The Weiss (and Schwarz) boys are in here, true, but the fic is mainly focused on Touma, who is an original character (you'll run across the beggar on nearly every page >.<), and Miru-Miru, who I got from a manga - "Little Angel Come Down the Earth". For scans, check out this link: Images! And there's the one below I colored on the computer. ^_^

He's cute, but he's young (though not as young as the angel-kid Miru-Miru's crush was trying to molest), so I guess this fic counts as SHOTKAN - be aware, ne? ^o^ Of course, seeing as he's a supernatural being - hell, maybe Miru-Miru's *older* than Touma! Who can say?!

Um... I think that's about it. ^_^ Hope the fic's as fun to read as it was to write! ^o^

matte ja ne!
KnM ^_^

Miru-Miru

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~*~ Like Coals To Newcastle ~*~
by Kuwabara no Miko

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It was a bright and sunny day. The weather was unseasonably warm for early spring, and the couples were out in romance-driven droves, filling the quaint stone-paved pathways of the local park with their amiable chatter.

A sandy-haired youth in his late teens or early twenties, clad in a pair of faded jeans, a cut-off tank, and -- perhaps as a nod to the fact that it was barely the far side of winter -- a light denim jacket, sat on a lone park bench, one sneakered foot planted on the opposite knee. He perched with easy carelessness and a studied air of nonchalant indifference to the courting couples strolling around him. There was really nothing to set him apart from the crowd, save the simmering heat in those heavy lidded violet eyes... and the fact that he was all alone on this perfect February day; was not a doting half of one of the blissfully oblivious pairings wandering the parkways.

It seemed more than likely that the cynical set to his fine features, the sardonic curve of his full mouth, and the silently burning flames in his hooded eyes had something to do with this status. Kiryuu Touma was a youth geared toward one-night stands; possibly a handful of nights -- and days -- if the bishonen pleased him. But he had never had any desire to become one of the simpering idiots parading before his scornful gaze, lowing happily as they followed the ring in their nose. He was out enjoying the nice day, wasn't even on the prowl for a good lay. It was as simple as that.

However, somebody had a different idea.

Thick, tawny brows drew down in a slight frown as Touma removed his left arm from where it was stretched out over the top of the bench back. There was a soft 'pon' sound, the sense of displaced air, and stormy violet eyes narrowed as Touma's gaze swung toward the source of the disturbance.

"Anou na...."

If Touma had been the sort who startled easily, he might have fallen off his seat. As it was, one ginger brow rose in mild surprise, while the rest of his face remained unmoving. "What are *you* supposed to be?" he inquired of the being suddenly perched where his arm had just been.

Wide red eyes snapped to his answering stare. "Ara~?! You can see me?!"

"Un," Touma confirmed, letting his gaze rest on the strange specter. The child looked to be about eleven or maybe a small twelve. He had a mop of golden hair to go with those slanted crimson eyes, and Touma could have sworn he was looking at an image of himself at that age, if the boy's coloring had been a few shades darker on all counts. Of course, *he* had never worn anything as tacky as the revealing black leather body suit the brat was clad in, and he had certainly never had slitted pupils, little bat-wings sprouting from his back, or a pointed tail.

"Is this real?" He gave the tail a light tug, and nearly had his fingers sliced by its sharp-edged end as the boy whipped it away.

"Don't DO that!" The supernatural chibi glared at him, pointed tail twitching behind him like an angry cat's, a sulky expression fattening his lower lip and darkening those brilliant eyes. "You're not supposed to touch!"

"Ho?" Touma smirked. "You're telling *me* that? You don't know me very well, chibi."

The boy stuck out his tongue. "I know you as well as I need to, Kiryuu Touma! And don't call me 'chibi'!!"

The other tawny brow rose this time. "You have a name then?"

"Hai," the boy sniffed, his leathery wings fluttering as he launched himself into the air and hovered before Touma. "Miru-Miru desu. But you're not supposed to be able to *see* me!" He pouted, folding spindly arms and giving Touma an offended glare.

"Hn." Touma sent him a suspicious look. "I'm not, huh? Then what are you doing here?"

Miru-Miru grinned cheekily and closed one eye, placing a black-gloved finger before his mouth. "That's a secret!"

"Bullshit," Touma retorted, settling back and sprawling himself over the park bench again. He waved a hand. "Flit away, chibi."

"Hidoi!" Miru-Miru stamped a little foot on nothing. "I'm here to bring you True Love!!"

Touma eyed him incredulously, then snorted violently. "Pull the other one! You think you're one of Cupid's messengers, do you?"

Miru-Miru giggled, wrapping his arms around his legs and doing a quick mid-air somersault. "Well, I'm the closest *you're* going to get!" He perched on Touma's knee, light as a feather. "Would you rather have one of those simpering, white-winged do-gooders trying to hook you up in a life-long relationship with 'a nice girl'?" He cackled with husky laughter at Touma's horrified expression. "Sou sou, then don't be so quick to dismiss me!" He winked, running a hand over his slim chest. "If nothing else, I'm here to get you a good lay!"

"No thank you." Miru-Miru squealed, tumbling in the air as Touma stood abruptly. "I don't need any help in that area, I'll have you know!" He gave the little devil a sizzling glare, which Miru-Miru returned. Sparks crackled between the violet and crimson eyes. "Go off and find someone else to irritate!"

"Not likely, *Niichan*!" was the retort.

Touma spent another moment glaring in response to the deliberately accented honorific, then simply walked away. He was starting to get some odd looks, even in this love-drugged crowd -- he figured it probably appeared as though he was talking to himself. He didn't mind that he was alone on a day like this, didn't care what anyone thought of *that*, but to be considered insane wasn't high on his list of images he wanted to project.

"Matte~ yo~!"

He ignored the little voice behind him and continued walking. Not strolling, but not *quite* striding, either. Kiryuu Touma might walk away from annoyances or trouble, but he never full-out retreated!

It didn't do any good, though. There was a dry fluttering sound at his right shoulder, and he didn't have to look back to know that the brat was keeping pace.

"Go. Away."

"Iie~!" Miru-Miru did another roll in the air and popped into the edge of his peripheral vision. "Not until I find you a nice bishonen to spend the day; and night; with!"

Touma gritted his teeth. "I told you," he muttered out of the corner of his mouth. "I don't need any help in that!"

"Demo, demo yo!" Miru-Miru grabbed onto his shoulder, gliding and getting a free ride. Touma thought evil thoughts about how he could get shed of the chibi; preferably in violent ways. "How can you resist the offer?" Wide, slanted red eyes batted at him, and Touma was unsettled at how much the demon-child truly looked like himself at twelve. "Think of it -- a hot seme-bishonen, a lovely little uke-bishonen... yours for the taking! How can you say 'no'?"

Touma stopped in his tracks, and Miru-Miru went tumbling over his shoulder. The devil-brat flailed a moment, then squeaked and righted himself. A stormy crimson glare flew to meet Touma's face, then Miru-Miru quailed a little at the expression carved on those handsome features.

"NO!" Touma bellowed forcefully, hands on his hips. Then he smiled sweetly. "That's how I can say 'no'."

"H-h-hidoi!" Miru-Miru's eyes filled with moisture, the tears steaming away into salty vapor even as they spilled over onto his cheeks. "Touma-niichan no BAKA!!!"

Touma watched with a great deal of satisfaction and not the slightest hint of regret as the chibi-devil fled in a flap of leathery wings and the swish of a sharp tail. The kid had been intriguing, true, but talk about irritating!

