The teensighed, slightly dejected about the current happenings, Raine suggested, a bit out of character, that they all take a vacation and disband for a few days. Raine, going to the Ruins, Genis to Triet, Lloyd to Dirk's house, Collete to Iselia, Presea to Ozette, Sheena to Mizuho, Zelos to Meltikio, Regal to Altamira, and Marta to Palmacosta. Emil sighed, once again, walking up to the back entrance of Luin from near Lake Sinoa. Marta hadn't wanted to leave the boy along, pleading to Raine that everyone didn't have to completely separate, thereby making her enforce a rule that if anyone were to meet on purpose they'd get a personal specialized meal from her. Although this was extreme blackmail, knowing that for some reason everyone was afraid of her cooking, they vowed not to even look one anothers direction if they happened to be around each other. Although he agreed, he didn't really liike the idea of being completely separated either. It made him...nostalgic? Lethargic? It made him feel...lonely, like he used to be. In the very town he had almost no choice but to go to. Luin was the cause of all his hell growing up and he just slightly wondered if anyone had really changed their minds about him.

His feet softly padded against the wooden walkway over the glistening waters, Emil taking as long as possible to enter the city, stopping to lean over the railing as stare at the crystalline water, chin propped up on his hand, supported by his elbow against the wood and his other arm drooping lazily against the railing. A ball came flying his way, and due to battle instincts, he caught it without paying it much attention. He turned with an uninterested face to see the twin bullies he'd once been in encounters with. They both stopped at noting his presence as he looked to them, not expecting much. He sighed, turning towards them, figuring it was still just as much as he imagined.

"Sorry...I didn't really mean to catch it but I see your don't want it back now..."

"...n-no...that's not it." The twin in red, Dida, mumbled. His brother scratched his head, looking just as...something as his brother...Emil couldn't quite place how the were looking at him. It was very out of place on them so he couldn't pinpoint what it was...

"W-well...it's more like...well it's that..." The blue twin, Moll, murmured, rubbing the back of his head.

"We're sorry!" They both yelled, bowing slightly with their eyes clenched tightly.

"W...Wha?" Emil questioned while back-stepping as he usually did when in a shocked state, obviously disbelieving what he just heard and nearly dropped the ball in the process.

"Yeah...everyone was always scared of you and always said to stay away from you so..." Moll trailed, looking off to the distance.

"Oh..."

"But...yeah...we're...kinda sorry..." Dida finished.

"Yeah...Sorry..." the blue twin added in. Emil couldn't help a smile that came to his face. This was so reversed it was just sorta funny! As if to prove that point, he began laughing, lightly but still laughing nonetheless. They looked at him questionably before he shook his head at them.

"Ah nothing...just a bit of irony..." he chuckled once more. He then held his hand out, offering the ball back. Dida, after taking the ball back, tossed it up and down then spun it on his finger.

"Y'know you can play with us if ya want...we don't mind." he, indirectly yet directly, asking Emil to join them, smiling a Lloyd-like smile.

"I'd love to!" he himself smiled, eyes shining with a hidden happiness. Suddenly, he tilted his head with a slightly smaller smile. "Buuuut...I have to go home first...I'll see if I can after that!" he chimed, in hopes he could actually join them, seeing as they'd be his first friends in Luin. "See ya!" he saluted, waving as he took the highest path in town, leading to the beginning of the city. As he walked up the sloped hill, a couple of kids in a game of chase ran around him.

"Oh, it's Emil!" A little blond noted.

"Hi!" the brunette giggled, greeting the boy as they weren't far off from catching the other child. He gave them a small wave as they ran off to play in front of the 'Lloyd the Great' fountain. Walking down the stairs past the armor shop and the statue of Sheena, the rounded the corner to the Inn, slightly wary of going up there. He then shook the fear out his head. He's changed from how he used to be. Dida and Moll changed. The people in town haven't said a bad thing to him or stared him strange for the most part so maybe...maybe they'd keep their promise to accept him into the family... He stepped up the stairs, creaking the door open slowly.

