masanari | [Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[Futurelandia] The Wonderful Christmas (and maybe into New Years stuff too)

[ Their pack's Christmas tended to be one which was full and chaotic, despite the fact that there were increasingly less children in the house as Yamato and Junko (and yes, Koji too) all grew to maturity. In some ways, this was actually more "kids" than had been in the house for it than in a long time, what with their new additions.

Still: Masaomi, Nariko, Ada, Sullivan, Emily, Octavio, Tom, Yamato, Junko, Koji, Veronica, and Audrey - Twelve people with at least one gift for everyone else, often times more in the case of those who were more generous or had deeper pockets or more to impress others with. The sheer number (even if it had grown over time) is probably what prompted them to set up a grate tree in one of the living room spaces which was probably meant to be a formal dining room and then lay out all the presents from everyone wrapped up under it andt hen sprawled out for a wide area around it all. There's chairs set up in a circle around the room to give everyone room to sit and the first one there (Which if, of course, Masaomi) brought bags for the wrapping paper to go into a recycle.

Also Masaomi has on a santa hat and a fake beard. Both of which Ada picked out years ago, and he wears mostly out of tradition. It's similarly out of tradition that he got up at the ass crack of dawn to sit in the room and eat some rice before anyone else got up, wait for them all to filter on in here usually starting with Ada or Sullivan or in recent years his eldest son so people can start to make breakfast and be ready. But either way, breakfast and present opening in the morning! A white elephant gift exchange game in the afternoon! A big dinner in the evening!

Christmas is a time of togetherness, where there has to be some structure, but there's a lot which can happen beyond all that and often did. Movies watched, songs sung, and even if this year of different and strange for a variety of reasons... well. It was still their day, and everyone would enjoy it. ]

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[If Masaomi knew what was in her head then, well, he should be proud, right? He was always saying marriage and all that was archaic, outdated, right? So if he wanted to appease Charlotte with it then why would Nariko care? It'd be weird and kind of sting a little, sure, but that's about it. It wouldn't mean anything.

And in truth she's kind of put having kids on that list, too, despite all of her talk with Yamato last night. She was on her birth control, she wasn't above buying the morning after pill, either. But he's ... Apparently considering having kids again.]

Oh.

[That's all she has for a moment.] I mean, to be fair I think you can be too old for loud parties but not too old for kids.

[Masaomi's only shocked her to the core maybe once or twice over the course of their relationship, but this gets to be the third. She's too tired to know what she's supposed to say or what she's even supposed to feel, aside from vindicated, except it's weirdly bitter and painful in the back of her throat.]

[ Marriage is archaic, it is outdated. It's a falsehood that complicates everything. But ti some people, it means something. And to Nariko, it means something. Nariko is the love of his life, he would not survive without her, and he would never willingly do something he knew would hurt her. Which is perhaps his biggest weakness, and why he's dragged his heels about everything. He inhales again, and with his fortune safely in his pocket, he begins to walk with her out back towards the car. They both had good fortunes, right? No need to tie them up.

But... ]

Probably. [ But. ] I'm still thinking about it now, and something last night got me thinking about it more. [ He tilts his head and - ] and so I wanted to talk to you this time. I kinda just... scheduled it last time. But I could reverse my vasectomy. And I wanted to talk to you about that. That's my important thing.

[It did mean something to her, at some point.

She's still got her fortune in her hand, she still has no idea how to field any of this at all. She still has to drive, and she's incredibly fucking hungry. While he's talking she tries to weigh the likelihood that he might have enough alcohol in his system to count him as drunk. But that would be mean, so she gives herself an extra few seconds to respond.]

If you decide it's something you want to do then it's alright. [Did he think she was going to say no, or something? It'd actually make sense if that was his concern.] I'm not going to be mean to them or their mothers, they'll just be part of the family. We'll have to talk to the kids again, though, and I'm not sure that'll go over any better than the last time.

[So they would need to prepare for it. And she has to accept that when she said 'kids' she only thought of Junko and Koji, not Yamato.]

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[ Huh... ]

No I-- I want to have more children with you?

[ It's true, he had promised Emily. It's true, he did still have his vision for a harem thing in his head. He was actually working out in his mind how he was going to get that point. But then she jumped the gun and he didn't know what was going on here? And she was...

What's with her tone? What's with her mood? Should she be more elated, or if she's assuming things like this, more terrified? Did she... ]

Ah. [This is a morning for single syllable responses while they head to Emily's car because she can't think of anything else to say. And it has to look bad to him, she knows, but she can't think of anything to say, there isn't even a bit of anger to draw on! What's she supposed to do here?

