RO-MA-N-SU FICTION ENTRY 12
Summary: Meetings can come at any time, any place. [AU]
Rating: R
Of all the choices
They meet nine years past the millennium. The after party ebbs on, and second by second another glass of red wine slips away somewhere in the room.
The bride embodies innocence where the groom hides something corrupt beneath a ten-degree smirk. She hitches up her dress for comfort and he tickles her around the stomach, kissing her neck softly. She giggles and he grins back-she never sees beyond it-all while they dance.
"You related?" Ninomiya asks as he sips again at his drink.
The man glances up through dark brown locks. "We were classmates in high school, but I wouldn't have expected an invitation."
"I was surprised too, to be honest," Ninomiya agrees with a roll of his shoulders. "What's your name?"
"Sakurai."
"She doesn't see it, does she. Just look at him." Ninomiya motions at the bride locked in an embrace with the groom. Her cheeks are stained a peachy pink.
Sakurai frowns. "I don't-" He stops. The alcohol slithers down his throat and his head lightens a touch.
Ninomiya flicks back around. "Sakurai, right?"
"So you did hear," he laughs, albeit a little weakly.
The track flowing through the speakers trips into the next and Ninomiya ignores the comment. "Let's dance," he tells Sakurai.
"But y-you're a guy," Sakurai stutters.
"Wow, profound," he gibes. "Now get up."
Ninomiya offers his arm. Somehow Sakurai suddenly finds it more unnerving that now standing, his height overshadows Ninomiya's, and with that thought on his mind he is tugged along to the floor. Ninomiya's movements are fluid against Sakurai's robotic limbs.
"I've been drinking," Ninomiya says.
Sakurai doesn't get it.
"Everyone's been drinking."
Still.
"So ease up. No one's watching."
It's the lie of the century, and Sakurai knows it is, but he takes it for the truth and plays along, hands set comfortably on Ninomiya's slim waist. And then it just slips out: "You feel like a girl."
Ninomiya looks up, perplexed. "Thanks," he scoffs, "And you feel like a guy." He pulls himself closer to Sakurai.
"But you don't have breasts."
"Funny that," Ninomiya rolls his eyes. "Out of here." He takes Sakurai's hand and drags him from the building, hailing a cab. "You didn't bring a car, right?"
Sakurai shakes his head and slides into the seat after Ninomiya. "Where are we going?"
"I don't know." Ninomiya then turns to the driver, "Sorry."
"What are you-"
Ninomiya gives Sakurai a slight shove. "I've changed my mind. Out, out."
Sakurai shuffles back out again and shivers involuntarily. Ninomiya slips a hand into his and leads him down the street. The night falls on top of them, and the sun hides away, taking all warmth with it. They stumble upon a park and Ninomiya takes refuge beneath a small wooden roof.
"Come here," Ninomiya hums, and pulls Sakurai onto the bench beside him, placing a chaste kiss against cold lips.
Sakurai's eyes blink exaggeratedly.
"I'm kind of still drunk," Ninomiya tells him with a lazy smile across his cheeks. "Or something." He kisses him again.
"People will see."
"There's no one here," Ninomiya counters.
Sakurai looks across the way at a young girl whose fries have landed ungracefully on her father's shoe. "Liar." Fingers hook around his tie and pull it away, and in that instant, Sakurai gives up.
Ninomiya runs his tongue across Sakurai's mouth, and unbuckles the belt under his fingers. "Is your suit expensive?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" The cold in his body slowly melts away as Ninomiya adjusts his position and straddles Sakurai.
"Nothing."
Sakurai bites down on Ninomiya's lip when a hand wraps around his cock. He almost laughs. An hour ago he would never have expected to be here now. He forces his tongue past Ninomiya's lips eagerly as the muscles in his legs and stomach tense uncontrollably.
Ninomiya's neck is peculiarly warm when Sakurai traps it between his hands.
"I don't even know you," Sakurai mumbles, bewildered.
"But I know you."
Sakurai looks curious, then his breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second. "You do?" he asks blindly.
"Well," Ninomiya laughs, "I know you have the hots for me."
Sakurai stammers something incoherent and comes into Ninomiya's hand, letting his head fall to the shoulder in front of him. "That little girl will probably be scarred for life," he breathes.
Ninomiya smiles. "Probably. At least it's dark."
