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Tavir floated all the way home, or at least that's what it felt like. His whole world had been turned upside down, but damn if he didn't like it. To his surprise, Shurik was still there when he got home.

"Heya, kid. Still being a pest?" He grinned at his friend, tossing his skates onto the floor. Shurik had been cheerfully beating the crap out of some poor guy on Tavir's PlayStation, but now he turned it off.

"How'd it go?" he asked, curiousity threading his voice. Tavir tugged off his sweat laden shirt, tossing it in the vague direction of the laundry basket, not even noticing Shurik's wide eyes.

"I... wow," he managed, still grinning. "Reyn is amazing, Shur." He threw himself onto his bed with a sigh. "I never thought.. never imagined.. that I could feel like this about another guy. But I do. And so does he!" He marveled over it yet again.

"It is possible, you know." Shurik replied, smiling wryly, and Tavir realised, rather belatedly, who he was talking to here. Shurik, who had such a crush on him. He almost slapped his forehead. <Damnit! How could I be so stupid? Poor Shurik.>

"It's okay, Tavir, I don't mind." Shurik said quietly, as if reading his thoughts. Tavir sat up, staring at him, but he only smiled. "I just want you to be happy."

"Thanks, Shur." Tavir replied finally. "You're my best friend, kid." He reached out and playfully ruffled Shurik's hair, a habit he'd grown fond of, and then his mind wandered back to thoughts of Reyn.

Shurik took the long way home, via the park, and stopped to sit and stare at the lake for awhile. His mind awhirled with half formed thoughts and emotions, and he didn't trust himself to go home just yet. <I thought I'd gotten used to it. I thought I could deal with Tavir not being mine, but..> He sighed and shook his head. <He's never been like this about anyone before. Never worried so much, never lusted for so long.. and never been so happy when something finally happened.> Shurik picked up a stone, skipping it idly across the otherwise still waters. <I want him to be happy, but.. I can't help but want him to be happy with me.>

"Hi, Shurik." A voice spoke close to him, and he glanced up in surprise.

"Reyn?" Just the person he didn't want to see right now.

"You look solemn." Instead of moving on, Reyn paused to lean against the bench Shurik was sitting on.

"Yeah. Just thinking." Shurik shrugged his shoulders, turning his attention back to the lake in the hope that Reyn would take the hint and leave.

"About Tavir?" Reyn asked casually, and Shurik's gaze leapt up to stare at him. Then he sighed.

"Am I that obvious?" he wondered despondently. But Reyn laughed gently, shaking his head.

"No, you're not. I'm just more observant than most." He reached down for his own rock, skipping it along the same path Shurik had, even as Shurik tried to pull together an answer. He was silent for so long that Reyn shrugged and turned to leave.

"Reyn?" Shurik forced himself to face those flashing green eyes, and he tried to make his voice firm. "Don't you ever hurt him."

A small understanding smile crept across Reyn's face.

"I'll try my best, Shurik," he promised, before he turned and walked away.

Tavir stood in front of the mirror, eyeing himself critically. Tonight was special -- his and Reyn's three month anniversary, no less -- and he had to look good.

"Hey, Tav." Shurik rapped on the door, then wandered in without waiting for a response. His eyes widened appreciably. "Hey! You look good. What's the occasion?"

"I told Reyn about how I'd never been on a real date, so he's taking me on one for our anniversary." Tavir grinned at Shurik in the mirror, before returning his attention to himself. "This is the best I've got to wear," he added, dubiously. It didn't seem good enough to him. Sure, the jacket was formal, and tailor made, and the shirt was silk, but all he had to go with it was jeans, even if they were brand new. And no decent shoes! His toes twitched in his sneakers.

"You look just fine, Tavir. Very smart. Where'd you get that jacket? I've never seen it before." Shurik couldn't seem to take his eyes of Tavir, but Tavir was too busy fidgeting with the jacket buttons to notice.

"My mother made me get it for some family friend's wedding.I haven't worn it since." But he was glad of it now.

"Well, you look great. No doubt Reyn will approve." Shurik nodded firmly, and Tavir turned to grin hopefully at him.

"You really think? I hope so. Things are so.. wonderful.. with him. And now he's doing this for me. I want to make sure he knows I appreciate it."

"Oh, I'm sure he will." Shurik replied, laughing.

When Tavir answered Reyn's knock at the door, he immediately wished he had tried harder to find something to wear. Reyn was wearing a black tuxedo, tails and all, offset by a dark maroon shirt instead of the classic white. His hair flowed long and loose over his shoulders, just the way Tavir liked it; all in all, he looked stunning.

"Wow, Reyn.. you look.. amazing. But you didn't have to go to so much trouble, just for me." He tugged at his jacket, feeling under dressed, but Reyn just smiled.

"It's no trouble, not for you, Tavir," he said, reaching out to sweep Tavir into his embrace for a slow, gentle kiss.

"I missed you," Tavir said softly when their lips parted.

"And I you. But now we have a whole night. Shall we have dinner first?" Reyn suggested.

"Whatever you want." Tavir didn't care, so long as he was with Reyn.

"It's so beautiful, tonight. So perfect." Tavir said softly. Dinner had been delicious, and he'd promised not to look at the bill. Then they'd walked, letting their feet guide them as they talked and just enjoyed each other's company. Now, tired of walking, they were sitting in the park, still talking; Reyn was lounging against a tree, his arms around Tavir, who was curled up against him, head resting on his shoulder.

"Not a cloud in sight." Reyn agreed, his gaze following Tavir's to stare at the stars. One hand reached up to brush Tavir's hair back from his forehead, and Tavir sighed, snuggling closer.

"And you're here. What more could I want?" He turned his head slightly to smile up at Reyn.

