Hot Encounter
by Casual Otaku

Well, I suppose I should start by saying I've never played King of Fighters, or even seen the anime (or been to Ventura Beach for that matter)...so I have no clue if Iori and Kyo are totally OOC or not. I had to use the game bios and other people's stories to get all my info. Ryan said Lara likes Iori (after taking a peek at some pics I don't blame her ^_~), and I wanted to give her somebody she likes. This fic is officially hers (I'm no good at art so it was the only gift I could think of), so you have to ask her if you want to use it. I hope I do these two justice.... Oh and before I forget....neither of us own King of Fighters, Fatal Fury, or it's characters and they remain the property of SNK or their current affiliates. Eiji and Kenji however, do belong to Lara, so no kidnapping them without permission, neh?

Early summer is a wonderful time of year in practically every country in the world. That's what Kyo Kusangi thought to himself as he walked along the paths in one of the parks of Ventura Beach, California. He'd justified this trip by saying he could get in some extra credit in his American studies classes by actually going to America and spending some time with an American. Well it had sounded good at the time, but now he realized he'd just wanted to get away. He wasn't happy, and he needed some time away from Japan, away from the fighting, and the training, and everything else that had been tossed at him from birth. Terry Bogard had said this place was one of the better hang-outs in the city, an excellent place to kill time until he got off work to give him an official tour. That wouldn't be for another six hours...so Kyo resigned himself to a long day of just hanging about.

Not that just hanging out was such a hard thing to do. Any small fragment of him that had truly meant to take notes and study the local culture evaporated in the party atmosphere of the area. He was actually starting to forget the gloomy emotions that had brought him here. A beautiful teenager twirled around him on her rollerblades and gave him a sultry wink before continuing along the sidewalk. He watched her retreat, marveling at the skimpy little outfit she was wearing. *Oh my, is that an eye patch or a bikini?* He blushed a little at the thought and took another path. He wasn't really in the mood to accept the invitation in her eyes.

The young girl pouted, when she saw the pretty brunette wasn't taking the bait. He took a different route, but he was clearly blushing. *At least I know I got a reaction.* she thought, taking a not so subtle look at the muscles that had drawn her to him in the first place. She was so caught up in her ogling she forgot to watch where she was going. She winced as she crashed into what she thought must be a brick wall. Then strong hands came up to steady her. She chuckled self-consciously and looked up at what had to be one of the most handsome faces she'd ever seen.

Iori smiled at the blank stare. He was used to it by now. "Hello there, miss. Are you okay?" She nodded, trying to place the accent. *Oriental perhaps?* Then she looked at the eyes. *Whoa! They're....glowing.* "You should be more careful, you could hurt yourself." rumbled the huge warrior. She nodded again, wondering what had happened to her voice. There was something about this guy, some sort of ...energy that seemed to emanate from his very being.

"My name is Iori Yagami. I'm looking for someone." She managed to find her voice. "A girlfriend?" He frowned, thinking of Leona ... she was more of a friend he happened to have sex with on occasion, not a true lover. "No, a man. His name is Kyo Kusangi." He pulled out a snapshot and showed it to her. "Have you seen him?" She took a look, instantly recognizing the pretty thing she'd just tried to flirt with. "Yeah, he went that way." she replied pointing in the direction Kyo had taken. Iori smiled ferally, *Ha! Found you at last Kusangi...* The girl shuddered at the bestial glint that suddenly crossed the previously amiable features. She wondered briefly what could cause such an expression, before it suddenly faded.

Iori smiled and bowed respectfully, "Thank you for the information, have a nice day." She watched him walk off, admiring his unique (and that's saying something in Ventura Beach) choice in outfits, before a friend called her over to the refreshment stands. She shook her head and put the event out of her mind as she wheeled over to her buds.

Kyo sighed as he found a somewhat secluded area under a large cherry blossom tree. He was amazed the familiar ornamental could grow in such an area, but it was too lovely to resist. He sat down underneath it and began to watch the people moving back and forth. Americans always seemed to be in such a hurry, even at play. He pulled his notebook into his lap, and made a half-hearted attempt at taking some observations. Unfortunately most of what he was observing was glorious bodies in various states of undress, hardly school-worthy material. Even the men were going around in bikini bottoms...he suddenly covered his eyes with a shudder of disgust. Some people should never be allowed to purchase a speedo.

