Kio/Yayoi Drabbles I
Title: Kindred
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Yayoi
Rating: G - NC-17
Warnings: No spoilers, no squick
Theme Set/Theme: I/Sweat, Gaze, Tongue, Sweet, Hand, Compromise, Deep, Smooth, Button
02. Sweat [100]
Kio felt the drop of sweat slide down his cheek, the pace of certain sin.
The dozing body beside him in bed - though long-removed from childhood - was still much too young for him. Had he joined the likes of Soubi, that pervert?
Yet, he couldn't deny the pleasures of the night before with its companionship, eventual kisses, and feathery touches. He couldn't deny how those innocent gestures had escalated into breathless embraces, reckless noises.
Still, he hadn't been the other's first.
Kio allowed himself this consolation, and fell back into the sweaty nest they'd made and slid his arm behind Yayoi's head.
03. Gaze [100]
Yayoi shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to wiggle from beneath Kio's gaze. He'd never felt quite so nude before and so far he'd only been divested of his shirt.
He'd been seeing the other for a great many months. He knew, at first, that he'd only been a possession to make Soubi jealous, but as Kio's eyes traced his body, he knew that the other had come to care for him in a way that no one ever had. They understood each other. Both always wanting, always rejected.
Kio smiled, came closer. The dance of the kindred began.
04. Tongue [100]
"You have nothing to worry about," Kio said with a disgusted look on his face, "that Soubi has a Lolita complex this big."
He gestured grandly with his arms, causing his tipsy self to...well, tip. Yayoi giggled and flopped onto the floor, turning his head to the side to see Kio.
"Soubi will keep Ritsuka too busy for him to bother with Yui-...your friend."
"Yeah?"
Kio nodded. "Hey," he said, "you're kinda cute."
Yayoi flushed. He didn't really mean that, did he?
Apparently, he did, because the next thing Yayoi felt was Kio's warm tongue tickling his earlobe.
05. Sweet [100 words]
Yayoi knew two absolutes about Kaido Kio.
1. The lady doth protest too much. Despite denouncements of Soubi's Lolita complex, Kio was quite the pervert.
2. His mouth always tasted sweet. Yayoi suspected it had something to do with the ever-present lollipop.
And so, it should have come as no surprise the day that Kio decided to combine the two. Yayoi shivered and shook, eyes following the descent of Kio's blond, disheveled head. Slowly, he dragged the sticky, freshly-licked sucker down Yayoi's bare torso, shadowing it with an eager tongue.
"Mm," he said, licking his lips, "you taste sweet."
07. Hand [100]
Soubi had disapproved. Ritsuka had warned. But the day that Kio broke his hand turned out to be his lucky day. After much pathetic whining, he recruited the assistance of Yayoi, the Aoyagi brat's eager friend, truly possessing no ill intentions.
It started innocently enough: opening doors, cooking meals, dialing phones. Kio tried to teach the kid to paint his homework, failing miserably.
But when Yayoi tried to feed him, holding the chopsticks too low, and felt Kio's tongue slide over his fingers, a shiver and a blush taking over his body, they both knew they were done for.
08. Compromise [100]
Yayoi would never be tall or blond or suave. And Kio most certainly would never be a flouncing, bright-eyed girl with pink hair and ample assets.
Yayoi could never really be called a pervert, nor could Kio ever be called daft or illiterate. But, they found as they tentatively pressed their lips together, maybe it didn't really matter. They sat on the carpet, Yayoi's first beer in his hand, Kio's hand toying with the hem of his too-proper shirt. Yayoi didn't really mind if Kio closed his eyes to imagine a certain self-assured university art student.
They weren't above compromises.
10. Deep [100]
Normally, Kio would have been annoyed with someone so inexperienced that they didn't know enough to close their eyes during a kiss. Normally, he might even laugh at them. But there was something intriguing about the way that Yayoi held his gaze.
To be honest, Kio had opened his eyes to steal a lusty glance at his partner. And he'd been caught by Yayoi who, rather than blushing and turning away, had instead moaned, deepening their kiss.
So they watched each other, wide-eyed, as their tongues moved and the fell headlong into the abyss of their own making.
13. Smooth [100]
I'll help, he'd offered.
Of course, the other had resisted at first, blushing and stammering and looking about frantically for escape.
Nonsense, he'd assured, close your eyes.
Surprisingly, the other had complied then and Kio had swooped in for the kill. Yayoi's lips were soft and warm, velvety against his own. He slid his tongue along the bottom lip, then the top, sucking the bottom lip briefly between his own. Yayoi gasped softly.
Kio smiled wickedly and pused Yayoi away, the kissing lesson over.
That's how you'll get Yuiko, he'd called out as Yayoi stumbled to his bicycle.
Oh, he was smooth.
15. Button [100]
Kio blinked at the complacent - no, eager - young man on his couch. His shirt was gone now, lost somewhere behind the sofa. Even his glasses were gone. All that remained were his pants.
One button. One steel button on slender jeans. Yayoi stared at him expectantly.
One button. One button between him and sin, between him and salvation. Kio swallowed.
One button. One button and they would both feel good, wanted, needed. They reached forward and wove their fingers together.
One button between Kio and understanding.
Yayoi reached out and, with grace and tenderness, guided Kio's hand forward into inevitability.
