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KH AU:: Through Thick and Thin Ch. 8

I had writer's block for the longest time when it comes to this chapter. Then, like a bolt from the blue, it's time for the Reaper Review! (if you got this reference, I love you <3) something just clicked and I pounded out this chapter. Of course, the timing was terribly inconvenient since it caused me to neglect all of the important shit I had to do this weekend. I was up until 4 A.M. last night because I wanted to finish it so badly. I had a blast writing it. I need to do more with Aeleus and Ienzo in the future -- I forgot how much fun they can be to write.

Anyways. Sexy tiemz behind the cut. I've missed writing my sex scenes. xD

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"Hey, Ae, have you seen my—" Dilan cut himself off mid-sentence when he emerged from the bedroom to find his roommate slumped over at the kitchen table, cradling a bottle of beer in the crook of his arm.

"Dude. It's 9:30 A.M. Are you seriously drinking? Put the bottle down."

"Don't wanna," Aeleus mumbled, nursing his beer almost tenderly.

"Oh, would you get a fucking grip?" Dilan pulled out a chair and straddled it. "Okay, I thought that maybe you finally ditching the geek would be good for you. I wouldn't have to deal with all his girly, psycho, control-freak crap, you could finally man up, and it'd be like old times. But no, you'd rather piss and moan, 'Oh, poor me, I finally dumped my girlfriend and it sucks because I'm still a total pussy!'"

"Shut your fucking face," Aeleus growled, glowering at him from over the bottle.

"Hell no, I won't. You've gotta hear the truth from somebody, and only your bro would give it to you."

"Oh yeah? Well, either tell me what the truth is or go the hell away. I don't want to look at your face."

"Gonna ignore that one. Okay, yeah, so are you blind or just plain stupid? Look, even I can tell that you're crazy about him. You're miserable without him. Just grow a pair and call him already. I mean, my cat has more balls than you, and he's neutered!"

"Fuck you. And I'm not gonna be the one to call him. If he wants us to be back together instead of chasing after mullet-boy he can be the one to do the calling. I don't have anything to apologize for."

"Yeah, well, we all know he's not going to be the bigger man. Cause, you know, he's not one. Man up, bro."

"I hate my life," Aeleus said sullenly, not even listening anymore. He stared intently at his now-empty bottle as if he could intimidate the inanimate object into refilling.

"I hate your life too," Dilan replied brightly, getting up from his chair. He slung his bag over his shoulder and pulled on his Sigma Chi baseball cap. "I'm heading to class, don't wait up."

Aeleus mumbled something indistinct in reply. Dilan shook his head in disbelief as he shut the front door behind him and headed down the stairs. Pitiful.

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Upon arriving to class, the first thing Dilan noticed was that apparently the professor was late; the door to the classroom was locked and the hall was swarming with students. He muscled his way through the crowd and found Braig leaning against the wall closest to the door and looking supremely bored. That is, until he noticed Dilan's arrival and accosted him.

Dilan was putting up with Braig's rambling about some song he heard on the radio when he happened to look over Braig's shoulder and did a double-take. Rudol was lurking at the far end of the hall, hunched in a corner and unmistakably glowering at the back of Braig's head. It was perhaps the one and only time he'd ever seen Rudol not being in the thick of things — the blond thrived off of attention and would ordinarily be hamming it up for the crowd. Today, however, he was subdued and distant, keeping his arms folded tight over his chest and skulking in the background.

It kind of pissed him off, honestly. Irked, Dilan had to wonder what the hell his problem was. He was living the high life, partying, drinking, fucking, never doing a single day's worth of work in his life — he had nothing to brood about. In fact, he wouldn't be surprised if this was all just some act on Rudol's part. He wouldn't put it past him to play the sympathy card to pick up chicks. God knows he could definitely be a manipulative little son of a —

"I can't remember who sings it though," Braig continued, and Dilan remembered that he was in the middle of a conversation. "You know the one I'm talking about though, right? You know, girly song, cheesy lyrics…"

"I have no idea what you're talking about, dude," Dilan said bluntly, tearing his eyes away from Rudol, who apparently didn't even notice him staring back. "How does it go?"

He realized as soon as the words left his lips that that was not the best of suggestions, but by then it was too late. Braig cleared his throat and, during a perfectly-timed lull in the chatter of the hallway (goddammit, why did that always happen at the most inappropriate moments?), sang in a high-pitched voice, "Will you marry me?"

An awkward silence ensued as heads swiveled to stare at the two of them. There were a few appreciative laughs and catcalls, but most people remained silent or whispered amongst themselves with pointed stares. Before Braig had a chance to continue to embarrass him, Dilan reflexively thrust an open palm into Braig's face and slammed his head against the wall. Braig laughed hysterically until Dilan finally let him go, shooting him a look of disgust as the hallway began to bustle with activity once more.

