“You’re mine~”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Indeed,” Hatori breathed, his lips ghosting along the snake’s forehead, down his cheek, and then along his feminine jawline. “Just as I am yours in mind, body, and soul…” The words trailed off, the dragon’s mouth now occupied with leaving little love bites along the serpent’s neck- more or less as a way to subtly mark his partner as his territory. They didn’t have long before they needed to return to banquet, and no doubt, a certain drunken canine would come looking to Ayame for some attention after Akito halted his advances.

Hatori had no intentions of sharing Ayame; not now, not ever- but particularly, not tonight. The proud dragon had laid claim on the ever-fashionable snake this evening, 

Shigure would have to wait his turn.

It was ridiculous, the side of the succinct doctor that Ayame was able to coax out of him. Currently, Hatori was gently nibbling on his earlobe and pawing at him like an adolescent– certainly unbecoming for a man pushing thirty. Even so, he pulled away after a few moments and held eye contact with those golden, murky hues of Ayame’s. "Should we go further… Or shall we return to that pathetic excuse for a New Year’s banquet?“

“Hatori let me touch you.”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “You wish to touch me?” Hatori whispered, his monotone voice no louder than the flap of a butterfly’s wings, and twice as fragile. The dragon regarded her warily, not used to Akito being the one to initiate such activities, after all, he knew her proclivity for denying that which most men would seek. It was that little inclination that intrigued him- Akito was a prize to be won, in his eyes, he had never considered her to be easy. He was sure there were others who would disagree, but he would never regard his God in that way.

Her word was law, and if she deigned to tell him that he was about to be touched by her, far be it from him to disobey. Lowering closer to the ground, the dragon kept his grey gaze trained on her as he shifted into the seiza position. Trembling fingers were already reaching up to tug at his suddenly much-too-restricting tie- a half-assed attempt to undress for her, but his nerves were making his diligent hands all but useless.

It was then that he felt a coldness against his cheek; one of her bony, chilling little fingers stroking the skin underneath the layer of thick bangs on his left-side. It was enough to shoot a shiver down his spine, that was, before he relaxed into her touch. Eyes fluttering shut, Hatori gave the happiest, and quietest of sighs, finding comfort in God’s touch- the likes of which an outside would never know, nor ever understand.

“Akito,” Hatori breathed, his twitchy fingers now reaching out and treading carefully as he tried to tug her into his lap. “Just like this. This is the kind of touch I would like tonight, I…” I just want you to touch me here, I don’t want to spoil this moment. “Just… Please, keep your hand right here.” Reaching up, Hatori placed his own much-larger hand over hers, cradling it against his cheek ever so gingerly. “Just like this.”

Wait, did I miss something? o.o Why do you hate redture?

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “This little wench has the gall to not only insult my family’s curse, insult my zodiac form– even AS she constantly turns me into my other form against my will– but she has also threatened my life time and time again. She uses every opportunity she has to poke fun at me, including in her conversations with others. She undermines my authority as her elder, refuses to allow me to erase her memories, and transforms any time I draw even slightly close to her. If I were able to rip my own arm off and beat her with it, I would. That little hussy is infuriating. If I never saw her again, it would be too soon.”

“Hatori…” His hands instinctively reached curling into Hatori’s and smiled at him as the gym leader kissed the side of his cheek drawing the doctor closer before planting a gentle kiss upon his lips and slide their foreheads together. “Welcome home.”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——
“Well, hello to you as well,” Hatori murmured, taken aback by the sudden affection, but not at all displeased by it. The warm welcome party Norman used each day when Hatori returned home from work was perhaps one of the few things in his life that he would never tire of. Yes, it was indeed a wonderful way to be greeted after a long day. 

Letting his forehead rest against Norman’s, grey eyes fluttered shut as he took a moment to enjoy the silence- nothing but their soft breaths mingling together as their chests rose and fell in time. After a few blissful moments, his eyes fluttered back open, and he placed a small, chastise kiss on Norman’s forehead, before turning to remove his shoes. 

“I do hope your day was satisfactory, Norman.”

