This is a semi-alternate universe fic, and as such, some people are out of character - particularly Soi and Tomo. I beg the pardon of any Soi and Tomo fans out there - I'm among your number, actually, but I needed bad guys for this fic!

Chapter 1

The two boys seated on the hard wooden chairs before the principal's desk were the picture of juvenile delinquency. Though the chairs were designed to be uncomfortable, they somehow managed to lounge negligently in them. Their school uniforms were disheveled, the shirts untucked and ties undone. One, his black hair dyed a distinctly non-regulation dark blue, had a deep scar on his left cheek which gave him a dangerous look. The other, obviously a gaijin, had flaming red hair down to his waist, tied back in a messy ponytail, jagged bangs falling into his face. A half-smirk revealed oddly elongated canines, giving him the look of a lazy wolf.

Both boys were handsome, in a lanky, dangerous way. They were quite obviously not intimidated by the fierce glare currently being directed their way by the principal, a short, overweight, balding little man in a tweed suit.

"I hope both you boys understand the seriousness of your situation," the principal intoned, his voice harsh and nasal. "Your parents have chosen to accept the option the courts gave them to send you here, rather than to juvenile hall. This school is a reform school, and believe me, we're used to dealing with far worse than you little brats could ever come up with." He sneered at them, his hands steepled before him. "However tough you street punks may think you are, we're tougher. You WILL be taught discipline in this facility."

Both teens contrived to look bored, the redhead even going so far as to deliberately stifle a yawn behind one hand. The principal snorted. "Your little tricks and attitudes will have no effect here, I assure you. Look bored all you like. Just remember. Your parents have given us legal guardianship of you, and that gives us the right to do whatever is necessary to straighten you out. Kizeki!" He raised his voice, and a pretty secretary poked her head in.

"Hai, Kouchou-sensei?" She asked in a breathy voice.

"These boys are new to our establishment. Please see them to their rooms, and make certain they have their class schedule and a list of the standing rules and regulations."

"Hai, Kouchou-sensei!" She bowed and gestured into the hallway. "If you will follow me, please?"

The two boys glanced at one another, some silent communication passing between them. As one, they shrugged and stood, moving to the door. Neither moved to bow to the Kouchou as they left.

To their surprise, they found their way blocked by the pretty secretary. "You must pay your respects, boys," she informed them with a sweet smile.

"Ch'. Why should I? I don't respect him, so why should I give lip service to it?" The redhead remarked, his voice disdainful.

"You will pay your respects," Kizeki insisted, her mouth firming.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever, jo-chan," the boy with a scar on his cheek gave a perfunctory bow in the principal's general direction, then tugged at his friend's sleeve. "Just do it, Genrou. We had a long trip, and I wanna get out of here."

Genrou scowled some more, but with a final glance at his obviously tired friend, he sketched a rough bow. The secretary beamed at them and stepped aside, letting them pass, before sliding the door to the office closed behind her.

"The dorms are this way," she said, heading off to the right. "Classes are held on the other side of the courtyard, and the building across from this one holds the cafeteria, gym and auditorium. This building houses the offices and administrative areas, including the school nurse, if you need her." Her voice was light and perky, and she sounded as if she were giving a tour of some famous tourist attraction, not a reform school with a harsh reputation.

She led them up two flights of stairs, then stopped before a door marked '325b'. "Liao-san, this is your room. You have it to yourself for the moment, as we're not at full capacity right now."

The two boys blinked at her in confusion. "Eh? We're not rooming together?" Genrou blurted out. "What the hell?"

"It's school policy not to allow people who knew each other previously to room together." She smiled at them, but her tone of voice indicated that there would be no arguing on this point. "It encourages you to branch out and make other friends."

The blue-haired boy snorted. "In other words, ya think we're bad influences on each other."

Her smile never wavered. "More or less, yes. Your baggage has already been carried up by some of the other boys." She handed him a key ring and a folder full of paper. "Your class schedule is on top, and the rest of it is standing regulations in the school. Penalties for missing class or breaking one of the regulations are also listed. You're exempt from afternoon classes today, seeing as you just got here, but you'll be expected to be in the cafeteria for dinner by 7:00 tonight."

She began moving off down the hallway, gesturing for Genrou to follow. Both boys moved behind her, and she paused, eyeing them. "You really should settle in now, Liao-san."

