#mayutaka

[connan-l]

“ᴵ ᵍᵘᵉˢˢ ᴵ'ᵐ ˡᵘᶜᵏʸ ᵗᵒ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵃ ⁿᵘʳˢᵉ ˡⁱᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ.”

[stephanericherthanyou]

MayuTaka, hot sexy and dangerous. More fun less angst?

yes less angst is definitely good

Takao is dangerous; he can see Mayuzumi. It’s not only that, of course, but he sees and notices, wills himself to notice everything, to be attuned to the world and all of its movement. Mayuzumi feels naked and self-conscious around him, like he can’t just be a quiet observer anymore, like he is the observed, under a microscope.

It gets better in small increments; Takao makes it better because no matter how hard he tries Mayuzumi can’t hide his feelings any more than he can hide his presence. (How can Takao see so many unseen things?) He takes Mayuzumi’s hand but looks away, leans on his shoulder and closes his eyes, and even though they’re more connected Mayuzumi feels less scrutinized. Maybe he’s just getting used to Takao’s constant, cheery presence (although he will never get used to Takao reading everything over his shoulder).

He can really appreciate Takao’s sexiness, the embraces in a dark corner, the way Takao uses Mayuzumi’s lack of presence to shield himself, the way he tries and fails to mimic it, the way Takao wears his confidence at being noticed—he makes it seem glamorous and desirable. He is desirable, dexterous fingers and sharp teeth and strong shoulders and the things he says. He’s smart, and that might be the sexiest thing about him.

And in the end, it’s not hard for Mayuzumi to yield to kiss kisses and respond to his touches. It seems almost natural, this desire.

[stephanericherthanyou]

MoriZuki [slight ChiTaka] winter wonderland? Izuki tried to top Mori but in the end they switched anyway leaving a very odd snow angel and a very cold eagle. Not realizing a shadow and a hawk were watching, trapped in a evergreen tree a few feet above them, because Takao had gotten his scarf stuck still wearing it, the skill.

that sounds more than mildly uncomfortable

Izuki flops on top of Moriyama, who has been making a snow angel. “Come on, let’s do it.”

“Not in the snow,” says Moriyama, wrinkling his nose. “It’s wet and disgusting.”

“Aww, you’re snow fun,” says Izuki. He puffs out his cheeks and grinds his hips against Moriyama’s.

Moriyama yelps and tries to sit up, but Izuki’s hands are holding him down.

Mayuzumi looks frantically at Takao. Takao shrugs. There’s nothing they can do right now except be quiet up in the tree and not fall out, and hope Izuki doesn’t see them and that they get up and leave soon.

Izuki grinds his hips into Moriyama’s again, and Moriyama rolls over, pinning Izuki down to the snow. Izuki shoves at him, but then Moriyama shoves his tongue down Izuki’s throat. Their sloppy, snowy make-out session makes something stir uncomfortably inside Takao, especially with the glimpses he’s getting of Izuki’s pale skin between the waistband of his jeans and the bottom of his sweatshirt. He bites the inside of his lip. Now Moriyama’s undoing both of their jeans and quite obviously fingering Izuki and Takao’s lip is raw and his own pants are feeling way too tight. He’s afraid to even register Mayuzumi’s presence, but of course he can’t because of the way he sees things, and his face is burning red. Mayuzumi squeezes his forearm but that only makes it worse, the way his skin feels through layers of shirt and sweater and coat and fingers. They’re moving their hips together, crying out shamelessly. Don’t they know this is a public park? They’re damn lucky Mayuzumi and Takao are the only ones who can see them right now. Finally, they finish, and lie there giggling for a while until they bundle back up.

“You’re right, I got wet,” says Izuki. “But you felt snow good inside me, Moriyama-san.”

Mayuzumi rolls his eyes. Moriyama stuffs snow down Izuki’s back as they walk away. Finally, they’re at a safe distance and Takao untangles his scarf from the pine needles.

Mayuzumi jumps down and lands so lightly that his feet barely make an impact in the snow. Takao jumps down and lands on his ass, but his scarf is intact. Mayuzumi helps haul him to his feet, holds him a bit longer and closer than necessary.

“No,” says Takao.

“You’re right,” says Mayuzumi. “Let’s go home and take a hot bath.”

Takao grins and kisses him on the cheek, wrapping the scarf around both of their necks. 

