Day2 pt 2
It had been about two hours since Saitama had instructed Genos not to come into the kitchen until he was called. The glass dining table was set with two large ceramic bowls, two bottles of wine and two polished wine glasses. In the middle of the table sat a long, red candle. The tiny flame flickered up against the blossom scented wax, which pooled around the wick, occasionally dripping over the edge and running down the cool shaft of the candle. Saitama wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead and leant against the counter, sighing in relief that he was finally finished with his work. A pan simmered on the hob, and a soft glow from the oven light shone onto the white walls. "Ok," Saitama said to himself out loud. He shuffled over to the bar and poured himself a double shot of tequila, immediately pouring it down his throat and then wincing at the strong taste. 'Is this too much?' he thought to himself, scanning the elegant decor. 'Oh god, what if he thinks it's too much... no calm down.' He poured himself another tequila shot. 'He probably thinks it's weird...' Saitama's paranoia grew. He threw back the shot with more ease than the first time. 'I must seem like such a moron, taking him on vacation when he's only interested in spending time with me to train.' Saitama's thoughts were getting the better of him. 'Well, there's no going back now,' he told himself 'time to call Genos.'
In the bedroom, the young cyborg was staring at himself intently in the full length mirror. He ruffled his textured, blonde hair and it fell back into its usual formation, landing slightly over his eyes. He bit his lip as he tried to adjust the collar on his white shirt. He thought he'd try to dress for the occasion. 'I hope I don't seem too keen, wearing a shirt... does it seem too obvious that my intentions are?...' Genos shook his head, as if trying to shake away the anxious thoughts that bubbled up inside him. He sighed, pacing across the room, back and forth. Genos knew that tonight would be particularly difficult for him. He was sure that if Saitama made kind gestures toward him then it would be harder to suppress how he truly felt. 'Just keep it toned down,' he thought to himself 'don't make it obvious that...'
"Hey! Genos, get in here!" Saitama called from the other end of the villa. Genos tensed up and steam practically oozed from every ridge in his body.
'Here goes...'
'Alcohol will help...' They both thought in unison.
A faint orange glow could be seen through Genos's white shirt as he awkwardly walked into the room. Saitama blushed as he eyed his disciple's clothing. "Nice shirt there Genos." The Cyborg smirked, looking down at the floor.
"The decor looks lovely," he said. The two of them sat down across from each other at the table. Saitama poured two glasses of white zinfandel.
"Food will be ready soon," he grinned, "it's just rice and vegetables, but I kinda spent too long making the room look nice so I didn't have a lot of time to work on the actual food… sorry about that."
"Do not worry about it, Master" Genos's metallic fingers clinked on the shining, polished wine glass as he picked it up. He took a gulp, the taste sensors on his tongue picking up a sweet, fruity taste. "I am always happy with everything that you do."
"Umm.. Genos. Please call me Saitama."
"Right, sorry Saitama." The two sat in relative silence as they made their way through their glasses of wine much quicker than they usually would. A shrill beeping noise cut the tension, and Saitama jumped up from his seat.
"Food should be done now!" He skipped over to the hob, serving up the piping hot food for the two of them.
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The meal went down a treat, and the two friends became more talkative as the as the wine bottles emptied. The empty bowls had been shoved into the middle of the table, and candlelight flickered between them. The two had decided to play a game similar to the one they had enjoyed on the beach, in order to get to know each other better. Although they lived together, they surprisingly didn't talk often about their personal feelings. "Ok, Ok" Saitama laughed, his face was flushed from the humour of Genos's previous question about whether he still grew body hair since he lost the hair on his head (he did). "How about this one?" he dictated, pointing a chop stick at Genos. "If you could have kept one part of your body in it's human form, what would it be?" Genos thought for a moment, the flame from the candle flickering in his yellow irises.
"I would not want to keep any parts of my human body, it was weak and inferior to the body that I have now."
"Yeah but if you had to,"
"I can not possibly forsee a situation where I would have to, Saitama."
"Fine," he sighed, getting up and stumbling over to the bar to retrieve another bottle of wine. "Is red ok this time?" Genos nodded. Saitama sat back down at the table, swinging his legs outwards. His shin brushed against Genos's leg, and a hiss of steam emerged from the cyborg. "Oh, sorry about that!" Saitama yelled, blushing profusely. He poured the two a glass of red wine each.
