CAKE

Chapter 4

Shu tasted like sugar and vanilla, and Seiji wanted every last crumb. He poured his heart and soul into that kiss. All the love for the bearer of Kongo that Seiji'd stored inside came crashing to the front, and he let it all flow from him in a passionate rush of emotion. But he didn't part his lips, and the kiss lingered. Lips on lips - just touching. Then he felt a tide of returned love and mutual admiration wash over him, threatening to drown him in an overwhelming torrent of caring and concern. Instead of going under, Seiji decided to ride the wave. He opened his soul and embraced the emotions, letting them feed his hungry heart. He wanted the moment to last forever - holding Shu's face in his hands, feeling light feathery touches from warm soft lips. He didn't want to leave. He wanted to maintain this 'lip lock' and embrace that warm fuzzy feeling that was spreading through his body and culminating in his groin. He felt perfectly at ease sitting here - in Nasuti's kitchen - correction, Shin's kitchen - kissing Shu, the mightiest of all the Yoroiden Samurai Troopers.

That is until Shu took the kiss a little farther.

Seiji barely managed to stay in his seat as Shu's tongue began pushing its way past pale lips. Then the bearer of Korin gave everything he had. He let Shu into his mouth, and he returned in kind. He could taste the sweet frosting and the moist cake on Shu's tongue. And Seiji was hungry for more.

Shu's arms wrapped around him and pulled him closer. Seiji found himself sitting on Shu's lap, his arms coiled around Shu's neck and his hands gripping dark charcoal hair. Suddenly, even that wasn't close enough. He pressed his chest against Shu's and moaned at the contact. But there was a barrier of cloth between them. Seiji wanted that gone. Gone now. He began to tug at Shu's T-shirt.

"Sei…" The kissing and tugging continued. "Seiji! Don't…" The T-shirt was untucked, and Seiji's hands were exploring new territory.

Shu moaned. "Oh god, Seiji…"

Then Seiji was trying to tug the annoying T-shirt off over Shu's head. The brunette grabbed the blonde's hands.

"Wait. Seiji." Shu was breathing rapidly. "Don't… you think… we should go upstairs? Or something? What if… what if the guys walk in?"

Seiji was beyond caring. His eyes were glazed over, and his lips were slightly swollen. "So?" He tried to kiss Shu again.

"I'm serious here, Seiji." Shu's eyes pleaded with the blonde.

Seiji sighed and nodded. "All right. If it means that much to you. Your place or mine?"

"Yours. Mine's kinda…"

"Messy. I know." Seiji stood up abruptly. "Well, what are you waiting for? Let's go."

He practically dragged Shu out of the kitchen, passed three pairs of ogling eyes, and up a flight of stairs. He pulled the bearer of Kongo into his room, shut the door, and locked it.

"Now. Where were we?"