Kyou Kara Maou (Murata/Yuuri)
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kinkfestTitle: Substitute Lessons
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worblehat
Fandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Murata/Yuuri
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Kyou Kara Maou, Murata/Yuuri: Teacher/student – The Great Sage, at work
Word Count: 906
"How do you remember all of this stuff?" asked Yuuri, leaning his head against his arm, which lay flat on the table. He was tired, his head hurt and while this was significantly less demanding than learning with Guenther, it was still learning. The learning itself wasn't so bad, except the details - Yuuri couldn't keep them straight after long enough. Murata wasn't helping either, by laughing every few minutes when Yuuri would do something wrong.
"Don't try so hard, Shibuya," said Murata pleasantly, eyes still bright after three hours of study. "Let it come naturally."
"I don't want to let it come naturally!" argued Yuuri, tired and irritated. "Why do I need to know this anyway?"
"Because you're the Maou," answered Murata.
"I already know that!" Yuuri stood, glaring at Murata across the table, their faces less than a foot apart. "But why do I need to know proper strawberry-tasting procedures?"
"In case you have to eat strawberries in public," said Murata, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why do I have to tilt my head back like that?" Yuuri continued. "It makes me look like I'm about to sneeze!"
"It's to take in the natural scent," said Murata, holding up a book and pointing to a certain passage. "See? Page 207 explains it."
Yuuri resisted the urge to swat the book away, but just barely. He gritted his teeth. "Why are you teaching me today instead of Guenther anyway?!"
Murata blinked at him. Yuuri quieted.
"Because I asked him to," Murata answered calmly.
"And he agreed?" asked Yuuri, genuinely surprised. Usually, nothing would ever keep Guenther from his sessions with the Maou.
Murata smirked. "Conrad might have helped me - ah...secure this time," he said. "Annissina may have helped him."
Despite his lingering annoyance, Yuuri smiled faintly.
Placing the book softly on the table, Murata leaned closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. "Do you want to take a break?" he asked.
"Can't we just end the lesson?" asked Yuuri, pretending he didn't hear the whine in his own voice.
"Hmm," said Murata, as if he were seriously considering that possibility. Yuuri's hopes began to surge upward, mouth opening to suggest they head out to the back, where there was shade under his second-favourite tree.
It closed when Murata kissed him, soundly and slowly. Yuuri couldn't feel his legs, or his hands for that matter; if he had been able to, he would have leaned over and shaken Murata while yelling about why what he just did was not okay.
"Did that work?" asked Murata.
"...Work?" repeated Yuuri.
"To get your mind off of things."
Yuuri considered. "No."
"No?"
"Never do that again."
Murata laughed. "Well you seem more awake now. Want to move onto the next lesson?"
A weird feeling crept down Yuuri's spine. He touched awkward fingers to his lips, wondering what had just happened and why his brain kept re-playing the short experience over and over again. "The next lesson?" he asked. "But we've been studying for over two hours!"
"Over three, actually," said Murata happily, as it was a praiseworthy achievement instead of what it really was: unnecessary.
Yuuri groaned and sank back down into his seat.
"We could always..." began Murata, stopping suddenly.
Yuuri looked up from where he'd been holding his head in his hands. "What?" he prompted.
Murata walked around the study table. He reached for both of Yuuri's shoulders, pushing them back against the chair. Before Yuuri could fully comprehend what was going on, Murata was sitting in his lap, looking at him through thin lenses.
"Or there's this," said Murata.
"..." Yuuri responded.
Murata scooted closer, hands lowering to Yuuri's hips.
"Murata," said Yuuri, his head lowered.
"What, Shibuya?"
"Why are you sitting on my lap?" he asked patiently.
"It's a seduction technique," answered Murata.
"Is it effective?" asked Yuuri.
Murata laughed, inclining his head closer, cheek brushing against Yuuri's. "Usually."
Yuuri blushed. "Oh."
Murata's breath was warm against Yuuri's ear, his cheek, and then his lips. Yuuri exhaled just as Murata's mouth met his, kissing much slower than the first time - wet and sweet, teeth scratching playfully along Yuuri's lower lip, tugging slightly before pulling back. Murata looked at him, his own cheeks a little flushed as he stood, disentangling himself. He leaned over to re-arrange the books in neater array, stopping when a hand shot out, covering his own.
"I thought you said I had a choice," said Yuuri, voice shaking, not sure what he was doing exactly but pretty sure that what had just happened was wrong but...but.
But...he didn't know what. But he didn't want to continue studying. But Murata had stopped just when Yuuri had started breathing again. But everything was confusing and he wanted an explanation.
But Murata had stopped.
"You do," said Murata, looking down at where their hands criss-crossed on the table, over an unsteady pile of books.
"I choose option B," said Yuuri.
Murata was silent for several moments, a look of concentration on his face. "Really?"
"Anything beats studying," muttered Yuuri, though his face reddened further when Murata laughed, pulling him closer till their bodies met, Yuuri's legs back against the table when Murata kissed him again; ignoring the small voice in the back of his head that laughed gently and told him to go for it.
