Clothes and brocade night travel [comprehensive]

"Awaited."

"Ah, not at all. I am Takanori Midou, the new resident downstairs. Please forgive me for coming here." Standing at the door was a man in his early thirties, with a good-looking appearance and sharp eyes. All the sense of oppression, the tone of speech is polite and well-educated, but also very indifferent.

"Midou...Mr. Koonori, is that right?" Diarmuid labeled Mido Takanori in his heart as a non-threatening person before letting him out with a smile, "I'm just hired to take care of the residents here, please come in and sit down for a while. I'm going to ask him to come out."

"...Then excuse me." Midou Konori hesitated for a moment, then nodded and walked into the door, Natsume had already brought him slippers very sensiblely, and asked him to thank him again, his tense expression relaxed slightly.

However, when he saw Kyogokuhiko who was yawning and casually wearing a piece of clothing and came out of the study, the expression on his face became cold and hard again, even more unkind than before, like a soldier facing an enemy They are generally fully armed and do not show any emotion.

"Yo, long time no see..." Kyogokuhiko sat lazily on the sofa next to him, and casually hugged a pillow in his arms, "You seem to be in good condition... Uncle Midou Takanori."

"I'm fine, you don't need to worry about it." Midou Takanori said, "Instead of worrying about me, you might as well take good care of your own body." He spoke mercilessly, but he could hear the concern in it.

The kinship relationship between Kyogokuhiko and Midou Takanori is actually very weak. Mido Takanori is a relative of Kyogoku Yuu’s original wife’s natal family. As the saying goes, there is a distance of three thousand miles between the two of them. Not to mention that Kyogokuyu's original wife died young, and the Mido family was neither a famous family nor a follower of power, so after Kyogokuyu remarried, the two families almost broke off contact. After the news of the death, it was just a matter of meaning to send a younger generation of the family who happened to be in Tokyo to express condolences, and the relationship was so weak.

Needless to say, it can be guessed that the family junior who was sent to go through the motions was Takanori Midou, who had just moved to Tokyo's company and stabilized.

Doing the math, it has been almost six years now, Midou Takanori looked at Kyogokuhiko with complicated eyes, asking for an extra strawberry Daifuku on the handsome man who opened the door for him, his faceless and dazed appearance made him doubt his own Something is wrong with the eyes.

"Uncle, drink tea." Natsume put the teacup on the coffee table, smiled sweetly, and then ran to sit next to Kyogokuhiko, his calf dangling in the air, very cute.

Takanori Midou thanked him, took a sip from the teacup and calmed down. He still remembers the first time he saw Kyogokuhiko, the young boy who had just passed his ninth birthday had a cold and serious face, and arranged himself decisively and properly. Grandfather’s funeral was well-mannered and smooth. Even an adult could not do better than him. When meeting with him, he added a sentence: “Grandmother should be very happy to see him.” The voice was clear and clear. Like Suiyu, her tone was flat but inexplicably cold enough to make people's backs tingle.

At that time, Kyogokuhiko was full of indifference and maturity beyond his age. Mido Takano never thought that he would become a relative with whom he had a good relationship with him three or four times a year, nor I thought that one day I would see him acting like a spoiled child just to eat one more glutinous rice dumpling but failed.

In fact, if you think about it carefully, this is a normal behavior in line with his age, right...

"So, what happened?" Kyogokuhiko saw that Diarmuid put Daifuku in the refrigerator, he could only curl his lips in dissatisfaction, and turned his attention to Midou Takanori who was in a state of deep thought.

"No..." Midou Koonori stopped in the middle of speaking, sighed and said in frustration, "I can handle it myself, you don't have to worry."

He had known for a long time that nothing could be hidden from Kyogokuhiko, and he probably had been completely seen through as soon as he entered the room.

"Okay." Seeing that he didn't want to say anything, Kyogokuhiko didn't force him, "Don't be polite to me if you need something." The relationship between them is not good enough to ask the bottom of their hearts, but if the other party needs anything, He was not hesitant to lend a helping hand.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Midou Takano showed a little smile on his face.

"By the way, I heard that you resigned?" Kyogokuhiko suddenly remembered the rumors he heard some time ago, and asked casually.

"Well, I want to change the environment." Midou Takanori said.

