Your Majesty
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Title: Your Majesty
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Ohno Satoshi/Sakurai Sho
Summary: His king is rarely one to demand much deference to begin with.
Notes/Warnings: Yama Pair NC-17? Is it the apocalypse? No! It's
rainbowfilling, an Arashi rare pair writing challenge! This is my Ohno/Sho offering based heavily on the Arashi ni Shiyagare episode with King Ohno and Queen Sho, but maybe not in the way you'd expect. AU with crossdressing Sho.
When the privy council meets in the daylight, Sho is outfitted as any other of the king's councillors might be. In a doublet and itchy hose, whiling away the hours as policy is discussed. Today is one of those typical days. His Majesty is in an ill temper, plagued eternally by having reached the age of thirty and offering no legitimate heir. Though the ladies of the court rouge their cheeks and smile kindly in an attempt to reach the altar at the king's side, the monarch remains unwed.
Sho holds himself to blame for this daily sideshow. Even now as the council rambles on about this or that duchess and her ample...land holdings, His Majesty sits at the head of the table looking glum. Having no planned audiences or visits that afternoon, King Satoshi has left his diadem with the Lord Chamberlain and sits uncrowned, itching at his powdered wig in irritation.
He does not look forward to returning to the Commons on the morrow and reporting that "His Majesty will see none of the suggested ladies." They will ask Sho why. Why is the man so stubborn? Has he no interest in ensuring the future of his kingdom? And Sho will have no satisfactory reply.
"Let us move on already," the king murmurs in his quiet voice. Though he strikes a regal figure when he absolutely has to, in the council chambers there is little reason to believe that the man at the head of the table is a leader of any sort. Of course, Satoshi had been a fourth son and had never been prepared for or interested in rule - the wars and illnesses that had claimed his brothers had left him with little choice but to wear the crown himself.
The Archbishop frowns. "If there will be no further discussion of His Majesty's legacy then might we turn to the other matter at hand? Piracy along the coast remains a dreadful problem. Some say that the Dread Pirate Aiba's fleet is growing larger still..."
Thoughts of the sea trap the king in another daydream. Nothing will be accomplished today, Sho suspects, for His Majesty is lost in his mind, fishing like he had in the days before the crown had ruined his life.
--
When he meets the king in his private chambers in the moonlight, Sho is outfitted as any of the other ladies of the court might be. It makes the king feel more comfortable about his predilection for the same sex if Sho is in a gown and perhaps it always will. It had taken some months to perfect his image - there'd been the matter of getting gowns tailored to his frame. He has not a lady's waist or measurements, but the wig of light curls has the more immediate transformative effect.
Sho remains unsure of his own feelings about ladies' dress, but he'd far prefer hushed whispers about some whore leaving the king's chambers late at night rather than a high-ranking and most certainly male privy councillor. He never complains and asks nothing of his king, knowing that he is already favored indeed to be the king's confidante in all things. If wearing the lace stockings pleases the overworked Satoshi, then Sho will wear the lace stockings.
The king has poured them each a glass of sherry. Though Sho must arrive properly dressed, his sovereign is out of his stuffy robes, his wig deposited on its stand so his short brown tufts of hair can be freed at last. He smiles with the look he saves just for Sho.
"I trust you had no trouble?" Satoshi asks.
"None. It is a quiet night in the palace, Your Majesty."
Sho curtseys, and he's pretty sure he's never done it properly after all this time. But Satoshi loves him as he loves no other, and all is usually forgiven. His king is rarely one to demand much deference to begin with. Sho wobbles a bit as he accidentally shuts the secret door on the bottom of his dress, but he rights himself to accept the sherry from Satoshi's outstretched hand.
Satoshi eyes him warily. "Looking a little flat tonight."
Sho chuckles, patting his chest. "Oh, shall I go back and ball up some hose and shove it in my bodice?"
The king downs the rest of his sherry. "I'm teasing." He leans forward, reaching for one of the fake blonde curls that lies against Sho's neck. Satoshi twists the hair around his finger while Sho's gaze never leaves his king's deep brown eyes.
Without his finery and his shoes, the king is shorter, smaller in build. He is not as they paint him in official portraits. But it matters little to Sho. What he has learned over the years is the depth of the king's thoughtfulness, the intelligence in him that mostly stays hidden since he does not wish to be a monarch in his father's way.
Satoshi prefers to rule without making it appear as such. He may be unwed and lacking an heir, and he may doze through a privy council meeting or twenty, but the man is far more beloved by his people than most would guess. A king needn't always be a force of nature. With kindness one might also rule.
