pairing: Raikou/Gau, strongly implied Yoite/Miharu
period: Later chapters, but there are no particular spoilers.
summary: Raikou threads his hand through the coils that spring from Gau's scalp. Coils, not curls.
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Hm. Something about the last sentence screamed: "I just turned into Yoite/Miharu, woman!" So I'm all: "Shuffle; fret; lurk. Run away; run away"
"But Raikou never did, and never would treat Gau like a machine, Osaka-nee. D:" No, but he certainly thinks he did, that guy. 3
Whaat? Who told you the title came from the word "mecha musume" while Osaka-nee was idly glaring (ie burning a hole with the intensity of a thousand suns) at the drabble!? :O
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THEIR SONS ARE MADE FROM WEAPONS
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Raikou threads his hand through the coils that spring from Gau's scalp.
Coils, not curls. He'd treated the boy as a mechanic doll at points; but in truth, a thought drips— the comprehension that the coils are actually wrung inside his body— and carves out a hole in his mind. The coils inside wring tighter now, and refuse to give— to tear through his throat and leave him choking blood, as they should have.
Yukimi's voice is a ghost by his ear, muttering, "You're ridiculous."
He lets his index and forefinger trail, down to the young man's pulse underneath the chin, just below the jut of the jaw. Gau trembles, yet Raikou smiles, because Gau's skin is basked in warmth.
Raikou is not a mechanic doll; he knows this at least. Even Yoite is not. But Miharu… He lightly kisses Gau's pulse point, and wonders if Yoite knows how to handle mechanic dolls; is he a young man who can turn puppets to boys? No; there is only Miharu, Raikou believes— because Yoite is that boy who clutches his doll by the hand, directing any love left, starved inside him, upon his doll.
Gau shifts in his slumber, and for an instant, there is a chill that crawls beneath Raikou's skin, causing quakes above. He slides back beneath the covers, straightening them over Gau.
He hesitates, and then burrows his face against those curls. They do not cut him, holding the fragrance of oranges from an offhand choice of shampoo, and pineapples from its mismatched conditioner.
The coils inside his body still wring tightly, but for another two, who can fit their bodies seamlessly against each other's, but will not allow skin to touch skin.
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Yes, they just had sex.
BECAUSE I CAN.
Though there should be a verification check on the claim…
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