Kyo's stance in the doorway was anything but defensive. One arm leaned up against the door facing, one leg bent at the knee, bare toe idly scratching at the inside of his calf, black T-shirt riding up on the side to reveal a down-dusted plane of tanned skin. Shigure stood there with his hands in his kimono sleeves, confused by why he had been called down here. Yuki and Tohru were gone to the store and wouldn't be back for at least an hour, leaving the other two occupants of Shigure's house to their own devices, which usually didn't cross. Not like this anyway. Kyo never called for anyone. Especially Shigure.

"Kyo-kun?" Shigure's voice showed interest and little jest, though his tone was light. Kyo hesitated before responding, keeping his eyes trained on the horizon over the trees. Shigure could see now just how tense he was, the tension clearly marked in the lines of his body, in the erect posture of his back and the way he clenched his hand on his hip.

"I saw you," was all the younger Souma said, voice calm, but taut. Like it always was when he was trying to contain his anger. Shigure just stared at him, a blank look on his face, and didn't move.

"Saw what?" he dared to ask, only because he was curious as to what Kyo could've possibly seen to make him so rigid. Especially about him.

"Saw you," the boy said again, with emphasis, and Shigure noticed how the free hand above his head clenched into a tight fist. "With Ayame. And Hatori. At the cabin. When that stupid Yuki was with Tohru at the river. And I came back to get her a towel. Because she was wet. But didn't want to leave."

Every snippet of the explanation was precise, uttered in a voice that was obviously trying to keep control. Shigure's smoky eyes widened with surprise, understanding now with a bit too much reminiscence just what Kyo had seen. He wasn't going to let it get his goat though. Of course not - it had been a simple enough thing, and though it wasn't meant for the eyes of others, Shigure had no problems fessing up to it. He supposed no one had ever taken he and Aya seriously when they joked around, but now at least one other person knew better.

"Ahh." Shigure smiled, not at all put off or upset or concerned by the lurid things the boy had seen. "You saw that. I'm sorry that happened, Kyo-kun. We didn't expect you to be back anytime soon. You know how Aya is. I know that wasn't something for a child's innocent eyes to -"

"I'm not a child!!" Kyo snapped, turning to face him for the first time, one hand raised in a fist for emphasis. They stared at each other, Shigure mildly surprised by his outburst and the fire in Kyo's eyes. It wasn't as he'd thought. Not an angry fire, nor a disgusted one. It was a confused fire, a small flame that flickered quietly, as if debating on how much wood and how much wind it would take to fan it into a blaze. Shigure understood that look all to well. He could perfectly remember the day he had worn that look on his face, framed by dusk in the alley between the main school and the fence surrounding it, breath a knot in his throat as Ayame and Hatori both gave him the most sober looks, not at all surprised at being caught. Ayame's citrine eyes had reflected the sunset like polished glass and Hatori's had absorbed it, quiet and intense as always, and burning hotter than the sun ever thought to. That memory was enough to make Shigure unnecessarily bold.

"I see..." He smiled, his smile edged and dangerous, and took a few steps toward his young housemate. "Then would you mind telling me what you are?"

Kyo faltered, his lips slackening and his eyes widening as he realized he'd backed himself into a corner. He lowered his fist and took a step back, but not as many to compensate for Shigure's steps forward, so that in the end they were still closer now than they were before. The cat quickly recovered though, as such creatures are wont to do when faced with such dangerous situations. He scowled at Shigure, brows coming together in a severe knot.

"I don't know!" Great recovery, Kyo. "But I'm not a fucking child! I wasn't calling you on it because -"

He stopped mid-sentence, something cutting off his words. Shigure's smile had shrunk slightly, but was nowhere near less threatening. The gleam in his dark eyes was like a promise, a promise which had Kyo's knees feeling somewhat weak and his heart thundering against his breastbone, creating a small cacophony of blood noise in his ears. Shigure tilted his head slightly, just so that a lock of black hair fell across one gleaming eye, and Kyo realized much too late that every exit had been cut off. The dog had caught him.

