“Todokanu Omoi”

by

Seiya Kou
(K_Seiya@hotmail.com)

TRANSLATION NOTE: The title of this fic, “Todokanu Omoi” roughly translates into “My friend’s love: thoughts that cannot be delivered”.  It is a song from the Sailor Moon CD “Pretty Soldier Sailormoon Sailor Stars: Best Song Collection”.

~*~

“Many many times in dreams,
we were secretly kissing each other,
I was swallowed by your clear round eyes.

I fell asleep in your arms,
I was surrounded by your gentleness.

Alas, don’t ever let me wake up,
painfully I shouted.

Deep in my mind I was highly aroused,
Even I myself know this time it’s serious.”

~*~

	Eiji Shinjo surged awake in the plastic armchair almost instantly after realizing he had fallen asleep on his promise to his friend.  “Some friend I am to him,” he thought glumly as he replaced the cold cloth that was keeping Kayin Amoh’s temperature in check.  The blond-haired martial artist stirred uncomfortably in his sleep at the intrusion of his body’s climate drop.  Feverishly, he opened his translucent aqua-colored eyes and regarded Eiji with a look that revealed fatigue and discomfort, yet also gave way to reveal that he was now more comfortable than he had been.
	“Eiji...?  Why’d you wake me up? “ Asked Kayin as he struggled to sit up against the headboard, or large crate that served as one.  Sleeping accommodations were not exactly up to par when they visited their acrobat friend, Ellis, so they had to make do with whatever structures they had.
	“You were all flushed red and I had forgotten to change the cloth,” whispered his best friend as he coaxed Kayin back into a horizontal position, ignoring the confused look on his face.  “You shouldn’t have gone swimming then slept with only a sheet covering you the other day!  Now you’re bedridden with the flu and you can’t spar with me tomorrow!”  Pouted Eiji as he pulled the bedclothes up around his partner’s well-muscled stomach.
	“Thanks, but I’m just fine for tomorrow.”  Reaching over, his long fingers grasped his sword which his father had given him.  Withdrawing it from the dirt ground, he drew it into the light and regarded the reflecting beams with his crystalline eyes; eyes which mesmerized Eiji’s mind with their clear purity.  Sitting up in bed, he continued to admire the fine craftsmanship with which his weapon had been constructed.  Not a scratch was etched into the blade; the product of  a special combination of metals and repeated temperance made Kayin’s sword nearly indestructible.
	“So beautiful....,” thought his friend as he continued to glance at them sneakily.  “They’re so.....no....he’s incredibly beautiful.”  Without knowing it, Eiji’s eyes became glassy with delight whenever he caught sight of his sparring partner’s irises.
	Tilting his head to the side in the classical bewildered look common to canines, Kayin stared hard at Eiji, who appeared to be completely engrossed in something.  “Yo, Eiji?  Are you there?”  He waved his hand in front of his friend’s transfixed gaze in a futile attempt to snap his friend out of his almost lusty glances.  “Are you staring at something so  fascinating?”
	“You...,” he replied, his voice sinking down to several octaves that were covered with syrup and something else that Kayin couldn’t be sure of.  “Oh!  Errr...I was talking to the sword!  Sorry for breaking you heart, Kayin!” Eiji desperately joked to draw his friend’s attention away from the blush that was rapidly spreading across his face.  “Caught red-handed again, Shinjo,” his mind raced as he continued to change the subject. 
	“I dunno, Shinjo.  You really did hurt my feelings!  And you know how I bruise like a grape!  I’m crushed, I’m devastated.  You cad....homewrecker!” Came the sarcastic retort.  “But geez, why was he staring at my sword like that?”  Kayin wondered.  “It makes no sense why he would stare at the blade when his is by far much better.  After all, didn’t his older brother forge it for him?”  The sudden, formidable image of Sho Shinjo, the man who had killed his father in battle burst into his head, causing a shudder to run down his spine and the flesh to visibly ripple.

