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kinkfestTitle: Blind trust
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shimyaku
Rating: R
Warnings: Angst. Yoite's wandering mouth. Nothing graphic.
Word count: ~1060
Prompt: Nabari no Ou, Yoite/Miharu: shyness/insecurity - “Don't worry about me. Making you feel good is enough.”
A/N: Mmm, a little bit rushed... and only a few hours late.
It didn't matter that they didn't have a bed, somewhere soft and inviting to lie down and rest for the night. They had made their own little mattress of sorts - a small pallet they'd fashioned out of the few blankets they'd carried with them - and this abandoned warehouse was all the shelter they really needed. Miharu had found a room heater bolted along one of the walls, so they'd cleared a small space amidst the mostly empty boxes and cartons, huddling together until the heater started doing it's job.
Darkness swept in before too long, leaving just their phones and a single candle for light, but they didn't bother with either once they'd eaten something and settled out on the pallet, they didn't need the dim lighting just to know that the other was right there within arms reach.
"Yoite..."
Miharu let the other boy's name slip out as he bridged the inch-wide gap between them, letting his hand fumble in the pitch black until he managed to awkwardly grasp onto a woollen sleeve. Instantly he felt the limb beneath tense up, and he knew that the rest of Yoite's body would be just as board stiff, he didn't need to be able to see him to be sure of it. Rather than letting go, however, and retreating from the older boy's personal space, Miharu held firm to the arm in his hand, waiting patiently for Yoite to relent.
And he did, eventually, letting his body slowly relax into Miharu's grip. It wasn't his fault really, that he reacted this way, Yoite was just not used to being touched.
"Miharu?"
Turning his head on the pillow he'd made from his bag, Yoite looked in the direction he figured his companion's eyes would be. If he wasn't so sure of the absolute blackness that surrounded them, he might have imagined he could see Miharu's gaze staring straight back at him.
"It's dark, isn't it?"
Shifting himself onto his side, the older boy took an initiative that was usually left to Miharu, reaching out a blind hand and letting it fall onto the warm body beside him. Judging by the shallow rise and fall he could feel, he supposed it must have been his chest. Sliding his hand downward Yoite sought the edge of Miharu's clothing, quickly finding the dip of his waist and a sliver of exposed skin beneath it. With a flick of his wrist he began to pull on the shirt and jumper that the smaller boy wore, tugging it up and over his head and disposing of it somewhere else on the pallet. Miharu nudged his hands away after that, the subsequent clink of metal and shuffle of fabric letting him know that he was stripping the rest of his clothes.
Yoite had been on the verge of chickening out when Miharu somehow managed to grab his hands despite the thick veil of darkness, pulling him back to his body and back to the warmth that always seemed to radiate from his small frame. Without further hesitation the older boy managed to press his lips to Miharu's, but only lingering a few moments before progressing further down his slender body, scattering kisses all over his neck, chest, and right down to the most intimate parts of him. Yoite couldn't believe that he was doing this to another person, but because it was Miharu that somehow made it okay in his mind, Miharu always seemed to make it okay. Even as they lay there in the dark amongst ratty blankets and grimy cardboard boxes, somehow Miharu seemed to make things hurt just a little bit less.
"Would you like me to turn on a light, Miharu?" Yoite halted his attention of the other's body.
"No." The boy shook his head out of habit. "You told me you liked the darkness, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did." Yoite smoothed his hands along the body bared before him. "Besides, I don't need to see you that way. Darkness might destroy my vision, but my hands can show me anything I want to see just as well."
Reaching out into the surrounding blackness, Miharu took the older boy's hands into his own, clasping them together and pulling them against his chest. "Are you sure about that? Going by what you've told me before, if your hands were just like your vision, shouldn't you be going blind?"
Yoite tried to pull his hands right away then, feeling suddenly that he needed to curl up into a protective ball, but the other wouldn't let go of him. The softest of whimpers escaped him before he went still again, leaning back over Miharu and seeking the heated flesh at the juncture of his legs, taking the half-hardened length between his lips before the other could protest.
"Don't, Yoite. Stop!" Miharu attempted to push the larger boy away, kicking up with his legs to try and knee him in the side, or wherever his leg happened to connect with.
Reluctantly pulling away, Yoite sighed. "Why?"
"I... I don't want this if you can't feel it too."
"Don't worry about me, Miharu." Yoite forced the fighting limbs back into stillness. "Making you feel good is enough. Just let me do this, please."
Suddenly calming himself, Miharu nodded - again, out of habit - but it didn't matter that his response wasn't visible, his now pliant limbs were answer enough. And so Yoite shifted his hands back to Miharu's hips, or thereabouts, and pressed his lips back on the sensitive skin of his upper thighs, back to that ever-glowing warmth.
"I wish I could taste you, Miharu."
The barely whispered words nearly bypassed his hearing completely, but Miharu caught them all the same, his cheeks instantly heating up in embarrassment once he registered the other boy's meaning. Good thing is was so dark in here, for surely he must have been red as a tomato, not in the least because Yoite had his mouth on him again, tongue lapping at the tip of his erection. Amidst his fever he wondered if Yoite even meant for him to hear those words at all - he hardly ever said things like that.
And I wish I could save you, Yoite, he thought to himself. But he wouldn't. He was going to erase him, then he'd never know what Yoite said or didn't say, would he?
