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Mizuki’s eyes were as beautiful as the ocean shimmering under the moonlight.
Whenever Medama looked at him, he always saw those lapis lazulis with little sparkles shined like stars in the night sky - like blue sapphires that had been delicately polished - like blue hydrangeas that were magnificent but fragile.
Those eyes were like morning glories—No Mizuki WAS the morning glory. Pure but strong, however fragile like a flower easily withered away when touched, and Medama wanted him to be the first thing he saw every morning for a lifetime.
The first human who could make his heart skip a beat was Mizuki.
And he had already fallen into this deepest pit called love.
“Hey, are you listening?”
“Huh? Oh, sorry. I was—”
“Again? Damn…”
“Well, it’s your fault, Mizuki-dono.”
“What?”
“Those eyes of you distract me.”
“Hah?”
“…Never mind, forget it.”
Hope he didn’t notice a blush on my face… The yokai thought.
Medama's tongue was as intimidating as a beast's, but strangely attractive.
Whenever Medama flickered his red long thing, Mizuki always felt like there were thousands of butterfly in his stomach. That ruby ribbon moved like a dangerous snake - like a great serpent painted in blood from its prey - like a flame danced in a dark attractting fireflies.
A strange desire deep inside his mind told him he wanted to play with that fire somehow. And without knowing, he's desired that red tongue so bad.
He wanted - wanted Medama to protrude his long appendage through him, deep down through his pharynx until he was choking. He even wanted the yokai to break him apart, made him get close to heaven, but he didn't know why. Maybe it was his lust, maybe some kind of mysterious power - Mizuki didn't hate it, though.
Then this night, Medama accidentally confessed his love to him.
“Well, it’s your fault, Mizuki-dono.”
“What?”
“Those eyes of you distract me.”
“Hah?”
“…Never mind, forget it.”
He knew what it meant.
He saw a blush on his face, he knew what is this feeling the yokai's been struggling with - it's so similar to his, a desire, a lust, a love.
"Hey, man."
"Huh?"
"You love me, don't you?"
Damn...what did I just say? He thought, blushing a bit.
"--W-Wah?!!"
Oh, his face is even redder. Mizuki raised his brow with a strange amuse "I'm right. I knew it."
And Medama struggled. "N-No, no, no way, Mizuki-dono! I-I'm a yokai and a man--"
"I don't care."
"...W-What?" A straight-forward answer surprised the yokai.
"A yokai or a man, that's not the matter. Love is love and that's all I care."
"You mean--"
"Let me kiss you."
"E-Eh?!"
"What? Isn't that enough for the answer?"
"I-It is. I'm just--confused..."
"I desire you, you love me, a perfect fit, right?"
Cigarettes then fell to the ground as Mizuki stole a kiss from another man.
A few second their lips touched deepened their feelings, made their minds clearer but also weirdly more foggy in the same time. "If you want me to love you too...Break me, bind me, love me, until I can't live without you anymore, Gegero."
Medama gulped as the other called his real name. The man he's loved for so long was sexier than ever tonight, how can he even reject? "...Then let me kiss you properly."
God...those blue eyes full of desire...so beautiful...I wanna see it...more...
Ah...Like I thought...That tongue--so warm...so deep...more...choke me like that--
"Hah..."
Both lips aparted to let Mizuki get some breath. Long streak of saliva dripping from the human's mouth provoked some kind of primitive instinct inside the yokai's heart. "Mizuki-dono...Would you mind if I..."
"Wait until we arrived home, idiot. We're still in the forest."
Mizuki's blue eyes are beautiful, and Medama like them as much as he like him.
Medama's red long tongue is intimidating, but Mizuki like it as much as he like the yokai.
And that was how blue and red were mixed together.