[ ANYWAY YOU LIKE IT / fourlong!drabbles / PG-R / various reasons ]
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kiku/yao with four very unique variations.
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Admin!note: huge member wipe--sorry about that! However, this also means that I plan to actively!post on this community once again, what with the coming of summer and whatnot. Remember to always follow the guidelines for posting (and the rules in general), please don't feel offended, it's simply that you're more of a 'watcher' than a 'poster' (and both of which are necessary for any community~ <3).
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This set of drabbles (4) was inspired by a conversation between dreamsofdest1ny and xotsukiyume.
The basic premise? Regardless of gender, destiny is convinced that Kiku would top. xD (feel free to skip if squicked!)
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- - - > On Chilly Days in London Stages
[Fem!Kiku x Fem!Yao] [R]
At the innocent-and-pure ages of fifteen and fourteen, the main attractions of the House of Asia were a delight for all to see in the hustle and bustle of the cool English morning. Well, more correctly, a delight for all the eyes and ears of peering gentlemen. The mistress of the house was strict, but not cruel, and had originally adopted the children, simply because they had been so poor. And they had had such wide eyes.
Well, the Chinese girl, at least. The Japanese one had closed her eyes, as if unwilling to believe anything that was happening to them at all.
Of course, money did not, in fact, fall from the sky, and one day approached faster than fast--the mistress was forced to either turn her lovely daughters loose (all fourteen lovely-and-lithe little creatures, from twelve to eighteen), or keep them close, and in desolation. They were too young, and the times were too cold; sending the girls into the cold would have been murder.
But money did not fall from the sky.
There was no kind donator who came in at the last minute, no sweet and sorrowful gentleman who was willing to give his fortune to save these lovely girls, all lithe-and-lonely in London, and as such, the mistress had to make do with alternative methods of earning money. At first, it was mainly herself, and then as the girls grew older and older, they began to 'help pitch in' with the duties of making money (and as such, now they still lovely and lithe, but no longer 'lonely').
Now--there are kind donators, who come, and do not touch. They simply watch.
A kiss, a stretch of legs, the lean twist and coil of muscles (around shivering, shaking, sweating armsandlegs). This is what the sweet and sorrowful gentlemen of the cold days of London will pay to see.
"Yao-nee," Kiku (whose name means 'chysanthemum,' which is cheerfulness and optimism in the language of flowers) whispers, in the dead of the night, with leering eyes and heated gazes upon the two 'sisters' who hold center-stage for the night. The urge to protect is as strong as it was a month ago, when Yao had learned of where her food and pretty jewelry came from, and volunteered to be the next to go.
It was then, one month ago, that Kiku had also signed up the following evening, without hesitation. Yao-nee (dear, darling, beloved--still lithe and lovely, no longer lonely) had come back that night, pale and shaking and shivering. Kiku, of course, had awoken, only to have her older sister sob silently into her chest.
Neither of them had slept during the night.
As slowly as the show begins, it ends. Yao is flushed, as-per-usual, and Kiku is shivering. But she is not cold--has never been cold, because Yao-nee is nearby and sweet and warm. Mistress gives a nod at the two of them before closing up shop; it is at the cusp of dawn, when the stars are the brightest, as if knowing that the dear sun will be coming soon.
When the clock chimes at four (a half-hour after their performance is over), Kiku hears a knock on her door. Instinctively, she hopes it not to be a customer (though, better she take the callers than Yao-nee), but quickly dresses (loose, sultry, sweet--just proper attire nowadays) and answers the door.
"Kiku..." Yao whispers, staring at the ground. Kiku looks, and sees her sister's toes--painted gold, to match the sequined hanfu which Yao was disrobed of today. Silently, the door is opened wider, and Yao shuffles in, guilty and tired, with thin black streaks (the remnants of tonight's tears) running down her cheeks.
Tonight is the first night they have been together since the month before Kiku joined.
