It's been a while since I posted the first couple of chapters, yes, I know. But I've had homework like you wouldn't believe. It's seriously like flying out of my ass. Busy school year. But I finished the last half of this chapter in like, a day, so hopefully inspiration strikes for next chapter and I get it done quickly. Don't forget to review! I love reviews! Enjoy this chapter, there will be smut in the next one! I promise~

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The next evening, at sharply 5:00PM, Itsuki left for Kyon's place, the thoughts from the previous days still not sorted out in his busy head. He slipped on his shoes as he pulled his gray jacket over his button-up powder blue T-shirt, and he pulled his messenger bag onto his shoulder, the bag now full of clothes and a sleeping bag instead of the usual books, so it was fuller and heavier than normal.

He then set out at his front door, making sure to lock it behind him, and he made his way onto the cement path in the overcast day, beginning his walk to the train station. The fact that they would all be sleeping in the same room bothered him, but what could he do? Haruhi was the one calling the shots. If she wanted him there, he had to go.

It was an otherwise uneventful trip to Kyon's house, and when he arrived, he took a deep breath before ringing the doorbell of the tiny building. He could feel his heart beating, and gulped down the saliva in his mouth as the door opened.

Kyon was the one to open the door. He was wearing pajama pants and a dark red T-shirt, a few sizes too big apparently. Itsuki couldn't help but make the observation that he looked good in pajamas, as opposed to the school uniform he usually saw him in.

"Hey, Koizumi," he said, sounding bored and uninterested in general. "You're the last one."

Itsuki nodded. "Hello, Kyon-kun," he said with his usual smile.

"Come in," he said, stepping aside so Itsuki could get around him, and Itsuki complied by stepping into the small house.

"Thanks," Itsuki said softly, slipping off his shoes next to the other pairs of shoes in the entryway. As soon as his shoes were off he heard quite a loud calling of his name, and turned his head just in time to see Haruhi running his way.

"You're finally here, Koizumi-kun!" she exclaimed, stopping in her tracks as Itsuki smiled, and the three teenagers began to make their way to the den, where sat Yuki and Mikuru. Yuki, as usual, was reading a book, and Mikuru was sitting on her knees at the small table, her hands folded and a shy smile on her lips.

"Welcome, Koizumi-kun," she said quietly.

"Thank you, hello, Asahina-san, Nagato-san," Itsuki responded, noticing the other bags were laying on the couch and placing his in the pile.

Mikuru and Yuki were both already in their sleepwear. Yuki was in a pale green nightgown, reaching to about her knees, and Mikuru was in pink PJs with long sleeves and pants. Haruhi was wearing a slightly more daring nightgown, dark blue with spaghetti straps and just barely covering the most important parts. A normal teenage boy would've been gawking at her, but Itsuki just strode past.

"Koizumi-kun, why don't you go change into your PJs?" Haruhi asked him excitedly, grabbing his arm.

"Oh, sure, I guess so," Itsuki responded, not really caring either way. His pajama pants were a little bit looser than he preferred, but as he began changing in Kyon's bathroom, he started to care less and less. It was finally coming to mind that he was at Kyon's house right now, changing into his pajamas, so he, Kyon, and the girls could have a slumber party. He'd been thinking of it before, but that was before he arrived. Now that he was here, it was a very sobering thought.

Itsuki quickly changed out of his shorts and shirt, and slipped quickly into the loose-fitting T-shirt and pajama bottoms he'd brought with him.

Upon exiting the bathroom, Itsuki found the scene before him to be quickly filling him with dread. He wanted to run back into the bathroom and hide, as while he was in the bathroom, Haruhi had taken out five popsicle sticks and was already marking them with numbers. He'd almost completely forgotten about the fact that Haruhi had been planning the king game, and seeing that they would actually play was quite a surprise-- nay, a shock-- to Itsuki.

"Koizumi-kun!" Haruhi exclaimed, dropping the sticks number-side-down into a small plastic cup. Itsuki swallowed nervously, a little afraid of the consequences of this game.

