Satisfied?
Title: Satisfied?
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Blow job.
Paring: ShuichixHiei
A/N: We’re taken back a little in time. I’m not sure if purchasing tickets in Japan is any different to my country or not, but I’ll just go on what I know. There’s lots of between the lines stuff going on here as well, see if you can figure it out.
Summery: Side fic for Left and Returned. Sometimes Shuichi thinks he is happy with this life, it’s not the best, but he would have no other.
Satisfied?
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Happiness comes of the capacity to feel deeply, to enjoy simply, to think freely, to risk life, to be needed.
- Storm Jameson
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While Hiei was checking through his days worth of photos Shuichi knelt outside in the garden with a pair of pruners, leaning over his rose bush snipping back the limbs carefully and piling the unwanted branches in a neat pile beside him. Spring was coming and he wanted them to look good, by the time the end of March rolled around and the Sakura trees were in bloom so should his roses and all of the other flowers he kept at his small house. Hanami would be good this year.
Even if his back yard was small and he had no real front yard to speak of, at least not like his mothers, he was determined to have his house looking beautiful. It wouldn’t do well for him to have such nice flowers at his shop and then come home to a mess. Besides it helped him think.
Which subsequently didn’t help him keep his mind off quitting, he thought as the smoke past his lips and was swept away with the wind. Still, he had to have at least some bad habits. He couldn’t be completely perfect. He turned to tap the ash from his cigarette into the glass dish behind him and turned back to the rose bush after placing the cigarette in his mouth to hang limply once again he set about snipping the last few limbs needed.
He enjoyed afternoons spent like this, he’d closed the shop today because it had just been so nice he couldn’t have resisted. Business would always be around for him to pick up anyway.
“Shuichi!” He looked over his shoulder with a raised eyebrow at the shout.
Hiei leaning against the door frame, the portable house phone in his hand. He looked rather disgruntled. “It’s one of your clients.”
He placed the pruners down beside the pile of limbs and flicked the ash from the end of his cigarette once more before standing and walking towards the house. Hiei didn’t like it when people called him at home, he thought it was too personal, and yet he said nothing more of it than glare as he handed Shuichi the phone and disappeared into his darkroom again.
“I’m not working tonight.”
“It’s not really work when you think about it, besides you know what they say about finding a job that you enjoy.” The voice replied.
“I don’t enjoy it.”
“Then why do extra curricular activities?”
“I need the money. As much as I love them, flowers can only give so much.” He said walking to the kitchen window and opening it, then leaning out side to blow away the smoke that had just filled his lungs. He manuvered himself to sit on the kitchen bench just beside the sink and hung his hand out the window as he spoke in a quiet voice.
“I can give more money than they can’t, and here I am being denied. You really are a masochist you know, denying yourself what you need the most.”
Shuichi snorted at the double meaning. “I need money, I don’t need you. I don’t feel like leaving the house tonight.”
“Then give me your address and I’ll come to you.”
“No.”
“You’re very standoffish today.”
“Good. You get the point then. Call me some other time.”
“No one else is as good as you.”
“I know.” He wondered if Hiei was listening, and took a last drag of his cigarette and then ran the tap and threw his cigarette into the sink, exhaling out the window again and closing it afterwards.
“…Alright. Until next time.”
He hung up before his john had a chance to say anything else and placed the phone on the counter beside him. A sigh escaped him and he slipped from the counter to pick up the remnants of his cigarette from the sink and turn the tap on again to wash away whatever was left then threw the bud in the bin as he exited the kitchen.
“Hiei?” He called looking towards the closed door down the end of the small hallway.
He was answered with more of a grunt than actually words and he turned to his left towards Hiei’s room where he kept his computer and other photography equipment. The light of the computer was the only light in the room, as the curtains were closed, which allowed Shuichi to see the photo Hiei was editing on the computer, lightening and darkening colours, sharpening and unfocusing.
It was Shuichi as he was only minutes before.
From the direction the picture was taken, only half of him could be seen. On his knees as his delicate bare hands navigated the thorns on the bush to get to the needed limbs that would be cut back in order from greater blossoms to grow. His long messy hair was tied in a loose ponytail at the base of his neck and the tresses rained down his back and cupped his porcelain face gently. The green eyes that stared forward where half hooded as a cigarette hung limply from his mouth, looking as if to topple out any minute.
Shuichi blushed unwontedly as he watched Hiei adjust the colours and blur certain bits and pieces until the sun looked like a celestial light raining down upon them. His eyes flickered up to the name of the file at the top of the computer screen and he smiled, although he said nothing on it. The file name was seasons greetings, the fact that it had a name meant that Hiei liked it enough that it was going to be kept and not be discarded like a lot of his work. He was so fussy.
“Hiei?” he called again, quieter this time.
“What is it?” He didn’t look away from the picture as his curser made a pass over the edges of the rose bush a few more times, giving it a slightly out of focus look that couldn’t be achieved with just the camera’s focus alone.
