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あの日交わした
血に勝るもの
心たちの契約を
∞
Watching lifetime after lifetime, flashes of what could have been, flashes of what should have been. Regret and anguish coated him heavily like a wet blanket, dragging him deeper to the depths of despair. Undead skeletal bones clawed at his flesh, pulling him lower. He sunk slowly, inky blackness engulfing his very being. Without a body, the sensation was strange.
Flashes of the same face- angry, crying, joyful, bashful. He could never get enough and despite the attempts at tormenting him, he found comfort in seeing the one he loved. The moments of happiness were short-lived, as his prison seemed to realize this and twist the images. A corpse lying still, dead eyes staring at nothing overhead. His chest clenched tightly, his soul recoiling at the images. He couldn't turn away. He couldn't escape the false reality. Growing numb, time was meaningless to him, and yet each agonizing moment stretched on for an eternity.
Warmth flooded the space. Engulfed by a familiar embrace, hope swelled inside him for the first time. Emotion like this was unheard of. He chose to ignore the signs, focusing solely on clinging to the sensation he recalled so faintly.
He wasn't sure when it was or where he was, all he knew taking corporeal form, slipping back into a body he barely remembered anymore, was who was before him.
His chest tightened, staring widely at the man sitting in front of him. His eyes widened, his body tensing with anticipation. Yanking the thin veil between them, he froze. Wide honeyed eyes stared back, slowly melting from surprise to confusion. He had memorized each expression well, knowing the slight furrow of his brow and the twitch of his lips as he contemplated his words before questioning. He closed the gap, relief flooding his frame as their lips connected. His craving swelled and he subtly resisted simply caving in. There was nothing he wanted more than to take his prize. Be it a cursed dream, dangling his deepest desire in front of him just to yank away at the last moment, or a cruel joke, he didn't care. Finally. Finally .
His chest was tight, a swell of emotion flooding him as he was held at arm's length. Each detail he remembered so vividly. Watching his lips move, his face contort with bewilderment, taking in each subtle shift. His fingers trembled as he touched the man, cupping his face as daintily and cautiously as a fragile China.
He's alive.
A tear slid down his face, leaving a trail to cool in the air. Disbelief, relief, joy- everything washed over him at once. Their bodies touching, his urges nearly claiming his futile attempts at restraint, he laid claim to the soft mouth. He needed more. He needed Yuji. Hands pushing, his entranced daze snapped in an instant. The force behind the push didn't budge him, but he leaned back anyway to provide the room he sought. Was something wrong? Was he hurt? His insides twisted with discomfort as he searched for the source. He seemed to dwell on their surroundings than their reunion. Satoru wouldn't have that.
"You're… you're alive."
The rejection had stung just briefly. This was not the Yuji he had first met, of course. Their surroundings were far from modern, but Satoru barely paid them any mind. It didn't matter when or where they met again. Waking before him had been plenty for him to conclude it was meant to be. He couldn't resist pressing their bodies close, his arms tightening around the man firmly. His heart- oddly hammering in his chest made him realize something. A bitter chuckle nearly escaped his lips, but he refrained before making the situation worse for Yuji.
As he feinted confusion, curious, and hurt. It did bite each time Yuji looked at him like a stranger. No semblance of familiarity crossing his features. No matter. He would either make him recall their time together, or create new memories.
His hands left uncontrolled, he groped the man, the familiar give under his ministrations his thigh had with a gentle squeeze. The muscle of his chest firm. Memories of the man moaning beneath him came forth, his flushed face and pleading gaze capturing the man. The hands on him attempted to shove. He blinked, reality filtering back. He moved back, far too delayed.
He wouldn't ruin this chance with Yuji. Not after being provided a second chance. Taking in their surroundings fully, he wondered briefly what world this was. If Yuji was alive, that was all that mattered. Keeping him safe and happy was all he needed.
The question of where'd he'd come from caused his lips to stretch into a wide smile, his gaze narrowing. It was no longer his 'home', if it ever could have been considered that. Home was something mortals constructed. He knew where his home was and would never leave it again. The strain on himself was immeasurable beside the human he'd fallen for again and again.
The days stretching on were time to gather his bearings, learning much as they carried on together. Respecting his wish for Satoru to remain hidden from his grandfather, he smiled to himself. Laying across the roof of the blacksmith as Yuji worked, he stared up at the clear skies. If any mortal tried to get between them and he had less restraint, he would not hesitate to remove anything in his way.
Destruction would not please Yuji, however. His eyebrows furrowed, his eyes slipping shut as the remaining six eyes scanned the world around them. Futile chatter and gossip lined the streets. As he neared the castle at the center, however, a barrier prevented him from probing further. Annoyance gripped him for the first time in centuries. Human emotion was still relatively new to him, almost violently reacting with his body. His temperature rose slightly and his muscles tensed. Every subtle change was foreign. Forcing himself to relax, he withdrew from his attempts to see inside the city's center. If it ever posed a threat to Yuji and his happiness, he wouldn't hesitate to wipe the annoying spec from their haven.
The night Yuji had received a visitor, he could not remember sensing anything when Yuji came to his bed chambers. Satoru's lip twitched, annoyance flooding back. He had nearly rushed downstairs when he'd realized there was a voice he could not see. Waiting for him obediently had caused something to happen he was unaware of and he could have lost his second chance in that instance. His anger in the moment needed to reside. He was grateful he had taken the time to comfort the man than chase whatever had caused him distress. He knew if he retaliated in that instance, it would only cause further problems. His inability to do anything had frustrated him. He was weak and helpless as he was.
