Hello everyone! I've written another lovely chapter for this little series, after taking a couple of months to write the collection series One Point in Time. If you didn't read that then there are parts of this series within, though this series doesn't have anything needed from that series to assist with understanding.

I'm bumping up the rating to M due to more intimate scenes and discussions.

This chapter is dedicated to Keira Kinover-Mar, who has been asking for more Terrorist. Enjoy!

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Feel Complete

He would succeed in making this damn tart. After all he'd succeeded in making chocolate soufflé, so a strawberry rhubarb tart should have been a piece of cake. It wasn't and the little girl in charge of teaching the recipe had hardly left his and Miyagi's side the entire time. Of course if Shinobu had let Miyagi have a hand in making the tart it may have gone a little smoother.

"Amano-chan," Miyagi said to the girl, kindly, "thank you so much for helping my little Shinobu here make your tart. As you can see, he is definitely in charge."

Amano Ichigo chuckled nervously. "It's alright Miyagi-san. Takatsuki-san is very determined. It takes determination to make good tarts!"

"Will you two quit talking about me like I'm not even here? It's making me lose concentration!" Shinobu snapped as he cut the strawberries into very uneven pieces.

Miyagi sighed and ruffled Shinobu's hair, causing the youth to jerk away and scowl. "We really need to work on your tact, Shinobu-chin," Miyagi grumbled.

Shinobu hunched over and eyed another strawberry with his left eye. "If you're not going to help, old man, then go find something else to do."

Had they been in their own kitchen and not in baking class, Miyagi would have grabbed a beer and sat on the sofa to read the paper. However, he really wanted to work with Shinobu on building their bond, so he'd enrolled the two in classes together so they had something in common. His little terrorist was overly determined to show that he could do everything on his own, which was causing the kid's own downfall.

"Excuse me, Amano-chan, I'm about to embarrass my partner here. You may want to go help someone else for a little while."

The girl nodded and walked off to help another struggling group of middle school girls. Miyagi slid behind Shinobu, spooning him in the upright position. He placed his hand over the one Shinobu had clutching the knife. Immediately the younger man tensed as he could feel a broad chest at his back and Miyagi's leg getting comfortable between his own. Shinobu's face flushed and he would have dropped the knife if Miyagi weren't holding it and his own hand together.

"What…" the boy started to ask, but was cut off when Miyagi blew in his ear.

"Hush, now, Shinobu-pon. We're going to start doing this together. I've let you do pretty much everything for the past month, now it's time to share the responsibility," Miyagi purred, rubbing his knee in a very inappropriate area.

"What the fuhh!" Shinobu could feel his crotch start to burn and he wanted to turn around and snap at his old man, but doing so would require the bastard to let go of him.

"Now, now, now, Shinobu, let's not cause a scene," Miyagi whispered, winking at Amano, who blushed and looked away.

"This is not the place, Miyagi," Shinobu hissed.

Miyagi chortled. "This is the easiest way for me to manipulate you into letting me help. Now, do you want to work on this together, so should I let everyone else here listen to you moan in a way that is very unbecoming of a student in a baking class?"

The blond gritted his teeth as he felt the knee cap graze his sac, but nodded. As much as he was going to kill Miyagi when they got home, even he knew that going further was a bad idea when there were so many people around. The man was a serious bastard though because now Shinobu was turned on and there was still an hour and a half left of class.

Yoh backed up, still keeping his hand on the knife within Shinobu's, and the two continued to cut strawberries, much cleaner.

Once the strawberries were cut, Shinobu continued on the rhubarb and Miyagi started to heat a pot of sugar and strawberries.

"Here," Shinobu said obediently, handing the cut rhubarb to Miyagi.

"Why don't you put them in the pan while I stir, Shinobu, and then I'll let you take over while I get the crust ready?"

This camaraderie continued on throughout the remainder of the lesson until a decent looking tart sat on a cooling rack on the counter.

"You two did a good job, Vanilla is impressed," Ichigo praised, all smiles.