"Because?" Shigure prompted, half-teasing and half-something else. Kyo knew that tone because Shigure used it often, but all those times he'd been joking, acting stupid because that's just the way he was. He was perverted, and he loved to use his perverted nature to tease, however after what Kyo had seen just a week ago at the cabin, he knew a lot of that teasing wasn't just that.

They were all . . . they were all together . . . on the floor . . . Shigure was on his knees, and Ayame was bent over, and Hatori was bent over Ayame . . . and they were . . . Kyo's mind raced across the memory as if scanning it for a price. Of course he came up with none - a moment like that was priceless, and not just for the sake of seeing the Amazing Blossom Trio or whatever stupid name Shigure had called them fucking each other, or just to see Hatori showing some other emotion besides ice, or to see Ayame with Shigure's cock in his mouth, or Shigure gasping instead of laughing and looking completely serious - it was priceless because once he'd seen it he couldn't look away. Once he'd seen it, heard it, he'd gotten very, very hard. Once he'd seen it, heard it, and gotten hard, he'd been swept along with them, unable to keep his hand from going into his pants or from coming the same time they did, like a wave - Hatori's soft moan, then Ayame's choked cry, and Shigure's vocal exclamation, followed by Kyo biting his lip so hard as to taste blood and thanking the heavens they couldn't hear his own grunt of release.

Shigure was still looking at him, his expression a bit more amused now. He reached out a hand, cool fingertips brushing across a burning red cheekbone. "Kyo-kun . . . you're blushing!"

Kyo pulled away, simultaneously smacking his hand. "Shut up! Leave me alone!"

He started to turn away, his body insatiably hot from the memory and the real reason he had called Shigure downstairs to him. But the older man caught his shoulder, surprised by how warm he was even through his T-shirt, and kept him from looking away. Shigure noted how easily Kyo let himself be caught, and his smile became even more less dangerous and a bit more understanding.

"You called me on it," he started, dropping his hand when he was sure Kyo wasn't about to run away, "because you liked it . . . didn't you?"

Kyo stared at his feet, bare and frigid compared to the rest of him. His cargo pants pooled around his ankles, and he was suddenly very aware of the way they felt against his skin, the fabric too heavy, the waist too low on his hips. It was both the pants and his T- shirt's fault that a smidgeon of midriff showed, something he'd never been self-conscious about until now. Shigure's eyes were like warm coals, only serving to warm him the longer he stared. Kyo was about to make up some excuse, anything, to get out of this, because he really didn't know what he was doing or what he wanted to ask for or even why. But Shigure cut him off before he even got the chance to speak.

"You're right," he spoke softly, raising a hand to Kyo's face again, tilting the blushing boy's head back until he was looking him in the eyes without the tiniest bit of anger. His expression was completely unguarded, vulnerable and bewildered. "You're not a child. Not at all."

And before Kyo knew it, even as his brain was still registering the lessening of distance between Shigure's face and his own, he was being kissed for the first time (save for Kagura, and that was something completely different altogether), Shigure's lips so cold against his own, and softer than he'd thought they'd be, tugging at his own lips with a learned coerciveness. Kyo actually wondered if he'd learned it from Ayame or Hatori, but when he was finally prompted to return the kiss with a gentle sweep of Shigure's tongue against his lips, all questions were put out of his head. Instead of resisting, he gave in (though Kyo didn't see it as giving in, he saw it as a challenge that he readily accepted), parting his lips just enough to give Shigure entrance.

It was strange, being kissed. Shigure was actually very tender, despite all suggestions his lewd personality made, one hand on Kyo's cheek and the other cradling the back of his neck, long fingers teasing the ends of his hair and sending a cascade of goose bumps down his spine. His body was close, almost touching Kyo's own, despite the boy having his fists firmly pressed against the older man's chest, having to show some sort of resistance. Shigure was using lips and tongue, caressing here and suckling there, all with the understanding that Kyo didn't know what he was doing and that was perfectly okay.

