[Fic] Fantasist (Maru+Subaru/Yoko)
Title: Fantasist
Pairing: Maru/Yoko, Maru/Subaru, Subaru/Yoko (um, kind of)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Warnings: K8 Hospital AU. XD (If you are unfamiliar with the concept, here's some background.) Maru's imagination.
Notes: I FAIL SO HARD. D: I thought I'd practically finished this weeks ago. Just a few more hundred words, I thought. Yesterday I suddenly realised I need to finish it quick, and now, 1500 extra words later... D: At least I made it in time!! ~*~HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISSA!!!~*~ ♥♥♥♥♥ Hope you've had an awesome day! But I reserve the right to tinker with your present in order to make it suck less. XD
Maru has always been accident-prone. Some of his earliest memories involve the doctor looking wearily at his mother and asking, “What did he fall off this time?” He’s sure his parents must be a little ashamed of him - they’re both such sporty, physical types - but it’s not Maru’s fault! He’s never been good at co-ordinating with other people, physically or otherwise, but it always made him sort of happy when everyone laughed at him when he fell over his own feet during soccer or baseball games, so he didn’t see any reason to try and improve.
Sometimes, though, it gets him into trouble. That’s why he’s in hospital this time - repairing some ligaments he doesn’t remember tearing. Maybe during a particularly vigorous rendition of “Heads, shoulders knees and toes”. He’s sure the kids would’ve loved to see him cripple himself - they always get such a kick out of his pain and humiliation. The looks on their faces - it’s all a part of the satisfaction of Maru’s job. He’s brightened many a birthday party by letting a child jump on his back, or that old favourite, nearly setting himself on fire. It’s letting the children feel superior to him that makes him so popular, he thinks.
“What, you got your assed kicked by those kids again?!” Nurse Kimiko asks when she brings his dinner.
“No, this time it’s my old war wound,” Maru says, a pitiful look on his face.
“What are you talking about?!” Kimiko laughs, whacking him in a friendly way. Maru isn’t sure what her bosses would say if they saw her hitting the patients, but he never says anything. After all, Dr Murakami does it all the time.
“No, seriously though, I don’t mind getting hurt if it means I can come in here and see your face again,” he says, putting on his best ‘charming’ face.
Kimiko hits him again, but it doesn’t put Maru off. Far from it. As long as she keeps smacking, he’ll keep saying silly stuff.
It’s not like that with Nurse Subaru, though.
“Did those kids attack you again?” she asks sympathetically when she comes to check his dressing.
“They’re vicious!” Maru says with the same pitiful expression. “Their teeth are so sharp!”
“Poor thing,” Subaru giggles. “Do I need to give you a tetanus or rabies shot?”
“Maybe you’d better,” says Maru. “You give the best injections~!”
Subaru grins coyly. “You’re not the first one to tell me that,” she says, with a saucy wink that makes Maru’s heart flutter.
“I’m not surprised,” Maru says, grinning. “I know you must’ve captured a lot of hearts, but you’ll always have a special something for me, won’t you?”
“Of course,” she giggles, laying a hand on his shoulder. Subaru is always so nice to him, and Maru can’t help but think it’s not just because she’s a nurse, but she has an extra kind touch, just for him. (Yasuda, who’s as accident-prone as Maru is, tells him mournfully, “She’s never that nice to me. She hits me just as much as Kimiko does!” He sounds so troubled that Maru feels guilty for feeling as pleased as he does about the preferential treatment.)
“Now, let’s get this off,” Subaru murmurs, leaning down to start taking the dressing off his thigh.
“Bending over again?” comes a cheerful voice from the doorway. “No surprise there!”
Subaru spins to face Kimiko, who saunters into the room like she belongs there, even though she’s paying no at all attention to Maru, the patient. “Some of us are here to work! Though I don’t expect you to understand that,” Subaru says, narrowing her eyes a little.
Kimiko chuckles. “Yes, work. I know exactly what sort of work you’re doing. Check your bill when you leave, Maru-chan!” she warns cheerfully.
