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Title: Not Jealous
Author: me!
Fandom: Durarara!!
Pairing: Kida/Mikado
Rating: R
Summary: Mikado starts to hit it off with the ladies. Kida gets jealous. Kida REALIZES he gets jealous. Kida WTFs about his sexuality. Kida WTFs about Mikado being adorable. Erika cameos. Kida and Mikado get caught in the rain. Kida and Mikado have sex.
A/N: This bb is about 10k long. I am. I am so WTFed out about that. Written for this prompt at the kink meme.

It was totally, completely, utterly and… and totally unfair. Kida propped his head up on his hands while he watched Mikado practically BATHE in feminine pheromones. When Kida had picked Mikado up from the station Mikado had been the same shy, unsure, scaredy-cat brat he had always been. In fact, just last week Mikado had been the same scaredy-cat brat he'd always been. In fact, just this morning Mikado had been the same scaredy-cat brat he'd always been.

But something was up. Kida had dragged Mikado off for another fun afternoon of unsuccessful flirting (if Kida's pick up lines ever worked he'd actually start to think something was wrong) and when Kida had turned around…

Mikado had been talking to a girl.

Not a HOT girl, the girl was average. Not as pretty as Anri, and not nearly as pretty as some of the other girls in the park. But she had a nice body. Limber looking, with long long legs protruding from her sailor skirt. Oh, and she was in a sailor uniform. So maybe Mikado liked cosplay or something.

Kida'd watched, and Mikado had done that shy smile that always hit Kida's heart hard, and the girl had ducked her head and blushed, her hair falling into her face before she stood up and raced away. Kida had been ready to console his young companion in the painful throws of love, but then…

Well.

A group of three girls had walked up to talk to Mikado.

And after that the shy girl had come back, with icecream even.

And after that….

And after that….

So that now Kida had been watching girl after girl after GIRL (and a few women too!) hit on his best friend for life.

Kida frowned. He was too upset now to even think on trying to hit on any of the girls. Kida always hit on girls. Kida liked girls. He liked shy girls, brave girls, smart girls, dumb girls…

But he didn't like the girls flirting with Mikado. They were obviously just the wrong type of girl.

For Mikado. Kida'd be okay with it if they were flirting with him.

But Mikado needed someone better. Someone different. Someone…

Just someone else.

Mind made up Kida pushed himself off the short brick wall he had been sitting on and marched over to the cooing rustling crowd of women surrounding Mikado. Kida slipped past the first layer, but had to elbow his way through the second, and had to SHOVE his way through the third. After that though he ended up only having to deal with the two girls sitting next to Mikado on the bench and clinging to his arms. Kida did this neatly, mainly by grabbing Mikado by the front of his shirt and pulling him up.

"Alright!" Kida announced loudly enough to cut through the flirtatious chatter. "Mikado time is over! You were a lovely audience. We'll be here all week!" Kida began dragging Mikado, who was speechless, through the protesting crowd. "Try the Russian sushi! I've heard it's lovely!"

Drag drag drag, push push push, drag dra-

"Kida-kun!" Mikado jerked his arm, tugging Kida back a step. "Kida-kun, what's wrong?"

"Nothing!" Kida dropped Mikado's wrist like a hot sweet potato and held his hands up in front of him. "Zip, nadda, n- what's the Russian word for nothing?" Kida waited a beat before contuining. "Anyway! Nuevo!"

"I think that's Spanish for snow…" Mikado began, but Kida cut him off.

"Speaking of Spanish, I have a test tomorrow. I need to get home and study. You should too, Mikado!" Kida started walking backwards down Ikebukuro's crowded busy streets, one hand tucked in his pocket, the other waving wildly. "See you tomorrow!" Then Kida turned around and disappeared, dodging between a salary man and a cram student, then slipping even further into the masses of humanity that lined Ikebukuro's streets. In no time, of course, Kida was home, and feeling…

Well, guilty? Guilty. Definitely a little guilt there about leaving Mikado alone, the guy was going to need to find his own way home. And what if he was assaulted by wo-

He hadn't been assaulted, Kida corrected his mental meanderings. Mikado had encouraged the women, he'd been flirting, the girls had been flirting too.

But what if Mikado DID stop to flirt with girls again. What then? There wouldn't be any Kida to tug Mikado away and save him from the grasping machinations of a girlfriend intent on stealing Mikado's precious virgini-

"WHOA!"

Kida threw himself onto his bed and buried his face in his pillow. It smelled like his vanilla shampoo, Kida had encouraged Mikado to use the same shampoo, because Kida liked the smell.

But since when had Mikado's virginity entered into the picture? And if Mikado's virginity was in the picture, shouldn't he cheer on his friend losing it? It was every teenage boy's dream wasn't it? …wasn't it?

Kida slowly turned onto his back and stared up at his white painted ceiling. Was it jealousy? Sure, Kida'd always flirted with girls. But he couldn't even think about sleeping with one. Kida was the type of guy who, even as a teenager, thought that there should be something special going on. He'd had girlfriends (well, a girlfriend, and let's not talk too much about her) but Kida had never gone further than kissing. Kida hadn't gone further with the men and women of Ikebukuro, the one's he had knocked elbows with while he was in middle school. Kida sighed.

What was this feeling?

--

Kida always remembers his dreams. It's something he's been able to do since he was a kid. He used to keep a dream journal, and wrote down all the really weird or juicy ones. He stopped doing that about a year ago when his dreams became a little too dark, a little too uncomfortable for him to remember. Kida's grateful he doesn't keep the journal anymore, because the dream he just had would be way, way, way too disturbing to write down.

It started off pretty normal. He's wandering through Ikebukuro on his own, school bag banging against the side of his hip, school uniform heavy on his shoulders. It's the start of a dream that could lead to either an amazing dream, or a terrible nightmare. Kida's used to having both. Way too used to having one though, so Kida hopes it doesn't turn into a nightmare.

Ikebukuro warps, in the way that dreams do, and he ends up wandering through Sunshine 60. It isn't a place Kida goes often, no girlfriend to wander around it with, and he's not Mikado to wander around it just because he thinks it's cool. But still, Kida knows Ikebukuro like the back of his hand (there are five fingers, and there's a little beauty mark right by his thumb, and when he makes a fist you can see the blue of his veins) so he knows Sunshine 60.

He's not surprised by what he finds.

