How 'bout that? I still don't own High School DxD.

Yuuto looked at Issei.

He looked at the hand offered to him, the person attached to it and for once thoroughly examined him with Issei's full awareness.

As Issei heated considerably he chuckled.

Aha.

Even as he tried to stop…

Surely this devil was a sweet temptation.

"Actually," Yuuto began, grabbing suddenly at Issei's hand. He clasped it, wrenching the pawn down to himself.

"Mmph!" Issei's eyes widened as he found himself smashed into Kiba's chest, breathing in all of his scent. He stayed there for just a moment though, before his friend pushed him down into the soft grass, right onto his back.

"Kiba! What the hell are you-!" He trailed off, tugging at a right hand trapped uselessly over his head. The left fisted into the cloth of Kiba's shirt, trying to push him back.

"You asked me if I was okay right?" Above him the knight towered, his body draping over his own. Yuuto held himself from touching the majority of Issei though, his hand over Issei's own, his knees just brushing against Issei's legs as he leaned down towards his face.

A small part of his mind was aware of what he was doing.

His was jeopardizing the status quo.

Their relationship could be permanently scarred.

He could lose Issei.

"I'm not."

Yuuto continued.

"I'm not okay." He repeated once more, to the bewildered Issei.

"Why? What-"

"There's something that has been on my mind for awhile." He interrupted, "Something I've been meaning to tell you for a long time."

At that Issei could tense only further, freezing. A thousand ideas passed through his head, none of them good, but one was at the forefront, one he refused to acknowledge completely for the longest time.

Even now he tried not to think the thought, the possibility that-

No. No, no, no. Besides, there was definitely something wrong with this picture. Well, this picture was definitely wrong in general, but-

How could he put it- It-

"Issei-kun."

"What?" The Sekiryuutei growled, embarrassed and annoyed. He met eyes briefly with Kiba before looking away, increasingly uncomfortable. His hand twisted tighter into the cloth of Kiba's jacket, pushing harder. The hell, why didn't this idiot get off of him already?!

There was that same heat in his friend's eyes that would flare occasionally.

That sharpness.

It made him feel targeted, like prey, when he wasn't supposed to be.

He was the dominant in this relationship anyway right? …! Well, not that they were in a relationship and he didn't want to be either but he thought that he was usually perceived as such-

But then why-?

…!

Issei grit his teeth.

Fucking hell, he shouldn't be thinking of this crap in the first place.

The Sekiryuutei pressed at Kiba's shoulder at the same time that Yuuto moved closer.

"You won't hear what I have to say?"

"Not- not like this!" He ardently protested.

"Uncomfortable?"

"What do you thi-! Uwah!" Issei went wide-eyed, moving his grip from the cloth of Kiba's shirt to his roving hand, the fingertips of which were trailing dangerously foreign against his bare skin, just skimming under the bottom of his shirt.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?!"

Kiba didn't answer, but winced a little inwardly.

His desires were getting slightly ahead of him.

But his lips twitched just slightly as well.

He would remember the feel, that reaction.

Store it away for future reference.

He pulled his hand away though, murmuring softly as he came in even closer, right next to Issei's cheek, "My mistake."

"Kib-"

"Well then, Issei-kun." Yuuto whispered handsomely into his ear, fighting to keep his expression the same as the other flinched just slightly. He could feel the Issei's heartbeat though his clothes, the heat he nervously gave off as his frame rose and fell with each awkward, tepid breath he took.

The knight wondered why Issei hadn't pushed him off yet.

"What's been on my mind this whole time was…"

"…Was…?" Issei prompted, curiosity getting a small lead over his discomfort. Nevertheless he strained, bringing his ear away from the slightest touch of Kiba's lips.

"What I've wanted to tell you is…"

"Is?!"

The knight raised himself up, to look Issei right in the eyes.

Yuuto smiled.

He chuckled.

And finally said…

"It's time for lunch."

"…Ha?"