Thank you to all those readers that actually put up with my long breaks within writing.  Gosh, I must be such a pain.  So here's for all of you that have been waiting all too long.

Are We Alone Yet?

Part Five:  Gardening, eh?

            Touru just watched, puzzled at the turn of events.  She stared from Kyou, whom was blinking stupidly, then to Shigure, whom was smirking.  Then back again her gaze went.  However, before she could piece anything out, Kyou had already gotten up and murmured something about practicing his karate before disappearing into the kitchen also.  Slowly, and somewhat dejectedly, she began to clear off the full bowls of soup that had sat before the two boys.

            "Touru-chan, don't mind them, ne?  They didn't do it hurt your feelings."

            She glanced up from the slopping bowls of liquid to look at Shigure, who was now smiling warmly.  Letting a small smile curve her lips, she bowed her head a bit before continuing on with her clean-up.

            "Alright."

*~*~*~*

            Eyes closed and lips slightly parted, Yuki stood in the slight breeze, letting the wind tickle his heated flesh and tantalize his arousal even further.  He was almost tempted to relieve himself from the agonizing need.  His hand was slowly trailing down his chest when he heard labored breathing and loud footsteps.  Turning around, his eyes widened and before he had a chance to react, he was tackled to the floor.

            Kyou lay above him, weight pressed down on his own frame, and stiff bulge poking clearly at his thigh.  Lust filled eyes gazed long into his before his mouth was claimed in a rough kiss.  Moaning at the contact and thrusting his hip upwards, Yuki brought his hand up to his cousin's chest and shoved.  A tiny squawk and harsh breathing was all that was heard in the calm day as he rolled on top of the redhead, legs straddling his hips deliciously.  One of his hands slid under the material of the thin tee-shirt to rub against the hard stomach there as the other danced around a rosy mouth, slipping in between the full lips.  Kyou latched onto his fingers and sucked hard, causing sensations to race along his arm and straight into his groin. Rocking his hips along his perch across slender hips, he had to bite his lips to restrain the moan begging to slip out from the intense friction.

            Kyou, however, had different ideas in mind for them and reached up and pulled his hand away from that lovely mouth.  Fingers tangled into the back of his head and pulling on the strands, a painful yet electrifying sensation, and soon that luscious mouth was pressed against his.  Tongues dueled and lips slid against each other, wet noises drifting in the air along with restrained whimpers.

            Oh yes, he was definitely happy now.

*~*~*~*

            Leaving soon after Touru had begun to clean the table, Shigure made a detour down to his office.  Swiftly walking into the familiar room, he picked up the phone and dialed a number so often used that his fingers already knew where to go before he even thought about it.  Holding the receiver to his ear, his eyes wandered around the room, taking in the décor.

            One ring.

            Then an old memory surfaced.  He remembered when he had first remodeled his room, and Ayame had come over to spend some time together with him.  And what a time they had.

            Two rings.

            Old high school lovers transfored onto a warm friendship with the occasional, more like often, intimate moment.  He smiled lightly as more memories made themselves known to him.

            Three rings.

            He was thinking back to the first time they were together, in that fashion.  What a night that had been.  They were lucky to not have been caught in the position they had found themselves in.  Falling out of the closet nude with your cousin in a similar state of undress, both reeking of the musky scent of sex was not in the agenda of any illicit couple.  But what a sight that would have been.  Talk about coming out of the closet.

            Four rings.

            By now, the tall man was starting to wonder if Ayame had left the house without his cell phone.  No, impossible, the shorter man never went anywhere without it.  He was about to hang up with a voice spoke over the line.

            "Moshi moshi?"

            Shigure arched an eyebrow at the breathless voice before replying teasingly.

            "Ayame, darling, whatever are you doing to be so out of breath?"

            The sexual innuendo was picked up quickly and a snort was heard.

            "Baka, I was in the shower and I had to run to get to my keitai."

            An image of a naked and wet Ayame in the shower assaulted his mind.  Been there, done that, would like to try again.

            "So what did you call me for?"

            He was snapped out of his short little reverie by the slightly irritated voice.  But he knew how to pacify the other man.

            "Well, I thought you might like to hear of some… interesting events that have happened around here."

            There was no bigger gossip than his casual lover, and that was a known fact around the Souma clan.

            "I think you've just been forgiven for disrupting my shower."

            He smirked.  Oh yes, he knew how to get Ayame's attention, in more ways then one.

            "Well, you see…"

*~*~*~*

            Kyou moaned into his cousin's talented mouth.  That tongue was sheer sin.  He nibbled lightly on the deliciously offending object in his mouth and ran his hands teasingly along Yuki's sides.  Pulling his mouth away, he graced the delicate jaw line with wet kisses, biting when he heard an appreciative sigh.  Yuki's fingers were doing wonders to his nipples, and he could barely concentrate on his mouth's descent because of the distraction.  Alright, he took that back.  Not only his tongue, but Yuki himself; the boy was walking sin, every single part of him.  And this was one piece of sin he was ready to have.

            He sucked roughly on a section of that long neck, earning a muffled gasp and a harsh pinch in return.  His tongue fluttered around until it had made its way up behind the silver haired beauty's neck, tickling the sensitive area there.  His hands were busy fiddling around with the buttons on his cousin's shirt, his hips bucking upwards into an equally fervent body pushing downwards.  But his hands were shaking too much and he was frantic to get the thing off, but at this rate, the shirt would never be rid of to reveal his cousin's beautiful body.  Angered, he pulled roughly and he heard the sound of cloth tearing.

            Well, that solved his problem.

*~*~*~*

            A complacent grin was apparent on his face as he walked out into the garden.  He was carrying his laptop just as a guise; he was too distracted to work at the moment.  Ayame said he was going to drop by later to check for himself to see if this turn of events was true or not.  Shigure had to make sure himself, also.  He had just come out to here to get a peek at what was going on.  Hey, curiosity killed the cat, but he was too careful for that.  He walked along the path quietly, until he began to hear suspicious sounds.  Smirking, he rounded the corner around some neatly trimmed shrubbery and caught sight of the two.

            Grinning, he sat down on a nearby bench, barely concealed so as all of them could see each other, if only the other two weren't so… preoccupied.  He just couldn't wait for Ayame to arrive.  It'd been quite a long time since he'd seen his… friend.  So he flipped open his notebook and opened up a blank document, randomly typing things as to give the illusion that he was working as his eyes scanned over the two boys closely. 

            So he was a voyeur.  He admitted it.

*~*~*~*

            He was just about to lean down and let his tongue taste that delectably beckoning skin on his cousin's chest when he felt a sharp blow to his face.  Falling back and sputtering, he saw Yuki hovering above him, flushed and looking oh so delicious, with his fist clenched.  Did he just punch him?!  He was about to demand what the hell was going on in that platinum head of his cousin's, when said boy's voice rang out.