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A soft knock on the door makes Nice put down his headphones.
"Come in."
The door slowly opens and a head of spiky grey hair looks through the crack, greeting him with a wide smile and a "Hi". Nice smiles back and watches the head emerge from outside and turn into a whole body.
Murasaki pulls the door closed behind him while Nice asks him with a confused voice:
"Are you alone today? Where’s Hajime-chan?"
Murasaki takes off his coat and puts it over the rest of the chair on which he sits down himself.
"Sorry, am I not enough for you?"
Nice giggles and Murasaki smiles with him; until Nice clutches his side with a painful look in his eyes. Murasaki instantly gets serious again.
"You need to rest, Nice."
Nice still looks in pain when he tries for another grin.
"I know, I know. Sorry."
Murasaki sighs.
"You don’t have to apologise, you should know what’s best for you. But the more you rest now, the sooner you’ll be okay again."
Nice groans, knowing this argument all too well by now.
"I know! It’s just so boring."
Nice groans again but refrains from complaining any further. Instead he sits up straight again and asks with another grin,
"So, what did you bring me?," but he doesn’t even give Murasaki the chance to answer before he starts listing things.
"New music? My playlists are starting to get boring… Or do you guys have a case you need help with? Oh, or maybe…"
Nice trails off for a second and the sparkle in his eyes makes Murasaki know nothing good is about to follow.
"Did you maybe bring my DVDs?"
Despite himself, Murasaki blushes a little. He quickly smacks Nice over the head - gently as to not hurt him - and mutters, "Idiot".
Nice rubs his head and seems to try to look angry but he can’t keep the smile off his face. Neither can Murasaki.
For a few moments they sit together in silence until Nice takes a deep breath and his features soften even more when their eyes meet.
"I really appreciate you being there for me."
To say Murasaki is caught off-guard would be an understatement. With wide eyes he looks at Nice, at Nice’s genuine smile and sputters:
"Who else would save your ass all the time?"
If possible Nice’s eyes radiate even more warmth and comfort. Murasaki feels captured.
"I know, you’re right. Which is why I thought it was time to thank you."
He seems to hesitate for a second and Murasaki suddenly realises he’s been blatantly staring at Nice’s lips while the other was speaking.
Nice’s features get serious. He leans forward as much as he can without hurting himself and asks, his voice dangerously low:
"Could you come a little closer, please? There’s something I want to give to you…"
While Murasaki scoops closer without questioning any of Nice’s intentions, the other continues.
"Something I’ve wanted to give to you for quite some time now."
Nice hasn’t gestured him that he’s close enough yet so Murasaki pushes himself out of his chair and lowers himself on the bed instead.
As soon as he’s properly seated their hands find each other without them having to look.
They’ve been doing this kind of thing for a few weeks now. Touches that would linger much longer than needed, looks that made obvious just how much they worshipped and needed the other, the unspoken promise to be together forever but the lack of courage to actually change things.
Their touching hands entwine and Murasaki realises he is still leaning forward and closer.
When Murasaki had heard the gunshot he hadn’t wasted a single second to make sure he got to Nice as fast as possible. He had expected Moral to have been the one who had fired, he hadn't expected to find their friend instead.
In the end, it hadn’t mattered who he had been facing because his number one priority had been to get Nice to a safe place. It hadn’t mattered that he himself had been seriously beaten up and injured - and he had made sure to show Art as much.
When they had arrived at the hospital he had made sure that Nice was treated by Ratio himself before admitting himself to treatment.
Now, barely a month later both of them are fit and impatient enough to joke again.
Murasaki doesn’t feel like joking, though, when his face is just mere centimetres away from Nice’s and he puts his arm next to him on the bed to support his weight.
When Nice puts his free hand on Murasaki’s jaw they squeeze their entwined hands just once before Murasaki finally lays his lips on Nice’s.
It’s not like the first kiss often described in those manga Three likes to read. There’s no fireworks, no butterflies, no angels singing. All there is is the feeling of absolute mutual trust and comfort and that’s exactly what they need.
They don’t need any of those cheesy lies told to young girls because they have been through enough together to know what real life looks like; to know what true feelings are.
It’s exactly what they’re feeling in that moment.
Just pressing their lips together soon isn't enough anymore, and neither knows who first opens his mouth to let the other’s tongue in but sure enough they’re deepening the kiss further and further until Nice is basically lying on his back again with Murasaki hovering above him.
Their passion slowly subsides again and they’re lazily moving their lips together, sneaking their tongues together every once in a while and just thriving in the knowledge that the other is alive and safe.