Subaru stares at her. “I’m not the one seen coming out of a supply closet just after Dr Murakami.”
Kimiko actually looks smug at that. “Well, he obviously has more taste~,” she says archly.
Maru’s jaw almost drops. Not only is he surprised she’s not protesting in any way (he’d expect this sort of reaction from Subaru, but not Kimiko!), but he’s also suddenly presented with the mental image of her with the really rather handsome Dr Murakami. He smacks even harder than Kimiko, and with a clipboard too sometimes, but he always laughs at Maru’s jokes, and he has beautiful hands. Maru can’t help it, now - the picture just comes into his mind against his control, of them all over Kimiko, sliding up her thigh and under her uniform…
Maru’s starting to feel quite warm.
“You don’t know I didn’t get there first,” deadpans Subaru. Maru has no idea whether she’s bluffing or not. He doesn’t care, it just adds fuel to his fire.
Kimiko just laughs at her. “I can’t believe you, you maniac! Watch out, Maru-chan! Keep an eye on your hands! You should sue if she touches you!”
“I don’t think I’d mind that much,” murmurs Maru.
Subaru beams, and Maru suddenly feels very strongly that he shouldn’t give Kimiko the impression that he’s taking sides, because he isn’t! Not at all!
“Ladies!” he says, grinning impishly. “You don’t have to fight over me! There’s enough to go round! And how could you possibly expect me to choose between you?” he asks, looking between them and giving them each a wink.
Kimiko giggles, and Subaru pouts, and they look at each other.
“Aww, that’s generous of you,” chuckles Kimiko. “So you like… both of us?”
Maru blinks, his breath suddenly catching. What is she asking? Yes, he likes them both, very much - he loves how Subaru’s always flirty, and Kimiko treats him mean with a smile, and how they’re both so confident and assertive, not shy and retiring like so many girls. He likes to tease and be teased back, twice as hard. It’s sexy. But, when the two of them get together… When they tease Maru, he folds like yesterday’s newspaper, he’s the silly man who lets them trample him. But they don’t back down to each other, and that’s why Maru thinks Subaru and Kimiko are the perfect fantasy figures for him.
Of course, from the first time he was in hospital he’s had naughty thoughts about each of them individually. Subaru climbing over him as he lies on the bed, her little skirt riding up even shorter as she straddles him, pushy and demanding and not giving in till she gets what she wants. Maru, of course, would be only too happy to oblige.
With Kimiko, he always wondered if she’d spank him. Maybe it wouldn’t excite her, but Maru would love it. He’d do anything in return. If she wanted to just lie back and be pleasured, Maru would gladly do it. He wants to taste her, surprise her with his skill and willingness.
He’d do anything either of them told him, and he’s spent some very happy times imagining just that. But the first time he saw them spar with each other, it opened up whole new avenues for him. They’ve both got sharp tongues that they use as much against each other as they do on him; but they work well together as colleagues, and he can tell they’re friends really.
When Maru first met them both, he wondered if maybe they went out clubbing together, imagined them dancing together, closer and slower and dirtier in the heat, captivating filthy-minded men like him.
Innocently he asked Subaru one day what she did for fun, whether she went dancing at all with her friends.
She’d made a face. “Ugh, I hate dancing! I go to gigs! I like real music!”
Maru was undeterred: a rock chick, then? That was hot. Rock girls liked to wear very short skirts and stockings and PVC and stuff. Maru could approve of that.
He tried the same approach to Kimiko. What sort of music did she like? But she wasn’t really interested. “I like music fine. But I prefer gaming! And manga!”
Maru wasn’t sure what he thought of geeky girls. But Kimiko was still sexy, and Maru still had the vivid imagination of a young man who’s been celibate for far too long.
It’s not like he’s overly concerned with realism, but somehow it’s even hotter if it’s something he can believe might really be happening, while he’s in bed thinking about it. So when they’ve both finished their shift, he imagines them going back to the locker room, getting changed out of their uniforms and ready to leave.