He couldn't take more than Yuji was ready for. Not yet… he'd rather bide his time and ensure he was prepared mentally.
That morning he had awoken, which was a strange sensation. He had never slept before, the implications worrying. Yuji's comfort had washed any concerns he had away in an instant. He wasn't sure how he knew- perhaps he would need to disguise his distress better. It felt… nice to be pampered.
The conversation from inside drifted to him, his head tilting towards the roof curiously.
Your summons to the castle are immediate.
He turned his head to stare up to the sky once more, his eyes slowly narrowing. How troublesome… Pushing himself upright, he dropped down into Yuji's window, draping himself over the bed. He would await his return in silent thought.
Feeling Yuji rub his finger across the surface of the ring was a new sensation. He warmed in delight, pleased by the attention. Since their arrival at the castle, his strength felt drained. Storing himself into the ring had been beneficial to save on energy, but it took a lot to simply transform. As he spectated Yuji's day, his attention faded in and out gradually. He couldn't focus on the people he met or the things they said. Not as much as he wanted to. Was he tired? Humans grew drowsy when ready for sleep. Perhaps…
Yuji landed heavily into the clay ground, groaning in pain. Any lingering thoughts of exhaustion vanished in an instant. He was keenly aware of the young man facing them. He danced around Yuji easily, slipping past his defenses and knocking him over. Rage boiled inside of him, flames licking at his soul. He bristled as the hilt of the sword came down, forcing it to halt. The bewildered expression of the young man blinked, confusion crossing his face for just a moment. He dragged through the force Satoru had pushed against, but his arms could not budge further. The man quickly diverted, kneeing Yuji sharply where Satoru had no protection. Yuji, however, had taken advantage as he had hoped, tackling the stranger by the waist. Satoru bristled when he rolled out of the way, ready to defend again. The blade was beside Yuji's temple and it took every ounce of willpower to remain in place. Whoever this was, hadn't fought with the intent to kill. It was the only thing keeping him from breaking his promise to Yuji to remain hidden. Silently, he watched as their encounter ended.
When they were finally alone did he take the chance. Pressing his body to Yuji's back, his eyebrows furrowed tightly together. Did he not understand what seeing that meant to him? No… he was being selfish. Being selfish was what had gotten him into this predicament in the first place, however. He would never learn when it came to Yuji.
"Face me." He was angry, but not at Yuji. He needed him to understand. He urged it, leaning into a kiss, hoping he would understand. Needing him to know how much he cared. The bruises across his body faded the deeper Satoru pressed, his thoughts melting. Yuji took it all, drinking up the relief he offered and finally accepted it. Startled by the sudden lack of strength, his eyes fluttered open as hands cradled his face.
The implications, he wasn't sure Yuji realized the extent he'd gone through. He didn't seem to understand, yet had taken what Satoru offered for the first time. He hadn't needed to force it into him. Dizzied, he found himself unable to move, captivated by Yuji's grasp. He drew back, looking mildly puzzled, then amused. Satoru quickly returned his veil, his heart hammering in his chest. He would need to be more careful. Yuji didn't know what he'd done. His thoughts drifted back to the wounds and concern returned. He had been unprepared for the assault and had failed to protect him. The shame ached in his heart. He couldn't meet Yuji's gaze. The flare in Yuji's body caught his attention. Feeling the wistful urge to continue where they'd left off, he had to center himself cautiously before he gave into those whims.
His senses dull in the castle, he realized the approaching footsteps later than he should. He grew annoyed, but kept true to his promise. Vanishing to the ring on his finger for the time being. The blanket over the palace was exhausting and Yuji had drained him. He drifted off, the woman's voice fading into the darkness that claimed him.
Each training session with the man he came to know as Hiro had been less intense than the first. Satoru sat back silently, watching in contempt as they fought, spiking his irritation any time Yuji was knocked down. He only interfered a few times when he felt Yuji had gone through enough, deflecting the hits with a small barrier to simply startle his balance.
Yuji Hiro said, helping him up for the fifth time that session. Satoru stirred, listening in. Had he learned his lesson yet?
How do you use magic like that without an incantation or symbol?
He felt Yuji's heat rise, his heart hammering with uncertainty.
What do you mean? His tone was nervous. Satoru watched Hiro, his annoyance growing. His vision of the field faded, his alarm rising instantly.
∞ Yuji ∞
"How goes the training?" The familiar voice made a cold chill run down his spine, instantly forgetting the strange question Hiro had posed. He turned, his grip tightening on his sword. He wasn't sure what it was about the man, but the hairs on the back of his neck always stood on end. His sly smile and thin glare always contradicted his attempts at being friendly. If that was even an intention at all. His stride was quick and Yuji straightened, sweat dripping down his neck. "Fine… sir." He added, remembering the last time he'd forgotten it when regarding Geto.
He was staring down Yuji, but he quickly averted his gaze to Hiro. The man didn't seem uncomfortable, but his expression was just as blank as when they'd first met. "He's improving." Hiro admitted, which surprised him. Yuji felt himself perk up, but it didn't last long with the King's Guard hovering so close. "Excellent. Tensions are getting worse, so make sure you're ready to defend our lands any day now." A firm hand clapped his back, making his frame twitch uncomfortably. "Yes, sir." He mumbled, hoping their interaction was over.
