Something special

Jan 30, 2010 22:47

As I am working on a few things (GC: Grimm/Ichi being one of them, finally) and waiting for the beta of Dawn today I want to share something special with all KM (XD) and freakinmi fans. A little piece of writing done by no other than King (freakinmi) herself. It was a cheer up present for when I was feeling stressed and overworked and alltogether down. Quite obviously it's a King/Maru fic.

The fic is beautiful, warm, loving, everything I could ever wish for. But even if it wasn't KM I'd still love it, because I'm in love with King's style.

I love ya, My Royal Pervert. Thank you! *chus*

Mar picked the setting (in italics).

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it's quite late and King was half-asleep and in bed already; but something was missing; a warm body in his arms, a steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep; he looked up to see Mar still sitting by the desk, head propped on one elbow as he reread his notes...

“Mar.. Not done yet?” King said, sitting up running a hand through his already bed-molested hair, reaching for his alarm with the other checking the time.

“No.” Maru remained frozen in his seat, and King presumed he was glaring daggers at his notes. Cursing them to hell and back again, God knows he would. Good thing he never felt like doing his own homework. Staying up this late to do something someone else dictated was way out of his ballgame. Perhaps for a slaying or two of some online monster, but homework? Not fucking likely.

“It’s already past midnight.” He stated bluntly, hoping Maru would catch the hint and get his sweet little ass off the chair and under the sheets already. Nothing like a good grope to get King into dreamland. But knowing his little Kitten, that wasn’t about to happen any time soon.

“I know. Stop rubbing it in.” While watching Maru in his concentrated, no stretch that, in his ‘trying to concentrate and stay awake’ state, King put the clock back on his table and swung his legs over the bedside, stretching his toes on the floor, keeping in a little curse word when they got stuck in his pants he couldn’t be bothered to fold when he crept into bed more than an hour ago.

“I just need to work these words for the test tomorrow and they don’t make any sense at all. They simply refuse to enter my brain.” There is was; frustration in his voice. His kitten was stressed again, wanting to be the best, make most of his abilities, feeling like so much depended on him giving everything he got. Well, no chance at getting Maru back to bed anytime soon when he was in that mode.

Getting up King walked the short distance to Maru’s desk, moving behind Maru planting his hands on each side of the boy on the wooden surface. Taking a moment to kiss the top of Maru’s head, breathing in his scent and remains of his shampoo, before peeking at the Asian letters on his lover’s papers.

He only knew a few characters himself. Like the one for ‘King’ now decorating the skin where his neck met his shoulders. Some day he’d make Maru get one too. Well, not the ‘King’ one. Unless it was inside a circle, then it would be a nice tribute to the activity he liked the most; ‘King inside Maru’. He didn’t recognize any of the ones he saw here though.

“That one there” King pointed out a kanji for Maru, tapping twice on one of the papers “Looks just like a dog having sex with a box.”

Maru smiled. King couldn’t see it from his position hovering above his kitten, but he knew. Somehow Maru’s smiles had a sound or a feeling of some kind to them; he could always tell even if he couldn’t see his expression. Even if it was pitch dark and they were talking in bed, before falling asleep; he’d know. King liked that about his little kitten.

“It’s really not though.”

King ignored Maru’s semi-dismissal of his joke.

“And this one is almost like a dick with a three-layer cake next to it. A fucking long dick.”

This time Maru laughed. King joined in with a smile of his own, though it was more directed at the delicious sound filling his ears than his own observations. Even if Maru wouldn’t admit it, he was a little pervert at heart, finding kanji looking like sexual objects funny he had to be.

“Yeah, yeah. I get it, I’ll finish up real soon so get to bed, pervert.” The lovely laugh died out with a few calming breaths.

“I have a better idea.” King pushed away from the desk, doing a semi-ruffle-semi-scratching of Maru’s hair and scalp, earning him a swat from the hand Maru wasn’t still resting on. Grapping a nearby chair, King pulled it up and sat next to his confused kitten.

“I’ll wait up for you.”

There it was again, Maru smiling at him. That was all that really mattered; going to bed at 1 or 4 could be the same.

That he was sound asleep, probably lulled by the kitten’s calm breathing, snoring and with his head on his arms on the desk already a few minutes after Maru resumed studying, never crossed his mind.

maru, love and chus, king/maru, king

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