There is kindness, too, in the way Satoshi's long fingers twist the blonde strands, his thumb skimming across the bare skin of Sho's neck and shoulders. Sho allows the king to circle him, his footfalls soft on the chamber rug as he admires the way Sho has played dress-up for him. In the day Sho leads the Commons with the strength of his speech and the confidence of a man in his prime. By night, he switches off and becomes putty in the hands of a man his polar opposite.
Sho finishes his sherry, returning the glass to the table. He knows without asking that His Majesty is needy tonight. He usually is when the council spends most of the day pressing him to marry, and he only defies them further by ensuring Sho spends the evening with him. Not that the council knows this is the case. Sho turns so that he might be unlaced, but Satoshi stops him with a warm palm to the space between his shoulder blades.
"If it pleases Your Majesty," Sho murmurs with a nod.
It stays on then. The constant nagging about a bride has gotten to him, and he wants the feminine guise to remain in place tonight. He feels the king's lean body behind him, pushing them toward the bed. As Sho mounts the mattress, he inhales in anticipation, positioning himself on his hands and knees. He faces the bed linens, curled hair not his own hanging down in his face as he attempts to remain steady.
Satoshi attends to him, sliding off the buckled shoes one at a time. He hears them each land on the rug as the king tosses them aside. Sho shuts his eyes, breath coming out in a hiss as the king's fingers dance up the back of his legs, teasing through the lace stockings. His Majesty may snooze through matters of state, but matters of this nature are far more to his liking.
He's a methodical man, tracing all the way to Sho's bare thighs where the lace ends. The heavy brocade fabric lifts as Satoshi moves the dress aside. "Thank you" is all Satoshi says to him before their coupling.
Thank you for continuing the charade. Thank you for all that you do for me. He doesn't need to say it out loud. If it pleases His Majesty and sets him at ease, then Sho will do it with no hesitation.
And there is little hesitation once the king is behind him minutes later, hands firmly around Sho's hips to bring their bodies together. Sho's fingers gather in the bed linens, balling them in his fists. To be favored so by the most powerful man in the realm fuels Sho's pleasure all the more, his breath coming in gasps from both the feeling of Satoshi moving inside him as well as the way the dress clings to his body in a manner his usual attire is not designed to do.
Satoshi's early gentleness fades as the tension mounts, both men driven closer to the edge. His frustration and the burdens of the crown are obvious as he slowly loses his usual calm, fingers ripping at the lacing on the back of Sho's dress while the fingers of his other hand dig into Sho's hip, claiming and demanding more. The king doesn't utter a word, but Sho knows everything he means to say with each punctuated thrust of his hips.
Completion nears, and Sho's seeing stars. He wants the king to come, begs for it in a manner that seems more like an order than a request. Satoshi acquiesces despite Sho's rudeness, spilling into Sho with one last satisfied movement.
His wig is askew when he prepares to depart, wishing there was some way to lengthen the time they could spend together. But the king's guards tend to check in on him at least once during the night for his safety. Satoshi's cheeks are pink, and his eyes are tired, but he gently pulls Sho's curls back into place so their secret remains.
"I think tomorrow I shall go fishing," Satoshi decides, crossing his arms to admire the way he's put Sho back together as a passable lady after he'd so thoroughly deconstructed him.
"But Your Majesty, the threat of piracy..."
Satoshi squeezes his hand. "Let me at least fall asleep with the thought in mind, won't you? I promise, I'll be a well-behaved little king come daybreak. But at least for tonight, let me dream of you and let me dream of fishing."
Sho squeezes in return. "And where do I fall? Before or after fishing?"
His Majesty releases him with a playful shove toward the secret door. "I'll never tell."
Rating: NC-17
Characters/Pairings: Ohno Satoshi/Sakurai Sho
Summary: His king is rarely one to demand much deference to begin with.
Notes/Warnings: Yama Pair NC-17? Is it the apocalypse? No! It's
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When the privy council meets in the daylight, Sho is outfitted as any other of the king's councillors might be. In a doublet and itchy hose, whiling away the hours as policy is discussed. Today is one of those typical days. His Majesty is in an ill temper, plagued eternally by having reached the age of thirty and offering no legitimate heir. Though the ladies of the court rouge their cheeks and smile kindly in an attempt to reach the altar at the king's side, the monarch remains unwed.
Sho holds himself to blame for this daily sideshow. Even now as the council rambles on about this or that duchess and her ample...land holdings, His Majesty sits at the head of the table looking glum. Having no planned audiences or visits that afternoon, King Satoshi has left his diadem with the Lord Chamberlain and sits uncrowned, itching at his powdered wig in irritation.
