Love Affair Extras

[Cherry Dynamite]

This thread is basically going to be a series of one-shots that are impossible in actual plot of the story that spawned these ideas. Or they just might be scenes from characters' pasts that we just can't write out in the story. If you're interested in reading our RP, please do so here.

However, you do not need to know the plot of the RP in order to read these works. They're stand-alone one-shots. So please enjoy.

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Cherry Dynamite
Bbubbii

[Cherry Dynamite]

Moonchul sighed as he lit up a cigarette on the balcony. Seoul stretched out beneath him while electric, neon lights glared up at him from the hotel. Normally the Korean model would take comfort in the urban beauty of his hometown but right now he couldn't see it at all. Everything looked different.

Sleeping with Yongseok hadn't been the experience he thought it would be.

He had always thought that when he'd finally get his older brother in bed with him, he'd have his brother wrapped around his finger, begging to be screwed into the mattress. In Moonchul's fantasy, Yongseok had loved every minute of it. Not to say that Yongseok hadn't enjoyed himself, but at the end, when their long, pale limbs were tangled together in the aftermath of their affair, Yongseok had started crying. The platinum blonde guessed it was to be expected. He had taken advantage of his brother on the day of their - Yongseok's - mother's funeral. What Moonchul hadn't expected was how much it hurt.

In all honestly, besides wanting to fullfil his desires, Moonchul had had his brother's best intentions at heart. They were both very sexual and hey, sex always made things better for Moonchul. He knew Yongseok would go to that Chinese bastard for comfort sex, so Moonchul was positive that sex would help his brother.

Thinking the entire scene over, he decided that he did, but the moment of peace didn't last long enough.

They fell back against the bed, a mess of emotions and lust, their lips locked together in a taboo so sweet Moonchul couldn't believe that it was a sin. The brothers' thin bodies molded together perfectly, ribs fitting like a jacket zipper as their hips moved together. Yongseok's lean limbs encircled Moonchul's wiry frame needily and whimpered at every heated touch.

Moonchul almost hated himself for manipulating his brother like this but when his fingers gripped Yongseok's cock and made his hyung throw his head back in a loud moan, Moonchul got over it.

The model flipped his phone open and dialed Hyesun's phone number. On the third ring the auburn answered his phone with drowsy surprise. "Moonchul?"

"I fucked Yongseok." He was met with silence and Moonchul took a drag off his cigarette while he waited for Hyesun to overcome his shock. It took a full five minutes before he heard the feminine male speak again.

"Come again?"

Moonchul watched the blue-gray smoke swirl lazily in the air above his head as he exhaled. "I fucked him and he cried."

There was another dragged out silence. It quickly became clear that Hyesun didn't have anything to say and when the silence had stretched out long enough to unnerve the model, Moonchul found himself telling Hyesun about everything that happened that day. From the plane trip to the ceremony to sharing the bed with Yongseok and finally tasting his brother.

"F-Fuck, Moonchul!" Yongseok moaned as he arched against his dongsaeng, fingers tangling in the white sheets below him. His voice cracked in the middle of his moan and it cut into Moonchul enough that he stopped thrusting. When he did, Yongseok looked up at him through misty, lustful eyes. "D-Dongsaeng?"

Hearing Yongseok voice their taboo spurred Moonchul back into action and his hips moved back before surging forward again. He had angled his hips just so and he brushed Yongseok's prostate. This time when his voice cracked, it was from pleasure.

Hyesun still didn't say anything. Flicking the cigarette over the rail, Moonchul gripped the cold metal with a ringed hand tightly. "Fucking say something." His words lacked their usual bite.

"Just what am I supposed to say?" Hyesun sounded weary and Moonchul could see the actor shifting in his bed, his large night shirt hiking up over his thighs. The platinum blonde heard Hyesun sigh as he chose his next words carefully. That alone put him on edge. He expected Hyesun to voice all the thoughts running through his mind that he tried to ignore.

