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Title: Dancing in the Rain
Author/pseudonym: NemKess
Fandom: Fujimi Orchestra
Pairing: Kei/Yuuki
Rating: PG13
E-mail address for feedback:: nemsmuses@msn.com
Disclaimers: belong to me? I could only wish. Nope, not mine. No copyright infringement is intended and no money is made. This is purely to silence the voices in my head. ^_^
Notes: written in response to a challenge recently posted on the
unusual_liasons LJ community.
challenge requirements include
* rain
* a fork
* a line from your favorite song (make sure you indicate what it is somewhere either at the beginning or at the end for those that like to know that kind of thing)
Summary:
Warnings: Shonen ai.
The rain fell in a gentle pitter patter around them as the pair of young men walked back to the apartment they shared.
The taller one was talking excitedly and waving a fork to emphasize his point. Occasionally, he'd swish it around with a flourish, almost as if he were the conductor and the rain his symphony. His companion, shorter by more than a half a foot, watched on with fond amusement.
Yuki shifted the umbrella he carried a little more to the right as Kei once again moved out from underneath it as he nattered on about the new piece he'd been composing. Then had to duck as he almost got hit with the fork. Let it never be said that dating a conductor wasn't hazardous to ones health.
He knew that every relationship was prone to ups and downs, but his with this particular conductor had been more downs than ups. From it's less than auspicious beginning to a recent row with his father about it, Yuuki could honestly say that it was the furthest thing from his own visions of his future than he could have imagined.
Kei was everything he hadn't wanted in a partner. He was pushy and overbearing. There were probably amoebas with more people skills. He was far too possessive, getting jealous any time Yuki gave the slightest bit of attention to someone else. His arrogance knew no bounds. His overly tall stature, one that never failed to remind Yuki of a telephone pole, was a nuisance since it meant that the shorter man spent most of the time with a strained neck from having to look up at him.
And of course, he was male. Yuki couldn't remember having ever in his entire life looked at another male as a potential romantic interest. Come to think of it, he hadn't looked at Kei as anything more than a bastard and an irritation. But Kei wasn't just pushy, he was extremely pushy. He was also one of those people with selective hearing and completely ignored the protests and the complaints once he'd decided that he loved Yuki and just had to have him. Oh no, he'd just pushed on until he'd gotten what he wanted.
From sex to living together, none of it would have happened if Kei hadn't forced the issue.
Yuki made sure that Kei knew that too. More than once he'd hurled accusations and insisted that he wouldn't have been in the relationship at all if he'd had any choice in the matter. He said that to hurt Kei mostly, but also because he'd always believed it was true. He would never have chosen the overbearing male conductor if left to his own devices.
Recently though, he'd been having doubts about that. It was his family, ironically enough, that had made him really start to examine it. All the arguments against being with Kei had sounded wrong coming from his father somehow, even though it had mostly been things he'd said before himself. His sisters had merely declared that they were 'darling' and 'romantic' and 'so obviously in love'. It was the first time he'd really considered that his feelings for Kei were deeper and more tender than he'd always said. And he didn't know how long he'd felt that way.
He had to wonder if Kei hadn't just hastened the inevitable.
"You're not listening to me, are you?" The petulant tone was unmistakable. Dark eyes searched his own as Kei leaned down to peer at him.
With a smirk, he shrugged. "You were talking about the new piece."
"And?"
"And I wasn't listening to the rest," Yuki admitted, rolling his eyes at the pout that it garnered in reaction. Honestly, sometimes Kei seemed more like a sulky five year old than a respectable conductor in his twenties.
"Yu-uki..." A strand of jet black hair slipped out of it's slicked back place as Kei shook his head in exasperation. "I asked if you wanted to go dancing."
He glared at nothing in particular. "I am not dressing up as a girl again." (1)
Kei pulled him closer. "Well, you know I wouldn't mind dancing with you openly. If this was Tokyo, I'd know several places where we could go."
The habitual annoyed retort died on Yuki's lips as he realized that Kei was perfectly serious and not just poking fun at either him or Fujimi. Kei really wanted to go dancing, and Yuki had to admit that last time would have been fun if not for the pinching high heels that had left blisters on his feet and his fear at being discovered in drag.
