[RP Log] Ohtori & Shishido [part 1 of 2]
Character : Ohtori Choutarou & Shishido Ryou
Date : 14th February [BACKDATED]
Rating : NC-17
Summary : It’s Ohtori’s birthday and Shishido’s arranged a little surprise.
Walking through the halls of an unfamiliar school, Shishido was beginning to wonder if all this was a really bad idea. After all, there was every chance either he or Choutarou could get in trouble, maybe even seriously; it wasn’t like he had any right to be here. He had already called his boyfriend earlier to say he would be coming back to Tokyo for his Birthday but wouldn’t get into the city until later tonight. However, it was all just a ruse so Shishido could try and set something special up for the violinist.
Checking the directions to Choutarou’s office that the receptionist had kindly wrote down for him, he turned down the next corridor. I wasn’t long before he found the right door, Shishido smiled, running his fingers tenderly over the name plate that greeted him. Grabbing the handle he was glad to find it unlocked as he stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
It didn’t surprise him to find the place in some form of organized chaos with sheet music littering the floor around one of the two desks. Even though Shishido knew he didn’t have much time before the end of day bell sounded he couldn’t help but linger in a place that was so personal to his love. Sitting down on the chair behind his desk, Shishido pulled out a single long stem red rose and placed it down on the work service making sure the attached card was facing the right way up. He couldn’t help feeling a little foolish, he wasn’t a romantic by nature and doing things like this always made him feel a little ill at ease. Like he’d mess it all up somehow.
Leaning back Shishido glanced around wondering briefly who the other desk belonged to before his eyes landed on the photos that were pinned to the wall in front of the desk. He instantly recognized the one of ex-regulars of Hyoutei, but there were others he didn’t. One in particular being his boyfriend with three other men…they looked so happy. It made Shishido wonder why he had never mentioned them before, and that green monster in the back of his mind also wondered if one of them had ever meant something to his Choutarou.
The shrill ring of the school bell made him jump shaking him from his thoughts. He had better get going, there was still things he had do and Shishido guessed it wouldn’t be long before Choutarou stopped by here. Standing he put the chair back in it’s place, slipping out the door and loosing himself amongst the crowds of school kids that were heading home.
Ohtori was actually only a few rooms down from his office, dismissing his current class and biding them a “good day” as the bell rang. And they cleared out quite steadily, leaving their sensei to himself as they talked amongst themselves, and it was a relief when none of them offered him a “happy birthday” in return. It was the first thing he’d received upon entering the school that morning, for somehow, the whole student body had heard it was his birthday, and gave him some rather unwanted attention. That and several boxes of chocolates (the bane of being the youngest teacher in the school), but it wasn‘t as if Ohtori disliked his day of birth. He was actually quite excited with the prospect of Shishido visiting that evening, especially since over the last few years, he’d become too accustomed to spending the day alone.
But his lover wouldn’t be arriving until later (or so he believed), leaving him with more than enough time to pack away and accomplish a few more tasks before heading home. So with the classroom empty, Ohtori started gathering his papers, stuffing them in his bag before attending to the board. Engrossing himself in the task of wiping away the scribed music theory notes, he failed to notice someone poke their head in, then enter the room and stand behind him, watching him work. Needless to say, the violinist was startled when he turned around, nearly dropping his eraser as he gave the tennis coach a sort of deer-in-headlights look. “Muruyama-san! Is there no tennis club practice today?”
The older man looked slightly put off by the quickly following question, perching against a desk as he coolly regarded the other. “It‘s futile trying to make them run when they‘re fattened up on chocolate.”
Ohtori smiled softly, holding back the comment of it having been done before. He felt no need to counter him and allowed himself to be contented by the unexpected, though familiar, presence. Not that he should’ve been surprised. The coach had a knack for checking in on him ever since they started to play tennis together. “I see. Then what are you up to?”
It may or may not have been a slight blush that appeared on the other man‘s cheeks, leaving Ohtori to just blink and stare, wondering what was so uncomfortable about the question. And then the pause lengthened and Muruyama just shifted where he stood, so Ohtori turned back to the board until he spoke. “Just curious as to whether or not you‘re free tonight.”
“Oh? I thought we didn‘t have court time again until Thursday.” Oblivion got the better of the violinist. The query seemed like the simplest thing to him, especially between two friends, causing him to give the other another small, polite grin. In his mind, he was already apologizing to Muruyama, finding himself thinking of how he was going to have much greater company tonight, and as always, any thought about his lover made his heart flutter in his chest.
“We don‘t…” Muruyama looked around, as if to see whether or not the room was really empty before stepping toward the other, looking slightly amused despite his evident disappointment. “Ohtori, sometimes I wonder if you have tennis on your mind more than my students.”
He allowed himself a slight chuckle in return, answering honestly as he mused over the things he had to accomplish before heading out and meeting Shishido. His present company was already being pushed away. “Bad habit, I suppose, but to answer your question, I‘m actually having a guest over tonight. So yes, I am busy.”
“Hn. That‘s too bad.” Though Muruyama never admitted to what was on his mind, leaving easy conversation and some slight teasing to fall in from there - at least until Ohtori had to kick him out of the room and lock up, but even then, the violinist failed to return to his office. He had a few errands to run in the school before settling on tuning the piano in the rehearsal room, where he decided to grade papers as well. This continued for a span of a few hours passed, where he stretched and rose upon checking his watch and realizing how much time had passed. So he finally drag his things to his shared office, frowning a little upon entering for it seemed like the other music teacher had gone home already.
Shishido wondered how many years he would get for breaking and entering, maybe he could plead insanity or something, and he had to be insane to think this was a good idea. He had already managed to get lost in the maze of narrow corridors behind the concert halls stage. Finally, Shishido had managed to find the stages rear entrance and was glad to find the door wasn’t alarmed. Unless it was a silent alarm, in which case he was fucked.
The small white van he had hired for the day was parked up not too far away as Shishido walked over to it keeping his eyes peeled for any kids or teachers who still might be hanging around. Luck would have it that this part of the school grounds was deserted as he gunned the engine and reversed the van closer to the open stage door.
Shishido busied himself with setting up his surprise on the stage, checking and double checking that every detail was right. God, he had even gone to the trouble of hiring out a book so he could set the small table to exclusive restaurant standards. But then if something was worth doing, then it was worth doing to your best ability as far as he was concerned. Finally satisfied he looked at his watch, it was getting late, he thought with a frown. Ignoring his worry that Choutarou might have just headed straight back to his apartment he picked up the suit bag that was resting over the back of one of the chairs and headed to one of the dressing rooms to change.
Moving into his office, Ohtori all but slipped on the sheet music that was scattered over the floor. Beyond its neglect, it was actually new work, scribbled and scratched out over the course of the last two weeks, and work that his fellow teachers all gave him quizzical looks for, admonishing him over how he should be more focused with his classes. But Ohtori couldn’t help inspiration and caringly gathered all the loose leaves of paper, putting them into his bag before retrieving his coat. Shrugging it on, brown eyes finally wandered over to his desk and he stopped, frozen in place from the sight of the red rose that lay there. Curiosity was what drew him to it, adjusting the strap of his bag against his shoulder before delicately lifting it into his hands. Crimson petals, soft as silk, brushed against Ohtori’s upper lip as he took in its scent.
Peering over it again in silent questioning of where it had come from, the violinist soon found the card tied to its stem. One with instructions to go to the concert hall, and more specifically, alone. Needless to say, he was further intrigued and confused by this, knowing quite well that the only people with keys to the concert hall were the custodial staff and the teachers of his department, unless it was accidentally unlocked, but this new round of questioning was eventually pushed away. With the rose gently carried in one hand, Ohtori locked his office and made his was down the quiet halls. Possibly against his better judgment, he wanted to see to the end of this little mystery.
So he didn’t know whether to be relieved or troubled when the front doors of the concert hall turned out to be locked. Though he still progressed, fishing out his keys and inviting himself in, letting the door close behind him with an audible click. And at first glance, he figured himself to be alone and mused over the slight twinge of disappointment it brought. The houselights were down, but he could tell that the rows of seats spanning before him were empty as he made his was down toward the stage - its overhead lights illuminating it. Everything seemed so untouched, untroubled, empty, the only oddity being the table set up on it, which Ohtori instantly assumed was left behind by the drama club. Looking around again, he kept approaching the stage, touching the rose almost nervously. “Hello…?”
