A/N: Just a very, very short drabble for a kissing prompt/meme on tumblr.
Hatori had been staring at him all night. From across the room, hiding behind his champagne flute as he sipped it slowly, those stormy, grey eyes never breaking from darkened orbs. Ever the social butterfly, Shigure made his way around the room, socialization with a colorful arrangement of the cursed zodiac members- if Hatori didn't know any better, he'd guess that it was Shigure who was God. Even the few that feigned annoyance with the dog's conversation or presence were still captivated by his every word. Hanging onto it like the mutt was some kind of prophet in disguise.
It was... Intriguing.
Hatori stayed towards the back of the banquet hall, eyeing the show Shigure was putting on- putting on for him. He knew how badly the dragon hated when Shigure flirted with everyone in the room like this, and Hatori knew what the dog was playing at. This was a jealousy game.
One Hatori was desperately losing.
It took all night, but once they adjourned to their rooms for the evening, Hatori wasted no time in claiming what was rightfully his. Shigure strolled in lazily, his kimono askew and alcohol on his breath. In a heartbeat, the distance was closed between them, and the dragon had Shigure pinned to the wall. One hand snaked up into raven locks, yanking the dog's head backwards enough so the mutt was looking up at him. Staring down into those dark eyes once again, Hatori's own feldgrau orbs narrowed. His free hand reached up, his thumb trailing along the bottom lip of his best friend and cousin, eyeing it closely. That was all it took. Suddenly, his mouth came crashing down onto Shigure's roughly.
Hatori bit at the dog's lower lip, nipping just hard enough to hurt, but not draw blood. Soon after, his tongue was bathing over the wound, soothing the bitten flesh in his typical doctor fashion- it wasn't in his DNA to harm, only heal. His tongue fought it's way into the dog's mouth, fighting for dominance. He tilted his head back further with another tug on his hair, his body pressed up against him and keeping the novelist pinned to the wall. Hips ground forwards a few times, in sync with his probing, exploring tongue. Even despite the alcohol on the writer's breath, Hatori was growing intoxicated on the taste, the feel of his partner's mouth, only finding that he wanted more.
"Don't ever do that again," Hatori chided gruffly, the lust thick in his tone. The words were muffled as his lips still meshed with Shigure's. Lips dipped lower to nibble at his jawline, laving his tongue over each nipped bit of flesh. "Shigure, you are mine."