Started 08/22/2014

Finished: 08/22/2014

Revision: Eternity….

Mood Music:Sunrise by Norah Jones

My heart and my soul are in the eternal debt of my BETA: Prince, who puts up with me without fail.

Notations:Established Relationship, College AU, Very innocent immature boys

WARNINGS: Fluff… much fluff. Slight mention of sexual content.

Repletum

Chapter 06: Awake

In which Midousuji finds the comfort of warmth

Nothing warms my dark cold heart, nothing but the fire of your soul and the sun in your smile.

It was clear that Sakamichi wanted to say something. Probably something gross, too.

The problem was that he was taking an eternity to ask and it was annoying Midousuji to no end.

He finally snapped when Sakamichi, for what seemed like the 100th time that night, opened and closed his mouth like a fish out of water when he caught Midousuji's eye.

"What! What is it!?"

Sakamichi jumped, his bright blue eyes widening, "Ah! Midousuji-kun… Ah." He started and Midousuji steeled himself because it would be at least another five minutes of time wasted by his boyfriend's stuttering.

"Well… I just wanted to.. ah.. maybe tonight...we could…"

Midousuji's eye twitched, and he thought it might be easier to use the process of elimination to determine what was on Sakamichi's mind rather than to sit here and suffer through this conversation.

"What? Another anime? Is that what you want?"

Sakamichi's shook his head, "Oh! Uh, No, that's not what I wan- Wait!" His eyes shone like stars at the mention of his hobby, "Do you want to watch one? There is this new one by-"

"No! Gross!" Midousuji spat out, "I was just asking if that was what you wanted to ask, idiot."

He shook his head again, pouting a bit as he came down from his high "N-No. That's not it."

Midousuji rolled his eyes, flopping back dramatically on the floor of Sakamichi's plain one room apartment. "Gross. What is it? A new food? New restaurant? A new course? What! What is it?"

He turned his head to look at Sakamichi and smirked when he saw the his bright blush, thinking that he should maybe run his tongue over the flushed red apples of his cheeks because Sakamichi's surprised face was always hilarious.

"I wanted to ask if...ah...if you wanted to…with me?" Sakamichi's face was so red, he looked like he was going to catch on fire. Midousuji frowned, and sat up, cocking his head at the boy. He didn't catch the entirety of that sentence, so he asked, "What? You wanna what?"

Sakamichi buried his face in his hands, mumbling pathetically.

"Hey!" Midousuji barked because Sakamichi was taking forever and it was not going to help if he mumbled into his hands. He tried to figure out what he wanted because it might be a while before Sakamichi got himself together, that weakling.

Sakamichi wanted to do something with him. Something that warranted all this blushing, and foolish blubbering. What could it be?

Midousuji blinked, when an idea, an inkling of what Sakamichi might be asking came to mind.

Oh.

Oh…..

He narrowed his eyes at the still embarrassed boy, and he knew there was a faint hue of pink on his cheeks. While he was not against the idea, it was humiliating that Sakamichi, who can't even look at Midosuji naked without dying of embarrassment, was the one who asked, was the one even talking about sex, but at the same time, a tingling started in his stomach. A warm wave of heat filled him and he suddenly felt light headed. No, he wouldn't mind going there with Sakamichi. The boy's lust filled eyes along with the sounds he made when they got a little too heated in their kisses made Midousuji crave for more and he guessed today was the day to give in to those cravings. It was still gross that he mentioned it first, but the thing with Sakamichi was that you never know what he was going to do. He tried to be as brash and unaffected about it as usual. "Are you talking about sex, Sakamichi!? You trying to get in my pants?" He felt the blush on his face grow and sneered to cover it.

Sakamichi's face shot up so fast, eyes so wide and his previously red face drained of the blush, looking pale. At that reaction, Midousuji knew he had made a mistake. Damn it.

"NO! That is NOT what I asked!" Sakamichi shouted, waving his hands wildly, and his face was somehow redder than before, "NO! That's- NOT..what I...what I asked..." He froze, and he blinked at Midousuji, his eyes suddenly warm, "Is… um...is that something….you want to...uh well-"

Midousuji reacted in the same way. "NO! Gross! SO grooooooooooooss! NO! I just said it because I thought you were asking about it, you gross moron! Idiot! Talk clearly next time!"

