Disclaimer: I don't own any of the beautiful boys from Meine Liebe nor Meine Liebe Weider

Also as a warning, when I was describing Lui, I was listening to He's a Pirate(Tiesto Remix) by Tiesto, so...sorry if he's a little piratesque.

Lui: You should burn in hell for making me sound like I need to steal money...thats so common

Lynx: You're going to be a politician thats even slimier than a pirate

Lui: growl

Naoiji: Anyway on with the fic...

Naoji stood outside of Lui's room. He pressed his back to the heavy wooden door and slowly caught his breath. Every time that Lui kissed his lips, caressed his lower jaw and nearly seduced him into bed, he felt himself melting from his old self. The old Naoji would never have submitted to Lui's advances. Those smooth, calculated and sensually delivered words coupled with the most seductive caresses. Naoji knew no female, Japanese or Kuchen, could replace Lui. His physical androgyny was more beautiful than any girl and his actions and attitude could not be mimicked, they were all male. As much as he hated to admit it, he loved being Lui's bitch. That particular revelation always took him back to the night when he'd submitted to Lui.

2 years before

Things were getting hard…and not in the good way. Naoji had been avoiding Lui for a week after the "intimate incident." Or at least he'd been trying to avoid Lui, which was made a lot harder by the fact that they had both become Strahl candidates and were in all the same classes. He hadn't brought Lui his tea since the night he'd fucked him. He'd had many wet dreams about sex with Lui, but after the actually act he was ashamed. As he walked passed the door to Lui's study, he was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't see the pale hand that pulled him in.

Confused and disoriented, Naoji slowly gained realization that he'd been pulled into Lui's room…by Lui. The room held a slight musk of whiskey, but Naoji expelled the thought as his imagination. "You're getting sloppy, Naoji. Getting caught so easily by the beast you run from," he said coldly with a serious sullen look on his face. Naoji opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Lui. "You know everyone thinks I'm to blame for your sudden anti-social-ness," Lui said matter-of-factly. "I'm sorry," Naoji said looking down. "Don't be, just have a drink with me," Lui said nonchalantly. "What kind of tea would you like?" Naoji asked still not looking at Lui. "I was thinking something cold, and a little stronger," Lui replied. Naoji looked up just in time to come face to face with a bottle of whiskey.

"L-Lui! We are Strahl candidates, we can't drink!" Naoji stuttered. Lui had already procured the cups and was pouring whiskey into them. "Lui!" Naoji yelled. Lui placed the whiskey bottle down and looked up into Naoji's dark eyes. "Naoji…grow up…" he said patting the chair and then sitting in his own. Naoji blushed and slowly made his way to the purple plush chair. As he sat down he watched Lui take a drink of his whiskey. "The drinking age is 16, Naoji. Now drink and explain why you have been running from me all week. I've sure missed my Asian tea," Lui said smirking and drinking more whiskey. Obviously he'd been drinking before Naoji had gotten there.

Naoji would never forget how Lui had looked that night. He'd been wearing his Strahl uniform. He had discarded the jacket and his shirt was unbuttoned, mid way to where it was still tucked in his pants, revealing his creamy white skin. He'd had his family rings on making him look richer than usual and his hair spilled down over his shoulders. Naoji felt his breath quicken and then he downed his whiskey like a shot. His throat felt like it was on fire and his head was spinning. Lui was already pouring him more whiskey. Once the burning in his throat had stopped he looked Luis in his tipsy and lust glazed eyes. "How's your ass, I mean, your bottom?" he said awkwardly shaking his head. Lui grunted into his whiskey, the closest he'd ever get to a laugh. "Um…I'm sorry about that…and that I haven't been there to serve your tea," Naoji continued. He was definitely feeling the whiskey; his sentences were lacking definite purpose. "What does my ass and your absences of service have to do with why you haven't been around," Lui asked casually. Naoji blushed and took a gulp of whiskey. "I couldn't face you after…well, you know," Naoji said staring at the carpet patterns. "After what? After you brought me tea, or after you pounded my ass like you were tenderizing meat," Lui said smirking over his whiskey. Naoji felt like his face would burn off; he was so embarrassed by Lui's words. He finished off his second cup of whiskey and got up to go but was pushed back down by Lui's slender fingers. He knew he was on his way to being drunk, he hadn't even seen Lui stand. He looked up at the gorgeous apparition that stood above him expressionless. Lui grabbed the whiskey bottle and took a swig straight from the bottle. Naoji couldn't help staring at Lui after his "Commoner-like actions." Lui's eyes went to Naoji's lap, and Naoji felt himself rising to Lui's gaze. "Why couldn't you face me after we had sex," Lui asked. Lui had one hell of an alcohol tolerance; he'd been drinking before Naoji had gotten there and the only indication he was drunk was his excessive blinking. His voice was still completely un-slurred. "I thought you…" Naoji started and then realized he actually didn't know why he'd avoided Lui. Whether it was the alcohol or his own realization, he now knew quite clearly Lui wouldn't desert him. As Naoji contemplated his new clarity he hadn't noticed that Lui had lowered himself on his lap, until he began to kiss, lick, and suck on his neck. A groan escaped Naoji as one of Lui's hands took out his hair thong and buried slender fingers into black silk. The other hand worked at the bulge in his pants. Naoji moaned loudly at how good it felt, while Lui continued to suck his neck.

Then the worst happened. Lui tried to remove the hand in Naoji's hair and got his rings tangled in it. "Ow, ow,ow,ow…" Naoji whined moving his head with Lui's hand. The two drunken boys struggled in the dark to remove Lui's hand. Naoji suddenly lost his balance in the chair and fell pulling Lui down on top of him. Toppled on the floor on top of him, Lui started to laugh; Not a chuckle, not a giggle, but loud laughter. In the moonlit room Naoji could see Lui's beautiful face and impeccably white teeth. Lui's unfamiliar laughter filled the darkness of the room and Naoji regretted that he was missing this once in a lifetime occurrence to the darkness. It was a hearty, deep, and rich sound, like good chocolate.

"I'm glad you think this is so funny," Naoji said grumpily. Lui caught his breath slowly. "It's just you've been running from me all week and now you are stuck to me," Lui said his normal calmness returning. "While I have you in such a situation…promise me something," Lui said, no traces of laughter left on his face. "What," Naoji asked still irritated a little. "You will violate me or let me violate you and not run from me," he said completely serious. Naoji was silent. "Submit to me Naoji…I love you," Lui said tugging lightly at Naoji's hair. Naoji was stunned, because even though Lui was asking for his submission, by saying 'I love you' he'd submitted his emotions to Naoji. "I promise, I love you too, Lui," Naoji stuttered. Lui gave a small smirk and then whispered "I am the master." Naoji could read the unspoken words in that sentence from Lui's satisfied look; it said 'If I'm the master then what does that make you, bitch?'

There is one more part to go before the bitter sweet end folks!!!please leave reviews!