So, how can I help you?

Title: So, how can I help you?
Rating: PG-13
Series: Red Dead Redemption, Sex Pistols
Pairings/Couples: John Marston/Fujiwara Shirou
Part of: ABO Universe/Wolves without Teeth:  Set further into John & Shirou’s relationship
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Summary: Shirou’s home for a break, he wasn’t expecting to be doctoring someone so soon.
Notes: Based off the prompt “You’re walking home from work when something hits you from behind”.  I’m still writing, been addicted to the Dishonored series. I know it’s been over 4 months since I’ve written anything.  I look back at the pace I used to write when I was younger, I can’t do that fast pace anymore. I’m getting motivation to write again, but I don’t think I’ll ever get back into the multipart story.  But for now, I have some drabbles to type up (majority are John/Shirou).

Turning the pliers tightly to the right, gritting his teeth at the soreness in his hand and muscles.  Ignoring the sweat that beaded at his temples, the heat of the day was starting to back off, leading to the cool evening that was soon to set in.  Shirou was looking forward to the sun slipping below the horizon, hoping to relax enough to enjoy the night.

Setting the tool he had been using to the side, pulling off the gloves he had been wearing to exam his fingers.

To those that didn’t know him, even the new hired hands of the ranch would think he was being selfish and lazy.  Just the pampered son of their boss. Even if he was used to such talk behind hands when he walked by, the pride and ego that grew in knowing that he was the one they came to for their injuries with apologies on their lips and a sheepish smile that would be offered.

Satisfied that his fingers weren’t injured and with the repair to the fence, Shirou knew that for now, at least, none of their prized animals will be escaping.  At least until John or one of the hands got around to working on the area of the fence.

Putting away the tools he had brought with him, slipping the bag over his shoulder, Shirou glanced around to catch his horse enjoying the shade a tree proved.  A quick whistle to the animal, moving closer as the horse lifted his head with a short whinny. Climbing up into the saddle with ease, he maneuvered the horse back home.

He had a few weeks left before he had to report back to the hospital for his final round of shadowing the doctors before his final exam.  His fellow classmates and even his roommate had given him a flat look and shaking his head with a muttered It’s your funeral”.  Of course he could have spent the time studying even more, being offered a course in emergency medicine.  If his life wasn’t here on the ranch that had been more of a home than the place where he was born, he would have taken up the chance to advance his career.

But right now, he had enough with just shadowing the doctors.  He was looking forward to opening his own practice, one to be built on the property.  Something that his parents balked at. It was bad enough that their only child was in love with an Alpha with no lineage, a regular human.  They had resigned themselves in the knowledge that he wouldn’t be taking over the family business anytime soon.

That wasn’t to say that they weren’t proud of him, Shirou knew, but their hopes of him becoming more than just a doctor.  Off handed comments about the careers of their friend’s children.  Why couldn’t he be a surgeon? The types of comments under his mother’s breath, her Alpha attitude leaking through whenever he answered a call from them.

Shifting a little in the saddle, the reins held loosely in his hand, Shirou’s thoughts drifted to the thoughts of John.  The Alpha, rugged and standoffish, the first to look past his Omega status. John was the one to remind him of his dreams, pushed him onto succeed.

Shirou could feel his face heat up as his thoughts drifted to what he’d been missing.  The comforting touch that John’s fingers gave him, the weight against his back when the Alpha presses him into the bed.  Everything that he’s been missing while in school.

Now he had some time to reconnect and rediscover his Alpha’s body, to soothe the ache and the want.  Lost in thought as he reached the barn, easily swinging down out of the saddle, Shirou began to unstrap the saddle and harnesses, putting away the equipment, much to the enjoyment to his horse.  Leading the horse towards the pasture, Shirou slipped the bridle free and watched as the animal made his way towards the shade covered trough.

Hanging up the bridle, Shirou dusted his hands on his hips, never hearing the footsteps behind him.  Didn’t hear the low chuckle of amusement. If he had been paying any sort of attention, he would have caught the roll of medical tape that was tossed at the back of his head.

Spinning on his heel, ready to tear into someone when he caught the smirk on the Alpha that held his heart.

Scars that he had traced so many times with his fingertips and lips, the familiar warmth filled him at the sight.

“What’re you doing zoning out?  Shouldn’t you be at your desk, studying your books and notes for your exam-”

So used to the lecture, knowing that John meant well, silencing the words, “You should know by know that being here with you makes me feel invincible,”  Despite the fact that he’s known John for years, since he was a scrawny Omega, he couldn’t stop the feeling of embarrassment. It was bad enough that John was probably picking up on his false front.  Plowing on, he bent down to pick up the tape from the ground. “Being here is relaxing, and that’s what I need now.”

“Okay, Doctor,” the roll of eyes he didn’t see but heard the humor in John’s voice, “Since you’re not busy, think you could take a look at this?”

John lifted up his bloodied arm, wrapped hastily in rags, most likely whatever was close at hand.

Shirou cursed himself for not noticing, taking in the look that John tried and failed to hide, despite his amused tone.  Chewing on the corner of his lip, he grabbed John’s uninjured hand to lead him away from the barn and towards the newly built building.

Closing the door with a sharp click, Shirou dropped his hold on John’s hand and washed his hands, motioning John to bring his bloodied arm to the running water.

The hiss at the sting, a string of a muttered curse, Shirou inclined his head, getting a better look at the injury.

“That’s a little deep.  What’d you do?”

Though Shirou was curious, he mainly asked the question to himself as he turned away, gathering what he needed.  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught the shrug of John’s shoulders, the silence thickening before the Alpha spoke.

“You know how it is, I just didn’t get out of the way of an idiotic person.”

Huffing out a mixture of a laugh and a sigh, Shirou donned on a clean pair of gloves.

“This is gonna hurt, John.  I don’t have anything to numb the pain,” Shirou warned, his attention focused on the injury and not on John’s face.  He didn’t catch the way the Alpha watched him, the warmth that Shirou would see if he just looked up.

Behind pressed lips, John’s tongue felt thick as the painful sting as his arm was cleaned.  He knew Shirou was back, had felt him crawl into bed late the night before, though the Omega wasn’t there when he woke up.  A habit that Shirou had started a few years before, seeking a little comfort that didn’t involve sex. Before when the Omega was still a young teen.  When Shirou would cause more gossip between the ranch hands when the Omega would slip out of his room in the morning.

Speculation, bets that ran and rumors that the Omega would part his legs for anyone who gave him any sort of attention.  At the time, John had tried not to let the gossip bother him, though majority of the time the possessiveness would rise when they talked about his Omega.  All the talk quickly died down when Shirou had been cornered by an over eager Alpha that wouldn’t take no for an answer.  He knew, always known, that Shirou wasn’t some Omega that needed to be saved. To be rescued like in the movies that featured helpless Omegas that needed to be rescued.

At the time, he had thought he’d have to show that son of a bitch not to mess with his Omega.  But the talk of those that had just stood there and witnessed it, the words that Shirou had spoken, ripping that Alpha to shreds.  The shove that had the Alpha stumbling backwards to the ground, the stuttered apology and the look of shame.