“Did you gain some weight again?” Subaru would ask, deadpan.
Kimiko would maybe throw something at her. Like a slipper, or even a stocking. “Well, even if I have, it’s better than being scrawny! Guys like a bit more meat on a girl,” she’d say, sticking her chest out.
In Maru’s mind, Subaru raises her eyebrows. “Yeah? Well, no matter how good a body you’ve got, it’s pointless if you don’t get the best use out of it,” she says airily.
Kimiko laughs. “It’s kind of you to be concerned, but there’s really no need,” she says smugly. (Maru likes to imagine they maybe talk a bit about the patients they know find them attractive. The ones they maybe meet up with after they’ve been discharged. That is to say, he imagines them reporting back about the fantastic time they had with one particular young man. They needn’t mention his name, but he made them feel so good.)
“Seriously, guys don’t care how big your thighs are, if it means they get to handle something like these.” Maru imagines Kimiko cupping her own breasts over her bra, pushing them together and leaning over to give Subaru a good look. “C’mon, Subaru. Aren’t you just a little bit curious about what it feels like to actually have a chest?” (Maru has to admit he loves boobs, but Subaru has plenty of other assets to compensate for any lack she has in that department.)
This is where it starts to get interesting. Maru knows Subaru wouldn’t back down from a challenge like that. He imagines her stalking over, staring at Kimiko’s cleavage. “Go on then. You’re so proud of them, let’s see what the fuss is about,” she’d say, then go in with both hands for a good grope. “You’re such a show off, Kimiko,” she’d murmur. “You just wanted some attention, didn’t you? How long is it since you had a boyfriend?”
“Shut up,” Kimiko would say, but in Maru’s mind it sounds almost like a moan. “You couldn’t wait to get your hands on them!”
Subaru grins. It’s like a leer. “I’ve got to say, you’re right though. They do feel good,” she admits, stroking them more softly, cupping one in each hand.
“You’re so easy,” breathes Kimiko, though it can’t sound like a criticism.
“Yeah, I am,” Subaru responds, and Maru guesses by this point they really should be sitting down on a handy sofa or something, so Subaru can press right up against Kimiko’s chest, her hands still on her breasts as they kiss, hot and messy and sticky with lip-gloss. Maru still sees Subaru as the pushy one, the bratty one, the one who knows what she wants and wants to take it - just like he imagines when he thinks of her crawling over him, rubbing her body against his until he begs her to take advantage of him. He sees her straddling Kimiko’s thigh, knickers still on, maybe stockings too, but nothing else, and she’d slide one hand down, over Kimiko’s stomach, over her hip, onto her thigh, until Kimiko spreads her legs and swears and demands Subaru stop messing about and do it properly. And of course Subaru would, because she never does anything by halves. (Maru knows this from her skill with the needle.)
That’s about the sum of Maru’s opinion on the matter. So when Kimiko asks him if he likes ‘both of them’, he’s struck by the sudden paranoia of the guilty, naughty boy. Is it written on his face? He’s not good at hiding his feelings, have they been able to somehow sense his lustful imaginings about what they get up to together in their free time?
He knows there’s no point denying that much, at least. “Of course, I like you both very much!” he replies with a grin.
Kimiko giggles again, and Subaru puts her hand over her mouth, sniggering behind it. Maru isn’t sure whether that’s good or bad.
“Oh Maru-chan, you’re not very observant, are you?” Kimiko asks, still giggling.
Maru looks between them, puzzled. It’s true, observancy isn’t necessarily one of his strong points, in some ways - he likes imagination, and creativity, and crazy flights of fancy. “Well, I guess I prefer fantasy,” he replies, giving her a cheeky smile and trying not to show his uncertainty.
“Good answer,” murmurs Subaru, but they’re both still smirking.
“Well Maru-chan,” says Kimiko, “I hate to ruin your lesbian scenario, but…” and she bends down and whispers something in Maru’s ear.
What she says makes his eyes fly to her - his - crotch. “…Really?” Maru says, lost for anything else to say.