It's Mikado, and he's got a girl on both arms. For some reason he's dressed up really flashy (purple coat with fur trim and a hat with a feather so large it brushes the top of the girl on his right's head), and he's smiling that sinfully shy smile, the one that he only smiles at Kida once in a while. Kida tries to move forward to interrupt, but it's like he's moving through water…

And then he is moving through water, he's in one of the Aquarium tanks, staring at Mikado through glass and seaweed and several feet of water (and because this is a dream, it doesn't even strike Kida as odd that he can still breath) a shark with the face of Orihara Izaya circles Kida, and Kida kicks away, knowing that Izaya's not safe, and if Izaya's there then Mikado could be in danger!

The dream, of course, being a dream, breaks the fourth wall, er, the glass wall between Kida and Mikado, and the water floods the hallway. Mikado is still standing there, talking to his clueless dates while water climbs around their waist and eventually up to their necks.

"Mikado!" Kida flails around in the water, having suddenly lost the ability to swim… but as soon as the water covers Mikado's head Mikado is moving. He drops the two girls on his arms and swims to Kida, who is still flailing, and has suddenly lost the ability to breath underwater.

Dream Mikado kisses Kida. It's a nice kiss, it's exactly the kind of kiss Kida likes (this is, after all, his dream) and air floods Kida's mouth.

He's on a bed, his back pressed against pink satin while cheesy music plays overhead. Kida knows exactly which love hotel he and Mikado are now in, and he grips the silky sheets beneath him. Mikado is kneeling between Kida's legs, and hovering over Kida. It's disconcerting, even in the dream, and Mikado's face and body become shadowy and indistinct.

The sensations, however, are not.

Kida wakes to find himself between sticky, chilly sheets, his boxers sticking uncomfortably to his body, the sheets damp with sweat and tangled around his limbs. Kida's heart goes a mile a minute, his mind actively replaying the dream on Kida's eyelids. It takes him a few minutes to get out of bed and drag himself to his beeping alarm clock. Staring down at the dark spot on his boxers Kida frowned.

He was so not gay.

Being jealous of Mikado getting girls was… was totally natural!

And…

…oh hell, he had nothing. Dreaming about your best friend sucking you off in a pink tinted love hotel room? That was pretty damn gay.

--

"Kida-kun!" Mikado's arm was visible above the crowd, and his voice was obviously recognizable. Kida swallowed and ducked his head, darting in one side of another throng of students and out the other. It was not that he was hiding, or running, or anything ridiculous like that. Kida was… he was just… he was avoiding Mikado, that was all. Just a little avoidance. Just until Kida could get his head on straight.

Straight. Ah ha ha ha…

Kida kept his head down and his feet moving fast. If he was careful, he'd manage to get to school without Mikado noti-

Wait.

If he left Mikado all alone.

…there were GIRLS in this crowd!

"Mikado!" Kida turned around and waved, pushing through a throng of giggling girls. He spotted Mikado and, GASP, there was a- "Oh, it's only you Sonohara-san."

"…" Anri blinked at Kida, like he was some new and strange alien descended to Earth just to confuse her.

"Kida-kun!" Mikado gasped, sounding aghast. (Did that rhyme? Kida did not think it did.) "What do you-"

Kida wrapped an arm loosely around both Mikado and Anri's shoulders. "What did I mean? Nothing, no~thing! Say, how about after school we-" Kida paused dramatically.

"Go hit on girls?" Mikado concluded with a groan, then he flushed. Kida could practically see (if he was looking down his nose) the look Mikado sent Anri across Kida's big manly chest. "Not that- not that we do that a lot, Sonohara-san!"

"Except that we do." Kida whispered, confidentially, to Anri. She smothered a short laugh. "But not tonight! Tonight we feast!"

"Feast?" Anri's quiet little voice was SUCH a turn on! The quiet ones were always the ones who got really super kinky once you got them between the sheets. Or so Kida had heard. Or so Kida would like to believe. Also, Anri had AMAZING breasts.

"Feast~!" Kida stated, ignoring the looks other people were giving them. Let them stare, Kida behaved for no man! But he would for a woman. Really. "On Snickers!"

"What?" Mikado questioned, clearly as confused as Anri was. Anri voiced her confusion merely by looking cute however, which was a lot cuter than Mikado's quirked eyebrows and big brown eyes, and cute little nose, and the way his bottom lip kind of wobbled when he was –

Kida dropped his arms from around Anri and Mikado's shoulders. Maybe feasting was a bad idea… Still, it would look weird if Kida just stopped talking, so Kida continued, waving his arms around to make a point.

"I've got some money, AND it's fifty percent off day at Russian Sushi!"

Which, unlike the other sushi place, did not serve human nigiri on fifty percent off days. Thank god.

"Alright." Anri agreed softly, and the three of them stepped through the gate to Raira academy. There was a light blush on Anri's cheeks too, and she glanced away to the side when she spoke. "It sounds nice."

"Alright!" Kida pumped a thumbs up at Mikado and winked, and Mikado smiled sweetly and flushed cu- goddammit!

Mikado blushed.

Like a man.

And smiled like a… like an unmanly man.

"We'll meet you here after school, Kida-kun?" Mikado asked, his young tender voice warbling like a bird in spring.

Had Kida's inner monologue always been this gay? Or was it like that first realization that his gender preferences might not be so Society Friendly had triggered some sort of all-encompassing change-over. As if some higher being was dictating that his thoughts represent his new sparkly rainbow personality.

"Sure! After class." Kida agreed, before darting off. With Anri around they could at least pretend to be the typical manga threesome, main character, best friend, and the love interest.

…wait, if he was 'ambiguously maybe gay' that made him the best friend didn't it? But Mikado didn't have the personality for a main character!
--

"I can't believe Sonohara-san ditched us!" Kida moaned, his head thunking into the counter at Russian Sushi. The sushiya was crowded like it always was on 50% night, and he and Mikado were smushed together on two bar stools. To the left of Mikado was a group of quickly becoming drunk salarymen, to Kida's right was a soppy man and woman on a date. Seriously soppy, they were even feeding each other bites of seaweed salad and holding up pieces of sashimi for the other person to eat. It was really disgusting.

Totally.

Kida would never want to do that with someone else, even if they were a girl.

"She said she had to get home." Mikado patted Kida awkwardly on the back. "Some things you can't control, Kida-kun."

Kida sighed and lifted his head. He really should be happier around Mikado. If not Mikado might guess that something was wrong. Mikado was unnervingly sharp sometimes, behind that baby face and sweet but puzzled demeanor. Kida liked that about Mikado.

"Well! I guess this means that ever dinner we'll get to go," Kida paused, he heard Mikado groan in expectation of Kida saying 'hit on girls' and grinned, "watch a movie!"

