Fic: Little Secrets
Title: Little Secrets
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 10_passions
Theme: #4-Hidden from the World
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
“Mmm…” Yukito stretched his back as he rolled over in bed, snuggling against Touya’s warmth when he was done, taking comfort in the worn cotton t-shirt and blue plaid flannel pajama pants. He would be perfectly content to lie like this forever, except that Touya had work this morning.
Wait. Work. Touya had work. And work started…
Groggily he sat up, rubbing his eyes and searching for the bedside clock. Why hadn’t the alarm gone off? Or if it had, why was Touya still in bed? He pushed aside the box of tissues, fumbling to put on his glasses. The red digital numbers glowed dully in the dim light of the room, informing him that it was nearly an hour after Touya, and subsequently he, work up.
“To-ya!” he hissed, shaking his shoulder. “To-ya, get up! You’re going to be late!” Touya mumbled something and rolled over, pulling the soft red comforter up to his chin. Yukito was concerned; he’d expected a more… well, surprised reaction from Touya.
“Are you feeling all right? Do you want me to call you in sick?” Yukito fretted, swinging his legs out of bed and searching for his slippers.
“Yuki,” he heard Touya say from beneath the bedcovers.
“Huh?” he asked, wide-eyed as he paused, one slipper on and the other just beyond the reach of his toes.
“Get back in bed. I told them I was taking today off.”
“Oh. Why?” Not that he was complaining; he kicked off his lone slipper and pulled back the sheets to crawl in.
There was a long pause as Yukito busied himself getting back in bed. Finally, Touya replied nonchalantly. “Just felt like it yesterday.”
“Oh, okay.” Yukito settled back down beneath the blankets, turning several times to find a position he was comfortable in. He ended up settling for his former position, nestled up against Touya’s back.
“Want me to wake you up when I get up?” Touya asked, and Yukito replied with a drowsy murmur of assent. After a moment’s pause, Touya reached behind him, found Yukito’s arm, and drew it over his side and around his waist. Yukito shifted more snugly against the taller man, and they both drifted back off to sleep.
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A few hours later the pair reawakened, and went about their usual morning routine. Since they only had one bathroom, Touya brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved when necessary while Yukito dressed, and then they switched places.
“Want to come grocery shopping with me?” Touya asked while brushing his teeth.
Yukito was rummaging in his shirt drawer for something that struck his fancy. Or maybe something Touya liked; after all, he’d taken the day off work just because… He eventually settled on a light blue polo and khakis, smoothing out the shirt on the bed to get rid of the fold marks as he joined Touya at the sink.
“Sure,” he agreed, watching Touya as he shaved. Hell, he’d already taken the day off, right? Might as well make the most of it. Secretly Touya envied his partner just a little; Yukito’s skin was always soft and smooth, never rough with stubble, so he either shaved obsessively while Touya was at work or his body was naturally like that. Considering the eternally youthful appearance of Yue, Touya suspected Yue had made Yukito like that, but he didn’t really want to ask.
As Yukito set about brushing his teeth, Touya ransacked his closet for the gray dress shirt he knew Yukito loved. Once the shirt was found and as he stood buttoning it he couldn’t help but sneak glances at his lover’s naked torso. There was something about the smooth, sleek lines of Yukito’s body… He was built slim, muscles hugging his bones so tightly they were barely visible. Not like Touya, who’d filled out with age and was now both broad and visibly muscular. It irked him that he couldn’t go to the beach without getting tan and mobbed by girls, while Yukito could go, stay pale as moonlight, and innocently avoid girls fawning over his boyish body.
He liked them, the secrets of Yukito’s body. Not just the ones that brought a flush to his cheeks and a gasp to his lips, but little things like this. Little things like the strong, tight muscles of his arms and legs, shaping them perfectly but at the same time hiding their perfection. The smooth, sleek muscles of his chest, almost always hidden by a shirt. The firm, flat muscles of his stomach and the way they shifted and twisted. The fluttering pulse in his neck. Little things that only he knew about, because no one else in the world could ever know them.
Yukito caught him watching on his way out of the bathroom, and Touya flushed and looked away. Then he felt the gentle tug at his sleeve, and he looked down in surprise to see Yukito there, head resting against his arm, rubbing his cheek gently against the soft material.
“You’re wearing it,” he murmured, twisting his fingers in the loose fabric of the sleeve.
Smiling gently Touya reached over and placed his hand on top of Yukito’s. “Yeah, I remembered you like it. Now go get dressed so we can go shopping.” Nodding agreeably, Yukito released his arm and slipped his shirt on, Touya watching out of the corner of his eye as the soft blue material once again made Yukito his secret.
