Disclaimer: K anime is not mine. Or else, it will become pron anime instead, LOL. Yeah, be thankful it belongs to GoRa and GoHands.
Note: This chapter is an AU fic where there is no dead character, the Colorless King is still Miwa Ichigen and Mikoto and Reishi are married. Yeah, this is just a cheesy, cheap, short, romance fic that randomly comes into my mind because I feel bored. Don't waste your time reading this if you expect something serious, hahaha. And yeah, thank you VPN to let me login to this website. FINALLY, MUHAHAHA! And at last, this is M/M...so please don't start reading if you have anything against it or if you have weak stomach for it.
Yeah, I make this into a compilation since it's too bothersome to create new story for every short AU fics. This compilation will have lots of AU settings.
Ever since he is young and world of books enchants him and surrounds him constantly wherever he is, he has zero chemistry toward fairy tale. Or to be exact, he despises it. Even his parents confide him that he should have more dreams as ridiculous as they can be, but he tells them off that fairy tales are stupid in a delicately polite manner and deceiving smile.
When he grows up, Reishi still has not changed his principal toward his genre preference, to his older brother's anxiety. His little brother shows no hint of interest in having one or two crushes throughout his puberty, same gender or not; it is absolutely within normal for him to worry about his baby brother. But Reishi shrugs him off. First of all, he never meets a princess in distress that needs his personal rescue in white horse. He also never feels a blazing passion in thought of someone. And that is how he leads his life right through his adolescence. He even wonders why his family seems to be bothered by his peaceful life, while he worries nothing about it. If anything, he will be worried about his older brother's academic performance, his mother's recklessness in doing house chores, and his father's monotonous work.
The second thing he contemns about fairy tale, it always ends with a happily ever after, that he believes, logically and realistically, nonexistent.
Ironically, when he is an adult, instead of a beautiful princess in her grace, he meets a rogue man with a pair of beautiful golden eyes and soft crimson mane that makes him experiencing something foreign in his world called love. Three years of denial, two years of flirting, one year of being convenient sex partners before they jump right away to a marriage. It takes him long enough to realize what they have now actually depends a lot on Mikoto's patience to wait for him and his inexperience with love is completely hilarious. Surprisingly, the Red King is willing to be dangled in a thin rope for stretching years.
The first time they exchange words of love is on the wedding, as bizarre as it may seem. He does not mind. He dislikes displaying affection as romance still sounds weird in his tongue and Mikoto is always a man of action. Sometimes he has no idea what is going on in Mikoto's head since he speaks less than a bird chirping (Reishi even questions how much vocabulary Mikoto possesses), but he loves puzzles and mysteries, and his husband is the biggest puzzle in his life to crack. It is up to him to read the meaning of every small gesture Mikoto makes. When he is displeased with Reishi being stubborn with his job, his eyebrow furrows close and a frown appears before Mikoto clicks his tongue in annoyance. When the Red King feels like being spoiled, he will keep poking on Reishi's ticklish side until the latter bursts to laughter in strangled voice and forgets whatever has occupied his mind previously. Thus he pets Mikoto's head on his lap as he tries to recall what he has been planning to do before.
He tries to believe it once, that maybe a fairy tale can really happen in reality, no matter how absurd it sounds. He still vividly remembers that day, the day he foolishly attempts to trust his instinct and an illusion called 'happily ever after' and now here he is, pondering if he is making a right decision to be wed to a man.
And the one who is supposed to be his husband, is in front of him, lazing around on the cozy sofa in front of the TV monitor without care of the world, with several cans of beer and coffee littered around near him. He pays no heed toward what Mikoto has been drinking of late. He still cannot find a valid answer as to why his love suddenly develops a habit to drink coffee cans, but today his brain is officially fried and he wants to think about nothing but sleep.
As a King and a Captain of Scepter 4, it is expected of him not to show weakness, and to work 24/7 if required. Blessed with bright mind and talented commanders, the blue-haired captain is always able to complete his job without having to stay overnight in most of cases. However, emergency sometimes comes up in the worst time and Reishi working overtime is not entirely uncommon. But if he has to be honest, constant emergency calls are killing him. (He gets a call one night with a dick stuck up in his ass and certain, demanding king is hovering on top of him with focused expression and a tint of blush. Mikoto does not cooperate with him, of course, pinning him down on the bed as long as he can and prolonging his thrusts so to annoy Reishi and thus he is beyond late for the call to his dismay. He even gains this dirty, knowing look from his rude, second commander and stoic face from his beautiful lieutenant, trying to hide her amusement. It is not difficult for them to put the pieces together and knows the exact reason for him being late. Before a simple silver band attached to his ring finger, negligence is never on his book.)
"Mikoto, I told you to put things where it belongs and throws your own trash." Reishi growls as he pinches his forehead together, trying to suppress a scream or a shout. "Even a kid can do better than you." He has just returned home from an emergency in the middle of the night, caused by a stray strain, and being elusive as he is, the Blue King has no other choice but to humor him and get involved in cat and mouse game up until morning. Without able to catch up with sleep, he continues on with his daily tasks and meetings up until late night. It is understatement to say that he is tired and lack of sleep worsens his headache. As much as he wants to throw himself on the bed and shut the world out, Reishi cannot overlook chaotic environment in his living quarter. Before he realizes it, he already walks in between Mikoto and his TV, picking up the rubbish mindlessly and strolls to nearest bin in the kitchen. Since when he is getting used to be a housewife?
