Archive of Our Own

Yoshiki yawns, all wide and obnoxious, with tears springing to his eyes. They cling to his eyelashes, and he attempts to bat the wetness away by rubbing it with the back of his knuckles. The white glare of the computer is the sole bit of lighting Yoshiki requires to read from the pages of this ancient textbook. But needles are prickling behind his eyes, and the skin beneath is swollen and tender the way it always is. Researching at…Yoshiki checks the time—at three-forty-seven in the morning, probably didn’t help his case either.

However, it appeared Yoshiki didn’t need to any longer, for he’s accustomed to the drop in temperature, the strange buzz incessant in his ears, and the slight vibration in the atmosphere that is ordinarily easily missed if not paid attention to. It’s all second nature to Yoshiki after nearly a decade of exposure to this certain lifestyle. Sometimes, he hardly flinches when it comes to the paranormal since the gruesome visuals and bone-chilling thrills were tied to the job. More importantly, Yoshiki felt safe knowing he was not alone. He’d never be alone again.

As if to prove it, a warm yet cold and smooth thing coils around his ankle. Yoshiki blinks, completely unimpressed as he flips another page. “I know yer there.” He calls out, then nibbles on his lower lip to stop his smile when he hears a sharp groan of disappointment. It makes his stomach flip, this tug in his gut demanding to abandon everything and just run into his arms.

“Shitake mushrooms!!!!!”

In the darkness, the reflection of red eyes is prominently reflected on the laptop screen, and then the sensation around his ankle tightens. It slithers up his legs, twisting around the limbs, his thighs, and then sweeping over his navel. Yoshiki’s breath hitches, and he releases a soft laugh. The sound appears to encourage Hikaru, and Yoshiki can feel it wrap around his torso under his shirt until it ties once around his neck and finally rests against his cheek. It’s not nearly the same thing as Hikaru cupping his jaw tenderly in his palm—but it’s the next best thing. And Yoshiki falls into the abnormally comforting touch, eyes falling shut with a gentle smile.

“Dammit!! I wanted to be yer sleep paralysis demon!!!” Hikaru pads—more like stomps—into the office with curled shoulders to match his adorable pout.

Maybe it was because Yoshiki was so tired he could barely keep his eyes open or comprehend a single thing, but—“That doesn’t make any sense.” Or perhaps it was simply the knowledge of physically seeing Hikaru home and safe after a case, which results in his decreased brain function.

It took him quite a few years to come to terms with allowing Hikaru freedom in their cases. Tanaka and Asako may be strong, but nothing could silence the voices in the back of his mind, warning him that mixing with the paranormal meant bad business. They hardly knew what they were getting themselves into despite having Tanaka’s experience to guide them. Then, there was that inkling of doubt when it came to The Company. Who could blame Yoshiki for mistrusting the one organization that made several threats and life-threatening attempts to get rid of Hikaru? So, Yoshiki sat down and studied. He studied day and night, acquiring resources from every nook and cranny to be on the safe side. It didn’t feel like it would be enough at first, but they were all trying their best to be useful in any way. And most of all, it made the hours waiting like this pass by more easily.

“Hehe.” Hikaru’s light chuckle directs his focus once more, and Yoshiki swivels in his chair to finally gain a better look at his husband’s state. A thin glow outlined his form, his cheeks were full, and a sheen reflected off his skin, illuminated. Hikaru always came back more vibrant and beautiful after a case. “Just wanna see my Yoshiki laugh. That ain’t a crime.” At times, Hikaru moves faster than a wild predator, and before Yoshiki knows it, he’s met with an extremely wet mouth and thin lips peppering his cheek with wet kisses.

He’s unable to protest, exasperation seeping into his bones as he simply allows Hikaru to grab his face, squish his cheeks, and smother him in affection until his skin is pinkened and ripe. An involuntary chuckle escapes him as he grips Hikaru’s arms. “Ya know, ya smell like yokai, right?” The words are muffled through Hikaru’s obnoxious mwah-mwah sounds.

Instead of responding, Hikaru swept in to connect their lips, enveloping the scent of yokai and the underlying Hikaru, which Yoshiki chases with a stuttering breath. Neediness clings inside his soul, and his heart skips a traitorous beat. As if aware of it, Yoshiki parts his eyes open to see Hikaru had them open as well, all knowing as he peered—and shit, Yoshiki’s face was molten hot. Hikaru is smiling with his chipped and crooked teeth, and it’s frustrating. Yoshiki wants more.

