Disclaimer: I by no means own any of the rights to the Clamp manga story of Legal Drug or its characters.

Second Sunday

By Crystal Delphina

Completed: December 3, 2008

Part IV of IV

Kazahaya knew what it was like to be in Rikuo's bed; some might recall that he'd slept there on quite a few occasions – well at least four times. He knew that the mattress was firmer than his own, something that always resulted in his back hurting in the morning. He knew the dark blue sheets were always meticulously clean and always smelled of a mix of fresh detergent and Rikuo's own musky scent. He knew that Rikuo only slept with a top sheet, finding blankets to be too cumbersome and making him too hot in the middle of the night no matter what the season. And he knew that Rikuo slept with only one pillow, unlike Kazahaya's two, which always resulted in them fighting over who got to sleep on it; Kazahaya usually lost that fight considering it was Rikuo's bed. But despite all of his previous knowledge and things he'd learned about his roommate's bed and his sleeping habits – such as that he slept like a log during the night and wouldn't move once he was fast asleep – the things he was currently learning concerning Rikuo's bed was fascinating new information. For example, he'd never realized how delightful the headboard could be or how practical a function it served. Currently, he was finding that grasping onto the metal bars of the frame worked quite well in keeping him from going off the deep end – metaphorically speaking of course.

The look in Rikuo's eyes when he first issued his challenge scared him and made him question his choice in words. Initially, the predatory gaze directed his way was effective in stealing his breath away. However when his roommate lunged forward, tightly pressing their lips together, the burning sensation in his chest served as a healthy reminder to use his lungs and he began hastily taking in air through his nose. Rikuo's hands traveled to either side of his face, fingers playing with silken strands of caramel colored hair, to hold him in place as he deepened the kiss with their tongues entwining. With Rikuo's body firmly pressed against his own, his hands gave out from underneath him and they both collapsed onto the bed, the impact jarring their kiss. The weight of another body on top of him was surprisingly comfortable along with Rikuo's soft cheek pressed against the side of his face.

"Move up," Rikuo softly commanded into his ear. Kazahaya readily obeyed and was glad to have his legs no longer dangling over the side of the bed, although he found the loss of their close proximity to be regrettable. Rikuo hoisted himself up onto his hands and knees, observing Kazahaya using his new freedom ungracefully shuffle backwards on the bed. When Kazahaya had readjusted himself and laid back down, Rikuo continued to silently gaze at him from the other end of the bed. Rikuo was only reminded that he should move forward as well when he felt the other male's foot tap against the inside of his calf. He slowly crawled up Kazahaya's length on his hands and knees, noting how golden eyes seemed to change into dark amber in the light from the window.

The look of desire that flitted across the brunette's expression prompted Rikuo's head to descend quickly to capture his lips in another bruising kiss. Pale hands rapidly flew to his back, pressing down with force to usher Rikuo to resume their earlier position of him on top. When Rikuo complied, their legs naturally fell in-between each other's and subsequently began to grind their groins together while the hands on his back began to grasp fistfuls of his shirt clenching at the material rhythmatically. Kazahaya was forced to loosen his grip when Rikuo rose slightly, still managing to keep their lips firmly attached, so he could roughly move a hand down Kazahaya's side. When he reached the hem of the shorter man's shirt, his fingers skimmed the flesh found under the red fabric of the t-shirt Kazahaya wore. Not content with the few meager inches he had managed to touch, Rikuo slid his digits further up the other's chest, causing the shirt to lift in tandem with the exploring hand. His fingers first grazed both protruding peaks of flesh on Kazahaya's chest and quickly surmised this was the right course of action when the other male's legs encircled his own. It was when he gently squeezed the dark peaks and ran his short nails across the sensitive flesh that Kazahaya's hands flew up to hold onto the bed frame.

