Fushigi Yuugi Fan Fiction ❯ A Fine Line - FY ❯ Of Questions and Answers ( Chapter 5 )

Author's notes and warnings: Hello! Welcome back, no da! Thank you for your patience, I tried to get this out as soon as I could. Honest! I hope you like it.

This chapter will have some lime, not a lot; I'm still teasing the boys. LOL. Yeah, I hope they don't carry a grudge, ne?

Hugs and bright blessings to all my reviewers for FY and WK version, no da!!!

Special thanks for my very diligent beta-reader, Hitari-chan. Thank you sweety! *great big hug* Again, if there are still boo-boos, I probably went in and fiddled the Hitari's finished product, no da… *hugs Hitari-chan*

A Fine Line - FY: Chapter 5 - Of Questions and Answers

By Moonraven

(Day three, sometime after the last chapter)

"Okay… it's later, so what the hell is going on?" Tryffin asked with some irritation since the man next to him hadn't kept his part of the bargain and explain things to him.

They'd left Aya and Ken for sometime now but the man still hadn't said a word. The only thing he kept doing was frown, glare at the road ahead of them and check the rear view mirror periodically. The man was paranoid and this whole fucking thing was making Tryffin nervous too.

"Hello? Remember the `I always keep my promises' thing? Well, you ain't keepin' em!"

Instead of replying, Ceilen pressed a button on his steering wheel and a small screen that Tryffin hadn't noticed before blinked into life. It looked suspiciously like one of those radar thingies that you see in movies but never in a millions years expect to see one in real life let alone in a freaking car. A constant ping sounded every few seconds or so and Tryffin peered closer to get a better look.

"Damn, you are something else, you know that?" Tryffin pointed to a small black dot blinking in and out on the screen. "What's that? Is that us right there?"

"Don't touch the screen!" Ceilen warned sharply. "Instruments in this car are highly sensitive. Don't touch!"

Tryffin pulled his hand back with a pout. "So, was that us?"

"Yes."

Oooh! He actually answered! Tryffin made a face but didn't say it out loud. "Why are we looking at ourselves? Shouldn't we be looking at where the others are?"

Ceilen turned and looked at him briefly before turning back to the road again. "Is there anything around us on the screen?"

Tryffin looked at the lonely little black dot and shook his head. "No, we're alone." He frowned as he looked up and out of the car. There were plenty of other cars around them. "How come these other cars aren't on the screen?"

"They are of no concern to us." Ceilen said as he glanced sideways at the monitor. "We're watching out for Kritiker. They use a specialized communication unit in their vehicles. Signals or messages from these units can't be intercepted by anyone who doesn't have the same system. Because of that, it's easy to lock onto them. This particular radar is designed to pickup signals from those units. No blinks, no Kritiker."

Tryffin could have sworn he'd stop breathing while Ceilen was talking. In all the time he had spent with the man, he had NEVER heard so many words coming out of the man's mouth. Damn!

At Tryffin's silence, Ceilen turned an irritated frown towards the redhead. "What?" Ceilen asked the openmouthed Tryffin.

Tryffin closed his mouth and grinned. "Wow, That was… great. But… who's Kritiker? And who's Weiss?" Since the man was in the talking mood, maybe he'd tell Tryffin a thing or two.

A brief hesitation, then Ceilen sighed. "Kritiker is Weiss and Weiss is Kritiker. They are the same."

Tryffin waited for more but nothing else came. With an exasperated snort, he turned in his seat and glared at Ceilen.

"That's it?!" He yelled. "All that shit about later you'll tell me EVERYTHING… and that was fucking it?! I was so freaking proud of you for spouting all that shit about their communication system, man, I take that all back!"

Ceilen didn't look happy at being yelled at but that was too fucking bad. "It's very complicated. You wouldn't understand."

"I'm not a complete idiot, try me."

"I didn't think you were." Ceilen frowned at nothing in particular as he ran a hand through his hair.

"So… why wouldn't I understand?" Tryffin pushed.

Ceilen sighed in exasperation. "EVERYTHING is a very long and involved story. I can't summarize the things I'd lived with half my life in just a few minutes! It'll have to be later!"

"Okay… `later' when?"

"When we're safely on our way."

