#moonlessslaughter

[fataltactician]

🖐 - to give Hanbei a backrub (moonless-slaughter)

It was a simple gesture, but it was appreciated nevertheless.  Though if he were to be honest, anything Kojuro did seemed more than a simple gesture.  He never says it or show it (or at least he thinks he doesn’t show it.  After all, Kojuro was better at knowing his true feelings and thoughts than he himself did) but any form of physical contact his lover gave him meant the world to him.  If…if he was allowed to be selfish in the short time he was allowed on this earth…then let him be close to this man.

[fataltactician]

💕 (moonless-slaughter)

💕-  to cuddle up together with blankets!

A small giggle escapes him as once that blanket is around him and Kojuro he quickly finds a place to get comfortable.  A content sigh escapes him as he rests his head against Kojuro’s chest, closing his eyes to rest them.  Ah…yes~  This was a perfect way to end the night~

[fataltactician]

“your hands are so cold” (Moonless-slaughter)

“Are they?”  Kojuro had his hands tightly wrapped his own gloved ones, where he gave out a small laugh to try and make light of the situation.  “I guess I’ve been out longer than I realize.  Don’t worry, my darling.  I’ll be in soon, I promise!”

[fataltactician]

To modern Hanbei: "That's not yours." (moonless-slaughter)

“Oh, it isn’t, is it~”

Hanbei laughs as he plays with the flashdrive he held in his hand.  The glare his college roommate was the funniest thing he had seen all day.

“Are you sure?  Because this looks exactly like my flashdrive, dear.”  He studies it carefully.  “Well, only one way to find out~  Lets hook this up to my laptop and see if it is truly yours or mine…”

[fataltactician]

Modern Hanbei: ※ (moonless-slaughter)

Hanbei’s eyes grew wide, losing his words as he felt Katakura shove him against the wall of their office.  His throat became tight, his violet gaze locking onto Katakura’s emotional green gaze.  

Okay…so maybe he might have gone a little overboard with the flirting…  I mean, here they were locked inside their office on Valentine’s Day, after office hours where very few people would be around to see them.  Who knows when they could be let out, and its been awhile since the two of them had spent any time together…

Apparently what he thought would be harmless fun turned out to be the opposite.  He forced himself to smile, letting out a small laugh, trying to play it off like this was nothing.

“Ah, apparently even on Valentine’s Day I can’t have a little fun with someone I care for deeply~”  He let out an over the top sigh the emphasize it as a joke, ignoring the aching feeling in his heart as he smiled. “I apologize for going too far, Katakura dear.  I promise I won’t do anything else, I swear.”

[fataltactician]

For modern Hanbei: ♒ (moonless-slaughter)

Hanbei’s eyes grew wide as collides with the cold waters of the pool.  He quickly rides to the surface, coughing up water as he catches his breath.  His body shivers from the unexpected cold.

All right…perhaps he did deserve that for teasing Katakura a little too much.

Hanbei quickly recovers, a cocky smirk making its way across his lips as his eyes lock onto Katakura’s.

“Playing games are we, dear~?”

He swims up to the edge of the pool, swiftly grabbing a hold of Katakura’s arm before he had time to react, pulling him into the pool.

If he was going down, might as well take his friend with him~

[fataltactician]

“UNF” for modern verse (moonless-slaughter)

Hanbei’s eyes grew wide with shock as Katakura pinned him against the wall.  His blood turned to ice, pressing his back closer to the brick wall.  The look in his eyes…a lustful desire so intense that he didn’t think his colleague was capable of creating.

“Kata-”

Hanbei was cut off as a firm kiss was pressed onto his lips.  It quickly deepened, passion pouring out of Katakura as his tongue delve deeper into him.  It took a moment for Hanbei’s mind to process what was happening, where eventually Katakura broke from the kiss, gasping for breath.  Yet…he continue to hold Hanbei where he was.

“Kojuurou…”  Hanbei’s pale face was bright red, a concerned looking forming in his violet eyes.  “What’s gotten into you?”