He grinned at her. "Just wanna see where my buddy's room is. Then I'll go back and unpack." She seemed to consider for a moment, then shrugged and continued on down the hall.

Genrou snatched the folder from his friend's hand and started leafing through it. "Ne, Kouji, what do ya wanna bet they're gonna try to make me cut my hair? And make you dye yours back?"

"Actually," Kizeki commented, smiling back at them once more, "Your appearance is entirely your decision. We do expect you to be clean and organized, and we ask that you make some effort to be presentable. Certainly, the styles considered 'regulation' in other schools are encouraged, but not mandatory."

The boys both looked happily surprised. "Well, what do ya know?" Kouji shrugged. "Some harsh discipline."

Both teens had a momentary flash of unease, as a distinctly predatory look passed over the secretary's face. "We reserve our discipline efforts for other areas. Kou-san, this is your room." She'd stopped before room '436a'. "Your roommate's name is Li Houjun. Please make an effort to get along."

Genrou protested. "Oi! How come I gotta have a roommate, while HE gets the room to himself?" He jerked his thumb at his best friend. "I ain't good at sharing space with other people. What if I hate him?"

She just smiled. "We'll worry about that if it comes up, Kou-san." She handed him a key ring and folder identical to Kouji's. "Make certain you're not late for dinner. Lights out is at 11:30, no exceptions. Welcome to Kaishin Gakkou." With that, she moved off down the hall, her high heels clicking a fading staccato beat.

Genrou stared at the door in dismay. "Dammit. If I gotta have a roommate, I want you!"

Kouji clapped a hand on his shoulder, and grinned at him. "Buck up, buddy. It could be worse."

"Oh yeah? How?" Genrou snarled, while fitting the key into the lock.

"You could be rooming with your sister Aidou!"

Genrou shuddered and laughed, cautiously pushing the door open. Poking his head in, he sighed as he realized no one was in the room. "Guess he must be at class. Good - I can settle in without some whiny little brat bugging me."

The two boys eyed the room with similar distaste. "Damn small," Kouji finally commented.

Genrou snorted, moving to where his three bags were piled in the middle of the floor. "Easy for you to say - you ain't gotta share!" Glancing around the room, he took in the layout.

Two narrow, cot-like beds were pushed up against opposite walls. Over them were three shelves running the length of the room. On either side of the door were closets with three large drawers, and a full-length mirror on the back of the closet door. Opposite the door were two windows, each with a simple wooden desk beneath it.

One half of the room was clearly occupied. The shelves were full of books, the closet stuffed with clothing, personal effects scattered over the top of the desk. A shiny black laptop sat blinking on the desktop. It gave the impression of being organized to within an inch of its life - a place for everything, and everything in its place. Genrou groaned.

"Great. I got a neat freak. He's gonna HATE me." He eyed the pile of clothes he'd just scattered over his bed and floor, attempting to unpack. It wasn't that he was a messy person - disorganization just seemed to thrive in his presence. Sometimes he swore the clutter bred to fill all available space when he wasn't looking.

Kouji just sniggered, and moved for the door. "I'm gonna get my stuff settled in. Meet me in my room when you're finished?"

Genrou waved him off, frowning at his possessions. "Yeah, whatever. See ya, buddy." Hands on his hips, he eyed the meager three bags all of his belongings had been stuffed into.

"Geez. Ya'd think a seventeen year old boy would have more than three bags worth of stuff," he muttered to himself, digging through one pack. He began shoving his clothing into the drawers, hanging up his few good shirts and slacks. Changing quickly into jeans and a t-shirt, he eyed the uniform from his previous school.

"Ch. Guess I won't need these anymore." He stuffed them back into the bag. "Wonder what kind of uniform they have here, and when I'll get one."

His extensive manga collection, which had taken up nearly a whole suitcase on its own, he arranged on the shelves. He was immensely proud of his collection, and possessed several rare and difficult to find volumes. Squinting, he blushed as he carefully arranged the shounen ai manga so that the covers weren't visible. It hadn't occurred to him that he'd have a roommate other than Kouji, so he hadn't hesitated to pack them. Briefly, he considered putting those books back in the bags with his uniform.

"Nah. They'll get damaged. I'll just have to hope he doesn't recognize the titles, and isn't inclined to go prowling through my stuff." Genrou bared his fangs at the idea. "He'd BETTER not go prowling through my stuff. I'll beat the shit out of him."

