Torture Chamber

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By the next morning, Yuki found that K was almost as irritating to be around as Shuichi was. Which was saying a lot. Then again, he wasn't really used to having to put up with people except for his family and a few select others.

First, K had insisted on staying in Yuki's bedroom while he slept, so he got no sleep whatsoever. After that, he tried watching television, but they kept fighting over what to watch.

Breakfast would most likely be another headache waiting to happen.

K stood from the couch, quickly tying back his hair, which had gotten mussed from several hours of arguing and lounging. He was going soft, he thought with a suppressed yawn. One straight night up, and he felt ready to collapse. How long had it been since he'd been forced to pull 48 hours? Since he'd started with Bad Luck, at least... K pulled out his gun, made sure the safety was on, and poked Yuki in the shoulder with the barrel. "Breakfast. Shuichi told me to take care of you, and that includes making you eat. Get up."

Yuki shot him a look before pulling himself up and walking toward the kitchen. Get shot at or listen to K. He was starting to wonder if he would really mind getting shot.

He stood for a moment in front of the fridge before swinging it shut and walking toward the hallway closet. He opened the door and got out his coat and shoes.

K frowned, holstering his gun. "Where do you think you're going?"

"I'm out of eggs, miso, rice, chicken, pork, and…well everything. So I'm going to get some food. Yuki announced with a smirk, and then added, "Unless, of course, you'd like to eat baking soda for breakfast…"

K grabbed his shoes from the end of the couch, shoving them on. "Let's make this a quick trip. We can be in and out of the store in ten minutes and have everything we need for at least a week."

After grabbing his keys, Yuki harrumphed and walking outside while K was still putting on his shoes. He got to his car and pushed the unlock button on his key chain, making his car's lights blink and make a weird cheerup sound.

K stopped. "You're not driving. You could get into a car accident, and that would be a violation of Shuichi's rules. I'll drive."

One of the deadliest glares Yuki could muster suddenly popped onto his face. Not being allowed to drive his car? "No fucking way." He hissed, his eyes narrow.

"I'll fuck anyway I want to." K took a step towards Yuki, blue eyes cold and distant. "But we aren't talking about fucking. Give me the keys."

For a second, Yuki considered his options. K was about two inches taller than him. He had the big-guy American thing going. Hell, he had a gun! With the tiniest hint of defeat, he dropped the keys into K's hand.

"You hurt my car, and I don't care if you shoot me. I'll kill you." Yuki said, moving to the passenger's side.

"You could try." K stepped around the car, opening the drivers' side door.

For the first time since the night before, they didn't argue. Yuki decided that he didn't want yet another migraine so he did the same thing he did with Shuichi. He just stopped thinking about it and allowed it to happen.

He could hardly wait until Bad Lucks' tour in America was over.

It didn't take long for K to make it to the local market, find a parking space, and park. Likewise, it took even less time to get Yuki out of the car and behind a cart. "Let's go. Ten minutes and counting. Get what you need, not what you'd like."

Yuki's face stayed neutral. He didn't care. That's what he told himself. He didn't care one single bit.

Somehow, he got K to push the cart and since he only had ten minutes, he started grabbing several pounds worth of rice and some eggs, meat, milk, and some veggies and fruit.

At the checkout counter, he looked at K expectantly.

The American rolled his eyes, reaching into the back pocket of his rumpled pants and pulling out his wallet. "You owe me." He paid the clerk, "And so does Shuichi." He'd ignore ulterior motives, for the moment...

Yuki simply gave a small anything-but-innocent smirk before following the bag boy whom was pushing their cart back to the car.

"I'm simply letting you keep your promise, K. After all, if I starved to death, you would have failed in your job." He said, opening one of the back doors for the groceries to be put away. Like he'd let a bag boy touch his lovely Saab.

K grinned in a manner that spoke volumes about his mental state. "It's my job to keep you alive for a month, and you WILL be alive in a month."

The bag boy looked a bit frightened, most likely because K was wearing a gun holster, but perhaps it was the deadly looks Yuki was giving him as the brown paper bags looked a bit like they were scratching the leather interior.

However tempted he was to jump in the car and use the spare key beneath the drivers seat, he somehow went back into his neutral state. "Well then lets go before I die of hunger." Said Yuki, climbing back into the passengers seat.

K slid into the front seat, starting the car again. "You won't starve. Shut up and enjoy the ride."

Yuki had a feeling that he wouldn't really enjoy this ride.

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K finished washing the dishes, setting them out to air dry. The image of domesticity was perfect, completed with the apron worn over his gun holster. He watched Yuki for a moment, trying not to smirk as the author nearly fell asleep in his seat. He snuck a hand into his pocket, and started to pull out the cap gun when-

"I'm not asleep, stupid." Yuki grumbled, without lifting his head. He looked up a second after speaking. He looked exhausted, with dark circles under his eyes. The author looked exhausted.