"I don't WA- What?" Mikado's jaw dropped in surprise. "Not hit on girls?"

"Not unless Mikado wants to~" Kida teased cheerfully, leaning close to Mikado and bumping shoulders with him. Not that Kida had to lean very far to bump his shoulders against Mikado's, the stools at the sushi bar were set close and Kida and Mikado were squeezed together anyway. It would not have taken much to lean further and bump heads, or to turn Mikado's face and bump noses, and after that…

"No!" Mikado's shoulder jumped against Kida's, shocking Kida back into the real world. "I want to see a movie." Mikado dipped his head forward, a light blush patterning his cheeks. When he turned to look up at Kida his smile was just wide enough to show the tips of his white teeth. "I'd like to see a movie, Kida-kun!"

Tha-thump.

What.

What was that?

Was that… was that the sound of Kida's heart? Kida's hands curled into fists on his knees, and he was pretty sure his face had just caught fire.

That was so his heart, and now his heart was beating double time, no, no, TRIPLE-time, to make up for the fact that Mikado had made it skip.

"So." Kida cleared his throat. "Good. A movie. We should go see the new Hanejima Yuuhei one. I hear it's good!"

"Really?" Mikado picked up a piece of yellowtail sushi and popped it into his mouth. He chewed, and swallowed. Kida could not draw his eyes away from Mikado's face the entire time he did it. "I liked his last one!"

"Ah ha." Kida ducked his head and grabbed a piece of sushi off of his plate, it was sea urchin and he stuffed it into his mouth without a care. Which was really disrespectful for Simon's sushi, which was excellent sushi, but when Mikado was being so cute and Kida needed a distraction what was he supposed to do? Kida chewed and swallowed quickly before grabbing at his cup of green tea.

Mikado's hand on his arm stopped him. "Kida-kun!" Mikado leaned forward, his big, wide, dark eyes taking up all of Kida's vision. "Hold on." Mikado's hand let go of Kida's arm and approached his face.

Wait… Kida paled. Wait… Kida flushed. Wait… Kida took a deep breath.

Mikado's fingers brushed the side of Kida's mouth and Mikado grinned.

Wait!

"You had some rice on your face!" Mikado popped a bit of sticky sushi rice into his mouth, blissfully unaware of how close he had come to giving Kida a freaking heart attack. Kida's hand groped around on the counter top and picked up his green tea, from which Kida took a hurried swallow.

Just because Mikado had leaned over and picked rice off of his skin and then EATEN it did not mean that Mikado was in any way interested in Kida's body (although Kida did have a HOT and SEXY body and hell he was bigger than Dotachin in some areas so really who WOULDN'T be interested in his body…) it was probably something Mikado had seen in a manga or an anime or something and Mikado was just COPYING it.

Though. Wouldn't it have been in a manga or an anime about a couple? So why would Mikado copy it with Kida? It's not like Mikado could say 'oh, I do that all the time with my younger brother!' or something.

Also, ewwwwwwwww, eating food off of people's faces.

"Kida-kun?" Mikado waved a hand in front of Kida's face. "Are you alright? You spaced out for a second there."

Kida blinked. And indeed, he had spaced out. The sappy couple had left and the business men were well into being drunk. "Let's head to the movie." Kida stuffed the last of his sushi into his mouth (salmon roe, how he loved thee, it was like little bubbles of salmon juice bursting in his mouth) and set his money on the counter. Mikado did the same and they hopped off of their bar stools to head to the movie.

"Come again!" Simon waved one arm above his head, cheerily shooing them off. "Russian sushi, it's good, no?"

"Yeah!" Kida shouted back, waving a hand as well. "It's good!"

Mikado laughed, swatting Kida lightly in the side. Kida rebutted by throwing an arm over Mikado's shoulders and roughly messing up his hair. "Mikado-kuuuuuuuuuuuuun," Kida trilled, fingers knuckle deep in Mikado's short black hair. Kida spiked it roughly. "You shouldn't laugh at your best friend!"

"But you're funny, Kida-kun!" Mikado answered, faux innocently. Kida knew it was faux innocence from the sparkle in Mikado's eye, and the next words out of his mouth. "It must be your face."

Kida released Mikado to clutch at his chest. "A hit a hit! Verily a hit! Mikado-kun! How dare you insult my face!" Kida felt up his face with two hands. "It's the face that launched a thousand ships, you know!"

"That's because they were heading for the opposite direction." Mikado retorted, he took a few steps ahead and merged into the faceless crowds on the Ikebukuro streets. The crowd surged, crossing the street when the light turned green.

Kida shook his head at the naiveté of his friend, unsurprised that once he had fished through the crowd to find Mikado the other boy was looking lost and confused, almost stranded in the middle of the cross-walk as the light neared red. "C'mon." Kida grabbed Mikado's hand and started dragging him towards the theatre. "We wouldn't want to miss show time!"

Mikado's fingers curled around Kida's own and he jogged to keep up with Kida's fast pace. "Of course not."

It wasn't until Kida got home that he realized that he had totally just been on a date.

--

Kida did not go to school the next day. It was not because he was skipping, although if Raira had been open that day Kida would have skipped, but it was because Raira had Sunday's off. Kida was not one of those crazy kids who had cram school and tutors and never stopped studying, though he was a good student when he needed to be. On a day off like today Kida could generally be found trying to pick up girls, or hanging with friends, or just relaxing. Especially since that Sunday the sun was shining, and the birds were singing, and there was a crisp edge to the air, but it was just enough to make you wear a jacket and shiver when there was a stiff breeze.

Kida, however, was not spending time with friends (IE – Mikado) or hitting on girls, or relaxing. In fact it could probably be said that Kida was a little stressed. He had spent a lot of time trying to pick out clothes today because most of his casual clothes were yellow. Which was a real pain, the last thing Kida wanted was to have to deal with those wannabee yellow scarves. It was not his clothes that had stressed Kida out however, it was his mission.

Yes, that's right. His mission.

Because last night Kida had been on a *date*. A date with *Mikado*. Mikado his best friend who Kida was not sure was *gay*.

So, Kida had headed for the library. After all, where better to find information than the library? They had books on this type of stuff right? On relationship or dating troubles and on whether you were gay or not…

"I wonder if one of the books has a test or something…" Kida muttered, pulling a heavy looking paperback book off the shelf. The paperback book flopped over Kida's hand, trying to escape. Kida almost dropped it too when his eyes caught on the title written in large red text.

'GAY SEX FOR DUMMIES'.

