Miso Soup and Morning Wood
In Which Touya has a Red-Eyed Dream about a Not-So-Innocent Sex Bunny
A shonen-ai sillyfic™ by Shy Violet
Despite the title (which sounds vaguely po'ny) PG-13 for innuendo and madcap sexual situations, nothing more, nothing less. Touya is a bit OOC, but there's a good reason for it if you think about it.
CLAMP owns this characters not me. And they're wasting them too, in my opinion. If they were my shiny men, they'd be kissin', huggin', and lovin' rather than just shooting each other longing sort of looks all day long…
Author's Note: This is just some sentimental fluff-smut. I started it almost two years ago, and was inspired to finish it when the Touya/Yuki suggestive bits of the manga came out for me to read. I forgot how much I love this couple, and how much they inspire me.
BTW, I actually had a dream much like the first one. Go me!
Touya sat up in bed, restlessly wiping his eyes. His body was warm, cloaked in a smooth sheen of morning sweat, his sheets rumpled and creased. He hadn't been sleeping well and the cause of his unrest was a mystery to him. Nothing was out of the ordinary, not really. He'd gone to school, to soccer practice and his latest after school job at a local florists. He'd came home to Sakura's homemade supper, did his homework. Then he'd gone to bed same as any other night, early, because he had a slight headache.
As quickly as the heat had come upon him it left, replaced by a shivering clammy cold Touya couldn't fend off. He trembled as he rolled out of his futon to check the window, quilt wrapped around his shoulders. Groping blindly in the pitch-blackness, Touya found the window and pulled the curtain aside. He sighed as he noticed it was indeed open, spilling night air and moonlight onto his abandoned bed. His hand was resting on the frame when he first noticed it; the steady even breathing that echoed his own.
Touya turned slowly, every news story about burglars he'd ever read echoing in the back of his mind. It didn't happen often, but it did happen and he'd be damned if he'd let some greasy little punk get to his father or sister. He grabbed the nearest pointy object (a pair of child safe scissors) and tried to look as threatening as possible.
"You picked the wrong house." he half snarled. " Get out, or I'll…" Trailed off at the sight a familiar face blinking innocently at him from in the hallway.
"Or you'll what, To-ya?" Yuki drawled out his name playfully.
Touya blinked. "Yuki? What are you doing here?"
His best friend showing up randomly in the middle of the night just didn't happen, not in the world Touya knew. In his world, he and Yuki were friends, good friends. They studied and cooked together. They were closer than most couples he knew but that didn't change a thing. Yuki always went back to his own house and his own bed, leaving Touya frustrated and upset at himself for staying quiet.
"I don't think I can handle this," he said to himself, as Yuki entered his bedroom on soft feet, shutting the door behind him like a man with a mission. As his best friend stepped forward, Touya noticed two things. First and foremost in Touya's mind, Yukito was completely naked. His pale skin glowed blue-silver in the moonlight, his hips swung seductively. Once Touya's brain had wrapped itself around the fact that the prince of his every fantasy was walking closer wearing only a smile, the rest came almost easily.
Yuki was looking at him the way a cat looks at a mouse and from the way those brown eyes were fixed on him, Touya knew he was that mouse. He opened his mouth to say something, anything.
"Um. Yu…Ah. I.." he mumbled as Yuki got close enough to touch him.
A small white hand pressed on his cheek. "Don't talk, To-ya." A husky whisper, totally unlike Yuki's everyday voice commanded him. "I know what you want, I know what you need." The other hand slipped to Touya's hip. "Why don't you lie down?" he asked, pressing Touya to the bed. Yukito's hands slid to the hem of the nightshirt Touya wore lifted it over his head. He nuzzled at the bare skin there, which made the taller boy's entire body shudder. "Are you cold?" Yuki asked. He crawled in onto Touya, straddling his hips.
With a low murmur, he cupped Touya's face in his hands and kissed him on the forehead. "You think I didn't know?" he asked in chiding tone. "I've always known how you felt. I was…waiting… I guess you could say." Yuki rubbed his face into Touya's chest like an affectionate kitten. "You're so silly Touya. Next time all you have to do is ask me."
Touya felt his head spin and his breath catch. Gathering up what little sense he still had, he managed to choke out what he most wanted to ask. "Yuki, do you…know that I…?" Well almost. And it seemed Yuki got the gist of it. "Love me? I know." He pressed his forehead against Touya's and smiled.
For that one dizzying moment, all he could see was the face of an angel looming over him. And then Yuki's lips met his and he couldn't see a thing but stars.
