Oohoo. I haven't posted a chapter in awhile, I know. Sorry guys. I've just been really busy with school and such. ^^; Plus I've just been hired as a pixel artist/admin for an MMO, so I'm pretty busy with that as well! But it's lots of fun. Hope you all enjoy this chapter! I don't know exactly how it's going to go yet~

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During the next school week, it proved to be somewhat difficult for Kyon and Itsuki to keep their relationship a secret. It was after a brigade meeting one day that Kyon and Itsuki volunteered to clean up. It was the day before the weekend started, and everyone was antsy to leave.

"Miss Suzumiya," Itsuki started, his normal tone of voice presiding. "I think Kyon-kun and I will handle cleanup today if that's alright with you."

Haruhi looked at the two of them suspiciously, but she smiled after a couple seconds. "Sure, that's fine!" she said, and Itsuki smiled. "Just make sure this room is absolutely spotless before you're gone!"

Soon, Haruhi and the other two girls had left the room for Itsuki and Kyon to clean up.

Itsuki had begun picking up papers from the table, feeling a little excited being alone with Kyon in the meeting room. He felt a tap on his shoulder, not unlike the one he'd felt on the night the previous weekend that started it all.

"Koizumi," Kyon said, his voice light and sweet, and when Itsuki turned around, he felt the darker haired man's lips against his own. He was surprised for a moment, but relaxed, and moved along with him.

It didn't take long for ths kiss to gain intimacy as Kyon licked Itsuki's lips, which quickly parted, and they now were closer to tongue wrestling than actual kissing.

Itsuki dropped the papers he'd been holding, and they scattered on the floor. He wrapped his now free arms around Kyon's torso, pulling the other man closer, closer, as close as he could be. Kyon responded favorably to the newfound closeness and put his hands on Itsuki's lower back, pushing their lips together even harder as their tongues danced with eachother.

The kiss carried on in that degree of passion for what felt like an hour before they both heard a door open, and a rather loud gasp come from that direction.

First came the immediate panic that somebody had walked in the room, but it was no ordinary panic, no. Everything seemed to be happening in slow motion as the two men broke apart from eachother, their lips losing contact and their arms both loosening and falling to their sides as their whipped around to see who was there.

Itsuki felt like crying. What would Haruhi do if it was her? She was already suspicious when they decided to stay and clean up, and it wouldn't have been a shock if she'd come back to see what was going on. The world could be in serious danger if it was Haruhi.

By the time Itsuki had turned to see who it was, it felt like it had already been a whole minute since the initial panic. There stood poor little Mikuru, a huge blush on her face, her expression showing she knew she shouldn't be there.

"K-Kyon-kun! Koizumi-kun!" she shrieked. "I-I'm sorry! I should've knocked!" Her lip was trembling. Did she think she just saw a cult ritual being performed and she was going to be the sacrificial virgin?

Itsuki almost sighed in relief. "Miss Asahina!" he breathed, partly in relief, but partly in his remaining fear. He felt like he'd been backed into a corner, even though it was only the harmless little Mikuru.

"I-I'm so sorry! I didn't know you two were..." Mikuru paused, searching for the word with her same terribly embarrassed face. "...a couple!"

Kyon stepped back from Itsuki and took a couple steps toward Mikuru. When the girl seemed to inch away, he took another step.

"Miss Asahina..." he said, his voice sounding a little tired, but still ever-so-resonant in the small meeting room. "Are you going to tell?"

Mikuru shook her head violently. "N-no, I promise!" she said.

Itsuki frowned. "Miss Asahina, we're not going to hurt you," he said, trying to make the redhead feel a little safer. She seemed to be in fear of being killed. "We're gay, not murderers."

Mikuru nodded, but her expression stayed the same. "R-right," she said. "I'm sorry."

Kyon folded his arms. "Why are you so scared, Miss Asahina?" he asked. He didn't want to hear that Mikuru was scared of them because they were gay, but if that was problem, it needed to be revealed.

"I-I'm really not," the girl replied, gulping, trying to make her expression a less terrified one. "I-I'm just... surprised." She looked at Itsuki for a couple moments, then at Kyon, her expression lightening a little, but still no smile. She walked over to the table and leaned over it to grab a book.

Kyon raised and eyebrow. "You forgot something, Miss Asahina?" he asked. "That seems unlike you."

"Y-yes, well..." Mikuru said, her voice going back to the same embarrassed tone of before, "...I have a t-test on Monday and I need it."

And with that, Mikuru had scampered out the door, leaving Itsuki and Kyon behind, very confused.

Itsuki, who had been looking in the direction of the door, now turned his attention to Kyon, who was looking back at him with a serious look.

"We have to start being more careful," he said, his voice sounding soft and caring, but also serious. He stepped toward Itsuki and put his hands on the man's waist.

Itsuki jumped a little before responding. He leaned in and rested his arms on Kyon's shoulders, nodding slowly before leaning in to resume the kiss they hadn't finished before. It didn't take long before they were getting into it again, just as passionate.