That incident had stopped the Alpha’s that worked there from approaching Shirou, but not those away from the ranch.

Swallowing thickly at the fact that others still approached Shirou, John reined in his jealousy.  The fact that the younger male was covered in his scent, musk that nearly saturated Shirou’s skin had done little to deter the most persistent Alpha, desperate and wanting.

Shuffling his feet a little, desperately wanting a drink, John found himself observing the look of concentration on Shirou’s face.  The press of lips that he had tasted many times. Lashes that lifted, looking up and catching him watching. John kept his attention on Shirou, catching the coloring that crept up along the male’s cheeks.

“I’m not sure that-”

John began, shaking his head and biting his lip.  It wasn’t like him to be indecisive about anything.  His normal approach would be straightforward, making up his mind and sticking with it.  But with Shirou, there was just something that caused his heart to race, to be filled with both pride and jealousy when he thought about other opportunities the younger male could have if he didn’t plan on settling down in the middle of fucking nowhere-

“You’re thinking too much, John,” Shirou remarked, the snip of scissors as the gauze was tapered off, tucked away expertly.

He had been so lost in thought he hadn’t noticed that Shirou had been stitching up the wound.

“I know what you’re thinking, you know.  You get this look in your eyes,” Shirou had added, placing the scissors back on the tray before turning his attention back to him.  

“I’ve told you before, I’m right where I want to be.  Out of all the places I’ve been to, visited and saw, this place and you, make me feel at home.  This place, being next to you, is home to me,” the confession that Shirou had given, similar to what he had said before.

“I’m worried too, just like you John.  What if another Omega catches your eye?  One that is as fertile as they’re supposed to be?  I think about things like that. The big family that you want, I’ll fail at giving you your dreams,” Shirou revealed, looking away from him.

“What a mess we are,” John joked, leaning in to rest his forehead against Shirou’s.  He caught the little smile that twitched at Shirou’s lips.

He knew of Shirou’s fears, when the male had confessed on night that his fertility as an omega was lower than what society considered normal.

“You’re not gonna be pulling all those stunts you seemed to do when you were younger, are you?”  John laughed, pressing his lips against Shirou’s skin.

“Well, how else was I supposed to get your attention?”  Shirou retorted, pushing back enough so John could see the teasing look before the male slipped away.

“You wouldn’t believe what went through my head when it came to you, John,” Shirou sighed with a soft look.  “Of everything that went through my mind, it usually would lead me to an outrageous ideas. When I was a kid, I wanted nothing more than your attention.”

John caught Shirou’s scent as the Omega started to clean up, setting tools to the side to be sanitized.  He knew his body was responding to Shirou’s, watching as shoulders relaxed and the grin that was shot towards him.

“Are you done for the day?”

“I could be persuaded to be done,” John tossed back, his uninjured arm reaching to touch the back of Shirou’s neck.  Fingertips lingering on bare skin before dropping away.

“You must have some sort of an idea,” Shirou murmured back, leaning towards John to steal a kiss before pushing him towards the door.  “Go home, and relax. I’ll be inside soon.”

Chewing on his bottom lip, John nodded.  He didn’t want to admit that he wanted to just pop some pain killers and have a drink.

“Maybe you can distract me later,” he offered in the doorway, waiting for Shirou to look up.

“How so?”

He couldn’t hold back the laugh as he made the crude gesture with his hand, mimicking what he hoped Shirou would do for him.  Closing the door quickly, he didn’t see the item Shirou threw, only hearing it as hit the door and fell to the ground.

There were times he just couldn’t pass riling Shirou up in just the right ways.

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I just can’t shake this feeling off

Title: I just can’t shake this feeling off
Rating: Teen to Mature
Series: Sex Pistols
Pairings/Couples: Madarame Yonekuni, Fujiwara Shirou, Yonekuni/Shirou
Part of: Ambrosia for a dragon
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
For: Stephanie, for being being the best cheerleader there is and helping so much with ideas 🙂
Summary: Yonekuni wasn’t expecting to catch the scent of an Omega approaching their heat.  He definitely wasn’t expecting to find out that Shirou is an Omega.
Notes: Soooo, I’m still writing.  But it’s mostly been in my notebook instead of online.  I’ve been bouncing between this, spy Shirou and John/Shirou.  I’m so freakin’ out of practice writing.  I read the stories I wrote years ago and then read what I just finished and just end up shaking my head.  If you like this story, please let me know 🙂

If he were to be fully honest with himself and to the universe in general, Yonekuni wasn’t expecting the day to be any different than a day that he was used to.  The normal classwork during the hours that lead to work at the restaurant in the evening.

His day had started off normal enough, being woken up by the young woman that had offered him a night together.  He would have been a fool to turn down the prospect of free sex and the delicious heat that he had been craving after his long shift at the small restaurant he worked for.  It also didn’t help that when he stepped into his apartment, he had caught the lingering scent of the remnants of her passing heat.  The lingering look she gave him was enough to tell him that all she wanted was a night of just meaningless sex, nothing more.  

Stopping by his and Kunimasa’s apartment for a change of clothes and just enough time to climb over the fence without being detected by teachers patrolling the area.

Now, sitting at his desk only an hour into the first set of lessons, Yonekuni found his attention drifting to the faint scent of an Omega.  Which wasn’t unusual in the sense that there were several Omegas in his class.  No, what stood out to him was that the scent coming off the one to his right.  Catching the faint mixture that reminded him of times long forgotten, Yonekuni bit down on his lower lip as he glanced over at the male.

The male, Shirou, seemed not to notice what he was starting to pick up.  Didn’t seem to have a clue to the tantalizing scent that arose.  And he wasn’t the only one to notice, from the side glances from the Betas and other Omegas until a head from across the room jerked up.  Gaze zeroing in on Shirou and he found himself gritting his teeth as his upper lip curled into a silent snarl.  A moment of hesitation, watching in satisfaction as the other Alpha dropped his head.

Going back to glancing from his work to Shirou, the confusion taking over and surprising him with the sudden urge to isolate the male.  To cover the Omega in his scent and scare off any potential interlopers.  Cursing under his breath, Yonekuni tore his gaze away from the male.  The rush of feelings, the sudden obsession and urgent need to just-

Swallowing back a groan that rumbled in his chest, Yonekuni pushed back his chair with such force that he knocked it over.  Uncaring that he caught the attention of everyone in the classroom, reaching and grabbing Shirou’s arm to drag the surprised male away from the audience that he created.  Ignoring the protesting from the one that caught his attention, pulling Shirou into the hallway and closing the classroom door behind him with a near slam.

His grip on Shirou’s arm slackened enough, allowing the male to twist out of his hold and back away.  For a moment he was reminded of a predator, the stance that the male was taking.  Hairs on the back of his neck stood up, Yonekuni knew he should step back and gave Shirou some space, but for the life of him, he couldn’t bring himself to back down.

