Genrou knocked on the door pointed out to him as Ueda Mamoru's after study hall was over. Math had actually been a fun class, with a Sensei who had a passion for his subject, and a talent for passing that passion on to his students, at least in part. Arts had turned out to be a choice between music, drama, and art, and, after much deliberation, he'd chosen drama. He'd never been involved in anything remotely 'artsy' before, but he found he was already enjoying the chance to express himself in drama. The teacher - not a sensei, as the woman was a gaijin and insisted on being referred to as a teacher - was a seemingly flighty woman, who actually had a very sharp eye for spotting troublemaking students. She had, oddly enough, hit it off with Genrou right away.

Mamoru opened the door with a sympathetic smile. "Ah, Kou-san. Right on time. Missed breakfast 'cause you locked yourself out, huh?" Genrou nodded, and the older boy sighed. "Well, I can't let you off easy, 'cause they already let you off easy by sending you to me. So…" He leaned in a grabbed a toothbrush, still in it's original packaging. "You get to clean the boys washroom. The soap and detergent and stuff is in a closet in the room, I'll unlock it for you."

Genrou stared at the toothbrush. "You've got to be kidding me. With THIS?"

"'Fraid so. I suggest you get to work, 'cause you've gotta be finished by lights out. Oh, and whatever you do, DON'T miss dinner!"

Genrou sighed and followed him into the washroom, as Mamoru unlocked a small cupboard. "Yeah, I got that lesson down pat, thanks." Mamoru left him with the supplies, after posting a sign on the door which read "Being cleaned - please use the facilities on another floor"

He stared first at the toothbrush, then at the buckets and soap. Heaving another sigh, he pushed his sleeves up to his shoulders. "Guess I might as well get started. Good thing I'm not wearing anything I'm attached to!"
 
 

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Seven hours later, Genrou shoved his sweaty bangs out of his face with a sigh of satisfaction. The washroom was sparkling; he'd gone over absolutely every inch with toothbrush and soapy water. All that was left was to rinse the floor of the shower area.

After bolting his dinner, he'd returned to work as quickly as possible. The others had been sympathetic and didn't interrupt him by making him talk, and they'd wished him luck as he trotted out of the cafeteria again.

His haste in leaving hadn't been entirely due to a desire to be finished this awful task, Genrou had to admit to himself, standing up and wincing at the noise his knees made. Kaen and Chuin had been on move, in the direction of their table, and he just hadn't felt like dealing with the overbearing upperclassmen. He'd likely have lost his temper and said something that would only get him in trouble later.

He had the tap on full to fill the rinse bucket, and so didn't hear the footsteps of someone entering until a heavy hand descended on his shoulder. Spinning around, he spilled the water all over the floor.

Three beefy guys stood before him, cracking their knuckles ostentatiously. One had a hand on his shoulder. Behind them, stood Kaen and Chuin, grinning nastily at him. He glanced around - as he'd suspected, the door was closed, and there was no one else in sight. He doubted anyone would interfere, either, given how feared these two seemed to be. He was on his own.

"So, little worm," Chuin began, her oddly tenor voice sounding breathy with excitement. "Have you learned your manners yet? Or are we going to have to teach you a lesson?"

Genrou narrowed his eyes, considering. He'd been warned repeatedly not to mess with these two. But Houjun seemed to get away with badmouthing them, simply because he refused to be intimidated. Genrou decided to follow his roommate's lead. Deliberately, he brushed the one guy's hand from his shoulder, then turned his back on them, starting to refill the water bucket.

He heard someone - Kaen, he thought - hiss behind him. "Little worm thinks he can ignore us, does he? Teach him a lesson, boys."

Genrou tensed as he felt the three brutes moving behind him. Apparently, just ignoring them wasn't going to work. As the first of the brutes reached him, he swung around, using the heavy weight of the half-filled bucket as a weapon.

