this is in response to Lokogato-sama's fic challenge to write something that had the words 'chocolate', 'park bench', and 'wild abandon' in it. This was really hard! But I always like a good challenge :)

"Go away." Kazahaya buried his head under his pillow as Rikuo entered the room. Rikuo raised an eyebrow.

"It's my room too, you know."

"So? Go away."

Rikuo smirked slightly, leaning down close to Kazahaya's neck, which was the only part of his head in view.

"Is the kitty sulking?" we whispered.

"WHAT THE HECK! I AM NOT SULKING!" Kazahaya shot up, barely missing Rikuo's nose, and flung his pillow at the big oaf's head. Afore mentioned 'big oaf' expertly caught the pillow. Kazahaya glared.

"Oh good. Then you won't need this chocolate I brought you." Rikuo smirked and waved the enticing treat in front of Kazahaya.

"I don't even like chocolate." Kazahaya shot back, crossing his arms defiantly.

Rikuo shrugged.

"You seemed to like it quite a lot when you were writhing on top of me." He muttered.

"I WAS NOT WRITHING, YOU PERVERTED FREAK!" Kazahaya shouted, waving his arms wildly.

He stepped forward to shake his fist menacingly in Rikuo's face…… and promptly fell forward with an undignified "wahhh!"

Rikuo grabbed his arms to keep him from falling, unconsciously pulling the smaller boy towards him.

Kazahaya stared up at him silently for a moment, his pale eyes wide.

"I don't mind you writhing." Rikuo whispered into his ear. Kazahaya shivered from the closeness of the other boy and the warm breath on his ear.

Rikuo nipped his ear slightly before moving down, sucking on Kazahaya's neck. Kazahaya closed his eyes and let Rikuo do what he pleased, surprised to find that it felt…good?

Yes. Good. Very good.

Rikuo laid him on the bed and began quickly lifting Kazahaya's sweater. He was pleasantly surprised when Kazahaya reached down and grabbed his face, claiming his lips. Kazahaya's slim fingers where shaking to show how nervous he really was, but Rikuo ignored it.

"I can writhe if you want." Kazahaya said breathlessly, wild abandon of all reason shining in his eyes.

To Rikuo, that was permission to do whatever he wanted with the boy. The last thing he thought was that he would kill Kakei if he came in just now……

And then it was all writhing Kazahaya.

-------Later----

"Why are we sitting here?" kazahaya asked for the 25,678,087,4800th time, kicking the poor park bench impatiently. Rikuo wondered briefly if that was even possible, before sighing heavily.

"Because," he said slowly, as if talking to a child, "you were a dummy and accepted Kakei's job before you even knew what it was."

Just shows what a great parent he's going to be.

"I AM NOT A DUMMY!" kazahaya shrieked. The wind from those impossibly huge lungs practically blew rikuo over.

"Yes you are." Rikuo stated simply.

"WHY, YOU--" kazahaya started, but was swiftly cut off by Rikuo's lips on his.

Rikuo quite liked this new way of shutting the boy up…

I kept wanting to write 'Rikuo smiled' but then I realized that he doesn't smile. He smirks or schemes.

And what colour are Kazahaya's eyes! Everyone says green, but they look gold to me! But then again, I may be colour blind.

Anyways, to things to get to:

First, I have a challenge for you! Write a fic of any length involving tissue boxes, ink, and manila folders about Kakei and Saiga (those are the operative words there: about Kakei and Saiga) have fun guys!

And our reviewing story of the day:

Once there was an authoress named a Maggie. She was bored and wrote many crappy fics. But what really made her happy was when people reviewed. She loved all the people who reviewed her stories, and hugged them insanely. But one day, people stopped reviewing. So she lit a box of tissues on fire and did a ritual dance to get people to review.

So review. The power of the tissues compels you. Flames will only fuel my madness.