FIC: Left Over (Atobe/Oshitari, PG)
Title: Left Over
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: PG-ish
Word Count: 1203
Summary: There are a lot of things that horrify Atobe. Oshitari's counting on it.
A/N: Quick little ficlet written for meganebucks's weekly challenge. This week's theme: refrigerators. XD
'Leftovers.'
Yuushi looked over his shoulder, hand worming its way between the bottle of soy sauce and the half-eaten plate of onigiri. 'Yes,' he replied calmly. 'Leftovers.'
Keigo made a face, that disgusted lip-curly what-is-wrong-with-you face that made Yuushi want to kiss him senseless, and folded his arms. 'I cannot believe you consume food that is more than an hour old,' he sniffed. 'Do you have any idea what sort of microbes must be growing on it?'
Yuushi opened his mouth to answer, but then his fingers closed around a takeout box that he thought might have had yakisoba in it, and he pulled it out, flipping open the lid. Definitely looked like yakisoba, albeit a bit mushy from having sat in the fridge for -- Yuushi sniffed it -- three or four days. But yakisoba was yakisoba, and right now, that sounded very good. Especially with the leftover yasai itame from the night before last.
He set the box on the counter and dove back in again.
Behind him, Keigo made gagging sounds. 'Yuushi,' he said sharply. 'That cannot possibly be food.'
Yuushi didn't even turn around this time. 'Of course it is, Keigo. It's very tasty yakisoba from the place on the corner. I think there might still be some pork in it too, although I may have picked it all out.'
Keigo fell silent, and Yuushi could practically hear his blood pressure going through the roof. He really was such a prim little thing sometimes. Of course, that was one of those things that kept Yuushi coming back for more -- there was nothing quite like corrupting a model scion. And Keigo did so love to be corrupted.
The food issue, though, would apparently take some doing.
'I shudder to think,' Keigo said after a long moment of Yuushi rooting around in the fridge without saying a word, 'how old something has to be before you consider it inedible.'
'That depends,' Yuushi tossed over his shoulder.
'On?'
Yuushi was silent for another long moment, and then pulled his head back out of the fridge, two containers in hand. He set them both on the counter, pulling off the lids, and nodded toward them.
'See these?' he said, cheerfully. 'This unagi is, sadly, about a week old, which means that it is no longer edible unless you would like it with a side of food poisoning. The gyoza, on the other hand, is also a week old, but gyoza keeps better in the fridge, so that is perfectly edible.'
Keigo went distinctly green. '....a week?!' he asked, faintly.
Yuushi shrugged. 'Sure,' he said, poking his fingers into the box and pulling out a gyoza. He squished it between his fingertips to check and make sure it hadn't frozen in there, sitting on the top shelf, and then popped the whole thing in his mouth.
This time, he actually heard Keigo retch.
He hid a smirk. 'Mmmmm,' he said, savouring the salty, pork-y flavours, the slightly rubbery texture of the dumpling, the chilled juices thawing and spilling over his tongue. He finished chewing, swallowed, then wiped the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. 'They're even better cold, Keigo. You really ought to try one.'
'That....is disgusting.' Keigo looked very much like he was trying not to throw up. 'I can't believe you just--'
'Just what?' Yuushi interrupted him. He licked his fingers, one at a time, tongue curling around each digit in turn, and turned to face Keigo full on, taking a step forward, then another. 'Just ate that? It's food, Keigo. Perfectly good food too. There is no point in wasting it, especially not when it's so tasty.'
Keigo shuddered delicately, folding his arms across his chest. 'I would beg to differ,' he bit out, and then shrank back as Yuushi continued to approach him, one hand reaching up to tug his glasses from his face. 'Yuushi, don't you dare--'
Before he could finish the threat, let alone make good on it, Yuushi kissed him. Keigo made a sound suspiciously like an erk in the back of his throat, pressing his lips together hard and body going as stiff as a rod, but Yuushi just chuckled low in his throat and stepped forward again, bringing their bodies flush with each other, and began to trace Keigo's lower lip with his tongue. Keigo was good at resisting a lot of things, especially when he was vehemently against them, but Yuushi had learned by now just where to put his hands, how to move his tongue, when to use his teeth, and it didn't take long before Keigo's mouth was opening beneath his, Keigo's muscles relaxing and his strangled noises of disgust turning to strangled noises of pleasure. Yuushi's hands slid up Keigo's back, tracing the ridges of his spine, and his tongue pushed gently into Keigo's mouth, tracing the ridges of his palate.