A small groan from the entrance is so familiar it feels like deja vu. “Don’t you two ever have an off button? It’s literally four in the morning.”

The pair don’t pay Asako any mind, barely affected by the roll of her weary eyes and the drooped posture as she drags her feet across the office with a chuckling Tanaka in line. They were all a little tired, especially since this case had taken several days. That meant: grouchy time. Well, at least until they got a few good hours of rest.

“Guess it’s a good thing I’m blind, eh?”

“Debatable,” Yoshiki and Asako said in unison, and his response came in the form of a wolfish grin as he set the hamster cage down onto his desk.

The clanking sound seems to have alerted Yuuki and Yuuta, who are respectively sleeping on two different couches. Whereas Yuuki had been sleeping demurely, Yuuta had one leg over the top of the couch, and his head hung over the handrest. He swipes drool dripping down his chin with the front of his shirt, all groggy and out of it, while Yuuki perks up at the sight of her girlfriend heading over her way.

“Hi, baby.” The coo in Asako’s voice is a stark comparison to her previous tone and demeanor. She smiles tiredly at Yuuki’s blush, leaning down for a sweet kiss.

“Hypocrites everywhere!” Hikaru commented with pursed lips, jabbing a finger in their direction.

Yuuki giggles shortly into the kiss, pulling Asako down on top of her so that they can both lie down on the couch. “Tired?” She gently brushed away the tangles in Asako’s short hair, smoothing out the mess.

Asako nodded, already half-asleep with her head curled into Yuuki’s neck. “I’m so tired, I’m gonna sleep right here.” The life in her voice tapers out, all muffled with her mouth melded on the pale skin above Yuuji’s chest as she nuzzles into the soft flesh.

“Aaaand she’s out,” Yuuta confirmed after a beat, stretching out of the couch like a cat. His eyes crinkled, the evidence of life gradually increasing in his features. Which, at four in the morning, meant Yoshiki needed to get out of dodge fast. He already had one puppy he could barely handle on his own.

“Damn, what the hell did they do to you out there?” Yuuta walked over to where Tanaka was turning on the monitor at his desk. What little light is provided by the monitor highlights the shreds in Tanaka’s clothes and the coffee-like stains that Yoshiki did not want to inspect further.

Tanaka sinks into his chair and tips his head back over the headrest, “Wouldn’t you like to know?” He pushes his sunglasses up so that his bleached hair is swiped back. Now bare, it revealed the dark circles under his eyes, much like his own.

A shark-like grin splits Yuuta’s face with an obnoxious wink. “I would, baby—ya know it!” Yuuta shot Tanaka finger guns, earning him a snort. Thank goodness Yoshiki looks away quickly enough not to catch Tanaka’s mildly flustered expression.

He darts his eyes towards Hikaru’s, meeting his equally quizzical gaze and the small lilt of his head, which reminds him of a confused dog. Baby? Yoshiki mouthed with pure judgment, his expression pulled in a grimace. Hikaru squeaks out a barely restrained chuckle that Yoshiki has to smother with a palm. His cheeks hurt from fighting off his smile until a slimy and wet probing sensation lathered across the skin. Yoshiki jerks his hand away lightning fast as Hikaru erupts into cackles.

“Gah!” Yoshiki quickly wipes his hand on Hikaru’s chest. “Why would you—!” Warmth sinks into his cheeks as his maniacal husband laughs with his whole body, broad shoulders pumping up to accentuate his chest when he throws his head back. Unfortunately, Yoshiki realizes much too late how Hikaru would be enjoying getting his chest fondled like this.

“Why would I?” Hikaru stops laughing, and uh-oh. Yoshiki knew this look very well. To his horror, there is exactly one more thing he’s forgotten to take into account: His hand directly over the slit in Hikaru’s chest. If it’s possible, Yoshiki flushes even more from the onslaught of every excruciating memory, with Hikaru leaning in and making it impossible to hide. “Ya didn’t seem to mind much earlier.”

‘Earlier’ being every single time Hikaru has sucked Yoshiki’s fingers in his mouth and forced him to finger himself open for Hikaru.

Right. Yoshiki swallows the saliva in his mouth.

