Drabbles (various pairs, PG to PG-13)
ONE
This was a response to a fic I saw that kind of killed me, and not necessarily in a good way. No, wait. It was good (okay, actually it was totally fabulous), I just. I needed to see it from the other point of view to make it work. So I did:
He loves him. He truly does. No one but Nikaido lets him be this way, lets him break out, break into something different. It's always amazing, the power rush, the control, the release. He loves it, and because Nikaido lets him, he loves him, too. He wants to tell him just how much. Wants to admit that only with Nikaido does he feel safe to try new things. Nikaido sets him free, but to tell him so would ruin the whole set up, return things to normal, and he'd lose him. Lose it all. And so he can't.
He can't, but then there's Senga. There's Senga and he's losing Nikaido anyway and doesn't know how to hold on. He does everything he can to keep it good, to make him stay, but he can't figure out what Nikaido really wants. Nikaido is slipping further every day.
No more. He can't let him go, he can't. And so this time, Fujigaya just holds on tight, propriety be damned. He holds on tight as Nikaido struggles and pushes him away, and the hands against his chest feel like they're pushing against his heart. And so he holds on tight and pulls Nikaido close, even as his heart implodes.
TWO
She asked for sugary sap and so that's what she got. Don't blame me if this is so sweet it makes you sick. ;D
Kitayama thinks they do more than they do. Fujigaya thinks they do less. Miyata doesn't care enough to think anything and Nikaido thinks this is best. It's really nobody's business, as far as he's concerned.
Because what they have is perfect. Just like this: Senga curled up in his arms fast asleep, his mouth open just slightly, and Nikaido knows he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Of course touching Senga in other ways is nice, but even if he could only touch him like this, just hold him, just feel him breathe, Nikaido thinks it would be enough.
It would be enough to know that Senga loves him. That he saves this only for Nikaido. He's open and trusting, completely vulnerable in his sleep, and yet he sleeps easily. Nikaido knows that's because of him and there isn't a better feeling in the world. To be loved like that...
Nikaido kisses Senga's forehead and holds him tighter, and loves him with all his heart.
THREE
And finally, this one, which got slightly longer. More people need to write these two.
Tamamori frowns. Miyata is standing in front of him, just scratching the back of his neck. He's BEEN standing there for a good minute already, and nothing more than an awkward-sounding "um" has emerged from his mouth. His eyes are looking everywhere but at Tamamori. Honestly, it's annoying, and Tamamori would just walk away if not for the curiosity factor. What could possibly be making Miyata this much more awkward than normal? And so he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And then he just can't wait anymore.
"Miyata, what the fuck? Are you seriously just going to stand there for an hour or what?"
Miyata finally meets his eyes and opens his mouth again, but then closes it, blinking at Tamamori. Tamamori stares back hard.
Miyata sighs. "I had it all planned out, you know? But now it's gone."
"Had what planned out?" Tamamori asks.
"My confession," Miyata admits. Tamamori keeps staring.
"Your... what?"
"My confession," Miyata repeats. He looks utterly embarrassed, but at least he's still looking Tamamori in the eye.
"...your confession about what?" Tamamori prompts.
"My CONFESSION. You know. About- about- YOU KNOW. To YOU." Miyata manages.
Tamamori stares a bit more until it clicks, and then he blushes just as hard as Miyata. He snorts to cover up his surprise. "Well, that was smooth."
"Shut up," Miyata says, glaring. "I told you, I had it all planned out and-"
Tamamori leans forward and claps a hand across Miyata's mouth, rolling his eyes. "Maybe YOU should shut up. You're just making it worse. But I'll make it better..."
He moves his hand to the side of Miyata's face just enough to pull the surprised boy into a kiss.
When they break apart, Tamamori has to grin at Miyata's stunned look.
"You should have just skipped to that part," he says, and Miyata bites his lip sheepishly.
"Well, um. Can I try it again?"
Tamamori smiles. "As many times as you want. You'll need the practice."
He ducks Miyata's half-hearted swipe and pulls him in close with a laugh.
"So get started."
