Samurai Flamenco (Nightbreed) - Gifts & Curses [1] [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: gifts & curses [1]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Masanori, Keikio
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2065
Summary: "I'm home!"



The entire house smelled of wet dog in the rainy season. Gotou sighed as he closed the front door behind him, putting his umbrella away in the stand and eyeing the pairs of overturned shoes as he took off his own. He straightened the other two pairs out of habit, and stepped out of the genkan, loosening his tie.

“I'm home,” he called in the direction of the kitchen, where he heard the clatter of pots and pans. A quick peek in through the kitchen confirmed that at the source of the clatter was Masayoshi, wearing a powder-blue apron and wielding far too many pots. Gotou ducked in and caught two before they could clatter to the ground as well, leaving Masayoshi free to drop his entire armful of pots and pans on the counter.

“Whew,” Masayoshi said. “We have a lot of pans, where did these all come from?” He turned to Gotou and grinned, catching him by the sleeve and tugging him close. “Welcome home, I'm getting to work on dinner! Any requests?”

“Something not burnt,” Gotou said dryly.

“Mean,” Masayoshi said, puffing out his cheeks. “I haven't burnt anything in a long time.”

“I know.” Gotou said, sliding his arm around Masayoshi's waist and nuzzling against his neck. “But when you do, it's catastrophic.”

Masayoshi smacked his chest with both hands. “I've never had to use the fire extinguisher on my cooking,” he said, referring to a disastrous incident a few months back. Gotou flushed and ducked his head.

“That was an accident,” he said. If you looked close, you could still see scorch marks on the wall, along the very edge of the appliance where it was hard to get to to clean.

“Just for that, I'm making your dinner extra crispy,” Masayoshi said.

“You can skip my dinner altogether,” Gotou murmured. “I'd really rather have you.”

Masayoshi smiled at him, but knew how to wriggle out underneath his hands. “Kids are home,” he reminded Gotou, and Gotou sighed dramatically.

“If you could keep your voice down,” he muttered, and Masayoshi pinched him.

“They'd smell us, you know.”

Gotou groaned and dropped his forehead to Masayoshi's shoulder. “I miss all the sex we used to have,” he said. “You know, the spontaneous unplanned sex.”

Masayoshi ruffled his hair and murmured into his ear. “They want to leave early tonight to go running, that'll give us an hour or so.”

“Oh boy,” Gotou said. “An hour. Ow!”

“Or we could not do anything at all,” Masayoshi said airily, disengaging from Gotou's arms. He glanced back over his shoulder at Gotou, eyes flirty and Gotou felt his heart go into his throat at the thought of absolutely destroying that expression and leaving Masayoshi begging on his back, and he exhaled loudly.

Focus.

“Go get changed,” Masayoshi suggested. “You'll feel better out of uniform.”

“Right,” Gotou said, and headed out of the kitchen. He paused in the doorway and glanced back over his shoulder, at Masayoshi busily rinsing vegetables under the tap and smiled, then headed for the stairs.

#

The door to Keiko's room was open as he passed, and he saw her sitting at her desk, still in her school uniform, busily doing homework with her headphones in. Gotou shook his head and smiled despite himself, relishing how weirdly normal the situation looked to anyone on the outside.

Just a normal family.

#

It was raining that Sunday when Kiri arrived with the other man, Kennichi. They each had a small carrier in hand, and Gotou had stood in foyer and said, “Please tell me you didn't transport children in dog crates.”

Kennichi leaned forward and raised an eyebrow at Kiri, who shrugged loosely. “I may have forgotten to mention this part,” he said innocently.

Masayoshi peered into one crate's depth, and blinked in surprise at the twin gold eyes that stared out. “These are actual puppies,” he said, sticking his finger in through the wire mesh at one end of the carrier.

“I wouldn't do that,” Kiri said, as the small wolf lunged forward, its jaw closing down on Masayoshi's finger with enough force to sever it.

Masayoshi screeched in pain and yanked his now-bleeding finger back and stuck it in his mouth. Gotou stared at Kiri. “These are not kids, Koji.”

“They are,” Kennichi said, his violet eyes amused. “Wolves borne from werewolves can change even if the moon isn't in the sky. They're called born wolves, not werewolves.”

Gotou glared at Masayoshi, but Masayoshi was staring into the crate again, finger still in his mouth. “Poor things,” he said. “To be so scared as to be in this form right now....”

#

It was Masayoshi's insistence that they always try to eat dinner together. With Gotou getting off work around the same time every night, and Masayoshi rarely away from the house it worked out that they could do so.

“So,” Gotou said, bowl of rice in hand as he watched the kids eat. “What have I said about killing chickens?”

Masanori – a year younger than Keiko, his hair shades lighter but still brown, didn't stop eating, but squinted at his sister, who had. Keiko had her dark hair pulled into pigtails, and she held her bowl of rice away and laughed guiltily.

“I haven't killed any chickens,” she said. She was a worse liar than Masayoshi.

“Really? Because Hashimoto was in today to file another report about wild dogs attacking his livestock.”

“I didn't kill any chickens intentionally,” Keiko muttered, refusing to meet Gotou's eye. “I was after the fox.”

“Did you get the fox?” Masayoshi asked.