Shishido sat on the grand pianos bench trying to ignore the nerves that had set in and not check his watch every two seconds. Maybe he should have just text him with his plans and not tried to be so fucking sentimental. Loosening the black tie of the suit he had changed into and undoing the top button, he ran fingers over the smooth ebony lid that covered the pianos keys. He suddenly felt sorely tempted to lift it and try a few of the keys, not that he knew how to play. He will come.
The click of a door towards the back of the hall caused Shishido’s head to snap up as he listened hard, unable to see who it was. He could feel the nervous butterflies in his stomach that he always got when he met Choutarou after he’d spent time away. Then he heard that honey soft voice call out and Shishido smiled.
Saying nothing he moved from where he sat pulling a lighter from his suit pocket to light the single candle that stood in the center of the table before he looked down at his lover. Holding his gaze with a sly grin he gracefully jumped down off the stage and sauntered over to him. Grabbing his tie he pulled his lover down a little so he could soundly kiss him, letting his other hand run up into his hair. “Happy birthday, Choutarou,” Shishido murmured against his lips.
Or not the drama club. Ohtori stopped in his tracks and went a little wide-eyed when he spotted Shishido. It took him several moments to digest the whole scene, but by then his boyfriend was in front of him, tugging him down for a kiss he was more than pleased to receive. And he shivered as the words brushed against him, his bag dropping to the floor as his grip loosened on it, so he could cup Shishido’s cheek and kiss those delicious lips again. Ohtori was beyond shocked that he was actually there, but that didn’t stop him from being incredibly happy toward it too. Especially with Shishido all done up and looking as handsome as ever, and he would gladly accept the well wishes of a happy birthday’ this time.
“Shishi--Ryou, wha--?” He was still a little unused to using his boyfriend’s given name, but was stumbling over his words regardless, blushing over the firm grip on his tie. Not that he minded it. Oh not at all. And he was as curious as ever, glancing past Shishido and at the stage for a moment, until a bright smile fledged across his lips. One that even made his eyes shine. “What are you up to?”
“Mmmm, looking hot there Choutarou. Maybe I should visit you at school more often,” Shishido smirked stepping closer brushing up against him and playing with the tie. God, he had missed Choutarou’s warmth, hell, he missed him full stop. Closing his eyes for a moment to just revel in the feeling of his lover he almost forgot he’d been asked a question. “Up to?” Shishido asked the question with complete innocence.
Stepping back a little he tugged on Choutarou’s tie in a silent order to follow him up the stage steps. “Just a little surprise,” Shishido finally answered with a wink hoping the other wouldn’t notice how nervous he actually was. He had attempted to cook Choutarou’s favorite meal with a little help from his meddling mother along with a bottle on the best red wine to complement it. There were other things too, but they could wait till later he all but thought with a devious smirk.
Well Ohtori wouldn’t doubt that sounded like a rather splendid idea, but as much as detached thoughts allowed him, he also considered how he’d probably never get any work done if Shishido did visit more often. But with there being no work at the moment - other than restraining himself from just jumping his boyfriend right there - the violinist was able to revel in the other’s guaranteed presence. That and overcome his amazement of it and to form something more coherent, letting the physical tug on his tie lead him back to reality.
Though the most coherent thing Ohtori got was the endearment that washed over him. An endearment for his lover no less, for he never thought someone would go as far as to do something like this for him. Not in a million years, but here it was, all laid out before him. “Ryou…” Needless to say, the amazement was back, and from the slight blurring of his eyes, Ohtori found that one could cry from happiness. “You…. You did all of this?”
Shishido had left go of Choutarou long enough to pull his chair out for him, letting the sound of his voice wash away any doubts he had that he would think it all silly. “Of course, you’re more than worth it,” he answered as he looked back at his lover and his gentle smile faltered. “Hey, now…” Shishido whispered moving to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb as his brain scrambled to try and think what it was he’d done wrong. Instead Shishido settled for wrapping him tightly in his arms. “I…I know it’s hardly anything grand, but I kinda thought that with your heart being so deeply in music an orchestral hall would be apt….” Or maybe it was really lame. Shishido caressed his back with light fingers. “We don’t have to eat…here.” He added pulling back a little to place a sweet kiss on Choutarou’s lips. “It’s your birthday so you can have and do anything you want, kay?”
More than worth it. Those words made Ohtori intake a sharp breath, finally closing his eyes against the visual onslaught of Shishido's surprise. For was it wrong to be disarmed and shivering by a mere word from your lover? It couldn't be, and the part of him that was still in disbelief that they were together was shaken a little, pulled free from the disappointments of Ohtori's life. Being here now made it all worth it and thanked, which allowed him to push aside a bit more of the overwhelming feeling. Though he didn't open his eyes again until Shishido's thumb brush against his face, where he held nothing but a loving look for the shorter man. But then, finally, when he was in his tight embrace, he could sense his lover's doubt again and was quick to speak. "No-- nonono --Ryou… I… I'm so happy right now. I can't believe… It's just beyond wonderful." Nuzzling the side of Shishido's head, he dropping his chin to place a kiss on his neck. "Thank you, love. I already have what I want--because you're here, but I also want this and have no intention of wasting it. Plus, dinner smells delicious."
Shishido felt a shiver of desire run down his back as talented lips brushed across the skin of his neck; if it wasn’t for the fact the table was laid he would have had him pinned to it before he could blink. Instead he smiled at Choutarou’s words letting them fan the heat in him; it would only make what he had planned all the more sweeter.
Pushing Choutarou’s chair in, Shishido picked up the already uncorked bottle of wine and poured a healthy amount into his boyfriends’ glass. He really did hope the smelt tasted as good as it smelled, cooking defiantly wasn’t one of those things he excelled at. “I hope they haven’t give you too much hassle today,” Shishido grinned remembering how much attention he used to get at junior school from all the girls who thought it was ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ that his birthday fell on Valentines day.
When the glass was poured, Ohtori graciously accepted it, his other hand still occupied by the rose he refused to drop. And a smile became ever-present on his lips as warm brown eyes surveyed the other man, truly taking the time to rake his gaze over him. For he couldn't appreciate Shishido enough, just as his love for him was so powerful it couldn't be perfectly expressed. "Today? Maybe the same hassle as every other day," He chuckled, moving over to his lover and closer to the table, to make sure he'd have his own glass as well. Though it might've been an excuse to remain close to Shishido, their arms brushing. "My students are always rather enthusiastic, but perhaps more so with their insistence of knowing who I was spending the evening with." And despite the words, he spoke of his students in a loving tone, always being one to care, even to the point of fault if it may be. "And I also probably have several pounds of chocolate back in my office, which I most definitely intend on sharing. I won't be able to eat all of it."
“One thing I have to say I don’t miss about school is all that annoying fuss, drove me mad.” Filling his own glass. “You can put the rose with the other eleven if you like.” Shishido gestured to the bouquet that lay on a small side table along with a chilling bottle of champagne. “So what did you tell them?” A part of him wanted to know, he knew Choutarou couldn’t exactly tell them he had a boyfriend, but still….”Sit down and I’ll feed you.” He winked.
Still amused from brooding over the whole holiday, Ohtori had forgotten his afternoon of frustration toward it. And he looked over at the bouquet at Shishido mentioned it, straying over to place the rose with the others and also leaned over them to smell them. "You had this all planned out, didn‘t you..?" he mused quietly. His fingertips then brushed against the soft petals one more time before he went back, his dress shoes audibly clicking on the stage floor as he stood beside Shishido once more, touching his shoulder before taking his seat. "Well, at first I suggested that was a personal matter, but then I told them I was spending it with someone very important to me."
Important. Shishido smiled warmly. “I like the sound of that,” he mused, being important to someone was something he hadn’t been for the longest time. As Choutarou sat he couldn’t help the sly grin that spread over his face. “Yeah, I had it planned. For a couple of weeks now, I wanted it to be perfect.” There had been times he had questioned his sanity and the real possibility that he could pull it off, but what the hell. They were here and Choutarou seemed to love it.
Uncovering the dishes that were being kept warm on a hot plate he placed the dish down in front of his boyfriend. “Helping-hand Smelt, right.”
Though they had been his words, the violinist blushed, shifting in his seat. No matter what, honesty would still get the better of him, but he was still smiling. A smile that grew as Shishido explained himself. "It‘s amazing, Ryou…" And then the smelt was set before him and it wasn’t just amazing anymore. What his boyfriend had pulled off was surprising him more and more, minute by minute, and at the current moment, his stomach was more than happy to remind him how he had to skip lunch earlier. "Oh, wow, it looks delicious. It‘s safe to presume your cooking skills have improved over the years, hm?" The latter comment was just Ohtori teasing him, for he had no doubt the fish tasted as good as it looked, and being from Shishido made the meal so much better.
