A Tale of Two Foxes: (Kogitsune X Mikazuki)

A Tale of Two Foxes - Chapter 5

CHAPTER 5

The next day...

Mikazuki wandered down the garden path to the teahouse. With his mind consumed by thoughts of Kogitsune, he hadn't slept a wink. His body felt heavy and his mind clouded. To say he was confused would be an understatement, and although he stayed in an almost constant state of bewilderment, not even he was equipped to handle this level of utter confusion.

He'd spent the entire night contemplating his almost kiss with Kogitsune; what it meant and what it had changed between them. Or rather, if it had changed anything at all...

Mikazuki could recount, in vivid detail, every second leading up to the moment their lips had almost touched. He'd felt an explosion of new and exciting emotions, eliciting a desire he didn't quite understand, but most certainly wanted to.

Perhaps if he was more experienced in the art of love making, things between him and Kogitsune would have continued. He'd never kissed anyone in his life, and his fear and hesitation had stopped him from finishing what Kogitsune had inadvertently started. Mikazuki couldn't help but blame himself for shattering such a perfect moment. Kogitsune wasn't the type of male to turn down pleasures of the flesh, so if something had given him pause, it was obviously something Mikazuki had done, or perhaps didn't do.

"Or he remembered you're a guy," Mikazuki muttered, groaning softly when he remembered that Kogitsune was, in fact, straight as an arrow.

Hence Mikazuki's growing confusion. He'd seen the look in Kogitsune's eyes; felt the male's arousal pressed firmly against his belly. You couldn't fake that kind of reaction, and even one as inexperienced as Mikazuki knew that. Kogitsune clearly wanted him, and Mikazuki clearly wanted him in return. So why had the male stopped?

Mikazuki slid the door to the teahouse open, sighing heavily as he took off his shoes and stepped inside. He was greeted by a pained groan followed by a pitiful whimper.

"Please, Mika-chan," Tsurumaru grumbled, "try not to sigh so loudly. I feel like my head is going to explode."

"Sorry," Mikazuki whispered, sliding the door closed with a soft click.

"I never want drink again," Tsurumaru whimpered, resting his head back on the table.

"You always say that," Mikazuki replied, starting the tea-making process as quietly as possible. "I take it you all had fun last night?"

"Honestly, I don't really know. The last thing I remember was Mitsu-kun standing on a table serenading some girl."

Mikazuki laughed, doing his best not to make noise while doing it. Tsurumaru looked positively miserable. The small male always drank more than his tiny frame could handle. Usually, one of the larger Swords ended up carrying him home on their back or in their arms.

"I didn't know Mitsu-kun could sing," Mikazuki replied, lighting the fire. "I almost regret not going now."

"He's surprisingly good, too," Tsurumaru remarked, his voice hoarse from a night of laughing and cheering. "But after that, things get fuzzy. I woke up in Tonbo-san's bed late this morning. He was kind enough to carry me here."

"How did that happen?"

"Who knows," Tsurumaru answered weakly, lifting his head and rubbing his temples. "Tonbo-san said I insisted on staying, but hell if I know."

Mikazuki clucked his tongue in rebuke. "Language, Tsuru-chan."

"Sorry," he replied with a yawn. "Anyway, I could use a cup of your tea. Not only does my head hurt, but so does everything else. I feel like I got into a fight and lost."