He does not look forward to returning to the Commons on the morrow and reporting that "His Majesty will see none of the suggested ladies." They will ask Sho why. Why is the man so stubborn? Has he no interest in ensuring the future of his kingdom? And Sho will have no satisfactory reply.
"Let us move on already," the king murmurs in his quiet voice. Though he strikes a regal figure when he absolutely has to, in the council chambers there is little reason to believe that the man at the head of the table is a leader of any sort. Of course, Satoshi had been a fourth son and had never been prepared for or interested in rule - the wars and illnesses that had claimed his brothers had left him with little choice but to wear the crown himself.
The Archbishop frowns. "If there will be no further discussion of His Majesty's legacy then might we turn to the other matter at hand? Piracy along the coast remains a dreadful problem. Some say that the Dread Pirate Aiba's fleet is growing larger still..."
Thoughts of the sea trap the king in another daydream. Nothing will be accomplished today, Sho suspects, for His Majesty is lost in his mind, fishing like he had in the days before the crown had ruined his life.
--
When he meets the king in his private chambers in the moonlight, Sho is outfitted as any of the other ladies of the court might be. It makes the king feel more comfortable about his predilection for the same sex if Sho is in a gown and perhaps it always will. It had taken some months to perfect his image - there'd been the matter of getting gowns tailored to his frame. He has not a lady's waist or measurements, but the wig of light curls has the more immediate transformative effect.
Sho remains unsure of his own feelings about ladies' dress, but he'd far prefer hushed whispers about some whore leaving the king's chambers late at night rather than a high-ranking and most certainly male privy councillor. He never complains and asks nothing of his king, knowing that he is already favored indeed to be the king's confidante in all things. If wearing the lace stockings pleases the overworked Satoshi, then Sho will wear the lace stockings.
The king has poured them each a glass of sherry. Though Sho must arrive properly dressed, his sovereign is out of his stuffy robes, his wig deposited on its stand so his short brown tufts of hair can be freed at last. He smiles with the look he saves just for Sho.
"I trust you had no trouble?" Satoshi asks.
"None. It is a quiet night in the palace, Your Majesty."
Sho curtseys, and he's pretty sure he's never done it properly after all this time. But Satoshi loves him as he loves no other, and all is usually forgiven. His king is rarely one to demand much deference to begin with. Sho wobbles a bit as he accidentally shuts the secret door on the bottom of his dress, but he rights himself to accept the sherry from Satoshi's outstretched hand.
Satoshi eyes him warily. "Looking a little flat tonight."
Sho chuckles, patting his chest. "Oh, shall I go back and ball up some hose and shove it in my bodice?"
The king downs the rest of his sherry. "I'm teasing." He leans forward, reaching for one of the fake blonde curls that lies against Sho's neck. Satoshi twists the hair around his finger while Sho's gaze never leaves his king's deep brown eyes.
Without his finery and his shoes, the king is shorter, smaller in build. He is not as they paint him in official portraits. But it matters little to Sho. What he has learned over the years is the depth of the king's thoughtfulness, the intelligence in him that mostly stays hidden since he does not wish to be a monarch in his father's way.
Satoshi prefers to rule without making it appear as such. He may be unwed and lacking an heir, and he may doze through a privy council meeting or twenty, but the man is far more beloved by his people than most would guess. A king needn't always be a force of nature. With kindness one might also rule.
There is kindness, too, in the way Satoshi's long fingers twist the blonde strands, his thumb skimming across the bare skin of Sho's neck and shoulders. Sho allows the king to circle him, his footfalls soft on the chamber rug as he admires the way Sho has played dress-up for him. In the day Sho leads the Commons with the strength of his speech and the confidence of a man in his prime. By night, he switches off and becomes putty in the hands of a man his polar opposite.
Sho finishes his sherry, returning the glass to the table. He knows without asking that His Majesty is needy tonight. He usually is when the council spends most of the day pressing him to marry, and he only defies them further by ensuring Sho spends the evening with him. Not that the council knows this is the case. Sho turns so that he might be unlaced, but Satoshi stops him with a warm palm to the space between his shoulder blades.
"If it pleases Your Majesty," Sho murmurs with a nod.
It stays on then. The constant nagging about a bride has gotten to him, and he wants the feminine guise to remain in place tonight. He feels the king's lean body behind him, pushing them toward the bed. As Sho mounts the mattress, he inhales in anticipation, positioning himself on his hands and knees. He faces the bed linens, curled hair not his own hanging down in his face as he attempts to remain steady.