With his eyes closed he was able to pick out a familiar song from all the battling radios. Someone here was into imports, that deep rolling voice, didn't belong to an American. It was Iori's band, singing about unrequited love. He sighed as he thought of the man behind the lyrics. *Oh Iori...I wish we didn't have to fight. I think...* He shook his head. Nothing could change the fact that their forefathers had started a feud. Iori was programmed to kill those of the Kusangi clan, and he was trained to kill the Hasshku descendants. His feelings for the singer were the sacrifice for his family's honor, and there was nothing he could do about it.

The pain of never being able to reveal those feelings affected everything in his life, especially his relationship with Yuki. She was such a wonderful girl, how could he ever tell her that his heart would never fully be hers? Like so many times the pain of his twisted emotions brought out the poet in him, and the words began to flow onto the paper, almost with a will of their own.

Iori growled as he scrutinized the crowd, trying to pick Kyo out of the throng. He'd never seen such an eclectic collection of people, they just kind of merged into a single confused jumble. The only good thing was that he was rarely spared a glance, nobody would shout out.....

"Hey! You're Iori Yagami!!" He winced, so much for that thought. Iori made himself smile as the young woman ran up to him, CD case in hand. "Can I have your autograph Yagami-san?" she asked breathlessly holding out a ridiculous marabou feather pen the same color as his hair. He nodded, and opened the book within to a blank area. He scribbled a quick message and watched with a sort of detached amusement as she bowed far more than necessary in gratitude.

Then he noticed a familiar outline sitting under a tree behind her. *Kyo?!?* He must have shocked the poor girl silly when he picked her up and set her aside in his haste to get to the young man. He really didn't care, he just wanted to get to Kyo. For some reason, when he got within a few feet he slowed down and began to approach quietly. Kyo was staring down at a notebook in his lap, a few fallen tears blurring the words scrawled across the plain white pages.

He looked....he looked so vulnerable right then. A few delicate pink petals littered his dark brown hair, and one perfect blossom lay in the crease of the notebooks spine. It seemed like such a shame to disturb him, Iori wanted to turn away and just leave the brunette in peace. He couldn't, the old rivalry was still too strong. It was torture to fight his training. It was ingrained in his being as orochi blood that had cursed him to become rivals with a man he'd been so close to. The singer made a low grunt, to announce his presence.

Kyo gasped and looked up at the sound, snapping his notebook shut. "Iori? What are you doing here?" The red-head smirked and met his gaze. "I'm here to fight you." he whispered tauntingly. Kyo sighed and got to his feet. "Well, we can't fight here Iori." he said waving his hand at the bustling area. "We could injure a lot of innocent people and I won't hurt anyone who can't defend themselves."

Iori looked back, and nodded, the brunette was right. His quarrel was with the Kusangi alone, there was no need to drag in anybody else. "Very well Kyo Kusangi, but when you are alone I will not hesitate to return." He turned to go, but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder. It wasn't a threat or a challenge, he would have sensed that. Iori turned back to the brunette. "We were friends once Iori, can't we try to get along? Even if only for today?" Iori remained silent, even as the memories of those days came flooding back. He was so much happier then, back before he was aware of the orochi blood in his veins. "What about your family, Kyo? They would never give you peace if..." Iori trailed off as he watched the wounded rejection flicker in those soft brown eyes.

Kyo sighed, and gathered his courage. "Not that it's any of their business, but only Terry knows I'm here and he wouldn't tell. We can just be two anonymous tourists." The Kusangi took a critical look at Iori's outfit. Shiny jet black pants that left nothing to the imagination, a nearly transparent white shirt that was trying desperately to cover the broad shoulders, and a vest the same purple as his orochi flames. Intricate silver patterns seemed to flow like a river over the bright violet material, before the vest cut off just below his pecs. That dark red belt he always wore between his boots was still present, as well as a dog collar necklace.

Kyo shook his head and said "Well, I can at least...do you always look like you're about to jump on stage?" Iori couldn't help it, he smiled. "You wear latex everyday, and everything else starts to feel strange Kyo-chan." Kyo shook his head again, he really didn't mind the way the outfit showcased every single line in stunning detail, it was just that it made the singer really hard to miss. "Well you'll just have to feel strange, come on...I'll buy you some new clothes."

