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Log: Completed!
When; Yesterday.
Rating; NC-17! (reluctant!uke-ness, derogatory gay remarks, swearing)
Characters; Morinaga and Tatsumi
Summary; Unfortunately for Tatsumi, the two men meet up by the carousel, find a room together, have dinner and steamy shower sexxin's.
Log;
Morinaga was grinning. Widely. True, he was stuck in this strange city, cellphone-less, straight from his comfortable dreams, but senpai was there. Everything else didn't really bother him so much anymore.
After all, he had been the first person Morinaga had thought of when he had found himself not his bed, but in front of that carousel, surrounded by strange looking people. It was a relief, a surprise and a delight to have the man he loved there with him.
Not that it was going to be hugs and loves and cuddles. It would probably be more along the lines of punches, cursing and kicking, as usual, but still. He smiled as he walked down the street, watching as the carousel get closer and closer, and a few moments later, he spotted him, looking pissed off and sulky. Senpai hadn't seen him yet.
Time to be sneaky. He was probably going to get punched for this, but it would be worth it. Slipping around through the crowd of people passing by, he made his way behind Tatsumi and then…
..tackled him. From behind. Long arms wrapped lovingly around the other man and lips descended on a warm neck, pressing a single kiss there. "Senpai!" he greeted, before pulling away quickly and hopefully, out of punching range.
Where was that useless homo?!
Tatsumi glowered at everyone walking past him, arms crossed defensively across his chest. He didn't want to be here, wherever here was. His experiment and his lab was waiting for him back at home, and really, he just wanted to get back to it. Why, he'd even put up with daily sex from Morinaga if he could just return! What had he done to ever deserve this? Why was he being punished by being stuck in some city that wasn't even on Earth? Why why why?!
With a sigh of resignation, he checked his watch. It had been about twenty minutes since his assistant had said that he'd be coming, so... where was he?
The researcher was about to take a little stroll around the carousel to see if the other was just on the other side of it, but then he was tackled by none other than the man he sought. That would have been somewhat fine, but then he felt the gentle press of lips against his neck. Tatsumi froze for just a second before whirling around, fist coming up right behind him.
Unfortunately, Morinaga had managed to slip just a bit past his range, and the punch sailed through the air, not connecting with anything. Tatsumi scowled at the other before rubbing the back of his neck, a furious blush crossing his features.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he demanded, the fist still balled up by his side. Tatsumi took a step toward the other and grabbed his collar. "You realize we're in a public place, don't you?!"
That was close, but luckily, anticipated, and Morinaga grinned again... until Tatsumi yanked on his collar, pulling their faces close together, noses almost touching. Jeez, he was just asking to be kissed square on the lips, but with their close proximity, and that hand curled around the fabric of his shirt, there was no way he'd be able to escape from another punch.
"I missed you," Morinaga shrugged helpless, bringing his hands up in surrender. "Besides, it's not like anyone knows us around here. And I don't think anyone saw me kiss your neck, anyway," he continued, trying to calm the other man down a little, even if he did look really hot when he was angry. He liked senpai when he wasn't fuming too, though that was a rarity in itself.
"Sorry, senpai," he added a bit more humbly now, gazing back into the other's face, silently asking for forgiveness. Truthfully, he wasn't all that sorry, and had enjoyed it, having his arms wrapped around the other man, smelling his hair and feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath his lips. But he figured if he was going to get out of this without too much physical damage to his body, he had better at least apologize.
"I found you, though," Morinaga smiled cheerfully now. "Do you want to try and go find a room now? Er, I mean two rooms, of course?" he asked, quickly correcting himself before Tatsumi could attack him again. He was still disappointed they wouldn't be sharing a room.
Tatsumi glared at the other before shoving him away, his hand releasing the other's shirt. He picked his backpack off the ground and slung it over his shoulder before facing his assistant again. "Yes, you found me," he grumbled, eyes narrowing at Morinaga's verbal mistake. "Unless you have another other molesting or groping I need to hit you for right now, I would say that we should go find a place to stay now."
Without really waiting for the other to respond, the scientist marched off, fuming all the way. There was a building right next to them; a sign reading "five" hung above the door. Tatsumi stared at it for a moment, shrugged, and pushed the door open with little ceremony. The lobby area wasn't plain and empty, but then again, the scientist didn't really care; he didn't intend to stay here for very long anyways.
Looking around, he spotted an elevator and stomped over, slamming his fist into the up button. Tatsumi crossed his arms across his chest impatiently, foot tapping as he waited. As if suddenly struck by a bad thought or something, he turned to face Morinaga head on, brow furrowing as he did so.
"Don't you dare come up behind me like that again," he growled. Tatsumi continued to glower at the other until the elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss. He motioned for the other to enter first before he followed suit.
Once inside, however, the scientist quietly wished he had just taken the stairs. There was no one else in the elevator besides the two of them, there were no cameras, and there was an emergency stop button.
Oh god. If Morinaga did anything perverted, Tatsumi was going to clock the other like there was no tomorrow.
Morinaga shook his head and smiled, recovering quickly from being pushed and straightening out his shirt. When Tatsumi was in a mood like this one, it was best just to let him go off and not get in the way, or there was sure to be an even bigger train wreck than usual. Squealing breaks and flying metal included.
"No, not right now," Morinaga replied cheerfully, and a bit more quieter than usual as he followed Tatsumi into the building labeled "five". He remained silent from then on, walking over to the elevator after the other man, until he turned around and got in his face again. Eyes widening, he held up his hands in his defense once more. "I said I was sorry, senpai," he protested lightly, staring back innocently while Tatsumi continued glaring.
Finally, the doors opened and the two of them stepped inside. Morinaga watched the doors shut and gazed around the elevator. A wicked idea popped into his head at probably the same time the same dreaded notion hit Tatsumi. Inching towards the other man, Morinaga moved in for the kill, threading his arms around Tatsumi's waist and gently pressing him against the wall of the elevator.
"Senpai," he breathed, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I really did miss you," he murmured, running his tongue along the shell of Tatsumi's ear before sucking on his earlobe seductively. "You made me so happy when you admitted that we're lovers. I mean it," he added sincerely, affection written across his face and clear in the tone of his voice.
Morinaga was on the move, and Tatsumi didn't like it one bit.
As his assistant inched toward him, he couldn't help but back up against the wall, his skin prickling uncomfortably. If he were a cat, all of his fur would've been standing on end at that point; claws would be all out, and a hiss would be slipping past his lips. However, he wasn't a cat, so he simply gave Morinaga an angry look.
But then there was a puff of warm breath against his ear, and he shivered without his wanting to. Tatsumi ground his teeth together, freezing on the spot at the feel of wet, slick tongue against his ear. He held his breath, fingers clawing at the metal walls. He didn't need this right now. He did not need this right now, but his body was stuck, frozen! It was only when Morinaga pulled at his earlobe that the scientist snapped back into his usual self.
His fist came up by his side, connecting with the other's jaw with a loud crack.
"FUCKING PERVERT!!" he shouted as pushed Morinaga into the elevator door from him before his hands went to circle the other's neck. Tatsumi seethed then, that scary look coming across his face once more. He knew he couldn't trust the other! He knew he couldn't Morinaga to keep his hands to himself! "You're a monster! A sex-crazed bea-- AAAH!!"
A soft chime sounded, and the elevator door slid open behind Morinaga. As he fell over into the hallway on the fourth floor, Tatsumi couldn't help but think how very lousy his day had been thus far.
For a few precious seconds, Morinaga thought he was going to get away without a violent reaction, but he was unfortunately wrong. And his throbbing jaw let him know. As did his back smacking into the elevator door, and the hands moving up to wrap around his neck. "Senpai, please calm down!" he gasped, not knowing what injury to start rubbing first.
He didn't have much time to think about it, because suddenly, they were falling and Morinaga's back and head were slamming into the ground, with a very angry Tatsumi on top of him. Wasn't this usually the other way around? Bah, he was in too much pain to completely pay attention to the possibility of getting turned on by this.
"Let me help you up," he muttered, shaking his slightly dizzy head and crawling out from beneath Tatsumi. "You don't always have to call me a pervert," he added quietly, his feelings a bit more hurt than his jaw and head. "How am I perverted if we're lovers, anyway?" he sighed, reaching out a hand for the other to take. Somehow, he doubted Tatsumi even knew what that meant, or entailed.
Tatsumi glared upwards at the other for a second, contemplating whether or not to accept his hand or not. Finally, he grabbed it and got to his feet. The scientist dusted himself off for a second before turning on Morinaga, lips still curved downward in a frown. They twitched for a second as if he was having trouble saying what he wanted to.
"...sorry," he grumbled, voice barely audible. Tatsumi shot his assistant a look before looking away, eyes traveling down the long hallway stretched in front of them. If there was anyone else on their floor, they sure made it a point to be quieter than a mouse and act as if they weren't here. This could be a good thing or a very bad thing. Glancing over his shoulder, he waved at Morinaga. "Let's go."
As they walked down the hall, the scientist thought about what the other had said. Yes, it was true that he'd finally allowed Morinaga to call them lovers, but really, that was just because he hated the term sex friends even more. Tatsumi scowled but made no verbal mention of it. On top of that, what was Morinaga hinting at with that last question of his?
A perverted person was a perverted person! What more was there to understand? The scientist shook his head angrily before coming to an abrupt stop in front of a door, the number 48 gleaming on the smooth, wood surface. He turned to face Morinaga. "This will be my room," he said, as he turned the doorknob. "When you have decided on your own, come back here. We need to discuss how to get out of here."
What the hell? Did Tatsumi just apologize to him? Morinaga had to force himself not to gape obviously, but simply stared at the other man in disbelief, blinking a few times. It had been very quiet and mostly muttered through a grumble, but he had definitely said sorry.
Rubbing his bruised jaw tenderly, Morinaga nodded in reply, not wanting to say anything for the now, lest he break the moment, or worse, incite more violence from the scientist. Instead, he followed the other as he beckoned him down the hallway, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other continued nursing his jaw. Damn, senpai punched hard. Where had he learned that right hook, anyway? He could probably take down a brick wall with it.
Sighing quietly, only the sound of their shoes padding quietly down the carpeted hallway filled Morinaga's ears, and he gazed longingly at the back of the other man. Briefly, he wondered if he would have had this much trouble 'courting' him if he had been a girl himself, but that was pointless to mull over. He wasn't a girl. He was a man, and a gay one at that, and Tatsumi knew that good and well. Which was really the problem.
That, and the man was a bit emotionally constipated.
Lost in his thoughts, Morinaga just barely stopped himself from running into Tatsumi's back and he blinked up at the door of the room he had chosen. His mouth opened to plead again that the two of them share a room, but he hesitated. After the whole elevator incident, senpai was probably a bit more pissed off and surly than usual, but he had just apologized in a surprising twist.
"Senpai," he said quietly, raising his eyebrows. "May I please stay with you?" he asked, going for politeness. "I'll promise to try and keep my hands to myself," he added. Keyword being try. At least Morinaga was making an effort.
Tatsumi stared at Morinaga for a second, quirking a brow in the process. He didn't respond and pushed the door open. Silently, he stepped into his temporary home and took in his surroundings. There was a kitchenette to the right with the dining room on the left. Moving further in, the scientist found a small living room that opened up to the right into the bedroom; the bathroom was right next to it. Tatsumi peered into the bedroom and noted the setting.
