It’s been years since this account has had serious roleplaying, but I still continue to remain in the fandom as much as possible, and keep my Natsuki and Satsuki muses alive through fanfic and personal writing. Although this account surfaced during a very difficult period of my life, it’s a constant reminder that there’s always something good to look back to. I’m really close to being a professional woman, and my life has changed completely, but like everyone else, I still have moments when I don’t feel well, and bringing back Natsuki and Satsuki helps me. Might seem stupid, but the years I spent developing this character here are my proudest moments, and the time when I feel most free, focused, and happy.
I’m not sure I should bring this account back from the dead, but for now I have proposed myself to unearth, refresh and post whatever I have left in my drafts, which are about 10 posts. I’m taking bits of old roleplay we left behind years ago and making them into understandable mini-fics which I will post this summer.(Happy birthday, Natsuki! [June 9th] and also Happy Birthday to me! [June 11th]). The posts will have my old style all over it, and anyone is free to reply, if this isn’t a total graveyard.
I’m happy to continue doing something around here and finally do something with those old drafts, so wish me luck!
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Cecil's local café hired a new barista, who just happens to be a very rude, but very interesting blonde. The next day, the same barista seems to be a totally different person; a happy-go-lucky, kind blonde! Are they twins? Are they playing a practical joke on him? Are they just a one-man show of double personality? Even if it takes him all the lattes in the world, Cecil will get to the bottom of this! And maybe he will gain more than just extra milk and whipped cream.
While going back inside Natsuki's mind Satsuki loses his way and finds a whole new world in which a tiny prince rules. Will Satsuki overcome his distrust of this little man and accept his help in finding the way out? Or will a series of unfortunate events prevent him from going back home? Thumbelina AU, Part 1.
It was never changing, always the same uncomfortable darkness that enveloped and did not let go. Black, gray sometimes that cloaked his eyes, a boring place where he could only hear and see what his other half lived, not once his own. Once again he was pushed into his own mind, that strange headache taking over him, canceling his thoughts. But he was prepared, this having occurred so many times before...
Satsuki held his head with both arms, blond hair ruffled and eyebrows brought together waiting for the fall into that hole where he could only wait. He sighed; heavy breathing lingering as he opened his eyes, anticipating what wasn’t there. Instead of his normal corner in the alter ego’s mind, his hands came down to touch green. Rattling of leaves, winds blowing trees and plans around him. The mud was dirtying his ivory shirt, the brown matching the suspenders that fell from his strong shoulders. He stood up, for once scared, his eyes flying from side to side, following birds do the same, sounds probably coming from beaks and croaks of frogs. A forest unlike any other was all around him, vast, deep and refreshed with the scent of nature that the crisp, soft wind carried. Satsuki had woken up in the woods, right after drifting inside Natsuki, but instead of this being a nice sight, terror came over him.
"Wha-" He couldn’t finish the question, being too confused as to why it had happened. He touched himself, his new clothes, his short brown leather boots, the same hair but slightly pushed to the side. What the hell was happening here? Where was he, and …was this some kind of dream? Some kind of theatre put up by Natsuki’s mind or by his own? The blond’s hands found his face, his expression a frustrated mask, his peridot-colored irises shifting along his black pupils, side-to-side. If there was a Gemini Syndrome what-to-expect explanatory book of some kind somewhere, he needed it now.
A list of possible thing to-do projected in his brain. Okay, he was not lost… probably. But he was suddenly in a place he did not belong to. What to do? Where to go? More than a backup plan, all the composer had was serious questions, and no answer. But he had no answers because he was still ignorant as to what was this, whatever this was. He gave an unsure step, the grass under him feeling like …just any grass plain, the mud all the same. He started walking, trying to calm down his heavy breathing. Satsuki stepped into a particularly busy area, made entirely of trees, as rich of green as any forest looks from the sky. A thin line of flowing, crystal-clear water formed a small stream that fought to run through the smooth rocks; brown as mud, gray as ash, black as leather. The newcomer sighed, taking in the majestic image, the refreshing sound of the stream and the amount there was of his favorite color. Even if he was lost- What? No, he was not. He was not lost!- Satsuki felt a slow but sure creeping of reassurance in his chest that told him that he would find a way out of there. Even if it was such a fantastic looking place, he had to get home; better now than never.
