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Chapter 2
He was facing a door. Staring straight into the wood, without moving. It was rather silly really, considering that he was a grown man and found himself for some reason afraid to make any move toward the door. What could a door do to him? Nothing, he knew that. What really frightened him was behind the door, or in reality, what was going on inside his head behind the door. There were two possible starting situations; either Shinobu would be home or he wouldn't. If he wasn't, nothing ventured, nothing gained, that is until Miyagi got sick of waiting and went out to look for him, which would inevitably happen. The other base scenario was that the young man was in fact home and somewhere behind the forbidden confines of the door. That was definitely the scarier of the two situations.
Something was wrong with Shinobu. Miyagi knew why something was wrong, for if nothing was wrong after the encounter in the office then that would be just…wrong. What Miyagi was trying to asses before barging into Shinobu's territory unannounced was exactly what was wrong. There was no telling what could possibly going through the kid's mind at any given moment and the kid was damn too quick minded to let it be exactly the same for too long. Which, in a word, was irritating. A lot about the kid was. Otherwise Miyagi wouldn't have loved him as much as he did. He would have to chance it. The older man considered knocking, but then, that's what a key's for, right? Shinobu had made quite a fuss about him using it once he had given it. It certainly seemed the safer approach, yes, he would just let himself in and deal with the boy.
Miyagi felt as if the click of the lock was a sort of omen as he opened the door quietly, a last warning to escape while he could. He swallowed, yelling at himself internally for getting himself worked up over possibly nothing. It was just the kid. That in itself was what made the situation this frightening, even though Miyagi couldn't quite place why he was particularly uneasy.
The lights were off, all except for the ones above the oven, which dimly lit the entire living space, casting shadows on the numerous boxes placed around the flat. The kid sure was taking his time in packing up his things, so much so that he had extended his lease for another month just for moving purposes. Miyagi would have thought that the kid would have moved in faster than he would be able to really make a space for him, but no, Shinobu certainly was taking his sweet time. Maybe it was due to the fight they had recently over the amount of useless junk Shinobu had kept, even though it had ended in the kid claiming that none of his possessions were more valuable than living with Miyagi. He still hadn't lessened the load that they'd have to deal with sooner or later when he finally was ready to move in. At first it had been because Miyagi was sick, but now the older man figured that his treatment of the boy during what he would now only think of as "the incident" was a major factor. Stupid kid. If he was going to move in then he should just go ahead and do it already! He wouldn't push it though, especially now. The boxes cast their shadows over each other like skyscrapers in a miniature city. Miyagi navigated through them carefully, wondering if they had been set up strategically so that no one would be able to break in. He wouldn't put it past the crazy kid. Where was he anyway? The bedroom was probably a safe guess, although the word "safe" seemed a bit bittersweet.
There he was, lying on the floor wrapped in the only unpacked blanket resting his head on a cushion that he had swiped off of Miyagi's sofa when he thought Miyagi wasn't looking. Which he had been, but that didn't really matter at the moment. Miyagi sat on the floor next to him, watching his even breathing for a moment, not wanting to disturb the scene in front of him. He looked so different when he slept, like a little kid, although he was still a kid. It was a peaceful look, full of the naivety that he tried to hide from Miyagi but found that he never really could. He couldn't help it, with the kid looking so tempting and vulnerable. He leaned down and kissed him, for some reason momentarily oblivious to the ominous feeling that haunted him just minutes before. Also oblivious to the squirming of the young man beneath him. Miyagi opened his eyes to find Shinobu wide eyed and red faced beneath him, trembling slightly with surprise. He wanted to grin, but found that he couldn't.
"Miyagi…" The kid looked like a cornered rabbit, leaving Miyagi completely clueless as to what to do. Luckily for him, the kid really wasn't that frightened, seeing as he timidly reached up and wrapped his arms around the older man's neck, pulling him down gently and lightly touching their lips. It was too gentle, too unlike Shinobu. The kid was giving him every opportunity to pull away. It pissed him off. Miyagi pushed against the kid's lips, taking his mouth almost roughly, as if proving that the kid belonged to him without question. After a moment of heavy breathing and heavier movements, the man pulled back, staring down at Shinobu intently. The kid was looking up at him with the usual beautiful blush, but his expression was unsure. Miyagi sighed.
"Baka. You're acting weird." Shinobu's face fell for a moment, but he bounced right back with his usual banter.
"You're the sneaking into people's homes and molesting them in their sleep!" His blush darkened more, but the passion was returning to his eyes a little. Miyagi raised an eyebrow.
"Would you prefer if I left?" It was a test. Which he was not prepared for the answer to.