When he pulled away, looking upon Kyo's upturned face with a small smile, he was taken aback by the flushed lips, slightly swollen and damp and still parted ever so slightly, anticipating. He knew he had better stop now, before doing something they would both regret, even though the pair of scarlet eyes slowly opening to look up at him with a shimmer of want made it very hard to do so.

"Right," Shigure said blithely, releasing the boy and turning to leave. "Your first kiss! You are most definitely a man now!"

He laughed good-naturedly to cover for his own base desires, sensing Kyo's attitude flare up like a small nuclear explosion.

"Hey!! Where the hell do you think you're going?"

Shigure winced. He looked over his shoulder, still smiling. "Back to work, of course."

"You're work ain't finished yet, old man!" And before Shigure knew it he'd been hauled around and forced into another kiss. It was clumsy and overeager, Kyo's mouth working against his own in a demanding manner, his tongue shoving past his lips as he gave way for the boy's wrath. Shigure let himself be submissive for a moment, actually enjoying the curious stabbing of Kyo's tongue against his own.

Kyo wasn't about to take Shigure's rejection lying down. If you were going to kiss someone like that you'd better be ready to back it up! And if he was going to get anything out of calling him down here, he'd better be ready to just go for it. So he threw himself against Shigure, grabbing the front of his robe tight in both fists as he tried his hand at passionate kissing. He was truly irked with the man, and so wasn't considering any right or wrong way to it. It was just like fighting – he had to overpower him, that was all. If he was going to win, he had to overpower his opponent.

Kyo's fists were tugging so hard at Shigure's kimono that the belt had come loose, the top of the gray garment fluttering open and along his shoulders, revealing his chest and upper arms to the cool dusk air. He reached up to take hold of the boy's arms, finally pulling away from the irritated kiss and smiling down at his young assailant. Kyo glared at him, out of breath, about to burst into one of his long rants about how people should finish what they start and he shouldn't look down on him and if he wanted to do this then they'd better do it. But Shigure shushed him without a word, bending to place soft kisses along Kyo's throat. Kyo gasped, and that was all.

"You want to finish this, Kyo-kun?" Shigure murmured against his skin, hands taking hold of a narrow waist bared by a T-shirt that was too short. "Fine. I'm game. Maybe I can finally teach you that lesson of thinking before you speak."

All of Kyo's tension melted away as he felt Shigure's hands on him, fluttering over his belly and then to the waist of his pants, unbuttoning them with ease. All coherent thought flew from his brain (had there been any there in the first place) as Shigure's lips and tongue moved over his skin in a tuneless rhythm matched with his hands as they edged his pants just below the waistband of his underwear. Teasing as ever he was, Shigure stopped there, hands moving up now to pull off the annoying and enticing belly shirt, ruffling Kyo's carrot top in the process, but the younger boy didn't mind as he was still a bit dazed and suddenly aware of just how little Shigure wore under that kimono. He reached out, fingers tentative over a pale expanse of chest, then pressed his hands flat, one over Shigure's heart, which he was surprised to find beating as fast as his own. Curious, he leaned forward with his whole body, touching his lips to the hollow of the older man's throat, running his tongue over the small indentation with care. Shigure made a small sound of approval and bent again to kiss Kyo's shoulders, down his chest, laving at one brown-gold nipple and brushing his thumb across the other. Kyo whimpered surprise, trembling now and weak-kneed.

Shigure, though having seen the younger Souma's body before, was surprised by what his lips and hands had found. A biscuit-brown body taut as wire, with corded hipbones and a fine sprinkling of nearly invisible downy hairs trailing from his belly-button and into his underwear. Shigure took his time over the subtle curve of abdominal, almost ashamed of himself and his lack of shape. He'd never been one to take martial arts seriously. By no means out of shape, he wasn't as toned as Kyo, his own body much smoother and flat, with less lines and angles.