So, Satsuki kept walking. The animals of the forest ran wild and without a care; it was the first time that they did not fear the tall man. Butterflies flew right into his face and the birds continued communicating with each other in the low and highs of the trees. Nobody else, no people to ask for directions, no friendly farmer, and no rescue dogs looking for him… of course.
“Just my luck!” Satsuki growled, sure that it was alright to talk to yourself if no one could hear you. He followed the expression with another sigh –number twenty-six of today- and his shoulders slumped.
“Luck doesn’t exist.” A small voice followed, giving Satsuki a scare big enough to jump and stand straight, arms slightly extended and palms wide, ready for the attack. His eyebrows already crashing together, he asked with an uncharacteristic agitation. “Who is there? Who said that?! Come out!”
“I am out.” The little voice said again, serene as the rest of the forest, as if it only belonged there and nowhere else.
The blonde was almost petrified in his place, and openly showing it. He could not see anything at all! But just right as he was about to ask again, he saw it. A tiny little movement of a dandelion, back and forth and not caused by any breeze. Just right under was a miniscule little man, dressed in a light green that was shaking it violently. Comical, how his strength only made the small plant shake ever so slightly. Satsuki was silent for a while, just watching, entranced by the existence of such a little thing.
“Do I have something on my face?” The little man asked, eyebrows knitted and poking his nose with his almost-invisible index finger.
“Uhh, no?” It was more a question than an answer, and the tiny human looked offended.
“How-” The tall blonde could not finish his train of thought because the little one was already speaking. “Ah, you are a human! I figure you really have not seen thumb people, alas you are surprised, probably confused! I have heard stories but never seen one of you all!” The prince sighed contentedly, his miniscule arms batting the air around him, his tone as excited as Satsuki had ever heard anyone.
“Yes.” Satsuki tried, taking a cautious step forward and bending his back to somehow see clearer and closer to the earth, where the little prince stood, the size of a lost marble. “I am…” He cleared his throat. I have lost my way.” He lightly explained.
“You are lost!” The thumb-sized man almost celebrated. His happiness about such a negative fact probably had to do with the fact that Satsuki’s kind was as common as mermaids or unicorns in the human world.
“Lost my way, not lost. I am not lost!” Satsuki replied, already feeling anger towards the small little guy.
The other, in exchange, smiled. His cheeks pulling up and hiding his… green? Blue? little eyes. “Well, it is certainly alright! Here, you can have a new life, away from human things. I have read about your race, and most things are not pretty, especially what you are doing to your forests! You see, everything green is a gift from the muses to us.”
Satsuki grimaced. “Then, if we are such a destructive race, why do you seem… obsessed?”
The little prince returned the expression, eyes wide. “Am not! You just are ignorant.”
“You little runt!” Satsuki threw, patience already out the window, and stomped the mud under his boots hoping to scare the tiny man.
The small person crossed his arms, cocking his head to the side as if waiting for a kid to finish his tantrum.
“Yes, I knew this would happen. Truly, I enjoy such spikes of the mood! It is what your people are recognized here.” Followed, he giggled under his palm.
The blonde had enough, and after growling like a wild boar in a chase, he did just that, and walked away from the scene.
The little man screamed. “No! Do not leave!” He ran as fast as his miniscule legs let him, waving his thin arms. “You need help and I can give it to you!”
Satsuki stopped in his tracks. Really, he considered everything. He could just walk away and get out himself, of course. Or maybe not, and he truly needed help. The forest seemed thick, the land wide, and his throat has already began to feel uncomfortably dry.
“What do you want in exchange?” He finally asked, and the little one smiled wide.
CLICK! El sonido de la cámara se escucha en los alrededores, casi inundando completamente los pájaros que pitan y cantan sobre su día, y el compás de las hojas que siguen el valz del viento. Igual de suave se mecen los rubios rizos del ruidoso culpable que se balancea en una banca para lograr tomar la foto perfecta.