Iori watched with a sort of irritated amusement as Kyo started to walk off . "I haven't said yes yet Kyo-chan." The brunette turned around a moment and grinned, "Sure you have, I didn't miss that 'chan' at the end of my name...Iori-sama" Iori blinked, he hadn't even realized he'd used the endearment. He did notice the one on the end of his name though. He looked up again and realized Kyo was still moving away. He took a couple long strides and soon caught up with the shorter fighter. He ran a hand through his long red bangs and chuckled. "You always were an arrogant one." Kyo smiled, noticing the relaxed tone. "As if you can speak, Mr. 'are you afraid of me'."

The pair continued their light verbal sparring, as they made their way to the beach-side shops. Kyo frowned at Iori's last insult and stuck out his tongue for lack of a comment. "Excellent comeback Kyo-chan, I'm sure you'll make all your enemies quake in their boots if you use that technique on them." Kyo just blew him a raspberry and dragged the singer into a brightly lit store. Iori took a look at the mannequins and grimaced. If Kyo thought he was going to wear the surfer look he was out of his mind.

Kyo began grabbing a couple garments in what seemed like a random order and tossing them at Iori, who automatically caught them. Leona did the exact same thing, and he still hated shopping just as much. Although, it was a little nicer with another man. At least he knew Kyo wasn't going to ask if something made his butt look big.

"Into the stall Iori, let's see how they fit." said Kyo, breaking into the flame-haired fighter's thoughts. Iori grunted and squeezed into the changing area. Kyo grinned at the way he dwarfed the small chamber. "Whoa! He's a big one..." commented a sales clerk. Kyo nodded, that he certainly was. "Is he your boyfriend?" Kyo blushed almost as red as Iori's hair, and tried to ignore the amused chuckle that came from the stall. "Umm, not really..." Kyo replied, marveling at just how open some cities could be. Iori came out of the stall in the new outfit. "And here I thought we were beginning to like each other." he said with a sardonic grin.

Kyo threw him a killing look as the sales clerk tried to contain his laughter. The brunette sighed and replied "Anyway, I think we need to go up a size, those are supposed to be loose fit jeans." The clerk piped up "What size did you have there, I'll be happy to find the alternate for you..." Kyo moved behind Iori and pulled up the tag, the singer tried to ignore how the action had caused Kyo's hands to brush against his butt. "Extra, extra large....damn Iori...just how big are you?" Iori shrugged, most of his clothes were tailor-made or intentionally too small, he never bothered with sizes. The clerk bit his lip and replied, "Sorry man, but that's the largest we sell." Kyo shook his head. "They'll have to do then, at least the T-shirt is nice." The clerk swallowed another laugh, "That's a woman's nightshirt." Kyo groaned and said. "Fine, whatever. Just ring them up along with a tote bag for his old outfit." The clerk nodded happily and went to the register as Iori folded up his original clothing.

Kyo watched as his companion bent over to put his boots back on. He hadn't been able to resist the quick pat on that tight bottom when he'd checked the tag. He wasn't certain when he'd get another opportunity to touch his fellow warrior without being locked in a blood duel. The black denim stretched across the red-head's bottom as Iori lifted one foot and started to yank on his boot. He stumbled slightly, but caught himself before he crashed. The odd attack of clumsiness made him land in a very suggestive position. Kyo bit his fist and turned away. He couldn't let the singer catch him ogling, he didn't feel like bleeding today.

Iori watched Kyo's reflection in the dressing room mirror as the fighter turned away. The brunette hadn't been the only one trying to sneak in an ogle. Iori finished pulling on his boots, and stuffed his clothes in the bag Kyo had bought him. It made him feel a little odd accepting the gifts, but part of him was glad he'd have some things to remember the day by. Now all he had to do was find a way to return the gesture.

Shopping done, the pair headed back out onto the boardwalk. "How about lunch Kyo-chan?" asked Iori "It's on me..." Kyo nodded, he would love a chance to just sit with his fellow fighter. "Sure, what do you have in mind?" Iori shrugged, "I don't care as long as it's meat." Kyo looked around the food court and said "I wonder if one of these places serves barbecued fish." Iori blinked, and replied "Good meat, I don't care as long as it's good meat."