Two beds.
Gently tapping the door frame to the bedroom, he turned around and walked back toward the front door before turning sharply and walking into the dining room. He paused for a moment and leaned back enough to look at Morinaga. "If you're coming in, hurry up," he muttered before disappearing from the other's view. "And shut the door behind you. If we do have any neighbors, we don't need them to get any ideas."
Having said that, Tatsumi sat down and dropped his backpack onto the table before fishing out a binder. He cracked it open and looked at all of his detailed notes regarding the bacteria cultures along his working time line. He really only had a week to get back; they could make it, right? It wasn't that he couldn't start over, but that would mean another three months of preparation!
With a sigh, he propped his head up on a hand and stared glumly at the papers there. Tatsumi then shut his binder with a loud clap and shoved it back into his backpack before tossing the whole thing onto the ground. A frown curved his lips, and he sat there sulking, acting like a child who suddenly discovered he couldn't go to a party.
So, that was it? Was Tatsumi going to ignore that request, or give in for once and let him stay? Morinaga wasn't sure, and he waited outside a bit anxiously, still fingering the sore spot on his chin and chewing on his bottom lip. He listened to the sounds of the other man checking out the small suite, peering in through the partly opened door, until Tatsumi himself appeared again.
Morinaga's eyes lit up and he smiled happily as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it just in case. They were in a strange city, after all. Being extra careful was only smart.
Once that was done, he looked around and quickly found senpai again, sulking like a petulant child, his backpack on the floor. Frowning lightly with concern, he sat down next to him at a respectful but comfortable distance and rested his arms on the table, merely watching the other man for a few moments. Morinaga knew how important Tatsumi's work was to him, and understood why he was frustrated. He, of course, was familiar with the bacteria cultures as well, and knew just how long they had left before they needed to get back to them, or the whole thing would go to waste.
"Hey," he said gently, reaching up to rest his hand carefully on Tatsumi's shoulder. "I meant what I said before. If we don't get back in time, I'll work overtime so we can get started again and try to catch up," he said sincerely, eyes filled with honesty. He squeezed the other man's shoulder gently, running it down his back softly before pulling it away. He had promised to try and keep his hands to himself, after all, even though he was dying to go over there and try to kiss that frown right off of his face.
Tatsumi's eyes flicked over to meet Morinaga's for a moment before it went to look at the hand resting on his shoulder. However, before he could make some snappish comment, it was gone, and in truth, it left the scientist just a little surprised. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he turned his head slightly to look the other face on.
"And you also meant that you'd keep your hands to yourself then?" he asked. Tatsumi nodded his head in acknowledgement once without even waiting for a response from Morinaga. He then rose wordlessly and walked into the kitchen. There was a bit of banging here and there, but it was only because he was checking to see what had been given to them and what hadn't.
There were plenty of pots, pans, glasses, and cups, but sadly, there wasn't any food or drink. Tatsumi grumbled and muttered something about needing a stiff drink before trudging back to the dining table. He then reached into his backpack and produced a small bento box; the scientist set it on the table.
"Until we find a place that sells food, this is all we have," he said, jabbing at the container with his index finger. "I'd say we could go and get something else to eat right now, but I'm far too annoyed and tired to deal with anything else right now."
How many hours had he been awake now? Tatsumi drew a blank with that question, and it only served to worsen his mood. He grumbled for a moment longer before prying the lid off the container. "So unless you have any complaints, I'd like to eat this horribly late dinner, shower, and go to bed."
Tatsumi was even grumpier than usual, unfortunately. And he obviously wasn't going to forget Morinaga's promise to keep his hands to himself any time soon. He didn't get a chance to reply, however, as the other man rose to his feet and headed in the kitchen, while Morinaga slumped back into his chair with a sigh, listening to the sound of random, quiet grumblings.
When the other came back empty handed, he figured the kitchen was also empty of any food. Tatsumi confirmed that a moment later, and surprised Morinaga by pulling out a bento box from his backpack. Handy, that. And needless to say, he wasn't all that surprised to hear that the other was too annoyed to go out that night.
"Mm. I'm not that hungry, senpai. You go ahead. But thank you," he smiled appreciatively, pushing the bento box closer to the other man. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes again, and he leaned forward a bit, just outside of Tatsumi's personal space. "I could feed it to you, though?" he grinned, and then laughed and raised his hands up again in defense.
"I'm just kidding. Don't hit me," he smiled affectionately.
Tatsumi glared at the other's offer to feed him, but he made no movement to strike the other. Instead, he fished around in his backpack once more, producing a pair of chopsticks. A second later, he pulled out a plastic spork encased in plastic wrapper. "If you don't eat now, you're going to wake me up later asking for food," he said, shoving the spork in Morinaga's face. "Eat it, unless you want me to force feed you."
The scientist paused then and realized that what he had just said could be taken the wrong way. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he huffed. "And when I mean force feed you, it's not going to be anything pleasant that you'd actually like," he added before grabbing at a piece of meat. "It'll be painful and far more like a punishment."
He chewed for a while, occasionally grumbling on the lack of alcohol. True, Tatsumi had made himself a little promise not to drink in Morinaga's presence while they were here, but oh, what he would've given to be drunk right now. He just wanted to forget that he was stuck in some godforsaken city that seemed to be another world, but alas, there wasn't really anything here to distract him with.
Though, he had a feeling that damn assistant of his would have some activity that would keep his mind off things. Tatsumi stabbed at the rice when this thought came to mind.
Morinaga reared back a little, wondering if Tatsumi was going to spork him, but he merely put it right in his face until he took it from him. "Okay, okay," he gave in, then froze at the other's last comment, a grin coming on to his face, both at the remark and the pretty blush that was traveling up Tatsumi's cheeks. He always looked so kissable when he was embarrassed.
"Yes, senpai," he replied as mundanely as he could, though a soft laugh escaped his lips as he started to eat. It was kind of silly, two grown men sharing food, one grinning while the other was grumbling, and Morinaga was completely amused, his mood lifted slightly. It looked like his evening with senpai wasn't ruined after all. In fact, there were probably less distractions in this strange city than there would have been back home.
Maybe this could work to Morinaga's advantage. It was a shame there was no alcohol about, or at least that Tatsumi refused to drink while he was there. It wasn't like he wanted to get the other man drunk all the time. He was honestly just far easier to deal with when he was slightly intoxicated. It lessened the amount and intensity of the angry blows, at least.
"You really want to go straight to sleep after this?" he asked curiously, one eyebrow arched as he chewed thoughtfully on the end of his spoon.
"I'm showering first," he said, voice coming out with a bit more edge than he had meant to. Tatsumi stabbed another piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth, as if simply by doing that the tone of his voice would be overlooked. He chewed on it for a while, taking far longer than was strictly necessary, before finally swallowing it. "I feel disgusting, and after I clean up, I can change into--
"Dammit. They probably don't have clothing here, do they?" The scientist cursed under his breath before leaving the table for a moment. He disappeared into the bedroom and then the bathroom. Several minutes later, Tatsumi returned to the table, his face a light pink and his lips pursed. "...there are towels but no clothes here.
"As I have no intention of wearing this..." He gestured at the outfit he was wearing at the moment. "...to bed, I'll... I'll be sleeping under the sheets... naked." Tatsumi gave Morinaga a long, hard stare. "If you dare to do anything while I'm in that state, that spork you're holding now will be stuck in your eye."
Tatsumi glared at the other one last time before returning to his meal, chopsticks clicking softly as he snatched this and that out of the bento box. He was just going to pretend the blush was not getting worse by the second.
God, senpai was such a damn tease! How was Morinaga not supposed to do anything, with him talking like that? Taking a shower? Sleeping naked? He swallowed hard, wishing he had some alcohol now, breath catching in his chest as he watched Tatsumi's blush brighten as he went into the bathroom and returned again. Clearly, this city and situation were working wonderfully to his advantage. No clothes meant senpai nakedness. What a shame.
Glancing down at the spork in question, Morinaga snapped it half and tossed it over his shoulder, grinning all the while. "Don't have to worry about that anymore, I guess," he smiled, scooting a little closer to Tatsumi. "You don't want to sleep with me, senpai, but you sure are putting the both of us in plenty of situations to do so," he remarked softly, raising an eyebrow at the other. What little appetite for food he had had was gone, and now, he only needed one thing and he was sitting right in front of him.
"This was supposed to be our night together anyways, senpai," he reminded him, tilting his head to the side and smiling warmly. He glanced off in the direction of the bathroom and then returned his gaze to Tatsumi's face, unflinching under that patented glare.
"You don't really want to take a shower alone in a strange place like this, do you?" he asked as innocently as he could.
Tatsumi watched as Morinaga snapped the spork in half and tossed it aside. Th--That was just not right!! He opened his mouth to protest, but he clamped it shut as the other inched closer. The scientist eyed his assistant warily and started leaning ever so slightly away from him. "It's not my fault! It's just that this city is so unaccommodating and... IT'S NOT MY FAULT, DAMMIT," he said, voice rising as he spoke. "And you said that you wouldn't do anything of that sort, Morinaga.
"Even if it is our 'night together,' I told you that I'm not sleeping with you while we're here!" Tatsumi glowered at the other, his entire face quite red now. "Besides! I am perfectly capable of showering by myself, thank you!"
Throwing his chopsticks down on the table, the scientist rose and stomped off to the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, and there appeared to be a soft click followed by another and another. It stopped after a while, but only after a string of profanities could be heard from within. The apartment fell silent then, but if one strained his ears enough, he could just make out the gentle rustle of clothing being removed. About a minute later, the water started running, quickly followed by a yelp declaring the water too hot.
Flinching slightly as the door slammed shut, Morinaga waited for a few moments, drumming his fingers on the table with his chin propped up in his hand. There was the water, and a yelp of pain, which meant Tatsumi was in the shower. Naked.
Rising from the table, he kicked his shoes off, balancing carefully as he yanked off his socks, tossing them haphazardly after his shoes. Off went his shirt next as he walked, and then his belt, leaving him only in his jeans. Now the problem would be the lock on the door, which Morinaga had heard Tatsumi fiddle with a few moments before.
As silently as he could, he turned the handle, waiting to meet the resistance of a lock. But instead, the handle turned easily and the door opened. A gleeful smile brightened Morinaga's face as he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible and slipping out of his jeans and boxers, leaving them on the floor near Tatsumi's clothes.
Alright. This could either lead to hot shower sex with the man he loved, or another added bruise to his jaw, possible a black eye or two, and maybe castration. Worth the risk?
You betcha.
For the second time that day, Morinaga slipped in behind Tatsumi and wrapped his arms around his wet naked waist. "Senpai," he murmured happily, resting his chin on his shoulder, feeling the hot spray of water hitting his skin. "I got lonely. Please don't be angry with me," he whispered above the sound of the shower, running his hands up and down Tatsumi's wet chest sensually.
Well, if nothing else was working in his favor in this damn city, Tatsumi had to say that the shower was nice at least. The water was hot, the soap smelled nice, and the shampoo and conditioner provided didn't seem too bad either. Admittedly, he hadn't gotten used any of that stuff yet, as he was simply enjoying the spray of water at the moment.
