[ It's fine. He's clean enough just by the water rinsing him off. He doesn't need to hear Tatsuma teasing him— especially after putting his emotions in such a bizarre state. He honestly felt like, for a moment, he wouldn't mind feeling whatever he was feeling forever.
Why? It is pitiful.
Katsura bundles himself up in a towel, pulling it over his head and scritching at his hair with it before he just drops it and wanders back to the bedroom part of the inn, preparing himself to sleep. Zura has put himself in a sleeping yukata, tying his hair off over one of his shoulders as he often did when he was resting. As he settles down on his side, he pulls a spare pillow over his head.
He has a feeling it might get noisy in the bathroom. ]
[He hollers loudly from the bathroom, though there's still a smile on his face.
Most people would feel irritated by such an extreme show of selfishness from a partner, but Sakamoto understands. Zura has felt miserably unloved for so long, he's clung desperately to people who have betrayed or left him, and so he latches onto anyone who breathes a warm welcome.
Unlike Zura, Sakamoto walks into the bedroom totally naked. There's no need to bother with clothes, as he forgot to bring a spare pair of pajamas and there's no real point in wearing underwear if the hotel staff washes the sheets properly, right? Yikes.
Either way, the long-haired samurai (if he's peeking) will get a a full frontal view before Sakamoto settles into bed.]
[ Zura mutters, coiling up tighter with his back facing Sakamoto. They did it. He never imagined they would do something like this together— and Katsura is oddly surprised he doesn't feel any regret for what transpired. They did something like this by choice and not by under some kind of influence.
Could it be? Was Sakamoto interested in him in a romantic sort of way? All these years of chasing in circles when Sakamoto was the person he really was destined for? Katsura's mind was filling up with all sorts of kind of thoughts that made him uneasy. He didn't regret it; it felt good for a change, but maybe he was fretting for the future.. did this change anything between them? Should they discuss it?
Probably. Are they? Probably not.
Anyway, he did peep and appreciated the glimpse he took greedily before squeezing his eyes shut. ]
[Sakamoto finds himself staring at Zura's back, eyeing the fussy man's motions all too carefully. When Zura rolls to his side, the other side, Sakamoto feels a pang of something in his gut.
Sex is something he's had over and over, perhaps one too many times, but this is what he was really looking forward to. Lying in bed with his friend and basking in the afterglow seemed so fun in his head, and he almost regrets joking all that much in the shower. Sakamoto has actually never had this chance- A tender moment to share love for a whole night. He's often on a very tight schedule and has to run to the Kaientai as soon as he gets his fix for the night, and if he's ever ended up in someone's bed it's the result of drunken collapse.
Hell, he'd even brushed his teeth extra carefully because he wanted to go in for another kiss. Was that desperate?
Sakamoto rolls over and thrusts his arms around Zura's abdomen, clinging to the other like a small child.]
[ Zura is one who has a long fuse when it comes to his patience and losing his temper, and his behavior right now was hardly that. It was mere pettiness he was acting on— something that could easily be reckoned with if you talk to him right.
Feeling Sakamoto's arms hold his middle and feeling Sakamoto close was a good way to put him back in a better mood, despite the joking beforehand. Katsura never joked and took everything seriously, so everybody should know by now his petty behavior is fleeting. He can't stay mad at basically everything forever because he takes basically everything serious... how miserable would that be?
With Tatsuma, it was hard for him to deny him anyway. Zura never knew why.
He rolls over slightly on his back so he can look up at Sakamoto. ]
[ How troublesome. Katsura figures it's the least he could do right now and maybe he feels a twinge of guilt for being so selfish this evening (unlikely, but possible) and he supposes he owes Tatsuma one, so... Katsura shifts from under the blankets onto his back, engulfing Sakamoto in his arms by wrapping them around him, allowing the taller man to rest under his chin.
This.. was also something Zura really enjoyed too and never got enough of. He supposes he can be especially sweet to him right now, even if he felt exhausted. ]
You're troublesome. [ Zura, you have no right to even speak you are practically the most high maintenance out of all four of them. Tatsuma is, though, his precious friend, but a handful. Since when has anybody ever asked to be held by him? Katsura can only think of an instance with Elizabeth, and it wasn't anything as intimate as this. Hardly.