"¡Hermoso~! No puedo creer que su pechito sea tan azul, parece que casi se pierda en el cielo." Natsuki comentaba a sí mismo, sus brillantes ojos aún mas abirtos por la belleza de los pájaros que seguramente, si tuvieran la capacidad de denunciarlo por acoso, lo harían. "Te amo, señorita pajarita." El chico alto sonrió y decía mientras se sentaba de nuevo, contento. Un bulto de mensajero colgaba de su hombro, el que abrió para sacar una especie de diario. Natsuki casi se sonrojó al ver todas las fotos y apuntes -Todos de un distinto color y estilo- juntos. Verde esmeralda, marrón canela, amarillo pollito, naranja toronja, rosado como zapatito de bebé, violeta azul tan claro como el agua del trópico, y... ¿Dónde está el rojo?
Los labios del rubio se abrieron en un signo de terror. ¡Se le había olvidado el rojo! Ahora tendrá que encontrar ese bonito color en la naturaleza lo más pronto posible para completar su magnífico diario. Pero, ¿Cómo? Natsuki pensó en manzanas, rosas rojas, o hasta en Elizabeth con su enorme y rojo lazo, pero le pareció imposible viajar a Francia para buscarla. Hasta que por el rabo del ojo lo vió... Tan pelirrojo como salsa de tomate recién salido de una lata.
It was a habit, something he did whenever the steam inside his body got too hot too handle, his seams coming apart like an old rag doll pulled around by life. He could almost feel like sometimes his own shared want to burst open. His body a jar held shut for too long, millennial pressure building ceaselessly under him and over him. It was how he was controlled; his hands couldn’t decide anymore. They moved towards his own body, wanting to go inwards, into his core. Only they could touch, his palms once rough like wire were now not nearly enough. Nothing seemed to be completely full. He was an empty vase silently praying for flowers to grow out of thin air, lanky dark stems like hairs blossoming in the heat of his naked skin. It was a sheer madness, natural but only a vision conducted by him.
In his mind, there came a slim figure that in almost no time, engulfed in shadows that covered his face like a veil. Eyes open, poked by strands of blond his eyes stood without tremble in the middle of his internal earthquake. He watched the freedom of the other body his movements and dance without really seeing. Like a vision of water sucked by a desert cactus, his thirst rose to the hilt. Overcome, entranced, consumed he was. The figure touched him with the hand of a visitor to ruins, discovering, plucking the space like a constellation gathers stars. That’s what he saw. He drew up air, all the oxygen in the room trying to find an end to the hands of the mortician, the death and life excavating his bark, peeled rinds only now, as his core escaped the façade of surface. No boundaries, no circumference to fill to the brink, no enamel covering his self.
An empire of grace lay before him, in the shape of a man with wood skin and eyes as bottomless and abysmal as the earthy sea. He didn’t decide to jump into the Cimmerian shade; the leap had already been made, a pulled string in a viola or a nerve passing electric current. This dream was all he needed, his only reason. So he never stopped, he continued on the destiny lane into where he could be a full moon, and phased. His hips humored him, copying the shape of the shade, the movement of the other body slapping and stomping into his very only urgency, silencing every other cell in motion.
The rush could more than the time, and the desperate hands, crazed to find what his agitated body wanted so critically worked without believing human limit exists, finally reached the point where they could forget they were even moving. He didn’t let a moan escape his throat; it came by itself, like the roar an animal couldn’t swallow back, the croak of a scared young, the crack of a fallen tree in the forever yawning woods. He cried, mouth open without a care, his lungs tired without air at last, rusting in the outside.
Specks of metal dressed in gold dancing along with the dust in the room, like copper being tasted by his hungry tongue and finding out it was cold and it made the roof of his mouth buzz, sour without the flavor, tang with only the smack blown on his palate. Nothing more and nothing less than relief and the promise of again seeing his dreams of that perfect someone laid out before him as he came, and then, nothing else.
"Me!" Natsuki repeated, smile curved amazingly high and… Wait! "Huh." He simply said, expression turning a complete 160. Brow furrowed and a light pout dressed his features as the blonde stood still in the doorway, his hands first resting on his thin hips. He remembered that cute face!
The only cute face and big-eyed cute, cute oh so cute little boy who was also not very cute inside.
"Nagi, right?" Natsuki turned serious, his light green eyes suddenly losing their light. He approached the other, steps heavy as his hand came behind the smaller boy’s neck and… "Nagiii~ what are you doing here? Hey, do you think we can be friends now?! Stay and meet my new coworker with me!" A mile-a-minute Natsuki went on while holding the short idol close enough to cut his oxygen supply.