Eyes closed, the scientist didn't notice Morinaga slipping into the bathroom, and it was only when he felt a slight temperature shift that he cracked an eye open. The shower curtain was falling back in place, and a pair of arms were winding around his waist. Tatsumi froze at the voice next to his ear and the gentle touch on his chest.
"M--MORINAGA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWER?!" he shouted, whirling around to face the other. Tatsumi planted his hands on his assistant's shoulders, forcing them as far apart as he could within the confines of the shower. "I TOLD YOU I COULD SHOWER BY MYSELF."
The blush that had since faded from his face came back full force, and if it were at all possible, it seemed to be getting worse with each passing second. He was naked. In front of Morinaga. And they were in the shower together. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" His hands balled into fists but remained firmly planted on the other's shoulders. God knows what would happen if he didn't keep pushing him away. "I WASN'T GOING TO TAKE THAT LONG OF A SHOWER ANYWAYS, SO IF YOU COULD... JUST... GET OUT."
Tatsumi panted lightly and glared at Morinaga.
"What do you think I want?" Morinaga was even more amused by Tatsumi's bright blushing. "It isn't like you haven't seen me naked before, senpai. And vice versa," he chuckled lightly, gently taking a hold of Tatsumi's wrists and removing his hands from his shoulders. "And if I had left you alone in here? You'd skulk off to bed, where there are more weapons for you to use against me," he grinned, leaning in and pressing the other man against the shower wall gently.
Letting go of one wrist, Morinaga wound his now free arm all the way around Tatsumi's waist, setting his long slim fingers on the opposite hip, while one sneaky knee pressed up in between his thighs, moving in a slow circle. "You're panting, senpai," he murmured, leaning forward to lick at the other man's ear again, this time not expecting a punch at all. There was always a point when Tatsumi gave in to his desire. Hopefully they had passed it by now, because otherwise, Morinaga was going to go crazy.
Tatsumi's hair was wet and his glasses were off, cheeks flushed pink and chest heaving and he looked gorgeous and wanton. Morinaga hummed softly, kissing his way down the scientist's jaw, all the way to his lips, where they met in a tender kiss. If anything, Morinaga would probably give up sex completely if he had to trade it in for just simply kissing Tatsumi. For such a bitter man, he had the softest lips and kissing him always left him dizzy and lightheaded.
"Senpai," he whispered. "You want this, don't you?" he asked gently, moving his knee in another slow, teasing grind, fingers dancing up and down his hip, his hand moving from his wrist to entwine their fingers together.
What do you think I want?
That was just about the last thing Tatsumi wanted to hear from the other right then. As his face couldn't get any more red than it already was, the scientist moved on to another form of expressing his embarrassment. Tilting his head to the side, he tried to avoid looking at the other, but dammit, peripheral vision was making that rather difficult right now. "I told you I was tired, Morinaga!" he hissed, flinching slightly as he was pressed against the wall. "And the panting is because I'm fucking angry at you. It takes effort to keep shouting at you."
However, that burst of anger left as quickly as it came. Tatsumi turned away once more, a vulnerable expression appearing on his face. As he felt that warm, slick tongue curl around his ear, he squeezed his eyes shut, as if disgusted by the act. Unfortunately for him, his mind and body seemed to be on a different page, as they always seemed to be when Morinaga decided to have a go at him. "S--stop it!" he whispered, voice barely audible over the water. "I said sto-- mmph!"
Lips caught with Morinaga's, his eyes flew open, and his hands waved about helplessly. He struggled against the other's grip and failed miserably before getting his whole body into the act. He didn't want this, he didn't! He was not going to have sex with Morinaga, despite the fact that his body was already saying something else. His mind would not have it!
When his assistant spoke again, Tatsumi stared at him wide eyed, an almost frightened look appearing on his face then. Morinaga had that look in his eyes again, that same look that always appeared when they did this. The scientist swallowed hard as a nervous smile tugged at his lips. With the other in this state, there was no way out of this, none at all.
"I... no... ? Not... really?" He tried to melt into the shower wall, but unfortunately, it didn't give way. Tatsumi cursed himself mentally. When would this bad day come to an end?!
Tatsumi looked younger when he wasn't looking like he wanted to kill everyone with his bare hands. Despite the heat of the shower, Morinaga shivered as he gazed back at the other man, blinking slowly, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. He hated when Tatsumi protested and asked him to stop. Most of him wanted to comply, but another part of him didn't. He wasn't sure what he preferred; the angry death glare or the vulnerable, almost scared expression that he was giving him now.
What was there to be nervous about? They had done this before. Morinaga tilted his head to the side inquisitively, eyelashes beaded with shower water. "I know you do, senpai. Please? I love you, so much," he murmured, leaning in for another intoxicating kiss. The hand on Tatsumi's waist moved up to cup his cheek, running the pad of his thumb underneath his eye soothingly.
Breaking away for a breath, he gazed into Tatsumi's eyes again, panting heavily. "I love you," he repeated. "Let me make you feel good, both of us feel good," he sighed, sliding his hand down to one of the other's nipples and squeezing it gently, twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, watching the Tatsumi's face all the while.
That knee between those wet thighs began moving again in that slow grind, and Morinaga moved in to begin sweetly kissing his way across Tatsumi's neck, sucking and licking here and there, leaving light red marks and laving them with his tongue. So good. Every time was so good with Tatsumi.
If only the other would reciprocate more positively. Morinaga would probably die of happiness.
It took a moment, but Tatsumi's anger seemed to be making somewhat of a comeback. His lips curled into a scowl, and his brow creased. "Don't go off making decisions like that on your own, idiot," he snarled. "Besides, at this stage I already know it doesn't matter I say or do. You're going to go ahead anyways!!"
But then there were two fingers at his nipple, a warm mouth on his neck, a wet tongue brushing against his skin, and the scientist fell silent, eyes going wide. He writhed under the touch, trying to get closer and farther at the same time. Tatsumi flailed for a moment longer before going limp, a look of resignation and surrender written all over his face. His body had already given in long before, but now the fight was gone and out of his mind. Morinaga had won yet another round.
"Let my hands go. It'll be easier if I can hold onto you," he murmured, unable to maintain eye contact. Once the other had complied, Tatsumi looped his arms loosely around Morinaga's neck. His hands clamped onto his forearms, and he looked the other in the eye, an unreadable expression on his face. "If you're going to do it, hurry it up," he muttered. "As I said, I'm tired."
As if to speed up the process, he grabbed the body wash and poured a dollop onto his hand before reaching around to prepare himself. A momentary flicker of pain appeared on his face as he did so, but they had done it often enough that Tatsumi knew that his body would settle down to it. Upon finishing, his arm returned to its original position, albeit with a bit more goo.
"Go on, Morinaga."
"Don't say that, senpai," Morinaga looked a little wounded. He hated when Tatsumi treated him like some sort of deviant molester of scientists. Sure, he really liked sex. That much was true. But only with senpai. He loved him, after all. And he knew the other man felt something back for him. He wasn't sure exactly what yet, but it was there, whether Tatsumi wanted to admit it or not.
Continuing with his gentle ministrations, Morinaga straightened again to give Tatsumi another sweet kiss, soft and light and not at all intrusive. He seemed to have decided that he wanted this too, even if he wasn't acting like it. Morinaga released the other's wrists, smiling affectionately as he laced them around his neck and looked into his eyes.
And then, the other man began preparing himself, and Morinaga almost lost it right there, despite the brief flicker of pain that passed over Tatsumi's face. He kissed his jaw reassuringly as he returned both arms around his neck, and then pulled back and looked at him.
"You don't want me to...?" he glanced down between them questioningly. It would feel more like he was molesting him if he didn't do anything to make senpai feel good. Without waiting for an answer, Morinaga determinedly reached down and wrapped long, nimble fingers around the other man's cock, and began to stroke skillfully.
He knew what he was doing down there, so he returned his attention to Tatsumi's face, watching in slight awe and adoration.
"I said I'm tired, Mori-- AAH!" Tatsumi shuddered violently at the touch and sank a few inches against the tile wall. If he weren't clinging to the other, he surely would have sunk to the floor. Instead, he feet fought for purchase against the floor, as his knees continued to give way each time he tried to stand. "What are you doing?!" he hissed. "C--can't you just get this over with already!"
Removing one arm from around Morinaga's neck, the scientist reached down and caught the other's wrist, forcibly prying his hand away. A tiny whimper slipped past his lips as he did so, but the deed was done. Tatsumi locked their fingers together and brought their hands down to his side, body quivering slightly from the state he was in.
"If you're going to fuck me, do it already!" he shouted, face a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Tatsumi glared at the other for a second more before looking away, the flush in his cheeks extending to his ears. "As we've already gone this far, I won't say no, but I really am tired, Morinaga.
"So just spare me the foreplay and get on with it," he muttered, a bit of edge slipping back into his voice. "If you don't, I'm kicking you out of the shower, and I'll finish myself off." Tatsumi turned back to look at Morinaga, lips pressed into a thin line, brow furrowed in what almost looked like determination. He released the other hand and swung it upwards so that it caught his other arm. The scientist pulled the other closer, so they're noses almost rubbed against each other. "Last warning. Get on with it.
Morinaga stared back at the angry man in front of him in wide-eyed surprise, which quickly faded into disappointment and hurt. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult, senpai?" he asked quietly, lowering his gaze. "I was just trying to make it good for you," he added, but while he spoke, he obeyed the request, his other hand moving to lift Tatsumi's thigh and wrap one leg around his waist.
When the other man locked his leg there, Morinaga took a hold of himself and looked down. Taking a deep breath, he guided himself slickly inside senpai, slowly, inch by inch until he was buried deep inside. Panting heavily now, but otherwise not moving to give the other a few moments to adjust, Morinaga gazed into Tatsumi's eyes. Just once he wished for a little reciprocation. A gentle hand cupping his cheek, a soft moan of his name. Anything. Anything to let him know that Tatsumi really cared about him.
"I love you, senpai," he murmured, lifting Tatsumi's other leg and holding on, pressing his back into the shower wall firmly as he pulled out a few inches and drove back in. He lowered his lips to his neck once again, kissing gently as his hips began to pick up and set a steady rhythm.
"Can't you ever try to enjoy this? All I want is to make you happy... to make you mine," he continued murmuring into Tatsumi's ear, hips pivoting, looking for that spot that would make the other man shudder with pleasure, whether he wanted to or not.
Eyes squeezing shut, Tatsumi braced for the usual pain that accompanied the other's entrance. He bit down on his lip for a second before letting go with an exhale. Even though this certainly wasn't the first time they had done this, the scientist could never really seem to become used to the sensation of being penetrated. It felt like the first time each time, and he hated it.
Legs curling around Morinaga's waist, he shifted slightly and buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. Every now and then, he would make a soft grunt or whimper, but aside from that, the scientist took it all quietly, far more quietly than he did usually. It was those silly words that his assistant kept saying to him. Why did he like him so much?! Why couldn't Morinaga fall in love with someone else?!
"If you're giving me something I don't want, how the hell do you expect me to enjoy it?" he mumbled. Even though he said those words, they didn't carry as much weight or edge to them as usual. Tatsumi opened his eyes slightly, his gaze focusing on the other's hair, the drops of water dripping off of the individual strands.
He fell silent again, body sort of just taking what Morinaga was giving him. Tatsumi continued to cling to the other before that spot was hit. He froze then, eyes growing wide, as his mouth formed a large "O." He shuddered and nearly lost his grip on the other, as a groan spilled unheeded past his lips.
