Rooms above the Pharmacy, Wed. Night, 2-6-07

[1st_unit_cptn]

Souji stared down at his empty sake dish and sighed. He hadn't intended to get drunk, not really. He just hadn't had the best of days, and despite the fact that he really didn't care for it all that much, the alcohol was a pleasant reminder, of sorts. Reminded him of all the times Kondo-san had dragged him out drinking, how they'd usually ended up

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[kusuriuri_san]

Medicine seller was something of a nocturnal creature by nature and so he was still awake in what passed for his bedroom above the pharmacy. He'd removed the purple kerchief he usually wore and his straw colored hair, surprisingly long now that it was no longer pulled back, fell loosely around his shoulders. Legs bare, sprawled comfortably across the tatami mat, he appeared to be reading something out of a book of yellowing parchment, by the light of the oil lamps. The fingers of one hand marked his progress while his other held a long curved pipe, one that he raised lazily to painted lips every now and then.

[1st_unit_cptn]

He wasn't quite prepared for the sight that greeted him upon reaching the other man's room, and stood there for a moment, struck by how... well... pretty the Medicine Seller was. Her certainly looked more like he belonged with a theater group than sprawled out in a room above a pharmacy.

And then he realized he was staring, and seriously considered ducking back out before he was noticed.

[kusuriuri_san]

Medicine seller carefully turned a page. "Is something the matter, Okita-san?" He spoke without even turning to look at the samurai. Eyes in the back of his head apparently.

[1st_unit_cptn]

So much for running away...

"Ah... no..." He stared down at the floor for a long moment. "Would it be okay if I sat in here with you? I won't bother you."

[kusuriuri_san]

The man watched the display through languidly drooping eyelids, lips and tongue working skillfully against the length of flesh in his mouth as he reached slowly to retrieve a tube of something from the sleeve of his kimono.

[1st_unit_cptn]

He watched the other man, his eyes dark and pleading as he abandoned himself to his body's urges. For the moment he could forget about everything--the way he was stranded, his illness==everything fell away before the sensations currently running through him.

[kusuriuri_san]

It was not hard to see what Okita wanted and Medicine Seller was not so cruel as to deny him. Emptying the contents of the tube onto his fingers, he carefully slipped first one, and then two slender digits inside the other man, patiently gaging his progress by Okita's responses, mouth concentrating on balancing any pain with pleasure.

[1st_unit_cptn]

The young samurai whimpered and writhed beneath the other man as he worked, hands scrabbling for purchase in the blankets.