Mega man Battle Network: Virus mutations

Chapter 12: Lan


“I never tasted food before, this is amazing!” Megaman didn't hide one bit of his happiness nor did he hide his approval as he slowly at a stack of pancakes set before.

'He seems happy...' Lan sat beside the former Navi with his head resting in his hands, simply watching Megaman. Who really, really seemed to be enjoying his first taste of anything…other then Lan.

Which because of the glitch he blatantly stated out loud. “This is almost as good as you are Lan.”

When Lan heard that he nearly fell out of his seat, “M-Mega...” Lan managed to grab on to the edge of the table and pull himself forward again. He looked around frantically to see if anyone had heard that last statement.

His father was in the living room reading a newspaper and didn’t hear him or disregarded the comment. His mother just walked in from the kitchen, which really made Lan wonder if she had come in because of the comment. She didn’t seem to hear it, completely anyway. “I did some one say something?” She asked to Lan’s relief.

“I said This is-”

Lan quickly clamped his hand over Megaman's mouth with a nervous smile, cutting him off before he could divulge any farther.” He said it’s really, really good.”

She only smiled, either thinking nothing of the strange behavior or dismissing it as play. “Oh, thank you Megaman.” She folded her arms across her chest and looked over the two boys, when she saw Lan sit down she noticed he didn't have anything in front of him. “Oh Lan your not hungry?”

His mother looked at him unsure if she should be worried about it or not. “Nah, maybe later though.” Lan said in a lazy voice, resting his head in his hands again, his eyes fixed on Megaman.

“Alright then.” She headed back in to the kitchen leaving Lan and Megaman alone.

“Are you even chewing?” Lan asked sarcastically watching Megaman’s pace increase.

Megaman only gave a small nod and took a sip of milk before continuing shoveling the sliced pieces in to his mouth, he was eating enough for the both of them and Lan’s mother was enjoying havening someone so enthusiastically eat and complement her cooking. “Aren't you going to eat anything Lan?”

“Nope.” Lan spoke plainly with a shake of his head.

Megaman pulled himself away from the food long enough to look up at him. “Really? Why?”

“I don't feel like it, I just need to think.”

“Hn... that's really not like you.” With a shrug, Megaman picked up his fork and kept going at the same frighteningly inhuman rate.

“Hey!” Lan jumped to his feet with an angry growl. “Your one to talk about people not like them selves.” He shot back, indicating Megaman's current state.

Megaman only smiled and rubbed his head. “Heh Heh.”

Lan rubbed his temple and sat back down, scratching lightly beneath the bandages wrapped around his head. Maybe this glitch wasn't such a good thing after all. “Megaman, can you possibly not say stuff like that, in front of my parents?”

Megaman, who was busy chewing a mouth full of pancakes, responded with something incomprehensible. But it sounded something like, “Stuff like what?”

Lan at first didn't think Megaman was serious, he had to know what Lan meant. “Like what you just said.”

Megaman lifted his head and swallowed loudly. “Oh, about how good you taste?”

Again, he spoke much to loudly, enough to make Lan tense and send a sharp elbow into Megaman's side. “Yeah, that!” he whispered forcefully.

“But you do.” Megaman grinned impishly, with his mind thinking about one thing and his body doing another, Megaman subconscious began leaning downwards towards Lan. With a subtle quickness, Megaman wrapped his arm around Lan's shoulders and laid a soft kiss on Lan's neck. One that turned into a long, slow lick.

A sharp exhale forced it's way out of Lan's mouth from the sudden, favorable sensation that came in the wrong place, at the wrong time. “M-mega!” Despite how well Megaman knew how the right action on the right place could work, Lan tensed and pulled back resistively. “Not now.” he whispered harshly.

Almost as abruptly as he'd gotten the sudden urge to do what he just did, Megaman went back to eating as if he hadn't done anything at all. Strange.

Lan's eyes shifted towards the kitchen where his mother resided and then towards the living room where his father was still reading the paper undisturbed. Neither of them seemed to have noticed, more importantly his mother hadn't noticed. He could finally let out a sigh of relief and sink into his chair, more flustered then before. “Megaman...”

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After breakfast, which it had been hard to pry Megaman away from with all of the food his mother had cooked, way too much. Lan went down to the hospital again as he'd done everyday with out fail for the last month.

Only today something was different.