After several lengthy, pleasantly wet moments, Yuushi broke the kiss, licking his lips and watching as Keigo did the same. And then he smirked.
'See?' he purred. 'Leftovers aren't that bad.'
Keigo pulled a face again, though Yuushi did notice that it was positively half-hearted as compared to the previous set. 'That's disgusting,' he said with not nearly as much vitriol as he was capable of. 'That's disgusting, and you play very dirty, Yuushi.'
Yuushi's smirk twisted into a grin. 'Well, yes,' he murmured, unrepentant. 'But you like it when I do.'
'I absolutely do not,' Keigo lied.
Yuushi chuckled, shaking his head and letting Keigo go. 'Suit yourself.' He wasn't about to argue with Keigo when he was being stubborn like that, especially since he had better things to do. Like sticking his head back in the fridge to figure out the rest of his meal.
After a few moments, Yuushi felt the chill from the fridge dissipate a bit, and he turned his head to see Keigo standing next to him. Keigo didn't look at him, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he poked a hand into the fridge and began shifting dishes around.
'What else do you have in here anyway?' he asked briskly, all business again.
'Couldn't say,' Yuushi replied, grinning. 'I have a lot of leftovers.'
Keigo's eye twitched, but he said nothing, just went back to digging through the fridge.
And Yuushi's grin widened. Looked like they would be having doctored yakisoba for dinner after all.
+
'....Yuushi?'
'Mm?'
Keigo rolled over, staring at a spot on the floor, and then promptly leaned half out of bed, scooping something up. A moment later, Yuushi recognised it as Keigo's shirt.
'What is that?'
'What?'
'That.' Keigo pointed to the back of his shirt, grimacing. 'Is that a grease stain?'
.....the gyoza. Oops.
'...maybe?'
'Yuushi!!!'
Well, Yuushi thought as he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a very impassioned fabric-whipping. He'd at least gotten Keigo to eat leftovers.
The other neuroses still had a long way to go.
Author: Anj (anjenue)
Pairing: Atobe/Oshitari
Rating: PG-ish
Word Count: 1203
Summary: There are a lot of things that horrify Atobe. Oshitari's counting on it.
A/N: Quick little ficlet written for meganebucks's weekly challenge. This week's theme: refrigerators. XD
'Leftovers.'
Yuushi looked over his shoulder, hand worming its way between the bottle of soy sauce and the half-eaten plate of onigiri. 'Yes,' he replied calmly. 'Leftovers.'
Keigo made a face, that disgusted lip-curly what-is-wrong-with-you face that made Yuushi want to kiss him senseless, and folded his arms. 'I cannot believe you consume food that is more than an hour old,' he sniffed. 'Do you have any idea what sort of microbes must be growing on it?'
Yuushi opened his mouth to answer, but then his fingers closed around a takeout box that he thought might have had yakisoba in it, and he pulled it out, flipping open the lid. Definitely looked like yakisoba, albeit a bit mushy from having sat in the fridge for -- Yuushi sniffed it -- three or four days. But yakisoba was yakisoba, and right now, that sounded very good. Especially with the leftover yasai itame from the night before last.
He set the box on the counter and dove back in again.
Behind him, Keigo made gagging sounds. 'Yuushi,' he said sharply. 'That cannot possibly be food.'
Yuushi didn't even turn around this time. 'Of course it is, Keigo. It's very tasty yakisoba from the place on the corner. I think there might still be some pork in it too, although I may have picked it all out.'
Keigo fell silent, and Yuushi could practically hear his blood pressure going through the roof. He really was such a prim little thing sometimes. Of course, that was one of those things that kept Yuushi coming back for more -- there was nothing quite like corrupting a model scion. And Keigo did so love to be corrupted.
The food issue, though, would apparently take some doing.
'I shudder to think,' Keigo said after a long moment of Yuushi rooting around in the fridge without saying a word, 'how old something has to be before you consider it inedible.'
'That depends,' Yuushi tossed over his shoulder.
'On?'
Yuushi was silent for another long moment, and then pulled his head back out of the fridge, two containers in hand. He set them both on the counter, pulling off the lids, and nodded toward them.
