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chineseinkChristmas Drabbles 2005
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Pairing: Rikuo/Kazahaya [Legal Drug]
Theme: humor, subtext
Best of My Love
“Well, this is a first…”
The amused drawl was the first thing Kazahaya heard when he blinked his sleepy eyes open, gazing around in a fog. It was morning, he concluded, too much light assaulting his eyes to be anything but. It was also warm, strangely so, because his blankets usually didn’t give off this much heat. And that voice—Kazahaya bolted upright and stared down in horror at a pair of smirking eyes.
“You’ve crawled into my bed before but this is the first time you’ve done it with me still in it.” The curve of Rikuo’s mouth matched the smirk in his eyes. “Sleep well?” he purred.
“YOU—WHAT—GAAH!” Kazahaya flailed his arms and backed away from Rikuo, nearly falling off of the narrow bed. “What did you do to me, you pervert?” he shouted, clutching the blankets to him protectively, though he was still fully clothed in his pajamas.
Rikuo propped himself up on his elbows, levering himself up far enough to give Kazahaya a lazy look. “You’re the one who crawled into bed with me, princess,” he said.
Kazahaya, at a loss for words, merely screeched at him, face red. He hated that damned bastard and his stupid smug grin and it was obviously not Kazahaya’s fault that he’d ended up in bed with him. He couldn’t even remember anything from last night! He’d come in, exhausted, after a long night of inventory, and had changed tiredly and flopped into bed. The only other thing he remembered distinctly was that Rikuo had claimed the shower first, the jerk, and, well, Kazahaya couldn’t remember where he’d been after Kazahaya had come out of the bathroom, half-heartedly toweling at his hair—
But this was all still his fault!
Glaring at Rikuo, Kazahaya untangled his limbs from the blanket and leaped off the bed, making a beeline toward his closet. If he was going to up and dealing with that bastard, he was damned well going to be dressed for it. “Don’t just sit there and smirk, asshole,” he shouted, turning his back to unbutton his pajama top and slide a shirt over his head. “Go make breakfast or something!”
Rikuo chuckled behind him and Kazahaya felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Ugh, he hated that bastard.
“Denying it doesn’t mean it didn’t happened,” Rikuo said, sounding far too amused for Kazahaya’s liking. Blankets shifted and the bed creaked, signaling that Rikuo had sat up. Kazahaya refused to turn around, quickly rooting through the closet for a clean pair of pants instead. “Ignoring it doesn’t either,” said Rikuo, suddenly far, far too close, breath against Kazahaya’s ear.
“EEEHHHH!!” Kazahaya shrieked, leaping backward. “WHEN DID YOU-? HOW-? GET AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” He hadn’t even heard him move! You’d think someone with a body that big would make more noise and give some more warning and not go around scaring people half out of their wits! Kazahaya glared mightily.
There was laughter in Rikuo’s eyes as his mouth twitched. “Since you’re already dressed, you can make breakfast,” he suggested, heading back to his own side of the room. “Make sure not to burn anything.”
Incensed, Kazahaya threw a shoe at him.
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Posted: 12.23.2005
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ch_ar_mePairing: Rikuo/Kazahaya [Legal Drug]
Theme: humor, subtext
Best of My Love
“Well, this is a first…”
The amused drawl was the first thing Kazahaya heard when he blinked his sleepy eyes open, gazing around in a fog. It was morning, he concluded, too much light assaulting his eyes to be anything but. It was also warm, strangely so, because his blankets usually didn’t give off this much heat. And that voice—Kazahaya bolted upright and stared down in horror at a pair of smirking eyes.
“You’ve crawled into my bed before but this is the first time you’ve done it with me still in it.” The curve of Rikuo’s mouth matched the smirk in his eyes. “Sleep well?” he purred.
“YOU—WHAT—GAAH!” Kazahaya flailed his arms and backed away from Rikuo, nearly falling off of the narrow bed. “What did you do to me, you pervert?” he shouted, clutching the blankets to him protectively, though he was still fully clothed in his pajamas.
Rikuo propped himself up on his elbows, levering himself up far enough to give Kazahaya a lazy look. “You’re the one who crawled into bed with me, princess,” he said.
Kazahaya, at a loss for words, merely screeched at him, face red. He hated that damned bastard and his stupid smug grin and it was obviously not Kazahaya’s fault that he’d ended up in bed with him. He couldn’t even remember anything from last night! He’d come in, exhausted, after a long night of inventory, and had changed tiredly and flopped into bed. The only other thing he remembered distinctly was that Rikuo had claimed the shower first, the jerk, and, well, Kazahaya couldn’t remember where he’d been after Kazahaya had come out of the bathroom, half-heartedly toweling at his hair—
But this was all still his fault!
Glaring at Rikuo, Kazahaya untangled his limbs from the blanket and leaped off the bed, making a beeline toward his closet. If he was going to up and dealing with that bastard, he was damned well going to be dressed for it. “Don’t just sit there and smirk, asshole,” he shouted, turning his back to unbutton his pajama top and slide a shirt over his head. “Go make breakfast or something!”
Rikuo chuckled behind him and Kazahaya felt the hairs on his neck stand up. Ugh, he hated that bastard.
“Denying it doesn’t mean it didn’t happened,” Rikuo said, sounding far too amused for Kazahaya’s liking. Blankets shifted and the bed creaked, signaling that Rikuo had sat up. Kazahaya refused to turn around, quickly rooting through the closet for a clean pair of pants instead. “Ignoring it doesn’t either,” said Rikuo, suddenly far, far too close, breath against Kazahaya’s ear.
“EEEHHHH!!” Kazahaya shrieked, leaping backward. “WHEN DID YOU-? HOW-? GET AWAY FROM ME, ASSHOLE!” He hadn’t even heard him move! You’d think someone with a body that big would make more noise and give some more warning and not go around scaring people half out of their wits! Kazahaya glared mightily.
There was laughter in Rikuo’s eyes as his mouth twitched. “Since you’re already dressed, you can make breakfast,” he suggested, heading back to his own side of the room. “Make sure not to burn anything.”
Incensed, Kazahaya threw a shoe at him.
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Posted: 12.23.2005
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