He’s enjoying this, the adorable rat bastard. I cannot believe him sometimes. He’s got more kink in him than a really good story by Mink or Akaitenshi. Ah well. The loss is worth it to see him smile at me like that. That eager, hungry look. Now I get the whole sempai business between Jordan and Hiasobi.

"Anxious, aren't you?" Seichirou pushed the chair back and stood in a motion impossibly graceful for most awkward high school students, 4th-year or no. And although he didn't mind losing, considering the circumstances, he wasn't about to appear as anxious as Ren was. He was going to maintain as much pride and dignity as he could, all things considered.

"To the victor go the spoils...." Ren grinned lecherously, happily letting his gaze take in the strong arms and well-built chest before him.

I will NOT give him the satisfaction of seeing me flustered, embarrassed or more likely aroused. Besides, Hiasobi always told me that slow is best. Jordan did too. Told me that Sobi-kun can’t stand it slow and I think Ren’s like that too. He’s desperate for the attention I give him and while that thought in and of itself is alien to me, I understand it well. (Who would be desperate for attention from a statue?) I don’t wear underwear because well, it’s a family tradition. Ancient samurai wore obi but that was still clothes. Besides, this way is more comfortable and it gives me sexual leverage over my chocolate-eyed lover.

Shoulder-length black hair swung as Seichirou shook his head. "Only you would come up with the concept of strip chess..."

"Why shouldn't I? I always win. Although that third game was awfully close." Ren leaned back in his chair, fully clothed and warmly backlit by the slowly setting sun outside.

Seichirou unfastened his pants and slid them down those powerful legs, Ren's eyes taking in every inch of flesh revealed.

Yes, my beloved. Slowly. YOU made me play this game and now you’ll wait for your machinations to bear fruit as it were. Bananas? Oh god I’m turning into a hentai. I remember the first time he found out I didn’t wear underwear. My darling Ren practically exploded in my hands. He just kept moaning, "I don’t believe it. I don’t believe it!" I’d like to think he believes it now.

He sighed happily and kicked himself up out of the chair. He walked over to his boyfriend and, still grinning, looped his arms around Seichirou's neck. "I do love winning. But I'm still sorry you lost. Just a little," he added when one dark eyebrow shot up in skeptical question. "So....let me make it up to you, hmmmm?" He leaned in and kissed Seichirou. He kept his eyes open while he did so, not needing to close them and resort to some dream world.

Oh yes. Please do make it up to me. With all the stripping I seem to do at this game, I should have enough experience to work at a club. Ooh...He’s such a good kisser. I can’t keep my eyes open, I just can’t. I’m not THAT brazen. Underwear is one thing; being swallowed whole by those eyes is a completely DIFFERENT thing. This is so niiiice. Ah...uhmm...yes. Being in love is definitely nice. No wonder Touchan and Shin-ji-chan are so damn upset about losing it.

"I think," the young Date replied when he could again, "that you should make amends, yes. It's only fair."

"Of course. I don't want to treat you unfairly." Ren nuzzled his love's ear and walked them both backwards until they hit the bed and tumbled onto chessboard comforter. Ren resumed kissing Seichirou with much more enthusiasm; as his fingertips brushed over, in turn, every erogenous zone he knew of, Seichirou's hands were deftly unhooking his pants, tugging at his shirt. It was a nuisance to sit up and help pull the shirt off, and even so long a separation as five seconds engendered an almost desperate response as Ren seized upon Seichirou's lips again.

Woah! Calm down! I’m not...oh not there...Ah. I’m not going to leave you! I’ll never leave you. Just...ah ah ah ah...Ren-Chaaaaan...Now I know this happens EVERYTIME I lose at chess but just ONE of these times I want him to lose. He has so much fun making it up to me. Chess snob. Oh god. AH!

Ren was intent upon his lover, upon "making it up to him", making him happy. Seichirou always seemed so very in control, but Ren wondered if there wasn't a part of his Seichan that didn't like that. One thing was for sure: breaking Seichirou's mental/emotional restraints, especially via sex, was Great Fun. It was even more fun than chess, and he had never believed such a thing was possible.

He was kissing down along Seichirou's neck while simultaneously wriggling out of his pants. All he could see was ebony hair and pale skin; all he could hear were the soft whimpering moans that were sure to grow louder as things progressed. All he could smell was the soap and shampoo Seichan used, along with the building musky smell of sex in the air. All he could taste was the quietly delicious taste of excitement generated between the two of them. Like...electricity.

