One fast tidbit of Sakon/Mitsunari...
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Theme #10: afterglow; put your clothes on
Pairing: Sakon/Mitsunari
Rating: PG-13 (Kissing, touching, mentions of smex)
Notes: THE AFTERMATH OF “MUSIC” 8D …No, not really. But it could be.
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The sound of shuffling clothing tickled his senses. From what he could tell the sun had just risen; noticeable sunlight had spread itself on the screen doors. Before he could indulge in his early morning haze, however, an unpleasant thud to his head shook him from his slumber. He opened his eyes, stared for a moment at the pillow that assaulted him and then towards his attacker. Mitsunari, the left side of his hair flared up from the night before, towered over him with crossed arms and a slight frown. He said something, but Sakon was too distracted by the little hazel curl and his lord’s exposed neck line to register any of the words.
“Are you listening to me?”
“… Do you really expect me to take you seriously with hair like that?” Sakon mused.
Muttering to himself, Mitsunari grabbed the left side of his head as if trying to hide the unusual feature and sighed in frustration. “I have work to do, do me a favor and put your clothes on.”
“It amazes me that you’re up, before me no less. Apparently, I need to work on my techni--”
“Sakon!”
A slight chuckle. “Yes, my lord.”
Mitsunari, satisfied when his retainer finally made an attempt to dress himself, attempted to eliminate the raised portion of his hair. Failing with a comb earlier that morning, he tried threading his fingers through the ringlet and flattening it by rubbing his palm on the spot. When his attempts proved futile-and only served to ruin his image further-- he sighed, almost groaned, and absentmindedly flicked at the nuisance. Feeling eyes on his back, he shot a quick glance at Sakon, who turned around just in time to pretend he was busy fixing his attire instead of snickering in the background.
Mitsunari scoffed and turned to gather his outer kimono from the floor, only to jump at the arms that suddenly invaded his waist and the light kiss that was planted behind his ear.
“What are you doing?” he asked, obviously un-amused.
A small smirk. “A return gift, for those neck nibbles last night.”
“I never bit you,” was the reply, said half in disbelief, half in disgust.
“Are you sure about that?”
Sake usually never had a chance to make him do anything embarrassing, as Mitsunari disliked the idea of indulging himself in the drink, but even he had to admit slight intoxication yesterday night. Mitsunari turned his head and peered suspiciously at his partner’s neck. “You don’t have any-mmph!“
Adequate punishment would have to be issued later. That is, if Mitsunari remembered anything past the fleeting sensation of the older man’s lips as they barely touched upon his and the sensation of his cool, rough hand as it slipped into his kimono and glided across his collar bone. Unintentionally reacting to the sudden chill, he slightly parted his mouth and allowed himself to be turned as the other gently pulled him in for another kiss. Mitsunari would never admit it, but he found he rather enjoyed Sakon with his morning hair, slightly tousled, free from the usual neat ponytail. Unable to resist, he carefully thread his fingers through the dark matter, earning him an intriguing noise from the other man.
“Did you just growl?” Mitsunari questioned, breaking off the contact.
“Maybe,” Sakon answered. About to sneak in another small kiss, he stopped short when Mitsunari lifted a small comb to his lips.
“If you have that much energy, fix my hair.”
A command resembling that of a small child’s, but still a command nevertheless. A quick mischievous smile earned him a moment’s pleasure of witnessing a slight fluster that rose to Mitsunari’s cheeks, though he tried to hide it by looking the other direction. Laughing, he took the comb offered and replied, “Of course,” as he ran his fingers through his next task. Mitsunari frowned further.
It wasn’t exactly the method that Sakon pictured to get his lord back onto the futon, but it would have to do. After all, he couldn’t have asked for better future blackmail.
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*…I feel weird writing a blush scene. I usually try not to make male characters blush, mainly because it makes me feel like I’m degrading their masculinity (not like Mitsunari has much to begin with… *GETSSHOT*), but I thought it fit in nicely this time so I tried it out.
**I apologize for the crappy ending. And the weird flow of this piece in general… might fix it later if I get some inspiration.
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