Dinner Date

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Seiji stood before the mirror without truly seeing it, his eyes heavy-lidded and unfocused as he ran a hairbrush rhythmically through his hair, gently detangling the golden locks and brushing them until they gleamed even under the artificial light of the hotel room. The soothing sensations washed over him in a comfortable wave, undiluted by outside distractions; the only sounds were the muted rush of his breathing and the soft hiss of the bristles through his hair, the only sights were blurred through the thick fringe of his lashes.

He was aware that he was late, that the others were waiting for him in the lobby of the hotel, probably getting impatient to leave for dinner, and yet, he couldn't make himself care. It was so rarely that he got a moment to himself, between his duties at his grandfather's dojo and the nearly-always-chaotic bustle of his friends. A soft purr escaped his throat and he felt himself droop as his eyes shut with the pleasure of the routine task elevated to the special by the simple privacy of the settings.

Taking the vacation together may have been Shin's idea, but it had been Seiji's to get separate rooms, and it was definitely the best idea he'd had in a long time.

The knock at the door when it came was an unwelcome intrusion, startling Seiji badly enough from his meditation that he leaned too far forward and slammed his thighs into the sharp edge of the dresser. Wincing, he grimaced and tightened his fingers around the handle of his brush, limping to the door and peering through the peephole.

Shuu stood there, looking proper - and uncomfortable - in some gray wool slacks and a shirt that was such a pale blue that it appeared nearly white. He didn't watch the door; rather, he looked self-consciously down the hallway, the nervous actions lending him a boyish air that was strangely appealing.

Still, Seiji wished he'd go away.

He was stuck, however, and it was with a sigh that he removed the chain and opened the door, greeting Kongo's bearer with a polite nod. "Shuu?"

Shuu ran a hand through his hair, mussing the already-unruly strands. He met Seiji's eyes, only to flick his gaze away again after a moment, further disturbing his smooth coif by scratching the back of his head; the others must have really twisted his arm to get him to come up, Seiji decided, and Shuu wasn't too happy about it.

"We were wondering if you had decided not to come. You're pretty late."

Seiji smiled slightly and moved to the side in a single graceful step, gesturing Shuu into the room and shutting the door quietly behind him. "I'm almost ready," he murmured, his feet leading him back to his position in front of the mirror, his hairbrush already raised to resume the interrupted strokes. He was vaguely aware of Shuu lurking in the short entryway and tilted his head slightly to smile at him, even as he set to work smoothing his hair again. "Please. Sit down."

Shuu's cobalt eyes scanned the room, noting how Seiji's bags were piled in the only chair in the room. He glanced at the blonde before the mirror to discover that he'd apparently been forgotten, then sighed and perched on the edge of the bed. "Is this going to take long? I'm hungry."

He could see Seiji's smile in the mirror, although the blonde remained silent, and entertained himself by watching the rhythmic movements of Seiji's arm, rising and falling again and again as the bristles sheathed themselves in the golden mass. He opened his mouth to urge him to hurry again, only to sigh and turn away; it was hard to rush someone who looked that content.

Aware suddenly of eyes on him, he looked up to meet Seiji's violet gaze, reflected in the mirror. The blonde's arm fell to his side and he turned, the absent smile still curving the Cupid's bow of his mouth. "Here, you've tousled yours. Let me fix it."

Before Shuu could protest, the mattress dipped beneath Seiji's weight as the blonde knelt behind him, and the hairbrush was stroking through his hair, methodically straightening out the tangles Shuu had created earlier. He opened his mouth to complain and began to duck away, only to pause with the realization that the brushing felt good; no one had done anything like that for him since the last time his mother had readied him for some ceremony or another, and he'd been little more than a child then. Had it really been that long?

"I used to do this for my sisters." Seiji's voice intruded on his reminisces and yet he didn't resent it; the soft baritone accentuated his thoughts, making them almost tangible. "They would tease me that I was a vain little girl, but I was always the first one they'd come to when they wanted their hair brushed."