	
	“Guys!” Called Ellis merrily as she flipped into their tent, grinning from ear-to-ear.  “Dinner's ready!”
	“What is chef making?”  Eiji asked, thankful for the distraction Ellis brought with her.
	“Well, chef went into town, this being his night off.  So guess what?”
	“Oh no...please no!”  Begged Kayin, his stomach and mind churning at what he knew his green-haired, overly-energetic friend was going to squeal.
	“You betcha!  I made a chicken pot pie!!”  At the sound of the words “chicken pot pie”, both men groaned with fear and disgust.  For Ellis’ “chicken pot pie” was a shell filled with whatever the girl could find, including various bits and pieces of birds, then sealed up and scorched to a blackened crisp which she deemed to be “gourmet cookin’”.  “Oh yeah!  I also made shrimp salad and cheese sticks and I used the leftover chicken to make buffalo wings!”  Ellis cried jubilantly bouncing up and down, her skimpy gymnastics costume flying up in all the wrong places.
	Both men paled at this smorgasbord of food which their friend had so lovingly cooked.  And they both knew that she would be pissed off if they didn’t even touch a crumb of it.  The last time that Eiji had dared to criticize her “chicken entrails in puke sauce”, he had wound up with a large, red hand print on his cheek and a mouth crammed full of the slime pudding she had made for desert.
	“Ellis...it’s not that we don’t love your cooking and all, but Kayin and I would rather eat out tonight,” said Eiji timidly.
	“WHAT?!?!  AFTER EVERYTHING I’VE COOKED AND ALL THE TIME I PUT INTO IT YOU WANT TO GO OUT?!”  Screamed Ellis, her anger’s fire making hell’s inferno look like peanuts.  Leaping up right in front of the bold man and spinning around on one heel, she collected her energies and focused them into her lips.  “Angel Kiss!” She called out as she planted her lips on Eiji’s, causing his body to go hurling backwards; the result of the discharge of her kiss’ electricity.  “Next time, Eiji, I’ll get Sofia to cook you dinner; I’m sure she’ll let you taste the tip of her whip!”  Flouncing out, the enraged Ellis went to go serve her scrumptious dinner to any member of her troupe who might want it.
	“Thanks, Eiji.  If I had opened my mouth, she would’ve killed me!”
	“You’re just really lucky to have a friend like me around,” stammered Eiji as he struggled to his feet.  “Had I ever known that a fourteen-year-old gymnast could knock a fully-grown man on his ass with her lips...,” he muttered to himself as he ambled over to where Kayin was sitting.
	“So, do you want to go out for dinner?” Kayin asked, his voice slightly quivering.  Even he was still a bit frazzled from his friend’s burst of anger.
	“Anything is better than what Ellis made.  Let’s go.”

