Of Sleeping and Vulnerability
Fuji watched Ryoma, eyes completely open. The younger boy was asleep, and exhibited a cuteness that no one else ever saw.
He exhibited vulnerability…a look that made his photography-minded self scream for a camera.
Fuji resisted this impulse. He was possessive, he freely admitted, and to take a picture meant he would have to share this rarely seen glimpse of Ryoma, and he refused to do that.
Ryoma stirred; he always seemed to know when Fuji was truly looking at him, no matter if he was awake or asleep. There were many instances when the moment he had opened his eyes in a match Ryoma had looked over his way. That was another thing. Ryoma could always find him in a crowd, despite the fact that Fuji wasn't extremely tall.
Fuji smoothed back his bangs carefully, planting a light kiss on the middle of his forehead. Ryoma blinked heavily, golden-green eyes hazy with the fog of sleep.
He didn't seem to be at all surprised to find Fuji bending over him, a serious look on his normally-smiling face. Then again, it was hard to faze the young prodigy. "Syuusuke…" he murmured.
"Shh…" Fuji whispered, not pausing in his stroking of Ryoma's soft locks.
Ryoma raised a thin, long-fingered hand to Fuji's cheekbone. It was a rare show of affection for Ryoma, who, except during sex, rarely touched Fuji in a gesture of comfort. He seemed to guess that Fuji somehow needed comfort this cold December night. He moved his hand to the corner of Fuji's mouth, where it hesitated. Fuji paused in the petting of Ryoma's softly gleaming strands, and moved his head so Ryoma's fingers ended up in his mouth.
Ryoma looked slightly surprised as Fuji gently sucked on them. He almost wanted to pull away, but couldn't bring himself to do it. "Syuusuke…please."
Fuji lowered his head to the pillow, relinquishing Ryoma's fingers. He wrapped his arms around the smaller boy, allowing Ryoma to share his pillow, something that made Ryoma feel secure and safe in the tensai's embrace.
The young prodigy sighed in contentment and rested his head on the joint hold of Fuji's chest and their pillow. Fuji lowered his head down upon Ryoma's, feeling all his troubles from that day evaporate, finally allowing him to sleep.
A soft ray of moonlight found the boys, as if God above was guarding them from whoever might attempt to hurt them that silent night.
Fuji drifted off into dreams, hearing Ryoma's contentment. In unison, both boys murmured, "I love you."