Coming out of kendo practice, the last thing Shingyouji expected was for Misu to be there, leaning against the door – looking very confident. And Misu saw him be surprised and he smirked even more.
He was supposed to hate Misu now. He really had no choice. SO he bucked up and proceeded to stroll right pass his…ex-boyfriend.
Misu's hand grabbed his arm. He turned around completely and Misu's kiss was stealing his breath away.
He should've pushed him away and said something sarcastic and unfeeling. He should've enforced the feeling that he was sick and tired of Misu' presence. But the giddy high that always came when Misu kissed him, when Misu's hand cradled in his hair behind his head, when he could feel Misu beneath his own hands; he forgot everything he was supposed to be doing.
Shingyouji pulled away, taking a deep breath. Misu…he was proudly smiling (Shingyouji didn't have enough oxygen going through his brain to look.) But suddenly he did when Misu said, "Going through someone's mail is against the law, Shingyouji."
He snapped opened his eyes. "You know?" He stumbled back, surprised. Misu only continued to smile and followed him, backing him into a wall. Shingyouji gulped over the lump in his throat. Misu stood over hand, one hand to the wall to trap him in. "Arata-san…" He bit his lip, "Arata-san, I…"
"You kept my mail from me – a letter from my father, nonetheless – and read it yourself. You then proceeded to throw me aside for my roommate and his best friend. That's quite an intriguing plan you had there, Shingyouji." Misu held up two envelopes. "It was a good thing I found these." Shingyouji's eyes were drawn to the letters and so Misu, he let them fall to the ground. Shingyouji's chin tipped down to follow. The satire in Misu's eyes died down to an intense glare. "What were you thinking, Shingyouji?"
Shingyouji bit his lip – nearly ripping the skin off – before he spoke. "I…I'm sorry. I…I just…your father - "
"Leave my father to me, Shingyouji." Misu stepped even closer, enjoying the blush crossing over Shingyouji's cheeks. "Your mind should be here, on me." He leaned down, kissing Shingyouji's breath into his lungs. Shingyouji grabbed at Misu's shirt, bunching it up into his fist to keep himself grounded.
Misu pulled away when Shingyouji went slack. Shingyouji leaned against the wall, blushing from his collar to his cheeks. And suddenly, even his forehead was burning when Misu leaned them together.
"I don't want my father's company, Shingyouji. Whether he has understood this or not is not my concer. And if he is to disown me because of you, so be it."
Shingyouji looked up at him, nervousness in his eyes. "Am I…am I just a tool? To anger your father?"
Misu was quiet, holding Shingyouji's gaze. It left Shingyouji anxious and stupid for asking such a question. The silence continued and Shingyouji was positive this was all leading to a 'yes.'
Oh god, if it was, what would he do? Misu knew he liked him – that everything he had done was an act. If Misu said yes, he would be back to square one. No, beyond step one. He was back to crying when Sagara had patted him on the head. And he wouldn't be able to leave.
Misu was kissing him again. He grabbed tight to Misu's shirt, effectively pulling the elder closer to his body. He felt Misu's hand drop to his shoulder and suddenly, his robe was pushing off his shoulder. The hand snaked through his clothings, massaging at his skin. And while other people would receive warm flushes from their lovers' touches, Shingyouji was getting goose bumps.
Misu pulled back – enough that they could exchange a breath – and he spoke quickly. "You're here because I want you, Shingyouji." And then he was attacked at the neck.
He was plastered against the wall, with Misu's teeth at his neck. And he was biting down on his tongue to be quiet. Was this what Hayama-san always was afraid of? The open areas, where anybody could walk by and see them? The public-ness of it? The – oh! The feelings of Arata-san's lips at his pulse. Shingyouji couldn't help it, he was gasping. And Misu didn't stop there – he pulled Shingyouji's robed off more and more and even around his elbows, it was starting to get dangerous.
"Eh-hem." A rough voice caught his attention and Misu would pull away to see the Kendo teacher looked at them disapprovingly. Shingouji covered himself up, blushing and his head hung low.
Misu wouldn't be deterred. Hayama could spend the night at Saki's, for all he cared. He grabbed Shingyouji's wrist and dragged him back to his dorm room.