Hikaru scrutinized him for a moment, crimson eyes gleaming with realization. It was unbearably warm, and Yoshiki felt molten as he tucked his head into Hikaru’s neck to escape from being peered into his soul. A light sound punches out of Hikaru. A sound which is endeared and pained all the same, as if Hikaru didn’t know what to do with the love stored within his body. Yoshiki empathized with this feeling and understood it very well. And at this very moment, when Hikaru presses a kiss to the top of his forehead, he experiences it once again, heart ballooning beneath his lungs.

Yoshiki clung to him tighter by wrapping his arms around his neck and scooting forward enough in a manner Hikaru reads easily. He feels hands find his waist and the sensitive space just above his ass before he’s up in the air. “Let’s take a shower.”

For extra measure, Yoshiki intertwines his legs around Hikaru even though he didn’t lack faith in his strength, nor in the fact that the tendrils would cushion their fall in the worst scenario. Yoshiki simply missed him.

“Don’t have sex in there.” Yuuki momentarily awakens to warn them, all bark and no bite. She was too sweet for any real threats. What follows is a committal groan from Asako.

“We’re not havin’ sex.” Yoshiki mumbles, words sounding more like ‘werhaviskrgz’.

“We aren’t? Aw man!” Hikaru kicks his foot on the first step of the staircase that leads up to their apartment.

“Be gay! Have sex!” Tanaka chants.

“Noooo.” The girls complain.

“And be safe, kids!” Tanaka sticks them a thumbs-up.

“Damn. Callin’ a thousand old eldritch horror bein’ and a twenty-six year old man ‘kids’ is crazy work, my guy.” Yuuta shook his head and then proceeded to turn pale by the second when something seemed to dawn upon him. “Hold on……that means you think of me as a kid too?”

The halted click-clack of the keyboard silences the room.

God, Yoshiki wished Hikaru would climb up the stairs faster. He needed to be rescued from the second embarrassment of this scenario immediately.

As if sensing his distress, Hikaru chuckles and flattens a palm over Yoshiki’s ear, piercings jingling. Then, he tangles his fingers into his hair. “Sleep.”

“But shower.” Perhaps it was the nails tenderly grazing in his hair or the slight coolness of Hikaru’s palm—or even the gentle command, but all the fight dissipates from his body. “I missed you.” Yoshiki doesn’t want to be whiny, but he feels like whining.

“I know, my love.” A warm sigh that wafts over Yoshiki’s face as he tucks him closer and brushes a thumb at the high point of his cheek as if placing a kiss on his moles. “I missed you more.”

-`♡´-

Yoshiki can’t remember when he’d fallen asleep, but he wakes up in their bed the next morning. Given the fact that his limbs refuse to move, it tells him it was much too early, even though his internal clock claimed otherwise. Yoshiki could never stay asleep past nine in the morning, no matter how late he went to bed. It had been that way since school, and then university somehow made it worse—especially when they’d started this yokai hunting business back then to earn money on the side. Tokyo may be expensive, but it was Tokyo. And more significantly, he was in Tokyo with everyone important in his life. With Hikaru, just like they always dreamed of.

The dip in the bed behind him told him that Hikaru was right there, and it eased his heart all over again, pouring him in relief after so many days apart. He musters up the strength to turn on his other side to face Hikaru, only to be met with striking red eyes which glow in the darkness—a courtesy of the blackout curtains.

Now, normally Yoshiki would be grateful for the dark, but he clicked his tongue in mild fright at the vision before him. “Dude!” He whisper-shouts, his heart skipping a beat as Hikaru grins a blinding smile.

“HAHAHAHAH!”

Yoshiki loved him dearly, and goddamn did he miss him. But right now, the fine line between love and hate makes Yoshiki want to punch him.

So, Yoshiki pushes Hikaru’s shoulder, and as half-assed as it was, Hikaru rides the movement and allows himself to be jostled. “YOUR FACE!” He stabs a finger at him, maniacal and wild in the silly moments Hikaru finds amusing. Yoshiki wants to tell him that he needs to be quieter this early in the morning, but before he even gets the chance, there’s a muffled sound of complaint from the room next door. Asako.

Hikaru snickers and Yoshiki grumbles under his breath, blushing. “It wasn’t funny the first time—and every time after that, ya know that?” His retort is met with Hikaru encircling Yoshiki’s wrist, where the bruised marks from ten years ago remain burned into his skin.

