SuperPunk

(Sure! You start though )

Mikado rubbed his forehead softly. He continued to clean up the room, picking up dirty laundry and pillows on the floor. He picket up Kida's worn white sweater and immediately caught the smell of him... It was fresh but...smelled like flowers. He set it down on his bed and folded it neatly. Before leaving the room, he smiled once. "How girly."

( ADVANTAGES? 8D ) Mikado frowned and flinched when Kida pulled his cheeks. "My house, my rules. I always win. So stop cheating." Mikado said, in a rather harsh tone. It'd pissed him off enough that he lost twice. But now, Kida was acting smug about it? Some things never change with him...

UkeSora says: I WANT LEN OR lady koko; says: I GOT KAISO UkeSora says: THAT REDHEAD GIRL lady koko; says: *KAITO LOL EDIT: lady koko; says: okay so back on topic smut

Dude. Chill. It's just a game. Besides, he gave you a house, clothes, and food. Even a system to play Re:Coded on. Be happy with what you have.

Mikado stuck his nose in the air as he answered, "Of course I did. But, you didn't have to go so far. Popsicles are a lethal weapon and you know that. I call a foul." Casually, he walked over to Kida, hands in his pockets. "Next time we play, no popsicles. Then, I'll be sure to win. No matter what stunt you pull." (I LIKE HOW THEY THINK IT'S JUST A GAME )

Well, f*ck. Mikado shuddered. He crossed his legs and pursed his lips into a thin line. He blushed darkly at the sight of his friend with the Popsicle. Licking every drop... Quickly, he bolted to his room. "I-I'm going to go fix the bed!" He yelled as he ran to the room... He lost. Again.

Braig: RELOAD!! That's it. There are more. Like the fight with Eraqus and Xehanort but I have no idea what they're saying.

Oh no. Not this. ANYTHING but this... Mikado gulped hard and smiled. "Kida-kun? Do you honestly think someone as innocent and clueless as me would make such an innuendo? I'm shocked!" Mikado laughed nervously and walked to the window. He needed air. Was it hot in here or was it just him..?

Mikado smiled as his hand slid away from Kida's neck. "Oh, but there are Masaomi-kun. One of them being..." Mikado stepped closer to Kida, hand on his chest. "I'm always on top..." With that, Mikado pulled away and pushed Kida slightly, just like last night.

Mikado closed his eyes and smiled. He reached forward and put a hand behind Kida's neck, pulling him close. "Kida? I never said you were allowed on my counter. I am the host of this house, which means, I can control you when you're under this very roof." Oh yeah. He'd win this time for sure.

Mikado's breath hitched. Not again! If they were going to play this game again, Mikado would be sure not to lose. After all, losing twice was never something Mikado did. Never. Mikado's plate followed Kida and he stood next to him. "Then what do you mean, Kida? And don't say my name like that! It's.....weird." He said, blushing.

"W-what do you mean?!" Mikado asked. He stood up and walked over to refill his cup of juice, swinging his hips in the process. "I don't think I look like a girl." He stood up from bending over and leaned next to his chair. A breeze came from the window and Mikado shuddered. An his shorts drooping from his hips, almost ready to fall didn't help it. "Sorry." He said, closing the window and pulling up his pants.

Mikado laughed once and smiled toothily. He had liked it too. He started to eat again and smiled happily while doing so. Suddenly, Mikado blushed and laughed. "But, man, you looked like such a girl under me like that, Kida!" (Failpost.)

Mikado smiled. "Thanks. It was a lot of effort." He thought it was funny, how Kida ate. Messy, but cute. Mikado ate away ate his food, occasionally asking Kida if he wanted more. After a while, Mikado didn't know how to start a conversation. He wanted to bring up the whole touchy geeky situation last night, but he didn't know how to bring it up... "Kida? I'm sorry about touching you like that last night."