“What the hell is your problem, Madarame?”  Shirou demanded, his eyes tearing away to glance down the hallway before coming back to rest on him.  

“Why are you suddenly smelling like an Omega?”  Yonekuni asked, moving closer to the male, following as Shirou backed away, cornering the dark haired teen.  Head cocking a little, the confusion on Shirou’s face before the shake of a head.

“That’s because I am one, Madarame.  Why are you-  wait,”

Yonekuni caught the widening of pale eyes as the male gasped, color fading away leaving the male pale.  He didn’t have a chance to grab at the male as Shirou slipped past him.  Hands pressing against a mouth.  Opening his mouth to question the Omega’s reaction to his question, Yonekuni caught the slip, the faintest shimmering as control was temporarily let go.  

“What the-”  Yonekuni muttered, moving forward in an attempt to grab the male by his shoulder only to have him slip away once more.

Questions that were on the tip of his tongue were forgotten, he could only watch as ears appeared while black hair faded away to silver.

“Would you just hold still?”

“You-”

Yonekuni followed the Omega, watching as Shirou slid down the wall to crouch on the floor before joining him.

“How-” a thick swallow, “how can you tell?”  Shirou asked, his voice belying the panic he must be feeling, a strength that he found himself admiring.

Fighting back the smile that wanted to cross his face, Yonekuni sniffed the air a little and suppressed a shudder as his mind provided details of what his inner Alpha wanted to do to the Omega.

“Because it smells like you’re entering your pre-heat phase,” though his words were spoken a little softly, Yonekuni struggled to rein in his Alpha instincts.  He was more than just a little interested in this situation, wanting to know other secrets that the male held.  He wanted to know why the Omega before him hadn’t told him.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”  Yonekuni asked, leaning back on his heels, trying to catch Shirou’s eyes.  “I wouldn’t have judged you, you know?  For being an Omega and being of Madararui blood.”

His voice dropped, tongue darting to give his upper lip a quick like to taste the air.  Swallowing thickly, his gaze turning to the ears perched on top of Shirou’s head.  As close as he was to the male, he wasn’t touching him and he could feel the heat and warmth radiating off of the male’s skin.

And he just wanted to give in.

To throw away all rational thought that was escaping him at the moment and just soak up all the heat he could take.  It didn’t help that he found his attention being drawn to the pricked ears and the soul that Shirou was trying and failing to hide.  His fingers itched to reach out and touch.  To find out if the fur was as soft as it looked while the tail that Shirou tucked alongside gave little movement.  Briefly wondering what breed of dog the male was, the bitter laugh brought him out of his thoughts and to the fact that the male had, once again, slipped away to stand up.

With his phone out, the Omega leveled a look at him.

“I tried to tell you the first time, if you remember,” a flat tone in Shirou’s voice drew his brows together as he tried to remember.

“You made a comment about me missing a lot of days and I, like a some sort of fool, thought I could trust you.”

The shrug of a shoulder and the phone being brought up to an ear.

“Your attitude made it pretty clear that you didn’t really care, that the excuse was what you wanted to know since I seemed to be getting away with it more than others in our class.  After that, you walked away and I learned that I shouldn’t even bother-”

Yonekuni could only watch as Shirou broke away from talking to him to speak on the phone.  The easy switch from Japanese to English had him more intrigued.  He caught the color that dusted the other’s cheeks, the release of more pre-heat scent and the overwhelming pheromones that tinged with bittersweet.

He tried not to listen in on what the Omega was saying, but the near shuddering breath when the conversation ended had him pushing himself to his feet.  Waiting for the phone call to end, Yonekuni caught the faintest trembling of lips, the biting of a lower lip before Shirou pulled himself together.  The control that the Omega had been struggling with was finally under control as the soul was pulled back, as though it had never happened.

“I could help you home,” Yonekuni offered, shoving his hands into his pockets.

“Thank you-”  The surprised look on the male’s face was enough to soften the words that came next.  “I really shouldn’t, you know.  I’ve seen first hand of how you treat other guys-”

Yonekuni winced, knowing that the male had a point.  He didn’t treat other guys, no matter their station, very well.  This was a first for him.  Swallowing and about to object, Shirou gave him a short nod.

“It would be nice, you know, to not have to worry about-”

“Alphas,” Yonekuni finished, biting back a sound at the term.  The reputations that Alphas held, that Omegas in or near their heat would be accosted.  Given the fact that some would be kidnapped, to be forced into an unwanted bond.  The reality of Alphas and the history of violence, Yonekuni didn’t want to imagine it even happening to Shirou.  He couldn’t let this slip through his fingers, who knew if he would ever have this chance again.

He could tell that Shirou was thinking about his offer.  The silent debate that crossed the Omega’s face, hesitation that seemed more and more frequent.

Shifting back onto his heels, resisting the urge to get closer and catch the scent of Shirou’s pre-heat.  It wasn’t that hard to pick up on the glances that the male sent him, as though he was trying to determine his motivations.  Catching the hesitant nod and the agreeing words, Yonekuni fought back the smile on his face.

Following Shirou back into the classroom, silence following in their wake.  Keeping an eye out for Shirou’s safety as the male grabbed his bag.  Ignoring the way both his classmates and and teacher stared at them, the rumors that would be flying around around about them.  Deep down he knew he should care.  Should care that others would be whispering behind their hands about him and his “friend”.

But at the moment, he didn’t care.  Not when his inner Alpha was buzzing at the prospect of what could happen.  Shoulders rolling as his stance changed to that of daring someone to challenge.

When none came, the victorious feeling rushed through him, though it quickly dissipated during the trek from school to Shirou’s home.

The trip was spent in near silence, glances that he would pretend not to notice.  On one hand, he didn’t fully understand Shirou’s hesitation.  But on the other hand, his reputation with other men wasn’t the best.  He was lucky enough that Shirou had taken him up on his offer to be escorted home to prevent being accosted on the street.

He wasn’t going to lie, though, hoping that Shirou would invite him upstairs.  Maybe be invited to help him through his heat.  But this- this wasn’t what he was expecting.

“Thank you,” the hesitant gratitude from Shirou as the male punched the key code into the gate, holding open the metal door for him.  Closing it behind him, Yonekuni watched as Shirou fished out his keys, opening the door.  The near overwhelming scent that belonged to an Alpha had his hackles starting to rise, Yonekuni wasn’t expecting the grasp on his arm nor the strength of fingers as he was pulled in.  The faint trembling of a body, pale eyes behind glasses that searched his face.

“I was gonna ask you,” the faint confession, voice dropping as Shirou’s body pushed against his, pheromones that he was lucky enough to even get a chance to sniff.

Before he could even think of how to respond to what Shirou had told him, a pause and a breath that was held before Shirou dropped his hold on his arm and quickly stepped away.  Humiliation crossed the Omega’s face, eyes that refused to meet his.  Fingers that had touched him were now curled, the crumbling of a mask that Shirou had been wearing was quickly falling away.

