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By the time Chifuyu got to the party, everyone was already wasted.
Takemichi was red faced and happy, no doubt a byproduct of Mikey feeding him shots as the night went on. Chifuyu caught the commander's eye as he placed yet another clear shot in the first division captain's hand. The look was daunting, it read quite simply, none of your business, fuck off.
He scoffed, fuck that.
He watched in horror as his best friend downed yet another splash of liquor, taking the shot like water and slamming the now empty glass back onto the table to Mikey's cheers.
He made his way over, attitude evident in every line of his body.
"Oi Mikey, don't you think he's had enough. We're gonna have to take him to the hospital."
Takemichi jumped up upon seeing his friend.
"Chifuyu! You made it! Have a drink with me."
The blonde was slurring his words and damn near fell over if Mikey hadn't wrapped both arms around his waist and pulled him onto his lap. Takemichi wiggled a bit, oblivious to the way Mikey bit his lip, eyes hooded. Chifuyu couldn't help but wince in disgust. It was beyond obvious what the commander's objective was and he wondered why no one had yet to stop him.
He looked around for backup and found everyone in similar if not worse states than Takemichi. It seemed him and Mikey were the only ones stone cold sober and that was a terrifying thought. Draken was currently backed up against the wall, Hanma crowding his space and whispering softly, sin and punishment gripping the blonde's hips, both in an equal state of intoxication.
Chifuyu grimaced, Draken was well and truly out of it if he was willing to entertain Hanma's sadistic nature for the night. Everyone else was chatting and laughing, the air around the three was light and breezy, no trauma to be found tonight. He gulped in a breath and locked his jaw.
Mikey raised a brow and pulled the squirming blonde closer, holding him tighter on his lap as Takemichi babbled on happily.
Chifuyu went first, addressing Takemichi directly, breaking the silence.
"I think you've had enough, C'mon I'll take you home. You'll have one hell of a hangover in the morning," he said, reaching for the boy.
Mikey openly scowled, "the fuck do you think you're doing Matsuno? 'Mitchy's fine where he is. If he wants to go home, I can take him."
Takemichi nodded his approval. "Yeah Chifuyu, I'm good. Mikey's got me. Go enjoy the party, you look like you could use a drink."
Mikey grunted, "Yeah Matsuno, maybe a few shots will loosen the stick up your ass."
Chifuyu, who was always in the business of testing fate, leaned into the blonde's space, inclining his head to speak directly into their commander's ear.
"Nobody else has the balls to tell you this, but I can see right through you. Your plan isn't as airtight as you think. Get him drunk, fuck him and leave him without a clue. Not tonight Sano, not ever. So let him go so I can take him home."
Mikey's eye visibly twitched but the smirk never left his face.
"You've got me all figured out I guess."
He stood, releasing the boy from his lap and lightly shoving him towards the vice captain. Takemichi looked around in confusion, the warmth of Mikey's body was comforting and the cold air was delivering a shock to his system. He startled as Chifuyu grabbed his wrist, tugging him towards the door.
A struggle ensued, Takemichi pulling back, desperately trying to reach the blonde commander who gave the vice captain a pitying look, eyes dark as a nightmare.
"Chifuyu, let go. What the hell are you doing?"
"I'm taking you home, you've had way too many."
"Where's Mikey? I want Mikey."
"Mikey isn't gonna disappear if you don't see him for one night, now c'mon, I don't want you throwing up on me."
With strength he didn't know the blonde possessed, Takemichi broke free of his grip and immediately turned on his heel, running right back into the commander's arms that encircled his waist, holding him tight.
Mikey kissed his neck, making the boy giggle as they swayed on the floor. He laughed along with him as he moved towards the hall, a row of freshly cleaned bedrooms just waiting to be ruined. Chifuyu growled and stalked forward only to get cut off by the sight before him.
Draken and Hanma were making out, the lanky teen having finally broken down the vice commander's walls. Chaos ensued as everyone took notice and began whistling and cheering them on. The once near empty room was now flooded with people taking pictures and catcalling the two still making out against the wall. Chifuyu grunted in annoyance and turned around.