You're a sick freak, Lee Moonchul, taking advantage of your brother this way! You've taken being a monster to a whole new level you incestuous, rapist fag! Yongseok is never going to forgive-

"You're not a bad brother, Moonchul."

Moonchul's fingers went lax against the rail. "What?"

Now he could perfectly picture the way Hyesun's face softened. It should have been a foreign expression on Hyesun but Moonchul could hear it in his voice when he continued. "You were just trying to make things better," the actor continued gently and it made Moonchul's throat constrict. "You went about it in an... unusual way, but you weren't being bad."

The anorexic teenager said nothing. He couldn't even if he wanted to. "Do you want me to fly over there?" He heard Hyesun ask distantly. "Moonchul?"

He wasn't sure when he had dropped the phone or when Yongseok had woken up and came out onto the balcony. He wasn't sure when Yongseok had picked up his phone and gently assured his ex that Moonchul was fine even as he laid crumpled on the balcony, shaking with quiet sobs. It wasn't until Yongseok hung up and wrapped his arms around Moonchul that Moonchul realized just what had happend.

"Hyung-" He tried to say but was cut off by Yongseok tilting his tear streaked face towards him and brushing his lips against Moonchul's. The comforting action only served to cause Moonchul to collapse completely against Yongseok and cling like a child to his shirt.

Everything was wrong. If anyone should have been crying, it'd be Yongseok. Hell, he had been crying earlier. But now here he was, craddling Moonchul and rubbing his bony sides as they rocked together. No words were spoken as Yongseok comforted his younger brother, and in turn, took comfort himself even as the chilly winds of Seoul nipped at their skin.

It's okay, dongsaeng, I forgive you.

Saranghae.

[Cherry Dynamite]

"You're so fucking pathetic." Moonchul told him from around his cigarette as he lit the cancer stick with a match. When he exhaled the smoke, he blew it in his face. "You make me want to vomit."

The twenty six year old cosmetic executive said nothing. Tatsuya had learned within the first week in the company of the Korean teenager that replying to him when Moonchul got like this resulted in pain. The first time he had tried to defend his pride against the teenager, Moonchul had grabbed him by the tie and yanked him down before his fist met Tatsuya's face. Tatsuya had been too stunned to fight back - even if he wanted to, how could he attack a kid? How could he sleep with a boy ten years younger than himself?

Tatsuya agreed wholeheartedly with Moonchul's cutting remarks.

"I can't believe a bitch like you can boss people around," Moonchul continued and carelessly flicked his ashes onto the white plush carpet. "But then again, you work at a place that sells fucking perfume."

Perfume that you wear. The Japanese man thought but only shifted on the mattress. The movement caused the sheets to slip further down his waist and reveal his hipbone. The newly exposed flesh caught Moonchul's attention and Tatsuya stiffened when the anorexic boy brought the cigarette a hair's width from his skin. If he even so much as breathed, Tatsuya knew the cherry of the cigarette would be embedded in his skin. Just the heat radiating off it alone hurt. Moonchul taunted him by moving the cigarette up to Tatsuya's ribs and it took all of the executive's will power not to flinch. It wasn't until Moonchul returned the cigarette to his lips that Tatsuya let out a shallow, quiet breath.

"You're only successful because of me. Your little employees never respected you when you were nice to them. What were you thinking, anyway? This is fucking Japan." Moonchul brushed some of his black bangs from his face and looked down at his older lover.

Tatsuya's entire pale body was littered with bruises, bites, and cuts, created by the aspiring model's hands and teeth. His right eye was surrounded by a dark ring and the swelling was finally starting to go down. Both his top and lower lip were split with blood caked onto his lips, the cuts reopened by Moonchul moments before during their lovemaking. Moonchul didn't think the Japanese man looked older. No adult, no man would allow another being to do this to him.

"You're nothing," Moonchul whispered to Tatsuya. He put his cigarette out on the side of the nightstand before he shifted so that he sat on Tatsuya's waist. "You're nothing." His eyes searched Tatsuya's blank eyes and that bruised face before he leaned down and brushed his full lips against a swollen cheek.

