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mousapelliA bit late today, but I think you'll agree this was worth it. I wanted to save this one for my actual birthday.
Title: Yellow Gold (Wear It As Your Crown) [Miyata/Tamamori]
Rating/Warnings: R, I suppose, or close enough
Summary: Just because Tamamori can see Miyata's colors, that doesn't mean there aren't any mysteries left.
AN: 30 kisses, day 19. On the JE wish meme, someone asked for a sequel to The Color of Happiness's Rainbow, the fic where Tamamori can see everybody's auras as colors. You should probably read the original first, if you haven't. Anyway, that's one of my favorite fics too, so here you are, anon-san.
Yellow Gold (Wear It As Your Crown)
"Do you think it's funny?" Miyata asks. "How it already feels so normal to sleep together?"
Tamamori cracks an eye to check for teasing, but Miyata's purple is steady, bordering on indigo in his contentment and sleepiness. Just normal weirdness then, just Miyata talking idly about them as he often does when they're lying in bed, satiated for the moment and limbs tangled together.
"It's been weeks and weeks," Tamamori points out, raising an eyebrow. "Months, even. You don't think it's normal to try that after confessing?"
"That's not what I meant," Miyata says. "I mean how fast it happened. Like we were so nervous and all a mess at first, and now you just crawl into bed with me without even asking, and both of us are okay with that."
"Are you calling me easy?" Tamamori asks, just to be difficult, sitting up on one elbow and narrowing his eyes. Miyata just laughs, comfortable with Tamamori's abuse. Stretched out on his back and looking up at Tamamori with open affection, little whorls of amused lavender eddying here and there through the indigo.
Despite the showy face he's making at Miyata, Tamamori is every bit as content and amused, and he wonders if his yellows are doing the same thing. Does he have those same silly whorls? What color are they? Lately, Tamamori often wishes he could see his own colors, ever since he began to watch Miyata's from so close up, with such regularity.
Because it's not just what's between them that's changed; since Miyata's confession, his colors, still usually a mix of blues and pinks even a few weeks ago, have settled into a true purple. It leans blue sometimes, and it hasn't been long enough for Tamamori to be certain, but he's seen other people change over before, and even though Miyata's a bit old for a full-spectrum shift like that, Tamamori has come to wonder if it might be permanent.
"Are they doing something weird?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori realizes he's been staring. Miyata asks him about the colors sometimes, although Tamamori can't tell whether he's genuinely interested or just likes listening to Tamamori talk.
Tamamori hesitates; he hasn't mentioned the change to Miyata yet. Miyata waits, gaze steady and smile affectionate. "Not weird," Tamamori decides just to tell him. "At least, not weird anymore. Your blues changed to purple. I think for good?"
Miyata tilts his head. "I thought you said I was only purple because the pink covers up the blue some? Can that happen?"
"Sometimes it does. People change." Tamamori shrugs. "But since we…since you confessed, I haven't seen you be just blue hardly at all. Not even once in the last couple weeks. I could see it before if you didn't know I was watching or were concentrating or sleeping or whatever, but now…the pink just kind of…settled."
"It got comfortable," Miyata concludes, looking delighted enough that Tamamori clicks his tongue in annoyance. "When we did, that makes sense. The pink was because of how I feel about you, right? But it isn't like I stop loving you when I'm not looking at you or when I'm asleep…hm," Miyata closes his eyes, smile getting wider, "actually when I sleep, sometimes I'm thinking about doing all kinds of stuff with you…"
Tamamori opens his mouth to call Miyata an idiot, but then stops short when there's a weird crackle of color, like a tiny firework, in the midst of Miyata's purple. It's too fast for Tamamori to make it out clearly what it was about, or even what color. Maybe gold?
He doesn't dwell on it because just then Miyata opens his eyes and drags Tamamori down against him, murmuring in his ear that since Tamamori's right here, just thinking about it seems kind of silly.
Rolled over onto his back, Tamamori loves having Miyata over top of him best of all, because Miyata always presses him down with his weight, as close as he can get, his purple spilling over Tamamori's skin in all the places where they aren't already touching. The pinks used to make him feel silly, sort of drunk, but the purples are more complex, richer; completely surrounded by them he feels safe and treasured, like Miyata is the wine-dark of the ocean washing over him and pulling him down, making Tamamori want to drown in it.
He tries to keep his eyes open, to see the way Miyata is looking down at him, the vibrant streaks of magenta crackling through the passion-darkened plum, but in the end the rush of Tamamori's pleasure always forces them shut at the critical point. By the time he can see clearly again, Miyata is nearly back to normal, save for some flickering around the edges, like heat lightening distant on the horizon after a summer thunderstorm has gone past.
Next time, he thinks as he presses his face against Miyata's shoulder and sinks heavily into sleep, he'll just have to make Miyata lose it first.