Mikey and Takemichi were nowhere to be found, no doubt having holed up in one of the dozen rooms the mansion boasted.
Shit, he thought. Guess I've gotta do it one by one.
He ran towards the hall, ignoring the open doors and heading straight for closed ones. When he reached the end of the hall, his gut told him to take a left and before he knew it, he'd come across the only locked bedroom in the whole estate.
Bingo.
On the other side lay Mikey and Takemichi, no doubt engaged in something scandalous. If they weren't fucking at the moment, they were definitely preparing too. Chifuyu had to stop it before it got too far. So without further ado, he rattled the door knob, banging on the door and demanding the commander show himself.
As the door clicked open, the person who answered definitely wasn't Mikey and was more than certainly pissed off. Chifuyu garbled out an apology and kept moving, up the stairs, to the right then to the left.
Nothing.
Another set of stairs, to the left, nada. Just as he turned the corner, he saw a shock of blonde hair and a black Toman jacket thrown haphazardly on the ground. The two of them were engaged in a heavy makeout session, up against a bedroom door.
Takemichi was seeing stars. Legs wrapped around Mikey's waist, pinned up against the wall as they made out. Mikey was moaning softly, grinding their bodies together and letting their tongues intertwine. Takemichi broke the kiss to tangle both hands in the commander's hair, pulling his face up so their eyes met.
"Mikey," he breathed out.
"I love you."
The world stopped, both Mikey and Chifuyu froze. Takemichi went on, oblivious to the now frigid room.
"I'm never gonna stop loving you, so don't push me away anymore. Ne, Mikey, I've got something to tell you, you're gonna think I'm crazy."
"I'm a time traveler, crazy shit right? But it's true. I've been back to the future three times and each time I've gone, you just get worse and worse. The last time I went, it was the worst yet."
Mikey sucked in a breath but remained silent.
"You killed everyone. Draken, Baji, Kazutora didn't have a chance, you got him while he was still in juvie. Pah died years ago and Mitsuya was the most recent. Personal hits, done by your hand."
He sniffled and adjusted.
"I was the only one left alive, left to spread flowers on their graves in the hopes that you'd see it and come to your senses. But I guess not. Listen to me Mikey, I'm back now and I want you to know that no matter what happens, I'm still gonna love you. Still gonna fight for you every step of the way. I mean, you've threatened to kill me more than once in the future," he laughed bitterly.
"But that hasn't stopped me yet. But I can't do it alone anymore. I'm tired of fighting with the odds stacked so high. It doesn't matter anymore if I can't save Hina, you're the only one that matters now. If I can't save you, then I can't save her."
He coughed, head buzzing and thoughts cloudy.
"M sorry, I'm rambling a bit aren't I?"
Mikey could only stare as Takemichi gripped his shirt, pulling him closer.
"I love you, Manjiro, no matter who you become in the future. I just wanna be there by your side. So please don't leave me."
Takemichi was crying now, sobbing into the white t-shirt stretched across their commander's chest.
Chifuyu could only stare in shock, brain desperately trying to absorb the nuclear bomb that the first division captain had just dropped on them. Mikey seemed to be in a similar state, clutching the boy's jacket, rigid in his posture.
"Mikey, I love you, I love you, I love you Mikey, please don't leave me."
This seemed to snap him out of his haze and with surprising tenderness, he gripped Takemichi's thighs and hoisted him up again, holding onto him tightly.
"Mitchy," he said softly.
Takemichi wiped his eyes, "y-yes?"
Mikey looked off to the side for a moment before meeting tearful blue eyes.
"Don't go back Mitchy, stay with me. Will you help me, Mitchy? Will you save me? I can't do this without you. I need you Mitchy, I need you so bad."
Takemichi broke out in a blinding grin.
"Mikey," he said softly, "not even death is gonna keep us apart."
Mikey matched his grin and leaned in for a kiss, hand on the door handle. But before their lips could touch, he whispered, "ne Mitchy, I love you too," and promptly opened the door, causing them both to go sprawling onto the floor in a heap.
Takemichi sputtered, "Mikey!"
Their laughter carried out into the hall, Chifuyu smiling despite himself as he sighed and made his way back to the others.