“Ah, no.” Cue slapping Hatori’s hand. “You can have some food once I’m done cooking it. Not before.”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— Recoiling, Hatori harrumphed as he rubbed the sore spot on the back of his hand. Even so, he should be thankful that he didn’t draw back a nub. Shamefully, he kept his gaze lowered and averted, grumbling under his breath. “I… Well, I skipped lunch today, it was much too noisy at the office with Momiji around. I’m still unsure why they task me with watching over him during my work hours. It is so troublesome. You know that I do not like eating around others…” Perhaps that was his way of guarding himself– he knew Harry would chastise him for skipping meals. “I am hungry, Harry, how much longer will it take?”

*smooches cheek*

⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——“Oh?” Hatori murmured, feeling his partner’s lips press against his cheek; just a modest little peck, the kind of kiss he would expect from the wizard. Slipping his arm around his partner’s waist, he pulled the blond closer in hopes of initiating a much deeper kiss than the chastise one he’d given him just moments earlier. “If it is my attention that you are looking for, I am pleased to tell you that you currently have it, Howl. All of it.”

“A little birdy told me, you want to rip your arm off & throw it at me.”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——

“Incorrect. Whatever ‘little birdie’ that has given you this information should get their facts straight. I would indeed like to rip my arm off, but throwing it at you? No, that is entirely much too wasteful. I’d much rather beat you with it.”

ruts against

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Ayame,” Hatori murmured quietly, his grey gaze cutting to the left and right of them, ensuring that they weren’t drawing any more attention to themselves than usual. The annual banquet was being held, and just as it were every single year, the serpent had had one too many flutes of expensive champagne, and was currently in the dragon’s lap- a common occurrence, but now, the snake was grinding against him.

Thankfully, the silk couch they were on was off the the side of the festivities. A quick glance was all Hatori needed to confirm that the other zodiac members were mingling among themselves, giggling- a few of the couples even sharing an intimate moment or two. The dragon watched on for a few blissful moments, pleased to the see family making merry, but even more pleased to have a wanton little snake in his lap, begging for his attention.

Hatori obliged. Happily.

Setting his own glass of pinot grigio on the side table, his free hand moved to tilt Ayame’s chin upwards a bit to catch his golden gaze, while his other hand had snaked down to the silver-haired beauty’s hip, keeping a tight grip on it. “Are you ready to adjourn to our bedroom?” Hatori inquired, his voice husky, and thick with an emotion that only Ayame would be able to discern. Utter and complete lust. “I believe we could slip out before anyone notices. Shall we ring in the New Year in style, Aya?”

“I need a refill on my birth control pills.”

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “Is that so? Has it truly been three months already? I do hope you’re taking them at the same time every day, and with food. Birth control can cause serious stomach upset otherwise, and straying away from taking it at the same time each day can cause the effectiveness to drop. Now, I’d be more than willing to prescribe you a refill…” Hatori paused, tapping his pen against his desk for a moment, before settling on his request. “If you allow me to give you a piggy-back ride. Just once, Isuzu, then I will fulfill my duties.”  

“Hatori!” The god screamed out towards the male, before her arms wrapped around his neck. It was time the dragon got his daily snuggle, because they both need a lot of attention.

⊰ ♞ ⊱ ——

Startling him greatly, Hatori yelped back- a rather unbecoming sound coming from the boy; as he hadn’t quite hit puberty yet, the dragon’s scream was more or less more feminine than he’d like for it to be. His trembling stopped, however, as soon as he felt the toddler wrap her arms around his neck. While the gesture was sweet, he hadn’t the slightest clue why she had to screech upon her arrival, and then hug-tackle him from behind. This was a daily occurrence, and not one he was too keen on complaining about. 

After all, whether he deigned to admit it or not, snuggling with God was one of his favorite activities, as it were. He would be hard-pressed to find something more fulfilling than this.

“Aki,” Hatori grumbled, shifting her so she was perched in his lap, and not clinging onto his neck and choking him. Wrapping his arms around her, Hatori sighed. His chin moved to rest on the top of her head, his earlier anxiety melting away. 

“Aki, you scared me…” Hatori whispered, idle fingers playing with the hem of her silken yukata. “Do you remember what we talked about? Gentle, we have to be gentle, okay? …And, you should use your inside voice when we’re in here, okay? Akira’s trying to get some rest, we don’t want to disturb him. My father said he wasn’t feeling well this morning.”

Holding a finger up to his lips, he pantomimed the “shh” gesture. “Quiet cuddles, okay?”