"Er… I mean," Nagi darted his eyes toward the staff hoping they didn’t note his slip but before he could Natsuki was addressing him and even pulled him into a hold asking if they could be friends.
"Ah! Ah!!! Shinomiya let me go!" Nagi growled as he tried to pull away from the strong grip.
He knew that the bubbly Starish member was huge but based on his personality Nagi would think he’d be just a bit more gentle. Especially because Nagi wasn’t a pet or toy!
He was still fighting to get out of the grip when the staff member spoke up.
"Ah, Shinomiya! Nice of you to meet us. It seems you and Nagi are already well acquainted? Well say hello to your fellow co host!"
Nagi’s spirit sagged and he seemed to deflate in Natsuki’s hold. He wasn’t going to say they could be friends but the working situation couldn’t he changed so he’d have to make due.
"Ah~" Natsuki breathed out, liberating Nagi from his strongman hold and offering him a smile so big it could light up the moon. If only smile-powered electricity for natural satellites was invented. The blonde nodded to himself, saving it as a mental note. "I'm so happy! This is our chance to change all those mean things that you said and did to us! And be the cute little person you really are!" He sing-sang, poking Nagi's cheek as if to make a dimple on the skin. Natsuki stood up straight finally, lifting his arms to the ceiling dramatically. "I forgive you!" He announced, acting like some kind of supernatural being. And is that the violist just knew that all Nagi needed and wanted was a chance to be his best friend!
A high strung laugher rang all through the set. Loud steps, clanking of metal bars, things and people talking about various topics weren’t enough to subdue the bright smile and chirp-like giggling of one of the stars of the new show, Shinomiya Natsuki. The blond has rode in the train to the TV station well before it even opened and had arrived, eyes twinkling and full of excitement early today for what would be a new job for him and another co-star, which he had not yet met. The tall idol sighed contentedly, before shaking his head and resuming his story on the wonderful sunrise he had witnessed and how the yellow had turned to orange and the orange to red and that red suddenly was… “Say, Shinomiya-san!” The tired-eyed assistant that had been listening to Natsuki’s rant spoke, obviously trying to change the topic. “I think it is time to meet your co-host. Please warmly welcome him while we finish the set.”
It was almost as if his hay-colored curls shared his overflowing and ultimately ridiculously comical excitement. They bounced along with his whole body, and in a matter of seconds the tall man so calmly giving a speech about nature was already halfway out the hall. “Welcome~! Welcome~” he chanted, arms up in mock of a bird’s flight to receive his newest friend!
For Mikado Nagi being told that he was going to be a regular host on a weekly variety show was awesome. The only thing that put a damper on the situation was the fact that he was going to be co-host with some other idol and having to share the spotlight with someone most likely unworthy. He couldn’t get his manager to try to convince the production team to let Kira co host (“The image is just all sorts of wrong”) and so he was left to accept the fate in store for him.
He woke early, happy to begin work and make a good reputation with the staff. As long as people loved him he tended to get on well with them. He got to the building where an assistant showed him to a room where he would meet his co-host.
"I’m sure you two will get on well," the staff member smiled tiredly. "Being of similar interest and personality."
"I’ll be the judge of that," Nagi thought to himself but nodded happily to the man.
"What’s that noise?" the man said, perking up. Nagi also heard it.
He followed the man out the room to fetch the new comer when he was greeted with an assault to his ears.
“Welcome~! Welcome~”
Nagi’s eyes grew wide in shock before narrowing into an accusatory glare.
"You!" he said, venom in his otherwise cute voice.
"Me!" Natsuki repeated, smile curved amazingly high and… Wait! "Huh." He simply said, expression turning a complete 160. Brow furrowed and a light pout dressed his features as the blonde stood still in the doorway, his hands first resting on his thin hips. He remembered that cute face!
The only cute face and big-eyed cute, cute oh so cute little boy who was also not very cute inside.
"Nagi, right?" Natsuki turned serious, his light green eyes suddenly losing their light. He approached the other, steps heavy as his hand came behind the smaller boy’s neck and… "Nagiii~ what are you doing here? Hey, do you think we can be friends now?! Stay and meet my new coworker with me!" A mile-a-minute Natsuki went on while holding the short idol close enough to cut his oxygen supply.
