Guess what? I wrote more fluff. Are you tired of me yet? No? Good! Well, this chapter is based on the word Reunion. It mentions sex very briefly, so you should be fine (unless you're a prude... which would be weird, considering you're reading an M-rated fic). Have a nice read! :)
A whole year. Well, three hundred and eighty-two days, but it wasn't like either of them were counting. Yao and Kiku had been separated for far too long; they both had political affairs to deal with in their own homes. The tsunami in Japan left thousands of Kiku's people homeless, so he needed to tend to them, and Yao had to deal with his steadily rising economy and the upbringing of North Korea's new dictator. They called each other every so often, and even used webcams so they could see each other's faces (though it took quite a long time for Yao to figure out how to work it), but it wasn't the same. Their arms ached for each other, their lips desperately wanted to touch the other's, they hadn't had sex in what seemed like forever.
Finally, Kiku would return to Beijing, after a whole year (or three hundred and eighty-two days, if you look at specifics), and the pair would be reunited. Neither of them could contain their excitement. Kiku shook on the plane ride there while Yao cleaned his house from the rooftop to the basement. They were both nervous, and they both wanted everything to be absolutely perfect. Meal plans were arranged and bags were packed for maximum visiting time; everything seemed to be going smoothly... until the plane landed in China.
Kiku burst into tears as soon as they came to the terminal. What he didn't know, however, was that Yao had done the same, waiting for him at the luggage claim. He saw that Kiku's plane had arrived and lost all control of his emotions, just like the man he was waiting for. It was finally time. They would finally see each other, hold each other, kiss each other, be with each other face-to-face, like they had longed for for so very long...
The time it took for Kiku to unboard felt like forever. He must have looked positively mad, running off of the airplane, muttering apologies to everyone he would pass, frantically searching for his lover. The tears wouldn't stop, no matter how much he willed them to. The same was true for Yao. He looked and looked for what seemed like hours, until he saw a crop of black hair and a pale, tear-stained face heading straight for him.
With no regard to their surroundings, the two crashed into each other, immediately embracing as if they never had before, crashing to the ground together with a thud. They both cried, holding onto each other as tightly as they could. Yao peppered kisses all over Kiku's face in between sobs, and Kiku repeated his lover's name over and over again, the word sweet on his tongue.
"I missed you so much," Yao said, increasing his speed on the kisses, "so, so, so, so, so much. You have no idea, Kiku."
"You're wrong," Kiku managed through his wails, "I know exactly what you felt. I missed you too, so, so, so, so, so..." he was cut off by a kiss, one that was eagerly returned. "... much."
"I love you, Kiku," the other said, and he repeated it until he thought his throat would collapse, "I love you, I love you, I love you."
Kiku echoed the calls even louder, his arms around Yao so tight that both of them could barely breathe, though neither particularly cared. They had each other, and they were so, so, so, so, so overjoyed.
Eventually, Yao hoisted Kiku up into his arms bridal-style, fetched his bags from the luggage claim, and walked out to the car. They didn't let go of each other through the ride home, during the meal they shared, not even during their shower; they simply took one together, exploring the body parts they so missed.
That night, they made love three times; once in the shower, twice on the bed. They still held on to each other as they fell asleep, as if they were too afraid that the other would be gone again if they were to let go. Even in the morning and throughout the next day, they were reluctant to stray too far away from each other. Only during restroom breaks were they apart.
"Kiku, we should probably stop doing this," Yao eventually said, very casually. "We are at each other's hips. I love you, but-"
"No," Kiku interrupted, tightening his hold onto Yao more. "I've lost you far too many times already; it won't happen again. Not on my life."
Something in Kiku's words made Yao smile. He complied happily, resting his head on the other's shoulder, and they sat in a still silence, together, not letting go of each other even once.
No notes at all this time around! I hope you didn't get diabetes from all the sweetness! As always, reviews make me smile!