They both burst out laughing.
“Really!” cackles Kimik… Kimi-kun.
“He doesn’t seem that bothers,” Subaru says in amusement. (Subaru, Maru decides, can stay ‘Subaru’ in his mind. After all, he still looks like a girl. When he looks at Kimi, really looks, with his eyes now opened, he can see the wig, can tell from the build of his body; he catches himself thinking, uselessly, how could he never have noticed before? Subaru, though… he’s slight and small enough that Maru would believe them if they said it was a joke, and he really was a girl after all. The contrast between them still attracts him - delicate, androgynous Subaru and bigger, bolder Kimi. It must be the heated state he’s got himself into, but he’s already re-casting his fantasy in his head, just out of curiosity. He quickly files it away for later consideration before he turns too pink.)
Maru looks from Subaru to Kimi helplessly. He feels foolish, sure, but Maru spends most of his life that way; he actively seeks it out most of the time, because everyone likes someone they can feel intellectually superior to! “You’re both still very attractive young - men,” he manages. “And you make very beautiful lady nurses!” he blurts out.
Subaru and Kimi keep giggling. Maru wonders how surprised they really are at his own lack of surprise - they’re not showing it much, and Maru wonders if he’s ruined their fun by not being completely scandalised; but if they’ve been doing this all this time, he suspects they’re probably actually a little bit relieved he’s not flipped out and punched anyone.
Maru thinks that, after all the times he’s been in the hospital, they know him pretty well. If they were going to tell anyone, Maru knows he was a very safe bet to not cause any trouble.
Still. There might be some fun to be had for him, too.
“So, how are you going to keep me quiet? I could tell anyone, y’know! What are you going to offer me to keep my mouth shut?” he asks, unable to keep the grin off his face.
Kimi laughs. Subaru raises his eyebrows.
“I bet you’ve got some suggestions,” says Subaru, leaning over him with his hands on the bed.
“I bet,” echoes Kimi. “Sounds a bit like blackmail to me!” he says. “You wouldn’t want us to lose our jobs, would you, Maru-chan? Then who’d look after you the next time you get beaten up by a bunch of 8-year-olds?”
Maru has to admit, he has a point.
They laugh at him. Again. “Don’t worry,” says Subaru huskily, close to Maru’s ear and making him shiver. “We know you’d never tell.”
“But you never know, maybe you’ll get a reward sometime,” adds Kimi, closing in on his other side. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at Maru’s lap, and Subaru does the same.
Maru squirms: he knows he’s a pitiful figure. Just the tones of their voices, the way he’s being owned by a pair of cross-dressers - but Maru can’t get enough. He listens to his heart beating, thinking about what he’d like them to give him. Maybe - Maru wonders just how much of his fantasy world they’ve been able to guess at, whether, somehow, by some miracle, this is his turn -
“Maybe. Sometime when you’re out of here, when you’re not hampered by injury,” Kimi says, with a grin.
“Seriously, we should start a loyalty card scheme,” Subaru mumbles.
Kimi laughs. “Well, Subaru, I think our shift’s over~,” he says breezily.
Subaru makes a big show of looking at the clock. “I think you’re right~,” he agrees.
Maru feels a drop of sweat run down his temple. Nope, it’s not his turn for a wild stroke of miracle luck today. “Er,” he says desperately, feeling like he needs to reassure himself he’s still a real person capable of performing thoughts with his brain.
They grin at him for a moment, then they lean down together and press a kiss to each of his cheeks.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Maru-chan,” Kimi coos, backing towards the door. “Sweet dreams!”
Subaru doesn’t say anything, but as he leaves he throws Maru the sauciest wink he’s ever seen.
Helpless, feeling like his temperature’s risen by ten degrees, Maru chuckles to himself. He’s a glutton for punishment, he’s always known that; but now his ardour’s just increased! And besides - now he has a lot of scenarios to make adjustments to. And right now, wound up tight with lust and thrilled with anticipation for tomorrow, seems like the perfect time to do it.
