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[closed] | Of flimsy excuses and flimsier explanations...

Who: Ronald Knox and Kimihiro Watanuki
What: A flimsy excuse to see someone again
When: May 16, late afternoon
Where: Around places (specifically Akihabara then we'll see where we go from there)
Summary: Because someone A owes someone B a new phone... and that's always an excuse to see someone C, right? Details.

Demon wrangling had been what put nosh and a pint on the bartop back home. At least that was the case during a bad day. Ronald's encounters with demons were few and far between. If a reaper did his work properly, they'd never have to see one in their afterlife. The aftermath of it wasn't exactly something he ever thought he had to deal with. At least until today. Sorting fruit with Horikawa and his shadows in the morning, bustling about town in the earlier afternoons -- but at least he had time to make himself decent before heading off again on one more errand before the day was over. Compared to all the hard work, he had every intention of taking it easy for the rest of the day. Maybe he had kind of looked forward to this, at least that's what that niggling thought at the back of his head was telling him.

Showing up at GwanYin's temple through his shadows was becoming something he was more than used to so maybe that helped. But he was at the door roughly five minutes after stepping out his own door with a box of fruit under his arm. Thankfully he'd gotten used to transporting things along with him through his shadows otherwise carrying around said crate would have been trouble. He paused to knock, shifting the crate and fumbling with his shirt and vest to lightly tug the creases out. Even if this was just supposed to be a simple thing, there was no reason for him not to look decent, right?

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There was a pause as he looked up at the other god, one brow raised slightly as he tilted his head to the side. "Oh, come off it love." He chuckled, setting his fork down to reach over and lightly brush his fingers against the other's hand before settling back down. "You prolly don't have anything to worry about, blimey." He added with the tiniest smile.

"M'being honest." The reaper continued. "There's prolly nothing that'll ever make me take back what I've said about finding you more'n easy on the eyes."

"...You're a shameless flirt," Was the response, and he went about his meal.

Of course, even as he said that, he found himself becoming shameless in a matter of minutes. If Ron could flirt, he decided, what was to say he couldn't do the same back?

When the other had flirted with him, he that, for a brief moment. Thought about kicking him right in the shin to teach him a lesson. But...

He took a bite of his fish.

There was a small brush against the side of Ron's leg.

The reaper went on the way he usually did, that self satisfied smirk on his face that was slowly dying down to a more genuine small smile. He felt perfectly at home around this one, almost as if they were meant to meet.

It was that brush that caused his eyes to raise over the rim of his glasses to quietly watch the other god's face. His own brow raised slightly and he felt that smirk of his returning. His leg shifted ever so slightly, brushing against what he could right back. It was odd but he found himself somewhat pleased to know his flirtations were being returned more than willingly.

Oh... he was playing back!

He tried his best to keep his look casually, but even he was smiling a little, foot bumping playfully against Ron's own and along his leg under the table. Someone came by to ask if they needed anything, and he just laughed in response. Fun... for some reason, their secret little game was fun. He managed to answer more to drink, just as he slipped one of his feet between Ron's legs, bumping against his upper calf.

Well of course he would be playing back. How could he not. Call him a bad influence for encouraging this sort of behavior. The smallest smirk curled on his lips as he continued with his meal, turning his leg just so to reach what he could of tht wandering leg.

The reaper nodded back, asking for another glass of water for himself even as he lowered his fork. His hand slipped under the table briefly, fingertips reaching over to brush against the other god's thigh before withdrawing his hand to return to his meal. "Playing with fire, sweetheart." he purred softly.

"Ah..." There was a flush on his cheeks, heating up as he realized what he was doing, playing with a known player. A more experienced player, if this was a sport. But even so, he couldn't help but reply:

"I know how to handle heat. I'm a god in the kitchen you know.

"The only one that would get burned is you."

He made a show of his next bite, making sure to drag hiss tongue lightly over the tongs of his fork as he continued to reguard the other god through half lidded eyes. "S'that right...?" the reaper murmured, crossing his legs as he leaned forward slightly.

"Could take a bit of heat if it came from you, mind." he continued, taking another forkful of potato. "Come to think of it... wouldn't mind giving you a bit of heat right back."

"And start a fire?" He asked, and he poked at his food a little with his fork. "...That sounds dangerous...

"But I guess that's up to you."

There was a small shrug as he grinned back, taking another forkful of food as he leaned against his seat. His own leg slipped closer, lightly pressing against one of the other god's own with a tiny smirk. He pressed his calf lightly against that slender leg, eyes half lidded as he considered both his meal and the company.

"Sometimes, a bit of fire isn't so bad, eh?" he purred softly. "Might burn a tad but all worth it."

"Hmmm..."

He went quiet as they finished their meal. Once Ronald had paid for them, he rose from his seat.

"Do you mind coming to the bathroom with me?" He asked. "I want to wash my hands."

He took what he could get on occasion. As he said, he took care of their meal without complaint and with a promise to come back - as he usually did when he felt homesick.

But that request did catch his attention. "Yeah, sure." the reaper replied, blinking back at the other as he got up. "Shouldn't take a while..."

"I'll be quick."

He headed to the restroom with Ron, walking inside. It was small, a private bathroom that only let one person in at a time, with a toilet and sink. He moved to the sink, washing his hands.

"...Did you want to do anything else?" He asked conversationally.

With a shrug, he followed after and leaned against the door as the other washed. After having lost his arm, he knew to keep his hands relatively clean because, let's face it, washing one alone was a bitch to do. There was a hum as he looked up to the ceiling in thought.