"Oh? You and what army?" The voice from the doorway was dark and sardonic, sarcasm resting heavy in its tone.

Genrou whirled, to find an older boy leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed casually over his chest. He wore dark blue jeans, ripped at the knees, and a black turtleneck sweater. His dark hair was longish, hanging into his eyes, which were a warm chocolate colour. His features were sharp and well defined, handsome even, but were marred by a horrible scar sealing his left eye shut. There was a deep frown on his face.

"I suppose you're my new roommate?" Obviously, the idea pleased him about as much as it did Genrou.

"Yeah, that's me. Kou Genrou, at yer service." He swept him an ironic, Western-style bow.

The older boy snorted, and moved forward to plunk down on his bed, slinging his backpack off his shoulder as he did so. "I'm Li Houjun," he replied. "I haven't had a roommate until now, but if you don't bother me, I won't bother you. Deal?" He glanced up from rummaging through his bag to meet Genrou's eyes.

Genrou's breath caught in his throat, his amber eyes widening as he felt caught by that piercing gaze. It felt as if the other boy were looking straight into his soul. At that moment, he had the strangest feeling that he knew the other teen. "Anou.. have we met? I swear I know you from somewhere!" he found himself blurting, then cursed himself for not thinking before he spoke.

Houjun smiled, but there was no humour in his eyes.. "I doubt it. I'm probably at least four years older than you."

"Hey!" Genrou stuck his chest out with pride. "I know I'm kinda little, but I look my age!"

Houjun gave him an appraising glance. "You're, what? Seventeen?" Genrou nodded. "Well, I'm almost twenty-one." He pulled out a thick notebook and a pen, and began flipping through the pages, clearly having dismissed his new roommate.

Genrou shook his head, and began unpacking again. The other boy clearly wanted to be left alone, and he certainly wasn't going to force himself on such a dour jerk. But what was he doing still in high school, if he was twenty-one?

He didn't realize he'd spoken aloud, until he turned to find Houjun glaring at him with his good eye. "What the fuck is your problem?" he blurted out, defensive without understanding why.

The other boy shook his head, and brushed his hair from his face. "I suppose you'll find out sooner or later anyway - better you hear it from me, instead of the rumour mill. I spent three years in prison, then they sent me here when I got out, to finish high school."

"What for?" Genrou cursed himself again. Damn him for always talking before he thought, anyway.

"I killed my best friend and my girlfriend." Leaving Genrou gaping at that casual-sounding pronouncement, he turned his attention back to his notebook.

Genrou slowly returned to sorting his clothes, his mind whirling. :If he only went to prison for three years, he can't have MURDERED them. Not even if he was a minor at the time - they send you away for a LOT longer for that kind of shit. So it must have been an accident or something.: He glanced at his new roomie, to find him biting his lip and tapping his pen on the book in concentration. :Damn, he's kinda cute when he's thinking like that… ah, what the fuck, Genrou? Where'd THAT come from?: Blushing, he forced himself to focus on his task.

:Sure, he's pretty cute. But he's got a 'don't touch me' attitude a mile thick. Besides, think about where you are - this place is FULL of rough guys. You had enough trouble at your last school, with guys tryin' to beat you and Kouji up. Ch. Just 'cause we're closer than brothers, doesn't mean we're sissies.:

He glanced at the one picture he'd brought with him, which he'd already prominently placed on the desk. It had been taken less than a year ago, and was of him and Kouji, his friend hanging around his neck, both of them grinning widely and making 'V' signs at the camera. :Sure, we've done a little - experimenting.: He blushed again, remembering numerous 'sleepovers' over the past two years; the two of them exploring each other shyly, desperately trying to be quiet so as not to be caught by their parents. :And so what if I've never had even a crush on a girl - with my family, ANY boy would hate girls. And maybe I do like shounen ai - so what? It's not like it turns me on or anything - well, okay, maybe just a little..:

He sighed, shaking his head. It was an argument he'd had with himself many times in the past, and he always lost it. :Okay, so I'm - like that. But that doesn't mean I have to advertise it. Especially in a place like this. Fuck, I'd get beat up so fast, my head would be spinning for days. And I'm certainly not going to come on to my roommate! I'm gonna have a hard enough time getting along with him, WITHOUT him hating me for that!:

He surreptitiously glanced over his shoulder again, to find Houjun apparently absorbed in some textbook. He took the opportunity to admire his roomie's incredibly well built, if wiry, body. Houjun obviously took good care of himself, because his muscles were evident even under the heavy sweater. Genrou found himself wondering how the other boy had gotten such a horrible scar.