A high strung laugher rang all through the set. Loud steps, clanking of metal bars, things and people talking about various topics weren’t enough to subdue the bright smile and chirp-like giggling of one of the stars of the new show, Shinomiya Natsuki. The blond has rode in the train to the TV station well before it even opened and had arrived, eyes twinkling and full of excitement early today for what would be a new job for him and another co-star, which he had not yet met. The tall idol sighed contentedly, before shaking his head and resuming his story on the wonderful sunrise he had witnessed and how the yellow had turned to orange and the orange to red and that red suddenly was… “Say, Shinomiya-san!” The tired-eyed assistant that had been listening to Natsuki’s rant spoke, obviously trying to change the topic. “I think it is time to meet your co-host. Please warmly welcome him while we finish the set.”
It was almost as if his hay-colored curls shared his overflowing and ultimately ridiculously comical excitement. They bounced along with his whole body, and in a matter of seconds the tall man so calmly giving a speech about nature was already halfway out the hall. “Welcome~! Welcome~” he chanted, arms up in mock of a bird’s flight to receive his newest friend!
The Earl had been set out to go to the courtyard to have his daily dose of coffee he had during the afternoon. He had been expecting to see Natsuki out there so they could be immersed in their idle chatter during the time of relaxing. Although something had been off..it wasn’t Natsuki that he had seen. The clothing didn’t seem right, although it was clearly him. Perhaps something else was missing..but what?
When the long-haired, pale blonde figure appeared with eyes like a hawk scrutinizing his every blink ...it almost looked like this idiot could measure his heart rate and blood pressure by just setting eyes on him. But Satsuki understood, or well, remembered.
He sighed, a small smile drawing while he rolled his leaf-green eyes. Natsuki had made plans to spend time with the senpai, it was obvious by the tea set and coffee sitting still hot on the well-adorned table. And well, because Satsuki now remembered when Natsuki asked Camus for this little playdate. After all, the alter ego was ever present. Now, Mr. Grandma Hair was here probably wondering why Natsuki wasn't getting up and jumping at him, cheery. Instead, there was Satsuki, cross-legged, jaw resting on his hands and already tired of this. He hated when suddenly he was thrown into Natsuki's world and silly activities and he just had to deal with whatever came his way.
"What, the Queen of wherever you're from couldn't also come? How sad" The younger blonde smirked, sinking even more into his seat, with a fake expression of dread that didn't last enough to be a joke. "Mad Tea Party cancelled, hatter. I apologize on behalf of ...oh, that's right. I don't care." Satsuki sighed out, voice almost a whisper.
Giggling lightly as he kissed the other back, the tanned boy’s hands trailed softly down Satsuki’s shoulders to his biceps and firmly gripped as he tugged the other further down.
Only ever happy to comply in these situations, Satsuki let himself be directed once more to Cecil’s mouth, whimpering as his own body demanded more. It hadn’t been that long since he had his lover like this, but without him every hour turned into a whole day, even if he was stuck inside Natsuki and couldn’t keep track time. He wouldn’t ever tell, but he missed Cecil with every particle of himself, feeling like they were slowly coming apart when alone, and like everything inside him came together with just one kiss like this, hungry just like they were in the beginning.
Satsuki didn’t like it, but he stopped after mouthing a silent ‘wait’ into Cecil’s lips. He reached for the cabinet Natsuki never used and took out what it looked like a mint-green ribbon, a faint jingle along with it. The blonde tried not to smile, his always-serious expression cracking under pressure at moments while he wrapped the soft ribbon around Cecil’s neck with a small bow, crooked slightly -He mentally thanked Natsuki again for knowing how to make them, but cursed at how he couldn’t quite repeat perfect results- and came back down for a kiss, maybe a little slow bite here and there, wanting to drain Cecil of his heavenly taste.
Cecil’s eyes fluttered open when he felt something lightly tied around his neck, and the faint sound of a bell. Looking down at himself, fingers reached up and touched the front where a small bell seemed to be attached to a ribbon— Almost like a cat collar with a bell. Strangely enough, the brunette didn’t mind it. Maybe it was because he wore a collar when he was a cat, and his panther wore won too back home. Cheeks flushed light pink as he smiled before lips were claimed again by the giver of this present.