Groceries didn't need to be done...
Fruit was taken care of...
They got the phone... and the yukata...

"Nothing else on my list. You?" he finally asked.

He dried his hands.

"There's one more thing," He replied, walking over to where Ron was against the door. He set down the bags he was carrying.

He looked to the other fully, before wrapping his arms around Ron's waist, pulling the other into him, against his body, possessively. He tilts his head, capturing the other in a kiss.

And that caught him off guard.

After drawing that line, after trying to reel himself back all after-- well, it was turning into evening, wasn't it -- he found himself briefly surprised. Pleasantly surprised, yes, but surprised nonetheless. That sudden fervor, that tight hold, even the heat of that kiss made for the smallest sound to escape his lips as he finally gave in. His eyes closed and he kissed back, that hand moving up to cup the other god's cheek and lead him to deepen it with the same hungry fervor.

He tried. He really had tried, but even his own words were flimsy. He wanted to kiss him, and he found that went he did he liked it. A lot. He had tried to be considerate of someone else, Ron's first love, but he found it increasingly impossible to care for someone he barely knew. Sure, he was selfish, in that regard, but wasn't it about time he was a little selfish for himself? He was the god of mercy and compassion, compassion to all things, and he showed that in his prayers and how he treated people, but... he didn't know, god or not, if he had the compassion to extend to Yuki this one thing. Not Ronald.

He pulled his lips away, briefly.

"Right now, just now," He said faintly, and he didn't know when his voice had gotten so husky. "You belong to me, all right?" And he kissed him again, hard, pushing Ronald against the wall.

He'd stuck his neck out for people. He'd done everything to make sure those he cared about were safe and alive at the end of the day. He had lost an arm for someone. But when had anyone done that for him? Maybe he was being childish, as he was usually, but if there was anything he ever wanted for himself... this was it. A desire that equaled his own. It made his heart race, those words.

"S'just now..." he whispered back. "I'd be happy to have you own me. Even if it's just for now."

And he found himself kissing back, that arm locked around the other god's waist to pull him closer against him. If he was going to be owned, he wanted to do some owning right back. Surely a while would be alright. Just for now.

WHY DID KISSING FEEL SO GOOD it was great, he should have kissed a lot more while he was in highschool. Of course, that would require him getting a girlfriend. Or, maybe a boyfriend...? He wasn't sure how that would have panned out. He'd thought about his sexuality briefly, because Ron was certainly not a girl, far from that. He wondered if it had just taken him becoming a god to accomplish such a feat because gods could accomplish miracles. He decided to set that destructive thought-train to the side for now. He was busy.

Busy getting handsy, has one slid down Ronald's chest, and the other into the man's hair as they kissed. He was being particularly forceful and demanding with the kiss, showing a more dominating side than he had before, as if he could force Ron into submission to stay with him for that heated moment.

He'd always said he was an 'open opportunities sort of fellow' whenever asked. Whether it was the ladies of general affairs or a sweet delicate thing of indeterminate gender in the secretarial pool, he didn't mind as long as they were interesting. And Watanuki was certainly interesting. From a nagging housewife to a caring pseudo-lover to this possessive creature who was on the receiving end of those heated kisses - it surprised him.

With every kiss, he found his own hand wandering much like it did that morning. His fingers pressed against the small of the god's back, sliding around his waist and pressing against his hip just to keep him close. His own breath was hitching with each kiss, his lips tempted to move lower against his jawline. They did briefly, lips trailing down just barely over his pulse before turning to capture those lips again.

He only paused when he heard the knob of the door rattling. "Take one step back." he murmured, tipping his head up as he fought to catch his breath. "Just one."

SOMEONE WAS COMING IN...!?

He listened obediently. He had a feeling he knew where this was going, and his hands moved to swipe up the bags on the floor as he took his step back.

"Good lad." he exhaled before reaching behind him to unlock the door in one motion and stepping forward with another. He pressed his body into Watanuki's, aiming to make him stumble back on purpose as he pushed them through the shadow of a nearby stall.

He did it in such a rush that he didn't quite realize that he had ported them right back to --

his place.

There was a soft frustrated groan the moment they landed right in his bed. He remained over the other god, pinning him to the mattress as he slumped his own face into the sheets. If this didn't make it obvious as to what he was thinking of, nothing would. "Farking sodding cor fucking blimey..." he groaned, finally laughing softly as he confirmed exactly where they were. Already a shadow or two had materialized by the wall, curiously staring at just who their master had with him.

The bags had flopped out of Watanuki's arms and to the floor, small thuds following as yukatas and Jade's boxed up phone slid off. His arms were around Ron's neck, in shock. They had just transported...

To where...?

They were in a bed, however, and he slipped his hands off of Ron's neck, resting them on his shoulders.

"...Where are we?" He whispered.

There was a sigh as he knelt up, waving the shadows off with an impatient hand gesture. They seemed to be obedient enough, one slinking off though the other seemed to linger briefly before disappearing. The room and the window outside seemed to lead to perpetual darkness. There was no light save for... something... outside that made the bed and the simple dresser and bookshelf (messily stacked with various mystery novels) illuminated in pale greys. The reaper pulled away ever so slightly and chose to sit next to the other with the smallest smile.

"My room, to be perfectly honest." he chuckled softly, an almost apologetic look on his face. Hopefully the reason for them to have reappeared here wasn't that obvious. "I'd actually been aiming for your front door but... here we are then."

"...If you were aiming for my door then how did we wind up in--"

"....Bed." He finished flatly.

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