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Hiruma didn't bother knocking, it was his fucking house and no little brat that couldn't get up at a decent hour was going to change that. Hiruma scowled at the mess the bed had been made into; covers were clumped all over the place, leaking over the sides, spilling across the headboard. Pillows as well were scattered intermittently, some on the floor, some sticking out of the folds of the blankets like rocks in mud.
"Che"
Hiruma approached the bed, hands buried deep in his pockets, a scowl on his face. Absently he kicked the closest pillow at the pile of blankets; it made contact with a soft thump before falling back to the ground. With the little bit of courtesy he had left he waited for some kind of movement but nothing stirred within the damn nest. Patience fraying Hiruma reached out to snatch the whole freaking pile off the bed, but suddenly the blood drained from his face which took on a well-practiced neutral gaze. His heart raced into his throat, partly out of surprise and another emotion he was not looking too far into.
Buried within the heart of the mess was the brat, the mostly naked brat, the fast asleep, complete innocent, naked, helpless looking brat. He was curled in on himself, like a dog, his face pressed against his knees, his messy hair spread around his face. Hiruma traced his eyes from his mussed hair down past his softly curving neck, dipped into the curvature of his spine, down to the cutest dimples right above his hips, where the towel that he had obviously worn to bed, now rested low on.
The only outward signs of Hiruma's distress were his tensed shoulder muscles and the slight dimple his canine made in his lip as he worried at it, but inside his soul uncurled with a possessive snarl. It examined the boy in front of them, paced in tense restless agitation, then undeniably pushed him to claim. With quite the snarl of his own Hiruma turned on his heal and stalked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Inside the bedroom Sena groggily cracked open an eyelid unsure of what had woken him. Slowly he became aware of the state his body was in, limbs felt too heavy and warm, his skin stretched tight across his frame. Slowly he uncurled, arching off the bed to stretch his back and limbs. Sena sighed at the feeling of the smooth cool sheets gliding across his skin and rolled onto his stomach just to feel their caress again. With a smile he buried his face into a pillow, breathing deeply, although a little restless, like his skin had grown too small for him, inside he felt content. He laid there for some time, just enjoying the feeling in his body before the growing restlessness forced him from his homemade cocoon.
It wasn't until he had dressed himself in blue jeans and a light red t-shirt and was on his way to the bathroom to brush his teeth did he truly remember where he was and the situation he was in. He froze, one foot in the bathroom, his hand resting lightly on the doorframe. It can't be helped he decided; besides Hiruma hadn't really done anything to deserve fear, surely he could at least continue to keep his mind open. Determined Sena entered the bathroom to brush his teeth, yes he must keep his mind open to the fact that maybe he could have a relationship with this man.
With his new determination intact Sena took the liberty of looking for some breakfast, in the dining room an impressive array had been set out. Fruits, pastries, crepes, even the scent of bacon and biscuits wafted from covered metal trays placed in the center, unfortunately there was no Hiruma.
With a frown Sena went back into the entry way, looking for a clue to his host's presence, it seemed too rude to eat without him, besides Sena had hoped they could possibly talk a little. Aimlessly Sena started to explore the first floor. It seemed to be made mostly of the essential rooms; he found the living room, a large bathroom, the kitchen, and the laundry room, but no sign of Hiruma.
A little dejectedly he climbed to the second floor, but all he could find were guest rooms almost identical to his own, along with a couple linen closets. Eventually Sena found himself at the stairs that led to the third floor, as he looked up at the landing he felt a kind of trepidation, like he wasn't welcome in this specific area. Sean grasped the railing with to tight fingers and bit his lip in worry; certainly Hiruma was up there, unless he had left the villa without telling him. Sena rejected that idea almost as soon as it had formed, not even Hiruma would leave without telling his guest.
Sena took his first step, hesitantly putting his foot on the stair than froze waiting to see if any one appeared to yell at him. When no one did he cautiously took the next step, the entire time his eyes trained on the approaching landing. Sena had bravely transcended half of the steps before a low chuckle sounded behind him. Sena turned sharply, his stomach dropping, behind him Hiruma casually rested one hip against the curving banister, his arms crossed across his chest, a grocery back help loosely in one hand.
"Looking for something?" he rumbled.
Sena's smile was wide and warm as he took a couple steps towards him, "Hiruma! I couldn't find you. I thought we could have breakfast." He finished shyly; looking at him through his lashes because he was too scared to directly meet his eyes.
