❤ #01 - Fuzzy-Wuzzy and Dangerous
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roro66Title: Fuzzy-Wuzzy and Dangerous
Fandom: Servamp
Prompt: Tickle (Card #1)
Medium: Fic
Size: 1293
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary/Preview: A freak storm leaves Sakuya stranded at Mahiru's place for the night, and when an argument breaks out over who's sleeping on the bed, things take a serious turn for the fluffy.
Notes: Set after the anime.
"This is so weird," mutters Mahiru as he draws the curtain aside to gaze out of the window. Snow blows outside in billowy ribbons and occasionally lands against the glass. "The weather report said we were only supposed to get three inches, not this..."
Sakuya claps a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's not like I wanted to go back to that dump of a hotel anyway."
Mahiru frowns and glances at the hand on his shoulder. "I guess you're spending the night then?"
"C-Can I?" asks Sakuya, hand trembling a little as he takes it from Mahiru's person. There's something warm shining his his narrow eyes, uncertain and cautious as it may be. "It's not too troublesome for you?"
"'Course not!" chirps Mahiru, grinning to reassure him. "Oh, and don't mind Kuro; he likes to wake up in the middle of the night and marathon video games sometimes, so you can sleep in my room with me."
The cat in question lies curled up in the far corner of the room by a space heater, sleeping soundly. Sakuya regards Kuro warily, still all too aware that he's actually a Servamp bent on his Master's downfall. Tsubaki's last request rings in his head, though, and he recalls that this fight is no longer his own; Tsubaki gave him instructions to live freely and the only symbol of true freedom for Watanuki Sakuya is a bright-eyed human named Shirota Mahiru.
"I'd like to get an early start tomorrow, so do you care if we hit the sack now?" Mahiru thumbs over his shoulder, pointing towards the bedroom. "You can stay up if you want, but Kuro might hog the TV later."
Sakuya's heart thumps in his chest. "No, it's cool! We can go to bed now."
We?
A few shaky steps later, the boys enter Mahiru's modest, sparsely-decorated room. Sakuya often forgets that it looks more fit for a middle-aged man than a teen Mahiru's age. Even Mahiru pauses a moment to look around as if he's in foreign territory, and the look he gives Sakuya tells him plenty. His nervous smile parts a little to reveal his teeth and he gestures to the bed.
"You can have the bed," he offers. "I-I'll sleep on the floor."
"What? That's stupid," counters Sakuya straightaway, planting his fists on his hips. "This is your place; I'll sleep on the floor."
Mahiru waves his hands around. "You're the guest, though!"
"And you're too damn selfless!" barks Sakuya back at him, shrinking away when he realizes how loud he just was. A perturbed 'mrrow' from the living room verifies his ridiculous volume and tone of voice. "Look, I'll sleep on the floor. I don't mind, really."
Awkward silence passes between them as they turn their backs to one another and undress. Mahiru just exchanges his jeans for a pair of pajama pants while Sakuya shimmies out of his oversized sweater to reveal a t-shirt underneath. An odd sound escapes Sakuya as he pulls the sweater overhead, something shrill and sudden, and it's so strange that Mahiru does a double-take.
"What the heck was that?"
Glancing back at him with a face red enough to pass for a stop sign, Sakuya shrugs, "A giggle. Big deal."
Mahiru narrows his eyes. "You're ticklish?"
"Pfft. No," stammers Sakuya, tossing his sweater onto a chair. "What? Quit lookin' at me like that..."
"I've never heard him laugh before, now that I think about it," Mahiru mentally notes as he pads over to the closet to fetch an extra tatami mat for his house guest. The urge to hear that bizarre sound again strikes him full-force when he turns to see Sakuya folding his sweater up and placing it neatly on the chair. "He's always too considerate when he comes over...I wish he'd loosen up..."
That's when it hits him.
It's a simple enough solution to both problems, and Mahiru is quite proud of himself for thinking it up. As he approaches the bed, however, his courage threatens to abandon him at any given moment when Sakuya casts a questioning look his way.
"Here, I'll help." He takes the tatami mat from Mahiru and spreads it out on the floor. "Do you have any extra blankets or -- Whoa!" He whirls around and almost runs Mahiru into the carpet because he's standing so close to him. "W-What's with you tonight?"
Determined, Mahiru pokes his friend in the side for a yelp that closely resembles the giggle he heard a few minutes prior. "A-ha! You are ticklish!" he declares and closes in on Sakuya with a cute, impish grin. "I knew it!"
Sakuya backs away from the boy and tries to dodge his next jab, but fails spectacularly at it. He falls over backwards onto the bed laughing and heaving for air while Mahiru makes merciless jabs into his sides. He begs and pleads but to no avail. Mahiru just smiles and laughs along with him, scrambling after him when he tries to make a break for the door.
