[OOC: AxA Loveless!AU Drabbles]
Special request by eternalfayt: AxA in the Loveless world. XD; Uuuh. It's been forever since I've watched/read Loveless, so I did this out of love and cat ears. XD YES! So if I made some mistakes, that's why. OTL I should do some research on Loveless... Or rewatch the anime. Whatever.
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"...Are you sure?"
"Y-yes."
Antonio hears the hesitation behind the positive answer. Green eyes take in the fierce blush on those cheeks he likes to kiss and he wonders (...wonders...) if this is really such a good idea. His gaze slowly switches up to blond, flattened cat ears and he sighs softly. And he's always thought them cute...
"...Antonio?"
Hesitation.
Fear.
Nervousness.
Hurt.
The Fighter leans and gently kisses against those virgin ears, making them twitch while cheeks blush darker. The whisper of cotton against denim breaks the weighted silence in the room and Antonio closes his eyes as he gently holds the smaller, rigid body of his Sacrifice to him. Even when it hurts to do so.
"...Are we--"
"I'll be all right. Don't worry."
"But you--"
"Not until you really want me to..." He whispers against those ears. Softly. Sincerely. "Not until then, Beloved."
"You said you weren't hurt too badly."
Antonio tried not to squirm under the stare of those accusing green eyes, but ended up fidgetting anyway, scratching at a bandage on his cheek as he tried to smile his way out of this one as he usually did. Unfortunately, said smiles didn't work on eternally PMS-ing sixteen year olds. As his friend Francis would say, "Le sigh~"
"It's not as bad as it looks. Honest!" Antonio insisted as Arthur fell into step with him on their way to his car. "And I'm used to taking care of myself after fights. You don't have to worry about--"
"I'm not worried about YOU, bloody idiot!" The response was sharp, cutting. A weaker man would have cowered and hid, but thank goodness Antonio was made of sterner, denser stuff. He barely breaks a stride as they continue on walking to his car. "I'm worried about MYSELF! I'm new to all this, remember? What if you go too far and I die?"
"That'll never happen."
They've reached the car by now, a surprisingly sleek and classy vehicle, and his charge had fallen silent.
Antonio had heard every word and for once couldn't ignore them. They struck too deep and he wasn't that dense that he wouldn't be moved. Or pained.
"I'll make sure of it."
He could still clearly see the doubt in those cool green eyes of his Sacrifice when he said the words and he wasn't surprised. He guessed he would just have to prove himself and he looked forward to it.
"...Could you stop looking at me like that?"
Arthur was blushing and annoyed and it was the cutest thing Antonio had ever seen. He would have reached across the table and given the younger boy a hug if it wouldn't make their ice cream sundaes fall to the floor. Oh and if Arthur wouldn't yell and punch his lights out, but Antonio didn't really think about that.
Anyway, Arthur was blushing and Antonio couldn't stop smiling happily as excitement twittered around in his belly like a butterfly.
"They really said that?" Antonio asked, unconsciously leaning closer towards the blond who was now sulkily sucking on his spoon. Arthur eyed him dangerously for his closeness. The Spaniard didn't care. "They did?"
His Sacrifice looked annoyed and embarrassed at having to say it again. It was so cute. "Yes..." Antonio grinned. "And it's stupid! Stupid I tell you!"
The words seemed to sail over the Fighter's head as he chuckled and took another spoonful of his ice cream happily. "Mmmmm~ I think it's cute~"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "You think EVERYTHING is cute."
"Not true." Antonio popped the cherry into his mouth, stalk and all, and started chewing, talking and smiling around it. "Most anything involving you is just cute, is all~"
And at that Arthur practically growled, teeth clenching, hands tightening, eyes flashing, and launched into a well-practiced monologue.
"I am NOT CUTE! Cute is for small animals and girls! BOYS are NOT CUTE! How many times do I have to tell you this, daft idiot??"
And to all that, again, Antonio just chuckled, flashing his charge a cheerful smile. "But you are, Arthur~" Plus a playful wink. "And I wouldn't mind being your boyfriend for real~"
"W-what--"
A surprised and flustered Arthur was quieter and redder and Antonio couldn't resist moving closer to get a closer look. Arthur tried to move back, but his chair didn't seem to want to cooperate and he looked terrified when the Fighter was too close. Antonio took that in, along with those beautiful spring green eyes, the cute flush on his cheeks and lips, and smiled warmly.
