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"Come back some time," the older man intoned. "It was fun."
"Yah, sure." Kyo mumbled, scuffing his shoes nervously against the pavement. "Thanks… for the tea." With that, he rushed hurriedly towards the train station. There were too many thoughts competing for dominance in his mind and he didn't want to look the fool.
"Mmm…" Ayame sighed, shaking his head. "I haven't felt like that in years." He raised an eyebrow thoughtfully. The boy excited many emotions within him that had long been dormant. Emotions he hadn't known he could ever feel again. "Could be fun." He thought aloud.
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It had been more than a week since Kyo's sudden and unexpected visit, but he hadn't been back. In fact, nothing of note had happened. Ayame lay on his back on the showroom floor, blowing boredly at the feathers on a crimson boa.
"Boss… don't you want to sew anything today?" Mine asked tentatively.
"Nnnm." He groaned, rolling over to stare at the wall. "Nothing ever happens." He complained. "I'm too depressed to create."
The girl paused. "Well, why don't you go out for awhile, get some fresh air. It might do you some good." She suggested.
Ayame knit his brow, considering it. "Yes." He finally decided, leaping to his feet with renewed vigor. "I think I will! I shall pay a visit to my dear cousin, Gure-san." He grinned wickedly. "He won't be expecting me at all."
"That's the spirit, sir!" Mine chimed.
Without much ado, the man departed his shop, sun umbrella held high to protect his delicate skin from the sun's harsh rays. It would be nice, he thought, to be able to feel the sun for awhile, like everyone else… But he knew that he couldn't. He would regret it as soon as the sickness set in, and he'd receive the scolding of a lifetime from Hari. He sighed. "Well, Gure will chear me up." But again, he was wrong.
"He… isn't home?" the platinum haired man intoned dissapointedly.
"No, Ayame-san. I'm so sorry!" the young brunette apologized profusely. "Shigure-san said that he wouldn't be back until late. He's gone to visit with Akito, but you're more than welcome to come in for tea." She offered as a hopeful consolation.
He sighed dejectedly, but nodded his appreciation, allowing her to lead him to the sitting room. Upon entering the room, however, his spirits were instantly lifted. "Kyonkichi!" he chimed. "Why, I didn't expect you'd be home!"
The orange head shot up from the book the boy was reading in surprise, a slight blush coloring his cheeks. "Don't call me that!" he spat defensively as Tohru scurried off to ready tea and snacks.
"I do apologize," the older man drawled remorsefully. "I meant no offense." He tilted his head to the side in a demure gesture, his sheen of silver hair sliding lightly over his shoulder, revealing the porcelain skin of his neck above the high collar of his jacket.
Kyo swallowed thickly, turning back to his book. "Don't you get hot in that kind of outfit?" he spat. "It's not like anybody cares what you look like in this heat!"
"I don't have a choice." Ayame replied softly.
"Hn?" Kyo looked up again, startled by the tone of the older man's voice.
"My skin is far too delicate." The man explained. "The touch of the sun would be like poison. I'm practically vampiric." He lamented.
"I… I didn't know that." Kyo offered as a gruff apology. "Well… don't you get sick if you get too hot anyway?"
"Yes." Ayame replied. "It's a tedious game, trying to maintain the right balance."
"Well you're inside now, so you could… take that off." He offered embarrassedly.
"Not really." Ayame replied with a sigh.
"Why the hell not?" The redhead spat, frusterated.
The older man looked away embarrassedly. "Because I'm not really wearing anything under it… and you don't like it when I don't wear a shirt."
Kyo blinked. "Dammit, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard. You… you can wear one of my shirts."
"Really?" Ayame's eyes lit up. "That wouldn't bother you? You're far too kind!"
"Just shut up, don't make a big deal about it. Come on." He mumbled, leading the way to his make-shift bedroom.
The older man sat on the edge of Kyo's bed while the boy rummaged through a trunk of clothes. "Try this." He ordered, tossing a red tank top at the man. "And you'd be a lot cooler if you'd tie that hair up."
"Hm? You think so?" The silver haired man mused, studying one of his silken locks. "Do you have anything I could… tie it with?"
The boy looked around, finally settling on a handkerchief on the top of his dresser. "This." He told him, holding it out.
"Could you do it?" the man all but whispered. "It would be easier for you to reach.
Kyo swallowed, lowering his hand as the man began to unbutton his thick jacket. "Kay." He replied in a clipped voice, dragging his eyes away from the sliver of tepid flesh appearing at the man's neckline.
Once Ayame had changed into the tank top, Kyo stood behind him, lacing his finger through the thick, silver mane and lightly combing it back into a ponytail. The curls at the base of the man's neck were damp with sweat and it made the younger boy shiver. He quickly tied the hankerchief, removing his hand and clearing his throat. "Well… that should do it, just-" he was cut short as a porcelain hand fastened around his wrist.
Ayame fixed the boy with a piercing stare, studying his visage with amber eyes.
"Wha- what are you…" Kyo trailed off, feeling slightly numb and empty-headed.
A slight smile graced the older man's lips as he reached out with his free hand, brushing his knuckles lightly against the boy's jaw.
The hand was cool and soothing as it passed over Kyo's hot skin, and though he wanted to resist, he didn't. He felt his breath catch in his throat as he was pulled into the older man's lap, his knees on either side of Ayame's hips.
"A- Aya…" he managed to pant out before his lips were captured in a torrid kiss. The man slid his practiced tongue into the boy's mouth, exploring and teasing in an almost scholarly way, nipping lightly at Kyo's bottom lip before pulling away.
Kyo's face was a deep shade of crimson, and his eyes held a terrified look. "Why did you do that?" he demanded.
"You liked it." Ayame replied, ignoring the question. "You've been wanting me to do that all week."
"I-I… knock it off, you're full of crap." Kyo tried to pull away, but for all his complaints of feebleness, the man was quite strong.
"I've been wanting to do that all week." He continued. "Kyo, why fight it. If it feels good, just enjoy it. Don't worry about being embarrassed. No one has to know." He gave the boy a winning smile and Kyo found himself being pulled back into those strong arms and down onto the bed.
He shivered as the older, much more experienced man ran his hands up and down the length of his body, squeezing or rubbing to elicit desired responses, but when Ayame's hand suddenly plunged beneath his waistline, he pulled away hurriedly, panting. "N-not that!" he stammered. "I don't want to do anything like that!"
"Shhh. It's okay." Ayame promised. "I won't do anything you don't want me to. Here." He smiled. "You put my hands… wherever you want them."
"Huh? Uh…" Kyo blushed. "That's… that's stupid."
"Why?" Ayame asked kindly. "Because you don't know, or because you do?"
Kyo swallowed, finally conceding, sliding back into the man's arms, allowing himself to be held. "But just this." He mumbled. "I don't want to do any of that other stuff."
Ayame chuckled. "Yes, lovely. Whatever you want."
(end flashback)
"So you see," The snake concluded. "Though my intentions were not pure initially, it wasn't long before I changed the entire nature of my game."
"O-oh." Tohru replied feeling as though she might have just been a victim of TMI. "Kyo!" she called out, relieved to see the boy heading towards them.
"Ah!" Ayame exclaimed, suddenly turning back to his original form.
"Eep!" Tohru turned away quickly, shielding her eyes.
The silver haired man pulled the youth to him, pressing a sultry kiss to his mouth. "I was so worried about you." He confessed.
The redhead pushed him away annoyed. "Put some clothes on before you do that!" he spat. "I swear to god, you have no decency!"