When Yuji glanced up, dark eyes were looking past him and down his arm. Bumps rose on his skin and he shifted his hand close to his hip, burying the ring against the folds of his trousers. He didn't feel the warmth Satoru usually radiated on his finger, which unnerved him.
Just as Yuji thought the man may leave them, he tilted his head, his eyes shut and his smile wide. "Hiro, were you saying something earlier?" Yuji looked to his mentor, recalling the strange question. He wondered if they could somehow tell his ring wasn't what it seemed. The only reason he knew it wasn't a normal band was because he'd seen it vanish from his finger each time Satoru materialized out of sight. His blood ran cold as the realization dawned on him. Did they know?
"It was nothing, sir. Just speculation." He barely heard Hiro's response, registering it delayed.
"Magic use without an incantation is a very serious speculation, Nakamura." Yuji frowned, glancing towards Hiro whose expression faltered for just a moment. "My apologies sir. I had no basis." The dark, narrow gaze slid to him and Yuji ached to step backwards. To put some sort of distance between the two.
"Well, Yuji?"
His stomach sank, his palms growing sweaty. He shook his head slowly, his eyes turning to the ground, unable to hold the eerie stare. "I don't know anything about that, sir."
"Come now, no need to be bashful about such a talent." The man's arms stretched out theatrically welcoming. Yuji felt anything but. The man leaned over at the waist, filling his view suddenly. Yuji staggered backwards, clutching his sword tighter. He should have sheathed it the moment their practice took pause, but his muscles refused to cooperate.
"You know, if you're a magic user, we could hone that training. Ranged is far less dangerous in war." He was trying to coax him into something he knew nothing about. Trying to convince the guard of the truth was going to be difficult. Why was he fixated on something like this? "I've never cast spells before… I wouldn't know anything about that."
"Yuji." His voice was low and dangerous, nearly spat at him. "I'm not a patient man." He didn't doubt it for a moment. But he couldn't do anything. His legs felt weak, but he refused to let them fail him now. "I can't…"
The wind was knocked from his gut, his eyes widening. It felt as though a blow landed to his stomach, sending him flying backwards. He slid across the clay, his elbows digging into the ground and clumps gathered and clumped from the force of his body skidding to a halt. He coughed, leaning over to one side, his sword clattering off to the side. Stunned and unsure what had happened, he looked up sharply as Suguru approached, his hands tucked away into his pockets. His stride was casual, yet calculated. Each step heavy and intimidating the closer he got.
"If you have such a talent, then show me! In the heat of battle, you'll need to defend yourself with everything you've got." His tone raised and his lips curved into a wide grin as he spoke. Yuji drew his knees up, leaning harder on his elbows. He needed to stand. To flee. What was he going on about? "I can't do anything like that." He insisted, nearly wheezing on the words as his body caught up with the pain from whatever had struck him. "Don't lie to me, boy . Show yourself!" He snarled. Yuji's eyes widened as one of his hands slipped out, striking nothing in front of him. Faster than he could keep up with, air gathered, swirling violently just before the man and flung it towards him. Gusts of wind whipped around in the space, taking the form of a slash poised to strike. His arms shot up to shield his face, collapsing back onto the ground from the lack of support from his elbows. His heart hammered in his chest wildly and a beat passed. His hair rustled in a faint breeze, but no pain followed. After a moment of silence, did he finally lower his arm cautiously, his eyebrows furrowed.
"That's far enough."
Hiro stood over him, one boot on either side of Yuji's legs, his back to him. His sword was unsheathed, aiming down. He couldn't see Geto's expression, but there was a disapproving tsk.
"Report to me later." The words dripped with venom and Yuji shrank back, unwilling to try to peer around the man over him to see whatever disgusted expression lay in wait. Footsteps faded, the image of the man in the distance spotted just past Hiro's thigh. Yuji stared blankly for longer than he should, his adrenaline pumping and his nerves refusing to calm. He couldn't be sure, but felt as though whatever Suguru had done could have seriously wounded him- if not killed him at such a close proximity. Stunned in place, he didn't notice when Hiro turned to him at first. A hand waved in front of his face and he blinked rapidly, his focus returning. Looking up at his mentor, his pale face slowly had blood running back to it. When the hand was offered for him to take, he grasped his forearm tightly, hoisting himself to a stand. He felt numb, but offered a sheepish smile.
"Um, thank you…" He mumbled quietly, his gaze shifting away nervously. Despite Hiro's initial crude way of training, he didn't seem to be a bad person. "I… really don't know what he's talking about. I've never used magic before." His heart began to pick up pace again. He couldn't have anyone know about Satoru. He didn't know if he could fully trust anyone at the barracks. The ring felt cold on his hand and his anxiety spiked. Satoru had come from a far away land and could use magic Yuji wasn't even sure existed. By the sounds of things, doing so without an incantation or proper setup was also troublesome. He blinked, recalling Geto's attack. Having never seeing true magic, he didn't know what to expect. Had Geto done something nontraditional? Did Hiro notice? He didn't want to address it, too worn out from the training and close call. He felt a headache coming on and cupped his forehead gingerly with a sigh.