END
Pairing: Maru/Yoko, Maru/Subaru, Subaru/Yoko (um, kind of)
Rating: R
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction.
Warnings: K8 Hospital AU. XD (If you are unfamiliar with the concept, here's some background.) Maru's imagination.
Notes: I FAIL SO HARD. D: I thought I'd practically finished this weeks ago. Just a few more hundred words, I thought. Yesterday I suddenly realised I need to finish it quick, and now, 1500 extra words later... D: At least I made it in time!! ~*~HAPPY BIRTHDAY ALISSA!!!~*~ ♥♥♥♥♥ Hope you've had an awesome day! But I reserve the right to tinker with your present in order to make it suck less. XD
Maru has always been accident-prone. Some of his earliest memories involve the doctor looking wearily at his mother and asking, “What did he fall off this time?” He’s sure his parents must be a little ashamed of him - they’re both such sporty, physical types - but it’s not Maru’s fault! He’s never been good at co-ordinating with other people, physically or otherwise, but it always made him sort of happy when everyone laughed at him when he fell over his own feet during soccer or baseball games, so he didn’t see any reason to try and improve.
Sometimes, though, it gets him into trouble. That’s why he’s in hospital this time - repairing some ligaments he doesn’t remember tearing. Maybe during a particularly vigorous rendition of “Heads, shoulders knees and toes”. He’s sure the kids would’ve loved to see him cripple himself - they always get such a kick out of his pain and humiliation. The looks on their faces - it’s all a part of the satisfaction of Maru’s job. He’s brightened many a birthday party by letting a child jump on his back, or that old favourite, nearly setting himself on fire. It’s letting the children feel superior to him that makes him so popular, he thinks.
“What, you got your assed kicked by those kids again?!” Nurse Kimiko asks when she brings his dinner.
“No, this time it’s my old war wound,” Maru says, a pitiful look on his face.
“What are you talking about?!” Kimiko laughs, whacking him in a friendly way. Maru isn’t sure what her bosses would say if they saw her hitting the patients, but he never says anything. After all, Dr Murakami does it all the time.
“No, seriously though, I don’t mind getting hurt if it means I can come in here and see your face again,” he says, putting on his best ‘charming’ face.
Kimiko hits him again, but it doesn’t put Maru off. Far from it. As long as she keeps smacking, he’ll keep saying silly stuff.
It’s not like that with Nurse Subaru, though.
“Did those kids attack you again?” she asks sympathetically when she comes to check his dressing.
“They’re vicious!” Maru says with the same pitiful expression. “Their teeth are so sharp!”
“Poor thing,” Subaru giggles. “Do I need to give you a tetanus or rabies shot?”
“Maybe you’d better,” says Maru. “You give the best injections~!”
Subaru grins coyly. “You’re not the first one to tell me that,” she says, with a saucy wink that makes Maru’s heart flutter.
“I’m not surprised,” Maru says, grinning. “I know you must’ve captured a lot of hearts, but you’ll always have a special something for me, won’t you?”
“Of course,” she giggles, laying a hand on his shoulder. Subaru is always so nice to him, and Maru can’t help but think it’s not just because she’s a nurse, but she has an extra kind touch, just for him. (Yasuda, who’s as accident-prone as Maru is, tells him mournfully, “She’s never that nice to me. She hits me just as much as Kimiko does!” He sounds so troubled that Maru feels guilty for feeling as pleased as he does about the preferential treatment.)
“Now, let’s get this off,” Subaru murmurs, leaning down to start taking the dressing off his thigh.
“Bending over again?” comes a cheerful voice from the doorway. “No surprise there!”
Subaru spins to face Kimiko, who saunters into the room like she belongs there, even though she’s paying no at all attention to Maru, the patient. “Some of us are here to work! Though I don’t expect you to understand that,” Subaru says, narrowing her eyes a little.
Kimiko chuckles. “Yes, work. I know exactly what sort of work you’re doing. Check your bill when you leave, Maru-chan!” she warns cheerfully.