"You need me."

Tatsuya turned his head to the side to seek out Moonchul's mouth.

He hated when Moonchul was right.

[Cherry Dynamite]

Red wax dripped from the candle and onto the pale skin below, mixing with the blood and rolling over fresh wounds and bruises. Hyesun could only bite down on the cloth that gagged him and contort his body helplessly from the painful assault. His back arched completely off the bed as hot wax was dripped intentionally into a gash on his hipbone. Shit.

If Hyesun wasn't hell-bent on making a point with this entire thing thoroughly and enjoying himself, he might have been a little more concerned about his image, reputation, and overall health.

Moonchul leaned over his tied up companion, the candle held lazily between his fingers and threatening to slip from his fingers and burn the auburn haired actor. The anorexic teenager was shirtless, wearing nothing but his signature sinfully tight black leather pants. His long, unstyled hair brushed against Hyesun's cheeks and curtained their faces as Moonchul trailed his lips from the corner of Hyesun's swollen lips and down his jaw. Remnants of Hyesun's red dress laid in rags around them, littering the bed like strewn rose petals.

Hyesun had come to him only twenty minutes before, asking to be well fucked. Moonchul hadn't felt a reason to ask why and just let him in. He had a feeling he knew anyway. Hyesun had bitched to him earlier over the phone in rather coarse Korean about a certain little Chinese teenager and how hard it was to cover up everything. When Moonchul had first seen Hyesun's healing body, he had been surprised that Toei could be so rough. Now Moonchul only wanted to top what Toei did and the older Korean male was willing enough.

No words had been exchanged after that. No agreement on a safe word or what would be done. Hyesun gave Moonchul free reign and the platinum blonde took full advantage it. First Hyesun's arms had been tied securely behind his back, tight enough to make Hyesun visibly grimace. When he had opened his mouth to oppose the bondage, Moonchul had simply gagged him with one of the pillowcases. After Hyesun's dress, stockings, and heels had been taken care of, Moonchul had wasted no time in adding bruises and cuts to the actor's thin frame.

Now Hyesun was beneath the teenager, cock hard and dripping and all but begging for more from behind his gag. A vibrator that Moonchul had forced inside him with no preparation stimulated his prostate mercilessly and a cock ring squeezed the base of his cock just to deny him of the release he so desperately wanted. Moonchul didn't seem willing to actually fuck him and his current position reminded him far too much of how his morning in the hotel room ended.

He watched through hooded eyes as Moonchul blew out the candle and grasped the remote that controlled the vibrator. The gag was ripped from his mouth as Moonchul turned up the speed, allowing Hyesun to curse at him and moan his name as loudly as he pleased while the model peeled and removed the cooled wax from his body to reveal angry, heated patterns. Just when Hyesun was about to break and beg Moonchul to remove the ring from his cock the vibrations suddenly stopped.

"I think..." Moonchul started as Hyesun collapsed against the bed with a furious and miserable sob. Black nails dug into Hyesun's cheeks as Moonchul gripped his face and admired the purple mascara tears that ruined Hyesun's eyeliner and ran through his foundation and blush. His lipstick couldn't be deciphered from the blood and bruising anymore. "I want you to go to Toei, just like this, and make him fuck you."

"W-What?" Hyesun gasped. He struggled to forced air into his lungs while Moonchul moved off the bed to grab a pair of shorts and a shirt for the man on his bed. He was helpless as Moonchul untied his arms to dress him and it was only then that Hyesun realized just how much they hurt and had nearly cried out as Moonchul forced the stiff limbs into the sleeves of his long sleeved dress shirt. The torture didn't end, as Moonchul maneuvered the shorts over Hyesun's thighs and clothed him with both the cock ring still on and the vibrator inside him. Every shifting movement caused the pleasure from both stimulus.