"We'll call it there for today… rest tonight and we'll continue in the morning." Hiro turned, walking towards Yuji's fallen blade. He knelt down and picked it up gingerly by the hilt and close to the tip. When he stopped in front of Yuji, he held it out like an offering. He reached out, taking it silently. It was strange- almost like his mentor were pampering him in his own way. Was this his way of comforting Yuji?
He smiled warmly, his gaze soft as he regarded the man. "Thank you. I'll be ready before dawn!" Hiro nodded and turned away, making his way back alone as he usually did. Hiro sheathed his sword and dusted himself off. He'd need to scrub the outfit and scour the castle for needle and thread. The sleeves had torn and were stained orange from being tossed like a ragdoll through the ground. He rubbed his arm as he walked back, his thoughts swirling with uncertainty and anxiety. One thought was at the forefront, however, urging his steps as he went. The ache across his body was quickly forgotten.
Was Satoru alright?
Even after shutting his door and disrobing to his undergarments, the room was eerily empty and quiet. Sitting heavily onto his bed, his thumb and index finger rubbed the ring gently, a furrow appearing between his brow as he grew more worried.
"Satoru…" He whispered, glancing towards the door. There was nothing at first, then a subtle pulse of heat that died down. He frowned, his heart squeezing. He had nothing to base his experience off of when it came to this. It was all very new to him. He wasn't sure what effects whatever Satoru was doing had on him, or what it meant that he wasn't being responsive now.
He dipped his head, bringing the back of his hand to his face. His lips gently grazed the ring as his eyes slipped shut. Any time they kissed, he felt stronger. It felt silly, but he needed that strength now. He felt helpless and lonely, unsure what to make of what had happened with Geto. He had questions and fears- but there was only one thing he wanted. His chest clenched tightly as his eyes squeezed shut. He wanted the man to be alright and come out. He wanted his warm embrace and his embarrassing stare. Just as his shoulders began to tremble did he realize the ring was gone. His head lifted quickly, his head turning to look around the room. When he spotted the man on his bed, his legs stumbled and he clumsily rushed to the edge, laying his body across him and wrapping his arms around his neck. The force of his hug sent the man falling backwards on the bed easily, which surprised him. Usually Satoru was immovable and stiff until a moment later when he would move for Yuji's whims. He squeezed tighter, his body shaking like a leaf.
What took him so long? What was going on? Why was he suspected of using magic? His thoughts were a muddled, rapid mess and he quickly grew overwhelmed. A hand rubbed slow circles into his back and it broke him. He let out a sob into the man's collarbone, his shoulders bunching up as he buried himself into Satoru. As shameful as it was to be a blacksmith's grandson and breaking down so easily- he couldn't help himself. Everything came over him at once. Neither of them said anything, Yuji clinging onto the man for dear life, and Satoru simply holding him gently.
After what felt like hours, did he finally relent his tight grip, realizing he may have been choking him too late. Satoru didn't react normally to stuff like that, so guilt dripped down Yuji's spine. He pulled back sharply, studying his features. Most of his face was obscured by the veil he adorned and Yuji's frown deepened. When he reached for the edge of it, a hand grasped his wrist. The man didn't move otherwise and his hold didn't hurt. Yuji watched for a moment, before releasing the veil and settling to rest his head on Satoru's chest.
"Are you okay…?" He asked cautiously. He saw Satoru's lips part, then close. After an agonizing moment, he finally spoke. "Yes." Yuji didn't believe him for a moment, but wouldn't push him if he didn't want to explain what was wrong. "Can I help?" He could sneak into the medical supplies in the castle and try to bring something back, but he wouldn't even know what to begin with. A quick inspection of his body revealed no visible wounds. He caught the small smile on the man's lips and relief flooded him like a wave. "You are."
Satoru's hand was on his cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth slowly for a moment before dropping back to his side. Yuji curled against him, laying his open palm on the man's chest. He felt safe. The feelings were foreign to him, but the race of his heart and the worry that gripped his gut like a vice seeing Satoru limp and sluggish- he couldn't deny. He slipped his eyes shut, intertwining their legs and cuddling close as fatigue took over. His eyes drooped as his thoughts faltered.
Was this how Satoru felt when they'd first met…?
Just beyond his grasp, the man strode. His arm raised and panic set in. Lungs tight and the cry soundless on the tip of his tongue, he pushed his legs to move faster. He urged his voice to reach louder. He stretched his fingers to draw closer. Swiping at the empty air between them, the image of his back rippled and vanished like a memory. His body quaked with fear, searching around frantically. It was black. Devoid of any light. Any figure. Anything.
Everything felt just on the edge of being complete, but never quite enough. His chest burned, but when he reached to clutch it, his fingers passed through. When he looked down, he realized he couldn't see his hands. Had he looked down…? Had he even moved? Fear gripped him. Where? No, that felt wrong… he was nowhere. He felt nothing.
What was he?
