Morning
Morning
Disclaimer: don\'t own, not claiming to, not making money off this! so don\'t sue!
Pairings: Ryuhou/Kazuma
Genre: shounen-ai
Rating: PG-12/light R
Warnings: shounen-ai, slight lime, little waff/fluff
Notes: personally, I just LOVE this pairing. s\'one of my favorites. (and I\'ve been in a ryuhou/kazuma mood lately, so I figured I\'d write something. ::grin::) UNFORTUNATELY, there\'s not enough fanfic where RYUHOU is the dom, which is how I think it should be. you might want to expect more soon. ^.^
Inspirations: none, really. just something I wrote in my incredibly boring history 101 class. --;
Summary: A typical morning in the life of Ryuhou and Kazuma, five years after the series ends.
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The hardest thing he had ever had to do was learn to give up his control, because, after the revelation of Jigmar and HOLY\'s true beliefs, being dominated was a huge sore spot on Ryuhou\'s part. The teal-haired man simply would not allow himself to lose control; it was Kazuma who had been forced to adjust.
But the Shell Bullet couldn\'t find it in himself to resent it. Had had, at first, but as he felt his love for Ryuhou grow, his resentment faded. Now, however, it was actually a relief to let Ryuhou take over, to submit to his lover. Of course, if anyone else tried it they\'d find themselves blown away by one of his Shell Bullets; likely into the Mainland.
Or, Kazuma thought with a wry glance at his lover, they\'d be beaten to a pulp and then slowly tortured by Zetsuei.
It hadn\'t really surprised him to find Ryuhou was an incredibly possessive bastard.
He stretched contently, the warm sunlight on his face making him drowsy. With a happy little sigh, he burrowed deeper into his lover\'s warm, bare chest, content to simply listen to the heart beating beneath his ear. Only rarely did he wake up before Ryuhou, and he loved watching the older man sleep. Ryuhou had mellowed out a little bit, grown less cold and distant, but he still had difficulty opening up to others. In sleep, however, his muscles relaxed, and he looked...
Peaceful.
Something that, five years ago, would have been virtually impossible.
A soft smile pulled at the corners of his lips, and he moved a little closer to the hard body of his lover. He had woken in a position very similar to this, leg thrown over one of Ryuhou\'s, arm slung over the chest his own uppoer body was draped across.
He jumped slightly, startled, when fingers started carding through his hair and a chuckle rumbled low in Ryuhou\'s chest. \"I would never have pictured you as a snuggler,\" he murmured, voice rich with fond amusement.
He chuckled himself, allowing his smile to widen. But all he said was, \"I thought you were asleep.\"
\"I was,\" came the short reply.
Another stretch followed, and with a moan, Kazuma held the position, loving the sweet ache in his lower back, a reminder of the rather vigorous antics they had enjoyed last night. When he looked up he found a warm smile on Ryuhou\'s face, and the crimson eyes staring down at him crinkled a little at the corners. Unable to resist, he lifted himself up on his elbows and planted a soft kiss on the outside corner of each eye.
The older Alter User quirked an eyebrow at him, and he laughed loudly. \"I couldn\'t resist,\" he explained, grinning. \"You looked cute.\"
Ryuhou\'s raised eyebrow did not lower. \"Cute,\" he said, with some disbelief. \"Did you just call me cute?\"
This time, the stretch was performed with a deliberate amount of rubbing in just the right places, and he couldn\'t hold back a soft moan. \"And if I did?\" he challenged, a little breathless. \"What\'re you going to do about it?\"
His answer was vocal, but physical.
Before he knew what had happened, he found himself on his back, Ryuhou looming over him. He felt his eyes widen, and his breath quickened in excitement. \"Oh,\" he choked out, voice hoarse. \"You make a good point.\"
\"Hn.\" Ryuhou eyed him for a moment. \"You talk too much,\" he observed, before he proceeded to apply lips and tongue to the sensitive flesh of Kazuma\'s throat.
Kazuma moaned harshly, baring his jugular. \"And you—ah, right there, oh fuck—\" He panted, drawing in rough gasps of air. \"And you don\'t talk enough—oh, harder—\" A loud cry escaped his lips as teeth sank into the flesh where his neck met his shoulder, and a burst of pleasure and pain splattered across his vision in flashes of red and gold. \"Bastard—\"
Tachibana was going to laugh his ass off.