Shigure nipped at a hipbone, glancing up at Kyo from where he now kneeled before him. Kyo wasn't sure what to do with his hands, and so was standing rigid with arms by his sides. His face was turned to the side, eyes closed and breathing a bit distressed. Blushing all over now, his body glowing with it. Shigure smiled thoughtfully, murmuring, "Cute," under his breath then promptly yanked his pants down.

The boy had a raging, flushed hard-on. Ah, youth. As an afterthought he added with a wry grin, "This is even cuter."

"What the fuck did you – ?" Kyo started, making a fist once again, but he was quickly silenced by a broad tongue stroke up the underside of his sex. He nearly collapsed, clutching onto Shigure's shoulders for support.

"I'm sorry, were you saying something?" Shigure joked, but Kyo could only partially glare at him through his bangs, watching him intently. Shigure licked his lips.

He kissed the tip faintly, turning the kiss into a small suckle. Kyo keened quietly in his throat, his legs shaking. The weight on Shigure's shoulders grew a bit heavier. Shigure just took it for what it was and continued what he was doing, lapping gently at the slit as he took him in his hand, actually feeling him grow harder and hotter with blood. He pushed back the foreskin with his lips, Kyo now shaking so hard he was causing Shigure to shake.

"Shi-Shi-Shigure," he stammered, hands now sweeping in from his shoulders to the back of his neck and knotting in the soft fall of hair there, "I-I-"

Shigure pulled away, sex still in hand and looked up at Kyo soulfully, an easy enough expression for him to attain simply because he was the dog and that was one of the creature's strong points. But it was also an expression he could master without thinking about it, his dark eyes large and sincere despite pestering and joking. At the moment he wore this expression of seriousness, simply waiting to see what Kyo would say. If he would tell him to stop, he'd changed his mind, he really didn't want this. Or if he were about to say, "Shigure, I love you," the thought of which just made him want to howl and roll on the floor with laughter, despite his current predicament. He fought hard to hold his smile at bay, even though it tugged desperately at the corners of his mouth. The thought of Kyo telling anyone he loved them was hilarious!

Kyo, trembling and burning all over, overwhelmed by the touches of another's hand and the feel of someone's mouth, wasn't sure why he'd spoken. And now that he had Shigure's attention he was doubly unsure, even though the man still had his hand on his cock and was looking at him with the most serious expression he'd ever seen. Was this the only time Shigure ever got serious? Kyo couldn't remember ever seeing one of the oldest Juunishi members with such an expression on his face at any other time, and for a moment it made Kyo very uneasy, to be the center of attention to those eyes. The way Kyo was bent for support, coupled with Shigure's greater height, had their faces quite close. He was unconsciously kneading his fingers in Shigure's hair, its warmth and texture the only thing he could allow himself to feel at this moment, even though if he looked just past Shigure's face and down the open V of his robe, he could see a dark promise hidden in the long shadows of the evening.

But then something started pulling at the corners of Shigure's mouth – a twitchy little smile – and to see that now, that even with him the stupid dog couldn't keep serious, really ticked him off. Kyo scowled at the sight, wanting to shut him up before it even happened. So he leaned down and kissed him, again with force, demanding Shigure let him in. And of course, Shigure did. Sometimes Kyo actually thought he was too lenient. Especially the way he managed to calm his assault, deepening the kiss by subtly slipping his tongue into Kyo's mouth, making the younger Souma so weak-kneed all he could do now was sink to the floor. Hands still clasped behind Shigure's neck, he pulled him closer, pressing their bare bodies together as he started to get the hang of the passionate kiss. It was actually very easy to let Shigure take control of it, what with his hand working the eager ache between Kyo's legs. And after a moment of being unsure, it was even easier to just go with it, to press his hips forward into the cupping of that hand, which was actually softer than his own despite his age. He moaned with distress from the very back of his throat, a low purr that tickled Shigure's lips, making the older man giggle slightly into Kyo's mouth.

"Goddammit, if you don't – !" Shigure put a finger in his mouth to shut him up, eyes glazed like obsidian. It took Kyo a second to notice its odd salty taste and slickened exterior, his eyes dilating with surprise and then a helpless pleasure as he weakened even more.