Subaru stares at her. “I’m not the one seen coming out of a supply closet just after Dr Murakami.”
Kimiko actually looks smug at that. “Well, he obviously has more taste~,” she says archly.
Maru’s jaw almost drops. Not only is he surprised she’s not protesting in any way (he’d expect this sort of reaction from Subaru, but not Kimiko!), but he’s also suddenly presented with the mental image of her with the really rather handsome Dr Murakami. He smacks even harder than Kimiko, and with a clipboard too sometimes, but he always laughs at Maru’s jokes, and he has beautiful hands. Maru can’t help it, now - the picture just comes into his mind against his control, of them all over Kimiko, sliding up her thigh and under her uniform…
Maru’s starting to feel quite warm.
“You don’t know I didn’t get there first,” deadpans Subaru. Maru has no idea whether she’s bluffing or not. He doesn’t care, it just adds fuel to his fire.
Kimiko just laughs at her. “I can’t believe you, you maniac! Watch out, Maru-chan! Keep an eye on your hands! You should sue if she touches you!”
“I don’t think I’d mind that much,” murmurs Maru.
Subaru beams, and Maru suddenly feels very strongly that he shouldn’t give Kimiko the impression that he’s taking sides, because he isn’t! Not at all!
“Ladies!” he says, grinning impishly. “You don’t have to fight over me! There’s enough to go round! And how could you possibly expect me to choose between you?” he asks, looking between them and giving them each a wink.
Kimiko giggles, and Subaru pouts, and they look at each other.
“Aww, that’s generous of you,” chuckles Kimiko. “So you like… both of us?”
Maru blinks, his breath suddenly catching. What is she asking? Yes, he likes them both, very much - he loves how Subaru’s always flirty, and Kimiko treats him mean with a smile, and how they’re both so confident and assertive, not shy and retiring like so many girls. He likes to tease and be teased back, twice as hard. It’s sexy. But, when the two of them get together… When they tease Maru, he folds like yesterday’s newspaper, he’s the silly man who lets them trample him. But they don’t back down to each other, and that’s why Maru thinks Subaru and Kimiko are the perfect fantasy figures for him.
Of course, from the first time he was in hospital he’s had naughty thoughts about each of them individually. Subaru climbing over him as he lies on the bed, her little skirt riding up even shorter as she straddles him, pushy and demanding and not giving in till she gets what she wants. Maru, of course, would be only too happy to oblige.
With Kimiko, he always wondered if she’d spank him. Maybe it wouldn’t excite her, but Maru would love it. He’d do anything in return. If she wanted to just lie back and be pleasured, Maru would gladly do it. He wants to taste her, surprise her with his skill and willingness.
He’d do anything either of them told him, and he’s spent some very happy times imagining just that. But the first time he saw them spar with each other, it opened up whole new avenues for him. They’ve both got sharp tongues that they use as much against each other as they do on him; but they work well together as colleagues, and he can tell they’re friends really.
When Maru first met them both, he wondered if maybe they went out clubbing together, imagined them dancing together, closer and slower and dirtier in the heat, captivating filthy-minded men like him.
Innocently he asked Subaru one day what she did for fun, whether she went dancing at all with her friends.
She’d made a face. “Ugh, I hate dancing! I go to gigs! I like real music!”
Maru was undeterred: a rock chick, then? That was hot. Rock girls liked to wear very short skirts and stockings and PVC and stuff. Maru could approve of that.
He tried the same approach to Kimiko. What sort of music did she like? But she wasn’t really interested. “I like music fine. But I prefer gaming! And manga!”
Maru wasn’t sure what he thought of geeky girls. But Kimiko was still sexy, and Maru still had the vivid imagination of a young man who’s been celibate for far too long.
It’s not like he’s overly concerned with realism, but somehow it’s even hotter if it’s something he can believe might really be happening, while he’s in bed thinking about it. So when they’ve both finished their shift, he imagines them going back to the locker room, getting changed out of their uniforms and ready to leave.
“Did you gain some weight again?” Subaru would ask, deadpan.
