p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Sitting in the corner of the dark living room, Ryou was waiting. It was normally about this time that his prey would sneak in. He could feel his heart race, it had been far too long since they last saw each other. Suddenly, he hears the silent click of the door and feet shuffling towards him. Before he can turn his head, a shadow crouches down and kisses him. Despite the darkness, he can make out the face of the man he loves, Makunouchi Ippo./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Ippo looks lovingly into his eyes, reaching up and stroking Ryou's eyebrows, feeling their thick, coarse hairs, each time his heartbeat getting a little louder, a little faster. Suddenly, Ryou's voice breaks the silence, "You're late"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Ippo leans in, and in an apologetic tone, "My bad, it was much harder to get away from Kumi than normal. I think maybe she is starting to catch on to us" punctuating his sentence with a heartfelt kiss./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"In a way, they both felt bad for using Kumi, but if anyone found out about their relationship it would most assuredly be the end of Ryou's boxing career. With no hesitance, Ryou grabs Ippo's neck, the hair caressing his hands, begging him to never let go. Ryou leans in for a taste, his breathing and gaze begging Ippo to oblige. Perhaps they both enjoy kissing not for the physical affection but rather to feel close, connected to one another in a spiritual sense. One kiss melts into two, three, slowly going beyond they can feel or count, until it becomes unbearable, Ryou pushes Ippo onto his back, and starts to kiss his neck. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"He can feel Ippo's whimpering, soft moans as he does this, debating whether it's time to move a little faster. As if he had been thinking the same thing, Ippo pushes away gently, and takes off his shirt, showing the form of his muscular body. Ryou smells hints of sweat, his mind fading slowly into instinct and lust. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Suddenly, they are startled by the sound of a bag hitting the ground and the light turning on. In the light, they can make out that Kumi is home. She looks lost, as if she cannot accept the scene before her, her boyfriend half-naked and kissing her brother. Just from a glance, they can tell she would scream, but the words keep getting caught in the back of her throat. She could've never imagined this in her wildest dreams. She turns on her heels, and rushes out the door as Ippo struggles to quickly put his shirt back on. Wordlessly he bolts out the door, in pursuit of her, leaving Ryou alone once again. He gets up, turns off the light, and returns to his spot in the darkness. Perhaps it was too much to expect this to work out./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Ippo looks lovingly into his eyes, reaching up and stroking Ryou's eyebrows, feeling their thick, coarse hairs, each time his heartbeat getting a little louder, a little faster. Suddenly, Ryou's voice breaks the silence, "You're late"./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Ippo leans in, and in an apologetic tone, "My bad, it was much harder to get away from Kumi than normal. I think maybe she is starting to catch on to us" punctuating his sentence with a heartfelt kiss./span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"In a way, they both felt bad for using Kumi, but if anyone found out about their relationship it would most assuredly be the end of Ryou's boxing career. With no hesitance, Ryou grabs Ippo's neck, the hair caressing his hands, begging him to never let go. Ryou leans in for a taste, his breathing and gaze begging Ippo to oblige. Perhaps they both enjoy kissing not for the physical affection but rather to feel close, connected to one another in a spiritual sense. One kiss melts into two, three, slowly going beyond they can feel or count, until it becomes unbearable, Ryou pushes Ippo onto his back, and starts to kiss his neck. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"He can feel Ippo's whimpering, soft moans as he does this, debating whether it's time to move a little faster. As if he had been thinking the same thing, Ippo pushes away gently, and takes off his shirt, showing the form of his muscular body. Ryou smells hints of sweat, his mind fading slowly into instinct and lust. /span/p
p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal;"span style="font-size: 12.0pt;"Suddenly, they are startled by the sound of a bag hitting the ground and the light turning on. In the light, they can make out that Kumi is home. She looks lost, as if she cannot accept the scene before her, her boyfriend half-naked and kissing her brother. Just from a glance, they can tell she would scream, but the words keep getting caught in the back of her throat. She could've never imagined this in her wildest dreams. She turns on her heels, and rushes out the door as Ippo struggles to quickly put his shirt back on. Wordlessly he bolts out the door, in pursuit of her, leaving Ryou alone once again. He gets up, turns off the light, and returns to his spot in the darkness. Perhaps it was too much to expect this to work out./span/p