RyoDa Fanfiction: Candy Talk
Title: Candy Talk
Author: Gaillen's Mirror
Disclaimer: Yeah...right.
Pairing: RyoDa
Rating: T
Summary: They can't say what they wanted too out loud, so they said it with candy.
Warning: Suggestiveness.
Author's Notes: Supposed to be my White Day story, but I got sick and then we went on vacation, and I just got back from Vienna. I'm tried... Something about this story just seems a little off, oh and their characters are a little different from how I usually write them. Anyways, Enjoy.
Candy Talk
“Oh, kiss me beneath the milky twilight
Lead me out on the moonlit floor.
Lift your open hand.
Strike up the band and make fireflies dance
Silver moon’s sparkling.
So kiss me.” (Sixpence None the Richer, Kiss Me)
Even though he would never admit it out loud, Nishikido Ryo’s most prized possession was a key.
It wasn’t special in the way that keys go, but to him it was the most precious thing. It was a simple key, the color of copper with a rounded head and a little drilled hole for the ring and a long tail with jagged teeth. It was worn down with many years of use and stuck occasionally until he jiggled it in the lock. Still he treasured it, because it opened a door for him that had become increasingly important.
He had given him the key months ago, as off-handedly as if it had barely taken a thought, but every time Ryo held it he remembered the scene vividly as if it had happened moments ago.
He had asked him out for the evening and had quelled the sudden shout of joy when he had agreed cheerfully. Ryo had spent that night, shyly pleased with the fact that he had dressed up for him. It was a late dinner, and a walk that’s pace grew slower and slower as they found more things to talk about, before he had escorted him home. He had handed the key to him and allowed Ryo to open the door. And instead of moving further into the apartment, he paused in the doorway waiting.
Ryo accepted the unspoken invitation, and had followed him inside and locked the door behind them, turning to him with a questioning gaze but he just smiled and stepped closer, wrapping his long, slender fingers around Ryo’s and closing Ryo’s hand on the key.
“You keep it,” he’d said, smiling with his fingers still around Ryo’s hand, “I have another. So you can have this one.”
So the key ended up dangling from a chain that Ryo removed only when his job didn’t allow him to wear it. He had never asked if anyone else had been given a key like his, because he didn’t want to know if any of his friends had a key to his apartment. It would make the value of the key seem so much less and Ryo wanted it to be more, he liked how it made him feel.
Welcome. Special.
As if on one else had this unlimited access to something he adored so much. He never went anywhere without it, because the chances of him ending up in front of his apartment seemed to grow with each passing day. And while he was always there to greet him, he never wanted to be locked out.
Sliding the key into the lock, Ryo felt calm and relief flood through him. It was a feeling of homecoming, and he had been in Osaka for so long and was unable of knowing if his key still opened that door. The door opened easily, and Ryo stepped in opening his mouth to announce his presence but instantly froze at the sound of the other’s voice.
“Stop kissing me!” He had immediately identified the voice as the owner of the apartment, Ueda Tatsuya. It was filled with laughter and a little breathless. And Ryo stood still and silent, his mind forming so many different scenarios as to why he’d say something like that and the unfulfilled daydreams that Ryo had harbored for too long.
Shaking those thoughts away, Ryo told himself firmly that he should leave. If Tatsuya was not alone, than it really wasn’t his place to interrupt whatever was going on. If he walked in on Tatsuya and someone else, it would be awfully embarrassing for Tatsuya and equally painful for him, for just so many reasons. He didn’t want to see that - didn’t want to know.
But the key.
Ryo’s hand subconsciously closed around the warm metal in his hand and the feel of the jagged teeth against his palm, distracted him enough for his head to clear. It didn’t matter if there was someone else there. The key was his, it gave him the right to come and go as he pleased, by Tatsuya’s edict. He had a right to be here too!
Bracing his shoulders he walked into the living room, key still held firmly in his grip.
He needn’t have worried.