"On our way where?" Wasn't the Bat Cave their hideout?

"Do you ever shut up?" Ceilen turned and asked then held up his hand and shook his head. "Never mind, DON'T answer that."

Tryffin smiled and relaxed in his seat. "So… which buttons CAN I touch?"

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ceilen pulled into the broken down structure they were in the night before and closed the door. The floor dropped down once again and he drove underground. When, at last, they'd stopped, Ceilen turned off the engine. He reached up and turned on the small light then turned to face Tryffin. He looked hard at the redhead silently for a few seconds, and then sighed in resignation.

"I can only give you a brief background for now. We really don't have much time."

Tryffin nodded. It certainly was better than nothing.

"Kritiker is a very large organization that takes out - eliminate, if you will - people that the conventional law enforcement agencies cannot. They don't answer to any authorities except Persia, their leader. Unfortunately, there are bad people in that organization and they were the ones that took out Shitahara. Thinking that you may have witnessed something, I guess they are after you as well."

"Okay… whoa… hold on… What people can't the police handle? Are you talking about those terrorists? Are they, like, an anti-terrorist group or something?"

"No. They are more like vigilantes. Some people in this society are untouchable because of various factors. Some are very powerful themselves and own the authorities. Some have connections, while others are too clever to leave traceable trails. Sometimes unorthodox methods are the only way to take them down."

Tryffin digested this for a moment before he ventured on again. "When you say there are bad people, are there good people too?"

Ceilen nodded. "Most of Kritiker are good, decent people who fight to keep the world safe from evil. It's hard to tell them apart sometimes and the defining line between good and evil isn't always clear. If you're not careful, you can end up on the other side easily."

Tryffin looked sharply at his companion as Ceilen's voice dropped noticeably when he said the last sentence. It was almost as if the man had experienced it himself.

"What do Aya and Ken have to do with them?" There were tons of things running around in his head but he had to choose his questions carefully. Their version of Twenty Questions was probably more like 5 questions.

"They are Weiss, a part of Kritiker. There are many teams out there and they are one of them."

"Are they with the good Kritiker or the bad one?"

"I'm thinking that they are good." Ceilen said with something that COULD have been a smile.

Tryffin sighed in relief. THAT was a piece of good news. "Look, I know Shitahara was doing some pretty bad shit, so why would taking him out be considered `bad'?"

This time there was a long pause and Tryffin thought that Ceilen wasn't going to say anything.

"Shitahara was part of Kritiker; the bad part. He was blackmailing some of the other members who were equally bad, so they had him removed. He's one of the older members. He's done a lot of harm. It's actually a good thing that he's gone."

"But I didn't see anything." Tryffin protested. "Aya had some guy drug me and carry me off. When I came to, I was right outside rabid with Kouji and some medic."

"They don't know that." Ceilen said and reached up to turn off the light. "Weiss must be going soft themselves if they are allowing witnesses to remain alive." Ceilen said into the darkness but before Tryffin could ask more questions, Ceilen opened the car door. Tryffin sighed unhappily; he was actually enjoying the time they were spending together especially now that Ceilen was talking to him. He didn't want it to end so soon and have the man turn into a snowcactus. Heh, heh, heh, he actually had THAT mental image of the icy, prickly man.

"So… if we're running from the `bad' Kritiker, why can't we get the `good' Kritiker to help us?" He asked Ceilen as the generator came on and the cave was bathed in the pale fluorescent light. "Don't they want to clean up the house, so to speak?"

Ceilen walked briskly ahead of him to the corridor leading to his room. He paused briefly but continued walking as he answered Tryffin.

"It has nothing to do with them."

"So you've told Aya and Ken, repeatedly. But the way I see it, it's got more to do with THEM than it has to do with YOU." He watched Ceilen's stiff back get even stiffer and continued, "Or is there something else you've left out? You know, like what does all this have to do with you?"

They reached Ceilen's room and the man went straight to his desk, putting files into the cardboard boxes and disconnecting his laptop and his printer. "Traitors inside Kritiker were responsible for the deaths of my parents."

Ceilen spoke without emotion; no one would have guessed that they were talking about something that was so close to the man's heart. Tryffin stared at his bodyguard in shock but Ceilen kept putting things away as if he hadn't spoken about anything so sensitive.

