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It took a while but he was finally awake. Ronald didn't move however, content to lie where he was with Watanuki pressed against him.

"Mm?" he murmured. "Yeah. Hope you don't mind. Couldn't have you sopping wet all night."

He let out a breath. "Course.. bleeding good that did me. Might've soaked into your sheets. Wasn't aiming to fall asleep." the reaper continued. "Just couldn't help meself. Knackered like no one's business."

"Yeah." And again, he found his fingers on the buttons of Ron's shirt. "...You got... my bed all wet..." And his fingers gently slipped underneath the fabric, touching the still clammy skin.

"...You're cold..." He murmured faintly. "Do you want me to...

"...Help warm you up?"

Again, another chuckle. Were these in different circumstances, he certainly would have taken that another way. Idly, his mind wandered to more intimate fare but... no, reel it in, Knox. You can't scare Watanuki off like that. But he had to admit, the gesture was not entirely unwelcome.

"Muchly appreciated, sweetheart..." he replied as he loosened his arm's grip around the other god's waist. "If you could prolly stand a bit more time with me here then who am I to say no, eh?"

Sweetheart. He couldn't deny the small pound in his chest every time he called him that... even if it was just a nickname he used for anyone. But he was moving, slowly undoing the buttons of Ron's shirt.

"...You have to get out of your wet clothes first, you know." His face was turning red... but it was only fair! Ron had seen him naked...! NAKED?!?! OH MY GOD HE HAD SEEN HIM NAKED.

"B-but I'm not doing this because I want to see you naked or anything!!!" Okay yeah, smooth Watanuki.

Ronald did offer the smallest smile. This was so very much like him. "S'only fair." he chuckled softly though he did glance aside uneasily somewhat. If he had to take his shirt off...

But it really couldn't be helped. He leaned back, letting Watanuki take care of those buttons for him. "Just... don't think any less of me when you've seen me, alright?" he murmured, giving a light, almost apologetic nuzzle by the curve of the other god's neck. Though it was more of a gesture to calm himself than assure the other.

"...I wouldn't," He said faintly. And slowly, those buttons became undone. He began to pull off the fabric, revealing Ron's chest and shoulders, and...

As he knew, only one arm.

He pulled the wet fabric off, dropping it to the floor. His fingers trailed curiously across the chest.

Ronald hesitated slightly even as his shirt was eased off but it was a little late to take it back. Eventually his shirt was off and he let it drop.

"You're the only other bloke what's seen the arm." he murmured quietly, glancing aside as if he couldn't -- or rather did't want to see the other's reaction.

He wanted to ask who the other person was... but a small part of him wondered if he already knew. And if he was correct, he didn't want to be reaffirmed. His mismatched eyes glanced at it.

Maybe, before he met Yuuko, it would have weirded him out. He would have made and unsightly comment that he should be ashamed of. But he'd learned better, so much more than the boy he was before. He wouldn't call himself a man, but he was something... someone, that wouldn't make fun of him or find Ron's handicap odd.

He reached up, touching the shoulder... before letting his hand completely slide over it, until he had ghosted down to his waist.

What seemed like an age ago, he was a whole reaper - perfectly confident in his charm and his looks. And then that happened. It never bothered him before. At least until today. Not when he was actually worried that some imperfection he had would turn someone off completely.

But that hand brushed against it and caused his heart to race. Only one other person had ever touched it and that was when it was still fresh and being tended to. The gesture - the acceptance was touching. Even reassuring. So much so that he found himself reaching up to cup Watanuki's cheek, drawing the other back over him and in for another softer kiss.

He slid atop him, only somewhat aware that the only thing between them was a flimsy sheet that covered the front of his body. His own hands rested on Ron's waist and chest, and then they were kissing again. It always came back to kissing. It was almost as if it had become a form of communication between them.

Part of him was trying to reason with him; that he shouldn't be doing this, really, they only knew each other... for so long and of course, Ron had already told him that his important person was back so he should stop being a homewrecker... but the other part didn't care. Most of him, actually.

When the soft kiss came, he deepened it, tossing his voice out the window.

Ronald deepened the kiss, eyes closing again as he turned his head slightly to fit himself better. His hand slipped through Watanuki's hair and over his shoulder as his lips parted slightly with the softest sound.