Further pressed into the bed, the bell he wore jingled once, twice. He kissed back, lifting his legs up and wrapping them around Satsuki’s waist. His arms snaking over the shoulders and around the neck before tugging the taller to the side in an attempt to topple them both on their sides— Success.
Now both laying on their sides, Cecil clinging to Satsuki’s form like a tan koala, the younger broke the kiss and grinned before tugging the sheets over them both and cuddling up close to the other’s collar/chest and arms. “Merry Christmas~”
Satsuki's eyes jolted open, resulting in the blonde making too much of a funny face for such a serious moment. He cleared his throat, returning to his previous severe expression before staring back at Cecil, his sweet smile again illuminating Satsuki's whole world. He was glad he chose his gift, at the beginning just wanting it to be a cat-related joke, but then thinking that with it, he could never lose his lover. The composer wanted to know where he was every second of every day, as much as he didn't say it or ask, and if he kept that on it could at last be possible.
He sighed. "Merry indeed" Satsuki breathed out, almost a whisper to himself and no one else, lulling himself to sleep with the smell of Cecil's hair, hoping to have more of these merry christmas, or just more days with Cecil, because even when regular, they felt like holidays to him.
Giggling lightly as he kissed the other back, the tanned boy’s hands trailed softly down Satsuki’s shoulders to his biceps and firmly gripped as he tugged the other further down.
Only ever happy to comply in these situations, Satsuki let himself be directed once more to Cecil's mouth, whimpering as his own body demanded more. It hadn't been that long since he had his lover like this, but without him every hour turned into a whole day, even if he was stuck inside Natsuki and couldn't keep track time. He wouldn't ever tell, but he missed Cecil with every particle of himself, feeling like they were slowly coming apart when alone, and like everything inside him came together with just one kiss like this, hungry just like they were in the beginning.
Satsuki didn't like it, but he stopped after mouthing a silent 'wait' into Cecil's lips. He reached for the cabinet Natsuki never used and took out what it looked like a mint-green ribbon, a faint jingle along with it. The blonde tried not to smile, his always-serious expression cracking under pressure at moments while he wrapped the soft ribbon around Cecil's neck with a small bow, crooked slightly -He mentally thanked Natsuki again for knowing how to make them, but cursed at how he couldn't quite repeat perfect results- and came back down for a kiss, maybe a little slow bite here and there, wanting to drain Cecil of his heavenly taste.
Satsuki’s face turned berry red underneath his arm, not being able to speak. Cecil, as always, just irradiated light and heat that knitted into his skin and very core, unifying his warmth with the rest of the fibers in his heart. The blonde made a face of disgust at that thought, the one of his lover being some kind of sun, or at least, some kind of celestial being with sky-reflected-in-sees blue eyes and a brilliant smile. Satsuki was not Natsuki, he wouldn’t ever say things like ‘When I’m with you I feel like I’m basking in the sun’ but …he sure felt like that. He now knew. And hated it.
The stronger man pushed the smaller one to the other side of the bed, furniture creaking from the sudden movement. He sat the same way Cecil had on him, longer legs now taking more space than Cecil’s had, the latter’s thin body looking petite and fragile thanks to the shift in roles. “Stop being so innocent!” Satsuki’s forehead stuck to Cecil’s, his tone hostile for a moment before taking a deep breath, inhaling Cecil’s scent, his entire body shaking.
He couldn’t. He shouldn’t But he just could only give up. “If you want to celebrate Christmas with me so much, then you will have to give me a present.”
All he could do was smile. Even after the momentary suprize from being rolled over and sat on…All Cecil could do was smile lovingly at the blond he had come to know so well. Bringing his hands up from his sides and wrapping them around Satsuki’s neck and shoulders, he coo’ed. “I have two~”
Lip’s touched the other’s and brought them into a kiss. Hardly any work as Satsuki’s head was already bumping his own when they stared intently into each others eyes. Making sure to deepen the kiss, Cecil ran his fingers in Satsuki’s hair and softly brushed it away from his ears. Using this time he sneakily placed his second present on the upper part of his lovers ear.
