A/N: A little Kensuke scene that popped into my head one day.
Not too long, but fun to write.
"The Games We Play"
Stand up and face me; you can't keep unintentionally hiding from
me like this. Maybe, just maybe, I'll be able to catch you if
I reach out, but you laugh and dodge under my arms. To you,
everything is a game. If I kiss you, you think I am playing and
though you often reciprocate, it is always insincerely. You
like all games; and to you, cuddles and kisses are included in
the entertainment category. Affection is also a game, and you
play it both often and well.
Again I reach for you, this time catching you about the waist
and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek. Even if only playing,
touching you is precious, and I take every chance I have to do
so. You giggle and return the embrace, wrapping your arms
around my neck and nuzzling against me. You breathe gently
against my throat, and I press my lips to the underside of your
chin as a delighted laugh bubbles up past your own.
You purr faintly when I touch you again, letting my fingers
trail across your arms as you place a light peck on the tip of
my nose and tickle my ribs. This feeling . . . God, how I love
it. Not even actually sexual in the traditional sense, just so
soft and warm and soothing.
My precious, lovely Daisuke . . .
I have the upper hand for the moment, pinning you to the couch,
but it is short-lived. You easily upend me and replace me as
the dominant force. I am not sure how, but you always seem to
win these little wars, even though logically speaking I ought to
be stronger than you. I am, in fact; yet you can defeat me so
easily in all matters of importance. What use is a good test
grade when lives are on the line? What use is a martial arts
belt when a well-placed haymaker will do the trick?
I pull you down atop me; pressing another chaste kiss against
your lips. One of this game's unspoken rules: everything is
innocent. No tongue, no sexuality- nothing but laughter and
caresses and gentle, gentle feelings. This is all about comfort
and assurance- that we understand each other; that we are as
close as blood but still not enough so that such touching is
You chuckle warmly and I desire more than anything to be even
closer to you. I want to be inside you; maybe get you inside me
too. I know I can't have that, though, so I just bury my face
in your shoulder and listen to your heartbeat, that precious one
so perfectly attuned to mine.
"Can I kiss you some more?" you ask hopefully, and I nod
silently. As if I would ever, ever say no.
A grin from you, and your lips descend upon mine in a clumsy,
childish manner. For all the practice we've had, we've
certainly never gotten any better at it. Perhaps if we broke
our unspoken rules we might, but I don't dare to presume so
much, and you don't seem to need any more than what little I
have to give you anyway.
Giggling, you pull back and bump your nose against mine lightly.
"This is my favorite game, Ken," you whisper, and I feel so
"Mine too," I say softly, and you grin so widely that your eyes
are almost hidden in half-moons, burrowing into my chest and
breathing in deeply, as if you find my scent pleasant. Do you?
I know I love yours.
Then you look up at me, and your eyes are startlingly serious as
you say, "Do you want to play it forever?"
"Yes," escapes my traitorous mouth before I can even begin to
decipher your words.
And then you kiss me again, and this time it's so much more than
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