Inui: *is glomped* I see you received what was in the box.

Fuji: Yes. *kiss kiss kiss*

Inui: *carries the body in his arms into the house* I see you like.

Fuji: Your powers of deduction are amazing. *clings onto Inui and continues to kiss him*

Inui: *shifts Fuji in his arms, in between kisses* Can I take my shoes off?

Fuji: Not yet. *legs tighten around Inui's waist* Lean me up against the door. *kiss kiss nibble kiss* Don't let go~...

Inui: *nudges the door shut with his foot, backing Fuji gently against it* Like so? *smirks, kissing Fuji languidly*

Fuji: *ah, yes, this was more like it, the solid support of the door against his back, Inui's hands cradling his backside* Oh yes. You're a quick study, Professor. *each kiss thanks Inui quite thoroughly for his thoughtful and special gift*

Inui: *loses himself in the kiss, sandwiching Fuji more against the door*

Fuji: Nnh...Inui. *curls himself tighter against Inui, trying to taste every bit of him as they kiss* Who taught you to kiss like this?

Inui: Mm...a book...somewhere. *he ends the sentence by drawing Fuji's bottom lip between his teeth, nipping lightly* Though the application is much better.

Fuji: *is silently impressed, usually such things can never be learned from a book, though he is shameless about taking advantage of Inui's knowledge...and shaping it into practical use*

Inui: *slowly explores the inside of Fuji's mouth with his tongue, his hand lightly massaging the other boy's backside*

Fuji: *his fingers dig deeply into Inui's shoulders, feeling the muscles in them tense and tighten with supporting him, exciting to hold all this power in his hands*

Inui: *pulls away to rest his forehead against Fuji's, his breath heavy. Words failed him, all he could think of doing was to outline Fuji's face into his memory, the flush from the other's skin stealing his curiosity*

Fuji: *he feels uncontrollably hot, feverish and burning, everywhere; the spot where their foreheads touch, the skin of his palms clinging to Inui's neck, the entire world below his waist, insistently pressed against Inui's body and wrapped around him* Inui... *the name is lighter than breath in his mouth, cotton candy spun from air* I...you... *the thoughts are not easily formed into words, and the words they might form are dangerous ones, intent on channeling that heat into other avenues*

Inui: I... *he breathed, unsure whether he was encouraging himself or Fuji to continue with that thought. He begin to slowly rock his pelvis against against Fuji out of faint instinct, his body reacting without his mind's full consent*

Fuji: *You don't have any idea what you're doing to me, do you? Breath hisses between his teeth, a groan of oversensitized skin stimulated by the rough friction of fabric against it*

Inui: ...you *with a shuddering breath, Inui returned his lips to Fuji's, nipping on his bottom lip*

Fuji: ...yes. *yes, up against the door, it wouldn't be too difficult, it is clearly something they both want, if the tension strung between them is any indication*

*without warning, the solid weight of the door shoves back against Fuji, spilling him farther into Inui, surprise eliminating any possibility of counterbalance as the floor comes up to meet them*

Yumiko: Syuusuke? Is that you~?

Fuji: *under his breath* Impeccable timing, Neesan. *he summons the smile automatically, turning to look over his shoulder at her* Yes. Sorry we were in the way of the door.

Yumiko: *she has that 'I know what you were doing' look that is somewhere between coy and predatory; it is one Inui knows well in the masculine form* Are you both all right? I thought the door was stuck. *niko*

Inui: *'Sure you did' Inui thought to himself, resting his head back against the floor, grumbling that his body ached in many different ways.* As you can see, the door is fine.

Yumiko: Indeed. *she steps all the way in, closing the door behind her, shucking her heels and neatly kneeling down next to their prone forms* Does anything hurt, Inui-kun? Syuusuke looks like he's gained weight recently, so it couldn't be comfortable with him crashing onto you like that.

Fuji: Neesan... *really, she is impossible, facilitating and thwarting them as it amuses her*

Yumiko: *there is a moment of silent communication between the siblings, and then her shoulders lift gently, elegantly, like a fall of water, in time with soft laughter* Ah, yes. *she reaches a hand over and ruffles her brother's hair with a wry smile* Bad timing on my part?

Inui: Bad timing is an understatement. *he sighs, moving Fuji into a more comfortable position, looking up at Yumiko* I'll survive, my record of having people fall on me is quite substantial.

Fuji: *carefully shifts with Inui's movement, one hand laying across Inui's chest* You sure you're all right? *the heat of earlier is slow in leaving but gradually drains from his body and he sends his sister another significant look*

Yumiko: *touches Inui's shoulder and rises to her feet* Remind me to do a reading for you and see if I can explain why that is, Inui-kun. *smiles* I'll make you boys some tea.