"You talk too much," Shigure muttered, and had Kyo any power left to fight he would have said, "Look who the fuck's talking!" But as it was he was still in Shigure's free hand, worked steady and hard with a grip that was stabilized by one strategically placed thumb and four gripping, kneading fingers, Shigure's teeth gnawing playfully on his pulse, nipping enough to bruise then licking the skin in apology.

Kyo had ceased to care about what happened between them. He just knew he liked this and that was all that mattered. He knew he'd like it better if Shigure were naked, so he distracted himself by divesting the older Souma of his robe, pressing his body forward so that his slow but unsteady thrusts brushed against Shigure's own sex. He actually growled, a growl that struck some primal instinctive fear inside Kyo's psyche and made him feel as uneasy and trapped as he could ever feel in such a situation. But Shigure's voice calmed him, reassuring him that he did, in fact, have some minor shred of control.

"Uhn...Kyo..." His breath was like a vocal aphrodisiac in his ear, hot and steamy to match his tone. He wasn't laughing anymore. In fact, he was pressing himself against Kyo's slippery hard-on, making the boy tremble even more. He was hot and hard and zealous against him, Shigure panting in his ear. "Touch me....touch me...."

Kyo considered it a challenge, and so he did. He took a firm grip on him, unhesitating, and very unceremoniously began beating his companion off, in much the same manner he got himself off. Quick, hard strokes, barely pausing to think about it. But Shigure's cock was so foreign in his hand, thicker than his own, and stronger. Kyo managed to look down at it from behind a curtain of orange bangs, and he sighed something between amazement and utter desire. Flushed a pale pink and sheathed in thinly veined suede, Kyo found himself thinking, No wonder he's such a pervert; with a cock like this he can't help but be!

Kyo suddenly remembered Ayame in the mountain cabin, on his knees with his ass in the air, face buried in Shigure's lap. He remembered the way Shigure rocked his hips against him, slow and leisurely, knowing without acknowledging it the way it got Hatori off as he watched from the opposite end of their mutual lover, following the same rhythm. For a moment they were all in synch, Ayame like a pair of Chinese handcuffs linking the two dark haired men together. Staring at it, in a complete daze, Kyo thought he wanted to know what that was like, all of it, but the first thing he had to get out of the way was tasting him. The look on Shigure's face when he'd come in Aya's mouth . . .

Kyo knocked him over onto his back with surprising swiftness and strength, overpowering the larger man easily. He would always have the upper hand as far as physical strength goes. He bent down, accosted by the strange new scent of him, something unfamiliar but that would always be recognized as Shigure – his heat and his sex and the way it was all wrapped together beneath the air dried freshness of his writer's kimono. Something about it had Kyo's heart beating so hard his chest hurt as he took a few teasing laps at the tip, tasting precum as it welled beneath his tongue. It was unpleasant, but at the same time not. At the same time to hear Shigure moan so loud the wolves would probably be coming to their door, arching his hips into the curious pricking of an unpracticed tongue – that was enough to drive Kyo on.

Shigure was leaned back on his elbows, legs spread wide, trying to watch the curious Kyo as he tentatively suckled the tip of his prick, careful fingers pulling back foreskin. Shigure found the vision of a young flame-haired virgin a little too exciting, let alone the fact that it was the tempestuous Kyo he'd managed to get into this position. A pang of guilt shot through his chest, but it didn't do much in stifling the jolt of sensation that went zigzagging through his groin when Kyo took him deeper and sucked harder.

"Kyo, Kyo, Kyo!" Shigure sat up, taking the boy by the shoulders and pushing him off. Kyo half-glared, half-pouted, half-shirked away from him, unsure of what Shigure was doing. Surely the stupid dog wasn't about to back out on him?

"Don't worry..." Shigure touched his cheek with affectionate fingers, smiling with warmth and reassurance, his expression alone enough to clear Kyo's face of its fear of rejection. "It's just that I'm not selfish, you know?"