Satoshi attends to him, sliding off the buckled shoes one at a time. He hears them each land on the rug as the king tosses them aside. Sho shuts his eyes, breath coming out in a hiss as the king's fingers dance up the back of his legs, teasing through the lace stockings. His Majesty may snooze through matters of state, but matters of this nature are far more to his liking.
He's a methodical man, tracing all the way to Sho's bare thighs where the lace ends. The heavy brocade fabric lifts as Satoshi moves the dress aside. "Thank you" is all Satoshi says to him before their coupling.
Thank you for continuing the charade. Thank you for all that you do for me. He doesn't need to say it out loud. If it pleases His Majesty and sets him at ease, then Sho will do it with no hesitation.
And there is little hesitation once the king is behind him minutes later, hands firmly around Sho's hips to bring their bodies together. Sho's fingers gather in the bed linens, balling them in his fists. To be favored so by the most powerful man in the realm fuels Sho's pleasure all the more, his breath coming in gasps from both the feeling of Satoshi moving inside him as well as the way the dress clings to his body in a manner his usual attire is not designed to do.
Satoshi's early gentleness fades as the tension mounts, both men driven closer to the edge. His frustration and the burdens of the crown are obvious as he slowly loses his usual calm, fingers ripping at the lacing on the back of Sho's dress while the fingers of his other hand dig into Sho's hip, claiming and demanding more. The king doesn't utter a word, but Sho knows everything he means to say with each punctuated thrust of his hips.
Completion nears, and Sho's seeing stars. He wants the king to come, begs for it in a manner that seems more like an order than a request. Satoshi acquiesces despite Sho's rudeness, spilling into Sho with one last satisfied movement.
His wig is askew when he prepares to depart, wishing there was some way to lengthen the time they could spend together. But the king's guards tend to check in on him at least once during the night for his safety. Satoshi's cheeks are pink, and his eyes are tired, but he gently pulls Sho's curls back into place so their secret remains.
"I think tomorrow I shall go fishing," Satoshi decides, crossing his arms to admire the way he's put Sho back together as a passable lady after he'd so thoroughly deconstructed him.
"But Your Majesty, the threat of piracy..."
Satoshi squeezes his hand. "Let me at least fall asleep with the thought in mind, won't you? I promise, I'll be a well-behaved little king come daybreak. But at least for tonight, let me dream of you and let me dream of fishing."
Sho squeezes in return. "And where do I fall? Before or after fishing?"
His Majesty releases him with a playful shove toward the secret door. "I'll never tell."
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Date: 2011-07-14 05:07 am (UTC)I can always be drunk with the mood of Yama stories and this one is no exception. I love Sho and Ohno's relationship, their night charade, how Sho would do anything and everything for Ohno yet be himself in the morning. The crossdressing is a plus!
Seriously, this is awesome~
Thankyou!
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-14 05:32 am (UTC)I love your characterization of Sho and Ohno and their secret relationship <3 Also, I have to admit, "Dread Pirate Aiba" made me lol. xD
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:06 pm (UTC)And Dread Pirate Aiba was my favorite :)
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:01 am (UTC)"I think tomorrow I shall go fishing," Satoshi decides, crossing his arms to admire the way he's put Sho back together as a passable lady after he'd so thoroughly deconstructed him.
I particularly like that line, and I can't articulate why so well, but I like the concept of constructing and deconstructing someone through sex--that it gets inside you and remakes you. And that Ohno does it so easily to Sho.
I also really like how submissive Sho is to Ohno in this. Yes, Ohno's the king, but Sho is loyal and adores him and it's not the typical awkward, confused Sho that pops up so often in fic. He knows what he's doing. He knows it's odd, but it's okay, because it's Ohno, and that's what's so great about it for me.
♥
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:09 pm (UTC)And you really pinpointed the one word I struggled with the most - deconstructed. Because I was worried about how to convey the idea and what word best fit. I had 'dismantled' at first which seemed too harsh. Even now, I'm all "what was I actually trying to say here?" So I'm glad you found it to work :)
And I'm not really an active Yama Pair shipper in the romantic sense - their friendship is one of my favorites though, actually. So I just tried to take what I love about their friendship - the loyalty and respect and sparkly hearts in Sho's eyes - and just did my best to elevate it.
Thank you :)
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Date: 2011-07-14 06:56 am (UTC)How Ohno has to put up with the concept of being the king and yet not wanting to do so. I like how you have their relationship seemingly unclear but at the same time knowing that they feel something for each other.
Thanks for this :D
....because I laughed so hard watching this episode. Silly Yama xD
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:12 pm (UTC)Thanks so much!