As much as the two would've liked to have gotten a little more naughty in the meeting room, it would be even more risky than making out, and they weren't ready to be expelled for having gay sex on campus.

So eventually the two had to actually clean up the room and start walking home. When they reached the same corner at which they'd shared a romantic, snowy moment, it was only raining now. The rain was cold and the sky was dark; perfect sick weather.

"Koizumi," Kyon began as they reached that corner.

Itsuki nearly froze as he felt time stand still. Every time, it seemed, that his phone rang and it was Kyon, or when there was an e-mail or a text message from that same man, the first thing that ran through his mind, was, Please, don't break up with me... And Itsuki couldn't figure out why. The same thing ran through his head when Kyon said his name just then, but the ESPer silenced his thoughts. O, me, and my ceaselessly buzzing head.

"Let me walk you home." Kyon grabbed a tighter hold of Itsuki's hand, even tighter than he'd been holding it already, and Itsuki nodded with a bright smile, maybe even fused with a little relief.

"Okay," Itsuki said, squeezing Kyon's hand lightly as they both began walking in the direction of his own house. This felt more than exciting. The darkness in between the streetlights was unbearably dark, but the warmth of Kyon's hand felt infinite, and it made Itsuki feel safe.

The short walk had to end eventually, though, and the two stood in front of Itsuki's front door, their hands joined as the porch lights gave them the perfect illumination.

"I had fun cleaning up with you today," Itsuki said quietly, nervously, and Kyon pecked him on the lips once. "But we have to be careful..." That earned him another small peck. The small kisses migrated further south: from Itsuki's lips they went to his jawline and onto his neck. He let out a moanish breath as he felt himself becoming quite warm from Kyon's kisses. "I wish you didn't have to leave..."

Kyon smiled as he continued to give attention to Itsuki's neck. "You know..." he said breathily in between kisses. "I don't have to go. I could just stay... here... with you..."

Itsuki gulped. "That sounds amazing," he said, fiddling around behind him for the doorknob, which he found promptly and turned. He almost stumbled backward as he stepped back into his living room. It was times like these that he thanked the higher power that he lived alone.

With Kyon still after him, Itsuki led the way into his bedroom, making sure the lights were off in all the rooms before he closed the door behind them.

With only the room light on, it felt like time had stopped. The only sounds to be heard were both the mens' breathing, and the rain hitting the roof and splashing outside. Kyon reached behind himself and flicked off the light switch, and it wasn't long before Itsuki was tackled to the bed, and his hands were all over Kyon, loosening ties and removing clothing. Itsuki could feel his own garments coming off, and it was the most exciting feeling he'd ever experienced.

"Kyon-kun..." Itsuki moaned as he felt a hand wrap around his erection and stroke lightly. It was only then that he realized he'd been stripped of all his clothes. He didn't have much more time to moan, though, before Kyon's mouth was pressed against his, and their tongues danced together.

Itsuki wasn't an idiot, nor was he selfish. He reached down and grabbed at Kyon's crotch as well, latching his shaking hand on his boyfriend's cock and stroking it a little faster than the pace the other was currently using for him. This definitely harvested a satisfactory result, and Itsuki smiled on the inside as he continued.

The passion eventually came to an end, though, as all good things must, and Itsuki thrust upward into his boyfriend's hand as his body shook. He pulled away from the kiss to call out, "Kyon!" as his release pulsed out of him and splashed onto Kyon's abdomen, and a little on his hand. His eyes were clenched shut and he was breathing heavy as his amazing orgasm came to a close, and he continued to stroke Kyon, now even faster than before.

The darker-haired man, now with a free mouth, moaned openly before thrusting downward at Itsuki and coming all over his lower stomach, his orgasm overpowering him as he called out his boyfriend's name. "Koizumi!"

In the aftermath of their naughtiness, Itsuki leaned over and gave Kyon a small kiss on the cheek, before letting himself fall backward onto his bed and pillow. He pulled the covers over the two of them, not really expecting a response from Kyon.

"Koizumi," Kyon said, turning over, and Itsuki could see a small smile on his face in the darkness. "I think I love you."

Itsuki's breath hitched silently, and he just leaned forward and wrapped his arms around Kyon's torso. "I think I love you back," he whispered.

Kyon returned the tight hug, and the two fell asleep in eachother's arms. It was the best Itsuki had slept in his life.

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Tori: That was fun, but it took me awhile to complete...

Itsuki: D'AWWWW.

Tori: Lawl. You sound like you're-a firin' your lazor.

Itsuki: Tori... am I in love?

Tori: Gasp! That's for you to decide, young'n.

Itsuki: Young'n? Aren't I older, though?

Tori: I'm fifteen in three weeks. =D

Itsuki: And this is the kind of stuff you're writing?

Tori: Shhh. Anyway, review, you guys! I love me some reviews. I also love me some fans. LOVE!~