And now Kazahaya was having trouble thinking, thinking anything at all besides the immediate need to fulfill his want for pleasure. He knew that clothes were in the way. He knew that they were both venturing somewhere uncharted. He knew that something needed to happen soon or he'd explode. He knew he wouldn't be able to last long either way. He knew that Rikuo's head buried in the crux of his neck would inevitably leave so many kiss induced bruises that he'd be forced to wear a turtle neck or a scarf to work for the next week in the middle of summer. He knew he didn't care so long as Rikuo kept giving long low groans as he was now. And above all else, he knew Rikuo wanted him.

That thought alone made him regain his senses enough to let go of the cold metal bars and instead try to find the front of Rikuo's form so he could unbutton the trail of buttons of his dark blue collared shirt he'd worn that day. He made a few attempts that went unacknowledged, but finally the head of black hair lifted up and away, providing Kazahaya his needed access. As each inch of Rikuo's broad pale chest was exposed, Kazahaya had to work harder to concentrate on undoing the white buttons from their small holes, tempted to tear the shirt off entirely but having at least some sense to know that Rikuo would kill him for it later. When the final button was free, Rikuo's shirt fell open and the smaller brunette sat up and unceremoniously moved his lips to press against the hollow of Rikuo's throat, allowing his tongue to swirl the sensitive dip in skin. He could feel Rikuo's pulse begin to race against his mouth and could taste the fine sheen of sweat that was beginning to cover both their forms. The taller young man tasted…rich; something between sweet and salty that made Kazahaya heady with every swipe of his pink tongue on the smooth pale skin.

A deep seeded hunger that had grown throughout the day finally growled in desire, resulting from the teasing touches and heated looks Kazahaya had received in the midst of trying to count endless boxes of cold medicines. A hunger that over the course of the past week had preoccupied all of Kazahaya's thoughts and had fueled dreams he would never admit to having. A hunger that had inspired the uncharacteristic actions he had taken during the day; now he was ready to make another move. Although one of Rikuo's hands was already under his red shirt and his other was moving towards the hem, Kazahaya's hands beat him there and he quickly pulled the offending article off, throwing it in some forlorn corner as soon as it was over his head. A small part of him wanted to recoil in embarrassment during that moment of brazen exposure, but a reaction such as that was overshadowed by the more prominent emotions he was experiencing. He gave a small smile, his golden eyes shining up at the jade ones above him as Rikuo's eyes appreciatively trailed over his form.

The large hand that had been preoccupied with gently pinching the sensitive flesh of Kazahaya's chest instead retraced its earlier path and made its way down back towards his flat stomach. Fingers skimmed over the buttons of Kazahaya's baggy tan cargo pants, dangerously close to touching the seam of fabric that covered a barely contained bulge. Rikuo hesitated and both boys' eyes locked in nervous and excited anticipation, demonstrated by the large gulp of air they both seemed to simultaneously take. Rikuo's fingers twitched but they continued to hover over the material. He took a shaky breath and momentarily looked away from Kazahaya's gaze, "Is this…alright?" His eyes darted back to the young man under him expectantly, eager for the answer. Kazahaya's bangs shifted when he gave a small curt nod.

Letting go of the breath he'd been holding, shaking fingers finally descended to touch Kazahaya's arousal through the course material of his pants. The shorter man gave a moan of pleasure at the long awaited contact. Kazahaya delighted in the new experience, enjoying the firm pressure and gentle friction that Rikuo's hand provided as it moved up and down his length in a loose grasp. His hands clawed at Rikuo's back under the open shirt as he closed his eyes, trying not to lose himself in the rush of euphoria that was flooding his senses. He wanted this so badly; had wanted this all day. He had wanted Rikuo kissing and touching him just like this for an excruciating twelve hour work shift. He wanted more.

