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Warning: YAOI levels at maximum! If you like soft, then it starts that way. It gets better and better the further the story progresses. Viewers are advised.

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Who's the Hamlet? – written by YourGreatestDream

"Nezumi?" Shion stood behind the bookshelves and looked around it to spot his dark-haired friend laying on the bed reading.

"What?" Nezumi answered.

Shion had the book 'Hamlet' in his hands, and as he continued to read it he began to understand it more and more. It helped that there were references to go by on each page which defined the harder vocabulary. However, there was one mystery he still had yet to unravel. "Did Hamlet love Ophelia or not?"

"That's an interpretation that has been debated for decades." Nezumi said, closing the book in his hands and placing in on his cluttered nightstand.

"I want to know what you think!" Shion pressed further.

"Why?" Nezumi cocked an eyebrow. Now-a-days when Shion got stubborn, it implied a 'trap' question. Shion was learning fast, about literature and about life outside No. 6. The boy used to ask questions nonstop, just to obtain knowledge. 'What is that?' or the other common one, 'What does that mean?' were becoming less and less frequent.

Nezumi sighed and scratched the back of his head, his arm reaching above him, and the other resting on his hip. "Tell me what you know of their relationship so far."

"Well," Shion looked back to the book in his hands. "At first it seems as though she's more interested in him. He tells his friends he's going to pretend to be crazy, and then uses her by scaring her with his pretense in order for her to start the message that would predictably reach King Claudius…Hamlet's aim from the start. Then after his speech on 'to be, or not to be', he tells Ophelia that he most certainly doesn't love her, but highly advises her to go to a nunnery to stay away from all the men in the world. After it's too late, he stands over her grave voicing his heart out to her brother his love for her."

Nezumi smirked at Shion across the room with a clever grin.

"Yes." Nezumi said. "Hamlet pretended to be crazy to have people underestimate him, thereby making it much easier on himself to get a shot at killing the king. By the time Ophelia is dead, Hamlet no longer needs to pretend anymore, because he rightfully suspects that the kind has suspicions about his motives. Everything he says over the grave is, however, greatly debated. He still seems crazy, but is it only because he cried wolf too many times and truly is crazed by love, or is he simply trying to put the king's suspicions to rest because of Hamlet's inner conflicts of cowardice he has towards killing the king?"

"But why didn't he tell her? Sure, just moments before he told Ophelia to go screw herself and live life as a nun he told her he loved her. But then he turns around and says 'hah! I tricked you. I loved you not.' Hamlet is a real piece of work." Shion ranted.

Nezumi smiled to himself. Turned out little Shion wanted to have a debate of his own. Cute, but without a closing point. Just what did he want to accomplish with that bout?

"you still haven't told me what you think." Shion remarked. Hamlet, the little grey mouse, climbed up Shion's jacket and onto the boy's shoulder to read the pages he held.

"And what was that again?"

"Do you think Hamlet truly loves Ophelia? You play Ophelia, so you must know."

Nezumi raised an eyebrow at Shion, and raised his hand to Shion's shoulder for mouse-Hamlet to climb over and rest on. "I think Hamlet was head over heals for Ophelia."

On the inside, Shion was happy. He was unsure why, but he intended for the question to be a test for Nezumi. He thought that his relationship with Nezumi closely related to that of Hamlet and Ophelia. Both were complicated and full of trouble.

However, Nezumi's answer pushed aside Shion's worries. Does that mean Nezumi would have the same view if it was him, and not Hamlet?

Shion put the book away. Ever since Nezumi showed up and left during their childhood, he was always on Shion's mind. Even now, whenever Shion was given a room and time to reflect, it would always be Nezumi that surfaced first in his mind above all else. He couldn't stop thinking about the black haired boy that saved his life, and gave him a home when No. 6 no longer was. Nezumi had shown him the world, and that was more than anything Shion could have hoped for.

"What are you looking at me like that for?" Nezumi said.

"Oh, nothing. I was just thinking, if it was down to the two of us, which one would be Ophelia and who would be Hamlet?" Shion wondered.

"You're Ophelia without a doubt." Nezumi put the rat down on the bookshelf. Hamlet scurried back to his two other fluffy companions, Midnight and Croissant.

"But you always play the part of Ophelia! That would make me Hamlet." Shion pouted.

Nezumi stood in front of Shion. Shion looked Nezumi in the face, putting on his best stubbornness.

Nezumi smiled and remarked, "You're still naive and can't walk the streets without getting molested by hoes AND men. You have no drive for revenge, unlike me, and you love children."

