Sweet notes: the finality, confusion, confessions and… happy mothers! What in the world…? Read and find out!

Disclaimer: I don’t own the Guyver, I wish I did… but I don’t. I don’t own anything else… except the fiction itself. ^^ I also do not own the song ‘burning up’ it Belongs to Madonna. After the last line of the current song ‘burning up’ we will switch to a new song, it is called ‘It’s raining men’ by whoever it was that did it for Bridget Jones’ diary, I do not own it, I am merely using it in this fiction. Thank you. ^^

Warnings: Humour, Shoun-ai, yaoi, Agito x Sho, lemon, sex inside a spin drier and AU universe… this means no bioweapons, and no Cronos. Sorry to everyone who was looking forward to those sexy guys in suits but not here, also some coarse language. Songfic. Enjoy my pretties, enjoy!

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~ By Sweetdeily.

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Lilly was worried. Now it was a very motherly worry. He wouldn’t eat, he wouldn’t sleep, he wouldn’t talk, he wouldn’t move, he wouldn’t go to school, he wouldn’t look at anyone. He wouldn’t even get upset with her. And she knew that this was bad. All Sho would do was lay there on his bed for the past two days, and refuse to even twitch.

Her baby was in pain, and she couldn’t do anything for him. If she could at least even get a rise out of him, she would be okay. But nothing, eerie silence filled his room.

After two days, she’d had enough, she’d simply had enough. She knew exactly how to solve this problem.

In the most mother like way one has ever seen, Lilly marched into the room, grabbed her son’s shoulder and slapped him hard across the cheek. A large red walt blossomed where her hand had been.

It was Monday morning, fifteen minutes until school started.

"Don’t you do this to me! Don’t you ever do this to me! You will not waste away! You will not lie in this bed while your classmates have fun without you! You will not give up you son of a bitch! Ever!" Her lovely, usually neat hair fell around her face as she screamed, with all her motherly love at her son, shaking him.

"You will go to the excursion today! If it’s the last thing I do you will go!"

It was about this time when her husband came in, drawn by the yelling he pulled his wife back and physically restrained her.

"Lilly! Calm down! Don’t you see, this isn’t helping him!"

"Well it can’t be making him worse!"

"Lilly please! We all love him, and we’re all scared but don’t hurt him like this! I don’t think he could handle losing your protection."

"Fuck my protection… DO YOU HEAR ME SHO? IF YOU DON’T GET UP OFF YOUR ASS AND TO SCHOOL WITHIN THE NEXT FIFTEEN MINUTES I’LL DO SOMETHING… REALLY BAD!" She was red faced a crying by now, sagging in her husband’s arms.

No one expected the silent, still boy to move, to acknowledge the sledgehammer of turmoil in the room, to even look at his parents, to cry for the pain he was causing.

But the unexpected happened.

Slowly, as if in a dream, as if he was not noticing or hearing the screaming or the yelling, a single hand lifted to Sho’s face, covering the bare red mark with it’s own hand.

Cerulean blue eyes blinking slowly… as if the mind behind those eyes were waking from some bad dream.

"Ow."

There was silence in the room as the eyes started to go wide, tears floating to the surface. The eyes wavered and looked at his parents, then closed as he turned his head away. His father let down his guard and Lilly escaped rushing to her son’s side.

"What’s wrong baby?"

There was a long pause, and then in a soft voice Sho answered. "Y-You hit me."

His mother half sobbed half laughed as she pulled him into a hug.

"You were withdrawn, you wouldn’t talk to me… I was worried."

"You hit me and it hurt."

"That’s the point honey."

"I… I don’t understand."

"Just… don’t ever do that again! Ever!"

"But… I didn’t want to feel it. She… she was having… and that noise…" His body gave a great shuddering heave of disgust and Sho burst into tears, visions of what he’d seen the girl he had a crush on doing with his friend.

His mother shushed him. "Who cares, she wasn’t good enough for my baby…"

Sho half choked half laughed as his mother smiled and ruffled his hair. "After all, you’re not marrying some woman! You’re going to mate with-"

"Do you want to fix him or kill him?" Sho’s father interrupted thankfully.