Things were gonna be just fine.
~~~~~~~~~
Draken, who was decidedly less drunk than Hanma, (not really) pulled the lanky teen along with him as they made their way to an empty bedroom, the rest of Toman cheering and laughing.
He was so gonna kick everyone's ass when he was well and sober.
But for now, he thought as the taller teen pinned him to the bed, having shut and locked the door, he would do it later. He was currently occupied with getting Hanma's cock inside him as quickly and efficiently as possible.
Getting both of their pants off and finding the lube hidden away in the bedside drawer was a herculean task. Hanma couldn't stop touching and Draken was finding it harder and harder to resist. With one hand on the lube and the other holding the taller teen back by a thread, Draken was starting to see why drunk sex was such a challenge.
Hanma stuck two fingers in his mouth, running his tongue up and down the digits before sticking them inside the tattooed vice commander.
Draken gasped at the feeling, noting the others impatience. Sparing a glance downwards towards his partner's cock made him choke. Hanma was big. Bigger than he'd ever had, lube was a for sure necessity and spit just wasn't gonna cut it. So with all the gracefulness of a newborn, Draken tossed the bottle to the other and rasped out a quick, "Use this instead," as Hanma rubbed circles onto his sweet spot.
Hanma, in all his drunken stupor, steadfastly ignored the request, continuing to drip saliva from his tongue down onto his fingers.
Draken grabbed him, "use it or we ain't fucking."
Hanma sighed in annoyance but uncapped the bottle and coated three fingers. Shoving them all back inside the now glassy eyed teen who arched off the bed from the sweet stimulation.
Draken pushed at his chest, "m ready, do it."
Hanma, took his fingers out and liberally coated his dick with the lube, jerking himself off for a moment before pressing inside the smaller teen, hissing at the tight heat. Draken clutched at his back, fingers digging into warm skin as Hanma cursed, waiting with thin patience for the teen to adjust.
Draken was breathing hard, willing himself to calm down and relax against the intrusion. Just looking at it wasn't nearly as comparative to feeling it split him open from the root.
God, did he love it though.
Hanma sucked in a breath, "you good?"
Draken nodded, unable to speak, drunken mind caught up in haze. Hanma let out the breath he was holding and shifted onto his knees, pulling out with a glint in his eyes.
"M gonna fucking rock your world Ryuguji."
Draken didn't have the time to be surprised before Hanma's cock was buried inside, shoved all the way to his core. He choked as the taller teen repeated the action, fucking him harder, much to Draken's delight.
"Oh fuck yes, big dicked motherfucker… right there, fuck."
Hanma gripped creamy thighs, pulling Draken's hips up and knocking the teens' lights out little by little. Each time Hanma pushed in, his cock slammed against Draken's walls like a battering ram, making muscled thighs shake and tremble from the onslaught.
"You like that baby?" Hanma asked as he ran a hand through tousled locks, some of the strands falling in his face.
Draken croaked in reply, drunk and already fucked out.
"More, I want more."
He reached a hand out, running it over Shuji's muscled abs, "fuck you feel so good."
Hanma laughed breathlessly, upping the ante as he pushed Draken's legs out wider, encouraging him to wrap them around his waist. The pace was rougher now, Hanma actively fucking him into the mattress, sparing him nothing, making the teen take every inch.
From the way Draken was screaming, Hanma would say he was more than accomplished in his mission to rock Draken's world.
Hanma grinned widely as Draken started thrashing, tightening up to the point of pain. He huffed out a laugh, "You close baby, huh?"
Draken's eyes rolled back, tongue out as he climbed higher and higher.
Hanma gripped thick thighs and grunted, "where do you want it baby, you gotta tell me or I'm gonna knock you up."
Draken moaned at the thought, cock twitching, "do it then," he said, head tilted back.
Shuji choked on his spit, "fuck, you're gonna make me fall in love with you Kenny."
Draken giggled drunkenly, "wouldn't be so bad, I mean your personality is garbage but your cock… feels like heaven."