"In prison." Startled, Genrou brought his gaze to Houjun's good eye, and found that he'd been caught staring. He blushed and stammered, embarrassed.

"Wh-what?"

"I got it in prison," Houjun repeated patiently, as if explaining something to a particularly slow child. He snapped his book closed, and leaned against the wall, drawing one knee up to his chest and resting his arm on it. He gave Genrou a steady look. "Let me give you one very serious piece of advice, kid." Genrou opened his mouth to object to being called a 'kid', but snapped it shut again as Houjun narrowed his eye at him. "And yes, you are a kid, as far as I'm concerned. However tough you may think you are, you haven't been through HALF of what I've seen."

His frowned slightly, his eyes distant, as if he were remembering something. "Whatever you do, DON'T give them an excuse to kick you out of here. Because the next place you go after here is prison. And under NO circumstances, do you want to go there. Whatever you've heard, about how bad it is…" he looked up, and there was a brief flash of incredible pain in his expression. Genrou swallowed hard. "It is much, much worse."

They locked eyes for several moments, and again Genrou felt as if the other boy could somehow see straight into his soul. In the far distance, some kind of bird gave a harsh cry, and he almost thought he could see a trail of red pass between them.

Shaking his head to clear it of the strange images, Genrou bounced to his feet from where he'd been sitting on the bed. "I'm goin' to check on Kouji," he muttered, not even certain why he was telling this taciturn boy where he was going. Houjun said nothing, returning his attention to his textbook as Genrou let the door slam shut behind him.

Finding Kouji's room wasn't difficult, but the halls were much more crowded now. Boys, and a few girls, of varying ages milled about, leaning in doorways and calling across the halls to one another. All of them exhibited varying degrees of toughness, and Genrou's experienced eye told him that they were all people he did not want to mess with. :A whole school full of bullies - just what we needed. We got in enough trouble tying not to get beaten up at our OLD school.:

"Oi, Kouji?" He ducked his head through the open door.

"Oi, Genrou! Didja meet yer roomie? What's he like?" Kouji was perched on the bed, and he gestured for Genrou to join him. His room was neatly unpacked, exhibiting neither the sloppiness of Genrou's efforts nor the near-obsessive organization of Houjun's side of the room. True to Kizeki's word, there was no sign of a roommate.

"He's not so bad," Genrou waved dismissively. "Kinda rough looking, not very friendly, but not mean, either. I think we'll just end up ignoring each other, for the most part. Except…" he trailed off, remembering.

"Except what, Gen-chan?" Kouji asked.

"Well, I had the WEIRDEST feeling that I knew him from somewhere! But he's, like, 21, so I don't think I'd have met him before."

"21? What the fuck is he doing still in high school?"

Genrou shrugged. "He said he was in prison for three years, for killing his friend and girlfriend. Pretty fucked up."

Kouji's eyes were wide. "Shit, Genrou, that's serious stuff, man! They roomed you with a murderer?"

Genrou snorted, and whapped Kouji on the head. "Think, baka. If he'd out and out murdered them, he woulda been in prison a hell of a lot longer than just three years."

"Ooh, you got Li Houjun as a roommate, didn't you?" A sympathetic sounding voice said from the doorway. Both boys looked up, to see a boy about 15, peering through the door. "Sorry for interrupting, but I came to introduce myself, and overheard you. Are you really rooming with Li-san?"

Genrou nodded. "Yeah. Why?"

The boy blinked wide, innocent looking eyes at them. "Well, there're all sorts of rumours about him. About how he murdered his friend and his girlfriend in a fit of rage, 'cause they ran off together."

Genrou shook his head. "I just got through tellin' Kouji, he couldn't have MURDERED them…"

The boy cut him off. "Oh, they never PROVED it, you see. The bodies were never found - they say he shoved them into the river. It was flooded that year, and the bodies would have been carried out to sea, never to be seen again." He shivered, and there was a look of illicit excitement on his face. "You'd better hope you don't get him mad at you!"