*****
The weird fireworks (they are gold, Tamamori sees for sure when he watches carefully), happen from time to time. Sometimes they're quick and singular, other times a few go off in sequence. When Miyata takes a catnap in Tamamori's lap as they wait their turn for solo shots, there's a slow string of them that bloom and fade almost like flowers, like the chrysanthemum fireworks in summer whose after-image lingers before fading into smoke.
"Mm," Miyata stirs and tilts his face up to smile at Tamamori, still half-asleep, the last of the gold bursts melting away. "Hi there."
"What were you dreaming about?" Tamamori asks, curious. Miyata's smile stretches even wider, and his eyes slip shut again.
"I can't remember," he says carelessly. "But it was really nice, I think."
*****
With no one to ask about it really, aside from his mother and that seems…too much like giving her amazing blackmail material, Tamamori puzzles over the meaning of the golden fireworks over the next few days. He wonders if they ever happen when he's not there, but obviously has no way to confirm or deny that, and since Miyata can't see them himself, it's difficult to even know what to ask him.
Then Tamamori has an epiphany. Or more like, he witnesses some key evidence accidentally.
It's during a morning of meetings about their schedule, which none of them would enjoy even if they were fully awake. They aren't morning people, and there's a particular staff member who always drones on and on until it's plain that even Kitayama is struggling to focus on the here and now.
Even the guy's colors are boring, Tamamori grumbles to himself, a vague, soporific green like a classroom chalkboard that hasn't been washed in days, just erased and written on over and over. It makes Tamamori want to sneeze.
Beside him, Senga is struggling to keep his eyes open, looking like he's had something of a rough night, chin propped up on his hand. As Chalkboard-san drones on about proper distribution of short-enough kouhai, Senga's eyes glaze the whole way over and his breathing evens out. He's not asleep, or at least not the whole way, but he is definitely caught up in some sort of daydream that has nothing to do with skate-to-boot height ratios.
After a little bit, something interesting happens.
Senga's sky blue, duller than usual from tiredness and boredom like on a foggy morning, brighten back up. They even deepen a little, but that's not what catches Tamamori's eye; it's the tiny burst of green that lights up just above his shoulder. Tamamori recognizes it immediately as the same kind of firework that he's been brooding over because of Miyata, even though Senga's are more like starbursts, sharper-edged. Another one pops up as Tamamori watches, more deeply green, then another, winking in and out like Christmas tree lights here and there.
Senga makes a soft noise, a breathy ohh that turns Tamamori's cheeks pink, and suddenly he knows exactly what the little fireworks are. A glance across the table to double-check his theory finds Nikaido's eyes just as dark-ringed.
"Senga!" Tamamori hisses quietly, kicking at him under the table. Senga startles out of his daze, the little green starbursts disappearing so quickly Tamamori is surprised he can't hear them go pop. Senga blinks at him, befuddled, and Tamamori whispers quickly, "You were making a noise…" He flicks his eyes down.
Senga flushes bright red and tugs his hoodie off the back of his chair and into his lap. He keeps his eyes low for the rest of the meeting, except to shoot Tamamori a grateful look, and he definitely doesn't dare to glance across at Nikaido.
For a little while, Tamamori is pleased with himself for working out the mystery, even giggling when they're at the photoshoot watching staff debate Kitayama's level of shirtlessness, and a little pom-pom of red pops up in the curve of Fujigaya's neck. Fujigaya reaches up to scratch his neck idly, like it itches, and Tamamori snorts loud enough that Yokoo asks if he needs some anti-histamine.
But then a thought breaks through Tamamori's amusement that makes him frown. If Senga's starbursts were green…why are Miyata's fireworks gold and not yellow?
When Miyata sneaks up behind Tamamori for a ninja hug attack, Tamamori leans back against his chest and doesn't protest.
"Tama-chan?" Miyata asks, even as he loops arms firmly around Tamamori's waist. "You feeling all right?"
"Yeah." Tamamori lets his eyes fall shut, imagines Miyata's purples washing over him in a soothing stream, sinking into his skin. He doesn't have to worry about Miyata, he knows through and through that he doesn't, can feel it even in the brush of Miyata's thumb over his forearm.
"You sure?" Tamamori hums a vague yes, and Miyata squeezes him. "Okay, if Tama-chan says so. Hey…I love you~."
"Gross," Tamamori murmurs in response to Miyata's showy confession. He leans back more heavily against Miyata when Miyata's grip loosens even a little. "Don't move."
*****
"So, Miyata-kun's colors, hm?" Tamamori-san asks over breakfast, late morning sunshine slanting in through the window and warming Tamamori's toes like his mug of tea is warming his hands. Miyata himself is in the shower, his mug of tea waiting for him to emerge.
Tamamori ducks his head a little, because even without his mother being able to see, she would have figured him out right away. "Yeah."
