(FIC) How Boredom Leads to BDSM for kedi_kedi by justsonya
Author: justsonya
For: kedi_kedi
Title: How Boredom Leads to BDSM
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu
Rating: PG-15
Summary: After more than a decade together, Yagyuu worries that Niou is bored and needs a hobby. Niou, however, is fully capable of picking up a hobby on his own.
Warnings: Suggestions of bondage and sex, but no explicit porn.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.
A/N: I think this is adorable and I hope kedi_kedi does too. I tailored it extensively to her interests.
It had all started out quite innocently, really. It was obvious that the combination of his own career in medicine, which kept him at the hospital for long hours, and Masaharu’s, which allowed him to work at home while he wrote, had infected his mischievous partner with a growing sense of boredom and isolation. Yagyuu was sure every couple had problems like this over time, and had dutifully done his research before approaching Masaharu with his suggestion one Friday night.
"You need a hobby," Yagyuu offered over dinner, having made sure that they managed to sit down together at the hand-me-down table Yagyuu’s mother had given them when they’d purchased their apartment. "Something to keep you entertained in your downtime." All the research he’d done had suggested that this was the perfect answer to the restlessness and rising levels of destructive mischief he could see brewing in Masaharu. "Maybe learn something new, or do something creative? Something that puts that clever brain of yours to use."
He was well aware that it was only the fact that he’d brought home all of Masaharu’s favorite foods that kept him from a brutal kick to the shin under the table for even considering pointing out a flaw in the other man. There was, after all, very little Yagyuu didn’t know or understand about Masaharu. For all the education he’d gone through and all the degrees he’d earned, Yagyuu had studied nothing as intently as he had his partner.
"Asshole," Niou snorted at him, stuffing his mouth with a speed that hadn’t faded in the least over the past fifteen years. "There’s nothing wrong with me, my brain, or what I do with my time."
"We could go to the bookstore this weekend, look around for ideas," Yagyuu offered, having already arranged for a full weekend off to help in the endeavor. "We could go to a dozen or so, if we need to. If you don’t find anything interesting, I’ll let it go."
Negotiation, he’d learned years ago, was always important. Theirs was a relationship of give and take, balanced on a soul-deep understanding of each other’s needs. If spending a weekend looking at various books on hobbies and activities would mean that Masaharu would stop tossing and turning at night while waiting for him to come home, he’d do it. Truthfully Yagyuu would do almost anything to soothe and please the other man. He was just very aware that it could never appear that he was doing so. He’d learned that in high school when Masaharu had given him a black eye for ‘treating him like some sort of girl’.
"You have the whole weekend off?" Niou looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and licked his lips lazily, appetite satisfied for now. "Who’d you have to fuck to make that happen?" There was a tone to his question that had Yagyuu’s eyebrow moving up to match Niou’s.
"I put in a lot of extra time this month so that I could avoid being on call this weekend." He’d also given up a lot of sleep in the process, which he didn’t bother to point out. Masaharu would know to the minute how much time he’d missed from his normal position in their bed, curled around the other man, arm tucked around his waist, face nuzzled against the back of his neck despite the still-present ponytail.
He should have known, of course, that any idea he had of solving a problem for Masaharu would always come to light long after his lover had already found his own solution. It was the wicked gleam in the other man’s eyes that reminded him of this, and had him setting his drink down on the table and leaning forward instinctively. He’d never been able to resist Masaharu’s troublesome but painfully attractive temperamental nature.
"I’ll have you know, fussypants, that I have already found a new hobby," Niou smirked at Yagyuu cheerfully and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "The day I have to wait for you to figure out the answer to a problem is the day I also agree there’s some sort of logical point to grocery shopping, answering the phone, or cleaning."
The thought of Masaharu with a new, undefined hobby was enough to make even Yagyuu’s eyes widen a bit, and have him swallowing with nervousness he hadn’t felt in quite a while. He still remembered the last time he’d felt this sinking feeling of terror, when he’d gotten off a vacation flight with Masaharu that should have left them in Hawaii to find himself in Canada. Yagyuu had actually come close to fainting a few times during that trip, but they’d come back married and happy.
"You found a new hobby," Yagyuu echoed, nervous fingers twisting the wedding band on his left hand in slow circles. "It doesn’t involve childbearing of any sort, does it?"
Niou laughed at him then, long and deep, and in that soft, warm tone that made all sorts of things in Yagyuu’s body go tight and hot. "You can be a whiny bitch sometimes, Hiroshi, but I’m still pretty damned sure you’re male. So your absent uterus is safe from my pillaging ways."
Normally, that might have soothed Yagyuu somewhat, but the look in Masaharu’s eyes did nothing to calm him. Trying to buy some time, he stood and started clearing the table, ignoring the fact that after all this time he was still capable of blushing when Masaharu teased him. Maybe it would be better not to know, he told himself, what insane idea his husband had come up with. Instead he focused on washing dishes, letting the methodical work calm his nerves somewhat.