“Hey! Where did Enzan go?” Lan peeked his head into the door, looking around the room with light confusion.

The only thing he found was Enzan’s PET laying on the bed.

Zero had came back here again per his own daily ritual. He and Blues were starting to get along, meaning more specifically that Blues had a higher level of tolerance for Zero’s prescience. He no longer tried to physically force the virus out, and the shouting had reduced considerably.

Why he did was anyone’s guess, the only thing that seemed to happen was an argument over just about anything. In fact, his very presence sparked the peak of Blue's annoyment, the root of just about every fight.

Megaman sat down on the bed and looked down at the screen curiously. “Where did he go?”

“I don’t know but he said he’d be back.” Zero said. Then he grinned and wrapped his arm around Blue's shoulder, much to his annoyment. “Why don't you come on in Megaman, the water's fine. Besides, you can help us settled this augment.”

“Sure” Megaman nodded passively as he reached for the cord hooked into the back of his neck to plug himself in to the PET.

“Great, there's another one.” Blues groaned in annoyment, he could feel a head ache coming on.

A few seconds passed by before Zero and Blues became engrossed in whatever debate they had been involved in. Enzan walked in the door at that moment, though not in the attire of a regular hospital patient everyone had gown accustomed to seeing him in. Instead he wearing a pair of black jeans and a black short sleeved shirt.

It was easily seen by the slight limp in his walk and the way his left arm hung at his side that he was still in some pain. But his desire to get out of bed outweighed the pain. Which is most likely why the casts were missing, now replaced by tightly wound bandages over his arms and legs plus a sling holding up his right.

As soon as Lan saw him he stood up, looking on with a nervous worry. 'What happen to his cast?' “Enzan, are you feeling better?” Lan asked hopefully.

Enzan paused for a moment, taking slow steps toward his bed and sitting down before he shook his head and replied.” No not really.” He said plainly, as if it wasn't a big deal.

How could he talk about his injuries like it wasn't anything at all. “If you don’t feel alright then you really shouldn’t be out of bed.” Lan said concernedly, with a bit of firmness.

Enzan laid back, letting his legs hang over the side of the bed weakly. He couldn't help but laugh when he heard Lan. “Heh, you sound like your mother.”

“No way!” Lan shouted in opposition. “What happened to your casts and stuff, there's no way you could have healed already, dose it still hurt?”

“Now you really sound like your mother.” Enzan turned his head to his side and looked at his PET, then at Megaman dormant beside him. Seeing that Blues and Zero were alright, after having the unexplained need to check up on them, he grabbed on to the edge of the bed and pulled himself up. The process was noticeably slow with a lot of strain, Enzan cringed the whole way through it from the pain that came from using his limbs not yet ready to be exerted.

His stance was shaky and his steps were uneven at first, but they smoothened out as he headed for the door. Enzan seemed determined not to let his muscles get too weak , even if it meant the possibly of causing himself farther pain and injury by overusing not fully healed extremities.

“Hey Enzan we're are you going?” Lan didn't hesitate in running after him, he really didn’t want to see him up and around if he was still in pain, which he obviously was.

“Nowhere in particular.” He said in his usual, disregarding way. He shoved his hands into his pockets and walked into the cluttered hallways of the hospital, bustling with activities. He paused and looked back, his expression betraying no bit of his boredom or typical indifference. “Wanna come?” Enzan offered, looking back from the door way.

Lan looked back at Megaman, who would be fine by himself, and then at Enzan. “Yeah sure.” he agreed. What else could he do, he didn’t want something to happen to Enzan. Besides, how often did Enzan offer to do anything with him.

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Mainly they just talked, drifting around the hospital with a child like curiosity to explore a new place. There was no shortage of places to go in a 14 story building connected to 3 more branches of the building and a parking garage. Enzan found looking around by himself by far was a lot less satisfying as doing it with someone else, he knew, he'd been doing so alone since earlier this morning. Doing this simple task alone did nothing for him, but along with someone else it was enough to quell the pint up boredom within Enzan, even bring a certain aspect of enjoyment.

It was why he hung around his room waiting for Lan to show up. It like a routine that happened without fail, Zero would show up in Blue's PET and then sometime latter Lan would come and stay until Enzan could force him to go him sometime late at night. Megaman was either with Lan or with Tadashi, trying to figure out exactly what was wrong with his body.