"It's a nice change," Tamamori-san says, setting down a bowl of rice in front of Tamamori. She pauses, stroking his hair idly. "It suits him, don't you think?"
Tamamori fidgets a little, vaguely embarrassed that his mother must be perfectly aware of the source of the change in Miyata. "So you think it's permanent too?"
"Hm, I think so. As best I can tell." Tamamori-san is silent a moment, fingers steady and gentle, then she sighs. "Ah, can't you boys stop becoming adults so quickly? The both of you…"
"Both of us?" Tamamori looks up, nose scrunched.
"Your colors too," Tamamori-san nods. "You couldn't tell? You can't see your own, I suppose. But don't you feel the difference?"
"What are they doing?" Tamamori demands, alarmed. He's always been yellow, and although he can't see it himself, he feels fiercely attached to his color, betrayed that it might be changing to god knows what without him knowing anything about it.
"You're turning gold, Yuu-chan," his mother tells him. Tamamori opens his mouth, but gets interrupted by Miyata stumbling into the kitchen and calling a good morning, his hair in damp curls and his worn T-shirt low enough to show off sharp collarbones, and Tamamori forgets entirely what he was about to say as he shoves Miyata's tea towards him.
Tamamori-san wishes Miyata a good morning too, then turns back to the sink, smiling quietly to herself.
*****
"Hey, Miyacchi," Tamamori says when they're back in his room, deciding suddenly just to try something, "close your eyes?" Miyata eyes him a second, then shrugs and complies. "Think about your favorite thing we do, okay? Us, together."
Miyata scrunches his brow a little and hums thoughtfully, and then grins. "Yeah, it's definitely that." A scatter of the fireworks trail from Miyata's shoulder down, bright against his darkening purple.
"And it's me, right? Definitely me?"
"Of course it's you, who else would it be?" Miyata opens his eyes to ask, then adds, "Oof!" when Tamamori tackles him down to the bed.
"What was it?" Tamamori wants to know. "Your favorite thing? Tell me."
"I'd rather show you," Miyata offers. He leans up to press their mouths together, but more than that, he wraps one arm tight over the small of Tamamori's back, and works the other hand up into his hair, until they're pressed together as close as they can be. When the kiss breaks, they're both breathless, Tamamori's cheeks hot.
"Just that?" Tamamori asks, curious. Miyata nods, looking a bit shy and his colors turning a charming violet around the edges. "Don't move, I'm gonna do something."
Giving Miyata another quick, firm kiss as incentive, Tamamori wriggles down until he's eye level with Miyata's waistband.
"Tama-chan?" Miyata asks, surprised, but then cuts off with a squeak when Tamamori squeezes him through his sweatpants.
Usually Miyata does all the work, but this time he only watches with wide eyes as Tamamori tugs his sweatpants out of the way and strokes him hard. When Tamamori licks at his tip, Miyata shudders and the red that flushes his cheeks spreads into his colors as well, turning it sweet plum.
Miyata tries to tug Tamamori up eventually, but Tamamori shakes his head. "I want to make you feel good," he tries to explain, but that's not it so much. "I want to see you, I want to watch." Miyata shivers head to foot and quits struggling, twisting fingers in the blankets and panting Tamamori's name.
"Oh," Miyata finally says, hips bucking against Tamamori's hands, "wait, wait, oh--"
Correctly guessing that Miyata is at his limit, Tamamori lifts his head and finishes Miyata with a few sharp, tight strokes, so that he has a perfect view of Miyata coming unraveled, shuddering and spilling over Tamamori's hand, before going slack.
For just a second or two, in the aftermath, Miyata is entirely edged in gold, all along his bare skin, not the quick flickers that Tamamori's been trying to catch like fireflies, but a glow wide and sustained enough for Tamamori to finally get his wish.
"Yuta?" Miyata whispers when he opens his eyes and sees Tamamori's expression. The gold is already fading away, all but melted back into Miyata's satiated indigo, but it was more than enough, the best surprise present Miyata could have ever given him.
"I saw it," Tamamori meets his eyes, amazed and deeply touched, "my own color, you finally showed me it."
"Did I?" Miyata is still blinking, but he drags Tamamori up with shaking arms to cuddle him close, to smooth hands over his hair and cheeks. "Can I do that? Yellow, right?"
Tamamori shakes his head. "It's gold, now. I changed too. Toshiya--" Past words, he seizes Miyata's mouth and kisses him like he's trying to crawl inside of him, like he can never be close enough.
Miyata kisses him back every bit as fiercely, and even with his eyes closed, Tamamori can still feel the little gold fireworks bursting against his skin, Miyata's wine-dark waves lapping over the scorched marks left in their wake.
Title: Yellow Gold (Wear It As Your Crown) [Miyata/Tamamori]
Rating/Warnings: R, I suppose, or close enough
Summary: Just because Tamamori can see Miyata's colors, that doesn't mean there aren't any mysteries left.