The red head simply sits up on the comfortable sofa to stare at his back with his head propped on his hand and rewards him with a smile, "Welcome home. Took you long enough."
Reishi glances back through his shoulder to throw an annoyed look at him and goes to their bedroom as he loosens his cravat in slow manner to take off his stifling uniform. "Yeah, something comes up."
He is about to unbutton his white shirt when suddenly a pair of hand snakes on his sides and pulls him back against the intruder's chest. Reishi suppresses a chuckle and puts his hands on the arms encircling his chest as he bends and cranes his neck to get a better look on Mikoto. "Miss me?"
The latter does not answer but leaving a fleeting kiss on his lower lip and butterfly kisses on his porcelain nape, sucking and licking the skin gently until he leaves burning red marks. Reishi sighs contentedly, letting himself being immersed in Mikoto's affection. In contrary to his facade, his huge lion is quite cuddly, reserved for the ones he holds close in his heart. When he starts to relax in Mikoto's embrace, the red head man twirls him in his arms to face him and hooks his feet on Reishi's, and in consequence, Reishi nearly squeaks shamelessly as he loses his balance and falls on the bed beside the mahogany wardrobe.
"Mikoto! I told you not to-!" Before he can finish his line, Mikoto has imprisoned him with his arms on both sides of his head, a smirk on his face and his body towering on top of him. Oh God, his eyes sparkles like glittering stars, shining like a child getting his candy. The latter lowers down his head slowly, asking for permission to kiss him on the lips. Knowing Mikoto for years, a kiss never ends innocently as a kiss, and his eyes are terribly bleary and tired, so he crooks his head to avoid the kiss and looks up at him sternly. "Mikoto, I'm tired. And I need sleep."
"It's just a kiss." Reishi tries his best not to laugh, since as emotionless as Mikoto sounds, his words are as if he is pouting.
The blue head puts his hands on Mikoto's chest, keeping somewhat safe distance between them, but his violet eyes never waver or leave the golden ones as he speaks in a chiding voice. "The last time you said that, we ended up staying awake until dawn and I couldn't concentrate on my work for a whole day, trying not to fall asleep or get caught stifling a yawn."
"Then you should take a day off." Mikoto has not given up; he lowers his head again and instinctively Reishi puts his right palm on his husband's lips to push him away. The leader of HOMRA takes the advantage to lick his palm playfully, grinning as he hears a sigh escapes from his beloved blue head's cherry lips.
His hand trembles a bit as he starts to feel sensitive and a tiny spark of desire starts to swell inside him, but Reishi still cannot gather enough passion to continue on since another wave of exhaustion engulfs him. "A King never has a day off. And so is public officer." He begins to trail off, and his speech slurs a bit as his brain gets cloudy. Taking pity on him, Mikoto finally decides to stop teasing but kissing him gently on Reishi's eyelids, tainted with black circles around his eyes.
The crimson head king waits tolerantly until Reishi's chest steadily rises and falls and his breaths even out before he quietly pulls back. The bed sprung back a bit as his weight leaves it, but before he can make a step away from the bed, he feels a soft tug on the hem of his shirt. As he stares back, a hand weakly takes a hold of his shirt and his drifting husband smiles softly at him; a rare, genuine smile that he almost never shows unless he is too tired like this time to care about his dignity, and whispers like an evening breeze. "Stay. It's cold."
Mikoto contemplates of replying him with a scoff for taking him as a bed warmer, but he decides not to when he sees that his beautiful lover has once again drifted off and his hand which effectively stops him before, falling unceremoniously out of the bed.
He sighs and whirls around to turn off the lamp, which is usually done by Reishi when they are getting ready to sleep since he does not care with or without light when he sleeps while the latter prefers dark (he gives him a long lecture about health and the benefit of sleeping in the dark, but Mikoto never really listens and always stops him in the middle of speech with a long kiss so Reishi will just use his mouth for better purpose). Mikoto moves to his side of bed and pulls away the cover as he lies down on the soft bed. It does not take long before his Blue King stirs and impulsively seeks warmth in his sleep and put his hands around Mikoto's waist as he snuggles closer.
Mikoto stifles a chuckle so not to bother the sleepy lover in his arms; instead he puts his chin on top of his husband's head and stares at the empty darkness. How should he sleep now that his blood is poisoned by overdose caffeine as he waits for his Blue King to return from work? Reishi seems not to realize that he has been waiting for him since last night the young captain left the bed for the emergency call with his mind in haze and Mikoto certainly has no obligation to reveal him that information. (If he does, it will lead to another dispute with his husband commanding Mikoto not to wait for him and to mind his own business while Mikoto will talk back at him to let him do whatever he wants.) God bless the Blue King, tomorrow for certain, there will be no activity within HOMRA to bother his work since Mikoto will spend most of his time napping and none of his Clansmen is allowed to bother his precious nap time.
Their fairy tale might not be a happily ever after as their differences will always cause spark of conflicts, but they certainly will not ask for better story.
*takes cover under the table* Forgive me! Don't hit me for writing OOC! Just...pretend you don't read anything above.