"I'm sorry, man." Tryffin muttered; feeling subdued all of a sudden. "I've lost my parents, too." He offered in ways of consolation though he wasn't sure why. Ceilen sure as hell didn't need his sympathy. He didn't even look like he'd cared when he spoke of his parents' deaths.

Surprisingly, the man stopped what he was doing and looked up at Tryffin. His eye clouded for a second and Tryffin thought he had seen gratitude but as it vanished as quickly as it came, Tryffin was left to wonder if that was it at all. Ceilen stared at him mutely for a few seconds then nodded briskly and went back to his stuff again.

"Need help?" Tryffin offered and moved to put the lids on boxes that looked like they were done.

Ceilen looked like he was about to say no, so Tryffin added nonchalantly, "It'll be faster, that way, we can get out of here."

As he had suspected, Ceilen seemed to have a thing for efficiency, for he nodded and shoved more boxes Tryffin's way.

A few minutes later they were done; there weren't all that much to begin with. The room was now empty except for the desk, the nightstand, the bed and the chest. Everything else was in the boxes and Ceilen started to carry them out the door.

"Dude, we're not gonna get all this in your car." Tryffin commented as he picked up two boxes at a time.

"We're not going in my car."

Tryffin frowned at the hesitation he heard in Ceilen's voice. They hadn't known each other very long but Tryffin was beginning to know some of Ceilen's moods and tones of voice. That was definitely the `I don't-know-if-I-should-tell-you' voice.

"Why do I feel like I'm not gonna like this?" Tryffin asked as the rounded the corridor going away from the Bat Cave. The passageway curve downward and Tryffin felt a cold draft coming from somewhere up ahead. He didn't like it at all; it smelled too much like the sea.

"Ceilen?" Tryffin stopped walking and stared nervously down the path.

Ceilen turned to look at the younger man thoughtfully. He didn't seem irritated or surprised that Tryffin had decided to take root in the middle of the corridor and THAT made Tryffin even more nervous. Ceilen was prepared for his reaction.

"Why don't you put the boxes on the floor then go back and bring the rest here? I'll go down and put these away and come back for those later." Ceilen suggested quietly.

"Er… okay, good idea." Tryffin hastily put his burden down and rushed back for the others. Ceilen knew that he hated - okay, he was terrified - of the water… so, was he being kind? He was actually being considerate? Awww… that was so sweet! Tryffin found himself grinning like an idiot at the thought of Ceilen being nice to him. Heh, heh, heh, he likes me! Tryffin snickered to himself as he fetched the rest of the boxes and waited for Ceilen in the middle of the corridor.

Ceilen came back up and took two boxes at a time then disappeared down the passage again. Tryffin chewed on his bottom lip and shuffled in place agitatedly. He couldn't very well let Ceilen do all the work. The man was kind enough to spare him the horror of being by the sea, surely he could be considerate enough to help him bring his stuff closer to where ever it was he was putting them.

With that thought, Tryffin picked up a file box and trudged down after his bodyguard. He wondered what Ceilen had in mind for them? Why store away all the stuff? Where were they going? Wouldn't he be needing these things? And when the hell was the man going to get him some clothes?

Occupied with his thoughts, Tryffin didn't realize that he had reached his destination and nearly fell off the stoned walkway when it abruptly changed into rough wooden planks. He stopped and stared in horror when he saw that he was now looking at a very large under ground cave that apparently sat right on the ocean. There was water and everything! The wooden planks were in fact a makeshift pier, which led right onto a big black boat.

Tryffin had no use for correct names for boats, they were basically the same; they stayed on water that he stayed off of, therefore were never important enough for him to remember. All he knew was that this was one of them big boats that people can stay forever on. He hated boats. They were WAY too close to the water.

"What are you doing here?" Ceilen's calm voice brought Tryffin back from his waking nightmare, which involved a very wet and very dead him. Tryffin stared apprehensively at his bodyguard - who, by the way, was supposed to keep him from being very wet and very dead - then handed him the box.

"I thought I'd help you." He said quietly. "Tell me we're NOT going in that." He pointed to the big boat, not wanting Ceilen to misunderstand him.

Ceilen looked at him for a second or so before saying solemnly, "We're not going in that."