	Leaving their tent, the two fighters made their way to their motorcycles, only to discover that Ellis had dumped the remains of her chicken pot pie on Eiji’s bike.  The man’s jaw dropped wide open as his eyes took in the bits of burned chicken and vegetables slowly dripped of his new leather seat, which he had paid for out of his own pocket.
	“Holy shit!  This time, she’s gone too far!” Shouted the irate Eiji as he ran over to check if the seat was still salvageable.
	“Ellis!  I’m gonna kill you one of these days!” Yelped Kayin as he crouched down to inspect the throw-blades which were embedded in both of his motorcycle’s tires.  “Those tires are expensive, you know!”
	Eiji  walked back into the tent, and returned holding a pair of his clean boxer shorts.  “Seems our hostess forgot to provide us with towels,” he explained as he used his undergarment to wipe off the sludge which was now hardening at an alarming rate on the brand-new seat.  After scraping it off to the best of his ability, Eiji beckoned to Kayin to share the seat with him.  Mounting the bike, he kick-started the engine and straddled it.  The blond-haired man came up behind him, wrapped his arms around his waist and interlaced his fingers upon Eiji’s midsection.
	“I’m ready,” whispered Kayin, his stomach growling to punctuate the sentence.  “So let’s go!”
	“All right!”  Eiji guided the bike down the dirt path away from the flamboyant circus tent and into the darkness.  After making a few slow turns, he drove into the nearby small town and into the parking lot of the nearest restaurant.  “Ah God, Kayin,” he thought.  “Don’t let go.”
	“Umm...Eiji?  I think we’re here,” said Kayin matter-of-factly.  “You can kill the engine now.”
	“Oh!  Right!  Sorry, I must have spaced out.”
	“It’s okay, but can I let go now?  I’m really hungry.”
	“By all means, go ahead.  I’ll catch up.”  Eiji turned off the engine and removed the started key before following his red-jacketed friend inside.  A slow, warm wind was blowing causing Kayin’s blond bangs to waft in the breeze.  “Why did he have to be so perfectly gorgeous?” Eiji thought as his own eyes ran repeatedly over the folds of Kayin’s tight clothing, caressing the body they concealed.  “And more importantly, why’d he have to be my best friend all these years...as if he knew what I truly wanted of him?”
	“Eiji!”  He popped out of the restaurant’s front door and waved for his friend to hurry.  “I got us a table, but if you don’t get your ass over here, we’re gonna lose it!”
	“Coming!”
	“I wish I had a dollar for every time I heard that before!”
	“What?!”
	“It’s called a joke, Shinjo.  Come on, I ordered for you and the food is probably ready by now!”
	The spiky-haired young martial artist walked into the warm restaurant.  Almost immediately, his keen sense of smell picked up thick, meaty, saucy odors that permeated each booth.  “Smells nice,” he remarked as he sat opposite from his friend, who patiently waited for him in the booth.
	Upon sitting down on the soft, supple vinyl seat, Kayin instantly lifted his fork and jabbed it into his plate, which was covered with a large, steaming slab of lasagna.  He smiled when he looked up at his best friend, whose jaw was hanging wide open, completely set agog at the large quantities of food being shoveled into his mouth.
	“Mmm!!  It’s so good!  Eat, Eiji!”
	Eiji daintily picked at the fish which sat on the plate in front of him, not feeling the urgent hunger he felt before when Ellis had mentioned that she was going to prepare dinner.  “Why can’t I eat?” He thought as he stared at the filleted trout which swam in lemon butter and sprinklings of green herbs which made the oceanic treat even more delectable.
	“And here I thought you had once told me that fish was your most favorite thing to eat!  I guess even if you aren’t going to put it in your mouth out of free will, then I have to force feed you.  Please, don’t take this personally,” grinned Kayin as he stood up and walked around the table before seating himself but a few inches away from his best friend.  Picking up Eiji’s fork and knife, he cut the fish into small, squarish pieces before decisively stabbing one, swirling it in the sauce, blowing the steam off, and popping it into his own mouth.  “Mmm...it’s good.  C’mon, Eiji, you’ve got to eat.  Otherwise, Ellis’ll force some of her cookies down your thoat, yum yum!”  
	Hit with a sudden revelation, Kayin Amoh’s crystalline azure eyes lit up with glee.  “I know!  This is what my mom did for me when I wouldn’t eat when I wasn’t a little kid: ‘here comes the airplane, requesting clearance for landing’.  Eiji!!  This is the part where you supposed to open your mouth real wide, kay?”  Pinching his nose, Kayin mimicked the voice of an air-traffic controller, drawling out each word by it’s syllabic count.  “You are clear for landing in the hangar.”  He slowly maneuvered the fork into his partner’s mouth and watched intently for him to receive the morsel of food.
	Laughing, Eiji complied and took the fish into his mouth, savoring the succulent bit of nourishment.  His eyes suddenly shot wide and his giggling stopped, replaced by softly strained gagging noises.  Kayin’s bemused expression rapidly became one of shock, as his friend grasped his throat and started rasping uncontrollably.
	“Oh shit!  Eiji, are you all right?!”  The spiky-haired man shook his head in response.  “Eiji, stand up!  Now!”  Hauling his friend to his feet, Kayin proceeded to wrap his arms beneath his stomach and squeezed, causing the man in his grasp to choke even more dramatically.  “And....again!”  Pressing his fists into his Eiji’s heaving midsection, Kayin gave one last push that caused the renegade bit of fish to be ejected and spat out.  Removing his hands and repositioning them into a hug, he held Eiji tightly and listened to the man’s breathing.
	“You okay?”  
	He received a nod in response.
	“Good...because mouth-to-mouth is something I haven’t mastered yet,” the blond-haired man whispered, hugging Eiji more tightly.  “I’m sorry for having to give you such a drastic Heimlich maneuver back there, but I could see no other way to save you.”
	“It’s okay,” said Eiji.  Turning around, he embraced his friend with his own arms; his rapidly beating heart began to quiet itself as Eiji rested his head on Kayin’s soft shoulder.  “Though I think I did lose my appetite.  Ready to go?”
	“Yeah.”  Disengaging himself from his friend, the taller of the two flagged down a nearby waiter to bring them the check.  Reaching into his back pocket, Kayin produced his wallet and handed the expectant man one of his credit cards.
	“Hey, Kayin?  Since when are you rolling in cash?” Asked Eiji as he stared at the thick billfolds within his partner’s wallet.
	“The last bounty that I tagged jumped his bail of three million dollars.  Armed Mafiosi always bring in the most cash, especially when they’re so easy to find!”
	“Crap!  You went after the mob?”
	“Of course not!  I’m not as dumb as I am blonde.  I just went after one of their drones who had been on the run for several years,” smiled Kayin as he mounted Eiji’s bike.  “Can I drive?”
	“In your condition?  Kayin, you’re sick!”
	“No I’m not!  See?  Feel!”  He directed as he guided his best friend’s hand to his cool forehead.  
	“I don’t believe this,” Eiji exclaimed as he withdrew his hand.  “It must have been something you ate.”
	“Or the person I was with when I ate it.....oops!”  He blushed madly as he slammed his own hand to his mouth.  “Err....uh....what do you say we go back to the circus?”
	“Good idea.  I’m kind of tired anyway, so can you drive?”
	“Yeah.”

