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kinkfest2009-06-10 10:10 am
Inopportune Moments [Wild Adapter, KubotaxTokito, T]
Title: Inopportune Moments
Author/Artist: Pixie-blade
Rating: T
Warnings: Stupid crack set after v.6
Word count: 669
Prompt: 6/10/09; Wild Adapter; Kubota x Tokito; Loss of control/an escape
AN: If I screwed up the Japanese I’m sorry. Translation services only get one so far…
It wasn’t like it was some conscious thought on my part. I didn’t even think about it. But there we were; the two of them and me. God did I feel like an idiot standing there, towel draped loosely over my shoulder with just my shorts on and my mouth hanging open like a God damn gold fish. I must have been about as red too.
Toki-boy was leaning against the wall, his body half held up by the toilet’s plumbing. His glove was gone, lost somewhere in the bay I assumed. He had a hand to his mouth, like he had been caught off guard by something touching them. Makoto, I swear that boy could kill with a glance. He was standing over him, not hovering, more like he was ready to pounce, a cat with a cornered mouse or something equally delectable to his feline appetite. His hands were splayed across the pale eggshell tiles, cigarette still smoldering between the lean fingers of his right hand. He had been leaning low, whispering something I didn’t quite catch, don’t think I really want to know actually, but he always did that.
He always stood a little too close, an arm draped across Toki’s shoulders or sitting close enough that their shoulders or knees bumped into the other’s constantly. He was so easy to ready in this one respect. Like now, those eyes slitted and feral, challenging my presence, a warning that I was not wanted, but also completely confidant. He knew I wouldn’t interfere, that I was just in the wrong place at the wrong time, but damn, that look about stopped my blood for a moment.
I stammered something inarticulate and fled back out into the hallway, my breathing hard and fast as I slammed the bathroom door closed and leaned against it heavily. I always wondered about those two, they were just two damn close for normal people, but ‘normal’ could never really be applied to our family and Toki’s as much family as any outsider was allowed to be.
Shaking my head to clear away the images of the boys engaged in more active pursuits, I stomp out to the kitchen and pull out a cold beer, running the dewy surface over my shoulders and forehead. A week with the boys until they were sure it was safe to go back to their apartment, damn. This might just kill me after all.
***
“Kubo-chan.” Tokito murmured against the collar of his shirt, the wet cloth smelling of sea and oil as he sniffed it lightly, his attention once more on the salty ruin of cloth hanging wetly from his thin frame.
“Hmm…?” Kubota glanced back at Tokito, his eyes softening as he watched his little stray sniff the shirt, his nose wrinkling at the offending odor.
“Eww…We stink. Come on, can’t we take a shower already, I’m freezing.” He whined petulantly; bottom lip pouting out endearingly.
Kubota chuckled and pushed off the wall slightly, his hands grazing the chilled skin pulled taut over Tokito’s collar bones. He watched as dark eyes went darker, the tiny specks of gold turning coppery at the moment of contact.
Leaning in again he pressed his lips close to Tokito’s slightly opened ones and whispered, “You’re dripping all over the floor you know, jinsareru neko-chan.”
“Gah! Kubo-chan! I’m not a fucking cat!” Tokito pushed past the smiling form, tearing his clothes off as he went and slammed the shower door closed behind him.
Kubota chuckled softly, moving to strip out of the wet clothes himself.
“No, you’re a ‘drowned cat’, but you’re my drowned cat. Only mine.” He whispered pulling the door open and joining his cat in the warm steam of the shower’s embrace.
Only mine.
Fin.
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You have lots of lovely lines too but I'll pick this one out as my favourite: He watched as dark eyes went darker, the tiny specks of gold turning coppery at the moment of contact.
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And yeah, having to "suffer" through those two would kill me, too. :-D
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