Chance Encounters A Weiss Kreuz Gluhen/Tokyo Babylon vignette Sephy "I'm sorry!" "Um, do you think you could just -- Ah! No, don't put your hand there--" "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" Izumi Sena huffed, dropping his head against the pillow and trying not to blush, Subaru already doing more than enough of that for both of them. The onmyouji was balanced above him, obviously trying not to move, his face an alarming shade of red, verging on purple, a faint vein starting to pop out in his forehead. 'Doesn't that hurt?' Sena wrinkled his nose and then his eyes widened, starting to water as his nose prickled.. Oh no. Oh no. Anything but -- He sneezed -- a loud noisy affair, jerking his hand up to his nose and brushing along the inside of Subaru's jacket as he did so, the feel of a slender hip and chest grazing his fingers and he felt his own face tingle, probably about as red as the Sumeragi's now as they both spoke. "I'm sorry!" "I'm sorry!" There was a pause and Sena closed his eyes and counted off silently, trying to figure a way out of this miserable situation. 'Just an easy mission, he said,' Sena thought bitterly, cursing Hidaka Ken back to his very first ancestor. 'A cake walk he said. Be in and out in just a couple of days. Right. Ken, I swear to God that I'm going to strangle you when I get back.' Providing he could find a way to call in without having to explain that he'd somehow managed to throw his back out entirely. Lowering his hand, he breathed in, cracking his lids to find Subaru brushing his hair back with one hand, still leaning over him, his black hat perched precariously on his head. At this angle, he could all too clearly see the other boy's large, verdant eyes, fringed with thick lashes, his mouth trembling a little and Sena found himself seized with the sudden, insane urge to try and lift his head and stop those trembles with his own lips. "Sena-kun?" Subaru asked timidly, "Where did you say your cell phone was again?" "Back pocket," Sena replied and mentally kicked himself for slipping the damn thing where he couldn't reach it without an appreciable amount of pain. "Right." There was an uncomfortable pause and a slight drawing of breath. "I--I'm going to get it now, Sena-kun. J-just to let you know." He gave Subaru a faint and what he hoped was an encouraging smile and tried not to think about those long, gloved fingers sliding along his hip and over the curve of his -- Killing Ken. Stabbing Siberian with his own claws and dressing his corpse in that embarrassing gag apron the man had bought last Halloween, a horrid frilly pink thing that he'd tried to get Sena to wear claiming he was the only one in the house with the hips for it. Persia would forgive him for this right? Maybe? If he made it look like a horrid and tragic accident? You know of the 'oops, seriously, he just ran into his hand' variety? Above him, Subaru was frowning, obviously trying to figure out how to reach around him and stay balanced and while the obvious answer presented itself to Sena, he had all ideas it'd take years before Subaru ever hit on it which meant he'd have to give the onmyouji a little help. Help. Right. Was that what they were calling it these days? "Ah, Subaru-kun," Sena tapped his arm, waiting until he was sure he had his attention and then reached out, grabbing his hips and pulling him downward, the widening of vibrant green imprinting itself in his eyes just Subaru's body came down against his, straddling him awkwardly, legs spread a little even as he tried not to notice that. "I think -- you might have more luck if you try now -- while you're not--you're not trying to balance." Evidently there were no words for that, Subaru just nodding hastily, ducking his head again so that Sena couldn’t see his face, his hat perched precariously on his head. Sena meanwhile focused on that silly, floppy hat and the ridiculously bright red jacket that matched it, the soft shiny pleather almost glowing in the dim light -- anything but the way Subaru was squirming on top of him, as the onmyouji's fingers hesitated and then moved with hurried resignation over his hip and then in a soft, gripping motion into his back pocket. "I found it!" Subaru breathed, grinning suddenly, his fingers wriggling as he sought to clutch the phone and Sena damned his hormones for noticing all too quickly the pert behind shifting up and then back again in his lap, Subaru moving onto his knees, eyebrows quirked and biting his full lower lip as he moved, enticingly close. On the other hand, Sena couldn't help but smile back as Subaru glanced down at him, there was something entirely too … cute about Subaru. Adorable really. "Uh, Sena-kun?" Subaru blinked again, glancing down and began to look a touch panicked again. "What?" "I'm stuck." "You're what?!" Sena tried that sentence again, trying to make sense of it, watching as Subaru tried to tug himself into a more upright position. "My hand," Subaru elaborated, "is stuck. In your back pocket." "What?!" "My hand --" "I heard you. How the hell