"That's probably best." Shinobu turned his head, not meeting Miyagi's eyes, his face contorted in such a way, a way that said he was trying to hide the pain in his words, but just couldn't bury it quite deep enough. Miyagi narrowed his eyes. Now he was angry. The boy, who had previously been sitting up, was on his back again, the older man hovering over him, straddling his legs. He licked up the younger one's neck, sending chills down Shinobu's spine. He tried to wiggle his legs free, but Miyagi lowered himself so that he was on top of the boy, pinning him down with his weight. Their groins rubbed together lightly as Miyagi made his way over to the buttons of Shinobu's shirt.
"Stop it, Miyagi!" but the older man silenced him with his mouth. Shinobu couldn't help but submit, letting the more experienced tongue fly over his, clutching Miyagi as if he would otherwise disappear. The professor pulled back, glaring at the boy angrily.
"You attack me in school, tie me up, and try to perform lustful acts on me in front of my subordinate and then I'm not allowed near you since then. Brat, what's the meaning of this? Don't just mess with me…" He pulled the sides of the shirt apart, the buttons slipping undone, one popping off completely and landing somewhere on the other side of the room. Shinobu opened his mouth in protest, but covered it quickly with his hand when Miyagi descended upon a pert nipple.
"Not being able to see you, not being able to be with you, it drives me insane. To think that you're doing it on purpose makes me lose my mind." He suckled the first, biting it roughly, then moved on to the next one. Shinobu raised his hips unconsciously in response, his hand still covering his mouth, his eyes becoming wide and wet. He pressed his hand down harder against his mouth, trying to hold the sounds in. Miyagi released the nipple, propping himself up and looking down at the shaking boy. He sighed heavily, putting his forehead against Shinobu's and closing his eyes.
"And then when I try to make love to you, you start crying. I don't know what to do with you…" Shinobu let out a choking sob, uncovering his mouth and wrapping his arms around the older man, clinging on tightly and crying hysterically. Miyagi sat up, pulling Shinobu with him and cradling him gently, tucking Shinobu's head into the crook of his neck. "Hush, now," Miyagi whispered soothingly, rubbing circles into the boys back as his body wracked with abstract sobs. Miyagi leaned down, kissing the boy's forehead, feeling him relax a little in his arms. Shinobu didn't stop, just cried and held onto the older man as if his life depended on it. The boy had gone mad without him also, which to Miyagi was a relief. He never knew what to expect from him. After a few minutes, Miyagi leaned in and kissed him gently, opening him up with as little force as was possible, feeling the body in his arms go limp as he calmed, kissing back with strained effort. Once the kiss had ended, the older man reached up, wiping the tears from the younger man's face.
"You've stopped. Better?" Shinobu nodded vigorously, like a little kid. The older man smiled gently, bringing out the lines on his face. "Come on. We're going to my place."
"But- why can't we stay here?" Shinobu was quite content where he was sitting, not pleased when the older man started to unpeel his arms.
"Well, first of all, I'm not leaving you tonight. Secondly, we have to do something about this, don't we?" The older man raised his leg, which was positioned between Shinobu's, pressing against the area of Shinobu's pants that was swollen up. The boy blushed, his back straightening up at the touch. "Not to mention the fact that you've been sleeping on the floor. Baka, what happened to climbing into my bed whenever you feel like it? You stop when I'd actually let you," Miyagi grumbled under his breath, getting up quickly so that Shinobu wouldn't see that he was blushing slightly. He could usually do a better job at hiding it, but he hadn't had practice for a few days, so he decided not to chance it. The kid stood hurriedly, the blush on his face evident, and followed Miyagi out the door, reaching forward to grab his hand but hesitating. He wasn't going to be a burden, he had promised himself that. Still, he was being taken into the professor's home out of pity. He frowned, but didn't stop.
They entered Miyagi's apartment quietly, not really saying much to each other. Both stripped out of their clothes and made their way to the bathroom, knowing what the other was doing without words. Miyagi turned on the water to the shower while Shinobu got the towels, neither looking at the other until they got under the stream of water. They washed, touching and moving together, tongues against tongues and everything else that they could reach. They toweled off rapidly, still leaving beads of translucent liquid all over each other, and made their way over to the bed, leaving the light on in the bathroom and a pool of water on the floor where they both had stepped out of the shower. Neither one cared; they had been too starved of each other for too long to care about anything else.
They spent the rest of the night moving against each other in every combination of ways imaginable, working slowly and deliberately. Each motion made up for the time that they had missed over the past few days, saying that no matter what the week ahead would bring, it would not break them. The kisses were gentle and hungry, filling every gap between cries of pleasure and wordless moans. They stopped only when they were both too exhausted to continue, the sun beginning its ascent over the horizon outside. When they woke up next to each other that afternoon, they left bed only for food and the facilities, making love until nightfall again.