"If they never found the bodies, what did he go to prison for?" Kouji asked reasonably. He gestured at the spare bed, and the boy took a seat facing them.

"Someone, another classmate, saw Li-san attacking his friend Hikou with a knife. Some people say that's where he got the scar, that his friend gave it to him in self-defense. Other people say he did it to himself, because he was sorry for what he'd done."

"He said he got it in prison," Genrou interjected. The boy's eyes widened further.

"He TALKED to you? REALLY?" he seemed amazed. "He never talks to ANYbody! Oh!" he flushed. "I'm being rude. My name is Chang Min. Pleased to meet you."

"If ya don't mind me askin', what's a kid like you doing in a rough place like this?" Kouji asked.

Min's eyes filled with tears. "I was framed. My parents wanted to get rid of me, because I'm the youngest of ten, and they couldn't afford to feed me anymore. So they set up…"

"Don't listen to him," A new voice interrupted. A girl, 18 or 19, dressed in camouflage and army gear, grinned at the three of them. "And don't let him fool you. Min's the best con artist this school has, and he'll bilk you of every cent you own, if you let him. Right, Min?"

The boy contrived to look innocent, but couldn't hide a grin. "Naisu-'nee-chan, you'll give them a bad impression of me!"

She laughed. "Oh, don't get me wrong, he's a sweetie when he wants to be. But he's here because he deserves to be here." She moved in and ruffled his hair affectionately, then stuck her hand out. "I'm Yamashita Naisu. I'm the hall monitor for this floor, so you'll be seeing a fair bit of me. If you have any problems, talk to me before you talk to any of the staff, and I'll see if I can fix it for ya."

Kouji shook her hand, and gestured at Genrou, who'd turned his face away. "I'm Liao Kouji, and that ass there is my best friend, Kou Genrou. Don't mind him, he hates women. Nothing personal… if you had his family, you'd hate women too!"

She grinned at him. "Tough mom?"

"AND four older sisters who beat up on him constantly," Kouji agreed, while Genrou snorted. "Hell, *I* practically hate women, and I only spent a little time at his house!"

"Naisu hardly counts as a woman," Another boy drawled from the doorway. She mock-punched him, which he returned in kind. "Nakamura Kenji. I live across the hall, with Min."

"Have you both looked over the regs?" Naisu inquired. Both boys shook their heads. "Well, you'll want to give them a thorough going over, but I can break it down for you for now. There're no uniforms, as you've probably noticed by now. You can wear whatever you want, as long as it's clean and not TOO revealing."

"Although some, like our lovely Haku Kaen, make an art form of pushing that line." Kenji commented, his voice sarcastic.

Naisu threw him a 'look', but otherwise ignored him. "Anyway, you can't leave the school grounds, except with special permission, which is DAMNED hard to get. Most of us, quite frankly, don't bother trying." She grinned at them. "DON'T miss curfew, whatever you do. There's a roll call just before lights out, and if you're not in your room, you're in TROUBLE. If you need to see the nurse, talk to your hall monitor first, if you can. That's me for you, Kouji, and Genrou, your hall monitor is Ueda Mamoru. DON'T bug the staff. By staff, I mean teachers, secretaries, whatever. Don't miss meals, and don't miss classes. Don't get caught sleeping in class, whatever you do!"

Min shifted uncomfortably. "Hai. I did that - ONCE. Trust me, I'll never do it again!"

Naisu shrugged. "Punishment - well, this isn't a normal school. It's not even a normal reform school. Your parents signed a piece of paper that says they can do whatever they want to you, short of killing you, just about. Even those of us over 18 have to deal with that, by special court order. The police turn their eyes from this place - after all, they're preventing criminals from forming, right?" She smirked.

"Not all the rules are in that little folder. There are rules set up by the students, too. You'll learn them as you go, mostly. Just keep in mind that you're the newest kids here, and treat EVERYONE like your sempai for the first little while, no matter how much younger than you they are, and you'll do fine. Later, we'll see how you measure up, and then you can take your place in our little 'society'."

Kouji and Genrou exchanged glances. Neither was used to taking orders from others - but, as they'd both been reminded, this was a school full of people who weren't used to taking orders. Until they'd established their place in the pecking order, it would probably be best to stay out of trouble as much as possible.

