A/N

Because of a larger response than I'd anticipated for this story (o.O) there has to be 2 dedications this time, sorry guys! I want to get you all in, because your reviews mean so much. This one is for ShinigamixGirl and lydia-chan, for much-appreciated support!

Condiments

By the time he started moving, I'd already decided this was my favourite place in the world.

My fingers coiled in his hair, my legs around his waist, I sunk into blissful oblivion and let him take over. My eyes firmly planted themselves in the back of my head (though I'd really much rather be staring at Kakeru) and I felt a pathetic breathy moan escape. He laughed and just moved harder, which, of course, made my body writhe in terrible convulsions of pleasure. I wanted to say things like "faster" and "harder" and "deeper" but my last remnants of self-respect clung to me desperately. That, and Kakeru's mouth had left mine totally devoid of oxygen. Not to mention my total and undying faith in him that he would do it anyway.

He whispered my name on a mumbled laugh and moved in an entirely precise way that made me realise he had done this countless times before. I felt like a total fool, lying here like the overeager virgin I was. At least my voice had deserted me, or I'd probably ruin it screaming for more. I felt… hideous. But for the first time in my life I didn't care; I was totally disgusting like this, but he still kept moaning in my ear, pressing for more.

It was… perfect.

My eyes cemented themselves to their earlier retreat when my body ignited with pleasure. I knew he didn't need verification of the location, my body's convulsions easily readable to him; his speed quickened easily, resulting in my first scream of the night, albeit breathy and pathetic. For the first time in my life… I was going to… c-come. And I couldn't imagine a better way. I ran my hand across his sweat-drenched shoulder, but his eyes had followed mine, his neck curved gracefully back in an arch as white eyes stared unseeing at the ceiling. His hand met mine inside the confusion, and squeezed hard. I understood the implication in a second.

Now.

Jump.

With me.

I was perfectly silent when I came, his name dissolving into white spots in my mind as I fell into unconsciousness.

The second thing I decided that weekend was that I loved Sundays.

Rather, I loved the way Kakeru spent Sundays, generally slopping and lazing around, procrastinating until the very last second, causing general nuisance and bother. I decided that, most of all, I loved waking up next to Kakeru on a Sunday. Because that was the only time – the only true time that he kissed me. All others paled in comparison to that single moment. That single murmur of "Goodmorning," and the kiss which always followed.

I groaned, snuggling into him closer. "You fulfilled your promise. I don't think I can walk."

He laughed softly and ruffled my hair. "I'm not lugging you around the place, you weigh a ton." I glared at him and moved closer; I found myself sighing sadly. At some point he had decided it was a good idea to get dressed… I ran my fingers across the fabric, cursing the fact it kept my skin from his. "I couldn't go downstairs naked… my mother's back." He looked at me sadly. "Sorry."

I propped myself up on one elbow and leaned in to kiss his forehead which, incredibly, he allowed me to do, his eyes closing happily. "With the state my family's in, it would be entirely hypocritical to start slagging off other people's." I groaned as I tried to stand up, finding myself limping helplessly. "Ugh. Can I have a shower, at least?"

He was watching me with a rather odd, indecipherable expression on his face. "Of course," he murmured. I realised, after a moment, that it was sadness.

"My phone should be ready by now," I said by way of making conversation; he didn't take up on it, grunting once and rolling back over onto his side, back facing me. I pulled on my boxers and staggered down the hall to find the shower; there was giggling from downstairs. Ted must be there too. I retained enough dignity to not feel disgusted and staggered into the shower, turning the tap on as I prodded and poked, evaluating the damage. Well. Walking in a straight line was pretty much out of the question… I could try and find a bandage of sorts, wrap it around one ankle. That would explain the limp… I stole some of Kakeru's lemongrass shampoo, so I could smell him for just one more moment, before staggering out of the shower and limping back along the corridor.

He greeted me with a hug, before complaining I was "wet and icky" and demanding I got changed. "What would my Yun-Yun like to do today?" he murmured softly as I did up my shirt, kissing the nape of my neck softly.

"Today's your day," I whispered. "I got everything I wanted yesterday."

"Glad to hear I could provide," he said with a grin.

"Smug bastard," I muttered, smiling. The door slammed ominously, the incessant giggling stopping as we heard it drifting down the road. I looked at him carefully.

He sighed. "She'll have left me something to do, no doubt. She's too lazy to do it herself." He smiled, pulling me in for another soft kiss. "Let's go find out, hmm?"

