Disclaimer: …Entertain moi, please. Allow me to live in this deluded dream that I OWN KUROGANE AND FAI. But alas, no. You won't gimme that pleasure, will you…?

:Mysterious appearance from nowhere: Haaaaaaaaaaaaaa-POKU!

Hi again, mina-pi! Half-Light here, pleased to announce the second story in NAKFOC! Woot!

Not many people have reviewed for my story, but I'm very happy with the way it came out, nya. People are very kind! I'd just like to take a moment to thank those that took the time to review my piece thus far:

Hayai Akurei: Yeah, they all need love and affection, don't they? And as for Kuro-pon…I did have a feeling that he, too, has demons, but he's not willing to show it. That's how I think Fai could help him…or mebbe not. Perhaps he'll open up because he needs to protect Fai…I unno. Thank you for your kind review, though.

Hikari Kaitou: Ooops…./;;. It was all supposed to be from Fai's POV. Demo, I am glad you liked it! Doumo arigatou gozaimasu!

Ms. Fronkensteen: Arigatou! Kawaii desu nee!

Marron-chan1: I think that the reason that Kurogane is so "in-perspective" here is because it's not told from his point of view. I have a feeling I'd botch this very very very very very very badly if it were told from his perspective and I had my 'druthers. But thank you!

Daisukeangel42: Tank-u for your review!

Good! Got that out of the way, nyaa! This chapter shall hopefully be a bit more lighthearted than the last one; I don't know how it'll turn out, though. I can write comedy, but not as well as I can write drama or seriousness.

Recently, however, I was at the community forum, "The Ninja and the Wizard," and I saw a topic that asked why 75 of the stories here were about Kuro-pon and Fai-kun. Gah! Is that even necessary? There is definitely chemistry between these two. It's the potential that we reach for; the dizzying downward spiral after a kiss, the climb of pleasure in their intimacy. The fact is, I do believe these two were created for one another, truly. It really wouldn't be TRC if one were there without the other.

Ah, but I ramble, nyaa. On with the story!

Not Another KuroFai Oneshot Column!

By her Highness Royale Half-Light

Movement the Second: Just a Pinch

It was a combination of instinct and surprise that caused him to tilt his head sideways as a curse and a chair came flying at his head. Wizard came out undamaged, unfortunately, though the wall did get a rather nice dent.

"You're aim was a little off, Kuro-chan."

"I've told you not to call me that!"

"Kyaaaaa…." Out came the innocent smile as the lanky Fai draped himself over the examination bench. Kurogane made himself comfortable at the edge of said bench; it was positioned in the upper right hand corner, and Kurogane gave one the impression he would very much like to sink into the walls with his fiery eyes narrowed dangerously at the mage. Fai almost let a laugh slip. Almost.

"It's very hard for Isha-sensei to do his job if you're chucking large objects at his head from across the room."

"Tch. Just let him try and come near me again with that thing." Large, pawlike hands clenched and unclenched; clearly longing for their sword, Fai noticed, yet quite willing to fight tooth and nail to keep the good doctor from coming anywhere near him.

"It's called a—"

"I know what it's called, damn wizard," he growled. "And I don't fucking want it."

"It's got to happen sooner or later. This world requires it if we want to get employed." The wizard slithered—there was no other appropriate word for the stretch, the slow way his body moved, like a slinkey—atop the bench. Kurogane was now pressed tightly against the wall, as though wanting to become a part of it.

This time Fai couldn't repress his chuckle, or the mirth that twinkled in his eye. "You're making such a big deal out of nothing, Kuropiko."

"The fuck I am." His mouth appeared to be moving on its own now, much faster than his brain; Fai could contentedly see it in the way Kurogane's eyes darkened, the way his cheeks turned just a little pink as Fai stretched his lithe body out flat on the table, his head resting on Kurogane's scrunched-up knees. The dark gave way to light again as Kuro-tan seemed to realize just what Fai was doing.

"Wh—what the fu—GET OFF OF M—"

It happened so fast. In a single moment, Fai had vaulted over those knees, landing in between the torso and the thighs easily so that he straddled the ninja. The smile was still there, still the same, sugar-coated sweetness and naivete—but his eyes told a much different story as he took the large wrist and pressed his lips against it and his breath hissed in as he felt teeth working away at that pulse of his and oh god these images in his head—

"It's just like that, Kuro-pon," he muttered darkly, but still good-humoredly, as his lips and teeth grazed down to the crook of the elbow. "Sakura and Syaoran have both had it. I've had it. And now, Kuro-chan, it's your turn." And now his lips graced the biceps, licked the little valleys his muscles made, moved his hands underneath the black tank top to play with the sensetive, ticklish section of abdomen just above his jean's clasp.

And Kurogane suddenly found it very very very hard to breathe.

"Fa—"

And his own lips were sealed with a kiss—Fai's kiss, to be more precise, and whatever resistance he'd had within himself was dying rather quickly and being replaced with—no, not thoughts. This bone-melting, earth-shattering kiss obliterated thought. It was utter languor that filled his muscles and the petal-soft feeling of Fai's lips on his that caused him to gasp for breath, pausing a moment to take a breath before re-tilting and pressing up again, his mouth open and willing for plunder.

A sliver of red cracked open a little and through the roaring that was his blood it occurred to him he would like nothing more than to touch, to grip, to pull the white flesh and the blonde hair that was Fai. His hands were moving before the thought even occurred to him, only to be held down by Fai's own black-gloved hands.

Kurogane broke the kiss and growled. "You trying to goddam kill me, idiot?" he asked breathily, his forehead touching Fai's.

Fai didn't answer, only looked to his right away from Kurogane and tilted his head left before swallowing those lips again and playing with Kurogane's upper lip with his teeth, tugging away and pushing back in, nibbling and biting and oh it just felt so damn goo—

"GAAAAAAAAH!"

A jerk and a shove later, Fai was on his butt on the floor. But oh, the damage was done—there was the doctor, disposing of his needle and syringe, looking at the two as though they had suddenly ripped off their own ears and eaten them. "Thank you, erm…Fai-san."

"A pleasure, Rodart-sensei. Ow, Kuro-pon, watch your strength…."

"You…you…YOU FUCKING SET ME UP, YOU GODDAMN WIZARD!"

Up came the unicorns and candy smile. "For such a battle-hardened ninja, Kuro-rin, you certainly make such a fuss over just a little pinch." And he turned to leave.

Kurogane wasn't even aware he was watching the mage's ass as he walked through the open door, closing it behind him. He wasn't even aware of how much he wanted all of him now, how every fiber of his being would not rest until sated.

All he knew was that he had thought of exactly twenty-three new ways to kill the mage as he cursed—once again—and threw yet another chair at the door.

Considering that half of the story consisted of them making out, I think that went rather well, wootcha. I know it's out of Kurogane's personality to be pervy—at least I think so—so I just had it unconsciously take hold of him. Cause we all know what a bad case of denial he has.

I think I'm getting back into the swingo things, peoplz. For those of you who like my stories, please check out my deviantart page at penarddum. I have several choice pieces of KuroFai fandom there, onegai!

Sooooo…if you love it, hate it, want to eat it, or just think that I'm just SO damn sexy, REVIEW! Okay, mandatory pollwhoring out of my system now. Jaaaaaaaa!

Half-Light