I...I don’t think I can take this much longer. Oh...reeeeen...please Ren-Chan do SOMETHING. Oh god oh god oh god. Ah! No! Korin! I’m okay. Do NOT electrocute my beloved. Bring those coffee eyes back up here Ren! REN! HOLY SHIT!

And then suddenly, there was a startled gasp.

That didn't belong to Seichan.

Ren whipped his head up and around to the door and his eyes practically bugged at what he saw. "T...To....Tousan?"

Seichirou was quite definitely shocked. Ren at least was still wearing underwear (Ren at least wore underwear in the first place...). And....Seichirou had never met Asano-San. He didn't even know his boyfriend's father's first name.

Kami-sama! It’s Ren’s father! They look just alike, that same self-possessed stance and careless hair. He must get his eye color from his mother. Ah! I’m naked! This is so embarrassing. What a way to come out of a closet. Stop it. No nookie for you. Lay down. Is it possible to have an erection in the face of mortal embarrassment? Oh good...it’s gone. Whew.

"What...are you....?" the older Asano asked, shocked.

Well what does it LOOK like I was doing?

He nearly filled the doorway, and looked impossibly modern in his suit and briefcase. "Nevermind. It's rather obvious what you're doing....in MY home."

"YOUR home?" The spell holding Ren immobile and impassive snapped almost audibly. "YOURS?? You're never here!!! NEVER!!!!!!"

"Ren, he has to go."

Go? Go where? I’m not leaving Ren. YOU can’t make me doughboy. What IS a doughboy? Note to self ask Hiasobi or a Tenshi.

Ren crouched low over Seichirou, like a tiger protecting its family. "NO."

His father was now more shocked than ever. "What did you say to me?"

"I said NO. And I'll keep on saying it."

"Now look here...."

"Oh don't try to act the father NOW," Ren yelled at him. "You don't have the practice!!"

And I thought I was hard on MY father. Oh Tousan...I really am sorry for all the trouble I’ve seemed to cause you. I practically killed ‘Kaasan being born and I’m just a reminder of the fact that I’m not Yagyu-san’s child. How can you even bear to stand me let alone love me?

What the hell? Oh you are NOT going hurt my Ren.

Asano-San stalked the short distance to the bed and attempted to pull Ren away from Seichirou. He might've succeeded had Seichirou not grabbed hold of his love as though some sort of reflex action had kicked in.

Asano-San's eyes flicked to the naked boy sprawled beneath his son and Ren saw what was going to happen the same way he saw an opponent's next move in their eyes. He jerked himself between his father's hand and Seichirou.

Ren STOP! I can handle a slap! I’ve gotten worse from sparring with my father. (Well, he apologized but STILL.) Ren...REN! Ren please! Stop this! Don’t argue with him! He’s not WORTH IT! ... ... ... No. REN!

"STOP IT!!!" he screamed. "You're trying to discipline me NOW?? NOW?!??! After 18 YEARS of not even being around, you want to try to play the outraged parent? How DARE you? What makes you think I should listen to anything you say? Why should I listen to some stranger?? I have half of your DNA and your last name. That's it." His voice was pure dripping venom as he finished, "I don't really Have a Father."

The smack echoed in a room not normally providing of such resonance, and his father threw his son down against the disgusting boy beneath him, who caught him and held him protectively, eyes suddenly fierce. Asano-san blinked, caught off guard by the unmistakable light of warrior fire in otherwise peacefully violet eyes. But soon his anger rebuffed his amazement.

I could kill you for less you bastard. I could single handedly dismember your body with a blade so hot the wounds would cauterize instantly and I have a whole army of family that would roast marshmallows over your roasting corpse you mother fucking asshole! If YOU don’t want your son then I'll take him so far away from you that your memory won’t even be able to find him. You fucking BASTARD!

Ren? Ren? Please be okay Ren. Ren?

Ren, for his part, pushed himself up and away from Seichirou. Turning to face his father, he commented softly, hot tears in his eyes and his cheek slap-red, "I...I've finally found something...someone...I love as much as chess, MORE than chess, which is the only thing I ever really cared about before, and you want to take it away from me?" His voice was heating up towards his own anger again as he continued. "You wanna know something, 'DAD'?? I dated girls before. I even slept with a couple. But it didn't mean anything to me. Nothing at all. Seichirou is my first boyfriend. I hope..." his eyes turning briefly back to those of his lover's, "...my only boyfriend. So tell me, 'Tousan', what bothers you more? That I was having sex or that I was having it with another guy?"

Do you know how many girls have told me how honored they’d be to have a real honest to god Date take their virginity? S’true. I can remember at least three who’ve tried that line on me. SOME people would consider bedding me an honor.

