[FIC] CAPTIVATING PRINCES
Yay two Daimao fics in a row! XDDD (tho this one is a lot shorter)
CAPTIVATING PRINCES
Couple: Daimao (Hamao KyousukexWatanabe Daisuke)
Length: about 1700
Beta'd: kot_kendra
Summary:
Mao and Daisuke have a little, cheesy dressing room moment during rehearsals for Fushigi na Machi no Oujisama.
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It had been another day of early rehearsals for the cast of Fushigi na Machi noOujisama and with performances only a couple of weeks away, the stress of the upcoming performances building, the cast finally got the chance to wear their official host outfits for the production.
Everyone looked like princes, they were supposed to be, considering they were supposed to be rather princely hosts.
Well, everyone except him, Hamao Kyousuke, also called Mao, as he stood in front the mirror, and, for the fifth time already, was fixing his tie that he could never seem to get tied tight enough.
About ten minutes earlier, he had emerged from his dressing room wearing a long black vest, buttoned near his lower abdomen and black pants and shoes. Underneath that vest, he wore a white long-sleeved undershirt, with gray designs on the cuffs of the sleeves and the collar and a red and black tie that matched the black and red feathery clip on his right shoulder. His pale skin was brought out more beautifully due the to the whiteness of the shirt and his brown hair flowed beautifully.
By all accounts, he looked very adorable in his fancy host attire.
But even as he looked in the mirror, addressing himself, he wasn’t satisfied with how he looked.
To him, he looked nothing like a host, and most definitely nothing like prince.
He had huffed in disappointment.
Even when he had received many compliments as he shyly walked out of his room.
“Hamao-kun, kawaii~!”
“Mao-chan, cho kawaii!”
To which, he would smile and blush slightly at the comments and bowed a 'thank you' and continued on his way.
He had been making a beeline to his lover’s, Watanabe Daisuke, dressing room, hoping to spend some time with the man, before they started rehearsals. That was until he was told by one of his cast members that his necktie was crooked. He made a surprised ‘Ah!’ and turned and run back into his room, hoping to fix it.
But with those compliments, Mao still felt really unsure. He was supposed to be princely right? Princes weren't supposed to be cute...they were supposed to be handsome, strong, manly right?
And no matter where he went, it was always about how cute, how precious, how adorable he looked.
Not that he wasn't flattered by the compliments, but for once, he would like be seen as handsome.
He was an adult now right? He shouldn't be seen as cute anymore right?
Mao sighed inwardly, and continued to mess with his tie, growing more aggravated as he did so. He finally got the tie straight and perfect, when he heard a hard knock and the door to his room open up.
“Mao~! What’s taking you so long? Did you gain some weight and your tux is too small?” the easily recognizable, sing-song voice of his lover asked teasingly.
Mao smiled to himself in the mirror, his heart quickening at the older man‘s voice. He turned around quickly, a fake hurtful retort planned in his head, only to be stopped right in mid-talk as he saw his older lover in his host attire.
Mao’s breath caught in his throat, his pulse increased rapidly, his face exploded with redness, and heart stopped beating at the site.
The older man looked…breathtaking gorgeous. He was dressed in a white undershirt and black vest, similar to Mao’s own; however, he wore a silk, shiny black tuxedo jacket that fit his body perfectly, squaring his shoulders to make him look even more masculine and black pants. His necktie was also black with ruffled ends, with gray designs and connected by a silver button. His smooth, pale skin matched perfectly with the black of the tuxedo, making his skin look even more beautiful, and his messy dark brown hair that was curled up at the ends, looking all the more distinguished, and brought out his deep, brown eyes. Eyes that when they were focused just Mao made the boy melt like ice cream on a sizzling summer day in Tokyo.
The man’s handsomeness pierced Mao’s heart, making him almost lose his balance, but just stood there, his mouth agape, and he gulped nervously.
The man looked amazing, handsome, and…so much like a prince. His prince.
Daisuke flashed his usual brilliant smile and laughed at Mao’s expression, the laugh sounding like the cheerful ring of a wind-chime.
Mao's heart soared at the sound.
“What are you staring at? Do I look that bad?” the man joked at him as he spun around, showing the younger boy more of his outfit, “ From that look on your face, I‘d say so. I guess it does look rather ridiculous on an old man like me, don’t you think?”
Mao blushed brightly realizing he had been staring (and it was waay too obvious). He shook his head in a negative and waved his hands rapidly to deny Daisuke’s claim. And finally catching his breath enough to speak, he voiced his thoughts, though they came out rather jumbled.
“Iie, iie! I think Dai-chan…looks really good…just like a prince,” he managed to get out, stammered a little as he did so.
