thenearshore | We got swept up in the calm [closed]

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We got swept up in the calm [closed]

Who: Ronald Knox, Kimihiro Watanuki
When: backdated: late June 26
Where: Guan Yin's temple
What: Of returning borrowed shinki, chicken scratches and catching up
Warnings: None... for now

Today ended up far more eventful than he thought it would be. It seemed to be simple enough: head back to the places their gods called home, learn a little about the folks they left behind and come back. What he wasn't expecting was how hard loa apparently partied. Not even Dispatch's official party animal could handle the energy of a party thrown by the more energetic voodoo spirits.

What he also hadn't expected was that Rei had terrible alcohol tolerance and that spirits so intense they burned all the way down would render the boy completely inebriated from the first glass. Thankfully, he'd gotten sober before the had to get back. Trying to explain why Rei was bladdered to the gills while he had promised Watanuki to watch out for him didn't sound like a good idea at all.

At least Rei had been returned in one piece and no one had gotten hurt in that fire. Nothing at all hurt, save for the scratches and peck marks he'd gotten on his arm trying to fend off Bridgette's rabid rooster. But as Ronald was about to turn and leave, he paused as if remembering something. "Ah, that's right... there's something else I'd wanted to give you by the way. If you'd just wait a moment. I wanted to make sure it survived the trip." he finally said with a snap of his fingers. "Hang on a tick, alright?"

And that was the last thing he said before turning on his heel and falling backward into his shadow.

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"Yeah but you're covered in--" Marks, scratches?, he was going to say, but his boyfriend has disappeared into the shadows, and he shook his head with a sigh. The time away had been eventful, that was certain. Now he just wondered exactly what Ronald was up to.

He decided to just make tea until then. Watanuki began to prepare some water, pulling out two cups and setting them down on the kitchen table.

At least she had spared his face. His arm took the brunt of it but just enough to look like he'd lost an argument with a rabid cat. Who knew roosters could cause so much trouble?

But it doesn't take long for him to reappear in the usual corner of the kitchen with a rather large assortment of flowers in his arm. It's a mass of funerary flowers mostly in white: lilies, carnations, chrysanthemums. And thankfully, they're fresh. "Here. The minute I'd explained the situation, Brigette insisted I'd get you these." the reaper grinned back, offering him the bouquet.

"You think you can just disappear then come back like you--" And Watanuki turned away from the table to look at Ronald--only to get a faceful of beautiful flowers. His complaint died in his throat.

Oh.

He didn' take them, not yet.

"...Who's Brigette."

There was the faintest laugh at his question. "Did you know the Baron's apparently a married man?" the reaper asked, a clear tinge of amusement in his voice. "I met his missus. Wild lady she was, flew into a tiny rage when I wasn't taking to her advances. After all was said and done though, she decided she was in the wrong and wanted to make it up to me by making sure I had some decent flowers to bring back for you."

"Oh, really? No wonder you're so shitty at relationships. First you were sorta with a guy and now you were apparently a married man too? I can sure pick them." But he snatched the flowers out of Ronald's hand, turning to the side a little, away from him. He closed his eyes, putting the flowers gently against his nose to feel the soft petals as he took a breath.

His face was pink, perfectly visible against the white of his skin and matching flowers.

"...They're nice."

"M'glad..." he grinned back, unable to stop that small smile from coming. Prickly as Watanuki could be, it only meant that Ronald treasured every little smile he could coax out. There was just something so endearing about that flush that he found himself stepping closer, fingertips reaching over to tip the boy's chin up away from the blossoms just so he could steal a soft little kiss.

His eyes closed when their lips met, and he felt his heart give a quick little thump in his chest. He wasn't sure if it would ever get old--that someone so handsome was kissing him, plain old Watanuki. He tilted his face away again--another look of indignation. His mismatched eyes looked down at the flowers.

"You went to the other side of the world and all you brought me back was flowers?" He was trying to make a fuss, and it was obvious, even if he was pleased that he was brought back anything at all.