Quitting his job, moving house, changing his number, Takanori Midou, who is unexpectedly nostalgic in some way, can make such a decision so quickly and put it into practice, it must be something that will distort his entire life for him. It must be something very unpleasant to escape from life so eagerly.Kyogokuhiko frowned and stretched his brows without any trace, and nodded his head as if he didn't want to delve into it.

Mido Takano heaved a sigh of relief, stood up and said, "It's time for me to say goodbye, there are still some things to do later."

Kyogokuhiko knew that this was just an excuse, so he didn't force him to stay. He sent him out the door after a few polite words, and raised his hand to leave a trail of spiritual power on him.

Midou Takanori's body was stained with some mixed filth, although with the passage of time, there are basically not many residues left, but for ordinary people, it is easy to be affected so that the body is not very comfortable.

After closing the door, I turned around and saw Natsume following Diarmuid, looking at Diarmuid with shining eyes, full of little stars who admired him.

When he defeated Natsume Reiko for the first time back then, she seemed to have the same eyes, bright, admiring and tenacious to admit defeat. After calculation, more than 50 years have passed, and the little girl's grandson is already this big.

For the first time, he felt a bit reluctant about how long he had lived. Kyogokuhiko smiled and shook his head. Taking advantage of Diarmuid's carelessness, he stole a big blessing from the refrigerator and hid it in the study. This body has a serious stomach problem. Wrong, but that was the old calendar of many years ago, and one or two glutinous rice dumplings can't beat his current stomach.

And Diarmuid, who found that there was one less Daifuku in the refrigerator, didn't say much, and acquiesced to indulge Kyogokuhiko's stealing. After all, he has lived for hundreds of years, so he should still have some control .

perhaps……

Natsume looked around and saw that there was no one around. The timing was just right. He reached out and tugged at the corner of Diarmuid's clothes, and asked in a low voice, "Are you and your husband...are you father and mother?"

Intimately joking, hugging, and kissing, in the eyes of Natsume's young boy, this should be something that only parents can do. After accepting the setting of Kyogokuhiko who is very old, accepting that two men can also It's not difficult to be like mom and dad, especially for the little angel Natsume who has a big heart and can accept monsters in the world, but he still always feels that something is not right, which makes mom and dad's speculation Not so reliable.

Diarmuid's reaction also confirmed his intuition, "No." Diarmuid was only stunned for a moment before quickly rejecting Natsume's question, presumably Natsume saw Kyogokuhiko kissing him in the morning , "I don't have that kind of relationship with...he."

For a moment I didn't know how to address Kyogokuhiko, so he simply used "he" to refer to him. Seeing that Natsume was still troubled and confused, Diarmuid sighed softly, put down the things in his hand, picked Natsume up and put him on the sofa. He sat down next to him and said, "The situation between me and him is more complicated, but it's not what you imagined."

"You guys hugged and kissed..." Natsume was even more confused. "Mom said that we can only kiss each other like father loves mother..."

"...That's true." Diarmuid said with difficulty, trying to organize his words in his head. As an enthusiastic and unrestrained Celtic whose comrades-in-arms often have sex with each other, how would he get along with the pure Natsume? Explain that he and Kyogokuhiko were indeed kissed, and even more outrageous things happened, but there was no such thing as a heartbeat between them.

"I regard him as my master, respect him, obey him, and take his orders as my own will, but I don't think this is love." Diarmuid, whose adoptive father escaped and sacrificed himself and maintained a pure private life that his comrades ridiculed, did not think it was a big deal to have a physical relationship with the lord. Lingering and kissing are not catalysts that turn loyalty into love, but rather Everything must be strongly connected to each other, "I will be his most loyal knight, and I will dedicate everything to him, whether it is life or body." The knight summed up his relationship with Kyogokuhiko in one sentence, raising his hand Touch Natsume's hair.

"Isn't it possible to kiss in the relationship between parents?" Natsume was puzzled.

"...if you love him, you can."

"Then do you love sir?"

"Of course I love him... the kind of love that I love." Diarmuid said, "There are many kinds of love, no matter what kind, when you feel that you love him very much, you can express it with kisses , but remember, only when you love him very, very much."

Natsume nodded half-understanding, and Diarmuid rubbed the top of his head again.

