(Secret Santa) Would You Like a Boyfriend?
Title: Would You Like a Boyfriend?
Pairing: England/Japan
Rating: PG
Summary: When Kiku wants something, he's very determined. That's what Arthur fears.
Notes: (Prompt: domestic!/daily life!asakiku or something cute in general involving the two)
Warning: ...Human AU,
It wasn’t that often that Arthur would find himself doing this, but that’s what happened this night. He was planning to just cook dinner, which he so politely suggested to Kiku (who seemed to shrink away as he said that), but then Kiku decided that there was something wrong with his cooking, and instead, he found himself in front of a fancy restaurant.
Kiku also offered to pay for the food, but Arthur refused-he wasn’t an asshole, and he wouldn’t force his friend to pay for his meal. There was something tense in the air, Arthur noted as they ate sashimi-he was almost certain that Kiku was going to mention something that could be devastating.
“Arthur, I was wondering if you thought of my proposal.” The uncharacteristic demand from Kiku made Arthur realize that Kiku’s suggestion was serious. It frightened him, in a way, and he couldn’t help but to feel a bit of awe.
He flinched at the feeling of intensity-it scared him, the way Kiku would act when he really wanted something. Kiku was usually a passive person and he often wasn’t one to push for something unless he really believed in it.
It was weird, watching Kiku take command, but he couldn’t deny that it somewhat interested him. It was a bit… intriguing, to see his calm façade broken. It was amazing to see the other so… open. At the same time, he was somewhat horrified by the reason.
“Kiku… I… I just don’t like you that way,” he mumbled. Arthur looked away from Kiku, hoping that the other wouldn’t comment on his (somewhat) blatant lie. He was unlucky, as Kiku always knew what he thought-sometimes it amused him, but mostly it annoyed him.
“Arthur-san, I don’t like it when you lie to me,” Kiku said softly. “I wish you would be honest with me.” The look in his eyes, the hurt that implied that Arthur betrayed him, made Arthur crack.
“What was I supposed to say? That I have an undying love for you? That I would never get tired of you? I may love romance (not that it’s girly), and be a romanticist because of that, but I would never promise something that may become untrue.” This was the speech he created from his top of his head left his mouth as soon as he thought it.
The look on Kiku’s face made him relax a bit-it seemed like Kiku understood him. Then, Kiku uttered those words. “So… you do love me.”
Arthur flinched as Kiku said that (in public, no less). “Please don’t say that out loud, especially by those homophobes,” he hissed. He then turned to look at those idiots (as he so bluntly put it), and was glad to see that they didn’t (seem to) hear Kiku.
Kiku blushed slightly, and whispered, “We should go to your house.” Before getting any answer from him, Kiku stood, and went to pay the bill.
Even though Arthur wanted to follow, and offer to pay the bill himself, he was shocked, and found that he couldn’t even get up. He was still stuck like that when Kiku came back-Kiku had to pull him up, and guide him towards the door.
There was nothing worse than that, he knew, but it didn’t keep him from worrying about what Kiku had planned next. He didn’t know much about Kiku’s… darker side, but he had a feeling that this dark side would consist of what he read in those “yaoi” mangas (which had a lot of weird kinks…)
The night, though as much as he didn’t want to think of it that way, was amazing, and he couldn’t help but to blush every time he thought of it. With that night, he found himself accepting Kiku’s proposal, and their lives changed (whether it was for the better or worse was unknown).
The problem was… that didn’t really happen (in Arthur’s mind). “Kiku, don’t you think you went a bit too far?”
The Japanese man looked up from his book. “Why would you think that, Arthur-san?”
“I just think that you were trying too hard, not that I’m complaining.” He silently wondered if Kiku was more into it than he was-this was Kiku’s request after all. “Maybe we shouldn’t roleplay,” he mumbled as an afterthought.
They had some of the weirdest kinks, he wouldn’t deny that, but they promised each other that they’d at least do one of them a day. Even though they don’t always follow through with the promise, they try their best (and sometimes succeed).
“Arthur, maybe we shouldn’t do…” Kiku trailed off suggestively. Even though Kiku didn’t finish the sentence, he knew what he was thinking of.
He flushed, but didn’t answer. Even though Kiku’s roleplay embarrassed him, he couldn’t deny that it was exciting-the thought of getting caught, of having to explain themselves. In any case, he couldn’t wait for his night; he would finally see Kiku tied to his bed.