Kyo was just getting annoyed now. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"You know there's a way we can do this so it's good for both of us." Kyo just stared at him, nervous and confused and anxious about Shigure's intentions, as well he should be. He'd been living with the man long enough to know a good deal of apprehension when he wore that smile.

"Here . . . lay back." Shigure eased him back, and though reluctant at first, Kyo gave in, irritated and horny. Shigure positioned him on his side, then stretched out next to him, leaning his cheek on his arm and just gazing for a moment at Kyo's erection as it stared him in the face. Kyo was blinking with bewilderment at Shigure's hard-on, still damp from his mouth and looking as though it were reaching for him, begging for him.

Shigure caressed his length gently with his fingertips, admiring the boy's vitality and sullen blush. It seemed, from Shigure's great experience, that the Souma's were a very blessed family. A smile curled his lips, though he was quickly pulled from his reverie by the uncertain breath he felt on his own sex. He looked downward to where Kyo lay staring him, his gaze fixated, mesmerized.

"Curiosity killed the cat, you know," Shigure half-joked, twitching his hips at him. Kyo snapped out of it momentarily, jerking away from him as if Shigure's hard-on were going to bite him. "You're not backing out on me, are you?"

Kyo's brows immediately lowered over his fiery eyes, pretty boyish eyes with gilded lashes like the rays of an autumn sunset. "No!" he all but shouted, but he did not move to do anything.

Shigure just smirked, then nuzzled his face against Kyo, tongue tracing down the arc of his sex. "Good," he murmured approvingly, then bracing his hands on Kyo's narrow hips, took him with no pretense of gentility into his mouth.

Kyo couldn't help it. He arched back, moaning, forcing himself further into the dangerously edged grasp that held him. Shigure's breath was hot against his balls, his chin brushing against his pubic hair, and Kyo knew if he were going to make it through this the only choice he had was to do it and do it fast.

He clamped one hand onto Shigure's ass – and what an ass! Rounded and firm and so neglected in those stupid kimonos – and buried himself in his crotch. Nose to scrotum, the heady scent of his sex wafting into Kyo's nostrils, intoxicating in the sheer force of it. The boy was overcome for a moment, the simultaneous pressure on his own prick – sucking pressure, tongue and teeth and lips, one hand at the base, fingers massaging gently just below the septum of skin between cock and balls, working him in a way he'd never been worked before – mixed with the assault of strange sensation in his face – near gagging on Shigure, skin smooth and damp and a little too salty, the pulse of veins against his tongue and the soft brush of dark curls and the very odd feeling of balls under his nose, all mixed with that scent of him, that clean laundered scent that would probably cease to exist if not for Tohru's tender love and care. It all crashed together in an enormous wave of sensation, passing a shudder through his lithe frame that even made Shigure groan and clamp down harder just to feel that tremor pass through his ownself from top to bottom.

Must get a hold of myself, Kyo tried thinking, already pushing in slow but short bursts against Shigure's mouth, the constriction of throat a sudden added bonus. He dug down into the older Souma's backside and calf, making a very conscious effort to mimic Shigure's oral maneuvers. Lavish tongue here, suck just a bit as you're moving it, all the way to your throat, no gagging, not going to gag, and oh, look, trace this ridge right here with the tip of your tongue, he's trembling, that's good, and let's play with the head a little, that's kinda fun, around the tip, he's so wet! He's so wet for me!

This gave Kyo the biggest thrill of all, having almost forgotten his own pleasure and getting so completely entranced in the pleasure he could bring his companion. He was unaware of how he was parting his own legs, thrusting more brazenly against Shigure's mouth, desperate and wanton and hedonistic in his own endeavors to make Shigure come. The taste of salt wasn't so disgusting anymore, it just was. It was the wet that went with it, the warmth, the steady promise it gave. And the sounds he was making, around him, against him, whimpering and thrusting back now, one hand leaving Kyo's hip to tangle in his hair, push him down harder. Kyo mewled, both helpless and lecherous, loving it and hating it. He had no idea what was happening to him, the building pressure in his balls, the rush of it all at once, was more intense than any gratification he'd been able to give himself. Even playing voyeur didn't get him off like this.