Regardless, she's pretty determined to go through the motions of at least making it into the car, but she sits there, kind of staring off into the distance for about nine seconds, which might feel much longer. She's never really internally freaked out about something like this, not in a long, long, long ass time.]

I mean that's ... [She can never shut her damn mouth any other moment of her life and now she's struggling.] I'm sorry I just - I mean I didn't think you'd ever want to again and I stopped thinking about it so - [She's trying to explain herself because Nariko's basically been nothing but a pile of overreaction and frustration for him in the last six weeks and she's trying not to be that.]

Yamato and I mated.

[That. Is definitely not how she planned on telling him but she didn't wake up thinking her other, first mate might consider having children again when she'd finally stopped being angry over it. So they can both have a fun filled morning.]

[ What.

She's right, those seconds felt like an eternity, the march to the car saw everything about him feeling cold, numb, filled with an anticipation he couldn't begin to qualify. What could be the problem here, what was he missing. What was... Was he too late or-

... For all of his bravado about how excited he was, about how he'd steal her back if that happened, what comes out of his mouth, perhaps a little bit drunk and tired is - ]

You're replacing me?

[ It sounds so scared, so needy, so incredibly unlike him. But what was he supposed to get from the context of that sentence. You only had one mate. It's just... how it worked. And she resented him that much? that she did it? Not that you can control that, but what was he supposed to get from the context of that sentence? ]

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No!

[They’re both tired and he’s drunk and she’s still not completely awake, and none of this even feels real, except for his tone, the fear in it and her innate need to fix it.] I love you! I can’t - I can’t not love you! [They’ve been together a very long time, so long that it might be easy to miss the ways they click back into place when they’re together. The dumb jokes and contact, the sense of rightness - none of that had left, for her. If anything that sensation was alarmingly highlighted now, a facet of her every day life that she’d sort of gotten used to after two decades. But it’s still there and it’s strong. They haven’t separated.]

I don’t know how it happened. Somehow, it’s - It works with both of you.

[And that’s not how things work, she knows that, and yet here they are.]

… Do you feel separated from me?

[It’s her turn to sound unnaturally small, and that’s not the right way to say it but no one ever has to put words to this feeling. The sense that they might not be right anymore, but she doubts he won’t get what she means.]

[ Somehow it works for both of you.

He can't --

She loves both of them? She's mated with both of them? Did she think of him at all last night, even as they had their honeymoon. No wonder they had so much sex. She didn't have the earring in. That's an irrational thing to worry about, and he knows it, but he can see the ring on her finger right now. Should he have done that, should he have proposed to her back at the funeral--

No, he can't think back that far. He can't allow himself to fall down that rabbit hole. But even so, before he realizes it, he's gripping the shoulder which has his Alpha tattoo on it with a vice-like grip, the telltale sign he rarely uses of extreme stress and, indeed, fear.

Does he feel... ]

I can't not love you, Nariko. I said... before. You're the love of my life.

[ And he even wrote a book to codify that. ]

Then I got up, I thought about you. When I fell asleep, I thought about you. When I resolved to get people pregnant, I thought about you. I don't feel... any different. [ Other than being worried she does ]

[When I resolved to get people pregnant. She doesn't even have time to process that, the fact that she figured it might be something like that, and they were probably always stuck on the path to that whether she liked it or not, really. She just hadn't figured she would be part of it all. It's something that has to be packed away for later - when, she has no idea. But Nariko can't watch him react this way and be still.

So she reaches over to try and pry his hand off of his arm so that she can hold it in both of hers.]

Then it's okay, isn't it? I'm right here, Masaomi, and so are you.

[He has to let her put his hand over her chest, above where her tattoo rests. There's no way to see it with the sweater she's got on, but it's still there, and the arm that has his name is more than visible, too.]

I'm not going anywhere.

[ He had it planned out in his head, a series of earnest statements he'd make, some rules he would set out for himself and others. Some parameters were he would feel out how she felt. and he just bungled all of it because her news was that much more shocking.

She...

He's comforted by this, how could he not be. In the car, he leans over her, looking her in the eyes and resolving to remain there, locked in eye to eye with her. His hand grips her sweater, and the other reaches up to gently stroke her cheek.

She's right here, and so is he ]

You're my mate. Mine in every way.

[ But if he could... could he even say that if it was split between two? ]

I am.

[She leans into the hand at her cheek, and then graduates to leaning forward enough to kiss him. There's probably something to be said about how they rely on physicality to communicate their feelings. It's either succinct and passionate or sad. Right now it's the former, as far as she's personally concerned.] I am yours, completely, as I always have been and will be.