A warm kiss is pressed against his forehead, his hands stroking up and down Sakamoto's bare arms comfortingly; this is something Zura is good at. His voice is very quiet, too, just right above a whisper: ]
Sakamoto— [ He also says something embarrassing: ] I enjoy your hands.
[ What a dirty confession, but this is his way of saying you did well, if you were curious from before. ]
[It's here and now that he's reminded of something painful, a memory that stings like the cold wind of winter.
Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]
[ Katsura regards Sakamoto fondly— it really isn't everyday you see his cheeks tint in the warm lantern light and it causes another faint smile to etch on his lips. He looked.. content. Even with the pain they both were trying to get through, Sakamoto finally looked content. Katsura could tell that even those starry eyes and wide smile there was still sorrow that lingered in his heart even if he fooled others. Nothing can force their healing, but maybe finding each other will help them anyway.
Zura squeezes his hand back, honestly ready to fall asleep after being so animated but.. he was enjoying this time with Sakamoto. It was sincere and intimate, something he had been starved of for years. He only hopes nothing ever happens to Sakamoto to cause him to disappear— it was getting annoying in his life. It was pitiful, though. By now, Katsura almost expected it.
A content sigh passes through his lips, eyes falling shut as a quiet melody vibrates behind his chest. He is humming. Something anybody who knows him well indicates his happiness. ]
[Sakamoto, on the other hand, is already drifting off to sleep.
He doesn't show it nor does he complain when he should, but the day at work today was long and hard. His smile is constantly worn thin, a shield amidst a world that is surprisingly sinister. In this business, one can put a price on anything, anything at all!
Blood, too.]
I'm lucky.
[A laugh.]
It's totally crazy, aa? That a bastard like me would even get the chance~!
[Sakamoto whistles softly.]
To meet so many amazin' people. Hell, some of the best goddamn folks in this universe!
[He will value this time they spent together, even if they never do it again.]
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Katsura turns and walks out of the shower. ]
I'm going to bed.
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What? I warned ya.
[arrogant bastard]
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[ It's fine. He's clean enough just by the water rinsing him off. He doesn't need to hear Tatsuma teasing him— especially after putting his emotions in such a bizarre state. He honestly felt like, for a moment, he wouldn't mind feeling whatever he was feeling forever.
Why?
It is pitiful.
Katsura bundles himself up in a towel, pulling it over his head and scritching at his hair with it before he just drops it and wanders back to the bedroom part of the inn, preparing himself to sleep.
Zura has put himself in a sleeping yukata, tying his hair off over one of his shoulders as he often did when he was resting.
As he settles down on his side, he pulls a spare pillow over his head.
He has a feeling it might get noisy in the bathroom. ]
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[He hollers loudly from the bathroom, though there's still a smile on his face.
Most people would feel irritated by such an extreme show of selfishness from a partner, but Sakamoto understands. Zura has felt miserably unloved for so long, he's clung desperately to people who have betrayed or left him, and so he latches onto anyone who breathes a warm welcome.
Unlike Zura, Sakamoto walks into the bedroom totally naked. There's no need to bother with clothes, as he forgot to bring a spare pair of pajamas and there's no real point in wearing underwear if the hotel staff washes the sheets properly, right? Yikes.
Either way, the long-haired samurai (if he's peeking) will get a a full frontal view before Sakamoto settles into bed.]
Ehhhh? Whaddya call me? A bastard? Well then!
[He lets out a puff of air.]
You're selfish.
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[ Zura mutters, coiling up tighter with his back facing Sakamoto.
They did it. He never imagined they would do something like this together— and Katsura is oddly surprised he doesn't feel any regret for what transpired. They did something like this by choice and not by under some kind of influence.
Could it be? Was Sakamoto interested in him in a romantic sort of way? All these years of chasing in circles when Sakamoto was the person he really was destined for? Katsura's mind was filling up with all sorts of kind of thoughts that made him uneasy. He didn't regret it; it felt good for a change, but maybe he was fretting for the future.. did this change anything between them? Should they discuss it?
Probably.
Are they?
Probably not.
Anyway, he did peep and appreciated the glimpse he took greedily before squeezing his eyes shut. ]
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Sex is something he's had over and over, perhaps one too many times, but this is what he was really looking forward to. Lying in bed with his friend and basking in the afterglow seemed so fun in his head, and he almost regrets joking all that much in the shower. Sakamoto has actually never had this chance- A tender moment to share love for a whole night. He's often on a very tight schedule and has to run to the Kaientai as soon as he gets his fix for the night, and if he's ever ended up in someone's bed it's the result of drunken collapse.
