S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ In Love with a Friend ❯ Getting hit with the shit stick ( Chapter 2 )

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Warning: This is a Yaoi story that contains explicit content not for those under the age of 18, if you are under aged or the prospect of sex between to makes disturbs you, this is not for you.

 

Happy Note thingie: This takes place right at the end of the series, after the fight with Kinji Mujo.

 

In love with a friend

 

 

 

 

 

 

It had been two ragged, horrible weeks since the incident in the bathroom. Ryuho couldn't stop thinking about it, and whenever Kazuma was around, his fingers itched just to grab narrow hips, and hold on for the ride.

 

 

His eye ticked nervously. Of course, Kazuma had no freakin idea, oblivious and off in his own little happy world. Like now. They were currently stuffed into the back of Tachibana's jeep and Kazuma had fallen asleep on him. He squirmed uncomfortably, the ride to the city was a long trip.

 

 

Continuing to fidget, he got even more an edge when they took a sharp turn causing Kazuma to fall right into his lap.

 

 

'shitshitshitshitshit'

 

 

He looked up and snarled when he heard Tachibana snickering from the driver's seat, gripping the arm rest so hard, he could have swore he bent the metal. What the fuck was so funny? He glared, eyes burning holes into the back of the younger alter's head.

 

 

Kazuma, still deep in sleep, nuzzled his head deep into Ryuho' lap, making little sniffly noises and mumbling. Ryuho almost died, cussing to himself inarticulately.

 

 

“Mmm… Ryuho…” God damn it, what the fuck had he ever done? Kazuma's hand reached over and wrapped around Ryuho's thighs, causing the mantra in his head to grow louder.

 

 

'SHITSHITSHITSHIT'

 

 

Tachibana just cracked up even more as the panicked look on Ryuho's face, it was so amusing to watch them tip toe around each other, trying to act like they didn't like one another. He cackled maniacally as Ryuho tried to get away, practically throw his upper body outside the jeep and grabbing on to the frame. It was time for some fun.

 

 

Turning sharply left, he watched as Ryuho flew on top of a startled Kazuma, face glowing in embarrassment. Damn, this was priceless. He turned again making them crush more so against each other.

 

 

Through the glares of his teammates, he giggled evilly. Suddenly, Kazuma's eyes got very wide as he turned to look at the panting Ryuho.

 

 

“Something in your pocket is poking me, can you move a bit…” Tears almost poured down Ryuho's face. Why? WHY? Shifting a bit, he held in a moan as he rubbed against the smaller alter's raised leg. Thank god his uniform covered his lap, or this would've have been a lot worse.

 

 

Needless to say, the ride to city was not a fun one for our dearest Ryuho.

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Pulling off the top to his Holy uniform, he sighed deeply. Today had not gone so well, and he was going to get Tachibana back, rest assured. At least he had something to look forward to.

 

 

Cammie was throwing them a celebration party in honor of their defeat of the mainland in about an hour, and they were going to have booze. He smiled to himself, it was time to get wasted.

 

 

He changed quickly and walked out of his room for dinner.

 

 

When he arrived at dinner, Kazuma and Asuka where already seated, chowing down on the baked ziti he had made. Yum, baked ziti. He served himself a plate and sat down, watching Kazuma jam fork loads of food into his mouth.

 

 

Damn he could pack it away, it was a wonder that Kazuma wasn't the size of a blimp, tripping and rolling down the street. Ryuho chuckled at the mental image that came into his head.

 

 

Kazuma looked up from his tittering plate at the deep resonating sound of Ryuho's laugh, the low tones vibrating in his body and he felt warm. It was such a beautiful thing when Ryuho laughed, it was a shame he didn't do it more often.

 

 

When Ryuho's sharp eyes met his, he looked down quickly, blush tingling over his face as he dug back into his food. Ryuho's relaxed smile seemed to widen, and Asuka coughed slightly, breaking Kazuma's self imposed silence.

 

 

“So… What do you plan to do at Cammie's party, tonight?”

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Ryuho was astonished at the tons of people that were wondering randomly around the room. So many people had shown up and he was genuinely surprised how excited they seemed to be, milling absently about and chatting to one another. Walking over the to the bar, he got himself situated when a familiar brown mop of hair came into view.

 

 

Kazuma walked straight in his direction, finding a seat beside him and planting himself there for the night. His expression wasn't a happy one.

 

 

“What's wrong, Kazuma?” Kazuma eyed the people in the room sourly. Most of the people here didn't give a rats ass about them, they were just here for Mimori and her father. It vexed him that not one person had even recognized who they where, this was their party, was it not?