That started another round of verbal sparring. They argued back and forth, until Iori suddenly grabbed Kyo by the shoulders and lifted him off his feet. "I say we go to a steakhouse, and if you argue anymore I'll throw you on the ground and...." the red-head broke off. He'd been entirely to close to telling the total truth. Kyo chuckled, "You'll do what Iori?" The singer couldn't come up with a reply so he set the brunette back on his feet looking into those sparkling hazel eyes. *You're so very beautiful Kyo... why did fate have to tear us apart?*

Kyo licked his lips nervously, an odd sort of hunger had come into Iori's eyes. He was about to speak, when the singer brushed a thumb over his lips. The brunette shuddered and hesitantly touched his tongue to that finger. The hunger picked up in intensity. Iori dragged Kyo into the nearest alleyway and pressed him up against the wall, crushing their mouths together.

Kyo moaned deeply, and returned the kiss with passion. He felt Iori nip at his bottom lip and moaned even louder, opening his mouth and allowing the singer to enter with his tongue. The kiss grew deeper, hungrier, as the couple ground their bodies together.

Iori lost all sense of the world around him. Everything had become focused on the young man writhing against him. The taste of the sweet lips, the sound of his sighs, and the scent of his soft dark hair. He started yanking at the fighter's clothes, wanting a better taste of his Kyo-chan. The sound of ripping fabric filled the air, but they were too caught up in each other to care.

Kyo watched as Iori started trailing kisses along his chest, dimly noting the shirt had been torn in half to give him access. One of his nipples disappeared between the singer's lips and Kyo bit back a cry as he buried his hands in the flame red hair. "AH! Iori!!"

Slightly drunk on the taste of Kyo's skin, Iori started to nibble his way lower. He wanted a taste of everything. He reached for the waist of Kyo's jeans and ripped them open as well, right before they were interrupted.....

"Ahem!!"

Iori growled at the intrusion, and turned to give the interloper a very nasty piece of his mind.

"KISAMA! WHAT DO YOU... Oh, hello officer."

Kyo blushed clear to his toes, and tried to pull together his ruined clothes. It was a lost effort so he just covered himself with his hands. He started picturing the phone call to Terry explaining he needed to bail him out for getting caught making out with Iori. Kyo quickly swallowed a slightly hysterical laugh. He could picture the look the man would have on his face if he were to drop that bomb.

The policewoman looked from one man to the other and sighed, what was it about this beach that made people forget all sense of decency? Well, they seemed like foreigners so she'd give them the benefit of the doubt. "Are you aware it's illegal to engage in sexual acts in a public location gentleman?"

Iori had the good sense to look reticent. "I apologize miss, he's just very hard to resist. It won't happen again."

She sighed again,"See that it doesn't..."

The two men bowed respectfully and quickly moved away. Kyo stumbled after Iori, still trying to cover himself with his hands. They stopped in the next shop, a coffee house, and went into the bathroom. Once inside Iori handed Kyo his tote bag. "Put on my clothes, otherwise I'll end up taking you on the floor."

Kyo flushed at the image, and started pulling off his ruined clothes. Iori watched on, memorizing every gorgeous inch of exposed skin, before it was covered in the black latex of his old outfit. Kyo started pulling at the skintight material, trying to get used to the feel of it.

"Don't do that Kyo. Just wait, it'll warm up soon and mold to you." Kyo reached into the waist and made one small adjustment before obeying. Iori frowned, it made the appealing bulge at the front of the pants less noticeable. He liked seeing the evidence of his effect on the fighter.

"I feel ridiculous. I don't have the presence to pull off an outfit like this..." grumbled the brunette. Iori smiled, "You look fine Kyo-chan. I like it on you..." Kyo sighed and ran his hands over the material, shuddering slightly when he realized it seemed to heighten his sense of touch. His nipples pebbled instantly, poking through the thin white shirt Iori had been wearing. It was way too small, even on his smaller frame.

Iori smiled even more. The outfit was designed to make his fans swoon when he wore it. He could see why it would from the way it clung to Kyo's body. He felt himself getting aroused all over again and decided they'd better vacate the room before he gave in to temptation and really did take the brunette on the floor.

Kyo reached down and clasped Iori's hand as they walked back onto the streets. A rumble in his stomach a moment later reminded him he still hadn't eaten. "How about we stop at the very next restaurant we come to Iori-sama?" The red-head nodded, "Okay....as long as it's not vegan. I can't stand tofu." Kyo chuckled at that and leaned against the strong chest a moment before he realized what it must look like and quickly straightened back up.

