Chapter: 2/?
Word Count: 930
Pairings: Senji Kiyomasa (Crow)/Toto Sakigami (Mockingbird), Hinted Ganta Igarashi (Woodpecker)/Shiro
Warnings: Teasing, Strong language?, Possible OOC
AN: Working on chapter two already, right away. XD It's funny how much muse I have for this story. Hopefully I can get something done on it. Anyway, hope you guys enjoy!
Chapter Two: Set The Bait ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
The room was quiet, now, what with his precious Wretched Egg running off with Ganta again. With a lazy sort of roll, Toto Sakigami rolled onto his stomach and lifted a single cookie from the tin that Shiro guarded ferociously. Looking over the little vanilla biscuit, he frowned before bringing it to his lips. It didn't taste near as good as he'd hoped, but it was still good enough to make his stomach relax.
Even still, he disliked being alone, even in Shiro's room, so soon he was on his feet, the cookie nibbled on and forgotten on the floor. As he made his way for the exit, he began to think of who he could bother, and immediately that beautiful one-eyed man came into view of his mind's eye. With a placating smirk, he headed for his favorite G Ward prisoner's room. Not finding him there, he checked the infirmary before his feet carried him to the training room. It was only one of three places the Crow would ever be found…
Stepping in the room without a sound, silent and smirking, he watched the man lifting his weights with glee. Before he knew what was happening, there was a soft, warm weight against his left thigh, and the lightest of feather-light touches skated down his bare stomach, skipping his hips completely, and finally ended down at his right knee. A soft sigh of contentment left the body laid up against his lap, and soon it was obvious just who was there.
Golden eyes currently hid behind pale lids as he hummed a slow lullabye, almost eerily so, the teal-haired Deadman pet the other's knee gently. Even he didn't understand his attraction to the crow, fully, and even stranger still, he found himself watching him when he could. Sure, Shiro was usually his main focus, but that focus had begun to split as of late.
"Don't stop on my account." He began slowly, licking his lips in that way that left most people feeling warm and uncomfortable, "I like to watch." And, now those piercing eyes locked onto his target, and that pleasant, easy-going smile was back in place.
"Gah!" Nearly dropping the weights onto his own chest, Crow hooked the bar in place before sitting up and shooting his hips back, eye wide. "What the hell do you think you're doing, Mockingbird?!" He cried, "That's dangerous!" The little chuckle he earned as the smaller male crawled up onto the bench like a predator closing in on his prey left gooseflesh spreading over his skin, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"You're so jumpy..." That smile in place, he sat down comfortably at the foot of the weight bench, hands between his thighs so he could lean on them, "It's actually kind of cute." Tilting his head and letting his eyes fall closed, he didn't seem to be that threatening right now. "How dangerous can it really be to show my love for you? It isn't like I'm weak." He added with a bit of a slant to his eyes.
"Love? You're barely eighteen, you hardly know the meaning of the word!" Crawling out from the top of the bench, he looked around frantically for his jacket so he could leave. "You're just dangerous, that's all. Well, you make other people dangerous..." Frowning, he turned, and it gave the smaller the opening he had so wanted. Sliding up against that muscled back, he nearly purred with delight as his hands scraped dull nails against rock hard abs.
Jumping away with a frown on his face, Senji sighed, "I don't remember you being like this before. You were crazy about fights, not about touching me. What's your angle?" Crooking a brow at the younger male, he crossed his arms as his eye raked the other's skin. Scars seemed littered just about everywhere, but everyone here had them. Scars were just a way of life in Wonderland, and it was something that seemed to make others beautiful. His eye transfixed on the one barely hidden by the kid's hair, and he sighed a little.
"Oh, you know. I told you, I was dead for a little while. Being dead sort of makes you rethink your priorities." Swirling closer to the other, they soon stood nearly chest to chest as those golden eyes peered up at him from beneath seafoam green hair, "And I decided I loved you more than fighting. Though we could fight if you really want to." With a precious little wink, he looked up with a softer smile; one that made the muscular man sigh softly.
"So, you love me, do you?" He looked towards the ceiling a moment, as though praying to whatever God listened to a semi-closeted bisexual with a stalker that this was the right choice, before taking in those gorgeous eyes again, "Let me think about it, alright?" He questioned finally, trying to hide a smile behind his hand as the smaller clapped and spun around.
What's with this little fireball? He's almost too nuts to be this cute... Senji thought to himself, watching as Toto simply walked from the room, sashaying his hips a bit more than necessary. You really dodged a bullet there, Crow. He added in his thoughts, letting loose a breath he hadn't realized he was holding, before turning back to the weight bench. The thoughts filing into his head, now, made such a thing impure, and he wasn't sure he'd be able to continue that. Back to the punching bag it was, it seemed.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ AN: There we go, chapter two, all pretty and finished. I hope you guys are enjoying this story so far! I'm having a lot of fun writing it.