Sakamichi stuttered like the awkward shy boy he was, "S-s-s-sorry! Didn't...uh.. I didn't mean to ask- But no...that's not what I meant. But ah… haha." He looked at the floor, avoiding Midousuji's gaze.

Midousuji in turn, rolled his eyes, and crawled over, his long limbs hauling him to the hunched over figure of his boyfriend and he bent his head, twisting his neck until he was in Sakamichi's line of sight. Sakamichi caught his eyes and more color flooded his cheeks.

Midousuji didn't say anything for a bit, but he was quickly getting annoyed, "WHAT IS IT THEN?" He finally barked out, scaring Sakamichi, and he jumped like a rabbit.

"Sorry! It's… I'm worried you might not want to try it. Maybe...uh.. maybe we should uh… wait."

Midousuji narrowed his eyes, "For the love of god, what is it you gross moron!? Just tell me! At least tell me before getting all…" He gestured to the shy figure in front of him, "gross like this. It's stupid. It's not like I'll hate you or whatever."

Sakamichi looked up at him, his eyes warm again and grateful, and it made Midousuji feel fussy worms under his skin. He was the one who looked away next, and Sakamichi sighed, "I know… I just don't want to make you uncomfortable. But...ah, what I wanted to ask you was.. if you wanted to...um… sleep with me and uh… cuddle." His face was still so red when Midousuji looked up at him, but his eyes were determined and reassured, "If-if-if you want to, though! And I'll understand if you don't! I know you still like your personal boundaries and of course I'll respect that, but I really want to… hold you and you know cudd-"

"Stop! Stop talking so much! I get it." Midousuji said quickly, his voice a slight pitch higher, and he tried to wipe the blush on his face. Why was he so flustered!? They weren't in high school anymore! They had even kissed already! And not just a touch of lips. It was the type of session that left them both needy and wanting more, but they didn't dare yet to cross that certain line. Why was this… this stupid cuddling.. such a big deal?

Sakamichi bit his lip and blinked up at him. Midousuji huffed impatiently, and glanced at his little red faced boyfriend. It was true that Midousuji had strict rules of personal space, that Sakamichi, ever so obedient, followed it to the letter. More often than not, it was Midousuji, with a sudden unintentional motion, that broke the rules and touched Sakamichi. The flame in his heart would suddenly spurr and this miscalculation in his behavior caused him to go along with it. It was him that initiated those first kisses.

But laying in bed, cuddling, that seemed so gross. And though he didn't say anything, his face probably displayed the disgust he was feeling about the subject.

Sakamichi caught his expression and his hopeful, warm eyes dimmed suddenly. Instead, disappointment filled them, but he kept his smile just the same, "We don't have to! It's not a big deal! Uh, but if you want to stay anyway, I can sleep on the couch like last time! Need me to change the sheets?"

Midousuji glared at him. It wasn't fair that Sakamichi had all these rules to follow in their relationship and Midousuji didn't even take requests. He hated this idea of gross cuddling, but the unfairness was even more disgusting.

He let out an exasperated, exaggerated sigh that really was more like a groan, "Fine! I'll do the gross stupid cuddling or whatever. I'll stay." He rolled his eyes to Sakamichi and stuck out his tongue, an insult in his face, but it was quickly sucked in at the sight of Sakamichi's joy filled face.

He was leaning forward, his smile bright in the dim light of the room, and the hues of the t.v. illuminated his face to look angelic, "REALLY? You really want to!?"

Midousuji had never been particularly strong around Sakamichi, often crumbling some of his resolve when concerning the small climber, and that was even before he liked him. Now, it was almost impossible to not just dumbly agree to whatever Sakamichi said if the reward was that smile aimed at him and only him.