"Yeesh." Touma shook his head and then shoved his hands in his jacket pockets. "Of all things." He sighed, and decided a return to his apartment was in order -- maybe with a quick detour for some take-out. He'd been restless, feeling stir-crazy, and thus the trip to the park, but Miru-Miru had convinced him that this wasn't a safe place to be.

Touma cast a wandering eye over the people he passed as he made his way toward the exit gate. There *were* some nice bishonen about... but he wasn't feeling horny enough to bother, and he *definitely* didn't need any assistance, despite what a certain somebody might think!

He let his gaze linger a little over a gorgeous red-head, who was seated by the fountain that marked the center of the park, staring at an ice cream cone in confusion. The guy's eyes were the same vivid violet as Touma's, but more Japanese in shape. It looked odd when combined with the blinding hair and the near-white skin tones that came with being a red-head. Touma wondered just what the hell kind of genes had gone into giving the man his looks! He certainly was attractive, though. He was also sitting with a little slip of a school-girl, who was definitely *way* too young to be his koibito. Touma sneered privately. At least when he occasionally went for middle-schoolers, he chose ones prettier than himself! That girl had nothing on her male companion as far as looks went.

Well, maybe she was his imouto.

"What about that one?!"

Touma's eyes flew wide, though to his credit he stifled any other sort of response, as sudden weight pressed on his shoulder and a husky little voice breathed in his ear. He should have known it wouldn't be so easy.

"Get away from me." He couldn't help it. He knew he ought to ignore the brat, but Miru-Miru just seemed to provoke reaction from him against his will.

"He's pretty! I can get him away from the girl and make him fall madly in lust with you!" Miru-Miru leaned over Touma's shoulder, eyes bright with inquiry. "Ne? Ne?"

"Dame da," Touma glared, resuming his interrupted path toward the exit.

"Why not?"

Touma sighed and rolled his eyes. "He's obviously a half-wit if he can't even figure out what that is he's holding in his hand -- think he'd be any better in bed? Besides, if that's his taste in women, I am *definitely* not interested!"

"I want an ice cream...." Miru-Miru hung in the air, staring at the red-head's melting sweet enviously, one finger in his mouth. "M-matte!" He hurried to catch up.

"Get lost."

"Hidoi!"

Touma ground his teeth and decided to ignore the brat from here on out.

"What about that one!" A little gloved hand pointed.

Against his will, Touma looked. Then he blinked. "Which one?"

"Either one!" Miru-Miru said cheerfully, clinging to Touma's shoulder once more. Touma took note absently that the boy smelled of spices and musk, and just a little of sulfur. "They're both pretty!"

"Hn." Touma ran assessing eyes over the odd pair that were standing quarreling before a vendor's cart. One was tall, powerfully built yet slim, with warm honey-chestnut curls hanging about his lovely face and neko-green eyes snapping over low-hanging sunglasses. The other only came to the first man's chin; small, slender, and pretty enough to be a girl, with golden hair and blue eyes - coloring unusual in Tokyo. Though not really any more unusual than the red-head's had been.

Touma unexpectedly smirked. "You're a little slow on the uptake, aren't you, chibi?"

"Nanda?!" Miru-Miru demanded, clinging to Touma's shoulder as he continued on his way past the two. "Nanda-nanda?! What are you talking about?!"

"Never mind." Touma flapped a hand, a wicked grin still curving his mouth. "You ought to have done your homework better is all."

Miru-Miru frowned at him in confusion, still clinging to his shoulder. "I don't understand...."

Touma ignored him and continued on his way, already considering which take-out place he wanted to stop into. "Hmmm...."

"Zap! Zap!"

The vocalization was accompanied by crackles of energy that crawled along Touma's skin and prickled the roots of his hair.

He blinked, glancing back. "Chibi...?"

Miru-Miru glared. "I told you not to call me that!"

"What did you just do?" Touma wanted to know, voice and eyes darkening with suspicion.

The imp grinned... well, impishly, clasping his hands behind his back, little booted heels kicking up. "Nan demo nai!"

Touma's brows lowered.

"Dai~jou~bu!" Miru-Miru pursed his lips. "I just Zapped them with a few lust waves -- for each other!" he hastened to add. He smiled a little sheepishly at Touma. "They're too pretty to be fighting on a day like today."

"Uh-huh...." Touma gave Miru-Miru a last hard look, then glanced at the two bishonen under discussion. Thick gold-brown brows rose. From the steamy looks the two were exchanging, Miru-Miru had spoken nothing but the truth. Touma just hoped they made it to privacy before the chibi-devil's dosing took full effect.

"You try Zapping me, brat, and I'll brain you before you know what happened," he promised darkly. Usually he prided himself on employing more finesse in his threats, but this was a subject he didn't dare risk misunderstandings on.

"Biiii~!" Miru-Miru pulled down one lower lids and blew Touma a raspberry as the young man resumed his walk out of the park. "Meanie!" Miru-Miru hovered a moment, sulking, but as Touma simply passed through the park gates and vanished around the corner, he squeaked and hurried to catch up.

"You left me behind!" he accused, grasping at the denim covering Touma's shoulder.

"I only wish," Touma muttered.

Miru-Miru cast a gleaming red eye about, seeking a likely bishonen. Now he knew why he'd been assigned to Kiryuu Touma... and why Kiryuu Touma was his *only* assignment; when the other Messengers -- little angels and the handful of little devils -- each got a quiver-full of targets!

"There!" he pointed over Touma's shoulder, skinny legs kicking up behind him. This would be easier if Touma hadn't been able to *see* him -- then he could just have picked a bishonen and Zapped them both! But since Touma *had* seen him, he had play by the rules, and make sure he chose a guy Touma wanted. No fun at all!

Well... a little fun.

After all, Bishonen-Hunting *was* one of his favorite sports!

"Eh?" Lazy violet eyes moved to follow Miru-Miru's extended finger, across the busy street. "Another couple?" Touma asked incredulously.

"But lookit them!" Miru-Miru drooled a little as he stared at the tall, slender bishonen with silvery hair and ice-blue eyes, who was striding silently down the sidewalk beside his companion, a bubbly, bouncing teenaged bishonen all of lanky limbs who had long, shaggy chestnut hair and wide, slanted topaz eyes filled with enough wicked humor to put Miru-Miru to shame. "Kirei..." he uttered wistfully.

"Surely you're aware..." Touma prompted, glancing at the little devil out of the corner of his eye, mouth slanting upward with evil amusement. "Whoever's in charge can't have sent you out so ill informed...?"

"Nanda?" Miru-Miru blinked in confusion. "You've already had one of them?"

"Heh." That was a singularly self-satisfied smirk.

Wide crimson eyes fluttered. "Both?!" Miru-Miru yelped.

"Heh." Touma strolled along the sidewalk, making sure the couple in question didn't see him... though he took a last, lingering look at the tight denim-cupped bottom of the younger one before they moved out of his line of sight. "I do miss Kaoru...."

"I could Zap him!" Miru-Miru offered hopefully.

"Urusai!" Touma growled, turning and striding briskly along his way.

"Mou~! Why do you have to make this so hard?!"

Touma reached without looking and grabbed hold of the scanty leather making up what might be called Miru-Miru's collar -- if it hadn't opened down to his navel -- then pressed the squalling chibi up against a convenient wall.

"Look." Violet eyes flashed. "Number one, just because I'm highly-sexed and act on this fact, does NOT mean I'm not picky!" He shook the little devil lightly for emphasis. "Number two, I'm not 'looking' today! And, number three -- I. Don't. Need. Your. Help!" He glared. "If I wanted a bishonen, I would go GET one - I don't need you to Zap anyone! Don't insult me by thinking otherwise!"