He sent the first goon smashing into one of his buddies, and released the bucket. The momentum of the swing carried them both crashing into the far wall. The third goon snarled and took a swing at him.

Genrou ducked the punch easily, and countered with a sweeping roundhouse that caught the goon square in the solar plexus. The hulking brute gagged once, then fell to his knees, clutching at his chest and gaping for air like a fish out of water.

The first two had recovered by this point, and charged him simultaneously. So identical they might have been twins, they even punched together, making it easy for him to dodge the blows. With a quick three punch combination, they were measuring their length on the floor beside their buddy. Contemptuously, Genrou turned to the two women.

"Yer gonna hafta do better than that," he muttered, kicking absently at one of the goons who was trying to rise. The boy gave an 'oof' sound and collapsed again.

Kaen looked furious, but it was Chuin's expression that chilled Genrou to the bone. The woman looked - hungry, was the only word for it. Her eyes were wide and sparkling, her lips slightly parted, and her chest rose and fell with her excited breathing. She looked like she was ready to jump him and screw him right there on the floor. Genrou took an unconcious step back.

Kaen sneered at her fallen lackeys and grabbed her friend's shoulder. "Don't think this is over yet, little worm. Come on, Chuin. Obviously, we need to find better brutes."

Chuin resisted momentarily, still staring at Genrou with that lustful look in her eyes. Then she acquiesced to Kaen's tugging and followed her friend quietly out of the bathroom. Just before the door swung shut behind them, she glanced over her shoulder and murmured. "Kaen's right. It's not over yet - you WILL be mine."

Genrou stood, shivering, for several moments after they had gone. He felt distinctly nauseous, and thought he just might be sick to his stomach. No one had ever looked at him in such a predatory way, as if he were something to be owned and USED. He was beginning to get an inkling of why Kenji had told him not to fight back.

Finally, he made his way back to his room, stumbling slightly as he went. Momentarily forgetting that the doors automatically locked, he twisted futilely at the knob for a moment, half leaning against the door for support.

The door abruptly opened, spilling his weight into the room - and into the warm, solid chest of his roommate. Startled, he looked up, to see dark brown eyes with a shadowed hint of concern in them.

"Got beat up?" Houjun asked softly, drawing the stunned boy into the room and shutting the door behind him. His good eye gave the younger teen a quick going over.

Genrou shook his head, some of the colour returning to his face now that he was 'safe' in his room. "Naw. Take more than three useless goons to take me down." He shivered, remembering again the look in Chuin's eyes.

"Then what? You look like you've just seen your own grave."

Genrou sank down onto his bed, pulling one knee up to his chest and wrapping his arms around it for comfort. "It's nothing, man. Nothing I can't handle."

"You had a run in with Kaen and Chuin," Houjun guessed shrewdly, leaning back against the door. He crossed his arms, pulling his t-shirt tight against his shoulders and biceps - a fact which Genrou, even in his distraught state, took unconscious note of.

"Good guess," Genrou gave him a weak fanged grin. "Yeah. No big deal, though. They didn't even touch me."

Houjun sighed, perching on the edge of his bed, facing the other boy. "You beat up their goons, didn't you. Didn't anybody warn you to let them just do what they wanted?"

Some of Genrou's normal fiery spirit returned. "YOU don't let them push you around. Why should I just turn belly up and let them have their way with me?"

Houjun looked unaccountably sad. "I get away with it because they're afraid of me. You're just another newbie - and now you've got their attention. They don't appreciate being made to look silly - which you undoubtedly just did." Rising to his feet, he began to pace restlessly. "And it's not going to help that you're my roommate. They may try to get at me through you, if they think I care at all about what happens to you."

"Do you?" Genrou blurted, then bit his tongue and cursed silently.

Houjun turned a startled look on him. "I…" He paused, thoughtfully, then continued slowly, looking away. "I guess I do. I didn't think I would - but you're not such a bad kid. I don't want to be responsible for causing you trouble."

