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scriveynerTitle: Cold Winter Night
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 541
Summary: Sometimes, he missed it.
Sometimes, he missed it.
Masayoshi lifted his head and inhaled deeply. It was cold, bitterly so - the clouds had passed in the late afternoon before the sun set, leaving the sky empty and cold with a paintbrush-splatter of stars spread across the canvass of night. If there was one reprieve, it didn’t smell of snow for the moment.
What he missed most, when he thought about it, were those long winter nights of only a year ago. Cooped up in Gotou-san’s apartment, curled under the heavy covers on his bed, Gotou’s body stretched alongside his for warmth. There was something immensely comforting and familiar about those memories, drenched in warm nostalgia. So much had happened since then.
The moon sat heavy and full, low in the northeastern sky. He could feel its song under his skin, a gentle prickle, a melody as old as time itself. He heard the soft crunch of snow behind him and didn’t have to look but did anyway.
Gotou always looked gorgeous in moonlight. Whether it was a few nights back, lying naked in their bed bathed in the silvery light of a waxing moon, hands warm and flat on Masayoshi’s hips or right now, as the light slid and vanished into the dark shine of his fur, catching on the silver of the chain he wore around his neck - he always took the breath from Masayoshi’s lungs.
They could speak like this, if they wanted. They no longer had to, though - Gotou came up on his flank, nuzzled against his side and leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder. Masayoshi leaned into the press of his weight, as Gotou butted his head under Masayoshi’s chin, just sharp enough that his jaw snapped together, teeth clacking.
He still missed the comfort of scratching his long fingers through Gotou’s fur, behind his ears, watching that predatory expression melt into something akin to bliss as he found the spot, right there - but that was behind him now, and besides there was certainly something to be said for this, as he nipped at Gotou’s ear, tail wagging slightly.
Gotou ducked back, and Masayoshi almost overbalanced, paws sliding in the snow. Gotou cocked his head, ears flicking, waiting - and Masayoshi shook his own head, paws braced. Oh is that how it’s gonna be?
They would tire themselves out under the cold light of a winter’s moon, dancing through the trees, the skeletal shadows cutting across a snow-covered landscape. Later they would lie together in a clearing, chests heaving and breath steaming into the sky, but right now, Gotou was inviting him to play.
He ducked his head again, fur blacker than the sky above them, ears cocked back. Yeah, Gotou’s voice, distinct and wordless. That’s how it’s gonna be. You wanna do something about it?
There were a lot of things that Masayoshi missed, choices that led him here. Masayoshi bounded toward Gotou, tongue lolling, and they were off, darting into the darkness of night.
He didn’t regret a single one.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: T
Length: 541
Summary: Sometimes, he missed it.
Sometimes, he missed it.
Masayoshi lifted his head and inhaled deeply. It was cold, bitterly so - the clouds had passed in the late afternoon before the sun set, leaving the sky empty and cold with a paintbrush-splatter of stars spread across the canvass of night. If there was one reprieve, it didn’t smell of snow for the moment.
What he missed most, when he thought about it, were those long winter nights of only a year ago. Cooped up in Gotou-san’s apartment, curled under the heavy covers on his bed, Gotou’s body stretched alongside his for warmth. There was something immensely comforting and familiar about those memories, drenched in warm nostalgia. So much had happened since then.
The moon sat heavy and full, low in the northeastern sky. He could feel its song under his skin, a gentle prickle, a melody as old as time itself. He heard the soft crunch of snow behind him and didn’t have to look but did anyway.
Gotou always looked gorgeous in moonlight. Whether it was a few nights back, lying naked in their bed bathed in the silvery light of a waxing moon, hands warm and flat on Masayoshi’s hips or right now, as the light slid and vanished into the dark shine of his fur, catching on the silver of the chain he wore around his neck - he always took the breath from Masayoshi’s lungs.
They could speak like this, if they wanted. They no longer had to, though - Gotou came up on his flank, nuzzled against his side and leaned against him, shoulder to shoulder. Masayoshi leaned into the press of his weight, as Gotou butted his head under Masayoshi’s chin, just sharp enough that his jaw snapped together, teeth clacking.
He still missed the comfort of scratching his long fingers through Gotou’s fur, behind his ears, watching that predatory expression melt into something akin to bliss as he found the spot, right there - but that was behind him now, and besides there was certainly something to be said for this, as he nipped at Gotou’s ear, tail wagging slightly.
Gotou ducked back, and Masayoshi almost overbalanced, paws sliding in the snow. Gotou cocked his head, ears flicking, waiting - and Masayoshi shook his own head, paws braced. Oh is that how it’s gonna be?
They would tire themselves out under the cold light of a winter’s moon, dancing through the trees, the skeletal shadows cutting across a snow-covered landscape. Later they would lie together in a clearing, chests heaving and breath steaming into the sky, but right now, Gotou was inviting him to play.
He ducked his head again, fur blacker than the sky above them, ears cocked back. Yeah, Gotou’s voice, distinct and wordless. That’s how it’s gonna be. You wanna do something about it?
There were a lot of things that Masayoshi missed, choices that led him here. Masayoshi bounded toward Gotou, tongue lolling, and they were off, darting into the darkness of night.
He didn’t regret a single one.
