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Who: Nezumi & Shion
Setting: Their bed. Duh.
Warnings: Virgin taking time

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[Ask Nezumi and it was clear he wanted Shion. He didn't go around risking his neck in No. 6 for just anybody, welcoming strangers into his home (unlike a certain now white haired idiot), or generally ensuring the well being of another. Outside No. 6, everybody was out for themselves and Nezumi knew that lesson well. He lived by it. But he just couldn't leave Shion by himself. Rescuing him wasn't good enough. He needed to have an eye on Shion -- and not just because he'd saved him

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[When the door opened and Nezumi came in, Shion tensed up instantly. Although after a beat of Nezumi's apparent indifference to his nudity, he relaxed. Perhaps it would have been out of disappointment for anyone else but no. Shion was determined and he knew he was right. He was an idiot to Nezumi but he wasn't stupid. He clutched his hand into a fist and brought it to his chest. While he knew he was still blushing, that didn't deter his voice whatsoever. When he spoke, it was perfectly strong and sure.]

Until you decide to properly take me and join our bodies together.

[A beat.]

Nezumi...[Hesitation but only because he wasn't sure how he wanted to phrase what he wanted without sounding as direct and dry as Safu had.]

I know that you think I'm an idiot. That I don't know anything worth knowing. But there are some things I do know. I know that I could never kill you. I know that you become restless in your sleep when you're having a bad dream. I know that you don't care for anyone else but yourself. [A deep breath and he lowered his

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[Nezumi stared at Shion. He was trying to hold it in, he really was. But Shion, he never changed. As much as Nezumi made fun of him for it, he really did love it. He listened carefully to Shion's every word. It was a crude speech but it still gripped him on edge. Nezumi made a mental note to make Shion read Twelfth Night. He laughed and yes, it was taunting, but it was more gentle than his hysteric response to dry irony.]

You still talk like an airhead.

[Shion really was an idiot. He bottled his feelings in until now and decided to display them like this? He kept his gaze on Shion, removing his shirt and adding it to the pile with scarf. He stripped comfortably piece by piece until all he wore was his confident smirk and the scars on his back. It was about time.]

You're such a late bloomer, Shion.

[Nezumi closed the distance between them and the springs groaned under his additional weight on the edge of the bed. He carefully studied Shion's expression for any hesitance but none was to be found. Nezumi narrowed his eyes as he

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I do not.

[He clenched the sheets with one hand and narrowed his eyes defiantly at Nezumi. He opened his mouth to say more on the matter but Nezumi was stripping his clothes off and that was enough to reduce Shion to a quiet mess. He had seen Nezumi naked once or twice before but never like this. Like this and he was beautiful. Shion stared at his muscular body, toned from years of running away and fighting. His eyes trailed down to the dark patch of hair directly over Nezumi's--

His blush reddened further and he brought his eyes back up to that handsome face he was so infatuated with. Those eyes. They were the only thing he could focus on as Nezumi drew closer to him. This was the acceptance he had been so assured of receiving yet so nervous regardless. At the insult, Shion felt a lick of frustration.]

I am not a late bloomer. I've had sexual reactions before. It's just that...

[He swallowed thickly as Nezumi got onto the bed with him. This was it. He shifted back to allow for more room for the other but otherwise didn't change