Sweat coated the back of his neck and he rolled against something solid. The tight space of his small bed barely left room for two men, he quickly realized. As his reality settled, he recalled everything quickly and grasped the man firmly. Pulling himself upright, he searched his face anxiously. His lips were parted, each breath shallow and slow. Yuji brushed the tip of his veil to the side, allowing him to breathe easier. When his finger grazed the man's lip, it twitched, but otherwise he didn't move. Yuji watched him silently for a long time until his body began to grow sore. He shifted, attempting to gently detach himself from Satoru. A hand snapped to his wrist and tightened uncomfortably. He flinched, but when he looked to Satoru, he tilted his head to the side, his lips pressed together tightly. He slowly relaxed against the bed again and the grip loosened, but didn't fully release him. Yuji didn't bother to pull away and simply accepted his fate. Seeing the man cling to him reminded him of when they'd first met. Never fully taking his hands off Yuji, touching his arms or his hips, or grazing his thigh. He chuckled, unsure what to make of everything that had happened since meeting Satoru. He didn't regret it. There never seemed to be a dull moment with the man. The draft certainly wasn't ideal, but even having someone there with him- having something familiar… he wasn't sure how he would have gone through this without Satoru. Every day after Hiro knocked him around, Satoru was there, holding him and comforting him. He felt empowered each time, ready for the next day as though his wounds never existed. Then again, he hadn't found any signs of bruises on his skin, even if he was sure an attack would leave one the next day.
Satoru stirred beneath him and he smiled warmly. He wasn't sure how long he'd be able to handle the man unconscious. He had begun to worry the longer he slept. When he blinked, his lips parting to welcome the man back, he felt his world spin. His eyes fluttered open, his stomach flipping. Delayed, he realized he was no longer in the same position. He was flat on his back, being pinned in place. His arms were over his head and his wrists ached from the tight grip that held them in place. He slowly relaxed, his head tilting. Satoru's lips were drawn into what looked like a snarl, sharp fangs that had never been there protruding past his lips. Yuji blinked, but didn't move.
"Satoru." He murmured, his gaze softening. The noise that rumbled from the man was inhuman. Unrecognizable. "Good morning." The sun was down by now, but his gaze didn't falter. He smiled softly and the hand around his wrists moved to his throat. What felt like claws dug into the back of his neck and the large hand dwarfed his small throat.
His hands lifted from overhead and landed on either side of Satoru's face, cupping his cheeks gingerly. The pressure paused, but didn't release. "How are you feeling?" His voice was strained, but it didn't deter him. His thumb rubbed gently just beneath his eye… it felt low on his face, but he didn't question it. The bared fangs slowly faded behind closing lips. His hands moved up, pushing the veil over his head until his palms were sliding through his velvety hair. Six eyes stared back, wide and calculating. Slowly, the bottom pairs slid shut and vanished. Yuji smiled in response, his expression warm. The hand vanished from his throat and he cleared it gently, but didn't protest otherwise.
"Yu…ji?" The word was broken up, his voice oddly deep.
"Yes, Satoru?"
He blinked, his eyebrows raising when the man engulfed him with an embrace. His arms returned the gesture, rubbing his back slowly. "You're alive…" It was reminiscent of when they'd first met. He smiled, leaning his head against Satoru's. "Of course." He wondered if he'd had a nightmare. He wondered if he was as scared as Yuji had been. He wondered how much Satoru knew and what he thought. He didn't ask any of it, settling for the silence and comfort he had received earlier.
Lips ran up his jaw and Yuji glanced towards his face, remaining still. Satoru's eyes were shut, but a crease was between his eyebrows. He kissed Yuji's forehead and he chuckled in response. "That tickles." He chided without bite. The man carried down the other side of his face and Yuji tilted his chin to allow him access. Startled by the warmth that spread down his neck, his face dusted pink when he realized the man was licking him. Hot breath following, Yuji squinted one eye shut to keep himself somewhat controlled. After a stop at his collarbone and a gentle suck, the lips carried to his shoulder. His hand was lifted and contorted to twist and turn as Satoru desired. He stopped at his ring finger, crystal blue eyes sliding open to stare Yuji down. His gaze was hooded and he swore it glowed in the dark room. His body warmed in response, betraying himself. He swallowed, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched the man. When his arm was set gently back at his side, Satoru's eyes slipped shut again and he lowered to work down Yuji's chest. His head angled back, his torso pushing out as those sinful lips grazed over his pectoral. He'd grown more sensitive since Satoru began giving them attention and it didn't take long before his nipples perked, shooting pleasure down to his feet. He let out a shaky breath, his head tilting to the side when the tongue slid across the underside of his breast. How filthy… He wasn't much better, however, considering what it was doing to him.
It was strange. He could move and react to Satoru's actions. Usually, he was frozen in place and left bewildered. His hips shifted restlessly as teeth grazed his abdomen. He could finally react and his earlier bashfulness felt years away. He felt bold. His hands twitched, reaching down to card through his hair as he reached his pelvis. The bone jutting at his hip was sucked and his body twitched in response. When he bit his lip, a hand came up. Thumb pressing down his bottom lip, Yuji's mouth opened slightly. The digit caught his teeth, lowering his jaw open as his crotch was mouthed. A moan vibrated through his chest and out of his open mouth. His body jolted, surprised by the noise falling from him. Cheeks flaring, he realized it had been intentional. His lips closed around the thumb, his tongue swirling at the tip. Satoru from below tilted his head, sliding one eye open to peer up at the man. Yuji smiled around the finger, his expression almost smug despite himself. The other hand slid beneath him, gripping one cheek of his ass firmly and squeezing. Yuji's eyes fluttered, but he couldn't tear away his gaze as the man licked up the underside of his hardened, clothed member. The hand at his mouth slid down his frame, spreading fingers across the expanse of his chest. Satoru sat up, his legs spread around Yuji's own and his chest puffed. He looked satisfied with what he saw beneath him, his lips curled into a grin Yuji had never seen before. It did nothing to help him calm down, squirming beneath the intense, lustful gaze. The man was beside his ear before he could blink and the hairs on his arms and neck stood up in an instant. "Are you finally ready for me?" His chest ached. Satoru had restrained himself, stopping short each time. He'd respected Yuji's wishes and kept hidden- even if it seemed to affect him in some way. The groping had increased since their arrival, but the man had also been resting more. Yuji's heart beat loudly, his head turning to catch Satoru's ear between his teeth gently. "I'm yours." He admitted, his pulse rapidly quickening. There was a beat of silence a day stillness from Satoru. Then, his restraint snapped.