"Man, I don't believe you!" Tryffin backed away and shook his head. "You mean it? Promise?"

Ceilen frowned and put down the box slowly then straightened up and faced Tryffin. "It's quite safe."

"Try telling that to my parents!" Tryffin growled and backed away from Ceilen. "That's what they thought about their damn boat too!" He spun on his heels and dashed up the walkway, determined to get the hell out of there. What the hell did Ceilen know anyway?

A firm grip on his wrist brought him to an abrupt stop and Tryffin tugged with all his might to get free. Instead Ceilen pulled him back and he crashed clumsily into the man. Ceilen wrapped one arm around Tryffin's waist while the other steadied them against the wall so they wouldn't slam into it.

Tryffin's heart thundered in his chest more from their current position than from his fear of the water. Somehow, all thoughts of that left his mind as he stared into the serious brown eye just inches from his own. Ceilen pressed into him like he was afraid that Tryffin would balk any moment and maybe he would've if his legs would start working.

Tryffin swallowed and looked away from the searching eye and mumbled, "You must think I'm a wimp or something."

Ceilen didn't say anything for a long time and Tryffin turned his head back defiantly, to look into what he thought would be contempt in Ceilen's eye.

But there was no contempt, only puzzlement as Ceilen continued to search his face for… who the heck knows what.

"What I think doesn't matter." Ceilen's voice was matter of fact but his eye still held a hint of confusion.

Tryffin looked away again and slumped against the wall. Ceilen loosened his grip around Tryffin's waist but didn't release him, making the younger man even more flustered than he was. Tryffin couldn't understand the sense of comfort and security he felt with Ceilen so close. Was it because he knew the man was a very good bodyguard? Was it because he knew that Ceilen was hired to protect him, so being around the man made him feel safe? Tryffin wasn't sure of the reason, all he knew was that when Ceilen held him this close, he felt no fear at all… ocean or no ocean…

But Ceilen knew he was afraid. Ceilen didn't deny that he thought Tryffin was a wimp. "Go ahead and laugh." He said softly as he looked at his bandaged feet. "It's not only because of my parents' deaths, I've always been afraid of water. Well, not ALL water but just the large bodies of water…" Why the hell was he explaining this to Ceilen?

To his ultimate surprise, Ceilen didn't laugh. Instead, he said, "Everyone is afraid of something. It's nothing to be ashamed of."

Tryffin looked up in his astonishment and gaped at the man. Ceilen studied him somberly, his one beautiful brown eye boring deep into Tryffin's soul, as if he needed to see for himself what made the redhead tick. Tryffin held his breath; the man was truly breathtaking.

Without thinking, Tryffin lifted a hand and gently brushed away Ceilen bangs to reveal the dark eye patch. Ceilen stiffened immediately but didn't pull away. Encouraged, Tryffin trailed his fingers down the side of Ceilen's face while his eyes fixed themselves on Ceilen's wide, sensual mouth. Tryffin licked his lips unconsciously as he wondered what Ceilen tasted like. Would he ever get the chance with Ceilen?

"What are YOU afraid of?" Tryffin asked softly as he leaned forward ever so slightly.

Ceilen blinked but didn't pull away. His eye still remained locked with Tryffin's and the redhead used this opportunity to move even closer. He could hardly believe that Ceilen was allowing him this close…

"I…" Ceilen stopped there and frowned. Tryffin didn't like Ceilen frowning. It meant the man was going back to the Super-bodyguard mode and THAT meant no more snugglies for Tryffin. Tryffin liked Ceilen where he was, pressing close against him.

Unfortunately, one of Tryffin's body parts also liked Ceilen pressed up against him… a whole lot, and soon Ceilen himself became aware of Tryffin's hardening problem. With a small gasp and a surprised look, Ceilen moved to pull away but Tryffin snaked his hand behind Ceilen's neck and held him fast.

"You didn't answer me." Tryffin's eyes challenged Ceilen to stay where he was.

"I don't have to." Ceilen's eye narrowed as he accepted the challenge.

"You're afraid of… this." Tryffin thrust his hips forward slightly and ground his erection into Ceilen.