Hanma pulled out, brain scrambling at the hidden implication and flipped them over, putting Draken on top. With one hearty grunt, they were joined at the hip once again, Draken taking control. Hanma bit his lip to keep the sounds from spilling out, but the sight of him, the mini will they-won't they conversation and the tight heat around him all proved to be too much.
He jerked off the bed, fingers digging into Draken's hips, pulling him down onto his cock, practically spearing him open. It was wild and uncaring of his partner's pleasure, but Draken hardly seemed to mind as he came all over Shuji's stomach, back bowed and eyes shut. Hanma was quick to follow, cumming in deep spurts inside the teen, Draken clenching down tightly on him all the while.
Hanma grunted, still riding the afterglow. He leaned forward and took Draken's face into his hands, kissing him hard and letting their saliva mix together.
Draken moaned into their kiss, body soft and pliant. Hanma let go and stared at him, tattooed hands still gripping creamy hips. Draken had turned a lovely shade of pink, cum splattered all over their abdomens and his braid was frayed and practically undone. He reached out and pulled the hair tie off the ruined hairstyle, letting the teens long blonde tresses flow onto his face.
Hanma whistled at the sight.
"I knew you were hot but damn, you're a real stunner with your hair down Kenny, you should do it more often."
Draken rolled his eyes, shaking his hair out.
"Oh, is that what does it for you Hanma? Pretty boys with long hair?"
"Not just any pretty boy," he said, running a hand up Draken's back.
They fell into a comfortable silence, Draken dozing off against Hanma's chest, letting the older boy's warmth lull him into a light dreamless sleep. He blinked back into lucidity when he felt Hanma's cock harden inside him. He sat up, a brow raised as he took in the taller teens' sheepish expression.
Hanma shrugged, "while we're here, might as well go again."
Draken's smirk was dangerous.
He rocked back onto Hanma's cock, letting the elder take all of his weight. Shuji gripped the teens thighs, eyes hooded and bottom lip bitten.
Draken leaned in, "if you give it to me good, I might just make you a daddy."
Hanma ran his tongue over his teeth.
"Don't make promises you can't keep Kenny."
Draken spread his legs wider, "couldn't be me, Shuji."
The next thrust knocked the wind out of him, Hanma well and truly on a mission to fill his vice commander with everything he's got before the night was over.
Distantly, he wondered if he should start taking on more hits. After all, he was about to become a father.
~~~~~~~~~~
Takemichi pushed at Mikey's chest, a desperate attempt for air. Mikey was passionate about anything he did, Takemichi was no exception. It was cute, he thought, how kittenish the taller blonde was being. He let up, allowing them both room to breathe, Takemichi sucking down lungfuls gratefully. Mikey twitched as he thought about what else Takemichi would be able to do with that mouth.
It would be exhilarating, he just knew it. But tonight, he thought, running a finger over the teens bottom lip, tonight was about staking his claim, letting the whole world know that this feisty crybaby was his for the taking. Takemichi seemed more than onboard and perhaps a little impatient, tugging and pulling on his hair, using his long strands to his advantage.
Mikey took the hint, standing with ease and pulling his lover off the floor with him. Takemichi couldn't stop moving, new found boldness pushing Mikey up against the wall and recapturing his lips. Their makeout session resumed, this time with less clothing. Takemichi, well and truly drunk off his ass, was attempting to shed all his clothes without separating from his newfound love. Mikey grinned against their kiss and broke it off momentarily to assist his blonde boyfriend with his clothing.
The shirt was a struggle, Mikey having half a mind to just rip it and get him a new one. Takemichi groaned in discomfort.
"Mikey," he whined. "It's hot."
Mikey cooed, "Don't worry pretty thing, I'll fix it for you."
A few moments later, Takemichi was fully undressed, warm skin on display, attempting with all his might to climb the commander like a tree. Mikey was so far from discouraging this and even shucked his own jacket and shirt off before they made it to the bed. Takemichi groaned at the display of skin, hands already exploring the other's body.
"Relax Mitchy, we've got all the time in the world now. You promised me you'd stay after all."
Takemichi nodded, "m sorry, I just…been waiting for this for a while."
Mikey's smirk reached his eyes as he opened his arms in invitation, letting the teen do as he liked.