There was an infinitely sad look in his eye, and Genrou shifted uncomfortably. Once again, he was possessed with a driving urge to comfort and protect the older boy.

Squashing it harshly, he replied flippantly. "Man, they can't throw anything at me that I can't handle. I'll just keep beating up their goons, and eventually, they'll get tired of looking silly and leave me alone."

Snorting, Houjun turned to face out the window. "It's not that simple. Once they realize their brutes can't take you - and I have little doubt that you can handle their lackeys - they'll turn to other methods. Nasty ones. They aren't above cheating and sneaking to get what they want."

Genrou shrugged easily, though the image of Chuin's lustful gaze still haunted him. "Let 'em try."

Houjun shook his head. "May Suzaku take pity on you," he murmured, and turned to sit in front of his laptop.

Genrou stared at him. "What did you say?" He blurted. The words - particularly that name - rang through his head with the strength of a gong. Though he was fairly certain he'd never heard of a god named Suzaku, the name struck a chord all through his body. He could practically feel himself vibrating with it.

Houjun gave him an odd look. "I said, 'May the gods take pity on you," he replied.

Genrou shook his head. "Nuh-uh. You said, 'Suzaku'. Who's Suzaku?"

A strange look passed over Houjun's face - much the same as Genrou imagined his face had looked moments before. "I… I don't know. I think it's the name of one of four gods from an old Chinese legend." He shrugged uneasily. "But I don't know what possessed me to use it. I don't believe in any gods, much less forgotten ones."

Both boys stared at each other, as the harsh cry of a strange bird sounded in the distance.
 
 

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"I'm tellin' ya, man, it really creeped me out!" Genrou exclaimed to Kouji at lunch the next day. "It was like - I knew exactly what he was feeling, and he knew exactly what I was. Really fucked up."

Kouji shrugged, taking a massive bite out of his hamburger. He chewed and swallowed, then commented, "You're always having déjà vu, Gen-chan. 'S why your sister keeps insisting you must have lived a past life, remember?"

Genrou growled. "Yeah, yeah, I remember. Don't remind me. I don't believe in that reincarnation crap."

Kouji grinned. "Well, it IS an explanation for why every time you turn around, you find something else familiar."

Genrou bit into his own dinner, but unlike the more mannered Kouji, didn't wait to swallow before continuing. "Yeah, well… it's never been this strong before. And as if that weren't bad enough, now I keep having these weird dreams of a red peacock, and a little, blue haired chibi with fox eyes!"

Kouji blinked at him. "Chibi? You mean, one of those super-cute things from your shoujo manga?" Genrou nodded. "And a red peacock? Man, Gen-chan, you are really fucked up, you know that?" He easily ducked the punch Genrou threw his way.

Min was watching all this with wide eyes. "You read shoujo manga, Genrou?" he asked, giggling quietly. Genrou turned bright red.

"Yeah, well, I collect them, ya know? I got nearly a thousand manga, from all kinds of different genres." He shifted uncomfortably on the bench.

"Got any shounen ai?" Kenji teased as he sat down and joined the conversation. Genrou jumped and tried not to look guilty.

Kouji came to his 'rescue'. "Hell, of course he does. Do you know how much some of those things are WORTH? Genrou would be fucking rich if he sold them all, and he got them back when they were still in print, and therefore cheap."

Min giggled again. "I never pictured you as the shonen ai type, Genrou. Although, they do say it's the most masculine ones that have those tendencies…"

Genrou continued to splutter and stammer, while the others laughed at him. But when it became apparent that they were just teasing him good-naturedly, he dared to respond.

"Yeah, so what if I do? Kouji's right, some of that stuff is worth a lot. Besides, it was fun watching my ma's face when she found it the first time." He and Kouji shared a grin at the memory.

As they continued to banter and tease one another, Genrou started to relax and enjoy himself. He'd never had a close friend other than Kouji before, but he found easy-going Kenji and mischievous Min to be utterly likable.