Part of him felt he shouldn't be giving in so easily. Was he leading the other on? Was he not supposed to be feeling this way? He knew he was working on a technicality. Technically Yuki never answered his question. Technically Yuki never even kissed him back. Technically... what were they even?

And then there was this.

There was the way his hand slid lower, inching down the other god's back as he applied the slightest bit of pressure to draw him closer. Technically... this wasn't so bad.

There was a certain thrill to kissing when it wasn't something you had done very often, and this time, it was with someone he had already kissed before. This time, he knew, there's could only be a flimsy excuse for what he was doing. He was tired, he was cold, he wasn't feeling well-- nothing that would hold. He accepted this.

The hand on his bare back and waist only made him bolder, as if he was being prompted to do more. Another kiss. Deeper. Tongues meeting.

It wasn't as if anyone was going to know. They were the only ones here, after all. Surely he could allow himself this little intimacy. It was welcoming. Warm. Exactly what he needed. His cold skin pressing against the other god's body warmed easily from the contact. Or perhaps there was another reason he felt himself growing faintly warmer.

The reaper slid his eyes closed, lips parting as he savored that kiss. His tongue willingly slipped out to tease the other's back as his fingertips traced the Watanuki's spine and shoulders. Another soft sound escaped him, his head turning to deepen the kiss more.

He shifted to push Ron deep into his pillows, and the kiss only grew more needy, filled with lustful avarice. He wanted to be close to him--wanted to feel his skin warm up underneath his and to smell the scent of his hair and--

"Ahh-" And he seemed to realize what was going on. He pulled away slowly, face red.

"I--

"We...

"...Really... shouldn't..." He managed to say.

In the moment they had broken apart, Ronald let out a breath. But he hadn't pulled back. Instead he had leaned in, lips lightly starting to brush down the other god's jawline and the curve of his neck. He felt the need in that kiss and there was the urge to fulfill it. After all, it would be rude to keep him wanting but--

He did stop as Watanuki pulled away. His hand lightly rested on the other's hip, thumb idly tracing the curve of his thigh. "We... oughtn't... really..." Ronald murmured, faintly glancing aside though the effects of those eager little kisses were evident with how his breath had hitched slightly.

They had to stop, or something, Watanuki could tell, something would happen and there would be no going back. It was hard to pull away, though. He wanted to be locked in Ron's hold and then lean down and kiss him even more, to cover that hitching breath with more kisses and--

He closed his eyes and rolled himself off. There. He had broken the spell cast on him.

"Ah--" And he was off the bed, gathering up the sheets to cover himself, though his entire backside was still bare. "Um, how about--

"Tea, ah, I am sure you'd like some tea. And breakfast, I--I can cook... breakfast..." What had he been thinking!? Kissing on him like that when he was taken?! How could he take advantage of him like that?! If Ron wasn't feeling off and was of his right of mind he wouldn't be kissing on some unattractive teenager!!!

Edited 2016-11-11 00:13 (UTC)

Well that certainly woke him up.

At least he was much more coherent than he was when those kisses first started. Blast it, what was he thinking. He may be a cad but surely he wasn't so shameless as to lead someone on like this. But they had both wanted it, hadn't they? At least he did, evidenced by how he swallowed down as Watanuki pulled away.

Reel it in, Knox. He's more important than another lay.

And for some reason, waking up to that -- those kisses, that touch -- was rather pleasant.

"Kimihiro... innit?" Ronald murmured as he sat up. Silently he leaned in, pressing another light kiss to the corner of his lips before standing and reaching for his shirt. "I've been nattering on about it but... I'm honestly glad you're alright. I prolly wouldn't be able to forgive meself if you'd died..."

Kimhiro--

"H-how did you--" He hadn't told him his name. His heart was doing little leaps. Hearing someone say his first name like that... but it was somehow different, this time, the same odd, pounding feeling when Jade softly addressed him as 'my lord'.

But he smacked Ron's hand. "Don't touch your shirt! It's soaking wet!" He shouted at him, face flushed. "They needed to be washed ad dried properly! Take the rest of your clothes off, too! I'll give you a yukata until everything is done!" And he was hurrying, stepping over a ripped yukata and dragging sheets along behind him. He was quick to return in a fresh yukata of his own, before setting down a dark blue one for Ron. He was scooping up his clothes--going right back to being the bustling mother hen he was, face still pink.