Hands spread him wide and his body shook as his legs were raised overhead. His skin was lit aflame with a blush, each probing swirl of his tongue reaching deeper than he could ever have imagined drawing out a new noise from his throat. Having the mind to keep quiet considering where they were was lost on Yuji. His thoughts ran blank, consumed by the sensation of his insides being explored. He had never been penetrated- the subtle stretch as that wicked tongue flicked his innermost walls completely foreign. It felt right, however. His body aching for more, his spine arched and his nails dug into the thin sheet. "Satoru." He breathed quickly, his thighs shaking under the grip the man had on them. They were pushed up, allowing him full access to his nether regions, consuming him like a starved man. Yuji gasped as his nerves lit aflame, a jolt of electricity shooting up his spine. Something deep inside of him was rubbed, eliciting the pleasure. He cried out, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as Satoru didn't relent on the spot. After what felt like an eternity, did the tongue slip from him and his body slowly relaxed on the bed. He was already breathless, his head rolling to the side. He felt empty, his body still aching. Was that all…? He needed more…
Something rubbed against him, his hooded eyes slowly widening as he peered down at the disrobed man. His chest was strong and his waist thin, yet sculpted with muscle. From beneath, he couldn't see around his own hips, but the way the man held him spread open, his head angled at a tilt to stare up at Yuji, a second pair of eyes slipping open and aimed down between them at the waist. His ears brightened and his teeth sunk into his cheek as something hard pressed to his entrance. Where his tongue slid with easy, the cock pushed and slowly stretched him. His body quivered, his eyes welling with tears. Just before it became too much, the pressure would lessen, as though the man had shrunk. He didn't pause, however, pressing himself slowly inside until the head of his dick caught past his tight hole. Yuji let out a shaky breath, relief washing over him when it finally entered. Satoru drew him closer, dragging him by the hips. His legs twitched in the air, his eyes widening as he was yanked onto the shaft and his head threw back. It wasn't quite painful, stretching himself as he was impaled. His mouth hung open, a silent cry on his tongue. One arm wrapped around his waist, holding him there, the man leaned over Yuji's body, his tongue dragging up his nipple and teeth clamping down once it hardened. Yuji squeezed around the shaft, his hips trembling in the air. No matter how dry he thought it should be, his hole was slicked and warm. He arched and twisted, his heart hammering as he felt himself twisting on the cock buried inside him. It expanded slowly and Yuji gaped as he sheathed himself fully. Each inch slowly growing inside of him was an odd sensation. It was as though his body had contorted to accommodate. Yuji gasped when he drew his hips back and slid forth again. The tip aimed for his sweet spot, gliding across it with a promise to return. He shook, unsure what to expect from the man next. His left hand was grasped, their fingers intertwining and he dug his nails in tightly, digging deeper as Satoru nearly pulled out. He slammed back inside, making him choke on a gasp, his wide eyes searching the ceiling. He moved relentlessly, drawing back and forth faster than Yuji could keep up with. Each time, growing larger and filling him tighter. He moaned loosely, each strike to his prostate making him see stars. His toes curled, his legs hanging in the air just by the man's hips. Each thrust nearly shaking them off, but he hugged them tightly to the man. His fingers digging into the back of Satoru's hand, he ached for more. Each time he craved the man to go harder- faster- it came. Bites lined his chest, the man busying his mouth as Yuji grew distracted with pleasure. Each sensation shooting through him, eliciting a new response from his body. Tightening around the cock, his legs trembled. His sweaty forehead was wiped, his hair being pushed back from his face. His hazel eyes slid open, squinting through the jolts of pleasure rippling up his spine. The grind into his sweet spot, causing his moan to be captured by soft lips. His world spun, but he hadn't moved from the spot. Dizzied with each new sensation, he felt pressure building within him. He pushed harder into the kiss, his eyes squeezing shut tightly as he clung to the man desperately. His fingers digging into Satoru's hand that he held, while his other clawed the back of the arm around his waist. His body jerked, thrusting into the air uselessly as he clamped around the cock buried inside of him. With a muffled cry, his release was intense, spurting up at his bare chest and slowly dribbling down his reddened cock. Untouched and satiated, his head began to spin wildly. Such relief he'd been yearning for since Satoru had his way with his body. This was what he'd wanted all along. In his bliss, he realized the subtle thrusts had not ceased. His face flared and without warning, he was filled with warmth. Satoru was hovering over him, his head dipped low and his eyes squeezed shut tight. Yuji's hole still clenched and throbbed from his own release, milking his lover of his seed happily. He let out a shaky moan, the sensation of being filled past the brim strange. He felt hot- the liquid inside separate from the pulsing shaft that laid lazily in his walls for respite. Yuji slowly spread his legs, allowing his feet to rest on the bed as he struggled to control his heavy breathing.