'I'm sorry,' Yao whispers, as her fingers (lithe and lovely, still) tangle through Kiku's hair (shorter than Yao's, but long enough to please). 'Thank you for joining me, because I'm lonely out there,' she continues, right before pressing a kiss on her sister's cheek. The two of them embrace--because it is cold, because they are still innocent-and-pure, and because they are still... lonely.
'I wish only to make you happy,' is Kiku's reply, as their fingers are tangled and Yao is asleep. She wishes to have been again, if only to better protect her beloved nee-san.
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- - - > On Odd (but adorable!) Degrees of Possessiveness
[Fem!Kiku x Male!Yao] [PG]
Wang Yao, resident senior and (supposed) absolute hearttrob of the class of 2010 sighed. Loudly. The main reason for his current distress? Not only was it impossible to approach a girl, much less ask one out, but it was going to be impossible to get even a female friend to go with him to latest HPA concert! Of course, this was mainly because he, like many of his (male) friends, honored the timeless rule of:
Girls have cooties.
All jokes aside, it was seriously as if he was the one who had cooties, what with all girls even within three class periods of him simply steering clear. He tried asking around for help, but Arthur was hardly helpful. Or maybe that was simply because Yao had been grading the junior class' calculus test on that day--and, as natural, they had performed abysmally.
The conversation had gone as such:
"Hey! Arthur! Do you have a second during lunch?"
"...Why?"
"Well, there's a HPA music festival that's coming up tonight, and I would really love to go, but it's natural that no one really wants to go with me."
"What do you mean?" Arthur had asked, scandalized, "It's an HPA concert. Don't you have front-row seats? Hell, if I wasn't memorizing the battles of Marathon to Waterloo in order damnably categorical, I'd go with you!"
"That's touching, thank you," Yao had laughed, glad that the reason girls were avoiding him left-and-right wasn't something like he was horribly deformed or absolutely rancid, "But the thing is that in order to get in through the door, the bouncer needs to see a girl."
"So?" Arthur, apparently, did not see the problem.
"Well... the thing is..." How to put this so that he didn't look like a complete failure? Oh right, there was no way, "None of the girls in my class will even get close to me! Or at least, the ones that will all have boyfriends, and I refuse to have an affair for the sake of an HPA concert!"
"Wait--all the girls in your class?" And here, Arthur looks at him funny, "Well of course they wouldn't be willing to talk to you! I mean, haven't you heard of what Kik--"
"Yao-nii!" At this very moment, a sophmore girl came bounding up to the two upperclassmen, legs at just the perfect angle to kick the English-bred student to the ground.
"OW!" Arthur exclaimed, what was that for?!"
"Oh," Kiku intoned, looking surprised that Arthur existed at all, "I didn't see you there, Arthur, I'm sorry about that!" And she smiled, adorably, and Yao grinned. "Please let me help you up!" Enthusiastically, of course, before stooping down to grasp the Brit's fingers in an iron-clad grip, hissing out, "If you dare tell Yao-nii about the times I scared those girls, you won't wake to see your next Calculus Examination."
Arthur rolled his eyes in response; he had heard about... attached... siblings, but not to this extent.
"Oh!" Yao exclaimed, putting a hand over his mouth, "Are you guys... you know?" He grinned sheepishly, making an awkward motion with his hands.
"No!" Kiku nearly shrieked, face flushing for entirely different reasons, "We're not like that, Yao-nii!"
"Aww..." the senior chided, smiling mischievously, "But why not? You're already a sophmore, and your older brother definitely approves of 'Sir' Arthur here!" And then he snickered some more, mainly because Arthur was busy glaring at him and making chopping-neck motions. Whose neck Arthur deemed to chop, Yao didn't quite care.
"You're the only one I need, Yao-nii," Kiku said, quietly.
Arthur blanched.