Enzan’s room was on floor 13, at the moment they were on floor 9. “Where did you go?” Lan asked. He walked behind Enzan with a matched pace, walking through the sea of people going about their day. Many of them were in blue scrubs with Id's, others wearing similar attire and long lab coats, some wearing casual clothing. It was almost hard to tell who worked there and who didn't.

The two of them came to an area in the far east corner of the level, where the hustle of people lessened to few to none.

“What do you mean?” Enzan looked around the carpeted floors and oak furnish walls of the waiting room, completely empty besides them, he could even hear a light echo to his voice. He still didn’t know what this floor was used for, what it's purpose was despite trying to figure it out by exploring. The 13th level was recovery, this could have been recovery too?

Enzan sat down in a chair, facing the wall lined with long windows that over looked the city. Lan stood behind him and looked off at the view with light admiration, he never realized how high up he was. “When I came to your room you were gone, where did you go?”

“Oh that?” Enzan looked up at him, a small hint of questioning coming into his indifferent expression.” Want me to show you?”

“Sure.” Lan nodded, something about being in a place this large gave him the urge to explore. There was all ways something new, a painting, a nice view from a window, some intricately designed structure donated to liven the place up. Or the many fountains in different places on different floors, each one different, making it clear that they spared no expense to make this place presentable.

With his hands planted firmly on the arm rest, Enzan began pushing himself up to his feet.

'Enzan...' Seeing that he was obviously struggling, Lan wrapped his arms around Enzan's waist, not wanting to irritate his injured arms by grabbing them, and pulled him up.

Though he seemed annoyed by the action, Enzan mumbled a small thanks and began walking off, he seemed more annoyed that he needed help than the fact that Lan actually helped him in such a manner.

He was silent as he walked out of the room, his hands shoved in his pockets and his eyes averted towards the ceiling while the two of them crossed the hall to elevator. Steeping inside he pressing the very last button ’b1’

A more comfortable silence followed while they were inside the small space, leaving nothing to listen to but the elevator music. Which Enzan really hated listening too, a complaint that he voiced, “I hate this music, move faster Damnit!” Enzan pressed the button repeatedly, knowing it wouldn’t do anything but empathize his point.

Lan just laughed in amusement.

The doors rolled open to the basement a moment later much to Enzan's approval. They were greeted with the sight of white tiled floors with white walls and ceilings, illuminated by long florescent lights. It wasn’t one room, just tunnels similar to hallways only visibly rounded. Doors embedded in the tunnels lead to different rooms.

Two path’s lay forked in front of them, one to the left and the next to the right, both of them branched off in to more tunnels. “This place is like a maze.” Lan sighed, knowing he didn’t have the memory for an endeavor too deep into this place.

“Exactly.” Enzan said with a small smirk forming, so many choices to occupy time with, this place was perfect for boredom. Which is what Enzan had been thinking when he came down here the first time. Lan looked over his surroundings, trying to make sure he remembered which ways he'd went as he Enzan led him down the right path, passing a few extending hallways on the way. “Are we supposed to be down here?” Lan asked, though he really didn’t care about the answer.

“How the hell should I know?” Enzan shrugged and turned down one of the outlaying halls, each one was the same but somehow different from the last, though all of them confusing to Lan. This particular one had one door at the end of it, leading to a pitch black room. “Hold on.” Enzan went forward in to the darkness, leaving Lan behind as he trudged through the room blindly until he found a light switch.

With a small click the buzz of illuminating florescent lights reviled a room full of equipment. “This is were you were?” Lan sounded almost disappoint when he saw the place, there was nothing here but extra equipment for the hospital. IVs, Deliberators, monitors, crash carts, things of that nature in storage.

“Your always so impatient” Enzan sounded amused as he walked with slower steps, holding on to a shelf as he went along to steady himself. “There’s a door here.” He said plainly, making sure to take notice of the things he didn’t his first time going through.

Lan still sounded disappointed but despite that he seemed pretty content just to get a close look at the machinery. Lan observed the equipment while Enzan crouched down on a spot in the far right corner of the mid sized room. Wincing in pain as he struggled to hold himself in the position with weak and injured muscles, faintly visible here was the outline of a hatch with a small square hole engraved in the ground.

Enzan stuck his hand in the hole and lifted up the hatch with a small grunt, reviling a dark stairway heading farther underground that lay below. “Lan, this is it.”

