November had come and gone, all the trees’ leaves were scattered in the wind, hibernating for the winter. Snow flurries were beginning to become more and more common as the days passed. It seemed like Christmas was right around the horizon, and as Kichirou found out, so was Jun’s 17th birthday.

During December, most schools usually received the 23rd through January 7th off, and even though the students got those days off, the teachers still had to go in occasionally for meetings and to make study plans. Since on these days Jun would be left home alone, Kichirou bought a kotatsu (heated blanket table) so that he could stay warm while he was gone at school. It was on the 23rd that Kichirou found out that Jun’s birthday was on the 24th. 

“Why didn't you tell me?” Kichirou huffed angrily. Jun just smiled at him. 

“I don't need anything,” Jun said as he stretched his legs out beneath the kotatsu, loving the feel of being warm. Kichirou was standing in the kitchen, his hands on his hips and a defiant expression on his face. This expression amused Jun greatly. “So it didn’t seem like I needed to tell you.”

“But we can still do something!” Kichirou almost yelled. He waved his arms around and walked over to Jun.

“Uh-huh…” Jun purred, reaching up and grabbing Kichirou’s chin, pulling him down for a kiss. “I can find lots of somethings to do.” Jun licked Kichirou’s lips, parting them easily before he whispered, “Mainly you.” 

Kichirou shuddered and his knees trembled. He collapsed beside Jun, letting him kiss him until he so desired. Once he had his fill, Jun let go and nipped Kichirou’s ear. Shuddering, Kichirou tried to make his point. 

“I want to do something for you.”

“You just being you is enough for me.” This sentence had Kichirou’s heart thundering, Jun always said the most important things when he was least prepared. Kichirou leaned over, his ass cradled between Jun’s legs, and kissed Jun on his lips. Jun chuckled and grabbed Kichirou’s chin fiercely, beginning again his attack.

“Mngh.” Kichirou moaned. 

~~~~

“He still living there?” Ren asked Kichirou. The two of them were sitting in a bar after they finished their assignments on the 24th. Kichirou knew it was Jun’s birthday, but Jun had gotten a call late last night, interrupting their lovemaking, from his friends who had wanted to take him out for the day as celebration. Kichirou had told him to go, because otherwise it would have seemed odd to not do something he did every year with his classmates. 

“Yes, he’s still with me.” Kichirou rotated the glass in his hands, feeling the condensation seep into his skin. Ren was tapping the bar countertop, his eyes watching the bartender as he mixed another drink for a customer. 

“Are you happy?” This question shocked Kichirou, and when he looked up from his drink, Ren was staring at him unflinchingly. It took not even a second for Kichirou to answer. 

“Yes. I am.”

~~~~

“You sure you’ve got him?” Kichirou heard an unfamiliar voice saying right near his ear. The next voice rumbled through his chest causing his eyes to flutter open. 

“Yeah, he’s not that heavy.” The voice belonged to Ren, and for some reason Kichirou was on Ren’s back who was clutching Kichirou’s legs to him. It didn’t take long for Kichirou to realize that he had drunk too much at the bar and, it seemed, had passed out at some point. 

“Why didn’t you call Jun?” Kichirou whispered into Ren’s ear. Ren cast a glance behind him and smiled. 

“He’s a minor, they wouldn’t let him in here.”

“Oh… right…”

“Just hold tight and I’ll get you home.”

However, that wasn’t very far, because soon after they set off, a large figure towered of Ren, his blond hair swaying lightly in the wind. 

“I can take him, Ren.” Came Jun’s voice. Kichirou’s eyes fluttered again at the sound, and his smile turned glaringly bright. 

“Jun…” He whispered. 

Ren noticed the pissed expression on Jun’s face and immediately assisted in transferring Kichirou to his back. He didn’t want to get in between them. After all, his friend had said he was happy. He watched as the young student and his teacher set off into the night towards their home. Sighing, Ren wished that he still had a relationship like that to rely on. 

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Kichirou woke up when a downpour of cold water drenched him upper body. His eyes shot open. Jun had carried him all the way home and then had taken him to the bathroom, setting him in the shower only to turn on the cold water at full blast. 

“Wait,” Kichirou mumbled, standing up. His suit was beginning to stick to his body, drenched in the cold water. Jun stood to the side, either helping or anything else. His eyes were bright under the fluorescent lights. “Jun, the clothes. I'm going to take them off, so wait a sec-” He didn't have time to finish his sentence because as soon as he tried to get away from the spray, Jun walked over and pushed him against the wall, holding him directly under it. 

“Uwa!!” Kichirou screamed at the force. At this point, Kichirou was no longer drunk. He was wide awake, his entire body freezing. He knew, though, that Jun wouldn’t do anything to harm him, so even though he was being held hostage against the wall, suddenly he was more worried about his clothing than anything else. 

“This poor suit,” he muttered under his breath.