"Who is Vanilla?" Shinobu had heard about such a person all night, but never saw anyone aside from Amano-san helping out.

"Oh! Um…" Ichigo stuttered slightly, blushed, and walked off to look at another tart.

"That one is weird, how old was she again?"

"Be nice, Shinobu, she may be young, but she knows what she's doing. Let's pack this thing up and take it home to eat."

Miyagi put the tart in the provided box and escorted his lover out of the building. Eventually their hands clasped and they continued toward the car touching one another, something they liked to do as often as possible. Silence continued as they got into the car and on the drive home. Shinobu was in contemplation, deep. He'd wanted to prove that he could do something himself, like the soufflé, but with Miyagi helping it was much easier to complete the dessert earlier. As much as he hated to admit it, his boyfriend was someone who he looked up to.

"Thank you, Miyagi," he mumbled, looking out the window.

"What for?" Miyagi kept his eyes trained on the road, but his hand, when not on the gear shift, was on Shinobu's knee. He gave a slight squeeze.

"If you hadn't been there, then I would have failed. You seem to be an extension of me that I need to keep from failing at this task."

The professor couldn't think of a reason why Shinobu was so hard on himself regarding cooking. He was practically a genius at almost everything he did, but creating edible foodstuffs seemed to be one thing that the kid looked down on himself about.

Miyagi pulled the car off and into the parking garage of their apartment building. Once they were in a space, he turned the ignition off and looked at his young lover.

"Shinobu-chin, you don't need to be perfect at everything. I told you, this is something we'll learn together," he admonished. "That means that you can rely on me and I'll rely on you."

The petite blond could feel tears in his eyes. Before meeting Miyagi he'd never really had much drive, but now the need to prove himself to his elder lover preyed on his psyche like a cancer.

Miyagi, almost having the ability to hear what his terrorist was thinking continued with his own thoughts. "You don't have to outdo me or try to prove yourself. I love you, just the way you are."

This confession, of course, caused Shinobu to start crying, though not loudly. Tears silently trekked their way down his cheeks and landed on his shirt to be absorbed by the material. Shinobu didn't have a chance to wipe them away before he felt Miyagi's thumbs wiping the tears away for him. He looked over at the man and blushed at the intimacy of the movement, but didn't remove his face; after all, he liked the feel of the man's fingers on his skin.

The raven-haired man smiled slightly and leaned in, placing a kiss on the younger man's nose. "We're in this together, from now on, Shinobu-chin." The boy nodded and allowed his face to be turned slightly so Miyagi could take his lips with his own. Within seconds the heat in his body skyrocketed as the kiss deepened and Shinobu melted at the warmth like so much butter in the sun.

He moved his body enough that he was able to sit atop the other's lap, one leg on either side. The steering wheel pushed into the small of his back.

"Shinobu?" The action perplexed Miyagi, especially since they were in a car and none of the windows were tinted.

"I've had a hard-on for two hours old man, take responsibility!" Shinobu grunted as he felt his manhood rub against his trousers.

Miyagi reached down and sure enough, the kid was ripe for the picking. He leaned in and kissed Shinobu who wrapped his arms around the older man and deepened the kiss, causing his erection to become more than uncomfortable. The idea that the boy had been in such a state the entire time they'd been working caused Miyagi to chuckle slightly, and Shinobu broke free for a moment.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"I am just picturing how easy you were to work with and now I know why," Miyagi giggled.

"I wasn't amiable because you decided to instigate sex while at the kitchens, I liked working with you," Shinobu growled. "It made me feel like I was important to you." His eyes narrowed and he pushed into the steering wheel.

The professor was having none of that and flipped the seat back, causing him to fall back and Shinobu to fall on top of him. He quickly wrapped the young man in a hug and started to run his fingers up and down the other's spine.

"Cut it out, Miyagi!" Shinobu barked, squirming, which only caused more friction on his already swollen member.

"Nope, you started this, I'm going to finish," Miyagi crooned, rolling the two of them to the back seat so he was now seated atop one little terrorist. Said boy was gazing up at Miyagi with wide eyes and the elder started to remove his tie.