Sho’s mother pouted but nodded.

"Sho, get dressed, I’ll give you a lift to school, I hope your not late! Your class is going on an excursion."

"Oh yes… where were we going again?"

"The spin drier factory, apparently you’re going to have a tour of their new giant drier, its big enough for a class!"

Sho blinked, mind still groggy, body feeling dead to the world. The last thing he wanted to do was face his classmates, let alone…

Agito.

He wanted to sleep, and never wake up. But he wasn’t allowed to obviously.

Sho couldn’t decide weather he was angry that Agito had stolen his girlfriend, or to be happy for them.

He pondered over these thoughts as he dressed in his uniform.

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Agito patted the bottle in his pocket again, checking his hair in the mirror and making sure his bag had a spare cloth. The cloth was too small for a towel and too big for a face washer. Perfect.

That was Agito. Perfect.

The sex god sat at his desk, waiting for the teacher to arrive so they could go on the trip.

There was one problem.

Just a small… seemingly insignificant problem.

Nothing to fuss over.

"Where the hell is Sho?" Agito elbowed one of his closer flunkies, who happened to be in on his plans for the other boy.

A shrug.

Damn! Agito was beginning to think he might, just might have gone over the top on his plans to drive Sho away from Mizuki.

Then a vision in uniform walked through the door, a tired, depressed looking vision, but a vision none the less.

Sho, adorable, petal Sho looked and probably felt like shit.

Agito practically floated over to him, smirking in what was supposed to be seductive, unfortunately came across a bit differently, manner.

"Hello Sho, you missed school yesterday, but don’t worry, I took some notes for you." Agito said, leaning close as he spoke, getting a soft minty whiff of Sho’s personal aroma.

The inconceivable happened. Sho ignored him and sat down.

Hmph! Well that was rude!

"Sho! I’m shocked! It’s very impolite to ignore someone, especially after I’ve done you such a big favour." Agito said haughtily.

Baby blue eyes looked up at him in anger, and fists that were smaller then his own clenched. Sho’s chair clattered to the ground.

"FAVOUR!? FAVOUR??? YOU FUCKED MY GIRLFRIEND AND YOU EXPECT ME TO BE GREATFUL!?!"

Agito would have stepped back… but speed and luck were against him and siding with Sho.

Agito fell to the ground, his vision portraying stars dancing infront of him. Agito shook his head and stood.

Maybe he had gone a tad overboard…

"What was that for?"

"For fucking my girlfriend you bastard!"

"Funny way to show gratitude!"

"Fuck off!"

"You!"

"No need, I think you covered it!"

Another fist launched at his face but Agito avoided this one.

What happened next was natural. Sho kept trying to punch Agito and Agito was either avoiding or trying to restrain the seriously pissed boy.

"AGITO AND SHO, STOP THIS FIGHTING THIS INSTANT!"

Both boys froze in their place, heads turning to look at the teacher with identical expressions of wincing on their faces.

The teacher, who had been so surprised to see her prize students fighting, had dropped her folders, before quickly regaining control.

"Such insolence will not be tolerated!"

Wince.

"I cannot believe either of you would sink so low as to fight each other during class!"

Wince.

"This is why when I am having children I am not having a male. Never, in all my teaching years have I seen such disregard for school rules! And in consequence for both your actions…"

Wince.

There was a long pause in which the teacher gathered her folders, as she stood up straight her glasses reflected from the overhead lights, doing the spooky-glasses effect.

"You will sit together on the buss and walk at the back of the line… together! If one of you so much as pushes the other I will have you both on detention for three weeks… after school. Am I understood?"

Wince.

"Good."

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Thinking about it, you would never guess that a spin drier manufacturer would be so… big.

But the actual factory was nothing compared to the giant spin drier, which was the highlight of the tour.

The thing was so big that they had erected a walkway across the top, with stairs leading up to it, and as the class journeyed across the walkway, then slowly down the other side, a certain black haired boy hung back, gazing into the huge drier.