The man gasped again at Tryffin's boldness and this time, succeeded in pulling away. He stared at Tryffin strangely from a foot away and the redhead clearly saw massive confusion and something that was very close to fear in Ceilen's eye.

"You're wrong." Ceilen said.

Tryffin raised his brows in mock astonishment. "Really?' He smiled and pushed himself off the wall then laughed as Ceilen took a step back immediately. "Then why are you running away?"

"I'm not… we have to finish loading the Black Hawk. We don't have much time before we set sail." Ceilen predictably regained his composure and the mask of indifference was back on his face.

At the mention of sailing, Tryffin started to panic again and shook his head. He was okay a minute ago, why did the man have to mention sailing? "Look… we don't have to go on the boat, right? You said we weren't going on it."

Ceilen frowned again. "You were fine just now, what happened?"

You were closer, Tryffin wanted to say but luckily didn't. One rejection per day was his limit, thank you, very much.

"I wasn't thinking about the water…" I was thinking about fucking you.

"Well… then think about whatever it was you were thinking about, so we can get going."

Tryffin looked pointedly at his sometimes-clueless bodyguard and cocked his head to one side. To Tryffin's surprise, he thought he saw a trace of something definitely pink across the bridge of Ceilen's nose before Ceilen hastily looked away. Was the man blushing?

"Don't tell me you're afraid of gay men." Tryffin fished for information… he wasn't sure of Ceilen's sexual preference but the fact that the man had held him and allowed him to caress his face had given Tryffin a ray of hope.

"I'm not."

Damn! That didn't tell him anything. He was going to have to come up with something else.

"You're just afraid of me then?"

Ceilen turned and gave him a `say WHAT?' look but didn't deem it worth his royal pain in the ass' time to respond so he just stood there and stared at Tryffin.

The redhead, on the other hand, was getting royally pissed at the disdainful look the other man was giving him so he turned and started up the passage again. "I don't need this shit…" he muttered and marched purposely along the path, fully intending on walking back to Kouji's place, to hell with assassins.

"Where are you going?" Ceilen's exasperated voice called very close to his heels, making Tryffin eeped with a start.

Without stopping or looking around, Tryffin barked at his soon to be ex-bodyguard. "Home!"

Ceilen grabbed him again and this time pushed him none too gently against the stoned wall of the corridor. "We don't have time for this nonsense, Tryffin. We're leaving and we're leaving now." Ceilen's face was just inches from his and if Tryffin leaned over just a tiny bit he could brush his lips against Ceilen's, but he wasn't in the mood so that was just gonna have to wait.

"I'm not going." He said stubbornly even though he had a pretty good idea that if Ceilen wanted him on the boat, he was going on the boat. But he didn't have to like it, and he was certainly not going to make it easy on the man!

But Ceilen surprised him again. Instead of demanding and dragging the redhead to the boat, his features softened as he looked earnestly into Tryffin's amber eyes.

"I won't let anything happen to you, Tryffin." Ceilen told him seriously. "I promise."

Tryffin melted and melted… and if Ceilen weren't holding him, he would have been a big gooey puddle at the man's feet. Damn him! And as he looked into that grave brown eye, he found himself drawn into that safe warm place he was earlier and the fear of the deep dark unknown was no longer crowding in on him. He was no longer panicking and he wondered if Ceilen knew of the effect he had on the redhead.

"NO." Tryffin said, and then winced when he heard how that made him sound like a pouting brat. He lifted his chin defiantly even though he knew the other man had won; appearances were important, damn it!

"Yes." Ceilen said softly and unexpectedly leaned in. Tryffin widened his eyes in shock but before he could react, he felt pressure at the base of his neck and everything started to turn black.

Damn it, not again!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Kouji couldn't take his eyes off the youngster standing a few feet away. The young man had the most amazing shade of hair Kouji had ever seen. Pink was not something any man could pull off; especially in hair color but the boy was an exception with a capital "X". Combined with his laughing brown eyes and the ultra sexy, black school uniform, the boy was completely irresistible. Kouji watched as the snug fitting pants hugged the slim hips and perfect round ass, and sighed audibly as the young man moved his arms making the short black coat pull taut over his broad back.