Itsuki glanced over at Kyon. The other man looked like he was dreading this game with all his heart, damning it all the way to hell and back. This made Itsuki's mind race; what was Kyon thinking about? Why was he dreading this game so much?

Haruhi continued what she was saying before, "Koizumi-kun, come sit down! We're just about to start playing the King's Game!"

Itsuki would've objected, but he knew better, so he sat on the couch next to Kyon. To Itsuki's dismay, though, there was a whole couch cushion between them. The girls were all sitting around the coffee table, on the floor, and Haruhi held the small green cup in which resided the sticks that would surely be Itsuki's downfall.

The energetic brunette held out the cup for all to take a stick. Itsuki was last, and he took his stick with caution, glancing at it quickly before covering his number with his hand. He'd drawn number 3, and he wondered who had drawn king.

Next Itsuki heard a groan come from beside him, and it startled him a little. It was Kyon, and he held up a stick with the Roman letter "K" on it.

"Kyon, you're the king!" Haruhi giggled. "What is your command?"

Kyon just rolled his eyes. "I don't know," he said, pulling his legs up on the couch and folding them criss-cross. He had a thinking face on before he muttered, "One has to hold four's hand for the rest of the turn." Not too creative, but who could blame him?

Mikuru held her stick up shyly to reveal a 4, and Haruhi held her hand across the coffee table for hers. The shy girl took the brunette's hand cautiously; she appeared to be afraid if she moved too fast Haruhi might pounce.

After all the sticks were back in the cup, Haruhi let go of Mikuru's hand and passed the cup around again. This time Itsuki chose second and his stick had a "K" on it. He was the king. Once everyone had their sticks, Itsuki announced his royalty.

"I'm king," he said softly in his even-higher-than-tenor voice, "and I command that four gives three a kiss on the cheek." It was the first thing that came to mind, and he folded his hands around his stick as he awaited the action.

Kyon held up the 3 stick, and Yuki held up the 4 stick, and for a moment Itsuki almost felt jealous of the girl. Yuki stood up, not confidently but not shyly either, and she just said, in her monotone voice, "Kyon," before leaning over and pecking him on the cheek. She sat back down, her movements almost robotic in action. Haruhi clasped her hands together in satisfaction.

A few more rounds passed with nothing out of the ordinary; hugs and handshakes. No, it wasn't until another couple of rounds later that someone finally used that dare.

It was, of course, Haruhi.

"Ha ha! I'm the king!" she laughed, and it made Itsuki shudder a bit. "And as king, I shall now make my decree..." She hummed in thought and folded her arms for a moment. "...that number four has to kiss number three passionately, for three whole seconds!" She smirked, obviously happy with what she had come up with. Itsuki froze, staring down at his stick, which beared the number 3.

Itsuki's blood ran cold. Who was going to have to kiss him? He ever-so-cautiously looked at the girls sitting on the floor in front of him. Mikuru glanced at her stick and sighed quietly, apparently in relief. One down, two to go.

He desperately glanced at Yuki, who gave her stick a blank look and then let her hands sit in her lap, and she, Mikuru, and Haruhi all turned to looked at Kyon at the same time.

Kyon took a look at his stick, his face paling. He said nothing, but turned his stick around and held it in Itsuki's general direction. Itsuki, in return, showed his stick as well. If Haruhi was seriously going to make them go through with this, at least Kyon was the one who would be initiating it. Itsuki felt frozen solid like a block of ice.

Haruhi's eyes nearly popped out of her head when she caught on. "Oh my god!" she exclaimed, one hand covering her mouth for a moment, then leaving to reveal quite the mischevious smile. Itsuki silently cursed her.

Mikuru's and Yuki's reactions had a great disparity, though. The shy readhead turned bright red, her eyes widening when she realized what this meant. Yuki just cocked her head a little, like she didn't understand what was going on, or why everyone was so surprised.

