evasive maneuver [fic attack] Lost Cause
YOU MAY HAVE WON THE FIRST ONE. BUT WE SHALL SEE.
Operation: Lost Cause
Formation: 33+80, which is effective. Y/N?
Tactic: Sexual Assault
I count to three and then breath out, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ into his hair. He seems unconcerned with that, too busy tracing the outline of one of my old scars, and I can’t help but make a noise of disapproval. It’s always like this afterwards, after he gets what he wants. “You’re ignoring it again, saying it.” I’ve forgotten by now how many times I’ve spoken those very words only to have nothing returned but a light murmur of ‘let’s get some sleep’. Only three little words, that’s all it takes, and yet not once has he ever said it to me. There’s the occasional ‘me too’, but it’s not the same.
“I’m not ignoring anything.” He rolls over and I sigh, resigned to watch his turned back and figure out what it is I can say to get him to see it’s not a sign of weakness to admit it. Because that’s what this is about, has to be. Ryohei has never been the type to openly admit to anything and yet we’re tangled up in this whirlwind relationship and don’t even understand half of what it means. We’re older, ten years older and wiser, but that doesn’t stop us from being foolish and making mistakes. I don’t, however, want this to end up as just a mistake. We’re past the experimenting stage. This has gone on long enough to mean something more to me if not him.
I thread a hand through his hair and slowly trail it down his sweat stained neck, following the spine further until it meets with the cover. I stop to momentarily admire his frame - the lithe build of a boxer - and it’s as I stare that the question slips out without any real thought. “Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
Not enough. I end up flicking him on the back of the head, grinning at the small ‘ow!’ “Say it then.”
“What?” He lazily looks over his shoulder and I notice his breath is still a bit uneven. Leaning down, I press a quick kiss to his lips and then switch to his neck for a quick, playful bite. As if to say I wouldn’t mind another round if he’s not finished. To be honest, I just want to work him up a little. It’s fun, especially when he’s like this. Refusing to do what he knows needs doing in that stubborn way of his. “Mm, tired, Takeshi. Let’s get some sleep.”
I can be just as stubborn, though. “Not until you say it. Or at least tell me to get out.”
“Then get out to the extreme,” he mumbles, facing away from me again and burying his face in a pillow. I quirk an eyebrow upwards and do just that, slipping on a pair of discarded pants in the process - if he wants me to leave, that’s fine with me. I can’t expect to always win or be right, but this one time I had hoped the outcome would have been different. “Where are you going?”
“Out,” I reply blithely, shrugging even if he isn’t looking at me to see it. “You told me to.” My hand hovers over the doorknob for a matter of moments before I twist it open and step over the threshold. “I’m going for a walk.” Shirtless and barefoot, but it wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.
Operation: Lost Cause
Formation: 33+80, which is effective. Y/N?
Tactic: Sexual Assault
I count to three and then breath out, whispering a soft ‘I love you’ into his hair. He seems unconcerned with that, too busy tracing the outline of one of my old scars, and I can’t help but make a noise of disapproval. It’s always like this afterwards, after he gets what he wants. “You’re ignoring it again, saying it.” I’ve forgotten by now how many times I’ve spoken those very words only to have nothing returned but a light murmur of ‘let’s get some sleep’. Only three little words, that’s all it takes, and yet not once has he ever said it to me. There’s the occasional ‘me too’, but it’s not the same.
“I’m not ignoring anything.” He rolls over and I sigh, resigned to watch his turned back and figure out what it is I can say to get him to see it’s not a sign of weakness to admit it. Because that’s what this is about, has to be. Ryohei has never been the type to openly admit to anything and yet we’re tangled up in this whirlwind relationship and don’t even understand half of what it means. We’re older, ten years older and wiser, but that doesn’t stop us from being foolish and making mistakes. I don’t, however, want this to end up as just a mistake. We’re past the experimenting stage. This has gone on long enough to mean something more to me if not him.
I thread a hand through his hair and slowly trail it down his sweat stained neck, following the spine further until it meets with the cover. I stop to momentarily admire his frame - the lithe build of a boxer - and it’s as I stare that the question slips out without any real thought. “Do you love me?”
“Of course I do.”
Not enough. I end up flicking him on the back of the head, grinning at the small ‘ow!’ “Say it then.”
“What?” He lazily looks over his shoulder and I notice his breath is still a bit uneven. Leaning down, I press a quick kiss to his lips and then switch to his neck for a quick, playful bite. As if to say I wouldn’t mind another round if he’s not finished. To be honest, I just want to work him up a little. It’s fun, especially when he’s like this. Refusing to do what he knows needs doing in that stubborn way of his. “Mm, tired, Takeshi. Let’s get some sleep.”
I can be just as stubborn, though. “Not until you say it. Or at least tell me to get out.”
“Then get out to the extreme,” he mumbles, facing away from me again and burying his face in a pillow. I quirk an eyebrow upwards and do just that, slipping on a pair of discarded pants in the process - if he wants me to leave, that’s fine with me. I can’t expect to always win or be right, but this one time I had hoped the outcome would have been different. “Where are you going?”
“Out,” I reply blithely, shrugging even if he isn’t looking at me to see it. “You told me to.” My hand hovers over the doorknob for a matter of moments before I twist it open and step over the threshold. “I’m going for a walk.” Shirtless and barefoot, but it wouldn’t be the first time, nor the last.