Reciprocity (YnM, Tatsumi x Watari, #1)
Title: Reciprocity
Author: kitsune_tsuki
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Theme: # 1 - Look over here.
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM, I just like to borrow it every now and then.
Summary: An exchange of favors.
Trust is the foundation of a good relationship, a solid one, and Tatsumi knows this, understands it. What he doesn't understand is how Watari gets him to do these things. These completely insane and utterly bizarre things. Things that end with fire and mild panic and singed eyebrows.
"Look over here." Watari says, fingers on Tatsumi chin as he gently turns his head to the side. "Okay, right there. Hold still."
He does, mainly because Watari has a pair of very sharp, very dangerous scissors in his hands that are very close to -
"Your ears are safe with me." Watari pledges, and Tatsumi scowls because there is no denying the fact that Watari is oh so clearly laughing at him.
"It's not my ears I'm worried about." Tatsumi manages stiffly. "It's my - "
"Your hair is perfectly safe with me too." Watari says, moving into Tatsumi's line of sight long enough for him to see the smile this time. "Well...whatever's left, that is."
Never again, Tatsumi thinks. Never again will he give in when Watari asks for help in the lab, never again when Watari says 'Just a little bit, Tatsumi, I've almost got it,' because nothing is ever that simple, that easy when it comes to Watari.
"Trust me," Watari's telling him, scissors sitting comfortable in his hands as he trims Tatsumi's fire-ravaged hair with a strangely soothing sort of confidence. "You'll look fine when I'm done. Better than fine."
Tatsumi's not entirely certain about that, but decides it's best to reserve judgment as he highly doubts he could look any worse.
Watari snorts, fingers lightly touching the back of his neck as he brushes fallen hair away. "Your faith in me is overwhelming."
Tatsumi smiles slightly, finding Watari's reflection in the mirror. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course not." Watari answers, lips quirking as he shifts to the side to get at Tatsumi's sideburns.
Things fall into a comfortable rhythm after that, the silence broken by the sound of the scissors and Watari's occasional muttering as he snips and trims, fingers combing through Tatsumi's hair and against his neck, his ears, his jaw as he works, sweeps hair away from his shoulders.
"There," Watari says, pulling the towel away from Tatsumi's neck with a little flourish, "all done."
Tatsumi raises an eyebrow and turns to regard his reflection warily. Not that he doesn't trust Watari, because he does, it's just...
"You look fine." Watari soothes, hand coming down to rest on Tatsumi's shoulder, laughter in his voice. "Professional and very, very proper."
He does, and Tatsumi knows Watari well enough to know that the comments about 'so many possibilities' and 'oooh, designs' were never serious, it's still something of a relief to see that his hair is presentable, if somewhat shorter.
"What do I owe you for this?" Tatsumi asks, turning to look at Watari, lips pulled up in a smile.
Watari frowns at their reflections, fingers tapping an indecipherable pattern on Tatsumi's shoulder as he considers Tatsumi's question. "Well, since your...hair emergency was technically my fault, I think we can call this even."
"'Even?'"
"Although from what I understand a tip is usually customary in situations like this." Watari says after a moment, expression completely serious. "It's rude not to compensate someone for their time and labor."
"Of course." Tatsumi answers, watching Watari. "But since I was doing you a favor at the time..." He trails off, deciding that as Watari's managed to actually set him on fire he might as well take advantage of the situation.
Watari eyes Tatsumi thoughtfully, head tipped to the side. "And you did lend me a bit of your time and effort." He says slowly, as though he's working something out.
"I did." Tatsumi agrees, turning his head to look up at Watari, eyebrow raised.
Watari meets his eyes and snorts at what he sees there, lips curving in a smile. "I'm actually kind of surprised that you've managed to convince everyone that you're a proper gentleman sometimes, you know."
Tatsumi smiles reaching up to wrap his fingers around Watari's wrist. "Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones."
"That they're the ones who snap when you least expect it?" Watari says with a smile, moving the final few steps so that they're facing one another without breaking Tatsumi's grip.
"That too," Tatsumi says, tugging gently.
Watari allows himself to be pulled down, face level with Tatsumi's. "I think I've lost track."
"Of what?" Tatsumi asks, shifting forward in the chair.
Watari stares at him and shakes his head in amusement, lifting his hands to cup Tatsumi's face before leaning in for a kiss. "I'll owe you."
Tatsumi makes a noise in the back of his throat and slides his hand up Watari's arm, pressing closer as the kiss deepens. Maybe doing Watari a favor every now and then isn't such a bad thing, especially when Watari decides to repay the favor.
