Because of you(RN only rated M for yaoi content!)

Ryota smiled when Sora thanked him. "No problem. I had fun too" he said with a laugh. He didn't need to thank him. Sora didn't need to thank him for anything. He was fine with doing anything for him. The bird took off back in the direction of home, and Ryota felt his skin drying as he went, though it didn't do much for his hair.

Sora was getting drier as they went, and could eventually put his shirt back on, but it'd look weird having his boxers soaking wet with a shirt and soaking wet hair, so he left it off for now. He'd have to put his clothes on before walking in, but they'd get wet and look odd. He'd have to hurry and run in to change when they got back.

Ryota didn't bother with his clothes either, waiting the short trip back before ge got dressed. "Almost there" he said, smiling. All he wanted to do at the moment was get in dry clothes and sleep, which he could do very soon. He was waiting for that.

"Uh-huh," Sora nodded, already feeling how nice it would be to be in warm clothes, next to his lover on the bed, sleeping contently. Rarely did he feel that good for just cuddling. Cuddling was fine anytime, but not as thrilling as sex. Cuddling was just mushy words and being sweet, which neither could completely do without laughing and keeping a straight face.

Ryota got up as they lost their altitude, stopping and landing right in front of the base. he slid off the bird and grabbed his clothes, pulling his cloak over his shoulders and doing it up, since he hadn't worn his shirt anyways, and he didn't have to bother with pants at the moment since he was wearing wet boxers which were covered by the cloak anyways.

Sora pulled his boxers up, wiggling with slight discomfort and holding onto his shirt. His torso was mostly dry, so no problem with that. He needed to change his boxers so he could be comfortable, along with his pants. He walked in, moving to the room and grabbing more, changing into the dry ones. He put his clothes on, a new shirt and pants. It felt good to be like this, and now he could really feel how tired he was.

Ryota laughed quietly at Sora wiggling, before he walked inside and straight to their room, stripping his boxers as soon as they were inside, and putting on clean ones, taking off his cloak and pulling on dry pants, and a dry tshirt. He ran a hard through his wet hair and wrinkled his nose, grabbing a brush to fix it, but it would take awhile after having been in the lake from jusmping like that. He knew he was going to struggle with it for awhile.

Sora looked at Ryota frustratedly tugging the brush through his hair. He placed his hand on the hand gripping the handle lightly, stopping him briefly. "You know, your hair won't be as long and pretty if all you do is try and yank it out of your skull," he said, grabbing the brush and brushing Ryota's hair for him. He brushed down gently, not tugging or yanking at the knots, but working them apart lightly. His Ryota's hair was so pretty, he didn't want him pulling it all out.

Ryota stopped moving his hand automatically when he felt Sora's on his. He looked down at him and gave a small smile, knowing it was true. "Heh, I know, it's hard not to though" he said with a slight laugh, relaxing and slumping his shoulders as Sora started to brush his hair. It felt nice, especially since it was nice and light, instead of how he did it. "Thanks" he said softly, giving a slight sigh.

"No problem," Sora said, his hand moving down to smooth out Ryota's hair. "Its so pretty, I wonder if you got the quality of it from your mom or your dad?" he asked. He knew the color came from his dad, since he believed his mother had brown hair or something close, he recalled little from pictures as a child. He also recalled about as much as Ryota favoring his father's looks. Him, he did too. He followed along more with Sasori's looks.

Ryota smiled, shrugging. "I have no idea. All I know is that my mom had brown wavy hair. That's it" he admitted, shrugging. His dad's hair was nice, so it could be from him, but it could also be from his mother. "I think all I got from my mom was my eyes and my height. . . but hair quality is a possibility too" he said, shrugging again. He really had no idea, not having any memories at all of his mom.

"Ah, well, I'd guess you've got an even amount of both in you, since half looks like Deidara and half looks like what's most likely your mother, so maybe you're equal in the parental genes and all. Oh, but you did get those mouths on your body from him, so maybe its something more like three-fourths him and one-fourth her?" he suggested, just going on about whatever he thought of. Then there wasn't a silence between them, which wasn't uncomfortable, but just not usual.

