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psychic business corporation

[FIC] Psychic Business Corporation
Two drabbles written on IRC. THEY'RE PRETTY SIMILAR which proves that I forget what I've written already the moment I write it.

Title: Like Herding Cats
Fandom: Reikan Shouhou Kabushikigaisha
Pairing: Fehmut/Tokiwa
Rating: R
Word Count: 298 words



Tokiwa woke to a warm weight on his chest that wasn't at all furry. He knew before he opened his eyes what he'd find-- Fehmut straddling his hips, golden eyes gone reflective in the darkness of the night. "Fehmut, what are you doi--" he began, but was silenced when the boy pressed the heel of his hand to his mouth.

"Do not question us," Fehmut said softly, the steel in his voice contrasting the nervous set of his shoulders. The red glow of the digital clock at the side of Tokiwa's bed cast his tan features in an eerie light as he leaned down over the older man. The metal and glass beads of his necklace clinked together musically with each movement.

When he moved his hand and replaced it with soft, dry lips, it flashed through Tokiwa's mind to push him away. After all, he was only a child (a several thousand year old child, part of him whispered traitorously), and a male one at that.

But somehow his hands came to rest at Fehmut's hips and stayed there, pressed against smooth skin and gauzy linen. The embroidered skirt around Fehmut's waist concealed little, and as he shifted positions, more of the slim length of his thigh came into view.

Somewhere along the line, Tokiwa realized, he had stopped protesting the kiss. It was hard to, with Fehmut all but squirming on his lap, making little half-gasped mewling sounds into the awkward motions of the kiss and clutching at Tokiwa's shoulders like his life depended on it.

Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was true that what the Pharaoh wanted the Pharaoh got. Or maybe it was something entirely unrelated to either of those reasons, but all the same, Tokiwa found himself kissing back.

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Title: Miw
Fandom: Reikan Shouhou Kabushikigaisha
Pairing: Fehmut/Tokiwa
Rating: R
Word Count: 195 words



Tokiwa had sort of been expecting this moment for a long time, somewhere vague in the back of his mind where he kept the thoughts he didn't really want to consider too closely. But even that distant anticipation didn't really... help.

"Fehmut," he said slowly, staring up at the naked boy straddling him, "it's not that I'm not, well, flattered, I guess, but... you're. Er. Fourteen."

Fehmut raised an eyebrow but didn't otherwise budge. "Yes," he agreed. "And?"

"Well... I'm really. Not. So..." Tokiwa stumbled over the words, trying to find some way to make Fehmut understand how this wasn't a good idea.

"We are the Pharaoh," Fehmut murmured, leaning down to rub his cheek against Tokiwa's in an affectionate gesture. His breath ghosted over the older man's jaw as he spoke. "And you are ours."

Tokiwa's mouth suddenly seemed to have gone entirely dry, and his body was reacting in ways he really, really wished it wasn't. "Fehmut--" He found himself staring into golden eyes gone reflective in the darkness.

When Fehmut kissed him, his thighs tensing to rub against Tokiwa's still clothed hips, Tokiwa found himself unable to protest any longer.