"Umm...Aunt Flora? Uncle Alba?"

"Emil!" his aunt exclaimed, the vase slipping from her hands. With a running start he barely caught it, placing it back on the table from which he knew she got it. "Y...you're back!"

"Umm...yeah...is something wrong? Should I...not have...come back?" he found himself drumming his fingertips on the table, tucking his chin into his scarf and clenching it, staring at the light colored wood looking more than dejected. She placed a hand on his shoulder, his eyes sifting up to look at her. As with the twins, he was surprised to see her smiling at him.

"No, not at all. It's just that I and your uncle were planning to go to Altamira just now for some business and a little relax time."

"Oh yeah! I've been there before. That place is pretty fun! You can go to the amusement park in the day and the Casino at night. You can go to the beach at anytime too but they don't like to let you do it much when it's dark and...why are you smiling like that?" He suddenly asked, finally noticing the facial gesture of the woman in the room. She laughed a little, rubbing his arm a bit seeing as she still held her hand there.

"Seems like you had fun when you were there. Also, you haven't apologized a single time you've been standing here..."

"Well it wasn't fun until a different time we went...the first few times they tried to kill us.." he mumbled more to himself than her, her eyes widening with his statement.

"What?"

"Huh? Oh, nothing really."

"Hmm...? I see but you caught us at a bad time... Would you like to come with us?"

"As much as I want to...I can't..."

"Why?"

"There's a likely chance that if I go there within the next week I could get poisoned when I return back to the others..."

"W-What?" her eyes widened again. "Your friends are trying to kill you?"

"N-no! That's not it! I'm sure Raine meant that as a joke anyway!"

"...the woman that statue is based on near the mayor's house?"

"The very one!" he giggled. She placed a hand on her chin.

"I thought she was the healer...why would she threaten to poison you?"

"Ah..not really poisoning but she's a bit of a horrible cook." he laughed off. His aunt stared at him momentarily busting out laughing. Emil blinked before joining her in laughter.

"Emil!" they both turned to Alba, an expression similar to Flora's earlier on.

"Y-yes?"

"It's just a little surprising to see you here...not that it's bad..."

"Oh."

"It seems he'll be house-sitting for us Alba. Emil, could you help us take these bags downstairs? Oh but come to think of it, you'll need to go buy some food...we're basically out, is that a problem? Do you need some Gald?"

"N-no! I have enough! Thanks Aunt Flora." he leaned down, picking up what looked to be her bag due to the floral designs, and took another bag as well and headed out the door. They both looked at him as he continued by his way. Figuring he carriage near the entrance of the own was for his guardians, he trotted over, asked to be sure and placed the baggage inside. He quickly went up the stairs, taking the bags from his uncle and adding them to the others. When he turned around again, they were standing behind him. "Yes?"

"Wow..." Alba murmured to himself.

"...what?"

"How strong are you now?"

"Uh..." not really knowing the answer to he question, he slightly shrugged, looking up in slight thought. "Haven't really noticed...why do you ask?"

"If you would've tried that before you probably would've fallen down the stairs...and if I had, I'd probably be in back pain right now..." the blond giggled at that, being surprised that Alba pat his head lightly and then his shoulder. "Suppose it isn't a bad thing either. Take care of the house..." he smirked, sliding into the backseat of the carriage. His aunt leaned his head down, giving him a small peck on the forehead.

"Take care of yourself too...goodbye Emil." she saluted, climbing into the vehicle next to her husband, right after her closing the door, the contraption taking off. He couldn't help a small smile. With all that, they almost seemed like his parents. He stepped back into town with that thought in mind as he headed back up the stairs to actually see what all food was left in the house. Well...as she aid it really was almost devoid of all food so he just headed to the shop below the mayor's house buying things from amangos to strawberries, milk to meats, bell peppers to tomatoes, barley rice to tuna and plenty of the other things in between. As he nearly lugged the bags back across town, a random woman approached him.

