Gift fic for shatteredtenshi
To: shatteredtenshi
From: orangegreenlove
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Kitty Love
Pairing/Group: Fujigaya, Ebikisu, Yara, Tackey & Tsubasa
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: AU
Notes: For shatteredtenshi . I hope you'll like this!
Many thanks to my lovely beta and my faaabulous beta ♥, couldn't have done it without you two!
Summary Taisukitty finds that all the good spots are already occupied, but perhaps he just hasn't been looking in the right place.
He liked attention, he liked attention a lot, but on these occasions he relished the ability to move silently and unseen.
Setting one silent paw in front of the other, Taisukitty sneaked through the halls of the Jimusho.
His long, cream-coloured fur was silky, and Taisukitty thought with satisfaction that he was exceptionally pretty even for a Himalayan cat. Sitting down to think, he washed one of his teal-coloured front paws and decided his luxurious coat needed a brushing.
Quickly, he made his way back to Kisumai's dressing-room. Kitayama was lazy, but he liked touching Taisukitty's fur, so he usually agreed to brush him if he looked cute enough.
Nudging the door open with his paw to avoid ruffling the carefully groomed fur on his head, Taisukitty marched into Kisumai's dressing-room as if he owned it. He kind of did, anyway. Sure, he wasn't going to challenge Bunnicula's rule of terror, but the other was a bunny, not a cat, and therefore didn't count.
Kitayama was the only one present, sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and a pleased, sleepy smile on his face. Taisukitty jumped up on the couch, intending to wake him up, but stopped short. Kitayama wasn't so alone after all.
Catottsu blinked a sleepy green eye at him, shifting over in Kitayama's lap in clear invitation. Taisukitty turned around and stalked away. He knew the beautiful black cat meant well, but he wasn't so desperate yet that he had to accept charity like that!
Leaving Kisumai's dressing-room behind in a huff, he decided to pay Goseki-sama a visit instead. His friend was good with cats, very good. He'd even tamed the wild Nyaracchi, a proper terror if ever there was one. Or maybe, Taisukitty chuckled, Nyaracchi had tamed Goseki-sama. With those two, it was impossible to tell. Not, he thought with a shudder, that Nyaracchi was particularly tame even now.
He admired Yara, of course he did, but he knew he was better off avoiding Nyaracchi at every cost. That was one kitty who didn't like to share with other cats.
Peeking into ABC-Z's dressing-room, Taisukitty looked around carefully. Some people were just a bit crazier than he wanted to deal with when he was in this form.
Except for Tsukada stretching harmlessly in front of the mirror, Goseki-sama was alone. Running up to Goseki-sama and meowing cutely had the desired effect. His friend bend down immediately to pick him up and ruffle his fur.
Taisukitty had just settled comfortably in Goseki-sama's lap, relaxing under his friend's gentle hands, when a sharp pain across his nose made him jump. His bright blue eyes flew open and widened further at the sight before him. The tiny cat's extended claws were impossibly big, much too big, Taisukitty thought in a panic as he scrambled backwards, trying to get out of reach.
He fell off the couch in his desperate retreat and was glad that cats always landed on their feet. Slinking off towards the door, Taisukitty looked back over his shoulder. Nyaracchi didn't bother to hiss at him or arch his back or do any of the usual posturing. He just curled up smugly in Goseki-sama's lap, purring ten times louder than any other cat Taisukitty had ever heard.
Goseki-sama didn't pay any attention to Taisukitty's retreat, too busy scratching Nyaracchi's ears and tickling his tummy to make the tiny cat purr like the innocent, adorable kitten he looked like but definitely wasn't.
Just outside the door, Taisukitty found the Yamamoto boy lurking. His arms were all scratched up, but he was clearly waiting for a chance to get another punishment.
Taisukitty remembered the flashing golden eyes and shuddered, before sneaking back to Kisumai's dressing-room. Perhaps some of his unit members had returned in the meantime.
Kitayama had vanished, presumably taking Catottsu along with him, and Yokoo had taken his place on the couch. Taisukitty meowed sadly to get his friend's attention and Yokoo looked up.
"I'm sorry, Tai-chan," Yokoo said, tightening his grip on the growling bunny. "I would love to brush you, but Keii will cry if I let Bunnicula maul any more children today. They keep pulling on his ears."
Pouting as much as a cat can pout, Taisukitty turned around again. Who else could he turn to for a bit of grooming?
Drifting down the hallway came the sound of Tsubasa-nii's voice. Ears perking up, Taisukitty followed the sound eagerly.