Rikuo watched his roommate squirm beneath him, the movement of his lithe body in time with the strokes of his hand. The sight of the brunette with his mouth partially opened in ecstasy and his eyes screwed tightly shut was one of the most entrancing sights he'd ever witnessed. "Rikuo," Kazahaya moaned in a breathy voice that jolted every nerve ending Rikuo had. He wanted to hear his name said like that again. He wanted to keep Kazahaya panting like this for hours just so he could continue to watch the erotic display on his features. Never mind that his other arm that held him propped up above Kazahaya would probably give out soon due to exertion. It would be well worth the effort. He heard his name again, this time the moan longer, and felt short nails biting into the skin of his back. He felt that strong jolt a second time and felt his own neglected arousal twitch in response; suddenly he wanted to make Kazahaya scream his name.

"Rikuo," Kazahaya tried a third time, attempting to get the dark haired psychic's attention. His eyes fluttered open to peer up at Rikuo and he nearly gasped at the intense and heated dark green gaze. He was rather pleased to note that Rikuo had a flushed expression as well. It was such a rare sight that if they hadn't been currently preoccupied with more important things he might have attempted to photograph the event. In any case, when he finally had the attention of his roommate, Kazahaya rolled his hips upwards pushing into Rikuo's hand. One of his hands that had been clawing at Rikuo's back, skimmed down the side of his torso until his fingers brushed the heavy material of the dark blue jeans he was wearing and he hooked a finger under the waistband. He watched Rikuo's eyes narrow as his finger slowly moved under the denim from the side of his hip towards the front of his body, pulling lightly at the material. When his finger finally worked its way to the button of Rikuo's fly, still gently tugging the denim down, Rikuo let out a hiss. Kazahaya was driving him absolutely insane and he wasn't sure whether to throttle the boy for teasing him or start stroking him harder. He was fairly certain he received an answer to his dilemma when Kazahaya tugged at his jeans again while simultaneously pressing his arousal into Rikuo's palm again. "Touch me," the empath whispered, as he undid the brass button of Rikuo's jeans.

Although relatively two simple words, Rikuo seemed completely unable to comprehend their meaning when strung together in such a command seeing as he just stared dumbfounded at Kazahaya. The shorter young man made a second attempt. "Touch me," he said again softly, his hooded eyes only partially masking the small mischievous spark behind them when he rolled his hips again for encouragement, "and I'll touch you." Deft fingers unzipped the metal teeth of Rikuo's jeans and slipped inside the dark folds of denim to graze against the sensitive skin underneath amongst course dark hair.

That had been all the encouragement Rikuo had needed. With a speed he didn't know he possessed, or that was physically possible, he managed to untie the drawstring of Kazahaya's cargos, undo the button, and unzip his pants all with one hand. He fell forward, his hand finally giving up on supporting his whole upper body weight, and instead shifted his position so his weight rested on his knees that were in between each of Kazahaya's legs and on his forearm so their upper bodies were only mere inches away from touching each others. He leaned forward and took Kazahaya's mouth in a hungry kiss, both of their eyes closing again, as he pushed his hand under Kazahaya's pants to wrap his fingers around his length in a firm grasp. He swallowed the moan Kazahaya gave at the contact, and the subsequent moan he gave when he began stroking his hardened shaft. Rikuo deepened the kiss, increasing the fight with the other's tongue, when he felt soft fingertips he'd been waiting for all day brush against his own arousal. He wasn't sure where the innocent and bashful Kazahaya that he knew had gone, but frankly he didn't care if he ever saw him again.

Truthfully, although Kazahaya was quite distracted by the sensations that were sending jolts of electricity throughout his entire body from his co-workers ministrations, he was still determined to return the favor in kind. Plus, he was curious. Although he'd touched himself hundreds of times, he'd never touched anyone else so intimately before and had only practiced doing such a thing with Rikuo in his dreams. His fingers brushed up and down against the hardened length, feeling the warmth from the skin that encased the hardened blood-engorged organ, the softness of the head with the small dip in the middle, the black curls that ran along the base and marked the path to the soft sacs underneath. While he explored the entire surface of Rikuo's shaft, he took special note of Rikuo's reactions when his fingers skimmed over certain areas, causing him to retrace his steps to garner a repeated response. He stretched his hand out to hold the balls and applied gentle pressure, causing Rikuo to give a harder squeeze in the middle of stroking Kazahaya. Rikuo extricated his mouth away and stilled his hand much to the smaller man's chagrin.