Moonchul had to lift the pleasure high actor off his bed and carry him out to his car. He put Hyesun in the backseat and slammed the door before he walked around the vehicle and got in on the driver's side. Thanks to Yongseok babbling about going to see his boyfriend's parents, Moonchul knew exactly where to drop Hyesun off and within fifteen minutes he was escorting Hyesun to the front porch of the Izanami residence.

Before Moonchul abandoned Hyesun to the mercy of the Chinese teenager and any wandering paparazzi, he slipped the remove into the shirt's front pocket and crushed his lips against Hyesun's for a brief but searing kiss. "Make sure you give that to him and show him that I didn't touch that pretty neck of yours." He told Hyesun. Then he pushed Hyesun towards the door so that the actor had something to prop up against and rang the doorbell.

Hyesun only clutched at the door frame with shaking fingers as Moonchul sprinted down the drive way and drove down the road in his car. Shit.

[Bbubbii]

Her name was something ridiculous, Subari - it might have been Subaru -, he didn't remember, didn't have time to commit it to memory. Right now Toei only had one thing in mind. It was difficult to concentrate when she made those little mewling noises with her mouth, whispering his name over and over again. He knew it felt good, but she had no idea how far it could really go.

She had a crush on him, or some other such nonsense and the blonde used her affection for him to his greatest advantage. Did he care for her? Pfft... No. This wasn't about emotions, not intimate act of love between two lovers. It was purely carnal desire, using her to get what he wanted. And boy was she willing to give.

Toei flipped the girl onto her stomach, hearing her small intake of breath as he squeezes her breasts from behind, fondling her nipples with his forefinger and thumbs. She arched against him, sighing and moaning through her teeth like a whore. This was their first date. They hadn't been out for more than an hour.

Slut.

It was a silent thought, one he did not utter, lest it ruin the mood and he had come too far to stop so soon. Well... he hadn't come yet, but - judging from the excited little reactions from the busty brunette whom he had his arms wrapped around at that very moment - that won't be a luxury long denied him.

She squirmed in his grasp, pressing her rear into the front of his unbuttoned pants, wiggling her ass seductively for him. If only she knew how much she was going to put that tight little ass to good use. The Izanami smirked, sliding a hand down over her stomach to the white panties that were already becoming moist in their actions. Subari or Subaru stifled a moan by biting her lip as he pressed and rubbed between her legs, causing her hips to shift forwards slightly.

In the next few moments he ripped her underwear off of her and lifted her petite bottom into the air, giving it a light squeeze. She made a mewling noise into the sheets of the bed, gripping the comforter tightly. He slid his hands over her hips and spread her milk white cheeks to uncover her rosy puckered entrance. Without preamble he poked the blunt of his member into her ass and she squealed in shock, attempting to scramble out of his hold.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She panted in excited Japanese. Toei grabbed her and dragged her by the leg back towards him, holding her down effectively.

Leaning down, he stroked the side of her neck as he breathed softly into her ear. "I'm trying to enjoy myself. If you play nice, then I might allow you to enjoy it as well." She trembled at the response but said nothing in return. The blonde took this as consent and continued his previous actions, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a small aluminum packet.

Discretely he slipped the condom over his manhood and once again lifted Subaru's (or was it Subari?) hips into the air, probing her virgin entrance with the head of his dick. She squirmed restlessly and whined but said nothing. Toei ignored this and continued to push. Her grip on the bedsheets seemed brutal as the head of his member began to slip inside of her tight opening and she nearly screamed out, stopping herself at the last minute, turning the sound into a soft cry, burying her head into her own sheets.

Toei continued mercilessly, not pausing to stop to allow her to get use to the feeling, barely going slow enough to allow the skin to stretch over his length and accommodate his size. It was torture, he knew, not being properly prepared before hand. He could tell by the soft sobs the girl was releasing. He didn't care. To prove this fact her rammed harshly into her opening before the head of his prick was even halfway inside, surprising the girl completely. This time she did call out, crying rivers of tears.