[And she is, just as surely as she kisses him again. It's not a lie, it isn't something that's being said to comfort him or his ego, it's just the truth. She wouldn't say it if it wasn't.]

[ That can't be entirely true... can it? Can you give everything to more than one person? ... Would believing otherwise fit into his ideals? He's not sure, but he knows that she's being genuine in how she's speaking now. He feels it running through his body. He inhales around them, taking in both her scent and the musky smell of what's no doubt Yamato's cum dried up all over her.

But he still kisses her, his own scent sliding out of the car. There's more to discuss though, and he knows it.

His, completely... ]

If you ... mated. Will you still be his mate?

[ It's drawing back from the kiss, but still lingering close to her. More a lull than a total break. ]

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[She hates that question, even for as necessary as it is.]

I can't deny him anymore than I can you, Masaomi. [To do so would be asking to tear her apart, but even as his scent filters out she can't help responding to it. That's just as physically impossible, but there's something desperate and frayed on her end, even as she answers him.] But I'm yours, too.

[There's a part of her that's afraid he'll leave, so she kisses him again.]

I know it doesn't make sense, I know that but I ... See?

[It's the exact wrong moment to be turned on so deeply, when she hasn't even washed the scent of another man off of her body, but that's what's happening. Masaomi has always been able to do that to her, so even if it's difficult to comprehend and even though it does go against what they've always known to be true, this is her proof. They're still one. She's not split in half with one piece going to him and the other to Yamato.]

[ No, it doesn't make sense at all. But at the same time, that scent of hers is something he could never ignore, he knows he's getting harder, his own scent coming out and marrying itself to her own. He finds the hand which had been over her chest was now groping her through her sweater before he could stop himself. He kisses her without missing a bat.

But... ]

Nariko... I need to fuck you, and you to suck my cock. And if we need to wash first, we should get home to do it.

[ But he, as he is right now, wouldn't mind doing it while they were filthy here ]

[It still feels good to be touched by him, it feels like being made complete, like knowing exactly what her purpose in life is. The only real difference between now and twenty-four hours ago is that she's somehow hungrier for it, for him, in a way that is certainly desperate, but less hurried than their earlier days. It's a weird mix, and it's ironic to her that the only apparent difference she can see in having two mates is that it makes her want Masaomi more.

Even if she also kind of wants to smack him.]

Ah - yeah.

[She'd be fine with doing it in the car right about now but Emily's got a compact little thing with something that can only just barely be called a back seat. There's no way they could move comfortably, so going home is really more a matter of not accidentally pulling a muscle.

Thankfully their neighborhood is really quite centrally located, it takes maybe ten minutes, but in that small period her scent doubles, and it's taking an awful lot of effort to keep from outright panting. She's probably never been so happy to see their front door.]

[ What, he was just being honest! He didn't care if he smelled or she smelled, he had to have her. He had to fuck the shit out of her. It's a strong need he feels, as if he wanted to prove himself to her all over again. He had more to talk about with her, of course. The details of her being double mated. The details of what he meant abut pregnancy. All sorts of other things like that.

But they'r on hold, his own scent surging as it meets her own, his eyes becoming wider as they go. He backs off from her to let her drive home, but by the time they make it to the house he's got a hand on her thigh, his hands digging in a little and himself eager.

And when they get out of the car, he smacks her as, all but leaping over the car to get them in towards the door. ]

[They had a fuckton to discuss, but she kicks the front door closed and doesn't care about anything but Masaomi.

It's barely five-thirty or something along those lines, no one sane is going to be awake, so they aren't going to be interrupted. This is one of the few times that she doesn't really want an audience, though that wouldn't stop her any, it's just not for anyone else, that's all.

Her fingers curl into his suit, pulling him into a kiss in the same instant that she pulls them both back towards their room. The trouble is, of course, that there's flights of stairs to get through before their room - they're probably not going to make it that far, not when she's already trying to get his pants off.]

[ It should not be assumed that Masaomi has any more control or any more plans to allow them to wait. It's the early morning and if anything, his head is starting to clear up. He got about five hours of sleep, a little more or less. For him that's enough to function for the day, or at least it is for the most part. The Tequila's processing through his system and even if he has a headache, he was still..

Still he was horny. And her own horniness was just making it worse for him, kissing her and running his hands over her chest, over her clothing. He tries to remember how to get it off, and then just mutters something which might be "fuck it" into her lips, opening his mouth in the same moment he makes to rip her top in half or off her, to free up the girls.