"Don't apologize sweetheart, you know I'll give you anything you want."
Takemichi immediately set about touching, running his hands down Mikey's shoulders and sides, down to his chest and abdomen, blue eyes raking over creamy skin and hard muscle. Mikey's gaze was held fast onto Takemichi’s body, eyes taking in every inch of soft skin.
Takemichi's hands settled on the silver buckle of Mikey's belt, eyes pleading.
Mikey chuckled, "whatever you want, baby."
Takemichi beamed at him, tugging the commander's uniform pants down and wrapping a warm palm around his dick. Mikey hissed in reply, eyes sliding closed at the feeling. Takemichi went faster, stroking at uneven intervals. Mikey opened his eyes to the feeling of a hand on his face.
"Mikey," he said. "Look at me, Mikey."
Dark brown met bright blue. As Mikey took in the gorgeous form of his angelic boyfriend, he pleaded with his eyes, feeling uncharacteristically vulnerable, needing to hear it again.
"Say it Mitchy."
Takemichi smiled, palm still going strong.
"I love you Manjiro."
“Say the other thing.”
Takemichi hummed, leaning in for a kiss. “I’m never gonna leave you, I’ll stay right here by your side.” He giggled softly as he felt warmth splash over his hand. “That did it for you, huh? My unconditional love and surrender.”
Mikey kissed him, shutting off any further conversation. Takemichi responded like a dream, fully dropping into the weight of his boyfriend’s arms, letting Mikey take the lead. His head was swimming, now that he had him, the mile long list of wicked, sexual acts he’d imagined time and time again could finally come to fruition.
His smile was razor sharp as he pushed the blonde onto his back, speechless to how beautiful he looked, all laid out for him to consume.
“Tell me if you want me to stop.”
He started slow, kissing him on the mouth then moving down. Sucking lightly on creamy skin before biting down hard, letting the blood coat his tongue. Takemichi jumped in surprise but remained silent, content to let Mikey have his way. He shivered at the thought, was there anything Takemichi would refuse, especially coming from him? Pushing that thought away for the moment, he went lower, tongue and teeth meeting each of the rosy buds on the captain's chest.
Takemichi moaned and jolted, legs coming to wrap around Mikey’s waist.
He’s sensitive there , he noted, before moving on.
Mikey ran his tongue down the boy’s naval, tasting him. Takemichi tangled a hand in his hair, unused to such overwhelming stimulation. Too bad, it was about to get so much worse. Mikey glanced at the teen’s stomach, eyeing the shiny trail of spit leading to the prize. Takemichi was panting softly, eyes half lidded and body pliant. Mikey kissed his tummy, blowing hot air onto creamy skin and laughing softly when Takemichi squirmed from the feeling.
He went lower, tongue coming out to taste the slick adorning his boyfriend’s cock. Finding it to be acceptable, Mikey opened his mouth, taking nearly half of the blonde’s length down his throat in an instant. Takemichi squealed, hands buried in long blond strands, tugging and pulling as he fought to keep still.
“M-Mikey!” He squeaked.
Mikey glanced at him, pulling off in order to answer, tongue licking up the side in a scandalous display.
“Hmm, what’s wrong sweetheart?”
Takemichi shuddered a reply, thoughts still focused on the feeling of Mikey’s tongue.
“Nothing’s wrong, just thought we could move on, ya know…do something else.”
Mikey grinned widely as he sat up.
“Do something else,” he asked in faux confusion. “Like what, exactly.”
Takemichi squirmed, oblivious to his boyfriend’s teasing, “I thought maybe we could…have sex.”
Mikey nodded, running his hands up and down the inside of Takemichi’s thighs.
“You wanna give it up to me sweet thing?”
Takemichi shivered, entranced by the blonde commander.
“Yes, yes. Only you, Mikey.”
Mikey cursed under his breath, leaning in to kiss him hard, tongues rubbing together.
“I’ll make you feel so good baby, you’re gonna want it all the time.”
Takemichi blushed again, “you gonna be around to give it to me, when I want it?”
Mikey stopped his movements, the moment turning serious.