"Itai.... itai..... aaaah!" She screamed and sobbed as he brutally rammed inside of her opening with no regards for her screams. She flailed and clutched at the bedding, clawing at her face, attempting to push him away, restless because of the pain. And when she dared to tell him to stop or slow down, his answer was hard thrust of his hip and a fistful of her hair, dragging her ear to meet his lips.

"I thought you said you loved me..." She whimpered as she nodded and whispered that it was true. "And when you are in love you are suppose to share anything with that person, give them everything, am I wrong." She shook her head and agreed that it was true. "Then you are obligated to give me everything, I'm only taking what's rightfully mines." He reasoned and expected her to understand.

"I understand, I do, but it's too much, can't we do it the regular way for a while?" She pleaded, voice hoarse from screaming, face drenched with tears. Toei wiped away the moisture with his hand and kissed her softly on the cheek, smiling angelically.

"Why would I want something that's already been given away? This-" He referred to her behind with a quick thrust. "...is what I claim, therefor this is what I own. You are not to give this part of yourself to anyone else but me. The rest of you is tainted, I would never enter through a place where another man had already been." He teased her cruelly and she wept silent tears. This time he cleared them with his tongue, lapping at the salty liquid as it ran down her cheeks.

"But..." She tried to protest but was silenced when the blonde shoved her face into the bed, this time thrusting into her more vigorously than before. Ignoring each one of her please.


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A week later found Toei lazing around in his room when he was suppose to be cleaning it. His father was probably serious about the threat of taking away his car this time but he didn't much care, it wasn't like he had anywhere in particular to be or anyone in particular to see. Nearby him his phone rang and he though of who it could be, guessing in his head that it was probably one of the many guys he had given his number out to the night before - having been too drunk to notice he accidentally gave them his real number - calling to ask him for one thing or another.

As he walked over to pick up the device he came up with multiple excuses why he couldn't come out tonight or why he didn't feel like hooking up right at this second. He was surprised to hear a female voice on the other line.

"Toei-kun, I'm sorry it took so long for me to call you. To tell you the truth I was still upset from last weekend." Confused, he asked her what she meant and she replied, in a low voice, "You know, last weekend... what happened at my place. I thought long about it and decided that you were right and that I shouldn't be angry with you." Scratching his head, the blonde assured her that he had no idea what she was talking about and asked whom was she calling for. "Toei-kun, don't be silly, it's me, Suzaku. You told me you loved me that night, don't you remember."

"I told you no such thing." It was her turn to sound confused.

"But you made love to me that night, I gave you everything, just like you wanted. You said I was yours, that you owned me."

Toei snorted. "I'm not allowed to keep pets. If you want to be treated like a dog, I suggest you go and find your real owner." His voice was harsh and he flinched as she began to cry.

"T-Toei...? Why are you d-doing this? Why- How can you speak to me this way?!" Her voice was shaking with tears and suddenly that night came flooding back into his memories.

Suzaku? I thought her name was Subari.... Instead of acknowledging his recognition, he continued to play dumb.

"Listen, I don't really know who you are, but if you want we can go hang out sometime, but nothing more. I'm not use to dating girls who are so cheap." The last sound he heard was more of her horrible sobs and the click of the dial tone in his ear after she hung up.

Throwing his phone back onto his bed, Toei flopped down back into the chair he had been previously occupying, resuming his boredom.

[Bbubbii]

It was an innocent game. One that he was going to win.

Toei straddled the hips of the form sleeping on the couch and smirked as strong hands encircled his hips roughly. Oops... Hadn't meant to wake him up...

"What are you doing. Toei?" The drowsy voice grumbled and eyes almost as blue as his opened to glare up at the boy. Toei smiled down into the handsome face of his elder brother.

"Just playing a game." He said, tilting his head to the side mischievously. "You never want to play with me anymore, how come." Toei mock pouted, grinding his hips gently into that of the man below him.

Kou's jaw clenched at the slight action. "Get off of me, Toei."

