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(or as Deven prefers: "If the Shu Fits...")
because Devi can't leave a loose end like that...
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(Okay, you found it. The rest of my hentai-ishly mushy scene. Hope you enjoy it. I sure did. Sorry about the mention of Ryo and Sage again. Mink kinda screwed something up in my head when it came to those two. Oh, one more thing: If you can think of some good quotes for this and the first part, I'd appreciate hearing them...)
It was another sleepless night for Kento. Normally, his philosophy was: "eat like a pig, sleep like a rock, life is good." But these days, it was hard to live up to that. Oh, sure, he still ate like he never would again, but he found himself laying awake at night, thinking about one thing...Cye. That incident with the pool a week ago still unnerved him. Almost losing his best friend and then kissing him ten minutes later wasn't something he could forget very easily. Sure, he loved Cye, but he never thought he could love him like Ryo loved Sage. Was there really only one way to find out?
Kento sat up and pushed his blankets off. He had to know. He couldn't stand another night arguing with his own feelings. He got up and tiptoed across the room to Cye's bed. He could hear Cye's slow, steady breathing, the baby blue comforter rising and falling with his chest. He gazed at the sleeping face, auburn hair a silvery-gold in the light of the moon, smooth features relaxed in slumber. Kento blinked, almost entranced. He wanted to touch those lips that so gently kissed his. His thoughts were a confusing jumble of desire and fear. Just as he was about to whisper Cye's name, the green eyes opened. They blinked under the dark lashes, and focused on Kento.
"What's wrong, Kento?" Cye said, sleepily concerned. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah," Kento replied, finally finding his voice. "I think so."
Cye turned his head on the large pillow to look at the clock. "It's four in the morning. What's the matter?"
Kento didn't wait for an invitation before sitting down beside Cye on the bed. "Cye," he said softly, "I need to talk to you."
Cye yawned, stretched, and folded his arms behind his head. "I'm listening."
"It...It's about last week," he began, "when I pushed you in the pool..."
Cye shook his head, stopping Kento. "I know what you're going to say, and I'm sorry I did it. I made you feel strange and I didn't mean to." He smiled. "You shouldn't let it bother you."
Kento sighed. "But it does. All I can think about is you."
There. He'd said it. He waited for the look of disgust, the accusations of perversion. None came. He dared to glance at Cye. His mouth was a tiny "o" of surprise. No, not surprise, Kento realized. More like...understanding.
"I have to say that I'm flattered, but...are you sure? I mean...about..." Cye faltered for the right words, trying not to hurt Kento's feelings.
"No, I'm not. I wanted to see how you felt, that's all. Sorry to wake you up for this nonsense." Kento started to get up.
"Kento."
He froze, the way Cye breathed his name made the hair on the back of his neck rise. He turned to look at him again, becoming locked into the emerald stare turned opal in the moonlight.
"I'm ready to find out if you are," Cye said softly.
Kento wanted to find out. He needed to know so bad it hurt. But as he leaned forward, he was sure he already knew the answer. Their lips met in a warm chill. Kento felt himself being pushed under Cye, the blankets pulled to cover them. Not that they needed them. The heat from Cye's body alone was enough to make Kento dizzy. He pushed his tongue into Cye's mouth and tasted it, the feeling familiar to him, yet with a different and even sweeter appeal. His hands ran over Cye's bare chest and arms, noting the calm strength, the smooth build. It was like nothing he'd ever felt before.
Cye lifted his leg to straddle Kento, their genitals brushing together. Kento shuddered, uttering a small moan into Cye's mouth. Cye pulled his head back and looked at his friend, both breathing heavy. He reached up to comb his fingers through the smoky-blue hair. The soft fingertips continued downward, barely touching his skin, tracing a path down his body. Goosebumps rose on Kento's flesh. Cye kissed his forehead, his hand slipping into Kento's shorts and between his legs. The caresses sent pleasurable sensations rippling over his body. He felt himself weakening under Cye's touch, moaning quietly. Cye inched back, pulling the shorts down with him. He disappeared under the blankets and Kento fought for his breath. He lost the short duel when he felt Cye's lips lightly touch the tip of his masculinity. He then let his hot mouth slide down its length until he had taken Kento completely in. Cye then began to slowly shape him, lips and tongue moving over him gently, but swiftly. Kento clenched the bed sheets in his fists, shudders running through him. His moans rose with the increasing pleasure Cye gave him, until it finally exploded in a white-hot rush that left his body numb in its wake. Kento took quick, ragged breaths, the sheets still clutched in his sweaty grasp.
Cye's head popped out from under the covers to look at Kento. He smiled shyly, his face flushed. Kento couldn't resist that smile, or those beautiful eyes. He pulled Cye to him and kissed him again. He made the move to roll Cye on his back, but both had made a tiny distance error. With Kento's added weight, both slipped off the edge and fell to the floor. They let out cries of surprise, and tiny grunts of pain. Tangled in the sheets that fell with them, Cye and Kento looked at each other. Finally, they both broke into hysterical laughter and laughed until tears rolled down their cheeks. Once they got a hold of themselves, Cye made a move to climb back onto the bed. Kento regained control of the situation and grabbed ahold of the rim of Cye's shorts.
"Where do you think you're goin'?" he asked.
Cye looked at him, grinning at the devilish look in Kento's eyes.
"Why, moving to a more convenient position for you," he replied.
Kento just stared in surprise, his grip on Cye's shorts going slack. He watched Cye lean over onto the bed, his thighs pressed up against the side of the mattresses. Kento finally got the hint and moved over him. He tugged the shorts from Cye's hips. He nuzzled Cye's hair aside and kissed his neck. Kento moved close enough to slide into Cye's body. Cye stiffened against him, a gasp escaping him. Kento moved in and out, slowly at first, then quicker as his pleasure mounted. Cye's breath came in choked gasps. Kento's hands covered his own, and Cye laced his fingers through Kento's. Their moans echoed in the room as they came, Cye hoping in the back of his mind that no one else was awake. They stayed in that same position for some time, catching their breath. Finally, Kento pulled back and Cye pulled himself up to sit on the bed. Kento did the same and turned to look at Cye. The moonlight played over his skin, making it glow, illuminating the green eyes that gazed at him almost lovingly. He reached to brush a few stray blue hairs from Kento's face.
"I guess that answers our question," he whispered, kissing his cheek, Kento adoring every accented word and taking them to heart.
"Well, I have another," Kento announced, grinning slyly.
Cye yawned. "Ask me tomorrow night. I'm to tired to try and answer anymore. Especially if they're anything like that last one."
Kento laughed. "I hope it's not that hard to answer."
Cye looked at him, doubtful. "I'm almost afraid, but ask away."
"Will you fix me some waffles later?"
Cye laughed softly, tiredly and put his arm around Kento's waist. He pulled them back until their heads rested on the large pillows and covered them again.
"I'll think about it. It depends on how nice you are to me."
Kento laughed and let his arm rest on top of Cye's. "I promise I'll be good."