Yes, little secrets were wonderful.
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Grocery shopping wasn’t anything important or unusual for the pair. Yukito’s appetite hadn’t disappeared with the influx of Sakura’s magic to support him and Yue, so he and Touya were constantly restocking their refrigerator. They were also prone to the failings of any normal couple. Sometimes they just forgot about things. As responsible as Touya was and as often as he cooked meals, there were just days when they would discover broccoli rotting in the vegetable drawer or long unseen leftovers lurking in the very back of a shelf.
Touya usually pushed the cart down the aisles and neatly organized everything in the basket while Yukito would retrieve necessary items from the shelves. Today, though, Yukito didn’t seem to want to scamper ahead of Touya and come running back with the sugar or bananas or mustard. Instead he hovered beside Touya, glancing around curiously but never straying too far. To Touya he seemed like a newly trained puppy.
“Here,” he said, passing the shopping list to Yukito. “Read it to me as we go down the aisles.” Yukito nodded and the two of them headed for the produce department.
Oranges were in season, and fruit was a breakfast necessity. Onions were good for cooking and on sale. Touya contemplated snow peas while Yukito looked on; eventually Touya decided that they might be useful to have when he made stir-fry (which, considering how easy and fast it was to make, was looking like a good possibility for the upcoming busy week). They’d run out of mayonnaise last week. Pepper had been notoriously lacking for several weeks, and since Touya had been substituting it with other spices (most memorably cayenne pepper in the macaroni and cheese) neither of them had thought to buy it.
They always needed bread, since lunch was either a sandwich or bento (and sandwiches were becoming increasingly more convenient). They still had the staples of rice and shoyu, but meat (chicken; it was healthier than beef or pork and right now it was also more affordable) and fish would be welcome additions to their sadly empty refrigerator. Milk, beause Touya liked to tease that Yukito was a growing boy and needed his calcium even though he liked the way Yukito was just tall enough so that his head rested against Touya’s shoulder…
They both had a bit of a sweet tooth, so the brief stop in that aisle was necessary. Touya knew well which manjuu was Yukito’s favorite; as he reached up to grab the appropriate package he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yukito had left. He reappeared a moment later as Touya carefully restacked everything in the cart, dropping a small box that rattled as it fell into the basket. Touya took stock of what it was-a box of chocolate-covered mint creams-and smiled at Yukito.
Yet another little secret.
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Touya carried all the bags as they left the store, Yukito wandering beside him. He kept offering to take a bag, but Touya steadfastly refused to relinquish any. To be honest, he didn’t know why not. They were heavy, of course, given what they had bought, but he hardly noticed as he watched Yukito. The slight movements of his head as followed birds in the sky or a child running by with his eyes were nothing short of fascinating. He knew every muscle in Yukito’s slim neck as it twisted, knew all of the soft dips and curves beneath his sensitive flesh, but he would never tire of watching.
He alone knew the exact softness of Yukito’s hair as he ruffled it playfully or twisted his fingers in it sensually. The way the ends brushed his pale skin with shadows or kissed Touya’s cheeks when he leaned against him. Everyone saw the light in Yukito’s eyes; he alone knew their depth. He alone knew all their colors, all their emotions, all their beauty as they smiled at a butterfly flitting by or as they lay half-lidded in ecstasy.
He didn’t realize how caught up in staring he was until Yukito disappeared from his field of vision. Before Touya knew what had happened, he felt a weight on his arm and he looked down, confused. Yukito had wrapped his arms around Touya’s, hugging it snugly. Smiling contentedly, he leaned against Touya, resting his head against his shoulder.
Flustered, he stopped walking and glanced around. “Hey… Yuki… what’re you doing?”
Yukito looked up at Touya, confusion evident in his eyes. “To-ya?” he queried innocently.
“Um… Yuki… Ah… You know… There are people…” he fumbled for the right words.
“But…” Yuki trailed off, eyes clouding, arms releasing their grip slowly.
“It’s just that… Hmph.” Touya settled for the best way he knew how to communicate: by glaring at Yukito. It wasn’t a glare of anger, though. Well, it was, but he wasn’t angry that Yukito had done it. He didn’t like that fact that he’d done it in front of people. And it wasn’t necessarily because he worried about what people would say. He wanted Yukito to himself. All those little things that he did, like laying his head against Touya’s arm… those were his secrets, not for the whole world to know!
But he didn’t know how to say that quite right, so the glare won out.