Kouji absently wondered which university the boy attended and how old he was. High school uniforms were sometimes very similar to the universities' and Kouji hoped he was right in guessing that the young man was older than high schoolers… He did not want kids. Tryffin had been an exception when they first met but then the redhead had never looked THAT young. This one still held an air of innocence that drew Kouji in like the proverbial moth to the flames…

"Can I help you?" Those laughing brown eyes were now looking at him inquiringly and Kouji wondered how the hell did he come to stand in front of the kid. Damn, he was even cuter up close!

"Er…" Kouji looked around the cafeteria frantically. "What's good today?" Tryffin would have sprinted over from where ever he was and smacked him upside the head if he knew what an idiot Kouji was.

The gorgeous face broke into a smile and the young man turned to the array of foods then pointed to several dishes of pasta. "I heard that those are the best though I haven't tried them myself." His voice was warm and husky, making Kouji's hentai mind go into overdrive.

"Thanks, maybe we could try them together."

The young man blinked at him and Kouji realized that his comment about trying the food together might not have registered well. "I meant if you haven't eaten, maybe you could try them. I know I am. My name's Kouji." He said and held out his hand, relieved that some of his poise and charms had returned.

The boy nodded as he shook Kouji's hand and his smile got brighter. "Shinji Terada." When Kouji didn't let his hand go right away, he saw Shinji blushed and the boy lowered his eyes. Kawaii!

"I'm sorry." Kouji cleared his throat and let the boy go. Judging from Shinji's reaction, Kouji's attentions were certainly not unwelcome.

"Do you come here often? I haven't seen you here before." Smooth, Kouji, very smooth. If it wouldn't look completely idiotic, Kouji would have rolled his eyes at his own comments. Those were the oldest pick-up lines EVER!

The blush remained on Shinji's face as he shook his head. So the boy was aware of what Kouji was doing. And he was still talking to Kouji… interesting.

"I have a school assignment around here so I stopped by for lunch."

"Lucky me." Kouji said softly, making the younger man blush even brighter before looking away. "What school do you go to? Your uniform doesn't look familiar."

"It's a private university… it's not very big." That would explain the exotic crest on the uniform. Well, at least he was not too young. "How about you? Do you work around here?"

"No, not around here but I'm checking out something at the police station next door and I usually eat here when I do."

Shinji narrowed an eye speculatively at him. "Usually? Do you work with the police then?"

"From time to time. My business is in securities so… we help each other now and then." Kouji said and then ushered the younger man to the line. "How about I buy you lunch and we can talk some more." Kouji suggested, his hand resting lightly on the small of Shinji's back and his eyes bore heatedly into the Shinji's. He couldn't help it. This young man was making every pore in his body steamed up and Kouji could not let him get away.

Shinji swallowed and nodded. "That would be very nice, thank you."

Kouji smiled. "The pleasure's all mine." If he played his cards right, he wouldn't have to sleep alone tonight.

Occupied with his silent elation, Kouji completely missed the exchanged of glances between his hopeful conquest and a strange red-haired woman. The woman got up and then after a last look at the pink haired young man, nodded briskly and left the cafeteria.

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Tryffin had a horrible headache. It started at the base of his neck and ran all the way up the back of his head to end somewhere in the back of his eyes. He rubbed at his eyes, trying to relieve the pain but the movement brought more pain to the base of his neck. What the…?

Then he remembered. His eyes shot open and he looked around frantically. He was on a small bed in a room of some kind. The bed was pushed up against one wall and the wall had a small round window…

NANI? Round window? Normal rooms didn't have round windows. And rooms in caves certainly didn't have any windows let alone a round one. Boats have round windows… Why DO they have round windows…?

No, no, no, no…. It can't be. He shot up in bed and regretted it immediately. His head obviously didn't approve of the sudden movement and Tryffin clutched at it in vain.

"How are you feeling?"

That voice. He knew that voice. Tryffin growled but didn't lift his head from his hands. He was in too much agony right then to adequately inflict terrible pain on Ceilen so he would settle for comforting his aching head instead. There'll be plenty of time later to properly plan and carry out any satisfactory dismemberment of a certain one-eyed bodyguard.

"I've made you some tea for the headache." That horrible voice - beautiful when Tryffin wasn't mad at him - continued and Tryffin felt the foot of the bed dipped slightly as Ceilen sat down. "It will make the pain go away."