Ronald kept himself close, fingers lightly brushing Watanuki's hair off his face as he tilted his own head to get a good look at him. He couldn't help himself sometimes, especially with a pretty thing like the boy before him. His thumb moved low, tracing the other god's cheek and his jawline before drawing his hand away. "Does it count I'd gotten something for your shinki too?" he replied with that same small smile.

"And... I was thinking of you most of the time I was away. Louisiana's the sort of place you have to see so I'd been thinking..." he continued, folding his arm behind his back. "Next chance we've got, there's a nice little restaurant I'd found in the French quarter. I'd like for us to have supper there sometime."

"Mmm..." He seemed to consider if getting Jade something counted. "No." He decided, turning away more. Still, he didn't relinquish or seem to lose interest in his bouquet. Watanuki gestured tot he table.

"Sit. I made tea, black tea, unless you don't feel like drinking it and want to put my efforts for you down the drain, which is fine, I suppose, it's not like anyone appreciates me anyway."

"Sweetheart, where've you seen a chav ever turn down a decent cuppa when offered?" the reaper asked, pressing a kiss to his forehead before taking his seat and drawing a cup over to him. He took a sip, letting out a slow breath after. Mhm. Decent tea. Now that's something he missed. The closest he could get to tea from home was tea made by Watanuki.

"Right." he continued, resting his head on his hand. "So how'd your trip go? Uneventful? No trouble, I'd hope?"

"As usual, Jade caused a stir. And then Yuuko--" And he paused thoughtfully. "Right... I haven't mentioned Yuuko-sa... Yuuko."

There was a pause as he took a seat across from Ronald.

"Do you remember me saying there was a woman that I cared for? That... that is her.

"...She's arrived here."

He continued to sip on his tea as Watanuki spoke, head tilting slightly as he took his seat. But at that, he understood completely. Silently, he set his cup down before reaching over to take the other god's hand in his own with the smallest smile. So this was how it was, eh, universe?

How fitting.

"Do what you've got to, alright?" he finally said, after a moment's thought while lightly stroking the boy's knuckles with his thumb. "Nothing's going to change how I feel. I told you that. Doesn't matter who's here."

And with that, he released his hand after letting it linger a while longer.

And Watanuki suddenly slammed the teacup down.

"Is that it?" he bit out suddenly, and he felt his temper rising, very quickly. "That's all you have to say?

"You're going to lie down and let it happen?! You're not going to fight for me at all?!

"Is that what I should have done with Yuki?! Should I have just rolled over like a dog, too?!"

It's funny after how after staring Cthulhu in the face, nothing really fazes you anymore. Even the raging hot fires of your boyfriend's wrath. But it was amazing how calmly he was taking it all. Or maybe he'd just resigned himself to his fate.

"See, you could prolly look at it that way..." the reaper began, setting his own teacup down. "Or you could, and stay with me here sweetheart, look at it this way."

A breath.

"Course I wouldn't expect you to roll over, mind. A tough thing like you wouldn't dare! And m'not rolling over either." he continued, crossing one leg over the other. But the smallest smile appeared on his lips just barely. "M'just thinking of it as paying me dues... bit of penance to what I put you through. I'm on the receiving end this time and while it ruddy well hurts, can't even imagine how it was for you."

"S'why I'm going to take it for now. Learn me lesson for a bit." he finally finished, that small smile turning into a grin. "Before I turn around and find me way back into that little nook I'd fancied to carve into your heart."

"Didn't you hear anything I just said?!"

"Yeah, sweetheart... I did." he finally replies after a breath. But he does get up from his seat, circling around the table so he's standing right beside the other god. His hand slams down on the table as he leans in, looking directly into those mismatched eyes.

"You're upset m'just taking it all in stride, innit...?" he whispered back against those lips, his voice deep and barely audible. "You want me to fight for you... hammer down the fact you're mine and m'not keen on having anyone take you from me? Is that it...?"

His eyes can't remain focused on Ronald, and they shift to the side, brow furrowing.