Jun bent down, his warm breath whispering across Kichirou’s face as he breathed, “You have more.” But still, Jun began to tear of Kichirou’s belt, tie and coat, leaving him in only his pants and white suit shirt. He had apparently lost his shoes and sock at the front door. 

“I spent a lot of money to buy this.” Kichirou muttered, staring at the soggy mess strewn across the floor. Jun was still in a white shirt and a pair of black jeans. The water made moth of their shirts completely see through. Jun eyed Kichirou’s perk, pink nipples throught that tantalizing fabric. 

“Don't wear it again.” Jun breathed, biting down hard on Kichirou’s lower lip. “It smells of another man.” 

Jealousy was like a bright fire that could never be completely put out, no matter how much you soothed, tiny sparking embers would still remain. Kichirou figured out from that statement that Jun was still worried about Kichirou being with Ren by himself. This was the only way he felt he could claim Kichirou without actually biting his neck. 

“I'm sorry I made you worry.” Kichirou whispered, reaching up through the cold water’s spray and lightly touching Jun’s cheek. He caressed it with the back of his fingers. Jun closed his eyes only to reopen them quickly. He pushed his body forward, his erection standing tall and hard against Kichirou’s skin.

“What are you going to give me?” Jun whispered, grinding his erection into kichirou’s stomach. The thin, wet fabric held no resistance and Kichirou could feel how hot and ready Jun was beneath that measly scrap. 

“Dinner?” Kichirou questioned, as if that was the only thing on his mind. Jun growled and pushed his body fully into Kichirou, holding him steady against the wall with just his hips. Jun’s deft fingers began to unbutton the shirts the both of them were still wearing. 

“First,” Jun whispered, raining kisses along Kichirou’s collarbone, nipping at the bone that held firm against that taut skin. His voice was almost hoarse with tension and lust, “Let me eat you.” All of their clothes disappeared in seconds and Jun’’s mouth devoured Kichirou’s. “Then,” He whispered in between kisses, “we will eat a delicious meal.”

Lmw nma crossover

Kichirou stared at the many options before him, wondering why there were so many different options and colors. He was still dreading the bet he had made with Jun. Why had he promised to crossdress if Jun scored first place in his exams? That was the stupid thing he had ever done. So now, here he was, staring at the many different options of stockings, looking like a creeper. 

He bit his bottom lip and sighed. Did it really matter what color they were? He reached out toward the pair of thigh high black classic stockings only to bump into another hand. 

When Kichirou glance up, his eyes fell onto a man the same height he was. The man was more of a boy. Maybe Jun’s age at seventeen. He had almost pitch black eyes and hair that was pulled up into a small bun at the back, indicating it would probably fall down to his shoulders if it was down.

“Oh,” the boy muttered, his face flushing a bright red. “Sorry.” 

“No problem,” Kichirou muttered back, embarrassed as well. Suddenly from behind the boy appeared a larger man. He was around Jun’s height with long flowing black hair and eyes that sparkled like the night sky. 

“Xiao Momo, are you done yet?” came his husky voice. It was laced with innuendos and heat. Kichirou know, at that moment, that the boy seemed to be in the same position as him. 

Looked like bets were hitting everyone hard.

Fingertips traced up the back of Kichirou’s neck, sending shivers throughout his spine. Glancing back, Kichirou’s eyes fell on Jun and a small happy smile appeared. Jun glanced over at the two men beside Kichirou, saw the stockings in You XiaoMo’s hand and a grin bloomed on his face. 

Ling Xiao stared at Jun and it seemed as if something clicked in their heads. They instantly moved toward each other, clapping hands. 

“Brethren!” the both yelled out at the same time. Kichirou and XiaoMo both jumped and edged away, their glances catching each other. They both instantly felt sorry for the other, knowing, in their hearts, that they must be in the same predicament. 

The two could not follow the conversation so they quietly, and quickly, went over to the register to buy their stockings. Once done, they both quickly ran out of the shop, too embarrassed to stay in there any longer. 

It must have been only a few minutes later when the two semes walked out of the store, their eyes sparkling with mischievous intent. The two ukes were then whisked away and somehow they both ended up in the same hotel room, stuck in the bathroom as their lovers stood on the other side waiting for them to come out in their newly acquired outfits. 

Kichirou and XiaoMo stared at each other, wondering if this was all just a dream. Where was their lovers’ jealousy? It seemed as if the two had been possessed as soon as they laid eyes on each other. 

“Can I escape?” XiaoMo asked, staring at the outfit on the bathroom counter with a forlorn look. 

“We could try the window?” Kichirou muttered looking behind him at the small window. But, he thought, it might be hard to fit through. They weren't exactly small. 

“I think they chose the 14th floor on purpose.” XiaoMo sighed, holding the stockings in front of him. He knew that even if he went into his Space, that Ling Xiao would just follow him in and drag him out. It was better to…

“Get it over with.” Kichirou finished. XiaoMo looked up, and realized, rather late, that he was doing it again. Talking out loud, that is. “Yeah, but I'm kind of mad.”