AN: 30 kisses, day 19. On the JE wish meme, someone asked for a sequel to The Color of Happiness's Rainbow, the fic where Tamamori can see everybody's auras as colors. You should probably read the original first, if you haven't. Anyway, that's one of my favorite fics too, so here you are, anon-san.
Yellow Gold (Wear It As Your Crown)
"Do you think it's funny?" Miyata asks. "How it already feels so normal to sleep together?"
Tamamori cracks an eye to check for teasing, but Miyata's purple is steady, bordering on indigo in his contentment and sleepiness. Just normal weirdness then, just Miyata talking idly about them as he often does when they're lying in bed, satiated for the moment and limbs tangled together.
"It's been weeks and weeks," Tamamori points out, raising an eyebrow. "Months, even. You don't think it's normal to try that after confessing?"
"That's not what I meant," Miyata says. "I mean how fast it happened. Like we were so nervous and all a mess at first, and now you just crawl into bed with me without even asking, and both of us are okay with that."
"Are you calling me easy?" Tamamori asks, just to be difficult, sitting up on one elbow and narrowing his eyes. Miyata just laughs, comfortable with Tamamori's abuse. Stretched out on his back and looking up at Tamamori with open affection, little whorls of amused lavender eddying here and there through the indigo.
Despite the showy face he's making at Miyata, Tamamori is every bit as content and amused, and he wonders if his yellows are doing the same thing. Does he have those same silly whorls? What color are they? Lately, Tamamori often wishes he could see his own colors, ever since he began to watch Miyata's from so close up, with such regularity.
Because it's not just what's between them that's changed; since Miyata's confession, his colors, still usually a mix of blues and pinks even a few weeks ago, have settled into a true purple. It leans blue sometimes, and it hasn't been long enough for Tamamori to be certain, but he's seen other people change over before, and even though Miyata's a bit old for a full-spectrum shift like that, Tamamori has come to wonder if it might be permanent.
"Are they doing something weird?" Miyata asks, and Tamamori realizes he's been staring. Miyata asks him about the colors sometimes, although Tamamori can't tell whether he's genuinely interested or just likes listening to Tamamori talk.
Tamamori hesitates; he hasn't mentioned the change to Miyata yet. Miyata waits, gaze steady and smile affectionate. "Not weird," Tamamori decides just to tell him. "At least, not weird anymore. Your blues changed to purple. I think for good?"
Miyata tilts his head. "I thought you said I was only purple because the pink covers up the blue some? Can that happen?"
"Sometimes it does. People change." Tamamori shrugs. "But since we…since you confessed, I haven't seen you be just blue hardly at all. Not even once in the last couple weeks. I could see it before if you didn't know I was watching or were concentrating or sleeping or whatever, but now…the pink just kind of…settled."
"It got comfortable," Miyata concludes, looking delighted enough that Tamamori clicks his tongue in annoyance. "When we did, that makes sense. The pink was because of how I feel about you, right? But it isn't like I stop loving you when I'm not looking at you or when I'm asleep…hm," Miyata closes his eyes, smile getting wider, "actually when I sleep, sometimes I'm thinking about doing all kinds of stuff with you…"
Tamamori opens his mouth to call Miyata an idiot, but then stops short when there's a weird crackle of color, like a tiny firework, in the midst of Miyata's purple. It's too fast for Tamamori to make it out clearly what it was about, or even what color. Maybe gold?
He doesn't dwell on it because just then Miyata opens his eyes and drags Tamamori down against him, murmuring in his ear that since Tamamori's right here, just thinking about it seems kind of silly.
Rolled over onto his back, Tamamori loves having Miyata over top of him best of all, because Miyata always presses him down with his weight, as close as he can get, his purple spilling over Tamamori's skin in all the places where they aren't already touching. The pinks used to make him feel silly, sort of drunk, but the purples are more complex, richer; completely surrounded by them he feels safe and treasured, like Miyata is the wine-dark of the ocean washing over him and pulling him down, making Tamamori want to drown in it.
He tries to keep his eyes open, to see the way Miyata is looking down at him, the vibrant streaks of magenta crackling through the passion-darkened plum, but in the end the rush of Tamamori's pleasure always forces them shut at the critical point. By the time he can see clearly again, Miyata is nearly back to normal, save for some flickering around the edges, like heat lightening distant on the horizon after a summer thunderstorm has gone past.
Next time, he thinks as he presses his face against Miyata's shoulder and sinks heavily into sleep, he'll just have to make Miyata lose it first.
*****
The weird fireworks (they are gold, Tamamori sees for sure when he watches carefully), happen from time to time. Sometimes they're quick and singular, other times a few go off in sequence. When Miyata takes a catnap in Tamamori's lap as they wait their turn for solo shots, there's a slow string of them that bloom and fade almost like flowers, like the chrysanthemum fireworks in summer whose after-image lingers before fading into smoke.
