Samurai Flamenco (Nightbreed) - The Night Before [Gotoyoshi]

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Title: the night before
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi, Kids
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 2168
Summary: He was used to no one meeting him at the station; he could see the police box lit up bright across the street. Ueno-san sat inside, the door propped open in the heat, his uniform jacket hanging off the back of his chair. He had his head down, otherwise Masayoshi would have waved as he walked past, around the police box and toward the small house granted to the senior officer.




Masayoshi sat quietly in the mostly-empty train car, a hard folder resting on his lap, his cell phone sitting on top of it. He’d been kept later than he intended, and Ishihara had seen him off at the station, apologetically handing him the folder with his ‘homework’ assignment. Masayoshi was too tired to open it, he knew it was talking points for interviews scheduled later next week, but he just didn’t have the energy to start thinking of the next week yet.

There were too many other things to do first. Masayoshi yawned and propped his elbow against the window, resting his chin in his hand as he watched the twilight sky scroll past. The moon already hung well above the treeline, waxing toward full. He could feel its pull under his skin now, when he stared at it. Strange to think that what amounted to a giant space rock could have this sort of sway over him, but he’d made his peace with that eagerly, years ago.

His phone vibrated and lit up, and Masayoshi’s eyes flickered to it as he saw the response to his text sent when he got on the train. Hidenori did not hand over the police box until late on the last day before his three-day weekend, and even if Ueno-san didn’t take over he would stay late to ensure all the paperwork was taken care of and filed, or he’d walk one last patrol of their quiet mountain village. He was such a responsible senior officer and it made Masayoshi swell with pride how his husband protected their new home.

Masayoshi was the only passenger to disembark the train here. He had put the hard folder in his backpack and shouldered it, standing on the empty train platform. Bugs flew in the yellow lights that lit the outdoor station, the air was heavy and humid. Masayoshi inhaled, took in deep lungfuls of the mountain air and thought, contentedly,home.

He was used to no one meeting him at the station; he could see the police box lit up bright across the street. Ueno-san sat inside, the door propped open in the heat, his uniform jacket hanging off the back of his chair. He had his head down, otherwise Masayoshi would have waved as he walked past, around the police box and toward the small house granted to the senior officer.

It was spitting distance of the police box in case of emergency, but set away, back behind it, butting up on a steep slope of mountain, the trees reaching high into the dark night sky. Masayoshi could barely see the moon behind them, though it kept the cloudless sky light. He let himself in the door and stood in the genkan a moment.

The lights were on in the kitchen, he could hear movement, the clatter of washing dishes in the sink, faint arguing voices back and forth – Keiko and Masanori cleaning up after dinner. The television, too, in the den, turned down low but not so low he couldn’t hear it; life and laughter and family, even if artificially-made. Masayoshi took his shoes off and set them beside Hidenori’s sneakers, his police boots set back against the wall for Tuesday morning.

Home.

Masayoshi sensed him as he straightened up and saw Hidenori standing in the threshold of the den, watching him with a fond expression on his face. “I’m home,” Masayoshi said, and stepped up out of the genkan and into Hidenori’s waiting arms.

#

“You remembered to record all the episodes?” Masayoshi said, sitting in Hidenori’s lap, leaned back against his chest. It was really too hot for this, but he also really didn’t care, the fan oscillating over them slowly.

“There’s only been two episodes,” Keiko said impatiently, leaned against the table, arms spread all the way out, holding her phone as far away as she could get it, the cold blue light of it brushed over her cheeks. “You haven’t been gone for that long.”

“Feels like it,” Hidenori’s response was quiet, brushed against the shell of Masayoshi’s ear and he shivered in Hidenori’s arms. “Feels like it’s been a week.”

“How has school been?” Masayoshi asked Keiko brightly, and she sighed dramatically and somehow managed to roll her eyes without taking her attention off of her phone. Masanori, who had given up all pretenses and had already shed his human form, lying fully furry on the tatami mat floor behind Keiko, let out a duplicate, dramatic sigh.

Masayoshi suspected that if Keiko could figure out how to operate her phone in wolf form she would have already done the same, if only to avoid the line of questioning. “it's school,” she said scornfully. Masanori nudged her, tail thumping, and Keiko made another noise, then abruptly closed her phone. “It’s too hot, we’re going running,” she said, standing up and starting to pull her camisole off.

“Keiko!” Masayoshi yelped and looked away. She paused, shirt halfway up her stomach as if just remembering that she was the only female present, then sighing and walking toward the door. Masanori rose to follow her.

“Be back before midnight,” Hidenori called, and Masanori hesitated in the door, ears back. “You have classes in the morning.”

Masanori huffed and skulked out of the den. They both listened to the clack of wolf-claws on the wood, before the back door banged once, and then … silence. Masayoshi felt Hidenori take a deep breath breath and release it slowly, then wind his arms tighter around Masayoshi.

“Missed you,” Hidenori rumbled, this time into the back of his neck. Masayoshi squirmed a little, but smiled.

“Hidenori,” he said. “I’ll miss the show!”

“It’s a recording,” Hidenori said.

“I was only gone one night!”

“Yeah,” Hidenori’s hand had started to slowly ruck up Masayoshi’s hooded tee shirt. “And it was unbearable waking up this morning.”

