Fanwork 18
Feb. 10th, 2014 06:27 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sharknastyTitle: 100 Years Too Early
Rating: T
Warning: Underage, Age difference
Summary: Trip and Virus want to tap that ass, but they're a little too young and way too fucking annoying for Mizuki. Not that it'll matter in the long run.
Mizuki doesn't spare a thought for the teenagers lying around in living room anymore. He hasn't since Aoba started leaving them with him to do damage control on his multiple boyfriends. Polyamoury is not something that guy's chosen partners are suited to at all, and it shows in how used to it Mizuki is by how he hardly cares whether or not Trip and Virus are damaging the hell out of his living room. They're hellions for sure, no matter what Aoba claims, but at this point they know enough at least not to break anything.
He swallows the last of his drink and pats himself down until he finds a pack of cigarettes, then turns on the stove-top so he can light it on the hot coil before turning it off. The first pull is wonderful after so long without, and he almost sighs a little when he leans forward to blow a plume of smoke the kitchen window.
"Didn't you tell Aoba you quit?"
And there goes any good feeling he may or may not have had from that first pull, but he's hardly going to stop just because Trip's called him out on it.
"Shouldn't you be eating dinner?"
Trip nudges up behind him, uncaring in how he tenses, and presses his face into the space between Mizuki's shoulder-blades. Mizuki refuses to react, partially because he knows Trip likes when he does, and partially because this really isn't anything new as far as Trip's behavior goes. He takes another pull of his cigarette and leans towards the window again. The motion presses his ass snug against Trip, who wraps his arms around the taller man and chuckles into his back.
"That's bold for you," he purrs. His hands slink down Mizuki's abdomen and down to his thighs. He slides them around and pushes Mizuki's thighs apart.
"You little shit..."
Trip laughs and pushes up onto his toes, licking at the back of Mizuki's neck. His moment of triumph is cut short when Mizuki rams his elbow back into his stomach and stomps on his foot, using the momentary distraction to grab Trip's hands and push them back toward the teen. He turns around so that he can look at the kid properly and crosses his arms, fixing him with a glare.
"You're sixteen, brat. Go back to the living room and eat a bit more. Maybe when you grow a few inches and age a few years, you won't be too early for me," Mizuki says. His casual tone hides how much Trip (and Virus too, even though he's not here) scare the hell out of him sometimes. They're too mature for their age, and while their interest isn't surprising, because even he had the hots for his babysitter back when he actually had one.
To his surprise, Trip doesn't press the issue, just pulls himself up from his hunched-over position and skulks out of the kitchen, but not without throwing him a salacious look over his shoulder. Mizuki waits until he's out of sight to sigh in relief. He turns around and looks around for where he dropped his cigarette, huffs when he finds it in the sink and already put out in an inconvenient glob of water.
Trip sits himself next to Virus and leans back in his chair, smiling to himself. It's rare that he actually bothers with that sort of facial expression, and though Virus has seen is countless times before, it makes the side of his mouth quirk up in response. That Trip has done something interesting enough to prompt him to show his teeth means that it must have been something interesting indeed. Virus' smile gets a bit wider when Mizuki steps out of the kitchen, bare feet padding across the wooden floor while he walks to his room.
Virus and Trip don't like Mizuki like most people would, but they do find him interesting. Aoba buys their acts hook, line and sinker, but Mizuki knows better than Aoba, possibly because he's less idealistic or that he just has so much experience with people, but maybe it's just because he's just that kind of interesting. He's never treated them like they were anything more than two extremely annoying brats with the potential to seriously ruin someone's day. Usually his. No matter how sweetly they acted and how they tried to ply him with typical kiddish acts when they were younger, he always seemed to know how empty they were. As they grew older, he grew less willing to put up with them, and they grew a little more interested in him in ways that involved less screaming and hair-pulling. Well, not less. Just a different sort.
Mizuki stretches his arms upward and twists until he hears a satisfying crack from his back. Virus knows that Mizuki can feel them watching him, watching the way the leather of his pants hugs his ass and the strip of skin just above the below the hemline of his shirt that shows whenever he lifts his arms. It's why he throws them a glare over his shoulders before leaning on the door to his room and folding his arms.
"Out. I'm going to bed and I don't trust you two in here."
Virus directs his smile at the taller man, lacing his tone with false sweetness. "Can't we come with you?"
Mizuki gives him both a look of irritation before turning around and stepping into his room. Virus and Trip look at each other when they both hear a lock click. Mizuki should know that a lock isn't actually going to keep them out of his bed for very long.
