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WARNING: Most of this written while wearing piggy-tails. ^_^
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note: What else could happen?
Why don't you read and find out?
Everyone (especially Sage) had
best watch out for Rowen,
though... Seems Blue Boy's
not too happy with his role in this
thing so far.
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"He WHAT?!" Cye cried
out, clutching at Mia's shoulders. He
couldn't believe what she'd just told him.
Ryo had propositioned
Rowen?! This was *not* what he wanted to
hear.
"That's what he told
me. I'm only repeating Ryo's own words,"
Mia said too calmly. "What went wrong,
Cye? Your little map of
our lives was supposed to have him all over me,
not Rowen." Mia
began to pace over the wooden planks of the deck,
her arms
flinging through a multitude of helpless gestures
as she let loose her
agitation and frustration. "And for your
information, it was a little
*more* than a proposition!"
Cye jumped a little at
the word. It was almost as if she'd been
reading his mind. What was the world coming
to? First, his
carefully laid, *secret* plans for his friends
were well known.
Now, Mia was hearing his thoughts. Was
he truly that transparent?
"Ryo said he had his
hands everywhere he could get them and
would have done more if those boxers hadn't been
in the way!" Mia
concluded with a vehement look of pleading in
her wide hazel eyes.
"I want his hands on *me*!"
Cye digested this, standing
silent and pondering for a good
minute. He decided he was better off forgetting
that everyone
seemed to know what he was up to - although,
if he paused to think
it over, he would most likely have been rather
peeved. It wasn't
important right now - not considering this latest
news. It was an
unforeseen development, most definitely, in this
latest matchmaking
venture. A development that could put all
of his work in jeopardy
of falling to absolute pieces.
To make matters worse,
he'd never seen any inclination toward
men (let alone Rowen!) in Ryo. The very
idea that he had missed
seeing it perturbed him to no end. What
a bother! For Ryo to pull
a stunt like this when his plan was *so* close
to completion! Just a
few more romantic evenings under his watchful
sea-blue eyes and
he knew - undisputedly *knew* - Mia wouldn't
have spent another
night sleeping - *ahem!* - unattended.
"Well, there's only one
thing for it. Come with me, Mia," he
ordered, heading back inside the house.
He paused for a moment
to make sure Mia was following then continued,
pausing again to
raise an eyebrow at what he found in the kitchen.
Dais was wiping
a hand towel at the front of Yuli's shirt where
a large wet spot
spread over the multitude of tiny, rainbow-colored
vertical stripes.
Yuli was stuck in a snorting fit of giggles.
"I-I can't *believe* y-you said that!"
"I bet you anything it's
true, though," Dais replied with a wide
grin. The towel hung limply in his hand
as he leaned back in his
chair, eyeing Yuli speculatively.
The giggles subsided
as Yuli suddenly became thoughtful. It
wasn't long before Yuli's left brow arched up
in an imperious smirk.
"You bring me breakfast in bed for the next week
if he didn't. I
teach you to ride a skateboard if he did."
"You were going to teach
me anyway, so no bet. Unless..."
Dais trailed provocatively, swiping the towel
with a deft touch over
Yuli's chin, "you do it naked."
"Ugh! Let's go,"
Cye muttered, grimacing in distaste, "I did
*not* need to hear that! I can handle seeing
them together.
However, I really don't want to watch it or hear
about it...yet,
anyway."
"Cye!" Mia sniggered,
a delicate hand held over her mouth. She
placed a little shove against his shoulder.
"You are such a perv!"
"Oh, and you're not?"
he retorted, tossing a quirky twitch of his
lips at her. "I hope you realize that I
want a copy of that picture
you took this morning of Sage and Rowen."
He snagged her hand
and proceeded to drag her upstairs.
"As long as you pay for it," she told him.
"Deal."
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Sage watched Cye escort
Mia up the stairs, the last of his and
Rowen's discarded clothing gathered in his arms.
He narrowed his
eyes and slowly moved to follow. What mischief
were they up to?
Hopefully it didn't involve cornering Ryo this
soon. He hadn't done
that yet himself and he wanted to make sure *his*
offer started
floating around inside Ryo's head before Cye
had Ryo jumping all
over Mia.
Sage actually hoped Cye
was successful in the end. He was all
for Ryo and Mia getting together...as long as
Cye's scheme didn't
interfere with *his* ideas. Capturing Ryo's
imagination after a
hook up with Mia would be more difficult than
he currently wanted
to imagine. Who knew what the woman was
capable of with as
many years of suppressed lust as she had to work
with?
When the two disappeared
into Mia's room without a stray
glance or pause in their race, his relief was
evident in his low puff of
breath and the tiny upward curve of lips.
He still had some time.
And what better time to take care of business
than now? Snatching
up the rest of the clothes he had piled outside
his bedroom door,
Sage strode purposefully to the bathroom and
tapped against the
closed door with his foot.