"...I guess I can't make you do or feel anything, one way or another. If you're going to just ride the wave, then by all means." But there's a tone of bitterness to his voice.

There was a shake of his head as he reached up, tipping the other god's chin back toward him and locking their eyes. There was no mirth there, just the cold eyes of death. Normally, he'd laugh things off... but now wasn't the time for that.

"You haven't the slightest, do you, sweetheart...?" he murmured, his thumb trailing down his jawline and lingering just beneath his chin. But he does lean in, lips brushing against the corner of the other god's a moment.

"No one else in this world I'd rather be chasing than you." he continued to murmur, pressing another kiss to the corner of his lips and to his lower lip. Without warning, he comes in as he pulls the other god to him. His hold is firm, secure against his chest and tight. "I know she's important to you. You'd said that when we'd spoken previous. M'not about to throw a right fit because she's here. I'd been readying meself really... least I'd been trying."

And that's when he tightens his grip, nuzzling by the curve of his neck. There's a bit of warmth, a patch of wetness against Watanuki's shoulder befoe he speaks again. "But I'd be damned if I'd let anyone get between the two of us!"

He lets out a faint breath of air when Ronald makes the declaration, the man burying his face into the sensitive curve of his swan-like neck. That's what he wants to hear: that he is not just anyone anymore, that he meant something, enough of something that he was coveted... cherished... desired, even. Ronald had been the first person to get such selfish emotions to come out, hard and fast. Desperate, even. No one had made him feel this way before.

He had longed after Himawari, and Yuuko, in different ways, but the feels were pure, there. He wanted to be noticed. That had been the difference. Then, he was just craving to be acknowledged.

But it was different now, and Watanuki wanted something deeper.

But It's be damned if I'd let anyone get between the two of us!

That was the conviction he wanted to hear. He had struggled so hard and against odds to be by this one man's side, and he had been heartbroken that Ronald wouldn't fight for him, as if he was just easily tossed to the side, that anyone could have him, that...

And he was crying, and wet tears dripped into Ronald's hair as he buried into him.

Serious dating was a different animal than fooling around, certainly... but no one had to tell him that. It was just something that was hammered home every time he looked at this boy, every time some form of trouble reared its head. This wasn't just a game. He was playing for keeps this time. As long as it would last, as long as he would be welcomed.

"M'not going to get rid of you that easily, mind... M'sorry if I made it seem that way." he whispered, pressing another kiss to the corner of Watanuki's lips. His arm remained around him, holding him tight against his chest. But that hand reached up, fingers carding slowly through his hair as if to prove to himself that he was still there.

"You're mine." the reaper continued, tipping his head up to lock their eyes together. "D'you hear me? You're mine. Fought to have you, I did... damn straight am I going to keep you."

Watanuki's eyes slipped to the side, unable to look him in the eyes. Ronald's gaze had been so intense. That meant... he must have meant what he said. his two-toned gaze looked back to his beau.

"If you promise," He replied. "...You'll kiss me deeper than you've ever had before."

He kept them close, his eyes half lidded as his hand slid lower down Watanuki's back before pressing him closer against his chest. "Not 'til you look at me." he whispered back.

"I want you to look at me'n tell me you want me to keep you." he continued, his voice soft against the other god's lips. "

"Th-that's too much..." He managed to let out, eyes closing. His face was so red he wondered if he was going to pass out. "I'll die..."

He couldn't help but smile ever so slightly, before leaning in to brush his lips against Watanuki's own. "Course you won't... you're with death, mind. M'not going to let you die that easily..." the reaper chuckled, eyes closing as he pulled the other god close against him in a tighter embrace.

For now, he was content to hold him as tight as he could before burrowing into his hair with a content sigh. "Besides... it's a request from death, innit?"

"I..." He swallowed, and it felt thick. "I...

"I want you to keep me... I want to be... completely consumed by you." What was he saying?! Something so embarrassing... but he'd never felt so strongly. This was what he wanted. For Ronald's presence to loom over him and swallow him whole. "Please...

