Warnings:Yaoi (also known as slash) LEMON angst (fairly minor though) Again, Shu and Jason (and all other chara's in this) are mine. If,for some odd reason, ya wanna use 'em please email me first.

The American Chapter 2: Seperation Now that I think back on it we were far from romantic. It was hot...hurried even. In some ways I almost wish I could go back and redo it. But I think Jason liked it that way. Fast, furious, with him submissively in charge. Come to think of it, I liked it too. Enjoyed it immensely if I was being perfectly honest with myself. I'm sure I had a disgusting grin on my face. Then there was a steel-toed boot digging into my side.

"Shu…" The voice calling me was deludingly feminine. "Oi, Shu! Wake up!"

"Yeah, Nat?" I stared up at my pierced, tattooed, leather dressed older sister.

"Stop fantasizing about getting laid. You know it'll never happen."

"As a matter of fact that's not true." I informed her. "And you're just jealous."

She snorted. "This despite the fact that I have a steady boyfriend and I've never seen you with any girl to speak of."

"And why does what you've seen have anything to do with whether I get laid or not. You ain't the queen of the world, Natsumi."

"Nor are you king, Shu."

"And what did I do to hint that I thought that?"

"Well, I'm sure not gonna do your chores for you."

I moaned slightly and got up. "What's left?"

"Oh, the garbage, some of the animals, dad…the usual."

I mock bowed to her. "I thank my lady for informing me. When's dinner?" My abrupt change left her chuckling.

"Hour or so. Ya better hurry, bum."

"Yeah, yeah, biker trash." She wasn't though, no matter how much she acted like it. She got all perfect grades. She just happened to dress that way.

I was still working, carrying boxes full of only god knows what that my siblings were getting rid of when I felt hungry green eyes boring into my back. I set down the box and turned around.

"Jason…" I growled slightly, watching lust flicker through his eyes.

"I told you strength turns me on," he murmured.

"What are you doing here?"

"I told your mom you needed help with your homework. She invited me to dinner. I think she likes me."

"She likes anyone who isn't one of my normal friends."

"Ah," again, that grin. "Yes, I guess I look a bit clean cut to be part of your normal group. My clothes are in one piece, no noticeable weapons, not constantly horny."

"I might have to disagree with that last one." I laughed. "And what about unnoticeable weapons?"

"All right here." He touched his mouth.

"Weapon or torture device?" I murmured.

"Care to find out?"

"After dinner."

He laughed. "Ryourin Shu has a sense of decorum, who woulda guessed."

I had to laugh along at that. "I have to finish this," I told him, indicating the pile of boxes.

"Ok." He sat down and took out his guitar. Humming the first few measures of some soft song before beginning to play it. From the tone I would guess it was a love song, but not a duet, definitely not drippy, a declaration more like.

"Pretty." I commented, sitting down beside him. He nodded, his face going soft.

"It's something my mom sang…"

I sighed and reached out to take him into my arms even though I was still a bit nervous someone would walk in. But he looked so sad…I couldn't just let him be like that. So I held him until the tears he held behind his eyes disappeared. His mom was back in the U.S. He was here with his dad and his step mom whom he liked but…

"Ya ok now?"

He nodded. "I'm sorry." I shook my head.

"'S ok. Sometimes it just happens."

He looked up at him, his eyes finding and locking with mine. "Not to you." His voice was slightly awed.

"Here now," I chided. "No hero worship."

"But I worship you," he whispered, lasciviously now. "Every single inch."

We both heard the clanking footsteps coming and pulled apart a full twenty seconds before Natsumi entered the room.

"Dinner," she informed us, walking right back out.

"We better go," I told him, before finding myself pulled into a kiss. He coaxed my tongue into his mouth, sucking on it.

"You're all the food I need." He whispered, for the mere reason to keep me frustrated throughout dinner he told me later. And Goddamnit it worked. I was all over him the minute we got back to my room. He didn't help at bit, whispering deliciously dirty things in my ear while I undressed him. That husky singing voice of his, even though it didn't carry over normally, slid into his mouth during sex perfectly well, distracting me so much that I didn't even stop to think he might have an ulterior motive. Still, I was moving slower than he wanted.

"Shu," came the husky voice as he reached up to pull me down on top of him, wrapping longs legs around my waist.

"Mmmn?" I was distracted by his chest. Nosing my way across his collarbone, licking across his nipples till they stood out from his chest.

"I wanna walk funny tomorrow morning," he breathed.

That did it for me.

"Gods…Jason…"

He grinned up at me, smoothly flipping us over so I lay on my back with him straddling me. He began to lower himself over my aching sex.

"Jason!"

"Ssshh, Shu." He lent down and kissed me gently. "I want it this way." He slid the rest of the way down, biting at the back of his hand to silence the cry of pain. I gasped too.

