This is a little batarou gift for @spunlikesugar because she is so awesome. You are the best, sweetness. Nothing but love, raw fish and surly affectionate dudes for you, bb!
Badd had to gently but firmly keep a hold on Garou’s hand
as he all but jumped back at the assault of the restaurant staff when they
stepped into the sushi restaurant. Badd gave a little bow, and they were led to
a booth by one of the kind-faced waitresses. It wasn’t the traditional place to
be seated, but Badd knew that Garou liked to be able to see outside. Outside,
rain was falling, giving the city a black and white quality save for the red glow
of the restaurant awning.
Badd slid into one side and was surprised when he looked
up to find Garou sitting next to him rather than across. “I’ve never done
this before. I want to be close where I can see how it’s done.”
“Still can’t believe you’ve never had sushi,”
Badd said, trying to clear his throat to scare off the slight blush spreading
across his cheeks. Garou didn’t help the matter by very pointedly rubbing his
thigh against his.
“It never came up,” Garou said, shrugging, as
Badd ordered them warm sake for the table.
“S'alright. I like being your first.” Badd
grinned and slipped his hand into his under the table. Holding Garou’s hand
wasn’t like holding anyone else’s hand. He never just settled against him and
went still. No, Garou’s fingers were always moving, stroking his knuckles or
opening his fingers so he could close them around Badd’s fist. At first, Badd
had thought he just didn’t know what to do, but after a while he realized that
Garou just liked how it felt, exploring and studying and indulging himself like
that. It definitely helped that Badd loved his hands just as much.
It was a comfortable silence until the sake arrived, and
then Badd poured for them both. “So, when did ya have sake for the first
“Shut up!” Badd laughed. “How the hell did
Garou smirked as he reached forward and picked up the
small cup. He clinked it against Badd’s before taking a slight, savoring sip.
His lashes fluttered a bit as the alcohol traveled down his throat, and Badd
found himself swallowing too, though not just because of the drink. “That
old fool keeps an entire stocked kitchen at that place. Don’t ask me why. But,
yeah, when I first started staying with him, I found his liquor cabinet. And
I’d just nab a little here and there when he was out. But, see, anything I
drank I filled back up with water.” Garou started snickering. “I
remember Bang callin’ the place he got that sake from…shit, he was mad. He
thought he got cheated.”
Badd put down his cup to shake his head and laugh.
“Damn, you’ve always been trouble, huh?”
“Yeah, but you like trouble.” Badd could see
Garou’s eyes flit behind him to make sure that no one was paying too much
attention before he leaned over and kissed Badd softly, quickly. Somehow, the
sake tasted sweeter from his mouth, and Badd reached over to tip his chin close
again for another moment of contact.
A minute or so later, the waitress returned with a full
tray loaded with a variety of sushi. Badd had wanted Garou to be able to try
whatever tickled his fancy, so he had ordered a generous helping of sashimi,
nigiri and maki rolls. Badd reached over and poured a shallow pool of soy sauce
into Garou’s dipping bowl as well as his own. “Is that enough?” Garou
asked, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah. Don’t want to waste it. It’s rude.”
“Metal Bat cares about being rude?”
“Yeah, jackass, sometimes I do.” His voice held
no heat to it, though, even as he gave him a little jab with his elbow.
“So you’ll wanna use your chopsticks for the sashimi, yeah? But the nigiri
and the maki you can just use your fingers, if ya want.”
Badd wasn’t surprised when Garou went straight for the
pieces of plain raw fish, devouring two slices of salmon and one of tuna in
quick succession. The Human Monster’s affinity for raw meats had been established
basically from day one, when Badd had had to practically hide strips of beef
for dinner because Garou would grab them off the plate while he was chopping
Badd picked up a piece of whitefish nigiri, dipping it
fish-side down in his soy sauce before eating it whole. He glanced over when he
realized that Garou was staring at him, and he made a point to just very, very
briefly lick the tip of his finger. It felt like vengeance for earlier, because
now Garou was the one going a bit red.