He glanced up and saw Houjun standing with his tray not far away, obviously looking for a place to sit. Without thinking, he called out, "Ne, Houjun! We got space."

That earned him a startled glance from his roommate, and wary looks from his two tablemates. With a glance towards Kenji and Min, almost as if he were asking permission, Houjun made his way through the crowd to their table and sat next to Genrou.

"Thanks," he murmured quietly, and started eating his pasta and salad. There was an uneasy silence for a moment, then Kouji asked Kenji a question about the science class they apparently shared, and conversation began again. Houjun remained quiet, mostly just listening, though he would occasionally make an insightful comment or answer a question Kenji didn't know the answer to.

Though Genrou often gave off the appearance of being not the brightest bunny in the world, he was actually quite observant, and very intelligent. Houjun was proving himself to be very knowledgeable about many subjects, and his quiet comments were always to the point and right on target. He watched as Kenji and Min slowly relaxed - and watched as Houjun relaxed equally as much. :He's… he's afraid to make friends,: Genrou realized. :He's afraid people will reject him, so he creates this aloof attitude to protect himself. But, really, he's just as lonely as anyone else.:

Flashing a fanged grin at the table in general, he resolved to do his best to draw his taciturn roommie out of his self-imposed shell.
 
 

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By the time midterms had rolled around, Genrou and Kouji had both settled in quite nicely. They'd learned which kids had bad attitudes and should be avoided, and which kids were open to making new friends, though they remained closest to Min, Kenji, and Naisu. By some miracle, Genrou had managed to avoid oversleeping again (by means of Houjun shaking him roughly awake every morning at 7:00) AND he hadn't had any further run ins with Kaen and Chuin. Smugly, he decided that his tactic of proving that they didn't intimidate him had worked after all.

The Sensei seemed to believe that the best way to teach a delinquent teen discipline, was to load them down with an impossible amount of work. Even weekends found most students studying hard, doing assignments, and researching projects. Though there was generally enough time to goof off with their friends every once in awhile, Genrou and Kouji hadn't had more than five minutes alone since the first day of class, and it was beginning to show.

In one of those rare moments, just before Genrou had to leave Kouji's room for the evening roll call, Kouji pinned the other teen up against the door and kissed him fiercely.

Both boys were panting hard when the kiss broke, and Genrou wrapped his arms around his friend's torso. "Damn, it's too hard to get away in this place! At least at home, we had our weekly 'sleepovers'!"

"You're feeling it too, huh? Kouji grinned sympathetically, and rubbed his groin against Genrou's. The friction between their erections was almost painful, and they both moaned.

"If you… mmmm, don't stop… if you keep that up… ahhh! I'll never make it back for… ooh… roll call," Genrou muttered, nipping sharply at Kouji's ear with his fangs.

Kouji grunted something incomprehensible in reply, and thrust against Genrou again. The red-head rocked back into the motion, setting up a rhythm that drove them both crazy, even through their jeans. Their hands wandered over one another's bodies, and lips met in a passionate kiss.

Genrou broke away with a desperate look at the clock. "I gotta go, buddy! I'll be in shit if I miss roll call."

Kouji made a frustrated noise, but made no move to release his friend. "Dammit, I don't want you to go! I need you, Gen-chan!"

Genrou gave him a fanged grin. "Ah, you just need a warm body. Yer nothing but a bunch of hormones, ya know that?" He ducked Kouji's wild punch - and ducked out from beneath his arms as well, to press up against him from behind.

Now he was the one pinning his friend to the door, his erection planted firmly in the soft part of Kouji's ass. "Meet me in the showers tomorrow morning," he murmured, while Kouji moaned at the pressure. "The alarms go off at 5:30, but nobody else will be up that early."

"You'll never wake up that early," Kouji commented, but he reluctantly opened the door to let Genrou out of the room.