Yuki yawned into his hand. "I'm going to make a deal with you." He said, trying to rub the sleepiness from his eyes.

K let the small toy gun drop back into his pocket, reaching behind him to untie the apron. "What's the deal?"

The author yawned again, a tear escaping his eye. "You've heard that people can get sick or die from no sleep, right?" Without waiting for K to answer, he went on, "Well I can't sleep if you're standing, sitting in my bed, or for the love of god lying in it."

Yuki took a second to drain the rest of the milk from his glass. "I would like to propose that I get you a chair right beside the door or perhaps since I can see you are tired as well, the cot from Shuichis' old room."

"No."

Yuki's eyebrows rose a bit in a relaxed-yet-surprised way. "You think I didn't notice how tired you looked this morning? Or how right now you got a raccoon look that is very similar to my own?" he asked, his face still set in a carefree-yet-tired expression.

K shrugged, "I won't slack on my job for a bit of sleep."

Yuki burst out laughing.

K raised an eyebrow, looking thoroughly unimpressed.

After a few second, Yuki wiped some tears from his eyes. He calmed down to the point where he was neutral again.

"I said something very similar to Shuichi once." Said Yuki, a little smirk on his face, "And he told me that he'd rather I become the worst novelist in the whole world than let me get sick from lack of sleep."

K shook his head; "I doubt you care enough to tell me to shove it up my ass. I'll take the chair, and I'll sit in the corner of the room. That's the only deal you'll get."

Yuki watched him for a second before nodding and going toward the living room to get one of the chairs. He dragged it into his bedroom and putting it in one corner of the room that was free.

"That work for you?" he asked, collapsing on the bed and almost immediately getting drowsy.

K nodded, having followed him into the room. He sat in the chair, his body more than relieved to be seated, despite the fact that the chair was more uncomfortable then... K shut down that thought, blinking rapidly in an attempt to keep himself awake.

Yuki was snoring away a few seconds after he received confirmation that K had found the conditions acceptable.

K rested his head against the wall, unable to stop himself as sleep stole over him.

For a moment, the both of them slept. But that didn't last long, seeing as how there were two things wrong that made Yuki wake up. First, he wasn't sleeping on his stomach. Second, he didn't have his favorite pillow.

He noted that K was sleeping, so he ducked out to the living room to grab his pillow. When he was walking back, he shivered at the chill of the dark apartment. He sighed, then went to the linen closet and grabbed one of the extra blankets.

Approaching his room, he started tiptoeing again and placed the pillow carefully on the bed while he started unfolding the blanket and deftly covered K with it. With a quick glance to see if the blanket would stay up, he lay down on his bed again.

K's eyes snapped open, and his hand went for his gun immediately. He looked around the room, and his eyes landed on Yuki. He glanced down at the blanket, then back at the author. His gun slid back into its holster easily, and he nodded at Yuki. "Thanks."

The only thing that answered him was a very loud snore.

K rubbed his eyes, and glanced at the floor. All in all, it looked more comfortable then the chair felt, and he'd feel vibrations through the boards if anyone entered the apartment. He nodded, standing from the chair and gripping the blanket to keep it up. He moved the chair three feet over, sat on the floor, leaning against the wall, and shut his eyes again. It wasn't as comfortable as a bed, or as warm as holding Judy or Michael while they slept, but it was an improvement.

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The Next Day

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Unfortunately, the next day didn't start like the day before ended. When Yuki got up to go to the bathroom that morning, he accidentally stepped on K's leg.

K was standing before he'd completed the waking up process, gun in hand and safety off.

Yuki was still in his sleep-mode and ended up poking the barrel of the gun being pointed at him. In a slightly creepy singsong voice, he said, "Good Moooooorning."

K fought the urge to shoot the author and save them both the humiliation, instead flicking the safety back on and storing the gun away. "Morning."

Rubbing sleep from his eyes, Yuki dropped his favorite pillow on his bed for later. When he was able to wake up, he'd make breakfast. When breakfast was over, it was time for work.

He seriously hoped that K wasn't planning on accompanying him into the bathroom.

K stretched, shifting his shoulders to readjust the gun holster. He paused, "We have an issue."

Yuki looked back at him, his eyes still half-closed. "What is it?" he asked, though when he did, it sounded like 'whut tiz it?'

"I need a shower, and I can't leave you alone."

That woke Yuki up.

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K met Yuki's disbelieving look with an impassive look of his own.

"What are you suggesting?" Yuki asked slowly, whatever sleepiness completely escaping him now.

K shrugged, his tone innocent. "You're going to need a shower too. Scouts Honor, I won't look."

Yuki could vaguely remember what a scout was. A little boy who sold cookies or something. "I don't have big showers. They probably wouldn't fit the both of us." Yuki argued, determined not to lose.