He leant over the edge of the guard rail, then looked left and right, no one was coming, leaning forward more he squinted, he could actually see the little holes for the water to run through in the panels of the interior of the machine.

"Careful, if you fall in, they might not find you for hours."

That was the last thing Agito said before he, his hand on Sho’s ass and Sho were pitched forward as the smaller boy yelped and jumped.

Why did they always jump when you groped them?

Of course, since Agito had been leaning so close… he ‘jumped’ too.

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The first thing Sho noted when he opened his eyes was the unbelievable pain in his ankle, even better was the pounding in his head. When he thought about it, the pounding kinda throbbed with his ankle. The rushing in his ears faded after a few seconds, which had to be a good sign… right?

A groan next to him told him that Agito was not dead.

Such a pity.

Sho lifted a head to his head and gingerly rubbed the back of his skull, he came away with no blood, but a killer headache. Not too bad… right?

"Ow." Sho commented.

He fell back against the metal of the spin drier and stared upward. The overhead lights hurt his eyes a bit.

Another groan signally that Agito was indeed alive and conscious.

Damn.

"Why did you have to push me over the bloody railing?" Sho asked, not really meaning to get an answer, just a bit of a rant.

"Ahh… I didn’t push you, I groped you and you jumped." Came the reply.

"I jumped! I did not jump! You pushed me!"

"You jumped!"

"You pushed me!"

"You jumped!"

"What were you doing trying to grope me in the first place?"

There was a long silence after this.

They were both on the hunches, yelling at each other from mere centimetres away.

Suddenly Sho’s eyes went wide, very wide, in fact; his facial expression took on something a kin to a dear caught in headlights.

"Holy Shi-" But he didn’t finish the sentence.

Agito, seeing a break in the defences of his desire; pounced. Hands grabbing hold of Sho’s neck as he moved forward, crushing his lips to Sho’s in a wave of energy. Eyes closed as he pressed his hot mouth against those soft petal lips, hungry and devouring.

Sho was simply too stunned to do anything, his mind processing exactly what was happening, and suddenly finding a light and logic to someone who he had assumed was his friend.

Agito’s first look at him had seemed a bit strange at the time, but now Sho understood, he’d been sized up. The soccer game and the bumping into him, the towel incident, the lunch and the study incidents were all connected.

As his mind processed a large, hot blush spread all the way across Sho’s face.

Then came the physical reaction Sho’s hand left the ground and came up, intending to punch Agito off him. But even with his eyes closed the self-proclaimed god of sex caught the fist and used Sho’s own momentum to push the boy down into the ground.

Sho’s eyes closed of their own violation as his arms were pinned down as his lips were pried own, a small sound escaping his throat.

Agito leaned over Sho, totally dominating the small body, which seemed to have no resistance, unable to fight against his hold he had on the boy, as if by magic. And it was with complete dominance that Agito claimed the sweet carven of honey that was Sho’s mouth, his tongue sliding against Sho’s.

They stayed in this trance like state for what felt like hours, but was really only about a minute. Agito plundering, and Sho unable to stop him, until finally Agito pulled back, eyes staring deeply into Sho’s, a strange intimacy as he watched those orbs open, meeting his.

Sho opened his mouth to say something, anything, but worlds just about failed him. He blinked as he realised exactly how much Agito was dominating him and the pink blush turned red, and spread all over his face. He turned his head away, finally having thought of something to say.

"I don’t understand you at all! First you act like my friend! Then you steal my girlfriend, I mean, aren’t you going out with her now? And… and… YOU JUST KISSED ME!"

Agito smirked, he still held Sho immobile.

"I did not steal your girlfriend, I simply fucked her at the right time to get her away from you, you will belong to me, and no one else."

The blush turned angry. "You have no right to— Mphm!" Agito set his mouth over those lips once more, pulling Sho’s wrists back at an angle so he could hold the smaller boy’s wrists in one hand, his other hand slid up and under Sho’s shirt, skimming across Sho’s stomach then up, caressing a nipple with expert efficiency.

