Olikase Oneshots

Bedtime Lullaby

Oliver leaned forward and fiddled with the small knob of the table lamp. The illuminating streams of light breaking through the darkness in his bedroom glared his eyes after a while, causing him to perceive his surroundings with a dark-opaque film. Blotches of aurora danced in his vision as he leaned back into his bed after dimming the light. It gave him a slight headache, but he had to smile lightly watching the play of colors frame Fukase's face.

Soon enough the dark complexion vanished and Oliver's eyes adjusted to the fair darkness. He noticed the weak rays of lights to embrace his lover's torso lightly from behind. Combined with Fukase's lopsided smile right in front of him, Oliver couldn't feel any more at ease. His hand reached out to strike through the claret-red hair, purposely pushing the front bangs in Fukase's eyes. The elongated strands reached almost the tip of the redhead's nose. Oliver chuckled internally when thinking of Fukase's daily morning ritual in immediately curling his hair or else he'd go crazy with the lack of sight without it.

Fukase pushed Oliver's hand away and stroke his hair back with a frown. His whines of irritation met mere chuckles coming from his lover, leaving him more offended than upset. He shook it off with a grunt.

"Since you're up to annoying me again, how about getting back to what we just talked about?"

Oliver was the one to be frowning this time. Letting his eyes shift across the different attractions in his room, he tried to recall their prior conversation. He hadn't really payed attention much as he was busy staring at his boyfriend's features in astonishment instead. He remembered the occasional light laughter coming from Fukase; Oliver figured it wasn't a serious conversation at least.

Rolling on his back, Oliver stared up the ceiling and stretched himself. With a yawn, he shook his head.

"Nah, let's just go to sleep instead."

"I'm not tired though."

Oliver grimaced and rolled to the side facing away Fukase. He shuffled a little more until closing his eyes with a mischievous smile.

"Then be my bedside vigil."

"Insensitive slug," Fukase retorted sharply, but with an obvious hint of sarcasm. With a jolt, he scooted up to his lover, hugging him from behind. He leaned his jaw against Oliver's shoulder and huffed. He didn't fall for Oliver's way of pretending to be asleep and instead let his fingertips travel across Oliver's neck. The gentle brushes made the blond tense up but not react yet. Fukase smirked and added a soft blow onto the delicate skin, bringing his lover to groan and scratch his neck vigorously.

"Would you mind buzzing off?"

Once tiredness captivated Oliver's mind, it was fairly easy to hit on his nasty side. Fukase knew that but didn't mind the harsh tone in his lover's voice. Instead, he was rather surprised to find the blond to speak politely. However, he did not falther for long and jumped for his last chance to talk to Oliver.

"Could you sing me a lullaby?"

The fragile shyness resonating in Fukase's voice bewildered the blond as he turned around in surprise. He found a pair of glazed eyes pinning him down in sheer aspiration. Oliver was the kind of person to refuse any kind of request if it came across him wanting to sleep at the very moment. Even now -  if it weren't for Fukase's stare to be digging deep down to Oliver's heart - he would find himself turning back again and ignoring the redhead's words until dawn. 

This time instead, the blond considered his lover's words for a moment but frowned at the return of his memory. Vivid pictures of him and his brother during childhood took shape, causing Oliver to both beam with happiness and sigh in disappointment.

"I don't think you'll like it. They all have religious leanings."

Fukase leaned in closer on Oliver to hear the muttering better. "Like what?"

"Most of the time, my parents were singing psalms with us before bed."

Fukase leaned back again as his lover wriggled under the heavy weight on him. His eyes shifted off Oliver's face down to the bed sheets. Noticing his lover's pattern of conscious thoughts, the blond rolled over to completely face the redhead, who continuously stared at the bed sheets, sunken deep in his own conclusions. Oliver waited patiently.

"So you never got to hear proper bedtime lullabies?"

"Watch it," Oliver's expression darkened in one hit as he snarled and glared at Fukase, who quickly noticed his own mistake and kissed the blond's head apologetic. Despite his lover's fairly lacking attraction towards religion, Fukase found himself falling into sensitive traps every now and then. Unsure of how to approach Oliver about it, he most often merely let it slip. This time, he took a mental note to ask about his partner's peculiar relation to it some other day.

"What about you?" Oliver retorted, snapping Fukase out of his thoughts. The redhead hummed when rummaging around in his own treasure chest of childhood memories.

"I don't really remember them," Fukase admitted eventually with a following sigh. His eyes lit up shortly after thinking harder about it once more.

"There's one part though. Close your eyes."

Oliver didn't hesitate at this command and returned back to his sleeping position with an affirmative hum. Just as he buried his head into the pillow, he heard the first tones leaving Fukase's mouth. His voice was rather throaty, making this scene not appear like a typical bedtime lullaby from a scattered childhood memory. Oliver didn't know how to feel about this, but he didn't really care either. He had held back with the prominent urge to find sleep all this time, now he didn't want to miss his chance. Noticing his mind to fall into its numb heights, there was a blurred out melody travelling along.

"ゆりかごのつなを
木ねずみが揺するよ
ねんねこねんねこ
ねんねこよ

ゆ りかごのゆめに
黄色い月がかかるよ
ねんねこねんねこ
ねんねこよ"

Fukase didn't move in anticipation for Oliver's usual half-hearted criticism on his hoarse voice, however, the regular flat breathing of the person lying in front of him signaled him that the blond had fallen asleep in the meantime instead. A weak string of dissatisfaction rooted inside of the redhead as he originally wanted to be the one to be sung to. 

Seeing no sense in waking Oliver one more time, he decided to drop it for tonight and instead snuggle closer to his lover after turning off the light completely. The darkness tucking the two of them in their dream world waited for new rays of light to gouge holes in its silhouette – until Fukase would get his favor returned eventually.

I couldn't get an eye shut without writing this story idea out first. Good night now, everyone.