Miru-Miru sniffled, red eyes filling up with tears again. "Wah~!!! Touma-niichan, HIDOI~!!!!"

Touma sighed and released the chibi. At least if no one could see Miru-Miru, no one would accuse him of picking on a grade-schooler! Though to be seen standing here, yelling at a brick wall....

Not that a brick wall was any more dense than a certain chibi-brat!

"Argh!" He stomped on his way, wailing chibi clinging to his shoulder. He should have just stayed in bed today -- or at least just sat and watched television instead of visiting the park! There wasn't any winning in this situation!

Through a sheer focused force of will, Touma managed to completely ignore the fitfully weeping imp now hanging over his shoulder. It wasn't easy, but if he couldn't shake the brat, this was the best he could do.

Waiting to cross the street, Touma felt a tinge of sympathy for a fellow pedestrian -- a young lion cub of a boy who was enduring silently as a spritely brown-haired girl bounced in circles around him, babbling on at about a dozen words per second. He watched as she pulled the boy by main force across the crosswalk when the light turned in their favor. That girl had enough energy to power half of Tokyo -- at least she was cute, in a somewhat obnoxious way. Touma had never held any interest in females, not as long as he could remember, but he could tell the good from the bad, and while she was loud and hyperactive, this one *was* kind of cute, and her face might very well be pretty someday.

The boy, though.... Touma locked violet eyes on the little stoic as they passed one another. Beautiful, absolutely beautiful right now. A cap of sunlight hair, indifferent expression on his perfect, even features, simmering gold-amber eyes that were filled with the strong emotions his face and rigid posture denied....

Very definitely--

"You like them young?!"

Touma gritted his teeth as the moment passed and he and the young cub stepped up onto opposite curbs. "Isn't there any way I can be rid of you?!"

Miru-Miru folded his arms over Touma's shoulder, hanging like an oversized kitten, and grinned. "Sure! Find me someone to Zap!"

"Iie!"

"That's my assignment!" Miru-Miru protested. "I hafta! Otherwise, I gotta hang around you all day!"

Touma closed his eyes, a singularly pained expression crossing his face. But he'd caught a flicker of hope there. "Only today? You won't still be around tomorrow?"

Miru-Miru sulked. "I won't fail!"

"You're gone by tomorrow?" Touma pressed. It wasn't the greatest solution, but it was a better prospect than none.

"Yeah...."

"Hn." Well, he'd like to be shed of his tormentor sooner -- five minutes ago would be nice -- but if he *had* to, he could endure for another twelve hours....

"I won't fail!" Miru-Miru declared again, little voice determined.

Touma slitted his eyes. "Don't expect me to feed you tonight, chibi."

"Maaaa~! You're hard, Touma-niichan!!"

Touma had to chuckle a little at that one. "Not at the moment."

To his credit, Miru-Miru was right there with him in a flash. The chibi fell off Touma's shoulder, kicking his feet with husky laughter. Touma shook his head, but at least this was better than the brat crying all over him.

"Now, what to eat...."

"How about something German?!"

Touma shivered a thin glance at the imp, then followed his crimson gaze. Both tawny brows rose. A magnificent mane of flaming sunset-hair offset cold jade-green eyes, framing a flawless but very masculine face over a lean, powerful body.

Attractive, but....

"I think not," Touma decided. "Definitely not my type."

"Why not?" Miru-Miru turned on Touma's shoulder to watch the man in question climb into an expensive sportscar and roar off. "Aw! Missed the chance! He was hot!"

"No challenge. No fun."

"Anou na...." Miru-Miru scowled. "Has anyone ever told you you're difficult to shop for, Touma-niichan?"

Touma sighed in a longsuffering way. "Maybe Chinese."

"Doko-doko?!" The brat's golden head whipped around.

"I meant for take-out!" Touma growled.

"You're no fun!" Miru-Miru snuffled, tightening his grip on Touma's jacket.

Touma stalked down the sidewalk, trying to forget the fact that he had a chibi-incubus attached to his shoulder. Thank Kami-sama no one else could see the thing -- he'd never live this down, else! Not that Miru-Miru wasn't cute, but come on! Being unable to shake the brat shamed Touma, and yet he couldn't see any way out of this other than waiting the imp out. Well, there was one other way, but he'd be damned if he let Miru-Miru "Zap" a bishonen for him -- that just wasn't Touma's style!

"That one! That one! I can Zap that one for you!" The chibi pointed. "American for dinner!"

Covertly, Touma looked. Then, unexpectedly, a wicked smirk curved his full lips, evil satisfaction gleaming in his dusky eyes. "Been there, done that. Try another one."

"Oro~?!" Miru-Miru blinked at the sharply-dressed, intense-looking Amerikajin with thin glasses who was purchasing a stack of periodicals at a newsstand. His crimson eyes were wide. "You really *do* get around, don't you, Touma-niichan!" he exclaimed in a voice tumbling over the border of awe into admiration.

Touma's smirk widened. "Was it ever in any doubt?"

"There's another young one!" Miru-Miru pointed again, this time at a Japanese beauty waiting impatiently in what was clearly the American's vehicle.

Touma rolled his eyes in exasperation, then looked twice. "Are you sure that's a boy?"

"Un! Un!" The chibi nodded forcefully. "I'm never wrong about something like that! Isn't he *pretty*?!?"

"Hai," Touma shrugged. No point in denying that much -- those huge sapphire eyes were breathtaking and the child's face could break hearts. The sullen expression was a big turn-off, though, even as it fattened the boy's full lower lip and made the eyes steamy with intensity. Touma liked a bit of resistance, but crankiness was a definite 'ugh'.

"Shall I Zap him?"

"Stop pushing!" Touma glared. "I don't want that one, okay?!"

"Mou~! Then what *do* you want?!"

"I want you to leave me alone!" Touma flared irritably.

"I meant besides that!"

"Urgh!" Touma gritted his teeth and decided to just stop at the ramen shop closest to his apartment building. "You're ruining my day, chibi!"

"Well, you're ruining mine!" Miru-Miru shot back.

Almost there.... Touma walked quickly down the last block, noticing with gladness swelling in his breast that sidewalk traffic was sparse and there wasn't a sign of a bishonen anywhere. One quick stop for food, and then he'd be safely ensconced in his apartment! Even if Miru-Miru followed him that far, there'd be no fodder for the brat's matchmaking there!

The bell over the door jingled cheerfully as Touma pushed into the shop. The girl behind the counter shot him a flirty grin, but she was occupied with an earlier customer. Touma smiled easily back -- Azumi-san knew his sexual preferences; that was why she was so free to tease him. He accepted it with good humor and while he didn't flirt back, he did like the girl -- he didn't really have any friends, but Azumi-san was an acquaintance he could tolerate better than most.

"Ooh! Mite! Mite!"

Touma stifled a heavy sigh. Of course, there *had* to be an attractive young man in the ramen shop -- the Fates couldn't have decreed otherwise!

As instructed, he looked. Eh. Nothing too fancy. The young man was handsome, dark, very Japanese. A soccer-player; as another such, Touma could see that even without the cleats hanging over the youth's shoulder much as Miru-Miru was hanging over his. Athletic and attractive, but -- for Touma's tastes -- boring as hell. There'd be no resistance, no seduction there. Touma preferred a more devious mind than this boy's open face indicated, expected more from his lovers than this one obviously had to offer.

"Dame," he murmured in reply, not giving the dark youth a second glance as they passed and he moved up to the counter while the door's bell tinkled behind him.

"You're *too* picky!!"

"Kiryuu-san, daijoubu?" Azumi inquired, brown eyes wide.