But Yuki didn't really know of any place to go dancing with a girl, let along another guy. He thought for a second before looking around. They were almost to the small park that marked the half way point between the restaurant and their apartment. It was late and rainy and they were the only people insane enough to be out. Kei was already wet and a little water wouldn't kill either of them.
Squirming his way out of Kei's embrace, Yuki grabbed the other man's hand and pulled him towards the park at a trot. The fork, umbrella, and his own satchel were tossed onto a convenient bench next to the sidewalk. Then he stood out in the open, hands up in the position he'd learned to waltz with Kei. The rain was pouring down his face and glasses, making it difficult to see his lover's expression.
"How about here?"
"Yuki..." Kei's face might have been hidden by the wet lenses, but the shock in his voice was very much evident. Yuki wasn't exactly the spontaneous type and especially not with something that could be considered as 'romantic' as dancing in the rain. Even when he'd learned the dance, at Kei's insistence of course, it had been under extreme protest.
For a long moment, the brunette stood there shifting nervously. Perhaps it hadn't been such a good idea after all.
Then the more muscular form moved into his space and Kei wrapped his arms firmly around Yuki. It wasn't how he'd taught the older man to dance, but Yuki wasn't complaining. (2) Instead, he settled closer with his head resting on Kei's shoulder and let himself be led to the time of an invisible orchestra.
Yuki lost track of how long they danced that way, the rain slowing to a gentle shower around them. When Kei pulled back just far enough to lean down and kiss him, the violinist wasn't surprised. It always seemed to end up with kissing between them, even when the other man had promised to abide by the 'hands off' rule he'd made early on. For once, Yuki didn't even think about protesting.
This was, he realized, exactly where he wanted to be.
His arms slid up and around Kei's neck. It still rankled that he had to tiptoe to meet the other man half-way, but it was one of those things he'd get over eventually. His voice was husky with desire and something else as he whispered his lover's name.
Kei ended the kiss and pulled back far too soon for Yuki's liking. "Why?"
With a smile, Kei lifted one hand to stroke his cheek. "I think I should be asking you that. This isn't exactly your usual routine."
"I... That is... " It was harder than he'd imagined to confess. "Well.. I want to.. love you.." He sounded like an idiot. Luckily, he knew that Kei didn't particularly care and would love him regardless. Worse than idiotic, though, he realized that his words could be misconstrued. "Like a lover should." (3)Worse and worse and worse. "I mean, not that I don't already love you!"
Gentle fingers covered his mouth and when he squinted through the glasses, he was sure that he could see Kei smiling. "I love you, too, Yuki."
He already knew that, Kei made it a point to tell him at least once a day, usually more often. But it was still nice to hear. With a smile of his own, he resettled his head against Kei's chest and swayed in place until the other man took the hint.
The next day, he woke up with the flu from dancing in the rain all night long but couldn't really find it in himself to mind.
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1) This comes from my anthology doujinshi. ^_^ There are several little stories with Yuki dressing up as a girl and waltzing with Kei in front of various other people (who apparently don't realize who he is). It's quite amusing and if my scanner was working, I'd share them.
2) In case it wasn't clear here, Yuki is older by a year. ^_^
3) My song lyric, disjointed though it may be.
GREAT BALLS OF FIRE - 10/01/1958
2 weeks at #1 - 12 weeks on chart
Jerry Lee Lewis
You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain
Too much love drives a man insane
You broke my will, but what a thrill
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
I learned to love all of Hollywood money
You came along and moved me honey
I changed my mind, she looks fine
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Kiss me baby, woo, feels good
Hold me baby, well I want to love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I gotta tell this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I chew my nails down and I twiddle my thumb
I'm real nervous but it sure is fun
Come on baby, you drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire
Well kiss me baby, woo, feels good
Hold me baby,
well I want to love you like a lover should
Your fine, so kind
I gotta tell this world that your mine mine mine mine-ine
I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumb
I'm real nervous but it sure is fun
Come on baby, drive me crazy
Goodness gracious great balls of fire