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[Love Mode] Untruth
fandom Love Mode
characters Reiji, Shiki, Naoya


Reiji lies on his side with one hand supporting his head and the other running through Shiki’s hair, a long, slow motion that makes Shiki purr like a cat. His hair smells like sweat and sex and Shiki, Reiji thinks; it smells like a warm, lazy day in the English countryside, and his chest suddenly feels tight with the knowledge that he will never have that again.

“What’s wrong?” Shiki murmurs when Reiji’s hand stops moving.

“When can you come again?” Reiji asks instead of answering. “To Japan, I mean.”

Shiki shrugs, his shoulder briefly pressing up against Reiji’s chest with the movement. “No idea. It’s not exactly cheap, you know, flying from London to Tokyo. And besides, I can’t leave Katsura alone too often -- he’ll get run over in the street by his jealous lovers if I’m not around to watch out for him,” he explains, and Reiji has to admit that this is a very real possibility. After a pause, Shiki orders, “Stroke my hair now.”

And Reiji’s hand promptly starts moving again; he’s become so used to obeying Shiki’s every command that he doesn’t even think before doing as he’s told anymore. “I can pay for your plane tickets,” he says, also without thinking, and immediately regrets his words when Shiki’s eyes flash.

“No thanks,” Shiki says coolly. “If I need somebody to keep me, there are plenty of candidates back home.” At this, Reiji gives him a look somewhere between annoyed, indignant and exasperated, which Shiki returns with a bland smile. He sounds more like his usual mischievous self, though, when he adds, “They’re all older men, too, with less stamina than you. Which means less work for me.”

Reiji rolls over until he’s lying on top of Shiki, pressing his weight down onto Shiki’s pliant body. “Work, huh? I’ll show you work,” he growls, and nips sharply at the sensitive spot below Shiki’s ear.

Shiki just purrs contentedly, and when Reiji moves lower, and lower, he chants softly, “Reiji, Reiji, Reiji...”

***

“...-san! Aoe-san!”

Reiji opens his eyes to see Naoya’s concerned face hovering above his own. “Naoya?” he mutters, feeling disoriented. “What’s wrong?”

“You were tossing and turning a lot, and mumbling in your sleep. Are you alright?” Naoya says softly, stroking Reiji’s sweat-damp hair with a tentative hand.

“I’m fine,” Reiji answers, avoiding Naoya’s eyes. “Sorry if I woke you up.”

“Was it... was it a nightmare?” Naoya asks uncertainly.

Reiji stares up at the ceiling, and takes a deep breath. The room, the bed, Naoya -- everything smells familiar; everything smells like home. “Yeah,” he eventually says. “It was a nightmare.”

He closes his eyes, and listens to Naoya sleep.


.fin


A/N: I need to stop ficcing at work. No, really.