"Like hell I started this, bastard. Who was the one who decided to use their knee to excite me in a completely inappropriate place?" he spit, but didn't struggle.

Miyagi leaned down and started to slowly undo the buttons on Shinobu's pants so he could free his prize. "You told me to take responsibility," he stated, bringing back memories of not too long ago and from over three years prior. "I aim to do just that," he said, freeing Shinobu from his confines. The younger man hissed at the cold air on his organ.

Moments later the professor's mouth found Shinobu's mouth and the two had a battle of tongues as clothes were removed and naked bodies started to mold into one. Each part of Shinobu's skin burned with desire at the touch of Miyagi's skilled person. He loved the feel of the man as they made love. Their passion ended up steaming up the car windows and as such, after the first round, a second round ensued in which Shinobu rode Miyagi to the point where they both collapsed in exhaustion.

"I love you, Miyagi," Shinobu mumbled from his position on top of the man. Their legs entwined around one another, arms holding one another like if they let go one or the other would disappear.

"I love you too, brat," Miyagi said, pulling his jacket from the floor and covering the two of them. It didn't take long for the two, still attached to one another from various points of their anatomies, to fall asleep.

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After a few hours sleep, or at about one in the morning, two disheveled men finally made it back to the apartment, fully clothed, but looking as if they'd been in a wrestling match. Miyagi opened the door to the apartment and held it open for Shinobu to enter. Once both were inside they made their way to the kitchen.

"We should eat it now, Shinobu, we worked hard on that thing," Miyagi said when Shinobu tried to put it away.

"How am I going to enjoy it when I'm hardly awake?" the kid asked, eyes half closed.

Miyagi pulled two cake forks from the drawer and walked over to where his sleepy terrorist was about ready to pass out. He pulled the youth into his arms and kissed him senseless.

"I can't do it anymore right now, Miyagi," Shinobu complained. "I'm too tired."

The professor shook his head and smiled. "Okay, Shinobu, let's go to bed and we can eat it for breakfast in a few hours." He put the cake away and wrapped an arm around the kid and led him to the bedroom. They were both sweaty from their previous activities in the car, but Shinobu didn't seem to care. He'd have fallen asleep in his clothes had Miyagi not stripped him. The elder decided not to bother with putting sleep clothes on either, so he too remained naked as they climbed into bed and fell asleep in each other's arms for the second time.

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Miyagi woke to Shinobu making a figure eight around his pectorals. He eyed the boy with a smile; they'd both need one hell of a shower.

"Good morning, Shinobu," Miyagi whispered, ruffling the boy's messed up hair. He tried to roll over, but Shinobu stopped him.

"Don't go yet. Let's just stay here for a while longer."

There was no arguing such a cute request, so Miyagi turned so he could hold his terrorist to his chest. Shinobu's ear could hear the other's heartbeat and it brought a faint smile to his lips. He moved his head slightly and kissed the skin over where Miyagi's heart lay.

"If you do that kind of stuff, Shinobu," Miyagi groaned, trying to wake up, "then we're going to have a problem."

"Like I care, we can go again," the boy replied. As if to prove his point he grabbed hold of two slack appendages and started to jerk them off together. Miyagi's head rolled back in his head and he held on tighter. Non-penetrative sex wasn't something they did very often, but he was perfectly happy to let the brat have his way this time.

While Shinobu worked their lower halves, Miyagi ran his leg up and down the back of his lover's own, and kissed the boy, catching all the moans the younger man emitted. He was in absolute heaven as he felt the boy's fingers on him and he vowed to return the favor at a later time.

Within twenty minutes both had come and were basking in the afterglow of a third round of lovemaking in a very short time frame.

Shinobu wound his body around Miyagi's before asking a very soft question. "You don't think we do that too much, do you?"

That was a rather interesting question. Before Shinobu'd come into his life Miyagi'd had sex sporadically. Now it was an ever day, if not more than every day, but more than once a day, occurrence. He had to admit, it was something he'd really miss if it stopped. It actually surprised him that someone of his age was so active.