"What?" came Ryo's irritated response.
"Could you help me for a minute?"
"Sage?" Ryo's voice
conveyed just how nervous he was clearly
to Sage's highly attuned ears. Was talking
to the lover of the man
he'd clearly shown an interest in earlier really
going to be such a
horrible experience for Ryo? Well, Sage
reflected, it is *me* we're
talking about here. If that was what Ryo
thought, Sage was going
to make every effort to make him think otherwise.
"Yeah. Will you help me?"
"Why don't you get Rowen to help you?"
Sage paused for a moment.
How to put it? "He's...getting
dressed." It might've been true, but then
he knew very well
Rowen's lack of self-control in situations such
as he'd been left in -
an attribute he was quite fond of.
The door cracked open
and one of Ryo's bright blue eyes came
into view along with a fluff of black hair.
"Okay. Give me a
second." The door shut again and Sage waited
patiently as a
barrage of clunks and cracks sounded from the
closed off room.
After a moment, it all stopped and Ryo stepped
out, white
plaster-smears and all. "So, what am I
doing?"
A lump of clothing was
quickly deposited into his arms. "You're
carrying this for me."
"And you're not taking
anything?" Ryo squawked. "Nuh uh!
You can carry your own damn clothes to the laundry
room!"
Sage peeked into his
room. He was pleased to find that Rowen
had managed to sneak over to his own room, butt
naked, without
anyone catching him. The archer had become
quite adept at doing
so over the last few months. Pushing the
door fully open, Sage
swept inside, noting that the quilt was still
in place. Maybe Rowen
*had* accomplished getting himself out of the
room without
succumbing to the physical demands he'd been
left with for once?
He smirked and gathered
up what few articles of clothing lay on
the floor. Then, stuffing those into Ryo's
arms as well, he snatched
up two laundry bags, full to near bursting, and
said, "I *am*
carrying my own damn clothes. Unfortunately,
now that I look at
it, at least half seems to be Rowen's."
Ryo eyed Sage suspiciously.
"So, why aren't you waiting for
Ro? He should be the one helping you."
Sage sighed dramatically,
and placed a hand to his breast. "Ryo,
Ryo, Ryo... You know we've got things to
discuss, you and I. Just
come with me and we can take care of everything
in a calm and
reasonable manner - the way friends *should*."
With an audible gulp
of apprehension, Ryo reluctantly trailed
down the stairs after Sage. One never knew
exactly what to expect
when the bearer of the Halo armor was in a mood
like this.
Well, maybe Rowen would
know, he amended, but I sure as hell
don't.
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Narrowing his eyes, Rowen growled
low in his throat as he
watched Sage lead Ryo down the stairs.
He'd escaped to his room
while Sage had been downstairs and Mia was talking
to Ryo. He
was still quite irked with Sage's actions.
First, there had been that
embarrassing question! And then, to just
*leave* him there
without...!!! Whatever Blondie was up to,
he wasn't going to get
away with it. Or, at least, it wouldn't
go down the way Sage was
expecting.
Obviously, it was supposed
to involve Ryo. Sage hadn't even
bothered to attempt hiding that information.
No, he'd straight out
made certain to *use* Ryo's name. So...one
plus one equals?
Rowen's wide blue eyes went wider still, then
slipped into a lazy,
half-lidded air of understanding. Figuring
out Sage's plans always
left him purring. It was time to start
the counter-maneuvers and
put his own ideas into action.
Closing his door, Rowen
slipped on the faded black t-shirt he'd
been holding and headed for his closet.
His old and worn jeans
were slung low on his hips and sliding ever lower
as he walked.
They were too large and dragged across the ground
around his feet,
but who cared? Sage, for one. It
annoyed him to no end seeing
Rowen dressed so shabbily. He was just
going to have to put up
with it today, though. He'd earned every
annoying thing (large or
small) that Rowen could come up with to throw
at him.
Taking a moment to yank
his jeans back up before they slithered
off him completely, the archer dropped to his
knees and stretched
for a box that had been stuffed away in the darkest
reaches of the
closet. Pulling it close, Rowen dug through
the contents. Lifting
one, he muttered, "No," then another item, "No,"
and again.
"C'mon...where are you?" He shifted a bit
of lace aside and found
what he was looking for. "There we are,"
Rowen grinned slyly,
drawing the objects forth from the box.
"You've earned nothing
less, Seiji dearest, and you're going to get
it all. I *do* hope you're
ready for me."
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Kento's thumbs jammed
hard, almost painfully, against the
buttons on his controller. His brows were
drawn down tight in
concentration and he chewed on his bottom lip.
"Come on, come
on, come on! Die already, will ya?!"
He sat on the floor,
back against the couch, legs scrunched up
before him and wedged against the coffee table.