"Dude, overreact much?" Braig said gleefully, slinging an arm around his neck and steering him away from the door. The tardy professor excused himself, pushing his way through the remaining stragglers and unlocked the classroom door, letting the streams of students flow into the lecture hall. "That was hilarious!"

"Don't. Touch. Me."

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"I am going to kill that little shit," Dilan announced an hour and a half later, when he flung open the door to the apartment.

"Whatever," came Aeleus's voice, flat and uninterested. "I don't care. I'm sleeping."

Dilan peered over the back of the couch to find Aeleus stretched out, his arms folded behind his head and his eyes closed. "No you're not. If you were, you wouldn't be talking to me."

"Yeah, because you woke me up." He opened one eye and glared up at Dilan.

Dilan snorted. "Come on, since when were you such a light sleeper, princess? Oh, right, since you broke up with Ienzo. You talk to him yet, by the way?"

"No," Aeleus answered belligerently, shutting his eyes again. "And I already told you, I'm not going to."

Dilan rolled his eyes. He was considering picking on him for not making the first move when his phone vibrated, and he let the subject drop. "Look, bro, I'm gonna head to the gym," he said after skimming the received text message. "Dunno what time I'll be back, but I'll catch you later." He dumped his backpack onto the kitchen counter and grabbed his gym bag from the floor he had tossed it after working out the other day.

"Yeah, yeah," Aeleus mumbled, clearly trying to go back to sleep. "Lock the door behind you, wouldya?"

"Yup. See ya later."

Aeleus lay there with his eyes closed and listened as Dilan shut the door behind him. When he heard the clunking noise of the key turning in the lock, he sighed and made himself more comfortable on the couch, folding his arms over his chest. He hated to think about how miserable he was without Ienzo around, but he knew deep down that it was true. He couldn't help but feel angry and resentful, two sentiments that had not abated since their heated argument, but at the same time, he missed him.

He was dimly aware of faint shuffling noises in the background and the occasional creak of floorboards but didn't think anything of it; the walls of the apartment were thin, and it wasn't uncommon to be able to hear the people on the floor above them moving around. It wasn't until he felt a warm, familiar weight settle on top of him that his eyes flew open and he reacted.

"Ienzo!" he all but sputtered upon seeing the slight boy sitting neatly on top of him. "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"It's nice to see you too, Aeleus," he replied with the lighthearted air of someone commenting on the weather.

"Dude, what the— how the fuck did you get in here? The door's locked!"

"I have my ways," he said evasively. "And you know I do not like it when you call me 'dude,' so I suggest that we nip this in the bud, so to speak. I am here because I wish to speak to you. You see, it has come to my attention that there are some severe kinks in our relationship as of late, and I wish to resolve them."

He took Aeleus's gaping astonishment as a cue to continue. Ienzo folded his hands and rested his chin on them, peering down at Aeleus with the look of a psychologist analyzing his client. "First of all, I recommend that you remain quiet while I am speaking. Now, I've put up with your increasingly irrational behavior for the past few weeks, but I have to say that by this point, it is getting to be quite tiresome."

"Wha— me?" Aeleus spluttered, regaining usage of his vocal cords. "You're the one who's acting all irrational and fangirly, and it's pissing me—"

"If you would let me finish," Ienzo cut in, lifting a hand to silence him. "I know where you keep your duct tape and I am not afraid to use it, Aeleus. I am being completely and utterly serious here."

"I don't doubt that you are," he muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me, did I give you permission to speak?"

Aeleus lifted an incredulous brow as if to say, "Really, now?"

"Thank you," Ienzo replied with evident satisfaction, smoothing back Aeleus's hair. "Now, here's what we're going to do. You are going to sit here and listen to me. You are not to say anything until I am done speaking. You are not to do anything unless I give you my express permission. No questions asked."

Aeleus laughed out loud in sheer disbelief. "I don't have time for this," he said, lifting his hands in the air and shifting his weight so that he could push Ienzo off of him and stand up.

"I'm not so sure you want to do that," Ienzo said, his voice silky smooth and unperturbed.

"Oh?" Aeleus asked, arching an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

"Because, you see, I happen to have the cord to your precious X-box within reach, and I will not hesitate to pull it off the table if you refuse to cooperate with me. And you don't want that, do you? What's more, I don't think your bro would be too pleased if he came home to find it smashed to pieces on the floor."

