Title: Cathartic
Rating/Pairing: T/KxT
It was supposed to be cathartic, this writing thing they were trying. Tokito glanced across the kitchen table at his flat-mate and wondered again how the hell he'd talked him into this. It wasn't that he particularly hated any one thing about writing, he just didn't want to waste his time trying to think of something clever just to find out Kubo-chan'd gone and drawn weird pictures on his page for the last hour instead of writing some stupid secret or want that he had.
That was the whole point of sitting here like this; the hard, worn wooden chair biting into his thighs and making his ass go numb while he gnawed absently on the pencil's eraser. He really didn't know what to write. He was trying to remember something that Kubo-chan didn't already know about him. Some little sliver of memory or a new flavor of Lotte's gum or something that showed he was trying. But the only thing he could think of he wasn't gonna tell him. Nope. No way, no how. He'd bite his tongue off before squealing.
The microwave timer dinged loudly in the quiet. Shit. Okay, screw it; he had to write something after all, those were the rules. He scribbled something half legible and tossed his half of the paper across the table, snatching the offered scrap Kubota held lightly between smoky finger tips.
Clutching the piece to his chest he scurried from the room. He was damned if he was gonna sit there and let Kubota laugh at him while he read his one and only secret. Slamming the bedroom door shut he burrowed under the blankets, only his toes and a spiky fringe of ruffled hair showing under the white fluffiness. He took a steadying breath and uncurled his bad hand from the crumpled sheet.
He almost couldn't see straight. Looking at the small neat handwriting he tried to remember to breathe, tried to remember to blink and loose his fingers before they shredded the sheets beneath his claws. He felt the air leave him in a whoosh as the door clicked open softly, the light fall of socked feet quietly padding across the floor and the creak of the bed as it dipped under their combined weight suddenly felt over whelming in the silence.
Cool fingers dipped into the nook between the top of his head and the comforter, lightly ruffling the dark hair and sliding down to fondle the shell of his ear. He shivered as the blankets were pulled from his shoulders. He shuddered as his shirt was discarded as well and he cried out when those fingers seemed to magically be everywhere at the same time; all consuming and scorching in their intensity. He smiled around the foreign tongue in his mouth and gave in.
Sometimes, the best secrets were the ones you shared.
Fin.