“I did! Fox doesn't taste very good, very gamey.” She shook her head and realized that Gotou was still glaring at her. “What? I stopped the fox from killing chickens.”

“Let Hashimoto deal with the foxes,” Gotou said. “Besides, you aren't supposed to be going out at night.”

The corner of Keiko's mouth turned up. “What, like you're going to stop me?”

“Keiko-chan,” Masayoshi said softly, and she ducked her head and looked down at her food.

Gotou sighed and looked to Masayoshi, who was eating calmly.

“I'm done,” Keiko announced, putting her dish down and shoving the chair out, standing up quickly.

“Oi,” Gotou said, but Masayoshi touched Gotou's arm with one hand and shook his head. Gotou watched as Keiko walked her dishes to the kitchen – and after a moment's consideration Masanori shoved several large bites of food into his mouth and followed her, taking his dishes to the kitchen first.

Gotou sighed as he heard them both run up the steps. “I'm not any good at this,” he said, and Masayoshi smiled at him.

“You're fine, they're just teenagers,” he said.

“She's barely thirteen,” Gotou muttered. “Doesn't she get how dangerous it is?”

“They'll learn.” Masayoshi seemed remarkably unconcerned, and as he rose to collect the remaining dishes there was the thunderous noise of two full-grown wolves tumbling down the steps. They circled the dining room table once and Gotou rolled his eyes, got to his feet and walked to the back door to let them out.

“No more chickens,” he said, and the larger of the two wolves, grey and white, snorted. When Gotou opened the door they vanished out into the rainy twilight.

#

“Just us now,” Gotou said, snaking his hands over Masayoshi's hips as he filled the sink with sudsy water.

“Mm,” Masayoshi said, tilting his head back as Gotou kissed his neck. “Help me finish the dishes and I'll blow you.”

Gotou got his arms around Masayoshi's waist and picked him up. Masayoshi made a squawking noise of alarm as Gotou shifted, and swung him more comfortably into his arms. “Dishes can wait,” he said.

“Hey!” Masayoshi laughed, and kicked – but he was at an angle he couldn't do anything anyway. “Put me down, Hidenori-”

“Nope.” He headed for the stairs.

#

It was hard to believe it had been almost five years, now. Masayoshi laughed as Gotou nuzzled his neck, palms flat on his chest, fingers, flicking at his nipples, pinching and rubbing. He lay atop Masayoshi, still partially clothed, taking his sweet time getting to that part of the body that was still somewhat hidden by underwear.

Masayoshi's nipples were sensitive though, and he ducked his head down, dragging the flat of his tongue over one nub and smirking as Masayoshi made a choked off noise, trembling beneath him.

They didn't have to speak for this, they knew the others' body well enough by now, but it didn't change the fact that Gotou liked to lick, to taste, to touch. He trailed down Masayoshi's chest, teasingly slow, to the point where Masayoshi started pushing his head toward his groin and Gotou laughed.

It was true, that they didn't get to do this as much as they used to – but it wasn't any less special, every time. Taking Masayoshi to pieces with his mouth was great fun, watching him shudder and come apart, head tilted back in the pillows, legs over Gotou's shoulders, one hand tight in his hair.

Gotou slid his fingers through the slick that had escaped his mouth, watched as Masayoshi twitched again. He smelled so delicious that Gotou felt like he could devour Masayoshi whole. “Have my eyes changed yet?” he asked, feeling the moon in his blood.

Masayoshi opened his own eyes – and while his eyes didn't change, not like Gotou's, there was a quality he'd noticed when the moon was coming, the blue getting deeper and heavier before the change. “You know they have,” he said, and Gotou climbed up his body, kissed him deep as they shuffled around, lining things up.

This was – he didn't want to say the best part, because just having Masayoshi beside him every day was the best part, but this was certainly in the top five – that feeling of sinking into him, wet heat sucking him in, settling himself against Masayoshi and feeling Masayoshi tighten, drawing him in deeper.

“Love,” Masayoshi gasped, as Gotou shifted, pressed his body against Masayoshi's. Masayoshi threw his arms over Gotou's shoulders, legs in the air as Gotou moved again. “Love you, Hideno-oh, oh fuck-”

“Naughty,” Gotou murmured, feeling his cock swell, the knot seating itself against Masayoshi's sweet spot. He could move it a little – not a lot, but enough that the rocking motion made Masayoshi scrabble and jerk against him, coming hot and sticky across his stomach as they kept on.

The moon would come soon enough, but until then, they had this.

#

The grey wolf sat sprawled on a rock under an overhang, watching the rain come down. It had started again, not long after they'd left, and she chose to seek shelter instead of continuing on.

“Why'd you lie to Gotou?” Masanori asked, human again, crouched naked in the dirt. “You didn't kill any chickens. Or a fox.”

Keiko huffed out a sigh and rolled her ears back, ignoring her brother.

“Oi,” Masanori said, in a tone of voice he only reserved for his sister. He tugged on Keiko's ear and she turned and snapped at him, teeth flashing in the dimness.

He was a wolf before her eyes, a heartbeat and he was snapping at her as well, fur standing up along the ridge of his spine, eyes glinting in the darkness. They growled at each other – and then Keiko backed down, lowered her head to her paws and resumed watching the rain.