The Thing That Shouldn't Be
Focus: Hikaru/Schindler
One-shot
Hikaru's eyes opened lazily, taking a minute to identify the shadows stretching across that seemed to stare back at him. He closed his eyes again, trying to remember if he had actually fallen asleep at all. He squinted at the digital clock on the nightstand. His eyes ached at the neon light that screamed that it was six after three in the morning. He groaned and dropped his head back on the pillow, rolling to the other side, where an unexpected sight greeted him.
Red hair...even noticeable in the dull illumination that the clock provided.
Hikaru shot up in a panic, trying desperately to assemble his thoughts. His hand cautiously made its way towards the black satin that the figure had buried its face in. He gently tugged the luxurious fabric away from flesh, exposing the delicate features of a young man...one whom Hikaru recognized immediately.
Okay...don't jump to conclusions, man. The kid probably got scared or something. This is normal, right? Right. Schindler's been going through a lot, and was scared. Right. That has to be it. Just because he might have some tendencies to play for the other team, so to speak, doesn't mean that he...
Hikaru's eyes went wide at the thought as he quickly threw the sheets off of his own form, eyes searching around madly for anything out of place. He let out a relieved sigh as he realized that his black silk pajama pants were indeed still on him, untampered with, and still concealing everything that needed to be concealed.
He chuckled at his own paranoia. It was silly---to think that Schindler would sneak into his bed in order to molest him in his sleep. Hell, Schindler was the last person in the world who would pull such a stunt. He'd expect that out of Helleborus sooner...at least that had to potential to get downright sexy. He grinned and let his eyes drift towards the sleeping figure nestled right next to him.
“Just this once, I won't give you too much shit about it in the morning,” Hikaru whispered, gently brushing the loose strands of crimson away from the boy's pale cheek. His gaze lingered on the slumbering form for a moment, drinking in his tranquil features. Those usually thoughtful yet deeply pained eyes were now closed, eyelashes fluttering; Schindler was dreaming.
A small frown twisted his thin lips downward as his dark eyelashes twitched on his cheek. Hikaru cocked his head and watched as if in a daze. Schindler was curled into the bed, more on his side than anything, his arms pulled protectively over his own chest. Hikaru briefly wondered about Schindler's life, the things that he must have gone through to cause him to be so guarded. The horrible things...
He shook the thought out of his head, letting such dark thoughts wait for another time.
Schindler let out a small, delicate sound from his barely parted lips, coaxing Hikaru's eyes to fall onto him again. He was mesmerized by the sight. Schindler’s eyelashes quivered prettily and his arms around his chest tightened; it was far too gentle, too soft, too innocent. He looked so dangerously fragile, as if a single misplaced touch would cause him to shatter.
Schindler’s lips pursed a bit, and Hikaru felt something utterly base stir up within him. He felt suddenly protective, possessive, because nobody should ever see Schindler so vulnerable. Nobody should ever know the way his bottom lip shivered with his soft breath, or the way that he curled into himself defensively, or the way that his skin looked so absolutely immaculate against the dim lights peeking in through the window. Not even Lysander was worthy enough to be witness to something so pure.
Hikaru didn’t realize that his two fingers were resting upon Schindler’s cheek until the boy's head turned slightly. Hikaru froze; he expected Schindler to wake up, screaming at the person who must seem like a creepy voyeur.
When Schindler's breathing fell steady and even once again, Hikaru felt encouraged to rest his entire palm on the side of Schindler’s face. He felt his slow, warm breath tickle the top of his wrist, and for some reason he found his own pulse quickening a little.
Schindler’s mouth opened slightly again, Hikaru never before noticed how dulcet and sweet his lips seemed, and he couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander toward what those pretty lips must taste like...
Hikaru quickly retracted his hand, shocked with himself. What had he been thinking? He ran his hand through his own hair, utterly confused about what had just happened; those thoughts had been all too real and all too serious for his liking. But, there was something lingering in the back of his head. Was it just his own sleep-clouded mind playing tricks on him? There was no possible way that he had such feelings toward another man, or even Schindler for that matter.
His eyes drifted down to the red-head again.
Right?
He stared for a moment, letting the the whirl of confusion and doubt in his mind recede, even if only temporarily.
I have to know...
Hikaru wasn’t thinking because he had gently pushed on Schindler's shoulder, shifting his body to face his own. He wasn’t thinking because two fingers had gone to tilt his Schindler’s soft face up…
Of course he knew what he was doing. With his own face slowly moving ever closer, what else could he have been doing? There was no hesitation, Hikaru closed his eyes. When his lips touched Schindler’s, Hikaru melted.
Pizza.
He knew it.
Hikaru shot up in a fright, gasping for air that for some reason, there wasn't enough of at the moment. He tried to catch his breath, gulping and taking in his surroundings. Of course, he was in his bedroom...alone. The sheets had twisted around his legs and the clock read three forty-two.
It was a dream. No, that was a fucking NIGHTMARE!
He slumped forward, wiping the sweat from his forehead. He took a deep breath, calming himself.
Just a nightmare, man. That's all.
He laughed softly between breaths and shook his head before falling back down onto the mattress, allowing the cool air to wash over his pale chest, drying any hint of moisture on his frame.
Knock, knock, knock.
The sound startled the Bastet into nearly falling off of the edge of the bed. He scrambled to the door, a task made more difficult by the bindings of bedding still twisted about his limbs. He tore open the door, squinting and shielding against the sudden influx of light.
“Huh?” Hikaru managed to garble. The fuzziness soon retreated as his eyes adjusted and focused on the figure in front of him. Fumbling around quickly, he pulled what he could of the sheets around his body as Schindler arched an eyebrow inquisitively at the sight.
“Uhh, sorry to wake you, I just wanted to know if...” the red-head began, trying to ignore Hikaru's sudden odd behaviour. Hikaru's eyes went wide.
“I'M NOT LIKE THAT!” He blurted out, slamming the door.
Schindler raised his eyebrows and blinked a few times, not knowing what to make of the awkward situation that had just occurred, or if it had just occurred at all. His expression remained as he turned back towards his room, stomach rumbling in reminder that he was curious to know if there were any 24-hour pizza joints in the area.
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