"Yes! You idiot! Don't- Don't ask again or I'll say no next time!" He shouted back, trying to stop the flush of his cheeks and the rising panic in his voice. While in a race, he could act in a manner that would help him achieve victory, but in his own private life, with Sakamichi around, he couldn't seem to ever slip into his acting role. He desperately wanted to look unaffected and bored with the concept of cuddling.

Gross.

Sakamichi's eyes were so warm and he tilted his head, his mouth turning soft into a smile that was only reserved for him. Oh, he had noticed that it was only for him. It was smaller, yes, and not as bright or blinding, but it was fuller, deeper, heavy and light at the same time. In that smile there was meaning and love. It usually appeared after Midousuji would break his own rules; after a kiss, or suddenly when Midosuji would say something. Sakamichi would look up at him with that small, full smile, and glowing bright eyes.

It was gross, but Midousuji dreamed of that smile.

"You're so sweet, Midousuji-kun." He said quietly with that smile in place and warm eyes. "Thank you."

Midousuji reacted very forcefully to that, slapping his hands over his face with a groan and he flopped back, rolling away from Sakamichi very dramatically, "UGH! GROSS! You are so gross, so gross, so gross." He kept mumbling into his hands, but he peeked over to Sakamichi to see if the smile was still there, and when he saw that it was, he groaned again, and rolled even further away.

Sakamichi laughed, giggling like some happy little girl, before standing up. "Oh-okay, well, I guess I'll go change…?"

Midousuji stopped his rolling and looked up at him, "Hah, whatever."

A blush highlighted Sakamichi's features, and he stuttered through the next couple of words, I'll w-wait in the b-bedroom... ah… I guess?"

Midousuji sneered at him, but it was only to cover his own gross blush. "Well, obviously, stupid! Where else will we sleep!?"

"R-Right! Uh.. See you!" His enthusiasm was pouring out of him and he was becoming jittery. He tripped into the hallway because of his eagerness to get ready.

Midousuji laughed at his clumsiness and then sat up.

He was regretting saying yes. How gross! Sleeping with someone, even if it was Sakamichi, was so dirty. People always looked a wreck in the morning, and he wasn't looking forward to seeing Sakamichi in that state.

He leaned his head back, knocking it against the wall. This was going to be a long night.

After he got ready putting on some loose shorts, a clean shirt, and brushing his teeth, he tentatively made it to Sakamichi's bedroom. Of course, Sakamichi was laying there, hidden underneath the pale blue comforter, in a huddled bundle. It didn't make sense that Sakamichi had all these blankets when he was always so warm. He didn't need all those blankets. Midousuji was already annoyed at that, and this night was proving to be a sacrifice.

"Alright, how do we do this…cuddling thing?" He said with a business like tone, crawling into the bed and under the heavy blankets.

The Sakamichi bundle shifted and out of the mass, Sakamichi's eyes appeared. The blue of his eyes were brighter without his glasses. It was always so jarring to see how his face changed without his glasses. His eyes sharpened, and the sky blue turned deeper with bits of the universe in them. Secretly, very secretly, Midousuji loved his eyes like that. "Ah… It's like hugging… but.. laying together.. like a pretzel."

Midousuji gave him a half lidded look, "Like a pretzel? Really? Really? That's what you think cuddling is?" Sakamichi bit his lip and shifted closer, "Ah…Yeah? I think?"

Midousuji frowned at him, at his blinking eyes, and his small face that Midousuji could hold so well in his hands. "Pah. Well, get started or whatever! And hurry up! I want to sleep."

Sakamichi smiled again, his expression becoming determined, and he came in closer, wrapping his arms around his waist. Midousuji flinched and turned to stone as Sakamichi tried to make himself comfortable in his hold.

After a few failed attempts, they were starting to realize that some things weren't adding up. It was mostly Midousuji's fault since he wasn't helping in the least. Sakamichi tried to tuck his body into Midousuji, but his head bumped into Midousuji's chin.

"Ow! What the hell, Sakamichi!?"

"SORRY! Midousuji-kun! I'm sorry! Are you okay!?" Sakamichi asked, hastily trying to check, but his arm was trapped under Midousuji's solid weight. His warmth and wiggling was bothering Midousuji, causing a flutter of heat waves in his stomach, "STOP! Stop moving! Stay still!"

