[fic] Rub-a-dub-dub
He surveys himself in the mirror, admiring every contour of his perfect physique. "Rrrrrriveting," he whispers to himself. A slight nod, a careful pout of his luscious lips and a wink almost sends Kame to high heavens. "This is it," he thinks to himself.
Kame has been planning this for months. His dreams are filled with nothing but longing. His facade may evoke a certain coolness, but the deep recesses of his mind hides the deepest, darkest, most sinister desires. On this midsummer's night, there may be no holding back.
The clock ticks quietly while Kame examines the wine goblets.
"Crystal clear," he murmurs for he is not the type who does things haphazardly. His careful, calculated movement is evident in everything that he does from the way he runs his fingers through his soft brown locks to the way he kneads the dough for the town's favorite fare. And Kame is known for both - his sugary treats and his stunningly good looks.
Kame walks around the house ensuring everything was in its proper place.
"Nothing could go wrong tonight." He hushes himself as he lights the candles. The scent is scintillating. Kame could only inhale the aroma in slow successions for fear he would lose his composure. "Not yet," he reminds himself.
Heavy, forceful knocks on the door snaps Kame out of his quiet reverie. He is not incensed for it only means one thing. He knows who is on the other side of the door, and that thought made his mind go wild. Like a thousand horses pounding their hooves on the earth, Kame's heart reveals sheer joy and excitement.
"Just a minute," his voice cracks. "Calm, smooth, collect," Kame recites the mantra to himself.
Across the room he glides. A few steps to the door felt like eternity for Kame, but it was nevertheless worth the wait. With one click, the door swings wide open, and Kame is pleased with what he sees. Standing there at the threshold would be the culmination of his dream, his longing...his desires.
"Come in." He surreptitiously reveals his pearly whites as he guides the guests into the house. Like a perfect host, he pours them wine and serves them cake.
"Mmmm..Moist!" declares Jin. Kame is elated to hear the boisterous declaration of his guest. He turns to the other but only hears a guttural sigh. Despite what seemed like a lack of enthusiasm, Kame offers his third guest another serving of the cake.
"No thanks," says Pi. His almost translucent skin pales in comparison to his quiet demeanor. That is how Kame likes it - a balance between the raucous and rambunctious Jin and the placid and calm Pi.
"This will be interesting," Kame thinks to himself.
"I'm hooonnngraaayyy!" Jin’s booming voice sends Kame into quick action.
"I still have some leftover of that perrrrfect cut steak you delivered me this morning. I can heat it up for you if you want," says Kame. "I figured we'd do things a little different this time, start with my treat, end with yours....." Kame bites his lower lip then smiles wantonly. Their gazes lock.
"Hell yyyyeeaaaaahhh!!!" Jin rushes to Kame and stands less than two inches away from him. Jin flashes a wicked smile as heat emanates from his burning loins.
"This is it. It is time." Kame could no longer resist. There is no more dilly-dallying. Kame takes Jin's hand and leads him to another room, almost forgetting the lowly quiet fellow who is sitting in the corner.
Kame turns to him raises his eyebrow and beckons, "Come. Follow us. And bring the lovely candle you gifted me with this afternoon."
Rub a dub dub, three men now in a tub.
Kame has been planning this for months. His dreams are filled with nothing but longing. His facade may evoke a certain coolness, but the deep recesses of his mind hides the deepest, darkest, most sinister desires. On this midsummer's night, there may be no holding back.
The clock ticks quietly while Kame examines the wine goblets.
"Crystal clear," he murmurs for he is not the type who does things haphazardly. His careful, calculated movement is evident in everything that he does from the way he runs his fingers through his soft brown locks to the way he kneads the dough for the town's favorite fare. And Kame is known for both - his sugary treats and his stunningly good looks.
Kame walks around the house ensuring everything was in its proper place.
"Nothing could go wrong tonight." He hushes himself as he lights the candles. The scent is scintillating. Kame could only inhale the aroma in slow successions for fear he would lose his composure. "Not yet," he reminds himself.
Heavy, forceful knocks on the door snaps Kame out of his quiet reverie. He is not incensed for it only means one thing. He knows who is on the other side of the door, and that thought made his mind go wild. Like a thousand horses pounding their hooves on the earth, Kame's heart reveals sheer joy and excitement.
"Just a minute," his voice cracks. "Calm, smooth, collect," Kame recites the mantra to himself.
Across the room he glides. A few steps to the door felt like eternity for Kame, but it was nevertheless worth the wait. With one click, the door swings wide open, and Kame is pleased with what he sees. Standing there at the threshold would be the culmination of his dream, his longing...his desires.
"Come in." He surreptitiously reveals his pearly whites as he guides the guests into the house. Like a perfect host, he pours them wine and serves them cake.
"Mmmm..Moist!" declares Jin. Kame is elated to hear the boisterous declaration of his guest. He turns to the other but only hears a guttural sigh. Despite what seemed like a lack of enthusiasm, Kame offers his third guest another serving of the cake.
"No thanks," says Pi. His almost translucent skin pales in comparison to his quiet demeanor. That is how Kame likes it - a balance between the raucous and rambunctious Jin and the placid and calm Pi.
"This will be interesting," Kame thinks to himself.
"I'm hooonnngraaayyy!" Jin’s booming voice sends Kame into quick action.
"I still have some leftover of that perrrrfect cut steak you delivered me this morning. I can heat it up for you if you want," says Kame. "I figured we'd do things a little different this time, start with my treat, end with yours....." Kame bites his lower lip then smiles wantonly. Their gazes lock.
"Hell yyyyeeaaaaahhh!!!" Jin rushes to Kame and stands less than two inches away from him. Jin flashes a wicked smile as heat emanates from his burning loins.
"This is it. It is time." Kame could no longer resist. There is no more dilly-dallying. Kame takes Jin's hand and leads him to another room, almost forgetting the lowly quiet fellow who is sitting in the corner.
Kame turns to him raises his eyebrow and beckons, "Come. Follow us. And bring the lovely candle you gifted me with this afternoon."
Rub a dub dub, three men now in a tub.