“Oh god-”  A step back and then another, the pheromones that Shirou had been unconsciously giving off had all but disappeared, leaving the unfamiliar scents quickly returning.

“I-I” a thick swallow, Yonekuni could only watch as Shirou tried to curl into himself.  “I don’t know what came over me, I-” A deep breath, then another.  The silence that grew uncomfortable before Shirou spoke.

“I’m sorry about that, Ma-Madarame,” the apology, tone on the verge of trembling before the Shirou caught himself.  “I didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“You can call me Yonekuni,” Yonekuni offered, giving the Omega a smile while hiding the disappointment.  It wasn’t the right time to vocalize his worry and questions.  He didn’t want to let on that the words had hurt him.

It wasn’t about him after all.

“I guess I better go.  I-uh,” he scratched at the back of his neck, trying not to look like he was stalling.  “Are you going to be okay?  I mean, if you’re entering your heat all by yourself.”

The slow shrug of shoulders, Shirou’s gaze flittered to him and then away in shame.

“I’ll be fine.  Normally I would-” the heavy press of lips and the sound that wasn’t meant for him escaped.  “I would just spend it with John.  Not anymore, though.”

Finding it hard to bite back the question about the name, his body stiffening at the implications of Shirou’s words.  Of course Shirou had spent time with others, even if he wanted to ask who John was and why Shirou wasn’t spending time with him.  The last bit had him shivering with disgust, picturing Shirou with another that wasn’t him.

He had to ask Kunimasa about this.  About this uncomfortable feeling that was building up in his chest.

“I understand,” Yonekuni commented after a moment, even if he didn’t understand.

Giving the Omega one last look, Yonekuni closed the door behind him.  Pausing with his back to the door, he let loose a curse that had been curling and rolling on his tongue.  He hadn’t fully thought about his actions and to why he felt such need to occupy Shirou’s attention and that one damn question he wanted to ask.  

The fresh air was enough to clear his head of Shirou’s lingering scent and that of an Alpha, the rush of embarrassment had him laughing at himself and his behavior.  He wasn’t some wet nosed little Alpha, but by the way he was acting, it sure seemed like he was.  The faint trembling of his hands, a mixture of excitement and trepidation rushed through his veins.

Already missing the heady scent that pulled him in, Yonekuni glanced back at the house once more before pushing away from the door.  He was determined to get to the bottom of Shirou being an Omega.

~~

Spending the following day in frustrated state, staring at the clock above the classroom door and then at the open book.  He wasn’t keeping track of what was being said in the classroom, the teacher seeming to pick up on his mood, leaving him alone for the most part.

The seat next to him sat empty for majority of the morning, only becoming occupied when lunch break rolled around.  The strange looks that were sent his way went ignored.  Silent conversations between the two nekomatas, Yonekuni resisted the urge to slam his box down, biting down on the inside of his cheek.  Schooling his expression to that of cool indifference, he released a silent huff that gave away his feelings.

“Go ahead and ask,” Yonekuni said when he caught Norio leaning into Kunimasa once more.

“Well, everyone is talking about what happened yesterday.  I’m wondering how true it is, you know?”  Norio asked, tilting his head to the side as though the lightweight was examining him.  

“Everyone is shocked, but I don’t really believe the rumors I’m hearing, Yonekuni-sempai, so I gotta ask.  Though I personally think it’s just a lie.  I mean, I can’t see you doing that,”  The cat gave a half shrug as he reached for some of his lunch, his hand pausing when a voice spoke up.

“Madarame-kun,” the hesitant words of the teacher that interrupted their conversation.  When Yonekuni looked up, the startled hitch and near jump gave him a little amusement.

“Since you were the one to escort Fujiwara-kun home yesterday, can you deliver the work that he’s going to be missing?  You understand that, right?”  The tight smile that was fake and forced, the teacher fighting to stay in place before him.

Papers that he held, work that was most likely quickly planned out the night before.  It wasn’t hard to figure out that the extra work of planning for just one student was enough to set the teacher on edge.  The fact that the adult was making concessions for just one special student was enough to say that Shirou’s family must have some sort of pull.

Catching the trembling of paper, the flinch as he held out his hand.  If he was in the mood to draw this out, to watch the teacher squirm, he could.  But it wasn’t the time for power play, everyone in the room had stopped their conversations, intent on listening in.

The papers and packets were handed to him, slipped into his bag as the silence in the classroom quickly disappeared as the chatter resumed while the silence between him and the two cats continued.  

“You lied to me, Yonekuni-sempai!”  Norio whispered, pushing aside his half eaten food, leaning forward.

“I didn’t lie to you,” Yonekuni answered back, taking a sip of his drink,.  “You came up with that conclusion yourself, Noririn,” he retorted, chewing at the bottom of his lip.  “I didn’t say anything about what happened.”

Swallowing, he could feel his soul stir uncomfortably.  Resisting the urge to tap his foot in impatience, it was the same feeling he’d been feeling since leaving Shirou’s house the day before.

Watching the look that Kunimasa shared with Norio, one that said ‘He’d find out and let him,’ Yonekuni found himself blurting out:

“What do you know about Fujiwara?”

Eyebrows rose at his question, a breath that would have been a curse before Norio placed a hand on Kunimasa’s arm.  A warm smile that was meant for Norio, Yonekuni turned his attention away.  He was a little jealous of their relationship, the closeness that his brother has with Norio.

“You’re friends with him, Yonekuni, not me,” a heavy sigh as the jaguar leaned forward to rest his elbows on the desk.

“I know that he tends to take off for a few weeks at a time.  At least, he used to.  Whenever he came back, he had a habit of smelling pretty bad.”  Kunimasa wrinkled his nose in disgust.  The smell of other Alphas tended to be off putting.

“I’m surprised that you never noticed it, Yonekuni.  He’d come in after being gone, as though nothing has changed.  I don’t know how he hasn’t failed, he’s been doing this for several years, at least.”

“Where did he go?”  The Alpha side of himself reared up further at the information that Kunimasa was giving him.

“That’s something you’ll have to ask Fujiwara himself,” Kunimasa’s words were harsh to his ears, catching the warning look the jaguar sent to Yonekuni.  A look that told him ‘Are you sure you want to get into this mess?’

He was used to Kunimasa’s worry, used to how his brother would look out for him.  Kunimasa taking their mother’s hand to protect him.  This was just another way that Kunimasa was trying to protect him from the world.

Swallowing back the words on his lips, he bit down his cheek.  He wasn’t sure what he wanted with the Omega, wasn’t sure this rolling ball of emotions inside him that grew.  The fact that Shirou had an Alpha shouldn’t have surprised him, the name that Shirou had mentioned the day before.

Unable to question his actions nor stop himself, he pushed back his chair and grabbed his bag.  Ignoring the slight huff of indignation from the lightweight and the shake of Kunimasa’s head, Yonekuni slipped out of the classroom.  It wasn’t that hard to avoid others as he skipped out of school.

