[Hakuouki] A gentleman's reward [1/2]
"Now that that is over, let's enjoy a drink, shall we?", Kondou-san chuckled, glad that the strict and heated debate was over and the only two left were him and Itou-sensei.
The other one blinked in pleased surprise, a small smile soon gracing his lips.
"I'd love to.", he replied in his usual, soothing voice that was nice to listen too.
To the older samurai, it sounded a bit like the melody sung by a rare bird.
Carefully he pured the other a cup, before allowing the other to return the gesture.
"Oh! This one is especially pleasant.", the more feminine male commented enjoying the cup in small sips.
They kept drinking and exchanging words, lightly chatting about all and nothing, even trying to make up poems on the spot and stuff like that.
It was nearing midnight when Itou finally held a hand up. "No more... I'm afraid I can't handle one more drop."
His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes slightly glazed.
Kondou-san blinked, before glancing in the bottle. "Are you sure? It's only a little bit more... It would be a shame to waste it." Not that they hadn't emptied several bottles already.
The other seemed to contemplate this, before nodding. "Alright. But just this one more."
As promised, they both had another cup together, then Kondou set the empty flask aside.
"Well then... guess it's time to hit the bed... I thank you for spending this pleasant evening with me."
"Oh, the pleasure was all mine.", the other replied, both of them raising.
Just when they headed for the door together, Kondou one step ahead to open the door for the other, this one swayed and staggered slightly.
Out of reflex the broader male managed to catch the other, who had to lean and hold onto his shoulder for a bit. "Ah... I'm sorry... it seems I overestimated my tolerance a little..."
As Itou-sensei rose his head to look up, the brown haired man found himself swallowing.
The swordsmaster probably didn't even know how sensual he looked right then and there, did he?
"... Ah... No... It is I who should apologize... You said that you had enough, but I still urged you to take some more..."
"It is fine. And wouldn't it be my fault for knowing my limits, yet still act against them despite knowing better?", the purple clad one chuckled softly, before carefully straightening himself.
"You do seem a lot more steady than I do thought... Mind accompanying me to my room? I'm ashamed to admit it, but ... I'm afraid I might not make it back without help."
"Of course!"
Kondou-san actually sounded too eager, even to his own ears, causing him to blush lightly at the weird glance the other gave him and scratch the back of his head ackwardly. "I mean..."
Itou-sensei shook his head softly. "No, it's fine. I think I understand."
Still feeling ackward, the leader of the shinsengumi simply slid open the door and accompanied the other outside.
The cool night air made both of them shiver for a moment, then they went on, towards the quarters of the elegant male.
Itou-sensei stumbled a couple of more times, each of which times the other was ready to catch and support him.
Finally they arrived and Itou-sensei lightly bowed. "Thanks for accompanying me."
"Ah... no problem. Not at all.", the other smiled warmly.
Just as the male was about to leave, the drunken male's foot suddenly got caught and he felt forward, into his room. "Itou-sensei!", Kondou called out managing to grab the other by the belt, but the sudden move plus the other's weight - little as it might be - caught him off-guard and caused him to loose balance a well.
Thinking only of keeping the other from harm at this moment, he somehow managed to pull him in his arms and twist his body.
A moment later all air seemed to be slammed from his lungs and he felt like he couldn't breath.
Coughs made his chest shudder, then he dragged in a shuddering breath.
Something moved on top of him.
Itou-sensei appared in his view.
Absently he became aware that he still held the other around the waist and slowly removed them, trying to do so without raising any kind of suspicion.
"Are you alright?", he asked when the other simply kept looking at him strangely, as if seeing the most fascinating being he'd ever seen.
"Itou-sensei?", Kondou asked again, confused at the other's silence.
He was about to address the other again, when two soft hands placed themselves on his cheeks.
Before the male could state his befuddlement about the situation, lips suddenly covered his and he noticed that the other had damn long lashes.
The second thing he noticed was the warm tingly sensation in his chest.
"... Don't you like it?"
"H-Huh?"
His cheeks grew hot when he realized the other had pulled back and was looking him in a strange, sad way.
"The kiss... you didn't like it?"
"T-That's n-not it!", he fumbled with words, not knowing what to say at first in embarrassement, then looking to the side for a moment, collecting his thoughts and looking back up. Gently he placed one hand on Itou's cheek. "You are a great man, Itou-sensei. But you are also very drunk. I'd never take advantage of you in a state such as this. Please go to bed now."
The other watched him for a moment with mixed emotions, than rose without a word and headed for the rolled out futon.
"If... you still feel the same when sobber... you are welcome to kiss me again."
With those words, Kondou-san quickly shut the door behind himself and headed for his own quarters.
His face was extremly red.
He'd tried to be cool in the end, but ended up saying soemthing really super embarrassing, didn't he?
Once in his room, he felt face-first in his pillow.
Gah.
So embarrassing.
Hopefully Itou-sensei was so drunk he wouldn't remember today's conversation.
With a heavy sigh he rolled over and flopped onto his back, arms spread out to his sides as he starred up at the ceiling.
After a moment he brough one hand up to his lips, absently tracing them with a finger, while feeling his cheeks heating up again.