"Just stay in bed! I'll bring you something warm to eat and drink. You'll catch your death if you just walk around like that."

Ronald couldn't help but compare the two on occasion. Yukio was a mich more subdued creature, quiet in his ways and his manner of fussing. If the reaper had pulled his stitches from over exertion or his bandages had come loose, he would always end up being silently chastised as they were set to rights. But he had to admit, Watanuki was something else. He was a different sort of forceful. A touch more abrasive when riled but then again, the opposite of love was apathy, wasn't it? Some would have called his methods bossy at the least, nagging at worse but it only made Ronald appreciate him more.

"Really," he called back. "You needn't trouble yourself on my account! Was just going to leave. You've a shadow or two I can use in this room already."

But before he could protest, he was already being fussed over. With a sigh, the reaper pulled himself up, gathering the sheets to him. "Anything I can help with though?"

"Yes, you can shut up and let me do what I need to," Was the curt response, and he was out the door with a bundle of clothes in his arms. He went to collect Jade's too, and was gone for a little bit before returning to the bedroom, donning a tray of tea and a simple breakfast of toast and jam, a couple of eggs, and a few sausage links. Some grapes and orange slices were in a small bowl. He set it down right beside him.

"Here." And he distributed the plate to him. "Sorry it took so long. I wanted to make sure that Jade was all right, too.

"Is this all right?" And he took a seat on the edge of the bed.

And there was that signature abrasiveness Ronald had started to get used to. It got him smiling despite himself. In the time he had been gone, the reaper had managed to dress himself and put his hair to a semblance of rights. The yukata fit him well enough at least. The last time he'd worn something like this was back there so he figured there was some irony to be had about wearing one again here, of all places.

"Yeah, it's more'n alright." He replied. "'Preciate it. Didn't think you'd let me off without a bit of nosh. Is Jade alright?"

"He's fine." They were all fine... and he was very thankful for that. He held the tray to him, mind wandering for a moment. Everything had gone terribly last night. He shouldn't have engaged it... not like he had much of a choice. He should have made more of an effort to just try and flee the battle, but the ayakashi was so fast he was pretty sure it wouldn't have mattered. he was glad to have no made himself feel like a coward. Still...

It made him realize that he really needed to work on getting himself up to snuff as a god. He couldn't just be riding along on a hope and prayer when it came to fighting the ayakashi. Sure, he'd taken on small ones but that had just been... insane. He almost lost someone important.

...Two someones.

"That's a relief..." Ronald sighed, nibbling lightly at the toast. The food gave him time to think. Just as Watanuki had saved him by coming along when he least expected, so had he done for him. By all-accounts, all debts had been repaid, so to speak. Neither had owed anyone anything. But he wanted to stay, wanted to be by his side. And oddly, waking up next to him was something he wouldn't mind doing again. He would be happy to save him. As often as he had to, even.

"That wolf though, love." He mused, frowning as he licked a bit of jam off his thumb. "You'd said it was Zero."

The name being said reminded him of his failure. He nodded his head somberly.

"Yes... Zero-san was the ayakashi. He was a shinki, and so he..." Somehow, some way. Had he said too much? No, he know he didn't. He had said too little and it had left the other man desperate for answers. He didn't know what had happened afterward. Something, something to set him off. Had he run out of those blood pills? Did he... somehow lose control? He supposed that was the only reason.

"...I suppose there was nothing I could do."

Again, more quiet nibbling. Bit of that, bit of this just so he kept his mouth occupied. Clearly he was either developing some sort of oral fixation or he thought better with food in his mouth. But he listened in silence before sliding his arm quietly around Watanuki to pull the other gently to him. "Wasn't your fault." He whispered.

"Don't blame yourself. Would've ruddy well happened even if you ent said a thing to him." The reaper continued, lightly nuzzling his cheek. "Nothing's on you, sweetheart. You tried to do right by him best you could."

His eyes closing, another kiss to the other god's forehead. "He'll be back, right as rain. Just you wait."

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