Touma plastered on his most charming smile. "Aa! Konnichi wa, Azumi-san!"

"Irrashai!" The girl bowed quickly.

"Two of my usual, please?" Touma requested.

"Two?" Azumi sought clarification.

"Aa. I'm hungry today," Touma said smoothly.

The girl's soft face crinkled in amusement. "Ararara.... As you say, Kiryuu-san!"

"Anou na...." Touma frowned as she scampered off to fill his order, giggling and throwing a quick wink over her shoulder.

"You can't give up now, Touma-niichan!" Miru-Miru cried, now hanging from the hem of Touma's jacket. Touma's frown deepened. The imp seemed to weigh less when he was airborne -- right now, with his feet on the floor, he was in definite danger of....

"Chibi! You're going to pull me over on top of you!" he hissed, glaring down into the bright crimson eyes raised to meet his in startlement. "Hanasee!"

To his surprise, Miru-Miru did let go, leaning against him like an affection-starved cat, head butting into the curve of his waist. "You're mean, Touma-niichan," the accusation came, muffled and damp.

Touma sighed, then smiled a bit stiffly and fished out his wallet as Azumi-san reappeared with his order. "Domo."

The girl handed over the steaming boxes and made change with nimble fingers, then bowed, smiling widely. "Arigatou gozaimashita!"

"Aa." Touma gave Miru-Miru a little nudge, hopefully unobtrusively, before turning and heading toward the door. He didn't feel *guilty* per se, but he didn't want to just walk away from the chibi -- not when the boy was using him for support, thumb in mouth, wobbling crimson eyes moist. He was probably just acting -- as Touma would have been in his place -- so he didn't feel too bad for him, but he wasn't some totally heartless bastard, either.

With a little snuffle, Miru-Miru trudged after him, one hand clinging to the pocket of his jacket, still sucking an ungloved thumb. Touma hoped Azumi-san didn't notice him open the door a little wider and hold it a little longer than he ought to have needed to -- but he wasn't sure whether the sulking incubus would phaze through it, or be smacked in the face, and all he *didn't* need was the chibi wailing again, with good reason!

"Almost home," he breathed to himself, as reassurance more than anything.

"Shimatta!" Miru-Miru bemoaned, slinging himself over Touma's shoulder once again. Touma growled. "You can't, Touma-niichan! I haven't found a bishonen to Zap for you!"

"And you're not going to!" Touma said angrily. "Haven't you gotten that through your thick little skull yet?!"

"That one!"

Touma stared, then quickly averted his eyes for safety's sake. "You're reaching, chibi," he hissed. "That is *not* a bishonen!" The guy wasn't... ugly... as such... but he certainly wasn't by any stretch of the imagination to be considered bishonen! He was covered in thick scars, bandages, and had a heavy patch over his left eye, the other a feral yellow and frighteningly flat. He had short-cropped white hair and the tight leather he wore as pants and a sleeveless shirt revealed a body of whipcord and muscle. "He looks like he escaped from the nut-house less than an hour ago," Touma whispered to Miru-Miru as he quickened his steps to reach the entrance of his apartment building before he had to pass the weirdo. "For Kami's sake -- he's licking a fucking ice-pick!" They were now inside, with a thick glass door between them and the man under discussion, so Touma's voice was growing ever louder. He turned a furious glare on Miru-Miru. "How desperate are you?!?"

The chibi pouted. "He's not that bad...."

Crimson and violet eyes swung toward the glass door as the wolf-like man stalked past. One yellow-gold eye rolled in their direction, and Touma gulped, dragging Miru-Miru to the elevator. There hadn't been even a hint of sanity in that blank stare, and--

"He saw me!" Miru-Miru gasped, fluttering up to wrap thin arms around Touma's neck as the young man punched the button for his floor. "He shouldn't have been able to see me!"

Touma scowled at the brat, then relented a little as the chibi shivered against him. "Still want to Zap him for me?" he couldn't help needling.

"Ii~e~!!!" Miru-Miru shook his head violently. "He was creepy!"

"Uh, yeah." That was a statement of the obvious and had been his point. Touma shifted his meal and reached for his keys as the elevator 'ping'ed and the doors slid open. "Chibi, let go a second!"

"Fu!" Booted heels hit the floor, but at least Miru-Miru wasn't sulking any longer.

As they exited the elevator, a dark figure in a loose burgundy-color coat slid past them and just made it between the closing doors. Touma cocked a brow at his companion.

"Missed a chance there, chibi."

"Ara~?" Miru-Miru stuck a finger in his mouth and turned -- even though it was too late and the man was already on his way to the first floor. "Who was...?"

"Um, never mind." Incredibly, Touma seemed to flush slightly. "Come on, chibi."

"I *told* you not to call me that!" Miru-Miru protested as he trailed after Touma down the hall. "I have a name, you know!"

"I know," Touma smirked, casting Miru-Miru an amused look as he unlocked his door and pushed it open.

"Argh!" Miru-Miru zipped inside, as though expecting Touma to change his mind, even though the young man was holding the door open for him.

"Boots." Touma prompted, toeing off his own sneakers.

"I know!" Miru-Miru glared and stripped off his short leather boots. "Mou~! What, do you think I have NO manners?!"

Touma snorted rather inelegantly. "You certainly haven't displayed any yet this far!"

"Hey!" Miru-Miru padded after Touma, into the spacious front room. "I didn't Zap any bishonen without your permission, did I?! Two points of my tail, and you'd have been humping anyone I chose!"

Touma stared a moment at the chibi, looking a bit nonplussed. "That's... an interesting way of putting it, Miru-Miru."

"You didn't expect me to sugar-coat it, did you?" Miru-Miru asked sardonically, folding his arms. Then his little face lit up, crimson eyes bright, white fangs flashing. "Hey! You called me by my name!"

Touma shrugged. "Don't get used to it."

Despite this caution, Miru-Miru continued glowing as he fluttered after Touma into the kitchen.

"Go grab a couple of sodas out of the 'fridge while I get us bowls," Touma instructed.

"You *are* feeding me?!" Miru-Miru asked happily, moving to do as Touma had directed. His tail twitched as he leaned into the refrigerator, and Touma was bemused to note there was a hole cut in the leather, right above the crease in his buttocks. Well, that was only to be expected -- the tail had to come out somewhere...! "Hey! You have beer in here!"

"Beer with ramen?!" Touma grimaced as he opened a cabinet drawer. "You really *don't* have any manners, do you, chibi!"

"Mooou~!!!"

"Just the sodas."

"Hai, hai." Miru-Miru carried the cans carefully after Touma to the dining alcove. Touma noticed his salt shaker balanced on the tip of the chibi's pointed tail and stifled laughter. He decided not to ask where the pepper shaker was.

"Itadakimasu~!!

Miru-Miru looked around as they ate. "This is a nice place, Touma-niichan."

"Mm." Touma was more interested in his food than conversation. "Didn't expect me to live in a dump, did you?"

"No~!" Miru-Miru scowled at him, then turned to his meal. "This is a lot better than eating in the Cafeteria!" he declared cheerfully, wielding his chopsticks. "I'm kinda glad you didn't let me complete my assignment -- yet! Arigatou, Touma-niichan!"

Touma gave him a curious look from under hooded lids. The brat was really very sensual in a "sexy little boy" way -- much as Touma remembered being when he was that age. He smirked to himself. Kenji-kun hadn't stood a chance, the poor guy.

And *he* hadn't even been wearing leather!

"You know, you really ought to take off your gloves at the table," he commented, resting his chin on one hand.

"Honto?" Miru-Miru examined black-clad fingers in confusion. "They never make us do that at home...."

