They hadn't planned to have sex. At least, he didn't think so. There had been a lot of drinking that night, and it had been a while since he or the Director had gotten laid.
Now that he thought about it, maybe that's what they had been talking about before deciding (or not deciding, he still wasn't sure) to do each other a favor.
He didn't remember much of the sex itself, only that he woke up feeling extremely sore with a series of bite marks across his chest. He also had something funny fastened around his waist, which he discovered as he made an angry dash for the Director's alarm clock. He got a sound knock to the head as he fell backwards, contraption catching on the bedpost. Through the haze of pain all he could think about was silencing the offensive screeching.
The clock looked dainty, all bamboo and butterflies, but it was really a monstrosity. If nothing else, he would forever remember that alarm clock with a hatred he rarely reserved for inanimate objects. The Director slept through it, of course, competing for supremacy with the sound of her snoring.
She was mostly naked, pale flesh poking through a dark sea of hair. He had quietly removed the contraption from around his waist (a strap-on that seemed to have migrated the wrong direction as he slept) and hastily threw a blanket over her. She had taken a deep breath and promptly resumed her snoring.
He spent the rest of the day nursing a hangover and the nagging sensation that this was going to come back to bite him someday.
It turned out that day was today, as the Director looked at Kurogane with a wicked glint in her eye. She began talking, her excitement palpable. He would have pleaded. With anyone else, he would have pleaded and at least believed it could possibly make a difference. But not with her; he knew she found his suffering delicious.
"So… you and Fai are getting serious, are you?"
He could see Kurogane squirm as she spoke.
"Uh…"
"No need to be shy, Kurogane. We're all friends here, aren't we Fai?"
He could tell by the emphasis she put on the word friends that his worst fears were about to come true.
"Yes," she continued, taking an elegant puff from her pipe, "Fai and I are very good friends. You might say that we know each other quite well - inside and out."
And now she was resorting to puns.
Kurogane simply nodded, taking polite sips from the cup of tea in front of him. He appeared to be calm and collected, but Fai could sense the younger man's nervousness. And if he could, he knew the Director could too.
"You see Kurogane," another puff, "to make a relationship work, really work, you must be completely open and honest. Lay everything on the table. Let them get a good measure of what and who you really are."
She was met with a confused stare from Kurogane. She continued, seeming unconcerned.
"Yes, it is only by revealing who we really are, that we can reveal who we are not."
She gave a theatrical wave of her hands and Fai couldn't help but admire how much she was enjoying this. Who knew? He might be doing the same thing if positions were reversed. But somehow, it didn't feel right - her telling Kurogane like this. If he had been a crush, or something less… important maybe Fai would be laughing with her. But Kurogane was too good for that, and he wouldn't let the Director ruin his chance at a good thing.
"So, Kurogane, what I mean to say is…"
"What she means to say," said Fai, taking Kurogane's hand in his own, "is that she and I have fucked."
Silence pressed down on the room as both the Director and Kurogane stared at him, clearly at a loss for words.
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "She and I fucked. Once. I was very drunk. She was very drunk. It was New Years and we were lonely. But," and he was careful to look Kurogane in the eyes as he spoke, "it didn't mean anything."
He saw an indistinguishable look pass over Kurogane before his eyes softened. He gave Fai's hand a gentle squeeze.
"The past is the past. All that matters now is that it doesn't happen again." Fai couldn't help but notice how Kurogane looked at the Director instead of him as he finished saying this.
The Director gave what could only be described as an evil grin.
"Why Fai, you really take honesty to a new level. Here, all I was going to was tell him is how you told me you you liked to be on top."
Kurogane blushed to the roots of his hair.
"Oh," said the Director, leaning in closer to Kurogane, "I think he likes that idea!"
"Director…" Fai tried to sound exasperated, but the sight of Kurogane blushing was simply too adorable.
"Well then gentlemen, I'll leave you to work out the rest." She got up, surprisingly graceful after three bottles of sake.
After her off-key singing had faded into the distance, Kurogane turned to him, suddenly all seriousness.
"Just how drunk were you?"
"Very."
"Good." Kurogane gave a small shudder.
"Kurogane, if it really bothers you…"
Kurogane responded with a quick shake of his head. "No, I'm just glad that you don't have to remember it."
Fai laughed. He couldn't help it.
"I mean, that woman is terrifying."
"I'll drink to that." Fai poured out the remaining sake the Director hadn't finished off.
"But…" Kurogane suddenly became very interested in his sake cup. "Was, uh, everything else she said true?"
Fai gave a lopsided grin, knowing exactly what he meant. "Oh yes. Very."
