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Assumptions - 03

Breathless, I pulled away from his lips, swiftly turning my head. His wandering lips met my cheek instead of my own lips and his brow wrinkled in confusion. His hands came around to cup either side of my face, resting our foreheads together as we panted, gasped for breath.

"Why are you stopping?" His needy whisper that sounded like sex.

Fuck. That didn't help.

I growled, seizing his lips in another breath-taking kiss that sent shivers up and down my spine. It broke seconds later, both of us gasping again.

"I can't do this now." I breathed, struggling to reel in my rabidly growing libido.

Lust sparked in his eyes; I could feel his smile curling against my lips. His hand trailed down to the front of my pants, cupping me lightly and squeezing. A groan escaped my throat, eliciting a giggle from Fai. The other wandering hand loosened my tie, fingers expertly popping buttons through the holes of my shirt. Excited hips ground against me.

"You seem perfectly capable to me…"

My hands clenched his hips, stilling his movements. He whined, clearly annoyed at being denied.

"Kuro-tan, I want you to fuck me." It was a command.

I don't take kindly to being ordered, but you wouldn't believe how much that turned me on.

"Kuro-chu?"

That sweet voice reached my ears, speckled with uncertainty rather than its usual air of confidence. Damn it all.

"We can't do this now…" I felt him flinch, if only slightly. His arms fell back into his lap and he sat up straight, looking uncomfortable. Then he grinned, thin lips stretched across a forced smile, and laughed nervously. I cleared my throat, beginning to button up my shirt and straighten my tie. He registered what I was doing, and the grin tightened.

"You're serious…" I remained silent, thinking of a way to explain myself- perhaps I could just avoid an explanation altogether.

"Kuro-rin?"

Probably not.

Blue eyes fixated on mine, waiting for a reason as to why we weren't screwing each other senseless on my desk. He started again.

"I'm…confused, I though there was….something here?" He began to twist his fingers nervously, that damned smile still stretched from ear to ear. The last thing I wanted to do was reject him…

I sighed, scratching the back of my neck, tearing my eyes away from his. I couldn't look at him. It made me feel like shit.

"There…is. I just need to do something first," I mumbled quietly, hoping he'd take that as explanation enough. A moment of silence, then a quick gasp.

Fuck. He guessed it, didn't he?

"Oh my god…do you- are you-" I cut him off, not wanting to hear him say it.

"Yes, alright?! Yes!"

Blue eyes widened in fear and disgust. Wait. Disgust?

"You have an STI and you didn't tell me!? You fucking asshole!!" he screamed in fury.

Wait, what?! No!

He began hitting me, repeating 'asshole' in various languages and flailing violently. I gripped his shoulders, trying to still him enough to correct his assumptions. Of course, It was rather difficult when he wouldn't stop swatting me.

I gripped his wrists and pushed him back on the desk, holding him down as he continued thrashing and screeching at me.

"Would you hold still for a second!"I hollered, fingers tightening around his delicate skin. He scoffed indignantly and tried to knee me in the crotch. He would have succeeded too, had I not thrown my entire weight on top of him. I'd never seen him this worked up. It was kind of turning me on…again.

Not helping.

"No! Why the hell-"

"I don't have an STI!" I shouted , my eyes blazing in frustration. He stopped struggling, though his frame was tense, and quieted for a moment.

We were both breathing hard as he absorbed the information and I awaited the verdict.

"Oh…I'm sorry." I stifled a groan as a deep pink blossomed across his cheeks. Releasing him, I sat up, resting my hand against the junction of his neck and shoulder. He leaned into my touch, smiling abashedly. I had to beat down a grin that tugged at my lips. This was a serious situation…but….

He really is adorable sometimes- when he isn't being an idiot…which is all of the time, so he's actually just an idiot…

Hesitantly, his hands reached up to clutch the fabric of my shirt, pulling me closer to him. There was silence for a moment. I could almost see the cogs working in his mind, trying to figure me out.

I would have to tell him. He already knew I had something, and it most certainly wasn't an STI. His timid whisper reached my ears.

"Then…why?" He gazed at me expectantly as I struggled to find the right words to explain my current situation.

I was really hoping he would understand. I never stuttered…ever. Except for right now, as I searched for the appropriate words. I really didn't want to hurt him.

He was speaking again.

"What, are you married or something?"

I froze, my eyes slowly traveling from the edge of his sweater to his blue eyes, which widened in realization. He had asked it jokingly, probably attempting to ease the tension.

It only succeeded in causing more.

Time stopped for a moment as he gazed at me in disbelief, searching for any answer other than the one my body language was giving him. I waited, glued to widened eyes.

"WHAT?!" he shouted, alarmed. His palms slammed into my chest, shoving me away, and I stumbled backwards as I tried to keep my balance.Fai stood, body rigid, mouth hanging open in shock.

"You're married?!"

He ran to the door, flinging it open violently. My hand gripped the back of his shirt as he ran halfway out the door, pulling him back against my chest.

He had to know that this wasn't what it seemed, he had to know that I wanted him more than anything at the moment.

I began, voice intensely quiet against his ear, his soft hair tickling my nose.

"It's not what you think-"

"Not what I think!? You're fucking married!" he shouted angrily, twisting to face me.

"I'm not married yet!" He rolled his eyes and tried to shove me away.

"And? You're still in a relationship with somebody else?!" Every word felt like a stab in the chest.

This isn't what I wanted. Why couldn't things ever be easy?

My next words were spoken so quickly, I hardly registered what I was saying. Everything just seemed to tumble from my mouth in a massive case of word vomit.

"It's an arranged marriage. We don't like each other romantically. We have an agreement. I just promised I'd tell her before I got into anything with anybody. My parents don't know yet, but we intend on telling them….!"

The clock's ticking sounded awfully loud to my ears as we both stood silently, staring each other in the eyes. It felt like Fai would flee at any given moment - my heart beat faster in my chest. Then he spoke, low and quiet.

"Let go of me."

I could feel my throat sliding into my stomach, a heavy disappointment settling within me.

"Hold on-" His fingers came up to shush me, a soft smile blooming on his face, hesitating for only a moment, he swiftly tilted his head up, our lips connecting in a sweet kiss that left me longing for more. Eyes closed in concentration, he took a step back out of the reach of my searching hands.

"I just need to think, and I can't do that with you touching me."

That was unexpected- I nearly fell to my knees in thanks to whatever powers that be.

He was going to think on it. That was better than rejection…that was so much better than rejection.

I remained silent, the barest hint of a smile on my lips. He made his way towards the door, eyes locked with mine.

"So let me just…think about it, okay Kuro-chu?"

Alright, that just killed my good mood.

As he disappeared out the door I shouted my customary "shit head" after him, grumbling about the current source of my fantasies.

At least he was thinking about it. Now I just had to get in touch with Tomoyo. And things would be good…right?

Right?

Jesus fuck, I hoped so.

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