"What do you say?"
Uuuuh...I think I write teen!Arthur like Lovi. XD; Oh man...
~*~
"...Are you sure?"
"Y-yes."
Antonio hears the hesitation behind the positive answer. Green eyes take in the fierce blush on those cheeks he likes to kiss and he wonders (...wonders...) if this is really such a good idea. His gaze slowly switches up to blond, flattened cat ears and he sighs softly. And he's always thought them cute...
"...Antonio?"
Hesitation.
Fear.
Nervousness.
Hurt.
The Fighter leans and gently kisses against those virgin ears, making them twitch while cheeks blush darker. The whisper of cotton against denim breaks the weighted silence in the room and Antonio closes his eyes as he gently holds the smaller, rigid body of his Sacrifice to him. Even when it hurts to do so.
"...Are we--"
"I'll be all right. Don't worry."
"But you--"
"Not until you really want me to..." He whispers against those ears. Softly. Sincerely. "Not until then, Beloved."
"You said you weren't hurt too badly."
Antonio tried not to squirm under the stare of those accusing green eyes, but ended up fidgetting anyway, scratching at a bandage on his cheek as he tried to smile his way out of this one as he usually did. Unfortunately, said smiles didn't work on eternally PMS-ing sixteen year olds. As his friend Francis would say, "Le sigh~"
"It's not as bad as it looks. Honest!" Antonio insisted as Arthur fell into step with him on their way to his car. "And I'm used to taking care of myself after fights. You don't have to worry about--"
"I'm not worried about YOU, bloody idiot!" The response was sharp, cutting. A weaker man would have cowered and hid, but thank goodness Antonio was made of sterner, denser stuff. He barely breaks a stride as they continue on walking to his car. "I'm worried about MYSELF! I'm new to all this, remember? What if you go too far and I die?"
"That'll never happen."
They've reached the car by now, a surprisingly sleek and classy vehicle, and his charge had fallen silent.
Antonio had heard every word and for once couldn't ignore them. They struck too deep and he wasn't that dense that he wouldn't be moved. Or pained.
"I'll make sure of it."
He could still clearly see the doubt in those cool green eyes of his Sacrifice when he said the words and he wasn't surprised. He guessed he would just have to prove himself and he looked forward to it.
"...Could you stop looking at me like that?"
Arthur was blushing and annoyed and it was the cutest thing Antonio had ever seen. He would have reached across the table and given the younger boy a hug if it wouldn't make their ice cream sundaes fall to the floor. Oh and if Arthur wouldn't yell and punch his lights out, but Antonio didn't really think about that.
Anyway, Arthur was blushing and Antonio couldn't stop smiling happily as excitement twittered around in his belly like a butterfly.
"They really said that?" Antonio asked, unconsciously leaning closer towards the blond who was now sulkily sucking on his spoon. Arthur eyed him dangerously for his closeness. The Spaniard didn't care. "They did?"
His Sacrifice looked annoyed and embarrassed at having to say it again. It was so cute. "Yes..." Antonio grinned. "And it's stupid! Stupid I tell you!"
The words seemed to sail over the Fighter's head as he chuckled and took another spoonful of his ice cream happily. "Mmmmm~ I think it's cute~"
Arthur rolled his eyes. "You think EVERYTHING is cute."
"Not true." Antonio popped the cherry into his mouth, stalk and all, and started chewing, talking and smiling around it. "Most anything involving you is just cute, is all~"
And at that Arthur practically growled, teeth clenching, hands tightening, eyes flashing, and launched into a well-practiced monologue.
"I am NOT CUTE! Cute is for small animals and girls! BOYS are NOT CUTE! How many times do I have to tell you this, daft idiot??"
And to all that, again, Antonio just chuckled, flashing his charge a cheerful smile. "But you are, Arthur~" Plus a playful wink. "And I wouldn't mind being your boyfriend for real~"
"W-what--"
A surprised and flustered Arthur was quieter and redder and Antonio couldn't resist moving closer to get a closer look. Arthur tried to move back, but his chair didn't seem to want to cooperate and he looked terrified when the Fighter was too close. Antonio took that in, along with those beautiful spring green eyes, the cute flush on his cheeks and lips, and smiled warmly.
"What do you say?"
Uuuuh...I think I write teen!Arthur like Lovi. XD; Oh man...