"Don’t you want to know what it is, Hiroshi?" The teasing drawl came from behind him and was followed by the slide of arms around his waist as he was hugged from behind. "You must have been worried to bring up such a dangerous idea, after all."
It took Yagyuu’s mind a moment to interpret that because Masaharu’s hands were moving in wicked ways over his stomach as clever fingers worked his trousers open. Not that he was complaining, of course, because whole worlds of pleasure tended to start with Masaharu getting him out of his pants. It was only when he felt something silky slide over his skin that he blinked and tried to focus again, looking down only to find his view obstructed by his own shirt.
"What," he coughed slightly as his voice broke at the same time that he felt something silky slide between his thighs, one of Masaharu’s clever hands lifting his delicate parts out of the way. "Nnnh… what are you…?"
"Oh my poor, sweet Hiroshi," Niou teased him, tongue slipping out to trace his earlobe. "You should know by now that any hobby I chose would have to have something to do with you. If the hospital is going to keep you so busy for the next couple of years, then I’ll have to make the best of my time with you, so that you remember where you belong, and who you belong to."
Yagyuu’s brain melted into hot waves and he gave in completely, leaning back against his husband and surrendering to him completely, something that both of them found to be quite pleasurable and entertaining for the next several hours. He had to admit, as good as he was at researching ideas, nothing compared to Masaharu on a mission and his ability to pick up new skills in a flash when needed.
He fell asleep that night the way he always should. Masaharu’s arm wrapped around his arm which was tucked around that thin waist, his chest pressed to that bony but strong back, his nose nestled against that long, shaggy hair that always smelled so wonderfully of Masaharu. The fact that they both slept through the night without waking pleased him even more, and quieted the concern that had been gnawing at him that he was neglecting the most important person in his world.
It wasn’t until he looked at himself in the mirror the next morning to shave that Yagyuu’s eyebrow twitched. The towel around his waist did nothing to cover the marks on his body that twirled and moved like swirls of rope across his skin. It twitched again when a bony chin planted itself on his shoulder and eyes filled with wicked humor admired the results of his handiwork in the mirror.
"I sacrificed a lot of produce to learn how to get the tension just right," Niou commented, nipping at the side of his neck lightly. "Enough to leave a mark without deep bruising. It looks beautiful on you."
Yagyuu’s eyebrow lowered slowly and he turned his head to kiss his husband warmly. He should have known his Masaharu would pick up a hobby like shibari to entertain himself with. After a night like last night, he knew he wouldn’t be complaining about it, either. So instead of complaining, he responded the best way he knew how.
"Of course it does," he said simply. "You did it."
For: kedi_kedi
Title: How Boredom Leads to BDSM
Characters: Niou, Yagyuu
Rating: PG-15
Summary: After more than a decade together, Yagyuu worries that Niou is bored and needs a hobby. Niou, however, is fully capable of picking up a hobby on his own.
Warnings: Suggestions of bondage and sex, but no explicit porn.
Disclaimer: Don’t own ‘em.
A/N: I think this is adorable and I hope kedi_kedi does too. I tailored it extensively to her interests.
It had all started out quite innocently, really. It was obvious that the combination of his own career in medicine, which kept him at the hospital for long hours, and Masaharu’s, which allowed him to work at home while he wrote, had infected his mischievous partner with a growing sense of boredom and isolation. Yagyuu was sure every couple had problems like this over time, and had dutifully done his research before approaching Masaharu with his suggestion one Friday night.
"You need a hobby," Yagyuu offered over dinner, having made sure that they managed to sit down together at the hand-me-down table Yagyuu’s mother had given them when they’d purchased their apartment. "Something to keep you entertained in your downtime." All the research he’d done had suggested that this was the perfect answer to the restlessness and rising levels of destructive mischief he could see brewing in Masaharu. "Maybe learn something new, or do something creative? Something that puts that clever brain of yours to use."
He was well aware that it was only the fact that he’d brought home all of Masaharu’s favorite foods that kept him from a brutal kick to the shin under the table for even considering pointing out a flaw in the other man. There was, after all, very little Yagyuu didn’t know or understand about Masaharu. For all the education he’d gone through and all the degrees he’d earned, Yagyuu had studied nothing as intently as he had his partner.
"Asshole," Niou snorted at him, stuffing his mouth with a speed that hadn’t faded in the least over the past fifteen years. "There’s nothing wrong with me, my brain, or what I do with my time."
"We could go to the bookstore this weekend, look around for ideas," Yagyuu offered, having already arranged for a full weekend off to help in the endeavor. "We could go to a dozen or so, if we need to. If you don’t find anything interesting, I’ll let it go."
Negotiation, he’d learned years ago, was always important. Theirs was a relationship of give and take, balanced on a soul-deep understanding of each other’s needs. If spending a weekend looking at various books on hobbies and activities would mean that Masaharu would stop tossing and turning at night while waiting for him to come home, he’d do it. Truthfully Yagyuu would do almost anything to soothe and please the other man. He was just very aware that it could never appear that he was doing so. He’d learned that in high school when Masaharu had given him a black eye for ‘treating him like some sort of girl’.
