Samurai Flamenco - Possession [Gotoyoshi]
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scriveynerTitle: Possession
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2411
Summary:
Gotou’s phone vibrated on the coffee table, a soft buzz that was barely enough to be noticed. Masayoshi usually didn’t notice; in fact he was well-tuned to ignoring the soft sound of a phone on vibrate as he was often pretending to be unavailable at his manager’s suggestion. Somehow his number had been leaked some weeks back and after answering the phone continuously for two hours Gotou had taken the device away and turned it off, promptly getting Masayoshi a new telephone number. The new number hadn’t gotten out yet, but there would be an occasional call from someone looking for the previous number’s owner, and both Gotou and Ishihara had forbidden him from answering those calls, lest his number leak again.
That being said, he usually didn’t notice when Gotou’s phone vibrated. Maybe it was because it didn’t vibrate often, or that it was rare that Gotou left it unattended. That was a large measure of trust between them now – Masayoshi knew, and while Gotou had been gradually speaking less and less to his girlfriend he was still reluctant to let his only means of communication with her out of his reach. Masayoshi tilted his head back against the bed, listening to the pipes grumble as Gotou showered, and then his phone vibrated again, insistently.
The vibration was too short for a call, just a text message. Masayoshi rolled his head on the bed and then sat forward, reaching across the table for his own phone in its bright red case. The phone buzzed a third time and Masayoshi blinked at its display, as the new smart phone’s screen lit with the line notification. Gotou had his settings set to light the screen very briefly, he was still intensely private, and Masayoshi didn’t mean to trample all over his privacy, its just that his eyes flickered to the source of the light and was able to read meeting at the bar again? and missed you before it went dark.
Masayoshi froze in place, his fingers on his own phone. Very slowly he picked up his own phone, and settled back against the bed … although he didn’t unlock his phone like he intended to. He just sat and stared at Gotou’s phone, picking apart the line missed you like it was a week-old sunburn.
missed you
Masayoshi wasn’t the most observant. He knew this, it was something that his manager had been working with him on. Training for his heroing was a thousand times easier than trying to decipher the silences that he shared with Gotou; all Masayoshi knew was what felt comfortable versus awkward. Gotou made him feel happy and calm and content; the stress from everything – his modeling job, all his new responsibilities as “President of the World,” the fact that he still moonlit as a hero because like hell anything was going to stop him from setting wrongs right – just seemed to melt away when he got to sit next to Gotou here in this tiny apartment, their shoulders brushing as they shared space.
He hoped that he brought the same serenity to Gotou … he just wasn’t sure that he did.
missed you
Gotou didn’t really go out. He went to work – sparingly right now, he was still on probation – and hung around the apartment with Masayoshi. Occasionally he trundled after Masayoshi to work … but then Masayoshi realized he didn’t really know what Gotou did with his time when he wasn’t around Masayoshi. Surely he didn’t just sit around the apartment.
missed you
He didn’t have a proper girlfriend, Masayoshi at least knew that to be a fact. He didn’t have a girlfriend at all if Masayoshi wanted to be particular about it; and while the nature of their relationship was nebulous at best he did know that Gotou felt something for him in return that was deeper than just friendship. They’d talked about it, a little, never in detail … but Gotou had never actually provided him an answer. It was a spur-of-the-moment proposal, he really ought to do one when he wasn’t naked and Gotou wasn’t prepared to kill a teenager in a blinding rage, but there were many things he ought to do and frankly he probably needed to start writing them down. But they hadn’t actually talked about dating, or even being a couple; maybe Gotou was making a foray out into the world that he didn’t feel the need to talk to Masayoshi about.
That thought, out of all of them – Gotou at a bar, smiling at a mysterious, long-haired woman whose features Masayoshi couldn’t quite make out – made his throat close up. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and held his phone close to his chest and tried not to look at Gotou’s phone when it vibrated again, lighting up for a few seconds before going dark.
The pipes grumbled on. Gotou was taking a long shower.
Masayoshi shivered and put his phone on the table. The temptation to pick up Gotou’s phone and read the chain of messages was practically overwhelming. He wouldn’t snoop, he wouldn’t, it wasn’t his place to. Just because they existed in this weird in-between state didn’t give him any right to, no matter how much his fingers itched to know.
“No,” Masayoshi said to himself, softly, as if Gotou would be able to hear over the ratty old apartment pipes and the hiss of the shower. “Gotou-san is mine.”