Aeleus did a double take, realizing that Ienzo had thought this all out. He glanced to where the X-box rested on the table by the TV and followed the path of the cord, unplugged from the TV, to where it rested on the arm of the couch.

"You wouldn't dare."

"I assure you I am quite capable of doing such a thing, Aeleus."

He switched tactics. "Ienzo. Get off of me and get out. Dilan could be home any minute now, and he's not gonna let you live it down if he sees you like this."

"I fail to be threatened by your inadequate attempts at intimidating me in letting you off the hook. You forget that I know you too well, Aeleus. No, Dilan will not be back any time soon. I have made quite sure of that. In fact, he happens to be the one who let me in and locked the door behind me. Now, do as I say, and be quiet. If you speak out of turn once more, I will not hesitate to punish you."

Temporarily stunned into silence, Aeleus was torn between working out the logistics of Ienzo and Dilan actually being in cahoots together, and finding out just what Ienzo had in mind for punishment by testing his limits and speaking up again. He was strangely turned on by Ienzo's aggressiveness, he had to admit, however grudgingly. He settled for not saying anything at all and simply staring him down.

"Now, as I was saying... It seems that there are some underlying issues to your sudden violent explosions of rage."

"Damn straight there are, and don't play dumb with me. You know what they are."

"I am beginning to think that you were dropped on your head as a baby, because you clearly do not comprehend the meaning of the words 'do not speak until I am finished talking.'"

"Well, guess what? Maybe I don't want to be silent!"

Ienzo closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, mentally counting to ten. He opened them and, with forced calmness, said, "I am doing my absolute best to be diplomatic here, Aeleus. I'm here because I'm trying to make it better, and I would have thought you'd be at least a little more cooperative in attempting to make amends."

"You can't just waltz in here and take me hostage in my own apartment and just magically expect that'll make everything okay, Ienzo. Cause it's not. It's not okay."

"Well, at least I'm trying!" he snapped back, eyes flashing dangerously. "Unlike you, I haven't holed myself away in my room, drinking myself half to death. You haven't been answering my calls, you've been skipping our philosophy class, you've been avoiding me entirely. So I have to do the unthinkable and actually fraternize with your idiotic roommate—"

"Hey!" Aeleus interrupted, glaring at Ienzo. "Don't call him an idiot."

"Please," Ienzo said dismissively. "He doesn't know the difference between Jack Kerouac and Jack Daniels. He thought swans were fictional like unicorns until, like, six months ago. Of course he's an idiot. The point is that now when I finally manage to get a hold of you, you won't even listen to me!"

"Well, maybe you need to listen to me! God, you always do this. Whenever you try to make things better, you always make them worse."

"I make them worse? I make them worse? Excuse me, but I—"

"You are trying to psychoanalyze me like you always do and make this all out to be my fault. And it's not, it's yours!"

"Excuse me, but what is your problem?" Ienzo snapped, closing his eyes and throwing his hands up in the air in sheer frustration. "Could you kindly explain that to me in civil terms, because I am still completely at a loss as to what I did wrong. Is this honestly all about you and your unwarranted jealousy over an entirely imaginary 'relationship' between me and Myde, whom, by the way, I have never met?"

"Yeah! Yeah, maybe it is, because you're clearly in love with this dude and act all girlishly whenever he's mentioned and--"

Ienzo's voice escalated as he attempted to override Aeleus. He may have been small and rather effeminate, but he could be aggressive when he wanted to be.

"When will you get it through your thick, Neanderthal skull that you are the only man in the world whom I have romantic feelings for?" he shouted, roughly gripping Aeleus by the shoulders and leaning over him, his face now hovering mere inches from Aeleus's. Aeleus abruptly backed off, threatened by Ienzo's invasion into his personal space.

Before he could lose his steam, Ienzo continued, but his words were less harsh now. "I don't love easily, Aeleus, you know that. And an infatuation with a celebrity whom I admire doesn't even compare to the way I feel for you. It's not love, it's not the same thing as I feel when I see you. I only want you, and you alone."

"Yeah?" Aeleus grunted, his voice gruff. "Prove it." He was still feeling bitter and cynical, but most of the rage had dissipated with the shock of Ienzo's violent reaction, which had shaken some sense into him.

"Prove it?" Ienzo repeated.

"Yeah," Aeleus replied, maintaining eye contact. "Prove that you're not jerking me around. Prove that you really do care for me like you say you do. Prove that you're not gonna drop me like a hot potato for— for someone else."

Ienzo sighed delicately and brushed his hair out of his face once more. "Despite the fact that you can be a meatheaded, belligerent ass at times, I have missed you, you know. Believe me, that was the only reason I even considered collaborating with Dilan. And from what he had to say, it seems like I'm not the only one lost without you around. So, fine." He sat back on his heels and pulled his shirt over his head in one fluid motion, dropping it to the floor. "Whatever it takes."