"Oh Kiku," Yao sighed, "You're the sweetest little sister I could ever hope to have!" Yao, as usual, did not notice his sibling's tightened fist, but Arthur did (and was feeling a stronger need to get-the-heck-out-of-here with each passing second). "I have tickets tonight to an HPA concert, would you like to--"
"Yes!" Kiku nearly exclaimed.
"Oh great!" Yao smiled sunnily, "I was wondering what I was going to do with these lovely tickets to an 'awesome'--as Gilbert would say--band," and then he handed one ticket to Kiku and... one ticket to Arthur.
"Y-Yao-nii," Kiku nearly choked out, "Arthur can't go to the concert today because he has to..."
"Memorize the battles from Marathon to Waterloo in order categorical!" Arthur very-nearly-shrieked himself, "And because of that, I really can't go and lunch is almost over so why don't we--"
"Surely you can go with another lovely gentleman from your class, Kiku?" Yao asked.
And that was when the waterworks began.
Arthur, for the second (or was it third, fourth, or fifth?) time in less than half an hour, was dumbfounded and unable to react at all. Here was Kiku, the sophmore girl that had managed to terrify not only the girls in her class, but two classes up, all for the sake of staying away from her beloved 'nii-san'. Crying.
"What's wrong?!" Yao exclaimed, as his little sister took two steps closer, hugging him close, "Did I say something wrong? Should your older brother beat up someone for you?!"
"I want to go to the concert with you!" Kiku sniffled, nose adorably red, and arms wrapped a bit too tightly around Yao's waist (for Arthur's strictly-coded mind, at least).
"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Yao fretted away, arms instinctively wrapping around Kiku as well, "We can go together--tonight!"
Too close for comfort, and clearly lost in their own world, Arthur decided to step out and away from this creepy Twilight Zone altogether. But right before leaving, he could have sworn he saw a not-so-innocent grin on the face of Yao's dear-and-near little sister. He shuddered, thankful once more to be an only child.
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- - - > On Red Threads of Destiny
[Male!Kiku x Fem!Yao] [R]
He does not know of Destiny, does not know that they have yet to promise one another anything. What he does know is that he loves the feel of silk against her skin, her languid sighs and perfectly-pale digits, stretched out and waiting for him to take.
Because it is improper for a man of the court to disrobe a woman of the same court, instead, he simply helps her into her garments. It is what they have always done.
"Kiku," Yao whispers, as he's slipping the first piece of her lower garments on. He smiles at her, his beloved lady of the same court, fingers lingering on her shivering hips for a second too long. As if burned, he swiftly pulls them away, burshing them, instead, against smooth cheeks with high cheekbones (it is always a mark of fine breeding).
After the hadajuban has been loosely fitted, Kiku proceeds to gently guide Yao's arm through the somewhat-looser sleeves of the nagajuban. Today, the lady chooses to be drowned in the lilies of the Chikugo-gawa River. Blue and delicate pinks adorn the sleeves and bottom of the kimono. This time, Kiku does not 'allow' the other to stand, towering with arms-and-legs over her smaller figure.
To get the kimono fully on, he holds Yao by the waist, gingerly, slipping one thin arm through the wide sleeve, and using his own sweatless hands to pull said arm through the sleeve. He repeats the same action with Yao's left arm, relishing in the feel of the other's breath against the crook of his neck.
Wordlessly, Yao reaches a hand towards Kiku's face.
Not only does he flinch, but he loosely grasps the forward-moving appendage, putting it back down. Yao opens her mouth to protest; Kiku seals them with his fingers.
Now for the somewhat more difficult part: getting the kimono to go under the nagajuban. As if thinking the same thoughts, Yao slowly raises her hips, arching her back; just enough for the trailing 'hem' of the kimono to go beneath her, all without ever actually standing. Kiku kisses her fingertips, like a suitor would, after she is fully dressed.
He chooses not to tie the obi this time around.