A near empty train ride later and the fence that hadn’t bothered him the day before now loomed before him.  Quick movement at the window caught his attention, his heart picking up in pace only to fall in disappointment at finding out it was just the breeze picking up, moving the curtains.

Licking at his lower lip, Yonekuni took a step backwards, struggling to ignore the heavy feeling in his chest.  Mouth dry, turning his attention away from the window to the metal gate and the intercom that linked the house to the outside world.

The few people that were walking across the street hunched their shoulders and hurried away, as though cross in front of the house made them physically sick.  Steeling himself, Yonekuni pressed the button.  Stomach rolling in anxiousness, brief ringing came through the speaker before a woman’s voice broke through.

“Yes?”

For a brief moment he could swear it felt like he was being watched.  Reasoning with himself that a security camera was nearby, he spoke up.

“My name is Madarame Yonekuni, I’m your son’s classmate.  I have his school work.”

Cursing under his breath, wondering if the woman could tell his nervousness.  Going by the chuckle from the speaker, she knew.

“I see, best come up to the house then,” the final words before the gate was unlocked with a click.

Stepping through the gate and the looming house in front of him, the difference from the day before.  The strange aura that emanated from the house, speaking to the souls of others and Yonekuni swallowed, telling right away of what it was.

A security like system.  Protection.

One that hadn’t been up the day before.  From what he knew, overhearing his mother talking to Karen about such matters, normally security measures like this would take time to set up.  To build layers upon layers, all to protect.  This, though it was a rushed job, was strong enough to leave him uncomfortable to the point that knocking on the door left him fighting back the urge to turn tail and run.  No wonder the pedestrians hurried past the house.

Yonekuni took a step back as the door opened, the lithe form of an older woman and the strength that rolled off her.

Cottonmouth, Yonekuni tried to find the words that needed to be said.  It was rare that one would let their soul loose out in public, but the way her shoulders shifted, her stance becoming that of a predator.  Feeling as though he was being scrutinized, Yonekuni steeled himself.  He is a heavyweight, after all.  It wouldn’t do him any good to challenge her authority when she was trying to protect her family.

Trying not to wince at the overpowering scent of Alpha, Yonekuni took a deep breath in the attempts of filtering out her scent.  Catching her doing the same thing, her posture changed to one of being on edge.  Her eyes narrowed at his movement, his bag that he opened for the packets of paper that he had been tasked to deliver.

“Here,” Yonekuni said, the papers in his hands were thrust towards the woman.

Pale eyebrows that were furrowed rose as her questioning gaze looked him over.

“What do you want?”  Her words were blunt, arms crossed over her chest as fingers clenched into the fabric of her shirt.

“What?”

“I asked you.  What.  Do.  You.  Want?”  

The curl of her lip, the hair on the back of his neck stood.  Swallowing past the lump in his throat, the rational side of himself knew that this woman, this Alpha was trying to protect her son.  Gritting down on his back teeth, Yonekuni tried to keep his emotions from showing on his face.  It wouldn’t help him in pissing off an overprotective mother.

“I’m Shirou’s-”

The purse of lips before he corrected himself. 

I’m his classmate, a friend.  I guess?”

When the long haired woman gave him nothing to work from, he could only sigh.

“I sit next to him at school and was asked to give him this week’s assignments.”

“So you’re here to give him his homework.  That doesn’t explain as to why you’re here so early,” the smirk that crossed her face, pointing out that he had skipped the rest of school just so he could give the Omega the work.  Work that could have waited till the end of the school day.

The rush of heat to his cheeks, embarrassment that filled him.  Cursing his foolish decisions, he caught the curling of lips in a knowing smile.

“I see how you are.  I’ll make sure that Shirou gets them.”  The gaze on him intensified, watching as the woman took the papers he held.  “That wasn’t so hard, hmm?”  Amusement laced her voice, having fun at his expense.

“Is he-”  Yonekuni caught himself, clearing his throat, trying not to seem too eager to get ahold of any information about the Omega.  “Is he okay?”

Eyebrows rose, the amusement sliding away from her face.

“You mean Shirou?”

At his nod, a genuine smile graced her face, no hint of her previous demeanor.

“He’s doing okay, for the time being.  He’s usually-”  She caught herself, shaking her head.  “I’ll let Shirou know that you asked about him.”  The papers she held were lifted, her stance changing as she turned away and back into the house.  

With the door closing behind her, the click of a lock, Yonekuni waited a moment.  Chewing on his lower lip, giving the door one last look over.  It wasn’t hard to let his mind wander and imagine.

About what, though, wasn’t something he wanted to vocalize to anyone just yet.

His soul knew, though.

You melt on my tongue like snow

Title: You melt on my tongue like snow
Rating: Teen to Mature
Series: Red Dead Redemption, Sex Pistols
Pairings/Couples: John Marston/Fujiwara Shirou
Part of: ABO Universe: Set further into the future of John & Shirou’s relationship.
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
Summary:  With the holidays coming up, Shirou “gives up” on trying to get John to visit.  He knew he shouldn’t have ventured out into the middle of that damn snow storm.
Notes: I have no excuse.  I could say that it’s my depression or anxiety that just sits on my shoulder.  It’s everything and nothing.  I’m afraid, at times, that I’m going to give up writing.  There are moments that it feels as though it just becomes a chore, even if I enjoy coming up with these stories.  Title doesn’t really make any sense.  It’s been over a year since I wrote an ABO story.

Pulling his jacket closer, despite being zipped up, he struggled to burrow deeper into the clothing while mumbling under his breath.  Curses that slipped off the tip of his tongue as the cold dug deeper into his bones.  His normally elevated body heat was dropping rapidly the longer he walked back up the street.  How the hell did he get it into his head to go down to the corner store in the middle of a snow storm before he sighed.

He knew the reason, knew what pushed him out of his warm apartment to the frigid evening.

The loneliness that had been eating at him for the past few weeks.  Always at the back of his mind, creeping up on him while he studied.  It hadn’t been so bad a week ago, being around his roommate was enough to keep it at bay.  With books open as they worked on their individual assignments.  The friendship that he had forged with the Omega that was working on wanting to become a Cardiologist.  A class or two that they shared was enough to settle a somewhat comfortable atmosphere in the apartment that they shared.

But it was the start of the holidays, one that was usually spent with friends and family, and the one person he wanted to be with during this time had turned him down when he called several weeks before.  So he was left alone for the last few weeks of the month.

Shirou knew he should be used to rejections, the Alpha having turned him down multiple times before.  Each time with no explanation and he never asked nor did he demand an answer.  The clenching feeling in his stomach would get tighter every time.  If he were younger, he would spend the time with his parents when they had the time to spare.  But now that he was away from home, studying to finalize his dream, his parents decided to spend the holidays among themselves.

The weight of the bottle in his pocket reminded him of the reason he left the confines of the apartment and the reason he was ducking his head to avoid the blowing snow.  Stumbling over the snow, he wasn’t expecting the strong hands on his shoulders to keep him from falling on his face.

“What’re you doing out here?”