Author:
shimyakuRating: R
Warnings: Angst. Yoite's wandering mouth. Nothing graphic.
Word count: ~1060
Prompt: Nabari no Ou, Yoite/Miharu: shyness/insecurity - “Don't worry about me. Making you feel good is enough.”
A/N: Mmm, a little bit rushed... and only a few hours late.
It didn't matter that they didn't have a bed, somewhere soft and inviting to lie down and rest for the night. They had made their own little mattress of sorts - a small pallet they'd fashioned out of the few blankets they'd carried with them - and this abandoned warehouse was all the shelter they really needed. Miharu had found a room heater bolted along one of the walls, so they'd cleared a small space amidst the mostly empty boxes and cartons, huddling together until the heater started doing it's job.
Darkness swept in before too long, leaving just their phones and a single candle for light, but they didn't bother with either once they'd eaten something and settled out on the pallet, they didn't need the dim lighting just to know that the other was right there within arms reach.
"Yoite..."
Miharu let the other boy's name slip out as he bridged the inch-wide gap between them, letting his hand fumble in the pitch black until he managed to awkwardly grasp onto a woollen sleeve. Instantly he felt the limb beneath tense up, and he knew that the rest of Yoite's body would be just as board stiff, he didn't need to be able to see him to be sure of it. Rather than letting go, however, and retreating from the older boy's personal space, Miharu held firm to the arm in his hand, waiting patiently for Yoite to relent.
And he did, eventually, letting his body slowly relax into Miharu's grip. It wasn't his fault really, that he reacted this way, Yoite was just not used to being touched.
"Miharu?"
Turning his head on the pillow he'd made from his bag, Yoite looked in the direction he figured his companion's eyes would be. If he wasn't so sure of the absolute blackness that surrounded them, he might have imagined he could see Miharu's gaze staring straight back at him.
"It's dark, isn't it?"
Shifting himself onto his side, the older boy took an initiative that was usually left to Miharu, reaching out a blind hand and letting it fall onto the warm body beside him. Judging by the shallow rise and fall he could feel, he supposed it must have been his chest. Sliding his hand downward Yoite sought the edge of Miharu's clothing, quickly finding the dip of his waist and a sliver of exposed skin beneath it. With a flick of his wrist he began to pull on the shirt and jumper that the smaller boy wore, tugging it up and over his head and disposing of it somewhere else on the pallet. Miharu nudged his hands away after that, the subsequent clink of metal and shuffle of fabric letting him know that he was stripping the rest of his clothes.
Yoite had been on the verge of chickening out when Miharu somehow managed to grab his hands despite the thick veil of darkness, pulling him back to his body and back to the warmth that always seemed to radiate from his small frame. Without further hesitation the older boy managed to press his lips to Miharu's, but only lingering a few moments before progressing further down his slender body, scattering kisses all over his neck, chest, and right down to the most intimate parts of him. Yoite couldn't believe that he was doing this to another person, but because it was Miharu that somehow made it okay in his mind, Miharu always seemed to make it okay. Even as they lay there in the dark amongst ratty blankets and grimy cardboard boxes, somehow Miharu seemed to make things hurt just a little bit less.
"Would you like me to turn on a light, Miharu?" Yoite halted his attention of the other's body.
"No." The boy shook his head out of habit. "You told me you liked the darkness, didn't you?"
"Yes, I did." Yoite smoothed his hands along the body bared before him. "Besides, I don't need to see you that way. Darkness might destroy my vision, but my hands can show me anything I want to see just as well."
Reaching out into the surrounding blackness, Miharu took the older boy's hands into his own, clasping them together and pulling them against his chest. "Are you sure about that? Going by what you've told me before, if your hands were just like your vision, shouldn't you be going blind?"
Yoite tried to pull his hands right away then, feeling suddenly that he needed to curl up into a protective ball, but the other wouldn't let go of him. The softest of whimpers escaped him before he went still again, leaning back over Miharu and seeking the heated flesh at the juncture of his legs, taking the half-hardened length between his lips before the other could protest.
"Don't, Yoite. Stop!" Miharu attempted to push the larger boy away, kicking up with his legs to try and knee him in the side, or wherever his leg happened to connect with.
Reluctantly pulling away, Yoite sighed. "Why?"
"I... I don't want this if you can't feel it too."
"Don't worry about me, Miharu." Yoite forced the fighting limbs back into stillness. "Making you feel good is enough. Just let me do this, please."
Suddenly calming himself, Miharu nodded - again, out of habit - but it didn't matter that his response wasn't visible, his now pliant limbs were answer enough. And so Yoite shifted his hands back to Miharu's hips, or thereabouts, and pressed his lips back on the sensitive skin of his upper thighs, back to that ever-glowing warmth.
"I wish I could taste you, Miharu."
The barely whispered words nearly bypassed his hearing completely, but Miharu caught them all the same, his cheeks instantly heating up in embarrassment once he registered the other boy's meaning. Good thing is was so dark in here, for surely he must have been red as a tomato, not in the least because Yoite had his mouth on him again, tongue lapping at the tip of his erection. Amidst his fever he wondered if Yoite even meant for him to hear those words at all - he hardly ever said things like that.
And I wish I could save you, Yoite, he thought to himself. But he wouldn't. He was going to erase him, then he'd never know what Yoite said or didn't say, would he?
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Date: 2009-06-11 12:47 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading~