Chapter 5: End
"Hnnn . . . " Kazahaya groaned as his eyes flickered open. He heard the shower going on in the other room. His numb body tried to get up as he heard the light squeaking noises of the bathroom knob turn off. A few minutes afterwards, he saw Rikuo walking out with a long sleeved white shirt and a pair of black pants. He had a towel around his neck and his black hair was plastered tightly to his neck.
"You all right?" he asked as he pulled off the towel and laid down next to him. "You were passed out when I saw you."
"Yeah, I think I'm fine." Kudo turned over to his side to face him. "Thanks for saving me . . . again." A small flush peeked onto his cheeks as he said those words. Being saved yet again made him embarrassed.
"You could repay my thanks." Rikuo smiled devilishly as he spoke those words. It made Kazahaya blush darker, showing he already had first thoughts about it.
"Good evening boys." Kakei said as he walked in and took a seat in front of the bed. "I'll assure you that you earned your money. I'll throw in movie tickets because you had to do a little more extra than we originally planed."
"Yes!" Kazahaya screamed in joy. Yet another hard earned payment was coming to him within a matter of days along with a movie ticket.
"Well that's all. I'll leave you two for now." He said and stood up then walked out with Saiga following him shortly behind him like an obedient dog.
"Have fun, you two!" Saiga shouted teasingly before walking out of the room with Kakei.
Kazahaya shoved his face in the pillow to hide his terribly red cheeks. Once he was sure that they were both gone, he asked, "Now, what was it that you wanted for me to do to repay your thanks?"
Rikuo pulled his face away from the pillow with his hand. He pressed his lips softly, but Kazahaya quickly deepened their kiss. His arms went about his waist and Kazahaya's wrapped around his neck. Both their eyes fell closed as they got lost in the kiss once more. This one seemed to last forever.
Riku . . . I want it to stay this way forever . . . this is what I want . . . what is precious to us both.