Yukito, however, knew Touya’s game. After his initial surprise, he’d retightened his grip on Touya’s arm and stood there hugging it possessively. Staring straight into Touya’s glare he pouted just slightly, his lower lip (the fullness of which Touya knew exactly) protruding and his eyes reflecting his disappointment. But Touya saw deep into his eyes, saw the expectance and knowing smile in them. Yukito knew he’d already won, knew that there was no way Touya was going to say no now-and knew that secretly Touya liked it. Maybe Yukito didn’t know how possessive Touya’s thoughts were, but he knew that Touya had no objections to what he was doing.
“Oh… fine,” Touya relented, grumbling slightly. Yukito grinned, his smile finally spreading to fill his eyes. His contented sigh as they continued walking told Touya that he knew full well Touya’s continued grumbling was just for show.
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He stood at the door, waiting for the steady pounding of the shower water to stop. It was cold-he was shivering slightly-but it would be worth the wait. He really wanted to join Yukito in the shower, to watch the way the droplets clung to his skin, twisting along the fine lines of his body, to see the way the dim lights in the bathroom illuminated his sleek soft skin, to taste the sweat and soap and pain and joy and love and lust as he licked Yukito’s slick flesh-
The sound of pattering drops stopped abruptly, and Touya heard the shower door creak open as Yukito reached for his towel. He fought the urge to drum his fingers anxiously against the wall; Yukito would complain if he was still soaking wet, even if Touya could care less. The moments ticked by agonizingly slowly; he didn’t want to sit and listen to Yukito drying himself forever. Finally, he heard the soft shuffling of Yukito’s feet as he neared the door.
As the door opened with a gentle click Touya was there, wrapping his arms around Yukito’s waist, sliding his fingers below the towel hiding Yukito. Practically purring, Yukito leaned into Touya’s warm embrace, hands helping him to remove the soft material. Touya half-carried him into the bedroom, listening to the rapid erratic and arousing pattern of heartbeat and breath as their bodies pressed together.
“Mmmm… To-ya…” Yukito purred, kicking the sheets aside and pulling Touya down with him.
“Quiet,” he whispered, eliciting a soft mewl from Yukito.
In that dark room, behind closed curtains admitting only slivers of silvery moonlight and closed doors that admitted no sound, wrapped in the soft whispers of their skin brushing against the sheets and their harsh uneven breaths as they touched, bathed in kisses and caresses, they shared every secret they knew.
Author: fairymage
Rating: PG-13
Community: 10_passions
Theme: #4-Hidden from the World
Fandom: Card Captor Sakura
Pairing: Touya/Yukito
“Mmm…” Yukito stretched his back as he rolled over in bed, snuggling against Touya’s warmth when he was done, taking comfort in the worn cotton t-shirt and blue plaid flannel pajama pants. He would be perfectly content to lie like this forever, except that Touya had work this morning.
Wait. Work. Touya had work. And work started…
Groggily he sat up, rubbing his eyes and searching for the bedside clock. Why hadn’t the alarm gone off? Or if it had, why was Touya still in bed? He pushed aside the box of tissues, fumbling to put on his glasses. The red digital numbers glowed dully in the dim light of the room, informing him that it was nearly an hour after Touya, and subsequently he, work up.
“To-ya!” he hissed, shaking his shoulder. “To-ya, get up! You’re going to be late!” Touya mumbled something and rolled over, pulling the soft red comforter up to his chin. Yukito was concerned; he’d expected a more… well, surprised reaction from Touya.
“Are you feeling all right? Do you want me to call you in sick?” Yukito fretted, swinging his legs out of bed and searching for his slippers.
“Yuki,” he heard Touya say from beneath the bedcovers.
“Huh?” he asked, wide-eyed as he paused, one slipper on and the other just beyond the reach of his toes.
“Get back in bed. I told them I was taking today off.”
“Oh. Why?” Not that he was complaining; he kicked off his lone slipper and pulled back the sheets to crawl in.
There was a long pause as Yukito busied himself getting back in bed. Finally, Touya replied nonchalantly. “Just felt like it yesterday.”
“Oh, okay.” Yukito settled back down beneath the blankets, turning several times to find a position he was comfortable in. He ended up settling for his former position, nestled up against Touya’s back.
“Want me to wake you up when I get up?” Touya asked, and Yukito replied with a drowsy murmur of assent. After a moment’s pause, Touya reached behind him, found Yukito’s arm, and drew it over his side and around his waist. Yukito shifted more snugly against the taller man, and they both drifted back off to sleep.
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A few hours later the pair reawakened, and went about their usual morning routine. Since they only had one bathroom, Touya brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved when necessary while Yukito dressed, and then they switched places.
“Want to come grocery shopping with me?” Touya asked while brushing his teeth.
