Peacemaker Kurogane (Susumu/Tatsunosuke)
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kinkfestTitle: Tryst
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Rating: NC17
Warning: Cross-dressing
Word count: 762
Summary: It only happened in the dead of night.
Prompt: July 7 - #44. Peacemaker Kurogane, Susumu/Tatsunosuke: Kimono/Crossdressing – "I'm normal 'til the sun goes down, normal when there's kids around"
A/N: I hadn't meant their relationship to be like this; but well, it works.
Tryst
by monitor screen
After Tatsunosuke had served the last tea of the day, he retired like everybody else in the common bedroom. Shuffling and snores soon rose around him, but Tatsunosuke stayed alert, keeping an eye on the screen door, waiting.
Sometimes it took mere minutes; sometimes it could be half a night before he caught his sign. Whenever the anticipated shadow passed over the screen door, the compound would already be deep in sleep, and Tatsunosuke always winced when his scrambling rang loud in the silence.
The corridor would be empty by the time Tatsunosuke made it safely out of the room. It did not matter, though; he knew his way by heart. It took two turns and three insanely long thumping walk along wooden galleries to reach his haven. There was no light on, but Tatsunosuke would never mistake his destination.
Inside the room was bright with moonlight; the paper screen on the door barely muting the pearly glow. Following the silhouette of the doorframe, Tatsunosuke let his eyes roam to the sitting figure in the corner, taking in the embroidered fabrics covering primly folded knees. He swallowed, feeling the weight of eyes on him.
Tatsunosuke could never be sure who made the first move - perhaps it was Susumu's hand sliding coyly over the straw mat; perhaps he had stridden forward before even catching glimpse of any part of the ninja. All he remembered was the heat of the kiss, the press of the stiff obi under his palm, and Susumu's short boy's hair between his fingers in the next moment. He smoothed his hand down Susumu's front, feeling the artificial softness under layers of wrapping. It was surprisingly intoxicating.
Susumu shifted forward on his knees, leaning over Tatsunosuke, almost crawling onto him. Tatsunosuke let himself be pushed flat, all the while tugging unsuccessfully at the kimono, managing only to loosen the clothes a little. Susumu's mouth on his neck, or his bare legs slipping through the kimono skirts, did not help his task any.
Tatsunosuke did not realise when Susumu undid his clothing, and only became aware of the fact when Susumu moved down, trailing silky sleeves along his skin. He arched into the soft touch, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Susumu, knowing, and thirsting for what was to come.
He had to bit back his moan when Susumu's lips closed in on him. It was moist, and hot, and the tongue... Tatsunosuke tried to thrust, but Susumu was holding his hips down, a thumb slowly stroking the inside of his thigh. He wished the finger would go further, even as he knew it was already reaching as far as Susumu would will.
Tatsunosuke had only procured the vial of oil once; then Susumu had drawn the blade at him, hissing kimonos are expensive and oil stains do not come off as he hastily disposed the vial onto a side table. Tatsunosuke did not really understand, but he had not dared to try risking Susumu's wrath again.
Susumu sucked harder. Looking down at the dishevelled hair, the askew collars, the obi knot bobbling as Susumu rocked against his leg, Tatsunosuke reflexively clenched fistfuls of kimono, locking his jaws as he fought to keep the noises down. He thought Susumu might have hummed in amusement, but all he could care was the burst of sensations in result. The world was drowned out by his own heartbeats for a moment, ecstasy flooding him.
When he opened his eyes again Susumu was poised over him, dragging sleek fabrics over his sensitive flesh. His moan was swallowed by a kiss, and he felt Susumu pressing hot at his hip. Tatsunosuke reached under the heavy skirts, making quick work to bring Susumu over as well. Susumu bit hard on his shoulder when he came, quiet as an owl.
They lay there compatibly for a few moments, until Susumu gave him one last kiss and straightened, rearranging his garments, checking for spoilage. Tatsunosuke gathered his robes around himself, and exited the room without a word.
The shadows had shifted when he returned to the common bedroom. Tatsunosuke stared at the dark shape of a tree branch, before closing the screen door behind to turn it into a blur. He slid back under his covers -
"Tatsu-nii?" Tetsu was rubbing at his eyes sleepily, "What're you doing up?"
Tatsunosuke mustered a smile. "Nothing. I've just been to the facilities." He drew the closet door close, "Go back to sleep."
Tetsu easily complied. Tatsunosuke stayed up to watch the shadows some more, before he too sought his rest.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
Author:
monitorscreenRating: NC17
Warning: Cross-dressing
Word count: 762
Summary: It only happened in the dead of night.