"F--fucking... homos," he muttered, as he dug his fingernails into his arms, Morinaga's back. Tatsumi's head leaned back, gently hitting the tile behind him, and exposed his neck. The warmth pooling down in the groin only grew hotter, and it would only be a matter of time before he flew apart.
It always felt good, having Tatsumi cling to him like that, regardless of whatever harsh words the other was saying. Morinaga increased the rhythm and pace, pressing himself inside Tatsumi even faster now, holding on to him carefully. He tilted his head and rested against the other's as he buried his face in his neck, panting heavily and likewise not making very much noise.
Even with his lust addled mind, Morinaga still felt that usual disappointment. Getting the chance to be this close with senpai was more than a dream come true, but needless to say, the fantasy of it all was less than he had hoped for. It still felt like he was forcing himself onto Tatsumi. Maybe he was. But he knew that if he didn't, they wouldn't get anywhere, as the other was more than glad to pretend like anything intimate between the two had never happened.
Tatsumi shuddered and Morinaga couldn't help but smile at that. He pushed in at the same angle again, wanting to bring the other as much pleasure as he could. He loved him, more than he could ever express in words, more than Tatsumi would probably ever appreciate. He flinched a little but for the most part ignored the homo remark, distracting the other man by driving into that spot again, feeling himself beginning to lose control.
Seeing stars a moment later, Morinaga shuddered himself and let go, pressing deeply into Tatsumi and stopping, resting his forehead on the other's shoulder as he came. For a few moments, his mind was blissfully blank, and all he thought of was Tatsumi.
Tatsumi's breath came in shallow gasps as Morinaga continued to pummel away, and then he stopped breathing altogether as he came to a climax, body shaking with pleasure as the sensation rattled his entire form. It appeared that the other came shortly after, and somewhere in the back of his mind, the scientist cursed Morinaga for cumming inside of him. Again.
For a moment, he simply stayed where he was, catching his breathing and letting the water wash away the mess on his stomach. Then gingerly, Tatsumi pulled himself up and off of Morinaga but kept his arms firmly around the other as he settled his feet on the ground again. It took him a moment to gain his balance, but he finally managed to do it.
"Since you're already in here, you might as well shower, too," Tatsumi grumbled as he grabbed the shampoo. He poured a dollop in his hand and started to work his hair, turning around briefly to stare at Morinaga. His assistant didn't seem all that happy, but he had a feeling he knew why.
"If you want me to say 'I love you' or something, I'd suggest trying to court me in other ways instead of just having sex," he said, getting straight to the point. Tatsumi finished shampooing his hair and rinsed it out before moving on to the conditioner and repeating the process. "And don't you dare do anything stupid out in public, alright? I'm not a homo like you.
"I'm only doing this with you because you're a special person. That's... That's all!" Tatsumi glowered at Morinaga for a second longer before turning around to hide the angry blush spreading across his cheeks.
Resting his hand on the wall for support while he attempted to catch his breath, Morinaga watched Tatsumi wash his hair silently. He was slightly surprised that the other man didn't kick him out straight away, but rather begrudgingly "offered" to let him finish the shower together.
Eyes widening again, Morinaga simply stared at the light-haired man a few feet away from him, mouth open in disbelief. If you want me to say 'I love you' he had said. So there was hope after all, even if technically, Morinaga had tried the non-sexual way of courting. For five years. In a round about way, of course.
Snapping his mouth shut, he smiled happily and reached for the shampoo and then froze again. Tatsumi had just called him special. And he was blushing again, which signified that he meant what he said and was extremely embarrassed about it. Crossing the short distance between them, he wrapped his arms around Tatsumi's waist again and rested his chin on his shoulder, holding him close. "You think I'm special, senpai?" he smiled, leaning in to kiss the other's cheek before letting him go again, backing off to begin washing his own hair.
"And I did try courting you before. Sort of. But you ignored me," he reminded the other. "At least in that sort of way. You paid attention to me as an assistant, and a punching bag, but nothing else," he continued.
"So what do you want me to do? Most people do romantic things, like flowers and chocolates and what not. But considering you didn't even like the term "lovers" or that rather platonic planner I bought you, I figured that if I tried something like that, I'd end up being beaten to death by flowers, with a pound of chocolate shoved down my throat," he smiled sardonically at the other as he rinsed out his hair.
Tatsumi nearly turned around and shoved the bar of soap down Morinaga's throat when the other's arms looped around his waist. Unfortunately (or fortunately for the other), he turned around too slowly, and for the second time that day, he missed attacking his assistant. A near insane smile appeared on his face then as a dangerous light flickered in his eyes. He wasn't going to miss this time, but then...
Then Morinaga was asking him questions, questions of the romantic sort. Tatsumi deflated quickly and turned back around to go back to lathering himself. Morinaga did have a good point. Nothing he had done seemed to work on the scientist up to this point, but then again, it sort of felt like everything his assistant did in regards to their... thing had some ulterior motive behind it.
Tatsumi snorted softly at the mention of the platonic planner when Morinaga mentioned it. It would've been a perfectly good gift if it weren't for the damn hearts reminding him of their weekly... night together. The corner of his lip twitched slightly, but he said nothing of it. That planner had gone into the trash after all.
"You can buy me lunch and dinner," he said finally. Tatsumi turned around again and began to wash himself off in the process. "But I don't mean that in the romantic dinner sort of way, alright?" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You buy something, and bring it back here to eat." He paused, his lip curling into a slight frown. "And... if you didn't annoy me earlier on in the day, we can eat it together.
"BUT THAT'S IT. None of this 'Let me feed you, senpai' stuff. Understood?" Tatsumi glared at the other. "And no FOOTSIE under the table either!!"
Returning the usual death glare with an amused smile, Morinaga nodded his head. "Alright, senpai. I understand," he replied. "And thank you," he added in a softer, genuine tone, looking over at the other fondly. It was certainly better than nothing, he had to admit, even though that maniacal smile senpai had on his face a few moments before was rather bone chilling. Luckily, it had faded. The other seemed very discombobulated whenever the topic of romance came up. Then again, Tatsumi wasn't a very friendly man, to anyone.
"Can I... ask one more thing? I'd almost be willing to not "bother" you with sex so often if you'd be nice enough to let me hug and kiss you every once in awhile without having to worry about getting pummeled to death," he grinned, folding his arms and leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower.
"It's not that much to ask. I won't do it all the time, and I'll try not to do it in public. Only when it's just the two of us," he promised, raising his eyebrows at the angry looking man. His expression was honest and heartfelt and he meant what he said. Maybe if Tatsumi let him be a little more affectionate, eventually he could wear away that cold exterior. Maybe.
The water in the shower, at long last, was starting to get cold.
Tatsumi stared at Morinaga for a second, pondering his offer. Receive hugs and kisses more often instead of having sex that often. The scientist reached over and turned the water off before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. He dried himself off quickly before tying it around his waist.
"It's a deal," he muttered as he replaced his glasses and picked up the brush on the bathroom counter. Tatsumi looked at it for a moment to make sure it was clean (or looked clean at least) before running it through his hair. "And I hope this 'trying' of yours works better than what happened just then."
After combing his hair, Tatsumi sighed softly and gathered his clothes off the floor. He'd probably have to go shop for clothing tomorrow, seeing as he didn't really want to be wearing the same thing every day if he was going to be stuck here for a while. Either way, this would be his outfit for tomorrow, and he should hang it up at least. So, without a word to Morinaga, he stalked out of the bathroom to hang his things up in the bedroom closet.
Once done with that, he picked the bed farthest from the door and sat down on the edge of it. It was soft and squishy, but it didn't sag under his weight. Tatsumi sighed once more and simply stared at the opposite wall for a second. He really was quite tired, and now he was feeling a little sore as well.
Damn sex.
Wow. He actually agreed?! Morinaga was shocked for the dozenth time that evening, and he stared stupidly after Tatsumi as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was being granted hugs and kisses without getting punched. It was a miracle.
Trying to keep from bouncing about happily and further annoying an already disgruntled and sore looking Tatsumi, Morinaga followed after him, grabbing another towel and drying himself off in the bathroom once the other had left. He slipped his boxers back on and folded up his clothes, hanging the towel up and then heading into the bedroom.
Ah, two beds. No snuggling then, he supposed. He made a face at this but said nothing, setting his clothes on the bedside table next to the other bed. He sat down, mirroring the other's position for a moment before tilting his head to the side. "Sorry if you're sore," he muttered apologetically.
"It's a bit late for that, don't you think?" Tatsumi said, voice a low growl. His lips curled into another frown, and he huffed quietly. Honestly, if Morinaga was so worried about his ass, he should think about it before having sex, not after. He crossed his arms protectively across his chest and looked away for a moment.
"In case you were wondering, the only reason why I agreed was because hugs and kisses don't leave me quite as sore as sex does, alright? It's not because I enjoy them any more or anything," he explained, eyes flicking over to stare at his assistant. Tatsumi stood up then and turned down the covers of his bed. He crawled in, towel and all, before pulling the blankets up.
Once that was done, he fussed around underneath the covers before pulling the towel out and tossing it onto the nightstand. A light blush crossing his features, Tatsumi cast Morinaga a dirty glance. "You already had your fun tonight. You had better NOT be thinking about crawling into my bed when I fall asleep.
"I've already let you off several times today, but don't think it'll happen again. You'll find my foot in your face if you try anything." The scientist glowered at Morinaga for a few more seconds before rolling onto his side and away from the other. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, tried to forget the entire messed up situation he was in.
Surprisingly enough, it just took a minute or two before he was out like a light.
Cringing again, Morinaga looked appropriately remorseful, even if he wasn't particularly sorry about the sex part. It felt good, and even if Tatsumi was complaining about the after effects, he knew to some degree that it had felt good to him as well.
"Of course, senpai. Whatever you say," he replied to the other's explanation as to why he had agreed to the hugs and kisses. He smiled affectionately, even though it did mean that he would have to cut back on the sex. Morinaga didn't mind very much. Tatsumi complained so much about sleeping with him, and him having a one track mind, that maybe this would work to his advantage again.
Besides, he was looking forward to getting to hug and kiss the other man without being socked in the jaw. It would certainly be a nice change of pace.
Amused that Tatsumi seemed embarrassed by his nudity even after what the two of them had just been up to, Morinaga remained seating on the bed, simply watching as the other finally removed the towel once he was safely covered by the blankets. Ignoring the dirty glance, he smiled innocently and nodded once more. "Yes, senpai. Goodnight," he replied, lying down on his own bed and propping up his head with his arms.
He waited patiently for about five minutes, listening to Tatsumi's breathing even out and when he was sure the other was sound asleep, he tiptoed over and slipped into bed behind him, one arm wrapping around his midsection. Sighing in contentment, Morinaga took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of Tatsumi's freshly washed hair and snuggling up close to him.
"I love you, senpai," he murmured, closing his eyes and finally joining the other in sleep.
Rating; NC-17! (reluctant!uke-ness, derogatory gay remarks, swearing)
Characters; Morinaga and Tatsumi
Summary; Unfortunately for Tatsumi, the two men meet up by the carousel, find a room together, have dinner and steamy shower sexxin's.
