2 fics; 10051
Title: Warmth.
Author: exobiology / Fai.
Characters/Pairings: 10051/ByakuranShoichi.
Word Count: 338.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: As long as you are familiar with the future arc, Byakuran & Shou, you'll be fine.
Summary: "Shoichi wakes up because it's either blindingly bright or because he's got more important things to occupy his mornings with."
Notes/Warnings: Not beta'ed & kind of contains suggestions of sexual activity.
Credits: None D|
1;
The morning hours are always the worst.
Shoichi wakes up because it's either blindingly bright or because he's got more important things to occupy his mornings with. Things he needs to do, but can't;
He lies close to Byakuran under the warm, white blankets. An elbow is nudging him softly in his side; said boss moves around quite a lot on his sleep - and his arms, legs and specific-other-part are aching; limbs are hopelessly entangled in a chaotic mess of hot skin and blankets that just seem to be in the way. What's the most distracting though, is the fact that Byakuran is breathing hotly against his reddened neck.
Shoichi has spent all of those hours watching his superior sleep. It's a kind of weird thing to do, but the other man's features are so peaceful that he just can't help himself. It's not like he can do anything else, anyway; when he tries to pull away and slide out of the bed to get dressed, Byakuran's grip around his wrist hardens. The pain of the protest is more than enough to force him back to his previous position, hissing (ow ow ow!) and stumbling before he's once again curled up against Byakuran's warm body. Back to square one, while the seconds continue to tick. He tries to not think of the amount of research he could have accomplished instead of lazing around like this.
Shoichi shifts in an attempt to get a hint of what the older man is thinking, but every time that he's carelessly pulled back into bed, Byakuran turns his head around so that his face is out of view for Shoichi.
Thus, the younger mafioso has come to realize that his boss is probably already wide awake. But what's even more frustrating is that when the clock is way past two and it's time to get up, it's Shoichi who has to make up for having overslept.
And that is how the cycle is repeated. Over and over again.
Title: Flow of time.
Author: exobiology / Fai.
Characters/Pairings: 10051/ByakuranShoichi.
Word Count: 647.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: As long as you are familiar with the future arc, Byakuran & Shou, you'll be fine.
Summary: "Seconds flow past far too quickly. Deceiving and unstable, they turn into minutes faster than he could ever imagine."
Notes/Warnings: Excited Byakuran is excited.
Credits: None D|
2;
They're running out of time. Seconds flow past far too quickly. Deceiving and unstable, they turn into minutes faster than he could ever imagine. Time isn't cheap; there are no ways to take those seconds back, no ways to tweak or bend them. No matter how much Shoichi wants it.
He counts to himself. Not loud; he knows that despite Byakuran's calm composure and still posture, the man won't accept failures. He wants to win this.
And that's one of the reasons why Shoichi wishes that he could turn back time; then he'd not be here in the first place.
The darkness around them seems to get thicker as those precious seconds roll by. He continues to count. (Twenty, twenty one, then suddently fourty-six).
Shoichi really can't stand the nagging tension. He's close to asking if they can't just give up and retreat, but at the same moment that he parts his lips to suggest so, the taller man shifts his weight just a little further away, and it feels like Shoichi's shoulder is going to be crushed beneath the man's large palm. He simply decides to remain silent and stare up through the unnerving darkness and continue to count.
It has gone past one hundred when Byakuran tenses up again above him, and Shoichi can clearly hear his even breathing, in perfect sync with his rhythmic chanting:
(One hundred forty nine, one hundred fifty, one hundred fifty one---)
Then, out of nowhere, the weight has disappeared and Byakuran pretty much does pop his shoulder as he jumps out of the narrow hiding space with the force of a hungry tiger. Albeit reluctantly and with a surprised gasp, Shoichi is forced to follow his superior when the iron grasp around his wrist hardens further. It actually hurts.
They storm through the many rooms with impressive speed (Shoichi can just barely time his clumsy, confused stumbling with Byakuran's swift steps). Once they turn the corner at the far end of the long corridor, Shoichi's glasses fall to the floor and he's blinded. It's even more of a blur than preivously, and it's a great handicap to them both: he's surprised that Byakuran hasn't just dropped him already.
He can recognize the room just barely. It's big and filled with several plants. Not a lot of furniture, though, only a tall glass table in the middle of the white room.
They're advancing quickly: Byakuran is looking greatly amused, and if he's bothered by their careless running, he doesn't show it. In all honesty, Shoichi finds his smile just a tad bit creepy, but he says nothing; currently, he's busy panting.
Behind them, Nosaru is yelling: "Here, bro! Hurry!" Then he starts running after them. Shoichi is positive that he sees Glo Xinia's face somewhere as well. Neither are fast enough, though; Byakuran reaches out for the plastic, orange Nasturtium that's placed on the surface of the table. The step he takes then is so long and sudden that Shoichi knows that Byakuran must've twisted a muscle somewhere in his arm.
He shrieks in utter pain and shock. Byakuran cheers in victory.
"We won, Shou-chan~!" The tall man chirps happily as he closes his fingers around the plastic petal. Shoichi can barely hear him over his own sobbing.
He knows that the seconds before he faints are fewer than those of hiding;
he's pretty sure that Byakuran broke his arm in the climax of the game.