Something close to a genuine laugh left Hiruma, "It's after 12 shrimp."
"O" Sena murmured feeling the heat sweep up his neck and across his cheeks. "Don't worry brat, I had something similar in mind." Hiruma handed the bag up to Sena before carefully stepping around him heading up the stairs.
Sena blinked after him in confusion, was Hiruma actually taking his request not to be touched seriously? Curiously Sena looked into the bag and grinned, inside was a plain white linen table cloth and plastic forks and spoons.
Hiruma reappeared at the top of the staircase with his laptop in his hands. "Come on damn brat, I know your dying to go outside."
Unceremoniously Hiruma dropped the table cloth on the ground before dumping the utensils and napkins in a mile. A little more carefully Sena sat the platter of food that they had chosen; well he had chosen while Hiruma scowled at him, in the center of the blanket, it consisted mostly of fruits and sandwiches.
They ate in fairly comfortable silence, Sena sitting cross-legged on one side while Hiruma sprawled on his back on the other.
"Hmm?" Sena asked turning towards him when Hiruma lazily drawled his name. Reflexively Sena opened his mouth when a small fruit was nudged against his lips, automatically taking the strawberry as Hiruma grinned evilly at him, his fingers lingering just scant centimeters from Sena's lips. Hiruma cackled as Sena blushed furiously, touching his own fingers to his tingling lips.
"Go explore fucking brat, I'll find something to amuse myself with." Sena stared wide eyes at Hiruma who rolled onto his side facing away from him. Slowly Sena rose to his feet, he was loathe to leave Hiruma alone but he wanted to explore so bad. Reluctantly Sena left him, the smell of grass and trees to tempting to resist.
Sena explored for hours delighting in the slightest pleasures, the feel of grass brushing past his legs, the flash of an insects wings, the wonder of startling a doe and its fawn grazing at the edge of the woods. He ran simply because he could, his face lifted towards the wind and the sun, laughing whenever the feeling came upon him.
As Sena kneeled to watch a line of ants marching its way to or from a food source Sena was startled be the rumbling of his stomach, rubbing it he looked at the sky wondering how long he had been exploring but the sun was not visible over the tree line. Deciding he had enough Sena started slowly picking his way back to where they had eaten earlier, although certainly Hiruma had went back to the house.
Sena was startled at the sight of the cloth still laid out, a large sandwich wrapped in plastic set next to an unopened coke. Looking around Sena did not see Hiruma but absently picked up the sandwich, unwrapping it as he moved away from the cloth. He smiled slightly at the man's thoughtfulness; he must have realized that Sena was going to be awhile. His explorations had not brought him back to this side of the area and he was curious if there was anything unusual.
Sena had not ventured far when he heard the gentle sound of water hitting rock, excitedly he picked up his pace, hoping to find a stream wrapping through the vegetation. Instead he found a small pond, its waters clear and blue, its size no more than a casual swimming pool. Just in front of Sena laid Hiruma, stretched out on a long flat rock parallel to the pond that looked like it had been moved to this place specifically for sunbathing. Hiruma has his arms crossed behind his head, the leg farthest from Sena bent up at an angel. Sena's soul for the first time that day stood up and demanded that Sena join him!
He must have made some kind of sound, a whimper or a squeak, as Hiruma cracked an eye at him, grinning just enough to flash a canine. "Done playing?" He asked tiredly before stretching his arms behind his head, arching himself on the rock. For once Sena was already prepared, his bottom lip held tightly in the grasp of his teeth in order to stop the small gasp that seeped up his throat at the sight of Hiruma's shirt riding up his chest, which was lightly tanned with clearly visible lean muscles.
But despite his efforts Hiruma noticed his face and an evil smirk stretched his lips, returning his arms to their original place behind his head, "Well to bad I'm not allowed to touch you or we could do something to take care of those urges you're having right now. O well," Hiruma sighed rising to his feet, once again stretching his arms over his head, showing the tantalizing V of his hips. "Come on fucking brat, I got a sunburn from waiting for you for so long."
That night Sena once again laid himself in his cocoon of blankets and pillows, curled in tightly around himself. With a groan Sena thought of the way Hiruma looked laid out on that rock, his shirt just falling short of his tight black pants, his hair even blonder in the sunlight. And as Sena looked back on the memory for the first time he noticed the metal in Hiruma's ears and for some reason it caused heat to pool in his veins, whimpering piteously Sena rolled over, stuffing his face under a pillow, determined to think no more on it.