Shirou tried to squint through the snowflakes that covered the lenses of his glasses, barely making out the figure in front of him.

“John?”

The rough shake of a head that he could make out as he was guided away.  Feeling as though his head was buzzing, maybe the cold was getting to him more than he thought, swearing he could feel the weight of John’s arm around his shoulders, the squeeze and the scent that he could follow forever.

“What is with you?  You get yourself into trouble without any help,” the snort from the older man.  

“Here I was thinking I could surprise you and you weren’t answering the door or your phone.”

Shirou struggled to come up with an answer, confusion filling his mind.

“What are you doing here?  I thought you didn’t want to see me?”  Shirou found himself asking after a moment, the glow of the apartment building guiding them in through the swirling of snow.  He could feel John tense up beside him, the grip on his shoulder tightening before the huff that resembled agitation.

“Where the hell did you get such an idea?”  The gruff answer, a hand against his back as though to push him through the door that John held open for him.

“You told me not to bother this year, even though I asked you several times-“

“I was wanting to surprise you.”

For a fleeting moment Shirou swore he heard affection in John’s voice.  He could only wish that the older man before him was feeling the same way.  Heart pounding, pheromones the clouded his head.  The swelling of his heart and the rushing pounding that accompanied it.

“I just-” a sigh that trailed off into a him as snow was brushed away and fogged glasses that John easily plucked off.

The hat that the Alpha normally wore around the ranch was gone, scarred cheeks red from the cold.  He found himself reaching up, tracing those scars and the slight scruff that was growing back.  Losing count of how many times he enjoyed the burn of John’s stubble against his skin.  He enjoyed the smooth skin when the male shaved, the few times he was around when John felt like shaving.

“This was going to be a surprise,” John admitted, his gaze searching his face before turning away.  “You’re always the one to visit.  What do I have there during the holidays?”  The lifting of on shoulder in a slight shrug.

For a moment he thought John was embarrassed, the thickening of John’s musk as the Alpha responded to the scent his body was giving off.  Fighting back the whimper as fingers curled around the back of his neck.  Chewing on his bottom lip, Shirou found himself leaning back into John’s grip.

“Me,” Shirou whispered, tilting his head back to enjoy the callouses on John’s fingers.  “I wanted to be there with you.  It doesn’t matter to me that it’s always me that visits.  I know you’re busy,” he chuckled softly, licking at his bottom lip.  “You’re always working and I want to be there to support you, even if it’s only for a small amount of time before I leave again.”

He watched as John’s gaze focused on his lips, slightly parted and waiting to be taken in a kiss.  If John were to read his mind, he would understand more than what he was vocalizing.  Neck aching in the way that only an Omega knew.  Swallowing back the whine of disappointment as John’s hand dropped away as the Alpha stepped back and Shirou found himself following the movement.

For a moment he thought John was embarrassed, the thickening of John’s musk as the Alpha responded to the scent his body was giving off.  Fighting back the whimper as fingers curled around the back of his neck.  Chewing on his bottom lip, Shirou found himself leaning back into John’s grip.

 

“Me,” Shirou whispered, tilting his head back to enjoy the callouses on John’s fingers.  “I wanted to be there with you.  It doesn’t matter to me that it’s always me that visits.  I know you’re busy,” he chuckled softly, licking at his bottom lip.  “You’re always working and I want to be there to support you, even if it’s only for a small amount of time before I leave again.”

He watched as John’s gaze focused on his lips, slightly parted and waiting to be taken in a kiss.  If John were to read his mind, he would understand more than what he was vocalizing.  Neck aching in the way that only an Omega knew.  Swallowing back the whine of disappointment as John’s hand dropped away as the Alpha stepped back and Shirou found himself following the movement.

 

“I wanted to be there,” the John admitted, head tilting to the side as Shirou scented him.  A sound of approval, a key pulled out and handed to John.  Shirou couldn’t help nosing in closer, the scent that would tickle at the back of his mind when he was alone was now making his head cloudy and dizz, wanting nothing more than to show John how much he appreciated the gesture.  Chewing on his lower lip, pulling away as John unlocked the door and guided him inside.

 

Ready to shoulder off his jacket, the bottle that he had ventured out into the weather pulled him back to his senses.  Pulling the bottle out and setting it on the counter, Shirou shrugged off his jacket to toss over the back of a chair before grabbing two glass tumblers.  Out of the corner of his eye, he caught John looking around the apartment, a whistle on his lips as he removed his jacket to join Shirou’s coat.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Shirou said as he broke the seal on the bottle, pouring some of the whiskey, the faint scent of the cinnamon whiskey was enough to bring John closer, pressing against his back.  Biting down on the inside of his cheek, the shudder that ran through him.  Struggling not to drop the bottle, Shirou managed to set the glass on the counter as arms wrapped around him and lips moved at the shell of his ear.

Whispers of perversion that had him shuddering, the hand that slipped into his pants to curl around his flesh.  He tried not to buck into John’s grasp, the Alpha already knew how much he wanted.  Lips curling around fingertips that reached for his mouth, taking the digits in and savoring the taste of John himself.

The tumblers of whiskey were forgotten, spilling as hands pushed in attempt to make some sort of purchase along the counter, only the scent of cinnamon that mixed in with John’s pheromones would be enough to get him through the silence when he was alone.  The memory of rough hands grasping at his hips would be enough to get through the nights.

Biting down on his lower lip hard enough for the spike of pain, Shirou knew that he was just lying to himself.  It wasn’t enough.

Would never be enough.

When jealousy eats at you and all you can do is sit there

Title: When jealousy eats at you and all you can do is sit there
Rating: Teen
Series: Sex Pistols, Archer
Pairings/Couples/Characters: Fujiwara Shirou, Madarame Yonekuni
Part of: Sex, Spies and other small lies
Beta: None, all mistakes are my own
For: Stephanie, who has been cheering me one and helping me so much with this universe
Summary:  Yonekuni has to tag along on Shirou’s mission, getting his first taste of what the male actually does.  During this, he finds out somethings that doesn’t sit well with him.  But it’s not like he has a choice about what Shirou does for his job.  After all, it wasn’t his place to voice his objection.
Notes:  Still going strong (slow).  This was written down in a notebook as a rough draft, the next part hasn’t been written out yet, so it’ll be a while for the next part.  There’s rough drafts for my Red Dead Redemption/Sex Pistols stories, so those will be typed up while I write out a rough draft for the next part.

Rolling emotions left him unsettled, the surging of jealousy with anger rising and mixing. Yonekuni tried to to push these emotions down as he leaned further into the table, ignoring the chattering and hesitant looks that were sent his way.  It wasn’t hard to guess that those around him were catching onto his emotions and his attitude, giving him the space that his body was silently giving off.  That hadn’t stopped someone from approaching him a while ago, taking a seat next to him, watching him for her own amusement.

The clearing of a throat, the drink that he had forgotten was pushed towards him.  The wafting scent from the side, a hand that crept up his leg.  Swallowing quietly, he stilled himself as he eyed the table nearby, he wasn’t used to older woman with such strength as the one next to him to approach him.