Rating: T
Warning: Underage, Age difference
Summary: Trip and Virus want to tap that ass, but they're a little too young and way too fucking annoying for Mizuki. Not that it'll matter in the long run.
Mizuki doesn't spare a thought for the teenagers lying around in living room anymore. He hasn't since Aoba started leaving them with him to do damage control on his multiple boyfriends. Polyamoury is not something that guy's chosen partners are suited to at all, and it shows in how used to it Mizuki is by how he hardly cares whether or not Trip and Virus are damaging the hell out of his living room. They're hellions for sure, no matter what Aoba claims, but at this point they know enough at least not to break anything.
He swallows the last of his drink and pats himself down until he finds a pack of cigarettes, then turns on the stove-top so he can light it on the hot coil before turning it off. The first pull is wonderful after so long without, and he almost sighs a little when he leans forward to blow a plume of smoke the kitchen window.
"Didn't you tell Aoba you quit?"
And there goes any good feeling he may or may not have had from that first pull, but he's hardly going to stop just because Trip's called him out on it.
"Shouldn't you be eating dinner?"
Trip nudges up behind him, uncaring in how he tenses, and presses his face into the space between Mizuki's shoulder-blades. Mizuki refuses to react, partially because he knows Trip likes when he does, and partially because this really isn't anything new as far as Trip's behavior goes. He takes another pull of his cigarette and leans towards the window again. The motion presses his ass snug against Trip, who wraps his arms around the taller man and chuckles into his back.
"That's bold for you," he purrs. His hands slink down Mizuki's abdomen and down to his thighs. He slides them around and pushes Mizuki's thighs apart.
"You little shit..."
Trip laughs and pushes up onto his toes, licking at the back of Mizuki's neck. His moment of triumph is cut short when Mizuki rams his elbow back into his stomach and stomps on his foot, using the momentary distraction to grab Trip's hands and push them back toward the teen. He turns around so that he can look at the kid properly and crosses his arms, fixing him with a glare.
"You're sixteen, brat. Go back to the living room and eat a bit more. Maybe when you grow a few inches and age a few years, you won't be too early for me," Mizuki says. His casual tone hides how much Trip (and Virus too, even though he's not here) scare the hell out of him sometimes. They're too mature for their age, and while their interest isn't surprising, because even he had the hots for his babysitter back when he actually had one.
To his surprise, Trip doesn't press the issue, just pulls himself up from his hunched-over position and skulks out of the kitchen, but not without throwing him a salacious look over his shoulder. Mizuki waits until he's out of sight to sigh in relief. He turns around and looks around for where he dropped his cigarette, huffs when he finds it in the sink and already put out in an inconvenient glob of water.
Trip sits himself next to Virus and leans back in his chair, smiling to himself. It's rare that he actually bothers with that sort of facial expression, and though Virus has seen is countless times before, it makes the side of his mouth quirk up in response. That Trip has done something interesting enough to prompt him to show his teeth means that it must have been something interesting indeed. Virus' smile gets a bit wider when Mizuki steps out of the kitchen, bare feet padding across the wooden floor while he walks to his room.
Virus and Trip don't like Mizuki like most people would, but they do find him interesting. Aoba buys their acts hook, line and sinker, but Mizuki knows better than Aoba, possibly because he's less idealistic or that he just has so much experience with people, but maybe it's just because he's just that kind of interesting. He's never treated them like they were anything more than two extremely annoying brats with the potential to seriously ruin someone's day. Usually his. No matter how sweetly they acted and how they tried to ply him with typical kiddish acts when they were younger, he always seemed to know how empty they were. As they grew older, he grew less willing to put up with them, and they grew a little more interested in him in ways that involved less screaming and hair-pulling. Well, not less. Just a different sort.
Mizuki stretches his arms upward and twists until he hears a satisfying crack from his back. Virus knows that Mizuki can feel them watching him, watching the way the leather of his pants hugs his ass and the strip of skin just above the below the hemline of his shirt that shows whenever he lifts his arms. It's why he throws them a glare over his shoulders before leaning on the door to his room and folding his arms.
"Out. I'm going to bed and I don't trust you two in here."
Virus directs his smile at the taller man, lacing his tone with false sweetness. "Can't we come with you?"
Mizuki gives him both a look of irritation before turning around and stepping into his room. Virus and Trip look at each other when they both hear a lock click. Mizuki should know that a lock isn't actually going to keep them out of his bed for very long.