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Wake Up Call
Yato was seriously considering how he ended up here. No. and not literally standing over Yuki's sleeping form admiring the way the pale skin of his chest rose and fall with every soft breath typical of deep sleep. He was wondering how him, a god, had become a babysitter for recovering addicts. He didn't have an inspiring sense to help people or any addictions himself. Or that's what he told himself.
"Yukiiii" he whispered softly, at first. It was almost noon and though Yato had given Yuki the day off from helping him with his errands that didn't mean he could sleep all day. Idleness never lead to anything good.
Yato also wondered why he had been noticing little things about Yuki. Like the way his face reddened when they ate curry for dinner, or how slight the curve of his back was that lead down to his healthy ass, or even the way he formed his lips to say his name, the slight pout and curve of his lips exciting him. And he was still standing here trying to wake him up. The boy was tangled in a sea of deep blue sheets with a folded over pillow under his head. The covers hugged and coiled around his waist and legs leave his feet and upper body exposed.
Yato grinned like a cat. He had an idea.
Moments later, Yuki was screaming from the cold water Yato had poured on his face.
"What the hell?" He asked, rubbing water from his eyes.
"Get up! It's almost noon. Even though you aren't helping me, you still have your meeting".
Yuki groaned as water droplets from his hair blurred his vision of the blue haired god. He had gotten use to him now. His stupid antics and his patronizing way of talking.
"Yea I know. Just because you're my babysitter doesn't mean you have to baby me. I've been going for the past 3 months."
To Yato's dismay, the water hadn't hindered Yuki's appeal. It made his look vulnerable, like a fish out of water. The way the water travelled down his throat and chest was doing something to Yato's stomach and groin.
He had to get out of Yuki's room.
"Fine. Just get dressed and get out of here". Yato almost had forgotten about why he needed Yuki out of the house. He had to set up, make arrangements, order food, and decorate. 90 days sober was a big deal, most people revert back after only a month. He was proud of Yuki, so proud he wanted to congratulate him with a small get together of what little friends Yato know that weren't under the influence and some of the members from his meetings.
"Yea, yea, yea. You get out first." Yuki shifted deeper into the covers. Good thing he hadn't flipped out entirely and left himself exposed to the hentai. He had laid in bed last night with some thoughts he'd rather evaluate sooner than later. After his release, he had passed out. It was a wonder he somehow got the covers over him.
Yato eyed him suspiciously. He noticed Yuki pull the covers over himself and wondered if a prude like Yuki slept naked. He hadn't noticed before. It would change the way Yato approached waking Yuki up in the morning. With a hidden grin, Yato left Yuki to dress and clean the mess left behind with water.