	Kayin guided the bike out of the small town and back up the dirt roads until he reached the somber lights of the large, striped tent ahead.  It was only after he cut the engine and brought the motorcycle to a full stop that he noticed Eiji’s head pressed against his jacket, breathing so quietly that it could have only meant on thing had happened to his friend.
	“Eiji?  You asleep?”
	A low, sleepy grunt was all he got in response.  The arms wrapped tightly around Kayin’s waist were locked together in a comfortable embrace that wouldn’t give way to the taller man’s struggles.  Giving up, he turned his attention to carefully unlacing Eiji’s fingers, so as not to wake his friend up.  Kayin twisted around in the seat and gently scooped his friend up before moving towards their tent and pushing the flap aside.  He carried Eiji inside and slowly laid him on his bed to prevent the man from waking up.	
	“If....if only you knew how I really feel about you,” whispered Kayin as he leaned down closer to his longtime friend’s face.  “The only reason I don’t tell you is because I can’t lose your friendship, Eiji, not to my selfish emotions.”  Suddenly, Eiji’s face looked extremely sympathetic to Kayin’s burning feelings beneath his red jacket. 
	   Quickly, so as not to disturb his best friend’s sleep, he bent over the young martial artist’s face and planted a kiss, feather-light, on his soft, lips.  Pliant lips that unconsciously kissed him back for eternity before being broken when one withdrew and left the tent.

	Kayin left with a blank mind and a broken heart knowing that what he had done would be considered taking advantage of his longtime friend’s trust.  He hung his head in shame as he made his way through the clearing towards the bathing pool, as if to seek sanctuary from his own sins.
	Removing all of his clothing, Kayin stepped into the warm, crystal waters and pushed off from the side of the pool, floating on his back.  His long, golden hair became submerged completely beneath waves, and lapped gently at his neck like the tendrils of a jellyfish.  His azure blue irises reflected the night sky above as they focused in on the smooth, white orb of the moon scrutinizing it for imperfections which his mind knew were not there.  
	Kayin’s aimless stare was momentarily broken by a shooting star, making its way across the expanse of black, alone.  With that vanishing streak of white, he could feel a tear slowly develop under his eyelid, painful as it were.  The torment welled up; inundating his fine eyes with murky waters before trickling slowly down over his cheekbones and into the pond.
	“Hell...,” he thought as the tears continued to endlessly fall into the pool.  “I haven’t cried since my foster father died so many years ago.  I thought that weeping was such a foolish action to do, seeing as the tears would only be seen by a face with a blank expression....a face like Sho’s.  I always seem to get in over my head with life....first father, then The Organization, then Eiji,” Kayin sighed as he desperately tried to cling onto the last shred of courage remaining in his powerful frame.  “What’s the matter with you anyway, Amoh?” He questioned aloud, not caring who heard.  “I never should’ve fallen in love with my best friend knowing that he would not love me in return.”
	Exhaling to relieve the stress of his choked sobbing, Kayin closed his eyes and sank beneath the waves, feeling the silence enclose him, slowly prying away his anguish over a love which could never be.