As Taisukitty jumped up onto Tsubasa-nii's leg, Takkitty eyed him with interest. Looking as cute as possible, Taisukitty tilted his head adorably and meowed questioningly.
Taisukitty's cuteness worked its magic as usual. Tsubasa-nii petted his sides and Takkitty licked his scratched nose gently before pushing him over to play. Taisukitty didn't mind Takkitty digging his claws into his fur, and he even kind of enjoyed his sempai's teeth taking a hold of his ear, but Takkitty's play-wrestling got more enthusiastic with every minute.
A bit too enthusiastic. Flinching away from the sharp claws digging into his skin, Taisukitty hopped back down onto the floor. If they hadn't been cats at that moment, he wouldn't have minded a bit of rough play as long as it meant he got to have fun with both of his admired sempai, but as it was...
Tsubasa-nii was scratching Takkitty's chin, both of them too distracted to pay any attention as Taisukitty left.
When he entered Kisumai's dressing-room this time, it was completely empty of people. Taisukitty sighed and gave up on getting his fur brushed that day. He slowly shifted back to human. Perhaps he'd have more success in this form. As the fur slowly vanished and his paws turned back into hands and feet, he noticed how cold the floor of the dressing room was. Shivering, he turned to dig some clothes out of his bag. Sometimes, it was quite a bother that he had to be naked to shift forms. At other times, Taisuke grinned at the memories, it could be quite useful.
He had just put on his boxers when the door opened. Whirling around, he found Senga staring at him in surprise. Glad to have found someone who would pay attention to him alone, Taisuke completely forgot that he wasn't a cat anymore. He jumped into Senga's arms, or tried to, knocking him down onto the floor.
"Ken-chaaan," Taisuke whined, looking down at Senga, "no one loves meee."
"Uhm, I do~" Senga tried not to blush. This wasn't how he'd planned to confess!
"Everyone is busy," Taisuke pouted, not hearing a word Senga said.
Senga wrapped his arms around Taisuke. "I'm here?"
Taisuke blinked at the tight grip of Senga's arms around him. Of course he knew Senga was strong, he'd been strong for years and when they went shopping together, he often made Senga carry his bags, but... he'd never really felt Senga's muscles shift against him like that.
Speaking of shifting, when Senga shifted uncomfortably beneath him, Taisuke felt something obvious against his leg.
"Ken-chan, you pervert!" He grinned down at his friend, a light blush staining his cheeks pink.
"It's not my fault!" Senga wailed in mortification. "You are hot! And naked! And right on top of me!"
Nuzzling Senga's neck in almost the same way Taisukitty would have done, Taisuke thought for a moment. He did like Senga, they were close friends, but...
Taisuke liked to be spoiled, liked to have a partner who was more dominant and masculine than him, who could make him feel pretty and secure. And Senga, well... he was younger than him, not particularly dominant and rather cute himself.
Senga might have been a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but he wasn't slow when it mattered. "Leader lets people call him Micchan too," he pointed out with surprising intuition.
Startled, Taisuke looked at Senga again, really looking this time. Since when did Senga look so grown up? At some point in the last couple of months, the last of the baby-fat had vanished from Senga's face, and he hadn't even noticed. Perhaps...
Nuzzling Senga's cheek, Taisuke asked teasingly, "So you think you can be the man for me?"
Getting encouragement like that had increased Senga's confidence immensely, so he didn't hesitate. He lifted Taisuke up with no problem and easily carried him to the couch.
Leaning over Taisuke, Senga asked, "Let me... May I?"
Taisuke smiled, relaxing back into the pillows of the couch. Senga's shyness, combined with his determination, was quite endearing now that he thought about it. "Show me," he said, and Senga's touch was gentle but firm, surprisingly confident, and didn't disappoint him.
Omake:
Waking up slowly, Taisuke felt warm, happy and quite satisfied. It took him only a moment to remember, Senga's fingers exploring his skin, Senga's confession, Senga's lips covering his own.
He stretched, trying to wake up more, and his hand touched something soft. Suddenly, he was wide awake. Looking at the soft plush toy that had served him as a pillow, he gasped, "Oh no, not again!"
The stuffed plush turtle didn't move. "Think, Taipi, think!" Taisuke told himself. How had they turned Senga back the last time this happened?
He nearly screeched as strong arms wrapped around him from behind. "Don't you like my gift?" Senga asked shyly.
From: orangegreenlove
SEASON'S GREETINGS!