The grip is light yet firm, relaying the underlying tones of possessiveness in Hikaru. He knew it always made Yoshiki feel a little funny whenever he touched him there, fully aware of the fact that he intended to do so. Yoshiki liked it when Hikaru took what he wanted from him. Sometimes affectionately, like the way Hikaru bites his wrist just then. It doesn’t hurt, but Hikaru locks his wrist in between his canines. If Yoshiki weren’t used to the habit of his husband constantly biting him and staring at him in his sleep, he would’ve pushed him further. He would’ve complained and thrown a tantrum, but Hikaru’s love had always been different than what was considered normal. And perhaps, just maybe—Yoshiki enjoyed the little pinpricks of his teeth and how they tickled his sensitive flesh.

A fact well known by Hikaru, who merely used his other arm to pull Yoshiki closer by the waist. Hikaru releases his wrist. “Yoshiki is so pretty.” He kissed his wrist, and his pulse stuttered.

“I’ve heard that one before.” It comes out breathless.

“And yet ya never believe me.” He pouts, nuzzling his cheek into Yoshiki’s palm. When he was younger, with more baby fat, the flesh would squish and fold adorably. Still, Yoshiki can’t deny Hikaru’s handsome features, and this childish side of him unearthed strange bouts of endearing fierceness within him.

Yoshiki pinches his cheeks, slightly flustered, and his stomach coiling. A volcano of emotions explodes in his gut, initiating the urge to wrap his body around Hikaru and roll on top of him.

A yelp escapes Hikaru, who’s still reeling from the sudden movement. Red eyes turn cross-eyed. “Whoa.” He breathes, hands enveloping Yoshiki’s bare waist entirely, and his gut swoops from the press of his fingers digging into the soft flesh.

The straps of his tank top have loosened, with one off his shoulder, while the material has slid up to below his chest. With his shorts riding up, it almost feels as if he’s wearing panties—and the cloth pulls tight to add pressure to his aching clit. He can already feel slick push past his folds, and he knows Hikaru could feel the wetness gather on the fabric where their crotch is melded together. Yoshiki sighs softly when the thickness of Hikaru’s cock presses so deliciously between his legs.

“So pretty.” Hikaru reiterates, noting the flush settling in Yoshiki’s cheeks.

Yoshiki kisses him, and when he pulls back, he finds him chasing his lips eagerly. It makes him smile. “You aren’t so bad yourself.” He taps against Hikaru’s spit-slick mouth.

Hikaru beams, easily pleased as pink dots appear. “Gah!” He hooks his knee around Yoshiki with a menacing look and switches their position so that he’s on top. His war cry has Yoshiki laughing, and he can’t help but be swarmed with a love so strong he could burst. “Gotcha.” He leaned in, smirking as he poked Yoshiki’s belly button and earned him a strangled laugh. “Right where I wantcha!”

A squeak of laughter escapes him as Hikaru’s fingers trail ominously over his lower stomach. He can’t help but squirm. “Okayokay! Ya got me!” Yoshiki surrendered, chest pumping up and down. The cool touch of Hikaru’s fingers equally warmed him and sent a wave of goosebumps all over his body.

As lethargic as he had felt upon waking up, the remnants of sleep had faded away the moment Hikaru’s hyperactive energy seeped into his bones. He noticed it often—the perpetual tug and pull between Hikaru and Yoshiki’s souls. Perhaps it was a result of them ‘mixing’ for a decade now. Or perhaps it was simply love and their intimate nature that energized Yoshiki, producing this telepathic bond where the pair could consistently read each other.

To be loved is to be seen down to the core. Hikaru’s stare often felt as if he were peering at something beyond just Yoshiki’s physical body. Its presence arrives slowly in Hikaru’s red gaze until they gleam and swirl with a swoop of light.

He watched the bare-chested man on top of him, quickly realizing that Yoshiki’s legs were bent and propped on each side of Hikaru’s hip. A fact presented in Hikaru’s smug expression, hungry eyes drifting towards the littered black and pink dots on Yoshiki’s cheeks, the parted mouth drawing in deep breaths, and the bruises left from the tendrils just slightly visible around his neck. Then, he latches onto the perked nipples, tenting the fabric of his tank top and hardly hiding any of the results of Hikaru mixing with him. The black patches were scattered all over him, and at times were more prominent based on the strength of Hikaru’s powers. Yoshiki had gotten used to hiding them in public after several concerned individuals attempted to be the hero while he was out with Hikaru. A simple meditation trick he’d learned years ago from an online source trained his body to adjust when and where the marks appeared.

