Computer Troubles

BY : Sylc
Category: Descendents of Darkness/Yami No Matsuei > General
Dragon prints: 1611
Disclaimer: I do not own Descendants of Darkness (Yami no Matsuei), nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Title: Computer Troubles
Author: sylc
Summary: Watari fixes Tatsumi's computer and makes Tatsumi uncomfortable.
Pairing: Tatsumi/Watari
Rating: PG13
Warning: Slash
Disclaimer: I do not own nor do I make money from this.

"Should I move?"

"No, no." Even as Watari speaks, Tatsumi sees blond hair tumble into the periphery of his vision, feels the man lean further over him, the noticeable touch of the white coat turn to the unignorable heat of the man's body through his clothes. His jaw tightens and he forces his attention away from the discomforting invasion into his personal space and back to the glaring blue screen of his computer monitor. Or... it had been blue. It's now black with white text streaming across it in synchrony with the movements of the elegant fingers that appear to be flying across his ratty grey keyboard... flying so fast that it is impossible to follow them. It mesmerises his eyes and he welcomes the opportunity to try to follow their path... anything to distract himself from the awkward embrace of the eccentric man who's behind him and so wrapped up in his serenading of the cursed machine that he's oblivious to his co-worker's extreme discomfort. Or is he?

Watari's hands suddenly lift from the keyboard, the man leans back, the heat disappears, there's a whispered, "Done!" Tatsumi blinks when he notices the grey coloured desktop staring at him from the screen and then frowns; he's perturbed that he lost track of the events unfolding on the screen... and at how cold it suddenly seems around the back of his neck. He raises his hand to readjust his spectacles, an excuse to buy time and collect his thoughts, when someone else's hand readjusts them for him. His eyes widen.

The hand drops, patting his shoulder on the owner's retreat from his personal space. "Call me if there are any more problems," Watari says from behind him. There's a pause and then he adds, "Or anything at all."

As the office door closes, Tatsumi supposes that that could be taken as a double entendre. He exhales, eyes narrow. "Pervert," he mutters.

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