Title: Antiparallel
Rating: PG, though there is a lemon. No, there is no lemon. Unless you're very perceptive. We can say it's lemon scented.
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: KagaTsutsui
Warnings: Randomness? Teasing?
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Tsutsui sits in the bio lab, all the lights turned off. Bird song delights him as he works--it's spring, and it's beautiful. The wind blows through the windows he opened, brushes against the patches of tree-filtered sunlight, caressing the lab tables and Tsutsui's skin.
He trembles; it feels good.
He adds another drop of something, something dark and blue, to whatever it is in his beaker. He knew what it was--still knows--but the sweet spring air renders him senselessly heady enough to put all that away for now.
His beaker turns colors; the door opens.
"Tsutsui." Hissed, soft and sensual, like the wind that brushes the hair behind Tsutsui's ears.
He doesn't move, doesn't blink, but the wind sweeps past him, lifts his hair, and he smiles. Tsutsui wants to move, wants to say something, but those eyes, that smile, they keep him still. He blushes.
"Kaga." barely a whisper, floating off of his lips. But that's all it takes.
There's skin on his, arms tight around his middle, the warmth of someone's chest against his back. He can feel two heartbeats for a moment, and then only one, louder, beautiful. There are lips on his neck. He trembles.
"Kaga." he whispers again, his breath a little uneven.
"Shh. Take it for what it is." comes the voice against his ear. Tsutsui's closes his eyes and slips into that easy familiarity, the kind that he dreams about sometimes. And there, in the bio lab, in the beautiful spring, he does the things that he dreams about. Even with his eyes closed, he can't deny what he feels.
It's no use denying something so real, he thinks. He doesn't tremble anymore.
When he opens his eyes, it's blurry, and there's a hand against his cheek, little rivulets of saline down his face.
"Once, I said you don't have to look at me when we do that." comes the voice, close to his face, all bitter tabaco and green tea and bubblegum. Underneath is the scent of Kaga, and underneath that the scent of Tsutsui.
"I changed my mind." he hears, and his heart jumps. And then he gets kissed, really kissed. His eyes are opened, and he sees.
And he's never stopped seeing.
Rating: PG, though there is a lemon. No, there is no lemon. Unless you're very perceptive. We can say it's lemon scented.
Fandom: Hikaru no Go
Pairing: KagaTsutsui
Warnings: Randomness? Teasing?
--
Tsutsui sits in the bio lab, all the lights turned off. Bird song delights him as he works--it's spring, and it's beautiful. The wind blows through the windows he opened, brushes against the patches of tree-filtered sunlight, caressing the lab tables and Tsutsui's skin.
He trembles; it feels good.
He adds another drop of something, something dark and blue, to whatever it is in his beaker. He knew what it was--still knows--but the sweet spring air renders him senselessly heady enough to put all that away for now.
His beaker turns colors; the door opens.
"Tsutsui." Hissed, soft and sensual, like the wind that brushes the hair behind Tsutsui's ears.
He doesn't move, doesn't blink, but the wind sweeps past him, lifts his hair, and he smiles. Tsutsui wants to move, wants to say something, but those eyes, that smile, they keep him still. He blushes.
"Kaga." barely a whisper, floating off of his lips. But that's all it takes.
There's skin on his, arms tight around his middle, the warmth of someone's chest against his back. He can feel two heartbeats for a moment, and then only one, louder, beautiful. There are lips on his neck. He trembles.
"Kaga." he whispers again, his breath a little uneven.
"Shh. Take it for what it is." comes the voice against his ear. Tsutsui's closes his eyes and slips into that easy familiarity, the kind that he dreams about sometimes. And there, in the bio lab, in the beautiful spring, he does the things that he dreams about. Even with his eyes closed, he can't deny what he feels.
It's no use denying something so real, he thinks. He doesn't tremble anymore.
When he opens his eyes, it's blurry, and there's a hand against his cheek, little rivulets of saline down his face.
"Once, I said you don't have to look at me when we do that." comes the voice, close to his face, all bitter tabaco and green tea and bubblegum. Underneath is the scent of Kaga, and underneath that the scent of Tsutsui.
"I changed my mind." he hears, and his heart jumps. And then he gets kissed, really kissed. His eyes are opened, and he sees.
And he's never stopped seeing.