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scriveynerTitle: then they begin [1]
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 854
Summary: There haven't been wolves in Japan in hundreds of years.
Masayoshi woke when Gotou moved, slipping out of the bed with a silent grace that he’d never seen before. He was naked - cast in silhouette by the light left on over the sink - and he hesitated a moment, as if aware of Masayoshi’s eyes on him, drowsy but alert.
He yawned, back sore from sleeping upright against the wall. “Moon’s set?” Masayoshi asked, averting his eyes just a little as Gotou dressed. “Where are you going?”
“Need a smoke.” Gotou’s voice still didn’t sound right, deeper and jagged, like he had swallowed a handful of rocks. He didn’t look back at Masayoshi at all, his shoulders held stiff.
“I’ll come-” Masayoshi started to shift on the bed, but Gotou made a noise that still sounded like a growl.
“No.” There was a moment’s stunned silence from Masayoshi at the sheer viciousness of his voice - and then Gotou coughed, cleared his throat a little and sounded for the first time in a while, like himself. “No, that’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” Masayoshi narrowed his eyes, drawing his legs forward toward himself, resting his arms on his knees. He’d just spend the night with a wolf in his lap, he didn’t see how walking outside to keep Gotou company as he smoked was a bad thing.
“Just stay there,” Gotou ordered him, and when Masayoshi raised his voice in protest, Gotou ignored him and slammed the apartment door shut behind him.
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Gotou walked around the apartment building, toward the trash collection area. He had waited on the other side of the door for a minute, to see if Masayoshi would storm after him - and when he didn’t hear that movement, walked himself the requisite number of steps away from the door and then some.
He lit his cigarette with shaking hands, and then tilted his head back and looked at the sky. It was already quite light out - pink and red tinted along the horizon, even if the streets themselves were still dark - and yes, the moon had set. Quite a while ago, but he hadn’t wanted to move when he woke, his head in Masayoshi’s lap, hand warm on his neck. It was comfortable in a way he hadn’t been in a long time, and that was making him strangely anxious.
There was also the fact that he came out of the change horny as hell - he always did, he’d usually rut into his hand until he’d satisfied the urge, the pent-up everything that came along with the curse - and he couldn’t, not with Masayoshi right there. He could smell him still, warm and safe and comfortable, and the thought of what he’d wanted to do to him before he climbed out of the bed made the guilt twist in his belly.
(Maybe he should. Maybe it would be better if Masayoshi ran now, now that he knew what Gotou really was, before anything more could grow between them….)
Gotou inhaled angrily, and then turned and punched the brick beside him. The pain was a brief flair - his knuckle split and he almost dropped his cigarette. He stood there, breathing wildly, and thought about the fact that for the first time he’d not felt the urge to roam, how he hadn’t shown the moon his face, and how remarkably unafraid Masayoshi had been, brushing his hands through Gotou’s fur slowly. He had no way of knowing what if any of his faculties that Gotou retained through the change but all the same he trusted Gotou the same in that form as well as in his human one.
Of course he did. This was Masayoshi he was thinking about, and if there was one thing that described Masayoshi it was definitely “idiot.”
Now that he’d had at least one cigarette he felt more human, and less like he was going to do something that they’d both regret. Gotou sighed as he tucked the pack away in his jacket pocket, and said - “are you going to lurk there the entire time?”
Masayoshi popped his head around the corner and peered at Gotou. “That’s a no-smoking zone,” he said accusingly.
“I’m well aware.” Gotou put his hands in his pockets and looked at Masayoshi. “You’re still wearing the clothes you slept in.”
“I didn’t bring anything else to wear,” he said. “Did you smell me?”
Gotou sighed, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Let’s go get breakfast,” he said, and Masayoshi straightened. “You’re buying.”
Fandom: Samurai Flamenco
AU: Nightbreed
Characters/Pairing: Gotou/Masayoshi
Rating: NSFW/E
Length: 854
Summary: There haven't been wolves in Japan in hundreds of years.
Masayoshi woke when Gotou moved, slipping out of the bed with a silent grace that he’d never seen before. He was naked - cast in silhouette by the light left on over the sink - and he hesitated a moment, as if aware of Masayoshi’s eyes on him, drowsy but alert.
He yawned, back sore from sleeping upright against the wall. “Moon’s set?” Masayoshi asked, averting his eyes just a little as Gotou dressed. “Where are you going?”
“Need a smoke.” Gotou’s voice still didn’t sound right, deeper and jagged, like he had swallowed a handful of rocks. He didn’t look back at Masayoshi at all, his shoulders held stiff.
“I’ll come-” Masayoshi started to shift on the bed, but Gotou made a noise that still sounded like a growl.
“No.” There was a moment’s stunned silence from Masayoshi at the sheer viciousness of his voice - and then Gotou coughed, cleared his throat a little and sounded for the first time in a while, like himself. “No, that’s not a good idea.”
“Why not?” Masayoshi narrowed his eyes, drawing his legs forward toward himself, resting his arms on his knees. He’d just spend the night with a wolf in his lap, he didn’t see how walking outside to keep Gotou company as he smoked was a bad thing.
“Just stay there,” Gotou ordered him, and when Masayoshi raised his voice in protest, Gotou ignored him and slammed the apartment door shut behind him.
Gotou walked around the apartment building, toward the trash collection area. He had waited on the other side of the door for a minute, to see if Masayoshi would storm after him - and when he didn’t hear that movement, walked himself the requisite number of steps away from the door and then some.
He lit his cigarette with shaking hands, and then tilted his head back and looked at the sky. It was already quite light out - pink and red tinted along the horizon, even if the streets themselves were still dark - and yes, the moon had set. Quite a while ago, but he hadn’t wanted to move when he woke, his head in Masayoshi’s lap, hand warm on his neck. It was comfortable in a way he hadn’t been in a long time, and that was making him strangely anxious.
There was also the fact that he came out of the change horny as hell - he always did, he’d usually rut into his hand until he’d satisfied the urge, the pent-up everything that came along with the curse - and he couldn’t, not with Masayoshi right there. He could smell him still, warm and safe and comfortable, and the thought of what he’d wanted to do to him before he climbed out of the bed made the guilt twist in his belly.
(Maybe he should. Maybe it would be better if Masayoshi ran now, now that he knew what Gotou really was, before anything more could grow between them….)
Gotou inhaled angrily, and then turned and punched the brick beside him. The pain was a brief flair - his knuckle split and he almost dropped his cigarette. He stood there, breathing wildly, and thought about the fact that for the first time he’d not felt the urge to roam, how he hadn’t shown the moon his face, and how remarkably unafraid Masayoshi had been, brushing his hands through Gotou’s fur slowly. He had no way of knowing what if any of his faculties that Gotou retained through the change but all the same he trusted Gotou the same in that form as well as in his human one.
Of course he did. This was Masayoshi he was thinking about, and if there was one thing that described Masayoshi it was definitely “idiot.”
Now that he’d had at least one cigarette he felt more human, and less like he was going to do something that they’d both regret. Gotou sighed as he tucked the pack away in his jacket pocket, and said - “are you going to lurk there the entire time?”
Masayoshi popped his head around the corner and peered at Gotou. “That’s a no-smoking zone,” he said accusingly.
“I’m well aware.” Gotou put his hands in his pockets and looked at Masayoshi. “You’re still wearing the clothes you slept in.”
“I didn’t bring anything else to wear,” he said. “Did you smell me?”
Gotou sighed, a smile tugging at his mouth. “Let’s go get breakfast,” he said, and Masayoshi straightened. “You’re buying.”