When Kyo came it wasn't at all unexpected. Shigure had him timed, knowing too well how to predict from the ferocity of his thrusts and his own panicked oral attack – sucking him off like there was no tomorrow – just how long it would be before the boy caved. He was impressed he'd lasted so long, impressed and hot and – fucking god he was a quick learner! Shigure pressed his hand hard to the back of his head, curving his body, angling himself against tongue and throat and uvula. Kyo made a tiny gagging sound, but right at that moment there was the warning cloudburst of come against Shigure's tongue, and the gagging sound was replaced by the high pitched and grated sound of Kyo's scream. A seasoned pro, it was no problem for Shigure to swallow, suck, and continue thrusting without a hitch, Kyo's breathless panting, shuddering, coming, and groaning all going checked for the five seconds later he would reach his climax.

It made Kyo uneasy that he had reached orgasm first, which, despite his inability to keep his voice in check, made him work all the more harder to force it out of Shigure. He didn't see it coming above his own exhausting orgasm, even with it made obvious by the hard pressed hand to his head, the change in angle to his throat, the absence of hot mouth on his softening cock – Kyo was very much taken off guard by Shigure's orgasm. A sudden spasm through his whole frame, a wail that was so ragged his voice broke, and then a flood of warmth against the back of his throat. Kyo coughed, the salt taste suddenly overwhelming his mouth in hot bursts, and he pulled away slightly, unable to swallow. He let it half-dribble out, coughing out some more, managing to keep sense enough about him to not pull away too fast if he didn't want to catch it in the face.

Shigure was dazed, lying with head on the floor, one hand carelessly combing back Kyo's damp hair, watching wearily the horribly sexy display of come stained lips hesitantly pulling away from him. Kyo sat up a little, heaving slightly, then spat up on the floor, wiping his lips and looking all but green at the gills. Shigure, not quite done with himself, sat up enough to milk the last of it out, finishing to run his thumb across Kyo's swollen lips.

Kyo gave him an extremely distasteful look. "That was disgusting."

Shigure chuckled lightly, smiling happy and blissed at the boy. "You wanted to do it."

"Bleh." Kyo shook his head sharply, though his eyes were just as glazed and tired and sated as Shigure's own. He started to speak again, lips barely opening before Shigure leaned forward and kissed him, sharing Kyo's taste with him and taking his own in return. Kyo melted, sagging against him, until it was all he could do to lean on Shigure when he pulled away, tanned forehead on pale shoulder.

"You're exhausted, Kyo-kun..." Kyo didn't answer. He was too tired to. And besides, he was trying to work out in his head if he were ever going to do something like that again. He really wanted something to drink. Really wanted to brush his teeth.

Shigure traced lazy patterns on Kyo's back, letting him lean his full weight on him, holding himself up with one hand. Outside he could hear crickets beginning to chirp, and he realized how dark it had gotten, and that Yuki and Tohru would be home soon. It saddened him a little. He rather liked sitting there in the dusk with Kyo, sleepy and sated from sex, fingers writing obscure Kanji over his warm, biscuit-brown skin.

"Come on, Kyo-kun. Might as well get dressed." He shifted, both hands on Kyo's shoulders, but he quickly realized Kyo had fallen fast asleep. His smile was gentle. He stood up, not bothering with his robe or Kyo's pants, and gathered the boy in his arms, letting his head roll against his shoulder again. Up the stairs Shigure went, to Kyo's room, where he laid him out and covered him discreetly, leaving his door cracked to the outside air. He returned downstairs, put his robe back on, then took Kyo's clothes to his room, where he folded them neatly and placed them by the futon. He cleaned up their mess, then stepped outside onto the deck, where he stood with arms folded in his sleeves, smiling into the shadows.