Since Yoshiki chose to make them visible now, Hikaru sees it for exactly what it is: an invitation.

Hikaru exhales an excited sound, an almost carnal look washing over his features as he stares into Yoshiki’s center—his core, and his soul. And if Yoshiki didn't know any better, he could almost see the flash of Hikaru’s tail wagging in the air behind him. “Heh.” A slight flush was notably high on his cheeks as he beamed down at him. “Gonna pass out from how sexy my Yoshiki is.”

And as if voicing it out loud awakened his sinister intentions, his chest split open just enough for the slimy tendrils to burst from the seams. One second, they’re seeping out, and the next, they’re all over Yoshiki, forcing his arms to stay pressed on the sheets above him and wrapping around his thighs to spread him apart. It made him burn to know that the wet spot between his legs would now be visible, but it only made him slick up more while his pussy throbbed to be filled.

“And yet yer still not inside me.” He wanted to be more petulant, but then, he felt the cool and slick tendrils flick simultaneously against his nipple and his clit. The shock of the stimulation is by no means harsh, and yet Yoshiki trembles. “Tease.” He confronted, only a little frustrated.

Hikaru licks his lips, a hand scuffing the back of his head. “Yer so fun to tease.” He leaned in to kiss Yoshiki’s cheek as if to appease him. “Ya get so pink.” Then, he plants a sweet kiss on his other cheek where the skin dimples into a smile. “So precious. Makes me want to eat you.”

He exhales softly. “Then, eat me.” And he’s instantly met with Hikaru playfully nipping at the plumpness of Yoshiki’s cheek with a ‘nom’ sound. Bouts of laughter punch out of him at his ridiculous notions. “Hikaru!”

“Ya said I could eat you!” Putting up an innocent expression only spiked Yoshiki’s desire to pepper his stupid face with kisses.

“Uh-huh. Yer lucky yer cute.” Hikaru’s imaginary tail swings harder, and Yoshiki feels his wrists being freed.

Yoshiki wastes no time in grabbing Hikaru’s neck to pull him in for a proper kiss. Like the nasty dog he was, Hikaru probed his mouth open with a salivating tongue. As expected, the kiss turns desperate and needy with Hikaru sliding both palms down Yoshiki’s back, inviting him to arch into the touch. A whine is smothered by Hikaru’s mouth, and he tastes it on his tongue, savoring each sound Yoshiki makes.

The coil in his gut tightens when Hikaru cups his ass with both hands and squeezes. Yoshiki’s mouth falls open, his whole body buzzing now that their bodies roll together, magnetic with the tides of desire. He felt as if he were about to snap already from the sensation of his nipples rubbing against Hikaru’s chest, and with the seam expanding to suck Yoshiki inside, his heart only thundered with his body succumbing to how good it all felt to be consumed. The delicious friction between his legs made his head spin round and round, and all Yoshiki can see, feel, and touch is solely—

“Hikaru.” He panted into his ear. Desperation clung like a teardrop in his soul, and he locked his ankles on Hikaru’s back for a better angle and every delicious thrust between his legs.

In turn, teeth nip at his earlobe, causing him to squirm, helpless and sensitive. “Yeah, baby. That’s it.” Hikaru groaned, and the jagged wild sound envelops Yoshiki, rattling his bones. “So good, my love. Love the way you feel.” Kitten licks and tiny bites pepper Yoshiki’s neck as Hikaru tugs his ass up for a perfect grind. Using him.

“God—.” Yoshiki hiccups, the glide of Hikaru’s thick cock rubbing between his slippery folds as if he could penetrate him even with the shorts and boxers in the way. He can’t even bring himself to worry about how the fabric would be velcroed to his pussy—Yoshiki just wants to relieve this itch and then have Hikaru’s cock slide home. “M-missed you.”

Hikaru spasmed, and for a split second, his ears burst from the silence until the atmosphere cracked like cobwebs of glass. A waterfall of that substance gushes out of Hikaru, an explosion of pink, blue, and purple as it slides into Yoshiki’s shorts with purpose. It’s not the first time, yet a sharp inhale of breath is all Yoshiki can fathom and instinctively control. They groan in tandem—from the oily wisp entering Yoshiki’s core, growing thicker, and Hikaru, who shuddered as he felt the slick walls clench around him. Cool and burning hot all at once, when he slowly ground his throbbing cock from Yoshiki’s twitching and eager hole, past sloppy folds until the red tip caught on the swollen hood right at the center.