"Nothing at all." Reyn leaned down to plant a kiss on his forehead. Then he leaned back against the tree again. "Tavir, I've got something to ask you."

"You do?" Tavir twisted around in the embrace, meeting Reyn's gaze. He looked so serious. <I hope nothing's wrong. Everything has been so perfect tonight.>

"I.. have to move out from where I'm living," Reyn began, then paused, reaching up to flick hair out of his eyes. "I was wondering.. if you'd like to share a place with me.." He kept his gaze upon Tavir, eyes unblinking, and a small hopeful smile played at the corner of his lips.

"You.. you want me to live with you?" Tavir was dumbfounded. Here he'd been worried that something was wrong, and it was the complete opposite. Things just kept on getting better!

"Yes, Tavir. Just you and me." Reyn reached out to caress his cheek. "I'd like that a lot. What do you think?" He pulled Tavir closer, nuzzling against his throat. Tavir took a deep breath, then smiled, wrapping his arms around Reyn.

"I think I'd love it.." he murmured, closing his eyes. Reyn's gentle kisses feathered along his throat, then lower, pushing at the collar of his jacket. He felt long, elegant fingers against his chest, and then his jacket was sliding off his shoulders, letting the cool night air tickle him.

"Reyn..?" He opened his eyes again. Reyn's fingers were busy unbuttoning his shirt now, and sultry, half-lidded eyes gazed at him.

"Tavir." Reyn purred the name, deep in his throat, and Tavir felt the longing that had been a dim ache in his groin suddenly grow stronger, more insistent. He licked his lips, nervously.

"Reyn, I.. I've never done this before," he admitted. Reyn just smiled.

"Then let me teach you." Reyn's mouth pressed gently against his chest, as his hands pushed Tavir's shirt up and off him, letting it fall onto the grass. Soft lips nibbled across his chest, then latched onto a nipple, making him gasp in surprise and delight. Fingers slid down his sides, making him shiver, as Reyn's lips concentrated on the other nipple. Then those fingers were unzipping his jeans, sliding his throbbing penis free of its entrapments. He groaned as the cold air wrapped around it, while Reyn busied himself removing Tavir's shoes and getting those jeans completely out of the way. Then warmth enfolded him again, as Reyn wrapped a hand around his penis, squeezing gently.

"Oh, god.." he mumbled, closing his eyes and giving in to the feeling. Reyn's whole body pressed against him, lips tickling his ear.

"Nope, just me," that purring voice whispered, laughing softly, and kisses were rained down upon his face, even as that gentle hand pumped him, making him writhe with pleasure.

"Reyn.." he opened his eyes; Reyn's eyes glowed at him, scant inches away, as Reyn's lips nibbled on his own.

"Like that, Tavir?" Reyn's voice was husky, his lips curving into a satisfied smile. Tavir could only nod as Reyn's hand pumped him rhythmically, his hips giving in and thrusting in time. Reyn's lips slid down his body, pausing to tease his nipples, and then his navel. The warm hand around his penis disappeared, but before he could even react, Reyn's mouth replaced it, sliding him deep inside, licking and sucking.

"Reyn!" he gasped, thrusting hard into that delightful moistness, and suddenly it was all too much, and orgasm shuddered his body, as he pumped hard into Reyn's mouth. Slowly, the pleasure receded, leaving him effused in warmth, and he lay still, silent and amazed. Reyn's mouth returned to tickle his ear.

"How was that?" he asked softly.

"Gods, Reyn, it was.." Tavir trailed off, unable to find the words, and Reyn smiled.

"I know." Reyn's fingers caressed his chest. "Now let me show you something else." He sat up, slipping out of his tails, and Tavir watched as he unbuttoned his shirt, dropping it next to his jacket. <So lean.. so muscular.. he's like a cat..> Tavir marveled as he watched Reyn undress, and he reached up to touch Reyn's bare chest. Reyn shivered slightly, then grinned.

"What would you like now, Tavir?" he asked, stretching his long body out next to Tavir's in the grass.

"I.. I want you to feel as good as I did." Tavir ran hesitant fingers along Reyn's body, enjoying the feel of Reyn's baby-soft skin.

"Would you let me inside you?" Reyn caught Tavir's fingers in his own, raising them to his lips. Tavir looked unsure for a moment, but then he nodded.

"Roll over, then." Reyn whispered, and as Tavir did so, he ran his fingers down Tavir's back, sliding them between his buttocks. Tavir gasped.

"It might hurt a little, at first," he said, his tone apologetic, but Tavir just nodded. He didn't mind, not for Reyn. Fingers probed his anus, and he winced slightly, but Reyn's other hand slid around to his front, caressing his penis, which stirred in response. He set his teeth, ignoring the pain, and slowly it receded. Then he felt something that was not fingers, and Reyn's hard penis pushed inside him. He groaned; it was half pleasure, half pain, but as Reyn rocked against him, slow and rhythmic, the pleasure took over, and he moved in sync. Reyn's hand was pumping him again, and he soared in an ecstasy of feelings. Reyn's hot breath ruffled his hair, becoming louder and more ragged, and then the fingers enclosing him squeezed, and with a soft groan, he came again, spurting semen even as Reyn gasped his name and came inside him, pumping wildly before he gave in and relaxed.

They both lay silent, breathing heavily, and then Reyn gently slid himself out of Tavir.

"It didn't hurt too much, did it?" he asked, concern lacing his voice. Tavir smiled and rolled over, curling up against Reyn's warm, soft body.

"No, it didn't." he whispered, and then hesitantly he added "I love you, Reyn." Silence greeted his words, and worry clenched his heart, but then lips pressed against his forehead.

"I love you too, Tavir."