Yukito was rummaging in his shirt drawer for something that struck his fancy. Or maybe something Touya liked; after all, he’d taken the day off work just because… He eventually settled on a light blue polo and khakis, smoothing out the shirt on the bed to get rid of the fold marks as he joined Touya at the sink.
“Sure,” he agreed, watching Touya as he shaved. Hell, he’d already taken the day off, right? Might as well make the most of it. Secretly Touya envied his partner just a little; Yukito’s skin was always soft and smooth, never rough with stubble, so he either shaved obsessively while Touya was at work or his body was naturally like that. Considering the eternally youthful appearance of Yue, Touya suspected Yue had made Yukito like that, but he didn’t really want to ask.
As Yukito set about brushing his teeth, Touya ransacked his closet for the gray dress shirt he knew Yukito loved. Once the shirt was found and as he stood buttoning it he couldn’t help but sneak glances at his lover’s naked torso. There was something about the smooth, sleek lines of Yukito’s body… He was built slim, muscles hugging his bones so tightly they were barely visible. Not like Touya, who’d filled out with age and was now both broad and visibly muscular. It irked him that he couldn’t go to the beach without getting tan and mobbed by girls, while Yukito could go, stay pale as moonlight, and innocently avoid girls fawning over his boyish body.
He liked them, the secrets of Yukito’s body. Not just the ones that brought a flush to his cheeks and a gasp to his lips, but little things like this. Little things like the strong, tight muscles of his arms and legs, shaping them perfectly but at the same time hiding their perfection. The smooth, sleek muscles of his chest, almost always hidden by a shirt. The firm, flat muscles of his stomach and the way they shifted and twisted. The fluttering pulse in his neck. Little things that only he knew about, because no one else in the world could ever know them.
Yukito caught him watching on his way out of the bathroom, and Touya flushed and looked away. Then he felt the gentle tug at his sleeve, and he looked down in surprise to see Yukito there, head resting against his arm, rubbing his cheek gently against the soft material.
“You’re wearing it,” he murmured, twisting his fingers in the loose fabric of the sleeve.
Smiling gently Touya reached over and placed his hand on top of Yukito’s. “Yeah, I remembered you like it. Now go get dressed so we can go shopping.” Nodding agreeably, Yukito released his arm and slipped his shirt on, Touya watching out of the corner of his eye as the soft blue material once again made Yukito his secret.
Yes, little secrets were wonderful.
-----
Grocery shopping wasn’t anything important or unusual for the pair. Yukito’s appetite hadn’t disappeared with the influx of Sakura’s magic to support him and Yue, so he and Touya were constantly restocking their refrigerator. They were also prone to the failings of any normal couple. Sometimes they just forgot about things. As responsible as Touya was and as often as he cooked meals, there were just days when they would discover broccoli rotting in the vegetable drawer or long unseen leftovers lurking in the very back of a shelf.
Touya usually pushed the cart down the aisles and neatly organized everything in the basket while Yukito would retrieve necessary items from the shelves. Today, though, Yukito didn’t seem to want to scamper ahead of Touya and come running back with the sugar or bananas or mustard. Instead he hovered beside Touya, glancing around curiously but never straying too far. To Touya he seemed like a newly trained puppy.
“Here,” he said, passing the shopping list to Yukito. “Read it to me as we go down the aisles.” Yukito nodded and the two of them headed for the produce department.
Oranges were in season, and fruit was a breakfast necessity. Onions were good for cooking and on sale. Touya contemplated snow peas while Yukito looked on; eventually Touya decided that they might be useful to have when he made stir-fry (which, considering how easy and fast it was to make, was looking like a good possibility for the upcoming busy week). They’d run out of mayonnaise last week. Pepper had been notoriously lacking for several weeks, and since Touya had been substituting it with other spices (most memorably cayenne pepper in the macaroni and cheese) neither of them had thought to buy it.
They always needed bread, since lunch was either a sandwich or bento (and sandwiches were becoming increasingly more convenient). They still had the staples of rice and shoyu, but meat (chicken; it was healthier than beef or pork and right now it was also more affordable) and fish would be welcome additions to their sadly empty refrigerator. Milk, beause Touya liked to tease that Yukito was a growing boy and needed his calcium even though he liked the way Yukito was just tall enough so that his head rested against Touya’s shoulder…
They both had a bit of a sweet tooth, so the brief stop in that aisle was necessary. Touya knew well which manjuu was Yukito’s favorite; as he reached up to grab the appropriate package he noticed out of the corner of his eye that Yukito had left. He reappeared a moment later as Touya carefully restacked everything in the cart, dropping a small box that rattled as it fell into the basket. Touya took stock of what it was-a box of chocolate-covered mint creams-and smiled at Yukito.