	Eiji awoke several hours later in his friend’s bed, a filmy sheet wrapped over his body to prevent him from getting too cold.  Sitting up, his dark brown irises scanned the tent for any sign of Kayin’s body.
	“Kayin!” He shouted, desperately searching for his partner.  “Where are you?!”  Flinging the sheet off his body, he quickly stood up and changed into his fighting uniform before running outside the tent and scanning the perimeter of the circus for Kayin.  “Great...I must have scared him off or something with that last hug back in the restaurant.  He probably knows of my feelings for him now and that’s what drove him away.”  Eiji walked a little more before coming upon a large footprint left by Kayin’s boot, pointing him in the direction of the spring which Ellis and her troupe of acrobats use to bathe.
	By craning his neck, he was able to discern the lapping sounds of the large, geothermally-heated pool hitting something large and thick.  Eiji crept up between the pines to discover the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.
	Kayin’s naked back faced him, and the taller of the two friends seemed to be hunched over the edge, arms crisscrossed beneath his chin.  The moon reflected its milky beams of light on his wet hair, causing parts of it to appear lighter than they really were; his skin glistened with the water droplets which ran down his spine.  He took long, shuddering breaths and he kept wiping his eyes with a ferocity which Eiji had not known for a very long time.  “I’ve heard that sound before,” he thought suddenly, his mind shocked at what he was hearing.  “But it’s not possible because he vowed with such certainty never to cry since.....since my brother killed Amoh.  Still, even if he is weeping like this, it must mean that he’s in pain and that means he....oh God no!”
	Eiji rushed out from his hiding place, not caring if Kayin heard him, and took a running dive into the spring.  Surfacing, he waded over to his friend and moved around the shuddering body, a look of concern etched deeply into his youthful features.
	“Kayin...are you all right?”
	His friend’s red eyes, immersed with the salty effusion of his sadness   He looked down at the water, avoiding the genuine concern his friend was expressing.  “It’s...it’s nothing, Eiji.”
	“It’s something, dammit!  You never cry...not since that night.  Why don’t you just let me inside for once!”
	“I can’t....”
	“You have to!”  Hooking a finger under Kayin’s chin, he titled his friend's wet face up to his own before tightly pressing his lips against his friend’s.  His arms snaked around Kayin’s waist and lower back, drawing him close in a powerful embrace as he deepened the kiss between the two.  Withdrawing, his eyes pressed into the moist, crystalline pools that gazed back at him as if they were in shock.
	“I love you, Eiji Shinjo.  I’ve loved you since the day you took me in after Sho killed Amoh.  I’ve never loved anyone else as much as I could love you, because I know that you would never hurt me, even if I hadn’t let on,” he whispered, staring back and losing himself in the comfortably chocolate-covered eyes which regarded him with so much tenderness.
	“Kayin,” replied Eiji steadily.  “This is going to sound extremely strange, but I have always loved you too.  You’ve been like a brother to me when Sho had vanished.....you were there when I needed you....you’ve kept me going for so long.  And that’s how I know that I love you...because you wouldn’t leave me unless you absolutely had to.”
	Drawing him closer, Kayin held Eiji tightly and pressed his own lips against his friend’s, gently parting them to slide a portion of his own tongue inside.  In response, Eiji gently ground his hips against his partner’s, enjoying the sensation as well as the reaction Kayin’s body was experiencing.
	“Ahh....no....we...gotta stop,” he begged as his friend’s sought to explore his lower anatomy by slowly enclosing his cock in his hand.
	“How come?  You seem to be enjoying this,” teased Eiji as he slowly stroked the place where all of his partner’s passions seemed to be fleeing towards.  “I know I am.”  Gliding his hand upwards along the length of Kayin’s organ, he elicited another moan from the blond martial artist.  As his friend’s head reared back in total pleasure, Eiji saw it as an opportunity to press his mouth against his neck and lap gently at the taut skin which covered his jugular artery, causing Kayin to shiver.
	The spiky-haired swordsman’s hand became even more aggressive as it quickened its pace without reprieve.  The taller of the two began to move his hips steadily, keeping rhythm with the hand that imprisoned him behind sparks of pleasure; sparks which caused his breathing to become labored and the purring in his throat to intensify.  “Don’t stop,” he begged as felt his own orgasm rapidly approaching.
	Stiffening, Kayin arched his back, mouth cast open in a silent scream as his effusion spilled out into Eiji’s waiting hand.  “Oh God...I though I would never be doing this,” he began as  his eyes snapped back into focus.
	“Shh.  No words, my love,” came the soft-voiced response.  “Let’s go back to the tent so we can have more fun, ne?”
	“Agreed, but let me get out first,” said Kayin as he hoisted himself out of the pond and turned around facing his best friend.  The moonlight danced on the taller man’s body, causing Eiji’s eyes to stare mindlessly at the various muscles which were slightly illuminated.  The water droplets from the bond never ceased their trailblazing down his well-muscled arms nor his powerful legs.  In the glare of the moon, Kayin Amoh appeared to be a god.  
	Eiji enjoyed his friend’s musculature too much to be pulled away from this vision, and was rewarded for maintaining his glance by his partner’s flexing.  “So big,” he whispered as his light brown irises continued their path up Kayin’s body.
	“So take a picture!  It’ll last longer,” the blond quipped as he pulled on his pants, obstructing Eiji’s line of vision.
	“Longer than what we have?” He asked as he pulled his frame out of the spring, clothes so tightly plastered to his body, they might as well have been his skin.
	“No,” replied Kayin as he put on his shirt then drew Eiji close for another long, passionate kiss.  “What we have will outlast everything.”
	“You promise?”
	“I do.”
	“Me too.”
	“Good!  Let’s go back up to the circus, all right?”  Wrapping his arm around his friend’s slender waist, delighted that the action was immediately reciprocated; the two made their way back to their tent.

