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Oct. 3rd, 2009 11:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kat8chaNo one had been terribly surprised when Yonekuni had left the family restaurant. 'No one' being Norio, who had not understood that at some point Yonekuni was going to up and leave. Being a madarui Yonekuni had charisma, charm, and above average intelligence when compared to the modern monkey. Being part of the Madarame family meant that Yonekuni also had political swing, and money to back himself up. No matter what Yonekuni did he would end up landing on his feet. So no one had been surprised when Yonekuni had decided he wanted to make it on his own.
No one had been surprised that Yonekuni wanted to leave Japan and head somewhere warm, either.
Not even Shirou, who was the one person holding up operations.
"It's not that I don't see why you want to leave, Madarame." Shirou stood in the doorway dressed in a suit. It wasn't a cheap suit, Shirou's real parents had left him quite a bit of money, but it wasn't the type of suit a successful world hopping salary-worker wore. Instead it was a teacher's suit. Shirou was a *teacher*. It wasn't like Madarui always picked high-paying jobs, it was just that many of them kept climbing the corporate ladder because it was easy, and they were all competitive. So Shirou picking up a job as a teacher should have landed him in administration and then drawn him straight into a cushy head master's position somewhere. Maybe even minister of the department of education.
Still, it was all in Japan.
"You could do a lot of good out there! And wasn't Makio-san trying to get you to join her on a cruise?"
The point was, Shirou was utterly clueless. Clueless and helpless. Despite the work they had done on getting Shirou to contain his soul and hide his dog god image it was obvious that Shirou was high-grade dog. Yonekuni could smell the heat that Shirou produced in every madarui worth their salt, and Shirou just didn't *notice*. If Yonekuni left he'd be raped in a day! Probably by that Oushou guy who was still sniffing around for scraps.
"Madarame?" Shirou looked confused when Yonekuni pulled him closer, but the confusion melted once Yonekuni pulled Shirou into a kiss. It had taken a while, but Yonekuni had been working on getting past his issues with guys for Shirou.
Always for Shirou.
Yonekuni pushed Shirou back on the bed. Shirou's cheeks were stained pink and his normally prim hair was askew. Yonekuni loved it, he kissed Shirou again and tugged Shirou's button up shirt out of his waistband. Shirou moaned, cranking of the temperature of Yonekuni's arousal. Yonekuni pressed his waist against Shirou's and moving back and forth he rubbed their cocks together through their clothes.
"Come away with me." Yonekuni said when they broke apart. Yonekuni's voice was husky, and his fingers shook with poorly held back eagerness. Shirou blinked hazy eyes and smiled.
"Ask me later, Yonekuni."
Yonekuni dove back in with a groan.
No one had been surprised that Yonekuni wanted to leave Japan and head somewhere warm, either.
Not even Shirou, who was the one person holding up operations.
"It's not that I don't see why you want to leave, Madarame." Shirou stood in the doorway dressed in a suit. It wasn't a cheap suit, Shirou's real parents had left him quite a bit of money, but it wasn't the type of suit a successful world hopping salary-worker wore. Instead it was a teacher's suit. Shirou was a *teacher*. It wasn't like Madarui always picked high-paying jobs, it was just that many of them kept climbing the corporate ladder because it was easy, and they were all competitive. So Shirou picking up a job as a teacher should have landed him in administration and then drawn him straight into a cushy head master's position somewhere. Maybe even minister of the department of education.
Still, it was all in Japan.
"You could do a lot of good out there! And wasn't Makio-san trying to get you to join her on a cruise?"
The point was, Shirou was utterly clueless. Clueless and helpless. Despite the work they had done on getting Shirou to contain his soul and hide his dog god image it was obvious that Shirou was high-grade dog. Yonekuni could smell the heat that Shirou produced in every madarui worth their salt, and Shirou just didn't *notice*. If Yonekuni left he'd be raped in a day! Probably by that Oushou guy who was still sniffing around for scraps.
"Madarame?" Shirou looked confused when Yonekuni pulled him closer, but the confusion melted once Yonekuni pulled Shirou into a kiss. It had taken a while, but Yonekuni had been working on getting past his issues with guys for Shirou.
Always for Shirou.
Yonekuni pushed Shirou back on the bed. Shirou's cheeks were stained pink and his normally prim hair was askew. Yonekuni loved it, he kissed Shirou again and tugged Shirou's button up shirt out of his waistband. Shirou moaned, cranking of the temperature of Yonekuni's arousal. Yonekuni pressed his waist against Shirou's and moving back and forth he rubbed their cocks together through their clothes.
"Come away with me." Yonekuni said when they broke apart. Yonekuni's voice was husky, and his fingers shook with poorly held back eagerness. Shirou blinked hazy eyes and smiled.
"Ask me later, Yonekuni."
Yonekuni dove back in with a groan.