Shion was conflicted. He now wanted to ask about the revenge motive now that Nezumi brought it up, but he also was transfixed by the fact that Nezumi had paid so close attention to him. He decided to return the favor.

"You should be Ophelia because you always smell of flowers and wind, you talk to animals like a princess, and you dance like one too!"

"Ha! Mute point since I was leading." Nezumi cocked a smirk and pointed at Shion. "In that respect, you were the princess."

Shion was beat. Nezumi had him by the ropes. It seemed that all was going downhill for this argument.

"Satisfied yet?" Nezumi said, coming in closer so that their faces were close to touching. "Or do you want one more attempt at being on top?"

Shion pulled back, bumping into the bookshelf. The sudden closeness of Nezumi was an obvious challenge: 'kiss me'. Feeling a spark of fear run through him, Shion froze like a dear in headlights.

"That's why I'm Hamlet." Nezumi turned and started walking back to his couch to lie down. Shion hadn't expected Nezumi would do something so demanding. Then again, it was just like him. What a coward he had been just now. Shion felt a determination spark inside him. He wanted to prove Nezumi wrong. But he had to act fast before he could change his mind.

He's been too quiet, have I really scared him more than I intended? Nezumi thought as he turned around to check on Shion.

But Shion was no longer near the bookshelves. Shion's face was pressed against his. It took a split second for Nezumi to register the kiss. Eyes shut tight with determination, Shion's lips pressed against his, with an amateur's grace. Yet, it was cuter than any goodbye kiss. Nezumi watched the charming Shion as he tried to win a petty argument by doing something so unintentionally seductive. Inside, something managed to over-ride Nezumi from deep within. A hidden desire for Shion... or was it ever hidden at all?

Shion...Nezumi placed his hands behind Shion's head, guiding him in deeper. Nezumi pushed forward with his tongue, with an air of expertise, breaking the walls of Shion's defense that was his lips.

Shion once again was shocked, he didn't expect Nezumi to push it further. However, he couldn't back down. Yet an underlying worry struck him. /how far does Nezumi plan to take this?/ Shion thought, as he felt his whole body grow numb as Nezumi's deep kiss entrapped him. Shion's eyes flew open to see Nezumi with his eyes hooded, observing his reaction. The tongue brushed against Shion's teeth, slid across the tips of his canines, then moved deeper and pressed against the far back of Shion's tongue and filled Shion's mouth with a new sensation. Shion felt Nezumi's hands cup the back of his neck and waist, grinding his body against his own. Shion's vision grew hazy. A new feeling erupted from inside him that could only be described as a tingling sense of pleasure. This was... nice.

As he slowly closed his eyes again, Shion's mind began to drift and he realized that he wanted more of this sensation. What else could there be that he didn't know about? Were there more colorations and variations of this revelry? He wanted to know. Shion moved his own tongue, grazing it along Nezumi's.

Nezumi could hardly believe it. Shion wasn't pulling back from the kiss like he expected, but instead welcoming more? /or is he still thinking about that silly argument and wants to be the Hamlet? If that's the case then I'll put him under pressure and he'll see that going so far is not worth the small win of this silly argument./ Nezumi pressed all of his tongue into Shion's mouth, and felt Shion sag in his arms. What was that he felt rub against his leg? Wait, this is serious!

"Shion!" He stopped the kiss and pulled away to help Shion back on his feet.

"Nezumi," Shion breathed. His eyes were glazed over, and his voice had droned down to just above a whisper. "What is this feeling? It's fuzzy and tingly..."

Oh shit... "Shion, those are endorphins. The major base chemical in hormones. Are you ok?" Nezumi put Shion on the couch to sit.

Instead, Shion pushed Nezumi down on the couch and kissed him a second time.

What is going on in that head of yours, Shion? Nezumi thought. Shion broke through and had him. Nezumi looked at his eyes but they were closed. He's lost in it.

Then he felt Shion's hand press behind his neck and he froze. Shion's finger was now resting on top of a major pressure point. Shit. Shion was stronger than him, and now Nezumi had this awful disadvantage. If Shion knew how to use that pressure point I'd be paralyzed for a good ten hours. His thoughts of self preservation were distracted by Shion's tongue sliding around his, and once again he felt that deep desire burn up from somewhere dark and deep within him. Doing his upmost to push back the desires his heart yearned for, he managed to keep check of himself. Shion pulled back from the kiss and raised his eyelids. Shion's eyes were still glazed over, as though he had become drunk from his own emotions. Sexy, Nezumi thought, but a complete amateur. He tried one last time to pull away, and succeeded in managing to sit up.

"Shion." Nezumi tried to shake him back to his senses, but Shion simply dipped forward and pecked him on the lips once more before Nezumi could break it up.