Author:
worblehatFandom: Kyou Kara Maou
Pairing: Murata/Yuuri
Rating: PG-13
Prompt: Kyou Kara Maou, Murata/Yuuri: Teacher/student – The Great Sage, at work
Word Count: 906
"How do you remember all of this stuff?" asked Yuuri, leaning his head against his arm, which lay flat on the table. He was tired, his head hurt and while this was significantly less demanding than learning with Guenther, it was still learning. The learning itself wasn't so bad, except the details - Yuuri couldn't keep them straight after long enough. Murata wasn't helping either, by laughing every few minutes when Yuuri would do something wrong.
"Don't try so hard, Shibuya," said Murata pleasantly, eyes still bright after three hours of study. "Let it come naturally."
"I don't want to let it come naturally!" argued Yuuri, tired and irritated. "Why do I need to know this anyway?"
"Because you're the Maou," answered Murata.
"I already know that!" Yuuri stood, glaring at Murata across the table, their faces less than a foot apart. "But why do I need to know proper strawberry-tasting procedures?"
"In case you have to eat strawberries in public," said Murata, as if this was the most obvious thing in the world.
"Why do I have to tilt my head back like that?" Yuuri continued. "It makes me look like I'm about to sneeze!"
"It's to take in the natural scent," said Murata, holding up a book and pointing to a certain passage. "See? Page 207 explains it."
Yuuri resisted the urge to swat the book away, but just barely. He gritted his teeth. "Why are you teaching me today instead of Guenther anyway?!"
Murata blinked at him. Yuuri quieted.
"Because I asked him to," Murata answered calmly.
"And he agreed?" asked Yuuri, genuinely surprised. Usually, nothing would ever keep Guenther from his sessions with the Maou.
Murata smirked. "Conrad might have helped me - ah...secure this time," he said. "Annissina may have helped him."
Despite his lingering annoyance, Yuuri smiled faintly.
Placing the book softly on the table, Murata leaned closer, their faces now only a few inches apart. "Do you want to take a break?" he asked.
"Can't we just end the lesson?" asked Yuuri, pretending he didn't hear the whine in his own voice.
"Hmm," said Murata, as if he were seriously considering that possibility. Yuuri's hopes began to surge upward, mouth opening to suggest they head out to the back, where there was shade under his second-favourite tree.
It closed when Murata kissed him, soundly and slowly. Yuuri couldn't feel his legs, or his hands for that matter; if he had been able to, he would have leaned over and shaken Murata while yelling about why what he just did was not okay.
"Did that work?" asked Murata.
"...Work?" repeated Yuuri.
"To get your mind off of things."
Yuuri considered. "No."
"No?"
"Never do that again."
Murata laughed. "Well you seem more awake now. Want to move onto the next lesson?"
A weird feeling crept down Yuuri's spine. He touched awkward fingers to his lips, wondering what had just happened and why his brain kept re-playing the short experience over and over again. "The next lesson?" he asked. "But we've been studying for over two hours!"
"Over three, actually," said Murata happily, as it was a praiseworthy achievement instead of what it really was: unnecessary.
Yuuri groaned and sank back down into his seat.
"We could always..." began Murata, stopping suddenly.
Yuuri looked up from where he'd been holding his head in his hands. "What?" he prompted.
Murata walked around the study table. He reached for both of Yuuri's shoulders, pushing them back against the chair. Before Yuuri could fully comprehend what was going on, Murata was sitting in his lap, looking at him through thin lenses.
"Or there's this," said Murata.
"..." Yuuri responded.
Murata scooted closer, hands lowering to Yuuri's hips.
"Murata," said Yuuri, his head lowered.
"What, Shibuya?"
"Why are you sitting on my lap?" he asked patiently.
"It's a seduction technique," answered Murata.
"Is it effective?" asked Yuuri.
Murata laughed, inclining his head closer, cheek brushing against Yuuri's. "Usually."
Yuuri blushed. "Oh."
Murata's breath was warm against Yuuri's ear, his cheek, and then his lips. Yuuri exhaled just as Murata's mouth met his, kissing much slower than the first time - wet and sweet, teeth scratching playfully along Yuuri's lower lip, tugging slightly before pulling back. Murata looked at him, his own cheeks a little flushed as he stood, disentangling himself. He leaned over to re-arrange the books in neater array, stopping when a hand shot out, covering his own.
"I thought you said I had a choice," said Yuuri, voice shaking, not sure what he was doing exactly but pretty sure that what had just happened was wrong but...but.
But...he didn't know what. But he didn't want to continue studying. But Murata had stopped just when Yuuri had started breathing again. But everything was confusing and he wanted an explanation.
But Murata had stopped.
"You do," said Murata, looking down at where their hands criss-crossed on the table, over an unsteady pile of books.
"I choose option B," said Yuuri.
Murata was silent for several moments, a look of concentration on his face. "Really?"
"Anything beats studying," muttered Yuuri, though his face reddened further when Murata laughed, pulling him closer till their bodies met, Yuuri's legs back against the table when Murata kissed him again; ignoring the small voice in the back of his head that laughed gently and told him to go for it.
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Date: 2007-07-24 11:25 am (UTC)"What, Shibuya?"
"Why are you sitting on my lap?" he asked patiently.
"It's a seduction technique," answered Murata.
"Is it effective?" asked Yuuri.
Murata laughed, inclining his head closer, cheek brushing against Yuuri's. "Usually."
The cute it killed me. XD
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Date: 2007-07-25 08:22 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2007-11-24 05:26 am (UTC)