[FIC] Shounen Onmyouji
Title: N/A
Fandom: Shounen Onmyouji
Pairing: Yukinari/Toshitsugu
Rating: PG-13ish
Word Count: 403 words



Toshitsugu made an entirely undignified noise as his back hit one of the shelves in the storeroom. There was a scroll digging into his shoulderblades, but he had more pressing concerns. Like the man whose long fingers were far-too-skillfully undoing the front of his kariginu. "Yukinari-sama!" he hissed. "Someone could see!"

"Oh?" Yukinari smiled pleasantly. He leaned in close, his lips ghosting over Toshitsugu's. "It's late. Everyone else has already returned home." As his kariginu fell open, one of Yukinari's hands moved back to tug the wrapping from Toshitsugu's hair.

"Still--" Toshitsugu stopped, shaking his newly-freed hair from his eyes. Then he choked as Yukinari took advantage of the distraction to kiss him. Yukinari's lips were warm and try and he tasted faintly of very expensive tea. Toshitsugu gave in and clutched at Yukinari's shoulders, moaning into the kiss as it deepened.

Yukinari slid a hand into the front of Toshitsugu's robes, a faint frown creasing his face. A moment later he pulled it back out, a piece of paper between his fingers. His expression quickly turned to one of amusement. "You were carrying it with you?" he asked lightly, pressing his face into the juncture between Toshitsugu's neck and shoulder.

"Yukinari-sama!" With an embarrassed stutter, Toshitsugu reached to take back the pilfered piece of poetry, only to fall back against the shelf with a gasp as Yukinari's questing hand found its way back into his clothes, over his chest and brushing past a nipple.

Laughing, Yukinari bit down ever so lightly. "I'm honored," he murmured. As he started on Toshitsugu's obi, a sudden noise caused them both to look up sharply.

Masahiro stood in the doorway to the storeroom, the scrolls he'd been holding rolling around at his feet. His shocked face slowly went bright red, his mouth working without any sound coming out. "I-- that is-- um-- I mean-- I'm very sorry!" he eventually squeaked out, disappearing from view. With a flustered look, he reappeared a moment later and clumsily collected the fallen scrolls.

"Oh my," Yukinari said, not really sounding at all upset. Toshitsugu sunk back against the shelves with a truly horrified expression on his face, looking as though he was warring between trying his best to disappear and wanting to storm after Masahiro and give him a particularly scathing lecture on announcing one's presence before entering a room.

Yukinari selflessly took it upon himself to distract the boy.