"Mm," Miyata stirs and tilts his face up to smile at Tamamori, still half-asleep, the last of the gold bursts melting away. "Hi there."
"What were you dreaming about?" Tamamori asks, curious. Miyata's smile stretches even wider, and his eyes slip shut again.
"I can't remember," he says carelessly. "But it was really nice, I think."
*****
With no one to ask about it really, aside from his mother and that seems…too much like giving her amazing blackmail material, Tamamori puzzles over the meaning of the golden fireworks over the next few days. He wonders if they ever happen when he's not there, but obviously has no way to confirm or deny that, and since Miyata can't see them himself, it's difficult to even know what to ask him.
Then Tamamori has an epiphany. Or more like, he witnesses some key evidence accidentally.
It's during a morning of meetings about their schedule, which none of them would enjoy even if they were fully awake. They aren't morning people, and there's a particular staff member who always drones on and on until it's plain that even Kitayama is struggling to focus on the here and now.
Even the guy's colors are boring, Tamamori grumbles to himself, a vague, soporific green like a classroom chalkboard that hasn't been washed in days, just erased and written on over and over. It makes Tamamori want to sneeze.
Beside him, Senga is struggling to keep his eyes open, looking like he's had something of a rough night, chin propped up on his hand. As Chalkboard-san drones on about proper distribution of short-enough kouhai, Senga's eyes glaze the whole way over and his breathing evens out. He's not asleep, or at least not the whole way, but he is definitely caught up in some sort of daydream that has nothing to do with skate-to-boot height ratios.
After a little bit, something interesting happens.
Senga's sky blue, duller than usual from tiredness and boredom like on a foggy morning, brighten back up. They even deepen a little, but that's not what catches Tamamori's eye; it's the tiny burst of green that lights up just above his shoulder. Tamamori recognizes it immediately as the same kind of firework that he's been brooding over because of Miyata, even though Senga's are more like starbursts, sharper-edged. Another one pops up as Tamamori watches, more deeply green, then another, winking in and out like Christmas tree lights here and there.
Senga makes a soft noise, a breathy ohh that turns Tamamori's cheeks pink, and suddenly he knows exactly what the little fireworks are. A glance across the table to double-check his theory finds Nikaido's eyes just as dark-ringed.
"Senga!" Tamamori hisses quietly, kicking at him under the table. Senga startles out of his daze, the little green starbursts disappearing so quickly Tamamori is surprised he can't hear them go pop. Senga blinks at him, befuddled, and Tamamori whispers quickly, "You were making a noise…" He flicks his eyes down.
Senga flushes bright red and tugs his hoodie off the back of his chair and into his lap. He keeps his eyes low for the rest of the meeting, except to shoot Tamamori a grateful look, and he definitely doesn't dare to glance across at Nikaido.
For a little while, Tamamori is pleased with himself for working out the mystery, even giggling when they're at the photoshoot watching staff debate Kitayama's level of shirtlessness, and a little pom-pom of red pops up in the curve of Fujigaya's neck. Fujigaya reaches up to scratch his neck idly, like it itches, and Tamamori snorts loud enough that Yokoo asks if he needs some anti-histamine.
But then a thought breaks through Tamamori's amusement that makes him frown. If Senga's starbursts were green…why are Miyata's fireworks gold and not yellow?
When Miyata sneaks up behind Tamamori for a ninja hug attack, Tamamori leans back against his chest and doesn't protest.
"Tama-chan?" Miyata asks, even as he loops arms firmly around Tamamori's waist. "You feeling all right?"
"Yeah." Tamamori lets his eyes fall shut, imagines Miyata's purples washing over him in a soothing stream, sinking into his skin. He doesn't have to worry about Miyata, he knows through and through that he doesn't, can feel it even in the brush of Miyata's thumb over his forearm.
"You sure?" Tamamori hums a vague yes, and Miyata squeezes him. "Okay, if Tama-chan says so. Hey…I love you~."
"Gross," Tamamori murmurs in response to Miyata's showy confession. He leans back more heavily against Miyata when Miyata's grip loosens even a little. "Don't move."
*****
"So, Miyata-kun's colors, hm?" Tamamori-san asks over breakfast, late morning sunshine slanting in through the window and warming Tamamori's toes like his mug of tea is warming his hands. Miyata himself is in the shower, his mug of tea waiting for him to emerge.
Tamamori ducks his head a little, because even without his mother being able to see, she would have figured him out right away. "Yeah."
"It's a nice change," Tamamori-san says, setting down a bowl of rice in front of Tamamori. She pauses, stroking his hair idly. "It suits him, don't you think?"
Tamamori fidgets a little, vaguely embarrassed that his mother must be perfectly aware of the source of the change in Miyata. "So you think it's permanent too?"