Inui: Yes...tea. *follows Yumiko's trailing form, rubbing small circles at the small of Fuji's back, his hand slipping further as she disappears from view*

Inui: Ask me later... *lifts his head to kiss Fuji, parting the other's lips with his own. He's been used to interruptions and the growing sexual frustration, though at the moment he was not ready to stop, not just yet*

Fuji: *the answering laugh in his throat is muffled, and he gleefully takes Inui's face in his hands, greeting the kiss and returning the greeting in kind*

Inui: *finds himself quickly forgetting about the sister in the kitchen as the kiss deepens*

Fuji: *while he cannot dismiss Neesan's presence completely, other considerations push her much farther down the list*

Inui: *moans softly as he pulls Fuji closer to him, his hands caressing Fuji's sides and back*

Fuji: *breath escapes him in a hiss, he kisses back with force and urgency, as hotly as if they had never been interrupted*

Yumiko: Careful, Inui-kun, Syuusuke is ticklish there.

Inui: *breaking the kiss, Inui turned his head in the direction of the voice* I know, that's why... *finally takes notice of whom he is talking to, much to his frustration* ...hi again. Go away.

Yumiko: *laughs; ah, young boys really do have just one thing on their minds* If you're going to compromise my little brother on the entryway, I hope you came prepared.

Fuji: *exhales a long, hot sigh against Inui's neck, more exaggerated than he's truly feeling, though the frustration is keen at the moment* Not much left to compromise, Neesan. Are you planning to watch and give commentary?

Yumiko: It would be a great addition to the family scrapbook, Syuusuke. *niko*

Inui: *grumbles under his breath* I can think of another page...

Fuji: *sotto voce* I'm sure you can. *to Yumiko* Tea ready?

Yumiko: Mmm. And I put out some of your birthday cake from Saeki. *practically wearing her halo now, yes* I suppose you're at the age where I should have The Talk with you.

Fuji: Neesan, we had The Talk when I was seven.

Yumiko: Not that one, the one about how not to get caught by the rest of the family. *puts a finger to her lips* Come to think of it, I should have that one with Yuuta, too.

Fuji: *doesn't groan. Really*

Inui: *will not say he needs to have that talk, he will not ask...he does not need to know...shit* What ways can you not get caught by family? *sighs*

Yumiko: For starters, Syuusuke's naughty thoughts are way too loud...

Fuji: *sharply, eyes open* Neesan. Enough.

Yumiko: *even she knows to quit if Syuusuke is serious; she nods graciously and the subject floats away as if on the wind* Go have your cake and eat it, too, boys. *blows a kiss at them and retreats into the living room* 

Fuji: *hauls himself up off of Inui, holding out a hand to him*

Inui: *takes Fuji's hand and rises to his feet* I'm impressed by her double entendres.

Fuji: It runs in the family. *lowers his voice* Take your shoes with you. *retrieves a pair of his own from the landing and indicates Inui should slip his off and carry them*

Inui: *slips off his shoes and gathers them in one hand, giving Fuji a curious glance* Your family is full of surprises.

Fuji: *offers nothing in reply but a bright smile as they cross towards the kitchen. Indeed, cake and hot tea have been laid out, complete with forks* The plan, you see, *he waves Inui towards a chair, depositing his shoes near the door to the laundry room,* is to eat and run.

Inui: I see, brilliant. *sets his shoes next to Fuji's before taking the offered spot* Your sister...forgot to add ice to the tea, I expected that. To do so would have been helpful.

Fuji: As a species, Fuji drink their tea hot enough to scald normal humans. *as if to prove a point, he picks up his own cup and takes a swig, setting it down with a grin* But I'll get you some ice for your tea, seeing how you're a mere mortal and all. *sly grin to himself as he opens the freezer* Try the cake.

Inui: *takes a swipe at the green-tinged icing, giving an experimental lap at his finger* I should ask how Saeki made the icing with the wasabi, the blend is impressive.

Fuji: *laughs out loud, rich and full* Only you would taste my birthday cake and get all sparkly-eyed wanting the recipe. *drops an ice cube in Inui's cup and himself in Inui's lap, running fingers through the back of his boyfriend's hair* How's your head? The landing didn't greet you as unkindly as the floor the other day, did it? *his voice is unusually soft with concern*

Inui: *wraps a free arm around Fuji's waist* I am not the biggest fan of wasabi but I do enjoy it. *he tilts his head to rest on Fuji's shoulder, smiling* The fall was an improvement, and thankfully no reinjury.

Fuji: Good. *he smiles, caught for just a moment in wondering exactly when this person became quite so important to him and why he fought it for so long* Here. *he reaches to drag his own plate and fork over, stabs a bite of cake and offers it to Inui* The quicker we eat this, the quicker we can go walk in the park...away from the watchful eyes of my well-meaning but intrusive sister.

Inui: I wonder, *takes a bite of the cake* do we really have to eat and run? Can't we just...run?

Fuji: *gives this serious thought...for all of .0023 seconds* Let's get out of here. *eyes alight with mischief, he scrambles up off Inui's lap and pulls on his shoes* 

Inui: *nearly hops from his chair, grabbing his shoes and slipping them on with fast precision* Let's go.

Fuji: *tucks his hand into Inui's, where it seems to fit perfectly, and leads him out the back door* Want to share a swing?

*inside, Yumiko has laid out her tarot cards, and is amused that no matter how many times she has shuffled them and redealt them, the Lovers keeps bridging the gap between Death and the Hanged Man*

(Player notes: Fuji has always been Death in Yumiko's readings, and when she began drawing for Inui, his personal card in her deck has been the Hanged Man.)