"Probably wouldn't. Think of it as a science project."

"Sc-sc-sc..." Yuki huffed, trying to understand exactly what was going on. Before he had a chance to question, he was being dragged to the nearest bathroom.

K shut the door, standing in front of it as Yuki stared at him. "Relax. I'm ma-." He stopped himself, "I'm not going to rape you. Leave your damn shorts on if it makes you feel better." K shrugged out of the shoulder holster, setting the holster and the gun down on the counter.

Once again, Yuki had to face the fact that he was not going to win. So he gave in and started removing his clothes. He unbuttoned the shirt he was wearing and then pulled off his boxers. "I'm not scared or anything." Yuki said, immediately regretting it since it made him sound afraid.

K just snorted, unbuttoning his shirt with easy movements. He let it drop onto the floor, unbuckling his belt without bothering to look up.

Yuki started the water. This shower wasn't that big. The probably of his was only a bit off. They were barely going to be able to fit. Why in the hell hadn't he gotten bigger showers?

K glanced at the shower, easing his pants down his hips. "You're right. That's pretty small. We'll still fit, though."

Yuki sighed. Thank god he was Japanese and was used to bathing with other men. He knew that such a thing, as bathhouses didn't exist in America. He stepped into the shower, quivering a bit at the hot water on his cool skin.

K finished undressing, stepping into the shower after Yuki. It was a tight fit, and his increasingly slick skin brushed Yuki's whenever he moved.

Yuki shuddered a bit and jumped slightly when his skin met K's. For some reason, it made a shock go up his spine, but he chose to ignore it.

K reached behind himself, finding the band that held his hair back and tugging. Nothing happened save for a bright blast of pain as the band caught in a tangle of hair. "Shit!"

Yuki listened to K's struggle for a second before he sighed and turned a bit. "If you do that, you'll rip all of your hair out. More importantly, you'd hit me in the process. Hold still." He instructed as he gently removed the band from K's blond locks.

K shook his hair out, shivering as the damp strands stuck to his back. "Thanks."

For an instant, Yuki found himself admiring the long blond tresses that went about to K's waist. After the instant passed, he quickly turned toward the shampoo and started to wash his hair. Make conversation or something. His brain yelled at him.

He recalled that Shuichi had mentioned K having been married to Judy Winchester and that they had a son. "So…how is your family?" Yuki asked, rubbing soap over his wet body.

K tensed, reaching for the soap. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" asked Yuki, rinsing out his hair so that a lavender scent filled the air and bubbles ran down his body, "Why not?"

K washed himself quickly, his arm brushing against Yuki's back. "They left."

Yuki knew he was treading in dark waters, but he couldn't stop himself. "Why did they leave?"

The explosion that proceeded wasn't the kind that blew down buildings, but the kind that left strong men bent and broken. "How in the hell should I know? Judy packed her bags, handed them to Ark, and took Michael! She took my son and I haven't seen them in weeks. If I knew where they'd gone, I wouldn't be here, and they wouldn't be there! She took my son, and I will get him back." The last, though it was said with the same conviction as everything else, was quiet. Final.

After a few seconds, Yuki turned slowly that he was facing K. "I'm sorry." He said, truth in each word, "I'm sure you will be able to get your son back."

K shook his head, leaning against the cold shower wall. "What's the point? Judy's not stupid... she won't stay in one place very long."

Yuki stared at him, not exactly used to seeing K like this. In the day before they'd always argued or something. He had to do something. Gently, he laid a hand down on K's arm. "You just said you would find him. So you will."

K shifted, flipping their positions so that Yuki was pressed into the wall. K watched him for a moment, then threw all restraints to the wind and leaned down, catching Yuki's lips in a kiss.

For a second, Yuki found himself frozen as a foreign pair of lips was being pressed onto his own. How should he respond? He couldn't exactly reject it, seeing as how he was enjoying it, so…he kissed back.

K parted Yuki's lips with his own, giving the author plenty of time to pull away if he wished to.

Instead, the author brought his arms around K's neck and pulled him closer. He opened his mouth willingly, allowing K to explore.

K hesitated for a split second, and then deepened the kiss, resting his hands on Yuki's slim hips.

Yuki licked K's bottom lip, silently begging him.

K pulled back enough to bite with surprising gentleness at Yuki's lower lip, "Be patient, or I'll really bite."

A moan escaped Yuki's throat. This only seemed to encourage K.

He shifted, leaning down to bite a trail down Yuki's neck, leaving a line of small red marks.

Yuki moaned more, loving every bite. He ran his hands through K's hair, his breathing becoming heavier and more like panting.

"Pl-please..."

"No." K smiled slightly against Yuki's skin, and he nipped his way down to the author's collarbone.