Kimiko would maybe throw something at her. Like a slipper, or even a stocking. “Well, even if I have, it’s better than being scrawny! Guys like a bit more meat on a girl,” she’d say, sticking her chest out.
In Maru’s mind, Subaru raises her eyebrows. “Yeah? Well, no matter how good a body you’ve got, it’s pointless if you don’t get the best use out of it,” she says airily.
Kimiko laughs. “It’s kind of you to be concerned, but there’s really no need,” she says smugly. (Maru likes to imagine they maybe talk a bit about the patients they know find them attractive. The ones they maybe meet up with after they’ve been discharged. That is to say, he imagines them reporting back about the fantastic time they had with one particular young man. They needn’t mention his name, but he made them feel so good.)
“Seriously, guys don’t care how big your thighs are, if it means they get to handle something like these.” Maru imagines Kimiko cupping her own breasts over her bra, pushing them together and leaning over to give Subaru a good look. “C’mon, Subaru. Aren’t you just a little bit curious about what it feels like to actually have a chest?” (Maru has to admit he loves boobs, but Subaru has plenty of other assets to compensate for any lack she has in that department.)
This is where it starts to get interesting. Maru knows Subaru wouldn’t back down from a challenge like that. He imagines her stalking over, staring at Kimiko’s cleavage. “Go on then. You’re so proud of them, let’s see what the fuss is about,” she’d say, then go in with both hands for a good grope. “You’re such a show off, Kimiko,” she’d murmur. “You just wanted some attention, didn’t you? How long is it since you had a boyfriend?”
“Shut up,” Kimiko would say, but in Maru’s mind it sounds almost like a moan. “You couldn’t wait to get your hands on them!”
Subaru grins. It’s like a leer. “I’ve got to say, you’re right though. They do feel good,” she admits, stroking them more softly, cupping one in each hand.
“You’re so easy,” breathes Kimiko, though it can’t sound like a criticism.
“Yeah, I am,” Subaru responds, and Maru guesses by this point they really should be sitting down on a handy sofa or something, so Subaru can press right up against Kimiko’s chest, her hands still on her breasts as they kiss, hot and messy and sticky with lip-gloss. Maru still sees Subaru as the pushy one, the bratty one, the one who knows what she wants and wants to take it - just like he imagines when he thinks of her crawling over him, rubbing her body against his until he begs her to take advantage of him. He sees her straddling Kimiko’s thigh, knickers still on, maybe stockings too, but nothing else, and she’d slide one hand down, over Kimiko’s stomach, over her hip, onto her thigh, until Kimiko spreads her legs and swears and demands Subaru stop messing about and do it properly. And of course Subaru would, because she never does anything by halves. (Maru knows this from her skill with the needle.)
That’s about the sum of Maru’s opinion on the matter. So when Kimiko asks him if he likes ‘both of them’, he’s struck by the sudden paranoia of the guilty, naughty boy. Is it written on his face? He’s not good at hiding his feelings, have they been able to somehow sense his lustful imaginings about what they get up to together in their free time?
He knows there’s no point denying that much, at least. “Of course, I like you both very much!” he replies with a grin.
Kimiko giggles again, and Subaru puts her hand over her mouth, sniggering behind it. Maru isn’t sure whether that’s good or bad.
“Oh Maru-chan, you’re not very observant, are you?” Kimiko asks, still giggling.
Maru looks between them, puzzled. It’s true, observancy isn’t necessarily one of his strong points, in some ways - he likes imagination, and creativity, and crazy flights of fancy. “Well, I guess I prefer fantasy,” he replies, giving her a cheeky smile and trying not to show his uncertainty.
“Good answer,” murmurs Subaru, but they’re both still smirking.
“Well Maru-chan,” says Kimiko, “I hate to ruin your lesbian scenario, but…” and she bends down and whispers something in Maru’s ear.
What she says makes his eyes fly to her - his - crotch. “…Really?” Maru says, lost for anything else to say.
They both burst out laughing.
