S-CRY-ed Fan Fiction ❯ s-CRY-ed Ficlets ❯ Freudian Slip ( Chapter 4 )

A/N: Another one written for 30_tortures. Short and not-so-sweet. Some yaoish hints, but nothing explicit.

 

Disclaimer: I do not own s-CRY-ed or any of its characters...more's the pity...

 

 

 

Although the hour was late, Kazuma had finished the job a full day ahead of schedule. Even though he had been successful, he had taken quite a beating, and in the morning, he planned to have a long talk with Kimishima about his pay--considering what it had taken to get the job done, he didn't think double the original price was an unreasonable amount to ask. That was a subject for later, however. Right now, all he wanted was a quick shower before he fell into bed and slept until noon, wrapped in his lover's arms.

 

By the time he reached Kimishima's house, he was weary enough to forego the shower in favor of just the sleeping 'til noon part. As he limped up to the front door, rubbing absently at his right shoulder, he decided on a compromise. Letting himself into the darkened house, he made his way to the bathroom, cursing softly under his breath as he stumbled over something or other that his lover had left lying out in the middle of the floor as a booby trap.

 

Finally arriving safely--more or less--in the bathroom, he stripped out of his battle-worn clothing, tarrying just long enough to cleanse most of the dust, sweat, and blood from his body before padding down the hall to his lover's bedroom. Slipping silently through the door, a faint smile curved his lips as his gaze fell on the vaguely Kimishima-shaped lump huddled under the blankets.

 

Crossing the room, he crawled into the bed, a small sigh of contentment escaping him as he setted in wearily beside the other man. Spooning in close behind his sleeping lover, Kazuma wrapped his arms around Kimishima's waist, savoring the comforting warmth pressed snugly against his chest.. Nuzzling the back of the other man's neck, he scattered a few warm kisses over the back of Kimishima's shoulders as his hands crept lower.

 

Murmuring softly in his sleep, Kimishima rolled over to face Kazuma, his legs tangling with the Alter's as one hand drifted up to cup the side of the other man's face. "Nnn... Ayase-san..."