Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words. [Soul Campaign]
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Title: Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words.
Characters/Pairing(s): Dojima & Roy, noisy cameo things from Matt & Rise + Souji & Yosuke
Rating: PG
Summary: While couples go a'bumping in the middle of the night...
Warnings? Sexy timez. Teeth-rotting fluff.
Notes: Set sometime after Roy and Dojima finally get together (sort of). The title is taken from the 31 Days theme for March 13, 2010.
Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words.
It started sometime past nine o’clock, right after Dojima had put Nanako to bed: a series of strange noises from all the way across the corridor. Matthew’s - Canada’s - unit, with Rise Kujikawa.
It’s all innocent, at first, just some knocking around that could easily be mistaken for whatever the hell the listener wanted to mistake it for. But then the giggling followed. Then the moaning. Then the ‘knocking around’ was more like two things verily ramming together, and with questionable rhythm as well…
Dojima decides to take a shower. He is, after all, a practical man.
One would think that cold water turned up strong and willful ignorance would quickly solve the problem of two very noisy floormates going at it like cats in heat, but unfortunately for Dojima, a new set of sounds has apparently decided to join in. It’s coming from the wall separating Souji and Yosuke’s unit from Dojima’s apartment. A wall conveniently located in his bedroom.
Dojima makes a mental note to make a post to DEMISE, remarking on how damned thin the walls in DCH are. Maybe someone in Shibusen will agree to remedy the situation sometime soon. Like tomorrow.
As he rounds over to his side of the room, as he sits on his bed and towels his hair and tries very hard not to sigh, Dojima considers his options. He could leave; it’s not too late. Maybe grab a drink or two. Or three. But there’s Nanako…
His train of thought is rudely derailed by a moan from beyond the wall. Was that… Hanamura?
The urge to find the nearest broom and rap against the wall very hard is getting harder to ignore.
“…They’re busy tonight.”
And he had, in his irritation, forgotten that he wasn’t the only one suffering tonight. Dojima raises himself up, peers over the edge of the divider separating his side from his partner’s. Mustang, he’s sprawled on his stomach on his own bed, peering at the wall. He doesn’t look all that irritated, which is surprising…
…or is it? This was Mustang, after all.
“Ought to tell them to keep it down. There are kids, you know.” (His daughter, namely.)
“They can’t really help it.”
And the irritation eases just a little, when Roy turns to look up at him with a smile.
“You could talk to them tomorrow.”
“I could…”
But that doesn’t solve the immediate problem, he can’t bring himself to say. Dojima sighs, stands up, paces. Moving helps; it keeps him busy. Keeps him from thinking.
But it doesn’t keep him from noticing the fact that Mustang’s watching him, smile still in place, eyes now a little distant. It’s usually easy to forget about the awkward-almost-but-not-quite-something between them.
Tonight is apparently the exception.
“You can go out, if you like. I can stay and make sure Nanako has company.”
And he should say something smart, should step up and take charge and maybe throw in a remark that’ll help them both laugh the whole thing off and go back to whatever it is that they call Normal. Words, however, are not Dojima’s strong point. Thankfully, action is.
“Make room, will you?”
“Eh-”
And he has the brief pleasure of catching the surprise (momentary vulnerability) as he marches right over, squeezes himself into that space beside the man that is now his Meister. He shifts about, using the need to get comfortable as an excuse to not look right into Roy’s eyes. He hugs the pillow, makes a small sound of relief, keeps his gaze rather studiously everywhere but where Roy is. And when Roy reaches out - when he feels fingers tentatively touching his hair, stroking his neck - he doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word.
He only lets this go on for a bit before finally reaching out himself, snaking an arm over his partner’s shoulders to pull him down.
Odd, how they fit together almost like a puzzle piece. Strange, how the knowledge that it’s another man whom he’s in bed with, whose quiet surprise is in the hitch of breath right below his chin. Odd, strange, yet somehow all right.
“Dojima-”
“Ryotaro.”
“…Ah. What are you…?”
“Making sure you and I both get some rest, with luck.” A pause. “Good night, Roy.”
The sounds don’t seem all that close anymore - it’s like it’s quiet enough for him to hear the silence between them. And then, right when he’s on the brink of drifting off:
“…Good night, Ryotaro.”
Title: Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words.