"...So kiss me... you made me say it...

"So devour me..."

That suggestive little smile turned into one that was warmer and more sincere. None of the usual teasing... just contentment. His eyes closed as he leaned in to press a kiss to his beau's forehead just to hide the fact that there was the barest hint of tears beading at the corner of his eyes. He was wanted. And sincerely, too. It's all he wanted to hear.

There was no doubting if this boy wanted him. No need to try and impress him to get his attention because he already had it. No second guessing. It wasn't a crush, it wasn't even a fling. The boy who wanted death.

Without another word, he drew his arm away from Watanuki's waist to move up to cup his cheek. Devour him. Mercy wanted to be devoured. With that, he leaned in to kiss him deeply. Hungrily. Deeper and more intensely than he ever had.

It was times like these, that Watanuki wished Ron had both of his arms, because he wished that the other could just hold him tight and touch his face or his hair at the same time, but he would forever have to be content with just one. That was fine. He made up for it, by gently bending his body to press more into Ronald, wanting that closeness.

"Mm--" He hummed into Ronald's mouth, wanting him to know it felt good, tasted good, and that he wanted more if he could have it. All of this, this intense emotion, was so new and almost frightening. He never knew he was capable of feeling so strongly about another person.

Maybe it was because it was never put into question that Ronald never doubted it. Back home, there was always someone, always some cute girl from General Affairs or some other department that would be happy to spend their tea break with him. His company was needed, wanted, desired... but not like this. Never like this. Never like someone like this.

The reaper deepened the kiss, tilting his head just to get at a better angle. Even then, his embrace tightened just as his chest did when he wished he still had both arms. Holding him would be so much sweeter. Even then, he broke the kiss, his lips half parted even as he did. "You're an extraordinary lad, Kimihiro Watanuki..." he chuckled, pressing their foreheads together a moment as he closed his eyes before leaning in to steal another eager kiss.

A faint noise.

"D-Don't..." His face was red. "Call me Kimihiro... it's... embarrassing..." Embarrassing, but oddly arousing.

He leaned in, pressing another kiss to his forehead before taking the other god's hand in his own. "Here I'd thought you'd already given me permission to." he grinned teasingly, stroking his knuckles with his thumb.

But he couldn't stop kissing him, leaning in to steal little kisses here and there. "You're mine though... My Kimihiro." the reaper whispered.

My Kimihiro. Watanuki tucked his chin down, trying not to pass out from embarrassment at his first name being used. "D-do... do you...

"...W...want to stay the night...?"

And his smile melted from smug and teasing to soft and warm. The reaper leaned in, tipping Watauki's chin up with two fingers to steal a light kiss.

"To be honest... I sleep better here, really." he sighed. "It's less lonely. So I'd be happy to take up that offer."

You're always kissing me. [ Like it was a bad thing, but it was more out of embarrassment than anything else. ] But...

You should know you... you can always stay here if you need to.

Can't help meself when it comes to you... like I've to savor every moment we've got for the bollocks I put you through to get it...

[ And unable to help but stroke his cheek as he met his eyes with the smallest smile before leaning in to touch their foreheads together. ]

I know I can... s'just wouldn't want to wear out my welcome.

[ He just moves to take Ronald's hand without replying. He rises from his chair, looking at the other with a small smile. ]

[ He doesn't say anything as he just leads him out of the kitchen and upstairs to his room.]

[ He doesn't know how long it's been since he's seen his desk or been barked at by William or have had to listen to Grell complain about anything. He doesn't remember how long it's been since he sat by the Thames or crossed Hyde park or sat at his usual spot at the local pub for a pint.

But as Watanuki takes his hand and takes him up the stairs through familiar hallways and to a more than familiar room, he realizes that he doesn't feel so homesick after all. As far as he's concerned, he is home.

And that realization just makes him grip the boy's hand tighter a moment before moving to link their fingers as he follows in relative silence with a small content smile on his face. ]

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