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[Apr. 22nd, 2018|09:28 pm]

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“I’ll see how far the tanuki’s hospitality extends.” That was gentlemanly, right? He hadn’t said anything about Kakashi being welcome to use Ryouma himself as a pillow. Though, if pillow talk meant what it sounded like…

He wasn’t going to overthink this. He pulled his thoughts back, with a surprising ease. There was pleasure enough in this moment now, in Kakashi’s strong shoulder against his side, in the lazy echoes of warmth curling through his veins, in the promised possibility of next time and later. He didn’t need to chase after the future, or run from it.

Feel whatever you’re gonna feel.

He’d have to thank Raidou for that, someday.

Though the orgasm probably also had something to do with it. Ryouma grinned to himself, stretched, and dropped his arm casually along Kakashi’s shoulders. “Tell me if this isn’t gentlemanly enough.”

Kakashi didn’t pull away. He didn’t even tense. He looped his arm around Ryouma’s hips, anchoring his thumb in Ryouma’s waistband. His shoulders shivered with soft laughter under Ryouma’s arm. “It’s a start.”

When he wasn’t overthinking, it was astonishingly easy to move. Ryouma turned half a step, bent his head, and kissed Kakashi over the mask. “Better?”

A momentary blink, then Kakashi’s eye curved with a smile. He stretched up to return the kiss, rising high enough to suggest he’d gone up onto the balls of his feet. His breath warmed the mask, and the muscles of his arm hardened against Ryouma’s back. “Keep it up.”

“I’ll try.” Ryouma straightened. He left his arm where it was, and so did Kakashi.

They picked up the dark lantern and circled the pond again, returning towards the dying-orange flames of bonfire. Grass bent soft and fresh beneath their feet, and the cool evening breeze flirted in Ryouma's hair. Shadows fell gently here, concealing secrets without danger.

Ryouma tipped his head back again to study the huge silver-bright moon climbing up among the stars. Gentlemen recited poetry to their lovers under the moon, didn’t they? At least, the doomed noblemen of the Five Rings Cycle did, though admittedly he was usually falling asleep by that point in the second film and hadn’t bothered to memorize any of it. He wished he’d paid more attention, now.

Maybe Shuriken Force counted. Ryouma hummed his way through the opening bars of two songs and settled on a third. Kakashi leaned a little against Ryouma’s shoulder, and seemed to listen.

They rounded the curve of the pond. The bonfire was burning lower, almost unattended. A few sleepy tanuki elders sat on a log bench, smoking long-stemmed pipes and sharing a jar of sake. The children had evidently all been bundled off to bed, along with the dancers and musicians. Himself’s vast wooden platform lay empty under the moonlight, but soft light shone in the windows of a few thatch-roofed homes.

Ryouma didn’t see Harubi or her children, or the officers. His discarded armor wasn’t quite where he’d left it, either, but after a moment he spotted a tidy pile of gear near the bonfire, guarded by two of Kakashi’s sleeping dogs. Saishou and Yori lay nose to tail, firelight shining in their fur. Their heads lifted, drowsily, as Kakashi neared.
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