"I think that friend of yours in town!" she giggled. A panicked thought crossed his mind ashe mumbled a quick thank you and walked off. Although he appreciated the warning, it was very vague. Which friend was it? Which ever it was was going to get them in trouble, that was for sure. He reached the inn, heading up the stairs until one of his bags ripped from being stretched to the limit with edible products. His eyes widened, immediately remembering what was in that bag as things began tumble over the banister.

"The eggs!" he shouted. Hearing someone is distress, the one passing under quickly reacted, catching said items. the problem was, that person was only expecting to catch eggs, not half of the food pyramid. Random fruits and vegetables slightly pummeled the man who crouched down, covering the delicate item considerably. The blonde rested the bags on the stairs and ran down quickly. "Oh no! Sorry! Sorry! I am soo sorry! Are you okay?" although he was talking to the other person, his focus was on the ground, checking for yellow and clear liquids. Seeing none, he exhaled in relief.

"I'm fine and it's okay..." the man shook his head, still havng his eyes closed from covering them for protection. He may have had glasses but they didn't block everything...

"Oh, umm thank you." the boy mumbled, taking off his scarf and placing it on the ground and placing a few fruits and vegetables on top of it. The man, finally opening his eyes, took note of the cloth and eyed it warily, find it extremely familiar. He shrugged off the thought, picking up a carrot and placing it with the rest of the items. Looking from scarf to ground to random item, he noticed the gloves of the helper. An orange...a unmistakable shade of it too...he arched a brow at it, touching the hand of the other subconsciously.

"...what is it?" the person mindlessly asked, flinching under the contact. That was when the lemon haired boy's lime eyes widened.

"Richter!" he nearly yelled, looking up for the first time. Jade eyes looked through the Dual Blaze and sifted through mahogany bangs.

"Emil?" he blinked, suddenly clutching to the Kirima he held in his hand.

"What are you doing here?" they asked in unison, Richter immediately repositioning his glasses after that with a slight bit if frustration. Emil, finding that cute seeing that it wasn't an angry frustration but something else, giggled at the man who now looked directly at him.

"Well, Raine told us all to take a break and go home so here I am in Luin." Emil confessed, continuing to pile up th dropped produce. "What about you?"

"I had no real reason...I was just nearby and a gut feeling told me to come into town..."

"Wow...that's a incredible coincidence..." Emil mumbled. Although that was in fact the truth, Richter seemed to think there was a bit of sarcasm in the way that was worded.

"So you're saying that you think I came here, just to see you?"

"No...but that's a nice thought..." his eyes lowered slightly, an almost flawless mask of a smile across his face, which had clearly been seen through.

"Ah..." it was silent for a moment as that last item was placed in the wrap, the half-elf sighed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to say it as if I wouldn't have visited you..." he adjusted his glasses again, sensing that he had disappointed the other just a moment ago. He heard Emil laugh weakly as he folded the scarf around itself a couple times.

"It's okay...it's...okay" he mumbled that last bit to himself. Richter uprighted himself, chancing a look at Emil. It was risky but he had to. Even if it sounded convincing, those big green eyes would be the windows to the truth. Just a moments glance and as he thought, he had hurt the others feelings unintentionally. He sighed, hefting up the scarf-bundle with out hand and still holding until the eggs with the other. "What are you doing?"

"I believe you said that professor sent you here to relax...why are you carrying so many bags? Can't your aunt and uncle do it themselves?"

"Oh, about that. You see..."

.xXxXx. S.y.M.p.H.o.N.i.A. .xXxXx.

"So...you're house-sitting...interesting..." Richter mumbled, gloved finger against his bottom lip as he sat at the table, now inside the house after carrying in the groceries. During the process, a couple of things had been explained to him. "Well, it's also nice that the people in town aren't scared of you anymore but don't let that fool you. Continue to keep your guard up. No one changes that suddenly."

