AN: Originally written for the drrr kink meme!
Original prompt: anyone(male)xmikado - mikado dressed as red riding hood (although still male)...
it can be the fairy tale or just cosplay (for whatever reason). bonus: if there is smut somewhere(although it's not necessary)
Enjoy!
It had become a sort of routine over the years, bringing food to his uncle every month. Mikado generally wasn't the type to trek through deep underbrush for hours to his uncle Orihara-san's place hidden deep within the forest; he was much more suited for simple scholar work in the town. But his mother had pleaded with him all those years ago to pretty, pretty please bring a basket of food to Orihara-san lest he fall down dead from lack of nutrition.
Thus, a reluctant Mikado took the job upon himself.
It wasn't that he disliked his uncle. Orihara-san always maintained a certain level of respect for the boy that Mikado found hard-earned amongst others (likely due to his moe ways, though this was never pointed out to him aloud). Orihara-san even drank tea with him during his visits. There was nothing wrong with that.
Except that he was a little bit crazy. Sometimes Mikado would knock on the door, only to smell smoke and burst in to see his uncle laughing hysterically over a flaming shogi board. Even worse, sometimes he caught Orihara-san talking to something in a tank that was always conveniently blocked from Mikado's sight via arm or pillow.
Either way, it was Mikado's responsibility, and he wasn't about to go back on a promise, especially if it meant the loss of his parents' trust. Despite how most kids in town acted, he still believed his parents to be some of the greatest in the world, even if he'd never seen his mother's face and his father liked to bother him to help with dissections.
"I'm leaving now," Mikado told his mother as he looped his arm into the basket handle on the kitchen table. It was heavy with goods paid for by his mother's successful horseback courier job and his father's medical expertise.
"Don't forget to wear your hood!" Celty scribbled quickly on a notebook of parchment she used to communicate. Mikado used to wonder why she was so strange, but his father only ever gave him half-answers involving bandits and damaged vocal chords. He eventually learned not to ask.
"But mum!" Mikado blushed, then mumbled the last part, "…It makes me look like a girl."
"You have very fair skin, it must be protected. And I made that hood for you! Do you not like it?" Celty's scribbles got faster and faster in anxiety. "Did something happen to make you not like it? Did aliens brainwash you? Tell me, Mikado!"
"Mum, calm down!" Mikado halted her hand on the quill, then sighed in defeat. "It's alright. I'll wear it."
He got the sense that his mother was smiling, and he smiled softly back before picking up the red travelling cloak that he despised so much from the closet and tying it on expertly with one hand. It was light from years of wear and was threadbare in some places. The red had faded to a paler shade with so many washes, and its almost-pink colour didn't help Mikado's gender problems.
"Be safe, Mikado! Don't stray from the path!" Celty held the parchment above her head for Mikado to see as he nodded and swept out the door.
Mikado was running a little late today, as the sundial in town square told him. It was already late afternoon, and Mikado hastened his pace towards the town's outskirts in an anxious attempt to reach Orihara-san's house before sundown. At worst he would have to stay overnight – but even the thought had the blue-eyed teenager shuddering.
The sun was bright today; Mikado pulled up his hood just as he entered the sparse protection of the forest trees. This was about as far as women and children ventured into the forest, picking simple berries or flowers. A mile or so inwards was as far as most men would traverse, cutting wood or hunting small animals. No one dared go as far as Mikado did, save the few who lived within.
There were tales brought back from some of the braver hunters of a wolf, monstrous in size, practically made of shadows. None of the stories involved the men gaining injuries – they all ran before that could happen, sometimes leaving their game behind in the underbrush. All of them claimed that they only had time to see one feature of the creature: a pair of large, glowing golden eyes.
Mikado shook his head to clear it as he passed a couple of makeshift snares hung in the trees. I won't think of that now! He told himself. There was no use scaring himself when he had a job to do. Plus, he'd been through the same forest tens of times, without any sighting of the so-called 'wolf'.
"They're just silly tales," he said to no one as the trees closed him tighter around him like a wolf's hungry jaws. "There hasn't been any sightings of wolves in these parts for centuries."
Mikado began to swing his basket, the tension falling from his shoulders as he began to speak to himself more openly. "They probably just mistook it for a particularly large squirrel. What kind of wolf can't even outrun a man?" The boy scoffed.
"Well, even if there is a wolf, I'm much too small fry for it. Smallest boy in class, actually." Mikado scowled, but even the scowl was cute. "But it doesn't matter! I don't have to be big to be a scholar! And when all the boys in class need help with studying to get out of that stupid little town, I won't be there to help them!"
"Sounds like a plan~!"
Mikado jumped at the sound of the amused voice, spinning around quickly and sending the fabric of his cloak flying. "Who's there?" Instinctively, Mikado held the basket closer to his chest as his oceanic eyes scanned the surrounding trees that suddenly seemed ten times more menacing with the setting sun.