"You have the whole weekend off?" Niou looked up at him with a raised eyebrow and licked his lips lazily, appetite satisfied for now. "Who’d you have to fuck to make that happen?" There was a tone to his question that had Yagyuu’s eyebrow moving up to match Niou’s.
"I put in a lot of extra time this month so that I could avoid being on call this weekend." He’d also given up a lot of sleep in the process, which he didn’t bother to point out. Masaharu would know to the minute how much time he’d missed from his normal position in their bed, curled around the other man, arm tucked around his waist, face nuzzled against the back of his neck despite the still-present ponytail.
He should have known, of course, that any idea he had of solving a problem for Masaharu would always come to light long after his lover had already found his own solution. It was the wicked gleam in the other man’s eyes that reminded him of this, and had him setting his drink down on the table and leaning forward instinctively. He’d never been able to resist Masaharu’s troublesome but painfully attractive temperamental nature.
"I’ll have you know, fussypants, that I have already found a new hobby," Niou smirked at Yagyuu cheerfully and leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms over his chest. "The day I have to wait for you to figure out the answer to a problem is the day I also agree there’s some sort of logical point to grocery shopping, answering the phone, or cleaning."
The thought of Masaharu with a new, undefined hobby was enough to make even Yagyuu’s eyes widen a bit, and have him swallowing with nervousness he hadn’t felt in quite a while. He still remembered the last time he’d felt this sinking feeling of terror, when he’d gotten off a vacation flight with Masaharu that should have left them in Hawaii to find himself in Canada. Yagyuu had actually come close to fainting a few times during that trip, but they’d come back married and happy.
"You found a new hobby," Yagyuu echoed, nervous fingers twisting the wedding band on his left hand in slow circles. "It doesn’t involve childbearing of any sort, does it?"
Niou laughed at him then, long and deep, and in that soft, warm tone that made all sorts of things in Yagyuu’s body go tight and hot. "You can be a whiny bitch sometimes, Hiroshi, but I’m still pretty damned sure you’re male. So your absent uterus is safe from my pillaging ways."
Normally, that might have soothed Yagyuu somewhat, but the look in Masaharu’s eyes did nothing to calm him. Trying to buy some time, he stood and started clearing the table, ignoring the fact that after all this time he was still capable of blushing when Masaharu teased him. Maybe it would be better not to know, he told himself, what insane idea his husband had come up with. Instead he focused on washing dishes, letting the methodical work calm his nerves somewhat.
"Don’t you want to know what it is, Hiroshi?" The teasing drawl came from behind him and was followed by the slide of arms around his waist as he was hugged from behind. "You must have been worried to bring up such a dangerous idea, after all."
It took Yagyuu’s mind a moment to interpret that because Masaharu’s hands were moving in wicked ways over his stomach as clever fingers worked his trousers open. Not that he was complaining, of course, because whole worlds of pleasure tended to start with Masaharu getting him out of his pants. It was only when he felt something silky slide over his skin that he blinked and tried to focus again, looking down only to find his view obstructed by his own shirt.
"What," he coughed slightly as his voice broke at the same time that he felt something silky slide between his thighs, one of Masaharu’s clever hands lifting his delicate parts out of the way. "Nnnh… what are you…?"
"Oh my poor, sweet Hiroshi," Niou teased him, tongue slipping out to trace his earlobe. "You should know by now that any hobby I chose would have to have something to do with you. If the hospital is going to keep you so busy for the next couple of years, then I’ll have to make the best of my time with you, so that you remember where you belong, and who you belong to."
Yagyuu’s brain melted into hot waves and he gave in completely, leaning back against his husband and surrendering to him completely, something that both of them found to be quite pleasurable and entertaining for the next several hours. He had to admit, as good as he was at researching ideas, nothing compared to Masaharu on a mission and his ability to pick up new skills in a flash when needed.
He fell asleep that night the way he always should. Masaharu’s arm wrapped around his arm which was tucked around that thin waist, his chest pressed to that bony but strong back, his nose nestled against that long, shaggy hair that always smelled so wonderfully of Masaharu. The fact that they both slept through the night without waking pleased him even more, and quieted the concern that had been gnawing at him that he was neglecting the most important person in his world.
It wasn’t until he looked at himself in the mirror the next morning to shave that Yagyuu’s eyebrow twitched. The towel around his waist did nothing to cover the marks on his body that twirled and moved like swirls of rope across his skin. It twitched again when a bony chin planted itself on his shoulder and eyes filled with wicked humor admired the results of his handiwork in the mirror.
"I sacrificed a lot of produce to learn how to get the tension just right," Niou commented, nipping at the side of his neck lightly. "Enough to leave a mark without deep bruising. It looks beautiful on you."
Yagyuu’s eyebrow lowered slowly and he turned his head to kiss his husband warmly. He should have known his Masaharu would pick up a hobby like shibari to entertain himself with. After a night like last night, he knew he wouldn’t be complaining about it, either. So instead of complaining, he responded the best way he knew how.
"Of course it does," he said simply. "You did it."