It probably wouldn’t have done much if Hikaru had pulled away at first, but the added pressure to the bundle of nerves and the knowledge of being full of Hikaru’s true form led him right to the edge. Coupled with the absence of intimacy due to the case and how much he missed Hikaru, he shouldn’t be surprised at how fast his body finds solace. Before he even knows it, Yoshiki’s pussy flutters, and his every nerve shuts down before he crashes like a storm. Air balloons inside his lungs, a gasp unable to break free when there’s nowhere to escape. It’s unmistakable—the direct impact of Hikaru’s release coating Yoshiki, their cum blended the same way their souls swallowed each other.

Yoshiki moaned at the way Hikaru kept rutting against him, hot breaths wafting over his lips. “Yoshiki.” He begged on his tongue, in his slick mouth, as they kissed deeply. Hikaru wrapped around him, smoothing out his tense muscles until Yoshiki could float away from how light he felt.

He tried to pull him closer too, twisting his arms around Hikaru’s broad shoulders, and grazing his black painted nails into his nape. The action earns him a shudder, and it spurs Yoshiki on to run a hand through his head the way he knew he liked.

“Mmm.” Yoshiki sighed in between swollen kisses, the aftershocks of his orgasm inducing this infectious sensation deep within him. His hips tilt instinctively, core pulsating faster and faster, unsatisfied and satisfied all at once. His body craved more. Hikaru grinned, releasing these little playfully aggressive sounds with his fierce mouth. It makes Yoshiki huff, tongues twisting together, all saliva, and his heartbeat pounds between his legs. “Eager, are we?” He pretends not to notice how breathless he sounds. How whorish. Just like the squelch of the ruined fabrics between them.

Hikaru pulled away just enough to shoot him a blinding and energetic smile. “We have to make up for every day we were apart!”

He bumped their noses together. Hikaru was still petting Yoshiki’s hip, fingers grazing the plushness of his ass as he smoothed up the curve and down to his thighs, where hair prickles. It all made his brain loopy and stuffed full of cotton. Annoying. Yoshiki had already been horny enough in the first place, and the light petting—the care in his touch- and Hikaru only lit a fire in his gut.

“The phone sex didn’t help, did it?” As ridiculous as it was, his heart ached at Hikaru’s head shake and the pout playing on his lips.

During their big cases, it was as if a surge of energy rattled within Hikaru, kinetic and swarming with entropy, and nowhere to release it. Using even the slightest of his power somehow caused him to suffer the recoil of restraining the full extent. He seemed to be greedier, wanting more—wanting Yoshiki and the intimacy of his body. That particular feeling was mutual.

“Wanna make Yoshiki cum.” He claimed, lowering to kiss him as if he was siphoning life into his body. Yoshiki arched up against his chest, the staticky suction magnetic between them. “Wanna make Yoshiki cum again and again.” It’s emphasized with breath-stealing kisses, and his heartbeat thundered at his slick entrance.

“Five back-to-back orgasms will kill me.” Even as if he voiced his concern, his pussy fluttered, showing signs of treacherous behavior.

“I’ll take care of Yoshiki—ya know I will.” The promise is solidified with Hikaru nipping at Yoshiki’s swollen lower lip while a determined hand explores the softened flesh of his stomach.

A sigh flows past his lips and into Hikaru’s open mouth. He felt charged, his navel tingling beneath Hikaru’s palm as he mapped the light scattering of moles.

“It won’t take long. Ya always cum faster after the first one.”

Yoshiki’s stomach dropped momentarily, blood buzzing as it flowed up to his head, painting him pink. “Way to call me an easy lay.” He wanted to smack a hand onto Hikaru’s chest, but when persistent fingers slid down his soaked pussy, an involuntary grunt escaped him, and he wound up scratching one of his pecs instead. “Fuck.”

Hikaru is breathing so hard, an awestruck and wild red glint in his expression when he tapped his fingers and found that strings of cum stretched between the fabric of his shorts. “Yoshiki…” A shocked laugh.

“Shutup.” His whole body curled from the embarrassment. What the fuck.

“Yer soaking.”

“You came on me!”

Another delighted laugh. The squelch of his fingers patting his puffy folds burns at his ears. “I did! Now I’m gonna cum in ya.” He smirked, all too devilishly handsome.