The handsome man strolled over to the stunned boy, his shoes making a clicking sound on the tile floor as he walked.
As he faced the younger, he leaned forward, his face inches away from Mao’s, and his arms behind his back.
“You really think so?” Daisuke hummed, an amusing look in his eyes, at the blush on the boy’s face.
The boy licked his lips nervously, suddenly feeling really small in a room with such a good-looking man standing front of him. He felt like such a child in front of him; so plain and odd. Like he couldn’t compare at all, to the man he called his lover.
The man who looked so much like royalty, just standing front of him. Love and admiration flashed through him, as he gazed at his lover, in the form of a host.
How had he become so lucky? Mao didn’t know at all, but he sure was grateful for it.
Hoping to regain his composure (and to wipe some of the drool that fell from his mouth), he nodded in agreement and asked
Daisuke smiled gently at the boy’s shyness. He reached around the boy’s front, seeming like he was leaning in for a kiss. Instead, he grabbed the boy’s recently-fixed tie from its spot above Mao’s rapidly beating heart. He stared intently into the boy’s eyes, who looked back with the same intensity.
Daisuke paused, smiling again, flashing his pearly white teeth.
“Nowhere close to a prince as you, Prince Hamao. You look so...captivating,” the man said, his voice deep with passion and love.
Mao’s eyes widen. He had expected the usual “cute”, “adorable”, or at certain times, “pretty”. But “captivating”; sounded neither “cute” nor “handsome”; the word was completely ambiguous. However, it made him feel good none the less.
Feeling an intense feeling of happiness swelling up in his stomach at his lover’s compliment. A compliment that did not make him feel like a child nor did it make him feel like a girl.
“Really?” Mao asked.
Daisuke nodded and in one swift move, pulled the boy’s tie forward, making Mao lean up against him, his nose almost touching Daisuke’s in an Eskimo kiss.
“Yes. And it’s almost unbearable.”
Mao giggled slightly, at the horrible cheesy comment.
“So, do I get a kiss from the prince?”
The younger smiled, “you may.”
And, as quick as whip, suddenly Daisuke leaned down, capturing Mao’s lips with his own. The younger opened his mouth invitingly, allowing Daisuke’s tongue to enter without a hitch. The man proceeded to make the boy weak to his knees and made lights flash underneath his eyelids. As they continued their dance, occasionally the older man would pull away just a little nip at Mao’s soft lips, only to delve even deeper into boy’s mouth.
The kiss ended too quickly for both of them, so after pulling apart briefly to breathe, the older man wrapped his arms around Mao’s waist (and Mao’s own Daisuke’s shoulders), leaning back in to---
“Hamao-san! Watanabe-san! It‘s time to start rehearsals!”
----they were shaken from their trance with the realization that they were still at work, and not in the safe haven of Daisuke’s apartment.
They pulled away, panting, and trying to cool themselves down from their recent activity, just in case one of their coworkers were to open the door, and be presented with a full view of their somewhat-secret relationship.
As they made themselves look more presentable, Mao turned and smiled at his lover, who laughed loudly, bringing a hand up to cover his mouth, and pointed at Mao’s, once again, lopsided tie.
“Again?!”
“It’s okay. I’ll fix it.”
“You should! You’re the one who messed it up. And I just got it perfect.”
A light chuckle, “Yes, your majesty. And by the way, you weren’t complaining a second ago, now were you?”
Another blush, “…Dai-chan is a meanie!”
“I am, am I? While only seconds ago you were calling me a prince.”
Even if it were possible, Mao blushed even more.
“That you looked like one, not that you acted like one,” he teased.
Daisuke stuck his tongue jokingly.
“Well, I’ll show you how mean I am, when we get to my apartment.”
“But…we still have four hours of rehearsals!”
“We’ll just have to act quick, won’t we?”
“Ah…but!”
“Just leave it to me.”
The older man smirked and then winked, almost evilly, if that were possible, and walked out the door.
Mao smiled, as he turned to face the forgotten mirror behind him.
Captivating, that sounds good to me.
Though he knew his mind should reeling about what the man had it mind, but instead, with the compliment and the kiss still fresh in his mind, he followed Daisuke out the door, without a worry about what was to come, and no idea at how interesting that particular rehearsal would be.
THE END
Waaaah! This didn't turn out the way I wanted. I probably should have made it longer (like a little birdie told me LOL) but I figured w/ the length it would have lost the meaning (whatever meaning that is haha).
Anyway, I hope everyone likes the fics!
Comments and constructive criticism are always welcome!
To see the outfits that Mao and Daisuke were talking about, you can go here :)))
Thank you for reading! :))