"You're saying that to a person who switches personalities mid-battle." he giggled in response. Richter, having been one upped by that, shook his head to himself. "You hungry?"

"A bit...why do you ask?"

"Why do I-because I'm about to cook, silly." earning his interest, Ricther walked into the kitchen area, watching as the other grabbed a couple pots and a skillet, placing them on the counter. He poured the dried out rice and some water in the rice cooker and set that on before going to one of the pots and filling it with water. Pulling out a few tomatoes, he peeled them and began mashing up the naked product in a bowl, soon adding it and some salt to the boiling water. For the last pot, he began chopping up carrots, potatoes, onions, peppers and meats, putting the latter in the sizzling pan as the formers was tossed in the hot H20. While those boiled, he stir fried the meat to a mostly cooked point, before adding that to the boiling vegetables. Using the peels of the tomatoes, he mashed those together to make a smaller batch of sauce that was thicker, even to view. He dumped that in the pot, watching the water start to thin out the paste, he smiled, backing up...into the chest of a very calm but eagerly observing observer. "Uh-uh...R-Richter?"

"You're doing well. Please, continue..." he mumbled, his figure hovering over the other as if he were a personal cooking show. Emil found himself blushing. One because he'd gotten compliment. Normally, he would just take it in stride but because this was Richter Abend, one or the most unpalatable creatures on this earth that gave him said compliment, it made him light up on the inside. The other reason for blushing was clearly due to the close contact. Any other time they've stood this close was when... His blush worsened, lighting him up on the outside as well. Swallowing rather hard, he nodded to the man's request and continued about his process. "If you don't mind my asking, why haven't you taken that pan off the stove yet?"

"Glad you asked..." taking half the rice out the rice cooker, he put it into the meat sauce and began to fry that as well, adding in some white satay, stirring it all as the white rice then turned brown, an apetizing arouma of varieties hitting the elder dead on.

"Mmm..." the half-elf mumbled. It wasn't of disapproval yet it wasn't very intelligible, Emil mentally laughing at the thought of the other being speechless. Grabbing a saucer, the younger ladled a bit of soup into it, taking a sip accordingly. Nudging the red-haired man out of his trance, he held the little plate of red liquid to him. Bringing his mind back, leaning over the others shoulder, he sampled the liquid, wondering how Emil even made the soup taste that good with close to no real ingredients in it but eventually pulled away from the liquid that was teasing his appetite. "Yes, that is good..."

"Okay. I'm goin-Ouch!" the boy seethed, clenching one eye shut. The dual blade-man quickly searched him over, noting the remaining soup in the little plate had spilled down his arm, red streaking across semi-tanned skin, his gloves were removed for the cooking process so there was nothing there to protect his skin. Richter wrapped one arm around the boy, grabbing the burning arm on it's respective side. "Richter?" Raising the arm up a little higher, he then began to lick the trails of fleeting soup. "R-R-Richter!" he couldn't help but stutter. After lapping up the last trail, he hugged the other from behind.

"It really is delicious...it shouldn't go to waste..." he mumbled, almost a whisper into the others ear. Trying to ignore the other to the best of his ability, Emil turned off the burner to the soup and the curry, seeing as he had to put the finishing touches to the rice stir fry. As he was spooning around the rice, he felt a sudden light nibble against his neck, continuous, teasing little bites. If it weren't for the possibility of burnt rice, he would've given in at that moment but that didn't stop the slight tremble it gave him. "Emil..."

"N-no...stop that!" he accidentally whined, his eyes closed being focus on trying to distract himself seeing as the cooking was starting not to be enough.

"But Emil..." he then slightly chuckled, "I'm hungry..."

"B-but the food's a-almost done..."