Okay, not the book he had been looking for, though possibly maybe one he would be interested in. After all, homosexuals had to have sex in a… a weird way right? Like, guys obviously did not have a vagina or any of that, and Kida was pretty sure that when you penetrated a guy it went up their… their… well, their behind. Right?

Kida tentatively flipped open the first few pages of the book, scanning the pictures and words. Kida's eyes widened slightly and his fingers froze over a picture, no that word did not do it justice, it was a *photograph*. And in this photograph two guys were…

Well, they were 'bumping uglies'.

Kida glanced around, nervous. Was this type of book even legal for him to be looking at? Was it legal for the library to have?

Kida ducked his head and huddled closer to the library shelf in the hopes that no one would see what book he was looking at. Kida hoped he would be able to hear anyone coming and be able to both tuck the book away and saunter off innocently. However this was a library, people did try to be quiet. Kida slanted the book so he could get a better look at the picture.

The models, or would they be porn stars, faces were censored to hell, pixels covering everything from the tops of their heads to their shoulders. The penises however were not pixilated.

They were, Kida glanced at the explanation, his adam's apple bobbing when he swallowed, they were 'frotting'. That's what the book called it. Which was apparently when two guys rubbed their penises together, Kida glanced at the explanation again, and it could be both foreplay or the entire kit and caboodle.

Kida closed the book, his mouth suddenly dry.

So, you didn't HAVE to put your ding-dong up another guy's… or take another guy's… it could just be rubbing? Well that… That wouldn't be so bad. It could be really exciting actually. And there was always blowjobs, although Kida thought that might be a little weird. He'd tasted himself once (healthy teenage boy, okay!) and really, semen was kind of gross. Mikado probably wouldn't like it either.

Ah, what was the phrase? Spits or swallows?

Kida flushed and shoved the gay sex book back on the shelf. That did not help him at ALL with his problem.

"In fact." Kida muttered with a glance down at his tight jeans. "I think I have another one."

Kida tried to ignore the problem in his jeans (it would fade!) and scanned the bookshelf for a good title. Lots of books about HIV and AIDS, books about preventing the spread of STDs, a few books about gay sex. But the section was small, and Kida failed to spot a book on 'what do you do if you are gay for your best friend and not sure he likes you back'.

Kida sighed and let his head fall forward, thunking his forehead against the book shelf.

He'd even settle for a book on coming out.

"Back here again Nana-chan?" A high pitched voice questioned, a giggle slipping through at the end. "What are you looking up this- Oh!"

Kida froze, his heart pounding a mile a minute as he stared at the girl at the end of the aisle. She was slightly older than Kida, maybe around 17, and she was dressed casually. Kida hoped to god that the girl did not go to Raira.

"Eh? I'm over here, Rai-chan!" Another voice, although slightly lower, and a little huskier too, it was the type of voice that people would hire to play young boys in anime. "Oh!"

Kida's head slowly turned, noted a girl of the same age as the first, and then Kida quickly picked which girl he would have to rush past. Kida chose to rush past 'Rai-chan', and headed quickly for the exit. Thank god his 'little problem' had been quickly killed by embarrassment. Giggles erupted behind Kida and only served to make Kida speed up.

Oh god. They were probably fujoshi weren't they?

"Please, please, please don't go to Raira." Kida pleaded under his breath, he pushed through the library doors and shaded his eyes from the bright afternoon sun. Kida knew from experience that girls who liked BL had the worst minds. Karisawa liked BL after all, had Kida had heard her start to fantasize about two guys having relationships…

That was it!

Kida pulled out his cellphone and flipped through his contact list. He did not know why he had bothered with books, Kida had a real live source to talk these things over with. Granted, Karisawa would probably jump up and down and clap her hands and start fantasizing, but she could at least give Kida advice. Pressing the send button Kida placed his phone against his ear and began walking, his spirits already beginning to lift.

"Ah, Karisawa-san? I was wondering if we could meet… there's something I'd like your opinion on." Kida walked down the street, turning left to take a short cut through a park. "Eh? No. I don't need to speak to Kadota-san, Karisawa-san, just you." Kida paused, then laughed brightly. "No, it's not a love confession! I promise!"

--

"Kida-kun wanted to talk to me about something?" Karisawa Erika hardly looked out of place in a Star Cracks, even dressed in her usual all black outfit and cap. In fact it was probably because of that outfit that she did not look out of place at all. Still, their outfits did not match at all. Kida was dressed cheerfully, and Karisawa's outfit was… well, not cheerful. Not goth though, she didn't look goth. With the difference in ages factoring in as well, Kida was pretty sure no one was going to mistake them for a couple or anything, despite the fact that Kida had procured a table near the back of the Star Cracks, stuffed into a dark ill lit corner.

Kida nervously glanced around. He was not surprised to see Yumisaki and Togusa huddled around a table on the other side of the Star Cracks, caps pulled low over their faces and heavy dark sun glasses perched on the edges of their nose. Their attempts at disguise were of course foiled by the blasé actions of Kadota, who was leaning back in his chair sipping an iced coffee. Kida did not see anyone else he knew, still with the way Ikebukuro regulars gossiped and the fact that perhaps twenty percent of the populace knew Kida for some reason or another, and another twenty-five percent knew Karisawa for some reason or another (with a little overlap) it was probably inevitable that rumors about this little meeting were going to be flying around.

Hopefully the rumors wouldn't be about them conspiring to take over the world or something.

"I need some relationship advice." Kida whispered conspiratorially, leaning forward with his elbows on the faintly sticky table. Karisawa leaned in as well. "I think I might be… gay." Kida's voice dropped from a whisper to a level barely audible, except of course to fangirls who could hear a love confession in a crowded room.

"EEEEEEEEH?!" Karisawa's surprised exclamation caused heads to turn, but they turned away when no other shouted exclamations were forthcoming. This was in part because Kida had immediately slapped a hand over Karisawa's big mouth.

It felt totally weird, because she kept talking.

Cautiously Kida withdrew his hand.

"I never knew Kida-kun was that type! Didn't you have a girlfriend? Are you a seme or an uke? How far have you gone?" Karisawa's excited questions continued in a hushed tone. "Did you confess at school? Is it a classmate? Oh! I know!" Karisawa pointed a finger at Kida, Kida with drew slightly, a little afraid of what was going to come out of Karisawa's mouth next. "It's Mikado-kun!"

Kida flushed hotly. "Keep your voice down Karisawa-san! I don't want everyone to know!" Kida squirmed in his chair, even if Karisawa had been talking quietly Kida was still worried. You never knew who was listening! "I. Yes, it's Mikado-kun. I think I really like Mikado."