Masayoshi laughed a little as Hidenori tilted his head and they kissed. “One of these times when I have to stay in the city you should come with me,” Masayoshi murmured against his mouth. “We’ll send the kids over to auntie Mari-chan, break in the bed at the apartment.”

“It’s not our apartment,” Hidenori said, both hands now pushing Masayoshi’s shirt all the way up, fingers mapping the skin of his chest slowly. “It’s owned by the company, isn’t it?”

“No, but it’s technically mine. I’m the only one who uses it, for the overnights.” Masayoshi put his head back on Hidenori’s shoulder, eyes slipping closed as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over Masayoshi’s nipples, pinching and tweaking them. “If we’re gonna,” he said, breathing hard. “We should – upstairs-”

“Or we could, right here,” Hidenori said, sucking a kiss mark into Masayoshi’s neck that would be gone by the time the moon rose the next evening.

“But, the kids-”

“Won’t be back a second before midnight.” He slipped both hands into Masayoshi’s shirt, encouraging his hands over his head so he could pull the tee shirt off of him and toss it to the floor.

“They’ll be able to smellit,” Masayoshi said insistently, grabbing onto Hidenori’s shirt. They stared at each other for a long moment, until Hidenori sighed and shook his head and a smile tugged at his face.

“All right then,” he said, and pushed Masayoshi off his lap so he could stand up. “We’ll go to bed, does that sound fair?” He extended his hand, and Masayoshi looked up at him, then glanced at the television, the recording still paused on a commercial.

“Really?” Hidenori said.

“I don’t want to accidentally get spoiled-”

“The lineup’s new leader is Black,” Hidenori said and Masayoshi whirled on him and hit him in the thigh, hard, with his hand.

“Spoilers!”

“He’s also-” Hidenori laughed and moved backwards, out of flailing punch reach as Masayoshi hauled himself to his feet.

“Rude!” Masayoshi shoved him with both hands and Hidenori laughed again and caught his arms and pulled him close. “You’re mean,” Masayoshi huffed as Hidenori leaned in to kiss him. After a moment of standing there, the fan blowing slowly across their legs, Masayoshi sighed. “I haven’t had a chance to take a bath.”

“That’s all right,” Hidenori murmured. “I want to ride you.”

“Oh,” Masayoshi said, a little bit breathless at that thought. “Okay, that’s – that’s good too.” Hidenori led him by the hand out of the room, up the stairs and Masayoshi said as the thought occurred to him, “because you want to knot me tomorrow, huh?”

“Are you complaining?” Hidenori’s hand tightened on his and Masayoshi grinned at the thought.

“Not in the slightest.”

#

Masayoshi woke to the sheets all kicked off the bed, his face buried in his own arm, and Hidenori’s arm thrown over his side, but no other part of their bodies touching. He lifted his head muzzily and sniffed the air. Did he smell … eggs?

Hidenori made an unhappy noise when Masayoshi sat up, he rolled onto his back and threw his now-freed arm over his eyes. “Too hot,” Hidenori moaned, as Masayoshi padded naked to the door and cracked it open.

Sitting just outside their door, on a tray, was breakfast.

He stared down at the tray, nonplussed. Then he glanced up as the bathroom door opened; Keiko froze in the doorway, a towel clutched to her chest and wearing nothing else. “Keiko,” Masayoshi yelped.

“It was Masanori’s idea!” she said, and slammed the bathroom door.

Hidenori sat up in the bed and was rubbing his hand over his face as Masayoshi set the tray in front of him. “Who’s slamming doors?” he asked, then looked down at the tray. “What-?”

“The kids made us breakfast,” Masayoshi said, beaming. Hidenori inclined his head and raised an eyebrow as Masayoshi climbed into bed next to him. “Keiko’s eleven, shouldn’t she be developing something like self-consciousness being naked around boys by now?”

Hidenori took a bite of toast. “She’s also a wolf, it’s not like kids come with a manual, Masayoshi.” He raised an eyebrow and Masayoshi leaned into him. “What are we doing tonight?”

“If it doesn’t rain, I want to run,” Masayoshi said.

“There’s boar in the area,” Hidenori murmured. “We could go hunting, take the kids.”

“Hidenori,” Masayoshi said, scandalized. “Without a permit-”

Hidenori pinched his cheek out and Masayoshi whined a little. “Repeat after me,” Hidenori said patiently. “Wolves do not require hunting permits.”

“But-”

“Wolves do not require hunting permits.”

“Hidenori-” Masayoshi squirmed. “I don’t really like boar,” he said with a pout and rubbed his cheek when Hidenori released his face.

“The villagers think we’re guardian spirits anyway,” Hidenori said. “We should thin out the other predators, just to be on the safe side.” He hesitated. “You gonna eat the other piece of toast?”

“Yes,” Masayoshi said and picked it up, taking a bite decisively. He could already taste the night air, the feeling of the wind in his fur, running alongside his mate. Masayoshi’s eyes flicked to Hidenori’s face when he realized he was being watched.

Hidenori leaned in closed, brushed his fingers down Masayoshi’s face. “I can’t wait for tonight,” he rumbled.

Masayoshi, who felt the moon in his blood even now, grinned sharply. “Me too,” he said, and leaned the rest of the way in for the kiss.