Tatsuya was laying out across the sofa, struggling to push his dog away as the canine lapped at his face in what was really sloppy dog kisses. He was wearing an old jersey bearing the name of a school on the front and a faded number six, that rose up when he moved to show a section of his midriff and denim shorts with his legs dangling over the edge of the sofa, one bare foot swinging up and down playfully.
“Stupid mutt.” Tatsuya hummed fondly as the dog licked his face again. It took Ryo a second to take in this sight, and he discovered that the reason behind the dog’s attack was that Tatsuya had sugar covering his face. Just like it was all over the floor next to the sofa, chocolate hearts and little bags of candy that Ryo was used to seeing on Valentine’s Day but not after it. He looked back up to the reclining, older male and watched him unwrap another chocolate before popping it into his mouth smiling happily.
Tatsuya still hadn’t noticed him, but Ryo didn’t mind this as he watched, until his peaceful view was interrupted by the dog jumping on him with his tail wagging and barking excitedly. Ryo was happy that Tatsuya looked at him now, as he was too proud to actually ask for the other male’s attention and there was always a way of getting it.
Tatsuya smiled and waved chocolate covered fingers at him in greeting. “Want some?”
Ryo glanced around at the bags of candies that huddled in a jumble next to whip cream canisters and boxes of bon-bons and Tatsuya’s dog playfully smacking around a small, plush rabbit clutching a satin heart in its paws. As Ryo’s attention went from Tatsuya to the dog, it picked the stuffed animal up and trotted over to him, happily showing off its toy.
“Where’d you get that thing?” Ryo asked, kneeling to ruffle the dog’s fur. The dog promptly dropped the rabbit on Tatsuya’s stomach and gave his master a sloppy kiss.
“He’s my Valentine.” Tatsuya chuckled, twisting and causing his shirt to ride up his ribs even more as he hugged the dog around the neck. “Strong, silent and a good kisser.”
The dog gave him another lick across the face and Ryo smirked.
“That’s sweet. But I hate to inform you that Valentine’s was weeks ago.” Tatsuya frowned and sat bolt upright on the sofa and pitched the toy at him. Ryo caught it before it hit the floor.
“You are so mean.” He complained.
“Mean! You’re the one throwing stuffed rabbits.” Tatsuya huffed at this and Ryo looked at the plush. “Where did you get this thing?”
The dog stared up at the plush in Ryo’s hands, occasionally patting his paw on the ground and hoping the Osakan would surrender his toy quickly.
Tatsuya sat up on the sofa properly and curled his legs under him, hugging a pillow to his chest. “At the convenience store. They marked all the Valentine’s stuff down to eighty percent off.”
He blushed and, for the first time since Ryo had entered the house, seemed shy. “It’s my day off today and I decided to give myself some valentines.”
Ryo’s gaze flickered to the floor covered with cut-price expressions of convenience store love and back up to Tatsuya, who stood up from the sofa decidedly, put the pillow aside, and brushed some of the chocolate wrappers away from him. And just like that the decadent princess was gone.
“Despite that, when did you get back from Osaka? I bet you’re hungry, aren’t you? I’ll fix something.” And he was gone, padding into the kitchen on slender, bare feet and the pain in Ryo’s hand informed him that he was still clutching tightly to the key but it didn’t feel as bad as the quilt that Ryo felt having interrupted one of the few moments when Tatsuya could openly be what he was without fear of appraisal.
The dog finally lost his patience and bounced up to clamp the stuffed toy in his mouth and tugged. Ryo relinquished the toy and watched the dog curl up on the rug with the toy stuffed under one paw and pat the toy with his nose several times.
Ryo almost laughed. It seems we both treasure the gifts that Tatsuya has given us, he thought curling his fingers back around the key.
*Break*
Ever since Ryo had started visiting him, Tatsuya made it clear that Ryo was to make his self comfortable in his apartment. And Ryo usually did so, with his shoes neatly placed next to Tatsuya’s and his jacket tossed over the back of a chair and feet propped up on the sofa. This never really satisfied the older male, as it still appeared that Ryo was holding himself back from fully taking advantage of Tatsuya’s hospitality but to Ryo this was relaxed enough when he was around the older male.