“Really!” cackles Kimik… Kimi-kun.
“He doesn’t seem that bothers,” Subaru says in amusement. (Subaru, Maru decides, can stay ‘Subaru’ in his mind. After all, he still looks like a girl. When he looks at Kimi, really looks, with his eyes now opened, he can see the wig, can tell from the build of his body; he catches himself thinking, uselessly, how could he never have noticed before? Subaru, though… he’s slight and small enough that Maru would believe them if they said it was a joke, and he really was a girl after all. The contrast between them still attracts him - delicate, androgynous Subaru and bigger, bolder Kimi. It must be the heated state he’s got himself into, but he’s already re-casting his fantasy in his head, just out of curiosity. He quickly files it away for later consideration before he turns too pink.)
Maru looks from Subaru to Kimi helplessly. He feels foolish, sure, but Maru spends most of his life that way; he actively seeks it out most of the time, because everyone likes someone they can feel intellectually superior to! “You’re both still very attractive young - men,” he manages. “And you make very beautiful lady nurses!” he blurts out.
Subaru and Kimi keep giggling. Maru wonders how surprised they really are at his own lack of surprise - they’re not showing it much, and Maru wonders if he’s ruined their fun by not being completely scandalised; but if they’ve been doing this all this time, he suspects they’re probably actually a little bit relieved he’s not flipped out and punched anyone.
Maru thinks that, after all the times he’s been in the hospital, they know him pretty well. If they were going to tell anyone, Maru knows he was a very safe bet to not cause any trouble.
Still. There might be some fun to be had for him, too.
“So, how are you going to keep me quiet? I could tell anyone, y’know! What are you going to offer me to keep my mouth shut?” he asks, unable to keep the grin off his face.
Kimi laughs. Subaru raises his eyebrows.
“I bet you’ve got some suggestions,” says Subaru, leaning over him with his hands on the bed.
“I bet,” echoes Kimi. “Sounds a bit like blackmail to me!” he says. “You wouldn’t want us to lose our jobs, would you, Maru-chan? Then who’d look after you the next time you get beaten up by a bunch of 8-year-olds?”
Maru has to admit, he has a point.
They laugh at him. Again. “Don’t worry,” says Subaru huskily, close to Maru’s ear and making him shiver. “We know you’d never tell.”
“But you never know, maybe you’ll get a reward sometime,” adds Kimi, closing in on his other side. He doesn’t even try to hide the way he looks at Maru’s lap, and Subaru does the same.
Maru squirms: he knows he’s a pitiful figure. Just the tones of their voices, the way he’s being owned by a pair of cross-dressers - but Maru can’t get enough. He listens to his heart beating, thinking about what he’d like them to give him. Maybe - Maru wonders just how much of his fantasy world they’ve been able to guess at, whether, somehow, by some miracle, this is his turn -
“Maybe. Sometime when you’re out of here, when you’re not hampered by injury,” Kimi says, with a grin.
“Seriously, we should start a loyalty card scheme,” Subaru mumbles.
Kimi laughs. “Well, Subaru, I think our shift’s over~,” he says breezily.
Subaru makes a big show of looking at the clock. “I think you’re right~,” he agrees.
Maru feels a drop of sweat run down his temple. Nope, it’s not his turn for a wild stroke of miracle luck today. “Er,” he says desperately, feeling like he needs to reassure himself he’s still a real person capable of performing thoughts with his brain.
They grin at him for a moment, then they lean down together and press a kiss to each of his cheeks.
“We’ll see you tomorrow, Maru-chan,” Kimi coos, backing towards the door. “Sweet dreams!”
Subaru doesn’t say anything, but as he leaves he throws Maru the sauciest wink he’s ever seen.
Helpless, feeling like his temperature’s risen by ten degrees, Maru chuckles to himself. He’s a glutton for punishment, he’s always known that; but now his ardour’s just increased! And besides - now he has a lot of scenarios to make adjustments to. And right now, wound up tight with lust and thrilled with anticipation for tomorrow, seems like the perfect time to do it.
END