Karisawa hugged herself and preformed what looked like a very short and excited dance in her seat. Kida wondered if asking her for advice really had been the best idea.

"So! Have you confessed, Kida-kun?" Karisawa's face became serious and she leaned over the table, her eyes sparkled with what Kida could only label as 'unholy glee'.

"No! Of course not. I don't even know if I'm really gay, or if I really like him." Kida leaned back, his head bonking against the wall behind him. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. Since you know all about this sort of… stuff."

Kida was pretty sure that men had DIED after seeing Karisawa smile like that. And only a few would be dying of fright, Kida knew what Karisawa could do with a manga book and a 'captive' audience.

"How does Mikado-kun make you feel?" Karisawa was leaning almost entirely over the table, her elbows propped on the halfway point. "Does your heart speed up when he is near? Do you blush? Do you get…" Karisawa paused, "naughty thoughts about him?"

"…" Kida pulled his iced green tea off the table and took a hasty swallow. "Yes."

Karisawa's squeal would have made dogs or young children wince, otherwise it was too high-pitched to be heard by the casual listener. "Kida-kun! I'm so happy for you!"

Kida cleared his throat. "I haven't… we haven't done anything, obviously! I haven't told Mikado I like him… I don't know if he'd like me in the same way." Even if Mikado had held hands with him the night before, or if he had eaten rice off of Kida's face, or if he really was not that interested in hitting on girls, even if girls really liked hitting on him.

Then of course there was the fact that Mikado had moved to Tokyo just because Kida invited him.

Okay, probably not JUST because, but Mikado really hadn't left his home town… ever, up and moving to Tokyo was a big step for a guy who didn't go on class trips.

"So you haven't told him, but you've been pining for him for years right?" Karisawa looked like she was seconds away from some sort of fangirl seizure. "It's just like-" And that was the point where Kida tuned Karisawa out. Like he had told Mikado, it was easier to pretend she was speaking incantations rather than focus on what she was saying. He KNEW she was talking about manga and anime and novels and video games she had watched/read/played, but It all went over Kida's head. He was such a follower of the mainstream, and Karisawa followed… well, everything.

"You need to tell him!" Was the part Kida tuned back in on, "Oh, make it a dramatic confession. Do it on the school rooftop!"

"Um." Kida licked his lips. "Karisawa-san, I'm not sure Mikado is gay, or that my feelings will be returned, and I don't want to make things weird." That was what Kida started to say at least, he did not get further than 'um'.

"No, no, no." Karisawa waved a hand in the air. "Ah! You should confess at the end of high school and then live together during college! You could be just like Ai no Kotodama!" Karisawa stared dreamily off into the distance. "Right?" Karisawa seemed to have stopped staring dreamily into space, and was instead staring dreamily a point above Kida's head and to the left. Kida turned, his heart plummeting into his stomach when he saw Togusa and Yumasaki leaning down. How had he NOT noticed them showing up?

"I still can't believe I watched that movie with you." Yumisaki said, his face turning from sad to smiling when he turned to look at Kida. "So! I hear you've gone over to the other side! Good luck, Kida-kun!"

"Wha-wait," Kida blinked, "How long have you been standing there?!"

They had to be silent like ninja or something.

"Tch." Togusa, too good for this conversation, turned and walked off. Back to Kadota, who when he noticed Kida looking waved with one hand.

Kida banged his head on the table in front of him and groaned.

"Cheer up, Kida-kun, we'll help you come up with a plan to woo your future boyfriend." Karisawa reached across the table to pat at Kida's table.

"We?" Yumisaki pulled a loose chair over to their table and sat down on it. "You're the expert here."

"But I need your help!" Karisawa whined. Kida almost felt sorry for Yumisaki, but he knew the older man could handle it. "I need you to kiss Kida-kun!"

Kida's head snapped up, Yumisaki's jaw dropped, "What?!" both of them exclaimed in unison.

Karisawa sighed, a sight that probably meant something along the lines of 'why am I surrounded by people who do not share my artistic vision!'

"Well if you won't," Karisawa reached over the table and grabbed the front of Kida's shirt. "I'll do it~"

"Wai-" Karisawa kissed rather like she talked and acted, rambunctiously and a little silly. It wasn't a simply kiss though, it certainly wouldn't be the type of kiss that Kida would be able to pass off as 'sisterly' or 'no big deal'. There was tongue, and a LOT of tongue, and… wait was her hand up his shirt?!

Karisawa pinched Kida's nipple, and then quick as a fox (or a snake) withdrew her hand and dropped Kida onto his chair. Kida's rump hit the seat and he sat there blinking dazedly, before he realized that he was blinking out the Star Crack's window at a very familiar, also vaguely dazed, face.

Of course, Mikado almost always looked dazed.

"There you go!" Karisawa laced her fingers under her chin, Yumisaki looked like he was laughing or gagging into his sleeve. "Plot point a! A stolen kiss!"

"Wai-wh-" And then of course Mikado had to turn away and start running off into the crowd, so Kida jumped out of his chair and raced for the Star Crack's exit.

He had a feeling that in order to understand what the heck was going on he was going to need to read some BL.

--

Kida supposes that he should be grateful that Mikado is about as athletic as a wet sock (not even a wet gym sock) because he catches up with Mikado around two blocks later. Mikado is panting and leaning against the side of a building, his cheeks are flushed sweetly, and there's a bit of sweat dampening his brow.

Kida's not even the slightest bit winded.

"Hey." Kida says awkwardly, sticking his hands in his pants pockets. They're surrounded by pedestrians rushing about their days, but the air between Mikado and Kida is stilted and unmoving. "…I guess you saw that kiss?"

Mikado pushes himself up from his bent over position and clears his throat. "I just. I didn't think Kida-kun had a girlfriend. He flirts with lots of other people." Mikado took a deep, measured breath. It was obvious he was trying to control something, his breathing maybe, or maybe something more. "With girls, I mean."

Kida glances to his left. A group of teenage girls in Raira uniforms wander past one way, some business men wander the other, a handful of teens with yellow scarves wrapped around pieces of anatomy wander through as well. Kida looks back to Mikado. "I don't!" Kida fishes his hands out of his pockets (and since when did that take several seconds to do, it's like his pockets grew tentacles or something) "Karisawa-san is dating Yumisaki-san!"

