Kon, Toki...slight Kon/Toki, I guess. (OK, it's not slight) Rating:
Drabbleish. And first ever Amatsuki fic
, so any concrit is greatly appreciated. I like to think I know these characters a little, but it's been a while since I actively read Amatsuki
, so...if you think I made them OOC, don't hesitate to tell me. There's not a lot of characteristics described in this drabble, but still...:)
Kon taps his pipe, clears out the ashes, brings it back to his lips and inhales.
Toki finds himself watching this quiet ritual with an almost religious reverence. He's very impressed by what he sees. But – at the same time – he’s a bit confused. This Kon doesn't look like a troublemaker. He gets angry sometimes, that's true. He likes to use violence to solve problems when he doesn’t really need to. And, well, sometimes he just likes to use violence. But Toki can't picture this
Kon skiving off school, can't picture him missing a test just because he feels like it. Can't picture the fact that this Kon, whose graceful exhale of smoke makes Toki's breath catch in his attempt not to breathe out simultaneously, wasn't born to this life. It's almost as if Kon makes the picture perfect. But Toki knows it only seems like that because he's spent two years here; he's had to fit himself into that slot, he's had to become Edo-era Kon, so as not to lose his mind. So as not to break apart. But still, Toki is impressed.
Toki is also very impressed by the way Kon's stomach muscles ripple and move (like they're alive) when he inhales. It's almost like they're dancing. Toki doesn't want to admit it (even to himself), but it's a very sensual movement. And when Toki feels his gaze wander too
low, moving from the movement of Kon's abs to the clothed jut of his hip-bone and then to somewhere far more inappropriate
, he jumps a little and looks back up, his gaze drawn immediately to Kon's lips. And there his gaze stays, watching as Kon breathes in and then out, making his exhale of smoke seem like magic.
They pass the time like that.
And when Kon catches Toki looking (as if he didn't already know), he doesn't exactly
smirk. His eyes aren't exactly asking 'do you like what you see?
'. No, Kon just holds Toki's gaze for a breath too long, enough to heat up Toki's already flushed cheeks, and then taps his pipe, clears out the ashes and brings the instrument back to his lips. And when he breathes in, Toki can't help himself – he breathes with him.
Like I said, any concrit is appreciated. And jading
wanted Kon and kisses, haha, so there might be some sort of sequel to this eventually? WE CAN ONLY HOPE. :)