Title: Kitty Love
Pairing/Group: Fujigaya, Ebikisu, Yara, Tackey & Tsubasa
Rating: PG 13
Warnings: AU
Notes: For shatteredtenshi . I hope you'll like this!
Many thanks to my lovely beta and my faaabulous beta ♥, couldn't have done it without you two!
Summary Taisukitty finds that all the good spots are already occupied, but perhaps he just hasn't been looking in the right place.
He liked attention, he liked attention a lot, but on these occasions he relished the ability to move silently and unseen.
Setting one silent paw in front of the other, Taisukitty sneaked through the halls of the Jimusho.
His long, cream-coloured fur was silky, and Taisukitty thought with satisfaction that he was exceptionally pretty even for a Himalayan cat. Sitting down to think, he washed one of his teal-coloured front paws and decided his luxurious coat needed a brushing.
Quickly, he made his way back to Kisumai's dressing-room. Kitayama was lazy, but he liked touching Taisukitty's fur, so he usually agreed to brush him if he looked cute enough.
Nudging the door open with his paw to avoid ruffling the carefully groomed fur on his head, Taisukitty marched into Kisumai's dressing-room as if he owned it. He kind of did, anyway. Sure, he wasn't going to challenge Bunnicula's rule of terror, but the other was a bunny, not a cat, and therefore didn't count.
Kitayama was the only one present, sitting on the couch with his eyes closed and a pleased, sleepy smile on his face. Taisukitty jumped up on the couch, intending to wake him up, but stopped short. Kitayama wasn't so alone after all.
Catottsu blinked a sleepy green eye at him, shifting over in Kitayama's lap in clear invitation. Taisukitty turned around and stalked away. He knew the beautiful black cat meant well, but he wasn't so desperate yet that he had to accept charity like that!
Leaving Kisumai's dressing-room behind in a huff, he decided to pay Goseki-sama a visit instead. His friend was good with cats, very good. He'd even tamed the wild Nyaracchi, a proper terror if ever there was one. Or maybe, Taisukitty chuckled, Nyaracchi had tamed Goseki-sama. With those two, it was impossible to tell. Not, he thought with a shudder, that Nyaracchi was particularly tame even now.
He admired Yara, of course he did, but he knew he was better off avoiding Nyaracchi at every cost. That was one kitty who didn't like to share with other cats.
Peeking into ABC-Z's dressing-room, Taisukitty looked around carefully. Some people were just a bit crazier than he wanted to deal with when he was in this form.
Except for Tsukada stretching harmlessly in front of the mirror, Goseki-sama was alone. Running up to Goseki-sama and meowing cutely had the desired effect. His friend bend down immediately to pick him up and ruffle his fur.
Taisukitty had just settled comfortably in Goseki-sama's lap, relaxing under his friend's gentle hands, when a sharp pain across his nose made him jump. His bright blue eyes flew open and widened further at the sight before him. The tiny cat's extended claws were impossibly big, much too big, Taisukitty thought in a panic as he scrambled backwards, trying to get out of reach.
He fell off the couch in his desperate retreat and was glad that cats always landed on their feet. Slinking off towards the door, Taisukitty looked back over his shoulder. Nyaracchi didn't bother to hiss at him or arch his back or do any of the usual posturing. He just curled up smugly in Goseki-sama's lap, purring ten times louder than any other cat Taisukitty had ever heard.
Goseki-sama didn't pay any attention to Taisukitty's retreat, too busy scratching Nyaracchi's ears and tickling his tummy to make the tiny cat purr like the innocent, adorable kitten he looked like but definitely wasn't.
Just outside the door, Taisukitty found the Yamamoto boy lurking. His arms were all scratched up, but he was clearly waiting for a chance to get another punishment.
Taisukitty remembered the flashing golden eyes and shuddered, before sneaking back to Kisumai's dressing-room. Perhaps some of his unit members had returned in the meantime.
Kitayama had vanished, presumably taking Catottsu along with him, and Yokoo had taken his place on the couch. Taisukitty meowed sadly to get his friend's attention and Yokoo looked up.
"I'm sorry, Tai-chan," Yokoo said, tightening his grip on the growling bunny. "I would love to brush you, but Keii will cry if I let Bunnicula maul any more children today. They keep pulling on his ears."
Pouting as much as a cat can pout, Taisukitty turned around again. Who else could he turn to for a bit of grooming?
Drifting down the hallway came the sound of Tsubasa-nii's voice. Ears perking up, Taisukitty followed the sound eagerly.