Sakamichi froze and Midousuji frowned before he sighed.

"This is stupid, Sakamichi." He said, twisting his arms. He was so uncomfortable and he felt trapped. He could feel Sakamichi's blush against his chest, and his eyes widened at the feel of it. "I did- I didn't know it was this complicated! Couples always cuddle! I thought it would be easy." His breath was washing over the front of his shirt, and itwas…nice. Pleasing, almost. Gross.

Midousuji rolled his eyes, trying to ignore the feeling, and let his tongue flop out, "You idiot! Real life isn't like your stupid romantic animes. Is that where you get advice from?"

Sakamichi sputtered something, and then laughed, "No! Not all the time, at least! It just looks so cute and I always wanted to try it! Um, sorry for making you uncomfortable!"

He shifted, pulling away, taking away that hazy comfortable warmth, and something in Midousuji clenched.

Midousuji, while not exactly loving this, didn't want to lose the feeling of Sakamichi's body pressed against his.

"Wait." He said, "It's uncomfortable because you're trying to copy all those gross shows."

Sakamichi looked up at him, blinking, and, in the scarce light of the room, his eyes looked beautiful. It made Midousuji cough awkwardly, trying to hide his slight sharp intake of breath at the sight. Damn gross eyes.

"So you want to keep trying? Really!?" He said, smiling at him as if Midousuji was granting him a wish. "Gross…" Midousuji said as a reflex, and then he sighed, dramatic and defeated, "Yeah. Whatever, but I'm going to… fix...it."

Sakamichi just smiled and smiled at him, and Midousuji adverted his eyes from the sight.

Sakamichi was a small human, and it was like a puzzle, trying to figure out how to 'fit' with another person. It was something that he never had an inclination of trying, but as with a lot of things lately, he tried because Sakamichi was hard to say no to.

He didn't like Sakamichi not facing him, even though that position made the most sense. Secretly, he liked the feel of his boyfriend's breath washing over his neck and collarbone. He pulled Sakamichi back into his chest, feeling his fingers grab the material of his black t-shirt. The touch is so soft, not close enough to be called a caress, but it made Midousuji grit his teeth because it was a little too intimate. What the hell was cuddling anyways? It wasn't a prelude to sex, right?

Dammit, even if it was not supposed to lead to any sort of sexual activities, now it was on his mind. He moved his arm, tucking it under the slight indent of Sakamichi's waist, feeling the weight settle over him. He was so light that it was miraculous that he rode a racer with such speed and strength. He brought him up, until Sakamichi's face was suddenly pressed into his neck, and he felt lips against his throat and he shivered at the touch. Then, suddenly, as he wrapped the other arm around Sakamichi, it clicked.

It worked. It felt nice even. It was warm, and soft, and cuddly.

Oh. Now he understood what cuddling was.

This.

Gross.

His eye twitched because the fingers drifting aimlessly on his chest felt a little too good. And damn it all to hell, when Sakamichi moved his face closer into the crook of his neck and breathed out a soft sigh, Midousuji stiffened, because it felt really, really good.

"Mmmmm, Midousuji, are you comfortable?" Sakamichi asked, but he said it against his throat, and it felt so weird to have those lips pressed against him like that. Another feeling that was also too good.

"Sh-Shut up! Don't talk. Gross." He was aware of how flushed his face was. He was trying to keep his blood in check.

Sakamichi laughed. It felt so different against his skin. It was too pleasing, and Midousuji hissed at him. Sakamichi quieted, and then sighed again, before speaking, "Ah, thank you Midousuji-kun! I really like this. I really like you!"

Midousuji clanked his teeth together on top of Sakamichi's head, hissing once again, "Stop it! So gross! Go to sleep, you moron!"

Sakamichi chuckled lightly, and then nodded, "Okay! Good night!" He squirmed in closer, and nosed up against his neck. Midousuji could feel his fluttering eyelashes, like feathers against his throat. Gross! Gross! The twisting in his stomach was the most gross thing of all.