Yuki felt his knees wobbling a bit with the pleasure resounding throughout his body. He murmured incoherently as K continued his assault on hiss collarbone.

K pulled Yuki's earlobe into his mouth, scraping his teeth lightly over it. It was worth a shot... after all, a lot of people had sensitive ears...

A much louder moan came from deep from Yuki's throat and his back arched enough that he almost lost his footing. "K..." he whimpered, pressing closer.

K smirked, biting carefully at the soft skin in his mouth. His arm tightened around Yuki's waist, pulling him up against K's chest.

Breathing ever more ragged, Yuki clutched at K's broad shoulders. A red blush spread across his face and most of his body.

K released his ear, lips brushing against Yuki's neck as he spoke. "Why the blush?"

Yuki mumbled something unintelligible, his blush fading slightly.

K bit down on Yuki's neck then pulled back enough to speak. "You're going to have to say it again..."

Yuki's blush had faded to a faint pink color. "Ears…. Really sensitive. When someone bites them or…" he broke off, for some reason embarrassed.

K grinned, "Where else are you sensitive?"

Yuki breathed for a moment before answering, "Anywhere your lips touch."

"Just lips?" K quirked a brow, letting his hand slip a bit on Yuki's hip.

"Ah!" Yuki moaned loudly, his back arched again. His hands curled, finger's pressing into the slick skin on K's back.

He shivered, letting his hand drift around the place he knew Yuki wanted him to touch.

After a few seconds of unbearable waiting, Yuki took one of his hands from K's back and seized K's wrist, bringing it to where he wanted it most.

K gripped him, claiming his lips in another kiss.

A sigh could barely be heard as Yuki returned the kiss, trying to pull K closer. All thought vanished whatsoever from his mind as he bit gently at K's lower lip.

K made a noise in his throat and he began to move his hand on Yuki's length, Two days ago, he would have shot himself before imagining a situation like this. Now he was just glad to have occupied himself.

Yuki trembled a bit as K's hand moved over him. He didn't like being teased. He pushed his hips closer toward the hand that he all of a sudden appreciated very much. "Please…faster…" he mumbled.

K nipped at Yuki's jaw, his hand speeding up only a little. "Some things you'll have to do for yourself."

A tiny, silent pout before Yuki complied and moved his hips forward and back into K's hand. Sounds of pleasure came from somewhere deep in his throat, his eyes were half-lidded.

K jerked back as the water ran cold, his hand falling away from Yuki.

The cold water suddenly found its way to Yuki and upon meeting his skin he jumped, goosebumps covering his skin. He shivered and tried to move away from the cold water.

K turned, shutting off the cold water with a satisfied sigh.

Yuki stood less than a foot away from K, shivering at the cold. God, what a thing to have happen! He was unsure of what to do, so he moved forward and let his hand touch K's upper arm.

K tensed briefly, then turned, taking Yuki by the elbow and pulling him out of the shower.

Yuki obliged, but when he realized that they'd have to walk all the way to the bedroom to continue, he pulled K back. "No…I can't…wait…" he mumbled with pointed glance downward.

K suppressed a smile, "Be a big boy… You can make it. Or you can come on the rug."

With a lustful expression, Yuki took one step forward and sprung forward, knocking K on the floor. "I'll throw the damn rug away." He said, catching K's lips.

K growled softly, rolling over and pinning Yuki down. "I don't care."

Yuki pulled his head up a bit, despite the fact that K's powerful grip was holding him down, to meet the lips that were above him.

K brushed his lips over Yuki's, trailing his mouth down the author's neck to gently bite the other man's nipples.

Crying out, Yuki broke back into rasping breath. While K was preoccupied, Yuki knocked one of his elbows so that he would fall. He wrapped his one free arm round K again, his fingers pressing into his back.

K fell chest to chest with Yuki, taking a deep breath to calm the sudden adrenaline rush. "Don't do that again." He glared down at the man beneath him, repositioning himself.

Yuki gave the best innocent look he could, despite the fact that he wasn't exactly in character in doing so. "You didn't seem to mind." He said, pulling him back down with his free hand.

"That's not the point…" K ground his hips into Yuki's.

"No, but I can feel your "gun" pressing into my leg." Yuki murmured, bringing the other man closer for another kiss.

"Careful… I might shoot you…" K's voice was soft, almost husky, lips brushing against Yuki's before he let Yuki kiss him.

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Yuki's breath slowed until it went back to its normal pace. In a soft, almost inaudible voice, he murmured, "K…" and wrapped his arms around K's neck.

K shifted, looking up at Yuki without raising his head. "What?" He bit the inside of his cheek harshly. Judy had used that kind of voice whenever they had finished making love…

The only thing that answered him was the low rumbles of Yuki's steady breathing. He was asleep again, worn from their exercise.

Yawning, K shut his eyes, letting sleep take him over once more.

TBC

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