Whoa. Masayoshi’s eyes widened a little as the words escaped him, he touched his hand to his mouth. The words felt weirdly raw, strange and blunt, and they stung a bit in his mouth. He tried very, very hard to be unselfish – it was a Heroic Trait after all, heroes were meant to be selfless, self-sacrificing, always giving up their wants and needs for the Greater Good – but in the end he was human, and he loved Gotou, and he was now deeply, insanely jealous of the unnamed female figure he imagined waiting for Gotou at the bar.
The shower shut off, finally. Masayoshi leaned to the right, so he could see through the door toward the hallway, where Gotou would emerge shortly, wearing his boxers and a towel. He waited impatiently, and sure enough, Gotou emerged; skin still faintly flushed with the heat of the water. It had been a long shower, he took those more often these days, and Masayoshi was certain their water bill would be astronomical. Gotou crossed the small hallway, picking up his cigarettes from the kitchen counter and walking into the main room, clearly intending to open the window and sit on his bed and smoke.
Masayoshi frowned at him. “This is a no-smoking complex, Gotou-san! You should have smoked before you came in and took your shower!”
“It’s just a couple puffs,” Gotou said nonchalantly. He climbed onto the bed, past where Masayoshi was sitting. Masayoshi half-turned to frown at him, and stared at the naked line of Gotou’s back instead. He was still damp, skin shiny with water, and his hair held little beads of condensation. Masayoshi watched as Gotou pushed the window up, and then the screen besides, both hands on the sill and leaning out into the dark spring night. “Whoo, it’s freezing out there,” he said. “I’d catch my death smoking outside.”
missed you
Hey Gotou-san, who’s texting you at 23:06 on a Tuesday night? Instead of that, Masayoshi frowned at him again. “You should quit smoking,” he said, and Gotou laughed a little, freely, unaware of the wringer Masayoshi was putting himself through.
“Maybe someday,” Gotou said. “When we live in a little cabin by the sea in Hawai'i, and it’s too much a pain in the ass for me to get cigarettes.” He lit his then, and shook out the lighter, inhaling and leaning out the window to exhale. Masayoshi watched the stream of smoke disappear into the cold, inky black sky.
“I don’t know that I’d want to live in Hawai'i,” Masayoshi said. “Is it okay if the cabin by the sea is still in Japan? I don’t want to miss any of the new sentai shows.”
Gotou laughed, and looked back at Masayoshi fondly. Masayoshi was struck by this expression, open and unassuming, and smiled automatically as a response. He wished he could do more to show Gotou how much that sort of thing meant to him. Gotou-san is mine.
Masayoshi pushed himself up, off the ground, from his sitting position. Gotou was sitting on the end of the bed, twisted toward the window so both his wrists sat on the sill. He tilted his head and shifted a little when Masayoshi climbed onto the bed beside him. Gotou gave him a fond look and a smile. “What are you up to?” he asked Masayoshi, and Masayoshi thumped his shoulders back against the wall beside the window, so he could look at Gotou properly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, as Gotou smoked his cigarette. Then, just as Gotou was taking a drag, Masayoshi asked, “can we have sex?” and Gotou almost sucked the cigarette down his throat.
After a good thirty seconds of coughing (and a cigarette hastily stubbed out on the sill), Gotou finally got his lungs clear. He twisted on the bed to put his back to the now-closed window and looked over at Masayoshi. He locked eyes with Masayoshi, face pink, and said awkwardly, “I just got out of the shower, ‘yoshi.”
It wouldn’t be their first time, or even their third – ever since Masayoshi first started squeezing into the same bed as Gotou, they’d touched each other many times. Emboldened by the lump in his throat, Masayoshi leaned in toward Gotou, who didn’t exactly lean away. He put his hand on Gotou’s bare thigh, skin still warm and damp, and said, “I wanna suck you, Gotou-san.”
Gotou turned pink on command. “Masayoshi,” he said, a little firmer. “Don’t you have a shoot in the morning-” Masayoshi was up on his knees now, staring at Gotou, who flushed even darker and was unable to meet Masayoshi’s eye. “Fine,” he said. “Just sucking though, nothing else, you have an early start.”
Masayoshi leaned in again, hands now both braced on Gotou’s thighs. Gotou let out a mock-aggravated sigh and put one hand on Masayoshi’s chest, as if to shove him away. After a second he hooked his fingers in the collar of Masayoshi’s shirt and pulled him forward. “Why are you so possessive tonight?” he wondered as he kissed Masayoshi. Masayoshi was too busy pulling him out of his boxers sight unseen to answer.
missed you
“Gotou-san is mine,” Masayoshi said softly against Gotou’s lips, before heading south with dogged determination.