This was a response to a fic I saw that kind of killed me, and not necessarily in a good way. No, wait. It was good (okay, actually it was totally fabulous), I just. I needed to see it from the other point of view to make it work. So I did:
He loves him. He truly does. No one but Nikaido lets him be this way, lets him break out, break into something different. It's always amazing, the power rush, the control, the release. He loves it, and because Nikaido lets him, he loves him, too. He wants to tell him just how much. Wants to admit that only with Nikaido does he feel safe to try new things. Nikaido sets him free, but to tell him so would ruin the whole set up, return things to normal, and he'd lose him. Lose it all. And so he can't.
He can't, but then there's Senga. There's Senga and he's losing Nikaido anyway and doesn't know how to hold on. He does everything he can to keep it good, to make him stay, but he can't figure out what Nikaido really wants. Nikaido is slipping further every day.
No more. He can't let him go, he can't. And so this time, Fujigaya just holds on tight, propriety be damned. He holds on tight as Nikaido struggles and pushes him away, and the hands against his chest feel like they're pushing against his heart. And so he holds on tight and pulls Nikaido close, even as his heart implodes.
TWO
She asked for sugary sap and so that's what she got. Don't blame me if this is so sweet it makes you sick. ;D
Kitayama thinks they do more than they do. Fujigaya thinks they do less. Miyata doesn't care enough to think anything and Nikaido thinks this is best. It's really nobody's business, as far as he's concerned.
Because what they have is perfect. Just like this: Senga curled up in his arms fast asleep, his mouth open just slightly, and Nikaido knows he's never seen anything so beautiful in his life. Of course touching Senga in other ways is nice, but even if he could only touch him like this, just hold him, just feel him breathe, Nikaido thinks it would be enough.
It would be enough to know that Senga loves him. That he saves this only for Nikaido. He's open and trusting, completely vulnerable in his sleep, and yet he sleeps easily. Nikaido knows that's because of him and there isn't a better feeling in the world. To be loved like that...
Nikaido kisses Senga's forehead and holds him tighter, and loves him with all his heart.
THREE
And finally, this one, which got slightly longer. More people need to write these two.
Tamamori frowns. Miyata is standing in front of him, just scratching the back of his neck. He's BEEN standing there for a good minute already, and nothing more than an awkward-sounding "um" has emerged from his mouth. His eyes are looking everywhere but at Tamamori. Honestly, it's annoying, and Tamamori would just walk away if not for the curiosity factor. What could possibly be making Miyata this much more awkward than normal? And so he waits.
And waits.
And waits.
And then he just can't wait anymore.
"Miyata, what the fuck? Are you seriously just going to stand there for an hour or what?"
Miyata finally meets his eyes and opens his mouth again, but then closes it, blinking at Tamamori. Tamamori stares back hard.
Miyata sighs. "I had it all planned out, you know? But now it's gone."
"Had what planned out?" Tamamori asks.
"My confession," Miyata admits. Tamamori keeps staring.
"Your... what?"
"My confession," Miyata repeats. He looks utterly embarrassed, but at least he's still looking Tamamori in the eye.
"...your confession about what?" Tamamori prompts.
"My CONFESSION. You know. About- about- YOU KNOW. To YOU." Miyata manages.
Tamamori stares a bit more until it clicks, and then he blushes just as hard as Miyata. He snorts to cover up his surprise. "Well, that was smooth."
"Shut up," Miyata says, glaring. "I told you, I had it all planned out and-"
Tamamori leans forward and claps a hand across Miyata's mouth, rolling his eyes. "Maybe YOU should shut up. You're just making it worse. But I'll make it better..."
He moves his hand to the side of Miyata's face just enough to pull the surprised boy into a kiss.
When they break apart, Tamamori has to grin at Miyata's stunned look.
"You should have just skipped to that part," he says, and Miyata bites his lip sheepishly.
"Well, um. Can I try it again?"
Tamamori smiles. "As many times as you want. You'll need the practice."
He ducks Miyata's half-hearted swipe and pulls him in close with a laugh.
"So get started."