	
	“You’re all saturated,” Kayin commented with a grin as he lit the large oil lamp suspended from the top of their tent’s frame.  “We gotta get you dry, otherwise hypothermia will set in and then you’ll go catatonic.”
	“Yes, doctor, I understand.  But what will you have me do?”
	“Stand still while I undress you, of course.”  Grasping his friend’s vest, he managed to unlace the strip of fabric that secured it before allowing the article to slip off and land on the floor with a loud, defeated “plop”.
	Gently drawing Eiji into the light, Kayin inspected the sinewy musculature of his closest friend and found it extremely exciting.  Pressing his hands against his smooth chest, he left a trail of wet, hot kisses straight down to his captive’s pants.  Kayin tilted his head up, and smiled at Eiji’s face of shock at the evil grin he was displaying.  Eyes flashing, he undid the knot in his friend’s belt with his teeth.  Pulling off the flaccid belt, Kayin gently slid his hands up to Eiji’s sides and caressed the flesh there before lowering them to the waistband of his pants.
	“Is this making you uncomfortable?” He asked, looking up into the dark pair of eyes for approval.
	“Not in the least, but you don’t have to keep going if you don’t want to,” replied Eiji as he tenderly looked upon the taller figure which was crouching at his waist.
	In response, the bounty hunter applied his lips to the side of his friend’s stomach and lapped at the quivering flesh beneath his tongue.  While doing this and successfully distracting Eiji’s attention, he grasped the waistband of his pants and tugged them down, exposing the skin beneath.

	His friend stood there, naked and ready for what Kayin had to offer.  He resumed his standing position before picking Eiji up in both of his arms and gently laying him down upon the soft bed.  Grasping his own clothes, he seductively pulled them off and laid them on a nearby chair.  Kayin climbed onto Eiji before wrapping his arms around the slender martial artist and kissing the lips which awaited him.
	“Do you have any idea how long I’ve waited for this,” grinned the spiky-haired man trapped beneath him.
	“Umm....since dinnertime?”
	“Bingo!”