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Gotou’s boxers ended up on the floor, along with Masayoshi’s vest and pants and underwear. Masayoshi lay on his back in the mess of the covers, still breathing raggedly and his collared shirt stained with more bodily fluid than he felt comfortable explaining to the dry cleaners. Another one for the trash bin,Masayoshi thought, but didn’t get up.
Gotou did, stretching his arms over his head and putting his glorious back on display unintentionally. Masayoshi admired his handiwork, a new collection of bright red scratches along his shoulder blades as Gotou padded to the table, picking up his phone completely naked as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Oh,” Gotou said, picking up his unfinished beer from earlier. “Nick’s bringing his boyfriend to the ol’ watering hole next Thursday.” He tilted his head back to look at Masayoshi who was staring into the air and squinting. Nick? “Wanna go?”
“Uh, sure,” Masayoshi said.
“Nick, my coworker,” Gotou said patiently, reading a book into Masayoshi’s two syllables. “Short blond hair, night shift.”
“Oh!” missed you “You hang out with him?”
“Sometimes. He’s got some entertaining stories about his otaku boyfriend. Sound familiar?” Masayoshi made a face and Gotou laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure his boyfriend hasn’t saved the world, so he doesn’t have that much on my boyfriend.”
Masayoshi sat up, or rather flailed himself upright, plunking both of his hands down in the sheets between his sprawled out legs. “Gotou-san,” he said. “Did you just call me your boyfriend!?”
“…yeah,” Gotou said, standing frozen by the coffee table, beer in one hand and cell phone in the other, completely naked. “You are.” He eyed Masayoshi with some concern. “Aren’t you…?”
Masayoshi beamed at him happily. “That’s the first time you’ve said it to me,” he said, and Gotou let out a breath, shoulders slumped.
“You’re a piece of work, Masayoshi,” he said, a mild, playful irritation in his voice. “You clearly don’t listen to me at all.”
“Well if you didn’t talk through my shows,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou laughed again and put his cell phone back down, before climbing back onto the bed.
“Idiot,” Gotou said affectionately, “but my idiot.” Masayoshi shivered at Gotou’s tone, smiling happily as Gotou leaned down and kissed him.
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2411
Summary:
Gotou’s phone vibrated on the coffee table, a soft buzz that was barely enough to be noticed. Masayoshi usually didn’t notice; in fact he was well-tuned to ignoring the soft sound of a phone on vibrate as he was often pretending to be unavailable at his manager’s suggestion. Somehow his number had been leaked some weeks back and after answering the phone continuously for two hours Gotou had taken the device away and turned it off, promptly getting Masayoshi a new telephone number. The new number hadn’t gotten out yet, but there would be an occasional call from someone looking for the previous number’s owner, and both Gotou and Ishihara had forbidden him from answering those calls, lest his number leak again.
That being said, he usually didn’t notice when Gotou’s phone vibrated. Maybe it was because it didn’t vibrate often, or that it was rare that Gotou left it unattended. That was a large measure of trust between them now – Masayoshi knew, and while Gotou had been gradually speaking less and less to his girlfriend he was still reluctant to let his only means of communication with her out of his reach. Masayoshi tilted his head back against the bed, listening to the pipes grumble as Gotou showered, and then his phone vibrated again, insistently.
The vibration was too short for a call, just a text message. Masayoshi rolled his head on the bed and then sat forward, reaching across the table for his own phone in its bright red case. The phone buzzed a third time and Masayoshi blinked at its display, as the new smart phone’s screen lit with the line notification. Gotou had his settings set to light the screen very briefly, he was still intensely private, and Masayoshi didn’t mean to trample all over his privacy, its just that his eyes flickered to the source of the light and was able to read meeting at the bar again? and missed you before it went dark.
Masayoshi froze in place, his fingers on his own phone. Very slowly he picked up his own phone, and settled back against the bed … although he didn’t unlock his phone like he intended to. He just sat and stared at Gotou’s phone, picking apart the line missed you like it was a week-old sunburn.
missed you
Masayoshi wasn’t the most observant. He knew this, it was something that his manager had been working with him on. Training for his heroing was a thousand times easier than trying to decipher the silences that he shared with Gotou; all Masayoshi knew was what felt comfortable versus awkward. Gotou made him feel happy and calm and content; the stress from everything – his modeling job, all his new responsibilities as “President of the World,” the fact that he still moonlit as a hero because like hell anything was going to stop him from setting wrongs right – just seemed to melt away when he got to sit next to Gotou here in this tiny apartment, their shoulders brushing as they shared space.