Finally seating himself down opposite Choutarou he couldn’t help but blush a little busying himself with his napkin. “Well, in truth, I had a little helping hand off mum. I’m afraid my cooking skills are a little, um, dodgy.” He looked across at Choutarou offering a silent apology. As much as he wanted to do it all by himself, he didn’t want to chance killing his lover because he had no idea what he was doing.
Even with this bit of information, Ohtori’s appreciation for the whole gesture refused to lessen. "I always enjoyed you mother‘s cooking," he stated, looking beyond the candle between them and at him. "So hers and yours is probably even more exceptional." But then, suddenly, his smile slipped and he began to feel his own edge of nervousness, casting a glance far across the hall and to the entrance doors that were swallowed in darkness. Though this lasted for only a moment before he was contented again. "Hm, it‘s a good thing everyone else is home for the night. We wouldn‘t want to be interrupted."
Choutarou really did praise him too highly. “Yeah, I miss her cooking.” He thought idly out aloud. Shishido himself glanced out into the darkness briefly, he shared his concern about any possible random person walking in. Especially security. Still, it also added a little…something, to all this and Shishido couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips. “As long as they don’t have CCTV in here,” he chuckled blushing at the sudden thought that entered his head regarding camcorders and making out.
Studying his boyfriend for a moment, Ohtori eventually shook his head. "No, no CCTV. We‘re alone and unsupervised." Now that made him crack a grin, or perhaps something a bit like a smirk, the violinist feeling a little immature and delinquent on top of his giddiness. And all of that jumble of emotions was something only Shishido could make him feel. He was just that much head over heels in love with him, and didn’t mind the foolishness of loosing himself to that degree… especially when Shishido’s blush looked so sexy and so adorable all at the same time. "What are you thinking about?"
“Um, thinking?” He would have to ask, and to be honest Shishido would much prefer to show Choutarou what he was thinking rather than tell him. Then an almost wicked smile lit his face as he looked the violinist directly in the eyes. “I was just thinking if they did have CCTV it would be nice to get our hands on the tapes so we can watch them back later.” Yes, that thought was far too appealing for its own good. And Shishido loosened his tie a little more feeling warm even though it was rather cool in the large hall.
Perhaps he was slow to react, or too busy being mesmerized by Shishido’s gaze to answer, but whichever it was, he still stared back. Then after a moment, blinked, wetting his lips. "I don‘t see why I‘d want to watch myself be all foolish…" His mouth formed around the words almost idly, though as he trailed off, he stared into those blazing eyes again, at the wry smile, at the slight peek of collarbone hinted by a loosened tie and a popped button. And realization was notably met as his face became a rather brilliant shade of red, no matter how much he wasn‘t too adverse to the prospect of the idea. "Ryou."
Shishido couldn’t help but laugh trying to push down the desire that watching Choutarou simply wet his lips had sparked in him. “Yeah, you’re probably right doing something that crazy, what must I be thinking.” Shishido blinked feigning total innocence while his eyes told a very different story. Resting his head on one head while he ate, Shishido just continued to watch him. He’d decided weeks ago that it defiantly his favorite pastime. Choutarou had a refined grace and appearance that he loved to indulge in.
Unable to hold his lover’s intense gaze anymore, he lowered his eyes to his plate, deciding it was time to eat. Since if he did keep looking, there was a good chance dinner would’ve been forgotten, and no matter how appealing the other things he could be indulging himself in were, there was no way he could pass up food while he was starving. Especially when there was a good chance he could still have both-- and smelt no less! It was a little gluttonous of him, but he hadn’t had smelt in a while, there mere sight of one of his favorite dishes making his mouth water. Though when he did taste the first mouthful, he couldn’t stop himself from looking up. "Oh! Delicious!" And Ohtori was once more captured by his boyfriend.
Sometimes Shishido really wished he knew what was going on inside Choutarou’s head, while the expressions that ran across his handsome face were a good indicator, he still wanted to know. “Mmmm, I’m glad you like it.” But, I can think of something far more delicious right now. “What else would you like?” He asked reveling in that blush and knowing exactly what he was doing. Maybe it was selfish, and even cruel, but Choutarou just made him feel so hot.
"What else?" The question was readdressed as a strange little smile tugged at Ohtori’s dreamy expression, wherein he shyly glanced down, poking at his dinner before taking up another mouthful. "Well, nothing that wouldn‘t… interrupt dinner. But, truly, Ryou, you did so much. You don‘t have to do anything else." And he meant that, continuing his meal despite his boyfriend’s heated looks that were succeeding in making him melt every time. Gods he was so attractive. And so sweet on top of that. "Right now, I‘m probably the happiest man alive."
Shishido honestly didn’t think he would ever get tired of hearing Choutarou call him by his given name, if just sounded so nice. The sable-haired man finally looked back at his own dinner, Shishido wanted to do more for him, a hell of a lit more. But he guessed he would let him enjoy his dinner in peace. “I’m glad your happy, Choutarou.” And he was. After the state the violinist had been in that night at the train station he never wanted to see him so sad again.
It was only after Shishido’s response that Ohtori realized how ridiculously sappy he must of sounded, and he found it quite embarrassing, quickly busying himself with eating. Until his plate was cleared at least, leaving him to lean back in his chair and sip his drink, this time being the one surveying the other. It was a rather pleasant sort of euphoria. "My compliments to the chefs."
“I’ll be sure to pass that on to my mum when I see her next,” Shishido said, while the meal was divine he was finding that he didn’t have that much of an appetite right now. Future plans for the evening were causing a little too much adrenalin to run through him. Instead, he chose to follow Choutarou’s lead and picked up his wine glass and raised it slightly to him. “To many more birthdays, my love.”
Needless to say, Ohtori had noticed the lack of eating on his boyfriends part, but caught himself before he could say anything. Though his concerns were true, he didn't want to ruin the moment by making a fuss. That and he could always shove food down Shishido's throat when they got back to his apartment. So he went along with it for now, blushing again and raising his own glace a bit higher in return. When was the last time someone wished him well like that? "Ah… Thank you."
Shishido leaned forward just enough that he could clink his glass against Choutarou’s, he wanted to lean the rest of the way and kiss though lips but candles and hair didn’t really mix. So Shishido settled for reaching across the table with his free hand and ran it over the back of his lovers. It amazed him still that even after a month together the intense desire such a simple touch sparked in him was as strong as ever. Unconsciously biting at his bottom lip he gave into the slow burn. “Wanna dance?”
Smiling softly, Ohtori reveled in the feeling of their touching hands, eyes closing for a moment as he took a sip of his drink. He then gazed back, blinking at the question and opening his mouth. Though he stopped the comment about having two left feet in time to just smile and duck his head a little. Same embarrassed reactions as always. And who was he to deny Shishido something when he had done so much? And it wasn't as if Ohtori disliked the idea completely, eyes lifting from where they locked on how his boyfriend worried his lip. "Alright... but don't we need music?"
“Mmm, yeah, I guess music helps.” Refusing to let go of Choutarou’s hand to moved over to where the roses were to press ‘play’ on a small CD player that was covered by the bouquet. Soft strains of piano music began to flow out of the speakers. Turning back to his boyfriend with a warm smile he closed the distance between them, one hand resting on the small of his back the other on his shoulder. “There’s nothing to it, just close your eyes and let it flow through you,” Shishido whispered in Choutarou’s ear feeling the tension in his frame.
"Ah.. H-hai." Relaxing a little, Ohtori followed his lover's lead, hands falling into place and feet moving as eyes veiled the sight of the stage again. Though he had to keep himself from being completely absorbed into the music, focusing instead on the man before him. His warmth, the neatly pressed suit under his fingertips, his scent and the sound of his breath… Truly, by adding all of this and all he had done up, Shishido turned out to have quite a romantic side, and the violinist grinned a little, leaning further against him as he more or less nuzzled his hair. "Love you…"
Resting his head on Choutarou’s shoulder, Shishido smiled, he’d never get tired of hearing those words. “Love you too, more than anything…” It scared him sometimes just how much for a hold Choutarou had on him, if he wanted to, the violinist could destroy him with a few words. Frowning he pushed away such stupid thoughts; he wouldn’t let it happen while he still drew breath. Holding Choutarou a little tighter he turned his head a little to kiss his neck before speaking quietly into his ear. “I know I’m not the most eloquent or thoughtful of people, but, I want you to know. You’re my world, sanctum sanctorum, I want to be with you forever.”
