Fic [by zoesque]
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Author: zoesque
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 530
A/N: May be part of a longer thing, maybe. Keeps to my usual trend of only vaguely alluding to the prompt.
Keigo tells him the truth on the third day.
Yuushi is sitting at the wrought iron table on the balcony, staring out at Monaco, all seaside and immaculate streets below. The Mediterrannean blurs out into the haze of the day, just before the horizon, and the green slope of the mountainside is a gradient of colour, shifting into the city.
He’s had a cappuccino already that morning, but he can’t say no to anything at all when Keigo brings him another one, sets the oversize cup on the table with a neat clink. The froth is almost overflowing, and reminds Yuushi of clouds like the day’s clear sky cannot. Keigo stands by the railing, leans his elbows against it. He’s squinting a bit in the sunlight.
Yuushi says, “I love this place, and I am seriously considering stealing it away from whoever owns it. Would they miss it, do you think?”
“Yes,” Keigo replies, smiling. “People don’t often misplace summer homes in the south of France.”
“Well, they can miss it all they please, but I may have to insist on having it,” reasons Yuushi, stretching his arms out in front of him, pawing slowly over the table and then back again, like a cat. “I deserve a nice thing every now and again.”
“I would miss it,” says Keigo. Yuushi laughs.
“How human-feeling of you, such empathy for your fellow man,” and then he stops. Keigo’s expression is perfectly relaxed, his hands unclenched, dangling against the railing. “Keigo.”
“You’re not surprised.”
Yuushi has no idea how he could be. Being surprised at anything Keigo does is like being surprised at the sun’s capacity for heat or light; this is the movement of the spheres, and what happens is much less important than its meaning.
“Keigo,” Yuushi begins, only now he’s gotten greedy, “Is this because you love me?”
Yuushi is neither surprised when Keigo goes a deep shade of red, and whirls around to face the view. His shoulders have bunched together slightly, protective, and the sight of them is too much for Yuushi to not want to touch.
So he does, and Keigo doesn’t startle at all, even when Yuushi blows air on his nape.
“Your hackles are up,” Yuushi informs him. Keigo doesn’t reply, so Yuushi slides his hands over Keigo’s shoulders, looping his arms around Keigo’s chest. “Are you going to answer, or are you going to change the topic?”
“I wasn’t aware you had asked anything that needed answering,” Keigo says, at length.
“Oh, you’re going to be evasive, that works just as well,” Yuushi grins. Keigo makes an irked sound, something like a snort, but somehow more dignified. “And now you’re making sounds!”
And then Yuushi realizes, all at once.
They stand a long while, the cotton of Keigo’s shirt going warm underneath the sun and Yuushi’s hold.
“One day,” Yuushi tells Keigo, splaying his hands over Keigo’s chest, “I am going to say ‘I love you’, and you are going to answer properly and find it won’t actually kill you.”
Keigo goes red all over again, and Yuushi laughs and laughs while the afternoon meanders on and on, a slow progression of sunlight.
END.
Author: zoesque
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 530
A/N: May be part of a longer thing, maybe. Keeps to my usual trend of only vaguely alluding to the prompt.
Keigo tells him the truth on the third day.
Yuushi is sitting at the wrought iron table on the balcony, staring out at Monaco, all seaside and immaculate streets below. The Mediterrannean blurs out into the haze of the day, just before the horizon, and the green slope of the mountainside is a gradient of colour, shifting into the city.
He’s had a cappuccino already that morning, but he can’t say no to anything at all when Keigo brings him another one, sets the oversize cup on the table with a neat clink. The froth is almost overflowing, and reminds Yuushi of clouds like the day’s clear sky cannot. Keigo stands by the railing, leans his elbows against it. He’s squinting a bit in the sunlight.
Yuushi says, “I love this place, and I am seriously considering stealing it away from whoever owns it. Would they miss it, do you think?”
“Yes,” Keigo replies, smiling. “People don’t often misplace summer homes in the south of France.”
“Well, they can miss it all they please, but I may have to insist on having it,” reasons Yuushi, stretching his arms out in front of him, pawing slowly over the table and then back again, like a cat. “I deserve a nice thing every now and again.”
“I would miss it,” says Keigo. Yuushi laughs.
“How human-feeling of you, such empathy for your fellow man,” and then he stops. Keigo’s expression is perfectly relaxed, his hands unclenched, dangling against the railing. “Keigo.”
“You’re not surprised.”
Yuushi has no idea how he could be. Being surprised at anything Keigo does is like being surprised at the sun’s capacity for heat or light; this is the movement of the spheres, and what happens is much less important than its meaning.
“Keigo,” Yuushi begins, only now he’s gotten greedy, “Is this because you love me?”
Yuushi is neither surprised when Keigo goes a deep shade of red, and whirls around to face the view. His shoulders have bunched together slightly, protective, and the sight of them is too much for Yuushi to not want to touch.
So he does, and Keigo doesn’t startle at all, even when Yuushi blows air on his nape.
“Your hackles are up,” Yuushi informs him. Keigo doesn’t reply, so Yuushi slides his hands over Keigo’s shoulders, looping his arms around Keigo’s chest. “Are you going to answer, or are you going to change the topic?”
“I wasn’t aware you had asked anything that needed answering,” Keigo says, at length.
“Oh, you’re going to be evasive, that works just as well,” Yuushi grins. Keigo makes an irked sound, something like a snort, but somehow more dignified. “And now you’re making sounds!”
And then Yuushi realizes, all at once.
They stand a long while, the cotton of Keigo’s shirt going warm underneath the sun and Yuushi’s hold.
“One day,” Yuushi tells Keigo, splaying his hands over Keigo’s chest, “I am going to say ‘I love you’, and you are going to answer properly and find it won’t actually kill you.”
Keigo goes red all over again, and Yuushi laughs and laughs while the afternoon meanders on and on, a slow progression of sunlight.
END.