“Baby, you’re not gonna be able to get rid of me. I’m possessive, even if you wanted to leave, I’m never gonna let you go. You’re mine now, anytime, anywhere. Got it?”
Takemichi nodded, arms encircling the blonde commander, pulling him in for a hug.
“Hmm, I love you Mikey.”
Mikey kissed his neck, “I love you too sweetheart. Now,” he sat up, “be a good boy and hand me the lube.”
~~~~~~~~~~
Three fingers deep and Takemichi was seeing stars, much like when they first started. Mikey was relentless, rubbing at his sweet spot until Takemichi could feel a strange heat in his stomach. Mikey stared down at him in amusement, “You ready baby?”
Takemichi nodded, shielding his eyes. Mikey snickered, pulling at his arms, “Don’t hide from me Mitchy, I’ve already seen all of you.”
“It’s my first time, okay. Go easy on me.”
Mikey laughed, coating his cock with lube before pressing inside.
“Oi Takemitchy,” he said softly. “Me too.”
They stared at each other as he bottomed out, the moment turning heated with lust and romance. Without thought, Mikey leaned down to a well received kiss, Takemichi encircling one arm around his shoulders.
“M ready Mikey,” he said, whispering into the space between them.
Mikey pulled out, shifting for a better position before pressing inside slowly. The tight heat burned around him, making him feel indescribable pleasure and all at once he knew he'd never be able to go back.
Takemichi moaned softly and wrapped his legs around Mikey’s waist.
“More Mikey, I want more.”
"You want more baby, hmm. Want it harder?"
Takemichi nodded, eyes sliding closed as Mikey went harder, the sound of their skin meeting filled the room along with Takemichi's screaming.
Music to Mikey's ears.
With a grunt, he flipped the teen over onto his stomach, hiking Takemichi's hips up and pushing his head down, fingers gripping short blonde hairs.The mood suddenly took a darker turn, possessive and controlling.
"You're mine, Takemitchy. Mine, forever. I'm never gonna let you go, you can't escape me, no matter what. I'll hunt you down, keep you chained to my side. You're mine Mitchy, mine."
The bed was rocking, springs creaking in protest. Takemichi's fingers dug into the sheets, curling and holding on for some semblance of clarity. Mikey's cock went deeper, brushing his core and making him choke in surprise.
"M gonna mark you, make sure everyone knows you're mine. Nobody's gonna touch you, nobody but me."
Takemichi's eyes rolled back as he came, thighs straining against the position.
Mikey chuckled, "such a good boy, Takemitchy."
The pace kept its course, Mikey refusing to slow down, carving a space for himself deep inside the first division captain. Takemichi felt lightheaded from the lack of air and overstimulated to the point of pain, completely drunk on Mikey, but he didn't want it to end, not yet.
He sat up, arms coming up underneath him to hold him steady.
"M-Mikey," he breathed, head tilted to the side in order to meet the commander's eyes.
Mikey glanced at him, looking ethereal in the fading light of the sun. Hair sticking to his neck and forehead, dark eyes a shade darker than they were before, bottom lip bitten red and raw from the intensity. He looked feral and gorgeous, power and possession all wrapped into one.
He was all Takemichi's. His for the taking. Anything he said or did could bring this man to his knees, a power no one else would ever wield. So when he whispered these words, he knew without a doubt, Mikey would jump to fulfill his request, no matter who or what stood in his way.
"Prove it," he demanded, arching his back seductively. "Don't stop, no matter what."
Mikey's grin was dangerous, promising a lifetime of trouble. Takemichi wasn't scared, this is what he signed up for. All of the good, all of the bad. In for a penny in for a pound.
~~~~~~~~~
As the night dragged on, Takemichi found himself at the end of his rope. The alcohol was just beginning to wear off, leaving him in a buzzed state, bouncing on Mikey's cock like he needed it for air. Mikey had cum once and Takemichi, a staggering three times and already nearing a fourth. Mikey was determined to get him there.
"My pretty thing, make a mess for me baby."
Takemichi couldn't stop it, the throbbing sensation in his stomach reached an all time high and cum splattered over his chest, thin and liquidy, pooling down onto the sheets.