As Taisukitty jumped up onto Tsubasa-nii's leg, Takkitty eyed him with interest. Looking as cute as possible, Taisukitty tilted his head adorably and meowed questioningly.
Taisukitty's cuteness worked its magic as usual. Tsubasa-nii petted his sides and Takkitty licked his scratched nose gently before pushing him over to play. Taisukitty didn't mind Takkitty digging his claws into his fur, and he even kind of enjoyed his sempai's teeth taking a hold of his ear, but Takkitty's play-wrestling got more enthusiastic with every minute.
A bit too enthusiastic. Flinching away from the sharp claws digging into his skin, Taisukitty hopped back down onto the floor. If they hadn't been cats at that moment, he wouldn't have minded a bit of rough play as long as it meant he got to have fun with both of his admired sempai, but as it was...
Tsubasa-nii was scratching Takkitty's chin, both of them too distracted to pay any attention as Taisukitty left.
When he entered Kisumai's dressing-room this time, it was completely empty of people. Taisukitty sighed and gave up on getting his fur brushed that day. He slowly shifted back to human. Perhaps he'd have more success in this form. As the fur slowly vanished and his paws turned back into hands and feet, he noticed how cold the floor of the dressing room was. Shivering, he turned to dig some clothes out of his bag. Sometimes, it was quite a bother that he had to be naked to shift forms. At other times, Taisuke grinned at the memories, it could be quite useful.
He had just put on his boxers when the door opened. Whirling around, he found Senga staring at him in surprise. Glad to have found someone who would pay attention to him alone, Taisuke completely forgot that he wasn't a cat anymore. He jumped into Senga's arms, or tried to, knocking him down onto the floor.
"Ken-chaaan," Taisuke whined, looking down at Senga, "no one loves meee."
"Uhm, I do~" Senga tried not to blush. This wasn't how he'd planned to confess!
"Everyone is busy," Taisuke pouted, not hearing a word Senga said.
Senga wrapped his arms around Taisuke. "I'm here?"
Taisuke blinked at the tight grip of Senga's arms around him. Of course he knew Senga was strong, he'd been strong for years and when they went shopping together, he often made Senga carry his bags, but... he'd never really felt Senga's muscles shift against him like that.
Speaking of shifting, when Senga shifted uncomfortably beneath him, Taisuke felt something obvious against his leg.
"Ken-chan, you pervert!" He grinned down at his friend, a light blush staining his cheeks pink.
"It's not my fault!" Senga wailed in mortification. "You are hot! And naked! And right on top of me!"
Nuzzling Senga's neck in almost the same way Taisukitty would have done, Taisuke thought for a moment. He did like Senga, they were close friends, but...
Taisuke liked to be spoiled, liked to have a partner who was more dominant and masculine than him, who could make him feel pretty and secure. And Senga, well... he was younger than him, not particularly dominant and rather cute himself.
Senga might have been a bit slow on the uptake sometimes, but he wasn't slow when it mattered. "Leader lets people call him Micchan too," he pointed out with surprising intuition.
Startled, Taisuke looked at Senga again, really looking this time. Since when did Senga look so grown up? At some point in the last couple of months, the last of the baby-fat had vanished from Senga's face, and he hadn't even noticed. Perhaps...
Nuzzling Senga's cheek, Taisuke asked teasingly, "So you think you can be the man for me?"
Getting encouragement like that had increased Senga's confidence immensely, so he didn't hesitate. He lifted Taisuke up with no problem and easily carried him to the couch.
Leaning over Taisuke, Senga asked, "Let me... May I?"
Taisuke smiled, relaxing back into the pillows of the couch. Senga's shyness, combined with his determination, was quite endearing now that he thought about it. "Show me," he said, and Senga's touch was gentle but firm, surprisingly confident, and didn't disappoint him.
Omake:
Waking up slowly, Taisuke felt warm, happy and quite satisfied. It took him only a moment to remember, Senga's fingers exploring his skin, Senga's confession, Senga's lips covering his own.
He stretched, trying to wake up more, and his hand touched something soft. Suddenly, he was wide awake. Looking at the soft plush toy that had served him as a pillow, he gasped, "Oh no, not again!"
The stuffed plush turtle didn't move. "Think, Taipi, think!" Taisuke told himself. How had they turned Senga back the last time this happened?
He nearly screeched as strong arms wrapped around him from behind. "Don't you like my gift?" Senga asked shyly.