Fan Fiction / Yami No Matsuei Fan Fiction / Yu-Gi-Oh! Fan Fiction / Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction / Final Fantasy - All Series Fan Fiction / Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction / X/1999 Fan Fiction ❯ Impending Fate ❯ Aishiteru..... ( Chapter 3 )

Before u read this next chapter I just wanna warn ppl theres like a `slashy' bit somewhere in this chapter.....

Ja.....

Enjoy ^___^

Getting the drunken God up marble stairs is challenging but getting him to take off his dress jacket is unspeakable. After a lot of huffing, puffing and curses Malik finally managed to get the God of Strife on his `bed' not the couch, floor or table but the bed. The sandy haired God looked around for some sort of clothes hanger for the jacket, muttering how Strife will always be Strife no matter what form he comes in. He glanced at the sleeping form.

`Elders! He looks so beautiful when he's asleep. Malik's purple dusk eyes gazed over the sprawled figure of strife. He was sprawled on his back, his pale arm thrown wearily across his forehead, the silky ebony coloured hair spread over the cream satin pillow, and lips slightly parted mumbling inaudible words that Malik could not hear.

Malik reached out and tenderly stroked the marble cheek.

Oh how the sandy haired god crave to intertwine his fingers through the beautiful ebony black hair as he plunge his tongue into the submissive mouth in a bruising kiss testing the sweetness inside. Malik groaned despairingly to himself as `inappropriate images' danced tauntingly in his mind. He continued to watch the sleeping form, brushing stray hairs from the beautiful face.

`If anyone knew about this they would be laughing their silly chookie heads off.' He gave a grim smile.

`If only Hatsui knew how he felt about him. If only you never left me…' lost in his own thoughts Malik bent down gracefully and planted the softest kiss upon his lips.

"I still love you." Justice whispered.

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"I feel like the need to fuck." Yohji Koudou, the handsome yet sleazy God of Memories declared out loud. Brushing golden strands from his finely structured face, revealing striking emerald eyes.

"Fuck Yohji did I need to know that?!" exclaimed a feminine voice beside him, a pair of black eyes flashed him a dark look, he returned the look with his best sexy pout.

The angel raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"Yo-kun, go try your sex attempts somewhere else." She whacked him across the head with her fan, a cry of pain sprouted from Yohji's lips.

"Or you can take the easy way out and go WANK YOUSELF!!!" she added spitefully and continued reading her book, ignoring his presence.

"You can be such a bitch when you want to Satoshi." He mumbled under his breath as he got up.

"But you've always been a wanker." She retorted, not even looking up from her book.

Yohji snorted in reply.

"At least I'm a wanker with class, you little bitchkin." He winked and hurried out the door.

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With a cats gracefulness Yohji slithered up to the unexpected Shinigami and draped his slender arms around him.

"How's the Shinigami." Yohji purred in his ear, his voice filled with lust.

Tsuzuki fumbled for some words as the God slid in front of him his hands trailing down his chest. Emerald desire filled eyes captured the confused purple ones.

Tsuzuki backed up against the counter.

"...do you...want me?" The god whispered seductively in his ear while giving the angel feather light kisses down his neck.

Tsuzuki muffled a groan and grinded his hips against Yohji's showing his `aroused' state.

`Ha! Gotcha now' Yohji grinned to himself.

Unexpectedly the Shinigami yanked Yohji's golden locks back and claimed his mouth as his own.

`Fuck, he wants it BAD!'

After a while of mock battle of tongues both of them were left panting for breath.

"Let's take this somewhere else." Yohji clamped a steely grip on Tsuzuki's wrist, dragged him to a shadowy corner of the room then shimmered to who knows else where.

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TBC

Well its wise to NOT know where Yo-kun and Tsuzuki-san `shimmered' off to....*maniac laugh*