Author: kitsune_tsuki
Pairing: Tatsumi x Watari
Fandom: Yami no Matsuei
Theme: # 1 - Look over here.
Disclaimer: I don't own YnM, I just like to borrow it every now and then.
Summary: An exchange of favors.
Trust is the foundation of a good relationship, a solid one, and Tatsumi knows this, understands it. What he doesn't understand is how Watari gets him to do these things. These completely insane and utterly bizarre things. Things that end with fire and mild panic and singed eyebrows.
"Look over here." Watari says, fingers on Tatsumi chin as he gently turns his head to the side. "Okay, right there. Hold still."
He does, mainly because Watari has a pair of very sharp, very dangerous scissors in his hands that are very close to -
"Your ears are safe with me." Watari pledges, and Tatsumi scowls because there is no denying the fact that Watari is oh so clearly laughing at him.
"It's not my ears I'm worried about." Tatsumi manages stiffly. "It's my - "
"Your hair is perfectly safe with me too." Watari says, moving into Tatsumi's line of sight long enough for him to see the smile this time. "Well...whatever's left, that is."
Never again, Tatsumi thinks. Never again will he give in when Watari asks for help in the lab, never again when Watari says 'Just a little bit, Tatsumi, I've almost got it,' because nothing is ever that simple, that easy when it comes to Watari.
"Trust me," Watari's telling him, scissors sitting comfortable in his hands as he trims Tatsumi's fire-ravaged hair with a strangely soothing sort of confidence. "You'll look fine when I'm done. Better than fine."
Tatsumi's not entirely certain about that, but decides it's best to reserve judgment as he highly doubts he could look any worse.
Watari snorts, fingers lightly touching the back of his neck as he brushes fallen hair away. "Your faith in me is overwhelming."
Tatsumi smiles slightly, finding Watari's reflection in the mirror. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."
"Of course not." Watari answers, lips quirking as he shifts to the side to get at Tatsumi's sideburns.
Things fall into a comfortable rhythm after that, the silence broken by the sound of the scissors and Watari's occasional muttering as he snips and trims, fingers combing through Tatsumi's hair and against his neck, his ears, his jaw as he works, sweeps hair away from his shoulders.
"There," Watari says, pulling the towel away from Tatsumi's neck with a little flourish, "all done."
Tatsumi raises an eyebrow and turns to regard his reflection warily. Not that he doesn't trust Watari, because he does, it's just...
"You look fine." Watari soothes, hand coming down to rest on Tatsumi's shoulder, laughter in his voice. "Professional and very, very proper."
He does, and Tatsumi knows Watari well enough to know that the comments about 'so many possibilities' and 'oooh, designs' were never serious, it's still something of a relief to see that his hair is presentable, if somewhat shorter.
"What do I owe you for this?" Tatsumi asks, turning to look at Watari, lips pulled up in a smile.
Watari frowns at their reflections, fingers tapping an indecipherable pattern on Tatsumi's shoulder as he considers Tatsumi's question. "Well, since your...hair emergency was technically my fault, I think we can call this even."
"'Even?'"
"Although from what I understand a tip is usually customary in situations like this." Watari says after a moment, expression completely serious. "It's rude not to compensate someone for their time and labor."
"Of course." Tatsumi answers, watching Watari. "But since I was doing you a favor at the time..." He trails off, deciding that as Watari's managed to actually set him on fire he might as well take advantage of the situation.
Watari eyes Tatsumi thoughtfully, head tipped to the side. "And you did lend me a bit of your time and effort." He says slowly, as though he's working something out.
"I did." Tatsumi agrees, turning his head to look up at Watari, eyebrow raised.
Watari meets his eyes and snorts at what he sees there, lips curving in a smile. "I'm actually kind of surprised that you've managed to convince everyone that you're a proper gentleman sometimes, you know."
Tatsumi smiles reaching up to wrap his fingers around Watari's wrist. "Well, you know what they say about the quiet ones."
"That they're the ones who snap when you least expect it?" Watari says with a smile, moving the final few steps so that they're facing one another without breaking Tatsumi's grip.
"That too," Tatsumi says, tugging gently.
Watari allows himself to be pulled down, face level with Tatsumi's. "I think I've lost track."
"Of what?" Tatsumi asks, shifting forward in the chair.
Watari stares at him and shakes his head in amusement, lifting his hands to cup Tatsumi's face before leaning in for a kiss. "I'll owe you."
Tatsumi makes a noise in the back of his throat and slides his hand up Watari's arm, pressing closer as the kiss deepens. Maybe doing Watari a favor every now and then isn't such a bad thing, especially when Watari decides to repay the favor.