There are two endings to this one! This is the smutty version.
Mikado tried to back up. Kida was slinking - yes, slinking, like a predator! - towards him, smirking in that way that made Mikado's stomach clench. Where was the smiling, silly, lame Kida when he needed him?
Apparently, he was kissing him.
With his back up against the edge of the table, Mikado had nowhere to go. Kida had placed his hands on both sides of him, trapping him in....
Mikado groaned, tugging on the blanket to cover his face. The artificial light was burning his eyes, his head throbbing. It felt like every single muscle had been touched by fire. What happened to him? He searched for a memory, anything to explain, but came up blank.
Until he heard a gasped, "Mikado!"
"K-Kida? What are you doing in my house?" He coughed, clearing his throat - there was a layer of film making his squeaky...