorite books into the ocean sounded like a good start.

"Like a sacrificial lamb, Cye laid down on the bed, waiting for the demise that was sure ta come at the hands of the God-like figure named Rowen."

There was a pause as the Brit whirled the words around his mind.

"Isn't that a simile?" He whispered and was promptly smacked with a pillow.

(The End)

So I decided on the 'Morning After' ending. I always feel like I lack being able to write sex scenes well enough to convey everything, so it seemed better to avoid that, at least for right now. I put this as chapter two so if i feel adventurous (or someone else does) a chapter can be slipped in between with a nice description of Rowen's romp through Cye Land.

Always a work in progress (: