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Houzukigami by *Myme1

“I’m not disagreeing,” Takashi pointed out, his voice soft as if afraid he’ll ruin the moment or his lover’s mood, “I just…mm… B- But I did call them…so I guess you’re right,” he finally relented. Perhaps coaxed by the soft kisses, or perhaps just seeing no point in pressing the matter further. After all, Natori had come all the way out here in the rain - getting himself soaked - just for him. The least he could do was honour the actor’s wishes, right? Right. It had nothing at all to do with how nice it felt to let himself be spoiled for once, that definitely wasn’t what those soft sighs that managed to leave his lips meant. Takashi had gone silent - aside from those pleased sounds here and there - after his previous statement. Instead he was relaxed (as much as he could be) and allowing the other to kiss and touch as he liked. After all, even Takashi himself had those cool and somewhat-shaky hands exploring Natori’s smooth back - every little contour from muscle and bone. It was almost mesmerizing.

"I think they can wait one more hour," he finally murmured, and began to trail kisses where he could reach again.

Sure, he was scared. Distractions aside, he still felt that rush of adrenaline with each flash and boom, and it really made him wish he was within the safety of a home he could finally call his, along with Natori. The shed wasn’t bad, and the older male did make him feel safe but it just wasn’t the same. This was all true…but he still wanted to stay, just a little more. They were alone. No one would dare brave that weather in interrupt them. Takashi liked this peace. Even days where the Fujiwara’s were out, couldn’t compare to this feeling of having a place truly to themselves. Even if it didn’t last forever. The candles were indeed a nice touch as well. He mentally admitted this felt rather romantic, fear aside. Natori was right though, and the teen finally dared to speak up and break that silence (save for mother nature outside) that had settled over the room. “It does sound less threatening, and the thunder is less frequent. …We probably could make it if we ran,” Takashi pointed out, a bit reluctantly. Although a part of him did want to hurry home for more than just safety. It was his guardian’s peace of mind he was worried about more than dinner or a blanket to hide under. Which he was sure to voice, despite that it probably sealed the deal on them heading out soon. “The Fujiwara’s will worry. We should probably take the chance while we’re allowed it. Who knows if there’s another harsh wave to come,” he all but sighed out, while letting his arms continue to rest loosely around the brunette. “Unless you like your makeshift love shack that much?” Takashi then teased a bit, even if it did backfire and have him blushing softly at the thought of it really being a ‘love shack’.

With each jolt, came a soft kiss against the equally soft skin, anything really to calm the other down for the time being. "I think we could stay just a little bit longer. Who knows when this opportunity to be alone comes again...," Shuuichi finally trailed off and actually left it at that, too. Words weren't needed from his part, considering he was in a gentle and calm way, showing his love for the teen by innocently worshiping the skin he could reach.

No, Takashi wasn’t only speechless. He felt that prickling, itchy sensation at his eyes - signaling his desire to cry - perhaps due to the relief that flooded him. The relief, the warmth, the— Okay, now Natori was going a bit too far, but still. Who would think he was crying and shivering from fear mere moments ago, with the way he just felt so…happy, that the same fluids were threatening to spill. The human body was a strange thing at times. Thankfully he was spared the embarrassment of more waterworks, as he found a spot to choose the less emasculating route and respond to the compliment instead…in his own way. Although the blush surely didn’t help him seem as in control as he wanted to be.  “Your ‘for once’ must mean ‘for the first time today’,” Takashi pointed out, as he fidgeted a bit under that gaze. “I know you won’t do that without my go ahead,…you don’t need to remind me. It’s embarrassing,…” Like this position…and your intense gaze… He practically felt naked under that gaze already, without being reminded of such things! 

Not that the shed looked shabby with the candles.

Takashi leaned his face slightly into the other’s touch - an automatic reaction for sure, but that just meant it was all the more genuine. “Because, just because one person or youkai is cruel, doesn’t mean they all are. Ones that are often have a reason as well. Like stress,” he explained - buying time to think of a response for the other question.  Could he really say it? He hated hiding things from Natori, he really did. It wasn’t like he thought his boyfriend would steal the book and use it for bad, it was more like…he didn’t want to involve anyone. Knowledge could be dangerous. “It’s…not just my powers, although I’m sure that helps lead them to me,” he began, trembling and gazing into those reddish brown pools - hoping it would relay the seriousness of what he wanted to say. There was still time to turn back though, and Takashi was so tempted…but at the same time he didn’t want to hide any more. Feelings were one thing, but the very thing that put Natori in danger? Could the danger of the actor knowing be any worse than the danger of being at Takashi’s side, though? He was so conflicted, but the pros of just spilling it finally, far outweighed the cons. Which was why a deep breath was being taken, with the teen closing his eyes to calm down. “My grandmother,…she left behind a book which I inherited. She would…challenge youkai, and have them put their name into this book - I’m sure you know the power of names, right? So, I can call upon the youkai that have their name in the book, and order them to do things. Of course, that’s not how I use it though. I’ve been giving the names back, instead,” he paused to catch his breath and recollect his thoughts, before daring to continue piling information onto his poor audience. “I was taught how to return them, although it takes power and leaves me exhausted after each one. So some youkai come to me for their name back, and are kind. Others…come after me because they want the book to use for bad. To control other youkai…s- so…that’s why so many of them flock to me and search me out.” He waited for a response - any response - from the actor, worrying the inside of his lip as his mind went over all of the possibilities. Like…Natori deciding he was in over his head and that Takashi was too much to bother dealing with…

As if he’s not doing that daily, already…

やもり | 氷々-hibi-

I clearly like to over-analyze things.]

What brings you here, then?

It wasn't like Shuuichi to talk this openly, but he has been thinking about it ever since he and Natsume became more than friends, because it was every right for Natsume to know about his lover's past. "But I have changed a bit, I mean... When it comes to being an exorcist. I rather keep you in my life than do something you disapprove of. Same as I rather keep you my friend and lover, instead of wanting you as my powerful assistant. It works better this way," Shuuichi finally looked at Natsume again, and his large hand cupped the cheek again, with his thumb that drew patterns over his cheekbone. "I will never understand how you can be nice to those that try to harm you, but I have come to accept it at least. It still doesn't explain why they come after you. I know you have great powers...," he trailed off, but perhaps that was too much to ask for now. Shuuichi based their relationship on trust, after all.

葎@ついった

Natori knew just how to treat him in any given situation it seemed, since those soft movements helped him to finally relax again. It didn’t feel like he was being pried or pressured when the actor asked like that; all he could sense was genuine curiosity and the desire to know more about his boyfriend. A feeling that Takashi shared. “Talk about what, exactly?” he finally murmured, “I- I can’t exactly start without knowing what I should be explaining. It’s not like there’s anything that’s been bothering me lately…more than the usual.”

"And this moment to talk goes both ways. If there is something you want to ask, then feel free to ask it. I mean everything, since I don't know what you actually know about me or not," he reassures, since it may seem as if this is a moment for Shuuichi only to have answers to some questions, but that is obviously not the case.

Indeed, how had such a dingy place that was merely Takashi’s quickest solution…become a perfect spot and almost romantic. Then again, if one lost the candles, it was a lot like a cliche set up for romance to begin with - being locked up in such a small dark place. It had been used so many times in those manga…that he of course did not read. Right. Of course. Another crash had him taking his boyfriend’s offer without hesitation, and holding onto the man for dear life for that moment until he could speak again. “I called, and they’re fine… I didn’t tell them exactly where I was stuck, ‘cause they’d just worry. But they know we’re together and within the school,” he admitted in that soft voice, perhaps even softer than usual. Although that could be blamed on the fact he didn’t want his voice echoing in the room. “Thanks for coming, even though I was going to tell you to stay,” he softly chuckled, and remained snuggled so close - holding on almost painfully tight even without the loud sound. “I will, you know. Take care of you if you get sick. I will…but please don’t.” It was a soft plead, as if Natori could actually stop himself from getting ill, but the words seemed to ease him somewhat at least. “Is my shirt too cold? On your skin, I mean. Most of the rain was on my jacket, but it feels like my shirt may have gotten a little damp in places.” 

As if to coax his lover into it, a thumb rubs over his cheekbone in a soft and loving way, and he soon gives him a sweet kiss after, one of those breathtaking ones he's prone to give Natsume at least once or twice a day.

“There’s emergency kits in classrooms, maybe even the gym teacher’s office? Or you could find the art room…” he trailed off, giving instructions on where said art room was located despite that teacher desks were their best bet. Just to be thorough. After Natori took off back outside, the teen was quick to huddle up on the floor again - pressing himself back against the corner, as if that would somehow help get rid of the booming outside. It didn’t. Takashi hugged his knees, waiting and hoping that his lover would be okay before remembering what he’d been worried over mere seconds ago. That served as a temporary distraction at least, as he called up the Fujiwara’s to let them know that he was fine (although definitely not going into detail over his exact situation, that would only worry them) and make sure that the elderly couple was doing okay as well. After a wish for them to be careful, since the winds seemed strong, the call ended…and he was left to wait alone again - amber orbs staring intently at the door, just waiting for Natori to barge in through it again. By the time that did happen, however, the blond was very much a curled up ball that was only seconds away from giving in to tears.

Take Natori Shuuichi of all people to make a shabby P.E storage into a romantic room, thus – insert ego inflation here.

Fears that were soon pushed aside at least a tiny bit by the view of his soaking wet boyfriend standing in the doorway. “I could have me— Uwa! What? Is it that bad out there now?” Takashi wondered, in a bit of a panic as the door was blocked off. Were they stuck? What about the Fujiwara’s, what should he— The teen was on his feet again and in Natori’s arms mere seconds after the question had left his older lover’s lips. Why would he care about that? He was already wet - although not nearly as soaked at Natori - since he’d been too afraid to use an umbrella, and even in normal circumstances he wouldn’t refuse. “Sorry. Sorry for bringing you out here,…and now you’re soaked…- And cold! Natori!” He was staring up at the actor now, obviously worried…until another flash made itself known through those small windows, and is quickly followed by the loud boom that has Takashi clinging again - trembling in the other’s hold.

Once the booming fades out for now, Shuuichi decides to speak up again, "Call them and... I think we might be here for some time, maybe the entire night. It's windy out there and I barricaded the door in case it picks up, but... Do you know if your school has any supplies of candles? We need heat in here, but we also need to dry our clothes. Wait here and talk to the Fujiwara's while I get everything needed," he explains and begins to move the shelf again and he leaves with a promise to return in no time.