carefully trained woman-monkey #1 (white_aster) wrote in kinkfest, @ 2008-03-08 00:49:00 |
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Entry tags: | a: white_aster, f: suikoden v, march 08, p: oboro/shigure |
"A Good Teacher", Suikoden V (Oboro/Shigure)
Title: A Good Teacher
Fandom: Suikoden 5
Pairing: Oboro/Shigure
Rating: PG
Prompt: Suikoden V, Oboro/Shigure: Competence kink - "teach me"
Warnings: Vague SPOILERS for the detectives' backstory. Also for slight broken and age difference.
Wordcount: ~580
Oboro was good at everything. He liked to hide it, but he was. He could pick a lock faster than most people could find their keys, remember entire conversations years after the fact, splint a bone, pluck and cook a chicken, split a potch piece at a hundred paces with a throwing knife, and have even the most antagonistic of witnesses spilling their guts within an hour of meeting him.
It was impressive. Maddeningly impressive, like trying to keep up with a legend or a god, but...impressive.
That was why, when the itch under his skin got really annoying, Shigure didn't think of going to anyone else. Well. Maybe he thought of going to Sagiri, but he really wanted to know what he was doing before he went to Sagiri.
So, he waited until they had closed up shop for the day, and Fuyo had gone home, and Sagiri was off collecting information in the city. Then he asked.
Oboro set his tea down very slowly. Nothing much showed on his face, but Shigure wouldn't have expected it. Oboro was as good at schooling his expression as he was at everything else. "Don't you want to try this with...someone your own age?" Oboro suggested gently.
Shigure shrugged. "I want to learn how to do it right. I don't want to make an ass of myself."
Oboro's lips quirked. "And you don't think you will, with me?"
Shigure sighed. "It doesn't matter with you. You're the master. You taught us. We always made asses of ourselves in front of you."
That got a genuine chuckle, and then a slightly pained headtilt as Oboro leaned forward in his chair. "I haven't been your master for a long time. You're learning your own lessons now."
"Yeah." Shigure vaulted over the desk to land sitting on it, facing Oboro with his legs on either side of Oboro's knees. Close enough that they could really see each other. Way inside both of their threat ranges. "And I want to learn from you. I trust you. I don't want to go to some stranger for this."
Oboro gave him the look that meant that Shigure was missing something but Oboro wasn't sure how to tell him. Shigure hated that look. "Shigure...do you actually want me? Or is this just a lesson for you?"
Shigure almost asked what that had to do anything, but he had a feeling that that was part of what he was missing. So, he considered the question. He'd seen Oboro naked in the baths lots of times, for years. He wasn't a bad-looking man. Not fancy or anything, but fit. Only starting to show his age slightly, in the slight sag of skin here and there. None of that really mattered, though. He was Oboro. He'd saved them. He'd taught them everything they needed to know to live out in the normal world. He'd kept them together. He'd watched over them and made them feel safe. Cherished, like something precious. How could Shigure not want that?
Shigure blinked slowly. "Of course. What kind of dumb question is that?" And then he leaned forward, and Oboro sighed a bit but reached up, fingers carding into Shigure's hair.
Later, afterwards, Shigure decided that kissing was harder than he had expected it to be. Sex in general was just as messy and undignified and inexplicably pleasurable as he'd been expecting, though. Shigure had been clumsy and had a few awkward starts and been constantly unsure of what, exactly, he was supposed to do with his hands, but that was all right.
Oboro was a good teacher.