At first, Ohtori was been unsure if he’d heard correctly or not, but with warm breath moving across his ear, there was no denying it. He shivered, perhaps whimpering a little because to him, there was no stronger confession. Not even music could move him that deeply or keep surprising him like Shishido did, and it was one of the things Ohtori dearly loved about him: how he was hard to read at times, making his honesty all the more powerful. All the more breathtaking. So excuse him if he had no other initial reaction other than pulling back a little so he could kiss him properly, and deeply. And with Ohtori always being overly sensitive, his nerves and emotions had already been rubbed raw by his lover, deep brown eyes half-lidded when he finally pulled back.
"I think you underestimate yourself, Ryou. Because to me you are one of the most marvelous people I know, and I‘m whole-heartedly lucky to have your love. I‘m not going anywhere." He murmured, his hand running across Shishido’s shoulder to touch his face.
Shishido let himself melt into that kiss, for once not caring if he was being weak or needy. Letting Choutarou’s words sooth his anxieties. “Neither am I, ever.” He finally replied loosing himself in those deep brown eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand. Shishido traced the tip of his tongue lightly over Choutarou’s bottom lip before devouring his mouth in a kiss he hoped that would convey physically his feelings.
Though Ohtori could never see his lover as weak or needy, for if he was, then he himself was far worse off, which was a negative thought within itself and Ohtori could not bring himself to look upon their relationship badly. It was a good thing, a very good thing--the best thing to happen in Ohtori’s life beyond even meeting Shishido. So when he was kissed with such a fervor, such a deep running passion, he wasn’t about to remain reserved in turn. Dancing and music completely forgotten, he simply clung to his boyfriend to stay upright as he kissed him back, accepted everything he could ever need.
Why did he have to have the stupid idea of doing this in a concert hall? It wasn’t exactly the most versatile of places for this kind of thing, or the most comfortable. But the thoughts were gone as soon as they came as Choutarou kissed him back and Shishido toyed with his tongue. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder had soon worked itself in luxurious silver hair. Finally pulling back just enough to speak he fixed his lover with a lustful gaze. “You know I want you right?”
"Want me…" Ohtori repeated, dazed and his lips kiss swollen. There was just no looking away when those eyes caught him, making him all too aware of how quickly he was breathing, of how warm he felt. And he knew it was rash how he insistently pushed Shishido backwards, hands on him and seeking that kiss again. Rash and possibly stupid as he disregarded the location, lighting acoustics, and all. "You can have me, Ryou. I‘m yours."
It was like Choutarou’s words flipped a switch in him and it was only reinforced by his hands as Shishido met the kiss with a growl. Slightly disorientated because of the alien location it wasn’t until the hard edge of the halls grand piano dug into his lower back that he knew where he was. And once he did, Shishido didn’t waste a second in pushing himself off it to reverse their positions. Breaking the kiss, Shishido nipped at his chin running his tongue down his throat and sucking briefly at his adams apple. “I want you in every way possible.”
His attention being quite occupied, Ohtori barely noticed when they turned so he was against the piano, one hand pressed flat against its polished, black finish so he wouldn’t fall backwards completely. Then the kiss disconnected and he moved his head back, moaning softly, though it wasn‘t entirely surprising how compliant and aroused he was quickly made. For with the words sending shudders down his spine, he felt a familiar, burning desire only Shishido could spark and pressed urgently against him. "Gods, Ryou--"
Trying to resist the huge to push himself back against Choutarou and into the sharp piano edge, he loosened his lovers tie and flicking the top buttons undone. Nuzzling it aside Shishido began to attack his collar bone with small nips before soothing over them with kisses and licks. Pushing his thigh between Choutarou’s legs and feeling just how aroused he was only spurred him on. “Do you want to? Right here?” Shishido needed to know, it wasn’t exactly how had pictured things and he’d stop if Choutarou wanted him too, regardless of how hard as it would be. If he let himself go any further, let his desire burn him any more, he wasn’t so sure.
Ohtori's eyes snapped open with a sharp intake of breath, he unable to comprehend much other than the attention his collarbone was receiving and the leg sneaking between him. Though sensations aside, the slight throb of his wrist and Shishido's query finally reminding him of where they were. Maybe he had been shortsighted as to believe they wouldn't be this drawn to each other, to not be patient and wait for comfort and privacy. So they were foolish for doing this, yet Ohtori still couldn't pull back, even with his wrist burdened with all his weight. He just detached his hand from where he held a fistful of Shishido's shirt and ran it up his hair. Until he could tug his head back a little and kiss him again, his words rough and throaty. "Yes-- If you'll have me."
Shishido let out a hiss as his hair was pulled, but he didn’t pay it any heed, not when Choutarou’s lips found his. Pulling back, the violinists’ husky reply caused him to close his eyes for a moment and just breathe, as Shishido fought to gain some control other himself. “I’ve always wanted you,” he grinned. Moving his hands onto Choutarou’s hips he pulled him away from the piano a moment, keeping his eyes open slightly as he sucked at that kiss swollen bottom lip. Shishido finally managed to steer them towards the small pianists stool, pushing it out of the way to sit his deliciously flushed boyfriend on the covered keyboard.
Shishido stepped back a little hands planted on the smooth wood either side of Choutarou and a wicked grin on his lips. “Mmm, think I forgot something to make the a little, um, sweeter.” Placing a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, Shishido moved away to pick something up off the table making sure to keep it hidden behind him.
Ohtori was trying his best not to stumble over his own feet as they moved around the piano, one hand constantly brushing the instrument to keep his bearings, no matter how preoccupied Shishido was keeping him. Though as soon as his bottom lip was free from its glorious torture and he found himself balancing upon the cover, he was given a moment to just stare at his boyfriend. To look at him with dilated eyes and ragged breath as he felt completely vulnerable to him, that grin taking down every defense he thought he had. It could have been dangerous how he always bore his soul to this man, but the deep love he felt for him eliminated any fear. For Shishido may have always wanted him, but his own desire and need ran past eternity and was only intensified by the years lost in keeping it a secret.
"Wha..?" Ohtori panted between breaths, blinking as his eyes never left his lover. His mind was drawing a blank as Shishido snuck around, visually keeping something from him, and despite his current state, the violinist was still able to acquire a soft smile. "What are you up to now, love?"
Shishido just continued to grin, ignoring the question for a moment. Instead he chose to just drink in the sight of Choutarou flushed and aroused and all for him, those chocolate eyes a few shades darker with a mix of intense emotions. It was enough to bring him to his knees. “Well, seen as though this is Valentines Day too,” Shishido began placing the small tub on the piano top before beginning to undo the last flew buttons of Choutarou’s shirt. “I couldn’t not get you some chocolate too. But, this is a special kinda chocolate.” Pulling his lovers tie off he pushed the cotton shirt back off his shoulders, biting his lowering at the rapid rise and fall of the toned chest and letting his fingers trace over the dips and curves.
Ohtori wasn’t allowed to dwell on how this chocolate was ‘special,’ or even to look at the tub to find out himself. Nor could he do so much as lift a finger to assist in removing his shirt, shivering slightly instead as it slipped off his shoulders. He was captivated by his boyfriend, whimpering again as those fingers brushed over his skin, leaving trails of heat wherever they went. "Ryou…" And Ohtori’s arms were shaking as he tried to keep himself balanced, fighting not to lean over and further into the touch, seeking the warmth to contrast the cool air of the concert hall. Not that he needed it. Shishido was burning him, enticing him, his mere closeness driving him crazy.
“Yes, Choutarou?” Shishido purred even though he knew it wasn’t a question. Reaching around the violinist to retrieve the tub he took the opportunity to graze teeth over neck. Unscrewing the top Shishido dipped two fingers in, coating them, before bringing them back around. Shishido then spent to next few seconds writing ‘Property of Shishido Ryou’ over Choutarou’s chest and stomach in sticky liquid milk chocolate.
"Ah--" He only gasped in response, eyes fluttering closed as Shishido teased his neck, leaving him to anticipate a small nip, anything though it never came. And his eyes lazily opened again as the chocolate was smeared over him, the dark orbs going wide. Ohtori then craned his neck to see what his boyfriend was writing, blushing and giving a lopsided smile when he managed to decipher the upside-down characters. "You‘re making a mess, Ryou."
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Shishido mussed idly as he began to suck and lick the reaming chocolate off his fingers not taking his dark eyes off Choutarou for a second. “And what do you suppose I should do about that?” He asked in all innocence.