Again, Satsuki's plan had failed. Or ...worked? He couldn't decide which was which, or what was what anymore, he was quickly drifting off into a Cecil-only voyage, no compass; it wasn't needed anyway. Satsuki just wanted to get lost in his plump lips, circle his thin waist with his hands, forget directions or routes and only know the curves of Cecil's body. The blonde kissed back, pulling the other's hips closer to himself, or maybe his own closer to Cecil's, he couldn't know. Up until Cecil stopped, big blue-green eyes on his ear, something cold pressuring his cartilage.
"What?" Satsuki asked, mostly to himself, touching the new piece of metal in his ear, not happy about the change of pace. He took it out, inspecting it to find ...it was an ear cuff. The composer twirled it in his fingers, light bouncing from the hard metal and showing a small moon around the silver. He said nothing, only pulled Cecil for a kiss again, fumbling to accept the gift in the form of putting it on again.
The surprise here was, that after the birthday fumble with Cecil's present, Satsuki won't be caught into the same problem twice. He also had something for Cecil, but did it have to be now?!
Satsuki sighed, uncomfortable already from the pressure of Cecil’s body on his. Not even in his sleep he had peace, not that he was complaining about this but …can’t he just get an hour away from wanting to jump on the brunette and ravish him? So early in the morning and he was already straining himself to not turn into an animal, and the contrast of cold morning air on his skin and Cecil’s delicious warmth wasn’t helping him.
He turned his face to the side, lifting his palearms, now squared over his head like a frame made of ivory muscle. "I’m not five years old. I don’t wait for Saint Nicholas. And neither should you; I doubt he brings anything but coal to bratty princes." His blonde eyebrows furrowed, cheeks red and lips together making some kind of pout that made his ‘adult’ speech ironic now. “Leave”
"I already know about Santa!" Cecil pouted, his cheeks turning pink as he grumbled. Just because he didn’t get to celebrate Christmas back home didn’t mean he didn’t research things about it over the years (he was bound to find out sooner or later anyways). "…But I want to spend it with you…"
His finger traced along the blond’s chest and the thin white sheets in silence. Watching it before looking up at the blond’s face. An idea popped into his head, and he shifted his weight off Satsuki only to stretch out his legs behind him until he was laying on top of Satsuki instead. His arms folded under his chin and resting on the taller’s chest while he stared at him.
Satsuki seemed more hurt than anything else, his face frowning and red like a sheet of paper, crumpled and tossed out. He covered his eyes with one of his pale forearms, wriggling uncomfortably and making it worse. He could feel Cecil on him, even as embarrassing as it was that he was making Satsuki his bed, the blonde could feel his breathing on his neck, smell the faint perfume coming from his tanned skin while the last sentence gave rounds around his mind.
"C-Cecil, just…" Satsuki’s voice gave out, a low groan coming out of him. He wished it sounded more menacing instead of just desperate.
"Just what?" The younger muttered, his chin bobbing up and down on his crossed arms. Cat-like eyes blinking curiously with a curious smile as he stared at the blond’s blushing face. His leg’s lazily kicked in the air behind him, and the brunette uncrossed his arms before letting them sneak around and under Satsuki’s back. Wedged between pale skin and the mattress, Cecil wrapped his arms around Satsuki and hugged tightly. His cheek pressed against the pale skin of Satsuki’s chest as he nuzzled.
Satsuki's face turned berry red underneath his arm, not being able to speak. Cecil, as always, just irradiated light and heat that knitted into his skin and very core, unifying his warmth with the rest of the fibers in his heart. The blonde made a face of disgust at that thought, the one of his lover being some kind of sun, or at least, some kind of celestial being with sky-reflected-in-sees blue eyes and a brilliant smile. Satsuki was not Natsuki, he wouldn't ever say things like 'When I'm with you I feel like I'm basking in the sun' but ...he sure felt like that. He now knew. And hated it.
The stronger man pushed the smaller one to the other side of the bed, furniture creaking from the sudden movement. He sat the same way Cecil had on him, longer legs now taking more space than Cecil's had, the latter's thin body looking petite and fragile thanks to the shift in roles. "Stop being so innocent!" Satsuki's forehead stuck to Cecil's, his tone hostile for a moment before taking a deep breath, inhaling Cecil's scent, his entire body shaking.
