The situation was bad. The time was bad. Everything was just fucked all over. But the funny thing was that, none of the shit that was going down was happening as a business thing.

Li had just gotten control of New York. We were learning it all over again, recovering most of it from the pretty piece of porcelain Tsubasa, who had just handed it over to Li. And I think the only reason he handed it over and offered the merger between the Yami and the 36 Moons was because him and Li fucked in Tokyo. I wasn't mad....well okay I was but I wasn't admitting it. I was pretty pissed off that Li was going around fucking the ningyo though he told me he wouldn't because they were associates. Whatever...anyway after the whole deal with the Kanpeki, Ketto and the Jade, I figured shit would be slightly easier now that we owned bigger portions of New York. My problem came one night as it started to rain and I called Li. He wasn't home. So I called his office. No answer. I expected that cell phone to be my last option, but it only served to push my anger. Li didn't answer that either. Of course when he called me back, he flat out lied to me telling me he was discussing business with the ningyo when I knew he was fucking him. It pissed me off that he would lie to me and think I wouldn't know just because we were on the phone.

Li knows me better then anyone ever will and he knows he can't lie to me. I drew the line of silence between us. I didn't want to talk to him. What made it worse was that he made no effort to tell me anything anyway, which on pissed me off even more. I knew he was fucking the ningyo and he wouldn't even tell me. I stopped spending as much as I usually did in his apartment. I wouldn't speak to him at work or for anything in that manner. And Li in his ever stubborn way, wouldn't speak to me either. It only made shit worse. I had not spoken to him in over a month or so when I saw Mikkie. My Little Ghost who in some way or form forgiven me. I was sitting in the lobby, not doing anything since I was about to leave. I was just waiting for the rain to calm down when I saw him leaving the elevator. He had his coat on, his longer black almost purplish hair falling over his shoulders as he tucked some of it back behind his ear and an umbrella in hand. I leaned back on the couch I was sitting at as I said,

"Going home?"

He stopped and looked up at me, his dark, cold eyes turned to me as he said,

"Yes. You?"

"In a bit. The rain sucks."

It does when you're out in it and not home in bed with someone. He nodded as he said,

"How you going home? Cab or train?"

I had a fifty-fifty chance after actually being invited to walk with Mikkie here. I took a gamble and said,

"Train."

"I am too. We could walk to the subway."

Why he was offering the walk with me I don't know. But hey, I'm not one to ask questions. I got up as I walked over to him, tugging up on my jacket as I said,

"Thanks."

He nodded as I then noticed I was a little taller then my Little Ghost. I took the umbrella from his hand as I said,

"I'm taller."

He nodded again and reached up to his hair, gathering it back and throwing it over his shoulder as we both then left. I opened the umbrella once outside and we walked to the subway.

He was silent the whole way. His pale flawless complexion haunted me, the dark color of his hair was falling near his face despite the fact that he had thrown it back. It made me want to touch him...but I knew better. I had come too far with Little Ghost just to fuck it up with a simple stroke of his cheek. We sat in the subway car, practically the only people there. I wasn't sure what to say to him and I wasn't sure what the fuck I was doing there to begin with. I turned away, looking across from us and looking up at the ads above us about psychics and weight reducers and phone numbers in case you needed help from spousal abuse. I still held Ghost's umbrella in my hand as I sat there, my legs open because I just can't seem to sit up straight in a chair. I noticed my jeans were wet around the bottom and I really wanted a cigarette. I felt Little Ghost move beside me, his hands on his lap as he played with the tips of his nails. He leaned his head forward, some of his hair falling over his shoulder as he then turned to me and said,

"You're quiet."

"I know."

"You're never quiet. Even when it matters."

"I didn't know I was suppost to run my mouth all the time."

"It's unlike you to be quiet."

I smirked, knowing how true that was. It was then that I unconsciously reached over to his hair and tucked back the strand that fell near his face. I expected him to flinch back or least move my hand away, but he let me. When my fingers lingered near his face he said nothing. He turned to me instead, really slowly and just looked at me. I didn't know what to expect from him. I wasn't sure anymore but the look in his eye changed and I said,

"You wanna come to my apartment?"

He nodded and turned his face closer to my hand.

