It starts with one evening while they're sitting on the couch, snuggled together on the couch as the tv plays and Pochi makes the occasional sleepy sound from beneath the coffee table. Willem had started off drinking something out of a bottle he'd found in the back of his boyfriend's fridge. He'd thought it was that soda Kiku had introduced him to when they'd been in Japan last, but whatever this was tasted sharper and sweeter.
Putting his still half full glass down on the table, he gestured towards the characters on the screen as they readied themselves to spar again.
Kiku sipped at his drink, something Willem had poured for both of them. He'd have to ask what it was later. The taste was odd; fruity with something sour, but a lingering bitterness. Odd drinks aside, it was a relaxing night. They'd been working on a historical drama since it was revealed to Kiku just how fond Willem was of kimono and swordsmen with as often as he was finding sketches of himself in samurai armor.
Setting his empty glass on the table at the question, he regarded his boyfriend. What if...perhaps he felt that Kiku was less adequate since he had given up on martial arts?
"It looks like a lot of fun, and you always talk about it like you enjoyed it. I just wondered what made you stop."
He could picture Kiku in the practice uniforms the young men wore on screen, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he readied his wooden sword again. It was an appealing image, and not just because Kiku would look extremely hot like that. He also looked fierce, determined, all that inner strength coming to the fore.
There was something behind Kiku's smile. Something the Dutchman couldn't place, something he leaned forward without noticing it to get a better look at.
"I just want to see. Why are you so afraid of showing me?"
"Why?" the Dutchman asked again, right before realizing the emotion he was seeing was panic. Surprised, he reached up to cup his boyfriend's face, rubbing his thumbs along Kiku's cheeks.
The touch to his face was enough to jolt Kiku into action. Getting his knees up between them, he used the couch to push as he kicked with all of his strength to free himself from Willem's grasp. Panic seizing him, he held the blanket to his chest as he sprang across the room and backed against the wall.
Kiku's sudden movement arrested Willem's, causing him to freeze on the couch with his hands still in the air as he starred wide eyed across the room at his boyfriend.
"What the hell..." he asked, looking between his hands and the man backed against the far wall. "Why did that scare you when I've done it hundreds of times?"
He started to get up at the first statement, mistaking the jumble as a plea for help. He stopped however, half way across the room, by the second statement.
"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
He took another step forward, trying to get a better look at the man.
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It starts with one evening while they're sitting on the couch, snuggled together on the couch as the tv plays and Pochi makes the occasional sleepy sound from beneath the coffee table. Willem had started off drinking something out of a bottle he'd found in the back of his boyfriend's fridge. He'd thought it was that soda Kiku had introduced him to when they'd been in Japan last, but whatever this was tasted sharper and sweeter.
Putting his still half full glass down on the table, he gestured towards the characters on the screen as they readied themselves to spar again.
"Why did you quit kendo?"
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Kiku sipped at his drink, something Willem had poured for both of them. He'd have to ask what it was later. The taste was odd; fruity with something sour, but a lingering bitterness. Odd drinks aside, it was a relaxing night. They'd been working on a historical drama since it was revealed to Kiku just how fond Willem was of kimono and swordsmen with as often as he was finding sketches of himself in samurai armor.
Setting his empty glass on the table at the question, he regarded his boyfriend. What if...perhaps he felt that Kiku was less adequate since he had given up on martial arts?
"W-why do you ask?"
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"It looks like a lot of fun, and you always talk about it like you enjoyed it. I just wondered what made you stop."
He could picture Kiku in the practice uniforms the young men wore on screen, sweat sticking his hair to his forehead as he readied his wooden sword again. It was an appealing image, and not just because Kiku would look extremely hot like that. He also looked fierce, determined, all that inner strength coming to the fore.
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He would need to know how to defend himself in the near future.
"I still have a practice weapon."
Better not to tell him where it was just yet, until he understood the full reasoning for his impending need of sword skill.
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"Can I see it?"
Maybe Kiku would show him some moves, maybe pose with it so Willem could get some sketches.
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"I'm...I'm not certain that's a good idea."
He needed to find a way to distract him so that he could escape and find his weapon.
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"Why not?"
He shifted on the couch, moving so he was facing the other man.
"Are you worried you'll be too rusty? That I'll think less of you now that I've seen them?"
He gestured towards the screen.
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Willem was too close. He was much bigger. Probably faster. Kiku's heart thundered in his chest.
"I don't see why..."
Maybe one of the glasses on the table. There was a book that might be heavy enough in a pinch within arm's reach.
"T-that's all."
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"I just want to see. Why are you so afraid of showing me?"
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One last chance for Willem to back away before he tried something to escape with force.
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"What's wrong?"
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"What the hell..." he asked, looking between his hands and the man backed against the far wall. "Why did that scare you when I've done it hundreds of times?"
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Wide eyed, he realized that he was on the wrong side of the room for an easy escape.
"Don't come any closer!"
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"Are you okay? What's wrong?"
He took another step forward, trying to get a better look at the man.
"Am I scaring you? Why?"
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