Genrou tossed him a wink. "I'll find a way. On your floor, 5:30. Don't miss it!"

"Not for the world, buddy. Not for the world." Kouji gave him one last heated glance before he closed the door.

Genrou thanked his lucky stars that the hallways were mostly empty as he made his way back to his room. His tight jeans did little to conceal his raging erection, and he could only hope Houjun would be distracted as usual when he got back to the room.

No such luck. The older boy was indeed absorbed in yet another thick textbook, but he glanced up as his roommate came through the door. An amused glint was evident in his good eye, though nothing showed on his face, as he took in the younger boy's condition. Thankfully, he said nothing, only tossing him a wry grin before going back to his book.

Genrou debated running to the bathroom to change, and decided he didn't have enough time. Anyway, Houjun wasn't shy about changing in front of his roommate, so why should he be?

:'Cause you've got a raging hard on, and the thought of Houjun changing in front of you isn't helping any!: He answered his own question, blushing as a vivid image of Houjun, naked except for a towel, bending over to dig through one of his drawers, came to mind.

The call for lineup saved him from having to expose himself to his roommie. He lined up still fully dressed, answered to his name, muttered "Oyasumi nasai" with the rest of the hall, then waited till the lights were off before hastily changing and climbing into bed.

Houjun chuckled softly as Genrou settled in. "What're you laughin' at?" Genrou demanded, keeping his voice low.

"At you, what else?" the older boy replied. Genrou gave him a hard glare, which was lost in the darkness of the room. "It's nothing to be ashamed of, you know. Happens to the best of us."

"I'm glad you're so amused by all this," Genrou muttered, 'humph'ing and turning on his side when Houjun laughed outright. Sleep was long in coming, as his body eagerly anticipated the morning's activities.
 
 

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Genrou awoke in much the same condition he'd gone to sleep in, his body tight and aching with desire. But it hadn't been Kouji's grinning face plastered all over his erotic dreams. It had been Houjun's beautiful, scarred visage that he saw, twisted in ecstasy as Genrou pumped into him, bringing them both to completion.

Genrou felt his body tighten further at the image and bit his fist to try to stifle a moan. He'd been dreaming about Houjun nearly every night since he'd first gotten to the school - interspersed with those strange dreams about the bird and the chibi. He realized now, with a start, that in his erotic dreams, Houjun looked very different then he did in real life. The face and the scar were the same - but his hair was that same light blue, gravity defying style that the chibi wore.

:What the fuck - I'm having wet dreams about CHIBIES now?: Genrou quietly swung his feet off the bed and checked the alarm clock.

5:30 exactly. He grinned, exposing his fangs. When he wanted to, he could tell his body to wake up at any time, and he would. He supposed he should probably use the ability to wake up on time for class, but to tell the truth, he enjoyed having Houjun shake him awake. It was a chance to be near the older boy, without him suspecting Genrou's real interest.

:Man, you have got it SO bad, Gen-chan: he chuckled to himself as he crept across the room towards the door. Checking to make certain Houjun was still sleeping, Genrou stood, stunned for a moment by the vision before him.

Houjun was apparently a restless sleeper, as the covers were twisted around his body. He'd thrown them away from him, exposing his upper chest and stomach. Pale moonlight drifted through the window, highlighting the sharp planes and valleys of his muscled body. There was an odd expression on his face, and he was panting softly, caught in the throes of some dream.

Genrou's mouth went momentarily dry, as his eyes feasted on that gorgeous expanse of chest. He felt irresistibly drawn to the older boy, like a moth to a flame. He had to fight the urge to go over and plant his own lips on that incredible mouth. Houjun moaned softly and murmured a name, and Genrou blushed as he abruptly realized just what kind of dream the other boy was having.

Face flaming and body raging, he slipped quickly out the door and made his way down the hallway to the stairs. He tried VERY hard not to think about the incredibly erotic picture Houjun had made, sprawled out over his bed in wonton abandonment, calling the name of his dream lover.