	Kayin’s transparent blue eyes happily regarded Eiji’s lithe frame as they explored lower and lower to the place that would have remained forever off-limits to him had he not expressed his feelings.  He trailed a finger down from his friend’s chin right to his stomach before tracing an endless pattern down to Eiji’s erect organ.
	Closing his hand over his partner’s cock, he caressed it gently and looked back up into Eiji’s chocolate-colored eyes.  Momentarily disengaging his grasp, Kayin paused to kiss his best friend from head to foot before brushing his lips back to his intention.  Licking along the shaft, he drew an unusually pleading moan from his habitually silent friend.
	“Ah...so you like that, hmm?”  Eiji nodded before beginning to moan again, this time it grew with intensity, desperate for Kayin to swallow him whole.  Brushing his tongue against his partner’s length, he traced the head before taking half of Eiji’s thick manhood, slowly drawing more and more of him into a hot, moist place.
	“Ahhh....Kayin......mhhhmm,” the pleasuree moaned as his partner’s skillful tongue embraced parts of him which had never before been caressed.  Closing his eyes, he couldn’t help but raise and lower his hips in sync with his friend’s movements.  Flicking his tongue over the head of Eiji’s penis brought a sweet, yet vaguely salty taste onto his tongue.  Curious, Kayin lapped a little more and was greeted by the onrush of his best friend’s semen.  Savoring the taste for as long as possible, he swallowed everything the swordsman had to offer, refusing to allow his friend’s cock to escape his mouth until it was fully satiated.
	“How...how do you know how to do that so well?”
	“I gotta have some secrets, don’t I?  Besides, my expertise is irrelevant in the smile I was able to put on your face.  That’s all I ever really wanted to do: make you happy again.”
	“You did good....but Kayin, a favor?”
	“You need only ask, my love,” he whispered in response.
	“There’s....there’s something I want to try with you.  The...,” Eiji blushed a deep crimson as he sought the words necessary to express his desires.  “That...you know....position..,” he breathlessly finished his sentence before clasping Kayin tightly to him.
	“Is that your wish?”
	“I....think so.”
	“Very well.  Just let me know if I hurt you, okay?”

	Reaching over onto the bedside crate, Kayin’s large hand thumped around before closing around a bottle of lotion.  Emptying the remnants of the bottle’s contents, he coated his own erect member before slipping a well-lubricated finger within Eiji.
	By easing another finger into the recesses his best friend offered him, he was able to coat Eiji in such a way that the pain would be minimized, though still present.
	“You ready?”
	In response, Eiji stood up on his knees and turned around before seating himself on Kayin’s waiting lap.  Wrapping an arm around the bounty hunter’s neck, he leaned over and gave the man a quick kiss on the cheek, so feather-light that the taller of the two barely felt it, yet was aware of it’s existence.  The next thing Eiji knew, he was being gently lifted and pulled backwards by two very strong arms before being penetrated entirely in one swift motion.
	“Oh Eiji...you’re so tight!”  Exclaimed Kayin as he thrust deeper inside the furnace which was offered him.
	“Well, what did you expect?  Loose, sagging folds of skin?” He joked as his entire body felt as if it were being impaled upon the essence of pleasure itself.
	“Shut up and moan already,” laughed the flaxen-haired man as his hand found Eiji’s cock and began to stroke at an extremely slow pace.  He felt his sky-blue eyes widen as a rumbling vibration emanated from his best friend’s chest cavity and carried out from his throat.  Berserk with lust, Kayin quickened his thrusts until both men were screaming for release.
	“Harder, Kayin....do it harder!”
	“Mhhmmnnn yes....oh God, Eiji, it’s so hot!”
	As if on cue, both men climaxed simultaneously, enjoying the feeling of satiation for several moments before collapsing, inert with exhaustion.  Withdrawing, Kayin secured Eiji tightly in his arms before realizing that his best friend was doing the same.

	“You gotta promise me, Kayin.  No more bounty hunting.  I don’t want to lose you to some punk with a gun.”
	“Okay...but I have one last bounty to capture, then I swear I’ll quit.  Besides, we already have all the cash we need.”
	Mussing Kayin’s golden locks, Eiji stared deeply into Kayin’s perfectly blue irises before kissing his lips softly.
	“What’s his name?” He sighed as he began to fall asleep within his partner’s grasp.
	“Vermillion...or something like that.  A cop named Nagisa contracted me to help bust him.”
	“Nagisa...she must be really gorgeous to have a name like that!”
	“Nagisa is a man.  And no, he’s interested in Tracy of all people.”
	“But what about you?” Asked Eiji, his eyes shooting open with concern.  Turning to face his best friend.
	“I’ve got eyes only for you, Eiji Shinjo.  You are too dear to me for me to want to leave.  I’m always gonna stay here by your side.”
	“Likewise...life without you was too lonely anyway.  So, when do you go nail this Vermillion guy?”
	“It’s on the day of the next Toshindenbukai tournament.”
	“Plenty of time....until then,” yawned Eiji as he finally fell asleep.
	“Yeah...” Tenderly kissing his lover goodnight, he clasped him closer to his body and secured him there until morning’s dawning.