Category: Fanfic

“Mmm… Ken, watch it!” “Hmm?” Omi tried to free his knee from being squashed against the car seat, all the while keeping his contact with the insistent taller boy. “Mmm…” he mumbled again, into Ken’s kiss. He squirmed, trying to get comfortable. Ken helped him a second later, shifting himself so that they lay almost…

“Not in the porsche.” The dreaded phrase. Youji sighed to himself, frustrated. He couldn’t even count how many times he’d heard that phrase. Even with one hand sensuously caressing Aya’s thigh… even with the redhead fiercely tugging aside his shirt in order to reach the skin underneath… even in the midst of serious necking… Not…

Aya was sleeping. Well, he didn’t go to bed last night. Youji sat up against the cushions behind him so that he could comfortably watch his sleeping lover. If he were to move around too much, or make noise, the younger man would be awake in the next heartbeat. It had to be close to…

He wasn’t sure how long he’d been sleeping, but it had to have been a couple of hours at least. Omi rolled his shoulders, arching his back in a luxurious stretch. He felt warm, and Ken was still pressed up against him, his breathing steady against Omi’s throat. It’s real. Omi smiled to himself, feeling…

His head hurt. Youji groaned, pulling a pillow over his head. Fuck! What did I do last night? He hadn’t woken up with a hangover like this since he was Omi’s age. “Kill me,” he muttered, feeling his stomach turn. “Please.” He fought the urge to throw up. Told Aya I wouldn’t make a mess……

They said they’d be in the kitchen… Omi wandered through the hallways in the huge house, still feeling too vague to really care where he was going. Hopefully if he kept walking around, he’d eventually find the kitchen. At the moment, he hardly found it in him to care. Ken kissed me! He smiled to…

“That was an interesting conversation.” Aya glanced over his shoulder. Youji was leaning against the wall behind him, frowning. “The question is,” he continued, “Do we play along or call it quits?” “Of course we play along,” Aya answered. “What for?” Youji crossed his arms, almost petulantly. “They’re killing the emperor – so what? Who…

Omi seemed dazed, Youji noted, keeping his distance as he watched the two men thread their way through the crowd with the young man in tow. No one seemed to notice or care that there was a boy in chains being led around through the streets. Maybe that was the reason for his lack of…

Light had struck, searing through his eyelids. Aya fought back the urge to continue sleeping, allowing his eyes to open slowly, adjusting to the light. Once he’d made the transfer from sleep to wakefulness, the memory of what had happened before he’d been put to “sleep” came back swiftly. So why, Aya wondered, rapidly regaining…

“The foundations are burned.” Aya glanced back where the former extortionists lay dead across the room that had been their office. His words were almost drowned out by the ugly creaking sounds that belied his unemotional tone. “We have to leave the building.” “Now that’s an understatement if I ever heard one!” Ken snapped, a…