“Why?” XiaoMo questioned. 

“Aren't you?” Kichirou stated, “That they aren't showing any jealousy?”

XiaoMo’s eyebrows furrowed as he thought about it as if he just realized it. “It is strange. Ling Xiao would never let me change in front of anyone. So why is it ok with you?” 

“Same with Jun. It's rather odd, and I don't like it.” Kichirou looked at the other man, his eyes twinkling. “XiaoMo, right? I think I've got an idea.”

“What is it?” 

“Well-”

Jun and Ling Xiao were both sitting on the bed waiting for their lovers to appear in all their glory; however, it was a rather long time before they both looked at each other and wondered what their lovers were doing. 

“What's taking them so long?” Jun pondered. Ling Xiao’s eyes furrowed and he stretched out his senses toward the bathroom. Immediately he shot off the bed and threw the bathroom door open. 

On the cushioned floor, much to Jun and Ling Xiao’s surprise, were Kichirou and XiaoMo. Both of them were in nothing but black lace underwear and thigh high stockings. Kichirou was on his knees before XiaoMo, his hand lightly touching the edge of XiaoMo’s thigh. The most surprising this, was that the two of them were kissing. 

To Jun and Ling Xiao, it seemed as if the both of them had just walked into a porno scene. Both of them were frozen in place unable to move as the scene unfurled. 

Their moans echoed in the bathroom, reaching all the way to the door. Ha Ha

Nn Ah Mmm. Ngh.

“Kichirou…”

“That's pretty bad, XiaoMo.”

“You look unfrayed just from kissing me.”

Kichirou pushed XiaoMo down until their bodies were touching, even their cocks.

“You… you're rubbing against me.”

“Mmm. And you're rather hard. Has Ling Xiao been neglecting you?”

Kichirou bent down and took one of XiaoMo’s nipples into his mouth, sucking their perky peak. Beneath him, XiaoMo shuddered. 

“Ngh… wait… Kichirou… ngh.” As he pulled away, their legs tangled, dark black against each other. Their positions never changed, but even though Ling Xiao could move faster than even in the blink of an eye, somehow, Jun was faster. He was behind Kichirou, putting his hand against his chest, and pulling his lover away from the other man's nipple, only to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. 

Ling Xiao was behind XiaoMo, his hands beneath his arms, hauling him up until he straddled his waist, their kisses loud and wet. Kichirou and XiaoMo's legs were still tangled, the black showing their long, smooth legs. 

Under the strength of their lovers, the thin fabric covering their entrances was ripped open and then, without warning both of them were filled to the brim with their lovers’ warmth. 

They both let out loud groans, their eyes closing. Each thrust was like a man starving for water, it ignited the passion. Jun bit Kichirou’s shoulder as he thrust in and out, his hands moving his hips to push in farther. 

Ling Xiao was thrusting into XiaoMo at a rapid pace, he bent down and bit him on his stomach, leaving a red mark. 

I'm having sex… XiaoMo thought, … with Ling Xiao in front of others. What do I do? But I can feel Ling Xiao even more than usual. 

Feeling him tightening above him, Ling Xiao flipped XiaoMo over until his chest was to the floor and he was being taken from behind. With a long, hard thrust, Ling Xiao began to pump in and out of XiaoMo faster than he ever had before. Beneath him, XiaoMo was twitching and moaning with every thrust. 

“Don't tighten up from watching others have sex, Momo.” Ling Xiao whispered threateningly into XiaoMo’s ear. 

“That's not…”

“The one inside you right now… is me!”

Right nearby, Jun was also pounding fairly into Kichirou. His hands stroked the thin piece of lingerie as each thrust pushed him deeper. Kichirou moaned and panted under the thrusts. 

“Why… ahn… are you being so rough?”

“I'm insanely jealous.”

“Why? I only… ahn… belong to you. Go deeper. Hit the deepest part of me. I want your everything.”

“Can I go harder?” Jun whispered, his hands roaming Kichirou’s body. 

“It's fine.” 

Ling Xiao thrust in deeper, putting his hands on XiaoMo’s stomach to hold him in place.

“Don't… angh… press on my stomach…” XiaoMo whimpered. 

The ukes’ pants mingled as they fell on the floor at the same time. Their hands touched as they rocked together, and slowly their fingers intertwined. Their holes tightened around their partners and the two semes knew that they were more than ready to explode. 

“Mmm.” Jun moaned. “Go on.”

“Come for me.” Ling Xiao ordered. 

As they came, Kichirou and XiaoMo looked over at each other. Their faces were covered with sweat, blushed red from the heat, they leaned toward each other, as if going in for a kiss. Hands wrapped around their mouths, pulling them away from one another. 

“No flirting.” Ling Xiao admonished.

“I don't like it.” Jun whispered.

The cocks inside them grew large once more and they both thrust deep, causing screams to echo from their lovers throats.