This was a thing I wrote for someone on tumblr, spur of the moment kinda thing.
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Rikuo stood, arms crossed, face placid, watching patiently as Kazahaya performed his usual vent. Something about Rikuo pinching his butt at work today and spraying water on him while he was washing dishes just minutes ago.
Rikuo licked his bottom lip slowly, studying the way Kazahaya's eyes gleamed with anger, how the water, still fresh from Rikuo's recent attack, trickled down the side of Kazahaya's face, some hairs sticking to his skin. He noticed the red on Kazahaya's cheeks from frustration, the way his voice was starting to break and squeak from over exertion, and now, how he had to stop just to take a few breaths.
Rikuo wondered if he was some kind of sadist. He loved watching Kazahaya get riled up, face contorting into pure, stubborn anger. He couldn't deny how his heart beat faster, blood rushing and cock stiffening every time his roommate would overreact to something. Rikuo loved to pick on him just to watch Kazahaya's reactions, get a sick thrill off of them, fantasize Kazahaya's getting red in the face and screaming for an entirely different reason.
But Rikuo would never harm Kazahaya. Oh no. The thin, fragile boy way already a liability by himself. Rikuo found himself wanting to take care of Kazahaya, of all things. He wanted to hold him close, away from danger, away from lustful eyes, to keep him near and always to himself. Rikuo would watch Kazahaya while he slept, while the smaller teen had snuck into his bed at night, or before Rikuo would rudely awaken him in his own bed. He would observe Kazahaya's relaxed, peaceful face. How his eyebrows hung lightly above his closed lids, not furrowed down to the point of causing wrinkles on his forehead. Or how his lips would be lax, parted slightly, instead of a deep frown that ruined his pretty, angelic face.
"Are you listening to me?" Kazahaya screeched, snapping Rikuo out of his daydreams.
"Am I supposed to?" Rikuo replied sarcastically, smirking, uncrossing his arms.
As usual, Kazahaya blew up about that too. Rikuo's smirk widened as Kazahaya stepped closer to him, trying to get in his face and poking Rikuo's chest with a harsh finger as he continued to complain. He was running out of things to say, however, and resorted to name calling. Kazahaya was so predictable, Rikuo wondered if the empath had any idea how amusing and gratifying his outbursts were to him. Rikuo chuckled lightly, he couldn't help it. Was it possible to look so cute and sexy at the same time? Rikuo would put this theory to the test one day.
Kazahaya stopped dramatically, Rikuo grinned, his fingers itching to reach out and touch the dirty blond.
"Did you just laugh at me?" Kazahaya's voice had drastically changed from screaming and hollering to an almost whisper. Rikuo felt his body shudder. Kazahaya was breathing hard, chest moving up and down, the coloration in his face dulling to a light pink. Rikuo pretended that the drying water over his skin was sweat. But it wasn't enough, something was wrong with this picture.
Ah, his eyes. They were too intense for this fantasy. Rikuo wanted to see them hazy, half lidded, and dark. He brought a hand up, brushing away some of the hair that was sticking to Kazahaya's face, obscuring his caramel colored eyes.
Kazahaya blinked, and suddenly his lips were neutral, his brows up, and his eyes wide, innocent. Rikuo moved his hand down, knuckles caressing Kazahaya's jaw
"Who wouldn't?"
And with that he turned around, once again stomping on the urge to lean in and give into the desires of his heart.
Kazahaya probably tried to growl behind him, but with his hoarse voice only a squeak emerged and Rikuo laughed as he shut the door to his room.