"Why?" he purred, moving his hips more distinctly now.

Kou's fingers tightened around his brothers hips so much that Toei visibly cringed, halting his movements. "Stop it." His voice was serious and demanding and Toei shuddered at the sound. After a moment he shook his head.

"Uh-uh, don't want to..." Despite the strong grip Kou had on his hips, he was still able to move just enough to cause enough friction against their crotches. Toei moaned softly as he wriggled on top of his brother but was caught off guard when Kou sat up suddenly and attempted to pry him off, but the younger wouldn't budge. "What's the matter, afraid you might like it." he teased and wiggled his hips some more, noticing the way his pajama pants seemed too tight all of a sudden.

Kou seemed torn. His hands were still curled into Toei's flesh but he no longer tried to pull the boy away from him.

"Toei... you're playing with fire." the younger blonde laughed.

"I don't mind..." he whispered into his brothers neck as he started to dry hump the man, licking the exposed flesh.

Kou trembled only slightly. "W-We're brothers..." he stuttered and his fingers loosened, allowing Toei more room to move. He tried to reason with himself. This was wrong; but it felt so deliciously right. The photographer's breath hitched and he found himself focused on his younger brother's movements, afraid, yet terribly tempted to give in.

Teoi pulled away slightly to look into his brother's troubled eyes. He pushed away the strands of hair that covered them and stroked the side of his cheek. "Lovers, brothers, sex is sex, Kou." He placed his lips over that of the older male in a soft kiss, taken by surprise as Kou was the one who deepened it, pushing his hot tongue through his younger brother's pliable lips and dominating his mouth.

This game was definitely dangerous, Toei realized as he was pushed into the cushions of the couch and a wayward hand buried beneath his t-shirt to the pale skin underneath. He could barely grasp the situation, but realized it wasn't a dream when he felt hot, heavy member rest against his thigh. Toei hissed and arched up against his brother, wrapping his arms around his neck and his legs around his waist, he pulled the male closer to him whining from impatience.

"I need you inside of me, xiong di."


TO BE CONTINUED

[Cherry Dynamite]

Keme could remember the thoughts that raced through his mind, not for the first time, before the accident. He had been thinking about how much control he was losing over himself and it was all because of a certain brunette. Maybe it started when he had decided to play along at the arcade, but he hadn't realized just how fucked he was since Demitri had left him that night, after he had so completely torn the walls he had spent most of his life building up, until he started doing things he never thought he'd do. One of those things had been punching Toei hard enough to knock the sadistic blonde onto his ass after a club fight.

Maybe he had caused some of the trouble as well, and he hadn't been thinking clearly about the situation either, something that upon later reflection scared him, but the blonde was his friend, no matter how much of a bastard he was and he had been worried. Toei always opened his mouth, couldn't resist not getting into trouble, and Keme didn't want to be there when it finally bit him in the ass. But the most important thing was that he had never, ever lost his temper the way he did that night and never over something that he realized later might have been a bit petty. The thing that pissed him off the most later was that he was sure Toei didn't understand what it was like to be worried about someone, not even himself. As if Toei had really stood up for him then; knowing the blonde maybe he even knew he'd lose his temper and set himself up to get fucked by him at the end of the night.

And that was an another thing, another situation, that Keme was certain would never have happened if he hadn't texted Demitri and if he hadn't followed through with the older man's request. Keme had slept with his classmate. He could hardly call their meeting sweet and it had been nothing like his few times with the other brunette. No, it had been rough and animalistic, relieving them both of all the anger boiling in their blood and for Keme, it had really been a way for him to vent all of his years of frustration he had with someone who was willing to give him as much pain as he gave. Despite it all, though, the golden brunette felt that Toei had held back some of his nature, but it might have been only because too much of his body was already bruised and cut and didn't leave the blonde much room to do much else.