Naisu grinned at them. "Good, I see you both understand. One last thing. If you see Haku Kaen or Ryo Chuin - you'll know them by the way other students treat them - don't do anything to attract their attention." Her face was suddenly grim. "The staff here are cruel and, to be honest, take pleasure in 'teaching us a lesson'. But Kaen and Chuin are worse." She smiled again, as if to reassure them. "But stay out of their way and you should be fine."

Kenji gave them both an appraising look. "Although, that may be difficult for the two of you."

Genrou blinked. "How come? I mean, yeah, I've got a big mouth, but I know when to keep it shut."

"Usually," Kouji muttered, earning him another smack on the head.

Min exchanged a glance with his roommate. "He means, because you're both so attractive. Kaen and Chuin - like to play."

Genrou growled and brandished his fist. "Just let 'em try it. They won't be the first, and they won't be the last."

Kenji shook his head. "I wouldn't recommend it. If they take an interest in you, the best thing you can do is grit your teeth and bear it. They'll get bored eventually. But if you fight back…" He shrugged. "Well, that makes you more entertaining." Turning, he waved at them over his shoulder. "Anyway, I've got calculus to work on. Min, if you're smart, you'll finish that extra assignment Toshido-sensei gave you before dinner!"

"OH!" Min bounced to his feet. "I'd forgotten about that. Please excuse me, Kouji, Genrou."

"Nice ta meet you, kid," Kouji waved at him.

Naisu grinned again. "I'll be around if you need me, just shout!" She wandered out, letting the door swing shut behind her.

"Man! Well, at least all of the people here aren't creeps," Kouji exclaimed, throwing himself backwards on the bed. He landed with his head pillowed in Genrou's lap, and grinned up at his friend. "Sucks that we aren't roomies, though. With no parents around, we coulda had fun all night long, ne?"

"Baka." Genrou cuffed him lightly. "Our parents may not be around to hear us, but there's a whole school full of potential fag-haters out there!" He grinned, baring his fangs, then became serious. "Honestly, Kouji, we'd better keep it quiet. From the sounds of it, there're some rough kids out there, and we don't wanna cause more trouble than we can handle. Remember how the kids at our last school treated us - and we never really even gave them anything to gossip about."

Kouji made a face at him. "Yeah, yeah, don't worry Genrou. I'm not gonna blow yer cover."

Genrou glared at him, but his eyes shone with humour. "Blow MY cover? WHO started this whole thing two years ago? As I recall, you kissed me first!"

Kouji laughed. "So what if I did? You were asking for it, lying there with that sulky, sexy, fanged pout on your face."

"You'd just beat the shit out of me with a pillow!" Genrou protested, chuckling. "Then you pinned me, and were teasing me about my fangs. The LAST thing I expected you to do was lean down and kiss me!"

Kouji snorted. "Believe me, it was the last thing I expected me to do, either. I still dunno where that came from." Both boys grinned at each other, remembering the horribly awkward moments after their first kiss. They'd stared at one another in shock, unable to believe what they'd just done. "But you were the one who leaned up and kissed me the second time."

"Yeah, well…" Genrou sounded defensive. "It felt good. I wanted to do it again. And I didn't hear you objecting!"

Kouji reached up and tangled his fingers in Genrou's long, red hair. Curling his index finger around the elastic holding it back, he tugged sharply, snapping the band. Genrou growled at him as the long, fine strands cascaded around his face. "Will ya stop DOING that? I've got a limited supply of the damn things, and I don't know where I can get more now. And ya know I hate having my hair in my face."

"Then why do you keep it so long?" Kouji asked, teasing. "It makes you look like a…"

"DON'T SAY IT!" Genrou howled, slapping his hand over his friend's mouth. "It does NOT make me look like a girl! And I keep it long 'cause it bugs my mom, you know that. Besides, I like the way it looks."

"So do I, buddy." Kouji's voice was muffled by Genrou's hand, and his lips caressed his palm with the words. Genrou shivered, then shuddered as Kouji's tongue swept out to taste. "That's why I keep breaking your elastic - it looks damn sexy down."

"Mmmm. Izzat door locked?" Genrou murmured, his free hand teasing along Kouji's neck.

"Locks when you shut it," Kouji replied, eyes shining with lust. "Now shut up and kiss me, ya bastard. Let's christen my new room, eh?"

Genrou removed his hand and leaned down, more than happy to oblige.
 
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