"I wonder who 'Tasuki' is, anyway," Genrou murmured aloud as he made his way to the third floor bathroom. "Never met anybody here with that name." He pushed open the door and looked around cautiously. Seeing no one, he stepped inside.

And was promptly jumped by the figure who'd been hiding behind the door. For a moment, he struggled wildly, thinking it some kind of attack. Then he caught a glimpse of Kouji's dark blue hair, and relaxed, snuggling back into the embrace of his friend.

"Well, what do you know, you made it after all!" Kouji exclaimed, nibbling on Genrou's ear. Genrou elbowed him lightly, then turned in his embrace to take his lips in a passionate kiss.

"Well? What are we waiting for?" He asked, lust shining in his amber eyes. Taking Kouji by the hand, he tugged him in the direction of the showers.

While the water warmed, the two boys made a production of stripping one another, taking their time and enjoying every inch of flesh revealed. By the time the water was heated, both boys were fully erect, impatient to get on to the good stuff, yet wanting to take the time to enjoy this rare opportunity to be together. They grinned as they stepped into the warm spray.

Water slick bodies slid together as they washed each other in a ritual developed over two years of trial and error. They knew exactly where to touch, where to rub, and where to stroke to cause the other a maximum amount of pleasure. Genrou bit at Kouji's collarbone in a moment of passion, then licked at the small beads of blood in silent apology. Kouji nearly tore the showerhead off its fixture, clutching at it like a lifeline as Genrou swallowed him whole and brought him to orgasm with the expertise of long practice. Genrou shivered when the cold tile wall met his back as Kouji returned the favour, feeling the heat pulse through his body with a familiar beat.

For once, they didn't have to worry about the water running cold on them in the middle of their playing, and they took their time, enjoying themselves - and each other - thoroughly. Light, teasing touches in just the right places soon had them ready for another go. Teenage bodies, denied release for over a month, demanded satisfaction.

Kouji proved, once again, that he was the more organized of the two, as he fished a small tube from his discarded pajama's pocket. Genrou grinned at him. "Fight ya for it," He murmured, and promptly tackled Kouji.

The two boys squirmed and wrestled for control of the tube, gasping and panting as their heated bodies were rubbed together by the action. It was a familiar game; though neither particularly minded being uke, both possessed inherently seme tendencies, and preferred being in control.

Kouji won the short battle by means of wrapping his fist around Genrou's erection and pumping, causing the other boy to gasp and go limp for a moment. He snatched the tube out of Genrou's reach triumphantly, laughing at his friend's pout.

"You cheated," Genrou muttered, giving in gracelessly.

"'Course I did," Kouji replied, twisting the cap off with a practiced flip of his wrist. "Wouldn't be any fun, otherwise. Now turn around."

Genrou obeyed, crossing his arms on the wall and leaning his forehead against them, welcoming the feel of the cool tiles against his heated cheeks. He gasped as Kouji inserted a well-lubricated finger deep inside him, sliding in easily. Two more fingers were added, stretching him in preparation, and he moaned and thrust back against that incredible pressure.

Then Kouji was pressed up against him from shoulder to knee, his erection hot and hard at Genrou's entrance. "You ready, buddy?" came the soft murmur, and Genrou nodded, helpless before the incredible pleasure his best friend created in him.

Kouji slid in slowly, filling Genrou and making it feel as if he'd been empty, incomplete before. He cried out softly at the incredible sensation, and Kouji chuckled in his ear. "I don't know why you always fight me so hard for control, Gen-chan." The blue-haired boy commented. "You always seem to enjoy it so much when I take you." He thrust gently, and Genrou cried out again, biting his lip. "Yer so damn sensitive!"

"Only you, buddy," Genrou rasped, his throat tight with emotion. "Only you can do this to me." Kouji thrust again, brushing against the place deep within Genrou's body that always set of sparks and fireworks. The other boy began to thrust in earnest, driving into his friend's body with forceful strokes.