Naturally, after that, once he got home and took a shower and applied neosporin and wrapped his wounds, he couldn't help but wonder if he'd ever have sex like that with Demitri and his immediate thought was 'No, never, he'd never be into that' and Keme liked that. What happened with Toei was a one time thing, even if Toei decided to say that he still owed him for him giving away the Russian's number. He wouldn't want what he did with Toei from Demitri, either. The better question was, he thought as he applied the ointment to the cuts on his face, what did he want from the man who was eight years his senior?

[Cherry Dynamite]

All of the above had been circling in his head when he had sent Demitri his second text after deciding his biology homework was hopeless. Keme had wanted to talk about it all somehow but it didn't go the way he had wanted. Instead he blurted out a paranoia that had creeped up on him suddenly, as if he only just remembered the man's sexual past after he had been, as he should be, sarcastic and cold. He felt bad for the question, felt bad for calling the man from his work and obviously making him angry, or at least annoyed, but he couldn't take back what happened. Instead Keme had to take a deep breath and brace himself for everything that would come from the situation he put himself in. Keme went for the plunge, figuring he could learn more about the Russian man, and in the end found himself admitting something he could never explain fully to the pale man and after that and decided to toss their conversation to the side, to the back of his mind, for something he hoped would keep the man from walking out and giving him time to think of more questions.

"What would you say if I told you I invited you over just for your company?" That's what he had originally wanted, more than just to ask questions, and yet in the end he abandoned that idea. What had he even been afraid of, anyway? "I'd say that would make you a fucking hypocrite. But who am I to judge, right?"

They had then settled on something that was, as it seemed to be, a second nature to them both though it was for Demitri and not, but was, for him. Keme had been the one to push him onto the couch, to crawl into his lap, and continue where they had started with no intentions of stopping. Though things, of course, hadn't ended that way and Keme had found himself sitting on the couch with Demitri inspecting all the marks Toei had left him, all the rough kisses he had all but forgotten about, with a distinct feeling of dread in his stomach the moment he figured out what had made the older man stop, which had, he'd admit, taken him a moment.

Again the fight came to the front of his mind and Keme babbled on about it then asked something he didn't have a reason to ask, much less feel the light hope he felt as he questioned Demitri. His reply had been an irritated one and it left Keme curious, even now, and that funny feeling that buried itself in his ribs seemed to grow as butterflies bred in his stomach. A part of Keme had been as eager to forget as Demitri so clearly was, yet the curiosity burning in him refused to allow the brunette to lull him into bed with kisses. The conflict in the other's black coffee eyes and face only set Keme more surely in the path that it would be okay to ask one more question.

Keme had thought of the way Demitri had reacted to his inquiry more times than he could count, just like everything else that had transpired in such a short amount of time. Sometimes he thought of asking Toei about what happened, because he knew who Bei was by name. Sometimes he also thought that it should have bothered him more to be sleeping with the ex of his best friend's brother, but it never did. The curiosity that laid there was a simple question, "What happened?" Did he want to know what to expect? Keme wasn't sure, and maybe there were more questions, but he couldn't help but feel the slightest bit biased in the mechanics favor and not only because he was his idol.

"Shit, kid, I can't do this right now. I don't have time for this anymore. You want to make friends, go find Toei and have him hook you up with someone else."

"I don't want other friends." ... "You're still welcomed here, Demitri."

Keme's last words haunted him only because it made him come face to face with something he wanted to deny. He liked Demitri with all his flaws. What he wanted from the older man, he didn't know, because the Native American didn't know what to expect in the future with Demitri. All he knew was that, even if things really were over, that he would never see Demitri again, the damage was done.

I like him.

That had been the thought racing through his head, not for the first time, when the car suddenly swerved towards him and hit him and his baby, knocking the wind and ability to think clearly right out of him, to be forgotten until he was in Demitri's apartment. Keme had meant to call Toei, he really had, but instead he called Demitri, their first phone call and first contact after so long, and he swore it was the pain from the accident that had him near tears, not hearing the other man's voice and knowing he wasn't going to avoid him anymore, at least for a little bit.

I like him.