Aeleus attempted to say something coherent, but the words dissolved on his tongue as Ienzo leaned down to kiss him, and he was strongly reminded of one of the things he missed the most during their separation.

Ienzo was a far from passive lover; he was demanding and unable to keep his hands to himself and a very forceful kisser. However, he was also rather self-centered and would deny or accept Aeleus's advances as they came, and Aeleus would yield to his wishes (which is probably why Dilan took great pleasure in informing him that he was "whipped" at every available opportunity), but Ienzo was making a conscious effort here to make sure that Aeleus's needs were met first.

Aeleus tried to move his hands to Ienzo's waist, but the smaller boy gently pushed them away, pinning them over his head and admonishing him, "Oh, no you don't. I'm proving a point, remember?"

He couldn't help but grin foolishly. "Oh yeah?"

"Oh yes," Ienzo said firmly, cool fingers already slipping underneath his shirt and sliding up the length of his torso. "For once, it's not about me — and yes, I do have the grace to admit that it usually is, thank you. This is all about you. I'm making it about you."

"Are you an angel?" Aeleus asked, his brain suddenly foggy. He meant for it to come off as witty but only ended up sounding stupid, if the look on Ienzo's face was anything to go by. Ienzo stared at him expressionlessly for several long moments before deciding that he wasn't going to dignify him with a response. Aeleus decided to shut up and just enjoy it. Words weren't his strong point anyway, and the way Ienzo was trailing kisses down his jaw rendered him incapable of producing anything intelligent to begin with. He couldn't help but let out a small groan as one hand made its way down to his groin, massaging him through the thick fabric of his jeans while the other hand teasingly traced the outline of his nipple, and fuck, that felt good—

Ienzo reared back so suddenly that Aeleus let out a small, disappointed noise. Ienzo shot him an amused look.

"Relax," he said, placing a finger on Aeleus's lips. "I'm just ridding myself of this pesky excess clothing. And don't look at me like that," he added, rolling his eyes at the shift in Aeleus's expression from pouty to lewd at the prospect of Ienzo stripping for him.

Ienzo shook his head in mild exasperation, fingers working at the fly of his jeans and shimmying them down his hips. There was a downside to wearing skinny jeans, he found: despite the fact that they clung to his body in all the right places and accentuated his slim frame, they were impossible to slip off effortlessly. When he finally succeeded, he shook them out, folded them neatly, and draped them over the top of the couch so that they wouldn't become wrinkled.

Mercifully, Aeleus didn't comment on this display of fastidiousness, for he was too occupied with staring at Ienzo's underwear to notice. It wasn't uncommon for Ienzo to wear rather, ah, feminine underwear (he maintained that it was only because he hated the feel of boxers and preferred a more comfortable and fashionable alternative. Aeleus genuinely didn't care; he found it quite sexy, to be honest) but this pair caught his eye for some reason. Ienzo was sporting a pair of low-rise, red and white bikini briefs with a #5 emblazoned on the crotch.

"Hey..." Aeleus said slowly. "That's my jersey number..."

"A very astute observation, Sherlock. I'm so glad you've been paying attention," he said dryly, but a slight, catlike grin tugged at the corners of his lips. "Why?" The smirk widened as he innocuously reached down to cup himself. "Do you like them?"

Aeleus was suddenly glad that he was wearing especially loose jeans today, because otherwise his pants would be uncomfortably tight down there. "Yes. Yes I do. But I think they'd look even better on the floor."

"Tch. Patience, Aeleus, patience." He eyed Aeleus critically. "As much as I enjoy being eye candy for you, I can't help but think that there is something drastically wrong with this situation. For instance, why are you still clothed? I do believe this needs to remedied first."

His hands slid up Aeleus's shirt, tugging it over his head swiftly and exposing his physique. Ienzo took a moment to admire him before leaning down to suckle on his collarbone, making his way down the length of his torso. He paused when his lips brushed against the soft hair of Aeleus's treasure trail and pulled back just far enough to undo Aeleus's belt and fly. His nimble fingers made quick work of the belt buckle, and he soon yanked down his pants, boxers and all.

At some point between shedding the remainder of his clothes and removing Aeleus's pants, Ienzo must have forgotten his previously instated rule about Aeleus not being allowed to touch him, for he didn't protest when the larger man's hands settled comfortably on his waist. Aeleus hooked his thumbs beneath the waistband of his underwear and tugged slightly, a subtle reminder to Ienzo.