He hoped that he brought the same serenity to Gotou … he just wasn’t sure that he did.
missed you
Gotou didn’t really go out. He went to work – sparingly right now, he was still on probation – and hung around the apartment with Masayoshi. Occasionally he trundled after Masayoshi to work … but then Masayoshi realized he didn’t really know what Gotou did with his time when he wasn’t around Masayoshi. Surely he didn’t just sit around the apartment.
missed you
He didn’t have a proper girlfriend, Masayoshi at least knew that to be a fact. He didn’t have a girlfriend at all if Masayoshi wanted to be particular about it; and while the nature of their relationship was nebulous at best he did know that Gotou felt something for him in return that was deeper than just friendship. They’d talked about it, a little, never in detail … but Gotou had never actually provided him an answer. It was a spur-of-the-moment proposal, he really ought to do one when he wasn’t naked and Gotou wasn’t prepared to kill a teenager in a blinding rage, but there were many things he ought to do and frankly he probably needed to start writing them down. But they hadn’t actually talked about dating, or even being a couple; maybe Gotou was making a foray out into the world that he didn’t feel the need to talk to Masayoshi about.
That thought, out of all of them – Gotou at a bar, smiling at a mysterious, long-haired woman whose features Masayoshi couldn’t quite make out – made his throat close up. He swallowed hard around the lump in his throat and held his phone close to his chest and tried not to look at Gotou’s phone when it vibrated again, lighting up for a few seconds before going dark.
The pipes grumbled on. Gotou was taking a long shower.
Masayoshi shivered and put his phone on the table. The temptation to pick up Gotou’s phone and read the chain of messages was practically overwhelming. He wouldn’t snoop, he wouldn’t, it wasn’t his place to. Just because they existed in this weird in-between state didn’t give him any right to, no matter how much his fingers itched to know.
“No,” Masayoshi said to himself, softly, as if Gotou would be able to hear over the ratty old apartment pipes and the hiss of the shower. “Gotou-san is mine.”
Whoa. Masayoshi’s eyes widened a little as the words escaped him, he touched his hand to his mouth. The words felt weirdly raw, strange and blunt, and they stung a bit in his mouth. He tried very, very hard to be unselfish – it was a Heroic Trait after all, heroes were meant to be selfless, self-sacrificing, always giving up their wants and needs for the Greater Good – but in the end he was human, and he loved Gotou, and he was now deeply, insanely jealous of the unnamed female figure he imagined waiting for Gotou at the bar.
The shower shut off, finally. Masayoshi leaned to the right, so he could see through the door toward the hallway, where Gotou would emerge shortly, wearing his boxers and a towel. He waited impatiently, and sure enough, Gotou emerged; skin still faintly flushed with the heat of the water. It had been a long shower, he took those more often these days, and Masayoshi was certain their water bill would be astronomical. Gotou crossed the small hallway, picking up his cigarettes from the kitchen counter and walking into the main room, clearly intending to open the window and sit on his bed and smoke.
Masayoshi frowned at him. “This is a no-smoking complex, Gotou-san! You should have smoked before you came in and took your shower!”
“It’s just a couple puffs,” Gotou said nonchalantly. He climbed onto the bed, past where Masayoshi was sitting. Masayoshi half-turned to frown at him, and stared at the naked line of Gotou’s back instead. He was still damp, skin shiny with water, and his hair held little beads of condensation. Masayoshi watched as Gotou pushed the window up, and then the screen besides, both hands on the sill and leaning out into the dark spring night. “Whoo, it’s freezing out there,” he said. “I’d catch my death smoking outside.”
missed you
Hey Gotou-san, who’s texting you at 23:06 on a Tuesday night? Instead of that, Masayoshi frowned at him again. “You should quit smoking,” he said, and Gotou laughed a little, freely, unaware of the wringer Masayoshi was putting himself through.
“Maybe someday,” Gotou said. “When we live in a little cabin by the sea in Hawai'i, and it’s too much a pain in the ass for me to get cigarettes.” He lit his then, and shook out the lighter, inhaling and leaning out the window to exhale. Masayoshi watched the stream of smoke disappear into the cold, inky black sky.
“I don’t know that I’d want to live in Hawai'i,” Masayoshi said. “Is it okay if the cabin by the sea is still in Japan? I don’t want to miss any of the new sentai shows.”