Rating: R
Of all the choices
They meet nine years past the millennium. The after party ebbs on, and second by second another glass of red wine slips away somewhere in the room.
The bride embodies innocence where the groom hides something corrupt beneath a ten-degree smirk. She hitches up her dress for comfort and he tickles her around the stomach, kissing her neck softly. She giggles and he grins back-she never sees beyond it-all while they dance.
"You related?" Ninomiya asks as he sips again at his drink.
The man glances up through dark brown locks. "We were classmates in high school, but I wouldn't have expected an invitation."
"I was surprised too, to be honest," Ninomiya agrees with a roll of his shoulders. "What's your name?"
"Sakurai."
"She doesn't see it, does she. Just look at him." Ninomiya motions at the bride locked in an embrace with the groom. Her cheeks are stained a peachy pink.
Sakurai frowns. "I don't-" He stops. The alcohol slithers down his throat and his head lightens a touch.
Ninomiya flicks back around. "Sakurai, right?"
"So you did hear," he laughs, albeit a little weakly.
The track flowing through the speakers trips into the next and Ninomiya ignores the comment. "Let's dance," he tells Sakurai.
"But y-you're a guy," Sakurai stutters.
"Wow, profound," he gibes. "Now get up."
Ninomiya offers his arm. Somehow Sakurai suddenly finds it more unnerving that now standing, his height overshadows Ninomiya's, and with that thought on his mind he is tugged along to the floor. Ninomiya's movements are fluid against Sakurai's robotic limbs.
"I've been drinking," Ninomiya says.
Sakurai doesn't get it.
"Everyone's been drinking."
Still.
"So ease up. No one's watching."
It's the lie of the century, and Sakurai knows it is, but he takes it for the truth and plays along, hands set comfortably on Ninomiya's slim waist. And then it just slips out: "You feel like a girl."
Ninomiya looks up, perplexed. "Thanks," he scoffs, "And you feel like a guy." He pulls himself closer to Sakurai.
"But you don't have breasts."
"Funny that," Ninomiya rolls his eyes. "Out of here." He takes Sakurai's hand and drags him from the building, hailing a cab. "You didn't bring a car, right?"
Sakurai shakes his head and slides into the seat after Ninomiya. "Where are we going?"
"I don't know." Ninomiya then turns to the driver, "Sorry."
"What are you-"
Ninomiya gives Sakurai a slight shove. "I've changed my mind. Out, out."
Sakurai shuffles back out again and shivers involuntarily. Ninomiya slips a hand into his and leads him down the street. The night falls on top of them, and the sun hides away, taking all warmth with it. They stumble upon a park and Ninomiya takes refuge beneath a small wooden roof.
"Come here," Ninomiya hums, and pulls Sakurai onto the bench beside him, placing a chaste kiss against cold lips.
Sakurai's eyes blink exaggeratedly.
"I'm kind of still drunk," Ninomiya tells him with a lazy smile across his cheeks. "Or something." He kisses him again.
"People will see."
"There's no one here," Ninomiya counters.
Sakurai looks across the way at a young girl whose fries have landed ungracefully on her father's shoe. "Liar." Fingers hook around his tie and pull it away, and in that instant, Sakurai gives up.
Ninomiya runs his tongue across Sakurai's mouth, and unbuckles the belt under his fingers. "Is your suit expensive?"
"What's that supposed to mean?" The cold in his body slowly melts away as Ninomiya adjusts his position and straddles Sakurai.
"Nothing."
Sakurai bites down on Ninomiya's lip when a hand wraps around his cock. He almost laughs. An hour ago he would never have expected to be here now. He forces his tongue past Ninomiya's lips eagerly as the muscles in his legs and stomach tense uncontrollably.
Ninomiya's neck is peculiarly warm when Sakurai traps it between his hands.
"I don't even know you," Sakurai mumbles, bewildered.
"But I know you."
Sakurai looks curious, then his breath hitches and he squeezes his eyes shut for a second. "You do?" he asks blindly.
"Well," Ninomiya laughs, "I know you have the hots for me."
Sakurai stammers something incoherent and comes into Ninomiya's hand, letting his head fall to the shoulder in front of him. "That little girl will probably be scarred for life," he breathes.
Ninomiya smiles. "Probably. At least it's dark."