Trick or Treat Aone x Tendou
come trick-or-treat in my inbox requesting ficcies and I’ll either treat you to some fluff or humor or trick you with a horribly twisted sad AU (I’ll spin a coin to pick trick or treat)
Treat
Aone was quiet. He seldom spoke, and when he did it was in a soft tone of voice. He preferred to communicate through silent means, through looks and touches and gestures of affection. It had taken Satori years to figure out his language, but now he spoke it fluently.
There was an I-love-you in the way Aone bent down to kiss the top of Satori’s head while Satori sat bundled up on the couch, an I-love-you dripping from the mug of tea Aone brought to Satori, an I-love-you stitched into the blanket Aone draped across the pile already bundled up around Satori.
“This sucks,” Satori sniffled, untangling the hand not holding the mug from the blankets so he could wipe at his runny nose. Aone handed him a tissue silently. “Halloween night and I’m stuck here with a cold,” Satori whined. “Why does this happen to a nice person like me?”
Aone didn’t snort, didn’t point out that Satori wasn’t a nice person, but Satori heard it anyway in the quirk of his eyebrow and the twitch of his lip. Satori stuck his tongue out at him and he smiled, a small and gentle thing. Satori sighed and Aone reached out to pull him and his bundle of blankets close.
“Noooooo, you’re going to get sick too,” Satori cried, squirming half-heartedly away. Aone just pulled him the rest of the way into his lap and settled his chin on top of Satori’s head. Fondness poured out of every inch of him, shining behind his eyes like the sun reborn. Satori’s heart stuttered in his chest, but he couldn’t do anything about it. It was miserable.
“Shush,” Aone said. “You’re thinking too loud.”
Satori’s jaw dropped open, but his sharp retort died on his tongue. He looked up at Aone and found himself smiling. Aone took the mostly-empty mug away from him and set it on the table before wrapping his arm firmly around Satori’s chest. Satori closed his eyes and settled into the softness and the security of being held in his precious boyfriend’s arms. It was warm here, and safe, and Satori knew that word weren’t needed. For once in his life, he let the silence stand, not feeling the need to break into it with some quip or song or story. He simply let Aone hold him as he drifted off to sleep.