Just being with Tatsuya gave Ryo a complete sense of peace, despite what their friends said about them fighting. It didn’t happen anymore except when they were purposely trying to get on their colleagues nerves. It was peaceful to be around each other and comforting, like being around family on holidays.
He currently was reclining on the sofa with the remote control in his hands, idly flipping through the channels in the hope of finding something decent to watch. He paused on a dorama and watched five minutes of it before deciding he didn’t like the storyline and changed the channel to settle on an anime.
Behind him, the stuffed rabbit came over the edge of the sofa and appeared to look left, then right, then down at the dog, who watched with his tail thumping on the ground amusedly. The rabbit inched closer to the Osakan then turned as if to look at Ryo again.
Ryo’s hand shot out and grabbed the slender wrist that held the toy and pulled down with all his might. Tatsuya squealed in surprise as he was pulled over the sofa to land in an undignified pile of limbs across Ryo’s lap. Ryo’s quick movement had taken him by surprise and he was still stunned when Ryo yanked the toy from his hands and then feathered his fingers up the older male’s ribs.
His reaction was the one Ryo was looking for, as Tatsuya shrieked and tried to squirm away from the teasing fingers. But Ryo was quicker and managed to pinion him to the sofa so he couldn’t escape. Tatsuya fought valiantly to escape, his mad struggles causing the jersey to ride up his side exposing more skin for Ryo to tickle. The dog watched as he chewed on the toy. It was a game he had seen often played out between the two and he knew that eventually Ryo would win, like always. Ryo had a feeling that Tatsuya didn’t fight as hard as he could have, probably with the fear that he might actually hurt Ryo, which Ryo knew he was capable of. The older male had managed to pull one of the belt loops clean off Ryo’s jeans as he struggled.
On the surface it was just teasing but underneath the game was a dangerous intimacy that had surfaced between them over time. Ryo knew exactly where to tickle the older male, knew all his ticklish spots. Ryo also knew how to touch him, and where, to evoke the desired response. That response was currently laughter but sometimes, in the depth of night, Ryo wished that his touch could evoke a much different sound from the older male.
He reached around him to trail his fingers against Tatsuya's opposite side, causing the older male to roll closer to his own body in an effort to dodge the other’s fingers. This actually managed to push them both off the sofa and they hit the floor. The dog had fled out of the way when they fell and Ryo mentally winced as his shoulder and knee collided painfully with the floor.
“Ryo, stop!” Tatsuya voice was breathless with laughter. His hands were finally free and he reached around desperately for some kind of weapon, any weapon.
“Ah! Stop! Ahahahaha! Don’t, don’t, d - Ah!” The last syllable was accompanied by a shriek that Ryo thought only Akanishi Jin was capable of.
Tatsuya’s hand came in contact with something metal and he clasped his hands around it, bringing it between their bodies and fired. For the first time in his life, Tatsuya had managed to stall Nishikido Ryo. Ryo sat back in surprise, blinking heavily through the whipped cream that covered his eyelashes. It was matted in his hair and spread across his nose and mouth.
Tatsuya stared in shock at the younger male, waiting for him to lose his temper. He was rarely playful and Tatsuya was afraid he had ruined it by going to far. So he was taken by surprise when the younger male’s tongue darted out to lick away some of the cream before he smiled, shoulders shaking in silent laughter.
“You win.” He cleaned the cream from his eyes to look at Tatsuya, smiling brilliantly and proceeded to dab some of it on the older male’s nose. Tatsuya crossed his eyes to look at it and tried to lick the cream away, his tongue curling up futilely.
The dog decided he had had enough, all that lovely cream was going to waste. He padded over to the couple and ‘helped’ Ryo remove the cream from his face with a big, sloppy lick.
“Ewwww!”
*Break*
“I don’t understand how you can eat those things.” Ryo said, looking down at Tatsuya who was lying across his lap, head pillowed by the armrest and body stretched across Ryo’s legs. Resting on Tatsuya’s stomach was a small bag of candied hearts that he was popping into his mouth idly. Tatsuya looked up at him questioningly and Ryo turned his nose up at the heart he was reading the message from.