Lan pulled himself away from the interesting equipment stored down here, musing on how it was like a museum in this room because some of the things here were two times older then he was. He peeked over Enzan's shoulder, visible impressments showing on his face. “How did you find something like this, It’s practically invisible.” Lan asked, looking down the dark stairway, barley visible by the light in this room he could see a door at the very bottom. Not exactly an inviting passage but he could see why Enzan would have been curious.

“So what’s down here?” Lan asked, he was a little bit reluctant about proceeding, found himself following Enzan closer then he expected himself to.

Of course Enzan could easily tell Lan was a bit afraid, why not, heading into a dark and creepy, not to mention really narrow pathway that could have had any number of things wrong with it. “You’ll see.” Enzan took hold of the handle and pulled at the door, after a few hard tugs he found it was much harder to open then last time. Though it was difficult to see from here, the door was thickly reinforced, about 6 inches thick with steel.

Enzan released of the handle, clasping his left arm with a small wince, doing it once with an injured body was enough of a strain.

Lan saw this and attempted to pull the door open himself, it was heaver then he expected, no wonder Enzan couldn’t open it. “Man, this thing is heavy!” It scraped against the ground as it was drawn back until finally Lan had it open just enough for the two of them to slip through. 'Good Enough.'

Once inside the pitch black room, Enzan quickly reached of the light switch, illuminating the room.

They were standing in a small foyer connecting the door to a closet and the main room. The closet was open and filled with old medical supplies and containers labeled written with some incomprehensible doctor script, on the side were 2 bottles of champagne.

The main room inside was furnished with a king-sized bed, a hard wood cabinet propped against the wall next to it, a mirror hanging over a small refrigerator that sat beneath it. A counter with cabins and a sink in the center lined the wall opposite of the bed in an area that looked to be a small kitchen.

A very old CD/tape player lay against the remaining wall, it was stacked with old CD’s and tapes. Above it was an old TV with Plasma engraved in small letters above a row of buttons. It was connected by wires to a combination Video Tape/DVD player that was sitting on the ground, also stacked with Videos and DVDs.

“Whoa! Look at all this old stuff.” Lan ran over to the old devices, looking through them with an interest for some type of date. This place was like a museum. He was surprised this room was so neat and clean because it was apparently old. Which brought up a question, “Enzan, why is the door so thick, what is this room?”

“From what I’ve read, this room was a shelter of some sort when it was first built. It was here before the hospital was.” Enzan explained, this room was air and water tight, but it didn’t use air tanks or things like that. It had a large carbon monoxide filter that eliminated the need for them as long as something that breathed was inside. There was also a generator behind the closet wall so it had an independent power supply.

“Where did you read that?”

Enzan went in to the closet, digging around for a few seconds and returning with 2 books from the top shelf. “These.” One book opened up to a map of the old landscape, and the other was a journal of whoever moved all of this stuff in.

“All of this stuff, I wonder how old it is.” The first thing Lan wanted to do was listen to the old music, it was child like curiosity that made him interested in something he'd never seen before, interest in how they worked, what they were. Though he wasn’t sure which set of disk went in to what.

“Not that one, that one.”

“This one?”

“The other one.” Enzan pointed out which were the Cds and what was the CD player.
Lan randomly picked one out, happily surprised that it still worked, and pressed play. After a few seconds had passed,. sound radiated out of the TV and two large speakers next to it.

Only interested in watching Lan, Enzan relieved himself of the strain of standing and laid back on the bed. Taking notice of the steel walls, the lack of dust in the room, and how this felt much immeasurably better then the hospital bed upstairs. Something possibly more then a century old felt better then the considerably newer hospital beds, that didn't speak well for the hospital.

Content to just listen to what was playing he left the other rather interesting devices scattered around alone, Lan instead opted to sit down on the bed, laying next to Enzan and resting his hands comfortably behind his head. '...This feels really good.' It was the most comfortable bed he’d ever been on, whatever they used in the past, they needed to use now. “Man this bed is comfortable. If I had one of these at home then I'd never get out of it.”

Enzan looked over to Lan who had his eyes closed and resting contently beside him. “So what do you think?” He asked cursorily.

“I can’t believe you found this!” Lan replied with excitement. “This place his so amazing, it’s even better because it’s old.”

Something about laying on a bed this comfortable 'This thing is so soft...'... with someone like Enzan and listening to music 'What is this I'm listening to anyway? How old is this?...It sounds really old.' ... made Lan sleepy. If he didn’t get up now then he didn't think he would be able to leave this bed at all.