His gaze flitted from where he had been watching Shirou work to the older woman and her sharp gaze.

“You shouldn’t be so jealous,” the husky voice whispered, her free hand reaching for her drink while her occupied inched up further.  “You told him how you feel, haven’t you?”

Yonekuni paused, reaching for his glass.  He wanted to tell her that the feelings he was having was just infatuation, nothing more than just a boyhood crush.  But he didn’t know how far down his feelings ran, never actually stopped to think about what he was feeling.  His eyes turned back towards the table to watch as Shirou leaned in, the ache in his chest growing.  He didn’t like that feeling at all.

“I barely know him. And I as hell don’t know how I feel,” he muttered, downing it in one gulp.  Ignoring the burning the liquid left in his throat, he stared down at the table as though the wood had all the answers that he wanted to know.

“So tell him,” long fingers found purchase along his lap, teasing fingers that lingered for a moment before slipping away, causing him to look up at her once more.  “There’s nothing wrong with just confessing, even if you’re not sure how you feel.  You wouldn’t believe how sometimes just admitting to some kind of feelings leads to what someone wishes. Unless,” the older woman paused, eyeing him with suspicion that didn’t didn’t match the tone of her voice, “this is nothing but a joke to you.”

Chewing on the inside of his cheek, Yonekuni tore his gaze away, unsettled by the way the woman was now eyeing him.  When she had first started touching him, he had thought that the woman wanted sex, something he would have taken up in a heartbeat weeks ago.  That wasn’t what the vibe he was getting now, feeling as though he was under scrutiny by a predator, a feeling that was completely foreign to him

Already agitated and ready to tell the woman off, it was the sight of the empty table and the fact that Shirou was walking away with the man stop him.  Watching as the man Shirou had been talking to pause to pay for their tab.

Ready to push back his chair and storm over, Yonekuni paused when Shirou glanced over at him.  From across the room, dim enough to give everyone just a little privacy, he could see the older male’s expression.  The one finger that was held up, silencing him.  The nod towards him, though he couldn’t tell if it was towards him or the woman, going by the tension seeping away and the brush of fingers against his arm that turned into a gentle squeeze before falling away.

“He’ll be back,” amusement that laced her voice, lips curled up before she waved at a passing waiter to quietly request another drink.  A sharp nod from the waiter, leaving only to return quickly with another glass, placed just opposite of them and the empty chair.

“How do you know that?”  The harshness of his voice didn’t surprise the woman, eyebrows raising slowly.  Looking as though she had caught her prey, her lips curved into a smile

“You’re the first person he has ever brought with him that he didn’t work with,” a sidelong glance at him and if he were just looking at the surface, he would have thought the tone of her voice was nothing but teasing.  But years of living with a mother like his taught him that the surface was nothing but a lie.  The chuckle the woman gave was enough to prove him right.

“What makes you so special?  I wonder,” a look that resembled curiosity, though Yonekuni couldn’t be sure, as the woman thought and looked him over.  Low hums before the sound of a ping from her phone pulled her from her thoughts and her appraisal of him.

“You still haven’t answered my question,” he commented after a minute of silence, having waited until she was done with her phone.

“I would say that it really isn’t any of your business to how I know.  I could easily tell you, but where’s the fun it that?”  A shrug of a shoulder, though her body language was different from her attitude.

Which changed instantly as a true smile crossed her face as Shirou approached the table.  For the briefest moment, one that she would later deny to him, her control over her soul slipped.  The warm hug that she pulled Shirou into and the murmured words that he didn’t catch.  It was easy to see the warmth between the older woman and Shirou, and while the atmosphere was anything but sexual, Yonekuni couldn’t help the feeling of envy of how relaxed and comfortable Shirou was around the woman.

In the time he had spent with Shirou, the male hadn’t been this relaxed.  Biting back a sigh, Yonekuni was about to look away to give them privacy when the hand on his shoulder had him turning his attention back towards the two.

“I see you’re getting along well with my mom,” Shirou commented with a fond smile as he reached for the glass that the woman had ordered.

Yonekuni paused for a moment, letting Shirou’s words sink in.

The woman that had bought him a drink, felt him up while talking about his feelings, was Shirou’s mom.  The heavyweight cat to his side, one who looked nothing like the wolf.  Working his jaw, running through the questions he wanted to ask, it took Shirou downing the drink in a few swallows before placing the glass back onto the table.  Eyes that darted from him to his watch before worrying his bottom lip.

“You didn’t have to use your other tricks, did you?”  Shirou’s mother asked, concern lacing her voice.

This caused Yonekuni to lean forward in his seat, eyeing the two figures with more curiosity and focused on the woman’s expression.

Shoulders that tensed a little, lips that pressed down to hold back a sound before a short shake of his head.  The comfortable atmosphere had evaporated quickly with a heavy sigh.

“You know I shouldn’t actually say anything, mom.  And the fact that you know such information could get me into trouble with Malory.  But no, I didn’t.”  A glance around the room by Shirou, Yonekuni pushed his chair away and stood up before Shirou could say anything.  It wasn’t hard to tell that this sort of conversation between mother and son would be better in private.

The grateful look Shirou sent him was enough to ease back the worry, a genuine smile crossed the older male’s face.  For a brief moment it looked as though the woman’s ears had appeared, flattening back against her head, but it couldn’t be what he saw.  The shake of her head, a sigh that he wasn’t supposed to hear.

“Come on, we can head back to the room to talk,” Shirou motioned with his head towards the elevators.

“I wouldn’t think you would be here, mom,” Shirou tossed over his shoulder as he pressed the button for the elevator, turning to see the flicker of a smile on her lips.

“You know how it goes, Shirou, trying to keep everyone on their toes.  But being honest, there were some reports filed that I needed to check in on.  It’s just a coincidence that I would be at the same hotel as you,” a raised eyebrow from Shirou as they entered the elevator and the laugh from the woman.

“Okay, you got me.  When you called to make a reservation, I made sure to be here when you arrived.  You’re no fun.  I just haven’t seen you in a while, so I came here.  I do have work to do here though, so I can only talk for a little bit before I start on actually working.”

Confusion wasn’t new to him lately and Yonekuni was lost at their conversation, struggling to keep up with what was being said.  It took him a moment that Shirou was looking at him, eyebrows drawn before clearing up.

“Sorry if this is so confusing,” Shirou confessed as he lead them away from the elevator once it reached their floor, “I forgot that I never actually introduced you to my mom and she, well,” a shrug of his shoulders, “you’ll find out.”

“Boo,” Shirou’s mother’s voice followed, stepping inside the hotel room and closing the door with a click.  “Really Shirou, you’re no fun.  But he’s right, I’m Saitou Makoto and Shirou’s mother.”

“So that fully explains why you felt the need to touch me?”  Yonekuni took a seat, enjoying the uncomfortable look that crossed her face and the widening of Shirou’s eyes.  “I’m not mad, but I was just wondering why you would approach a seventeen year old and just,” a wave of his hand as he enjoyed the situation he was causing, almost as fun as seeing Shirou flustered.