After a while, Badd noticed that Garou had avoided the
maki. “‘Ey. Try one of the rolls. They’re good. They’ve got, like, avocado
and crab and stuff. You’ll like it.”
Garou narrowed his eyes at the rolls distrustfully.
“For me?” Badd bit his lip as he
picked up one of the rolls with his chopsticks and held it towards Garou’s face,
his other hand slightly beneath his chin. For a second, the former Hero Hunter
stared at him balefully but then something softened in his expression, nose twitching
at the combination of scents as they came to him. He opened his mouth and took
the offered sampling. His eyes closed briefly, and Badd had been around him
long enough to know he was hooked. “What did I tell ya?”
They ate sushi until they were stuffed. Badd ordered them
each a small mochi ball for dessert, but when they arrived, Garou ate his
quickly while grabbing Badd’s. “Oi,” Badd said, leveling his gaze,
but only for a moment as Garou raised it towards Badd’s lips.
“You made this look fun,” he said, simply, a
coy, playful grin playing at his face.
Badd opened his mouth and accepted the sweet, not
breaking eye contact with Garou. Just slightly, he scraped the pad of his thumb
with his incisor, lips dragging over the tips of Garou’s fingers. The lust that
suddenly permeated the air was thick enough that Badd felt warm, though not in
an unpleasant way.
“I can’t wait to get you home,” Garou whispered
so only Badd could hear. The booth suddenly felt very, very small, much more
intimate than before.
“Yeah, likewise.” Badd cleared his throat.
“Hey, uh…so…I brought ya here tonight for a reason. And it’s probably
dumb but like…” Why did this feel so awkward? It didn’t help that Garou
stared at him like he had gone from being the most attractive thing in the room
to the most confusing. “It’s been six months since…our fight.”
Garou didn’t blink.
“So…happy anniversary, I guess?”
He waited for the Human Monster to start laughing or to
scoff or to just roll his eyes, but he didn’t. His brows furrowed instead, and
he said simply, “You remembered that?”
Badd hadn’t been ready for Garou to react the way he did.
This wasn’t some coy little move, avoiding the gaze of anyone around. No. Garou
cupped his face and pulled him into an eager, full kiss that was all love and
adoration, fingers rubbing his jaw, thumbing his ear. Badd rubbed his arms, the
angle making it difficult for him to do much more than just ride out the
wonderful moment. Maybe it was sentimentality coloring the scene, but Badd was
pretty damn sure it was the best kiss of his life.
“Now,” Garou said when he pulled back, his eyes
smouldering, “I really can’t
wait to get you home.”
As an Australian I don't understand the obsession with Dr. Pepper. It tastes like metal, toothpaste and sugar. Tastes even weirder in the cherry flavour... What's the big deal? Coke and Pepsi is better
RULES: WE’RE SNOOPING ON YOUR PLAYLIST.
SET YOUR ENTIRE MUSIC LIBRARY ON SHUFFLE AND REPORT THE FIRST TEN TRACKS THAT POP UP! THEN CHOOSE AN ADDITIONAL TEN FRIENDS.
1. Cancer - My Chemical Romance
2. Somebody Else - The 1975
3. Oh ms Believer - Twenty One Pilots
4. Paris - The Chainsmokers
5. 7 - Catfish and the Bottlemen
6. BITE - Troye Sivan
7. Heavy Metal War - SPEAK
8. Sugar, We’re Going Down - Fall Out Boy
9. Don’t - Ed Sheeran
10. Modern Jesus - Portugal. The Man
I tag everyone who wants to do this bc I’m lazy and can’t think of 10 people ^_^
Blue is the colour of trust, honor, loyalty and familiarity. It is a calming hue that leads an individual back to safety and places that feel like home.
The dirty smell of smoke hits you even before you’ve opened to the door to Calum’s beat-up car.
“Gaah..” You stumble back, covering your nose and mouth with the edge of your sweater. You hitched up your bag and slid into the passenger seat, the leather littered with half-eaten potato chips and old, stringy gummy worms.
“It smells like weed in here.”
“Aaahh..”Calum grins, sliding into the front seat and taking a breath of his cigarette before tossing the stick out the window. “That would be the weed.”