Enzan on the other hand found the prospect of him and Lan being in the same bed…really tempting. The last thing he wanted to do was sleep, this situation was a true test of his self control.

“Enzan…” Lan looked over at him for a second, pausing with thought before he looked up at the ceiling. Metal tiles with steel tresses arching across it for support. “Do you like your life.”

The question surprised him, so much so that he didn't respond immediately since he halted mid way through what he saying, Enzan realized that before, and just as he was about to do, he would have given any answer just to avoid the question. But... he found he couldn’t do that with Lan anymore... 'Where did this come from?'

Enzan sighed, making Lan open his eyes again and looked towards him, a sigh was not what he expected to hear. “I don’t know, I like it sometimes, other times it just pisses me off.” Enzan snorted in his usual indifferent tone.

“You must be pretty lonely eh?” Lan asked. Sounding generally concerned.

Enzan shook his head. “No time to be lonely. Too busy.” Unfortunately his answer wasn’t convincing Lan, he wasn't even convincing himself. Saying that sounded stupid even to himself.

He sighed again after a moment watching Lan just looked at him expectantly, it was apparent that he wasn't going to let this go.

“Ok maybe a little.” Enzan said, but Lan only continued to give him that look, he still wasn‘t buying it. “Alright I’m lonely!” Enzan found himself confessing things he didn’t even know about himself, or just ignored. Now that he thought about it, he really was lonely. He never had a type of relationship with anyone that could make him feel like he wasn’t alone. And all this time he thought he was just mad, well he was pretty angry about his life, now. “I'm lonely, Happy now?”

Every high moment meant nothing if he didn’t have someone to share it with or at lest someone he could tell about it to, if he wasn’t doing that he would just be arrogant…which explained a few things. He had been an jerk and didn’t even know it, all because he was lonely and completely ignored the fact that he was. This was amazing thing to figure out at once, it was enough to make him want to keep thinking, see what else he could figure out about himself. 'Hmm...'

“Enzan? Are you alright?” Lan asked, watching the expression on his face become more serous.

Enzan was too busy thinking to answer right away, he just stared up in silence. Sure he was lonely, he got that now, but he wasn't always lonely. He wasn't lonely when he was with family, like his father... ok, yes he was. Well he wasn't when he was with Blues...no, he was still even then... He wasn't lonely now. Come to think of it, Lan was the only person who he didn't feel like he was alone with. Lan was the only person who persistently came to see him, sure everyone had stopped by at lest once, Yaito twice. But Lan was constantly here until he was forced to leave, not even his father had showed up to check up on him. Speaking of which, where was his father anyway... Enzan supposed it didn't matter right now.

Things were always interesting when Lan was involved, another reason why he liked Lan so much. Lan thought differently, Lan felt differently, Lan was the complete opposite of him, the source of countless confliction between them. Another reason he liked Lan so much. And Lan didn't think as much about things, as he was doing at the moment. 'Maybe I do think to much.'

“Enzan...” Lan placed his hands behind him and sat up, looking at him fully with evident concern. “Hmmm...Lan… I’m sorry.”

“Huh? For what?”

“For being such jerk to you.”

Now Lan was confused, he asked a simple question and this came out. He really was starting to feel sorry for Enzan now, more worried then anything. “Your kinda late, you stopped being such a jerk a while ago.”

He didn't realize he had been one in the first place, when did he stop being one? This just happened to be the one thing Enzan was oblivious to. “I like you Lan, you were the only person that didn’t make me feel alone.” He sounded as if he was just thinking aloud, like he was talking to himself and Lan wasn't even there. “That’s why I like being around you so much.”

Enzan spoke so surely in his usual confident voice that Lan’s mind hadn’t really caught on to what Enzan said, maybe he was thinking out loud because something in what he was saying sounded incomplete. “Really?”

“Yeah, I don’t think I could tolerate my life any longer without you.” Enzan sighed exasperatedly, now that the topic had been brought up he liked his life a little less then he thought he did. And Lan hadn’t immediately rejected the fact that he liked him, either he was teasing him or thought nothing of it... Infect Lan hadn’t said anything about it, at all? Why was that? Did he even hear it? ...The thought was slowly but surely driving him crazy with curiosity. “Lan?”