Mikado met Kida's eyes evenly, and then his head dropped when he decided to stare at his shoes instead. "Oh. So Kida-kun is in that type of relationship…"

"…wai-what?!" Kida felt his eyes growing as wide as Mikado's generally were. "Wh- I'm not-"

"I just thought," Mikado kept going, "that Kida-kun was flirting with me. But I guess it's because he likes Yumisaki-san…"

"I don't even follow your train of thought here, Mikado." Kida felt like a headache was coming on now. He glanced around the street and noticed that he and Mikado were getting a few curious looks. "Can we talk somewhere…" Kida absentmindedly hooked an arm around Mikado's and started walking. "I know! We'll head back to my place. And after I've cleared up this little misunderstanding we can play with my Wii!"

"Wh-" Mikado's head snapped around.

Kida's half-moon smile split his face. "Not THAT Wii, Mi~ka~do~kun. You're such a perverted boy!"

Cherry blossom pink cheeks were Kida's reward. And really, he understood all those weird old-timey poems about cherry blossoms and sex now. Would Mikado blush during sex? Well, duh, yeah, but would it be pink or REALLY pink or red? And did Mikado moan or scream? Or just pant…

"Kida-kun's the pervert." Mikado muttered, not quite under his breath.

"I," Kida stated magnanimously, with a broad sweep of his free arm, "am a child of my times. It's natural for me to be a pervert!" Kida's free hand waved around in the air like some kind of crippled butterfly. "With ecchi manga, and hentai, and the internet, and pay-per-view, and lax clerks at porn stores who do not check ID even when someone is clearly underage…"

Mikado spluttered again and Kida laughed. It would have been the perfect end to an imperfect day… except that was when the first fat droplet hit the tip of Kida's nose, then his shoulders, the top of Mikado's head, and Mikado's book bag… the rain drops kept coming, the first soft 'plip plip plip's becoming 'plop plop plop PLOP's before long. "Agh!" Kida held one hand over his head, then dropped Mikado's arm to fish around in his bag for anything, something… but he came up with nill. No newspapers, and he wasn't about to damage his textbooks.

Mikado, of course, had an umbrella.

"Always be prepared." Mikado opened the umbrella up and held it over his head, then scooted closer to Kida. The umbrella wasn't big, in fact it was really quite small. For one person it would have been enough but for two… Kida's right arm was going to be soaked through, as was Mikado's left. "I think…" Mikado's voice fell off.

Kida waited until they paused at an intersection. "You think?"

Mikado turned to look at Kida, puppy eyes at full max. Kida was also sure that Mikado's big brown soulful eyes could be described as 'limpid' and Kida had no idea what limpid meant. But whatever it meant, Mikado's eyes were it.

"I think my place is closer?" Mikado finished off, barely loud enough to be heard over the splash of car wheels over wet streets and the constant noise of humanity. "If Kida-kun doesn't mind."

"Well." Kida took one step forward, and did not have to wait for Mikado to match him. They crossed the intersection in synch. Then Kida turned to the right, the direction they would have to take to get to Mikado's apartment. "I'm pretty sure that you don't have a Wii, but I think we can find other things to do."

They walk the rest of the way to Mikado's place in companionable silence, although both of them get soaked. Their pants are dark and wet up to the knee, and dragging on the ground. Kida's shoes and socks squelch when he walks, and Mikado got sprayed by a passing bus so he's covered in wet spots up to his neck. The two of them morosely climb the outside stairs to the second floor of Mikado's apartment complex, Mikado holding onto one slippery railing, and Kida holding onto the other. Water pours down off the roof to batter at their umbrella before they pass under the roof and into relatively dry safety.

"You have a shower, right?" Kida's teeth chatter a little. He's wet, and the temperature must have dropped, because now he's wet and cold. It is not a light hearted summer rain, but instead the drenching chill of fall that pours down the back of Kida's shirt.

Mikado shakes his umbrella and sets it opened down on the floor in front of his door. He has a cute little welcome mat set out, it read 'abandon all hope ye who enter here' in a fancy scroll type font. Kida's lips twitched. It was totally Mikado, and also seriously cute. It's not like Mikado's apartment was Hell, or even a den of inequity. Although Kida would work on that part.

"I have a…" It's Mikado's turn to shiver, his shoulders quake a little when he does it, "kotatsu too."

"Good." Kida shakes his head and fine droplets rain down from the edges of his hair. "So, open the door and let's get warm and dry already, Mikado!" A puddle of water was starting to form around Kida's feet.

"Hold on, I'm…" Mikado searched around in his pockets. "I'm looking for my…"

"…" Kida looked unimpressed. This was almost as bad as the time Mikado had come in without his text book, and his wallet. "Your keys?" Kida asked.

…this was also, Kida thought with a mental smirk, a hunter's chance.

"Let me help you find them!" Kida cheerfully began to lay his hands on Mikado's person. First off, pat down his front…

"Wh-K-K-K-K-"

Second, slip your hands under his jacket. And really, why the heck was Mikado wearing his uniform on a free day? Mikado should learn how to relax! Although if that one bag Mikado had showed up with was all he had brought to Tokyo maybe he did not have many casual clothes…

Kida would have to take him shopping.

"Nope, not here." Kida announced cheerfully after turning out Mikado's inside pockets.

"Kida-kun!" Mikado managed to finally squeak out. His face was bright red now, all over, and the blush stretched back to Mikado's ears, and down his neck to the collar of his shirt. Curious Kida undid the top button of Mikado's shirt.

Cool. The blush went lower.

"Kida-kun!" Mikado clutched at his unbuttoned neckline like a startled Victorian virgin.

"Sorry, sorry." Kida smiled, then casually slipped his hands into Mikado's pants pockets. "I'm just trying to help, Mikado!"

This would be the point for Mikado to punch him, if Mikado wasn't gay, or kick him or scratch his eyes out or… or protest or something. But only if Kida had not read the signs right and Mikado wasn't jealous because Kida had been kissing Karisawa, and only if Kida had TOTALLY read the signs WRONG and Mikado wasn't interested.

Instead of punching, slapping, kicking, or killing Kida, Mikado closed his eyes and turned his head away.

Kida's pretty sure he's never seen anything more erotic in his LIFE. And that COUNTS porn.

"I think I found them." Kida said, softly, not really wanting to break the moment, but he wasn't about to feel around in Mikado's pants after his fingers had closed around obviously metallic bits and pieces. Mikado nodded, but did not open his eyes, so after pulling out the keychain Kida was left to figure out which keys went to the front door. Not that it was that hard, and not that there were many keys.
"Okay." Kida pushed the door to Mikado's apartment open.