"I'm aware but...I'm also hungry for something else..." if the redhead wouldn't been biting his neck a moment ago, he probably would've thought he wanted to eat a certain recipe but no...the older of them had more thoughts than food on the brain. "I have a hard time focusing around you it seems..."

"Mmm-mmhn...but, please let go...you h-have to e-eat food first..." the boy argued again, although it sounded like more of a pleading. Smirking to himself, Richter did as told, releasing the boy and choosing to stand at his side, watching him put together the meal as a whole. Taking out a couple bowls, he made a small mountain of fried rice in the middle of each one before adding a sea of tomato soup around it. Looking over, he smiled. "Fried rice soup..." Then he grabbed a small jar, shaking it onto one bowl's soup. "A bit of sage for yours..." he then moved to grab two plates, leveling out the regular rice unto it then going to the pot and dishing out the mixed substance. "Curry and rice...and soon we can have some fruit juice. Just a second..." It was an odd machine to Richter, seeing as he eyed it blankly. "It's a juicer. What fruit do you like?"

"Amango...melon..." he mumbled, vaguely remembering the items that attacked him earlier that day. Emil smiled.

"I'll add pineapple to that and we'll see how it'll taste!" he added the ingredients as the elder decided to move the food to the table, making two trips for the curry and rice. The little blonde joining with juice a moment later as they sat across from each other at the table.

"Thank you for the food, Emil."

"Sure!" he smiled as they ate the home-meal in front of them. A little while into eating however, Richter, albeit embarrassed, asked for a second helping, causing Emil to laugh but giving him more food nonetheless. After finishing his second serving, they placed the dishes in the sink to be washed later.

"Would it be shameful if I were to say that that had actually been the best meal I've had?"

"N...no...just a bit surprising." he mumbled back, starting to run the water...which was promptly shut off by Richter. "...what?"

"You were supposed to be relaxing and it's bad enough you had to cook us dinner. I'll...take care of it. Go take a break somewhere..."

"Ah...ok..." although he felt a bit put off, something in himself found it nice that Richter was actually being more thoughtful of him. He simply walked to his room and left the other to finish up. After going in the room, he began to strip his clothing to change into some pajamas, finding them quickly, he slid on the mint green shirt, leaving it unbuttoned down the front. Satisfied with that as it was, as he was about to slide on the pants he was held securely by the wrists from behind.

"Seems like I caught you at a good time..." came the husky statement next to his ear.

"You're done already?" he quickly asked, referring more to the wet hands on his wrists.

"A couple of dishes and silverware are easy to clean and the food is still in the pots so..." Emil mentally sighed. He'd have to teach Richter the meaning of Tupperware but that clearly wasn't been accomplished tonight...

"Umm...Richter?"

"Sit on the bed Emil..."

"Ah...okay..." he timidly did as told, having the other sit behind him. Placing his head on the blonde's shoulder, he began to embrace him again.

"Have I ever truly focused on you at times like these?"

"I'm not sure what you mean..."

"Hmm...okay then, I'll show you. I'll be doing it all for you today..."

"Wha-" he started but soon turned into a gasp as Richter began to rub the midsection of the navy blue boxers. "Ah-ah Richter!" he nearly yelled as the man applied more pressure in palming the boy's growing erection. He continued egging to member out to it's full length, the boy shivering slightly in his arms. Emil called the others name again as the head of his penis was grabbed with Richter's free hand and he lightly gripped it on and off while still executing his previous ministrations. "Nnngn, if you keep doing that I'll-"

"Yes...I know..." And with that, he began to bite lightly against his neck like earlier on when he'd been cooking. Becoming over-stimulated, the teen groaned, the man knowing full why. The blond's member was telling it all. Freeing the organ from it's cloth prison and with a particular hard bite, Emil came, the cream streams mostly ruining the blue cloth and covering quite a bit of the others hand. Licking a bit of it from his hand, the dual blade-man simply replied: "Mmm...first one..." having had leaned back for support, Emil panted a bit erratically.