Shuu's eyes rose and he realized that he could watch them in the mirror, his own bulkier body blocking Seiji's form, although the blonde's head and shoulders were visible above his own. He wore a soft expression; his lips were still curved with the fond smile, and yet his eyes seemed distant somehow, their violet depths darkened as though turned into themselves. Slowly, they lifted to meet Shuu's, then a sudden splash of pink touched Seiji's cheeks and he lowered his gaze again, quickening the strokes of the brush through Shuu's wavy hair.

Unable to resist the pure languor that spread through his body at the strangely familiar contact, Shuu felt his eyes drifting shut and laughed to himself, swaying back until his shoulders came to rest against Seiji's chest. He felt something pressed against the top of his head, feather-light, and he realized hazily that it was Seiji's lips, kissing the heavy strands of hair that he'd just worked to smooth.

"Did you do that for your sisters, too?" Shuu didn't recognize the faintly teasing voice; it was unfamiliarly husky, edged with a seductive tone that surely couldn't have come from his throat. And yet, Seiji was answering.

"No." Seiji smiled and pressed his lips against the fullness of hair covering Shuu's skull again, feeling its coarseness against his sensitive flesh. "I never did." He carefully set aside the hairbrush and tangled his slender fingers in Shuu's hair, guiding the dark head back to rest on his shoulder, then pressing his face into the blue-black strands. "They would have hit me, I am certain."

The sudden urge to chuckle rose in Shuu's throat and he released it, a hearty sound of amusement. "Should I hit you?" He could feel Seiji's lips against the upper curves of his ear and shivered in response; whatever was happening - whatever was going to happen - he trusted Seiji, and he knew he could stop it with just a single word. He didn't have to be told.

"If you'd like." The response was barely a whisper, more a floating cloud of sensation, the words formed by the shaping of Seiji's lips against the sensitive skin behind his ear. His breath was warm, although it seemed cool in comparison to Shuu's suddenly heated skin, and Seiji smiled, inexplicably pleased with the unforeseen turn of events.

Shuu's eyes caught on the motion from the far wall, fixing again on their reflections and watching as Seiji's elegant fingers stroked over his shoulders. He found himself fascinated as wrinkles were formed in the fabric of his shirt and smoothed again, following the whim of Seiji's exploring hand. A soft sigh escaped him as he felt Seiji's lips against the back of his neck, playing over the sensitive nape and distracting him as his shirt was slowly untucked.

Seiji reveled in the earthy appeal of Shuu's skin; he smelled like clean dirt, spiced with the herbs and musk of his cologne and soap. His fingers toyed with the buttons that lined the front of Shuu's shirt, sliding them slowly from their holes to bare the broad expanse of skin, then slipping beneath the fabric to test its texture. He was reminded at once of the stones he had collected as a child, the ones that had been pounded around in some great pre-historic ocean until they were smooth as silk. Shuu's skin brought back those old memories, of deceptive softness that hid marble.

The analogy brought a smile to his lips and he paused to look up, wondering at Shuu's stillness. His eyes caught on the same sight Shuu's had - their twins, trapped in the mirror - and he blinked. He'd forgotten about the large silvered glass, but apparently Shuu hadn't; his blue eyes were fixed on it beneath his half-closed lids, his lips parted slightly as he watched and experienced in tandem. Seiji shifted to rest his chin on Shuu's shoulder, studying the picture they made even as his hands pushed Shuu's shirt off of his shoulders and down his arms to catch on his wrists, baring the dusky skin to their eyes.

"Lovely," he breathed, his fingers barely grazing Shuu's skin as they continued their explorations. He watched the rapid rise and fall of Shuu's chest as his fingers traced the well-defined lines of his muscles and brushed over his flat male nipples, as Shuu shivered and twitched, as the flesh pebbled beneath the repeated contact of his thumb. His lips found the sensitive skin where Shuu's shoulder joined his neck and teased it to life, underscoring the intense sensations that swept through Shuu each time Seiji's deft fingers found the tight nubs of his nipples.