"Just a lonely little wolf looking for some moe moe company~! What a cute little boy my Mikado is!" The voice replied, and Mikado whipped to his left to see a boy his age with golden hair and eyes, smiling widely. Mikado squinted – it looked like he was wearing something on his head – but the tree adjacent cast a shadow across the top half of the boy's face.
"Aw, what a vulnerable little face! Kawaii~!" The boy across the path from him suddenly shot his arm out then swept it dramatically upwards to rest on his bare chest. "I am Masaomi Kida! But you can call me Kida-kun, Mikado-channnn~~!"
Mikado was about to tell this stranger off for improper honorifics when he noticed that this 'Kida' wasn't wearing clothes. "Wh…You're naked!" He squeaked and flinched back, heat in his face rising at once.
Kida blinked, surprised, before his lips tilted upwards in a suggestive leer. Mikado looked away in embarrassment, clutching the basket tighter. "Does that make you uncomfortable, Mikado-chan?" Kida leaned into Mikado's ear before the smaller boy noticed he'd gotten so close. "Are you afraid of the Big. Bad. Wolf?"
"N-No!" Mikado pushed Kida back. "I'm a –"
But Kida never found out what Mikado was, because the boy had frozen, jaw slack, with the observation of matching ears on the blonde's golden head. Before he could stop himself, Mikado also glanced down at Kida's lower half and gasped at the sight of a twitching, golden wolf's tail.
"I-I…that's…!"
"Ah, I know," Kida sighed, then posed with hands on hips and knee cocked. "You're entranced by the mere sight of my wolfhood! You must be thinking now – how can all of that fit? Why is it not blocking out the sun? I must tell you, I've been this way since I was a little pup. My parents told me even before I caught my first rabbit: someday, you will make another wolf very, very ha–"
"YOU'RE THE WOLF!" Mikado found his voice somewhere from deep inside him, and it rang out through the forest, effectively halting Kida in his self-indulgent lecture and silencing the nearby birds.
The two stared at each other for a long moment, before Kida bounced back. "Aww, Mikado-chan recognizes me? All those days of peering in through windows and following you through your forest walks, only to find that you enjoy my company just as much as I do~! Victory!"
"Wait, what? No! You're the wolf everyone talks about!" Mikado chose to ignore the last bit – he already had one wolf to deal with right now, he didn't need to think about one spying on him at all hours.
Kida's head fell and he sighed. "I see…" Mikado almost reached forward in the silence to comfort the lone wolf when his head snapped up again. "That's perfect! Everyone is talking about me! What do they say, huh, Mikado-chan? Do they talk about my wits? My strength? No, they must all be speculating about my dashing good looks! My hair, soft as silk; my eyes, gold as the stars; my skin, flawless as a still lake!" Kida sighed flamboyantly and hugged himself, making kissy faces to something Mikado couldn't see.
Kida swiftly latched his arm around Mikado's shoulders as he continued speaking. Mikado was too distracted by watching Kida's exaggerated motions and furry ears to notice that Kida was steadily leading them off the path and into the trees. "Of course, I'm obliged to grace them with my autograph, at least! I'm sure they'll be lining up all through the forest just to catch a glimpse of my magnificent beauty!"
"Actually, they're all afraid of you," Mikado replied bluntly, beginning to tire of Kida's incessant compliments.
"Ah, the troubles of being born beautiful. Everyone is just so intimidated!...Except you, Mikado-chan." Kida smirked down at Mikado and sniffed his head. "Mmm, you smell great too!"
"Wh-What! Don't do that, Kida-kun!"
"You used my name! Who knew you wanted to move so fast…" Kida grinned.
"No! We're both guys, and…hey! Where are you taking me?" Mikado ripped away from Kida's side and quickly scanned the surroundings. He could still see the orange light of the path when he turned. They had only been walking for a couple minutes.
"Awww, Mikado-chan! Don't you want to come with me to my den! I promise it's warm and comfy!" Kida leaned over to whisper in the smaller boy's ear. "And there's plenty of bedding to go around."
The words sent a wildfire of red spreading across Mikado's face, even going as far as his ears and neck. "I have to get to my uncle's house! I promised!"
"Hmmm…" Kida tapped his chin with a single slender finger. His eyes lit up then. "I see! We can race for it, then! If you make it there before me, I promise never to come by your house again." Mikado started at this. The wolf had been coming to his house? "But if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you."
A shiver travelled Mikado's spine and he took a step away, only to be followed closely by Kida's own feet. "F-fine! But you can't use the path, since you're faster!"
Kida beamed. "I'll see you soon then, Mikado-chan! Don't miss me too much~!"
Kida sent one more confident beam Mikado's way before he darted away into the underbrush, leaving the other boy to stand dumbfounded and alone between the trees.
By the time Mikado had reached Orihara-san's house, the sun had fallen nearly below the horizon. The teenager sighed with the thought of staying overnight with his insane uncle. Perhaps he would ask Kida-kun to walk him back home? After all, wolves made great bodyguards…right before they ate you. On second thought…
Mikado shook his head of useless ramblings and knocked on the door. Two full minutes passed before he realized that Orihara-san probably wasn't going to answer – who knew why he did or didn't do anything these days? – and pushed his way through into the cottage.