[stephanericherthanyou]

Cross-dressing Takao and Mayuzumi bump into each other after Takao gets off shift and is stuck in female clothes for a date? <3 Just because it seems likely~

chihiro’s the kind of guy who walks down the street with his nose in a book and bumps into people. but most of the time they don’t see him so they don’t yell at him. 

It’s a waste to just scrub off the makeup after work, especially when it looks so pretty (he’s not being conceited or anything; his coworker works miracles with her makeup bag) so Kazunari always brings some women’s clothes to change into because he can’t exactly wear the maid’s uniform out on the street. That’s just asking for it. He can keep the shoes and stockings, but he slips on a miniskirt and a baggy sweater over that to hide that he doesn’t actually have curves. Catching a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he decides that he does make a rather nice-looking woman. But he shouldn’t waste this momentary beauty on the mirror in the back room of a maid café, so he turns and sashays out.

Several customers waiting to be seated give him an approving once-over as he walks out and Kazunari grins. It’s nice to be noticed. The streets outside are crowded but he walks fast; his legs are long (though they look longer and slimmer in this skirt and tights). Okay, so he’s a little vain—his reflection in a store window is captivating and he slows down enough to bump into someone walking the other way, reading a book.

He wasn’t expecting to run into his boyfriend here. Oh, Chihiro knows about the cross-dressing thing and doesn’t find it weird or disgusting. He’s never really expressed any interest in seeing Kazunari in a maid outfit or even just regular women’s clothes. Chihiro blinks at him for a second before recognizing him and then folds down the page in his book.

“Kazunari-kun,” he says. “Hello.”

Kazunari grins. “Hey, Chii-chan, what’s up?”

“Just going for a walk,” says Chihiro. “Did you just get off from work?”

Kazunari nods. “But I’m free right now.”

Chihiro takes Kazunari’s hand in his. “Let’s go on a date, then.”

It’s rare for him to hold Chihiro’s hand; he’s self-conscious even with his lack of presence, and they do tend to attract rude stares sometimes. It’s a lot easier when Kazunari’s just another pretty girl. It’s kind of liberating, actually, to hold hands and giggle (well, Chihiro doesn’t giggle; he occasionally smirks but usually keeps the same placid expression on his face) and be a couple in public.

They get a table in a diner and order shitty coffee, and Chihiro can’t seem to stop staring at Kazunari’s face. “What is it?” Kazunari asks.

“Nothing, really,” says Chihiro. “But your eyes look beautiful.”

“That’s the eyeshadow and mascara,” says Kazunari.

“They can’t bring out what’s not already there,” says Chihiro.

At that moment, Kazunari wishes for the privacy of a bedroom or another small space. He settles for kissing Chihiro on the cheek and leaving a bright pink lipstick mark. 

[stephanericherthanyou]

Mayu x Taka; Shadows from different sides of the coin come together, opposites attract. Especially when the partner tosses them aside.

this can be a hell of an angsty pairing 

They don’t talk about their loneliness, really. It’s pointless to rail against something that won’t change. Takao finds it feels better if he tries to ignore the ache in his chest that comes from chasing after Midorima, from shouting his name into the wind and lifting him up and still being thrown only a couple of backwards glances. Mayuzumi simply accepts that he will be left again and again, no matter how much Takao tries to convince him that he deserves more—he shrugs and agrees with Akashi when he says he’s outlived his usefulness and returns to his books and his thoughts.

They can be alone together, though, and then it’s easier to forget. It’s hard to be quite as bitter when you’re experiencing quite this much pleasure, when the all-seeing meets the unseen, when you have someone to commiserate with. This is something secret and precious, something only they know, something more special than anything unattainable.  

[stephanericherthanyou]

hehe, I know I'm that good. Takao/Mayuzumi: (cuz I'm paranoid): All you have is now

yes yes definitely

All you have is now, the few stolen moments between the aisles in the bookstore, the few minutes of static-filled phone calls between obligations, the time spent between coming and going on a round-trip train ticket. Tomorrow, this could all come crashing down because you never paid much attention when you were building the foundations of this relationship and all of a sudden you were fifteen stories in the air together. The fragile bonds between you are already stretched thin from more space and less time. You’re both agitated, almost always—even though he hides it behind his slate-grey eyes and you mask it with your laughter. Next year is nothing but a big question mark but so is next week, so you’re both going to ignore the swaying platform beneath your feet and enjoy it while it lasts.