'See these?' he said, cheerfully. 'This unagi is, sadly, about a week old, which means that it is no longer edible unless you would like it with a side of food poisoning. The gyoza, on the other hand, is also a week old, but gyoza keeps better in the fridge, so that is perfectly edible.'
Keigo went distinctly green. '....a week?!' he asked, faintly.
Yuushi shrugged. 'Sure,' he said, poking his fingers into the box and pulling out a gyoza. He squished it between his fingertips to check and make sure it hadn't frozen in there, sitting on the top shelf, and then popped the whole thing in his mouth.
This time, he actually heard Keigo retch.
He hid a smirk. 'Mmmmm,' he said, savouring the salty, pork-y flavours, the slightly rubbery texture of the dumpling, the chilled juices thawing and spilling over his tongue. He finished chewing, swallowed, then wiped the corner of his mouth with the pad of his thumb. 'They're even better cold, Keigo. You really ought to try one.'
'That....is disgusting.' Keigo looked very much like he was trying not to throw up. 'I can't believe you just--'
'Just what?' Yuushi interrupted him. He licked his fingers, one at a time, tongue curling around each digit in turn, and turned to face Keigo full on, taking a step forward, then another. 'Just ate that? It's food, Keigo. Perfectly good food too. There is no point in wasting it, especially not when it's so tasty.'
Keigo shuddered delicately, folding his arms across his chest. 'I would beg to differ,' he bit out, and then shrank back as Yuushi continued to approach him, one hand reaching up to tug his glasses from his face. 'Yuushi, don't you dare--'
Before he could finish the threat, let alone make good on it, Yuushi kissed him. Keigo made a sound suspiciously like an erk in the back of his throat, pressing his lips together hard and body going as stiff as a rod, but Yuushi just chuckled low in his throat and stepped forward again, bringing their bodies flush with each other, and began to trace Keigo's lower lip with his tongue. Keigo was good at resisting a lot of things, especially when he was vehemently against them, but Yuushi had learned by now just where to put his hands, how to move his tongue, when to use his teeth, and it didn't take long before Keigo's mouth was opening beneath his, Keigo's muscles relaxing and his strangled noises of disgust turning to strangled noises of pleasure. Yuushi's hands slid up Keigo's back, tracing the ridges of his spine, and his tongue pushed gently into Keigo's mouth, tracing the ridges of his palate.
After several lengthy, pleasantly wet moments, Yuushi broke the kiss, licking his lips and watching as Keigo did the same. And then he smirked.
'See?' he purred. 'Leftovers aren't that bad.'
Keigo pulled a face again, though Yuushi did notice that it was positively half-hearted as compared to the previous set. 'That's disgusting,' he said with not nearly as much vitriol as he was capable of. 'That's disgusting, and you play very dirty, Yuushi.'
Yuushi's smirk twisted into a grin. 'Well, yes,' he murmured, unrepentant. 'But you like it when I do.'
'I absolutely do not,' Keigo lied.
Yuushi chuckled, shaking his head and letting Keigo go. 'Suit yourself.' He wasn't about to argue with Keigo when he was being stubborn like that, especially since he had better things to do. Like sticking his head back in the fridge to figure out the rest of his meal.
After a few moments, Yuushi felt the chill from the fridge dissipate a bit, and he turned his head to see Keigo standing next to him. Keigo didn't look at him, but the corners of his mouth twitched as he poked a hand into the fridge and began shifting dishes around.
'What else do you have in here anyway?' he asked briskly, all business again.
'Couldn't say,' Yuushi replied, grinning. 'I have a lot of leftovers.'
Keigo's eye twitched, but he said nothing, just went back to digging through the fridge.
And Yuushi's grin widened. Looked like they would be having doctored yakisoba for dinner after all.
+
'....Yuushi?'
'Mm?'
Keigo rolled over, staring at a spot on the floor, and then promptly leaned half out of bed, scooping something up. A moment later, Yuushi recognised it as Keigo's shirt.
'What is that?'
'What?'
'That.' Keigo pointed to the back of his shirt, grimacing. 'Is that a grease stain?'
.....the gyoza. Oops.
'...maybe?'
'Yuushi!!!'
Well, Yuushi thought as he suddenly found himself on the receiving end of a very impassioned fabric-whipping. He'd at least gotten Keigo to eat leftovers.
The other neuroses still had a long way to go.