“Can I distract you for a bit?” He walked forward into the dark room and wrapped his arms around him loosely, his chest to the back of the chair.
Hiei paused.
Shuichi lent down and licked a solid line from his neck to ear and smirked. “Wouldn’t you prefer the real thing?”
His little goth hummed in agreement and pulled himself out of his chair, advancing on Shuichi as he took a step back away from the chair with a smile on his lips. When Hiei went to grab for him he jumped out of the way and made a break for it, a laugh escaping him.
Hiei caught him a few steps later, his hands winding around Shuichi’s waist and pulling him into the darkness of the bedroom as if a monster would prey. They would have made it soothly inside if Shuichi hadn’t taken hold of the doorframe and his grip slipped a few second later as Hiei tugged none too gently, it threw both of their equilibriums off kilter and they both fell to the floor. Although their impact was cushioned by the soft white carpet they still hit the ground harder than they expected and landed awkwardly.
“That was stupid.” Hiei commented, blowing a strand of Shuichi’s hair from his eyes.
Shuichi, who’d landed beside him merely lent forward and began to undo Hiei’s jeans, which earned him a raised eyebrow.
“Stop talking.” Shuichi ordered as Hiei went to say something.
And when he went to say something again Shuichi licked up his hardening cock without another word, which turned whatever Hiei was going to say into a clenched jaw and hands griping at his shoulders. Shuichi smirked triumphantly.
“See,” He breathed lightly over the head of his cock and ran his tongue over the slit sensually, watching Hiei for some sort of reply.
His response was a mixture of a grunt and moan, then the faint sound of teeth grinding against each other as the hands on his shoulders tightened, and Hiei’s chest heaved. Shuichi watched as Hiei threw his head back and admired the line of his jaw for a moment. “Relax, Hiei.”
And then he took him into his mouth until his nose was buried in silken curls and he swallowed skilfully, closing his eyes when Hiei called out and his hands transferred from his shoulders to his head, twining themselves in his hair and pulling lightly.
He didn’t know what sort of a past Hiei had but it was obvious that he didn’t like people that much, there was only a select few that Hiei trusted and even then it was tentative in certain areas. Gaining complete trust took a lot of time and Shuichi was still working on having Hiei be completely comfortable around him, maybe then in moments like these he wouldn’t have to be as careful in what he said and did.
He asked for nothing in return but Hiei’s trust, and a chance to be his friend. This was the only way he knew how to get Hiei to open up to him without having to go through hours of awkward conversation that would end with Hiei walking out on him and never returning.
It shouldn’t have been such a scary thought.
“Nhhh…” He jerked underneath him and Shuichi applied force to his hands that were resting on Hiei’s porcelain thighs, running his tongue snakelike up and back Hiei’s cock as he fucked him with his mouth. His throat burned slightly, but it wasn’t anything that he wasn’t used to anyway.
Hiei panted above him and his hands tightened in Shuichi’s hair periodically. He would have smiled if he hadn’t been busy humming and puling back to run his tongue over the head of Hiei cock before driving back down and keeping up his paced bobbing.
Hiei teetered on the edge of blissful orgasm for a while, as long as Shuichi willed before he took pity and pushed him over the edge wincing slightly as his hair was pulled as Hiei shivered underneath him. Shuichi swallowed as best he could and pulled away to place his elbows either side of Hiei’s hips, and waited patiently for Hiei to come to his senses properly again.
Still catching his breath Hiei pulled himself up onto his elbows to throw a lukewarm glare at Shuichi, a look of sudden realization hidden behind his stone-like expression. “Bastard.”
He laughed and rested his chin on his palm, his free hands fingernails tracing the line dividing skin from jeans just bellow Hiei’s hip. “I had to take your mind of it somehow.”
“I don’t care what you do to live.” Hiei sniffed and looked away towards the doorway, and Shuichi smiled lightly, ignoring the lie.
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“So are you and Hiei together?” Youko asked looking down at Shuichi from where he stood beside him.
Trying his damnedest not to blush and sigh wistfully at the same time Shuichi readjusted the strap of his shopping bag over his shoulder. He’d brought his own because he didn’t particular like nor trust the plastic variant. It was becoming encouraged now days anyway. As he’d come out of the store he’d run into Youko, who said he hadn’t been doing anything in particular and asked if he wanted some company on the walk home.
Shuichi had thought it a bit weird for his almost boyfriends co-worker to walk him home on a whim but he let out a crooked smile and accepted anyway. He had never particularly enjoyed the ride on the train home, there were a lot of unnerving characters that lurked around Tokyo, and even though he knew how to defend himself he still didn’t want to have to leave his shopping unattended. Plus he had to take care of his flower shop, ending up in hospital or the police station would loose business.
“Not really.”
“Oh, hesitation?” His new friend jested, stepping onto the road just before the walk light turned green and the great flood of people began to move across the cross walk.