"Thanks, Kida-kun." Mikado picked up his umbrella and pushed the little button that caused it to crumple up. Mikado brushed past Kida and set the umbrella to the side of his door in the genkan, then started to pry off his wet shoes. "Come in, Kida-kun."

Kida took a step into Mikado's apartment and let the door close behind him. "Whoa!" Kida blinked several times. "It's dark in here."

It was true, with the door shut behind them the only light came from the blind covered windows on the other side of the apartment. Kida couldn't see much of the apartment. He could see enough to ascertain just how big the apartment was, though it looked about the right size for a 1Room.

"Kida-kun, you should take off your shoes…" Mikado's voice sounded like it was coming from up close, and there was a warm puff of breath on Kida's cheek. Kida's shoulders jerked, and he turned his face to the side.

That was when Mikado stole his hunter's chance and kissed Kida.

"Mmmph." Kida hesitated for just a second before he started kissing back. It was pretty innocent at first, just lips pressing against lips in some sort of wild middle school mash up. But it changed pretty soon. Mikado parted his lips and Kida, taking a chance, slipped his tongue in between them. Mikado tasted a lot like…

Well, like soy sauce and convenience store salmon rice balls.

Mikado placed his hands on Kida's hips, then moved them to rest on Kida's waist under his shirt. Mikado's hands were damp, though Kida had no idea if it was because of the rain or if he was sweating. It was probably because of the rain. Mikado's hands were nice and warm though, which was a change from Kida's damp and COLD clothing.

Mikado's tongue tentatively wriggled against Kida's.

Kida wrapped an arm loosely around Mikado's waist, then shifted slightly to reach down and grab Mikado's ass.

Mikado squeaked, which was really, really cute, then he broke away from the kiss. "Kida-kun!" Mikado's voice was high pitched, and a little breathy. "Y-You should take off your shoes."

Kida laughed, because yeah, he should, but it was really so cute that Mikado kept pestering him about it. "You want to move into the apartment?" Kida teased, toeing off first one wet and clingy shoe. The sound it made when it came off was like an octopus releasing its prey. "Maybe to the bed?" Kida's teasing increased and he let his fingers run up under Mikado's shirt, tickling his side. Kida figured that would be moving a little fast for Mikado and expected some sort of denial.

The second shoe came off with another sucking sound, but there was no denial forthcoming.

"Er. Mikado?" Kida's eyes were adjusting to the darkness. He could make out the outline of Mikado's face, the shape of his nose, and the wideness of his eyes. "You were supposed to laugh…"

Mikado's arms wrap around Kida, and Mikado takes a step forward, pushing his body up against Kida's. It was hard Mikado's warmth, and more than that that CERTAIN parts of Mikado were warmer than others. Surprised Kida took a step backwards, his heel catching on the riser behind him. Kida and Mikado both fell, toppling onto the tatami mats that covered the floor of Mikado's apartment.

"Kida-kun." Mikado's voice was still sweet and shy, still the same Mikado Kida had always known, but there was an edge of seriousness, and edge of adulthood. Kida stiffened a little. "I…" Mikado paused, his eyes were practically black in the low light of the room. Kida placed his hands on Mikado's shoulders and gave him a reassuring squeeze. Mikado's face darkened.

He was blushing. Cute.

"Hey, Mikado." Kida broke the silence when it stretched too long. Flashing one of his heart breaking girl winning sexy grins. "Has anyone ever told you you're pretty?" It was nonsensical, it was out of the blue, it was a complete and total malapropism.

Or it was extremely apropos.

"You're beautiful, Kida-kun…"

And then Mikado kissed him...

And kissed him…

And kissed him…

Wet clothes were wrestled off, falling to the floor with thuds, being stepped on and squishing under their feet as they moved further into the apartment and closer to Mikado's futon. Kida was down to his boxers (which weren't even damp, except in the figurative sense, or did that only count for panties?) when he stumbled over a stack of text books and fell onto soft familiar feeling padding.

The futon.

Kida wondered what Mikado saw as he laid their catching his breath, his legs sprawled out carelessly, his arms lifted up over his head, his hair mussed, and Kida was sure his lips were puffy, they felt tingly.

"K-kida-kun…" Mikado was down to his boxers as well, his body was pale, scrawnier than Kida's, and also perfect. Kida hoped that Mikado couldn't make out his body, he hoped that the scars caused by one too many fights and one too many close calls were hidden and not revealed by the soft light filtering through Mikado's blinds. Self consciously Kida pulled his arms in and almost crossed them over his chest. That was when Mikado straddled Kida's waist and grabbed his wrists. "Kida-kun, don't cover up."

Kida laughed, it was short lived and breathless, but he had to laugh. "Mikado, if anyone had told me you would be commanding, and dare I say a little kinky, during sex I'd have told them-" 'no way'. Mikado's mouth swallowed the last two words, and he held one of Kida's wrists above his head. Mikado's other hand delved into Kida's boxers, feeling around at first cautiously, but once Mikado had wrapped a hand around Kida's penis he started stroking Kida like he did it every day.

And who knows, maybe Mikado DID stroke off every day.

Kida groaned, his mouth opening up under Mikada's oral and tactile assault. It felt really, really good. Nice. Hot. He wasn't going to last long at all… Kida's toes curled and his body did a full body twitch; bucking up against Mikado when he came. Mikado's breath caught in his throat, and he pulled away from the kiss, watching as Kida shuddered, a slick gooey substance sticking to Mikado's fingers and wetting down the front of Kida's boxers.

Kida groaned. "God, Mikado, you move fast."

"Maybe I just don't want Kida-kun to run away." Mikado admitted, and Kida blinked his eyes open, a groggy sense of fulfillment not enough to distracted Kida from the tone of those words. Mikado was sitting now, half turned away from Kida, staring at the gooey strands stretching between his fingers.

Kida pushed himself onto his elbows, and then fully sat up. He wrapped a loose arm around Mikado's waist and grabbed Mikado's wrist with the other hand. "Mikado…" Doing something Kida had only seen in really ecchi manga and on the internet Kida dragged Mikado's gross semen covered hand over to his mouth and licked at his palm.

Ew.

Mikado's breath did that cute catching thing again, and a high pitched whine slipped from his mouth when Kida wrapped his mouth around Mikado's middle finger and sucked on it. Kida slipped a hand under Mikado's waist band and barely needed to touch Mikado's penis before Mikado came. Now it was Kida's turn to hold up damp gooey come covered fingers.

Kida smirked at Mikado, and this time sucked his OWN fingers into his mouth, sucking the jizz off of his pointer and middle fingers while Mikado stared slack jawed and glassy eyed.