Log;
Morinaga was grinning. Widely. True, he was stuck in this strange city, cellphone-less, straight from his comfortable dreams, but senpai was there. Everything else didn't really bother him so much anymore.
After all, he had been the first person Morinaga had thought of when he had found himself not his bed, but in front of that carousel, surrounded by strange looking people. It was a relief, a surprise and a delight to have the man he loved there with him.
Not that it was going to be hugs and loves and cuddles. It would probably be more along the lines of punches, cursing and kicking, as usual, but still. He smiled as he walked down the street, watching as the carousel get closer and closer, and a few moments later, he spotted him, looking pissed off and sulky. Senpai hadn't seen him yet.
Time to be sneaky. He was probably going to get punched for this, but it would be worth it. Slipping around through the crowd of people passing by, he made his way behind Tatsumi and then…
..tackled him. From behind. Long arms wrapped lovingly around the other man and lips descended on a warm neck, pressing a single kiss there. "Senpai!" he greeted, before pulling away quickly and hopefully, out of punching range.
Where was that useless homo?!
Tatsumi glowered at everyone walking past him, arms crossed defensively across his chest. He didn't want to be here, wherever here was. His experiment and his lab was waiting for him back at home, and really, he just wanted to get back to it. Why, he'd even put up with daily sex from Morinaga if he could just return! What had he done to ever deserve this? Why was he being punished by being stuck in some city that wasn't even on Earth? Why why why?!
With a sigh of resignation, he checked his watch. It had been about twenty minutes since his assistant had said that he'd be coming, so... where was he?
The researcher was about to take a little stroll around the carousel to see if the other was just on the other side of it, but then he was tackled by none other than the man he sought. That would have been somewhat fine, but then he felt the gentle press of lips against his neck. Tatsumi froze for just a second before whirling around, fist coming up right behind him.
Unfortunately, Morinaga had managed to slip just a bit past his range, and the punch sailed through the air, not connecting with anything. Tatsumi scowled at the other before rubbing the back of his neck, a furious blush crossing his features.
"What the fuck did you do that for?!" he demanded, the fist still balled up by his side. Tatsumi took a step toward the other and grabbed his collar. "You realize we're in a public place, don't you?!"
That was close, but luckily, anticipated, and Morinaga grinned again... until Tatsumi yanked on his collar, pulling their faces close together, noses almost touching. Jeez, he was just asking to be kissed square on the lips, but with their close proximity, and that hand curled around the fabric of his shirt, there was no way he'd be able to escape from another punch.
"I missed you," Morinaga shrugged helpless, bringing his hands up in surrender. "Besides, it's not like anyone knows us around here. And I don't think anyone saw me kiss your neck, anyway," he continued, trying to calm the other man down a little, even if he did look really hot when he was angry. He liked senpai when he wasn't fuming too, though that was a rarity in itself.
"Sorry, senpai," he added a bit more humbly now, gazing back into the other's face, silently asking for forgiveness. Truthfully, he wasn't all that sorry, and had enjoyed it, having his arms wrapped around the other man, smelling his hair and feeling the soft skin of his neck beneath his lips. But he figured if he was going to get out of this without too much physical damage to his body, he had better at least apologize.
"I found you, though," Morinaga smiled cheerfully now. "Do you want to try and go find a room now? Er, I mean two rooms, of course?" he asked, quickly correcting himself before Tatsumi could attack him again. He was still disappointed they wouldn't be sharing a room.
Tatsumi glared at the other before shoving him away, his hand releasing the other's shirt. He picked his backpack off the ground and slung it over his shoulder before facing his assistant again. "Yes, you found me," he grumbled, eyes narrowing at Morinaga's verbal mistake. "Unless you have another other molesting or groping I need to hit you for right now, I would say that we should go find a place to stay now."
Without really waiting for the other to respond, the scientist marched off, fuming all the way. There was a building right next to them; a sign reading "five" hung above the door. Tatsumi stared at it for a moment, shrugged, and pushed the door open with little ceremony. The lobby area wasn't plain and empty, but then again, the scientist didn't really care; he didn't intend to stay here for very long anyways.
Looking around, he spotted an elevator and stomped over, slamming his fist into the up button. Tatsumi crossed his arms across his chest impatiently, foot tapping as he waited. As if suddenly struck by a bad thought or something, he turned to face Morinaga head on, brow furrowing as he did so.
"Don't you dare come up behind me like that again," he growled. Tatsumi continued to glower at the other until the elevator doors slid open with a soft hiss. He motioned for the other to enter first before he followed suit.
Once inside, however, the scientist quietly wished he had just taken the stairs. There was no one else in the elevator besides the two of them, there were no cameras, and there was an emergency stop button.
Oh god. If Morinaga did anything perverted, Tatsumi was going to clock the other like there was no tomorrow.
Morinaga shook his head and smiled, recovering quickly from being pushed and straightening out his shirt. When Tatsumi was in a mood like this one, it was best just to let him go off and not get in the way, or there was sure to be an even bigger train wreck than usual. Squealing breaks and flying metal included.
"No, not right now," Morinaga replied cheerfully, and a bit more quieter than usual as he followed Tatsumi into the building labeled "five". He remained silent from then on, walking over to the elevator after the other man, until he turned around and got in his face again. Eyes widening, he held up his hands in his defense once more. "I said I was sorry, senpai," he protested lightly, staring back innocently while Tatsumi continued glaring.
Finally, the doors opened and the two of them stepped inside. Morinaga watched the doors shut and gazed around the elevator. A wicked idea popped into his head at probably the same time the same dreaded notion hit Tatsumi. Inching towards the other man, Morinaga moved in for the kill, threading his arms around Tatsumi's waist and gently pressing him against the wall of the elevator.
"Senpai," he breathed, leaning in to whisper in his ear. "I really did miss you," he murmured, running his tongue along the shell of Tatsumi's ear before sucking on his earlobe seductively. "You made me so happy when you admitted that we're lovers. I mean it," he added sincerely, affection written across his face and clear in the tone of his voice.
Morinaga was on the move, and Tatsumi didn't like it one bit.
As his assistant inched toward him, he couldn't help but back up against the wall, his skin prickling uncomfortably. If he were a cat, all of his fur would've been standing on end at that point; claws would be all out, and a hiss would be slipping past his lips. However, he wasn't a cat, so he simply gave Morinaga an angry look.
But then there was a puff of warm breath against his ear, and he shivered without his wanting to. Tatsumi ground his teeth together, freezing on the spot at the feel of wet, slick tongue against his ear. He held his breath, fingers clawing at the metal walls. He didn't need this right now. He did not need this right now, but his body was stuck, frozen! It was only when Morinaga pulled at his earlobe that the scientist snapped back into his usual self.
His fist came up by his side, connecting with the other's jaw with a loud crack.
"FUCKING PERVERT!!" he shouted as pushed Morinaga into the elevator door from him before his hands went to circle the other's neck. Tatsumi seethed then, that scary look coming across his face once more. He knew he couldn't trust the other! He knew he couldn't Morinaga to keep his hands to himself! "You're a monster! A sex-crazed bea-- AAAH!!"
A soft chime sounded, and the elevator door slid open behind Morinaga. As he fell over into the hallway on the fourth floor, Tatsumi couldn't help but think how very lousy his day had been thus far.
For a few precious seconds, Morinaga thought he was going to get away without a violent reaction, but he was unfortunately wrong. And his throbbing jaw let him know. As did his back smacking into the elevator door, and the hands moving up to wrap around his neck. "Senpai, please calm down!" he gasped, not knowing what injury to start rubbing first.
He didn't have much time to think about it, because suddenly, they were falling and Morinaga's back and head were slamming into the ground, with a very angry Tatsumi on top of him. Wasn't this usually the other way around? Bah, he was in too much pain to completely pay attention to the possibility of getting turned on by this.
"Let me help you up," he muttered, shaking his slightly dizzy head and crawling out from beneath Tatsumi. "You don't always have to call me a pervert," he added quietly, his feelings a bit more hurt than his jaw and head. "How am I perverted if we're lovers, anyway?" he sighed, reaching out a hand for the other to take. Somehow, he doubted Tatsumi even knew what that meant, or entailed.
Tatsumi glared upwards at the other for a second, contemplating whether or not to accept his hand or not. Finally, he grabbed it and got to his feet. The scientist dusted himself off for a second before turning on Morinaga, lips still curved downward in a frown. They twitched for a second as if he was having trouble saying what he wanted to.
"...sorry," he grumbled, voice barely audible. Tatsumi shot his assistant a look before looking away, eyes traveling down the long hallway stretched in front of them. If there was anyone else on their floor, they sure made it a point to be quieter than a mouse and act as if they weren't here. This could be a good thing or a very bad thing. Glancing over his shoulder, he waved at Morinaga. "Let's go."
As they walked down the hall, the scientist thought about what the other had said. Yes, it was true that he'd finally allowed Morinaga to call them lovers, but really, that was just because he hated the term sex friends even more. Tatsumi scowled but made no verbal mention of it. On top of that, what was Morinaga hinting at with that last question of his?
A perverted person was a perverted person! What more was there to understand? The scientist shook his head angrily before coming to an abrupt stop in front of a door, the number 48 gleaming on the smooth, wood surface. He turned to face Morinaga. "This will be my room," he said, as he turned the doorknob. "When you have decided on your own, come back here. We need to discuss how to get out of here."
What the hell? Did Tatsumi just apologize to him? Morinaga had to force himself not to gape obviously, but simply stared at the other man in disbelief, blinking a few times. It had been very quiet and mostly muttered through a grumble, but he had definitely said sorry.
Rubbing his bruised jaw tenderly, Morinaga nodded in reply, not wanting to say anything for the now, lest he break the moment, or worse, incite more violence from the scientist. Instead, he followed the other as he beckoned him down the hallway, one hand shoved into his pocket while the other continued nursing his jaw. Damn, senpai punched hard. Where had he learned that right hook, anyway? He could probably take down a brick wall with it.
Sighing quietly, only the sound of their shoes padding quietly down the carpeted hallway filled Morinaga's ears, and he gazed longingly at the back of the other man. Briefly, he wondered if he would have had this much trouble 'courting' him if he had been a girl himself, but that was pointless to mull over. He wasn't a girl. He was a man, and a gay one at that, and Tatsumi knew that good and well. Which was really the problem.
That, and the man was a bit emotionally constipated.
Lost in his thoughts, Morinaga just barely stopped himself from running into Tatsumi's back and he blinked up at the door of the room he had chosen. His mouth opened to plead again that the two of them share a room, but he hesitated. After the whole elevator incident, senpai was probably a bit more pissed off and surly than usual, but he had just apologized in a surprising twist.
"Senpai," he said quietly, raising his eyebrows. "May I please stay with you?" he asked, going for politeness. "I'll promise to try and keep my hands to myself," he added. Keyword being try. At least Morinaga was making an effort.
Tatsumi stared at Morinaga for a second, quirking a brow in the process. He didn't respond and pushed the door open. Silently, he stepped into his temporary home and took in his surroundings. There was a kitchenette to the right with the dining room on the left. Moving further in, the scientist found a small living room that opened up to the right into the bedroom; the bathroom was right next to it. Tatsumi peered into the bedroom and noted the setting.
Two beds.