Mikey stared in amazement, eyes comically wide and mouth open. Takemichi came down from his high, stars crackling around his head. He flushed a deep red upon noticing his boyfriend's expression. Mikey was quick to correct any thoughts of embarrassment.
"Fuck that was hot."
Takemichi shook his head to the side, unable to hide the growing smile. He moved, pushing his hips down, urging his boyfriend to move.
"C'mon Mikey, we're not done yet are we?" He said with a sly smile.
Mikey grinned back at him, hands gripping wide hips, "of course not sweet thing, you know I'll never get enough of you."
Takemichi's sides ached from the intensity, but he wouldn't trade this night for anything, he thought as Mikey lifted him up, back against the wall.
He was gonna do it right this time.
~Six Months Later- Draken and Hanma~
Draken and Hanma met up several more times as the year went on. The sex apparently enough to quell each other’s burning dislike for one another. They threw fists and had screaming matches, Draken unwilling to put up with the taller teen’s sadistic nature and Hanma, unused to pursuing something he desired for such a lengthy amount of time. It all boiled down to getting into a good rhythm. Sex was their middle ground, both of them putting aside their differences for a few nights of indescribable pleasure every now and then.
It all came to a head around the middle of the year, with Draken finally realizing their relationship was vastly unhealthy, turned to the older teen and demanded an honest answer as to what exactly Shuji pursued him for, other than their sexual compatibility.
Hanma, put on the spot for the first time, stuttered out a reply along the lines of complimenting his physique and intelligence. Making note of how Draken was the only one capable of holding his own against him and how his strong will inspired him to find enjoyment elsewhere, besides torturing the innocent.
The silence dragged on after the teen’s confession. Hanma glanced at the vice commander nervously, when Draken (whose face was not flushed, thank you very much) dragged him in by his shirt and kissed him, in front of the entire third division, who only stared on in shock.
Hanma returned the kiss, teeth biting into the vice commander’s lip, splitting the skin. Blood dripped from their mouths, both teens lost in each other, completely oblivious to the pin drop silence surrounding them. When they finally broke apart for air, Draken huffed softly and turned away, heading towards the stairs, Hanma staring cluelessly at his back.
“I’m heading home,” he said, addressing the division, “gonna grab some food and a shower.”
They nodded as he turned around, making eye contact with the lanky teen.
“Come on then,” he said, waving him forward.
“If you’re good for me, I’ll let you into the shower.”
Several members choked on their spit but Hanma paid them no mind, grinning widely, feet already moving his way. Although things were uncertain, pertaining to their relationship, Hanma had a feeling he knew where they would end up, and that was enough.
(He was right.)
~Six Months Later- Mikey and Takemichi~
Mikey had collared him, a thick red choker with black velvet lining that bore a locket with his name on it. Mikey had practically salivated at the first sight of it adorning his boyfriend’s neck. He brushed a hand against it every now and then, promising that when they wed he would buy him something shiny and outrageously expensive.
Takemichi, always surprising him, laughed brightly and shook his head, saying he had no need for something pricy and Mikey’s obsessive love was obvious enough. Mikey, who still had no idea he was able to feel this happy, silently vowed to return the feeling tenfold, no matter how many times Takemichi insisted he had no need.
And years later, when Mikey turned twenty two, now comfortably leading Tokyo’s largest gang and Takemichi twenty one, he replaced the now fraying red collar with a blue one, commissioned to match the exact shade of his eyes. He pulled out all the stops, finding his boyfriend’s oblivious and sometimes naïve nature to be more than amusing and when they made it home and laid on the bed, Mikey kissed him hard, pouring all his love and happiness into their kiss.
When Takemichi was nearly comatose from their most recent round of sex, Mikey wrapped long legs around his waist, and let the sheets tangle around their joined hips, blonde hair hanging down over them in a curtain and the night sky just filling with stars, then and only then did he reach under the pillow and grab the small, stylish box, pulling it out to Takemichi’s hazy eyes.
Takemichi cried and blubbered out the “yes” while Mikey slipped the ring onto his finger.
Days later, Takemichi elbowed him in the side.
“Mikey, how much did you spend on this?”