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Here's the Akito/Yuki drabble that I promised darkeyedwolf <3 Warnings: it's a little bit smutty ^_~
Akito slid his way over to Yuki. His robes bunched around his feet but didn’t hinder him and one shoulder fell loose, exposing a wide swatch of pale skin. The contrast was startling next to the deep crimson he had chosen that day.
Yuki didn’t dare move. He had learned the game by now, remembered it from when he was a child and locked away in that dark room by himself. Akito had been his only visitor then and he had no intention of ever going back, but he didn’t know what would happen if he suddenly stood against the head of the Souma household. No one did, not really. Not when it counted. It was too risky to even attempt.
Akito moved close enough that he could run his hand through Yuki’s hair but maintained enough distance that their bodies didn’t brush. Not yet. He twined his hair through the silver locks and smiled, feeling the faint tremor that ran through the younger boy. It was so easy sometimes.
Yuki fought the urge to close his eyes. If he did it too early Akito would believe that he was using the lids as a veil to hide behind and he’d be right. His body shook with the effort to stay where he was and not bolt from the room. He’d never make it anyhow. Instead he watched Akito, met his eyes evenly although he knew it would appear as a challenge. Akito would find it entertaining as hell.
He did. Still smiling in a manner that was just this side of predatory, the rat was already trapped, no need to hunt it further, Akito circled around his prey and draped his arms around Yuki such that the sleeves of his trailing robes laid full against the other boy’s arms, two pools of red against a sea of blue. He tipped his head so that he could whisper easily in Yuki’s ear.
“Tell me you love me.”
Yuki closed his eyes then, breath escaping in a tiny sigh as Akito’s hands roamed lower than his arms, stroking lightly against his upper thighs. With them both kneeling it was easy. He would shift in just a moment and the game would truly begin.
“I love you.”
Akito grinned happily and pressed himself tightly against Yuki’s back, fingers playing with the top of the rat’s pants, dipping in and out of the soft cotton to tease the softer skin beneath.
“Tell me you want me,” he purred.
Yuki bit back a whimper when those slender hands flicked the snap open and took hold of him. He wouldn’t cry out, wouldn’t call for help. Couldn’t. He had lost again, but wasn’t surprised. Akito always won. Always. His teeth pressed into his bottom lip as the strokes began and he tasted the sweet tang of blood. When he could speak his voice was a rasp.
“I want you.”
Akito slid his way over to Yuki. His robes bunched around his feet but didn’t hinder him and one shoulder fell loose, exposing a wide swatch of pale skin. The contrast was startling next to the deep crimson he had chosen that day.
Yuki didn’t dare move. He had learned the game by now, remembered it from when he was a child and locked away in that dark room by himself. Akito had been his only visitor then and he had no intention of ever going back, but he didn’t know what would happen if he suddenly stood against the head of the Souma household. No one did, not really. Not when it counted. It was too risky to even attempt.
Akito moved close enough that he could run his hand through Yuki’s hair but maintained enough distance that their bodies didn’t brush. Not yet. He twined his hair through the silver locks and smiled, feeling the faint tremor that ran through the younger boy. It was so easy sometimes.
Yuki fought the urge to close his eyes. If he did it too early Akito would believe that he was using the lids as a veil to hide behind and he’d be right. His body shook with the effort to stay where he was and not bolt from the room. He’d never make it anyhow. Instead he watched Akito, met his eyes evenly although he knew it would appear as a challenge. Akito would find it entertaining as hell.
He did. Still smiling in a manner that was just this side of predatory, the rat was already trapped, no need to hunt it further, Akito circled around his prey and draped his arms around Yuki such that the sleeves of his trailing robes laid full against the other boy’s arms, two pools of red against a sea of blue. He tipped his head so that he could whisper easily in Yuki’s ear.
“Tell me you love me.”
Yuki closed his eyes then, breath escaping in a tiny sigh as Akito’s hands roamed lower than his arms, stroking lightly against his upper thighs. With them both kneeling it was easy. He would shift in just a moment and the game would truly begin.
“I love you.”
Akito grinned happily and pressed himself tightly against Yuki’s back, fingers playing with the top of the rat’s pants, dipping in and out of the soft cotton to tease the softer skin beneath.
“Tell me you want me,” he purred.
Yuki bit back a whimper when those slender hands flicked the snap open and took hold of him. He wouldn’t cry out, wouldn’t call for help. Couldn’t. He had lost again, but wasn’t surprised. Akito always won. Always. His teeth pressed into his bottom lip as the strokes began and he tasted the sweet tang of blood. When he could speak his voice was a rasp.
“I want you.”