you go on ahead again
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seleniasTitle: you go on ahead again
Prompt: 29. I pledge my neck to every knife.
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters/pairing: Natori/Matoba
Rating: T (implied nsfw)
Word Count: 532
A/N: For context: AU? Natori unofficially joins Matoba's clan. They celebrate.
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“You’re mine now,” Seiji says. His fingers follow the belt at Natori’s waist to the sliver of skin at his back, palm pressed flat against the base of his spine, a simple incantation. Natori feels the pull of something -- a contract, some part of him distantly recognizes -- he gathers Seiji’s wrists in his hand and pulls them away like he’s been burned.
Natori imagines he’s made a grand fool of himself. Seiji’s wide eyes must recognize something foreign, too.
I can't believe this.
“Explain.” Natori drags his thumb down the side of Seiji’s throat, over his collarbone and the flat line of his sternum. Seiji’s smile is tense and suddenly uncertain -- Natori’s more gleeful about it than he probably should be.
“You agreed,” Seiji says patiently, eyes narrowing, like it’s obvious. Natori sinks his fingers in the back of his bare thighs and Seiji loses balance, folding into his lap and settling there. Robes pool out behind him like a shaggy blanket. “You’re one of my families, now. You agreed to be here. Today’s ceremony cemented that.”
“I’m a tool for you now,” he emphasizes. “You used me.” His mouth twists at the corners -- he’s not mad. He expected this. “You should have just told me--”
Seiji smiles without malice. “Could be synonymous. I can call on you now, certainly. Doesn’t mean I will.” He inclines his head and his hair spreads over both their shoulders like a cape. “I wouldn’t endanger you before myself,” he says more carefully. “This was my solution.”
”--it’s lucky I have the Matoba head at my beck and call to take responsibility then.” A kiss lights on his words and he breathes in, stealing the air right out of Seiji’s lying mouth. His lips are chapped and taste like the ceremonial sake from dinner, the promise made under his nose -- like he thought he would say no. Like he hadn’t said yes years ago, when he extended his hand to his, and everything that he was.
Would you like to come away with me?
Just for a while. Leave later if you want.
“Personally -- and this is just me, I think -- it’s the other way around.”
“Oh?” Natori draws his hands under the low bulge of his underwear and Seiji stiffens, dropping his head to Natori’s shoulder, arms rising to hang around his neck like a loose shirt collar. “Are you laying claim? I didn’t think -- ah -- that -- was of any importance to you.” Natori presses his grin under his ear, nose in his hair. Seiji still smells like the shampoo from his apartment.
“It seems if you’ve claimed me, I’m kind of obligated to return the gesture. Wouldn’t be very promising otherwise. But,” and Natori scowls, both hands dropping away to pull Seiji’s flushed face into view instead, “--just you this time, if you wouldn’t mind. I obviously don’t have the capacity for a quarter the nation of Japan under my roof. Generous of you to extend the gesture to my family though.”
Seiji’s laughter is just a huff of hot air. “Do what you will,” he relents. "It's just a formality."
"Reassuring." Natori tips him over backwards with significantly less ceremony and Seiji stops talking.
Prompt: 29. I pledge my neck to every knife.
Fandom: Natsume Yuujinchou
Characters/pairing: Natori/Matoba
Rating: T (implied nsfw)
Word Count: 532
A/N: For context: AU? Natori unofficially joins Matoba's clan. They celebrate.
-
“You’re mine now,” Seiji says. His fingers follow the belt at Natori’s waist to the sliver of skin at his back, palm pressed flat against the base of his spine, a simple incantation. Natori feels the pull of something -- a contract, some part of him distantly recognizes -- he gathers Seiji’s wrists in his hand and pulls them away like he’s been burned.
Natori imagines he’s made a grand fool of himself. Seiji’s wide eyes must recognize something foreign, too.
I can't believe this.
“Explain.” Natori drags his thumb down the side of Seiji’s throat, over his collarbone and the flat line of his sternum. Seiji’s smile is tense and suddenly uncertain -- Natori’s more gleeful about it than he probably should be.
“You agreed,” Seiji says patiently, eyes narrowing, like it’s obvious. Natori sinks his fingers in the back of his bare thighs and Seiji loses balance, folding into his lap and settling there. Robes pool out behind him like a shaggy blanket. “You’re one of my families, now. You agreed to be here. Today’s ceremony cemented that.”
“I’m a tool for you now,” he emphasizes. “You used me.” His mouth twists at the corners -- he’s not mad. He expected this. “You should have just told me--”
Seiji smiles without malice. “Could be synonymous. I can call on you now, certainly. Doesn’t mean I will.” He inclines his head and his hair spreads over both their shoulders like a cape. “I wouldn’t endanger you before myself,” he says more carefully. “This was my solution.”
”--it’s lucky I have the Matoba head at my beck and call to take responsibility then.” A kiss lights on his words and he breathes in, stealing the air right out of Seiji’s lying mouth. His lips are chapped and taste like the ceremonial sake from dinner, the promise made under his nose -- like he thought he would say no. Like he hadn’t said yes years ago, when he extended his hand to his, and everything that he was.
Would you like to come away with me?
Just for a while. Leave later if you want.
“Personally -- and this is just me, I think -- it’s the other way around.”
“Oh?” Natori draws his hands under the low bulge of his underwear and Seiji stiffens, dropping his head to Natori’s shoulder, arms rising to hang around his neck like a loose shirt collar. “Are you laying claim? I didn’t think -- ah -- that -- was of any importance to you.” Natori presses his grin under his ear, nose in his hair. Seiji still smells like the shampoo from his apartment.
“It seems if you’ve claimed me, I’m kind of obligated to return the gesture. Wouldn’t be very promising otherwise. But,” and Natori scowls, both hands dropping away to pull Seiji’s flushed face into view instead, “--just you this time, if you wouldn’t mind. I obviously don’t have the capacity for a quarter the nation of Japan under my roof. Generous of you to extend the gesture to my family though.”
Seiji’s laughter is just a huff of hot air. “Do what you will,” he relents. "It's just a formality."
"Reassuring." Natori tips him over backwards with significantly less ceremony and Seiji stops talking.
