[Drabble] With no solution
With no solution
Kisumai - Fujigaya/Yokoo, Fujigaya/Tamamori
250 words, PG-13, AU
... Something like Tamamori is an alien and Fujigaya's a human who sleeps with him for... ritualistic and societal purposes? And Yokoo doesn't like that.
[Notes!] I think I wrote this for miquilis on twitter because of some S!H!H! screencap? Idek. Yay, wip down. 8X
Yokoo watched. He could never do anything else, because it was not his place. They always came, sweeping in with their cloaks and hoods, and they always came for Fujigaya.
So Yokoo would watch, jaw tight as one of them ghosted over to his friend, as Fujigaya leaned closer to them, the motion uncomfortably intimate, almost tender.
The protective jealousy burned through Yokoo, hot and unpredictable. But Fujigaya caught his eye and gave a small shake of his head. And so he kept still, watching as Fujigaya was drawn away by the one that had approached him, the one called Tamamori.
Yokoo felt that jealousy cool into hatred as they left.
The hatred was still there when Fujigaya returned. He looked ruined, he smelled wrong, and Yokoo couldn't stand it.
Fujigaya stopped in front of him, reaching out as if to touch him, but he didn’t. Nobody was allowed to touch Fujigaya while they hosted these special guests. Even if Fujigaya initiated the contact, Yokoo would be the one punished.
“Wataru,” said Fujigaya entreatingly.
Yokoo turned away, not wanting to brush Fujigaya off or push him away, but not knowing how to contain the darkness he felt within. He wanted to take Fujigaya, to destroy him in such a way that they couldn’t, that Tamamori couldn’t, for no other reason than for the anger that gripped his heart.
He knew he could never do that. Not because of the traditions or their ways, because those could burn in hellfire for all he cared, but because he knew he could never force that from Fujigaya.
“I know, Taisuke,” he said finally. “I know.”
~
It was something they needed, something Tamamori needed very much. He was drawn to him, with his pretty eyes and soft lips. Yes, Tamamori needed him.
Fujigaya's lips curled into a small smile and Tamamori drew closer, fighting the urge to kiss him. He had to wait, but he didn't want to.
Tamamori saw Fujigaya look away, saw him meet the eyes of the man standing in the corner. He frowned, pressing closer as a warning. Mine.
But Fujigaya slid a hand up his arm, apologetic and enticing at the same time, and Tamamori felt himself melt at the touch. He was done waiting. They withdrew from the room and Tamamori crashed his lips against Fujigaya's, harsh and demanding.
He kissed Fujigaya till the man was breathless, and then kissed him till he was moaning and desperate, letting desire devour them both. That man, whoever he was, could never have Fujigaya the way Tamamori could. That thought alone sent a shiver of pleasure down Tamamori’s spine as he leaned over Fujigaya.
Mine.
When they were finished, when the passion had cooled and left him cold, Tamamori felt Fujigaya carefully slip away. But even that made Tamamori smile, because he knew that even if Fujigaya left, he would return.
~
Fujigaya knew that Yokoo despised what happened and he knew that Tamamori was intent on it staying that way. It left Fujigaya trapped between desire and possessiveness, between Tamamori and Yokoo, and duty and friendship.
Caught between fire and fire, there was nothing Fujigaya could do but burn.
Kisumai - Fujigaya/Yokoo, Fujigaya/Tamamori
250 words, PG-13, AU
... Something like Tamamori is an alien and Fujigaya's a human who sleeps with him for... ritualistic and societal purposes? And Yokoo doesn't like that.
[Notes!] I think I wrote this for miquilis on twitter because of some S!H!H! screencap? Idek. Yay, wip down. 8X
Yokoo watched. He could never do anything else, because it was not his place. They always came, sweeping in with their cloaks and hoods, and they always came for Fujigaya.
So Yokoo would watch, jaw tight as one of them ghosted over to his friend, as Fujigaya leaned closer to them, the motion uncomfortably intimate, almost tender.
The protective jealousy burned through Yokoo, hot and unpredictable. But Fujigaya caught his eye and gave a small shake of his head. And so he kept still, watching as Fujigaya was drawn away by the one that had approached him, the one called Tamamori.
Yokoo felt that jealousy cool into hatred as they left.
The hatred was still there when Fujigaya returned. He looked ruined, he smelled wrong, and Yokoo couldn't stand it.
Fujigaya stopped in front of him, reaching out as if to touch him, but he didn’t. Nobody was allowed to touch Fujigaya while they hosted these special guests. Even if Fujigaya initiated the contact, Yokoo would be the one punished.
“Wataru,” said Fujigaya entreatingly.
Yokoo turned away, not wanting to brush Fujigaya off or push him away, but not knowing how to contain the darkness he felt within. He wanted to take Fujigaya, to destroy him in such a way that they couldn’t, that Tamamori couldn’t, for no other reason than for the anger that gripped his heart.
He knew he could never do that. Not because of the traditions or their ways, because those could burn in hellfire for all he cared, but because he knew he could never force that from Fujigaya.
“I know, Taisuke,” he said finally. “I know.”
~
It was something they needed, something Tamamori needed very much. He was drawn to him, with his pretty eyes and soft lips. Yes, Tamamori needed him.
Fujigaya's lips curled into a small smile and Tamamori drew closer, fighting the urge to kiss him. He had to wait, but he didn't want to.
Tamamori saw Fujigaya look away, saw him meet the eyes of the man standing in the corner. He frowned, pressing closer as a warning. Mine.
But Fujigaya slid a hand up his arm, apologetic and enticing at the same time, and Tamamori felt himself melt at the touch. He was done waiting. They withdrew from the room and Tamamori crashed his lips against Fujigaya's, harsh and demanding.
He kissed Fujigaya till the man was breathless, and then kissed him till he was moaning and desperate, letting desire devour them both. That man, whoever he was, could never have Fujigaya the way Tamamori could. That thought alone sent a shiver of pleasure down Tamamori’s spine as he leaned over Fujigaya.
Mine.
When they were finished, when the passion had cooled and left him cold, Tamamori felt Fujigaya carefully slip away. But even that made Tamamori smile, because he knew that even if Fujigaya left, he would return.
~
Fujigaya knew that Yokoo despised what happened and he knew that Tamamori was intent on it staying that way. It left Fujigaya trapped between desire and possessiveness, between Tamamori and Yokoo, and duty and friendship.
Caught between fire and fire, there was nothing Fujigaya could do but burn.