A/N: Porn? What porn? Warg is not allowed to write porn. The appearance of my favorite Wolf's Rain character in this chapter is yet another reason why this is so and why it's all for the best that I don't own them. (What, you thought Blue or Tsume was my favorite? You think being my favorite exempts any particular character from an uncomfortableness?) If you need me, I'll be in my bunk.

Other things that Warg only owns copies of the CDs for are Run D.M.C., Roxette, the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Johnny Cash, Jane's Addiction, Whitesnake, Cake, War, Adam Ant, the Bangles, Gin Blossoms, Coolio, the Zombies, and Mighty Mighty Bosstones, but she's more than happy to share links when asked.

“Our anniversary,” Tsume repeated unbelievingly. “I didn’t think we had one of those.”

“It’s been two months to the day since we ran into each other on that pipeline.” Toboe shook his head when the tall white-blond continued to stare at him. “Look, do you want it or not?”

“If you insist.” Tsume shrugged. “I haven’t gotten you anything, though.”

“You can make it up to me later.” The redhead grinned, withdrawing a small, velvety box from his pocket.

Tsume’s golden eyes flashed wide open in terror. “Runt. I’m going to have to kill you,” he muttered, moving to catch the smaller male. The boy's sister had just gotten engaged, and this seemed to be putting some rather disquieting ideas into Toboe's head, as far as the aloof wolf was concerned.

Toboe appeared quite calm for someone facing his imminent demise, flipping the box open to reveal it to be empty, save for a small folded scrap of paper. Pulling his runt’s head under one arm, Tsume unfolded it to read two words: Find me. Tsume dropped the note and proceeded to attempt to do just that, letting his mouth do most of the searching.

“Mmm… not there,” Toboe informed him as Tsume pulled the boy’s shirttail up. He kissed the bared flesh and moved lower.

“You didn’t,” he whispered eagerly against the fabric, feeling a small pale hand wind his rattail about its fingers.

“You’re going to have to be much nicer to me to get that,” Toboe replied with a smirk, running his fingers thoughtfully through Tsume’s hair and behind his ears. “Though it might prove interesting…”

“I owe you, don’t I?” the kneeling man suspected that he would have to return and investigate this spot more thoroughly later, but teasing working both ways. With but the slightest contact along the narrow hip, Tsume pulled himself higher, unbuttoning his lover’s shirt as he went.

“Big time,” Toboe said, hissing with an indrawn breath as Tsume’s tongue, lips, and teeth reached his nipples. “Not there, either.”

“Just tell me it’s not on your finger, runt,” Tsume said, resting his forehead against the shorter male’s and brushing back his coppery hair with one hand before exploring Toboe’s mouth.

“You’re getting closer,” the redhead teased, pressing his thankfully bare hands against Tsume’s chest and pulling back from the kiss. The tall man’s own shirt was bunched up as Toboe threatened to rip it off during their mutual exploration.

Tsume brushed back the hair on the other side of Toboe’s face, revealing a small ruby stud mounted in silver. It was cool in comparison to the skin around it when the white-blond took the earlobe into his mouth. “You know, I could get into this whole anniversary thing.”

“Good, because I’ve been very, very nice to you.” Tsume decided that it was time to move his investigation back downwards. He pushed Toboe towards the bed, pulling back clothing as they moved. The runt leaned over him as Tsume knelt between the bared legs, lathing his tongue over the pale flesh.

The white-blond had just about worked his lover into a good screaming fit when he heard the turn of a knob besides the one he had currently been working on. Tsume had trouble hiding his disappointment, therefore, when the name Toboe ended up yelling with an extremely flushed face was “Pops!”

The runt hastily threw a blanket over his source of embarrassment, and incidentally, Tsume. “I thought I asked you to knock.” The wolf in human form rose from beneath the blanket, licking unselfconsciously at the liquid upon his lips, and lazed on the bed beside Toboe. After one long, hungry look that left the redhead’s face even more pink, the runt rearranged the blanket to cover Tsume’s leather-clad lap as well.

Quent Yaiden fixed them both with an expressionless stare, and then walked around his son’s bed to knock on the adjoining door. “Blue? Did you realize what your brother was doing?”

“As thin as these walls are, it’s hard not to. That’s why I’m not coming in there, Pops,” a voice answered from the other side.

“Right.” Yaiden pulled out a flask and looked between it and his blushing son once more. “You tell me if you need the shotgun, Toboe.” He shut the door behind him, but as far as Toboe was concerned, there was no shotgun needed. The young man flopped back onto the bed with a groan, covering his flushed face with his hands and rolling into a ball, away from his lover.

Tsume leaned over him, spooning against his back and pushing the long auburn hair away from the equally red face. “If it’s any consolation, I couldn’t care less what they heard. You’re good to me, Toboe, and I want people to know I’m with you.”

Toboe didn’t move, although he at least relaxed slightly at the contact and let loose another pained moan. “I think I know why they call it mortified. Can I just die right now?”

“Hell no, runt,” Tsume told him, nipping lightly at his present. “I have to figure out what I’m doing for you on our next anniversary.” He lay still, holding the smaller male until the worst of the excess blood flow retreated from that head. Now if only it would move from his…