"What?" Kazahaya moaned, a slight whine in his voice as he tried to move against Rikuo to regain the lost momentum. Rikuo shifted forward slightly causing their chests to come in contact for the first time, making Kazahaya's already limited cognition skills go into a tailspin. Kazahaya began to close his eyes and shift again to insist that Rikuo move, but was stopped when he felt Rikuo give a strong squeeze to his member that actually dangerously teetered on the thin line of painful. And just like that, Rikuo had magically managed to regain the brunette's full and undivided attention, the haze diminishing slightly in the golden eyes. "What?" he repeated, through gritted teeth.

Rikuo leaned down further, resting more of his weight on Kazahaya's chest and brought his mouth close to the other boy's ear. "Stop teasing me," Rikuo growled lowly. With their upper bodies nearly superglued together, Kazahaya could feel the vibrations from Rikuo's demand reverberate seemingly throughout his entire body. The feeling generated further awareness within Kazahaya of just how, well, physically close the two of them were. Then, Rikuo uttered a word that Kazahaya would have been willing to bet an entire month's paycheck on never hearing said to him in his lifetime:

"Please."

Rikuo pushed himself forcefully against the hand that was still in his jeans while he simultaneously stroked Kazahaya, drawing a groan from the boy underneath him. There was a sharp hitch in Rikuo's breathing when he felt long fingers delicately begin to wrap around his length, but still too soft in their handling to give him the relief he needed. He latched his mouth to the side of Kazahaya's pale neck, glad to feel the wildly racing pulse under his tongue again. "Kazahaya," he growled. His roommate only gave a small grunt in acknowledgement. "Stop teasing," he repeated, his deep ragged voice nearly pleading in his frustration and impatience. "I can't take it anymore." And with that admission, Rikuo's world was suddenly sent spinning. Literally.

Mustering up a sudden burst of strength, Kazahaya rolled the two of them over until he was mostly on top of his baffled companion. He made quick work of stopping any protest over their changed positions by promptly moving forward to close the gap between their mouths, entering the warm cavern with his tongue without any hesitation. Rikuo's free hand came up to rest on the small of his back, fingers drawing small invisible circles on the sensitive flesh that sent a chill down Kazahaya's spine. Confident that Rikuo wouldn't suddenly materialize a shoe out of thin air to hit him with regarding his little stunt, he pulled back just enough to look into jade eyes that had grown so dark from arousal they looked obsidian in the nearly pitch-black room. He wasn't sure if the darkness he saw in those depths was stirring up more feelings of apprehension or excitement within him.

Coupled with the fact that both of their pants were already baggy, their previous 'activities' had forced their pants to ride low on their hips providing ample access for Kazahaya to implement his plan. With a deep breath, he took a firm grasp of Rikuo's erection, his thumb rubbing over the head and smearing the small amount of liquid that had already collected there. Rikuo gave a sharp hiss but didn't close his eyes. Kazahaya brought his forehead down to rest against Rikuo's, strands of auburn and black bangs damp from sweat mixing together, all the while keeping their eyes locked even at such close proximity.

Their lips brushed once, not quite kissing-

Kazahaya gave a firm stroke.

Uneven exhales of air spilled over both their lips and mingled together in the space between. Twice-

Another stroke, his thumb firmly pressing the small hole at the tip.

A small groan accompanied the third time their lips brushed –

Rikuo caught onto the idea and mimicked the intimate caress in time with the other boy.

They were both breathing harshly – taking in the moist heat from the other's exhale – and Kazahaya's lips softly moved against the dark haired boy's partially opened mouth. "Together."