"Shion!" Nezumi said stronger this time. "I'm talking to you, hey!"

Shion pulled at Nezumi's clothes blindly, but Nezumi clasped his hands around Shion's arms and pinned them to his sides.

"I'm not going to take advantage of you! Don't push me, Shion. I don't want to hurt you."

Shion's eye's cleared, and he stared at Nezumi. "Kiss me Nezumi."

"What?"

"Then teach me about sex and this thing you call hormones."

"Shion..."

"I can tell you're holding yourself back."

"For good reason! Shion, do you WANT me to hurt you?"

"I'm stronger physically and I learn fast, if anything I should be the one worried about hurting you."

"Damn it Shion! That's not what I mean! Take a look around the room. If we go through with this, you'll never be able to look at it the same way again. You'll never be able..." Nezumi paused. Never be able to see me the same way again... do I want to say that?

"What?" Shion asked.

"You'll never be able to shrug it off and the relationship between us will never again be simple."

"It never was simple to begin with."

Shion kissed Nezumi sweetly and pulled back. Nezumi could barely contain himself any longer. Shion's cropped white hair, clear-set red eyes, the sexy way they had glazed over in the heat of the moment, everything about him was intoxicating. Nezumi lifted his hand to stroke Shion's red mark on his cheek. Shion had saved him from the rain that day. Shion had stayed, when everyone else would've left. Shion was the one person he had ever cared about other than himself, and the only one to have ever cared about him.

"Don't hold back, Nezumi." Shion whispered.

"Shion..."

Nezumi let his desires come to the surface, and began kissing the soft dips of Shion's neck. His fingers found the rim of Shion's sweater, and pulled it over Shion's head. He licked briefly along Shion's marking around his neck up front, and listened intently to Shion's gasp of shock as he kept the sweater locked around Shion's arms. He would release him later, but first he would have his fun.

Nezumi grinned.

Shion watched as Nezumi pushed him down against the couch and pinned his arms above his head at the arm of the couch. His eyes looked down at him with desire. Shion let his head down to rest atop the run-down cushion. Nezumi, in one solid movement, had rendered Shion immobile: trapping his arms above his head with one hand, and trapping his legs between Nezumi's knees. He had even anchored Shion's waist with his own, and with each slight movement made, more sensations like before began to build up inside Shion. Nezumi touched his free hand to Shion's chin to lift his face to another kiss, but this time Nezumi held nothing back, and Shion's back arched up in ecstasy, erotically bending his waist against Nezumi's crotch. Nezumi placed his free hand from the chin to the arched lower back, pulling it closer so that their midriffs pressed hard against each other.

Shion felt Nezumi's passion in more than just his kiss, and he felt himself fall. It felt like pressing a button that closed off the mind and switched the default mode to base instincts, and with each touch Nezumi gave him, love and desire overflowed from the core of Shion's being. Shion's rational thought took a step back and observed the action like watching through a window.

Shion looked up at Nezumi. Now the sweater was tied in a knot and Nezumi had both hands sliding across Shion's chest. No longer immobile, Shion wrapped his tied arms over Nezumi's head.

A sadistic, sharp pain filled him from head to toe with pleasure. Nezumi tweaked Shion's right nipple with one hand, and wrapped the other hand inside Shion's pants and around his crotch. Nezumi kissed him with more passion than all other kisses combined. Damn. Shion was in sweet agony, and his body quenched with pleasure. Shion let out a moan which was muted by their kiss, and Nezumi rose an eyebrow in amusement.

Shion clawed Nezumi's back for support. The clawing heightened Nezumi's pace and he bent down, taking Shion's soft nipple into his mouth and teased him with his tongue. He unzipped Shion's pants and had both hands to entertain Shion's lower half, and Shion doubled over; his heart racing and face blooming red. His breath came in short gasps and he reflexively held Nezumi tightly to him. Nezumi took one hand aside and covered it in lube. He then placed it lower, sliding it over Shion's soft ass, and brushed the place to sink his fingers in.

"Nezumi! Wait that, ah...eh-" A spittle of drool had escaped his mouth, and Shion's eyes were heated to the point of tears.

"Relax." Nezumi said. "It needs to be prepared first..." Shion could feel Nezumi's fingers slipping around his erection. Two fingers behind slowly penetrated through, and Shion doubled over. It hurts, but how can pain be so captivating? So enticing?

