Hello, readers! It's been a while since my last update... oops. Sorry about that. I can't blame it on anything but lack of motivation/ideas, unfortunately. So, here's something to compensate for your agonizing wait (maybe)! It's called Bath. Has a liiittle bit of smut at the end. Enjoy!

They didn't bathe together when one visited the other; Kiku preferred it that way. As much as he cared for Yao and enjoyed their more intimate activities, that time in the water he had cherished for himself for the last two thousand years in solitude should remain to himself. Collecting his thoughts was important, and being among steam and the lovely scent of his soap was perfect for such. So, as per the Japanese man's request, the couple washed separately. For years of their romantic relationship, this was a constant.

Until an unfortunate water shortage fell onto Yao's neighborhood one week- a week that Kiku happened to be visiting.

The call peeved Yao for a few minutes before the realization struck him; it was the perfect chance to take a bath with his beloved! To see that body, wet and bare, covered in tiny bubbles that left plenty of room for the imagination... yes, something had to be done about this, and quickly.

"Kiku," the elder interrupted the younger, who was watching a television program he only half understood. "A neighbor just called- something about a water pipe break... anyway, point is, they're fixing it now and we'll have to bathe together until plumbing is back to normal." He tried to make himself sound bored, but it was admittedly more exciting the more he imagined what would be occuring later...

Without missing a beat, Kiku turned around and stated "I will not."

This made Yao fume. "Don't be unreasonable!" he shouted, stepping closer to the stoic one. "We've been seeing each other for years, and I've seen more than enough of you to be able to share a bath with you-"

"I know," Kiku cut in, "but still. I will not. You know how I value my alone time in the bath."

This was all too suspicious. The circumstances were out there, yet the Japanese man still refused- then, another realization struck Yao. "Kiku... are you afraid I'll do naughty things to you in the bath?"

His question was answered with a tint of red on Kiku's cheeks, which made the Chinese man smile. He strode to the other side of the chair his lover was sitting on and perched himself there, draping his arms around the slender shoulders next to him. "Wouldn't you like that, though? You love it when I do those things in the bedroom..."

"Those are two different places," Kiku coughed, scooting away from Yao and shielding his face with some hair hanging lower than usual. "If we were... intimate in the bath, the water would be ruined."

Yao seemed to ponder this, and eventually nodded in acceptance, to Kiku's surprise. "You're right. Tonight, when we bathe, I will be modest."

That was a blatant lie.

Later that evening, Kiku found himself clinging onto the sides of Yao's bathtub for dear life, the other's cock buried into him, pushing and pulling in and out, just as it would be if they were in the bedroom. The water slicked both of their bodies all over, so keeping balance was tricky, but luckily, no lubricant was needed for either men. Hearing the splashing of the contents of the tub spilling out and around their moans and cries of names was somehow music to their ears, and both nations reached climax more quickly than normal. Their seed filled the water, but neither cared; the situation was exhausting on their old bodies, so they napped in the tub until the cold woke them. Then, they made way to the bedroom and slept the rest of the night away, still dripping and nude.

After the incident, Kiku learned to thoroughly enjoy and look forward to bathing with Yao.

Yao's a big fat liar.

No notes this time! I hope you enjoyed it, and I promise I'll try to be more prompt with my updates from now on! Reviews make me smile, just so you know.