Yet another little secret.
-----
Touya carried all the bags as they left the store, Yukito wandering beside him. He kept offering to take a bag, but Touya steadfastly refused to relinquish any. To be honest, he didn’t know why not. They were heavy, of course, given what they had bought, but he hardly noticed as he watched Yukito. The slight movements of his head as followed birds in the sky or a child running by with his eyes were nothing short of fascinating. He knew every muscle in Yukito’s slim neck as it twisted, knew all of the soft dips and curves beneath his sensitive flesh, but he would never tire of watching.
He alone knew the exact softness of Yukito’s hair as he ruffled it playfully or twisted his fingers in it sensually. The way the ends brushed his pale skin with shadows or kissed Touya’s cheeks when he leaned against him. Everyone saw the light in Yukito’s eyes; he alone knew their depth. He alone knew all their colors, all their emotions, all their beauty as they smiled at a butterfly flitting by or as they lay half-lidded in ecstasy.
He didn’t realize how caught up in staring he was until Yukito disappeared from his field of vision. Before Touya knew what had happened, he felt a weight on his arm and he looked down, confused. Yukito had wrapped his arms around Touya’s, hugging it snugly. Smiling contentedly, he leaned against Touya, resting his head against his shoulder.
Flustered, he stopped walking and glanced around. “Hey… Yuki… what’re you doing?”
Yukito looked up at Touya, confusion evident in his eyes. “To-ya?” he queried innocently.
“Um… Yuki… Ah… You know… There are people…” he fumbled for the right words.
“But…” Yuki trailed off, eyes clouding, arms releasing their grip slowly.
“It’s just that… Hmph.” Touya settled for the best way he knew how to communicate: by glaring at Yukito. It wasn’t a glare of anger, though. Well, it was, but he wasn’t angry that Yukito had done it. He didn’t like that fact that he’d done it in front of people. And it wasn’t necessarily because he worried about what people would say. He wanted Yukito to himself. All those little things that he did, like laying his head against Touya’s arm… those were his secrets, not for the whole world to know!
But he didn’t know how to say that quite right, so the glare won out.
Yukito, however, knew Touya’s game. After his initial surprise, he’d retightened his grip on Touya’s arm and stood there hugging it possessively. Staring straight into Touya’s glare he pouted just slightly, his lower lip (the fullness of which Touya knew exactly) protruding and his eyes reflecting his disappointment. But Touya saw deep into his eyes, saw the expectance and knowing smile in them. Yukito knew he’d already won, knew that there was no way Touya was going to say no now-and knew that secretly Touya liked it. Maybe Yukito didn’t know how possessive Touya’s thoughts were, but he knew that Touya had no objections to what he was doing.
“Oh… fine,” Touya relented, grumbling slightly. Yukito grinned, his smile finally spreading to fill his eyes. His contented sigh as they continued walking told Touya that he knew full well Touya’s continued grumbling was just for show.
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He stood at the door, waiting for the steady pounding of the shower water to stop. It was cold-he was shivering slightly-but it would be worth the wait. He really wanted to join Yukito in the shower, to watch the way the droplets clung to his skin, twisting along the fine lines of his body, to see the way the dim lights in the bathroom illuminated his sleek soft skin, to taste the sweat and soap and pain and joy and love and lust as he licked Yukito’s slick flesh-
The sound of pattering drops stopped abruptly, and Touya heard the shower door creak open as Yukito reached for his towel. He fought the urge to drum his fingers anxiously against the wall; Yukito would complain if he was still soaking wet, even if Touya could care less. The moments ticked by agonizingly slowly; he didn’t want to sit and listen to Yukito drying himself forever. Finally, he heard the soft shuffling of Yukito’s feet as he neared the door.
As the door opened with a gentle click Touya was there, wrapping his arms around Yukito’s waist, sliding his fingers below the towel hiding Yukito. Practically purring, Yukito leaned into Touya’s warm embrace, hands helping him to remove the soft material. Touya half-carried him into the bedroom, listening to the rapid erratic and arousing pattern of heartbeat and breath as their bodies pressed together.
“Mmmm… To-ya…” Yukito purred, kicking the sheets aside and pulling Touya down with him.
“Quiet,” he whispered, eliciting a soft mewl from Yukito.
In that dark room, behind closed curtains admitting only slivers of silvery moonlight and closed doors that admitted no sound, wrapped in the soft whispers of their skin brushing against the sheets and their harsh uneven breaths as they touched, bathed in kisses and caresses, they shared every secret they knew.