Hisashi turned on his side, reaching out to embrace the body that had been intertwined with his own before he had fallen asleep. His arm swung out in a wide arc--

--and crashed down on empty sheets.

Hisashi's eyes shot open. "Nani?" He muttered. He slowly pulled himself into a sitting position, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced around. The room was dark, the only source of light coming from the opened door leading to the hallway. "Jiro?" He called.

"I'm right here, Hisa," Jiro replied, appearing at the entrance of the door, his figure silhouetted by the lights from the hall.

Hisashi blinked, unable to see Jiro as his face in the shadows because of the lighting at his back, "Na...turn on the bedroom light, will you?" He asked, "I can't see you."

There was brief pause, then a rustle of movement as Jiro reached over and flicked on the lightswitch. Bright light flooded the room, and Hisashi squeezed his eyes together tightly before opening them, trying to adjust to the sudden change of light. When his eyes finally came into focus again, Hisashi turned his attention back to Jiro.

His breath caught.

Jiro was wearing nothing but the navy blue button down shirt he had worn underneath his suit. The shirt was not buttoned and Jiro's torso lay exposed to Hisashi's gaze. Hisashi hungrily traced his eyes over the creamy skin of Jiro's chest before travelling down to his lover's flat stomach, Hisashi's mouth slipping into a smile as he let his gaze linger on Jiro's sensitive belly button. Letting his gaze move downward, Hisashi skimmed his eyes over the patch of black hair that crowned the top of Jiro's manhood before letting his eyes rest on Jiro's shaft, noting the way it hung limply--well--maybe NOT so limply.

Hisashi examined his lover's shaft more closely, and smirked. Oh yes, it was definitely not as limp as he thought it was. Feeling his own length stir in response to Jiro's semi-hardness, Hisashi lifted his hand and beckoned Jiro over, "Jiro-kun..." He purred, "You look /so/ cold wearing just that flimsy little shirt." He flipped his hair back and tilted his chin slightly, fixing Jiro with a seductive stare, "Want me to warm you up?"

Jiro didn't move for a few seconds, then with a small growl he launched himself across the room and into Hisashi's arms, pushing the other man down on the bed. Straddling Hisashi around the waist before the other could move, Jiro bent down and licked his lover's collarbone delicately before
straightening.

"Hisa-kun," He whispered sultrily, his hands running across Hisashi's chest in wide broad sweeps. His palms teasing the hardened nipples that pebbled up underneath his touch, he leaned forward slightly and graced his lover with a small smirk, "You know what I think?"

Hisashi gasped as Jiro continued to trail his hands over Hisashi's torso, tickling his sides, "What?"

"I think," Jiro began, nibbling along Hisashi's jawline, "That it is my turn to be on top now."

Hisashi, who had closed his eyes to better enjoy Jiro's ministrations, now opened them in surprise. Hiding his surprise, he said with a small challenging smile, "Oh? And why is that?"

"Well..." Jiro began, "for one thing, you are shorter than me." He emphasized his point with a small lap of his tongue over Hisashi's parted lips. Hisashi arched and tried to reach Jiro's mouth, but the taller man drew away teasingly before Hisashi could make contact. "For another," He continued, "you act more feminine than I do."

"More feminine?" Hisashi reached out and entwined one of his hands into Jiro's hair, bringing Jiro's lips down to his almost savagely. He practically devoured his lover's lips, Hisashi's own lips forcing open Jiro's mouth and tasting the insides skillfully. Jiro tried to get up but Hisashi's hold on his hair was tight, and Hisashi kept Jiro down firmly, refusing to let go until they both ran out of breath.

Jiro panted when they finally drew away from each other, trying to suck air into his over-exerted lungs. Hisashi watched his lover, his own lips, wet and gleaming from their kiss, stretching into a coy little smile. Hisashi said nothing though, instead running his hands carressingly over Jiro's thighs, waiting for Jiro to continue his train of thought. After Jiro finally felt ready to talk, he picked up from where he left off. "Third, you've got longer hair than I do."

"Hmm..." Hisashi murmured, "I don't see how that justifies me having to be on the bottom though." His hands went in a path from Jiro's thighs to the
sides of his torso, lightly tickling him.

Jiro giggled a little. "Stop that," He commanded, trying to squirm out of Hisashi's grasp. "I'm not finished yet."

Hisashi grinned, but didn't stop his playful touching. "So finish, Koi. What's your fourth reason?"

"Fourth, you cross-dress occasionally. I've never cross-dressed."

Hisashi shrugged, rolling Jiro's nipples gently between the pads of his fingers, "Is that it?"

Jiro couldn't help but moan a bit at Hisashi's touches. "No," He said, "I've still got one more point."

"So shoot."

"Okay, last point," Jiro paused slightly, "You weigh less than I do."

Hisashi paused in his ministrations, an eyebrow raised at his lover, "So...what? Why does this make me a bottom?"

"Because~ according to all the rules surrounding yaoi couples in shounen ai works, YOU are the one who possesses all the traits of a traditional uke and should therefore be on the bottom," Jiro said with a flourish, "I, on the other hand, possess all the traits of a traditional seme. Therefore, I should--YEOW!" He yelped as Hisashi suddenly pinched his nipples, his fingers twisting the sensitive nubs slightly. "Hisa--WAH!" Jiro tried to protest when he suddenly found himself flipped onto his back, Hisashi's body draped over his so he couldn't move, "You--"

Hisashi laughed, sliding up over Jiro's body so that his hardness pressed into Jiro's, "Koibito, you are every bit as uke as I am. If not more so."

Jiro glared, a little peeved at having lost his control over Hisashi, "That is not true."

"Sure it is," Hisashi replied. "For one thing, you," He thrust his pelvis slightly against Jiro's. "Wear as much eye make-up as me. And," he thrust against Jiro again, letting Jiro rub against him before drawing away. "Always manage to look more feminine--even with your shorter hair."

Jiro groaned, his hips unconsciously thrusting against Hisashi's in response, hoping to get more of that teasing contact, "That's not true..." However, his voice wasn't as convincing as it was before.

Hisashi noted the change in Jiro's voice and grinned, knowing that he had control of the situation. He continued without missing a beat, "And since I AM lighter, as you pointed out, Koi...don't you think it just makes more sense for me to be on top?" He punctuated his words with another sharp thrust, "Ne?"

Hisashi didn't allow Jiro to reply as he suddenly fused his mouth onto Jiro's. Jiro moaned into the kiss as Hisashi's hand wrapped around his length and pumped it, his strokes hard. "Hisashi..." Jiro whimpered when Hisashi suddenly withdrew his hand right before Jiro could find release.

Hisashi grinned somewhat evilly. "Most importantly," He continued as if nothing had happened, his hands moving up from Jiro's length to his lover's neck, tracing the strong cords of Jiro's fair neck. "The seme has to be the aggressor of the relationship. And aren't I the one controlling the sex right now?" When Jiro shot him a LOOK, he laughed and placed two of his fingers over Jiro's lips, "Suck if you agree with me, Koi." He teased.

After a small pause, Jiro opened his mouth and took Hisashi's fingers in, his teeth scraping lightly against the digits as he sucked furiously. He knew that Hisashi had purposefully left him so close to the edge that he would have to be the uke partner just to get release. He stopped hissuction and let Hisashi withdraw his fingers from his mouth. "Hisashi, you're such an akuma." Jiro said, "You're never going to let me win, areyou?"

Hisashi laughed, "Damn straight." He winked playfully at Jiro, "So what are you going to do about it, Koi?"

Jiro grinned, "Well..."

***OWARI***