Rikuo could honestly say he'd never heard anything so exhilarating so far in his short lived life. Kazahaya's single uttered word had managed to induce a drug like effect that made him nearly dizzy with passion. 'Together'. The soft husky voice echoed in his mind. His entire attention became focused on that dual demand / request that his roommate had issued and his desire to fulfill it. He slid his fingers up the path of Kazahaya's spine, making the other boy shudder again at his touch. 'Together'. Rikuo's fingers danced up the nape of Kazahaya's neck to cup the side, and despite the impossible task, Kazahaya pressed their foreheads closer together still. Rikuo momentarily closed his eyes and gave what could pass for a small smile before looking back up at the dark golden eyes above him. "Together," he confirmed in a sincere whisper and closed the minute gap between their mouths, desperately drinking in Kazahaya as his hand clutched at golden brown strands of hair. And simultaneously their hands around each other's erections tightened and began to slowly pump in time.

Kazahaya was experiencing something very close to what he envisioned heaven to be; sensual, pleasurable, and torturously enjoyable. He felt as if there was a cord within him that was being wound tighter and tighter with each pass of Rikuo's palm and each thrust of their hips. Everything; there was almost too much of everything. Every nerve ending on his body was on fire, every single sensory input attuned to the parts that were touching Rikuo; their chests, their hands, their groins, their lips, their still clothed legs flexing around one another's. Rikuo and he were pressed so tightly together, so inescapably entwined, that he felt all of it – and he wanted more. He was so lost in euphoria he was even willing to ignore the slight discomfort from the lack of lubrication. However he was painfully aware how close to the edge he was; how it was taking all of his very limited control to not just allow his body to let itself free and joyfully fall over the precipice of climax. But they had said 'together'- had agreed to it - and he had every intention of trying to keep that small promise. But still…he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He gave a loud moan against the other young man's mouth when he felt the hand on his arousal twist along the shaft providing a new sensation. No… not much longer at all.

He pulled back slightly, though the hand at the back at his head forcefully pushing him down made the job nearly impossible. "Ri..k-…ah," he attempted, cutting himself off with a groan. Rikuo leaned up to recapture his lips but only managed to gently tug at Kazahaya's lower lip with his teeth. He wanted to keep sating his hunger for Kazahaya, and the brunette deciding to start talking was not going to help with that endeavor. There were other, more important things to be concerned with, especially considering he wasn't sure if he could hold out much longer. His thoughts had been unable to drift away to anything other than Kazahaya for the last few hours now, every single thought preoccupied with touching the other boy as soon as he was able. That mild state of prolonged desire, which had only escalated into full blown arousal in the last hour, was making it nearly impossible to hold onto any semblance of control while his body was screaming at him for release.

Distracted by Kazahaya's fingers massaging along his shaft, he nipped a bit too hard at the full lip in-between his teeth causing the other boy to flinch slightly. He quickly let go of the captured lip and gave a small kiss as means of apology, though the empath seemed unconcerned with the pain. "Rik-kuo," Kazahaya tried again managing the full name this time, even if there was some stuttering. When half lidded dark eyes gazed up at him only partly attentively, he felt his head spinning again from the sight. He never thought he'd be the one to say it but…Rikuo was practically oozing seduction at the moment even if it wasn't intentional. "Rikuo, I can't- can't hold on-" he faltered on his words, becoming rapidly aware of how true they were. He wanted….soon…very soon…

"Good, neither can I," Rikuo said, his words nearly lost amongst his exhale and accompanying small grunt. He watched Kazahaya shut his eyes tightly in concentration when he sped up his hand on the other boy, feeling the warmth pulsate beneath his hand. He struggled, but he managed to lean up enough to whisper in Kazahaya's ear. "Together Kazahaya."