"I am still your father. This is still my house."

"Your apartment. Your oh-so-empty apartment. It is nice though. I doubt your secretary has so nice a one as this. But you'd know that better than I would." His eyes were a challenge.

Asano-san moved as though to strike him again, but Seichirou sat up suddenly, and wrapped his arms around Ren protectively.

You hurt him again and so help me I will rip out that icy heart of yours and use it for a DOORSTEP! Don’t you think you can maul my Ren’s soul with no recourse! Oh you’re going to get recourse up the ass Asano-SAN.

ASSano-san.

"Your mother and I pay the rent here. We give you all your money. You've never wanted for anything..."

"WRONG! WRONG!! I have!! I've wanted your LOVE. I've wanted your attention and...your PRESENCE. Your PRESENCE might've been enough. Yours or Mom's...or should I say Mrs. Asano's?...would've been...wonderful. You weren't there at my graduations. You weren't there at my chess meets. You weren't even there on my FUCKING BIRTHDAYS, and you think I've never wanted for anything? That's Fucking BULLSHIT."

I...Oh Ren. I’m not much compared to a lifetime of loneliness am I? Just an exotic looking kendo jock that can’t play chess too well. Oh Ren, why can’t I make this any better for you? Why can’t I love you enough to make that go away? I’m never good enough.

"You watch your language!"

"Dad, with All Due Respect....Shove it up your Ass. You wanna kick me out? Fine. You wanna disinherit me, stop giving me money? Fine. I don't need you." There was a pause, and then, when he repeated, "I don't need you," it sounded...like fact. Not anger, not hate, not even self-denial. Honest truth. "I used to. But now...I just don't need you. I have Seichirou, who's willing to give me all the love you and Mom never did."

?

You mean...?

Ren?

You really do love me? I’m worth all this to you? Oh REN! Leave him alone. He’s not worth it anymore. Money won’t be an issue. My family has more than enough and Touchan likes you. Please REN! Let him go! He’s a bitter old man! Please Ren...please let me love you. Just make him go away.

Asano-san saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, this sad, cold truth. Combined with the rage in the other boy's eyes, it was enough to make him stumble back a few steps. He shook his head, tried to speak. Nothing came of either gesture. He retreated...out the bedroom door, across the living room. The front door to the apartment shut with a soft click.

I didn’t know doors could be so loud in the face of so much silence.

And it was only then that Ren collapsed, so suddenly it knocked Seichirou back down. He pulled his love in close to him and let him cry. Quietly he used Korin to heal the red stinging on Ren's cheek. "If only I could use Korin to heal your heart, itooshi...."

Unfortunately that would be Ping’s Suiko Ren-chan and I’m not letting you ANYWHERE near that bundle of hormones.

"It's okay, Seichan. I...I'll be okay. Eventually. For now...." He snuggled up close, a child seeking comfort.

Seichirou stroked his fingers through Ren's hair and along his scalp soothingly, his other hand rubbing his back. "Hai. For now. For always, if I have anything to say about it." He thought about the scene just recently finished. "You won, you know...."

You did itooshi.

Ren shook his head. "No, not yet. But I do think I have him in Check. It's just a matter of time until he makes his move."

"You always win, remember?" Seichirou whispered softly, punctuating it with a kiss on his temple. "You have Mate in three, maybe less." He tried to grin, wanting desperately for Ren to smile.

Please Ren. Smile for me. Tell me that you’re okay with this, with me. Smile beloved. I’ll make you happy I swear it. Ask for it and I’ll get it for you. Beg, lie, cheat, steal, I don’t care how. I love you. You’re the only one I let in here, inside me. Please smile for me Ren.

Which, very softly, Ren did, sitting up to lock cocoa gaze with twilit violet as the last of the sun's rays dimmed and faded. "I think I may have Mate...in one," his voice low with significance as he bent down to gently brush his lips against his love's.

You’re so beautiful when you smile Ren-Chan. So beautiful and so alive.

... ...

Was that chess humor?

Tavestry’s Ramblings

This was NOT my doing. Seichirou sat down and promptly began articulating his mental dialogue to me and well...it just got worse from there. I hope that Socks and Ren appreciate this. *wry grin* Well I think REN will I don’t know about Socks. She might not like the fact that I chopped up her story. *dodges the whap* She’s so violent. Anyway, I would have never figured that Seichirou has SUCH a loud inner dialogue. I’ll have to keep better track of my fictives. *smile* So here you go. Checkmate.