Gently tapping the door frame to the bedroom, he turned around and walked back toward the front door before turning sharply and walking into the dining room. He paused for a moment and leaned back enough to look at Morinaga. "If you're coming in, hurry up," he muttered before disappearing from the other's view. "And shut the door behind you. If we do have any neighbors, we don't need them to get any ideas."
Having said that, Tatsumi sat down and dropped his backpack onto the table before fishing out a binder. He cracked it open and looked at all of his detailed notes regarding the bacteria cultures along his working time line. He really only had a week to get back; they could make it, right? It wasn't that he couldn't start over, but that would mean another three months of preparation!
With a sigh, he propped his head up on a hand and stared glumly at the papers there. Tatsumi then shut his binder with a loud clap and shoved it back into his backpack before tossing the whole thing onto the ground. A frown curved his lips, and he sat there sulking, acting like a child who suddenly discovered he couldn't go to a party.
So, that was it? Was Tatsumi going to ignore that request, or give in for once and let him stay? Morinaga wasn't sure, and he waited outside a bit anxiously, still fingering the sore spot on his chin and chewing on his bottom lip. He listened to the sounds of the other man checking out the small suite, peering in through the partly opened door, until Tatsumi himself appeared again.
Morinaga's eyes lit up and he smiled happily as he stepped into the room and shut the door behind him, locking it just in case. They were in a strange city, after all. Being extra careful was only smart.
Once that was done, he looked around and quickly found senpai again, sulking like a petulant child, his backpack on the floor. Frowning lightly with concern, he sat down next to him at a respectful but comfortable distance and rested his arms on the table, merely watching the other man for a few moments. Morinaga knew how important Tatsumi's work was to him, and understood why he was frustrated. He, of course, was familiar with the bacteria cultures as well, and knew just how long they had left before they needed to get back to them, or the whole thing would go to waste.
"Hey," he said gently, reaching up to rest his hand carefully on Tatsumi's shoulder. "I meant what I said before. If we don't get back in time, I'll work overtime so we can get started again and try to catch up," he said sincerely, eyes filled with honesty. He squeezed the other man's shoulder gently, running it down his back softly before pulling it away. He had promised to try and keep his hands to himself, after all, even though he was dying to go over there and try to kiss that frown right off of his face.
Tatsumi's eyes flicked over to meet Morinaga's for a moment before it went to look at the hand resting on his shoulder. However, before he could make some snappish comment, it was gone, and in truth, it left the scientist just a little surprised. His eyebrows rose slightly, and he turned his head slightly to look the other face on.
"And you also meant that you'd keep your hands to yourself then?" he asked. Tatsumi nodded his head in acknowledgement once without even waiting for a response from Morinaga. He then rose wordlessly and walked into the kitchen. There was a bit of banging here and there, but it was only because he was checking to see what had been given to them and what hadn't.
There were plenty of pots, pans, glasses, and cups, but sadly, there wasn't any food or drink. Tatsumi grumbled and muttered something about needing a stiff drink before trudging back to the dining table. He then reached into his backpack and produced a small bento box; the scientist set it on the table.
"Until we find a place that sells food, this is all we have," he said, jabbing at the container with his index finger. "I'd say we could go and get something else to eat right now, but I'm far too annoyed and tired to deal with anything else right now."
How many hours had he been awake now? Tatsumi drew a blank with that question, and it only served to worsen his mood. He grumbled for a moment longer before prying the lid off the container. "So unless you have any complaints, I'd like to eat this horribly late dinner, shower, and go to bed."
Tatsumi was even grumpier than usual, unfortunately. And he obviously wasn't going to forget Morinaga's promise to keep his hands to himself any time soon. He didn't get a chance to reply, however, as the other man rose to his feet and headed in the kitchen, while Morinaga slumped back into his chair with a sigh, listening to the sound of random, quiet grumblings.
When the other came back empty handed, he figured the kitchen was also empty of any food. Tatsumi confirmed that a moment later, and surprised Morinaga by pulling out a bento box from his backpack. Handy, that. And needless to say, he wasn't all that surprised to hear that the other was too annoyed to go out that night.
"Mm. I'm not that hungry, senpai. You go ahead. But thank you," he smiled appreciatively, pushing the bento box closer to the other man. A mischievous glint appeared in his eyes again, and he leaned forward a bit, just outside of Tatsumi's personal space. "I could feed it to you, though?" he grinned, and then laughed and raised his hands up again in defense.
"I'm just kidding. Don't hit me," he smiled affectionately.
Tatsumi glared at the other's offer to feed him, but he made no movement to strike the other. Instead, he fished around in his backpack once more, producing a pair of chopsticks. A second later, he pulled out a plastic spork encased in plastic wrapper. "If you don't eat now, you're going to wake me up later asking for food," he said, shoving the spork in Morinaga's face. "Eat it, unless you want me to force feed you."
The scientist paused then and realized that what he had just said could be taken the wrong way. His cheeks flushed slightly, and he huffed. "And when I mean force feed you, it's not going to be anything pleasant that you'd actually like," he added before grabbing at a piece of meat. "It'll be painful and far more like a punishment."
He chewed for a while, occasionally grumbling on the lack of alcohol. True, Tatsumi had made himself a little promise not to drink in Morinaga's presence while they were here, but oh, what he would've given to be drunk right now. He just wanted to forget that he was stuck in some godforsaken city that seemed to be another world, but alas, there wasn't really anything here to distract him with.
Though, he had a feeling that damn assistant of his would have some activity that would keep his mind off things. Tatsumi stabbed at the rice when this thought came to mind.
Morinaga reared back a little, wondering if Tatsumi was going to spork him, but he merely put it right in his face until he took it from him. "Okay, okay," he gave in, then froze at the other's last comment, a grin coming on to his face, both at the remark and the pretty blush that was traveling up Tatsumi's cheeks. He always looked so kissable when he was embarrassed.
"Yes, senpai," he replied as mundanely as he could, though a soft laugh escaped his lips as he started to eat. It was kind of silly, two grown men sharing food, one grinning while the other was grumbling, and Morinaga was completely amused, his mood lifted slightly. It looked like his evening with senpai wasn't ruined after all. In fact, there were probably less distractions in this strange city than there would have been back home.
Maybe this could work to Morinaga's advantage. It was a shame there was no alcohol about, or at least that Tatsumi refused to drink while he was there. It wasn't like he wanted to get the other man drunk all the time. He was honestly just far easier to deal with when he was slightly intoxicated. It lessened the amount and intensity of the angry blows, at least.
"You really want to go straight to sleep after this?" he asked curiously, one eyebrow arched as he chewed thoughtfully on the end of his spoon.
"I'm showering first," he said, voice coming out with a bit more edge than he had meant to. Tatsumi stabbed another piece of meat and shoved it in his mouth, as if simply by doing that the tone of his voice would be overlooked. He chewed on it for a while, taking far longer than was strictly necessary, before finally swallowing it. "I feel disgusting, and after I clean up, I can change into--
"Dammit. They probably don't have clothing here, do they?" The scientist cursed under his breath before leaving the table for a moment. He disappeared into the bedroom and then the bathroom. Several minutes later, Tatsumi returned to the table, his face a light pink and his lips pursed. "...there are towels but no clothes here.
"As I have no intention of wearing this..." He gestured at the outfit he was wearing at the moment. "...to bed, I'll... I'll be sleeping under the sheets... naked." Tatsumi gave Morinaga a long, hard stare. "If you dare to do anything while I'm in that state, that spork you're holding now will be stuck in your eye."
Tatsumi glared at the other one last time before returning to his meal, chopsticks clicking softly as he snatched this and that out of the bento box. He was just going to pretend the blush was not getting worse by the second.
God, senpai was such a damn tease! How was Morinaga not supposed to do anything, with him talking like that? Taking a shower? Sleeping naked? He swallowed hard, wishing he had some alcohol now, breath catching in his chest as he watched Tatsumi's blush brighten as he went into the bathroom and returned again. Clearly, this city and situation were working wonderfully to his advantage. No clothes meant senpai nakedness. What a shame.
Glancing down at the spork in question, Morinaga snapped it half and tossed it over his shoulder, grinning all the while. "Don't have to worry about that anymore, I guess," he smiled, scooting a little closer to Tatsumi. "You don't want to sleep with me, senpai, but you sure are putting the both of us in plenty of situations to do so," he remarked softly, raising an eyebrow at the other. What little appetite for food he had had was gone, and now, he only needed one thing and he was sitting right in front of him.
"This was supposed to be our night together anyways, senpai," he reminded him, tilting his head to the side and smiling warmly. He glanced off in the direction of the bathroom and then returned his gaze to Tatsumi's face, unflinching under that patented glare.
"You don't really want to take a shower alone in a strange place like this, do you?" he asked as innocently as he could.
Tatsumi watched as Morinaga snapped the spork in half and tossed it aside. Th--That was just not right!! He opened his mouth to protest, but he clamped it shut as the other inched closer. The scientist eyed his assistant warily and started leaning ever so slightly away from him. "It's not my fault! It's just that this city is so unaccommodating and... IT'S NOT MY FAULT, DAMMIT," he said, voice rising as he spoke. "And you said that you wouldn't do anything of that sort, Morinaga.
"Even if it is our 'night together,' I told you that I'm not sleeping with you while we're here!" Tatsumi glowered at the other, his entire face quite red now. "Besides! I am perfectly capable of showering by myself, thank you!"
Throwing his chopsticks down on the table, the scientist rose and stomped off to the bathroom. The door slammed shut behind him, and there appeared to be a soft click followed by another and another. It stopped after a while, but only after a string of profanities could be heard from within. The apartment fell silent then, but if one strained his ears enough, he could just make out the gentle rustle of clothing being removed. About a minute later, the water started running, quickly followed by a yelp declaring the water too hot.
Flinching slightly as the door slammed shut, Morinaga waited for a few moments, drumming his fingers on the table with his chin propped up in his hand. There was the water, and a yelp of pain, which meant Tatsumi was in the shower. Naked.
Rising from the table, he kicked his shoes off, balancing carefully as he yanked off his socks, tossing them haphazardly after his shoes. Off went his shirt next as he walked, and then his belt, leaving him only in his jeans. Now the problem would be the lock on the door, which Morinaga had heard Tatsumi fiddle with a few moments before.
As silently as he could, he turned the handle, waiting to meet the resistance of a lock. But instead, the handle turned easily and the door opened. A gleeful smile brightened Morinaga's face as he slipped into the bathroom, shutting the door as quietly as possible and slipping out of his jeans and boxers, leaving them on the floor near Tatsumi's clothes.
Alright. This could either lead to hot shower sex with the man he loved, or another added bruise to his jaw, possible a black eye or two, and maybe castration. Worth the risk?
You betcha.
For the second time that day, Morinaga slipped in behind Tatsumi and wrapped his arms around his wet naked waist. "Senpai," he murmured happily, resting his chin on his shoulder, feeling the hot spray of water hitting his skin. "I got lonely. Please don't be angry with me," he whispered above the sound of the shower, running his hands up and down Tatsumi's wet chest sensually.
Well, if nothing else was working in his favor in this damn city, Tatsumi had to say that the shower was nice at least. The water was hot, the soap smelled nice, and the shampoo and conditioner provided didn't seem too bad either. Admittedly, he hadn't gotten used any of that stuff yet, as he was simply enjoying the spray of water at the moment.
