'Paris Syndrome' - [Reita/Hiroto] 1/1

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Title:  Paris Syndrome
Description:  Won't you come inside my lens? 
Pairing:  Reita/Hiroto
Genre:  Romance, fluff
Rating:  PG-13
Comments:  I saw a request for this oddball pairing over at jrockyaoi and decided to try my hand at it.  I've been so bogged down with university, NaNoWriMo, etc that I just needed a break from the norm.  Hope you enjoy bananaxcupcake !

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Snap.  Whir. 

Click, click.

Snap.

Reita whipped his head around almost violently, teeth gritting sharply and eyes a burning sepia, "Are you fucking kidding me with that thing?"

The large viewfinder -- or "the cyclops" as Reita had dubbed it -- slowly lowered enough to reveal a pair of wide, innocent eyes peeking out from behind it.  They blinked at him as a head of blond hair tilted to the side in puzzlement.  Reita saw the small, lithe fingers clutching at the camera start to shift, ready to snap, snap away.  He growled, about to make a few "snaps" himself, when Hiroto quickly hid behind the lens once more and --

Snap.

"Mother of god!"

Reita lunged for the camera, or for the elfin man behind it (whichever he could grab hold of and strangle first), but Hiroto giddily pranced away  in time with a contented smile.  The bassist was left to fall into the bundle of navy bed sheets the two had been sprawled out on just moments ago before the smaller man decided to make  the elder's sleeping face the subject of an impromptu photo-shoot. 

Reita huffed in the pile of soft covers as he looked up to see the waif guitarist smile wider, caramel eyes bright even in the dense fog of seven o'clock in the morning.  His fingers twitched again.

Click, whir.

Reita closed his eyes, defeated.

Snap.

"Why are you always in my face with that damn thing?  What could be so interesting about me snoring?"

Hiroto, sensing that the air of 'doom' had cleared of Reita's wrath for the time being, seized his camera to his chest lovingly before moving to flounce onto the bed beside the elder.  He kicked out his legs and dangled them over the side, elbow chastely touching Reita's broad shoulder as he maneuvered to fit perfectly within the cocoon of blankets.  The younger blond lowered his head to briefly bury his nose in the space between the bassist's neck and collarbone.

He whispered, low and soft, "Because you're a fucking masterpiece."

There was a slight pause, a hitch in breath from the guitarist's lips until he breathed out the next words in a decidedly more histrionic tone, "And I happen to find your snoring magical and I must capture its essence."

Reita rolled his eyes as he felt Hiroto dissolve into giggles against his skin.  He was determined to stay on topic.  This photo-shoot of his every move, gesture and sigh had been going on for a grueling week.  Whatever he was doing -- making tea, fixing a loose axle, tuning a bass, searching the fridge, mumbling on the phone -- Hiroto was sure to be there like a wildlife documenter; hiding behind chairs, corners and crevices to get the perfect shot of...  well, Reita didn't know of what.

He rolled over slightly and knocked his his forehead into Hiroto's, "Are you ever going to give me a real answer?"

The slighter man hummed thoughtfully, his lips pursed in mock sincerity and eyes glinting with mischief.  Reita was sorely tempted to give the other a well-deserved noogie -- just like the ones he saw all of Alice Nine bestow him from time to time.  He now realized why the thought of grinding a fist into that fluffy head was so appealing.  Even Aoi had taken to playfully (and sometimes exasperatingly) trapping the smaller guitarist in a headlock and vigorously ruffling up his styled locks.  Hiroto was like the younger, hyperactive, irksome little brother who happened to have a penchant for being too adorable to every truly get irritated with.  Hell, if spitfire-Aoi could handle his pesky quirks with a lopsided grin, then the youngest member of Alice Nine truly had a gift. 

Breaking into Reita's thoughts, Hiroto shifted so his lips could land softly on Reita's forehead -- pressing against warm skin and dried out, bleached-to-death strands of hair.  The bassist furrowed his brow slightly, knowing that his internal everlasting battle between his will and Hiroto's charm was waning.  Significantly.

He could feel that large, bulky camera ribbing him sharply.  It was going to leave a noticeable dent in his side.  Hiroto didn't seem to mind his woe, however, as he nestled against him.

Reita sighed, feeling himself slowly collapse into the smaller frame and wrap his arms around him.  The faint scent of vanilla emanating from every inch of Hiroto's flesh calmed his frazzled nerves and he couldn't help but feel warm even as the wind nipped at the window in hollow gusts.

Then, softly, "I already gave you a real answer."

Reita raised a brow and felt his fingers spread across Hiroto's back, "And what was that?"

Even as the bassist tried to sit up and look the younger in the eye, Hiroto refused to come out of his safe nest of blankets and the bassist's arms.  Instead, he pressed even closer, legs tangling with the elder's and hands free of the camera to touch, touch.

It was so quiet now.  "You're beautiful, Akira."

Reita vehemently refused to let his heart sing and flutter about at the fragile words, "I'm not beautiful."

Hiroto continued as if the other had never spoken, "And you don't see it, so you hide.  You never see it."

A pause, a slight twist of his body and Hiroto said against his chest, "So, maybe, if I capture each moment when you are beautiful, then maybe -- maybe you'll see it."

It was then that the guitarist lifted his head up and looked Reita in the eye, an expression of pure honesty and affection lighting his features.  Reita's eyes were wide, lips parted with nothing to say.  He hadn't expected any answer, any serious revelation.  They lay there, intertwined and gazing unto one another in a lull of perfect silence.

And then Hiroto slowly reached down, lifted the camera and inhaled.

Snap.


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A/N:  Nothing too long, but it was nice to write different characters.  I hope I did them some justice in this drabble!  I absolutely adore Hiroto's fixation with his camera -- he seriously takes awesome photos. 

Welp, back to drowning myself in coffee.  :D