Prompt: July 7 - #44. Peacemaker Kurogane, Susumu/Tatsunosuke: Kimono/Crossdressing – "I'm normal 'til the sun goes down, normal when there's kids around"
A/N: I hadn't meant their relationship to be like this; but well, it works.
Tryst
by monitor screen
After Tatsunosuke had served the last tea of the day, he retired like everybody else in the common bedroom. Shuffling and snores soon rose around him, but Tatsunosuke stayed alert, keeping an eye on the screen door, waiting.
Sometimes it took mere minutes; sometimes it could be half a night before he caught his sign. Whenever the anticipated shadow passed over the screen door, the compound would already be deep in sleep, and Tatsunosuke always winced when his scrambling rang loud in the silence.
The corridor would be empty by the time Tatsunosuke made it safely out of the room. It did not matter, though; he knew his way by heart. It took two turns and three insanely long thumping walk along wooden galleries to reach his haven. There was no light on, but Tatsunosuke would never mistake his destination.
Inside the room was bright with moonlight; the paper screen on the door barely muting the pearly glow. Following the silhouette of the doorframe, Tatsunosuke let his eyes roam to the sitting figure in the corner, taking in the embroidered fabrics covering primly folded knees. He swallowed, feeling the weight of eyes on him.
Tatsunosuke could never be sure who made the first move - perhaps it was Susumu's hand sliding coyly over the straw mat; perhaps he had stridden forward before even catching glimpse of any part of the ninja. All he remembered was the heat of the kiss, the press of the stiff obi under his palm, and Susumu's short boy's hair between his fingers in the next moment. He smoothed his hand down Susumu's front, feeling the artificial softness under layers of wrapping. It was surprisingly intoxicating.
Susumu shifted forward on his knees, leaning over Tatsunosuke, almost crawling onto him. Tatsunosuke let himself be pushed flat, all the while tugging unsuccessfully at the kimono, managing only to loosen the clothes a little. Susumu's mouth on his neck, or his bare legs slipping through the kimono skirts, did not help his task any.
Tatsunosuke did not realise when Susumu undid his clothing, and only became aware of the fact when Susumu moved down, trailing silky sleeves along his skin. He arched into the soft touch, spreading his legs wider to accommodate Susumu, knowing, and thirsting for what was to come.
He had to bit back his moan when Susumu's lips closed in on him. It was moist, and hot, and the tongue... Tatsunosuke tried to thrust, but Susumu was holding his hips down, a thumb slowly stroking the inside of his thigh. He wished the finger would go further, even as he knew it was already reaching as far as Susumu would will.
Tatsunosuke had only procured the vial of oil once; then Susumu had drawn the blade at him, hissing kimonos are expensive and oil stains do not come off as he hastily disposed the vial onto a side table. Tatsunosuke did not really understand, but he had not dared to try risking Susumu's wrath again.
Susumu sucked harder. Looking down at the dishevelled hair, the askew collars, the obi knot bobbling as Susumu rocked against his leg, Tatsunosuke reflexively clenched fistfuls of kimono, locking his jaws as he fought to keep the noises down. He thought Susumu might have hummed in amusement, but all he could care was the burst of sensations in result. The world was drowned out by his own heartbeats for a moment, ecstasy flooding him.
When he opened his eyes again Susumu was poised over him, dragging sleek fabrics over his sensitive flesh. His moan was swallowed by a kiss, and he felt Susumu pressing hot at his hip. Tatsunosuke reached under the heavy skirts, making quick work to bring Susumu over as well. Susumu bit hard on his shoulder when he came, quiet as an owl.
They lay there compatibly for a few moments, until Susumu gave him one last kiss and straightened, rearranging his garments, checking for spoilage. Tatsunosuke gathered his robes around himself, and exited the room without a word.
The shadows had shifted when he returned to the common bedroom. Tatsunosuke stared at the dark shape of a tree branch, before closing the screen door behind to turn it into a blur. He slid back under his covers -
"Tatsu-nii?" Tetsu was rubbing at his eyes sleepily, "What're you doing up?"
Tatsunosuke mustered a smile. "Nothing. I've just been to the facilities." He drew the closet door close, "Go back to sleep."
Tetsu easily complied. Tatsunosuke stayed up to watch the shadows some more, before he too sought his rest.
Comments and critiques welcomed.
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Date: 2007-07-07 09:11 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:39 am (UTC)I love how Susumu is so protective of his kimono. xD
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Date: 2007-07-08 04:55 am (UTC)Because, you know, the kimono is part of his working gear, and Susumu is always serious about his work ;-)
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Date: 2007-07-08 05:45 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-07-08 08:04 pm (UTC)