Touma lifted a brow.

"Okay, okay." The mini-devil stripped off his gloves and glanced at Touma. "Can I lay them on the table?" he asked anxiously.

"Aa." Touma smiled. Miru-Miru could be cute when he wasn't trying to push an unwanted bishonen on an unwilling victim.

Miru-Miru carefully set the gloves beside him, then dug into his meal with gusto. "I *like* ningen food!" he beamed, with his mouth full.

Touma sighed. "You're killing my appetite, chibi."

Miru-Miru's eyes flooded again. "Gomen."

Touma grimaced. "Never mind. It's okay."

Miru-Miru snuffled and smiled weakly. Touma sighed again and shook his head. They needed to work on the kid's self esteem -- or something. Maybe he was just still upset about his failure to find a bishonen to 'Zap' for Touma.

Well, if Touma was going to be stuck with the brat hanging around until some time tomorrow, it would be easiest on his nerves to try to keep Miru-Miru in a decent mood. Touma found he wasn't as put-out by this realization as he might have thought he would be. Disconcerting....

So they chatted about Miru-Miru's job as they finished their meal. When it wasn't being applied on a personal level, Touma found the subject intriguing. He didn't think Miru-Miru was being treated right, though. The boy shouldn't be so touchy -- earlier today he had been bullheaded and stubborn, but in the face of set-down after set-down, and now in a private, somewhat more intimate setting, he seemed to lose most of his prior confidence. As though someone had accustomed him to expect rejection as a matter of course. And that pissed Touma off. Rejection was something Touma had no truck with. He didn't put up with it, and was angered when he saw others accepting it.

Touma smirked as Miru-Miru pushed his bowl away with a replete sigh.

"Are you ready for your dessert, now?" he asked.

"Nanda?" Miru-Miru blinked big red eyes, dark gold lashes flickering over them in thick fringes, as Touma rose and walked in the kitchen.

"Well, you wanted some ice cream, didn't you?"

"You remembered?!" Miru-Miru fairly sparkled as he hopped up and darted after his host. "I really get some ice cream?!"

Touma had to grin at the boyish enthusiasm. "Yes. I don't have any cones, but--"

"What flavor?!" Miru-Miru leaned up on tip-toe, arms wrapped around Touma's waist, watching as the older boy placed the carton from the freezer on the counter and pulled down a bowl from a cupboard.

"Just vanilla," Touma replied, a bit sheepishly. "It doesn't... um... clash with... um, other flavors." An evil snicker seemed to be twitching at the corners of his full mouth. "But I have chocolate syrup...."

Miru-Miru didn't seem at all disappointed, rubbing himself up against Touma and purring as he watched the cold treat being dished out. Touma swallowed a little thickly and tried convince himself that it was the same as having a house pet be so familiar with his leg. Yeah, a simple koneko... that was it....

It didn't help much. Kittens didn't wear scanty leather outfits, ring thin arms around his waist, or radiate the scent of musk and cinnamon.

"Here you go!" To his relief, Miru-Miru had to release him to take the large bowl in both hands. He cradled the makeshift sundae as though it was the greatest treasure in the universe, his crimson eyes gleaming with eagerness. Touma had been liberal with the syrup -- a leftover from some previous lover or other -- and had even found a maraschino cherry to plant on top. He had to chuckle at the symbolism inherent in that one simple candied sphere.

"Arigatou!" Miru-Miru breathed, eyes huge. Touma just hoped the brat wouldn't make himself sick eating all that. But it was one sure way to keep the chibi quiet for a while, and it would also put Touma in Miru-Miru's good graces; maybe the imp wouldn't be so quick to try pairing him up if he had to leave the apartment before he was shed of his little shadow.

Miru-Miru padded after Touma as the older boy stalked into the living room, a cup of coffee in his own hand. Touma flopped on the couch -- after carefully placing his coffee on a coaster on the low table before it -- and grabbed the remote. He flicked a news program on, while Miru-Miru settled himself with a blissful sigh at the end of the table, placing the bowl on another coaster -- not that it fit, but Touma appreciated the thought -- before grabbing the spoon and digging in.

After a few minutes, Touma uttered a sound of disgust and started channel-hopping. Everything was either bad news -- murder, rape, natural disaster -- or inane babbling over cheesy romance that wasn't really *news*. Touma had no patience for either.

There wasn't anything on any other channel, really. Touma finally stopped at an old anime series he remembered from his childhood, wondering vaguely what it was doing on in the late afternoon-early evening, and left it as background noise as he allowed his eyes to wander to his odd house guest.

Miru-Miru was almost done with the ice cream. He was making sure to get the vanilla and chocolate in equal amounts on each spoonful, and the cherry was quivering on a little pinnacle in the center of the bowl, still untouched. Touma had to chuckle, shaking his head. The kid could be cute. In a sexy way, of course. Touma hadn't a lot of patience with "cute" -- not since he'd lost his imouto -- but when the kawaii-ness was mingled with a healthy dosing of raw sensuality....

"You're enjoying that?"

Miru-Miru looked up, spoon between sticky lips, and smiled around it, nodding happily. "Un!" he asserted, after swallowing his mouthful and removing the utensil, quick pink tongue darting around that syrup and sugar streaked mouth. "It's good!"

"Just don't give yourself a stomach ache," Touma cautioned, trying to ignore the low heat that took up residence in the base of his own belly... or possibly a little lower.

"Masaka!" Miru-Miru beamed, little face shining, as he waved his spoon cheerfully. "I could eat ice cream for forever!"

Touma had no reply for that; just sat and sipped his rapidly cooling coffee as he watched Miru-Miru enjoying his dessert with near-orgasmic glee. An Idea was beginning to crawl into his head... and he was trying resolutely to ignore it. Touma grimaced. Miru-Miru was the imp of the perverse here, right? So what was this little voice whispering in his ear? Did Touma have his own ecchibi-self perched in his shoulder to send him wicked commands?!

Well, possibly....

As Touma leaned forward to set down his half-finished, tepid coffee, Miru-Miru scraped the last of the cream and chocolate from the bowl, the cherry carefully held between thumb and forefinger of his left hand. Touma sat back, sighing heavily, then his eyes widened as a heavy, breathed, boy-shaped weight settled itself in his lap, all warmth and soft flesh. "Mi-Miru-Miru!"

"Arigatou, Touma-niichan!" the chibi said again, grinning cheerfully at his host as he wriggled on his thighs. "That was yummy!"

"I-- I'm glad you liked it!" Touma answered, a bit breathlessly -- out of surprise, he resolutely told himself.

"Here!" The chilled, syrup-sticky red orb was suddenly pressed against his lips. "You can have my cherry!"

Touma's mouth fell open to respond -- he could NOT let that one pass! -- and before he knew what had happened, Miru-Miru popped the candied sweet into his mouth, fingers then going to his own lips to suck the last of the syrup and melted ice cream from the pads.

Violet eyes flared. That cut it! It didn't matter whether the seduction was deliberate or innocent -- he wasn't going to let Miru-Miru escape the heated promise in those slanted crimson eyes, or those suggestive words!

After all, the brat *had* been going on about sex all afternoon, in no uncertain terms -- innocent he was clearly *not*!!

"Anou-chibi..." Touma growled, hands going to slide into the odd slits cut in Miru-Miru's bodysuit, conveniently right over the boy's hips, fingers caressing over smooth golden-toned flesh.

"Ara?!" Miru-Miru's eyes rounded in shock -- but there was no fear there. If there had been, Touma would have backed down in a heartbeat; he didn't molest unwilling children, mochiron! But there was no fear, only sudden surprise, and that was different matter entirely! "T-Touma-niichan?"

