Yami no Matsuei
Made of wood
by mei
Pairing: Tatari
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, I think. Probably OOC.
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox, not my character creations.
A/N: I managed to yank a bit of cuticle today, and this bit is now kind of detached from the nail. No, this has nothing to do with the following. ^__^;;;;
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It started simple enough. Watari had, as usual, dropped by Tatsumi's office (and subsequently into his lap) after night fell, to remind his workaholic companion of the disadvantages of overwork. The example included quite some amount of wriggling and sucking, in a long kiss that was designed to remove his companion of protest. The demonstration worked exactly the way Watari wanted it to, and they ended up teleporting back to Tatsumi's apartment.
The blond had definitely not expected to find what he did, and his brows had shot up the moment he broke off long enough to glance around Tatsumi's room. Or rather, at what had once been where the bed had been.
"A four-poster, complete with canopy?"
"I thought it befitting."
Watari said nothing, but tested the mattress experimentally. "The previous one wasn't that bad."
If he described out loud just how Tatsumi could smirk and look sexily menacing at the same time, Wakaba would have checked him for signs of fever. Blue eyes made promises behind practical spectacles, and Watari bit his lip to contain audible response. Hovering over him, Tatsumi began loosening his tie. It reminded Watari that something of smilar material was currently wrapped around his wrists.
Definitely unexpected.
The green silk tie laid aside, Tatsumi started on his shirt, undoing button by button."The previous one was not a four-poster bed, Watari-san."
Watari tried to hide the sudden dryness of his mouth. "I noticed." The skin that peeked from under his lover's shirt was distracting. He watched, waiting for a reply, while the shirt was neatly draped over a chair.
Then, back turned, Tatsumi continued to remove his clothing, placing them in an orderly pile on the chair. Watari definitely appreciated the view, but he was getting somewhat impatient. Yes, impatient, no, not nervous, definitely not nervous. "Seii?" That did not come out hesitantly at all, no, not at all.
Turning, Tatsumi placed a knee on the mattress, and slid a hand over Watari's still-clothed abdomen. "A four poster bed allows for a person to be tied to the posts, doesn't it." He leaned forward and lightly kissed his blond lover's forehead, his hand slipping under Watari's turtleneck shirt to trace taut skin.
Hazel eyes searched Tatsumi's face for a moment, then softening with a chuckle. "This expense just for this? I think I'm flattered."
Tatsumi smiled, looking much like predator, his fingers dipping past Watari's pants and nimbly releasing the zip. "You should. For being the only other person to know, you get the privilege to test the strength of the posts."
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end.
by mei
Pairing: Tatari
Rating: PG-13
Genre: Fluff, I think. Probably OOC.
Disclaimer: Not my sandbox, not my character creations.
A/N: I managed to yank a bit of cuticle today, and this bit is now kind of detached from the nail. No, this has nothing to do with the following. ^__^;;;;
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It started simple enough. Watari had, as usual, dropped by Tatsumi's office (and subsequently into his lap) after night fell, to remind his workaholic companion of the disadvantages of overwork. The example included quite some amount of wriggling and sucking, in a long kiss that was designed to remove his companion of protest. The demonstration worked exactly the way Watari wanted it to, and they ended up teleporting back to Tatsumi's apartment.
The blond had definitely not expected to find what he did, and his brows had shot up the moment he broke off long enough to glance around Tatsumi's room. Or rather, at what had once been where the bed had been.
"A four-poster, complete with canopy?"
"I thought it befitting."
Watari said nothing, but tested the mattress experimentally. "The previous one wasn't that bad."
If he described out loud just how Tatsumi could smirk and look sexily menacing at the same time, Wakaba would have checked him for signs of fever. Blue eyes made promises behind practical spectacles, and Watari bit his lip to contain audible response. Hovering over him, Tatsumi began loosening his tie. It reminded Watari that something of smilar material was currently wrapped around his wrists.
Definitely unexpected.
The green silk tie laid aside, Tatsumi started on his shirt, undoing button by button."The previous one was not a four-poster bed, Watari-san."
Watari tried to hide the sudden dryness of his mouth. "I noticed." The skin that peeked from under his lover's shirt was distracting. He watched, waiting for a reply, while the shirt was neatly draped over a chair.
Then, back turned, Tatsumi continued to remove his clothing, placing them in an orderly pile on the chair. Watari definitely appreciated the view, but he was getting somewhat impatient. Yes, impatient, no, not nervous, definitely not nervous. "Seii?" That did not come out hesitantly at all, no, not at all.
Turning, Tatsumi placed a knee on the mattress, and slid a hand over Watari's still-clothed abdomen. "A four poster bed allows for a person to be tied to the posts, doesn't it." He leaned forward and lightly kissed his blond lover's forehead, his hand slipping under Watari's turtleneck shirt to trace taut skin.
Hazel eyes searched Tatsumi's face for a moment, then softening with a chuckle. "This expense just for this? I think I'm flattered."
Tatsumi smiled, looking much like predator, his fingers dipping past Watari's pants and nimbly releasing the zip. "You should. For being the only other person to know, you get the privilege to test the strength of the posts."
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end.