Sho made a small whimpering sound as Agito toyed with his chest, his torso attempting to thrust up against the other boy. His whimper was a cross between protest and a moan of pleasure.

Agito moved his lips, moving down to suckle gently on Sho’s throat. Sho shivered slightly. The sensation was new, but no less alluring all the same. He didn’t understand what Agito was doing to him. Nor could he think enough to cause protest, what little blood he had for thinking was spiralling speedily downward as the small sensations overrode his system. His legs unconsciously spread apart. Agito pulled back suddenly, pinching Sho’s nipple gently before releasing and rubbing it, the result was a small high-pitched moan from his victim. Then Agito was still.

"I will make you feel like your floating Sho, I will make you scream my name as you groan and writhe in pleasure… do you want me to continue?"

Baby blue eyes opened, fingers flexing from where they were still restrained.

"I—"

Agito didn’t wait for an answer, instead he created one himself, releasing Sho’s wrists only long enough to pull the boy’s shirt over his head and twisting it around Sho’s wrists.

Sho opened his mouth to say something, he didn’t know what he intended to say maybe it was ‘I’m straight!’ or ‘what the hell are you doing?’ or ‘get off me now!’ but whatever it had been, it turned into a groan as Agito suddenly enveloped Sho’s nipple in his mouth. Teeth grazing across the now hardened nub while his right hand pinched and toyed with Sho’s other numb his left hand moved down to Sho’s groin, and started to massage the boy through his pants.

What a scene they would have made had someone walked across the walkway overhead, one boy utterly unable to move his arms, groaning and writhing in the other boy’s grasp while being massaged in ways that no masseur had done to the boy ever before. Luckily for the two of them, no one walked across the walkway.

Sho groaned in long and rich sounds, his musical voice supplying the sounds as Agito teased him through his pants. Sho’s hips bucking, or attempting to, but finding no friction.

Agito moved to Sho’s other nipple, his hand leaving its teasing to undo the fly to Sho’s pants, there was a gasp from his victim as the cool air combined with his warm fingers slide down and then over Sho’s now aching arousal, he was only male after all. Agito teased Sho until the boy begged his name, his normal vocabulary having gone soaring down to three words.

"Agito… please ahh, god!"

Restraint lost itself and Agito stopped his assault, retracting his hand, it took great self control to retract his hand from Sho’s pants, he’d wanted to feel Sho’s flesh, the smaller boy groaning and moaning as he was, for days now. There was time for restraint later, much later.

He pulled his own shirt off, throwing it in the general direction of his school bag white he removed the small bottle from his shirt pocket. His pants were the next to go, he kicked off his shoes clumsily in his haste, returning to the form of his soon to be lover and devouring the boy’s mouth while he slipped his pants off his ankles.

Sho moaned in a cross between disappointment that the hand that had been touching him had left and want for more. All thoughts of stopping, rejection brushed from his mind as his lips were claimed.

While Agito ate at Sho’s lips his hands pulled Sho up, so Sho was practically sitting in his lap, pulling Sho’s pants down around His ankles then clear off. His fingers sliding over Sho’s ass, massaging and moving. He shuffled their bodies around while still remaining lip contact for a while. The end result was Sho straddling Agito’s lap, legs wrapped around Agito’s waist while the smaller boy’s mouth was violently plundered.

Agito pulled his hands back and undid the bottle, spilling some of the liquid onto his own arousal before using his index finger and coating a generous amount over Sho’s clef, taking a little extra time to tease the boy’s entrance. Finally he pulled away from the kiss, moving down the kiss Sho’s neck butterfly gentle.

"This will hurt, but it’s worth it." He murmured before guiding himself to Sho’s entrance. For a moment all that was heard was a soft gasp, then Agito impaled himself deep with Sho’s walls.

Sho’s scream of pain was muffled as Agito sealed his lips over Sho’s. The feeling of being surrounded by the tightest walls he had been in for a very long time was incredible. He had to fight against everything in his nature not to pound Sho into the ground, hear those delicious moans of ecstasy and pain mixed together. There was time for that later.