He couldn't. He shouldn't But he just could only give up. "If you want to celebrate Christmas with me so much, then you will have to give me a present."
Satsuki sighed, uncomfortable already from the pressure of Cecil’s body on his. Not even in his sleep he had peace, not that he was complaining about this but …can’t he just get an hour away from wanting to jump on the brunette and ravish him? So early in the morning and he was already straining himself to not turn into an animal, and the contrast of cold morning air on his skin and Cecil’s delicious warmth wasn’t helping him.
He turned his face to the side, lifting his palearms, now squared over his head like a frame made of ivory muscle. "I’m not five years old. I don’t wait for Saint Nicholas. And neither should you; I doubt he brings anything but coal to bratty princes." His blonde eyebrows furrowed, cheeks red and lips together making some kind of pout that made his ‘adult’ speech ironic now. “Leave”
"I already know about Santa!" Cecil pouted, his cheeks turning pink as he grumbled. Just because he didn’t get to celebrate Christmas back home didn’t mean he didn’t research things about it over the years (he was bound to find out sooner or later anyways). "…But I want to spend it with you…"
His finger traced along the blond’s chest and the thin white sheets in silence. Watching it before looking up at the blond’s face. An idea popped into his head, and he shifted his weight off Satsuki only to stretch out his legs behind him until he was laying on top of Satsuki instead. His arms folded under his chin and resting on the taller’s chest while he stared at him.
Satsuki seemed more hurt than anything else, his face frowning and red like a sheet of paper, crumpled and tossed out. He covered his eyes with one of his pale forearms, wriggling uncomfortably and making it worse. He could feel Cecil on him, even as embarrassing as it was that he was making Satsuki his bed, the blonde could feel his breathing on his neck, smell the faint perfume coming from his tanned skin while the last sentence gave rounds around his mind.
"C-Cecil, just..." Satsuki's voice gave out, a low groan coming out of him. He wished it sounded more menacing instead of just desperate.
"SATSUKI~!" He jumps on the other’s bed and smacks him with the pink heart shaped pillow he received during a photo shoot; waking up the grumpy blond. "Merry Christmas~! Now wake uppppppppppp!"
What a giggling, hyper mess. A little kid on Christmas morning. He stared down at the blond, while supporting himself with his hands on either side of the elder’s head.
The blonde almost jumped out of the bed in one leap, chaotic hay-colored curls, open-mouthed in trying to get oxygen he thought he was losing from something of great weight falling on him. Not even an hour of sleep he had, and suddenly he felt the air thinning, images of a wrecking ball plummeting on his chest or something else of equal danger. Satsuki’s crazed red-lined insomniac eyes looked for danger but …there was none. In its place, a cute brown-skinned boy with an idiotic smile sat.
Satsuki glared at the other, his heart still on marathon-mode, both for the scare and …because of his guest. Still, no matter how much the composer would like to see Cecil on top of him and giggling, he was tired. “What the hell are you doing here?” He growled at the other, not dropping the menacing scowl that didn’t quite fit with his messed-up sheets half covering his naked torso, his tired voice trying to be threatening in some way.
Cecil had to jump back before Satsuki’s head collided with his own before the blond plopped back down against his bed. Scooting himself back, Cecil sat himself on Satsuki’s waist with his hands on the blond’s chest. “It’s Christmas!”
Leaning down, the brunette gave the other a quick peck on the lips with a big smile before holding up a finger matter-a-factly. “You’re supposed to be up earlier and celebrate~”
Truth be told it was like 10am. Not that early, but early for Cecil who usually slept until noon or later.
Satsuki sighed, uncomfortable already from the pressure of Cecil's body on his. Not even in his sleep he had peace, not that he was complaining about this but ...can't he just get an hour away from wanting to jump on the brunette and ravish him? So early in the morning and he was already straining himself to not turn into an animal, and the contrast of cold morning air on his skin and Cecil's delicious warmth wasn't helping him.
He turned his face to the side, lifting his palearms, now squared over his head like a frame made of ivory muscle. "I'm not five years old. I don't wait for Saint Nicholas. And neither should you; I doubt he brings anything but coal to bratty princes." His blonde eywbrows furrowed, cheeks red and lips together making some kind of pout that made his 'adult' speech ironic now. "Leave"