"Hm, I think so. As best I can tell." Tamamori-san is silent a moment, fingers steady and gentle, then she sighs. "Ah, can't you boys stop becoming adults so quickly? The both of you…"
"Both of us?" Tamamori looks up, nose scrunched.
"Your colors too," Tamamori-san nods. "You couldn't tell? You can't see your own, I suppose. But don't you feel the difference?"
"What are they doing?" Tamamori demands, alarmed. He's always been yellow, and although he can't see it himself, he feels fiercely attached to his color, betrayed that it might be changing to god knows what without him knowing anything about it.
"You're turning gold, Yuu-chan," his mother tells him. Tamamori opens his mouth, but gets interrupted by Miyata stumbling into the kitchen and calling a good morning, his hair in damp curls and his worn T-shirt low enough to show off sharp collarbones, and Tamamori forgets entirely what he was about to say as he shoves Miyata's tea towards him.
Tamamori-san wishes Miyata a good morning too, then turns back to the sink, smiling quietly to herself.
*****
"Hey, Miyacchi," Tamamori says when they're back in his room, deciding suddenly just to try something, "close your eyes?" Miyata eyes him a second, then shrugs and complies. "Think about your favorite thing we do, okay? Us, together."
Miyata scrunches his brow a little and hums thoughtfully, and then grins. "Yeah, it's definitely that." A scatter of the fireworks trail from Miyata's shoulder down, bright against his darkening purple.
"And it's me, right? Definitely me?"
"Of course it's you, who else would it be?" Miyata opens his eyes to ask, then adds, "Oof!" when Tamamori tackles him down to the bed.
"What was it?" Tamamori wants to know. "Your favorite thing? Tell me."
"I'd rather show you," Miyata offers. He leans up to press their mouths together, but more than that, he wraps one arm tight over the small of Tamamori's back, and works the other hand up into his hair, until they're pressed together as close as they can be. When the kiss breaks, they're both breathless, Tamamori's cheeks hot.
"Just that?" Tamamori asks, curious. Miyata nods, looking a bit shy and his colors turning a charming violet around the edges. "Don't move, I'm gonna do something."
Giving Miyata another quick, firm kiss as incentive, Tamamori wriggles down until he's eye level with Miyata's waistband.
"Tama-chan?" Miyata asks, surprised, but then cuts off with a squeak when Tamamori squeezes him through his sweatpants.
Usually Miyata does all the work, but this time he only watches with wide eyes as Tamamori tugs his sweatpants out of the way and strokes him hard. When Tamamori licks at his tip, Miyata shudders and the red that flushes his cheeks spreads into his colors as well, turning it sweet plum.
Miyata tries to tug Tamamori up eventually, but Tamamori shakes his head. "I want to make you feel good," he tries to explain, but that's not it so much. "I want to see you, I want to watch." Miyata shivers head to foot and quits struggling, twisting fingers in the blankets and panting Tamamori's name.
"Oh," Miyata finally says, hips bucking against Tamamori's hands, "wait, wait, oh--"
Correctly guessing that Miyata is at his limit, Tamamori lifts his head and finishes Miyata with a few sharp, tight strokes, so that he has a perfect view of Miyata coming unraveled, shuddering and spilling over Tamamori's hand, before going slack.
For just a second or two, in the aftermath, Miyata is entirely edged in gold, all along his bare skin, not the quick flickers that Tamamori's been trying to catch like fireflies, but a glow wide and sustained enough for Tamamori to finally get his wish.
"Yuta?" Miyata whispers when he opens his eyes and sees Tamamori's expression. The gold is already fading away, all but melted back into Miyata's satiated indigo, but it was more than enough, the best surprise present Miyata could have ever given him.
"I saw it," Tamamori meets his eyes, amazed and deeply touched, "my own color, you finally showed me it."
"Did I?" Miyata is still blinking, but he drags Tamamori up with shaking arms to cuddle him close, to smooth hands over his hair and cheeks. "Can I do that? Yellow, right?"
Tamamori shakes his head. "It's gold, now. I changed too. Toshiya--" Past words, he seizes Miyata's mouth and kisses him like he's trying to crawl inside of him, like he can never be close enough.
Miyata kisses him back every bit as fiercely, and even with his eyes closed, Tamamori can still feel the little gold fireworks bursting against his skin, Miyata's wine-dark waves lapping over the scorched marks left in their wake.
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Date: 2012-04-20 05:03 am (UTC)Just the right amount of sappy Miyata and slightly confused Tama. Plus a Tama-mama cameo.
I have sooo much love for this concept!!!
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Date: 2012-04-20 06:10 am (UTC)Tama being all defensive of his yellow and Tama mama and SENGA <3 and everyone (and also Taipi watching Kitayama lol).
Love it!
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Date: 2012-04-20 06:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 07:51 am (UTC)I always think "One day I'm going to tell her how happy she makes with her writing" but then I'm always shy or embarrassed. What better occasion than your birthday, then?