It took a while to find a restaurant. They'd been wandering about tourist traps up 'til then. Ironically enough the first one turned out to be Japanese. They laughed, wondering just how badly the owners would screw up their native cuisine. They were so busy looking at each other that they ran right into another pair exiting the building.

"Gomen...gomen na...ah I mean excuse me." whispered a soft voice.

Kyo rubbed the back of his head a little self-consciously and replied in Japanese "It's okay. Don't worry about it." Then he took a look at who he'd run into. He gaped slightly, this guy was cute!! Not bad boy handsome like Iori, but very appealing nonetheless.

The man looked right back, blushing furiously the whole time. "Eiji, you're staring." chuckled his companion. That caused Kyo to look over at the other one. He was gorgeous as well, and obviously attached to the first one if the hand that slid around that small waist was any indication. He felt a similar hand go around his own waist and had a sudden urge to burst out laughing at the absurdity of it all. *Iori? Jealous? Now that's funny!* Eiji's golden eyes reflected a similar sentiment.

Deciding to shake up the awkwardness of the situation, Kyo introduced himself. "Konbanwa! I'm Kyo and this is Iori." Eiji smiled and came back in broken English. "I am Eiji, this is Kenji. We're on vacation here. You can use English, I need all the practice I can get."

Kyo grinned and lifted the possessive hand that had begun to stray a little lower than he'd prefer in company. "Are you enjoying your stay?" asked the fighter. Eiji nodded. "Very much so, although some of the people... well it's an interesting city." The two couples continued to make small talk for a while. Iori asked Kenji, "How was the food in there?" The sandy haired man smiled. "Quite good actually. They use traditional methods, so everything tastes the same as it would back home." That brightened Iori's spirits somewhat, at least he knew the meat would be good now.

The group finally made their farewells as Kyo and Iori entered the building. Once they were out of earshot of each other. Both Iori and Kenji turned to their respective companions and asked, "Did you feel the energy coming off that man? I've never felt anything like it..." To which both companions nodded the affirmative.

Kyo sat down at the table the hostess showed them to and tried to ignore the curious glances, and outright ogles his clothes were receiving. "I should have gone to Terry's place and changed my clothes first. I feel so... naked." he commented. Iori's mind was still stuck on the word Terry. It hadn't occurred to him Kyo might be staying with the blonde fighter. What if he was sleeping with Terry as well? A little surge in his orochi blood answered that. *Damn! When did I get jealous? I have no claim on him.*

The waitress came by and took their orders, barbecued fish and spring rolls for Kyo, spare ribs and sake for Iori, with strawberry mochi as dessert for both. Iori watched Kyo eat a moment, he didn't care for fish himself, but he did enjoy watching Kyo suck the spices off his chopsticks. He started in on his own meal and found it even better than he'd anticipated. He'd definitely have to remember this place the next time his band came to the States on tour.

Kyo sighed as he started to get full, and eyed the large pile of bones on Iori's plate. "Don't you ever eat vegetables Iori?" asked the brunette. Iori shrugged, "Sure, but not that often. I take vitamins to make up for what I miss." Kyo shook his head and fought the urge to lecture the singer about proper nutrition. Instead he held out a slice of spring roll. "Here, try this...it's really good."

Instead of taking it from him the way he'd anticipated, Kyo watched Iori grab his hand and take the offered tidbit into his mouth along with the fingers holding it. The slight suction on his fingers sent a sharp spike of lust directly to Kyo's groin. He bit his lip as they were released for Iori to chew and swallow his offering. "Mmm, you're right Kyo. Quite tasty...though not as tasty as you."

It was an old line, but that didn't stop it from being effective. Kyo tossed a napkin over his lap as the waitress returned with their dessert so his arousal wouldn't be so damned obvious. Iori smiled at her, and asked. "Could we get that to go please?" She nodded and quickly retreated with the desserts.

Kyo gasped and met the singer's eyes, "Are you leaving already?" he asked, disappointment thick in his voice. Iori shook his head. "No, 'we' are leaving. Unless you want to spend the rest of the night in jail when I throw you on the table and take you in front of everyone here."