Touma used the flaps of leather to reel Miru-Miru in, slanting his mouth to cover the startled circle that Miru-Miru's sensual lips had become. The boy's mouth was sweet with vanilla and chocolate, his own a little bitter from the coffee; Touma's tongue was warm as it thrust into the chilled, ice cream-flavored interior of Miru-Miru's mouth.

The boy's hands went to press against Touma's chest, but in a bracing manner, not an attempt to push away. From long experience Touma was hyper-aware of each subtle nuance in every motion and sound connected with sex -- even the hint of resistance and he'd immediately release his captive.

But so far, Miru-Miru was not resisting.

The boy made a hungry sound in the back of his throat, fingers splayed over the warmth of Touma's chest through the thin material of his tank, his own tongue twining with Touma's in the rapidly warming seal of his eager mouth. Touma smirked as well as he was able with his lips thus occupied, one hand moving from a slim hip to spread over the center of Miru-Miru's back -- just below the wings -- giving the boy some support as he heightened the intensity of their kiss.

Finally breaking for breath, Touma lapped at the pressure-bruised lower lip, clearing it of the last of the ice cream and chocolate. "You taste sweet," he murmured throatily.

"Touma-niichan...." Miru-Miru leaned back, frowning slightly, even though his arms were going to twine easily around Touma's neck. "What are you doing?"

Touma's eyes narrowed. He'd used the 'innocent' act too many times himself to fall for it now. "What does it feel like?" he asked in return, sliding his hand further into the slit to caress one tender cheek.

Miru-Miru squirmed, his face pinking, but he didn't protest and if anything his arms tightened around Touma's neck. "Demo.... Demo yo!"

"What?" Touma paused, curious.

"But you didn't *want* any of the bishonen I tried to pick for you!" Miru-Miru said plaintively, even as he squirmed more closely against Touma's larger form, his thighs pressing against Touma's hips, his mouth raised in offering.

"Well, duh," Touma replied, smirking as he squeezed carefully, making Miru-Miru squeak, then brushing a teasing almost-kiss over the boy's mouth.

"Touma-niichan!"

Touma shook his head. "You still don't get it?" He still didn't get it. Touma sighed. "I don't need any help, chibi. I choose whom I choose, when I choose, and how I choose. And I *get* the bishonen I want, when I want him!"

"Oh..." Miru-Miru faltered as Touma shifted him onto his back on the couch -- being extremely careful of his wings -- and moved over top of him. "You... you really want me?" he asked hesitantly, something weak and vulnerable in those shimmering wine-red eyes.

"The thought had crossed my mind," Touma replied dryly. How could the boy ask something like that, when Touma had just been sticking his tongue down his throat, when his fingers were even now creeping into the cleft of his rear?

Miru-Miru bit his lower lip, still looking uncertain. "Demo...." Obviously, he *had* been rejected, and needed a little ego-bolstering.

"Yes, I want you," Touma relented enough to explicitly state, bending his head to nuzzle at the soft flesh just above the thick leather collar Miru-Miru wore. "Baka," he mumbled against the warm, fragrant skin.

Miru-Miru laughed, a happy sound, then let out a husky moan as Touma's mouth latched onto his slim neck, sucking hard enough to leave a mark. "T-Touma!" He arched upwards into the touch, arms tightening in their embrace.

"Mm." Touma sat back, dragging the incubus up with him when Miru-Miru refused to release his neck. "I think we should take this to the bedroom. Don't you?"

"Hmmm...?" Miru-Miru latched long legs around Touma's waist, face buried in the hollow of the older youth's throat. He didn't seem to be paying any attention to the query, but then, Touma hadn't really been seeking a reply.

"I'm going to have to carry you, aren't I." This time it wasn't a question, and Touma was already cupping those firm little cheeks as he scooted to the edge of the couch cushions and stood. He yelped and nearly fell back again as little fangs nipped at his collarbone. "Miru-Miru!"

The boy laughed huskily, lifting his face to press a light kiss to Touma's jaw, and giving a provocative wiggle. "Gomen!" He didn't sound very contrite, but Touma didn't care -- that sharp stab of pleasure-pain had shot straight to his groin, and he only wanted to get them both to his bed as quickly as possible.

Fortunately his apartment -- while luxurious for a single male in Tokyo -- wasn't all that big, and it didn't take him long to reach his bedroom door, and beyond it, the nice king-size bed that had come in handy on so *many* occasions.

Miru-Miru bounced on the mattress on his behind, temporarily unlatching from Touma, as the older boy flicked on the lamp beside the bed, moved to the stereo for some light background music -- not enough to drown out any sounds either of them might make but enough to cushion the base carnality of their encounter -- then finally returned to the bed, skinning off his tank.

Miru-Miru's eyes widened. "Wow! You look good!" He obviously hadn't expected Touma to be as athletic as he was.

Touma grinned crookedly, torn between compliment and insult. "Thanks, chibi."

"Mou~--"

Miru-Miru's usual protest at this hated nickname was cut off as Touma pounced, lips meshing with parted lips, his hands pressing to the mattress on either side of the brat, kneeling, not touching anywhere but his sweet mouth.

"How careful do I have to be of the wings?" he asked breathlessly, drawing back with one last swipe of his tongue over Miru-Miru's lower lip. His hooded eyes were dark, lust overwritten with solemnity.

"Etou...." Miru-Miru frowned, looking behind as he fluttered the appendages in question. "Just kind of, I guess?" he hazarded. "They're not weak, like the little angels' -- those come right off!" He winced, perhaps in memory, rich mouth twisting. "But they're not as strong as my arms or legs, and you might poke yourself with the tips...." He glared a moment at nothing, then folded the wings closely against his back. "Is that better?"

Touma smiled. "Hai...." He took hold of the shoulders of Miru-Miru's bodysuit and tugged, stripping it easily down the boy's arms. There wasn't anything else on the delectable little figure -- he'd already gotten the brat's boots and gloves off, and the cut of the suit precluded the possibility of underwear -- so once this was dispensed with....

Miru-Miru squirmed, helping Touma to get him out of the soft black leather, then flushing a little as he knelt on the springy mattress before the older youth, raising sensation-hazed wine-dark eyes to meet Touma's admiring dusk-plum gaze.

"You don't look too bad yourself," Touma informed Miru-Miru warmly, before lowering himself to rest between splayed thighs, eating at that ready mouth, as he pressed Miru-Miru back into the pillows at the head of the bed.

Miru-Miru moaned in approval, arms slipping around Touma's shoulders, fingers sliding over his smooth flesh, as he arched upward into the embrace.

Touma took a moment to ascertain that Miru-Miru was responding to the pleasure of skin on skin rather than in pain because their shared body weight was pressing down on his folded wings, then moved his attentions to that slender line of neck again. Miru-Miru still had the collar on -- Touma wasn't really into kink, but he didn't think it looked too poorly on the little brat, and so he made no move whatsoever to remove it.

Reaching underneath Miru-Miru's lithe young body, Touma sent curious fingers to explore the spot where the thin black tailed joined with the boy's body.

Miru-Miru jolted upwards at this light touch, his mouth gaping over a soundless gasp, eyes squeezed tightly shut. Touma could feel a sudden heated point digging into the hollow of his hip through his worn jeans as Miru-Miru wrapped a lean leg desperately around him, canting upwards with a thick cry.

Hm... a definite erogenous zone. Touma smirked, backing off the pressure a bit until the little devil could catch his breath. That had been somewhat unexpected -- but then, he had never had a lover with a *tail* before!