Thank you so much for all you've written. It really, really makes me very happy to read your works. ;_;
I hope you've spent a wonderful birthday and that your year gets at least a thousand times better than it's been so far!
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Date: 2012-04-20 01:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-20 02:04 pm (UTC)Color-changes! Permanent! I love that they pick up and reflect each others' colors, too. At first I thought Miyata's fireworks were gold like Fujigaya's pride sparkles, but it's seriously sweet to realize that it's actually Tama's gold. And Senga having Nika's green, too. Although man, how embarrassing, that meeting. XD; Poor Senga. Also amused that despite everything, Taipi is totally finding shirtless Kitayama attractive. He might never say so, and lol, how it bothers him to even think it. ITCHY.
And I'm glad that Tama finally got to see his own color, too.
I LOVE THIS VERSE SO MUCH.
Happy birthday again! *goes to finish writing*
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Date: 2012-04-20 04:30 pm (UTC)By the time he can see clearly again, Miyata is nearly back to normal, save for some flickering around the edges, like heat lightening distant on the horizon after a summer thunderstorm has gone past.
/making pathetic noises I love them so much skjghfskjghdfg???? ;_;
As Chalkboard-san drones on about proper distribution of short-enough kouhai,
↑ I am not entirely certain why this made me giggle as much as it did XD;
AHHH AND THE NISEN COLOURS SKJGSHFKGHKJFJSHKJHKGFDJFGKDHDJKHFJKDGH SENGA
even giggling when they're at the photoshoot watching staff debate Kitayama's level of shirtlessness, and a little pom-pom of red pops up in the curve of Fujigaya's neck. Fujigaya reaches up to scratch his neck idly, like it itches, and Tamamori snorts loud enough that Yokoo asks if he needs some anti-histamine.
fuck the giggles, I just cackled shamelessly #taipiatduetshoot
and, and, and,
AND NOOO I'm not supposed to tear up gdi *throws things at you* why are they perfect why must you be like this ????????????? I HAVE LOTS OF FEELINGS ・°・(ノД｀)・°・WAHHHH
;~; huu
♥
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Date: 2012-04-20 07:29 pm (UTC)Tama that can see is colour thanks to Miyacchi!;___; Awww how are they so adorable?!
♥♥♥♥♥♥
And Happy Birthday! Hope you had a wonderful time!
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Date: 2012-04-21 01:00 am (UTC)The way you describe the shades of their colors, and the way their colors mix together and...everything. I love it. (; o ;) Especially during that morning meeting where Tama saw Senga's colors. "--sky blue, duller than usual from tiredness and boredom like on a foggy morning--". THIS. I admit that when reading good fics I tend like any lines that say something about Senga but here I also really liked the way you described the color. So few words and I know /exactly/ which kind of a color you mean here. Also, the Chalkboard-san's (such a brilliant idea to a nickname, btw) color was very easy to imagine and I understand very well Tama's dislike towards that color. :'3
I'm happy Tama could finally see his own color, too! ;; Aaaand happy birthday, even if I'm a couple of days late already. :'3
♥
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Date: 2012-04-21 02:53 am (UTC)"It got comfortable," Miyata concludes, looking delighted
of course Miyata is delighted by Tamamori's weirdness, especially if it involves attention to him. XD
there's a slow string of them that bloom and fade almost like flowers, like the chrysanthemum fireworks in summer whose after-image lingers before fading into smoke.
So pretty!
With no one to ask about it really, aside from his mother and that seems…too much like giving her amazing blackmail material
I love how Tama-mama ninjas her way into everything. And how she would totally know what to do with blackmail material.
a vague, soporific green like a classroom chalkboard that hasn't been washed in days, just erased and written on over and over. It makes Tamamori want to sneeze.
LOL.
Fujigaya reaches up to scratch his neck idly, like it itches, and Tamamori snorts loud enough that Yokoo asks if he needs some anti-histamine.
DOUBLE LOL.
Mousi, they are just so cute together, and I love Tama-mama the best. ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥
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Date: 2012-04-21 01:33 pm (UTC)Ever since a line in the first fic - forgetting his promise entirely and reaching up to trail fingers through one of the patches where the blue and pink were still mixing - I've especially loved the idea of how Tama he could interact with the colours and the affect they would have on him. I wonder the ramifications of Miyata ever discovering what his purples do to Tama and the power they have. his purple spilling over Tamamori's skin in all the places where they aren't already touching. The pinks used to make him feel silly, sort of drunk, but the purples are more complex, richer; completely surrounded by them he feels safe and treasured.
Miyata stumbling into the kitchen and calling a good morning, his hair in damp curls and his worn T-shirt low enough to show off sharp collarbones, and Tamamori forgets entirely what he was about to say as he shoves Miyata's tea towards him. — Hehehe, I'm just imaging Tamamori-san giggling over washing up as she can see the little purple fireworks in Tamamori's gold that he's oblivious to. She must have known the first day Tama came home after the confession what had happened.