"Yuji…" Lips peppered kisses across his face and he had to shut his eyes and giggle, a relieved huff escaping him. "Satoru." He breathed, smiling as his eyelids and temples were given affection. His grip loosened on his hand, but Satoru gripped him tightly as though he were trying to escape. He rubbed his arm gently where he'd dug his nails into with his other hand. The warmth inside him didn't let up, tickling against his walls oddly. He ignored it, resting his forehead against Satoru's and cupping his cheek with his free hand.
They were silent, but the tingling sensation from his ass didn't relent. He squirmed uncomfortably for a moment and wondered if they should part. Satoru was still inside him, solid and firm. His cheeks dusted as his gaze shifted. "Um… Satoru, my body feels strange…" He finally admitted, unsure of his words. He didn't know how to explain what he felt deep inside him, or if it was normal. Satoru nosed under his chin, his smile never faltering. "How so?"
Despite all they had done, embarrassment washed over him quickly. Having to struggle for the words of something he'd never experienced before was strange. "It's… warm. And tingly." He muttered quickly, his eyebrows furrowing. The man's eyes were small slits of amusement, watching his face. When Satoru's hips moved, his body jolted and his thighs twitched. "Ah- don't- don't move!" He ached deep inside, each inch of his cock warm and any movement spurred a flash of pleasure. "Yuji… I don't think I can help it." He admitted almost slyly. His stomach flipped and he squirmed. "What is that?" His seed was hot. Too hot. He wanted to pull off and let it out, but something kept him rooted in place. "Shh…" His face was stroked gently and one eye squeezed shut. "It's okay, it won't hurt." He reassured softly.
Yuji's breath hitched as he drew back, his hole clenching automatically and his legs tightening to keep the man inside. His own body betrayed him. The thumb on his cheek rubbed slowly as he moved still, unphased by Yuji's attempts to keep him inside. Just as he was about to escape, the tip of his cock just barely blocking his puckered hole, did he slam back inside. Yuji cried out, his eyes widening as pleasure shot up his spine rather than pain. His reddened shaft, limp against his stomach had slowly been spurred back to life. The thrust solidified his interest, making him darken a few shades. "Again?" He gasped, unsure if he could handle a second round.
"Did you really think that would satisfy me?" The sultry voice beside his ear had his gaze losing focus. As those sinful hips dragged the shaft back from his walls again, his stomach coiled in anticipation. Despite his initial fear of the unknown, he quickly slipped under Satoru's spell, falling deeper into his lewd embrace.
Despite the man's angelic state as he slept, Yuji could only see a demon. His body, which he assumed would be sore, felt oddly refreshed. He was laying atop Satoru, a blanket covering them both. Yanking it off, he sighed and rested his cheek on the firm chest. Since he'd taken off his robe the night prior, he hadn't put it back and lie nude beneath Yuji. He hadn't allowed him to get dressed either and had been forced to tangle their limbs, completely bare. He had seen it all, for sure, but his thoughts drifted to how Nobara had burst into his room with little warning. With that thought, he sulked and dragged the blanket back over their frames, unwilling to have his shame laid out for anyone to see. His ass felt plump, but not quite bruised like he had assumed. Cheeks burning, he could still feel the cock buried inside him. Maybe it had been an act all along- a ruse to get into Yuji's pants. Staring at his calm expression and long eyelashes, the thought quickly vanished. He settled back against the man's chest, grateful for the few moments he had just before dawn.
Yuji realized after a moment, that the man was still hard and perfectly content nestled inside his ass. He squirmed, slowly sitting up and reaching around behind himself. When his fingers touched the shaft, his face darkened. He could feel where they connected and his gaze shifted to the side, almost bashful despite the sheer amount he'd been taken- over and over. Pushing with his knees, he has to bend back over and press his chest to Satoru's, trying to guide the shaft from his hole. Inch by inch, he slowly worked the cock out, flinching when a dollop of liquid ran down his inner thigh. His ears burned brightly as he gradually moved, his heart slowly picking up speed. At the tip, he could feel the cum inside still and his body burned when it stirred. His lips parted, a breathy sigh escaping as he hesitated. Glancing to the man's face, he hadn't moved. His chest rising and falling slowly.
Yuji bit his lip, cursing his own dick and it's traitorous awakening. Keeping an eye on Satoru's face, he slowly slid himself back down, carefully guiding the stiff shaft inside. Each inch had him trembling, cautiously holding back his sounds. He had to sit upright, holding his balance on his knees as he lowered to sheath himself. His head tilted to one side, his lips parted and a small sigh escaping as he sank down fully. He grasped himself, stroking his hand along his own cock, pulling it to full-mast easily. His body was warm and his walls were singed with pleasure. One hand on his thigh, the other wrapped around his cock, he slowly raised his hips and lowered them, his eyes never leaving Satoru's face. He wondered if the man dreamed of him. If he lusted for him now, hard from images of last night. The thoughts caught him off guard, but he didn't relent in his fantasy. He clenched his teeth, his eyes squeezing shut. Was he really so close already? He squeezed the base of his cock tightly as Satoru had for him at one point. His body wanted to buck into the hand roughly, but he shakily kept his movements slow so he wouldn't disturb the man's sleep. Involuntary, he clenched down and had to let out a shaky breath as he loosened himself around Satoru. He wondered if the man felt it. He wondered if he would awaken surprised and finish the job. Yuji imagined him grasping his hips firmly, thrusting up into him roughly. His legs shook, struggling to keep a slow, even pace. He faltered, nearly collapsing over when something caught him at the waist.