Date : 14th February [BACKDATED]
Rating : NC-17
Summary : It’s Ohtori’s birthday and Shishido’s arranged a little surprise.
Walking through the halls of an unfamiliar school, Shishido was beginning to wonder if all this was a really bad idea. After all, there was every chance either he or Choutarou could get in trouble, maybe even seriously; it wasn’t like he had any right to be here. He had already called his boyfriend earlier to say he would be coming back to Tokyo for his Birthday but wouldn’t get into the city until later tonight. However, it was all just a ruse so Shishido could try and set something special up for the violinist.
Checking the directions to Choutarou’s office that the receptionist had kindly wrote down for him, he turned down the next corridor. I wasn’t long before he found the right door, Shishido smiled, running his fingers tenderly over the name plate that greeted him. Grabbing the handle he was glad to find it unlocked as he stepped inside, closing the door quietly behind him.
It didn’t surprise him to find the place in some form of organized chaos with sheet music littering the floor around one of the two desks. Even though Shishido knew he didn’t have much time before the end of day bell sounded he couldn’t help but linger in a place that was so personal to his love. Sitting down on the chair behind his desk, Shishido pulled out a single long stem red rose and placed it down on the work service making sure the attached card was facing the right way up. He couldn’t help feeling a little foolish, he wasn’t a romantic by nature and doing things like this always made him feel a little ill at ease. Like he’d mess it all up somehow.
Leaning back Shishido glanced around wondering briefly who the other desk belonged to before his eyes landed on the photos that were pinned to the wall in front of the desk. He instantly recognized the one of ex-regulars of Hyoutei, but there were others he didn’t. One in particular being his boyfriend with three other men…they looked so happy. It made Shishido wonder why he had never mentioned them before, and that green monster in the back of his mind also wondered if one of them had ever meant something to his Choutarou.
The shrill ring of the school bell made him jump shaking him from his thoughts. He had better get going, there was still things he had do and Shishido guessed it wouldn’t be long before Choutarou stopped by here. Standing he put the chair back in it’s place, slipping out the door and loosing himself amongst the crowds of school kids that were heading home.
Ohtori was actually only a few rooms down from his office, dismissing his current class and biding them a “good day” as the bell rang. And they cleared out quite steadily, leaving their sensei to himself as they talked amongst themselves, and it was a relief when none of them offered him a “happy birthday” in return. It was the first thing he’d received upon entering the school that morning, for somehow, the whole student body had heard it was his birthday, and gave him some rather unwanted attention. That and several boxes of chocolates (the bane of being the youngest teacher in the school), but it wasn‘t as if Ohtori disliked his day of birth. He was actually quite excited with the prospect of Shishido visiting that evening, especially since over the last few years, he’d become too accustomed to spending the day alone.
But his lover wouldn’t be arriving until later (or so he believed), leaving him with more than enough time to pack away and accomplish a few more tasks before heading home. So with the classroom empty, Ohtori started gathering his papers, stuffing them in his bag before attending to the board. Engrossing himself in the task of wiping away the scribed music theory notes, he failed to notice someone poke their head in, then enter the room and stand behind him, watching him work. Needless to say, the violinist was startled when he turned around, nearly dropping his eraser as he gave the tennis coach a sort of deer-in-headlights look. “Muruyama-san! Is there no tennis club practice today?”
The older man looked slightly put off by the quickly following question, perching against a desk as he coolly regarded the other. “It‘s futile trying to make them run when they‘re fattened up on chocolate.”
Ohtori smiled softly, holding back the comment of it having been done before. He felt no need to counter him and allowed himself to be contented by the unexpected, though familiar, presence. Not that he should’ve been surprised. The coach had a knack for checking in on him ever since they started to play tennis together. “I see. Then what are you up to?”
It may or may not have been a slight blush that appeared on the other man‘s cheeks, leaving Ohtori to just blink and stare, wondering what was so uncomfortable about the question. And then the pause lengthened and Muruyama just shifted where he stood, so Ohtori turned back to the board until he spoke. “Just curious as to whether or not you‘re free tonight.”
“Oh? I thought we didn‘t have court time again until Thursday.” Oblivion got the better of the violinist. The query seemed like the simplest thing to him, especially between two friends, causing him to give the other another small, polite grin. In his mind, he was already apologizing to Muruyama, finding himself thinking of how he was going to have much greater company tonight, and as always, any thought about his lover made his heart flutter in his chest.
“We don‘t…” Muruyama looked around, as if to see whether or not the room was really empty before stepping toward the other, looking slightly amused despite his evident disappointment. “Ohtori, sometimes I wonder if you have tennis on your mind more than my students.”
He allowed himself a slight chuckle in return, answering honestly as he mused over the things he had to accomplish before heading out and meeting Shishido. His present company was already being pushed away. “Bad habit, I suppose, but to answer your question, I‘m actually having a guest over tonight. So yes, I am busy.”
“Hn. That‘s too bad.” Though Muruyama never admitted to what was on his mind, leaving easy conversation and some slight teasing to fall in from there - at least until Ohtori had to kick him out of the room and lock up, but even then, the violinist failed to return to his office. He had a few errands to run in the school before settling on tuning the piano in the rehearsal room, where he decided to grade papers as well. This continued for a span of a few hours passed, where he stretched and rose upon checking his watch and realizing how much time had passed. So he finally drag his things to his shared office, frowning a little upon entering for it seemed like the other music teacher had gone home already.
Shishido wondered how many years he would get for breaking and entering, maybe he could plead insanity or something, and he had to be insane to think this was a good idea. He had already managed to get lost in the maze of narrow corridors behind the concert halls stage. Finally, Shishido had managed to find the stages rear entrance and was glad to find the door wasn’t alarmed. Unless it was a silent alarm, in which case he was fucked.
The small white van he had hired for the day was parked up not too far away as Shishido walked over to it keeping his eyes peeled for any kids or teachers who still might be hanging around. Luck would have it that this part of the school grounds was deserted as he gunned the engine and reversed the van closer to the open stage door.
Shishido busied himself with setting up his surprise on the stage, checking and double checking that every detail was right. God, he had even gone to the trouble of hiring out a book so he could set the small table to exclusive restaurant standards. But then if something was worth doing, then it was worth doing to your best ability as far as he was concerned. Finally satisfied he looked at his watch, it was getting late, he thought with a frown. Ignoring his worry that Choutarou might have just headed straight back to his apartment he picked up the suit bag that was resting over the back of one of the chairs and headed to one of the dressing rooms to change.
Moving into his office, Ohtori all but slipped on the sheet music that was scattered over the floor. Beyond its neglect, it was actually new work, scribbled and scratched out over the course of the last two weeks, and work that his fellow teachers all gave him quizzical looks for, admonishing him over how he should be more focused with his classes. But Ohtori couldn’t help inspiration and caringly gathered all the loose leaves of paper, putting them into his bag before retrieving his coat. Shrugging it on, brown eyes finally wandered over to his desk and he stopped, frozen in place from the sight of the red rose that lay there. Curiosity was what drew him to it, adjusting the strap of his bag against his shoulder before delicately lifting it into his hands. Crimson petals, soft as silk, brushed against Ohtori’s upper lip as he took in its scent.
Peering over it again in silent questioning of where it had come from, the violinist soon found the card tied to its stem. One with instructions to go to the concert hall, and more specifically, alone. Needless to say, he was further intrigued and confused by this, knowing quite well that the only people with keys to the concert hall were the custodial staff and the teachers of his department, unless it was accidentally unlocked, but this new round of questioning was eventually pushed away. With the rose gently carried in one hand, Ohtori locked his office and made his was down the quiet halls. Possibly against his better judgment, he wanted to see to the end of this little mystery.
So he didn’t know whether to be relieved or troubled when the front doors of the concert hall turned out to be locked. Though he still progressed, fishing out his keys and inviting himself in, letting the door close behind him with an audible click. And at first glance, he figured himself to be alone and mused over the slight twinge of disappointment it brought. The houselights were down, but he could tell that the rows of seats spanning before him were empty as he made his was down toward the stage - its overhead lights illuminating it. Everything seemed so untouched, untroubled, empty, the only oddity being the table set up on it, which Ohtori instantly assumed was left behind by the drama club. Looking around again, he kept approaching the stage, touching the rose almost nervously. “Hello…?”
Shishido sat on the grand pianos bench trying to ignore the nerves that had set in and not check his watch every two seconds. Maybe he should have just text him with his plans and not tried to be so fucking sentimental. Loosening the black tie of the suit he had changed into and undoing the top button, he ran fingers over the smooth ebony lid that covered the pianos keys. He suddenly felt sorely tempted to lift it and try a few of the keys, not that he knew how to play. He will come.