Shuu was unaware of it when the softly breathed moan fell from his lips; all he could think of was Seiji as the blonde's fingers ran lower to slip under the tight waistband of his slacks, pushing farther to trace the sharp jut of his hipbones. Feeling himself fall back more heavily against Seiji, Shuu became suddenly aware of Seiji's clothes as the buttons of the blonde's shirt dug into the flesh over his spine, a teasing coolness against the heat radiating from him.

"Seiji..." Shuu whispered, sudden humor spicing his voice. "We'll be late..." He lifted his hands from the mattress to run them down Seiji's encircling arms, only to shove them aside and pull open the fly of his slacks, pushing them and the underlying briefs down from his hips. He shivered at the touch of air against his skin even as he squirmed to kick off the clinging clothes, struggling until he was finally nude. Only then did he flush, as aware of the slimness of Seiji's body beneath his clothes as he was of his own stockiness. "Can we turn the other way?"

Seiji's confused violet gaze met Shuu's in the mirror, a heartbeat before realization dawned and he smiled, a true smile, not the usual vague curving of his lips. "Shuu," he murmured, bending his head to lay a trail of kisses over Shuu's broad shoulders, "you're perfect." He smiled again, glancing through his lashes to catch Shuu's eyes before running a hand down Shuu's sleekly bulging arm. "Perfect."

Despite himself, Shuu felt his cheeks flaming again and he struggled to cover it with a breezy laugh. "I'll bet you say that to everyone, Mr. Courtesy."

"I never say anything I don't mean." Seiji's voice drifted up from Shuu's side where he had ducked to kiss a ticklish spot. "I want you to stay as you are." His arms wound around Shuu's waist, crossing to brush his fingertips over Shuu's muscular thighs, pressing slightly into the hard flesh of them.

Shuu squirmed, unable to keep from chuckling when Seiji's mouth found a particularly sensitive area. Twitching away, he rolled onto one hip, pulling his legs up onto the bed until he was kneeling, facing a surprised-looking Seiji. "We'd better hurry," he teased, a sparkle lighting his eyes, "or the others will come looking."

Before Seiji knew exactly what he meant, Shuu's fingers were on the blonde's shirt and it was off of him, then his slacks were sliding over his thighs, the soft hiss of fabric against flesh filling their ears. He swallowed a gasp as Shuu returned for his snug-fitting briefs, slipping under them to inadvertently brush against his rising need. Soon enough, only the artificially cool air of the room was against his skin and Shuu was leaning closer, his mouth finding Seiji's and fumbling through a kiss.

Auto-pilot kicked in as Seiji's mind stuttered and stumbled; one of his hands rose to cup Shuu's cheek, holding him still to be kissed properly. He pressed his lips shut against the nervously over-enthusiastic touch of Shuu's tongue, only to part them again to close over Shuu's welcoming mouth. Their tongues found each other and tangled, moving in an intense dance as their hands found each other and explored, skin learning skin.

Seiji would never know quite how it happened; one moment, he was toying with the sensitive skin under Shuu's arms and drowning in the taste of him, and the next, Shuu's mouth had left him kissing air as he felt his pulsing erection enfolded in a large hand and stroked slowly. His gasp of pleasure escaped unimpeded and his hips bucked reflexively against Shuu's hand, his own tightening around Shuu's shoulder. Caught by surprise, unable to do more than let the towering waves of pleasure crash over him, he nearly collapsed when suddenly Shuu released him and turned away again to kneel, knees spread wide as he leaned forward onto his hands.

"This is how it's done, right?" he asked as his gaze crossed Seiji's, the cobalt blue orbs darkened to twilight. "Something like this?"

Seiji's eyes traced appreciatively over the line of Shuu's spine, memorizing the shape of the full buttocks that were spread so tantalizingly. He reached out with an unsteady hand to caress the small of Shuu's back, then swallowed and withdrew. "Wait," he commanded sternly, groping behind him for the bag in the nearby drawer. Blindly searching, he breathed a soft sigh of relief when his fingers closed over the rectangular bottle he sought and drew it forth, flicking the cap off hastily and dipping his fingers into the substance within.