"What did I tell you about being hasty, Aeleus?" Ienzo chided, but he placed his own hands over Aeleus's and guided them down, slipping the bikini briefs off and discarding them on the floor, where they joined the heap of clothes.

"Shut up and kiss me again," Aeleus replied, pulling him into his arms.

Ienzo was all too happy to oblige, placing both hands on either side of Aeleus's face to deepen the kiss. He slid his leg up the side of Aeleus's body, rubbing seductively against him.

Aeleus felt as though he'd been struck by a bolt of lightning, every hair on his body standing up in anticipation and his mind buzzing for more.

When Ienzo pulled back to catch his breath, his chest heaving slightly as he sat up straight once more, all Aeleus could think was that he was the luckiest man alive to have Ienzo for his own. He reached up to brush the side of his face with one hand.

Ienzo caught his hand and held it between his palms, smiling down at him. His carefully styled hair was mussed up, startlingly blue eyes peeked through disheveled bangs, and his usually pale skin was tinged pink from the heat of the moment. Aeleus was sure that if Ienzo caught sight of himself in the mirror, he would be aghast and attempt to neaten himself up, but he personally thought he'd never looked more desirable.  

Ienzo had always been the controlling one in the relationship. And Aeleus was perfectly content to do whatever was asked of him, whether it was carrying Ienzo's bags when he was on a shopping mission, or skipping out on his bro to go out on a date with Ienzo despite Dilan's protests, or even yielding to Ienzo's requests to simply cuddle when he would prefer to be screwing his brains out instead. Now, however, he couldn't hold back. He wanted to go further than anything Ienzo had planned.

"Ienzo," he said suddenly, urgently. "Do you have any, like, lotion with you?"

"Of course I do. It's what helps keep my complexion so perfect and porcelain, you know."

But Aeleus wasn't listening anymore, too preoccupied with stretching out his arm to try and reach Ienzo's bag on the floor. His grasping fingers closed around the strap of what Dilan liked to call a man-purse and Ienzo referred to as a satchel, and he pulled it up onto the couch.

"Aeleus, what are you doing? This is hardly a time to be worrying about chapped hands," Ienzo said, his brow furrowed in perplexity as he watched Aeleus dig around in his bag.

"I don't want it for my hands," Aeleus replied, unceremoniously shoving aside half the contents of Ienzo's bag in search of the elusive lotion.

"Well then, what — oh." Ienzo's eyes widened slightly as he realized just what Aeleus was suggesting. "Oh."

"Found it!" He triumphantly pulled out the small bottle of lotion.

"Aeleus, are you quite sure about this?" Ienzo asked, seeming somewhat apprehensive.

"Yes," he said, looking directly into Ienzo's eyes. "Please, Ie. I'm sick of taking cold showers after every time we fool around. And even though we fight and you can be a bitch and I can be an asshole, I still love you. I want to be with you. I want to be a part of you."

The corner of Ienzo's mouth twitched. "Oh, all right. I love you too, you great oaf. And if this is what it takes to make you see that I only feel this way about you and you alone…" He scooted further up Aeleus's body to reach his lips and kiss him. "…then I'm willing."

"Mmm, you're the best…" Aeleus mumbled into Ienzo's mouth, grinning up at him when he pulled away.

"Yes, yes, I know I am." Ienzo plucked the bottle of lotion out of his hands and busied himself with pouring a generous dollop into his palm. "First, give me your hands." He extended an expectant hand, snapping his fingers brusquely when Aeleus stared at it as if it were an alien. "They really are chapped. You know, you really ought to invest in a proper skin care program."

"I'll keep that in mind," Aeleus replied, sniffing his newly lotioned hands in sheer bemusement. "Is this… vanilla?"

"You should," Ienzo commented, squirting some more lotion into his hand and snapping the bottle shut. "And yes, it is vanilla. It's one of my trigger scents."

"I have no idea what that means," Aeleus replied.

Ienzo let out a tsk of disapproval. "Well, then let me put in terms that your simple little brain can understand. It gets me off." He smirked, and Aeleus should have realized what he was about to do next, but nothing could have prepared him for the sensation of Ienzo's fingers closing around him. His small hands worked down his length, slathering on the lotion, slender fingers teasing at the tip of his head.

"God, Ie, you—" Aeleus gasped.

"—are amazing. I know, I know." He smiled smugly, and Aeleus couldn't help but laugh.

"Don't let anyone tell you that you aren't modest, Ie," he teased, wrapping his arms around Ienzo and sitting up slightly.

"I'll be the first to admit that it isn't one of my redeeming points. Now, if you're going to make love to me, I suggest you do it now."

"Well, someone's impatient," Aeleus said, grinning cockily.