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Date: 2011-07-14 01:37 pm (UTC)I love it. I like how Sho would do anything for his king because King Ohno is a good king. And it's only unfortunately that he's stuck and can't do the things he loves the most such as fishing (and really loving Sho) because he is the king.
I can feel Ohno's sadness but I'm glad Sho is there for him. Awwwww, historical AUs, how I adore thee. :)
Awesome job on your first Yama! <3
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:14 pm (UTC)And I love Yama Pair because Sho has :D face for Ohno all day, every day. But yes, my love of historical AU is loud and proud, and I can't seem to avoid the angst train :)
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Date: 2011-07-15 05:44 am (UTC)I like how it shows Sho would do anything to support and please King Satoshi, and Satoshi put off finding a bride because his love is with Sho.
Satoshi couldn't do things he likes because he's king, but Sho understands him and stays by his side.
It's so much yama love <33
Thanks for writing XD
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:16 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-15 08:47 am (UTC)Loved this! Thank you for writing!
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:19 pm (UTC)I'm so glad you liked it, thank you!
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Date: 2011-07-15 01:02 pm (UTC)I like that it's based on the Shiyagare musical; I laughed so much watching that ep. I love the twist and the mention of Dread Pirate Aiba. I love that Sho here is so sure of his feelings and loyalty to Ohno, and I even love the sadness underneath it all, because they have to go back to their daytime roles. Between this and the OhnoxMeisa fic, today's just been a happy fic reading day for me. Thank you for sharing such awesomeness! ^_^
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Date: 2011-07-15 03:25 pm (UTC)Thanks so much, I'm glad you liked both stories even though they are ridiculously different from each other!
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Date: 2011-07-15 11:21 pm (UTC)love the plot..love the characters..they still have that essence of Sho and Ohno despite this being AU..and Aiba the pirate??? dude..u just have to write about that..haha..thanks for sharing^^
p/s:u make me want to write again...and after almost 10 months of absence...I don't know if I can..haha...but the mood is here again..
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Date: 2011-07-17 02:58 pm (UTC)And go for it with the writing! Good luck!!
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Date: 2011-07-16 10:07 am (UTC)I love the 'verse' you created based on it, and how mutual the Yama couple's relationship is written. With just a few sentences, we get to know King Ohno's nature and background, how his kindness is his ruling, how we get to feel the unconditional love Sho has for him, how Sho softens for Ohno. I especially love how you included the non-verbal communication that's so characteristic of Yama: the connection where Ohno's pent-up frustration of the crown is expressed through his tension in bed w/ Sho, and it's mutually understood between them.
I know you usually don't write this pairing, so thank you very much for doing so ♥
PS: Pirate Aiba had me giggle even if he's only in few lines.
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Date: 2011-07-17 03:00 pm (UTC)I prefer relationships based on mutual love/respect and Yama's really got that dynamic, so it made sense to me :)
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Date: 2011-07-16 10:32 pm (UTC)I really, really like this. Thanks for sharing :D
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Date: 2011-07-19 11:11 am (UTC)But even if there's no more, I really liked this! Sho's feelings for Ohno were so sweet. :) Thank you!
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Date: 2011-07-23 03:12 am (UTC)I think this one will stand on its own (if you saw my "To write" list you'd understand why LMAO)
Thank you!!
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Date: 2011-07-20 11:47 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-23 03:14 am (UTC)And this is my first legit Yama Pair story so I'm really happy it was believable, thank you :) :)
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Date: 2011-07-23 06:13 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-07-20 06:44 pm (UTC)Thank you so much for sharing, I loved it! <3
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Date: 2011-07-23 03:15 am (UTC)Thank you :) :)
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Date: 2011-07-21 02:44 am (UTC)It reflects the way that I seem them as a group, with Ohno being a sort of reluctant leader (only because he "won" janken) and Sho always stepping up to be there when he is needed, but fading into the background to let the others shine when he feels that it is best for the group.
Sorry, the English major in me just took over for a second, but really, this was absolutely lovely and Yama Pair needs to be celebrated more often!
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Date: 2011-07-23 03:17 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2011-08-08 09:42 pm (UTC)p.s. nice monty python reference. XD
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Date: 2011-08-14 02:09 pm (UTC)Thank you!
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Date: 2011-08-09 04:13 am (UTC)pretendabout Yama is that Sho is commanding during the day and submissive at night, and Ohno is the reverse, and this fic portrayed that perfectly with the added hierarchical roles (which is kind of a kink of mine, not even gonna lie). Basically, the point of my epic run-on was that this is awesome fic. ♥no subject
Date: 2011-08-14 02:09 pm (UTC)