“They taste like chalk,” He sniffed, “Why people even continue to buy them is beyond me.”
“I bought them because they were 80 off,” Tatsuya stated matter-of-factly, before shoving a hand full into his mouth. “But most people buy them because of the messages.”
“Don’t talk with your mouth full.” Ryo scolded as he used his finger to push the candies around in the bag.
“I thought you didn’t want any.” Tatsuya stated. “Don’t touch them all if you don’t want any.”
“I don’t want them. I’m just looking for one that says 80 off.”
Tatsuya slapped his hand away playfully. “You are so mean!”
“I don’t see one that says that either.” Tatsuya rolled his eyes and fished in the bag for one to his liking.
“Here, this one’s for you.” He said revealing a small heart that read BE GOOD on it. Ryo smirked and plucked the heart from the older male’s hand to pop it in his mouth. Then his smile faded and he grimaced.
“Chalk.”
“Don’t eat them if you don’t want them. More for me.”
“Why don’t you eat some bon-bons instead?” Ryo reached over to take the bag from him but Tatsuya snatched it back and set up, until his back was planted against the armrest and his legs still curled over Ryo’s lap.
“What’s the matter? Why don’t you like these?”
Ryo rolled his eyes. “Because they taste like chalk. How many times do you want to hear that?”
“I think they’re adorable.” Tatsuya responded, moving his foot so he could tickle Ryo with his toes, but Ryo simply grabbed the offending foot and placed it back on the sofa.
“What’s so great about these?” Ryo questioned. “If anyone was to give you these, I’d beat them up.”
“You’d beat someone up for giving me candy?” Tatsuya said, eyes widening in playful surprise.
“For being to cowardly to tell you how they felt.” Ryo answered, feeling his mouth go dry. Tatsuya stared at him in silence and tilted his head to the side, before smiling ever so slightly and fishing about for a candy heart. Once he had found the one he was looking for he pulled it out and handed to Ryo.
YOU’RE SWEET in red letters on white background. Ryo took it from him. Palming the candy, his eyes were the only hint to his pleasure at the compliment. Reaching into the bag he handed the candy to the older male.
THANK YOU.
“Not saying things out loud doesn’t always make you cowardly.” Tatsuya said, pushing the candy offering between his lips. He chewed thoughtfully as spoke. “Some people just might be…shy.”
Ryo wondered briefly if Tatsuya knew how Ryo felt about him, as he stared at Ryo pointedly, but the thought was dispelled when Tatsuya lowered his head and shifted though the candies. He brightened upon finding one he liked and tilted it Ryo so he could see.
MY BABY, he offered the candy to his dog that happily lapped the small heart from Tatusya’s hand as Tatsuya purred. Ryo nearly jolted and jostled Tatsuya in his lap upon hearing the sound as he tried not to move. Tatsuya glanced at him and Ryo made a visible effort to smile.
“Too shy to talk to your valentine?"
“Don’t you ever feel that way?” Tatsuya furrowed his brow. “That you simply couldn’t say what you wanted to out loud?"
How ironic for him to ask me something like that, Ryo thought his eyes half closed as they watched each other. Tatsuya tossed a small heart to him lightly and Ryo stared at the letters engraved in red on a green background: I WONDER.
This was a game - and oh, he loved their games but this one was a lot more dangerous, with Tatsuya’s body across his lap and the older male’s bright mind swirling with questions that he was too shy to ask.
It was a challenge.
LET IT BE. Ryo pressed the candy into Tatsuya’s hand and the older male set back, disappointed that his beloved candy was working against him. Searching the candy, determinedly, he parried.
WHAT’S UP.
The bag of candies set in Tatsuya’s lap, his fingers curled around the plastic. Ryo’s fingers brushed against his each time he reached into the bag to make a selection as they took turns talking though the brightly colored question and answers in the bag. It was things they didn’t know if they were ready to say, or ready to hear.
Ryo shook his head, not really wanting to explain but Tatsuya wasn’t giving up that easily. TELL ME.