The click of a door towards the back of the hall caused Shishido’s head to snap up as he listened hard, unable to see who it was. He could feel the nervous butterflies in his stomach that he always got when he met Choutarou after he’d spent time away. Then he heard that honey soft voice call out and Shishido smiled.
Saying nothing he moved from where he sat pulling a lighter from his suit pocket to light the single candle that stood in the center of the table before he looked down at his lover. Holding his gaze with a sly grin he gracefully jumped down off the stage and sauntered over to him. Grabbing his tie he pulled his lover down a little so he could soundly kiss him, letting his other hand run up into his hair. “Happy birthday, Choutarou,” Shishido murmured against his lips.
Or not the drama club. Ohtori stopped in his tracks and went a little wide-eyed when he spotted Shishido. It took him several moments to digest the whole scene, but by then his boyfriend was in front of him, tugging him down for a kiss he was more than pleased to receive. And he shivered as the words brushed against him, his bag dropping to the floor as his grip loosened on it, so he could cup Shishido’s cheek and kiss those delicious lips again. Ohtori was beyond shocked that he was actually there, but that didn’t stop him from being incredibly happy toward it too. Especially with Shishido all done up and looking as handsome as ever, and he would gladly accept the well wishes of a happy birthday’ this time.
“Shishi--Ryou, wha--?” He was still a little unused to using his boyfriend’s given name, but was stumbling over his words regardless, blushing over the firm grip on his tie. Not that he minded it. Oh not at all. And he was as curious as ever, glancing past Shishido and at the stage for a moment, until a bright smile fledged across his lips. One that even made his eyes shine. “What are you up to?”
“Mmmm, looking hot there Choutarou. Maybe I should visit you at school more often,” Shishido smirked stepping closer brushing up against him and playing with the tie. God, he had missed Choutarou’s warmth, hell, he missed him full stop. Closing his eyes for a moment to just revel in the feeling of his lover he almost forgot he’d been asked a question. “Up to?” Shishido asked the question with complete innocence.
Stepping back a little he tugged on Choutarou’s tie in a silent order to follow him up the stage steps. “Just a little surprise,” Shishido finally answered with a wink hoping the other wouldn’t notice how nervous he actually was. He had attempted to cook Choutarou’s favorite meal with a little help from his meddling mother along with a bottle on the best red wine to complement it. There were other things too, but they could wait till later he all but thought with a devious smirk.
Well Ohtori wouldn’t doubt that sounded like a rather splendid idea, but as much as detached thoughts allowed him, he also considered how he’d probably never get any work done if Shishido did visit more often. But with there being no work at the moment - other than restraining himself from just jumping his boyfriend right there - the violinist was able to revel in the other’s guaranteed presence. That and overcome his amazement of it and to form something more coherent, letting the physical tug on his tie lead him back to reality.
Though the most coherent thing Ohtori got was the endearment that washed over him. An endearment for his lover no less, for he never thought someone would go as far as to do something like this for him. Not in a million years, but here it was, all laid out before him. “Ryou…” Needless to say, the amazement was back, and from the slight blurring of his eyes, Ohtori found that one could cry from happiness. “You…. You did all of this?”
Shishido had left go of Choutarou long enough to pull his chair out for him, letting the sound of his voice wash away any doubts he had that he would think it all silly. “Of course, you’re more than worth it,” he answered as he looked back at his lover and his gentle smile faltered. “Hey, now…” Shishido whispered moving to wipe away a stray tear with his thumb as his brain scrambled to try and think what it was he’d done wrong. Instead Shishido settled for wrapping him tightly in his arms. “I…I know it’s hardly anything grand, but I kinda thought that with your heart being so deeply in music an orchestral hall would be apt….” Or maybe it was really lame. Shishido caressed his back with light fingers. “We don’t have to eat…here.” He added pulling back a little to place a sweet kiss on Choutarou’s lips. “It’s your birthday so you can have and do anything you want, kay?”
More than worth it. Those words made Ohtori intake a sharp breath, finally closing his eyes against the visual onslaught of Shishido's surprise. For was it wrong to be disarmed and shivering by a mere word from your lover? It couldn't be, and the part of him that was still in disbelief that they were together was shaken a little, pulled free from the disappointments of Ohtori's life. Being here now made it all worth it and thanked, which allowed him to push aside a bit more of the overwhelming feeling. Though he didn't open his eyes again until Shishido's thumb brush against his face, where he held nothing but a loving look for the shorter man. But then, finally, when he was in his tight embrace, he could sense his lover's doubt again and was quick to speak. "No-- nonono --Ryou… I… I'm so happy right now. I can't believe… It's just beyond wonderful." Nuzzling the side of Shishido's head, he dropping his chin to place a kiss on his neck. "Thank you, love. I already have what I want--because you're here, but I also want this and have no intention of wasting it. Plus, dinner smells delicious."
Shishido felt a shiver of desire run down his back as talented lips brushed across the skin of his neck; if it wasn’t for the fact the table was laid he would have had him pinned to it before he could blink. Instead he smiled at Choutarou’s words letting them fan the heat in him; it would only make what he had planned all the more sweeter.
Pushing Choutarou’s chair in, Shishido picked up the already uncorked bottle of wine and poured a healthy amount into his boyfriends’ glass. He really did hope the smelt tasted as good as it smelled, cooking defiantly wasn’t one of those things he excelled at. “I hope they haven’t give you too much hassle today,” Shishido grinned remembering how much attention he used to get at junior school from all the girls who thought it was ‘sweet’ and ‘cute’ that his birthday fell on Valentines day.
When the glass was poured, Ohtori graciously accepted it, his other hand still occupied by the rose he refused to drop. And a smile became ever-present on his lips as warm brown eyes surveyed the other man, truly taking the time to rake his gaze over him. For he couldn't appreciate Shishido enough, just as his love for him was so powerful it couldn't be perfectly expressed. "Today? Maybe the same hassle as every other day," He chuckled, moving over to his lover and closer to the table, to make sure he'd have his own glass as well. Though it might've been an excuse to remain close to Shishido, their arms brushing. "My students are always rather enthusiastic, but perhaps more so with their insistence of knowing who I was spending the evening with." And despite the words, he spoke of his students in a loving tone, always being one to care, even to the point of fault if it may be. "And I also probably have several pounds of chocolate back in my office, which I most definitely intend on sharing. I won't be able to eat all of it."
“One thing I have to say I don’t miss about school is all that annoying fuss, drove me mad.” Filling his own glass. “You can put the rose with the other eleven if you like.” Shishido gestured to the bouquet that lay on a small side table along with a chilling bottle of champagne. “So what did you tell them?” A part of him wanted to know, he knew Choutarou couldn’t exactly tell them he had a boyfriend, but still….”Sit down and I’ll feed you.” He winked.
Still amused from brooding over the whole holiday, Ohtori had forgotten his afternoon of frustration toward it. And he looked over at the bouquet at Shishido mentioned it, straying over to place the rose with the others and also leaned over them to smell them. "You had this all planned out, didn‘t you..?" he mused quietly. His fingertips then brushed against the soft petals one more time before he went back, his dress shoes audibly clicking on the stage floor as he stood beside Shishido once more, touching his shoulder before taking his seat. "Well, at first I suggested that was a personal matter, but then I told them I was spending it with someone very important to me."
Important. Shishido smiled warmly. “I like the sound of that,” he mused, being important to someone was something he hadn’t been for the longest time. As Choutarou sat he couldn’t help the sly grin that spread over his face. “Yeah, I had it planned. For a couple of weeks now, I wanted it to be perfect.” There had been times he had questioned his sanity and the real possibility that he could pull it off, but what the hell. They were here and Choutarou seemed to love it.
Uncovering the dishes that were being kept warm on a hot plate he placed the dish down in front of his boyfriend. “Helping-hand Smelt, right.”
Though they had been his words, the violinist blushed, shifting in his seat. No matter what, honesty would still get the better of him, but he was still smiling. A smile that grew as Shishido explained himself. "It‘s amazing, Ryou…" And then the smelt was set before him and it wasn’t just amazing anymore. What his boyfriend had pulled off was surprising him more and more, minute by minute, and at the current moment, his stomach was more than happy to remind him how he had to skip lunch earlier. "Oh, wow, it looks delicious. It‘s safe to presume your cooking skills have improved over the years, hm?" The latter comment was just Ohtori teasing him, for he had no doubt the fish tasted as good as it looked, and being from Shishido made the meal so much better.