Characters/Pairing(s): Dojima & Roy, noisy cameo things from Matt & Rise + Souji & Yosuke
Rating: PG
Summary: While couples go a'bumping in the middle of the night...
Warnings? Sexy timez. Teeth-rotting fluff.
Notes: Set sometime after Roy and Dojima finally get together (sort of). The title is taken from the 31 Days theme for March 13, 2010.
Noise has one advantage: it drowns out words.
It started sometime past nine o’clock, right after Dojima had put Nanako to bed: a series of strange noises from all the way across the corridor. Matthew’s - Canada’s - unit, with Rise Kujikawa.
It’s all innocent, at first, just some knocking around that could easily be mistaken for whatever the hell the listener wanted to mistake it for. But then the giggling followed. Then the moaning. Then the ‘knocking around’ was more like two things verily ramming together, and with questionable rhythm as well…
Dojima decides to take a shower. He is, after all, a practical man.
One would think that cold water turned up strong and willful ignorance would quickly solve the problem of two very noisy floormates going at it like cats in heat, but unfortunately for Dojima, a new set of sounds has apparently decided to join in. It’s coming from the wall separating Souji and Yosuke’s unit from Dojima’s apartment. A wall conveniently located in his bedroom.
Dojima makes a mental note to make a post to DEMISE, remarking on how damned thin the walls in DCH are. Maybe someone in Shibusen will agree to remedy the situation sometime soon. Like tomorrow.
As he rounds over to his side of the room, as he sits on his bed and towels his hair and tries very hard not to sigh, Dojima considers his options. He could leave; it’s not too late. Maybe grab a drink or two. Or three. But there’s Nanako…
His train of thought is rudely derailed by a moan from beyond the wall. Was that… Hanamura?
The urge to find the nearest broom and rap against the wall very hard is getting harder to ignore.
“…They’re busy tonight.”
And he had, in his irritation, forgotten that he wasn’t the only one suffering tonight. Dojima raises himself up, peers over the edge of the divider separating his side from his partner’s. Mustang, he’s sprawled on his stomach on his own bed, peering at the wall. He doesn’t look all that irritated, which is surprising…
…or is it? This was Mustang, after all.
“Ought to tell them to keep it down. There are kids, you know.” (His daughter, namely.)
“They can’t really help it.”
And the irritation eases just a little, when Roy turns to look up at him with a smile.
“You could talk to them tomorrow.”
“I could…”
But that doesn’t solve the immediate problem, he can’t bring himself to say. Dojima sighs, stands up, paces. Moving helps; it keeps him busy. Keeps him from thinking.
But it doesn’t keep him from noticing the fact that Mustang’s watching him, smile still in place, eyes now a little distant. It’s usually easy to forget about the awkward-almost-but-not-quite-something between them.
Tonight is apparently the exception.
“You can go out, if you like. I can stay and make sure Nanako has company.”
And he should say something smart, should step up and take charge and maybe throw in a remark that’ll help them both laugh the whole thing off and go back to whatever it is that they call Normal. Words, however, are not Dojima’s strong point. Thankfully, action is.
“Make room, will you?”
“Eh-”
And he has the brief pleasure of catching the surprise (momentary vulnerability) as he marches right over, squeezes himself into that space beside the man that is now his Meister. He shifts about, using the need to get comfortable as an excuse to not look right into Roy’s eyes. He hugs the pillow, makes a small sound of relief, keeps his gaze rather studiously everywhere but where Roy is. And when Roy reaches out - when he feels fingers tentatively touching his hair, stroking his neck - he doesn’t move, doesn’t say a word.
He only lets this go on for a bit before finally reaching out himself, snaking an arm over his partner’s shoulders to pull him down.
Odd, how they fit together almost like a puzzle piece. Strange, how the knowledge that it’s another man whom he’s in bed with, whose quiet surprise is in the hitch of breath right below his chin. Odd, strange, yet somehow all right.
“Dojima-”
“Ryotaro.”
“…Ah. What are you…?”
“Making sure you and I both get some rest, with luck.” A pause. “Good night, Roy.”
The sounds don’t seem all that close anymore - it’s like it’s quiet enough for him to hear the silence between them. And then, right when he’s on the brink of drifting off:
“…Good night, Ryotaro.”