AN: So I am a horrible person and did not realize Uakari's birthday was yesterday. D: So I wrote this for her, because she wanted Shion to tango with a rose in his mouth. So this is a sequel to "Shall We Dance?" where Shion is being silly. And This was supposed to be all crack, but then it turned into fluff at the end. I don't even know, Nezumi and Shion tend to do that. Assholes.
Disclaimer: Nothing is mine except this story. Please do not arrest and/or sue me plzkthx.
Nezumi was confused. Even after he had finally thought he understood Shion at least a little bit, the man still managed to surprise him.
It was a Saturday, meaning Shion was off work while Nezumi had a required dress rehearsal. This wasn't unusual itself - being an actor meant one's hours were more sporadic than the average office worker's.
What had been unusual was the way Shion greeted him at the doorway, with his shirt unbuttoned to about halfway down his chest. Without giving his lover a chance to remove his coat or even his shoes, Shion pulled the taller man into the living room, which Nezumi noticed was completely bare aside from the stereo.
Shion turned his body away for a second to turn on the stereo. Nezumi recognized the tango music, but his thoughts on the matter were driven out of his mind when Shion turned to face him again - this time with a rose held between his teeth.
Nezumi's brain short-circuited, rendering him incapable of protesting as Shion attempted to lead the two of them around the room in what was probably supposed to be a tango.
It wasn't a long dance - it lasted only as long as one song. It wasn't nearly as passionate and graceful as when Nezumi had lead the dance, either, though to his credit, Shion was doing his best to not trip and be awkward.
When the song finished, Shion released him, removing the rose from his mouth (had he really kept it in that long? Wasn't that unhygienic, or something?). The smaller man took a step back, and looked at Nezumi expectantly. The dark haired man blinked, and managed to collect himself enough to speak after a few moments.
"What the hell was that?" he finally asked.
"It was a tango," Shion said, sounding almost sad. "Didn't you like it? you said I should try to be more spontaneous and romantic. So I did what you did last time. I even researched and practiced."
Nezumi froze for a second, rather taken aback, before dissolving into laughter. Shion pouted, but also looked vaguely concerned.
"Are you going into a fit? Do I need to throw water on you again?" he asked sincerely.
Nezumi choked a little, but managed to regain his ability to breathe rather quickly.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I'm not going into a fit, so no need to throw freezing cold water on me again," Nezumi said, resting a hand on Shion's shoulder to steady himself.
"Well why did you burst into hysteric laughter? Did I do something wrong?"
Nezumi didn't answer his partner's earnest and almost sad question immediately, instead pulling him into a hug. He burrowed his face into the other man's neck.
"Nezumi?"
"You didn't do anything wrong," Nezumi straightened, but didn't release the other from his grip. "To answer your earlier question, I loved it."
"you're not just saying that, are you? I mean... I'm not all that good at dancing, even with the research and last time-"
"Shion. I loved it because it was you. If I wanted to tango with a professional, I would. But I'd rather dance with you, any day."
"...You've gone soft on me, haven't you."
"What can I say? Your air-headed nature is contagious."
"Nezumi?"
"Hm."
"I love you."
"I know."