"I wouldn't HAVE the pain if it weren't for you!" Tryffin growled into his hand, refusing to look up. The man had the nerve to do some pressure point shit on him and now he fucking offered tea? What the hell was wrong with this picture?

"It was necessary." Ceilen said simply.

"The hell it was!" He barked at Ceilen and drew his legs up beneath him and scooted further up the bed, away from the other man. He'd trusted Ceilen. He'd never thought the man would resort to something this… this… underhanded. He could have accepted it if Ceilen had thrown him over his shoulder and marched him on the boat, but to knock him out? That was… sneaky!

He heard Ceilen sighed but didn't look up and continued to remain curled up in one corner of the bed. He wasn't sure what he was feeling; they were all jumbled up inside him like a big whirlwind of emotions. He was terrified to death of where he was but he was angry as hell too. The pain in his head didn't help and he couldn't think straight. Gods, he wished he were unconscious again so he wouldn't feel any of this, so he wouldn't know that he was on the thing that he feared the most in his entire life.

"I promised I wouldn't let anything happen to you. You are safe with me." Ceilen voice was soft but firm and Tryffin didn't have any doubt that he meant every word of it. What Ceilen didn't realize was that it made no difference to someone who was as scared as he was.

"Where the hell are we?" Tryffin asked gruffly. And someone better help Ceilen if the man said they were at sea. Tryffin knew they were at sea; he just wanted to know WHERE at sea.

"You've been unconscious for about 6 hours now. I didn't think you'd be out so long…" That wasn't the answer he was looking for but it told him two things, nonetheless. They were about 6 hours away from Tokyo and Ceilen was worried about him… the latter was more of a feeling than deduction but surely he was right?

He raised his head slightly and peered at the man from between his fingers. Ceilen sat frowning at him, holding a round ceramic teacup.

Tryffin snorted and held out his hand for the cup. "Don't tell me you were worried." Ceilen handed him the tea silently and watched him drink. Tryffin downed the hot content then handed Ceilen the cup. "You know I'm gonna beat the shit out of you when I feel better, right?"

The corner of Ceilen's lips quirked slightly and he shrugged. "You're welcome to try."

Aw, man, he was SO gonna get it. What arrogance! He was about to tell Ceilen so when the man started to become blurry. Tryffin blinked several times to clear his vision and noticed that his headache was better. But now everything else was swaying madly. "What… what kind of tea?" He mumbled and collapsed back on the bed.

"The kind that will keep troubled dreams away." He heard Ceilen say softly but he couldn't be sure. He felt Ceilen stretch him out and arranged the blanket over him. He tried to keep his eyes open but everything was spinning violently. He moaned and surrendered to the darkness once again.

~*~*~

This time when Tryffin woke, he felt no pain but the terror was still there. He cried out and buried his head under the pillow and drew himself into the fetal position. Oh gods, he was going to die, he was going to die. They would sink and disappear into the dark bottomless water and never be seen again.

A gentle hand rested firmly on his shoulder and he whimpered into the mattress.

"Tryffin." Ceilen called softly but Tryffin didn't want to move. If he stayed very still, maybe the boat wasn't going to tip over and they would be okay. "I thought you wanted to beat the shit out of me." Ceilen's voice sounded smug and just for a fraction of a second, Tryffin nearly lost his fear and jumped the man.

When Tryffin didn't respond, Ceilen continued, "Would talking help keep your mind off the… problem?"

"NO!" Tryffin managed to yell into the matress yet made it sound angry enough.

Ceilen was silent for a long time then he surprised Tryffin with, "In the cave, you said…that you were thinking about something that… kept your mind off the… current problem." There was a long pause from both parties; Ceilen wasn't quite sure how to go on and Tryffin wasn't quite sure he'd heard the man right. Was he offering… Nah!

But Tryffin remembered how he'd felt safe in Ceilen's arms. It'd felt right and the dream he had when he was sleeping in the cave on Ceilen's bed flashed across his mind. The feeling of total peace and utter joy at being in the arms of the blue-haired man was so opposite of what he was feeling now that he wanted to feel them again. He wanted to feel safe and Ceilen had made him feel safe.