"First...what?" he asked after his mind was able to process things again. Instead of answering, Richter gave Emil's cock a quick squeeze, marking the second round of this process.

"You'e still hard..." was all the man muttered, rubbing his thumb around the base of Emil's second head. His panting got worse as he moaned into the touch, Richter now smirking by the younger's ear. As he then started a churning motion with the item in his hand, he began to whisper into the ear closest to him. Not words but noises, small grunts from his focus on his task, little hisses to tease the ear and add to the feeling in his nether region, heavy breathing for pure arousal. Emil's head was spinning, not able to focus on anything but breathing through his moans. He felt paralyzed by the pleasure, being able to do nothing but sit there and take it, except for his body's hip bucks into the others hand, his way of non-verbally telling him to pump him harder. Each time Richter responded, gripping it just a bit tighter, his rough hands and to the sweet friction Emil desired. Without as much warning as before, Emil found himself bursting, his spunk landing against his own stomach. Again, his breathing was sporadic as Richter released him, leaning him back against the headboard. "That was two..."

"Why are...you...counting that?" he managed in between breaths. Smirking, he simply replied:

"I want to remember the number of times I make you cum tonight." if he wasn't blushing hard enough before, he sure was now. Richter, after walking around it, crawled up the bed, stopping right before Emil and leaning lower...

"R-Richter! A-are you-"

"I don't see the problem...you did this for me before. Besides...I'm slightly interested..." that smirk of challenge never leaving his lips. Quite speechless after that statement plus that look, the blonde left the elder to do what he was going to do. The redhead leaned down once again, tongue actually making contact this time, causing Emil to flinch. That was hotter than he expected, the very same heat that enveloped the head of Emil's dick, seeing as Richter placed said item in into his mouth and was twirling his tongue around it. The teen's eyes shut, he just breathed shallowly and clenching the sheets, resisting his body's to either buck up or push Richter's head down. Soon enough and on his own, Richter slid his mouth down the rod, adjusting to the feel of it as the teen was adjusting to the heat of it. It seemed to burn and yet it was one of the best things he'd ever felt. The half-elf soon found himself able to make a good pace, wrapping his tongue around the width on the way down and dragging his teeth along it on the way up. With the mewls the blonde were giving him, he figured he was doing a damn good job of something.

"Ah aaaaaah..." he moaned, gripping the sheets a bit harder than before. "Ri...Rich-nngn!" They both winced a bit, Emil becoming quite tired due to his multiple climaxes as the man did due the the liquid quickly flooding his mouth. As Richter leaned away swallowing down what was already in his mouth, the last stream of Emil's orgasm shot out, landing effectively against a tanned cheek and part of the lens to his glasses. As he sat up, Emil blushed furiously when seeing the other remove his glasses. "S-sorry!"

"That wasn't your fault, a miscalculation of mine." He rubbed the substance off his face unto his palm. "That makes three as it were... As much as I would love continue, a certain need of my own threatens to burn me alive..." he groaned, sitting on his knees and breathing a bit heavily. Emil, figuring what was wrong even without looking, said something that urged on the private thoughts of the man in front of him.

"It's okay! You don't have to focus on me anymore."

"So what do you suppose I do?"

"Do whatever you want."

"Does that include with you?"

"Uh...sure. Why not?"

