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Now don’t
tell me, you didn’t see that coming! It was your idea after all!
I never asked for a-err, sorry, just..discussing matters with my muse. Nothing
important.(Turns back to Scene) And I don’t care, if the seiyuu is your
protegé, I don’t need another dozen fics about the Yugi gang in my head! Your
sisters are already troubling me enough with their plots, so why don’t you just
go on and..do whatever you muses do!

Scene: Fine, but don’t come crying to me,
when my sisters and I abandon you for twelve muse days straight!

Felidae: Ha! I wish!!

Scene: Uhh, a muse day is eight years in
your time…

Felidae:
blinks…

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Umi no kaze

3. 17
hours, 54 minutes left

Frozen in
shock, Tsunami’s mind tried to comprehend the feelings racing through his body,
before he broke the contact.

Gasping, he
gawked at Joey.

“You..you
love-me? But how-? Why-?” he stuttered, and his vis-à-vis gave a small,
slightly embarassed chuckle.

“Why not? I
mean, you’re goodlooking, gentle, proud, fair, brave..I could go on like this
the whole night, the list is nearly endless. Besides, love doesn’t need
reasons, as far as I know.”

Marko
nodded, slowly, heitantly, before fixing his gaze back on the floor. Concerned,
Joey placed a hand on his shoulder.

“Marko? You
ok? I’m sorry, I dind’t mean to freak you out, but-“

“It’s not
that, it’s just that-“ sighing, Marko turned around to face him again,

“nobody
ever loved me. Not like that, anyway.”

Warm,
sensual hands clasped around his face, as he was drawn into another kiss, this
one more needy and passionate than the first. Several more followed, getting
hungrier each time, until their tongues were enlocked in a feverish struggle.

Pulling the
younger teen with him, Marko lay back on the bed, letting his new-found lover
trace the lines of his jaw, neck and shoulders. Nimble fingers followed, explored, stroked every single sinew and knot on his heavily muscled chest and
well-developed arms. Letting his own calloused hand glide through silky, blond
tresses, he gave a small, amused grunt.

“Heh. Who
would have thought, Joey Wheeler was gay?” he mused. Joey grinned in reply.

“Who said I
was?” Confusion crept over Marko’s face.

“Ever heard
the term bisexual?” The grin was now purely carnal, sending shivers down Marko’s
back.

“I see. So
you choose fish and fowl, huh?” he concluded, which was confirmed by a
nod.

“Doubles
the pleasure. Speaking of which..” Marko gasped aloud, when he felt a warm hand
slip into his loincloth, wrap itself around his barely errect member and bring
it to full attention with a few well-timed strokes.

“Damn,
Wheeler, how the hell-?” he panted, just to be silenced by another hungry kiss.
His brain started turning mushy, as Joey continued his stroking and kissing,
and he tried to give back with interest.

“Let’s just
say, I had a lot of practice”, hushed Joey, as he gave a particulary twisted
flick with his thumb, which made Marko nearly double over in ecstasy.