That was the final straw. That cord that had been tightly winding in Kazahaya finally snapped with hearing his name in Rikuo's husky voice and the utter inability to contain himself any longer. He felt his body twitch and spasm in the much anticipated release and as his head dropped down to Rikuo's shoulder, he issued a deep cry biting his lip to keep from actually screaming. It was a moment later when he realized his body wasn't the only one convulsing and that he could actually feel Rikuo's arousal in his hand twitching with each ejaculation as he enjoyed his own climax. He opened one eye enough to look over to his side to see Rikuo's head thrown back into the pillow, biting hard on his lip as well, a fine sheen of sweat covering his face, neck and shoulders. The sight of the other young man lost in ecstasy had Kazahaya bury his face deeper against the side of Rikuo's neck as he rode out the last waves of his own pleasure, panting and desperate for air.

Even if he had had to move, Kazahaya felt that doing so at that point would have been impossible. He was willing to bet that even an hour later he would still be in the same state of incapacitation. He was fully on top of Rikuo, sprawled out on the taller boy and not supporting any of his own weight. And unless Rikuo physically shoved him off or moved him, he had no intention what so ever of moving. His body just felt so heavy, nearly as heavy as his mind felt fuzzy. Only the sound of their labored breathing filled the still air as they both laid there in silence. The smaller brunette was sure thought that his heart beat must have been audible due to how it was thundering in his chest. However, as the silence continued to stretch on between them, and the last vespers of arousal faded from him, he became aware of their state. They were still half naked, sweaty, and now quickly becoming sticky as well. He also realized with some mild embarrassment that his hand was definitely still located in the realm under his roommate's jeans. He gently let go and carefully moved his hand back up to the safe zone of the bed sheets, and only shifted slightly when Rikuo did the same.

He needed a shower. As tempting as sleep was, he was not going to fall asleep to only wake up in the morning to find himself cemented to Rikuo.

Minutes continued to slip by and Kazahaya, done with his basking in the pleasurable afterglow of orgasm, was becoming annoyed with his co-worker's sudden lack of any sort of demonstration of consciousness. He ruefully wondered if the broody young man had fallen asleep and forgotten about him. But with a glance at the other's face he knew that despite Rikuo's eyes being shut, he wasn't asleep. A horrible realization flashed through Kazahaya's mind and his form stiffened in fear and dread. The only reason that Rikuo would be purposefully ignoring his existence still in his bed was if he…regretted what had just transpired between the two. He didn't know whether or not if he really wanted to know the answer to that possible question though, knowing that the response could irrevocably change their relationship forever; though the last hour alone managed to do a nice number in that arena. Kazahaya's thoughts strayed back to the problem he had been dwelling on earlier in the day:

What was their relationship again exactly?

Too wrapped up in his own musings and worries, Kazahaya missed the slanted green eyes of his roommate open. "What's wrong?" Rikuo's usual monotone voice seemed rather loud and jarring in the otherwise silent room. He gave a small start of surprise before regaining his composure and turned his head slightly to the side to glance up at Rikuo's profile, though he still sat unmoving on top of the other larger boy. Kazahaya gave a small sigh before opening his mouth to speak in a quiet and subdued voice, more befitting the dark moonlit room. "Rikuo…," he trailed off unsure. "You don't…" Rikuo regarded him out of the corner of his eye in a mixture of curiousness and suspicion. The look made Kazahaya promptly shut his mouth and he gave a small shake of his head. Hinting around wouldn't do either of them any good and he was never one for being any good at subtlety anyway. With a small wave of determination, he quickly propped himself up on an elbow to look down at his stoic roommate and bane of his existence.

"Do you regret this?" he blurted, his words rushing out and nearly slurring together as his golden eyes narrowed in accusation. Rikuo glared impassively at him for a few seconds without any indication of giving a response. Finally, with a roll of his eyes and an exasperated sigh, he shoved Kazahaya off so the brunette landed in a flourish beside him on the bed after rolling into the wall first and softly hitting his head. Rikuo rose from the bed, standing in one fluid motion, and started to walk towards the gap still in the curtains that they had forgotten to close earlier. "If you have to ask that, you're an idiot," he replied in a disinterested voice before ducking behind the stark white material. After hearing the click of the bathroom door shut, the remaining occupant of the bed pulled the sheet off of his head that had tangled around him somehow in the sudden dismounting. "I had wanted to shower first," he bemoaned to no one but himself. He gave a small frown, his eyes shifting to look at the split in the curtains that his comrade had left through and then to the space on the bed he had just been occupying. "And that didn't answer the question," he said with a small disappointed sigh, his voice seeming to echo in the big empty room.