If she liked that one he'll apologize later. ]

[She actually does like that sweater, it's one of her favorites, but she can't bring herself to care about it in the moment, but she does actually pull away enough to get rid of the shreds and the t-shirt that had been underneath it. She doesn't really care if he rips everything she owns but at the end of the day Nariko's so used to getting her clothes off that it's almost faster to just let her do it on her own.

But once it's done she goes for his lips again, biting and slipping her tongue into his mouth - he really had way too much, but that'll fade the more into this they get, so it's fine. Everything is fine and when she gets his pants open she actually groans, immediately getting her hand between them so she could pump his dick in her palm.

Nariko stumbles a little when they back into the stairs, but at least it gets her to stop moving backwards for a few seconds.]

[ His cock's already fairly hard, and with her own attention, while she's palming his dick, it gets that much bigger and harder, makes his chest pump up that much more. His heart rate increases. Also, come on! It feels slower to let her take off her clothes because then he's not doing it. Even if he knows that she's going to just take off the rest anyway. He'll perhaps feel bad in a moment but nothing matters as much as this and kissing her, touching her.

He unhooks her bra as his tongue curls around her, swerving within her mouth and batting off her own. And with them against the stairs...

They need to go up the stairs, don't they? But that's hard? And he would need to stop touching her, not squeeze her chest. ... It seemed less swollen than afternoon last. She must've let out a lot of milk, from those pills. Maybe it would resurge though? Who knows, though, he'll just be tugging her closer by her nipples now ]

[Going up stairs is incredibly hard, and her legs don't remember how to work backward instead of forward, not when she's busy whimpering a little. The pills haven't completely worn off but they're probably not going to work as quickly this time around, not when they have to be taken on time to have their effect. That doesn't mean they aren't sensitive to the point of aching.]

Masaomi -

[Just fuck her already, but she can't even get that much out. And why is she still wearing pants? She is, and they're just as stupid as the goddamn stairs. She has to let go of him to do something about her jeans, but once the zipper is halfway down she gives up on them so they fall kind of awkwardly on her hips.]

You're such a bitch. I love you so much.

[ Were these things contradictory?

To someone else, arguably to anyone else, it might be. It might seem absurd or even abusive. But for better or worse, that their relationship was built upon was a powerful physical coupling. It was what this began with all those many years - almost twenty years - ago. They were in sync physically, impossibly perfect in their connection and need for each other. And so with his suit more or less on other than the pants which rest awkwardly around his shins and with her pants not even all the way down own her hips, he pulls her pants down more, he spreads his legs as much as he can, and makes to bodily lift her up and jam his cock into her that way, fully supporting her own weight through some herculean desire to speed up them being connected that much more.

Perhaps he'll stumble and fall or get them against a wall or the stairs, but right now he just needs to ram it into her ]

[Those things were utterly contradictory, but that pretty much summed up the both of them. They're polar opposites in too many ways. They are two people that probably shouldn't even be together, and yet they have been for so long, that something that shouldn't make sense sounds justifiably perfect to her. Nariko kicks off her jeans, leaves herself in one ballet flat so that it's easier to open her thighs and brace on his shoulders as he's suddenly jamming right into her cunt without any warning or preamble.

And it's good. Fuck is it so damn good and completing to just be so ruthless and almost cruel about it. She wants to say that she loves him back because she does. She loves Masaomi more than she loves herself, but all Nariko can really get out is a helpless sort of moan and a wild buck of her hips, one arm is wrapped around him but the other is trying to press into the wall beside them as if it might help take some of her weight off of him.]

[ Wall. Wall would be good. Masaomi steps with her still in his arms and pushes her in towards the wall to get her up against it as they continue to fuck. If only because bracing himself and herself would allow him to move that much faster and that much harder. He moans as well, grinning to feel her... moving.

Amazing. This feels so -

It's so complete and... ]

You love my dick, you love my body and my mind and my heart but you'll never be able to live without this cock!

[ He babbles ]

[Is that true, though? Of all those things that he listed, is that the one thing that defines whether she can or cannot live without Masaomi? It's - Well, she knows the answer, and she knows what she has to say, too, which isn't a lie, either.]

Yes. [The wall is a lot easier, she can rest against that, and pull at his hair, at one hip. He babbles and there's no sense in trying to stop that, not that she really wants to, either. It's familiar and it's him, incredibly Masaomi in every sense of the term.] I love you [She really, truly does.] and I love your cock!

[Especially when he's going at her as if they haven't seen one another in weeks.]

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So man when should Lana come in

Probably after they talk and settle a little bit so it might be later in the afternoon for them?

Yeah that makes sense to me, fucking, talking, nap, Lana.

Yep!!

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