“Huh?”

“Your not going to say anything?”

“Say anything about what?”

Enzan stared at him, maybe Lan was teasing him, or he didn't think anything of it, he had to hear it, right? “Baka, you really have to learn to pay attention.” Enzan rolled over and climbed on to his knees directly above Lan, one hand planted above the boy's shoulder for support as he lifted Lan’s chin with the other and quickly pressed their lips together, if Lan was teasing him he was getting what he deserved.

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Ok...maybe Lan hadn't been teasing him. 'Huh?' He was surprised to find that Lan was kissing him back… but he was obviously unsure of what he was doing and confused by his slow almost scared movements, Enzan could see it in his eyes. Which were still open and wouldn’t have been so wide with surprise if Lan knew what he was doing or even what was going on. Enzan had enough time to comprehend it all before Lan pulled back after a few seconds and pushed Enzan away, “Enzan? Y-you, I-I...W-we, What was that?”

“A kiss Lan.” Enzan said with a matter-of-factly tone.

A blush spread across Lan's cheek as he stared up at Enzan with unwavering confusion. “W-Why?”

Enzan smirked inwardly as he gave Lan another soft, chasing kiss. He saw this as a golden opportunity. “Because I like you Lan, I thought you would have picked up on that by now.”

Lan couldn't really think at the moment, his mind was to busy racing, trying to comprehend what was happening. “But...you...we...You shouldn’t be doing this.”

Truthfully Lan had always liked Enzan a little at lest, it was an admiration, a very strong admiration, but he never even contemplated how much because his mind settled on You-can’t-love-someone-you-hate. And he was comfortable with that, that way everything was justified, that way he didn't have address it, it was simple. That admiration had suddenly grown 10 fold when Enzan had protected him at great physical expense to himself, that simple became suddenly complicated.

After that he looked up to Enzan in ways he never knew he could, how he'd done such a selfless act out of nowhere and just dismissed it like it was nothing. It wasn't nothing! It was something! Something big! Lan had wanted to just scream that out at the top of his lungs, how could Enzan do so much damage to himself for Lan's sake, put himself through a hell of a lot of pain which he was still suffering now, and just treat it like it was nothing at all. Lan didn't know whether to be mad because of it or just happy he was taking it so well...Maybe he was mad, Enzan had just saved him, for goodness sake don't treat it like nothing!

How could he sit there and not address it for a whole month! A month! Enzan always had to be the calm, cool, collective, stubborn one, every time Lan brought it up all he said was 'It's nothing, I'm fine.' or 'Don't worry about it.' or even 'What's done is done Baka.' How could he treat all of those 'thank you's and deep appreciations like Lan was being grateful for nothing!? Like it was just a simple matter that didn't deserve the attention. It was!

Lan was amazed at Enzan's strength...

Though Enzan didn't acknowledge what he did for Lan, he had started opening up to him and just now even kissed him. It turned out that Enzan had liked him, and he was actually starting to be nice... well not nice, but nice in comparison to his usual demeanor. The You-can’t-love-someone-you-hate thing was completely gone, now how was he suppose to justify this? He didn't just admire Enzan, he always never just admired Enzan! He cared for him, he was worried about him, despite any initial reluctance or compliant he'd do anything for him. How was he suppose to put this in perspective now? He couldn't like Enzan, he liked Megaman, that spoke for it self.

Now, he was really confused. “Enzan... you really like me?”

“You finally caught on?”

“...You...?” Lan stared up at him with wide, startled eyes. “But... I-I Can't-”

Enzan only smiled at his reaction and defiance, “If you want it then that’s all that matters…” Enzan was giving Lan an open opportunity to object.

Lan wanted to say something about Megaman, about everything, give him every reason why they couldn’t do this. But when he opened his mouth nothing came but another kiss from Enzan. He couldn't say it... why couldn't he say anything?
That small attraction was deeper then he realized, in reality he did want this to happen, just as much as he wanted it not to. “E-Enzan...” Why couldn't he say it? Why wouldn't the words come out...

Enzan leaned downward, stopping just short of their noises touching as he looked into Lan's still confused eyes. He had to admit that he loved that look. He smiled as he closed the small gap and pushed the two of them in another kiss. He wrapped both of his arms around Lan’s back and laid himself against Lan's body, taking notice of Lan's reluctance, of Lan's slow hesitance to kiss back as he slipped his lounge past the parted lips.

