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scriveyner) wrote2016-05-14 11:47 am
scriveyner) wrote2016-05-14 11:47 am
Samurai Flamenco (Gates'verse) - Prompt Fill [Gotobiyo]
Title: Prompt Fill
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata
Rating: M
Length: 1148
Summary:
“I want my key back,” Gotou said as he hung his jacket neatly on the open closet door. Kanata – Gotou was ninety-five percent certain it was Kanata, Masayoshi almost never let himself in – stretched his arms above his head and arched his back luxuriously under the heavy duvet. The comforter slid down his bare chest, and Gotou glanced at the bed once at the flash of pale skin before turning his attention back to his clothes.
“Hmm,” Kanata yawned, and raised a hand to scratch through his dark golden hair. “That would be difficult, so I think … no.” He rolled up on his side, and Gotou could feel Kanata’s eyes on him. He ignored it, as much as he could.
“You better not be naked, I just changed the sheets this morning.” Gotou fastidiously hung the rest of his work uniform over the back of the closet door, and then hesitated, now wearing only his briefs. He glanced over at Kanata, who was staring rather blatantly at him with half-lidded eyes. The long silence told Gotou all that he needed to know and he groaned. “I would ask ‘why are you naked in my bed’, but I think I already know the answer,” he muttered.
Kanata – Masayoshi’s twin from another dimension, raised on different experiences, different traumas, and equipped with quite a lot more smug back-talk than Masayoshi would ever be capable of, sat up. “You just changed your sheets? Didn’t brother stay with you this weekend, that’s disgusting.”
“Just think what you’d be lying in if you’d decided to pull this yesterday.” It was mostly a bluff. Masayoshi hadn’t been very frisky this weekend; while his libido was in fact enhanced by the whiskey they’d consumed, his ability to stay awake was greatly compromised. He watched Kanata lift the sheets and stare down into the murky depths, nose wrinkled in concentration.
“You’re disgusting,” Kanata said without looking up.
“You’re naked in my bed.” Gotou pulled on a tee shirt. “For no apparent reason.”
Kanata oh-so-slowly pulled one leg out from beneath the covers, extending it what he thought was seductively in front of him, toes pointed. To be honest Gotou wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly wasn’t seductive. “For a reason,” Kanata said.
“We’re not having sex,” Gotou said, and walked through the open door into the kitchen. He heard Kanata huff and smiled to himself about it – now that they had been doing this for a while, he wasn’t immediately stalled out at the thought of a naked Masayoshi (or a naked moderately-evil Masayoshi who decided that evil was too predictable for him) in his bed. Although, damn it, those were his last clean sheets until he could get some laundry done on Saturday.
He crouched in front of the small fridge tucked under the counter. “Have you eaten?” he called back into the main room, looking at the mostly-empty fridge. A few cucumbers on a plate, some condiments and three unopened beers … he frowned, then stood and walked to the threshold of the main room.
Kanata was lying on his back, one leg still outside the duvet, the line of the covers barely preserving his modesty. Gotou intentionally did not let his eyes get drawn to that. “Stay out of my beer,” he said. “I’m going to put on pants and go out and get something to eat, want to go with? Or are you too intent on sleeping naked in my bed for the rest of the evening to function like a normal human being.”
“I’m not normal.” Kanata’s brow furrowed as he stared at the ceiling above him.
“Yeah, you are.” Gotou kicked the corner of his mattress with a bare foot, and went back toward the closet for his jeans. “You’re about as much of a freak as Masayoshi is, but you’re still human.” When Gotou glanced back at the bed, Kanata had closed his eyes, and he had a strange expression on his face. “You all right?”
“I think I’m gonna blow you,” Kanata said, without opening his eyes.
After a moment of silence in the apartment, Kanata sat up and looked over at Gotou with intent. Gotou had frozen in place for a moment – despite everything, he still wasn’t used to the expression that Kanata wore. It was something he’d only seen on Masayoshi’s face a few times, and when it occurred it felt like Gotou’s heart stopped in his chest.
It took another second to compose himself, the entire time standing vulnerable under Kanata’s unwavering gaze. “No,” Gotou said firmly, thinking of dinner and the night beyond that; Masayoshi joining them in the later hours when his night shoot was over. Kanata’s face didn’t wear disappointment the same way Masayoshi’s did, his face closed off, cold and neutral. “Not until we come back from dinner, at least.”
The upward tilt of Kanata’s mouth gave way to a saucy smirk. “You’re treating,” he said, eyebrow cocked.
“You’re the unemployed degenerate, so I suppose I am,” Gotou said graciously, turning his back to the bed as Kanata rose, the sheets slipping from him to pour over the side of the mattress. Gotou wasn’t sure why he felt the need to give Kanata his privacy to change, but he concerned himself with deciding what shirt to change into; a task that meant he wasn’t paying enough attention to Kanata’s whereabouts.
He froze as he felt Kanata settle his arms around Gotou’s waist and rested his chin on Gotou’s shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but stood there silently behind Gotou, warm and naked. Gotou covered Kanata’s hand on his waist with his own, and hesitated before he softly said the name.
“Masayoshi.”
Kanata tensed, and then relaxed, letting his held breath go in a rush of air that was almost a laugh. He didn’t disengage, putting his forehead to Gotou’s shoulder. “I want curry for dinner,” he said, muffled.