Eyes closed, the scientist didn't notice Morinaga slipping into the bathroom, and it was only when he felt a slight temperature shift that he cracked an eye open. The shower curtain was falling back in place, and a pair of arms were winding around his waist. Tatsumi froze at the voice next to his ear and the gentle touch on his chest.
"M--MORINAGA, WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN MY SHOWER?!" he shouted, whirling around to face the other. Tatsumi planted his hands on his assistant's shoulders, forcing them as far apart as he could within the confines of the shower. "I TOLD YOU I COULD SHOWER BY MYSELF."
The blush that had since faded from his face came back full force, and if it were at all possible, it seemed to be getting worse with each passing second. He was naked. In front of Morinaga. And they were in the shower together. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?!" His hands balled into fists but remained firmly planted on the other's shoulders. God knows what would happen if he didn't keep pushing him away. "I WASN'T GOING TO TAKE THAT LONG OF A SHOWER ANYWAYS, SO IF YOU COULD... JUST... GET OUT."
Tatsumi panted lightly and glared at Morinaga.
"What do you think I want?" Morinaga was even more amused by Tatsumi's bright blushing. "It isn't like you haven't seen me naked before, senpai. And vice versa," he chuckled lightly, gently taking a hold of Tatsumi's wrists and removing his hands from his shoulders. "And if I had left you alone in here? You'd skulk off to bed, where there are more weapons for you to use against me," he grinned, leaning in and pressing the other man against the shower wall gently.
Letting go of one wrist, Morinaga wound his now free arm all the way around Tatsumi's waist, setting his long slim fingers on the opposite hip, while one sneaky knee pressed up in between his thighs, moving in a slow circle. "You're panting, senpai," he murmured, leaning forward to lick at the other man's ear again, this time not expecting a punch at all. There was always a point when Tatsumi gave in to his desire. Hopefully they had passed it by now, because otherwise, Morinaga was going to go crazy.
Tatsumi's hair was wet and his glasses were off, cheeks flushed pink and chest heaving and he looked gorgeous and wanton. Morinaga hummed softly, kissing his way down the scientist's jaw, all the way to his lips, where they met in a tender kiss. If anything, Morinaga would probably give up sex completely if he had to trade it in for just simply kissing Tatsumi. For such a bitter man, he had the softest lips and kissing him always left him dizzy and lightheaded.
"Senpai," he whispered. "You want this, don't you?" he asked gently, moving his knee in another slow, teasing grind, fingers dancing up and down his hip, his hand moving from his wrist to entwine their fingers together.
What do you think I want?
That was just about the last thing Tatsumi wanted to hear from the other right then. As his face couldn't get any more red than it already was, the scientist moved on to another form of expressing his embarrassment. Tilting his head to the side, he tried to avoid looking at the other, but dammit, peripheral vision was making that rather difficult right now. "I told you I was tired, Morinaga!" he hissed, flinching slightly as he was pressed against the wall. "And the panting is because I'm fucking angry at you. It takes effort to keep shouting at you."
However, that burst of anger left as quickly as it came. Tatsumi turned away once more, a vulnerable expression appearing on his face. As he felt that warm, slick tongue curl around his ear, he squeezed his eyes shut, as if disgusted by the act. Unfortunately for him, his mind and body seemed to be on a different page, as they always seemed to be when Morinaga decided to have a go at him. "S--stop it!" he whispered, voice barely audible over the water. "I said sto-- mmph!"
Lips caught with Morinaga's, his eyes flew open, and his hands waved about helplessly. He struggled against the other's grip and failed miserably before getting his whole body into the act. He didn't want this, he didn't! He was not going to have sex with Morinaga, despite the fact that his body was already saying something else. His mind would not have it!
When his assistant spoke again, Tatsumi stared at him wide eyed, an almost frightened look appearing on his face then. Morinaga had that look in his eyes again, that same look that always appeared when they did this. The scientist swallowed hard as a nervous smile tugged at his lips. With the other in this state, there was no way out of this, none at all.
"I... no... ? Not... really?" He tried to melt into the shower wall, but unfortunately, it didn't give way. Tatsumi cursed himself mentally. When would this bad day come to an end?!
Tatsumi looked younger when he wasn't looking like he wanted to kill everyone with his bare hands. Despite the heat of the shower, Morinaga shivered as he gazed back at the other man, blinking slowly, his own chest rising and falling rapidly. He hated when Tatsumi protested and asked him to stop. Most of him wanted to comply, but another part of him didn't. He wasn't sure what he preferred; the angry death glare or the vulnerable, almost scared expression that he was giving him now.
What was there to be nervous about? They had done this before. Morinaga tilted his head to the side inquisitively, eyelashes beaded with shower water. "I know you do, senpai. Please? I love you, so much," he murmured, leaning in for another intoxicating kiss. The hand on Tatsumi's waist moved up to cup his cheek, running the pad of his thumb underneath his eye soothingly.
Breaking away for a breath, he gazed into Tatsumi's eyes again, panting heavily. "I love you," he repeated. "Let me make you feel good, both of us feel good," he sighed, sliding his hand down to one of the other's nipples and squeezing it gently, twisting it, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger, watching the Tatsumi's face all the while.
That knee between those wet thighs began moving again in that slow grind, and Morinaga moved in to begin sweetly kissing his way across Tatsumi's neck, sucking and licking here and there, leaving light red marks and laving them with his tongue. So good. Every time was so good with Tatsumi.
If only the other would reciprocate more positively. Morinaga would probably die of happiness.
It took a moment, but Tatsumi's anger seemed to be making somewhat of a comeback. His lips curled into a scowl, and his brow creased. "Don't go off making decisions like that on your own, idiot," he snarled. "Besides, at this stage I already know it doesn't matter I say or do. You're going to go ahead anyways!!"
But then there were two fingers at his nipple, a warm mouth on his neck, a wet tongue brushing against his skin, and the scientist fell silent, eyes going wide. He writhed under the touch, trying to get closer and farther at the same time. Tatsumi flailed for a moment longer before going limp, a look of resignation and surrender written all over his face. His body had already given in long before, but now the fight was gone and out of his mind. Morinaga had won yet another round.
"Let my hands go. It'll be easier if I can hold onto you," he murmured, unable to maintain eye contact. Once the other had complied, Tatsumi looped his arms loosely around Morinaga's neck. His hands clamped onto his forearms, and he looked the other in the eye, an unreadable expression on his face. "If you're going to do it, hurry it up," he muttered. "As I said, I'm tired."
As if to speed up the process, he grabbed the body wash and poured a dollop onto his hand before reaching around to prepare himself. A momentary flicker of pain appeared on his face as he did so, but they had done it often enough that Tatsumi knew that his body would settle down to it. Upon finishing, his arm returned to its original position, albeit with a bit more goo.
"Go on, Morinaga."
"Don't say that, senpai," Morinaga looked a little wounded. He hated when Tatsumi treated him like some sort of deviant molester of scientists. Sure, he really liked sex. That much was true. But only with senpai. He loved him, after all. And he knew the other man felt something back for him. He wasn't sure exactly what yet, but it was there, whether Tatsumi wanted to admit it or not.
Continuing with his gentle ministrations, Morinaga straightened again to give Tatsumi another sweet kiss, soft and light and not at all intrusive. He seemed to have decided that he wanted this too, even if he wasn't acting like it. Morinaga released the other's wrists, smiling affectionately as he laced them around his neck and looked into his eyes.
And then, the other man began preparing himself, and Morinaga almost lost it right there, despite the brief flicker of pain that passed over Tatsumi's face. He kissed his jaw reassuringly as he returned both arms around his neck, and then pulled back and looked at him.
"You don't want me to...?" he glanced down between them questioningly. It would feel more like he was molesting him if he didn't do anything to make senpai feel good. Without waiting for an answer, Morinaga determinedly reached down and wrapped long, nimble fingers around the other man's cock, and began to stroke skillfully.
He knew what he was doing down there, so he returned his attention to Tatsumi's face, watching in slight awe and adoration.
"I said I'm tired, Mori-- AAH!" Tatsumi shuddered violently at the touch and sank a few inches against the tile wall. If he weren't clinging to the other, he surely would have sunk to the floor. Instead, he feet fought for purchase against the floor, as his knees continued to give way each time he tried to stand. "What are you doing?!" he hissed. "C--can't you just get this over with already!"
Removing one arm from around Morinaga's neck, the scientist reached down and caught the other's wrist, forcibly prying his hand away. A tiny whimper slipped past his lips as he did so, but the deed was done. Tatsumi locked their fingers together and brought their hands down to his side, body quivering slightly from the state he was in.
"If you're going to fuck me, do it already!" he shouted, face a mixture of embarrassment and anger. Tatsumi glared at the other for a second more before looking away, the flush in his cheeks extending to his ears. "As we've already gone this far, I won't say no, but I really am tired, Morinaga.
"So just spare me the foreplay and get on with it," he muttered, a bit of edge slipping back into his voice. "If you don't, I'm kicking you out of the shower, and I'll finish myself off." Tatsumi turned back to look at Morinaga, lips pressed into a thin line, brow furrowed in what almost looked like determination. He released the other hand and swung it upwards so that it caught his other arm. The scientist pulled the other closer, so they're noses almost rubbed against each other. "Last warning. Get on with it.
Morinaga stared back at the angry man in front of him in wide-eyed surprise, which quickly faded into disappointment and hurt. "Why do you have to make everything so difficult, senpai?" he asked quietly, lowering his gaze. "I was just trying to make it good for you," he added, but while he spoke, he obeyed the request, his other hand moving to lift Tatsumi's thigh and wrap one leg around his waist.
When the other man locked his leg there, Morinaga took a hold of himself and looked down. Taking a deep breath, he guided himself slickly inside senpai, slowly, inch by inch until he was buried deep inside. Panting heavily now, but otherwise not moving to give the other a few moments to adjust, Morinaga gazed into Tatsumi's eyes. Just once he wished for a little reciprocation. A gentle hand cupping his cheek, a soft moan of his name. Anything. Anything to let him know that Tatsumi really cared about him.
"I love you, senpai," he murmured, lifting Tatsumi's other leg and holding on, pressing his back into the shower wall firmly as he pulled out a few inches and drove back in. He lowered his lips to his neck once again, kissing gently as his hips began to pick up and set a steady rhythm.
"Can't you ever try to enjoy this? All I want is to make you happy... to make you mine," he continued murmuring into Tatsumi's ear, hips pivoting, looking for that spot that would make the other man shudder with pleasure, whether he wanted to or not.
Eyes squeezing shut, Tatsumi braced for the usual pain that accompanied the other's entrance. He bit down on his lip for a second before letting go with an exhale. Even though this certainly wasn't the first time they had done this, the scientist could never really seem to become used to the sensation of being penetrated. It felt like the first time each time, and he hated it.
Legs curling around Morinaga's waist, he shifted slightly and buried his face in the crook of the other's neck. Every now and then, he would make a soft grunt or whimper, but aside from that, the scientist took it all quietly, far more quietly than he did usually. It was those silly words that his assistant kept saying to him. Why did he like him so much?! Why couldn't Morinaga fall in love with someone else?!
"If you're giving me something I don't want, how the hell do you expect me to enjoy it?" he mumbled. Even though he said those words, they didn't carry as much weight or edge to them as usual. Tatsumi opened his eyes slightly, his gaze focusing on the other's hair, the drops of water dripping off of the individual strands.