"What of your wife?" Yao whispers, fingers ever-reaching for his face. To this, Kiku moves his face closer, to press benign kisses to Yao's temple and forehead (and even they are still too close and too informal for the standards of the world about them), "Kiku, what does she feel of all this?"
"I have yet to tell her," Kiku replies, kissing as close as he can get to her mouth--without actually touching, "And I will never touch her," he says this, honestly.
"She is a princess," Yao says, turning her head. No matter, Kiku simply redirects his kisses to the base of her jaw, delighting in the shiver he elicits. 'She is your wife,' Kiku hears and ignores. It doesn't matter; none of those rules and regulations matter.
"I need only you," he repeats, as he does every time they do this.
"We have no promise rings between the two of us--"
"No, we do not." Kiku thinks, and then says without thinking, "But we are bound by something much stronger, and therefore, the vows of weddings and the promises of parents do not apply to this."
"I will marry someone someday," Yao confides, "I have already seen suitors at the gates of the palace, I have already seen faces."
"And will you love him?" Is all Kiku wants to know.
"...Yes," is her reply, "And with a different love than that which I harbor for you," she continues. And now, Kiku wants to hear no more, because her very words break his heart, only to build them over again.
"I want you to remember me as I will remember you," Kiku declares in a whisper, pressing their fully-clothed bodies against one another, "Forever."
And with that, he claims her lips, chaste yet demanding all the same. Yao does not have the time to react at all, before Kiku is parting the skillfully-made flaps of the kimono, brushing against her chest and skimming over her quickly tightening stomach. Her eyes widen as his hand (deft and not trembling at all) reaches the most private part.
"Please," Yao murmurs, and it is only then Kiku pauses. But then heavily-draped arms are thrown over his neck, and Yao clutches herself--tightly--against him and he knows what she wants (she breaks his heart, only to build it up again).
"Call my name," Kiku commands (though it sounds more like a beg to both of them), "As if I were your husband--just this once," for he feels that she is closecloseclose, and her breaths are flighty and she responds so well; arching her back and pushing up-up-up at Kiku when he kisses the junction of her neck and collarbone and she's at the cusp of---
"Kiku," she says his name as if it were an exhale, and he finds that he loves it all the same.
He waits, propping Yao up with his own now-trembling arm. (Again, he is waiting, for her to break his heart, and simply build it up again.)
"What is it?" She asks, after her breaths have returned to normal. "What is it that binds us together, if it is not promises or parents?"On one hand, Kiku is yearning, but the more pragmatic (and less optimistic) part of him knows that this is the furthest he will ever be able to go with Yao. It hurts when the other is so close, and so, he raises a hand to brush over her slightly-damp forehead, pressing a kiss to the topmost corner, and whispering for only her to hear:
"Destiny."
(It's a promise in itself)
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- - - > On Spice and Variety in Life, Above All Else
[Male!Kiku x Male!Yao] [PG-13]
"So what do you think?" Kiku asked, looking imploringly at the elder nation. Yao stared on in slack-jawed horror. Or, maybe, not so much horror as it was distress.
"What do you mean you would be..." his face flushes at the mere usage of such a word, "On... on... on 'top' in every variation of our relationship, aru?!" His face is still red, after having sat through half an hour of beautifically orchestrated CGI (at least, he hoped it was CGI), "I mean, even in our current one, I'm the one that's taller than you!"
"So?" Kiku retorts, grinning playfully, "I've long since learned that the taller person doesn't need to always be on 'top,' Yao-nii."
"And stop calling me that!" Yao winced, "I mean, in that one with the high school students... you were a girl!" His face is turning slightly redder with each second, and Yao is seriously wondering if it is possible to die of a heart attack of indecency, "And even if you're a girl, you still that you'd be the one that would be... that would be making the advances?" Yao splutters, flushing at the thought, "It's that indecent!"