Sure enough, a handful of errands were neatly scribed across a piece of paper. "It's not too bad." I smiled. "I like foodshopping."

Kakeru picked it out of my hands and wrinkled his nose. "Ugh. Now that one's just gross."

I laughed, patted him consolingly and ran off to get my phone. I flipped it on and began to plug in the numbers I knew off by heart. "So what's yours?"

He snatched my phone off me and plugged it in, fiddling about a bit with the interface before putting it back. "Wait a sec," he said, flipping out his own phone. He stared at the two of them for a moment, pressing buttons randomly, before turning to me with a grin. "See?" He proffered my phone back with an eloquent thrust, and I couldn't help but blush. At some point he'd photographed the photo he'd given me, and now… through an inexplicable technological method it was now on my phone too. I simply stared at it.

"S'pretty," I just about managed, still staring at it.

He laughed softly and smiled gently. "Like you," he murmured, running his fingers across my face.

I felt myself flush insanely as I pulled away and shrugged on my jacket. "C'mon, we'd better go do this." I gestured at the list and began to walk away, limp feeling totally obvious. He didn't seem to notice – or care, either could be true. I realised, yet again, I had no idea where to go. He seemed to guide me silently, twirling me around and walking off in the other direction.

"Do I get to push the trolley?" I murmured, and he rolled his eyes with a smile.

"If you must steal all the fun," he pouted. I laughed and walked in front of him, detaching a trolley and wheeling it inside. "What's first?"

"Tahraygon."

I rolled my eyes and picked up the list. "Tarragon. That's a kind of herb, I think… so… vegetables? Condiments…" I trundled off, Kakeru still staring at me in shock.

"You're such a wife," he murmured in my ear, and I blushed, laughing madly. "Can I help?"

"You could go get this," I muttered, pointing at another obscure item.

"… sundried tomatoes? Why won't that woman just go buy microwave meals?" he grumbled.

"Aisle 6 for vegetables," I called after him, laughing as I walked away.

Akito's fingers were limp around the photo she held in her hand. "Bring him to me," she muttered, and a servant scurried away. It drifted from her fingers, falling softly on the floor, Kakeru's face smiling untimely back at her. She screamed.

My other phone went off; I groaned unhappily and sent Kakeru a look. "Gotta get this, will you be alright with these?" He nodded and smiled, arms full of bags as he paid. I wandered out and put the phone to my ear. "Hatori?"

"Yuki, I'm so sorry."

He didn't need to explain. I understood instantaneously. "Who?" I croaked.

"Kyo."

I felt my insides writhe with anger. "I had expected better," I whispered. "After everything I tried to do for him…" I took a deep breath. "How long ago?"

"Earlier today. He's sent someone out for him."

"I can't hide from him, Hatori," I said, my voice trembling with fear. "I just can't!"

"I know, Yuki." I knew from the sadness in his voice he knew exactly what was ripping inside.

I looked up and saw two people staring at me. "They're here," I whispered, and my arm fell limply to my side. I turned back inside and marched systematically to Kakeru, grabbing his arm and dragging him to one side. "My family," I gasped. "They know… I'm so sorry. I love you." I kissed him hungrily, causing our shopping to fly everywhere.

He judged the seriousness of the situation; I was trembling in his arms, tears falling down my face. "I know, Yuki." He pulled me into a hug, his chin resting on the top of my head, his eyes behind me on the two men walking towards us. "I know." One placed his arm gently on Kakeru's; I nodded, disentangling myself from him. We walked in silence to the car.

Akito didn't let me be there. As far as I could tell, Kakeru took it in silence; I waited with Hatori in the gardens. I stared at the floor, my body's energy taken from me by the words Hatori had said hours ago. I felt said Dragon tense beside me, and looked up to see his eyes far away, on the other side of the garden. The shock of orange stopped me from looking any further. I slid back further on the bench and bit down the urge to scream.

Footsteps announced his approach; I didn't need to look up to see he was crying. I could taste it in the air. Hatori's hand idly brushed the top of my head in comfort; I felt my body shake. "It came to him or me, Yuki." I couldn't find the words to say. "Please, hit me," he whispered.

I looked at him once. I have never, ever hated someone more. "You know how this works, Kyo," I said softly, my voice laced with bitterness. "You have taken everything from me. I'm not petty enough to do the same to you." Akito's exit was announced by the door softly closing and walking off in the other direction. I walked silently after Hatori, crouching down beside him. I took his hand instantly. He looked at me with impassive eyes and I stood up and walked away.

There was not a scratch on him, but I knew that it could take mere words to destroy everything.