Gotou squeezed the hand on his waist and said, “sounds good to me.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Gates'verse
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Kanata
Rating: M
Length: 1148
Summary:
“I want my key back,” Gotou said as he hung his jacket neatly on the open closet door. Kanata – Gotou was ninety-five percent certain it was Kanata, Masayoshi almost never let himself in – stretched his arms above his head and arched his back luxuriously under the heavy duvet. The comforter slid down his bare chest, and Gotou glanced at the bed once at the flash of pale skin before turning his attention back to his clothes.
“Hmm,” Kanata yawned, and raised a hand to scratch through his dark golden hair. “That would be difficult, so I think … no.” He rolled up on his side, and Gotou could feel Kanata’s eyes on him. He ignored it, as much as he could.
“You better not be naked, I just changed the sheets this morning.” Gotou fastidiously hung the rest of his work uniform over the back of the closet door, and then hesitated, now wearing only his briefs. He glanced over at Kanata, who was staring rather blatantly at him with half-lidded eyes. The long silence told Gotou all that he needed to know and he groaned. “I would ask ‘why are you naked in my bed’, but I think I already know the answer,” he muttered.
Kanata – Masayoshi’s twin from another dimension, raised on different experiences, different traumas, and equipped with quite a lot more smug back-talk than Masayoshi would ever be capable of, sat up. “You just changed your sheets? Didn’t brother stay with you this weekend, that’s disgusting.”
“Just think what you’d be lying in if you’d decided to pull this yesterday.” It was mostly a bluff. Masayoshi hadn’t been very frisky this weekend; while his libido was in fact enhanced by the whiskey they’d consumed, his ability to stay awake was greatly compromised. He watched Kanata lift the sheets and stare down into the murky depths, nose wrinkled in concentration.
“You’re disgusting,” Kanata said without looking up.
“You’re naked in my bed.” Gotou pulled on a tee shirt. “For no apparent reason.”
Kanata oh-so-slowly pulled one leg out from beneath the covers, extending it what he thought was seductively in front of him, toes pointed. To be honest Gotou wasn’t sure what it was, but it certainly wasn’t seductive. “For a reason,” Kanata said.
“We’re not having sex,” Gotou said, and walked through the open door into the kitchen. He heard Kanata huff and smiled to himself about it – now that they had been doing this for a while, he wasn’t immediately stalled out at the thought of a naked Masayoshi (or a naked moderately-evil Masayoshi who decided that evil was too predictable for him) in his bed. Although, damn it, those were his last clean sheets until he could get some laundry done on Saturday.
He crouched in front of the small fridge tucked under the counter. “Have you eaten?” he called back into the main room, looking at the mostly-empty fridge. A few cucumbers on a plate, some condiments and three unopened beers … he frowned, then stood and walked to the threshold of the main room.
Kanata was lying on his back, one leg still outside the duvet, the line of the covers barely preserving his modesty. Gotou intentionally did not let his eyes get drawn to that. “Stay out of my beer,” he said. “I’m going to put on pants and go out and get something to eat, want to go with? Or are you too intent on sleeping naked in my bed for the rest of the evening to function like a normal human being.”
“I’m not normal.” Kanata’s brow furrowed as he stared at the ceiling above him.
“Yeah, you are.” Gotou kicked the corner of his mattress with a bare foot, and went back toward the closet for his jeans. “You’re about as much of a freak as Masayoshi is, but you’re still human.” When Gotou glanced back at the bed, Kanata had closed his eyes, and he had a strange expression on his face. “You all right?”
“I think I’m gonna blow you,” Kanata said, without opening his eyes.
After a moment of silence in the apartment, Kanata sat up and looked over at Gotou with intent. Gotou had frozen in place for a moment – despite everything, he still wasn’t used to the expression that Kanata wore. It was something he’d only seen on Masayoshi’s face a few times, and when it occurred it felt like Gotou’s heart stopped in his chest.
It took another second to compose himself, the entire time standing vulnerable under Kanata’s unwavering gaze. “No,” Gotou said firmly, thinking of dinner and the night beyond that; Masayoshi joining them in the later hours when his night shoot was over. Kanata’s face didn’t wear disappointment the same way Masayoshi’s did, his face closed off, cold and neutral. “Not until we come back from dinner, at least.”
The upward tilt of Kanata’s mouth gave way to a saucy smirk. “You’re treating,” he said, eyebrow cocked.
“You’re the unemployed degenerate, so I suppose I am,” Gotou said graciously, turning his back to the bed as Kanata rose, the sheets slipping from him to pour over the side of the mattress. Gotou wasn’t sure why he felt the need to give Kanata his privacy to change, but he concerned himself with deciding what shirt to change into; a task that meant he wasn’t paying enough attention to Kanata’s whereabouts.
He froze as he felt Kanata settle his arms around Gotou’s waist and rested his chin on Gotou’s shoulder. He didn’t say anything, but stood there silently behind Gotou, warm and naked. Gotou covered Kanata’s hand on his waist with his own, and hesitated before he softly said the name.
“Masayoshi.”
Kanata tensed, and then relaxed, letting his held breath go in a rush of air that was almost a laugh. He didn’t disengage, putting his forehead to Gotou’s shoulder. “I want curry for dinner,” he said, muffled.
Gotou squeezed the hand on his waist and said, “sounds good to me.”