"Okay, you're not old enough to think about this, do you want to eat something and watch TV?" Diarmuid thought for a while, and began to divert Natsume's attention.

"...Yes!" It was very natural to succeed.

Diarmuid stood up to get some snacks and drinks. Natsume turned on the TV and tuned to his favorite channel with great interest. The two of them didn't know that someone in the study who heard their conversation clearly gritted his teeth and almost broke his hand. pen.

At the beginning, the flirting and ambiguity that was just to pass the time gradually deteriorated. Over the hundreds of years, the obsession gradually took root in my heart, and I did not hesitate to do business with the profiteer of the will of the world, risking my life. When I came back, I thought that the person reacted so enthusiastically and obsessively, that he would risk his life for him because he had similar thoughts with him, but in the end...

snort!

loyalty!

The young master, whose face was blurred by the malice of the world and cultural differences, expressed that he was in a bad mood.

I am not interested in writing half of the things I wrote in my hand. I threw the unbroken but crumbling pen into the pen holder and replaced it with a new one. I spread out a brand new manuscript paper and began to list the plan and shopping list. At the same time Don't forget to add more than ten pages of accounts to the Cavaliers in my heart.

Sooner or later, one day you will love me so much that you can't extricate yourself!

Kyogokuhiko had nowhere to vent his anger, so he had no choice but to toss Diarmuid even harder. That night, under the banner of "it will be troublesome if the bed sheets are dirty", he insisted on teasing people in the bathroom until his hands and legs were weak. Eye circles are red, turning theory into practice, using hands and mouth to make Diarmuid complete the achievement of "being played with so much that he can't shoot anything" when his body hardware is not up to standard, he can only lie in the bathtub with tears all over his face On the side, the lips were red and swollen from being sucked, and the hickeys left by Kyogokuhiko were all over the body, and there was an unconscious whimpering sound from his throat, like a big wronged dog who was bullied too much by his master.

Even so, when Kyogokuhiko stretched out his hand again, he didn't avoid or refuse. He rubbed against the hand that was stroking his hair, and narrowed his chaotic and absent-minded eyes to get closer to Kyogokuhiko. A few meaningless murmurs, if there is a tail, it probably needs to be fawningly shake a few times.

Kyogokuhiko laughed, and seeing him like this, he felt that his stomach was full of anger and disappeared. He knew that today's game was a bit too much, so he kissed the corners of his tired and closed eyes comfortingly, with gentleness between his eyebrows and eyes.

After venting his lack of magic power several times, Diarmuid fell asleep in the bathtub. Fortunately, Kyogokuhiko was not really a young and frail 14-year-old. After scrubbing people clean and putting on a bathrobe, he summoned two paper figurine shikigami Sending him to the bed, Xu Shi was really exhausted, Diarmuid completely lost his usual sharp vigilance, fell on the bed and curled up, sleeping on his own and unconscious.

"Stupid..." Kyogokuhiko poked the corner of the knight's mouth twice, and he hummed hoarsely a few times. His eyes were a little swollen from crying, but the red corners of his eyes were very pleasant.

After turning off the lights in the room, he leaned on the shoulder of the knight beside him and fell into a deep sleep.

Whether it's worth mentioning, left or right... the future will be long.

that night he

He dreamed of a big dog following behind him, his golden eyes were full of admiration, as if he could bark twice when he touched his head, he thought so, so he stretched out his hand and touched it, fluffy Soft light brown hair, a particularly long strand on the front of the forehead, dangling so that he stretched out his hand and tugged twice, the dog's eyes were filled with water in an instant, extremely wronged, the tail raised and swung twice, whining and chirping sound.

So Kyogokuhiko stretched out his hand to touch it soothingly, from head to tail, and stroked slowly along the strands of hair. The hair was soft and hot, and buried in the hair could smell the sweetness of honey. The fragrance makes people feel addicted to touch.

Touching it, the fur under his hand turned into silky skin, and when he lowered his head, he faced the knight's misty eyes full of steam...

……

The next day, Kyogokuhiko threw the panties and sheets into the washing machine with a stiff face, turned his head and pinched Diarmuid's buttocks, successfully making the knight suppress the smile on his lips.

Looks like he needs a second little book for keeping his books.