Touma kissed away the heated tears leaking from between damp lashes, tasting the bitter salt of them on his tongue, then smiled reassuringly as Miru-Miru raised heavy lids. "Touma...."

"Daijoubu ka?" Touma asked, reaching up to brush gentle fingers over a petal-soft cheek heated with a hard flush.

"Un," Miru-Miru nodded, stretching up languidly against Touma, flexing his hips with a little catch in his breath that did more to Touma than any move the brat had implemented so far in their acquaintance. "Daijoubu," he husked, passion thickening his voice.

Touma licked his lips, gaze dark with answering lust. He had made the right decision -- not that he had doubted it; he never bedded anyone he had doubts about -- and he thought maybe this would be better than he had expected.

"I've been called a devil many times," he murmured, voice rich with amusement as he nuzzled the thin stretch of skin over Miru-Miru's collarbones. "But I've never fucked one before. Tell me, are they all as responsive as you?"

Miru-Miru gasped and struggled to arch up against Touma more closely, his hands buried in that tawny hair. "I-- I don't know!" he managed to get out. "I-- I've never--"

Touma lifted up a little and propped himself on one elbow, brows rising. "Never?"

Miru-Miru shook his head, eyes wide but filled with fire, still no doubts within their liquid depths. "Never."

Touma shook his own head. "Then they're all idiots."

"Aa~ah~?" Miru-Miru's questioning utterance throttled up into a low cry as Touma latched onto one tiny pink nipple with a hot-moist mouth, fingers curving around one hip and seeking the cleft of his rear again. "Touma!" He braced his feet and shoved his hips up against Touma's belly as hard as he could, twisting, a choked sob breaking from his chest.

"Hush." Touma enfolded Miru-Miru in his arms, stroking silken gold hair. Miru-Miru may be untouched, but he was a creature created for sex, and so each caress, every taste seemed magnified to his senses. Touma could see this and understand, and he was more than a little grateful for it. Usually when he slept with a first-timer -- not that this happened often, because it usually involved too many possible emotional entanglements -- he liked to stretch things out somewhat, to make it more comfortable and memorable for the boy. But normally, Touma preferred to get on to what was important. And if Miru-Miru responded this quickly, then they could get to the best part more swiftly, without doing damage to the child, or causing hurt feelings afterwards. Touma smirked. There were advantages to sleeping with the spawn of lechery....

Touma was slowly becoming aware that he was still wearing his jeans, and said jeans were getting more than a little uncomfortable. Shimatta. Should have taken them off along with his tank! But he hadn't wanted to rush Miru-Miru or risk scaring the boy -- and now he was paying for that.

"Hang on... just a moment..." he said, trying to work his way free of the lean limbs wrapped about him in an ever-tightening snare. "Miru-Miru, I gotta take off my--"

"Aah?" The boy realized Touma's difficulty and reluctantly let go. But it only took Touma three seconds to stand, shuck the jeans -- his silk briefs pooled within the denim now on the floor -- then clamber back atop his prize, fitting the slim little body neatly against his own.

Miru-Miru started up his low purring again -- an honest to Kami rumble just like a contented cat would make -- and snuggled against Touma, nipping at one shoulder with his sharp fangs.

"Little demon," Touma growled, not unaffectionately, smothering the boy's mouth with his own as skilled hands tracked invisible patterns of heated sensation over soft, cream-colored flesh. He swallowed low moans and sharp cries alike, stoking the flames and raising them to a keen point with a talent learned over much time, through much experience -- a talent that also came to him instinctively.

To his credit, Miru-Miru attempted to instill as much pleasure in Touma as he was receiving, though he was a novice in this game, as well as being distracted by the newly experienced firestorm of passion Touma was calling to life beneath his skin. But he was a quick learner, and soon had Touma gasping for breath as feverishly as he himself was.

Touma retaliated by going for the tail-joint again. It was a bit unfair of him, perhaps, but he could never resist such a clear-cut temptation, and it was worth the slight feeling of guilt to have Miru-Miru's slender form writhing under his in the grips of uncontrolled passion.

"T-Touma!"

"Are you ready?" he breathed in one ear, noticing for the first time that it went up to a slight but distinct point -- the thick cornsilk hair having hidden this fact until now.

"Aa!" Miru-Miru's hips bucked upwards, and Touma heard no hesitation at all in that husky little voice. "Onegai!"

"Hai," he grinned, licking a steamy trail along one soft cheek, before pulling away and opening the drawer beside the bed. Miru-Miru appeared ningen in all respects -- beyond the wings, tail, slit-pupil eyes, and pointed ears -- and Touma never did anything without proper lubrication!

"Etou... etou...." He took a moment to shift through the collection of tubes and small jars filling at least half the drawer. He took pride in matching the scent of his lover with the right lube, and he knew exactly which one he wanted for Miru-Miru!

"Touma?" Miru-Miru wobbled up onto his elbows, expression a trifle anxious.

"Ah!" Fingers fisting around the desired container, Touma turned back to the boy. "How are your wings doing?" he asked, brows drawing down in a slight frown. "Do you want to do this on your belly, or sitting in my lap?"

"Iie!" Miru-Miru shook his head, then gave Touma a wicked grin, eyes snapping with sudden humor. "Maa! You don't think I spend every night sleeping on my stomach, do you?"

Touma laughed outright. "Sou ka, sou ka! You have a point, chibi!"

"Anou ne!" Miru-Miru sent him an annoyed look -- slightly marred by the sweaty hair plastered around his face, his ungainly sprawl over the rumpled bedspread, not to mention the stiffness, currently being neglected, jutting dark and ready between his thighs.

"Maa maa," Touma placated, bending over to kiss those pouting lips. Miru-Miru's irritation dissolved instantly, and he squirmed against the bed, reaching up to grasp at Touma's hair, tangling their tongues in a desperate, no-holds-barred kiss.

Touma allowed Miru-Miru to take control as he uncapped the lubricant and generously dosed his right hand. Ready and eager as he may be, Miru-Miru was also a virgin and so this part was going to have to be taken as carefully and slowly as it ever was.

It was a bit awkward, but not as difficult as it might have been since Miru-Miru was quick to realize exactly what Touma wanted from him. Touma wrapped careful fingers around one thigh, shifting it upward, then sent his other hand between those sweet cheeks, making sure the bud of Miru-Miru's entrance was well-anointed before even attempting to press inward. He managed to continue kissing the writhing boy while one hand worked him carefully a finger at a time and the other traced shivery-light patterns over the base of the curving spine -- not coincidentally where paper-thin flesh met whiplike tail. Touma figured the least he could do was offer Miru-Miru a distraction from the unavoidable pain of being prepared, and from the soft utterances and quick strainings of tense muscles, not to mention the throbbing point of heat butting against his stomach with each of Miru-Miru's flexings, he assumed he was succeeding in translating as much pleasure as pain to the boy.

"T-Touma! Hayaku!" Miru-Miru urged throatily, gasping as he rocked to the command of two separate hands working the most intense of sensations from his supple body.

"I don't want to risk hurting you," Touma explained, mouth pressed with heat-gusting heaviness against one sweaty temple.

"I don't care, I don't care!" Miru-Miru sobbed, his body bowing toward the penetration, arms tightening about his tormentor. "Please!"

Touma groaned, his own self-restraint at the shattering point. He was up to three fingers -- if Miru-Miru hadn't complained yet....

"All right," he gasped, licking at the salty surface of Miru-Miru's blazing cheek before removing both hands -- drawing a cry of protest at the loss -- to lubricate his own aching, throbbing member. It had been long enough, too long, and he wanted it as badly as Miru-Miru did!

