[YnM] drabble: Muraki and Oriya on Saki
This is all zhynchan's fault, of course. Blame her.
Yami no Matsuei. Muraki and Oriya on Saki.
"When I look at you, I see you as 'his'," the doctor says as if they are talking about the weather over the steam over his cup.
His companion replies, "My friend, you insult me by saying that. I am not owned, not 'his', nor am I even 'yours'. I am my own possession and it is my decision to make whether I will belong to anyone." The man pauses, brushing back an errant stray hair before his eyes before sipping his tea. "This body is mine and I alone own it."
There is a glint in the eye that shows through a curtain of silver hair. "You did not seem to own your body when I first saw it on the tatami, thoroughly marked and ravished by my brother."
His friend pauses again and he thinks with an evil streak that he has finally won this battle of words; however, the man before him looks into his eyes and says softly, "Kazutaka, despite what you may think, sex is not about ownership."
"Oh, how naïve you can be," the doctor begins, only to be interrupted:
"It was, however, your brother who taught me that." His friend continues to stare into the teacup he holds in his hands before looking up and commenting with a sad smile, "And I suppose we were both naïve to think it, were we not?"
Yami no Matsuei. Muraki and Oriya on Saki.
"When I look at you, I see you as 'his'," the doctor says as if they are talking about the weather over the steam over his cup.
His companion replies, "My friend, you insult me by saying that. I am not owned, not 'his', nor am I even 'yours'. I am my own possession and it is my decision to make whether I will belong to anyone." The man pauses, brushing back an errant stray hair before his eyes before sipping his tea. "This body is mine and I alone own it."
There is a glint in the eye that shows through a curtain of silver hair. "You did not seem to own your body when I first saw it on the tatami, thoroughly marked and ravished by my brother."
His friend pauses again and he thinks with an evil streak that he has finally won this battle of words; however, the man before him looks into his eyes and says softly, "Kazutaka, despite what you may think, sex is not about ownership."
"Oh, how naïve you can be," the doctor begins, only to be interrupted:
"It was, however, your brother who taught me that." His friend continues to stare into the teacup he holds in his hands before looking up and commenting with a sad smile, "And I suppose we were both naïve to think it, were we not?"