can your hand be stuck?!" It must be a pain to have Subaru's skin, Sena thought, skin that seemed to have no problems flushing or draining of color with anything he thought or felt. "I didn't do it on purpose," Subaru said defensively, "Your pants are too tight." "My pants are too tight? Excuse me but have you seen what you're wearing?!" "My sister picked this out!" "I can so tell!" Subaru opened his mouth and then shut it, turning his face away for a moment, his forehead hovering close enough to Sena's shoulder that he could feel the other boy's breath waft along his skin, a sensation that was so not helping things right now. "All right. Look, I can't get my hand out with your cell phone. My gloves are catching against the pockets. Your pants are too tight and that is not me being insulting." "Take your gloves off then." "No!" "Well, then what are we supposed to do, just lay here like this all night? In case you hadn't noticed I can't exactly get up and if I don't call in, my -- well there's going to be a whole team of really annoyed people descending on this place." "Let me think," Subaru murmured, lowering himself a little so that they were more or less lying together and giving him a slightly more apologetic smile. "Sorry but that position is killing my back." 'Oh sure. No worries. I mean, it doesn't matter at all that you're wearing a really thin cat-suit and I can feel just about every curve of your --and how the hell does a boy manage to have curves -- body. To say little of how warm you are and how soft -- and -- I can't believe I'm thinking about this NOW! I can't even really move and I'm thinking about how I'd like to -- This really wasn't fair. It wasn't like he was thrown into bed with attractive strangers every mission, Sena more likely to be left holding the bag while Aya or Ken ended up with the so-called girl. Occasionally a guy. And once a goat. Sena smiled thinly, staring at the ceiling again and started counting water spots and dreaming up new and exciting ways of eviscerating Ken with his chakram. He glanced over to find green eyes studying him, that clear white brow wrinkled in thought and Sena raised an eyebrow, "What?" "Nothing." But it didn't look like a nothing face, that was a something face and he wasn't about to not find out why. "What?" Sena demanded. "Well --" And now Subaru sounded sheepish, "I was just thinking that Seishirou-san must be rubbing off on me because I couldn't help but think what a perfect set up this was." "Set-up for what?" Like he didn't know for what as soon as he opened his mouth but he wanted to see if Subaru would actually follow through. He wasn't disappointed, the Sumeragi propping up just a bit, hat horribly askew now and hair mussed. His color was high but in a completely different way from before, eyes dark as if his gaze was turned inward, asking himself something. Then he leaned forward and pressed his lips against Sena's just as the assassin was opening his mouth to prod him again. It was by no means a smooth kiss, full of awkward pauses and missed connections as lips mashed together. But there was -- something behind it, sweet and heady as it zinged through him, Sena tilting his head up as far as it would go, his tongue brushing against Subaru's lower lip, feeling the other boy start then open his mouth wider in response, a tremor transferring from the hand stuck in Sena's back pocket throughout his body and his eyes widened as Subaru's hand curved, the phone forgotten and shoved aside as hips pressed into his. All of this continued for one breathless second before Subaru pulled away, cheeks pink and brushing some of his hair behind his ear but he hadn't let go of Sena. Nor had he lifted himself up, instead his leg curving just between Sena's. "If you apologize now," Sena warned, "I'll kill you." "Believe me, I wasn't planning on it," Subaru laughed, voice husky. "That was -- nice." Maybe it was the way the skin around Subaru's eyes crinkled or how his smile seemed as reassuring as it was seductive at the same time but Sena relaxed, reaching up and doing what he'd wanted to do since the first time he'd met the boy, taking that hat off his head and tossing it on the floor. His fingers combed through silky-soft strands meeting Subaru's questioning gaze with his own, "That's much better. You shouldn't hide your face like that." "I wasn't. It's just --" "Part of the outfit?" "And Hokuto-chan -- " "Will kill you?" "More than kill me. There would be corpses everywhere. At least six of them. All over the road." "Maybe we could bribe her? I've got some maple moose suckers in my room back home." "That might work," Subaru scooted in closer, still managing to look shy for all of that, "Hokuto-chan likes being bribed with sweet things." "What about you? Do you like sweet things, Subaru-kun?" Subaru cupped his face, the feel of gloves where skin should be strange but mildly intoxicating, ghosting across his skin as the onmyouji tilted his face, lips just short of Sena's, "I think you're about to find out." ***End return to splash page