The List

The Sophisticate

Arthur was on a roll, it seemed. After he had broken up with Yao, Arthur managed to find a soft-spoken Japanese man who was very adorable.

Kiku only went for the best of things. If Miku Hatsune had worn it, was on it, or had it, Kiku bought it. Though his collection was not over the top, it was well over all the money Arthur had made in his life time.

Though he did not show or flaunt it, Kiku wore designer western clothes. He thought the style suited him and Arthur loved it when Kiku wore a scarf or his boots.

They were currently eating dinner at a restaurant of Kiku's choosing. It was definitely high class and Arthur was glad for his strictly mannered up-bringing. There was a pit in the middle of the restaurant with a bar and a room for people to dance. The music was soft and gentle.

"It's nice here." Arthur said halfway through their meal.

"Yes. It's my favorite place." Kiku smiled bashfully and placed his hand on the table.

Arthur watched him curiously until he got an idea. Maybe Kiku wanted to hold hands. Arthur's lips danced with a smile as he reached across the table to cradle Kiku's small hand. "I think it's mine too."

They finished their meal and before Kiku or Arthur could pick up the check, the sandy blond stood and tugged Kiku's hand. "Let's go dancing."

Kiku blushed. "Oh, no. I can't dance."

"Of course you can." Arthur eventually got Kiku to stand. "And it's not a ball or anything."

"But, Arthur..." Kiku tried to protest yet he followed Arthur to the dance floor.

The blond weaved into the crowd, Kiku, who was clinging to Arthur's finger tips, followed with a little more grace.

"I don't know this song." Kiku said when Arthur found a spot for them.

"Me neither." Arthur placed his hand on Kiku's hip and raised their clasped hands.

"Then we can't dance to it! We'll look like fools!" Kiku whispered. "What will they think of us?"

"It doesn't matter what they think of us." Arthur said smoothly. He began to lead Kiku in a circle with small steps.

Kiku opened his mouth to say something, but Arthur dipped him low to the ground and nuzzled his neck. Kiku giggled quietly and Arthur pulled him back to his chest.

"Arthur!" Kiku chided.

"I'm making up my own moves." Arthur replied. He began to widen their circle and he led Kiku through the maze of people.

They twirled and laughed and dipped each other until they had become the center of attention. Though their cheeks blazed pink, they continued to dance, completely oblivious to those staring around them.

The song ended and they found themselves back at their table. Arthur quickly paid the bill and kissed Kiku on his cheek. "Where to next?"

"Not anymore dancing." Kiku said softly, grinning, his usually pristine hair sticking up in a few places.

"Back to my place then?" Arthur smiled wryly.

Kiku smirked. "I suppose that will do."

•

Arthur ran his fingers though Kiku's soft black hair. The Japanese man let out an adorable mewling noise as Arthur's other hand traveled up the back of his shirt.

"Arthur." Kiku breathed hotly in the blond's ear. "Stop teasing me."

The blond smirked and quickly shed Kiku of his clothes. The smaller man rubbed his hands over Arthur's chest, slowly opening his shirt.

"Now who's teasing?" Arthur said deep in his throat. He took off his shirt and nudged Kiku to the bed.

Kiku pulled Arthur down with him to the bed. The smaller ground their hips together and moaned softly as he rubbed Arthur's slacks. "Still you. Get naked." Kiku tugged impatiently at Arthur's pants.

Whenever they would do dirty things, Arthur saw a whole new side of Kiku that nobody probably had never seen. It was exhilarating to Arthur.

"I'm topping tonight." Arthur said. He pressed down against Kiku and kissed his chest.

"It's my turn." Kiku panted out. His hand traveled down Arthur's back and prodded his entrance apart.

Arthur moaned and dropped his head to Kiku's shoulder. "You did... last time." He panted. He wrapped his hand around Kiku's erection and licked his neck.

Kiku groaned and ground against Arthur. "Just rub, then." He moaned out. He pushed Arthur to his back and rutted against Arthur's thigh.

Arthur kissed Kiku's chest and collarbone. He bit and sucked the skin as they moved and ground into each other.

Kiku moaned and pressed against Arthur. He found the blond's hands and clasped them tightly in his own.

"Arthur... Arthur." Kiku closed his eyes and let out a long moan. Arthur felt his lover's semen across his inner thigh.

The blond flipped their positions, slammed Kiku on his back and rubbed his penis between Kiku's ass and the bed. The smaller man arched against the touch. "D-don't put it in!" He said, his voice high.

"I'm not." Arthur said through clenched teeth. He pushed and rubbed against Kiku. Then he felt himself begin to throb as his climax was reaching its peak. He bit down on Kiku's rib cage and pulled away from the bed as he came over the smaller man.

"Ah! Arthur!" Kiku wiped his chest. "That hurt!"

Arthur panted lightly against Kiku's neck. "I'm sorry." He ran his fingers over the mark lightly. "Want me to kiss it better?"

Kiku chuckled and carded his fingers through Arthur's hair. "It's okay. But I do want you up here to cuddle with me."

Smiling, Arthur plucked a few tissues and wiped them off. He tossed the soiled tissues to the ground and pulled Kiku against his side.

The smaller man curled up beside Arthur, much like a cat and kissed his neck. "Set the alarm." He said.

"Why?" Arthur closed his eyes and laid his arm across his eyes.

"I have to go to work." Kiku replied.

"You always work the weekends." Arthur said, but he set the alarm anyway.

"It just happens. No need to get upset over it." Kiku replied.

Arthur said nothing. In a few minutes, Kiku was asleep, and Arthur eventually followed.

•

Arthur was home alone that day. He had become a professor after he broke up with Yao at a university. He was thankful to have the same schedule as his students. They got a lot more breaks than a normal job. Yet, Arthur was usually lonely on these days.

Kiku would come over, they would chat then eat, then have sex (or the form of sex Kiku wanted which usually didn't include inserting anything) then go to bed and Kiku was gone by morning. It was very vexing.

The blond received the same treatment for another month when he decided he had had enough. When Kiku came over that night, Arthur would break up with him. It hurt Arthur to think about, but he had to do it.

Kiku entered the house and hung up his coat and bag. "Today was awful. Is dinner done? Did you cook? I hope you got take out."

Arthur came from his room. His heart was pounding. "I didn't cook." He answered. He really didn't want to ruin a meal.

"Good. Because I don't feel like-"

"Kiku." Arthur said firmly. "I have to tell you something."

The smaller man blinked and closed his mouth. "Okay. What is it?"

"I want to break up." Arthur's heart was in his throat. He really liked Kiku. It was just hard to be ignored so often. He had to do it!

"What?" Kiku all but scoffed. "Break up? Why?"

"Because you come over, we do dirty stuff, then you leave me. It's not fair and it hurts." Arthur hated how whiny he sounded.

Kiku sighed and rubbed his temple. "I have a job the requires me to-"

"Exactly! You care more for your job than me!" Arthur quickly reigned in his voice. "I think you should go."

The Japanese man stood still for a moment. Then he gathered his things and left.

Arthur slumped in a chair, put his face in his arms and cried.

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Author's note: is it me, or do I always make Kiku an asshole?

Dragonfire78: you're right on two! ;) keep reading!

artistreilly421: eventually!