Fandom: Loveless
Pairing: Kio/Yayoi
Rating: G - NC-17
Warnings: No spoilers, no squick
Theme Set/Theme: I/Sweat, Gaze, Tongue, Sweet, Hand, Compromise, Deep, Smooth, Button
02. Sweat [100]
Kio felt the drop of sweat slide down his cheek, the pace of certain sin.
The dozing body beside him in bed - though long-removed from childhood - was still much too young for him. Had he joined the likes of Soubi, that pervert?
Yet, he couldn't deny the pleasures of the night before with its companionship, eventual kisses, and feathery touches. He couldn't deny how those innocent gestures had escalated into breathless embraces, reckless noises.
Still, he hadn't been the other's first.
Kio allowed himself this consolation, and fell back into the sweaty nest they'd made and slid his arm behind Yayoi's head.
03. Gaze [100]
Yayoi shifted uncomfortably on the couch, trying to wiggle from beneath Kio's gaze. He'd never felt quite so nude before and so far he'd only been divested of his shirt.
He'd been seeing the other for a great many months. He knew, at first, that he'd only been a possession to make Soubi jealous, but as Kio's eyes traced his body, he knew that the other had come to care for him in a way that no one ever had. They understood each other. Both always wanting, always rejected.
Kio smiled, came closer. The dance of the kindred began.
04. Tongue [100]
"You have nothing to worry about," Kio said with a disgusted look on his face, "that Soubi has a Lolita complex this big."
He gestured grandly with his arms, causing his tipsy self to...well, tip. Yayoi giggled and flopped onto the floor, turning his head to the side to see Kio.
"Soubi will keep Ritsuka too busy for him to bother with Yui-...your friend."
"Yeah?"
Kio nodded. "Hey," he said, "you're kinda cute."
Yayoi flushed. He didn't really mean that, did he?
Apparently, he did, because the next thing Yayoi felt was Kio's warm tongue tickling his earlobe.
05. Sweet [100 words]
Yayoi knew two absolutes about Kaido Kio.
1. The lady doth protest too much. Despite denouncements of Soubi's Lolita complex, Kio was quite the pervert.
2. His mouth always tasted sweet. Yayoi suspected it had something to do with the ever-present lollipop.
And so, it should have come as no surprise the day that Kio decided to combine the two. Yayoi shivered and shook, eyes following the descent of Kio's blond, disheveled head. Slowly, he dragged the sticky, freshly-licked sucker down Yayoi's bare torso, shadowing it with an eager tongue.
"Mm," he said, licking his lips, "you taste sweet."
07. Hand [100]
Soubi had disapproved. Ritsuka had warned. But the day that Kio broke his hand turned out to be his lucky day. After much pathetic whining, he recruited the assistance of Yayoi, the Aoyagi brat's eager friend, truly possessing no ill intentions.
It started innocently enough: opening doors, cooking meals, dialing phones. Kio tried to teach the kid to paint his homework, failing miserably.
But when Yayoi tried to feed him, holding the chopsticks too low, and felt Kio's tongue slide over his fingers, a shiver and a blush taking over his body, they both knew they were done for.
08. Compromise [100]
Yayoi would never be tall or blond or suave. And Kio most certainly would never be a flouncing, bright-eyed girl with pink hair and ample assets.
Yayoi could never really be called a pervert, nor could Kio ever be called daft or illiterate. But, they found as they tentatively pressed their lips together, maybe it didn't really matter. They sat on the carpet, Yayoi's first beer in his hand, Kio's hand toying with the hem of his too-proper shirt. Yayoi didn't really mind if Kio closed his eyes to imagine a certain self-assured university art student.
They weren't above compromises.
10. Deep [100]
Normally, Kio would have been annoyed with someone so inexperienced that they didn't know enough to close their eyes during a kiss. Normally, he might even laugh at them. But there was something intriguing about the way that Yayoi held his gaze.
To be honest, Kio had opened his eyes to steal a lusty glance at his partner. And he'd been caught by Yayoi who, rather than blushing and turning away, had instead moaned, deepening their kiss.
So they watched each other, wide-eyed, as their tongues moved and the fell headlong into the abyss of their own making.
13. Smooth [100]
I'll help, he'd offered.
Of course, the other had resisted at first, blushing and stammering and looking about frantically for escape.
Nonsense, he'd assured, close your eyes.
Surprisingly, the other had complied then and Kio had swooped in for the kill. Yayoi's lips were soft and warm, velvety against his own. He slid his tongue along the bottom lip, then the top, sucking the bottom lip briefly between his own. Yayoi gasped softly.
Kio smiled wickedly and pused Yayoi away, the kissing lesson over.
That's how you'll get Yuiko, he'd called out as Yayoi stumbled to his bicycle.
Oh, he was smooth.
15. Button [100]
Kio blinked at the complacent - no, eager - young man on his couch. His shirt was gone now, lost somewhere behind the sofa. Even his glasses were gone. All that remained were his pants.
One button. One steel button on slender jeans. Yayoi stared at him expectantly.
One button. One button between him and sin, between him and salvation. Kio swallowed.
One button. One button and they would both feel good, wanted, needed. They reached forward and wove their fingers together.
One button between Kio and understanding.
Yayoi reached out and, with grace and tenderness, guided Kio's hand forward into inevitability.