Work Text:
It starts, as all thing do, with them kissing. And licking. And touching.
Joshua’s tracing lines by the faint freckles on his skin and Neku squirms, the sensation both hot and cold- from the warmth of Joshua’s tongue, to the chill of his exhale when he moves on; down and down Neku’s chest.
They slide together, skin to skin, Joshua’s got faint marks of light dancing under his and Neku stares mesmerised at them playing on his chest in the darkness when Joshua leans back. Like a moth to a light, or a fish swimming towards the bioluminescence in the dark, he can’t look away.
Transfixed, he reaches up to touch them, and feels the weight of the Composer slam through their pact into his head once his hand makes contact; lights racing down his arm and up to his face-
He doesn’t know where Joshua ends and he begins, he’s sliding under Joshua’s skin- or is it his? Individuality is slipping away, the hard line between what is Joshua’s and what is Neku’s is becoming blurred, less important than the need to join them as one.
Their bodies crash against each other and mix together like a pair of opposing waves and their hair is ashen blonde-red and they’re both extremely tall and looking down at themselves-
Joshua’s hand plucks at their back, like a taunt string and Neku borrows one of their voices to cry out, and they’re not sure where any of their mouths are, but they’re somehow kissing and Josh is both inside and not, rocking together as they both feel the sensation of penetration and being penetrated.
Their bodies have merged to share the same space; four pairs of arms grasping at what can no longer be classified as yours/mine, because they’re one; two souls spinning in a whirlpool of flesh and meat and bone as their bodies become untied to the physical plane and the distinct, separate forms that made up Joshua and Neku to merge into a shifting mass of their affection.
Their souls brush, and their whole world is rocked by a hum; a pulse of power that almost threatens to shake them apart; but their forms have become so mixed together that there’s no clear lines to break along, even their thoughts and emotions blending together; and Jo- Ne- -hua- tumble; their arms grasping desperately at skin and mouths gnashing and nipping at whatever they can reach.
Ne- Ki- -rab- gasps in two voices, and their legs brush together and pulls themself down for a kiss- mouth crashing against- something as the shaking gets worse; their soul-s continuing to brush and collide together. They want to stay like this forever-
Neku slams back onto the bed with enough force to make him bounce; Joshua is nearly thrown across the room. For some reason, his heart hurts, and he tries to roll over to check if Joshua’s alright, but his body doesn’t even twitch at his attempts.
He realises, his chest isn’t moving, his heart’s not beating, eyes unblinking; his body is completely shut-down even of the automatic responses that keep him alive, even though he can still think.
As if the connection between his brain and body had been severed.
Joshua’s hand slams down on his chest just as the panic starts, and his vision had started to fade; and he coughs as suddenly, his brain and body are reconnected, brain kicking his subconscious responses back into motion.
Joshua’s hand stays on his chest, pressed hard enough to bruise, until his face relaxes once he feels Neku’s heart pumping under his fingers, instead helping Neku sit upright and offering him a wry smile.
“What” he tries, and he’s surprised at how sore his throat is “the fuck was that.”
Joshua gently helps him onto his side so he can slide into bed beside him “We… temporarily merged our beings as one.” And he’s surprised; Joshua sounds just as tired and sore as he does “It was a… very close thing to our souls becoming so mixed together no one would have been able to pull us apart again.”
Neku doesn’t know how to feel about that, and he tenses slightly when he feels Joshua wrap an arm around him.
“It’s alright. It’s not going to happen just from us touching like this. It requires more… emotional circumstances where I’ve let my control slip.”
Thankfully, Joshua’s words are proven right when his arm remains solid and warm and very much keeping it’s form to itself instead of trying to merge with his, so Neku lets himself relax back into Joshua’s chest.
“We’re going to have a very long talk about this later.” he promises tiredly, and Joshua’s responding, equally tired chuckle follows him into sleep.