Hot. The temperature in the room had risen to nearly that of a desert climate. Now sitting up, a bead of sweat ran down Shion's temple to drip from his cheekbone and land on the back of Nezumi's head; which began working between Shion's legs. Shion, suddenly exposed to Nezumi's swift and gentle assault with his mouth, fell back onto the couch crying out with an erotic voice, his head fuming with incomparable feelings that had the intensity to be almost tangible. Inside him he felt his insides quench deliciously; bunching into tight knots that screamed with delightful pleasure.

"Ahh..." Shion gasped.

Nezumi looked up passed Shion's abdomen, and from down below, he continued working his tongue up Shion's lean frame while tracing his snake-like scar with his nose, slowly and expertly passed his waist, stomach, chest, and collar bone and across his neck until his gaze fell upon Shion's face; locking in on his glazed-over red eyes underneath that charming white hair. Nezumi kept his sight on Shion's alluring face, as he returned to the spot between Shion's knees. Nezumi curled his tongue wickedly in his mouth around it. I want to see all of your expressions: your fears, your pain, your tears...your love.

"Aaah!" Shion cried out in response.

Nezumi slid the rest of Shion's pants off, exposing him completely.

"I'm fucking envious of this tattoo of yours." Nezumi said, sliding his tongue up the marking that wrapped around Shion like a constructing snake.

Everywhere Nezumi's tongue touched began to grow hot underneath Shion's skin. Shion could feel Nezumi's tongue tantalizingly slow in it's approach to his neck. Nezumi ceased his trail of tongue and slowly kissed his way around Shion's neck, teasing him.

Shion could hardly take it any more. Each kiss sent him the equivalent of an electric shock to his senses, but it was going too slow! Whenever Nezumi stopped doing whatever it was down there, it would hurt. But why? The look in Nezumi's eyes, he's doing it on purpose! Fuck me, damn you! Shion unbuttoned Nezumi's pants and with one quick tug, whisked them to the floor.

Nezumi had reached Shion's cheek by then. In return for Shion's impatience, Nezumi kissed him full on and with the same two fingers he penetrated inside of Shion, faster and harder.

"Mmmn!" Shion wanted to scream but Nezumi wouldn't let him. Shion's scream was swallowed by the mouth covering his own.

His fingers still inside, Nezumi ended the kiss to watch Shion under his burning gaze. With that hand down there he skillfully moved his thumb forward and entice both areas at once. Nezumi guided Shion's arms around his back with his other hand, giving Shion an anchor to keep him from falling off the couch.

Nezumi twisted his fingers to the left, and Shion shook with orgasmic tremors. Continually moving his hand expertly, Nezumi searched for the place that would unfold all of Shion's nerves.

Shion's insides reeled at the tightness of his ass, but then Nezumi's fingers reached just a bit further and touched upon a very sensitive spot.

"Ahh! That feels weird Nezumi..." Shion said, and self awareness finally registered the drool running down his chin.

"That's where it feels best, doesn't it?" Nezumi said. "Look how wet you've become up front here, you must really enjoy this..."

Nezumi threw his tongue into Shion's open mouth and after one long kiss, withdrew his hand. Shion gazed up at Nezumi's eyes through his heavy lashes and became transfixed. Nezumi's black, always tied back hair was hanging loose, and wet bangs dangled in front of Nezumi's face. Those constant, stormy grey eyes were now a warm silver.

Then pain. Hot, tight pain flooded Shion's senses. Nezumi was inside him, revealing Shion to a power much more livid and toxic. Lust.

Nezumi watched Shion's cries and expressions intensely, committing all he observed to memory. Shion...

Nezumi pulled back, giving Shion air to breathe. The release suddenly left Shion with a sense of longing. Shion felt Nezumi's return and then the spot further inside him was reached.

"Agh!" Shion cried out in unexpected pleasure and pain. His insides were going wild, and he could feel the beat of his heart going miles per minute. He could feel Nezumi's too, which had also increased at similar intensity.

Nezumi shifted, and Shion gasped at the sudden movement, and collapsed once more on the couch, his body begging for release.

Again and again Nezumi plunged into the depths of Shion's being, and when at last they came, Nezumi pulled out and landed on top of Shion, breathing hard and looking sweaty and fulfilled. However, Shion looked absolutely spent.

"You came faster than expected." Nezumi said.

"Came?"

"Ugh...Let me try putting it in terms you'll understand. It's that moment when your emotions pour out-"

"Wasn't that the whole thing?"

"-along with your sperm."

"What's the stuff you put on at that time?" Shion asked.

"Lube. You don't know how hard it was for me to get that. It's rare here."

"Oh. Now I know what all the fuss around sex is about."

"Welcome to Lust-Ville."

Shion hugged Nezumi.

"I love you, Nezumi."

"You're one sappy sucker, aren't you?"