Ryota concidered it for a moment before nodding slowly. "Makes sense" he said with a laugh. It was a bit confusing, seeing as the abnormal mouthes on his body threw the whole thing off, but he figured it out after a moment. "I'm tired. . ." he sighed, runing a hand through his nicely brushed hair, tying it up quickly and sitting down on their bed, yawning.

"Same here," Sora said, tossing the brush on the ground, laying down on the bed next to him, holding him close. "It feels good. Being dry and warm, and tired. It feels good to relax when you're super tired," Sora said, holding his Ryota. He'd have his life no other way. This was the way it had happened, and the only way he could have wished it had happened. He was happy with Ryota, happy and in love.

Ryota smiled and wrapped his arms around Sora as well, his eyelids falling already. "Mhmm. It's really nice" he agreed, nodding. He moved one arm to grab their blankets and pull them over the two of them before putting his arm back around his lover. He was perfectly happy in Sora's arms. Happier than he thought he would ever be, though his life hadn't been all that bad. That was just how much Sora made it better.

Sora fell asleep from fatigue, having worked all day then swam and diving the last bit of the day. It was a lot more exhausting then it sounded and already it sounded wearisome. This was the reward, and totally worth it. Just completely crash with his lover, probably sleeping until noon the next day. He didn't doubt he would.

Ryota fell asleep soon after, burying his face in Sora's neck lightly and all but passing out, his arms tightening around him possesively in his sleep. He had had a tiring day, as had Sora, going at it in the middle and then diving for awhile making them both even more tired. It was great though, once he got past the chores part.

Sora woke up warm and sore from swimming. The mostly unused or not used enough muscles were aching with stiffness and having finally stretched and used them more then before. It kind of felt good, but it was a pang of discomfort too. He didn't want to leave the spot they were in since it was so amazingly warm and comfy, but he'd get up and make them breakfast or something. Ryota would like that when he got up.

Ryota was still asleep, content in the warm bed with his lover when he was so tired. He was out for another half hour before waking up and sitting up, the blankets sliding down his body as he looked around, realizing that he was alone in the room. He yawned and got up, walking out of their room and heading to the kitchen to see if Sora was there.

Sora looked up when Ryota walked in, looking somewhat half-asleep. He had made them pancakes with whatever he could find in the fridge and cupboards. They were sort of missing a couple ingredients, but it was seriously close enough. It would work, which was important. He added a couple extra random things just to fill the missing tastes. "Hey there," he said, smiling. "Want something to eat?" he asked, but it wasn't a question. They both knew he was always hungry and would eat anything.

Ryota smiled when he saw that Sora was there, and then wider at the idea of food. "Hmm, sure. Thanks" he said with as much enthusiasm as he could muster when he just woke up. He dropped into a chair and stretched up, yawning. "So how'd you sleep?" he asked with a smile. He himself had slept extremely well, especially since he was so worn out from the previous day.

"Pretty well, actually," Sora answered, grabbing plates and putting food on each according to how much they could eat, which was more or less quite accurately proportionate. He brought the food over with silverware, handing the plate with a bit more food on it to Ryota. "Here," he said, setting his own plate down too. "You must have slept well, huh? You look like you did."

Ryota smiled, glad that his lover had slept well. His stomach growled as he smelled the food, looking down at it hungrily when it was given to him. "Thanks, and yeah. It was great" he said happily, picking up his knife and fork and starting on his food. It was really good, as he expected, and he shovelled it into his mouth, feeling like he had been starved for days.

Sora tried some of it, finding it didn't taste as bad as he had imagined. He said nothing about not having found exactly all the ingredients for the pancakes, just eating them with silence, watching Ryota scarf them down without noticing anything whatsoever about the flavor. Which was a good thing. Not like he'd care if it was missing things in it, he'd still eat it anyway, but it was somewhat awkward to admit not having all the things in the food.

Ryota worked on his food quickly, eyes on his plate. He swallowed a huge mouthful and looked up at Sora. "These are really good" he complimented, grinning and going back to eating, not caring if he would get a cramp or something from eating too fast. He rarely did. For him, the faster he finished eating, the better.