All of it felt right, too right, almost like it did when Lan was with Megaman….exactly like it did when he was with Megaman, that was the problem.... It didn’t seem like a problem now, maybe it would have if he could think. But when Enzan kissed him his mind just seemed shut off, he couldn't think, he couldn't even remember to breathe.

Enzan trailed his hand down Lan’s shirt, feeling the warm flesh beneath. He paused, hesitating for a moment before slipping it in to his pants…He was lonely and hormonal, just, he was just wasting all of this time just to give Lan more time to object. He was going to take it as far as he could but he didn’t want to push Lan in to something he wasn’t ready for. Of course Lan’s only thought, oddly enough, was that he might make Enzan’s injuries worse.

None came though, Lan just stood laid there and stared up at Enzan with a needy reluctance. He didn't move he just stared up at him silently, and Enzan knew he could continue.

Enzan’s halted completely and he tensed almost to the point where his body locked up when he reached to far down and a jolt of pain shot through his body. It had come on so fast that he couldn't even hide it, his eyes winced and a soft exhale came forcibly out of his mouth.

'!' Lan saw this and immediately grabbed his waist, then he pushed him down to the bed with himself climbing on top examining. “...” Enzan finally realized his body’s limits, he wouldn’t be able to do anything too... strenuous... yet. “Ow...Damnit.”

“Are you ok?”

“I'm fine.” Enzan protested, he couldn't stop now, not now. Not after he spent so much time figuring everything out, he'd be damned if he was gonna waste it.

“Your not.”

“Lan...” Enzan looked up at him with the most pleading look anyone had ever seen him make, he couldn't take this.

With a small sigh Lan leaned forward and gave him another soft kiss, his eyes focused down at the growing erection in Enzan’s pants. “Enzan.” As if finally deciding, Lan laid himself atop Enzan's body, press his hand against Enzan's cheek. If there was anything he wanted to do it was to make him feel better at lest.

Enzan wrapped his arms around Lan's neck, and pulled them both into another kiss. His tongue move feverously around Lan's mouth with strong anticipation as he hugged Lan closer to him. He couldn't let himself come this far, to contemplate the thought of what he was doing and what he would do next, just to be halted now.

Lan seemed to understand it, or at lest Enzan hoped he did, and though at first with hesitance he began to kiss back. Their lounges mingled between parted lips and explored the opposing mouth in a passionate connection. Enzan pulled Lan closer in a desperation that he didn't realize he himself had, all he knew was that he couldn't stop now, he was almost afraid that Lan would just pull back and leave.

Maybe he did understand it, maybe he held the same desperation, maybe he did by the way he was allowing Enzan to hold him. Lan gently laid his hand against Enzan's cheek while he slipped the other in between them and began pulling at the waistband of Enzan's shorts. His fingers fumbled around with haste as they unbuttoned and the fabric and loosened it with a few sharp tugs.

He wrapped his fingers around Enzan’s length and began giving moving along the erection. Lan's efforts immediately drew a small whimper from Enzan, the boy tilted his head back slightly as the soft had gently stroked his cock. Lan pushed himself upward to recapture Enzan's lips, swallowing his rather loud cries. Enzan didn’t realize how good this would feel.

Feeling like both his mind and his body couldn’t take this slow pace, Enzan thrust helplessly into Lan’s hand, nearly frantic with his need to attain release. His arms tightened around Lan's shoulder, “Lan...“ Enzan arched upward against Lan's body, trusting harder into Lan's hand and then falling back flat against the bed when he pulled back. He could feel Lan bury his face into his neck, kissing and sucking the soft skin that resided there, though evidently unsure of his actions by his hesitance.

Enzan bucked his hips upward with a sharp exhale, his fingers clinched at the back of Lan's shirt when the two feelings finally came together in unison. Lan seemed to find what ever reassurance he was looking for, his actions became bolder.

Lan ran his tongue across Enzan's overheated flesh while he began to message the pre-cum soaked head of his cock with his thumb. Allowing Enzan to continue thrusting upwards and only moving to accommodated.

Enzan bit his lip pushing with another soft whimper, arching upwards for the final time as an overwhelming pleasure washed over him. With a deep breath he cringed, holding back the urge to moan loudly as he came. “Lan!!” He covered Lan's hand with the warm liquid, panting heavily as the last few spurts emptied from his body.

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