He heard the spray of water coming from the bathroom before he zipped his pants back up and rolled off the bed. After retrieving his forgotten red shirt, he walked past the middle curtain over to his side of the room and began pulling clothes out of his dresser for the night.

---

When Rikuo finished his quick shower and exited the bathroom in his original clothes and running a towel over his hair in attempt to dry it before bed, Kazahaya already had his change of clothes in his hands and slipped right past him into the bathroom without a word. Apparently the smaller man was either in a rush to shower and get to sleep or was peeved with his roommate. Knowing Kazahaya, it was most likely a mixture of both. Rikuo muttered a "tch" when he heard the door shut, but proceeded to go about changing for bed regardless. He kicked off the uncomfortable jeans in favor of pulling on his sweat pants.

Kazahaya truly was an idiot. Of course he didn't regret what happened. If he had, well one, he wouldn't have done it in the first place. And two, he would have said something in that case. In fact, the only thing that had been bothering Rikuo afterwards that he had been dwelling on was the sad fact that he hadn't managed to make the empath scream his name as he had wanted. Aside from that small annoyance, Rikuo certainly wouldn't have allowed the overgrown housecat to lounge on him for ten damn minutes if he had been upset with the situation. Idiot. He threw his wet towel in the corner in irritation. He pulled off the blue shirt and was about to throw it as well when he paused and looked at his arm that was already lifted to throw, tracing the lines and curves of the black marks decorating his skin with his eyes. He realized then that Kazahaya still hadn't noticed…

He chucked the shirt in the corner and quickly pulled on his favorite black cotton t-shirt. Nevermind. It was a problem that could be dealt with at another time.

---

Kazahaya had managed to shower and dress in record time and emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of sleep pants and a plain t-shirt, carrying his dirty clothes from the day. He was still irritated with his dark haired companion, but was also aware that although it hadn't been a direct answer to his question by any means, the 'answer' he had received was enough. However thoughts of what they had just done continued to plague him; what would happen now? Would things change between the two? Worse, would Rikuo find someway to use the new shift in their relationship to his advantage by finding new and much more torturous methods of waking him up in the morning? He recoiled in dread at the thought as a cold chill shot down his spine. Perhaps, instead of the flimsy excuse for a wall that the curtain provided, he could convince Kakei to give them money to build an actual wall to separate their 'rooms' and he could put deadbolts on his bedroom door. He gave a small dreamy smile as he stumbled in the dark across the 'living room' floor, deciding to ignore the harsh reality in favor of his imaginary benevolent and rich boss who would shower him with walls and locks at his bequest.

Speaking of curtains…Kazahaya's footsteps came to a halt when he realized that the curtains that separated Rikuo's space from the larger living room area and his side were all drawn closed, and only the curtain leading to his side was partially open. It seemed his roommate had decided to go to sleep and didn't want to be disturbed. Kazahaya immediately frowned but lifted a hand to his forehead to rub the resulting creases away that formed and then flipped his wet bangs back away from his face in annoyance. Man he lived with such a louse of a roommate. He stalked to his side and pulled the curtain away and took a step towards his bed before pausing.

There, bathed in the moonlight from the window right above the bed, was the aforementioned louse reclining on top of the sheets with one arm propped under his head while the other rested on his stomach, looking quite nonchalant with his eyes closed. As if this wasn't the first time he'd ever been in Kazahaya's bed. Golden eyes narrowed in suspicion. Just as Kazahaya was about to demand an explanation, his rationale caught up to him; it was late, and frankly, he didn't really care why Rikuo was there. Instead, he just threw his clothes in a corner as he approached the bed and then lay down next to the taller boy without touching him. Something was still bothering him and he knew his new bedmate wasn't asleep yet seeing as there were no soft snores filling the room.