To his right,
snuggled on the far cushion, were Dais and Yuli.
The former Dark
Warlord watched the action on the television
screen with a look of
fascination, comfortably wrapped in Yuli's arms
and legs, with his
own long legs stretched across the cushions.
"And this is just a game?"
he asked, tossing a look upward at
Yuli.
A confirming nod came
in quick reply. "Although you'd never
guess that watching Kento play. I personally
think Rowen is worse,
though."
"Victory is mine!"
cried the player. He pressed another button
and the game paused. Kento turned to look
at his spectators.
"What are you two staring at?"
Before he could get his
answer, Cye swept into the room, Mia
keeping pace right behind him. "I can't
believe you got rid of it!"
Cye exclaimed, hands tossed up before him in
bewilderment. "That
outfit left nothing to the imagination!
AND Ryo drooled so much
every time he saw you in it, I seriously thought
he'd flood us out of
the house!"
"Well, I'm sorry.
I didn't know that when White Blaze decided
to use it as a chew toy you'd be wanting it later!"
Mia shot back.
"Let's just go out shopping and find something
new, hm?"
"Fine." Cye snatched
up his jacket and then tossed Mia hers.
"Kento, love, we're going. Be back later."
He stole a quick kiss
and vanished out into the entry hall.
Shrugging into her dark
brown jacket, Mia caught Kento, Yuli,
and Dais watching her. "What?"
"...nothing..." Yuli
said absently, fingers once again winding
through the white strands of hair on the head
now pillowed against
his chest.
With a grumble that contained
(as far as they could make out)
the words "men" and "can't", the woman grabbed
up her purse and
took off after Cye.
"That was interesting," Kento announced.
"Wasn't it?" Dais agreed.
He was about to say more when
Rowen floated into the room with a dangerous
smirk. Leaning over
the back of the couch, the archer declared, "Lovely
weather we're
having, ne?"
Kento frowned. "What do you want?"
"Not much. I was
just wondering if you three might like to go
to the movies tonight...and take Cye and Mia
with you, wherever
they've gotten off to just now."
Yuli laughed. "He wants us all to vacate the premises!"
"No," Dais corrected,
"not all of us. He didn't mention taking
Sage - which is completely understandable - or
Ryo."
Yuli grinned and flashed
a twinkling gaze at his blue-haired
friend. "So, Rowen, whatcha cookin' up
with just the three of ya?"
"Nothing," he replied,
although it sounded more like 'none of
your business.' "Will you go? I'll
pay everyone's way."
Kento's blinked his jolly
blue eyes a few times then said, "In that
case, sure. Where's the money?" He
held out one of his big hands
until his friend dropped a wad of bills into
his grasp. Stuffing it all
in a pocket, he quickly supplied a "Thank you.
You can go now."
"I have your word that you'll all be gone tonight?"
"If I have to drag everyone
kicking and screaming," Kento
assured him.
When the slender archer
was gone, Dais snickered and asked,
"What do you think, Yul?"
"If I keep in mind that
Ryo *did* make a move on Rowen, and
the fact that I saw Sage hauling Ryo down into
the basement under
the pretense of doing laundry... I don't
think I'd be wrong to say
this house will be hosting a threesome tonight."
Kento's ears perked up
at this and he suddenly excused himself,
leaving his game paused. "I need to go
take care of something. I'll
be right back."
"Hm. Everyone seems
mighty busy today," Dais commented,
running the fingers of one slim hand over the
ragged ends of Yuli's
old, smoke-grey corduroys.
"And to think we kick
started the whole thing!" the eighteen
year old proclaimed proudly. "What do you
think Kento's doing?"
The depth of thought
showed clearly in the former Warlord's
one blue eye. After a minute or two, he
asked, "How many of
those...what are they called?...camcorders are
lying around the
house?"
"A couple. Why? Oh! Never mind. I get what you're saying."
"I bet you Mia will want a copy."
"That's not a bet. It's a given."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Ryo closed the lid of
the washer and started the machine. He
didn't know why *he* was doing this, but he was
sure it had
something to do with stalling the little talk
Sage wanted to have.
He sighed and leaned against the washer.
There was no way he
was getting back upstairs without the blond tearing
into him.
Leaning his head down on the cool white-colored
metal, Ryo
awaited his execution bravely.
His shock was total and
complete when he felt strong hands run
lightly over his denim-clad rear. Ryo lifted
his head, eyes wide, his
throat emitting a tiny, "...eep..."
Sage, with the tiniest
of grins, leaned forward, draping himself
over Ryo's suddenly tense back. Letting
his elegant fingers play
with the long raven locks that fell over Ryo's
nape, he gently
brought up the subject that had his friend's
stomach tied in knots.
"I hear you've got a thing for Rowen."
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END PART FIVE