"Just nervous," he admitted.

His grin faltered a little bit. "Ie, you don't have to do this if you don't want to," he said. "It's not like I'm going to force you."

"Of course I want it," Ienzo scoffed with a toss of his head, flipping his hair back. "Take a look at my erection if you don't believe me."

"Don't mind if I do."

"My eyes are up here," Ienzo reminded, tilting his chin upwards to meet his gaze. "Yes, I want it. I will admit that I'm slightly nervous given that this is my first time at all, for I'm not as sexually experienced as you—"

Aeleus rolled his eyes. "Ie, come on…"

"—But I trust you and am willing to give up my virginity for you."

"Well, jeez, not like there's no pressure on me to not fuck this up now," Aeleus mumbled under his breath.

So," he concluded, "I'm yours." Sensing that Aeleus was feeling some performance anxiety, he placed a reassuring kiss on his forehead. "Oh, please, we didn't get this far for you to back out now. Maybe I should have just kept my mouth shut," he contemplated.

"Aw, no… isn't a healthy relationship about communication?" Aeleus said desperately.

"Surprisingly wise words coming from your mouth there. I'm glad you're learning. Now," he said, settling himself further into Aeleus's lap and smiling coyly. "Are you going to make the first move, or do I have to help you?" He gripped Aeleus by the base of his cock, guiding him to his entrance.

Aeleus took a deep breath and concentrated on making the entry as painless as possible for Ienzo. It wasn't like him to be nervous when it came to sex, but then again, Ienzo was special to him, and it probably hurt him than it hurt Ienzo to cause pain to him.

A gasp escaped Ienzo's lips as Aeleus pushed a little further into him. Aeleus quickly looked up at him, concern etched on his face. "I'm not hurting you, am I?"

Ienzo shook his head and managed, "No, of course not. It feels good."

Unconvinced, Aeleus pressed him further, "Are you sure? I can stop if you want…"

Ienzo smiled at him and kissed the tip of his nose. "Honestly, stop worrying about me. I'm not made of china, as much as you treat me like I am. I'm fine, Aeleus. Just keep it slow and easy like this."

Still, Aeleus couldn't help but berate himself internally, convinced that he'd fucked up, that he'd rushed Ienzo into doing something he wasn't ready to do…

Ienzo seemed to realize what he was thinking, because he lifted Aeleus's chin and said firmly, "Aeleus. If I didn't like it, trust me, you'd know. To borrow a line from Dilan, stop being a pansy and man up."

"…What."

"I know, I can't believe I said it either." Ienzo made a face. "I fear that my brain has been tainted from spending too much time around you baboons. I feel the sudden and inexplicable need to wash my mouth out with soap as well."

"Did. Did you just tell me to man up?"

"Yes, I believe we have established that. My god, you are slow on the uptake. Still, I suppose I shouldn't be surprised. After all, you used to think that artichokes were animals because you could buy their hearts at the grocery store."

"I thought they were like antelopes!" Aeleus protested. "Wait, why the fuck are we talking about this? How did we go from me fucki—"

"'Making love,' if you would, please. I don't approve of that word."

"Fine, me making love to you to talking about artichokes?"

"I was attempting to relax the both of us," he replied matter-of-factly. "And from the look of things, it seems to have worked."

Come to think of it, Ienzo did seem considerably more relaxed and receptive to him. A slow smile spread across his face as he pushed his hips forward. "You're just a little genius, aren't you? You know exactly what you're doing."

"It's why you love me," Ienzo replied in satisfaction, draping his arms around his neck and nuzzling his nose against Aeleus's.

"S'true." He grinned and leaned in to kiss Ienzo, burying himself to the hilt and causing Ienzo to yelp involuntarily.

The smaller boy broke the kiss to hide his head in Aeleus's shoulder, and Aeleus was afraid that he'd broken him. "Ienzo?" he asked tentatively. "Are you okay?"

Ienzo raised his eyes to meet his and all but snarled, "Don't even ask me if I'm okay. I am more than okay. I am— I am fucking fantastic." Aeleus's brow disappeared into his hairline. Ienzo was too prim to swear unless he really meant it.  "Just. Just do that thing with your hips again."

He let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't hurt Ienzo and obligingly rolled his hips forward again, and Ienzo all but melted into a puddle, trying to stifle his moans by pressing his mouth against Aeleus's shoulder once more.

Now that he was finally inside of him, tightly enveloped in warmth, Aeleus knew he wouldn't be able to last much longer. He'd been sex-deprived for far too long (Ienzo could be a total cocktease when he wanted to be) and the pure excitement of Ienzo being here, chasing him down despite their blow-out of an argument, climbing on top of him and proving that he loved him, was almost enough to end him right there. Add to that the irresistible noises that an obviously turned-on Ienzo was making, and he was a goner.