"Anoo, Rikuo…" He was strangely calm as he unobtrusively got Rikuo's attention, although the other boy didn't open his eyes or give any real indication of listening. He just knew that he was. And although, he should have probably been blushing at the very thought of this conversation, much less actually engaging in it, he felt as if he were merely asking about what the weather would be for the next day; boring and general easy-going conversation between the two. Nothing out of the ordinary. "Does this mean we're…you know…" But he still didn't want to say the word, even if he was perfectly blasé about it.

Apparently he didn't need to though, because the arm that had been draped across Rikuo's stomach moved to snake under Kazahaya's back and wrap around him to pull him to Rikuo's side. "We just are," Rikuo said evenly, his eyes still closed, providing another perfect example of Rikuo's cryptic 'non-answer answers'. Kazahaya mulled the words over in his head a few times, thinking about the context they provided to their vague relationship. They just were. Not necessarily dating. Not necessarily boyfriends. Not necessarily even friends. None of the common relationship related terms seemed to fit them well. So they just were - something inconclusive and unresolved. He knew Rikuo well enough to figure out that veiled message amongst his few words, but in an odd way it provided him comfort regardless, as he was still unsure whether he would want to be officially 'dating' Rikuo since the word seemed out of place when it referenced his roommate and co-worker.

The just were…together.

Giving a small content smile, Kazahaya rolled towards Rikuo, his head finding a rather comfortable spot resting slightly beneath the other's own. "Why aren't we in your bed?" he asked with a yawn. The larger psychic gave a small grunt and shifted to his side to turn towards Kazahaya, bringing his other arm up to wrap securely around his middle. "Because your bed has two pillows, and I don't feel like fighting with you tonight over mine." Kazahaya resisted the urge to rolls his eyes. Of course that was why Rikuo would be in his bed; anything less practical than that wouldn't be Rikuo. Whatever. He had just finished getting comfortable and closed his eyes ready for sleep when he heard Rikuo make a rather audible 'sniffing' sound. Before he even had the chance to question him, Rikuo poked his side with a hard jab of his finger. "Have you been using my shampoo again?"

And thus, the second Sunday of the month turned into the second Monday of the month due to a long discussion/argument over the "right's of shampoo owners" and the subsequently following "right's of the guy having sex with a jerk". This was quickly followed by the counterpoint of "right's of jerks who sleep with idiots" finally resulting in the use of the pillows and pushing individuals off of shared beds as legitimate strategies to winning a debate. Needless to say, the dispute extended well past midnight, with neither side really gaining ground to name a real winner. However, concessions were made by either side in an unprecedented compromise resulting in a repeat performance of late night activities, though by the end of the second time around they had been too tired to bother with a shower.

And when the morning of the second Monday rolled around and both of Kakei's employees happened to be late, before irritably beating on their apartment door to rouse them for work, he first begrudgingly handed 10,000¥ to the snickering man wearing sunglasses. "And I thought Rikuo was responsible," Kakei muttered to himself, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose as he headed back down the stairs after he heard shouting from inside the apartment of his two charges bickering over who's fault it was that they were both getting pay cuts for the day because of oversleeping. Kakei made a mental note to inform both of them as well of the discrepancy between number of sold products and inventory numbers for two particular products that he kept careful track of. Those two missing items would be coming out of both of their paychecks as well.

Too bad for them they both had a nine hour work day ahead of them.

-----------------------

A.N.: That's it. That's the end of Second Sunday. Were you pleased? I purposefully left a few loose ends to continue from this point a longer more complex story extending into the actual storyline more. But that's only if I have the resolve to start/finish it and motivation and encouragement from readers. We'll see. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this latest addition to the Legal Drug fanfiction universe and that your lips puckered from a hopefully good lemon. I look forward to any further thoughts or comments you may have. Hope to see you again soon readers.

~ C.D.