'I didn't' Mikado was tempted to say. But he couldn't lie. He did. Mikado let out a rather loud sigh and smiled. "Just come and eat Masaomi-kun." Mikado walked over to the table and took a seat. As he sat down, he grabbed a couple of knives, forks and spoon and set them on the table. The syrup, butter, jam, and other topping were all on the table. It looked beautiful so he didn't regret going food shopping at three in the morning for his best friend. "Good morning by the way!"

(Sure ) Mikado tried to fan out the smell of the food by opening the window and the door slightly. Hopefully Kida wouldn't notice. He had gotten out of bed early to prepare a meal for his best friend. So far, the eggs, French toast, bacon, and pancakes were done. He decided to make French toast and pancakes in case Kida didn't like something. He got two plates and served himself, setting on a table. As he went to turn off the stove, he served himself and Kida a glass of orange juice. Wait, what if Kida drink milk in the morning..?

Mikado slimmed his eyes and frowned. "I did ask earlier." He got off of his friend and layed down next to him, back facing Kida. Insinctively, Makido arched his back and stretched his muscles, earning cracks and pops from his tired body. He pulled the covers over his head and felt thee warmth engulf him. "Kida-kun? When we wake up in the morning.... nah. Nevermnd. It'll be a surprise." he said, smiling.

Oh no. Mikado wasn't going to have that. Certainly not. Despite wanting to yank off Kida's shirt because of how long he was taking, he couldn't gather the courage for it to be okay to let him take off his pants. Mikado was a bit too innocent for that. Besides, it was still as if they didn't know each other well enough for whatever this was. After four or five long years, it felt a bit weird. Blushing, he held his palms over Kida's hands and stopped them from their actions. He lost now. He knew it. "Pants are okay. Keep your pants on if you want." he insisted.

Mikado shivered. Not again. This game was getting harder and harder to play. Thinking fast, Mikado stopped tickling his and sat up straight on Kida's lap. He saw Kida's forehead covered with sweat and his face flushed a bit. At this, Mikado smiled. Surely, Kida was about to give up this little game they had been playing. "Now do you want to take that off? We could open the window and you'll feel better..."

(SENSUALNESS ) Mikado felt uncomfortable ticking Kida in such an akward position so he sat on his lap and tickled harder. Mikado pulled off an innocent look as his best friend struggled and wiggled beneath him. He liked that. It made him feel dominant... "It feels like I can't breathe when I see you. Kind of like how you're supposed to be feeling now, Ma~sa~omi-kun~."

Mikado shivered at how Kida had separated his name like that... It was... No. He can't think like that. Not like Kida. God knows what goes on in his mind. "But I 'spose you're right...Would you rather I had my clothes off?" Mikado blushed at this. What the hell? Ah. Kida was playing this game. Okay. Maybe innocent little Mikado would play along. Mikado began to take of Kida's shirt, making sure to let his hands slide on Kida's sides. "It's just, seeing you with this on makes me stuffy..." However, after reaching his ribcage, he started to tickle Kida.

(Yeah I just knocked out Dx) Mikado's eyes wandered to his friend. He rolled his eyes and frowned. Mikado knew what was goingnon. Kida wasn't being Kida. He was being shy and Mikado wouldn't have that. That was Mikado's job. Mikado slid a hand to grab a handful of the clothes on Kida's back and smiled. He wondered how his best friend could sleep like that. "Arent these restrictive..?"

(SORRY I AM SOOOOO SORRY. I FELL ASLEEP Dx But if it makes you feel any better, it's 12:00 A.M and I'm replying Dx ) Mikado smiled. He took off his sweater and undershirt so only his pants remained. That was how Mikado slept. He pulled the covers over his body but didn't go to sleep. Instead, he just looked at the ceiling and crossed his arms over his head. He snuck a glance over to Kida. "Are you sure you're comfortable..?"

Mikado raised an eyebrow but then smiled. "Sure, Masaomi." As they ventured into Mikado's home, he motioned to the phone. "Theres the house phone in case you want to inform a relative. Over there is the kitchen if you get hungry. And the bedroom is over there." Mikado reached over to a closet and brought out a blanket and a pillow. He set them on the couch and layed down. "I'll sleep on the couch so you can be more comfortable, alright?"