"I see..." a sudden smile crossed his face, slightly worrying the teen. "Turn around...on your knees if you may..." Emil complied, his back facing Richter. "Not exactly right...relax your arms..." The teen blinked, confused, then did so almost immediately figuring out what he looked like from that angle and blushing. Using the teen's essence from his cheek and glasses, he rubbed around the tight ring of muscle, using the rest to coat his own member."Be still a moment, okay?" The blond just nodded. Aligning himself up to Emil's entrance, he held firm to the others hips, pushing in a bit slowly. A little grunt of discomfort but it was quickly silenced. The redhead slid in and out a few times to test the waters. Just as he thought, only a momentary pain. That smile was there again although the other couldn't see it. "I'll ask you this one last time. Are you sure you're allowing me to do whatever I want with you?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Okay..." And with that, he yanked Emil back, slamming their hips together, forcing Emil to arch his back down and his pressing his face more into the covers. That surprised him, sure enough but he still wasn't expecting what Richter was really going to do. The half-elf began to yank the blond to his hips over and over, mock thrusts if you want to call it that as said blonde gripped the sheets a bit tighter. He was starting to move in harder than normal to the tanned hips of the other, Richter was putting more force, power with his pulling. Adjusting to the new force, he had a small frown from a bit of discomfort again. All but suddenly, Richter added a real thrust into his pulling pattern, which almost tripled to force. Lime eyes shot open, clearly not expecting that. It was when it happened again he figured out why the half-elf questioned him once more before actually doing it. This would probably hurt...or leave him sore as hell... Continuing to slam their hips together at that pace, a slapping noise rang out over and over, the slight squelch of him sliding in and out, the heavy pants of the teen screwing his eyes shut, slight tears cresting them, the gutteral grunts, heaves and pants of the redhead all filled the room.

"Ric-Hter! To-Oo Ha-Ard!" Emil finally managed out, his face being shoved into the mattress from the sheer power of the pumps. The broken english in Emil's sentences, fueling a slight urge to go even harder but more than that...to find that place again... After a couple more power thrusts, the teen's voice rang out and as far Richter was concerned, it was a bell ringing off that he'd found what he'd been looking for. Pulling back on the slightly reddened hips even faster, he hit that spot again, more force than the last as well as the scream being even louder than the last. The half-elf continued this, slamming that same soft spot over and over again to the point Emil couldn't even scream anymore. If Richter could see him completely right now, he would've seen the boy taken over by complete pleasure, eyes slightly rolled back, a small puddle of drool forming under his cheek on the sheets due to the power of the thrust and the blonde's inability to stop smiling in his lust filled state, his toes curled up and his fingers gripping the covers so hard his knuckles were white. He'd came once already during this whole situation and was nearing another, just as Richter was holding out, biding his time for his own orgasm that wasn't far off at all.

"E-Emil!" came his shout, finally succumbing to his own pleasure, releasing off his seed into the little Knight of Ratatosk, who in turn arched up, unable to even yell, shot out his own essence against the sheets. Richter stopped himself from collapsing unto Emil but instead climbed off it, taking the younger boy off with him, yanking the first soiled up sheet off and unto the floor,then deciding to place them both on top of it again. "So that makes four..."

"...fi...ve..." Emil murmured between his pants, able to regain his voice after so long.

"Five?"

"Yes...on another note...you like hard sex?" of course, he asked the question with that voice of innocence that was Emil's. Richter found himself laughing.

"I suppose you could say that..."

"Ughn...that hurt though...I don't think I can do that again...at least not for a while-oh no..."

"What?"

"Ratatosk says he's gonna kill you..."

"...let him try...but for now..." he grabbed the teen's face and kissed him, laying a hand on his chest right under that ever familiar star shaped scar. "Get some rest..."

"You stopped me from doing that in the first place." Emil teased back, already drifting off.

"True...but ah well...good night Emil..."

"Night Richter..."

A/N: lol and again they fall asleep next to each other, ACTUAL Emil this time XDD and Ratatosk is pissed. You should know why if you read the last chapter. And And actual stupid game reference. "well you see...*fade out, fade in and the person magically understands" XDDD another thing, also noticed that even emil's colors set him up for yaoi. yellow hair: Lemon + Green eyes: Lime + Spell Emil backwards: Lime XDDD but you still gotta love him and as for you guys, hoped you enjoyed the new chapter! I wrote it kinda well for being sick...*has an annoying cold* leave me loving reviews lol

~Ruru out