Shuichi frowned and tried to keep up with Youko, he was just so damned tall. “Hiei seems happy as he is. I don’t want to impose on him. As cliché as it may be, if he is happy then so am I, but if he’s sad then I’ll help all I can.”
Youko hummed in agreement but it sounded rather distant if not forced, Shuichi knew that he didn’t quite grasp what he meant. Really he didn’t blame the man, from the rumours he’d heard from the people on the street Youko had just swooped in and taken one of the cities uprising magicians of their feet. Of course Shuichi hadn’t thought this was true until it turned out that Youko had gotten a job at the same magazine as Hiei and they’d stopped by once. After that Shuichi started paying a lot more attention to Botan when she came around. As much as he knew, but bearing in mind rumour only had so much truth in it if any at all, Youko had stolen Kuronue away from Kuronue’s other boyfriend.
Shuichi could not blame him, Kuronue was handsome, however he frowned at the lack of patience that seemed to present itself in that gesture. Shuichi could never just impose himself on Hiei like that. For one Hiei would probably freak out and never talk to him again or secondly he’d think Shuichi another reason to hate the world and they’d end up at square one again.
Either way the results would not be good.
Alas he was not Youko.
Perhaps it was a good thing.
“How is Kuronue?” He asked, thinking it only proper.
He mind changed however as the flash of worry passed over Youko’s face and then was swept behind the ivory makeup and stylized swirls of colour snaking it’s way around Youko’s eyes. It disappeared before it was really there, but the hesitation in his voice made Shuichi worry. Perhaps he shouldn’t have asked. “He’s doing great, he just recently managed to hire a new assistant to help him out with his show.”
His tone of voice sounded content and, unwilling to upset Youko, Shuichi willed himself to forget the sadness that lingered. “New assistant? Didn’t he have one before?”
“The other one…Karasu…Kuronue agreed with me that keeping him around was too difficult. It would be a strain on our relationship. See Kuronue used - was - partners with Karasu when he met me. The break up was rather sudden and Karasu was…not happy about it.” Youko kept his hands in his pockets as he walked beside Shuichi, his pace now slowed as they descended the stairs into the subway.
“Oh, I’m sorry.” Shuichi apologized truthfully.
Youko waved a hand dismissively and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase while Shuichi purchased a ticket for himself, Youko had declined his offer to buy him one too with the excuse of having a Multirider card. Once the tickets were purchased and they walked through the gates and onto the platform they took a seat near the railway waited for the train. Recent changes in the line they were travelling meant that they would have to wait a few minutes extra, but it was the middle of the day and though the station was busy it was not anywhere as near as peak hour traffic.
The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but Shuichi still thought he should say something. “What’s the name of Kuronue’s show?”
Youko folded his legs under him while sitting on the bench and placed his hands in his lap, taking hold of Shuichi’s green bag that held his shopping while said redhead slipped from his jacket. It was beginning to be a hot day, even underground it was muggy and edging on uncomfortably hot. Shuichi folded his jacket and placed it on his lap as he sat beside Youko again, taking the shopping bag back into his hands with a thankful smile.
“They don’t have stage names, just Karasu and Kuronue. People think it’s amusing as it is that they look so similar and have similar names. The names of the show is ‘Three Drops of Blood’. Kuronue said once that it was because it was one of his favourite tricks.” He looked happy talking about this; Kuronue seemed to mean a lot to him.
“That’s an interesting name for a magic show.” Shuichi hummed, and stood as the train pulled in.
They didn’t talk until they were seated on the train, thankfully it was surprisingly empty, although surprisingly empty was still quiet full. But at least there was no one standing in the isle. They attracted a few curious stares which Shuichi ignored as usual, though he noticed that Youko seemed to be preening under the stares. He shook his head and sighed, dancers, all the same.
“So you own a flower shop?” He asked, looking at him sideways, his legs crossed under him again. Shuichi wondered vaguely why it was that most of the people he knew didn’t know how to sit in a seat properly. Youko sat like an Indian and Hiei stood on the seat.
“Yes I do.” He didn’t say anything about his after hours jobs though. They were none of Youko’s business.
Youko shook his head. “I could never work nine to five. I’d go crazy.”
“I don’t blame you.”
“Oh, there’s something I almost forgot, could you tell Hiei something for me? Call it artist to artist critique.”
“Hm?”
“Could you tell him the photo “Mirror Image” he placed in Kick was very well inspiring. I thought it was very poetic.”
Shuichi had no idea what photo he was talking about but he agreed to pass it on anyway, he’d have to see if he could find a copy to see what Youko was talking about.
Once off the train they parted at the end of the street Shuichi’s small house was situated and left with hopes of seeing each other again. Though they came from different worlds they had a lot to talk about, you didn’t necessarily have to know a person to talk to them. They both had larger things on their minds and were curious to see what others thought.
He sighed and continued walking home.
Hiei snorted when he relayed the message, and said, “You and the rose bush.”
The End