Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/3276332. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage Category: M/M Fandom: ノラガミ_|_Noragami Relationship: Yato/Yukine Character: Yato_(Noragami), Yukine_(Noragami) Stats: Published: 2015-02-02 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 1909 ****** Undo ****** by blacksoles Summary Yukine is sure something's going terribly wrong with his head lately. Yato definitely agrees. Yukine is sure something's going terribly wrong with his head lately. He internally scolds himself and looks away from Yato coming from the bathroom. The god plops onto a cushion, face peaceful and a bit flushed, with a towel around his neck and damp hair strands sticking to his forefront and cheeks. His usual tracksuit jacket is in the washing machine -this involved much begging from Hiyori- and only his white t-shirt clings to his slightly damp torso. Yukine looks away. Again. He clicks his tongue in annoyance. 'The bathroom's all yours, Yukine,' the god smiles contently, still into a bath-induced haze. There it goes, the soft curve of Yato's pale neck as he puts the towel aside and starts preparing two futons to sleep. 'Why do I always have to go after you? The water must be cold by now. And dirty', Yukine huffs and stands up, taking his pyjamas with him. 'Hey! Show some respect brat!' 'When you deserve it!' Yukine sticks his tongue out at his master as he exits the room, heading downstairs. Some cursing follows after him, increasingly muffled as he steps away. Fortunately, the water in the tub is still warm. The boy strips, shivering, and gets the water running quickly to shower and get into the tub as fast as possible. He sighs. Maybe the only time he is completely, completely alone these days is when bathing, he realises. He feels himself relax into the warm water, some of his tension going away. It's not the first time Yukine surprises himself staring. When they eat together with Koufuku and Daikoku, his eyes will follow Yato's chopsticks as he stuffs his mouth with white rice, follow beer droplets down his chin when he drinks too quickly, trace the outline of his neck as he gulps. When Yato changes clothes -it is difficult to believe, but he does sometimes- Yukine pretends he is not looking when actually all of his attention is sucked into every little movement and brushing of fabric against skin. In the chilly winter mornings when he often wakes up to find Yato close to him, searching for his warmth, he cannot help but to stay quiet in place, holding his breath, and take the chance to observe the other up-close. Drink him in. With his cheeky mouth shut and his often-scorning eyes placidly closed the god is a thousand times more pleasant to look at, and the word 'beautiful' crosses Yukine's mind before he can stop it. He wants to smack himself every time it happens. He really does. Even though Yato supposedly gets pinched when Yukine's thinking something dirty, it may not work when the thoughts are about him. The egocentric god doesn't seem to realise his regalia's attention, and if he does, he probably assumes it is out of adoration (finally!) towards his master. He just keeps on boasting loudly, lying lazily around, demanding Yukine's obedience and mainly getting them into trouble. Yukine doesn't get it. Not after so much time thinking of Hiyori as the cutest, sweetest girl that could possibly exist. Not after having suffered quite a few traumatic experiences both as a spirit and weapon under Yato's command. But the pull is growing stronger, even if he hates it. Even if he is trying to get away from it with all his might. For once he agrees with Yato in that being a teenager is indeed troublesome. Yukine might be a kid, but he was not that young when he died. He knows what the telltale heat in his groin means. He knows, that his gut twisting when Yato gets close to whisper something is not sickness. He wishes it was. He really does as he fists his erection and thinks of raven hair and pale skin, straight, flat muscles rather than Hiyori's subtle curves. He tries to keep as quiet as possible and the water in the tub seems to protect him somehow from what's going on under the surface. He whimpers a little as he pictures hands stronger than his gripping him, caressing him, rubbing long fingers along-. 'Oi Yukine! Gonna sleep in the bathroom today or what? I'm waiting up here! I'll turn the light off, I warn you!' Yato's voice pierces through the wood and paper walls and Yukine makes a startled jump, splashing water everywhere. His face turns impossibly red as he hears Koufuku giggling somewhere in the house. The boy sighs again, his previous excitement withering away but the tension still there. He really needs to do something about this before it gets out of hand.   (-)   'I thought you said you were going to turn the lights off,' Yukine mocks, but Yato is already lying on his futon, fully covered and facing the opposite wall. A small bedside lamp in a corner chases the darkness away. The god seems to be asleep already despite the faint light in the room, and Yukine's stomach twists a little because he is aware the lamp has been left on for him. 'Whatever,' the boy murmurs as he gets the last droplets out of his hair with his towel. There is a bright full moon outside today, so he decides to turn the lamp off before slipping under the blanket of his futon besides Yato's. 