Ryo’s eyes desperately searched though the candies. Wasn’t there anything that said ‘we’ll talk later’ or something? The bag of candies hit his chest and Tatusya set back with a huff, crossing his arms. He generally wore his feelings on his sleeve when he wasn’t trying to hide from the rest of the world. And when he got irritated, Tatsuya started to throw things in annoyance.
He flicked one last candied heart at Ryo, it landed on the sofa cushions near Tatusya’s feet and Ryo fetched it so he could read the message. DARE YA.
Tatsuya was momentarily defeated and tried to pull away from the younger male but Ryo firmly held the other’s legs in place with one hand, as he searched though the candy with the other. He disliked it when Tatsuya got annoyed enough to pull away from him and it hurt when he drew away taking his comforting heat with him. Ryo was not going to let him go this time.
Ryo took Tatsuya’s hand once he had found what he was looking for, the older male didn’t resist nor did he assist this operation as Ryo pressed the heart into his hand. SMILE.
He didn’t obey; instead, he ate the candy with a pout.
Ryo tried again, tossing the candy lightly. BE HAPPY.
Tatsuya glared and tried to catch the heart before it fell, a panicked look on his face. Ryo couldn’t help chuckling and offered him another. CUTIE PIE.
Tatsuya stilled, his hazel eyes darkening, before searched the bag in retaliation. WHAT EVER.
CUTIE. Ryo reiterated and smirked when Tatsuya finally graced him with a small smile and relaxed back onto Ryo’s lap. Tatsuya’s fingers disappeared into the bag and came up with another heart.
SWEET TALK.
FOR YOU. Ryo responded. Tatsuya froze, his gaze going from the candy to Ryo and back again. Ryo fished for another and handed him the next heart so there’d be no mistake.
ONLY YOU. Ryo had been keeping all of his hearts in the palm of his hand, while Tatsuya had eaten all the ones he’d been given. But the next one Ryo placed in his palm, his fingers curled around and he held it tightly.
YOU & ME. A blush tainted Tatsuya’s cheeks and it was more flattering than any make-up he’d ever worn.
MAYBE. Tatsuya offered.
WHY NOT. Ryo pushed the heart across his palm.
Tatsuya’s eyes narrowed in steely determination as he displayed a heart on the tip of his finger. ASK ME.
Ryo was undeterred by this. If Tatsuya wanted him to make the first move, than Ryo owed him that much at least. He pressed one last heart into the older male’s hand.
KISS ME. Feeling the older male’s body relax across his lap was the sweetest apology as he leaned in close, one hand still possessively placed on Tatsuya’s knee as he claimed the other’s mouth. Tatsuya tasted sweet, like candy hearts and whipped cream and dark chocolate. And the older male’s hand was splayed across Ryo’s chest when they broke apart.
“What’s so funny?” Tatsuya asked staring up at Ryo in confusion.
“You taste like…chalk.” Ryo laughed. Tatsuya reached up to slap him across the shoulder.
“Ryo, you - !” But before he could think of a proper bad name to call him, Ryo had covered his mouth with his again, albeit much more passionately than before. Tatsuya made a soft sound as Ryo slid his arm around the older male’s waist and moved so that he was lying fully across Tatsuya’s body on the sofa.
“Shy people don’t kiss like that.” Tatsuya panted as they broke apart for a second time, Ryo’s fingers firmly planted on his hip.
“I’m not shy.” Ryo reassured him, sounding as breathless as the other. “I can say it. Kiss me. Be mine.”
Tatsuya pulled Ryo back down to him by lacing his fingers over the back of Ryo’s neck. “Yes, dear.”
Ryo laughed and kissed him again, thinking idly that they still had two and a half canisters of whipped cream somewhere.
The dog lapped up the candies from the forgotten bag. They tasted sweet enough for him.
Finished…
Edit: The messages on the hearts are actual messages that can be found on Necco's Conversation Hearts. It was really hard to actually write a conversation with them however, and I agree with Ryo...they taste like chalk but I still eat them.