[scriptlog] Kamio, Oshitari

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Date: 06.16.2007
Rating: PG13+
Summary: AU timeline. Scriptlog. Short. Oshitari experiences the effects of a tremor while asleep. His boyfriend is not happy. :D;



Kamio: *wakes up in the middle of the night feeling...feathers* o.o;;; What. The. Fuck. Yuushi!

Yuushi: *dead asleep, only grunts at the noise*

Kamio: *grumbles, tries to rub skin where feathers are to make feeling go away*

Kamio: *pokes Yuushi* Stop dreaming about Wings, would ya? D<

Yuushi: *mumbles something in his sleep, batting Kira's finger away*

Kamio: *straddles, still shuddering at 'wing-touches', runs fingers over ribs* Babe. -.- Lay off the feathers.

Yuushi: *could swear he smells Fuji for a split second upon waking, shakes his head and cracks eyes open* ...Akira?

Kamio: *crinkles nose, did smell something, but still...* You got a headache? *rubs where skin's being touched again*

Yuushi: *blinks* ...No...*slowly dawns on him what's going on in his head* Is that...is my power...*wide eyed, sits up a bit, trying to grasp control of it*

Kamio: Sure feels like it...*twitching, still rubbing at skin*

Yuushi: *puts hand to temple, trying to pull back the energy along the connection he's unwittingly made with Kira* What are you getting?

Kamio: Feels like...feathers. *frowns as one hits his ribs, biting back a laugh* Shit.

Yuushi: Feathers? *had some sort of vague dream about Shishido and Fuji but can't recall the details* Is that all?

Kamio: *crinkles nose* Smelled something, but it's gone now. Babe...can you cut it out?

Yuushi: Fuji...*mutters, knows that was what he was smelling too now* I'm trying Akira...I'm rusty, unfortunately. This is *not* quite like riding a bike...

Kamio: I know it's not, babe. *winces, trying to be patient but…* Feels like I'm being attacked by a feather duster.

Yuushi: *still siphoning off energy he's sending to Akira when the tremor passes; energy snaps back into his own mind, and he throws his head back with a short scream at the pain, falling back onto the bed clutching his head and writhing*

Kamio: Babe! *forgets all about the feathers and grabs for Yuushi, worried and not sure what to do* Yuushi! Shit!

Yuushi: *feels like daggers are stabbing his temples for a few minutes, tries doing the breathing exercises he learned when he started getting the migraines from trying to use his power and gradually it slips into a dull throbbing, breath sobbing* Not...good...

Kamio: *wide-eyed, a bit panicked* Babe…noshit. *absently rubs his arm and collar bone, hands shaking* Whatthehelljust…*realizes he's talking to fast to be understood, pauses, forces himself to take a deep breath and speak slowly* What…just…happened? Areyou…going…tobeo…kay?

Yuushi: *winces slightly, Akira talks louder when he's worried* Doesn't seem to be...too bad...now...just annoying. I'll be fine. *doesn't think it'll escalate into full blown migraine*

Kamio: *still not comforted, keeps looking over quickly to make sure he's not in too much pain; will go get something for it if he is, but for right now, concentrates on his own breathing and rubbing Oshitari's skin* Don't…scareme…like…that…babe. *frowns, sits back to look over again*

Yuushi: *wry smile despite everything* I'm sorry. It wasn't as though I was expecting that...*feels better, sits up a little* Everything seems...normal now.

Kamio: Didn't…say…youdidit…on…purpose. *sits back, still straddling Yuushi's hips and focusing on his own breathing; trying to calm down before he has to go run off the excess adrenaline* You want something just in case? *frowns, doesn't like Yuushi's migraines*

Yuushi: *breathes slow, pain is manageable now, just annoying throbbing and he's used to that* I'll be fine. *recognizes adrenaline overloading in Akira and drags him down for a kiss, winding fingers in red hair*

Kamio: *drug down, surprised look, but doesn't protest; shifts so he's laying more on top of Yuushi than sitting and kisses back, arms going around his neck and shoulders possessively*

Yuushi: *finds Akira all the distraction he needs to forget the pain, runs hands down his bare back, so into it that he doesn't even register the throbbing disappearing in the next tremor and his power manifesting again*

Kamio: *squirms a bit at touches, body starting to relax even though it's still pulsing with energy, and dips head down to suck on Yuushi's neck*

Yuushi: *moans softly* Akira...*hands continue touching and caressing Akira's body...only to be followed by another pair of ghostly hands...*

Kamio: *nibbles and sucks on neck, shivering at touch but not registering the second set; just arches into touch a little and murmurs against Yuushi's neck* Want you, babe…*nips at a little*

Yuushi: *smirks a little* I know. *feeling his own arousal start at Akira rubbing against him and kissing him, rolls them over to focus his attention on Akira's body, mouth traveling down over his chest after a moment*

Kamio: *surprised little sound, but not at all unhappy about being under his boyfriend; squirms around and arches, fingers threading Yuushi's hair* God…babe. *closes eyes, rolls head back*

Yuushi: *licking down to Akira's navel while above him, another set of lips are nibbling at Kira's mouth...*

Kamio: *squirms, registers that something...doesn't feel...right* *blinks eyes open, gets a look at a head of white and black hair and gold eyes* WHATTHEHELLGETOFFOFME!

Yuushi: *jerks away fast, too fast, and topples over the edge of the bed* Wh--Akiraaaaeh! *yelps*

Kamio: *barely registers Yuushi falling off bed as he's scrambling off himself* Thefuckishedoinghere? *furious, going for bugnucks in the nightstand*

Yuushi: What are you talking...about? *lifts head up to look, trails off seeing a shirtless Saeki illusion sitting--more lounging--on the bed*

Kamio: Bastardwaskissingme…*snarls, takes slash at Saeki on bed, only to have his hand go through it* Notthere…fuckyourpower…him? *steps back away from bed, confused and shaking more, adrenaline levels going ballistic on his system* You...him?

Yuushi: *afraid of trying to pull the power back and end up like last time, so leaves the illusion there, laying on the bed and watching them* I'm not exactly doing it consciously.

Kamio: *breathing harshly, eyes darting between the both* Fuck…heshit. Felt like he was…*too hyped up on power to really explain; feels like stomach's twisted up in a knot*

Yuushi: I'm sorry Akira...*attempts to sever the connection between his mind and Akira's* I don't know what's going on...

Kamio: *swallows, shakes head* Notyour…fault. Justfuck…*pulls off bugnucks, quickly puts them away* Don'thu…hurt yourself again.

Yuushi: *a couple of minutes later feels the illusions fading without leaving as much pain as last time, exhales slowly* Something is...very wrong. Why did my power flare up so suddenly like that?

Kamio: *shakes head, still trying to breathe slowly and curb the anxiety-adrenaline rush* I…dunno, babe. That…fuck. Weird.

Yuushi: That's an understatement...*mutters* Are you all right?

Kamio: Hn….yeah, guess so. *looks down at hands, trembling* Just…toomuch…needto…calm…down..

Yuushi: Do you need to run? *not at all sure that it's wise to try and drain Akira's adrenaline in their usual fashion*

Kamio: *nods, sighs* Yeah…better. Not gonna…sleep like this. *small frown, at least is no longer aroused* You gonna be okay by yourself? Might be awhile…

Yuushi: *nods* Go. I'll...try to sleep.

Kamio: *leans down, kisses again* I'll be back…soon as I can. *stands up, dresses quickly, including stashing his blades on him and grabbing his phone* Call if you need something, okay?