Despite what people might expect it’s not Nice who takes the next step but Murasaki.
Reluctantly, he separates their lips long enough from each other to shift into a more comfortable position. Nice’s protesting groan gets stuck in his throat when Murasaki starts to trail soft kisses along his jaw line up to his ear.
Nice starts squirming again but this time it’s for a completely different reason. Content, Murasaki keeps his lips as close to Nice’s skin as possible, cherishing the quiet giggles Nice lets out while trying to hide how ticklish he is.
The closer Murasaki’s kisses get to his ear the more those tiny giggles turn into almost silent moans. One particularly loud sound leaves Nice’s lips when Murasaki softly nibbles on his outer ear and suddenly arms are wrapped around his shoulders.
Nice pulls him impossibly closer without touching his injuries. By now Murasaki is half lying on top of him and none of them could imagine a position they’d rather be in in that moment.
Nevertheless, Murasaki leans back again, ignoring Nice’s frustrated groans and quiet complaints. He sits back on the bed and appreciates the view on front of him before he awkwardly tries to push the blanket off Nice’s lower half. For a second it looks like Nice wants to protest but he doesn’t say anything.
When there’s no blanket between them anymore Murasaki can see why Nice might have felt reluctant at first; his pyjama pants are tented by a very prominent erection. Murasaki chuckles and Nice actually tries to cover himself. He gives up, though, when he sees Murasaki’s eyes lingering on his crotch. It’s his time to chuckle again.
Murasaki forces himself to look away and while they look at each other in silence his hand slowly reaches underneath Nice’s shirt. He wonders if maybe he is moving too fast, if they should really do this here and now. But when Nice arches his back to make it easier for Murasaki to push the shirt up, he understands that the other needs confirmation just as much as he himself does.
They need confirmation that the other is there, that they are with each other and that they completely trust the other. Confirmation that they won’t ever leave each other.
After Nice had been in surgery for a while Murasaki had impatiently waited for news on him. He needed to know that Nice was alive, that his actions had not been for naught and when Ratio had finally come out of the surgery room with exhausted but relieved eyes Murasaki had sworn to himself that he would never let Nice wander off by himself like that.
The arch of his back now is like confirmation that Nice feels the same and Murasaki pushes his shirt up under his armpits to show him he understands.
Murasaki trails soft kisses along Nice’s torso, giving all the patches, bandages and bruises extra care until he feels Nice squirm and groan under him again.
Immediately, he pulls away. One look at Nice’s dishevelled hair and flushed face makes Murasaki wonder if he’s gone too far after all, if he’s read the situation wrong. He sits up straight.
"I-I’m sorry, Nice. Did I hurt you? Did I go too—"
He is cut off by a loud "No!", and Nice vehemently shaking his head, his voice shaking a little.
"Whatever you do just… please don’t stop."
Murasaki’s eyes widen before he softly chuckles.
"As you wish."
He watches as Nice holds his breath in anticipation and leans back in.
Murasaki starts again by kissing along his collarbone, from the centre to left side, then down and up his arm, back to the centre and over to his right shoulder from which he again kisses the whole length of Nice’s arm. When Murasaki is back at the shoulder he trails kisses down the chest.
Nice’s breath which is going a mile a minute seems to hitch when Murasaki’s lips touch his nipple. He’s not sure if Nice is just ticklish again or if it’s a serious turn-on for him so just to check he completely leans on his left arm to tease the other nipple with his now free hand.
Sure enough Nice’s squirming increases but so does the volume of his moans.
Soon Murasaki notices that Nice’s hips start thrusting into the airs as well. It’s not much of a movement, like he’s still trying to restrain himself but doesn’t quite succeed.
To help him ease some of the tension Murasaki slides his hand down Nice’s left side. He stops when his fingertips reach the waistband of his pyjama pants. On his left arm he pushes himself up until he can see the other’s face clearly and waits. But Nice doesn’t react so Murasaki lets his fingers linger on the edge of where skin and fabric touch and plays a little with the very top of the waistband. Nice seems to finally understand because he gasps quietly and then nods so hard that Murasaki is afraid he’ll hurt himself again.
With a smile on his lips Murasaki sits back on the bed completely and puts both his hands on Nice’s chest again to slowly slide them down. In the meantime Nice lifts his hips impatiently, waiting for the other to finally push down his pants.
Murasaki thinks he finally owes Nice relief and hooks his fingers under the waistband and pulls. With flushing cheeks Murasaki realises that Nice is not wearing anything else under his pyjama pants and really, why would he. But Murasaki only comes to that conclusion when Nice’s very prominent erection basically springs into his face.