Tryffin snaked a hand from under the blanket and grabbed Ceilen's wrist. He held on tight and pulled the man closer to him. Ceilen hesitated but then climbed into the bed to lie down along side him. Tryffin came out from under the pillow and pressed himself against the stiff Ceilen.

"Hold me?" He asked in a small voice. "Just hold me." He buried his head in Ceilen's shoulder, drinking in the warm familiar scent that had always managed to make him feel loved and contented. Ceilen remained frozen next to Tryffin but at least he didn't push the redhead away. Then after a few moments of what Tryffin guessed to be pure shock, Ceilen slipped his arm under Tryffin's head and pulled the other man against him. Ceilen turned his body slightly towards Tryffin and then draped his other arm across Tryffin's waist, holding the younger man securely.

Tryffin snuggled closer and sighed into his bodyguard's neck. This was it. This was the feeling of completeness he had felt in his dream. This was perfection and if he were to die now, he wouldn't care less.

"Ceilen." He murmured contentedly into the man's neck and unconsciously rubbed his face against the soft warm skin. He took a deep breath, filling his whole being with the scent of the man. But it wasn't enough. He wanted more. Moving so that he was half on top of his shocked-induced-stillness bodyguard, Tryffin opened his mouth and began sucking on Ceilen's neck.

Ceilen started almost violently and tried to move away from Tryffin's questing mouth. But as he stretched his neck trying to get away, it provided the redhead with more area to explore and explore it he did. Before long, Ceilen's little gasps turned less shocked and more pleasured and Tryffin smirked against the smooth skin as he made his way along the strong jaw line toward the temptingly parted lips.

But it wasn't Tryffin that took the last step to bring their lips together. Ceilen surprised Tryffin yet again when he let out a low growl and rolled Tryffin onto his back and devoured his mouth. The redhead wasn't about to complain, it didn't matter who kissed whom, just as long as they were kissing. He opened his mouth eagerly when Ceilen thrust his tongue between his lips and rubbed his own tongue ardently against Ceilen's. He moaned and thrust his hips up into the man and nearly cried out with joy when he felt an answering hardness above him.

Gods, this was too good to be true; Ceilen wanted him!

"Please, Ceilen, please…" He moaned when Ceilen released his lips and began his own quest down the redhead's neck. "Gods…" Tryffin moaned again when Ceilen pulled his t-shirt up and ran heated hands across his chest and stomach.

Tryffin arched up and pressed his aching chest into Ceilen's tongue as the man sucked and licked his nipples. Tryffin ran his hands through Ceilen's soft brown hair as he held the man's head close to his body. In his frenzy to touch Ceilen, Tryffin snagged his fingers in the string that held Ceilen's eye patch in place and it broke with a distinct snap.

Ceilen froze.

Tryffin froze.

Oh, shit. No, no, no, no, no…

With a choking cry, Ceilen pushed away from the bed and stumbled towards the door of the cabin. With his face half obscured by the long bangs; Ceilen turned to look at the stunned young man on the bed one last time before he bolted out the door and slammed it shut behind him.

Tryffin blinked at the closed door and thought hard about the expressions he saw on Ceilen's face. There were quite a few of them ranging from disbelief to shock to fear. He thought he saw disgust as well but he was willing to bet that the man was disgusted with himself rather than with Tryffin. Still it was not a comforting thought to have a make-out session with someone and then have them run out the door in horror.

And now he was all alone with his fears. Tryffin panicked again and hugged his knees to his chest. The movement brought a small hard object under his leg and he pulled it out absently. It was Ceilen's cell phone.

He stared at it hard for a few moments and looked up at the door. He looked back down to the phone again and a small nervous smile crossed his lips.

Serve you right for drugging me and then running out on me, you bastard! Tryffin thought as he flipped open the phone. So much for no one knowing where he was…

TBC…

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Moonraven's notes:

Heh, heh, heh…gomen, gomen. I really don't think they are ready for anything more just yet… I'll feed them lime every chapter now though…just to keep the juices running…O.O

Er…I didn't just write that…did I? *looks at the last paragraph* Ooops…Where the hell are these hentai muses coming from!!!!

Hehehehe, and isn't Tasuki-chan a bit aggressive today?

*runs off to write Silent Series* I promise to get to WK-6 real soon, maybe I'll write them at the same time, no da!