Things quieted, and time passed.

Sakamichi fell asleep first, of course, because he's weak. Midousuji was anything, but weak. And besides, it wasn't like he could fall asleep so easily when doing this… this… cuddling. It was torture! Absolute gross torture!

Sakamichi was acting like a small rodent, sniffling and burrowing into his arms, every once in while shifting against Midousuji's legs and hips, pressing his warm figure closer to the lanky man. He could feel every slight movement and twitch, the moist warm breath sweeping over his neck and collarbone. What was the worst part was the soft little sighs he was making, quiet and lulling, mummering every once in awhile. It was probably about anime.

No more cuddling, never again, he decided.

He was aware of the very disobedient tightness in his shorts and he wondered, only for a moment, if Sakamichi had a similar problem down there, but he quickly snapped his teeth and mumbled a disgusted 'gross'.

Despite how gross this cuddling was, it wasn't as terrible as he had thought. The soft, warm weight of Sakamichi's figure in his arms, and his warm breath against his skin was enjoyable, pleasurable.

And, as he was drifting off to sleep, he broke another rule when he softly pressed his lips against Sakamichi's forehead.

He woke up first, of course. His body was finely tuned, set to a certain schedule, and so when his eyes opened and the light was coming through the windows, he was fully awake. He wasn't groggy or sleepy. He goes through his morning checklist. Today was Saturday. He had race training all morning, and then a trip to that Chiba bike store to pick up a couple of parts. He shifted and then stopped when he felt the tingle in his arms, the weight against him. He looked down, a surprised look crossing his face.

Sakamichi was there, his black hair pressing under his chin. When did this hap-

Oh. Right, cuddling. He leaned back until he can see Sakamichi's gross morning face.

Except it was not gross. It was anything, but gross.

He knew it supposed to be gross, because six hours of sleep made the body gross. He knew that, but the sight of Sakamichi's wet lips, his long eyelashes fluttering, and how peaceful he looked made Midousuji want to pinch him. Gods, he was so damn cute. It was so gross.

But he doesn't look away. He stares, eyes narrowed on the boy's face, memorizing the line on his nose, and wondered how a nose, a part of the body that was really disgusting and not attractive at all, could even be cute and round like that.

There is, though, a slight sheen of shine to his face, and Midousuji leaned further away because Sakamichi's breath probably stinked. He doesn't move far, but his rustling nudged the boy awake. His eyes slowly opened, filled with sleep and haze, his eyes dimmed with grogginess, and when he saw Midousuji there with a pained look on his face, he smiled. "Midousuji-kun… Good morning."

And in his confused state, he leaned forward and kissed him, just a touch of lips but it was warm, and so soft…and so nice.

"Gross! SO gross! You haven't brushed your teeth!" He shouts, but that's not the reason he's so flustered. He's agitated because he liked that Sakamichi kissed him. He liked the initiative he took.

"Oh! I'm sorry! I didn't think about it! I was just so happy to see you! I think you look lovely this morning! Sorry!"

He blushed, and Midousuji watched the color stain his face, over the bridge of his nose, and going up to his ears. Sakamichi blushed in different ways, he had noticed. Because he studied people close in their day to day lives, constantly looking for and edge, this information didn't come as a surprise. The blush he was sporting at the moment was embarrassment, and Midousuji rolled his eyes. He doesn't comment further, because Sakamichi looked so cute in the morning and there he was throwing around words like "lovely" to describe Midousuji.

His eyes looked wonderful, beautiful in the morning light, and his smile, small pleased smile, was shining sunlight, matching the streaks of golden light from the window. How can someone look like that in the morning? Blue like the crisp dawning sky, his sunny smile tinged red with a light shy blush, like the sunrise.

Midousuji couldn't stand it, and so he pulled Sakamichi into his chest again, so he couldn't see that expression on his face.

"Gross."

