I woke to Ritsuka panicking.

" OH MY GAWD! I HAVE NO EARS! Not that I regret it because I don't…BUT OH MY GAWD! Waa am I 'posed to do!?!?! I can't go home I cant go to school! ahhhh!"

I almost laughed, and then thought better of it. I grabbed my panicked Sacrifice and tried to calm him down.

"I'll get you some ears don't worry"

I left him sitting on the bed and went next-door. My neighbor produced and shipped false ears, conveniently enough. However I began to think my choice had been a bad one when my red-eyed, pissed looking neighbor answered the door.

"ALL night long! Bang, Bang, Bang! I have CHILDREN in here!"

I winced, and decided to play the odds.

"I need a pair of ears. My lover's parents are expecting virginity until marriage you understand." He nodded a sign for me to continue. "If you give me the ears I will pull my bed away from you wall, gag my partner, put up sound proofing, whatever makes you comfortable. Deal?"

He considered for a moment, then stuck out his hand. "Fine."

It took us a few minutes to match Ritsuka's ears to ones in stock. It turns out he is quite unique. But soon I was returning to an eager Ritsuka, pulling the prize from my coat and settling down to figure out how to affix them to his head.

He giggled and fell back on the bed, feeling his new accessories with his fingertips. They weren't quite as soft as the originals, but nether of us minded. I started to stalk him on the bed, grinning against his lips as he accepted my hungry kisses and worked hurriedly to undress me again. Then I remembered.

"Hold on tight." I warned as I grabbed the bed and pulled it into the centre of the room. He squealed as he lost his balance and fell back into the cushions. I climbed back on top of him and rubbed myself against the bulge under me. He moaned and pulled me down for another hungry kiss.

We went at it again for what seemed like minutes but were actually hours. As we basked in the after-glow I showed him the edited scar and waited with baited breath for his reaction.

He looked up, smiling sweetly, with a look that said FINALLY, you're mine.

He traced the scar with gentle fingertips.

"Sleepovers are DEFINATLY better."