Sighing, Ritsuka stepped out of the bathtub, his hair and his body dripping wet. His skin was a soft pink from the heat and his ear's twitched slightly, to rid themselves of the water. Grabbing his towel, he started to dry himself off. His mind idly wandered to what had happened that day at school, then to a few days ago when he'd met that Kio guy. Ever since then he'd been a little awkward around Soubi, for some reason he almost felt as though he'd betrayed his trust.

The photo was in a drawer in his desk, and he'd looked at it at least once every day - sometimes by accident when he opened the drawer to get a pencil or something - but he saw it regularly none the less. He'd be lying if he said he didn't feel a little bit guilty about what had happened and the fact that he still had the picture, but he couldn't tell Soubi, he'd get mad and Kio might loose his friendship. But, then again, it would be his own fault because he kissed Ritsuka so in the end it would be nothing more then what he deserves ... but still. If he could prevent it, Ritsuka would much rather act like it had never happened to save themselves both trouble.

Wrapping the towel around his waist and grabbing his pile of clothes, he left the bathroom and started to walk to his room. He opened the door and barely took one step inside when he noticed the other person sitting at his desk. Ritsuka stopped dead, fighting the urge to scream in surprise and instead turned as quickly as possible to lock the door. His cheeks were bright red as he turned around, wishing he'd brought a change of clothes into the bathroom with him.

"What are you doing here Soubi? I was taking a bath and what would you have done if my mom had come in here?" He threw his clothes into the hamper where all other dirty linen went, then he started to dig in his dresser drawer for at least a pair of boxers to put on. He didn't like the thought of the older male seeing him naked; it would probably always make him nervous.

Soubi was smiling at him, as pleasant as always. "I just thought I'd pay you a visit. When did you meet Kio?"

The preteen blinked, surprise evident all across his face. He stared over at the taller male for a second, momentarily speechless. His mouth began to move, but no sound came out and he had to pause a moment for his mind to catch up with his mouth. "Um, a few days ago. He met me after school and asked me to go with him to a cafe and we talked. Apparently he likes you a lot, and he wanted to tell me that I didn't stand a chance with you." If he already knew there was no point in lying about it. Besides, he hadn't really done anything so it wasn't like he'd get in trouble.

"Oh, I see. Did he kiss you that day too?" Soubi lifted up his hand, revealing that he was holding the photo that had been in the desk drawer.

Ritsuka's stomach dropped slightly, as did his ears and tail. He pouted a bit, guilt written over his young face. "Yeah. He took two pictures with me. The second one he grabbed me and snapped the picture when . . . " He looked off to the side, too embarrassed to finish.

Soubi nodded, looking at the photo in his hand with an almost curious look on his face. "Yes, I can see that you were surprised and flustered. I have to admit, you two look rather cute together, like a Lolita couple almost." There's a moment's silence and Ritsuka's face just goes all the redder. Gently, Soubi sets the picture onto the desk and stands, giving the raven-haired boy a serious look as he steps closer and closer to him. "You know, I can kiss better then Kio ..."

Somehow, Ritsuka's face manages to go even redder and he backs up as the taller male continues to advance on him. Oh crap, Soubi wasn't angry was he? And what did he mean by "I'm a better kisser."? This was not going good at all. He shouldn't have even printed that damn picture out; he should have just deleted it from his camera. What the hell had he been thinking? Now he was -

The virgin gasped in surprise when his back hit the wall and he silently cursed his messy drawers and his inability to find a pair of boxers to put on. His hands grasped desperately at the towel around his waist, fighting to make sure it stayed securely in place. Soubi came to a stop right in front of him, and he slowly brought a hand up to cup Ritsuka's cheek.

The smaller boy calmed slightly, gently pressing into the brunette's touch. Lilac eyes slid closed as the college student leaned in closer, his other hand coming up to run through raven hair and their lips gently touched. Soubi's touch is so much different from Kio's that Ritsuka had a hard time deciding whose he liked more.

Their kiss is brief and Soubi pulls away, smiling at the preteen. "I have to go, but I'll see you later, all right?"

Ritsuka blinks his eyes open, a daze covering his expression. "You're . . . your not angry with me are you?" He tilts his head back to look the taller male in the face, his brows furrowed slightly.

"No, of course not." He presses a final kiss to Ritsuka's forehead then turns, leaving through the window, no doubt the same way he'd come in. With a sigh, the virgin walked over, plopping onto his bed. He got the feeling the Soubi hadn't been entirely truthful about not being upset but if he didn't want to admit it, then fine. It wasn't like Ritsuka cared . . . right?

(XxXxX)

Kio grunted as his back hit the wall, glasses sliding almost completely off his nose. He looked up at Soubi who was holding the front of his shirt and pressing him ever further against the wall. The blond frowned, jerking slightly to loosen the grip on his favorite shirt that was probably being stretched all out, but Soubi refused to give an inch.

Sighing, Kio rolled his eyes and sat the slightly taller male with a somewhat rebellious look. "What, Soubi? Taking it out on me because your little kitty wouldn't spread his legs for you? Give up on him and I'll give you the best tumble of your life."

Soubi frowned deeper, his face surprisingly calm. "Don't say such things, Kio. You know that's not going to happen. I just want to know why you kissed Ritsuka?"

Blinking, the blond brought a hand up to push his glasses into place on his nose. "Did you see the picture? Not jealous are you? You could have me too, you know."

"Kio."

"Fine, whatever. Yeah, I kissed him and I enjoyed it, but I'd like it with you more. I guess I kissed him to try to find out why you like him so much and I still don't see what it is. Ya' happy?" Kio's expression was hurt, as if he'd been betrayed. This made Soubi pause, and he released his hold on the black t-shirt, instead pressing his hands against the wall to either side of Kio's face.

"Ok, I give in. If I give you what you want, just once, will you leave Ritsuka alone and never kiss him again?"

Kio blinked in surprise, his mouth hanging open slightly. He could barely believe his pierced ears, was he serious? "Well . . . yeah, but -" He's cut off as Soubi leans in, catching his lips. The kiss is rough and passionate, both of their emotions coming out full force in this exchange. They slide down to the floor, Kio reveling in the chance to have the brunette all for himself, and Soubi enjoying the ability to unleash all of his pent up, sexual emotions.

Ritsuka would never find out about this. They'd make sure.

(XxXxX)

FIN.

This was actually written as a special request and this chapter is dedicated to Amekan. Now, unless I'm persuaded to write another chapter, this is the end. The last one. The slightly, but not so big finish. I wanted to actually do a sex scene between Kio X Soubi, but I was determined to keep at least one story of mine rated "T". So, yeah, please review.

P.S. - be on the look out for an "M" rated Kio X Ritsuka fic from me. (I hate Soubi with a passion and Kio and Ritsuka look so much cuter together, so yes, don't expect much Soubi love from me.)