This time it’s not just Nice whose breath hitches but Murasaki suddenly finds it a little harder to breathe as well.
He all but stares at Nice, at his whole body that is now exposed in front of him, before he leans down to kiss him again. The kiss is dominated by pure lust now and Nice moans into it even louder than he has before.
While their lips are chasing each other Murasaki’s hand slides down Nice’s body again, starting from his collarbone, over his ribs down to his hips. There he stops again, but he gently presses his thumb into the skin there and waits until Nice gets the hint and nods like he has earlier.
As soon as he has confirmation Murasaki doesn’t hold back; without warning he wraps his fingers along Nice’s length. The boy gasps so loud Murasaki is sure he’s very close to coming right on the spot.
Nice slings his arms around his shoulders and pulls him down into another kiss while Murasaki slowly but determinedly jerks him off.
It’s nothing particularly beautiful or romantic but that’s not what they need anyway. Right now they need to know that the other is alive and with them and that’s what it does; confirming that they are together.
It’s not long until Nice’s moans that are swallowed by Murasaki’s mouth turn into impatient groans and the older speeds up just enough to turn Nice into a panting mess under him again.
Nice doesn’t last very long but Murasaki is almost grateful for that because it gets himself out of his own misery. His misery of fighting a boner himself. He’s not sure how he even managed not to pop one at the sight in front of him but he thanks his control over his body. That is, until Nice’s face scrunches up and comes hard into Murasaki’s hand with his name on his lips.
Murasaki slowly strokes him a few more times to let him ride out his orgasm completely before he sits back again.
Nice is a sweating, panting, flushed mess and finally Murasaki’s body reacts as well. He wants to take in the completely defenceless Nice sprawling out on the bed for much longer because he knows he’s the one who caused him to look like that.
Instead he reaches over to his jacket still hanging over the chair rest and grabs a pack of tissues out of one of its pockets.
Thoroughly, he cleans up his own hand first, then Nice’s chest while he decides that no-one else should ever see the other one in his current state. When he’s done Nice sighs in content. Murasaki helps him put his clothes back on properly, because apparently a handjob was still too much effort for his body.
Murasaki is about to sit back on the chair, when Nice grabs his wrist in a grip which is much firmer than it should be with Nice spending several weeks in hospital and at bed rest. But it only shows how determined Nice is.
Murasaki stops in his tracks, looks at him and waits. This time he doesn’t wait for Nice to give him an ok but to actually take action. And Nice doesn’t let him wait this time but almost immediately pulls him back down onto the bed next to him again.
When Murasaki is lying right there next to Nice he suddenly feels embarrassed. He doesn’t know why or why now but it’s a fact and he needs to get a little more time before he thinks he can cuddle with the other one, so he quickly exclaims, "At least let me take off my shoes!"
Nice doesn’t look like he thinks that’s a good enough reason but they both know how anal Radio can be about such things. Murasaki takes his time to climb out of his boots and when he’s done he takes two, three deep breaths before he lies back down.
Immediately Nice latches himself onto him, hugging him tight and pulling him as close as he can. Murasaki makes sure he stays away from Nice’s bandages.
A few minutes later they finally find a comfortable position for both of them; Murasaki’s shoulder pillowing Nice’s head, Nice’s hand on Murasaki’s chest and Murasaki’s hand calmly stroking Nice’s hair. They lie together in silence until all of a sudden Nice asks:
"So, what was all that for?"
Murasaki’s hand stops and he doesn’t start moving it again until Nice nuzzles it with his head. Murasaki continues threading his fingers through Nice’s hair and hesitates a few more moments before he whispers:
"I’m just really glad you’re alive."
Nice doesn’t respond immediately and Murasaki is close to freaking out. He suddenly wonders about the nature of their current relationship, if maybe Nice only sees them as physical anchors and support. Maybe he doesn’t want anyone close on an emotional level after Art, his best friend after all, betrayed him like he did.
But Nice only chuckles next and sighs into Murasaki’s chest.
"All thanks to you."
Murasaki doesn’t say anything, just holds him a little tighter, because even though he knows it’s true he still thinks that if he had been just a little bit stronger Nice wouldn’t even be in hospital now. And he wants to make sure Nice knows at least half of that.
"As soon as you get better we’ll find Art and we’ll find out what happened to him and we’ll get him back."
Nice nuzzles his chest this time.
"Okay."
"Just promise me you won’t run off on your own again."
Nice giggles quietly but nods against Murasaki’s shoulder.
"Promise."