Gotou laughed, and looked back at Masayoshi fondly. Masayoshi was struck by this expression, open and unassuming, and smiled automatically as a response. He wished he could do more to show Gotou how much that sort of thing meant to him. Gotou-san is mine.
Masayoshi pushed himself up, off the ground, from his sitting position. Gotou was sitting on the end of the bed, twisted toward the window so both his wrists sat on the sill. He tilted his head and shifted a little when Masayoshi climbed onto the bed beside him. Gotou gave him a fond look and a smile. “What are you up to?” he asked Masayoshi, and Masayoshi thumped his shoulders back against the wall beside the window, so he could look at Gotou properly.
They looked at each other for a long moment, as Gotou smoked his cigarette. Then, just as Gotou was taking a drag, Masayoshi asked, “can we have sex?” and Gotou almost sucked the cigarette down his throat.
After a good thirty seconds of coughing (and a cigarette hastily stubbed out on the sill), Gotou finally got his lungs clear. He twisted on the bed to put his back to the now-closed window and looked over at Masayoshi. He locked eyes with Masayoshi, face pink, and said awkwardly, “I just got out of the shower, ‘yoshi.”
It wouldn’t be their first time, or even their third – ever since Masayoshi first started squeezing into the same bed as Gotou, they’d touched each other many times. Emboldened by the lump in his throat, Masayoshi leaned in toward Gotou, who didn’t exactly lean away. He put his hand on Gotou’s bare thigh, skin still warm and damp, and said, “I wanna suck you, Gotou-san.”
Gotou turned pink on command. “Masayoshi,” he said, a little firmer. “Don’t you have a shoot in the morning-” Masayoshi was up on his knees now, staring at Gotou, who flushed even darker and was unable to meet Masayoshi’s eye. “Fine,” he said. “Just sucking though, nothing else, you have an early start.”
Masayoshi leaned in again, hands now both braced on Gotou’s thighs. Gotou let out a mock-aggravated sigh and put one hand on Masayoshi’s chest, as if to shove him away. After a second he hooked his fingers in the collar of Masayoshi’s shirt and pulled him forward. “Why are you so possessive tonight?” he wondered as he kissed Masayoshi. Masayoshi was too busy pulling him out of his boxers sight unseen to answer.
missed you
“Gotou-san is mine,” Masayoshi said softly against Gotou’s lips, before heading south with dogged determination.
Gotou’s boxers ended up on the floor, along with Masayoshi’s vest and pants and underwear. Masayoshi lay on his back in the mess of the covers, still breathing raggedly and his collared shirt stained with more bodily fluid than he felt comfortable explaining to the dry cleaners. Another one for the trash bin,Masayoshi thought, but didn’t get up.
Gotou did, stretching his arms over his head and putting his glorious back on display unintentionally. Masayoshi admired his handiwork, a new collection of bright red scratches along his shoulder blades as Gotou padded to the table, picking up his phone completely naked as if he hadn’t a care in the world. “Oh,” Gotou said, picking up his unfinished beer from earlier. “Nick’s bringing his boyfriend to the ol’ watering hole next Thursday.” He tilted his head back to look at Masayoshi who was staring into the air and squinting. Nick? “Wanna go?”
“Uh, sure,” Masayoshi said.
“Nick, my coworker,” Gotou said patiently, reading a book into Masayoshi’s two syllables. “Short blond hair, night shift.”
“Oh!” missed you “You hang out with him?”
“Sometimes. He’s got some entertaining stories about his otaku boyfriend. Sound familiar?” Masayoshi made a face and Gotou laughed. “Well, I’m pretty sure his boyfriend hasn’t saved the world, so he doesn’t have that much on my boyfriend.”
Masayoshi sat up, or rather flailed himself upright, plunking both of his hands down in the sheets between his sprawled out legs. “Gotou-san,” he said. “Did you just call me your boyfriend!?”
“…yeah,” Gotou said, standing frozen by the coffee table, beer in one hand and cell phone in the other, completely naked. “You are.” He eyed Masayoshi with some concern. “Aren’t you…?”
Masayoshi beamed at him happily. “That’s the first time you’ve said it to me,” he said, and Gotou let out a breath, shoulders slumped.
“You’re a piece of work, Masayoshi,” he said, a mild, playful irritation in his voice. “You clearly don’t listen to me at all.”
“Well if you didn’t talk through my shows,” Masayoshi said, and Gotou laughed again and put his cell phone back down, before climbing back onto the bed.
“Idiot,” Gotou said affectionately, “but my idiot.” Masayoshi shivered at Gotou’s tone, smiling happily as Gotou leaned down and kissed him.
