02 January 2012 @ 04:13 pm
Bathing in artificial light. [Gintama]  
GINTAMA and all characters/ideas/concepts/places therein are not mine, although the writing certainly is.



Title: Bathing in artificial light.
Characters/Pairing(s): Takasugi x Nizou
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Sometimes, Takasugi can be rather generous.
Warnings? Dubious con, homo love, spoilers if you don't know who these two are.
Notes: The title is taken from Prompt #15 over at the 52 Flavors community.



Bathing in artificial light.


“I could help you with that, you know.”

Takasugi Shinsuke had come to him in the dead of night – Nizou did not know when exactly, only that, somewhere in his delirium, he had heard his leader speak from the foot of his bed. His good cheer had returned, it seemed: he imagined that the man must have been a sum collection of marked contrasts to the way he had come to Nizou earlier that day, when he had stabbed his sword through the mess of the Benizakura’s wires and threatened to end him for his indiscretions.

“It hurts, doesn’t it? You look far worse now than you did earlier.”

The words are a low rumble in Takasugi’s throat, reminiscent, almost, of a cat’s purr. From the shift of weight, Nizou can tell that the man has planted one knee on the mattress, that he’s crawling the rest of the way towards him. He can feel his presence over his legs, over his crotch, over his body – a heartbeat, and the air has changed from the mix of their breaths in the air. Takasugi’s breath is warm; that detail, among others, diverts Nizou from the fact that his leader is moving, wrapping his hand about his neck, and another just above the stump that his right arm’s become.

Interestingly enough, it is not the fact that his leader is almost choking him that catches his attention, but the distracted admiration he feels for the fact that such a small, callused thing had so much strength beneath it. He lets that hand bring him down, unto the sheets. He lets Takasugi move over him and lock them together by melding skin and bodies, hip to hip, crotch to crotch. The mouth now covering his is hot, and tastes of cloves and ash. The fingers on the column of his neck press harder.

Nizou sucks in a breath and reaches up. His fingers run through hair, scrape across bandages. Takasugi laughs into their kiss. The hand on what’s left of his arm leaves; he feels it a moment later, burrowing between their bodies.

“You’ll let me entertain myself with your body, won’t you?” the request is murmured into his ear, right as he feels the hand between them take him by the hilt. Nizou swallows and obeys.
 
 
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