Finally seating himself down opposite Choutarou he couldn’t help but blush a little busying himself with his napkin. “Well, in truth, I had a little helping hand off mum. I’m afraid my cooking skills are a little, um, dodgy.” He looked across at Choutarou offering a silent apology. As much as he wanted to do it all by himself, he didn’t want to chance killing his lover because he had no idea what he was doing.
Even with this bit of information, Ohtori’s appreciation for the whole gesture refused to lessen. "I always enjoyed you mother‘s cooking," he stated, looking beyond the candle between them and at him. "So hers and yours is probably even more exceptional." But then, suddenly, his smile slipped and he began to feel his own edge of nervousness, casting a glance far across the hall and to the entrance doors that were swallowed in darkness. Though this lasted for only a moment before he was contented again. "Hm, it‘s a good thing everyone else is home for the night. We wouldn‘t want to be interrupted."
Choutarou really did praise him too highly. “Yeah, I miss her cooking.” He thought idly out aloud. Shishido himself glanced out into the darkness briefly, he shared his concern about any possible random person walking in. Especially security. Still, it also added a little…something, to all this and Shishido couldn’t help the grin that pulled at his lips. “As long as they don’t have CCTV in here,” he chuckled blushing at the sudden thought that entered his head regarding camcorders and making out.
Studying his boyfriend for a moment, Ohtori eventually shook his head. "No, no CCTV. We‘re alone and unsupervised." Now that made him crack a grin, or perhaps something a bit like a smirk, the violinist feeling a little immature and delinquent on top of his giddiness. And all of that jumble of emotions was something only Shishido could make him feel. He was just that much head over heels in love with him, and didn’t mind the foolishness of loosing himself to that degree… especially when Shishido’s blush looked so sexy and so adorable all at the same time. "What are you thinking about?"
“Um, thinking?” He would have to ask, and to be honest Shishido would much prefer to show Choutarou what he was thinking rather than tell him. Then an almost wicked smile lit his face as he looked the violinist directly in the eyes. “I was just thinking if they did have CCTV it would be nice to get our hands on the tapes so we can watch them back later.” Yes, that thought was far too appealing for its own good. And Shishido loosened his tie a little more feeling warm even though it was rather cool in the large hall.
Perhaps he was slow to react, or too busy being mesmerized by Shishido’s gaze to answer, but whichever it was, he still stared back. Then after a moment, blinked, wetting his lips. "I don‘t see why I‘d want to watch myself be all foolish…" His mouth formed around the words almost idly, though as he trailed off, he stared into those blazing eyes again, at the wry smile, at the slight peek of collarbone hinted by a loosened tie and a popped button. And realization was notably met as his face became a rather brilliant shade of red, no matter how much he wasn‘t too adverse to the prospect of the idea. "Ryou."
Shishido couldn’t help but laugh trying to push down the desire that watching Choutarou simply wet his lips had sparked in him. “Yeah, you’re probably right doing something that crazy, what must I be thinking.” Shishido blinked feigning total innocence while his eyes told a very different story. Resting his head on one head while he ate, Shishido just continued to watch him. He’d decided weeks ago that it defiantly his favorite pastime. Choutarou had a refined grace and appearance that he loved to indulge in.
Unable to hold his lover’s intense gaze anymore, he lowered his eyes to his plate, deciding it was time to eat. Since if he did keep looking, there was a good chance dinner would’ve been forgotten, and no matter how appealing the other things he could be indulging himself in were, there was no way he could pass up food while he was starving. Especially when there was a good chance he could still have both-- and smelt no less! It was a little gluttonous of him, but he hadn’t had smelt in a while, there mere sight of one of his favorite dishes making his mouth water. Though when he did taste the first mouthful, he couldn’t stop himself from looking up. "Oh! Delicious!" And Ohtori was once more captured by his boyfriend.
Sometimes Shishido really wished he knew what was going on inside Choutarou’s head, while the expressions that ran across his handsome face were a good indicator, he still wanted to know. “Mmmm, I’m glad you like it.” But, I can think of something far more delicious right now. “What else would you like?” He asked reveling in that blush and knowing exactly what he was doing. Maybe it was selfish, and even cruel, but Choutarou just made him feel so hot.
"What else?" The question was readdressed as a strange little smile tugged at Ohtori’s dreamy expression, wherein he shyly glanced down, poking at his dinner before taking up another mouthful. "Well, nothing that wouldn‘t… interrupt dinner. But, truly, Ryou, you did so much. You don‘t have to do anything else." And he meant that, continuing his meal despite his boyfriend’s heated looks that were succeeding in making him melt every time. Gods he was so attractive. And so sweet on top of that. "Right now, I‘m probably the happiest man alive."
Shishido honestly didn’t think he would ever get tired of hearing Choutarou call him by his given name, if just sounded so nice. The sable-haired man finally looked back at his own dinner, Shishido wanted to do more for him, a hell of a lit more. But he guessed he would let him enjoy his dinner in peace. “I’m glad your happy, Choutarou.” And he was. After the state the violinist had been in that night at the train station he never wanted to see him so sad again.
It was only after Shishido’s response that Ohtori realized how ridiculously sappy he must of sounded, and he found it quite embarrassing, quickly busying himself with eating. Until his plate was cleared at least, leaving him to lean back in his chair and sip his drink, this time being the one surveying the other. It was a rather pleasant sort of euphoria. "My compliments to the chefs."
“I’ll be sure to pass that on to my mum when I see her next,” Shishido said, while the meal was divine he was finding that he didn’t have that much of an appetite right now. Future plans for the evening were causing a little too much adrenalin to run through him. Instead, he chose to follow Choutarou’s lead and picked up his wine glass and raised it slightly to him. “To many more birthdays, my love.”
Needless to say, Ohtori had noticed the lack of eating on his boyfriends part, but caught himself before he could say anything. Though his concerns were true, he didn't want to ruin the moment by making a fuss. That and he could always shove food down Shishido's throat when they got back to his apartment. So he went along with it for now, blushing again and raising his own glace a bit higher in return. When was the last time someone wished him well like that? "Ah… Thank you."
Shishido leaned forward just enough that he could clink his glass against Choutarou’s, he wanted to lean the rest of the way and kiss though lips but candles and hair didn’t really mix. So Shishido settled for reaching across the table with his free hand and ran it over the back of his lovers. It amazed him still that even after a month together the intense desire such a simple touch sparked in him was as strong as ever. Unconsciously biting at his bottom lip he gave into the slow burn. “Wanna dance?”
Smiling softly, Ohtori reveled in the feeling of their touching hands, eyes closing for a moment as he took a sip of his drink. He then gazed back, blinking at the question and opening his mouth. Though he stopped the comment about having two left feet in time to just smile and duck his head a little. Same embarrassed reactions as always. And who was he to deny Shishido something when he had done so much? And it wasn't as if Ohtori disliked the idea completely, eyes lifting from where they locked on how his boyfriend worried his lip. "Alright... but don't we need music?"
“Mmm, yeah, I guess music helps.” Refusing to let go of Choutarou’s hand to moved over to where the roses were to press ‘play’ on a small CD player that was covered by the bouquet. Soft strains of piano music began to flow out of the speakers. Turning back to his boyfriend with a warm smile he closed the distance between them, one hand resting on the small of his back the other on his shoulder. “There’s nothing to it, just close your eyes and let it flow through you,” Shishido whispered in Choutarou’s ear feeling the tension in his frame.
"Ah.. H-hai." Relaxing a little, Ohtori followed his lover's lead, hands falling into place and feet moving as eyes veiled the sight of the stage again. Though he had to keep himself from being completely absorbed into the music, focusing instead on the man before him. His warmth, the neatly pressed suit under his fingertips, his scent and the sound of his breath… Truly, by adding all of this and all he had done up, Shishido turned out to have quite a romantic side, and the violinist grinned a little, leaning further against him as he more or less nuzzled his hair. "Love you…"
Resting his head on Choutarou’s shoulder, Shishido smiled, he’d never get tired of hearing those words. “Love you too, more than anything…” It scared him sometimes just how much for a hold Choutarou had on him, if he wanted to, the violinist could destroy him with a few words. Frowning he pushed away such stupid thoughts; he wouldn’t let it happen while he still drew breath. Holding Choutarou a little tighter he turned his head a little to kiss his neck before speaking quietly into his ear. “I know I’m not the most eloquent or thoughtful of people, but, I want you to know. You’re my world, sanctum sanctorum, I want to be with you forever.”