A keening whine escaped Genrou as he fought to keep from yelling. He was not a naturally quiet person during sex, and it was always a battle to keep from screaming his pleasure and alerting their parents - or the whole damn school, in this case - as to just what the two boys did with and to each other in their spare time.

Kouji grunted and caught his breath, his body tensing against Genrou's. "Gen-chan…" his voice was strained as he fought to keep control. "I can't hold out much longer…" He brought one hand down from where he was braced against the wall to wrap tightly around Genrou's erection.

Genrou howled softly as those magic fingers combined with the deep thrusts to send him flying over the edge, spurting his seed all over his friend's hand and the shower wall. His inner muscles clamped down on release, sending Kouji to completion with a soft cry.

Caught up in the whirlwind of sensation, Genrou felt like he was being swept along on a powerful tide of emotion. "CHICHIRI!" he nearly screamed, before going limp against the wall, exhausted.

Kouji panted behind him, his weight resting fully on Genrou, equally tired. Both boys moaned as he pulled out, turning Genrou to face him as he reached out and shut off the shower. Saved from drowning, the two boys collapsed helplessly to the floor, holding one another tight.

"Ya did it again," Kouji commented quietly, his head tucked against Genrou's chest.

"Hmmm?" Genrou cracked open a sleepy eye.

"Ya called out that name again. Who the hell is Chichiri, anyway?"

Genrou made a frustrated noise and raked his hand through his hair. "I don't know! I don't even know anybody with that name. And I have NO idea why I keep calling it out!" Unbidden, a sudden image of Houjun as he had appeared in his dreams flashed through his mind. He started.

"What?" Kouji raised his head to look him in the eye. "What did you just think of?"

Genrou blinked, then blushed. "I - nothing. It's nothing."

Kouji snorted, heaving himself off the floor and padding over to grab the towels. Tossing one to Genrou, he grinned as he rubbed at his short blue hair. "It wasn't nothing, or you wouldn't have jumped like that. Did you figure out who it is?"

"Well, I…" He blushed some more. He'd never hesitated to confess his fantasies to his friend before, nor did Kouji refrain from telling Genrou his. They'd long ago concluded that although they loved one another dearly, they weren't IN love with each other, and so would likely break up eventually. "I've… been dreaming about Houjun, lately," he muttered, somehow reluctant to tell his friend. It just… FELT different, this time.

"Houjun?" Kouji blinked in surprise. "How long has that been going on? I mean, I guess he's cute and all, but that attitude…" He shrugged. "And the scar is pretty freaky, ya gotta admit."

"There's nothing wrong with his face," Genrou blurted out defensively, then looked as surprised as Kouji at what he'd said. "I mean… well, hell, I don't know what I mean, exactly. But… I don't mind his scar, so much." He grinned at his best friend, and thumbed the long line of rough tissue running down Kouji's own cheek. "Besides, you're hardly one to talk about scars."

Kouji snorted. "Huh. MINE happens to be a badge of honour, thank you very much!" He dropped the now wet towel, and started stepping back into his clothes. "But what does that have to do with this 'Chichiri'?"

Genrou shrugged, squeezing the water out of his ponytail and climbing back into his own sleeping pants. "I dunno. I just - thought of that dream, when you mentioned Chichiri this time."

"But why would he be connected with a name that you've called out on orgasm every time I've ever gotten you off?" Kouji wondered aloud. "Not that I'm jealous or anything - I got over feelin' bad about it a long time ago. But what the hell? You just met the guy!"

Genrou made a frustrated sound. "Dammit, I know that! It's like I keep saying - I swear, I know him from somewhere! But I KNOW I've never met him before!"

Kouji snorted. "Maybe your sister is right. Maybe you were lovers in a past life."

Genrou threw the towel at his friend. "Don't you start." Laughing, they separated at the stairs with one last, passionate kiss.
 
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