"Well, perhaps," Kiku acknowledges with a shrug (this is absolutely Alfred's fault, Yao decides), "But I'm absolutely certain that you would never be making the..." and then he coughs into his hand, "That you would never be making the advances, no matter what imaginary world you'd be in."
"And who gave you that idea?" Yao asks, still very scandalized, "Was it Heracles? Or Arthur?"
"Elizaveta-sama, actually," Kiku replies dryly, noting Yao's grimace at the use of 'sama' for... different... purposes. He continues, "She even found the actors to perform that little... movie."
Yao blanches, mainly because it is against every policy he ever made to go after a girl with a frying pan (particularly if said girl had a rather scary supply of frying pans as well).
"But I can definitely make the... I can definitely make the advances as well!" Yao declares, although his hand is a bit shakey when it grabs Kiku's shoulder, attempting to pull him close. Kiku grins, give or take completely prepared for this course of action, and seizes Yao's face with both his hands, pulling close and planting a chaste kiss, directly on the lips.
Their eyes are closed, of course, and they would have continued farther if Yao hadn't spluttered and spurted in a fit of embarrassment.
"I--I just wasn't prepared, aru!" He tries, flushing yet again, out of embarrassment, moving both hands on top of Kiku's shoulders and pulling flush close (it is a would-be lazy afternoon in the Chinese embassies, afterall), "I was just busy being scandalized because you wanted me in a kimono...!"
"But you've already worn a kimono," Kiku points out, peppering Yao's cheek with butterfly kisses.
"Only because you said that you really wanted me in one as a birthday gift!" Yao complains, wrapping his arms around Kiku's neck even as Kiku is wrapping his own arms around Yao's waist.
"And I appreciated it very much," Kiku replies, gently leaning the two of them forward on the laid-out couch.
"So much that you took over five hundred photos of that one day," Yao notes crossly, fingers now-tangling through Kiku's hair, "Honestly, aru, I understand a picture saying a thousand words, but one picture is enough, isn't it?"
"But you..." and Kiku glazes over (for if he were a computer, those pictures would be the first thing stored in his memory, and definitely the most-visited archive as well), "You looked very..." he searches for the correct word, out of all the words that Arthur and Alfred had simultaneously used, ranging from 'spanktacular' to 'bloody fantastic' to 'delicious' to 'delectable' to... "You looked very nice in that outfit."
And Yao blushes, though his face feels that it's about to overheat, planting a kiss at the base of Kiku's jaw.
Kiku pauses.
"Was that..."
"No!" Yao is the one of declare in a high-pitched voice, "I did not get that from the final scene of that movie!"
"But you definitely did!" Kiku retorts, "I mean, you've... you've never done that before, right?"
"...Not really, aru," Yao replies, though unhappily.
"Ah," Kiku starts, on a completely different subject, "On the subject of the movie, I was wondering..." and now it's his turn to flush a deep hue, "Did you... did you like any of the costumes in particular?" Yao's fingers are still entangled in his short, choppy locks, he notes, "Because... well," how to put this properly? "Elizaveta said that her 'repayment' could be well..."
"Yes?" Yao beckons, not certain if he actually wants Kiku to continue.
"Elizaveta said that we could repay her by filming the two of us in costume."
"What?!" Yao shrieks.
"I can explain--" Kiku tries, wincing as the grip on his hair tightens to near-painful levels.
"Although..." Yao reluctantly puts out, "I did like that high-school uniform."
"Great!" Kiku brightens, kissing Yao once more, "I have a good fifty different styles or so, all custom-tailored to your size," he says, as if the mere notion of having that many high school uniforms (all of which perfectly fit Yao) isn't completely insane.
Yao grimaces and then notices--
"Hey, aru! How am I on the bottom again?"
Nonetheless, the afternoon is made no longer lazy, with squeals and gasps of varying degrees of horror and delight, until a scream wakes the entire government-protected neighborhood at two AM in the morning.
"What do you mean it's a female sailor uniform, aru?!"
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