"Having sex is something you do with someone you love, Shinobu, you should know this."

"I'm not stupid, old man, I know that," the boy snapped. "I just don't want to do something that causes you any sort of discomfort." Shinobu was of the same mind as Miyagi, he'd miss it if they slowed down or stopped too. When the elder held him close, he felt complete.

Miyagi thought back to a corny line he'd heard of on an American television show once. He'd be sure to catch quite a bit of grief for it, after Shinobu cried. "This is something people do when they love each other so much, it's the only natural way of expressing it." And there he felt it, the tears leaking from Shinobu's eyes and collecting on his chest. "Why don't we go taste that tart, then we can take a shower together?" The boy only nodded.

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Completely naked and without a care in the world, two grown men sat in the kitchen together eating the tart they'd made in class the night before. The box had been overturned at some point, so it didn't look much like a tart. Instead, when the box had been open, the tart looked more like someone had taken an ice cream scoop to a pie and dished it out that way. It didn't matter though, because the dessert actually tasted rather good.

"We did a good job, kid." Miyagi smiled and ruffled Shinobu's hair before reaching down and stealing the boy's bite before it reached Shinobu's mouth. Miyagi leaned back, grinning at the scowl his terrorist was sending his way.

"That wasn't nice, Miyagi," Shinobu scolded with no heart. They'd been acting like a couple of little kids for the entire morning. He'd never admit how much he enjoyed getting to laugh when he was around the man with ebony hair.

Miyagi put his fork in front of Shinobu's mouth and offered him a bite. Shinobu opened his mouth, but Miyagi took the morsel instead, an impish grin on his face. This was a cheeky part of Miyagi Shinobu didn't get to see very often, and he loved it since he still wanted to be a part of all that was Miyagi, not just certain aspects.

Shinobu took another bite with his fork and intentionally left a bit of it on the corner of his lips. He was baiting the man, he knew, but he also knew that it would end up with him and Miyagi embracing one another again. Four times, or more, in twenty-four hours was going to be a record; one that he intended to break later on.

Of course Miyagi took the bait, which ended up exactly the way Shinobu had wanted. Miyagi took him on the counter, then carried the horny boy to the bathroom where they went at it again. Both ended up calling in sick that day since it was clear that what they really needed was one another.

After another time on the sofa, which ended with them wrapped in each other's arms, again, Miyagi took a deep breath of Shinobu's hair and sighed. "Shinobu-chin, I don't mind making this a habit of ours, but you're going to have to pick a day that doesn't affect work in the future."

The terrorist glared at his partner. "It's not my fault you're a horny old man. The next time we go I'm going to take your ass."

Miyagi coughed and sat up with a start; Shinobu fell to the floor. That was a rather unexpected turn of events. Never in the course of their relationship had Shinobu wanted to be the seme in the group.

"You look like a shy virgin, Miyagi," Shinobu scoffed, not realizing the thought process going through the elder's head.

"I guess I am," Miyagi breathed. After all, he'd been straight before Shinobu'd come into his life.

It wasn't that Shinobu didn't know that, but it was the first time it had been spoken between the two. That would mean, if he took Miyagi, then they would have been the first for each other. That idea made him feel closer to Miyagi than he had before.

"Is that something you want, Shinobu?" Miyagi could feel his heart beating in his ears. This was how it felt when he and Shinobu had come together for the first time; maybe it was time for them to come together in another way.

Shinobu nodded. "Please, Miyagi."

There was no way he could deny his terrorist such a request. Miyagi stood up and helped Shinobu off the floor, where he'd fallen after Miyagi had sat up quickly earlier. "Let's go to the bedroom then. It's my first time."

A blush came over Shinobu as he realized the step he'd just taken. Little did he know that once he made love to Miyagi, he'd feel more complete than before. Likewise, Miyagi would feel the same way.

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Author's Note

Amano Ichigo is the main protagonist from the series mentioned before in this series.

The phrase Miyagi speaks of regarding making love being the natural way of expressing love is from a television show called Quantum Leap.