Ah and belated Happy Birthday! I hope you had a wonderful day.
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Date: 2012-04-22 12:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-23 11:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-04-25 12:55 pm (UTC)Writing about their colors just has something...not magical about it but something, let's say deep. Their soul colors...them changing, the effect other things have on you and how it will be mirrored in your aura color...
Also Tama and his mom being the only people who can see... and Tama trying to figure things out because nobody else would know (or the one person who does know wouldn't let him live it down *aww*)
I absolutely love and adore the way you describe what happens to the colors and what Tama is seeing. ♥
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Date: 2012-04-27 03:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:31 am (UTC)as for the rest of the year, if I just have a job next year, that's all I really want...
The original of this is one of my favorite fics too, so it was a lot of fun to write more of it. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:32 am (UTC)Can you believe it's already been a year since I hung out with you in NYC? where does the time go ;__;
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:33 am (UTC)And yes, lol, Taipi itching I also think is hilarious. Glad you liked it.
*goes to finish writing* mmhmmm...
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:34 am (UTC)The Fujigaya bit is seriously funny, I agree. "BAD SELF. MITSU IS NOT HOT DX"
Glad you enjoyed ♥
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:35 am (UTC)and I'm glad you enjoyed the sequel as well, it was a lot of fun to write .
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:37 am (UTC)Chalkboard-san was definitely inspired by some co-workers I could name :/
Thank you!~
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:38 am (UTC)But I'm glad you enjoyed it ♥ Thanks!
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-14 01:40 am (UTC)Tama's mom + blackmail material = comedy gold. Poor Tama XD XD XD
Thanks!
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:43 am (UTC)I'm just imaging Tamamori-san giggling over washing up as she can see the little purple fireworks in Tamamori's gold that he's oblivious to.
THIS. lol, yes, so funny the way Tama can't see his own, so Tamamama is the only one who can see both of theirs at the same time. Not that regular Tama is at all subtle, because he isn't, but for sure in this universe his mother can see right through him.
Thank you! I'm glad you enjoyed this one, and the original.
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Date: 2012-05-14 01:45 am (UTC)Tamamama always makes me giggle. kisumai + kisumoms forever. And everybody loves Taipi's hard life XD
Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it.
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Date: 2012-05-14 07:46 pm (UTC)Your other aura fic was pure genius, but this? This is like levelling up twice. Fnghh! Yes! lol I love this so much it's ridiculous. Keep writing this universe, please and thank you? It's so brilliant. I love all the colours, and the changes, and how it describes so much of feelings without having to spell it out. Oh goodness...
I love, love, love how Tama goes around observing the colours and tries to figure them out on his own because it'd be weird to ask Tamamama (however wonderfully amazing and badass and fantastic she is). I love that desire is like fireworks of the other person's colour. And fnghh when Miyata goes all gold because of Tama... My heart did cartwheels in my chest, I swear.
"It's gold, now. I changed too."
I love how I read that as sort of surprised, and awed, and a little confused, but very proud. My precious, precious Tama!
I'm drawing lots of sparkly hearts all over this fic. In my colour, whatever that may be. :)
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Date: 2012-05-15 07:43 am (UTC)This was so cute. ;;; Tama got to see his own color. <33 Aah, am i being stupid when i say that this fic made me so awfully happy? :'DDD
Those two are adorable, and I have always loved The Color of Happiness's Rainbow. <3 Thanks for writing a sequel, it made me really happy. <3
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Date: 2012-05-15 05:36 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2012-05-22 04:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 04:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-05-22 04:55 am (UTC)Tamamama is always one of my favorite side characters to write, especially from Tama's POV, where he thinks he's being terribly subtle, and it's clear that he really just...isn't. Bless him XD
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Date: 2012-05-23 10:13 am (UTC)Tama... being a tsundere at first. Why do we love a tsun!Tama? xD
"I saw it," Tamamori meets his eyes, amazed and deeply touched, "my own color, you finally showed me it."
♥
I just love this to bits~
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Date: 2012-07-08 03:54 pm (UTC)They're just so lovely and comfortable and sweet and just ♥♥♥♥♥ I don't have the words
I loved your imagery in the way you described the colours and the way they have a physical presence, even if the others can't see them.
And just, their colours changing as they've matured and grown together, and Tamamama, and Tama being all protective of his yellow, and the whole thing really is ♥♥♥♥
"I saw it," Tamamori meets his eyes, amazed and deeply touched, "my own color, you finally showed me it." *tears up*
This is totally being added to my ipod for many future rereads <3
Also I'm a good few months late for it, but happy birthday. I hope you are able to escape the year of the dragon's wrath to have a better rest of the year.