They made it to Iori's hotel in record time. Stumbling out of the elevator, with their hands already loosening clothes, the pair crashed against the door to his room. Iori tore a hand away from kneading Kyo's butt long enough to slide the keycard through the reader and turn the knob. The door swung in and they fell to the floor, mouths hungrily devouring each other, with their feet still sticking out in the hallway.

Kyo had just enough sense left to shift backwards a little, so they could get the rest of them into the room. Iori kicked the door shut behind them and started peeling off Kyo's outfit, even as Kyo did the same for him. It took longer than it should have, because neither man could resist touching or taking a quick taste of each inch of skin they exposed.

When they finally got the last of the barriers removed, the couple immediately shifted into a sixty-nine position and began a very different sort of battle. They wanted to see who could get the other to tumble over the edge first. Iori had experience on his side, but Kyo was a fast learner with stamina to burn.

Iori moaned around a mouthful of cock as he felt Kyo's teeth tug at his pubes before one testicle was taken into the moist heat of the fighter's mouth. In retaliation the singer wet a finger before sliding it into the tight entrance only inches from his face. Kyo's eyes crossed slightly as he repeated the gesture on Iori, and moved his lips to the tip of the red-head's weeping erection.

Not wanting to be outdone Iori relaxed his throat and started swallowing the brunette's rod, as he added another finger to the one he was currently working in and out of the ring. Kyo whimpered, he couldn't take Iori down his throat like that...so how to top it?

Iori nearly jumped out of his skin as he felt teeth grazing his erection. Not quite enough to hurt, but definitely too much to ignore. He growled slightly, adding vibration to the slick heat of his throat and added yet another finger, hitting the prostate.

It was enough to send the brunette over edge. He tossed his head back and shouted with his release. "OH GOD IORI!!" The red-head calmly swallowed the salty-sweet seed that flooded his mouth. *Heh, good effort Kyo-chan. I still beat you though...* He smiled smugly as he let Kyo's spent member slip from his lips.

Kyo was still shuddering from the force of his orgasm, unable to continue his work on Iori. He took a few deep gasping breaths as the red-head moved out from under him and pulled him into his embrace. He returned the hug lightly, still trying to shake the stars out of his head.

"I love the taste of you Kyo-chan." Kyo blushed again, and lowered his head with a groan. What was it about Iori that allowed the man to affect him so? He could take jokes that would make a drunken sailor blush without blinking, but Iori still managed to make him feel embarrassed. Iori stood up and pulled Kyo to his feet. "Come on...let's see if we can make it to the bed this time."

They did make it there, or at least to the foot of the bed. Kyo gasped as he was pushed onto his belly over the mattress, with his legs hanging off. Iori grabbed one of the tiny courtesy bottles off the dresser and looked at the label. Lotion.... it would have to do. He hadn't come prepared for intercourse. He opened the bottle and squeezed the contents on his palm. He spread the thick white liquid on his shaft, before using what remained to ease his fingers inside Kyo once more.

The brunette whimpered as he felt Iori hitting that special spot. It was good, but his body was screaming for more. "Iori...I....." He cut off with a loud moan as he felt his slowly hardening erection grasped in one huge hand. The singer chuckled and kissed one of Kyo's shoulders. "What is it Kyo-chan?" he asked as he started stroking the fighter slowly. Kyo panted a moment, then replied.

"Please take me...I want you inside me."

Iori smiled, he wouldn't have it any other way. "Very well, but first you have to tell me....have you ever done this before?" Kyo took a second to find his voice and shook his head. "No, never this." Iori digested the information. He was glad he'd be the first, but he was going to have to be more gentle than he'd prefer. Every single nerve in his body urged him to slam into the tight young body, hard and fast. He wouldn't though. He wanted the fighter's first time to be a pleasant experience.

Kyo bit back a small sound of protest when the fingers withdrew. He knew the stimulation had been removed because Iori was getting ready to enter him, but he also knew this was going to hurt. He willed himself to relax, being tense wouldn't help matters any. The penetration came and he tried to tell himself it wasn't that bad, but he couldn't keep himself from hissing slightly at the intrusion.

Iori ran his free hand over Kyo's hips as he slowly pressed forward. The small hiss of pain sent a stab of regret into his heart. There was no way to keep it from hurting, all he could do was try to outweigh the pain with pleasure. That in mind he leaned forward and began to press petal soft kisses to the warm tan skin of Kyo's back. A soft moan told him the deed hadn't gone unnoticed. Encouraged he started to suckle the smooth, supple skin. The salty tang of sweat combined with the taste that was Kyo, making Iori's head swim.