His neck burned crimson and his wide eyes darted down to the man that smirked up at him. Swallowing thickly, he realized what he'd done. He only hoped Satoru would let him go before Hiro came looking for him.
As he envisioned, Satoru held his hips firmly, rubbing gentle circles into his pelvic bone. He shuddered, his grip loosening on his cock. One of the hands wrapped around his own, squeezing tighter for a moment before returning to his hip. Yuji's face burned at the implication and he swallowed. This was his punishment for thinking he could get away with something like this. It didn't take long before the man was thrusting up into him, pounding away at his prostate. With the new angle, Satoru hit deeply, angled just right to slam against it, rubbing pleasure up his spine. Each thrust was shallow and fast, as though the man had been close. Yuji's body twitched, his spine arched and his hand grasping himself tighter. He needed more. His own hips rising and falling onto the thick cock, impaling himself over and over. His breaths were cut short each time he fell back onto the man. One sharp thrust had him falling over, flinching as he caught himself with the hand from his thigh. His ass was grabbed, hips bucking into him roughly, chasing a release until finally the warmth filled him hotter again. He gasped, laying across Satoru's chest, his chin over his shoulder. Teeth sunk into his other shoulder and he winced. A hand gently pulled his own off his cock and he moaned as the small thrusts continued, riding him out into a high of climax. His head spun and he collapsed boneless atop the man, his eyes fluttering.
"Have to… see Hiro…" He rasped, his heart pounding in his ribcage. The hands on his ass rubbed gently, one rising to his back. "You'd go to practice like this?" The question was mocking and playful. His body burned with shame. "Have to…" He panted. Satoru knew this. They both knew. Yet, he'd awoken with strange desires thanks to how the man insisted they sleep. He wasn't sure who was at fault, just that he needed to be out of bed shortly and the mess to clean was going to be embarrassing if left. He wasn't sure how to even clean it.
"Yuji…" Satoru murmured. Yuji was busy trying to calm his racing heart and unsteady breaths. "Yes?"
There was a moment of silence between the two and Yuji struggled to control his breathing. He couldn't keep up with the man in any sense, it seemed. He seemed strong- almost deadly when Yuji recalled the strange form he'd seen Satoru in last night. Getting swept up in his own whims was going to be an issue if he wanted any answers regarding his companion. He still didn't understand a lot about him. His cheeks dusted pink as he averted his gaze. Despite not knowing him, he'd already allowed himself to be bedded. He'd wanted it more than anything, but guilt began to grip him. Being close to potentially dying twice in one day had made his decision making muddled. He wanted to do things the right way.
The palms on either side of his face dragged his attention back to the man beneath him. He was pulled down, arms engulfing him and his cheek squishing against the solid chest. A gentle thump from beneath steadily soothed his racing worries. "Thank you." The words were mumbled against the top of his head, rustling his lightly colored locks. His eyes shifted down, sinking heavily against his frame. He'd done nothing to be thanked for. His lips parted before slowly shutting, allowing himself to simply enjoy the comfort Satoru brought a moment longer before he'd have to meet his mentor.
∞ Hiroka ∞
The dim lighting of the candlelight reflected off the stone walls warmly, the flame dancing on the wick hypnotically. His two-toned gaze stared straight ahead, his arms behind his back and his legs pulled together tightly. Stiff and unmoving, he said nothing as the man paced before him. A gust of wind slashed out just past his ear, rustling his low ponytail against his upper back. He didn't blink even as warmth dripped down the shell of his ear and down his jaw.
"You told me this one would be obedient, Nakamura. Don't take me for a fool." The harsh tone was a contrast from the attempts at pleasantries he had seen in public just prior. "Can your family help with this or not?"
Inside of the office, a dark wooden desk creaked under the pressure of Geto's palms. Seated, the man adjusted his spectacles, arching a thin eyebrow. "You ordered him to mentor a new recruit. He's filling that role, as you asked."
Hiro didn't look at either man, staring ahead in silence. He had been here before. His muscles tensed, urging his body to cooperate, but something was keeping him rooted in place. The ache that followed his attempts at freedom only urged him on further. He'd broken it once, halting Geto's advance on Yuji before he killed the soldier under his protection.
He was doing as he'd been told. Taking care of the new recruit and ensuring his growth. His thoughts grew muddled, sinking slowly as he struggled to understand. A small part of him knew.
"Fix it. You know what I'm after. Make sure he doesn't get in my way again." Geto snarled, his lip curling. The man behind the desk didn't move, unphased by the aggression. "Very well. It's your responsibility if your mission fails, however." A hand was waved and Hiro turned on his heel, his legs moving of their own accord. Pulling shut the door behind him, he made his way down the spacious halls of the castle. His gaze shifted towards the barracks in the distance. When he arrived at the towers, he paused in the hallway that led towards Yuji's chambers. Without drawing closer, he could feel the tangible barrier blocking him from drawing closer. After a beat, he turned away and strode to his own chambers to rest for the night. He'd have a session with Yuji in the morning, after all.