Author: exobiology / Fai.
Characters/Pairings: 10051/ByakuranShoichi.
Word Count: 338.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: As long as you are familiar with the future arc, Byakuran & Shou, you'll be fine.
Summary: "Shoichi wakes up because it's either blindingly bright or because he's got more important things to occupy his mornings with."
Notes/Warnings: Not beta'ed & kind of contains suggestions of sexual activity.
Credits: None D|
1;
The morning hours are always the worst.
Shoichi wakes up because it's either blindingly bright or because he's got more important things to occupy his mornings with. Things he needs to do, but can't;
He lies close to Byakuran under the warm, white blankets. An elbow is nudging him softly in his side; said boss moves around quite a lot on his sleep - and his arms, legs and specific-other-part are aching; limbs are hopelessly entangled in a chaotic mess of hot skin and blankets that just seem to be in the way. What's the most distracting though, is the fact that Byakuran is breathing hotly against his reddened neck.
Shoichi has spent all of those hours watching his superior sleep. It's a kind of weird thing to do, but the other man's features are so peaceful that he just can't help himself. It's not like he can do anything else, anyway; when he tries to pull away and slide out of the bed to get dressed, Byakuran's grip around his wrist hardens. The pain of the protest is more than enough to force him back to his previous position, hissing (ow ow ow!) and stumbling before he's once again curled up against Byakuran's warm body. Back to square one, while the seconds continue to tick. He tries to not think of the amount of research he could have accomplished instead of lazing around like this.
Shoichi shifts in an attempt to get a hint of what the older man is thinking, but every time that he's carelessly pulled back into bed, Byakuran turns his head around so that his face is out of view for Shoichi.
Thus, the younger mafioso has come to realize that his boss is probably already wide awake. But what's even more frustrating is that when the clock is way past two and it's time to get up, it's Shoichi who has to make up for having overslept.
And that is how the cycle is repeated. Over and over again.
Title: Flow of time.
Author: exobiology / Fai.
Characters/Pairings: 10051/ByakuranShoichi.
Word Count: 647.
Rating: PG.
Spoilers: As long as you are familiar with the future arc, Byakuran & Shou, you'll be fine.
Summary: "Seconds flow past far too quickly. Deceiving and unstable, they turn into minutes faster than he could ever imagine."
Notes/Warnings: Excited Byakuran is excited.
Credits: None D|
2;
They're running out of time. Seconds flow past far too quickly. Deceiving and unstable, they turn into minutes faster than he could ever imagine. Time isn't cheap; there are no ways to take those seconds back, no ways to tweak or bend them. No matter how much Shoichi wants it.
He counts to himself. Not loud; he knows that despite Byakuran's calm composure and still posture, the man won't accept failures. He wants to win this.
And that's one of the reasons why Shoichi wishes that he could turn back time; then he'd not be here in the first place.
The darkness around them seems to get thicker as those precious seconds roll by. He continues to count. (Twenty, twenty one, then suddently fourty-six).
Shoichi really can't stand the nagging tension. He's close to asking if they can't just give up and retreat, but at the same moment that he parts his lips to suggest so, the taller man shifts his weight just a little further away, and it feels like Shoichi's shoulder is going to be crushed beneath the man's large palm. He simply decides to remain silent and stare up through the unnerving darkness and continue to count.
It has gone past one hundred when Byakuran tenses up again above him, and Shoichi can clearly hear his even breathing, in perfect sync with his rhythmic chanting:
(One hundred forty nine, one hundred fifty, one hundred fifty one---)
Then, out of nowhere, the weight has disappeared and Byakuran pretty much does pop his shoulder as he jumps out of the narrow hiding space with the force of a hungry tiger. Albeit reluctantly and with a surprised gasp, Shoichi is forced to follow his superior when the iron grasp around his wrist hardens further. It actually hurts.
They storm through the many rooms with impressive speed (Shoichi can just barely time his clumsy, confused stumbling with Byakuran's swift steps). Once they turn the corner at the far end of the long corridor, Shoichi's glasses fall to the floor and he's blinded. It's even more of a blur than preivously, and it's a great handicap to them both: he's surprised that Byakuran hasn't just dropped him already.
He can recognize the room just barely. It's big and filled with several plants. Not a lot of furniture, though, only a tall glass table in the middle of the white room.
They're advancing quickly: Byakuran is looking greatly amused, and if he's bothered by their careless running, he doesn't show it. In all honesty, Shoichi finds his smile just a tad bit creepy, but he says nothing; currently, he's busy panting.
Behind them, Nosaru is yelling: "Here, bro! Hurry!" Then he starts running after them. Shoichi is positive that he sees Glo Xinia's face somewhere as well. Neither are fast enough, though; Byakuran reaches out for the plastic, orange Nasturtium that's placed on the surface of the table. The step he takes then is so long and sudden that Shoichi knows that Byakuran must've twisted a muscle somewhere in his arm.
He shrieks in utter pain and shock. Byakuran cheers in victory.
"We won, Shou-chan~!" The tall man chirps happily as he closes his fingers around the plastic petal. Shoichi can barely hear him over his own sobbing.
He knows that the seconds before he faints are fewer than those of hiding;
he's pretty sure that Byakuran broke his arm in the climax of the game.