"Ienzo…" he groaned. "I don't think I can hold off much longer."

"Good," Ienzo breathed, his voice lusty with desire and his face positively glowing. "I want your pleasure to come first. I promised I'd prove myself to you, and driving you out of your mind is exactly what I had planned." Placing both hands on his chest, Ienzo pushed Aeleus flat on his back and kissed him deeply, fingers tangling in reddish-brown hair and mouth moving hungrily.

He was gone. Ienzo was the glue that held him together, his hands smoothing down his hair and mouth pressed against his chest as he went to pieces. When he finally went still, he exhaled deeply, letting out the breath he didn't know he had been holding. He buried his head in Ienzo's neck, breathing in the scent of his skin. Ienzo smiled and rubbed him soothingly.

"Feel better?" he murmured.

Aeleus laughed breathlessly. "Fuck, yes," he answered, pulling Ienzo away from him to soak in his image.

Ienzo's eyes were glassy, his breath erratic, and his cheeks flushed. It dawned on Aeleus that he'd been restraining his own pleasure in his attempt to please him.

"I know that I probably shouldn't be saying this since you're a boy and all," Aeleus began slowly, hesitant, "but god, it's true. You're beautiful, Ienzo. Especially like this." His hand closed around Ienzo, and the slight boy tipped his head back in ecstasy, his lips parted. He arched up into Aeleus's hand, spine curving gracefully like the neck of a swan.

Aeleus couldn't tear his eyes away from Ienzo's face, transfixed by his expressions and the small, soft noises of contentment and encouragement that slipped out of him. He knew Ienzo was close to coming when he felt Ienzo tense up, his breath quickening, practically whimpering with pleasure. One last stroke was all he needed to come undone, spilling into Aeleus's hand and calling out his name.

Worn out and exhausted, Ienzo curled up on top of Aeleus, arms looped around his neck. His eyes had drifted shut, and Aeleus took the moment to discreetly grope around on the floor for the closest article of clothing. His hand found Ienzo's shirt, and he carelessly wiped his sticky hand off on it. He was fully prepared for the repercussions of his actions (i.e. Ienzo's horror and the bitching that was sure to follow once he realized that Aeleus had defiled his immaculately clean and most likely expensive shirt), but the only thing he cared about right now was holding Ienzo close to his chest, which he made sure to do once he had cleaned off his hand.

Ienzo mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like, "I love you."

He smiled, pressing a gentle kiss to the top of his head. "I love you too," he replied, and he meant it sincerely. Any doubts that had plagued him about Ienzo's loyalty to him were assuaged, putting his mind at ease.

He still couldn't help but marvel over the fact that not only did Dilan and Ienzo team up with each other, neither of them managed to kill each other in the process. He owed Dilan one, he thought absent-mindedly before letting his eyes close, still cradling Ienzo to his chest.  

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"God, don't you ever answer your doorbell?" Dilan asked, annoyed when Braig finally opened his door a good ten minutes after he mashed the buzzer several times.

"I thought you were a telemarketer," Braig said by way of excuse, opening the door and letting him into his apartment.

"I sent you a text like an hour ago saying I'd be over!"

"Oh, my phone's dead. What brings you here anyway?"

"You're a dumbass," Dilan informed him. "And I'm here 'cause if all's going according to plan, Aeleus and his boy are getting it on in the apartment."

"Thanks, you too." Braig headed to the kitchen to grab two beers from the fridge while Dilan took over one of the two armchairs in his makeshift living room. "They finally make up then?"

"I hope so, 'cause I'm getting pretty damn sick of dealing with his pansy ass moping around all the time. Guy's a lost cause." He caught the beer that Braig tossed him with one hand and popped open the tab.

"A-fucking-men," Braig agreed, flopping down on the chair opposite Dilan. "But oh, dude, get a load of this. I've got a story for ya."

"Oh, this is going to be good." Dilan smirked; Braig was a notoriously bad storyteller, and his stories were all of the "he-said, she-said" variety, but he got really into them, which was always good for a laugh.

"Okay, so I'm leaving Eastern Religions today, and this guy behind me keeps stepping on the back of my heels and tripping me up until I finally turn around and am like, 'The fuck is your problem?' And he just says, 'What's your problem?' like I'm the one to blame, right? And I'm like, 'Dude, who put the stick up your ass?' And he shoots back at me, 'At least I don't have a dick up my ass!'"

Dilan began to laugh. "I like this guy. Real witty."

