Zenkofune
Author's Note: Enjoy the story and R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to or of MAZICA PARTY.
Pairing: Established Kezuru x Cratch.
Summary:
Cratch is accustomed to power.
Cratch loves his sake. He loves how it tastes, and the buzz it gives him. How much more in control it makes him feel, not that he had any reservations exerting control without the alcohol in his system (as Kezuru could vouch for).
For all the mean things Cratch put Kezuru through, Kezuru refused to see Cratch's treatment of him as abuse. Cratch's friendship was painful, but Kezuru didn't stop being Cratch's best friend. And much the same, Cratch's love was coloured with cruelty, but Kezuru only ever came back for more.
Cratch wasn't dependent on alcohol so much as he was a connoisseur. His appreciation for Kezuru was like his appreciation for a flavourful sake, and he too always returned for more.
Unlike Kezuru though, Cratch made Kezuru come to him. He never crawled to Kezuru looking for attention. He only stood around and partied Kezuru would crawl to him.
There was Cratch's lack of kindness, which Kezuru loved.
But this Cratch…The Cratch currently in his midst, drunk out of his gourd…This wasn't the mean, lovable Cratch he was used to. Whom he'd gladly stick his neck out to defend from rumbles of misdeeds, and as quickly stick out his tongue to share the fruity, flowery taste of sake with.
This Cratch was just drunk. Angry due to a fractured ankle and ligament injury he sustained falling off of Wanisuke that'd yet to heal.
But Kezuru knew where he was coming from.
Cratch's mobility and hence his activities were seriously impaired, restricted to the leanest movements. He couldn't squeeze his toes into the carpet, nor could he bend the ball of his foot while pinning Kezuru's arms to the floor.
Cratch's attempts would amount to walking on petals of broken glass…if Cratch could walk.
Their relationship was threatening to become one-sided, with Kezuru usurping his usual role. And because Cratch couldn't allow that, spring wasn't dandy for either of them.
Fortunately, Kezuru liked where he was. He lifted Cratch's heel, holding it gently in his palm.
And because he knew Cratch loved where he was, he fought how disgusting it looked and heeled, kissing the instep of Cratch's foot despite the injury not being centered there.
That gave Cratch a stronger buzz compared to what his sake could provide.
That even out for the count, he remained in control, his charm capable of literally bringing Kezuru to his knees.