Three stops later, we were at my apartment. It was still raining so when we got out of the subway, I held the umbrella over the both of us and I put my arm around Mikkie's slender tiny frame. We walked quickly to my apartment where I let him in first. He took off his coat and threw it on the couch since my place was always a mess. He lifted up the bottom of his pants as he toed off his shoes as he then took off his socks and threw them next to his shoes and walked over to the futon in the living room. I set the soaked umbrella beside the door as I knelt down and unlaced my boots as I then took them off. I shrugged off my coat as I then reached into my pocket of my jeans and took out a pack of cigarettes and took one out as I lit it. I saw Mikkie leaning back on the futon, his hair over his shoulders again as he looked down at his hands. I knew what I wanted from him. What I kinda never expected since the first incident...but he was here. Willingly. I start walking over to him and I pick up a glass sitting on the table. Whatever I had in there was dried out at the bottom since I never bother to wash it and I used it as an ashtray. I sat down beside him as I then set the cup beside my foot and offered him one. He shook his head as I said,

"What do you want Ghost?"

He looked at me almost surprised.

"What do you mean?"

"Well I know what I want."

He didn't say another word. He brought his hand up to his mouth as he used his other hand to undo the button on the cuff of his shirt. He repeated the act on his other cuff as he turned to me and said,

"I would figure it would be obvious since I'm here."

It was enough for me. I smoked the last of my cigarette as I put it out in the cup and stood up. I made him stand up as I reached to the buttons of his shirt and slowly undid them. I had been here before. Territory familiar as he looked at me, helping me undo the buttons of his own shirt. Once it opened, I slipped my hands inside his shirt over his shoulders to make it fall off him. He looked down to the side with his eyes as the shirt fell down his arms. He let it go as I saw he was almost nervous. I put my arms around him and I brought him close to me as I whispered to him,

"I'm not gonna hurt you this time."

I don't know what possessed me to be so kind all the sudden. But he accepted it and I felt him put his arms around me in return. I smoothed my hands over his back, feeling how soft it was, every inch him soft and flawless...all over. I felt him tug at my shirt so he stepped back as I reached down and pulled it up and tossed it aside somewhere. And we kissed. His mouth pressed to mine as his arms went around my waist, my arms still around him. I reached up, pulling back his hair, gathering it in my hands as I kissed his neck, biting it softly, tasting the creamy flesh as a soft noise escaped his mouth. I wondered if I could get him to do that again. I bit him a little harder and he tensed, another moan like sound coming from his mouth. I moved away as I let his hair fall back down and made him sit back down on the futon. I sat beside him before putting my arms back around him. He leaned back in between our kissing and I gave him just enough room to put his legs up. I reached down between us, unbuttoning his pants, his body being too thin to wear a belt, as I unzipped them. He watched what I was doing as he kissed me. I let him, since it was more of a reassurance thing anyway.

I rubbed the forming mound there and watched his face as he closed his eyes and gritted his teeth to not let a single sound escape. A deep sigh did though and I smiled. His hands held onto my arms as his hips started unconsciously rising and falling against my hand. He wouldn't make another sound other then the occasional breath. I sat up as I made him take off his pants, opening them all the way and slowly bringing them down his legs. I don't actually remember everything that happened between us that night. I was too drunk, so fuckin wasted I could have fucked a hole in the wall and not realized it. I remember parts of it...the struggle mostly, the taste of blood, the feel of blood coming from between his legs and from his ear when I ripped out his earring by mistake. I remember he wouldn't make a sound then either. But it was different this time.

Before I took off his boxers, I leaned down, kissing his stomach. I heard him almost gasp, but he didn't need to since his stomach caved in right away. I waited until he relaxed and kissed him again, sticking my tongue in his belly button as he tensed and his stomach caved again. I kissed him higher and higher, stopping at his soft tan colored nipple for a moment as my hands worked their ways inside his boxers and drew them down. Another deep sigh escaped from him as I bit him and I watched from the corner of my eye as his right arm came to the side of my head. I saw he had another tattoo there on the pale skin of inside of his right arm. Since it was too close to see what it actually was, I ignored it as I felt him draw his knees up as the boxers slipped down. I threw them down as I leaned up, kissing his throat, the space between his collar bones, the small gap in his throat. He's breathing hard now, trying not to make a sound though I can literally feel him enjoying it. I lick my lips before I lean down again, kissing his throat then his chin and finally his mouth which was parted open as he tried to breath. His arms go loosely around my neck as I kiss him. He's worked up and anxious and so am I but before I continue and fuck up again with him, I move away and tell him to hold on. He looked at me, pissed off I gotta make him wait now. But I got up and went into my pocket where I took out my wallet and found a condom in there.

I'm always well prepared damnit.