"Orihara-san?" He called out, slipping off his shoes politely in the doorway and shifting forwards stiffly. "It's me, Mikado. I brought food." Mikado poked his head carefully around the corner. "Ori –!"
Mikado's sentence was cut off abruptly by a pair of arms squeezing tightly around his waist from behind. They weren't familiar; the body was shorter and thinner than Orihara-san's, and much, much warmer. "Ahhh, Mikado-chan! Look who got here first!"
Something wet and warm traced a circle on Mikado's neck, and the blue-eyed boy let out a squeak. "K-Kida-kun?"
The wet appendage left Mikado's neck, and a shiver drew itself down his spine – something that felt like…disappointment? "Mmm, Mikado-chan is so tasty~!"
Mikado gulped as he suddenly became very aware of a hot pair of hands settling onto his hips, thumbs reaching under his shirt to stroke goosebumps onto the sensitive skin there. "W-what are you d-doing, Kida-kun?"
"Just carrying out my side of the deal!" Kida lowered his head and began to nibble the tip of Mikado's ear, occasionally soothing the abused skin with a swipe of his tongue.
"B-but I –!" Mikado gasped as he felt one of Kida's 50° hands trail up his front and pinch his nipple through his shirt. The coarse fabric rubbed against the hardened peaks in a strange sensation that had Mikado blushing up to his ears.
"Awww, Mikado-chan's a blushing virgin!" Kida continued rolling the rosy nub as his other hand slid downwards.
Mikado opened his eyes in surprise – he hadn't noticed that he closed them in the first place – when he felt Kida's hand hovering just a few inches shy of his crotch. "Kida-kun? Where – ah! Nnngghhh!" Mikado let out a shameless moan as Kida brushed against his manhood, bucking forward involuntarily.
"Mmmm, Mikado," Kida growled huskily. Mikado could feel the wolf's hardness against the small of his back.
"No! Stop…ahhh…!" Mikado whimpered as Kida suddenly ground the heel of his palm.
"No…I'm gonna…nngh!" Mikado ground back against Kida's hardness. The sound of Kida's heavy panting and short groans in his ear only served to make him blush harder.
"Hnnn, Mikado, God!"
"Kida-kun!" Pressure was building. Kida felt like he was going to burst soon.
This was bad…
So bad…
But…
But…
Kida groaned loudly. Both of them were rushing towards the peak blindly when suddenly the door crashed behind them.
The two whipped their heads over to see the door laying pitifully on the ground, a tall blonde man wielding a log stepping through the destruction. He looked around wildly, turning as he saw them. Rage had overcome him so much that he seemingly didn't notice the teens' state of dishevelment.
"Sh-Shizuo-san!" Mikado stammered, flushing all through his face and neck.
"Mikado, where is that flea?" The man boomed, his livid grip on the log causing it to crack ominously. A small squirrel jumped out of it, scampering away quickly out the empty doorway as if sensing the coming storm.
"He's not here! I don't know w-where he went!" Mikado stuttered and remembered to step away from Kida, smoothing out his shirt self-consciously and pulling the cloak over to hide his embarrassing bulge. Kida, who was stark naked as always, did nothing, mostly unfazed and unembarrassed – after all, he'd walked in on many of his forest friends getting it on all spring, and all he had to do was leave.
"URGH! I'll get him tomorrow!" Shizuo growled and stalked back out, picking up the door as he left and slamming it back into place on its hinges.
In the wake of the interruption, a still very-aroused Mikado and Kida stood awkwardly in the living room. Mikado shifted and looked away, while Kida tried to grab his attention with his golden-eyed gaze.
"Mikado…" Mikado kept his attention on the ground, face slowly returning to its regular shade, when Kida swiped a long lick along his cheek.
"Kida-kun!" Mikado jumped. "What was that for?"
"It's how wolves show love." Kida poked his tongue out again and gave a tiny lick to Mikado's nose. This caused a much smaller, sweeter blush to flower across Mikado's cheeks, and he sent up a small smile Kida's way. Then, Mikado delicately stood on his tip-toes and pressed a tiny kiss to Kida's cheek. When he lowered back down, Kida was holding his face in surprise.
"That's how humans show love."
Kida broke out into a beam, and Mikado returned a small smile. The wolf leaned in and pressed a kiss to Mikado's forehead when Mikado asked, "So, what did you do with uncle Orihara?"
"You mean the crazy guy that lives here?" Kida asked as he played with Mikado's hair. "He wasn't here when I arrived."
Something about this statement gave Mikado a niggling feeling in the back of his mind, but he ignored it as Kida began to kiss down his neck.
Meanwhile from the nearly-shut closet, a red-eyed Izaya Orihara began to giggle.
AN: If you enjoyed, please review! Any thoughts count. Sorry about the painfully awkward lime. ^-^;