"It is my turn to ask you a question now," Genos's voice was clouded with a sense of something that Saitama didn't quite understand. "If you had to date somebody in the Hero Association, who would it be?"
"Huh?" Saitama raised an eyebrow at his disciple, who simply stared at him. His eyes had a magnetic hold, and the older man couldn't quite look away.
"Would it be Tatsumaki, as you suggested when you asked me the same question?" Genos's curious face was painted with an almost distressed look.
"Oh yeah, I forgot I asked you that question." Saitama rubbed the back of his neck with his palm awkwardly. "Well… it definitely wouldn't be her!"
"That does not completely answer my question," Genos replied, he grasped his wine glass tightly, awaiting Saitama's reply.
"Well… I suppose…." Saitama began, but before he could answer his question the sharp sound of smashing glass pierced the air. Both men gasped as red wine splashed across their clothing and faces. Saitama stared at the blonde with wide eyes as he sat with just the stem of his wine glass in his hand. Neither of them spoke for a moment. 'I smashed my glass by holding it too tightly,' Genos let panicked thoughts flow through his head like a raging river. "Have I ruined the evening? Have I made Saitama angry? Will he now suspect that I was too curious about his answer to my question?'
Saitama stared in shock, taking in Genos's equal expression. He let a quiet chuckle pass through his lips, which progressed into an infectious, howling laugh. "Dude," he cried, "you seriously don't know your own strength do you?" Saitama's laugh echoed around the room, and soon Genos's lips turned up into a playful smirk. He too began to laugh, although it was less forceful than his master's.
"I didn't mean to," the younger man grinned, shaking red wine out of his hair. "Saitama, your clothes are…" He looked down at is friend's stained t-shirt.
"Yours too…" The two had the same thought, however only Saitama was brave enough to say it.
"Screw shirts, right?" Saitama pulled his shirt up from over his head, revealing his muscular torso, and threw it at Genos's head.
"Hey!" Genos scrambled to get the wet t-shirt off his face, and when he had finally removed it he could see Saitama running for the door, shirtless with the wine bottle in his hand. Steam drifted from the cyborg's shoulders.
Genos tore his own shirt from his hard body, leaving tattered bits of fabric on the kitchen floor. When he finally arrived outside, Saitama was nowhere to be seen. "S-saitama?" Genos was on guard, suspecting that his friend was hiding, waiting to get him back for covering him in red wine. He wandered around the front garden, but couldn't seem to find him anywhere. 'Odd,' he thought, peering round the front gate, still with no sign of him. His eyes scanned the area for signs of nearby life force, but before he could pick up any readings, he heard a joyful scream coming from behind the house. Genos bolted in the direction of the sound, only to find Saitama stood, his eyes wide with excitement as he stared at a beautifully crafted wooden patio.
"They didn't mention this on the website!" he yelled,
"Mention what?…" Saitama pointed and Genos followed his outstretched finger to a large hot tub that sat on the painted wooden decking. Saitama look like a kid in a candy store, or a fan girl who had just spotted her favourite celebrity. He shimmied round the back of it, hanging ivy leaves brushing against his hairless head.
"Where is it?" He fumbled behind the hot tub, eventually finding a button and turning it on. Powerful jets splashed inside the hot tub, and lights shone within it too. He carelessly threw himself inside, immersing himself in the bubbling water and soaking Genos with a gracious splash. Saitama stuck half of his head under the water and blew tiny bubbles with the air from his nose. "Get in here!" he beckoned to Genos, taking around five huge gulps from the bottle of wine still in his hand, finishing it off.
"Are you drunk, Saitama?" Genos asked him. Saitama simply stuck out his hand and curled his finger, beckoning his friend into the hot tub.
Genos made his way up two wooden steps, and up to the gurgling water of the hot tub, he pulled himself inside with a splash rivalling Saitama's. He could feel the jetted bubbles against the touch receptors of his metal plates. The water was warm and comforting, and he soon found himself relaxing against the edge of the tub. His eyes were fixed on a drunk Saitama, who carelessly toyed with the hanging leaves above his head. "Hey Genos," Saitama began, his disciple locked eyes with him. "I know that you only spend time with me because you want to get stronger, but… thanks… thanks for coming with me on this vacation." Genos furrowed his brow.
