"No we don't!! We can just...go without?" He did his damnedest to look cute, sweet, innocent, and, he hoped, totally ravishable.

It might have worked, but his red-haired lover was immune to such torments. "Yes, we do." He rolled back over to kiss Jordan quickly. Well, it was supposed to be quickly. Arms imbued with strength from countless hours of archery practice pulled him down and refused to let go. "Joro-chan..." he managed around the impatient lips and questing tongue pressed against his own.

Jordan stopped tongue-wrestling to frown cutely. "Sobi-kun....don't want you to go to work...."

"I have to. SOMEONE has to pay the rent around here," he grinned, slipping away, not without his own regrets.

Jordan shot upright with a disparaging, "OY!"

"I'm just kidding, Jordan. You know that..." as he disappeared into the bathroom. Nature called, as always. He sighed and let his mind wander. Every morning was like this, Jordan trying one way or another to get him to stay. And one of these mornings, I will, I swear. Just...I just can't today, Jordan. I'm really terribly sorry...

Archer arms slid around his waist as he finished pulling up his pajama pants again. "Soooooobiii-kuuuuuuun," Jordan's low slinky whisper came. It was punctuated with the faint whisper of flannel boxers against cashmere sweatpants as Jordan insinuated his hips and crotch closer to Hiasobi. One hand was sliding up Hiasobi's chest and the other hand was decidedly headed south...

"Jorrrdan...." Hiasobi's whimper was half frustration and half need. All of him was slightly annoyed. Damnit...why do you have to make this so hard? No pun intended....I'm just going to work!! If either of us was going to act like this I'd expect it to be ME not you!! He paused as Jordan's lower hand slid back up and then between flesh and pants, going back down again... Ahhh...not that it's not rather flattering to be wanted so badly so often...but...but I HAVE TO....ahhhh Joro-chan...please please....stop? stop. yes...ah...maybe not...

He was being more persistent this morning. A new tactic or was something up? BESIDES that. It was rather obvious they were both aroused, and Jordan was wiggling himself closer, beginning to pant in Hiasobi's ear and toying with one of Hiasobi's nipples with the hand that wasn't occupied with....other parts of the current Rekka wielder's anatomy.

"Jordan...why are you.....?" he asked, half turning. Jordan pulled him the rest of the way around and kissed him possessively, suddenly slamming the both of them up against the bathroom wall. Bow-stung fingers were everywhere at once and Hiasobi was powerless to catch hold of them it seemed. They were like fluttering birds beating their wings against a cage.

"Jordan...Jor..." His mouth was seized hungrily and Jordan was writhing and wriggling seductively against Hiasobi's body, pinned against the wall. He closed his eyes and moaned at the back of his throat, looping arms around Jordan's neck, threading fingers into copper-blonde hair. He couldn't help responding, and the little voice that kept hopping up and down frantically screaming that he'd be late for work was getting quieter and quieter, muffled by 12 years' worth of suppressed hormones desperately wanting immediate release with the object of his undying love and affection.

Suddenly Jordan released him. "You'll be late for work." There was a hint of a stifled smirk, and Jordan walked out. Hiasobi wasn't sure at that lust-clouded moment, but his lover and best friend might've been deliberately slinking out, to call attention to that firm ass of his. Damn all Hashibas back to...wherever they came from...

Hiasobi pushed himself off the wall with a snarl and stalked back towards the bedroom, where Jordan was just getting back in bed. Big, blue, supposedly innocent eyes blinked up at him. "Is something the matter, Sobi-kun?"

Rekka no Hiasobi shoved Jordan down onto the bed. Now it was his turn to seize kissable lips, to turn the other's mind and body to his own purpose.

With irritation, he yanked away Jordan's boxers, and wriggled with skill born of hours of practice out of his own pants. He kissed along Jordan's chest and abs, tongued his belly button briefly and then seized his prize. His reward was his love's hips jutting up suddenly and a hard gasp of "SOBI-KUN!" renting the air. He slid an arm under one of Jordan's legs, hoisting it onto his shoulder, and continued his fast but thorough attentions, occasionally looking up at Jordan tossing wantonly in the sheets.

He pulled off of Jordan and in one motion slunk through the air at lightning speed, taking Jordan's head in both hands and kissing him possessively. "Jorrrrrrdaaaaaannn...." he growled, grinding himself against Tenku's latest wielder, who thrashed and bucked against him in response. "Hidoi yo....itooshi...." he managed to snarl between bouts of gasping for breath. They were both getting sweat-sticky, but neither had time nor inclination to think about it. Jordan whimperingly offered himself up to his lifelong best friend, and said best friend was not about to turn him down.

Hiasobi aligned himself without any need to look and, just before thrusting in at once, opened the bond the armor gave them. Jordan's head and body arched and he cried out, wrapping arms around Hiasobi as he gasped. He didn't have the patience to try to take things slowly. The damn Hashiba deserved this.

The headboard banged insistently against the wall and the springs squeaked in a strange sort of symphony; they were the harmony to the main melody of moaning and breathless panting as Hiasobi built them both up towards their mutual climaxes. He leaned down and licked at Jordan's ear, knowing it was his major weak point. Jordan's eyes were screwed shut as he writhed and thrusted up in response to Hiasobi's insistent pumping. His mouth was open but no sound came out.

Hiasobi managed to save enough breath to ask Jordan, "This....what you....wanted?" His body shuddered and then everything went white behind his eyelids. It wasn't long until hot sticky warmth crept along his stomach and Jordan was finally breathing again, albeit harshly and gulping air.

Collapsing against the warm body beneath him, he felt those strong arms tighten around him. Jordan's breathing was quickly returning to normal - damn Tenku people. He was still running after his own in vain.

"Actually, Sobi-kun....that was EXACTLY what I wanted."

"Damn Tenku people...." he muttered aloud. The Hashiba chuckled.

"You ARE late, you know.....might as well not even go in."

"Oh fine, fine, you...you...when my brain restarts, I'll tell you what you are."

"I know what I am."

"Oh?"

The annoyingly provocative archer snuggled innocently against him. "In love with you."

That took any irritation and threw it against the wall like the now-shattered alarm clock. "I love you too, Hashibaka." He kissed him softly and made himself comfortable. He was right. No point in leaving now. Even if he'd had the strength at this moment in time, he couldn't make himself leave now.

And at some point, he was going to make Jordan pay for this little scheme. He drifted back into sleep, already dreaming up his revenge.

~Owari da~