'Night, brat,' comes the quiet whisper from his master, and Yukine mumbles in response, sleep falling heavy upon him. His breath comes out in puffs and moans, hands on him almost literally taking the air out of his lungs as they press on his chest, wander lazily over his hardened nipples, dance down gracing his abdomen. Every single inch of his skin is ablaze making the cold fingertips tracing patterns on his hips a welcome touch. He feels his hips bucking, thrusting forward in search of more contact, more of those calloused hands, more of those half-parted lips, more. He is panting, shame long banished by need. It just feels too good to be this close, to grind against him, to be engulfed into his body. 'Ya-...' The first syllable echoes in Yukine's ears and that is when he realises he is talking aloud in his sleep. Still trapped in the dream, his brain fights to wake up and regain control. When the fog finally starts to dissipate and he opens his eyes, he feels he might as well die, once again, right there, right now. And it would be much, much better. The blanket over him is a tangled mess and the two futons are in disarray. He is pressed close to Yato, flushed cock hard against his tight through his pyjamas, legs intertwined. Yato's arms embrace him over his shoulder and under his neck, and Yukine's hands tightly grasp the god's t-shirt, pulling his sleeping face close. Judging from the state of affairs, he has just woken up from a wet dream which included dry-humping his master. And that's not even the best part. The best is that he can still feel his erection throbbing painfully against Yato's firm tight. Yukine has never felt this mortified in his life. Nor death. Holding his breath, he disentangles himself carefully from the sleeping god and turns his back to him. Yato's arms still wrap around his neck, but Yukine is too afraid to move further away or remove them. He bites his lip to silence a small moan when he feels the fabric of his underwear rubbing against his sensitive member. He has been holding it back for too long now. Careful not to move too much and keeping his breathing under control he reaches under the hem of his pants. Please, let it be quick. And please, let it be satisfying enough so that he can stop thinking about Yato, or his nether parts, or both together, for a while. He gasps softly when his own cold fingers touch his burning skin, just like in the dream. He can almost pretend it is not his hand. He can almost pretend that- 'Yukine' A feathery touch on his neck and then Yato's arm is wrapping around him, pressing him close. Yukine's eyes open wide in shock and he lets out a startled gasp, but the following sounds he makes are muffled by Yato's hand over his mouth. 'Shhh' The god presses his lips close to Yukine's ear, then kisses his nape softly. Yukine might be screaming in panic if not for the hand clasping his mouth, keeping him still, breathing raggedly through his nose, eyes still wide. There is some quiet rustling under the blanket and Yukine feels Yato's other hand on his hipbone, carefully rotating him backwards until he feels his lower back pressing against the other's pelvis. Yukine tries to protest, or at least to question what he is doing, when Yato's hand slips under his pyjamas and underwear in a swift movement and caresses him tentatively. Something in his mind explodes. He outright moans against the fingers on his lips, his hips bucking forward. 'Stay still, Yukine,' Yato's voice whispers in his ear, unusually cool and low, a tint of command, and it sends shivers down the boy's spine. He has never heard Yato talking like this before. Yukine realises he would beg him to continue if he had to. Yato's hand is suddenly enveloping around his erection, caressing his length with the nimble, calloused fingers he is so used to feeling on him when turned into a blade. He presses Yukine against him to keep the boy from moving too much and works his way all down to the base, then back to the tip, coating his fingers with the sticky substance he finds there. Yato takes his time, seemingly undisturbed by the fact his fingers are getting soiled all over, deliberately smearing the precum along the shaft with steady strokes. Yukine's gasps through Yato's fingers sound strangely loud in the quiet room. He can feel the burn in his cheeks, his ears, his stomach. Yukine whimpers when Yato presses his mouth on his nape, not softly this time, but tasting his skin, nipping, licking a trail of saliva down his neck that leaves the boy trembling. He has had experience with masturbation before. But never like this. It only takes a few more jerks of the god's hand and the rhythm of his hips turns erratic. Yato's pace grows rougher, demanding. Yukine bites down hard on Yato's fingers as his back arches, pleasure running through him like and electric pulse. 'Ah... aah... Ya-to' He collapses back onto de futon and against Yato's frame, breath coming out in ragged pants and gasps, cheeks flushed red. Yato removes the hand on his mouth to allow him to breathe freely, and retrieves the other one from his pants. Yukine hears him fumbling and suddenly feels the dry touch of tissue on him, slightly cleaning the mess in his pants. He doesn't know how to react or what to do next, but Yato decides for him by moving the hand that was previously placed over his mouth up his face, and placing it gently over his eyes this time. 'Rest' Yukine feels exhaustion suddenly washing over him. He tries to fight it back and squirms a bit, but Yato's grip is firm on him and his eyelids turn heavy, his senses growing numb quickly. A spell, maybe? A few seconds later Yukine's eyes close under the god's hand and the boy is quickly dragged into deep sleep.   Please drop_by_the_archive_and_comment to let the author know if you enjoyed their work!