Shuu's nose twitched at the sudden scent of petroleum, moments before a moan was forced out of him by the unexpected penetration of Seiji's slicked fingers. He could feel the digits twisting within him, stretching him slightly, probing deeply to spread the jelly that coated them. Another moan broke over his lips as they pushed deeply into him, thrusting twice in rapid succession before withdrawing.

Unable to keep the bereft slump from his shoulders, Shuu sighed in mourning for the loss of the sense of fullness, only to feel Seiji's hands on his hips, lifting him, pulling him back. He could feel the cool flesh of Seiji's legs between his as he scooted toward the blonde, then he was lifted again and something thick and hard was pressing into him, stretching him almost beyond endurance. He moaned again, a loud, strident sound that expressed the desire flaming through him as eloquently as it expressed the need for more of it, more of that exquisite pleasure that was so intense as to be nearly painful. He could feel the pulse of Seiji within him, offsetting his own pulse, the rhythmic throbbing of the turgid shaft that rose from between his thighs. He could feel Seiji's hesitation, then his surrender as he began to move, forcefully if carefully, burning friction into him with each thrust and withdrawal.

Shuu was just beginning to adapt to the unfamiliar sensations when Seiji's arms around his waist tightened, drawing him higher up his thighs even as he continued to thrust, and then Shuu's world changed drastically as Seiji's next thrust found the secret place within him, drawing a cry from his throat as he arched reflexively over the blonde. He could feel Seiji's forehead resting against his shoulder as he continued to drive into him, teasing the nerve bundle again and again until Shuu's passion peaked, erupting from his body in a flow of hot liquid and accompanied by a cry of release, a primal sound that echoed back to his deaf ears.

He was hyper-aware of Seiji's last quick thrusts as they drove into him before the blonde climaxed, spilling himself with a gasp that was muffled against Shuu's shoulder. His breath puffed heavily over his back as he stayed slumped there for some long moments, then his arms tightened around Shuu's waist in a brief hug and he withdrew from him, moving back to lean against the headboard.

Seiji felt like a happy cat, lazily purring in the pillows piled at the head of the bed, every muscle in his body singing with exhilaration. His lips curved with a satisfied smile as he watched Shuu stretching a few feet away, the great muscles working smoothly under his skin. "I told you... you were perfect."

Shuu glanced over his shoulder as Seiji's voice caressed him, then he chuckled and slid from the bed, jokingly rubbing his hands over his backside. "Man, my ass is going to be killing me in a bit... We'd better get going before I decide to beg off and soak for a week." He chuckled as Seiji rolled his eyes, then moved quickly to snatch the blonde off the bed, draping him over his shoulder and spinning for the bathroom. "Now come on, let's get clean again, then I'll brush your hair."

Touma was napping on Shin's shoulder and Ryou was drumming his fingers on the arm of his chair when Seiji and Shuu stepped from the elevator, their appearances flawless, if somewhat damp. They crossed to the waiting trio and sat, Shuu settling onto the couch at Touma's other side while Seiji claimed the wing chair across from Ryou.

"Do you know that you're an hour late?"

Seiji only smiled in response to Ryou's irritated query and lifted a hand to smooth some stray golden locks. "I apologize," he murmured at last, no hint of a betraying purr in his voice, "I had to brush Shuu's hair."

- fin -

Notes and Disclaimers

Yoroiden-Samurai Troopers is © Sunrise and Nagoya TV.

Dinner Date was spawned by an E-mail conversation with a dear friend of mine, wherein we were discussing Seiji brushing his hair and Shuu's physical attributes. For all that I continually said that I couldn't see Shuu as gay, I wrote him that way quite a bit... Apparently, this pairing is quite the squick for a number of people - I can't see the squick-factor myself, but will admit that I enjoyed getting that reaction, as I love to write for more uncommon pairings. This has been heavily revised since its original posting.