"F-Fine! If that's how you wanna play!" Sakuya pushes Mahiru onto his back and digs into his friend's sides, grinning like an idiot. "How do you like it? Huh?"
"D-Don't...Ha-ha! Underestimate me!" Mahiru warns playfully and jabs right back at his friend, laughing in between attacks and feeble attempts at evasion. "Wahh! You don't have to be so...ruthless, though! A-ha-ha!"
"You started it!" hollers Sakuya, chuckling and slacking off a bit. "Ohh man...Whew."
Both boys back off after a moment, breathing heavily, and grin when their eyes meet.
"Would it be okay if..." gasps Mahiru, still smiling. "Uh, if we..." His line of sight flicks between the pillow and his best friend. "That is, I was wondering, since you're my friend and all..."
"If it'll settle that jumpy conscience of yours, then yeah..." agrees Sakuya, breathless and flushed. "I-I'm willing to compromise."
Giddy beyond words, Mahiru flops onto the mattress and rolls over to fish a blanket out of the floor. He pulls it up and turns with a little gasp, coming face-to-face with Sakuya beside him on the mattress.
"C-Comfy already?"
Sakuya musters a smile in spite of his sudden shyness. "You said I could."
"Right, right!" Mahiru corrects himself and pulls the blanket over them. They lay there for a few minutes, not uttering a word to the other, just staring at each other. "After all that's happened, it's hard to believe this is reality..." Mahiru breaks the silence finally, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I mean, I'm glad! I really am!"
"But?" Sakuya asks, frowning.
"I guess it'll take some getting used to, peacefulness that is." Mahiru scoots a little closer and Sakuya lifts an arm to catch him in a clumsy embrace, surprising him again.
"You kept your promise, Mahiru."
Sakuya's friend lies very still and reaffirms that this isn't a dream, that he's really here with Sakuya, and that everything is okay. There aren't any warring factions, no more lies and suspicion; it's just two best friends enjoying good company, relaxing around each other.
"You were the one who saved me, Sakuya," Mahiru says at length with a smile that rival the sun's brilliance. It warms Sakuya from the inside-out. "I knew I could depend on you. I always have."
Sakuya opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
"You were that person I needed most, not me. I always thought I would be that person, but..." Mahiru sighs and clasps one of Sakuya's hands in his. "I'm glad it was you."
"W-What can I say?" Sakuya finds his voice again with a croak, smiling sheepishly as he squeezes Mahiru's hand in return. "You have a talent for bringing out the best in the worst of people..."
Fandom: Servamp
Prompt: Tickle (Card #1)
Medium: Fic
Size: 1293
Rating: G
Warnings: None.
Summary/Preview: A freak storm leaves Sakuya stranded at Mahiru's place for the night, and when an argument breaks out over who's sleeping on the bed, things take a serious turn for the fluffy.
Notes: Set after the anime.
"This is so weird," mutters Mahiru as he draws the curtain aside to gaze out of the window. Snow blows outside in billowy ribbons and occasionally lands against the glass. "The weather report said we were only supposed to get three inches, not this..."
Sakuya claps a hand on his friend's shoulder. "It's not like I wanted to go back to that dump of a hotel anyway."
Mahiru frowns and glances at the hand on his shoulder. "I guess you're spending the night then?"
"C-Can I?" asks Sakuya, hand trembling a little as he takes it from Mahiru's person. There's something warm shining his his narrow eyes, uncertain and cautious as it may be. "It's not too troublesome for you?"
"'Course not!" chirps Mahiru, grinning to reassure him. "Oh, and don't mind Kuro; he likes to wake up in the middle of the night and marathon video games sometimes, so you can sleep in my room with me."
The cat in question lies curled up in the far corner of the room by a space heater, sleeping soundly. Sakuya regards Kuro warily, still all too aware that he's actually a Servamp bent on his Master's downfall. Tsubaki's last request rings in his head, though, and he recalls that this fight is no longer his own; Tsubaki gave him instructions to live freely and the only symbol of true freedom for Watanuki Sakuya is a bright-eyed human named Shirota Mahiru.
"I'd like to get an early start tomorrow, so do you care if we hit the sack now?" Mahiru thumbs over his shoulder, pointing towards the bedroom. "You can stay up if you want, but Kuro might hog the TV later."
Sakuya's heart thumps in his chest. "No, it's cool! We can go to bed now."
We?
A few shaky steps later, the boys enter Mahiru's modest, sparsely-decorated room. Sakuya often forgets that it looks more fit for a middle-aged man than a teen Mahiru's age. Even Mahiru pauses a moment to look around as if he's in foreign territory, and the look he gives Sakuya tells him plenty. His nervous smile parts a little to reveal his teeth and he gestures to the bed.
"You can have the bed," he offers. "I-I'll sleep on the floor."
"What? That's stupid," counters Sakuya straightaway, planting his fists on his hips. "This is your place; I'll sleep on the floor."