"Shut up, beefeater."

"If you call me that one more time, I'm gonna wreck your face."

"No you wouldn't. My face is too pretty to be wrecked."

"Didn't stop me this morning, did it?"

"Can I finish my story? Anyways, at this point, I'm just going, 'Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude, you don't even know me. You don't even know who I'm dating. For all you know I could be totally straight.' Well, I guess he didn't buy that 'cause he just snorted and went, 'Please, you're gayer than the love child of Lance Bass and Richard Simmons."

Dilan was practically on the floor with laughter at this point.

"No, but get this— he got all high-and-mighty and was like, 'Maybe I do know who you're dating. And maybe I know for a fact that he's too good for you. He deserves more than a greasy sleaze like you who asks him to marry him in the middle of the fucking hallway—'"

"Dude!" Dilan exclaimed. "That's exactly why I smashed your face in! He thought you— and I— oh, hell no!"

"I know, isn't it a riot? I was all, 'Ew, no' —no offense, dude— and he got all confused until I explained that we were just, you know, friends who like to take the piss outta each other and all. He just kinda excused himself after that. It was hilarious, man."

"Seriously." Dilan shook his head and chuckled. "And hey, he had one thing right. You are a greasy sleaze." He ducked the empty beer can that Braig chucked at his head, laughing.

Wait. "Why would he even care if we were dating? And that you were too good for me? What did this kid look like?"

"Uhhhhhh… blond hair? Piercings." Braig frowned at the ceiling, trying to remember what the stranger looked like from his brief encounter with him. "Oh yeah, and a British accent, I think."

"Oh, him," Dilan said offhandedly. "Yeah, he's an asshole. Ignore him, he likes to fuck with people's minds."

"What, you know him?"

"Yeah," he said shortly. "Or at least, I thought I did."

"Okay, you're gonna have to give me more to work with than that," Braig said, motioning for him to go on.

"He's my ex, the bastard who led me on and dumped me and stole my money." That was as far as he was willing to elaborate; the memories were still too painful to conjure.

Braig let out a short bark of laughter. "Ha! You dated that guy? Man, what were you on?"

"Eh, he grows on you." Dilan took a swig of beer, trying to maintain a detached façade. "…Kind of like cancer," he added. "Just as destructive too. Only cancer's not addictive."

"That is the most poignant metaphor I've ever heard."

"I try. Now pass me a controller," he said, motioning towards Braig's X-box. "I'm gonna kick your ass at Black Ops."

"You wish!"

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Rudol kicked at an innocent pebble lying in front of him, watching it skitter away from him. He sat slumped the bench outside his dormitory waiting for Lumaria to come pick him up for work. For some bizarre reason that even he himself couldn't comprehend, he'd approached the boy whom Dilan sat with in Eastern Religions after class and picked a fight with him. He didn't know why he did — after all, it's not like he liked Dilan and besides, he could date whomever he wanted.

But then the greasy-haired kid had said that they weren't dating after all, which only fucked with his mind even more.

Right now, his mind was too tired to consider the implications of this. He could feel it shutting down, lights winking off one by one.

"Rudy!" Lumaria's voice sang, and Rudol looked up to see his friend waving at him his rather beat-up car (any car that Lumaria drove had to be beat-up, judging by the number of hits it would take in the course of a single trip).

The blond stood up and almost fell over, losing his balance.

"Whoa!" Lumaria left his car and was at Rudol's side in an instant, taking him by the elbow to support him. "You okay? Did you trip or something?" Rudol didn't answer immediately, and Lumaria frowned, concerned. "Are you sure you're feeling okay? You're not looking so good today."

"I'm fine," Rudol said, his voice weak and indistinct.

"Uh, you clearly aren't fine, judging by your behavior." Lumaria placed a fretful hand against his forehead and instantly withdrew. "Rudy, you're burning up! Come on, you can't go to work in this state."

"I can't miss work," he mumbled, batting Lumaria's hand away from him. His face was ashen and he looked as though he'd be sick to his stomach.

"You've been working so hard, you're making yourself sick. You're pushing yourself too much. You can afford to miss one day of work. Let's get you back upstairs."

His head tried to protest but his feet led him after Lumaria, who was fussing over him like a mother hen. A deranged, pink mother hen.

"Okay, now I have to go to work, but you get some rest. A good night's sleep will help. Call me when you wake up."

Rudol nodded wordlessly, not trusting himself to not throw up everything he had eaten today if he so much as opened his mouth. He climbed into bed, and Lumaria tucked him in, smoothing the sheets around him. Exhaustion overwhelmed his tired muscles, and he sank gratefully into sleep, blissful sleep.

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