Hadn't Haruhi known that there was a risk of this? Why did she want to play the game in the first place, anyway? At least with the simpler games like truth or dare, you can control things, thought Itsuki absently in the back of his head as he conjointly attempted to figure out a good excuse to get out of this situation.

Haruhi, apparently, was getting impatient, though. How long had Itsuki been sitting there thinking? It hadn't felt like more than thirty seconds. He put his vision back into focus, and had just enough time to looked up at Kyon before he noticed the other man was getting closer and closer.

He almost panicked when he felt a pair of warm, dry lips on his own, kneading gently against his own, sharing a kiss with his own. Three seconds. Itsuki counted in his head. The clock in his head said closer to five or six seconds, but Haruhi appeared to be counting slowly.

Itsuki didn't have time to kiss back. He barely had time to register what was going on, and once he did he was just counting the time, anyhow. Soon enough the lips were lifted from his own, his mouth baren once more.

There were a few moments of silence, as Kyon sat back down, and Itsuki turned a little, away from the other man.

Then, Haruhi gave a hoot and a holler in excitement and obvious approval of what had happened, and the other girls turned around to resume either staring blankly, or fiddling nervously with their stick.

The rest of the game seemed to go off without a hitch, but Itsuki couldn't help sneaking glances at Kyon through the rest of the rounds. He was far too distracted after the kiss to observe anything about the darker-haired male.

Throughout what he had gathered from small, careful observation, Itsuki compiled a small summary in his head. Kyon-kun kissed me, was first. And he now seems calm about the whole thing. Maybe a little nervous, and he won't look in my direction, but he doesn't seem stressed or embarrassed at all.

Itsuki didn't pay much attention through the rest of the game, or when they had pizza for dinner later, either. During dinner, he thought of what he was feeling. The kiss had made his heart jump into his throat. He could swear he heard his own hearbeat in his ears, in fact.

But the most significant part was that excited tingle that started in his breast, traveling through his body and even to his mouth. Oh, how he had wanted to kiss back! But his body was in a nervous, excited shock at the time.

I must be overanalysing this, he thought with a small gulp. It was just a twisted dare that came from Miss Suzumiya's mind, and Kyon-kun knows how important it is to keep her happy.

Once his thinking was over, and dinner as well, back into the living room, where all the King's Game sticks sat in the plastic cup on the coffee table.

"It's time to set up for bed!" declared Haruhi. "Kyon, Koizumi-kun, you two move the coffee table and we'll start setting up the sleeping bags."

So while the two men moved the small table, careful not to drop it or the sticks in the cup on it, the girls were in charge of laying out the sleeping bags, pillows, and whatever else they desired for sleep.

Itsuki and Kyon waited until the girls were finished, and they looked over the setup. The order of sleeping bags, from left to right, was first Kyon (his sleeping bag against the couch), then Itsuki, then Yuki, then Mikuru, then Haruhi.

Itsuki wasn't surprised when he found his sleeping bag next to Kyon's. Fate seemed to be conspiring for him, but whether it was in his favor or not he had yet to find out.

So, once the lights were out and they were all settling into their sleeping bags, all goodnights said, Itsuki felt a certain sense run through him. He dismissed it as exhaustion from the evening's events, but little did the poor ESPer know what was to come for him that very night.

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Tori: So I was originally planning on making this chapter somewhat or very smutty, but I think I'm saving that for next chapter. If I had put it in here, this would've been a massive chapter.

Itsuki: I got my first kiss!

Tori: And you're how old again? Like, sixteen? And that was your first kiss? Good god, where have you been? Under a rock?

Itsuki: That was five whole questions you just asked me. In which order would you like me to answer them?

Tori: *facepalm* Nevermind. Next chapter will not be for the faint of heart! Just kidding. It probably won't be too bad, but I guarantee there will be some degree of smut.

Kyon: ...

Tori: Well, goodbye all! See you next chapter!