“I was just seeing if you were just there for a quick fuck-”

“Mom!” Shirou’s voice, face flushed with embarrassment.  “He’s my ward-  I mean, I guarding him.  I was hired as a bodyguard for him by his mother.”

“Mother?”  The steel in her voice, shoulders tensing as she stood up straight, her attention zooming in on him.

“Yeah, this is Madarame Yonekuni.  His mother hired me to be his bodyguard-”

Ignoring Shirou’s words, Makoto moved away from her spot and towards where Yonekuni was sitting.  Working her jaw and pressing her lips into a thin line, she breathed deeply as though she was struggling to control her anger.

“Your mother is Makio, correct?”

At his nod, she inhaled a hiss of a breath, taking in the information for a moment before turning back to Shirou, her tone conveying emotions that she hadn’t voiced.

“I’ll see you later, Shirou.  Give me a call whenever you can.  Stay safe, you know I worry about you.  And you,” a cool look towards him, “If I were you, I’d be very careful.  I don’t trust you nor your mother, there’s always something up with the Madarame.”

Yonekuni bristled at Makoto’s tone, the thinly veiled threat didn’t sit well.  Opening his mouth to retort, he didn’t have a chance as Makoto turned on her heel and moved quickly out of the room, leaving him staring at the closed door.

“What the hell was that?  Shirou, c’mon, you gotta tell me,” Yonekuni nearly leapt out of his chair to pace along the spacious room.

“There was an incident or two when I was younger, with your mother,” Shirou sighed, taking a seat at the edge of one of the beds.  “You once asked how I knew your mother, correct?”

At Yonekuni’s nod, Shirou continued.

“My mom was the one who found out about Makio having me “work” for her.  She has never forgiven your mother for tricking me-”

“How can she trick you?  You were eighteen, weren’t you?”  Yonekuni found himself asking, knowing only the basic of details of his mother’s business.  He wasn’t expecting the bark of a laugh that held a touch of bitterness, the way Shirou dragged his hand down the front of his face to cup his chin.

“Is that what she tells you?  That she waits until someone is of legal and age consent to approach?  I thought you were smarter than that, Yonekuni.  No, she approached me when I was fifteen.  That-”  Shirou swallowed and licked his lips, struggling to keep from letting the young blond know how much that had affected him.  “That’s a story for another time.”

Stopping his pacing, Yonekuni eyed and watched as Shirou tried to hide the nervousness that his question had raised.  This was a completely new side to his bodyguard, one that he wasn’t sure was actually real.  Realizing that he was stepping out of line, Yonekuni took a seat next to Shirou.

“Back there, earlier, in the lounge.  What were you really up to?  Why did you mom mention “other tricks“?  And how is a cat, one that’s stronger than you, your mom?”  Yonekuni drew in a breath, struggling to put a lid on the questions that he just wants answered.

“What do you think I was doing?  Just flirting with someone for fun?  Because let me tell you, it’s not fun.  Sure, the first few times it is, but after all this time, it’s not.”  Shirou shook his head, glancing at him before turning his attention to the floor and gathered his memories.

“Yonekuni, how do you think I get the Intel that I need?  I’m normally not a bodyguard, you know that-”

“So you’re a spy?”  A quirk of lips as he tried to lighten the mood, a small smile was his answer in return.

“I guess you can say that, I prefer the term “Covert Agent” to spy,” a shrug of a shoulder.  “So I can’t just walk up to them and start asking questions without raising suspicion.  So what other way is there for me?  Majority of them are just simple setups.  Approach them, buy them a drink or two.  And then, my pheromones lure them into a false sense of security.  None of them remember meeting me afterwards.”

Another shrug, teeth worrying a bottom lip before a heavy sigh as Shirou’s shoulders drooped a little.

“I might as well tell you, since I have to bring you.  The targets I’m given have information that I need.  And the best way to get that information?  Attention.  Heavyweights tend to bask and live for attention.  Regular humans and light to middleweights, I have no problem with just my pheromones.  But when it comes to heavyweights, my pheromones aren’t enough to get them hooked.”

Shirou tensed beside him, silent for a moment before opening his mouth a few times.  A rising flush to his cheeks.

“I use my body,” Shirou cleared his throat, staring down at his hands.  “You know, my coworkers think it’s funny.  That it’s so easy, lure them into bed and let them fuck me.  But it’s so much more,” Shirou’s words trailed off into a whisper.  “It sounds so much better when I don’t have to explain it,” Shirou laughed to himself.

Yonekuni could feel the tension building along his skin, the jealousy that he had been ignoring earlier rose up.  Wanting to question the male and demand answers he didn’t have the right to know.  Instead, he pushed himself to his feet and moved to the mini fridge to grab two bottles of water before returning back to his seat next to the older male.  Handing one to Shirou while opening his, he heard the low murmur of thanks.

“I guess, you’ve got to do what you got to do to get the job done,” Yonekuni offered after taking a drink.  “I can’t judge you for that.”

‘Even if I want to be the one you sleep with,’ his mind provided.

He wanted to ask Shirou about it more, wanted to know more about why and how.  But at the same time, he couldn’t stomach the information.  It was already hard enough to not picture Shirou with someone, anyone.

“I’m telling you this because-  Well, I’m used to working alone, none of my coworkers really want to be partnered with me.  So I’m used to dealing with the aftermath of everything.  They won’t remember the few hours, won’t remember even meeting me.  But that takes a lot out of me,” Shirou took another drink of water, attempting to wash away the embarrassment and the shame.

It wasn’t like he was ashamed at using his body.  He was ashamed at the reaction Yonekuni was giving him.  He enjoyed sex and the targets he had in the past were good looking and enjoyable, giving him the outlet he needed without the hangups of a relationship.

“You know, you still haven’t told me about your mom,” Yonekuni offered, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had built while he had gotten lost in his thoughts.

Cracking a smile, Shirou shook his head to clear away the thoughts and confessions, knocking his shoulder against Yonekuni’s.

“What’s there to tell?  Makoto adopted me when my parents died when I was a kid.  She’s, well, she’s my mom.  I remember my birth mom, but Makoto-  She’s the one that stepped up and took me in.  And if you ever ask her, she’ll tell you stories about me.  True or not, she’ll talk your ear off.  But,” tilting his head back to stare up at the ceiling before closing his eyes.  After a long day, he was tired.  Even if he hadn’t done as much as he normally would do.

“Don’t be scared of her.  She’s protective, she cares and worries.  I’m sure your family does the same when it comes to you.”

Shirou startled, a hand on his arm and the hesitant look before Yonekuni rested his head on his shoulder.  Swallowing past the lump that appeared in his throat, Shirou ignored the way his heart lurched in his chest, ignored the way it started to pound and ignored the faintest trembling of his hand as he raised it to smooth away blond hair.

“Yeah,” Yonekuni agreed quietly, closing his eyes.