Either way. Itou-san surely knew how to give a lasting impression. He could still feel those silky lips pressing against his own...
The other one blinked in pleased surprise, a small smile soon gracing his lips.
"I'd love to.", he replied in his usual, soothing voice that was nice to listen too.
To the older samurai, it sounded a bit like the melody sung by a rare bird.
Carefully he pured the other a cup, before allowing the other to return the gesture.
"Oh! This one is especially pleasant.", the more feminine male commented enjoying the cup in small sips.
They kept drinking and exchanging words, lightly chatting about all and nothing, even trying to make up poems on the spot and stuff like that.
It was nearing midnight when Itou finally held a hand up. "No more... I'm afraid I can't handle one more drop."
His cheeks were slightly flushed and his eyes slightly glazed.
Kondou-san blinked, before glancing in the bottle. "Are you sure? It's only a little bit more... It would be a shame to waste it." Not that they hadn't emptied several bottles already.
The other seemed to contemplate this, before nodding. "Alright. But just this one more."
As promised, they both had another cup together, then Kondou set the empty flask aside.
"Well then... guess it's time to hit the bed... I thank you for spending this pleasant evening with me."
"Oh, the pleasure was all mine.", the other replied, both of them raising.
Just when they headed for the door together, Kondou one step ahead to open the door for the other, this one swayed and staggered slightly.
Out of reflex the broader male managed to catch the other, who had to lean and hold onto his shoulder for a bit. "Ah... I'm sorry... it seems I overestimated my tolerance a little..."
As Itou-sensei rose his head to look up, the brown haired man found himself swallowing.
The swordsmaster probably didn't even know how sensual he looked right then and there, did he?
"... Ah... No... It is I who should apologize... You said that you had enough, but I still urged you to take some more..."
"It is fine. And wouldn't it be my fault for knowing my limits, yet still act against them despite knowing better?", the purple clad one chuckled softly, before carefully straightening himself.
"You do seem a lot more steady than I do thought... Mind accompanying me to my room? I'm ashamed to admit it, but ... I'm afraid I might not make it back without help."
"Of course!"
Kondou-san actually sounded too eager, even to his own ears, causing him to blush lightly at the weird glance the other gave him and scratch the back of his head ackwardly. "I mean..."
Itou-sensei shook his head softly. "No, it's fine. I think I understand."
Still feeling ackward, the leader of the shinsengumi simply slid open the door and accompanied the other outside.
The cool night air made both of them shiver for a moment, then they went on, towards the quarters of the elegant male.
Itou-sensei stumbled a couple of more times, each of which times the other was ready to catch and support him.
Finally they arrived and Itou-sensei lightly bowed. "Thanks for accompanying me."
"Ah... no problem. Not at all.", the other smiled warmly.
Just as the male was about to leave, the drunken male's foot suddenly got caught and he felt forward, into his room. "Itou-sensei!", Kondou called out managing to grab the other by the belt, but the sudden move plus the other's weight - little as it might be - caught him off-guard and caused him to loose balance a well.
Thinking only of keeping the other from harm at this moment, he somehow managed to pull him in his arms and twist his body.
A moment later all air seemed to be slammed from his lungs and he felt like he couldn't breath.
Coughs made his chest shudder, then he dragged in a shuddering breath.
Something moved on top of him.
Itou-sensei appared in his view.
Absently he became aware that he still held the other around the waist and slowly removed them, trying to do so without raising any kind of suspicion.
"Are you alright?", he asked when the other simply kept looking at him strangely, as if seeing the most fascinating being he'd ever seen.
"Itou-sensei?", Kondou asked again, confused at the other's silence.
He was about to address the other again, when two soft hands placed themselves on his cheeks.
Before the male could state his befuddlement about the situation, lips suddenly covered his and he noticed that the other had damn long lashes.
The second thing he noticed was the warm tingly sensation in his chest.
"... Don't you like it?"
"H-Huh?"
His cheeks grew hot when he realized the other had pulled back and was looking him in a strange, sad way.
"The kiss... you didn't like it?"
"T-That's n-not it!", he fumbled with words, not knowing what to say at first in embarrassement, then looking to the side for a moment, collecting his thoughts and looking back up. Gently he placed one hand on Itou's cheek. "You are a great man, Itou-sensei. But you are also very drunk. I'd never take advantage of you in a state such as this. Please go to bed now."
The other watched him for a moment with mixed emotions, than rose without a word and headed for the rolled out futon.
"If... you still feel the same when sobber... you are welcome to kiss me again."
With those words, Kondou-san quickly shut the door behind himself and headed for his own quarters.
His face was extremly red.
He'd tried to be cool in the end, but ended up saying soemthing really super embarrassing, didn't he?
Once in his room, he felt face-first in his pillow.
Gah.
So embarrassing.
Hopefully Itou-sensei was so drunk he wouldn't remember today's conversation.
With a heavy sigh he rolled over and flopped onto his back, arms spread out to his sides as he starred up at the ceiling.
After a moment he brough one hand up to his lips, absently tracing them with a finger, while feeling his cheeks heating up again.
Either way. Itou-san surely knew how to give a lasting impression. He could still feel those silky lips pressing against his own...