He plays with Sion's hair, small silky pieces cascading through his fingers as they sit there. The house is quiet, not even the rats skittering around and it's nice for a change. The silence. Sion is reading, Nezumi was reading, but he found that he would much rather look at the white haired boy next to him, so intrigued with his new found love of Shakespeare. He chuckles lightly and tugs on his hair when he sees the boy make a face, obviously not fond of what happened in the play.
"Nezumi." Sion groans, "Let me read."
He just shakes his head, tugging harder, "Make me stop." It's a challenge, one that he knows Sion won't accept. He'd been trying for days to let him teach him self defense, but every time he got shot down.
"Why can't you just stop on your own?"
"Because you have to make me." Enunciating each world perfectly.
Sion just sighs, snapping his book closed, "We've gone over this already, I don't want to learn to fight."
"Not to fight, just self defense."
"But-"
" Do NOT ask me what the point is. After everything we've been through, taking down No. 6's wall, you still think there's no point to it?"
"That's not-"
"Come on Sion, self defense. That way I won't have to be worried about you every second of the day." He teased, flicking the other boys nose, loving the way it crinkled.
"Nezumi I already said no."
He grumbled, one more rejection and he was going to make him learn dammit. "So you can be safe?"
"No."
"Fine." He grabbed onto Sion's shoulders twisting them so they fell off the couch and into a heap on the floor where they sat, Nezumi crouching over Sion, the smaller boy just laying there, breathing heavily. The dark haired boy had his knife pressed gently against the other's neck. "Ready to learn?"
"I don't want to hurt you."
Nezumi snorted, "Please, I highly doubt you could. I've been doing this much longer than you."
The red of his eyes darkened, inferring his seriousness, "I'm serious Nezumi."
"Do it." He pressed the knife a little harder, not enough to hurt him, never enough to hurt him, but hard enough that Sion would get the point.
"You're not going to get off me till I do are you?" He drawled, his eyes flickering around the room.
Nezumi smirked, his eyes glinting dangerously, "Nope."
"Fine."
It all seemed to happen at once, the soft touch of Sion's lips on his, him tensing in surprise, then a feeling of weightlessness as he went flying through the air and landed once again on the couch. "Oof." Sion was hovering over him, somehow holding his knife. His face was slightly worried looking but his eyes were amused, "What-how did-"
"I tried to tell you, but you kept cutting me off. My mother had me take self defense lessens after I got beat up when I was six."
"But-" he broke off, grumbling softly as Sion leaned over him, placing something down on the table behind his head. When he leaned back down he looked at him, his red eyes glinting.
"You know," He spread a hand by Nezumi's head, leaning down so their noses were touching, their lips only a breath away, and the taller boy breathed in deep not used to feeling so vulnerable. "I kind of like this position."