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Fandom: Gravitation
Pairing: Tohma/Ryuichi
Line: "And Tohma looked as sleek and beautiful and dangerous as Ryuichi thought he would be, but it wasn't the darkness in his smile that sent shivers down the vocalist's spine."
Word Count: 382.
Sweet Insanity.
“The stalker that was sending you those wilted flowers and decapitated teddies was finally found and arrested.” Tohma informed the other, snapping his cellphone shut, and giving a friendly smile to Ryuichi as he leaned over the back of the couch to look at the drawing that the vocalist was making with his crayons.
Innocently, Ryuichi smiled back up at him, hugging Kumagoro closer. “Kumagoro is glad! He didn’t like that man sending us all those dead flowers!”
“You mustn’t blame him. He just loved you a little too much.” Tohma laughed and reached down to stroke one hand through Ryuichi’s hand, watching the other’s eyes scrunch up with pleasure as he nuzzled into the touch.
Ryuichi laughed as well, opening his eyes wide and giving Tohma a teasing look, along with the almost coquettish question, “But you love me best, right?”
The question got exactly the response that Ryuichi had wanted - Tohma looked as sleek and beautiful and dangerous as Ryuichi thought he would be, but it wasn't the darkness in his smile that sent shivers down the vocalist's spine. Rather, it was the sense of recognition: I know you, the sense that some part of Ryuichi matched the shadows behind the crystalline eyes.
And it was that part that Tohma craved and sought to awaken as he answered that with a soft, drawn-out kiss, petal-soft lips tracing up the line of Ryuichi’s jaw so that Tohma could whisper into the other man’s ear, “Of course I do. Ryu-chan and Ryuichi and Sakuma-san… I love them all. Right now though, I think that I’d love Ryuichi best.”
The vocalist took the hint, letting go of the crayons and his stuffed rabbit to pull Tohma eagerly onto the white leather sofa. Wide, happy azure eyes narrowed and sparkled like jewels and Ryuichi started to undress the other even as he answered, “You always love Ryuichi best, because you’re the only one who gets to see him.”
“And because he only ever sees me, Ryuichi loves me best.” The smile that edged Ryuichi’s lips was every bit as sharp as Tohma’s at hearing the other say that, and the razorblade kiss they shared silently confirmed the pianist’s words.
After all, to love someone insanely is not so different from loving someone insane.
~Fin~
Pairing: Tohma/Ryuichi
Line: "And Tohma looked as sleek and beautiful and dangerous as Ryuichi thought he would be, but it wasn't the darkness in his smile that sent shivers down the vocalist's spine."
Word Count: 382.
Sweet Insanity.
“The stalker that was sending you those wilted flowers and decapitated teddies was finally found and arrested.” Tohma informed the other, snapping his cellphone shut, and giving a friendly smile to Ryuichi as he leaned over the back of the couch to look at the drawing that the vocalist was making with his crayons.
Innocently, Ryuichi smiled back up at him, hugging Kumagoro closer. “Kumagoro is glad! He didn’t like that man sending us all those dead flowers!”
“You mustn’t blame him. He just loved you a little too much.” Tohma laughed and reached down to stroke one hand through Ryuichi’s hand, watching the other’s eyes scrunch up with pleasure as he nuzzled into the touch.
Ryuichi laughed as well, opening his eyes wide and giving Tohma a teasing look, along with the almost coquettish question, “But you love me best, right?”
The question got exactly the response that Ryuichi had wanted - Tohma looked as sleek and beautiful and dangerous as Ryuichi thought he would be, but it wasn't the darkness in his smile that sent shivers down the vocalist's spine. Rather, it was the sense of recognition: I know you, the sense that some part of Ryuichi matched the shadows behind the crystalline eyes.
And it was that part that Tohma craved and sought to awaken as he answered that with a soft, drawn-out kiss, petal-soft lips tracing up the line of Ryuichi’s jaw so that Tohma could whisper into the other man’s ear, “Of course I do. Ryu-chan and Ryuichi and Sakuma-san… I love them all. Right now though, I think that I’d love Ryuichi best.”
The vocalist took the hint, letting go of the crayons and his stuffed rabbit to pull Tohma eagerly onto the white leather sofa. Wide, happy azure eyes narrowed and sparkled like jewels and Ryuichi started to undress the other even as he answered, “You always love Ryuichi best, because you’re the only one who gets to see him.”
“And because he only ever sees me, Ryuichi loves me best.” The smile that edged Ryuichi’s lips was every bit as sharp as Tohma’s at hearing the other say that, and the razorblade kiss they shared silently confirmed the pianist’s words.
After all, to love someone insanely is not so different from loving someone insane.
~Fin~