Sakamichi giggled against his frame and stretched, reaching out his arms and legs looking like some sort of rodent. A cute one though, not like the ones he used to chase out of his yard as a kid. Sakamichi bended backwards and his hips pressed up against Midousuji's for a moment. Midousuji's eyes widened because there was something going on with him down there, and he did not want Sakamichi to find out, but at the same time, he was comfortable like this. It was warm and so inviting. 'Cuddling is nice,' He admits to himself, 'so gross, but nice.'

"What do you want for breakfast?" Sakamichi started, pulling back, "And what are you going to do today? Do you need to train? Want some company? Maybe we could go eat at Akihabara! There's this new Love Hime themed cafe that I heard was going to op-"

"Shut up! It's too early to get up." Midousuji lied, and pulled Sakamichi closer, before he squeezed him experimentally, "Go back to sleep."

"But! Midousuji-kun! You usually get up to train, right?" He wiggled in his grasp pulling back so he could look up into his face.

Midousuji wrinkled his nose at his puppy breath. It was so gross, but he doesn't move away, "You're so gross in the mornings, Sakamichi." Because it was true. He was so gross today.

Sakamichi looked apologetic, "Oh? S-Sorry, Midou-mrph!"

He didn't get to finish his name since Midousuji swept down and kissed him, his tongue pressing against the small moist lips, and after a moment, they slowly opened up to him, and he wasted no time in tasting him. It was gross, but Midousuji didn't care at the moment. Sakamichi was so warm in his arms, soft and full against him, and kissing him like this felt even better. He pulled away after a moment, and saw that Sakamichi was blushing again. This time the red was going down to his neck, and he smirked evilly because he was sure that now Sakamichi was also having an issue in his pants. Midousuji wasn't the only one suffering.

"Wh-What was that?" Sakamichi asked, panting slightly. Midousuji grinned, so pleased all of a sudden and in control. "Every time you complain, I'm going to do that. I've decided that we're going to stay in bed all day." He declared and smirked once again at his boyfriend's surprised face.

He wasn't just saying it. He meant it. He liked this feeling of fullness and warmth, the way Sakamichi fit against him, and the feel of his skin and heart beat. It was nice, and pleasing, and comforting. Gross or not, he liked it. Which made him gross.

"But! Midousu-maph!" Midousuji kissed him again, cutting off the exclamation, and when he leaned back, Sakamichi was looking so flustered in his arms. Midousuji suddenly really, really liked this game.

Sakamichi opened his mouth and then thought better of it, and Midousuji's face split into a wide mocking grin.

"What? Giving up, Sa-ka-mi-chi?" He taunted, and Sakamichi looked indignant at that, "Giving up at wha-"

The assault was calculated and Sakamichi was giggling into the kisses, "Okay! Okay! I give up! But for how long? We need breakfast! And traini- and wait, Midousuji-kun!"

Midousuji squeezed the little climber in his arms again and ran his tongue over the blush on his cheeks, much like he wanted to do the night before, tasting the salt of his skin.

"This. We're going to do this all day." Midousuji replied and he was not exaggerating. They were going to do this all day. Maybe tomorrow, too.

"We can't!" Sakamichi cried out and Midousuji raised an eyebrow at him.

"Oh?" He said, dangerously, his tongue poking out. "We can't?"

Sakaichim shifted in his arms, and he looked so alarmed at the tongue edging closer to him, and the determined, if not mischievous, look on Midousuji's face. They were breaking all the rules today.

And Midousuji couldn't find it in him to care, because at the moment all he cared about was the warmth and comfort in his arms, and how he was going to enjoy proving just how wrong Sakamichi can be.

Notations:

Too sweet? "Grossed" you out? I agree. Dang it guys, this one got away from me. Sorry, yo..

This is an apology for last week's agnst piece. I guess next's week will be an apology for this is no in between for me, I either makes things super sad and sentimental, or this gross icky fluff stuff. Please be kind.

Jaja.

On a personal note:

I cry daily on how little Onoda baby is. He is only 56kg (uh...115 Lbs?). Tiny cutie baby. I want to hug him.

Also, cuddling is hard. I know from experiences.

Or maybe that's because I was such an awkward teen.

Chapter 07: Deity

Summary: In Which Onoda meets a prince out of this world