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A/N: The last one of my 5trueloves Kaidou fics, this one pairing him with Tezuka, the prompt being Words.
Wordless Vows
Neither of them was one for many words, nor did they tolerate useless chatter from others. Therefore, the lack of dramatic declarations or sweet nothings never really bothered either of them. They had their own way of dealing with things and they were happy with it. A silent nod, a stolen glance when the others looked away, the brush of a hand against another as they walked passed each other in the club room. This was all they wanted, all they needed – all the emotional display either would allow the other.
This was not to say they enjoyed no shared activities beyond holding hands as they were alone, oh no; they were, after all, just teenage boys, and however stoic or self-disciplining they may have been, teenage boys tended to have certain needs that begged to be fulfilled. However, even as they mutually tended to those needs, no unnecessary words were spoken by either of them. Some may have considered this cold and unfeeling but not they. To them, the gentle touch was more important than any word, allowing themselves to show vulnerability before the other an indication of feelings much deeper than any declaration they could have ever voiced. Neither a master for words, they preferred to be without.
Words could lie, as they both well knew, words could be untrue and fabricated. However, there were things you could not fake, not unless you were an actor more accomplished than any of the people they knew. There was the way one's gaze would stray despite their best attempts, the soft look in one's eyes that was there one moment and gone the second, the involuntary tightening of muscles as knuckles brushed together semi-accidentally in the passing.
Any lecture on the importance of communication would have been lost to them. They were communicating, weren't they, and if they decided to forgo actual words, spoken or written, it did not mean their communication was any less successful. Words made up for so little of the actual message, after all, though neither felt the need to find out the exact figures. This was enough, this was more than enough, and all the fateful vows of "I love you" could never make up for a shared moment of sitting side by side, in their opinion.
There were no words spoken now, no questions or reassurances even as hands began to wander, clothes getting discarded to allow for more intimiate touch. A calloused hand brushed carefully at a lock of jet-black hair, pushing it away from the pale forehead. A tiny curve of lips, almost a smile were he to interpret it thus, decorated the younger boy's face.
"Kunimitsu," the boy whispered, for a moment forgetting all the formalities that seemed carved into his mind, sometimes, abandoning all honorifics and proper forms of address in favour of filling that one word, one name, with as much feeling as he possibly could. It was not a love letter, no lengthy speech describing the power of his emotions, yet it was much more than that.
The older one paused, his eyes softening a bit, for once not shielded by the coldness of glasses. "Kaoru," he said, and nothing else, the word almost more of a caress than the light dance of his hand down the other's side. He leant forward, then, his lips brushing against the other's, light at first but then more demanding, the nigh desperate hunger in contrast with his usually untouched façade.
Both gave forth their own wordless declarations of love, touching and gazing and just feeling, and though no words were exchanged even as both later lay side by side, one half draped over the other, they felt no less satisfied or loved for their silence.