Tears trailed down Sho’s cheeks. It hurt. By god it hurt, his ass felt like someone had shoved a red-hot poker up there and swivelled it around.

Sho sobbed for a moment or two before allowing his body to adjust.

It was hard not to whimper; Agito was big.

"Oh god." The smaller boy uttered, burying his head into Agito’s shoulder.

Agito took in a shaky breath.

"Are you okay Sho?"

A small moan was his answer. Agito started having doubts; maybe he’d rushed it, maybe he shouldn’t have pushed Sho so… hard!

Agito could only gasp as Sho’s muscles surrounding his length clenched and unclenched experimentally. Whatever higher brain functions Agito thought he had been quickly obliterated by the smallest of movements on Sho’s part.

With a primal growl Agito pulled back out to his tip, the muscles around him clamping onto him, milking him. Agito panted as he pushed back in, his tip rubbing distinctly against Sho’s prostate.

Sho groaned. "Agito… uhhn, please…"

It was a rich, full throaty groan. One that sent Agito into a frenzy, the need for release pounding down on the taller boy.

He pumped into Sho hard and fast, hitting Sho’s pleasure centre almost every thrust. His hand wrapped around Sho’s cock and pumped the boy; no less hard or less fast as he himself was pushing in and out. Moaning and groaning with every part of his body.

They became a rhythm of their own, bodies moving in a primal force, too primitive for dancing, but perfect for a single word, three letters.

Sex.

After what amounted to five minutes, which was a record for Agito, usually he made it last longer, but there was a sense of ‘now’ to the current situation.

Sho came first, crying out Agito’s name as his seed spilled across their stomachs, white and warm.

Of course, Sho’s muscles contracted, squeezing Agito in a vice. After two more pumps Agito groaned and came.

They fell to the floor of the giant spin drier, breathing in the after glow. Sho closed his eyes.

"I can’t believe we just…"

"Neither can I, that was good."

"Jesus, you fucked me…"

"I prefer, made love to you, but if that’s what tickles your fancy."

"How is this any different from what you did with Mizuki?"

"It just is, I don’t can are her."

There was a long silence.

"God…"

"Fuck him."

"I feel like I just did."

"Don’t worry, he’s not that good."

"Such modesty!"

"I know."

"Uhh… I’m all sticky."

"I have a cloth in my bag."

"Jesus… did my mother hire you?"

"Nani?"

"Forget it."

"O-kkay."

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"Moshi, Moshi?"

"Moshi, Moshi, it’s Agito, I’m calling for Sho, we have a date tomorrow night."

A long dragged out pause.

"OH MY GODDESS! YOUR SHO’S BOYFRIEND! HAH! I WAS RIGHT! TAKE THAT STRAIGHTNESS! Now, I expect you have lube? If not I can buy you boys some, also I expect you to have manga doushinji’s, if not, get some. How did you do it? How did you make him…"

-"MOTHER! THAT BETTER NOT BE WHAT I THINK I’M HEARING!"

"Just talking to your boyfriend sweetie."

"Nonsense, I’ll simply set up a video camera."

"Wait… I get it now… so THAT’S what he meant, talk to her… KUSO! I wasted all that time…"

"Does that mean I should come over early?"

"Why?"

"And that’s a bad thing?"

"Thank you."

~~~ The… End.

Sweet notes: FINISHED! Roll out the red carpet; throw down the banisters, because I have finished it! I have finished the spin Drier! Ohh, do I feel sweet inside right now. So, REVIEW OR DIE!! J/k, but reviews would be appreciated, considering how hard I’ve worked at this one. Okay, so I guess I didn’t finish the songs, this does not mean there is more, read my lips ‘it is finished’ also, I have a challenge, I want anyone who thinks their up to it, and knows enough about the Guyver, to write a lemon with Sho and Agito… if you can find another coupling that doesn’t make you reek through the whole thing (and no, that does not include het) then go with them, but my challenge is a guyver lemon yaoi fiction. I have a special lil gift for the winner. ^^