I was about to just undo my jeans, take it out and roll it on but I realized how bad that would look. Him completely fucking exposed and me in my jeans. Sometimes Li is right...I just don't think. So I get up and head to my room where I pull off the comforter laying on my bed and bring it back out to the living room. I throw my wallet down on the floor and take off my jeans and socks as I give him the comforter. I slide off my boxers, as I take the condom out, putting it as I get under the blanket with him. He looks at me without saying anything and opened his legs for me. I smile, leaning down to kiss him as I then whisper to him it might hurt regardlessly. He nodded and much like before, I pushed inside him. He lifted his hips up as I held myself over him and closed my eyes. Ah...heaven. It was heaven being inside him. I regretted being drunk the first time I was with him. His mouth was open and he didn't say anything again. No noise...nothing. I groan a little, pushing inside him as I get to my knees and bring his body on my lap. He holds onto my arms as I hold onto his tiny hips and withdraw, slamming back inside him. A noise almost escapes him, but he catches it last minute and doesn't let it go. He doesn't want to make a sound.

I repeat the pattern, trying to get him to make some kind of noise as I thrust in and out of him. He's breathing hard, sweat starting to form at the top of his forehead and it's obvious he wants to make some kind of noise. Something's not letting him. It's like he doesn't want me to know he's enjoying it. I pull his arm up, making him sit on my lap as I kiss his mouth and let him control the pace. I hold onto his thighs now tense with every motion he makes as his hair surrounds us. His eyes are closed, almost in a form of pain but he's breathing so hard I know it's only pleasure. He holds onto my wrists to use as leverage. I kiss his mouth, moving my head slightly so my bangs fall back from my face as I smirk and say,

"Come on baby...moan for me."

His mouth is still open, breathing hard as his chest heaves. Then I hear it.

"N-no....nooo..."

It comes out as a strangled moan but a moan nonetheless. I smirk in satisfaction as I kiss his throat feeling his thighs under my hands as I said,

"Moan for me again."

He shakes his head but the soft moan comes out again as he tries to say no. It was enough. From there his moans come out soft and they're the most fucking delicious sounds I've ever heard anyone I was fucking make.

I eventually laid him back down and I finished him off, pumping in and out of him as he moaned in ecstasy, loving every second of it. I watched his face as he came, his eyes closed again as his dark hair stuck to his face, his mouth open as a deep moan echoed from his throat and he came. I didn't want to finish before him...it's more or a less a rule of thumb. I finish someone before I finish myself, unless it's business or they said no. But in cases like this, I wanted him to come first. Once he did, I followed in a series of slow movements in his body until he tightened up allowing me to come. I sighed as I laid on top of him for a while. His arms had fallen beside him as he breathed heavily. In a few moments, I picked myself up and laid beside him. I took off the condom and threw it in the cup I had used as an ashtray earlier...I know that's disgusting but what else was I suppost to do with it? I put my arm around him as I gather his hair in my hands and move away as I kiss the back of his neck. He had already fallen asleep before me.

I didn't get up until later when I heard the doorbell. I rolled my eyes completely annoyed with having one of the better fucks of the year and now having to get up from my sleep. I carefully got up, not wanting to wake Mikkie as I got my boxers on and then grabbed my jeans, pulling them up, not bothering with the belt so I held them up. I grabbed my cigarettes out of the pocket as I lit one and walked to the door, running my hands through my hair feeling I had sweated out all the gel so my hair was flat now. I got to the door and opened it only to see Li on the other side. Since he and I were not on the best of terms I wasn't exactly too please he had come to bother me now. He said he wanted to talk and I told him it wasn't the best time. And of course Li with his oh so stubborn ways wanted to talk now anyway so I let him in. He walked in, not noticing Mikkie's shoes beside the door or his umbrella. He got as far as the hallway when he noticed Mikkie sleeping on the couch, the blanket I left on him covering him up. He turned back to me as I said it wasn't a good time. He assumed I had Mikkie here under any other pretenses then his own free will. With a well fucked grin on my face I told him it was willing. Little Ghost had come to my apartment with no intention other then to let me fuck him. I was feeling over all very arrogant that Li had gotten the ningyo so I got my Little Ghost. As he looked at Ghost, sleeping there I asked him what he wanted again. He changed his mind and quickly left.

Things between Ghost and I changed slightly. He no longer acted as hostile towards me and during the time that Li and I weren't speaking, Mikkie and I were. It wasn't until Li and I came to argue again that I realized I was glad we had fought. If not for him I wouldn't have the chance to try again with Mikkie. I knew I had hurt Li by going after Ghost, but at the time, that wasn't my problem or my concern. Li and I still had many issues to deal with as friends and partners when it came to trust and who we were seeing on the side. Though eventually things got fixed, I never had another chance at Mikkie because he and I wouldn't work. I knew we wouldn't. But I was grateful for the second chance.