They spent that evening finding out just how very true it was.
Lonely Hearts Club
Now that he thought about it, maybe that's what they had been talking about before deciding (or not deciding, he still wasn't sure) to do each other a favor.
He didn't remember much of the sex itself, only that he woke up feeling extremely sore with a series of bite marks across his chest. He also had something funny fastened around his waist, which he discovered as he made an angry dash for the Director's alarm clock. He got a sound knock to the head as he fell backwards, contraption catching on the bedpost. Through the haze of pain all he could think about was silencing the offensive screeching.
The clock looked dainty, all bamboo and butterflies, but it was really a monstrosity. If nothing else, he would forever remember that alarm clock with a hatred he rarely reserved for inanimate objects. The Director slept through it, of course, competing for supremacy with the sound of her snoring.
She was mostly naked, pale flesh poking through a dark sea of hair. He had quietly removed the contraption from around his waist (a strap-on that seemed to have migrated the wrong direction as he slept) and hastily threw a blanket over her. She had taken a deep breath and promptly resumed her snoring.
He spent the rest of the day nursing a hangover and the nagging sensation that this was going to come back to bite him someday.
It turned out that day was today, as the Director looked at Kurogane with a wicked glint in her eye. She began talking, her excitement palpable. He would have pleaded. With anyone else, he would have pleaded and at least believed it could possibly make a difference. But not with her; he knew she found his suffering delicious.
"So… you and Fai are getting serious, are you?"
He could see Kurogane squirm as she spoke.
"Uh…"
"No need to be shy, Kurogane. We're all friends here, aren't we Fai?"
He could tell by the emphasis she put on the word friends that his worst fears were about to come true.
"Yes," she continued, taking an elegant puff from her pipe, "Fai and I are very good friends. You might say that we know each other quite well - inside and out."
And now she was resorting to puns.
Kurogane simply nodded, taking polite sips from the cup of tea in front of him. He appeared to be calm and collected, but Fai could sense the younger man's nervousness. And if he could, he knew the Director could too.
"You see Kurogane," another puff, "to make a relationship work, really work, you must be completely open and honest. Lay everything on the table. Let them get a good measure of what and who you really are."
She was met with a confused stare from Kurogane. She continued, seeming unconcerned.
"Yes, it is only by revealing who we really are, that we can reveal who we are not."
She gave a theatrical wave of her hands and Fai couldn't help but admire how much she was enjoying this. Who knew? He might be doing the same thing if positions were reversed. But somehow, it didn't feel right - her telling Kurogane like this. If he had been a crush, or something less… important maybe Fai would be laughing with her. But Kurogane was too good for that, and he wouldn't let the Director ruin his chance at a good thing.
"So, Kurogane, what I mean to say is…"
"What she means to say," said Fai, taking Kurogane's hand in his own, "is that she and I have fucked."
Silence pressed down on the room as both the Director and Kurogane stared at him, clearly at a loss for words.
He gave a small shrug of his shoulders. "She and I fucked. Once. I was very drunk. She was very drunk. It was New Years and we were lonely. But," and he was careful to look Kurogane in the eyes as he spoke, "it didn't mean anything."
He saw an indistinguishable look pass over Kurogane before his eyes softened. He gave Fai's hand a gentle squeeze.
"The past is the past. All that matters now is that it doesn't happen again." Fai couldn't help but notice how Kurogane looked at the Director instead of him as he finished saying this.
The Director gave what could only be described as an evil grin.
"Why Fai, you really take honesty to a new level. Here, all I was going to was tell him is how you told me you you liked to be on top."
Kurogane blushed to the roots of his hair.
"Oh," said the Director, leaning in closer to Kurogane, "I think he likes that idea!"
"Director…" Fai tried to sound exasperated, but the sight of Kurogane blushing was simply too adorable.
"Well then gentlemen, I'll leave you to work out the rest." She got up, surprisingly graceful after three bottles of sake.
After her off-key singing had faded into the distance, Kurogane turned to him, suddenly all seriousness.
"Just how drunk were you?"
"Very."
"Good." Kurogane gave a small shudder.
"Kurogane, if it really bothers you…"
Kurogane responded with a quick shake of his head. "No, I'm just glad that you don't have to remember it."
Fai laughed. He couldn't help it.
"I mean, that woman is terrifying."
"I'll drink to that." Fai poured out the remaining sake the Director hadn't finished off.
"But…" Kurogane suddenly became very interested in his sake cup. "Was, uh, everything else she said true?"
Fai gave a lopsided grin, knowing exactly what he meant. "Oh yes. Very."
They spent that evening finding out just how very true it was.