"It's kind of salty…" Kida stated, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. They glistened with saliva now. "But also kind of sweet, just like-"

Mikado was going to have to learn to let him finish his sentences, although if all unfinished sentences ended with Kida getting pushed back onto Mikado's futon, Mikado's tongue swiping over his pallet, then Kida was okay with getting cut off. Kida's penis gave a tired, sensitive twitch when the back of Mikado's hand brushed against it and Kida's boxers were tugged off, Mikado wriggled out of his boxers too, and his penis brushed against Kida's, which made both their penises twitch, which felt really good when up against each other…

Kida rubbed his hands over Mikado's chest, brushing over Mikado's rib cage and flicking at his nipples. Mikado squeaked, the fingers that had been slipped into Kida's hair clenching. Kida dusted his fingers over Mikado's collarbone, which earned another squeak and a shudder.

Kida grinned, his teeth catching on the tip of Mikado's tongue, and when Mikado pulled his tongue back, nipping at Mikado's bottom lip. Mikado's squeak this time sounded mildly distressed. Turning his head to the side Kida broke the kiss and gulped down lung-loads of fresh air. Mikado took the chance to kiss Kida's cheek, and then his jawline, while his hips dropped down to press against Kida's, their groins rubbing together.

"God…" Kida panted, grabbing at Mikado's shoulders. "Did you like read a sex manual or something?" Not waiting for an answer Kida leaned up and licked a stripe down the line of Mikado's collarbone, a spot Kida knew Mikado was sensitive. Mikado's shoulders twitched, and when Kida moved his hands from Mikado's shoulders to wrapping around Mikado's chest and resting on his back Kida felt the muscles in Mikado's back clenching and relaxing.

"I…" Mikado panted into Kida's ear, and then he licked at the rim of Kida's ear, which made Kida wriggle in all sorts of ways, which made Kida's penis brush against Mikado's in all sorts of ways, and really were you supposed to be able to come and then get hard so fast? Kida usually fell asleep after he masturbated. He'd never tried to do it twice in a row. "I read something like…" Mikado groaned, his hips pumping (and oh god, there was PUMPING going on this was OFFICIALLY gay, were their balls touching?!) against Kida's. "Something like that… oh god Kida-kun you feel s-s-so…"

Kida nodded. He was without words. This felt…

Well, it felt like he was about to orgasm again, which was really, really amazing. Orgasms were the best.

Feeling daring, Kida pried his nails out of Mikado's back and reached between them to wrap his hands around their erections.

"OH!!!" Mikado shuddered, and then the hand that had been holding him up just wouldn't do the job anymore, Mikado collapsed against Kida.

Which hurt, and made the breath rush out of Kida's lungs, but also felt REALLY GOOD to his penis.

They both came.

There was less sticky come this time, which was an interesting scientific fact if Kida had been interested in studying the effects of multiple orgasms on teenage males, but the lassitude that sank into Kida's muscles made it nigh-impossible to push Mikado off.

"That…" Kida felt a smile split his face. "To think I was worried about you having sex with girls."

Mikado's chuckle was inaudible, but Kida could feel Mikado's body shake against his. Which was nice, but way too soon. Maybe after a nap. "I think you need a nap, Kida-kun." Mikado rolled off Kida and wriggled around. Seconds later Kida felt something wet being used to wipe off his stomach. It was wet and COLD.

"That better not be my shirt." Kida said, half joking, then he yawned. "Mmm…" Mikado settled onto the futon next to Kida and then they were both covered by a fluffy blanket. Kida felt nostalgic as he curled up next to Mikado. It was just like when they had been kids and they used to stay over at each other's houses.

Except Kida hadn't just had an orgasm, and they weren't generally naked, and Mikado used to have a bed wetting problem…

A warm arm draped over Kida's shoulders, and Kida found his thoughts becoming increasingly inane as he drifted off to sleep.

--

Mikado waited until Kida's breathing had deepened before he shifted position, leaning on his elbow on the futon. Mikado could still hear the rain drops hitting the ceiling, and he was beginning to hear the muffled but still audible sounds of his apartment building filling as people came home for dinner, either from work, or cram school, or whatever gaming centers the other teens in the building went to on days off. Mikado was glad that he and Kida had gotten the time alone that they had, Kida might not have realized it but he was really, really noisy during sex.

Mikado was sure that he was noisy too, but Kida was just… well, Kida was noisy all the time.

Mikado smiled and brushed a lock of hair out of Kida's face. It was part of what he liked about Kida. Kida was like sunshine, or something sentimental like that.

Blushing Mikado carefully pulled himself out of the futon. He was tired too, but he couldn't just leave his apartment trashed as it was. The first thing Mikado did was open his laptop up on his table and turn it on. (It wasn't like he was addicted, and having sex with Kida totally proved that he had a life outside of the internet.)

Mikado grabbed the wet cloth he had used to wipe the semen off of his and Kida's stomachs and groin. It wasn't Kida's shirt; it was actually a handkerchief that Mikado had been carrying around in his pocket. Then Mikado did pick up Kida's shirt, and his shirt, and their pants, and blazers, and Kida's hoodie. Mikado hung them all carefully over the one heater he had. Hopefully they would be dry by tomorrow; otherwise he would lend Kida some of his clothes.

Mikado pulled on a pair of pajamas and settled in front of his laptop, opening up his e-mail and favorite chat.

'Good evening!' Was what Mikado was greeted with. He smiled a little and typed his response.

'Good evening, is xxxxxx-san not here tonight?'

'You just missed them xxxxxx-san!'
'Were you caught in the rain? It looks pretty bad from where I am!'

'I was caught in it when it started, but I was on my way home anyway.'

'How was your day out? Did you have fun?'

'I did!'
'By the way, xxxxx-san, I took your advice.'

'Ah!'
'That's good to hear!'
'Did it work?'

'Maybe.'

'\(^ ^)/ I'm so happy for you xxxxx-san!'
'Tell me all about it.'

It was at that point that Kida chose to turn over and fling an arm out over Mikado's side of the futon, grumbling and groping around when there was nothing there.

'Gotta go.' Mikado hurriedly typed and closed down his computer before crawling back under the covers. He picked Kida's arm up and placed it over his shoulders before reciprocating, wrapping one arm around Kida's shoulders.

Kida sighed and laid his forehead against Mikado's. Mikado smiled and let his eyes droop closed, his body relaxed to the rhythm of Kida's breathing and heart beet, and Mikado quickly fell asleep.