Lemonade

J.S.: Then you must be in the mood to read lemons a lot! Hm, a sick Rei and Takao? They\'d have to have hot bishie sex to make each other feel better!

Blackrose: Glad you\'re enjoying it, and I\'m sure his revenge will be enjoyed. As for why this story is called Lemonade? Well, since it\'s basically lemon juice with sugar added and the best way to make juice is from freshly squeezed fruit. But you\'ll need much more than one piece of fruit for that. This is basically a lot of lemons freshly given to make your wonderful lemonade! Hope I haven\'t confused you.

Silverfox: Thank you! And not counting the first chapter, the one with all the boring info there will be 37. So on here when it says I have 38 chapters then that should be the end. Meaning I\'m not even halfway there yet! So still many lemons to love and enjoy!

rachi: Thanks! That\'s quite a compliment! And as for what comes next the first chapter has a list of themes. I\'m doing them in order but that might give you a hint, but I can\'t even know where my mind\'s going to take me!

*pokes Rei and Takao* uh looks like they\'re not getting up so that means time for another Bonus Lemon!

And this chapter has been written for Blackrose who has been bugging about Kai getting some.

Anyways, Kai\'s a bit of a masochist and the style is a little bit different than some of my others.

Anyways on to Bonus Lemon #2 (aka Kai finally gets some)



The warm bath had felt good after a grueling practice but that was all Kai felt good about as he sat on the couch. The house around him was empty, per usual.

Cross team relationships were a pain when practices couldn’t be coordinated. He noted dully that the wisecracking blond was missing. That only meant he hadn’t returned from his own practice, unfortunate for Kai.

The door opened as the blond stumbled in, his face weary as he stumbled into the bathroom, returning shortly wrapped in a thick red robe.

“Jyo,” Kai said calmly as the blond collapsed onto the couch and cuddled close to him. Slowly he slid onto Kai’s lap and kissed the bluenette softly.

“It’s late, I’m cold, let’s turn the heat up,” Jyo whispered as he ran a hand through Kai’s hair.

“The heat is up,” he answered in dead seriousness as Jyo threw his head back and laughed.

“You know, you can be so clueless sometimes, but it’s almost cute.” Jyo kissed Kai’s cheek lightly and began pushing himself up off Kai’s lap but his hips were caught.

A defiant smirk flickered over Kai’s lips as he sat there. “I’m the clueless one?” He grabbed Jyo’s wrists and pinned him to the couch, straddling his hips. “No, sorry to disappoint you but I’m not the clueless one.”

Kai leaned down and snagged his mouth, nipping slightly at his lower lip as Jyo struggled against the grip on his wrists. He reached down under the couch and took the knife that way lying there. He pressed its sharp blade against Jyo’s stomach, slicing upwards through the robe a cutting it loose.

Jyo winced as Kai bit the joint between his neck and shoulder hard. It hurt but this was just the way Kai had always been. Pain turned him on.

Jyo freed his hands and pulled the black silken robe off of Kai’s body, the expensive fabric tearing as he pulled on it and his nails raked across Kai’s bare back, causing deep scratches to add to his already numerous scars.

Kai made love much how he lived, in pain and giving the pain to others. Only few would deal with it but Jyo was tough enough to take it and give back the pain he desired. He was the only one that loved him enough to be strong and give him the pain he desired.

Kai bit hard onto his nipples, lapping at the blood that dripped from the wound. Jyo grabbed his hair and yanked him into a harsh kiss. He could taste his own blood in Kai’s mouth and on his lips. It drove him crazy with need for it was pain that turned Jyo on as well.

They were made for each other, the silent blader and the witty one. They were two opposites but inside they were two halves of the same whole.

Kai felt Jyo bite down on his tongue, his own blood dripping into his mouth and mixing with the taste of Jyo’s.

Kai clutched onto Jyo’s hips as he dug his fingertips in, his hands moving downward and his short nails raking against Jyo’s hard member.

Jyo arched up against Kai, their lips pressing harshly together as they both drew from the pain.

Kai’s nails clawed hard at Jyo’s painfully hard member until they turned the flesh raw with blood. He grabbed the rod of flesh in his hands, the blood seeping out and covering his hands as Jyo pulled his mouth away and gasped as he clutched onto Kai’s hair.

Kai bit down on Jyo’s shoulder as his hands continued to move on the hot flesh, wet with blood until finally Jyo yelled at the overwhelming pain mixed with passion as he released into Kai’s hands. The creamy substance turned red as it mixed with the blood that covered them both.

Kai pulled apart Jyo’s legs and quickly thrust three fingers into his body. Sure, they enjoyed pain but he wasn’t about to destroy his lover’s core. After all, everything he did he got paid back in full.

Kai lapped at the blood that dripped from Jyo’s shoulder as he thrusted his fingers deep into the waiting body. He pulled his fingers apart, widening the soft walls wide enough to take his own size. He twisted and turned them before pulling them out and thrusting deep into the waiting body.

Jyo screamed aloud as Kai panted, forcing himself deep into the body and penetrating his core. He clutched to Kai’s body as Kai hit his center, causing his vision to darken as the passion overtook him.

The droplets of sweat dripped off Kai’s face and landed on Jyo as he thrusted deep into his lover’s body, the muscles tightening around him.

Nothing was better than this as he released into the body below him.

He stayed there, both panting and sweating as they stared into each other’s eyes, soft brown burning into crimson red.

There was no hate between them, only love and passion unbridled. But others would never understand their love. That’s why they kept it to themselves and in the morning when they stumbled out of bed and helped each other wash the dried blood of their bodies they would know this was love.