"Gods, Jason…so fucking tight…"

"Mmmmm…"

"Masochist."

"Mmmm." He grinned down at me, green eyes glazed over with lust. My own eyes narrowed into slits as heat flowed through my body. He had reached down to stroke himself as he moved up and down over me, his free hand moving back to stroke my thighs. Still…as hot as he looked up there I wanted him under me, badly. I flipped us over again, realizing I was growling somewhat under my breath.

"My turn."

"Nnh!" I was pounding into him so hard I was sure it hurt, but there was something in his eyes, an almost desperate pleasure. In a desperate bout of desire I replaced his hand pleasuring himself with mine, kissing him hard, eating at his mouth.

"Gods, Jason. Jason…"

"Shu!" His release splashed hot across my hand and stomach my own soon following.

"Shu…" Jason whispered curling himself tightly against me.

"Mmn?" I was still a little lightheaded, but I could not fail to see the tears welling up in his eyes. I nearly panicked. "Jason, what's wrong!? Did I hurt you?"

He shook his head. "My…my dad got transferred back to the U.S." My eyes widened. I knew what that meant.

"You have to leave?"

He nodded. "Guess ya wont be gettin' any for awhile." Then with a snort, "unless you have another already lined up that is."

"Do you think I would be quite so horny if I did?"

He smiled slightly. "I guess not." He sighed gratefully when I wrapped my arms around him.

"Are you sure you have to go?"

"I think so…Shu…It's not like I'm going to be able to go back and stay with my mother and…"

"Why ever not?"

"I…She…It's my dad. He doesn't want me going back there, and he had top priority in the divorce agreement…however that happened. And…well…goddamnit, I wanna stay with you!"

"I'm honored. Maybe…Jason, are ya sure ya want to stay?"

"Positive…I'm sixteen, I know it's not legal yet, but I do know what I want."

"Maybe you could stay with us…I mean. If we can convince my parents an' your dad."

"Really!" In a millisecond that hot mouth was over mine again. It was the first time I had ever seen him even remotely nervous. None the less, he never lost that teasing heat that seemed to be melded into the way he was. "Mmmnn," he sighed nuzzling into my neck. "Might just have to reward you for that, Shu."

"Aren't you at all sore?" I asked, noticing that he shuddered slightly when I ran a hand gently over his ass.

"No." Stubborn little bastard wouldn't listen to me.

"Jason…"

"Fine, Shu. I'm a bit sore. I knew it was gonna happen, I wanted it."

"I could see that," I told him, chuckling. "But don't you think a bath is in order…at least?"

He grinned. "Sure, why not. Plenty of interesting things to do in the bath."

I shook my head. "I don't think so, Jason. It's far too likely that one of my family members'll walk in."

"Awwww," he blinked up at me. "'R ya sure they wouldn't like a free show?"

" 'M positive. Now get yer ass off my bed."

"Awww, I thought you liked me there."

I grinned. "Sure, maybe I'll chain ya to it."

His eyes slitted, "mmmm, what an idea."

"Gyah!" I batted at his hands as they reached for me. "Yer gonna get me goin' again you nympho!"

"Is that a bad thing?"

"Yes. Bath. Now."

"If you want me to stop maybe a cold shower's a better idea."

"I'm starting to agree."

Jason pouted. "But we can't have you going out there like that." He grinned fiendishly and the next thing I knew his head was between my legs.

The next morning I plowed downstairs early in search of coffee and my father. Jason was still asleep, his blond hair falling over his eyes, long pale lashes fluttering against his cheeks. I had wanted to stay and watch him sleep…something about it made him look like a piece of art, but I needed to talk to my father, who I knew would already be awake. He sitting there, calmly reading the paper when I walked in.

"Good morning." He told me as I moved to make myself coffee.

"Good morning."

I waited till I had drunk half a cup of the stuff and was decently coherent before continuing.

"Um, dad…"

He looked up from his paper. "Yes?"

"Have you ever thought about hosting an exchange student?"

"It never occurred to me, no."

"Would you though?"

My father sighed and put the paper down on the table. "What exactly are you driving at Shu?"

It was my turn to sigh; skipping around a subject was not my forte. "Jason's father is leaving and Jason would rather stay in Japan than go home. I was kinda hoping he could stay here."

"You would have to discuss this with his father too you realize."

"Then you wouldn't mind?" My hear had started to hammer so loud I was almost sure my father would be able to hear it.

"I don't see why I would. He's a good kid, you just have to promise not to get into trouble."

I bowed slightly; it had been far easier than I had expected. "Thank you."

"Just talk to his father." My father smiled. "And you're going to have to work on his Japanese."

"Yes sir." I practically raced back up to my room and locked the door behind me. Jason blinked sleepy green eyes at the sound of the door shutting and I bent to kiss him.

"Dad says you can stay."


Alright! So maybe I overdid the sap, so shoot me.
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