At first, Ohtori was been unsure if he’d heard correctly or not, but with warm breath moving across his ear, there was no denying it. He shivered, perhaps whimpering a little because to him, there was no stronger confession. Not even music could move him that deeply or keep surprising him like Shishido did, and it was one of the things Ohtori dearly loved about him: how he was hard to read at times, making his honesty all the more powerful. All the more breathtaking. So excuse him if he had no other initial reaction other than pulling back a little so he could kiss him properly, and deeply. And with Ohtori always being overly sensitive, his nerves and emotions had already been rubbed raw by his lover, deep brown eyes half-lidded when he finally pulled back.
"I think you underestimate yourself, Ryou. Because to me you are one of the most marvelous people I know, and I‘m whole-heartedly lucky to have your love. I‘m not going anywhere." He murmured, his hand running across Shishido’s shoulder to touch his face.
Shishido let himself melt into that kiss, for once not caring if he was being weak or needy. Letting Choutarou’s words sooth his anxieties. “Neither am I, ever.” He finally replied loosing himself in those deep brown eyes and leaning into the touch of his hand. Shishido traced the tip of his tongue lightly over Choutarou’s bottom lip before devouring his mouth in a kiss he hoped that would convey physically his feelings.
Though Ohtori could never see his lover as weak or needy, for if he was, then he himself was far worse off, which was a negative thought within itself and Ohtori could not bring himself to look upon their relationship badly. It was a good thing, a very good thing--the best thing to happen in Ohtori’s life beyond even meeting Shishido. So when he was kissed with such a fervor, such a deep running passion, he wasn’t about to remain reserved in turn. Dancing and music completely forgotten, he simply clung to his boyfriend to stay upright as he kissed him back, accepted everything he could ever need.
Why did he have to have the stupid idea of doing this in a concert hall? It wasn’t exactly the most versatile of places for this kind of thing, or the most comfortable. But the thoughts were gone as soon as they came as Choutarou kissed him back and Shishido toyed with his tongue. The hand that had been resting on his shoulder had soon worked itself in luxurious silver hair. Finally pulling back just enough to speak he fixed his lover with a lustful gaze. “You know I want you right?”
"Want me…" Ohtori repeated, dazed and his lips kiss swollen. There was just no looking away when those eyes caught him, making him all too aware of how quickly he was breathing, of how warm he felt. And he knew it was rash how he insistently pushed Shishido backwards, hands on him and seeking that kiss again. Rash and possibly stupid as he disregarded the location, lighting acoustics, and all. "You can have me, Ryou. I‘m yours."
It was like Choutarou’s words flipped a switch in him and it was only reinforced by his hands as Shishido met the kiss with a growl. Slightly disorientated because of the alien location it wasn’t until the hard edge of the halls grand piano dug into his lower back that he knew where he was. And once he did, Shishido didn’t waste a second in pushing himself off it to reverse their positions. Breaking the kiss, Shishido nipped at his chin running his tongue down his throat and sucking briefly at his adams apple. “I want you in every way possible.”
His attention being quite occupied, Ohtori barely noticed when they turned so he was against the piano, one hand pressed flat against its polished, black finish so he wouldn’t fall backwards completely. Then the kiss disconnected and he moved his head back, moaning softly, though it wasn‘t entirely surprising how compliant and aroused he was quickly made. For with the words sending shudders down his spine, he felt a familiar, burning desire only Shishido could spark and pressed urgently against him. "Gods, Ryou--"
Trying to resist the huge to push himself back against Choutarou and into the sharp piano edge, he loosened his lovers tie and flicking the top buttons undone. Nuzzling it aside Shishido began to attack his collar bone with small nips before soothing over them with kisses and licks. Pushing his thigh between Choutarou’s legs and feeling just how aroused he was only spurred him on. “Do you want to? Right here?” Shishido needed to know, it wasn’t exactly how had pictured things and he’d stop if Choutarou wanted him too, regardless of how hard as it would be. If he let himself go any further, let his desire burn him any more, he wasn’t so sure.
Ohtori's eyes snapped open with a sharp intake of breath, he unable to comprehend much other than the attention his collarbone was receiving and the leg sneaking between him. Though sensations aside, the slight throb of his wrist and Shishido's query finally reminding him of where they were. Maybe he had been shortsighted as to believe they wouldn't be this drawn to each other, to not be patient and wait for comfort and privacy. So they were foolish for doing this, yet Ohtori still couldn't pull back, even with his wrist burdened with all his weight. He just detached his hand from where he held a fistful of Shishido's shirt and ran it up his hair. Until he could tug his head back a little and kiss him again, his words rough and throaty. "Yes-- If you'll have me."
Shishido let out a hiss as his hair was pulled, but he didn’t pay it any heed, not when Choutarou’s lips found his. Pulling back, the violinists’ husky reply caused him to close his eyes for a moment and just breathe, as Shishido fought to gain some control other himself. “I’ve always wanted you,” he grinned. Moving his hands onto Choutarou’s hips he pulled him away from the piano a moment, keeping his eyes open slightly as he sucked at that kiss swollen bottom lip. Shishido finally managed to steer them towards the small pianists stool, pushing it out of the way to sit his deliciously flushed boyfriend on the covered keyboard.
Shishido stepped back a little hands planted on the smooth wood either side of Choutarou and a wicked grin on his lips. “Mmm, think I forgot something to make the a little, um, sweeter.” Placing a quick kiss on the tip of his nose, Shishido moved away to pick something up off the table making sure to keep it hidden behind him.
Ohtori was trying his best not to stumble over his own feet as they moved around the piano, one hand constantly brushing the instrument to keep his bearings, no matter how preoccupied Shishido was keeping him. Though as soon as his bottom lip was free from its glorious torture and he found himself balancing upon the cover, he was given a moment to just stare at his boyfriend. To look at him with dilated eyes and ragged breath as he felt completely vulnerable to him, that grin taking down every defense he thought he had. It could have been dangerous how he always bore his soul to this man, but the deep love he felt for him eliminated any fear. For Shishido may have always wanted him, but his own desire and need ran past eternity and was only intensified by the years lost in keeping it a secret.
"Wha..?" Ohtori panted between breaths, blinking as his eyes never left his lover. His mind was drawing a blank as Shishido snuck around, visually keeping something from him, and despite his current state, the violinist was still able to acquire a soft smile. "What are you up to now, love?"
Shishido just continued to grin, ignoring the question for a moment. Instead he chose to just drink in the sight of Choutarou flushed and aroused and all for him, those chocolate eyes a few shades darker with a mix of intense emotions. It was enough to bring him to his knees. “Well, seen as though this is Valentines Day too,” Shishido began placing the small tub on the piano top before beginning to undo the last flew buttons of Choutarou’s shirt. “I couldn’t not get you some chocolate too. But, this is a special kinda chocolate.” Pulling his lovers tie off he pushed the cotton shirt back off his shoulders, biting his lowering at the rapid rise and fall of the toned chest and letting his fingers trace over the dips and curves.
Ohtori wasn’t allowed to dwell on how this chocolate was ‘special,’ or even to look at the tub to find out himself. Nor could he do so much as lift a finger to assist in removing his shirt, shivering slightly instead as it slipped off his shoulders. He was captivated by his boyfriend, whimpering again as those fingers brushed over his skin, leaving trails of heat wherever they went. "Ryou…" And Ohtori’s arms were shaking as he tried to keep himself balanced, fighting not to lean over and further into the touch, seeking the warmth to contrast the cool air of the concert hall. Not that he needed it. Shishido was burning him, enticing him, his mere closeness driving him crazy.
“Yes, Choutarou?” Shishido purred even though he knew it wasn’t a question. Reaching around the violinist to retrieve the tub he took the opportunity to graze teeth over neck. Unscrewing the top Shishido dipped two fingers in, coating them, before bringing them back around. Shishido then spent to next few seconds writing ‘Property of Shishido Ryou’ over Choutarou’s chest and stomach in sticky liquid milk chocolate.
"Ah--" He only gasped in response, eyes fluttering closed as Shishido teased his neck, leaving him to anticipate a small nip, anything though it never came. And his eyes lazily opened again as the chocolate was smeared over him, the dark orbs going wide. Ohtori then craned his neck to see what his boyfriend was writing, blushing and giving a lopsided smile when he managed to decipher the upside-down characters. "You‘re making a mess, Ryou."
“Yeah, I guess I am,” Shishido mussed idly as he began to suck and lick the reaming chocolate off his fingers not taking his dark eyes off Choutarou for a second. “And what do you suppose I should do about that?” He asked in all innocence.