Hell, he'd even brushed his teeth extra carefully because he wanted to go in for another kiss. Was that desperate?
Sakamoto rolls over and thrusts his arms around Zura's abdomen, clinging to the other like a small child.]
Hey. I got somethin' I wanna ask ya.
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Feeling Sakamoto's arms hold his middle and feeling Sakamoto close was a good way to put him back in a better mood, despite the joking beforehand. Katsura never joked and took everything seriously, so everybody should know by now his petty behavior is fleeting. He can't stay mad at basically everything forever because he takes basically everything serious... how miserable would that be?
With Tatsuma, it was hard for him to deny him anyway. Zura never knew why.
He rolls over slightly on his back so he can look up at Sakamoto. ]
What do you want?
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...Hold me?
[How quiet his voice sounds.
It's almost as if this idiot is finally afraid of something.]
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Katsura shifts from under the blankets onto his back, engulfing Sakamoto in his arms by wrapping them around him, allowing the taller man to rest under his chin.
This.. was also something Zura really enjoyed too and never got enough of.
He supposes he can be especially sweet to him right now, even if he felt exhausted. ]
You're troublesome.
[ Zura, you have no right to even speak you are practically the most high maintenance out of all four of them. Tatsuma is, though, his precious friend, but a handful. Since when has anybody ever asked to be held by him? Katsura can only think of an instance with Elizabeth, and it wasn't anything as intimate as this. Hardly.
A warm kiss is pressed against his forehead, his hands stroking up and down Sakamoto's bare arms comfortingly; this is something Zura is good at. His voice is very quiet, too, just right above a whisper: ]
Sakamoto—
[ He also says something embarrassing: ]
I enjoy your hands.
[ What a dirty confession, but this is his way of saying you did well, if you were curious from before. ]
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Was his first time in the midst of winter? He doesn't remember.
Sakamoto murmurs something unintelligible, shifting even closer, breathing heavily as he basks in Zura's warmth and gentle touch. The hands on his bicep make his spine tingle, and he feels fulfilled in a way he has never experienced quite before.
That night so long ago was a miserable one, a night of drunken stupor and bad decisions. He had not been prepared for the woman's looks of disdain, and he hadn't been entirely sure of what to do with his body. There was no love in it, he knew that would be the case even before he paid her salary, but that made it all feel disgusting. With age he would grow numb to it.]
I-
[He's about to say something quippy, something about how a troublemaker is always troublesome, but he's silenced by Zura's sincerity. It is a rare moment to see Sakamoto's cheeks redden with bashfulness, but he breathes a happy sigh as he hears the praise he didn't know he wanted so very much.]
I like yours too.
[He brushes over one of Zura's hands with his own, squeezing it tightly.]
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[ Katsura regards Sakamoto fondly— it really isn't everyday you see his cheeks tint in the warm lantern light and it causes another faint smile to etch on his lips. He looked.. content. Even with the pain they both were trying to get through, Sakamoto finally looked content. Katsura could tell that even those starry eyes and wide smile there was still sorrow that lingered in his heart even if he fooled others. Nothing can force their healing, but maybe finding each other will help them anyway.
Zura squeezes his hand back, honestly ready to fall asleep after being so animated but.. he was enjoying this time with Sakamoto. It was sincere and intimate, something he had been starved of for years. He only hopes nothing ever happens to Sakamoto to cause him to disappear— it was getting annoying in his life.
It was pitiful, though. By now, Katsura almost expected it.
A content sigh passes through his lips, eyes falling shut as a quiet melody vibrates behind his chest.
He is humming. Something anybody who knows him well indicates his happiness. ]
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He doesn't show it nor does he complain when he should, but the day at work today was long and hard. His smile is constantly worn thin, a shield amidst a world that is surprisingly sinister. In this business, one can put a price on anything, anything at all!
Blood, too.]
I'm lucky.
[A laugh.]
It's totally crazy, aa? That a bastard like me would even get the chance~!
[Sakamoto whistles softly.]
To meet so many amazin' people. Hell, some of the best goddamn folks in this universe!
[He will value this time they spent together, even if they never do it again.]
'Night, Zura.