Kneeling before the boy, he maneuvered pale thighs to rest against Miru-Miru's belly, to either side of his rigid erection. "Hold them there," he instructed hoarsely, waiting until small hands took the place of his own before removing them. "Until I'm inside."

"H-hai!" Miru-Miru gulped, a touch of apprehension suddenly fleeting through his crimson eyes. But it wasn't enough to compell Touma to stop -- it was only virgin jitters. He'd felt the same thing his very first time; he knew how Miru-Miru felt while also knowing the boy would be more pissed than pleased if he called a halt to things *now*!

"Daijoubu," he nevertheless reassured, leaning forward to kiss that sweaty brow, even as he cupped those tiny buttocks and guided his burning hardness to that tiny entrance.

"Aa," Miru-Miru acceded, licking his lips in a manner more sensual than nervous. Touma expected him to close his eyes as he began bearing carefully forward, but the blazing scarlet gaze locked on his own burning purple and remained fixed there, even though it jumped and a few steaming tears welled up with the inevitable pain of being split open for the first time.

Touma held still once he was inside, not moving yet, their bodies locked together in this most intimate manner. "Daijoubu ka?" he asked again. He didn't bother apologizing for something they had both known would happen, but he wanted to be *sure* Miru-Miru was truly ready before he continued on.

"Aa!" The boy released his legs and wrapped them around Touma's lean hips, lunging upwards into the impalement with a sharp moan, hands scrabbling against Touma's shoulders as he sought to drag the older male closer to his own body. "Now! Please!"

"K'so!" Touma couldn't deny either the boy's actions or his own ready response to them. He'd had his reply and then some, and it wasn't even within his realm of control any longer as he gave an answering groan and stuttered into motion, pushing into the heated tightness of Miru-Miru's body with rhythmic pulsations, his arms wrapping about the boy's shoulders, bringing them closely enough together that Miru-Miru's own erection gained satisfying friction with each of his thrusts.

Miru-Miru cried out underneath him, legs tightening, nails digging into Touma's back as he moved in time with Touma's almost-violent penetration. There was no questioning his full participation in this coupling -- the only uncertainty was how long he would hold out before succumbing the inevitability of climax.

They continued in an eternity of give and take, heated flesh meeting and merging, mouths brushing as they gasped with shared breaths, copper-gold hair falling over lighter sunlight-silk. Touma could taste salt and sweet, the flavor of Miru-Miru spread over his tongue, the sweat-sulfur scent mingling with the spice of the boy's flesh, the tang of the lubricant, and the musk of their mutual passion, all rising up to engulf his mind in a cloud of primal sensation.

Touma was just beginning to seriously doubt his ability to hold out longer than Miru-Miru when the boy gave a little gasping cry, body arching against Touma's like a bow, every muscle tensing as he came in a quivering rush, a fountain of heated wetness bursting against Touma's belly.

Touma groaned, burying his face in Miru-Miru's burning-moist shoulder, gritting his teeth as his own climax swept through him with that familiar intensity that was so close to agony, and yet was so different. He shuddered in the grips of it, hips jolting as he emptied himself into Miru-Miru's still-taut body, marking the boy for this most important rite of passage.

The two tumbled together in a replete pile of sweat-soaked limbs and tangled hair, Touma pressing a careless wet kiss on the side of Miru-Miru's neck. That had been as close to perfect as they were going to get -- they'd come at nearly the same time. That didn't happen often, no matter what cheap romances and ecchi on-line fiction claimed.

Before he could squash the chibi, Touma rolled a little to the side, taking Miru-Miru with him, still wrapped in the protective circle of his arms. The boy mumbled a little noise that sounded like a protest, and nuzzled at Touma's neck. Touma smiled and brushed damp hair back from the incubus' temple.

"Miru-Miru."

"Mm?"

"Miru-Miru...."

"Nanda?" the boy asked, husky little voice sounding cranky at being forced to wakefulness. But Touma had his priorities in order, and he knew what came next.

"Look, I don't mind an early bedtime," he said, kissing Miru-Miru's forehead again as the boy pulled back a little to look at him with sleepy, satiated eyes. "But can we shower first and then get under the covers?"

"Ara?" Miru-Miru yawned widely, showing impressive fangs that could really have caused Touma some damage if he hadn't used restraint during their foreplay. "Carry me?" He tightened slim arms around Touma's neck.

Touma sighed, but seeing as he had just debauched the child, he could hardly say no.

It didn't take long to shower and get their teeth brushed. Miru-Miru was squirming a little uncomfortably by the time they finished their mutual preparations, but he remained close to Touma, as though unwilling to lose the comfort of body heat... or maybe just uncertain as to where he stood now.

The imp did pad on his own two feet back into the bedroom, sitting obediently before Touma on the edge of the mattress as the older boy toweled his hair briskly, then ran a brush through it.

"Touma-niichan...."

"Aa?"

There was silence, with only the crackly-wet sound of the bristles sliding through damp hair, and the soft underscoring of music still spilling from the stereo.

"Nan demo nai," the boy finally said, wriggling a little uncomfortably on the mattress before Touma.

Touma sighed and hefted Miru-Miru onto the bed. The boy let out a yelp, then lay on his stomach as Touma pulled the blankets partway to cover him. His face was turned toward the older boy, resting on his arm, while Touma brushed his own hair. The child's red eyes were wistful.

Touma tossed the brush toward the dresser, then leaned down until he was nose to nose with Miru-Miru. He smiled broadly as the boy blinked at him in startlement. "You're beautiful. You know that, don't you?"

Miru-Miru caught his breath, eyes going huge, then his features crumpled. "Touma~!"

Touma climbed into bed and gathered the boy into his arms, settling against the pillows and holding Miru-Miru as he wept.

Finally the boy's tears faded to tiny sniffles. Touma stroked his hair gently, expression grim. "Who is he?"

"Uh?"

"Who is it that made you cry?" Touma clarified. "I know it wasn't me."

"No.... No, you were wonderful." Miru-Miru hiccuped, then rubbed an affectionate cheek against Touma's chest, seeming to grow more cheery at the reminder of what they had just shared.

"Then...?"

"Mm." Miru-Miru turned his face into the hollow of Touma's neck. "Don't wanna talk 'bout it." He sounded a little defensive. A little sullen.

"Is he worth your tears?" Touma pressed.

There was no reply.

"Look, chibi. If you like, I can give you some pointers," Touma offered.

"Honto?!" Miru-Miru popped up, a bright expression filling his heart-shaped face, tears completely forgotten. "Honto ga, Touma-niichan?!"

"Sure." Touma shrugged. He'd either just damned himself to hell on Earth, or he'd gained himself a nice little in-home sex-kitten. At the moment he wasn't sure which it was, but sometimes a person just had to take a gamble. And he'd bet just about anything that after a week with him Miru-Miru wouldn't give a rip about whatever guy he'd been pining over!

Either that or he'd learn his lessons well, and go off to make some other sap miserable! Touma smirked. Maybe it was the same bastard that had set Miru-Miru on him today. That would be really nice -- his vengeance would be complete and oh-so pleasantly gained!

Yup, there was a strong chance he'd come out the winner in this, however the game played itself out!

But right now.... Touma yawned. Miru-Miru was already a contentedly purring weight in his arms, little head pressed underneath his chin, and exhaustion was slinging heavy bonds over Touma's limbs as well.

Let tomorrow take care of itself, he thought muzzily. It always did anyway.

Nuzzling the bright cap of golden hair so close to his own, Touma let his eyes slide shut. At least Miru-Miru didn't snore... and the soft purr was kind of comforting.

He could get to like this....

(*owari?*)

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