Mahiru waves his hands around. "You're the guest, though!"
"And you're too damn selfless!" barks Sakuya back at him, shrinking away when he realizes how loud he just was. A perturbed 'mrrow' from the living room verifies his ridiculous volume and tone of voice. "Look, I'll sleep on the floor. I don't mind, really."
Awkward silence passes between them as they turn their backs to one another and undress. Mahiru just exchanges his jeans for a pair of pajama pants while Sakuya shimmies out of his oversized sweater to reveal a t-shirt underneath. An odd sound escapes Sakuya as he pulls the sweater overhead, something shrill and sudden, and it's so strange that Mahiru does a double-take.
"What the heck was that?"
Glancing back at him with a face red enough to pass for a stop sign, Sakuya shrugs, "A giggle. Big deal."
Mahiru narrows his eyes. "You're ticklish?"
"Pfft. No," stammers Sakuya, tossing his sweater onto a chair. "What? Quit lookin' at me like that..."
"I've never heard him laugh before, now that I think about it," Mahiru mentally notes as he pads over to the closet to fetch an extra tatami mat for his house guest. The urge to hear that bizarre sound again strikes him full-force when he turns to see Sakuya folding his sweater up and placing it neatly on the chair. "He's always too considerate when he comes over...I wish he'd loosen up..."
That's when it hits him.
It's a simple enough solution to both problems, and Mahiru is quite proud of himself for thinking it up. As he approaches the bed, however, his courage threatens to abandon him at any given moment when Sakuya casts a questioning look his way.
"Here, I'll help." He takes the tatami mat from Mahiru and spreads it out on the floor. "Do you have any extra blankets or -- Whoa!" He whirls around and almost runs Mahiru into the carpet because he's standing so close to him. "W-What's with you tonight?"
Determined, Mahiru pokes his friend in the side for a yelp that closely resembles the giggle he heard a few minutes prior. "A-ha! You are ticklish!" he declares and closes in on Sakuya with a cute, impish grin. "I knew it!"
Sakuya backs away from the boy and tries to dodge his next jab, but fails spectacularly at it. He falls over backwards onto the bed laughing and heaving for air while Mahiru makes merciless jabs into his sides. He begs and pleads but to no avail. Mahiru just smiles and laughs along with him, scrambling after him when he tries to make a break for the door.
"F-Fine! If that's how you wanna play!" Sakuya pushes Mahiru onto his back and digs into his friend's sides, grinning like an idiot. "How do you like it? Huh?"
"D-Don't...Ha-ha! Underestimate me!" Mahiru warns playfully and jabs right back at his friend, laughing in between attacks and feeble attempts at evasion. "Wahh! You don't have to be so...ruthless, though! A-ha-ha!"
"You started it!" hollers Sakuya, chuckling and slacking off a bit. "Ohh man...Whew."
Both boys back off after a moment, breathing heavily, and grin when their eyes meet.
"Would it be okay if..." gasps Mahiru, still smiling. "Uh, if we..." His line of sight flicks between the pillow and his best friend. "That is, I was wondering, since you're my friend and all..."
"If it'll settle that jumpy conscience of yours, then yeah..." agrees Sakuya, breathless and flushed. "I-I'm willing to compromise."
Giddy beyond words, Mahiru flops onto the mattress and rolls over to fish a blanket out of the floor. He pulls it up and turns with a little gasp, coming face-to-face with Sakuya beside him on the mattress.
"C-Comfy already?"
Sakuya musters a smile in spite of his sudden shyness. "You said I could."
"Right, right!" Mahiru corrects himself and pulls the blanket over them. They lay there for a few minutes, not uttering a word to the other, just staring at each other. "After all that's happened, it's hard to believe this is reality..." Mahiru breaks the silence finally, swallowing a lump in his throat. "I mean, I'm glad! I really am!"
"But?" Sakuya asks, frowning.
"I guess it'll take some getting used to, peacefulness that is." Mahiru scoots a little closer and Sakuya lifts an arm to catch him in a clumsy embrace, surprising him again.
"You kept your promise, Mahiru."
Sakuya's friend lies very still and reaffirms that this isn't a dream, that he's really here with Sakuya, and that everything is okay. There aren't any warring factions, no more lies and suspicion; it's just two best friends enjoying good company, relaxing around each other.
"You were the one who saved me, Sakuya," Mahiru says at length with a smile that rival the sun's brilliance. It warms Sakuya from the inside-out. "I knew I could depend on you. I always have."
Sakuya opens his mouth but nothing comes out.
"You were that person I needed most, not me. I always thought I would be that person, but..." Mahiru sighs and clasps one of Sakuya's hands in his. "I'm glad it was you."
"W-What can I say?" Sakuya finds his voice again with a croak, smiling sheepishly as he squeezes Mahiru's hand in return. "You have a talent for bringing out the best in the worst of people..."