"Are you okay, Kyo-chan?" asked the red-head as his hips finally met the other's. The brunette gritted his teeth, and nodded, fisting his hands in the sheets. He could feel Iori throbbing inside him. Shuddering in anticipation he replied, "I'm fine, please...keep going."

Iori placed a kiss to the back of Kyo's neck, and started to rock slightly. He released the brunette's length and began to run his hands over the lithe body, not wanting to overstimulate. Kyo made a small sound of frustration. He appreciated the kindness of the gesture, but the wait was driving him crazy. He couldn't even move his hips back to increase the pace. The hands on his hips were holding him still. "Iori!! I'm not made of china...go faster."

The red-head lifted a brow, "My, my...enthusiastic aren't you Kyo?" The brunette started to growl when Iori pulled back and shoved forward again quickly. Kyo's complaint was cut off before it even got started, as he let out a small cry. It had hurt some, but the stroke had hit that special area inside him causing a sharp spike of pleasure. "Do you like that?" asked Iori as he began moving at the new pace. Kyo whimpered, "Yes, more give me more."

Iori grinned ferally and complied, plunging faster, and going deeper. Kyo began moaning loudly. This felt so good!! He just had to get more it. He reached back and yanked Iori hands off his hips so he could meet the singer's thrusts. Iori fell forward over the muscular back, the suddenness of the move had thrown him off balance. His erection slammed deep into the man beneath him, making the brunette scream.

Iori winced in sympathy and began to sit back. Kyo gripped his wrists tightly, and shook his head panting "No...don't stop. I'll be all right." Iori nuzzled Kyo's chestnut hair. "Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you." Kyo let out a shaky laugh. "Iori, if I could survive that beating we gave each other at the last tournament, I'm sure I can handle this." Iori laughed as well, Kyo was a strong man, how could he have forgotten that?

Armed with Kyo's permission, Iori started again at his usual pace. Fast and deep. Kyo's moans were music to his ears, making his blood heat, and his body sing. The brunette writhed under him, meeting him thrust for thrust. The dark silky hair was damp with sweat, and plastered against the strong throat. A low purr sounded in that throat as Iori leaned down to nibble on the delicate skin.

"Harder! Fuck me harder Iori!" The red-head blinked, he wasn't used to such crude language from the man. It only made him more aroused. He began to thrust harder, letting instinct take over. Kyo's moans kept getting louder, and he knew it wouldn't be long. Iori reached underneath the fighter and once again started his stroking. It worked like a charm, Kyo came again, sending his seed flying against the bedspread and over Iori's hands. The red-head followed soon after, filling the hot tunnel of his lover with his essence.

Iori fell back, sliding free of Kyo's body with a slight pop. The brunette grunted, as those powerful arms went around his chest and dragged him to the floor. Iori draped the limp fighter over his body, and held him close. They continued to lay on the plush carpet until Kyo broke the silence. "Ah, Iori-sama?" The red-head met the fighter's gaze and waited until his voice wouldn't shake. "Yes? Kyo-chan?" Kyo bit his lip nervously. "We aren't going to start fighting again after today, are we?" Iori smiled and pulled Kyo down for a tender kiss. "That depends...." Kyo looked into the singer's eyes. "Depends on what?" Iori gave him a very sultry grin and nudged the brunette with his returning erection.

A few hours later the pair finally made it into bed. Kyo groaned as he fell back against the sheets, "Ugh, I'm exhausted." Iori let out a tired chuckle and drew him into his embrace, "I was beginning to wonder if you'd ever slow down." Kyo turned onto his shoulder and met the red-head's gaze. "Sorry, I just couldn't seem to stop once I got started." The singer shook his head. "I'm not complaining, I enjoyed it." Kyo gave him a sleepy smile and snuggled against the taut chest. "It take it that means we won't be fighting anymore." Iori smiled as well, "Only if you try to leave Kyo-chan, only if you try to leave..."

END

Many thanks to Mishaela and Melissa Uran for the inspiration, and to Bunny Girl for trying to help me come up with a title (even though I ended up leaving that to Lara). Also to the webmaster of Purple Crescent, who'll probably never see this, for the game bios.