"I spend so much time with you Saitama, because I enjoy your company." He admitted this fact without hesitation. "I think that you are the most amazing man that I have ever met." The steam that he omitted from his shoulders and back was masked by the steam from the bubbling hot tub. Saitama blushed, his white teeth held onto his bottom lip as he let out a smirk.
"You're too kind to me, y'know," he told Genos, who didn't break his intense gaze.
"What do you mean?" the cyborg asked.
"Well… you always tell me how great I am at everything."
"That is the truth though mast… I mean, Saitama." The older man could feel his head swimming with wine filled thoughts. His emotions were running at an all time high.
"You know, I think you're pretty great too." He admitted this with an unusual sense of caring brewing in his eyes. Genos's steam was a little more obvious this time.
"Saitama, you are just intoxicated…" Genos began. His master interrupted him.
"No, no… I still think like this when i'm sober. Alcohol just makes me feel more brave and open, do you know what I mean?"
"Yes." Genos gulped, and he could feel himself almost drifting off into a world of fantasy with Saitama's words ringing in his head. Saitama moved his way around the hot tub, the warm water brushing against his chest. When he was close enough to the blonde, he placed a strong hand on his shoulder. Genos may as well have been a cloud at this point, but the steam did not deter Saitama.
"I think that you're the best person that I have ever met," he smiled at Genos with a loving expression. The drunken brain-fog seemed to coat his truthful words in confidence, and an intoxicated state drove his body to do what he would otherwise be too scared to achieve.
"I…" the cyborg tried to get his words out, but stumbled over them. He bit his lip, hardly believing the situation that he was in. "I know that you're the best person that I have…" He stopped as Saitama's face moved closer to his own. "I…" Genos could see the older man's lips moving toward his own. His core began to whir faster than it ever had before. He could feel his body tensing as Saitama's arm dropped from his shoulder glowing to his waist.
"Master Saitama…" the disciple could barely get another word in as Saitama pressed his warm lips against Genos's. His black and gold eyes widened as his master toyed at his lip with his wet tongue. The two men, surrounded by a cloud of hot steam, became intertwined with each other. Their arms wrapped around each other's bodies. Saitama's hand was tangled within Genos's soft hair. The kiss deepened and Saitama let his dominant tongue enter his disciple's mouth. Their tongues danced together. The two let out breathy moans in-between the kisses.
"I've wanted to do this…" Saitama breathed his words onto Genos's neck with warm air, "for such a long time." Suddenly, Genos realised what was happening, and pulled away immediately. He wanted Saitama, but not like this.
"No master!" he cried, "you are not in your right mind!" Saitama frowned, he looked over as the empty bottle of wine floated on the surface of the water that surrounded them.
"You might not believe me," he began, "but i've wanted to do that for… forever." He grasped Genos's hand under the water, stroking his palm with his fingertips. "I'm sorry… I'm sorry that I did it!"
"No!" Genos shouted the retort a little louder than expected, causing Saitama to jump a little. "I mean, you shouldn't be sorry. I just need to know that you're serious about wanting to do that." Genos stood up, warm water dripping from his broad shoulders. "Come with me, Saitama." He held his hand out, and the older man took it into his grasp. The two of them climbed out of the hot tub and Genos led his stumbling, drunk master into the front room.
The cyborg lay Saitama down on the sofa, covering him with a nearby blanket. "Come and sleep on here with me," Saitama purred as he snuggled into the soft blanket. Genos hesitated,
"I… I shouldn't…"
"Come on, it'll be nice." It was difficult to resist the older man, as the cyborg already knew that he had wanted to sleep beside his master in this way for a very long time. He gazed at Saitama lovingly, but with a hint of suspicion. 'What if he regrets this in the morning?' he thought.
"Ok," he finally agreed, "but in the morning, we will need to have a conversation about this." Saitama seemed not to listen to Genos after the work 'ok'. He pulled the mechanical arm down beside him on the large sofa. He threw his arm around Genos, pulling him closer beside him. It didn't take long for the drunker man to fall asleep, his warm body pressing up against Genos's metal frame. The cyborg regulated his temperature as he lay beside Saitama, so the drunken man didn't overheat. In time, Genos drifted off to sleep too, thinking of the awkward conversation that he was to have in the morning.