He fell silent again, body sort of just taking what Morinaga was giving him. Tatsumi continued to cling to the other before that spot was hit. He froze then, eyes growing wide, as his mouth formed a large "O." He shuddered and nearly lost his grip on the other, as a groan spilled unheeded past his lips.
"F--fucking... homos," he muttered, as he dug his fingernails into his arms, Morinaga's back. Tatsumi's head leaned back, gently hitting the tile behind him, and exposed his neck. The warmth pooling down in the groin only grew hotter, and it would only be a matter of time before he flew apart.
It always felt good, having Tatsumi cling to him like that, regardless of whatever harsh words the other was saying. Morinaga increased the rhythm and pace, pressing himself inside Tatsumi even faster now, holding on to him carefully. He tilted his head and rested against the other's as he buried his face in his neck, panting heavily and likewise not making very much noise.
Even with his lust addled mind, Morinaga still felt that usual disappointment. Getting the chance to be this close with senpai was more than a dream come true, but needless to say, the fantasy of it all was less than he had hoped for. It still felt like he was forcing himself onto Tatsumi. Maybe he was. But he knew that if he didn't, they wouldn't get anywhere, as the other was more than glad to pretend like anything intimate between the two had never happened.
Tatsumi shuddered and Morinaga couldn't help but smile at that. He pushed in at the same angle again, wanting to bring the other as much pleasure as he could. He loved him, more than he could ever express in words, more than Tatsumi would probably ever appreciate. He flinched a little but for the most part ignored the homo remark, distracting the other man by driving into that spot again, feeling himself beginning to lose control.
Seeing stars a moment later, Morinaga shuddered himself and let go, pressing deeply into Tatsumi and stopping, resting his forehead on the other's shoulder as he came. For a few moments, his mind was blissfully blank, and all he thought of was Tatsumi.
Tatsumi's breath came in shallow gasps as Morinaga continued to pummel away, and then he stopped breathing altogether as he came to a climax, body shaking with pleasure as the sensation rattled his entire form. It appeared that the other came shortly after, and somewhere in the back of his mind, the scientist cursed Morinaga for cumming inside of him. Again.
For a moment, he simply stayed where he was, catching his breathing and letting the water wash away the mess on his stomach. Then gingerly, Tatsumi pulled himself up and off of Morinaga but kept his arms firmly around the other as he settled his feet on the ground again. It took him a moment to gain his balance, but he finally managed to do it.
"Since you're already in here, you might as well shower, too," Tatsumi grumbled as he grabbed the shampoo. He poured a dollop in his hand and started to work his hair, turning around briefly to stare at Morinaga. His assistant didn't seem all that happy, but he had a feeling he knew why.
"If you want me to say 'I love you' or something, I'd suggest trying to court me in other ways instead of just having sex," he said, getting straight to the point. Tatsumi finished shampooing his hair and rinsed it out before moving on to the conditioner and repeating the process. "And don't you dare do anything stupid out in public, alright? I'm not a homo like you.
"I'm only doing this with you because you're a special person. That's... That's all!" Tatsumi glowered at Morinaga for a second longer before turning around to hide the angry blush spreading across his cheeks.
Resting his hand on the wall for support while he attempted to catch his breath, Morinaga watched Tatsumi wash his hair silently. He was slightly surprised that the other man didn't kick him out straight away, but rather begrudgingly "offered" to let him finish the shower together.
Eyes widening again, Morinaga simply stared at the light-haired man a few feet away from him, mouth open in disbelief. If you want me to say 'I love you' he had said. So there was hope after all, even if technically, Morinaga had tried the non-sexual way of courting. For five years. In a round about way, of course.
Snapping his mouth shut, he smiled happily and reached for the shampoo and then froze again. Tatsumi had just called him special. And he was blushing again, which signified that he meant what he said and was extremely embarrassed about it. Crossing the short distance between them, he wrapped his arms around Tatsumi's waist again and rested his chin on his shoulder, holding him close. "You think I'm special, senpai?" he smiled, leaning in to kiss the other's cheek before letting him go again, backing off to begin washing his own hair.
"And I did try courting you before. Sort of. But you ignored me," he reminded the other. "At least in that sort of way. You paid attention to me as an assistant, and a punching bag, but nothing else," he continued.
"So what do you want me to do? Most people do romantic things, like flowers and chocolates and what not. But considering you didn't even like the term "lovers" or that rather platonic planner I bought you, I figured that if I tried something like that, I'd end up being beaten to death by flowers, with a pound of chocolate shoved down my throat," he smiled sardonically at the other as he rinsed out his hair.
Tatsumi nearly turned around and shoved the bar of soap down Morinaga's throat when the other's arms looped around his waist. Unfortunately (or fortunately for the other), he turned around too slowly, and for the second time that day, he missed attacking his assistant. A near insane smile appeared on his face then as a dangerous light flickered in his eyes. He wasn't going to miss this time, but then...
Then Morinaga was asking him questions, questions of the romantic sort. Tatsumi deflated quickly and turned back around to go back to lathering himself. Morinaga did have a good point. Nothing he had done seemed to work on the scientist up to this point, but then again, it sort of felt like everything his assistant did in regards to their... thing had some ulterior motive behind it.
Tatsumi snorted softly at the mention of the platonic planner when Morinaga mentioned it. It would've been a perfectly good gift if it weren't for the damn hearts reminding him of their weekly... night together. The corner of his lip twitched slightly, but he said nothing of it. That planner had gone into the trash after all.
"You can buy me lunch and dinner," he said finally. Tatsumi turned around again and began to wash himself off in the process. "But I don't mean that in the romantic dinner sort of way, alright?" His eyes narrowed dangerously. "You buy something, and bring it back here to eat." He paused, his lip curling into a slight frown. "And... if you didn't annoy me earlier on in the day, we can eat it together.
"BUT THAT'S IT. None of this 'Let me feed you, senpai' stuff. Understood?" Tatsumi glared at the other. "And no FOOTSIE under the table either!!"
Returning the usual death glare with an amused smile, Morinaga nodded his head. "Alright, senpai. I understand," he replied. "And thank you," he added in a softer, genuine tone, looking over at the other fondly. It was certainly better than nothing, he had to admit, even though that maniacal smile senpai had on his face a few moments before was rather bone chilling. Luckily, it had faded. The other seemed very discombobulated whenever the topic of romance came up. Then again, Tatsumi wasn't a very friendly man, to anyone.
"Can I... ask one more thing? I'd almost be willing to not "bother" you with sex so often if you'd be nice enough to let me hug and kiss you every once in awhile without having to worry about getting pummeled to death," he grinned, folding his arms and leaning back against the tiled wall of the shower.
"It's not that much to ask. I won't do it all the time, and I'll try not to do it in public. Only when it's just the two of us," he promised, raising his eyebrows at the angry looking man. His expression was honest and heartfelt and he meant what he said. Maybe if Tatsumi let him be a little more affectionate, eventually he could wear away that cold exterior. Maybe.
The water in the shower, at long last, was starting to get cold.
Tatsumi stared at Morinaga for a second, pondering his offer. Receive hugs and kisses more often instead of having sex that often. The scientist reached over and turned the water off before stepping out of the shower and grabbing a towel. He dried himself off quickly before tying it around his waist.
"It's a deal," he muttered as he replaced his glasses and picked up the brush on the bathroom counter. Tatsumi looked at it for a moment to make sure it was clean (or looked clean at least) before running it through his hair. "And I hope this 'trying' of yours works better than what happened just then."
After combing his hair, Tatsumi sighed softly and gathered his clothes off the floor. He'd probably have to go shop for clothing tomorrow, seeing as he didn't really want to be wearing the same thing every day if he was going to be stuck here for a while. Either way, this would be his outfit for tomorrow, and he should hang it up at least. So, without a word to Morinaga, he stalked out of the bathroom to hang his things up in the bedroom closet.
Once done with that, he picked the bed farthest from the door and sat down on the edge of it. It was soft and squishy, but it didn't sag under his weight. Tatsumi sighed once more and simply stared at the opposite wall for a second. He really was quite tired, and now he was feeling a little sore as well.
Damn sex.
Wow. He actually agreed?! Morinaga was shocked for the dozenth time that evening, and he stared stupidly after Tatsumi as he turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. He was being granted hugs and kisses without getting punched. It was a miracle.
Trying to keep from bouncing about happily and further annoying an already disgruntled and sore looking Tatsumi, Morinaga followed after him, grabbing another towel and drying himself off in the bathroom once the other had left. He slipped his boxers back on and folded up his clothes, hanging the towel up and then heading into the bedroom.
Ah, two beds. No snuggling then, he supposed. He made a face at this but said nothing, setting his clothes on the bedside table next to the other bed. He sat down, mirroring the other's position for a moment before tilting his head to the side. "Sorry if you're sore," he muttered apologetically.
"It's a bit late for that, don't you think?" Tatsumi said, voice a low growl. His lips curled into another frown, and he huffed quietly. Honestly, if Morinaga was so worried about his ass, he should think about it before having sex, not after. He crossed his arms protectively across his chest and looked away for a moment.
"In case you were wondering, the only reason why I agreed was because hugs and kisses don't leave me quite as sore as sex does, alright? It's not because I enjoy them any more or anything," he explained, eyes flicking over to stare at his assistant. Tatsumi stood up then and turned down the covers of his bed. He crawled in, towel and all, before pulling the blankets up.
Once that was done, he fussed around underneath the covers before pulling the towel out and tossing it onto the nightstand. A light blush crossing his features, Tatsumi cast Morinaga a dirty glance. "You already had your fun tonight. You had better NOT be thinking about crawling into my bed when I fall asleep.
"I've already let you off several times today, but don't think it'll happen again. You'll find my foot in your face if you try anything." The scientist glowered at Morinaga for a few more seconds before rolling onto his side and away from the other. He closed his eyes and tried to sleep, tried to forget the entire messed up situation he was in.
Surprisingly enough, it just took a minute or two before he was out like a light.
Cringing again, Morinaga looked appropriately remorseful, even if he wasn't particularly sorry about the sex part. It felt good, and even if Tatsumi was complaining about the after effects, he knew to some degree that it had felt good to him as well.
"Of course, senpai. Whatever you say," he replied to the other's explanation as to why he had agreed to the hugs and kisses. He smiled affectionately, even though it did mean that he would have to cut back on the sex. Morinaga didn't mind very much. Tatsumi complained so much about sleeping with him, and him having a one track mind, that maybe this would work to his advantage again.
Besides, he was looking forward to getting to hug and kiss the other man without being socked in the jaw. It would certainly be a nice change of pace.
Amused that Tatsumi seemed embarrassed by his nudity even after what the two of them had just been up to, Morinaga remained seating on the bed, simply watching as the other finally removed the towel once he was safely covered by the blankets. Ignoring the dirty glance, he smiled innocently and nodded once more. "Yes, senpai. Goodnight," he replied, lying down on his own bed and propping up his head with his arms.
He waited patiently for about five minutes, listening to Tatsumi's breathing even out and when he was sure the other was sound asleep, he tiptoed over and slipped into bed behind him, one arm wrapping around his midsection. Sighing in contentment, Morinaga took a deep breath, breathing in the smell of Tatsumi's freshly washed hair and snuggling up close to him.
"I love you, senpai," he murmured, closing his eyes and finally joining the other in sleep.