 

 

“Nothin, Ryuho… Cheers…” Kazuma grinned, eyes showing how fake he was when he raised his glass to Ryuho's. His only goal for tonight was to get plastered. Downing his shot, he eyed Ryuho as he did the same.

 

 

Three hours later, Kazuma was indeed drunk of his cute little ass, wobbling unstably on his bar stool and laughing for no reason. But then again, Ryuho wasn't exactly sober as grinned along with the younger boy's stupidity.

 

 

When the next shot was poured, they clanked their glasses together while Kazuma slurred something that sounded like `Mozeltoff'. He smiled as he gazed at his current obsession through blurry eyes.

 

 

He wished more than anything he could tell the younger boy how he felt, but he knew Kazuma would never like him back, Hell… they had been enemies for years, what had changed?

 

 

Ryuho stared at his glass, the amber liquid seemed to glow in the low light. A lot had changed… For one, he wasn't with Holy anymore, and they were fighting towards the same goal of freeing the lost ground. But that didn't mean Kazuma liked him.

 

 

When the brunette fell of his stool, he and the bartender both had agreed that he'd had enough. So, abandoning his post at the bar, he lifted his surprisingly light friend and carried him home.

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Opening the door to Kazuma's room, he laid the shuddering figure down on the bed and gently took off his shoes and jacket, and pulling up the covers. He looked down at younger boy's angelic face, smiling softly as he ran a loving hand down his face to cup his cheek.

 

 

“Good night… Kazuma…” The words were almost inaudibly muttered as he leaned down and stole a kiss, if only for a moment's peace. Standing once again, he made the mistake of looking back at his slumbering love.

 

 

One single amber eye regarded him groggily. His face was flushed, eye half open and his shirt at hiked up from when he had sat up, leaning casually on his elbows. Ryuho's heart pounded in his chest as stared. It was all he could do not to pounce the beautiful alter before him as he licked his dry lips and stared up at the older boy.

 

 

“R-Ryuho…” Needy tan fingers reached for him, grabbing on to the front of his coat and pulling him towards what he desired most. He grinded his teeth, grabbing the head board in restraint as he was dragged on top of the gasping brunette.

 

 

`I can't do this, he's drunk out of his mind'

 

 

He growled low in his throat, life wouldn't just give him a break. Soft lush lips pressed against his. Kazuma was nervous, even through his drunkenness… He could tell by the way he gripped the fistful of his shirt, shaking and mewling. His eyes widened… W-Was Kazuma a Virgin?! He pulled away, gasping for air as the boy beneath him pulled at his shirt, whimpering at the loss of his lips.

 

 

Grasping Kazuma's fist, he gently unclenched it from his shirt and brought it up to his face, holding it to his cheek tenderly as he sighed. He couldn't do this… not like this. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead on Kazuma's. The brunette was slightly feverish from his share of alcohol.

 

 

“Ryuho…” His name was said so pleadingly as he pulled away from the younger alter. Standing up, he tried to gather his composure as the boy on the bed called out for him softly.

 

 

“I'm sorry, Kazuma… I-I can't… Good night…” And with that, he turned and almost ran out of the room and into his own. He turned and leaned on the now closed door, thumping his head repeatedly against the wall.

 

 

“Stupid…Stupid…Stupid…” He was so stupid, staying in that room for longer then he needed to… And the only thing he got from it anyway was a throbbing hard on. He flopped on his bed, making it shake and the headboard wobble. He needed sleep, but he knew it wasn't going to come easily. So, cocooning himself in his covers, he closed his eyes and hoped for a dreamless, Kazumaless, sleep.

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

When Ryuho found that he couldn't sleep, even after three hours of trying and certain other activities, he decided now would be best to exact his revenge on that traitor, Tachibana. Making his way towards his room, he grabbed a can of shaving cream on his way, grinning evilly.

 

 

He opened the door quietly and wooted mentally as he made his was to an unsuspecting Asuka. Staring down his prey, he noticed what a horrible sleeping posture the purple-haired boy had, limbs sprawled every which way. It was perfect.

 

 

He squirted liberal amounts on to each hand and flicked his noise, watching as Tachibana's faced twitched and the came up to subconsciously itch it. He snickered mentally, he wasn't through with him yet… He wanted Asuka to suffer for what he did. Grabbing his silent electric razor, he went to work, thanking God that the younger boy slept like a log.

 

 

~~Blah Blah Blah~~

 

 

Ha! Ryuho is evil, ne? I looooove it. Tune in next time to find out just what Ryuho did to poor Tachibana. (cackles evilly)

 

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