“Do it already.” It would’ve sounded more threatening if Hikaru weren’t playing with his pussy and tears weren’t welling in his eyes because of it.

“Okay, okay!” He sing-songed funnily, joyous and playful as he kissed Yoshiki’s tears away. “Gimme a sec,” Hikaru murmured, shuffling downwards to kiss his lips, his neck, where it tickles. The tension coiled in his muscles unwinds, replacing the soreness with the melting, syrupy sensation from before. “There’s that smile. Good?” With the lack of sunlight in the room, it would’ve been impossible to compare Hikaru to the sun—but in Yoshiki’s eyes, Hikaru glowed brighter.

Flustered, Yoshiki nodded, then took a deep breath. He put his arms up to aid Hikaru in taking his top off, the slight chill in the room causing his chest and nipples to tighten. Hikaru doesn’t let him stay cold for long, already peppering the exposed and prickled skin with kisses. He kissed the moles on the valley between his chest and then the ones on the swell, leaving a trail of spit. Fingers brush his nipples, just on the edge of teasing, and Yoshiki gripped Hikaru’s hair out of reflex. A cheeky grin peeks up at him as Hikaru bumps his head up into Yoshiki’s palm and then resumes planting more kisses. He moved lower and lower, over his twitching stomach, below his belly button, and then his mound. And finally, Hikaru massages both hands on Yoshiki’s thighs and pushes back until his knees are up to his chest, keeping him nicely wide and open.

Hikaru turned his head just enough to unhinge his jaw and lightly bite Yoshiki’s ankle, red eyes pinpointed at his own. His breath stutters out a mix between a scoff and a laugh, fingers running through Hikaru’s hair. It earns him a small moan and a hot, heavy breath on his ankle. When he lets go, there’s a thin string of saliva connected to his lip to the slightly reddened pricks on pale skin. Yoshiki’s toes curl. He’s so unbearably turned on, he thinks he could cum the moment Hikaru fucked into him. No. Not even that. He’d barely push past his entrance, and he’ll be a goner.

“Too much?” Hikaru’s voice cuts through the haze, making him flinch.

“Y-yeah.” He nodded sluggishly. “Can you—”

“I can see it. It’s dancing all funny.” Hikaru peered deep into Yoshiki’s soul, eyes glazing over, and his weight heavily pushing his limbs down. “So bright and pretty!!!!” He admires.

Yoshiki should probably tell him his thighs are starting to strain from being folded like a pretzel—but it’s too good. Hikaru feels too good and strong between his legs, tearing him apart. God, he wanted him throbbing inside. Yoshiki wanted to clench around his thick girth and feel every splash of cum coating his walls.

“Whoa.” Hikaru inhaled a gasp, mesmerized by what he saw within Yoshiki. Then, as if the flame beckoned for his touch, Hikaru bent his neck low and towards Yoshiki’s core.

It’s far too sudden, yet as harshly as Hikaru had moved, the kiss to his pussy is not. “Hik—” His body reacts slowly, discovering a sweet mouth and a nose nudging against the sloppy mess. He sucked once, and alongside the action, Yoshiki’s hip followed his mouth, rising with a sharp gasp. “Yer killing me.” The words squeeze through the bite of his lips.

Hikaru kissed his cunt once more, and it felt like an apology and an offering all at once. A hiss cuts from his lips either way, prompting Hikaru to curl his fingers under the waistband of Yoshiki’s shorts. “So sensitive.”

Yoshiki is too unbothered to care about the comment when Hikaru was right. He was sensitive and could easily cum again and again with the slightest of Hikaru’s intuitive touches. A shudder ran through him—exhilarated and highly strung as Hikaru peels the pyjama shorts away.

“Off, off, off.” Hikaru chanted under his breath, dragging them off one leg and then the other, leaving Yoshiki unfairly nude in comparison. With one finger in the shorts, he spins the fabric in the air before clutching the flimsy thing in his hand. “Gonna put this in my mouth later.” A wet sound flows into the cacophony of Yoshiki’s heavy breaths, the tighter Hikaru clenches the fabric.

He has to blink up at Hikaru’s primitively famished expression, complete with sharp teeth and drool visible on the corners of his grin. “Wha—?”

There’s no time to pick that sentence apart when Hikaru discards his boxers too and sits back on his heels. He’s hard and dripping on the sheet between him, tendrils sneaking out from the cage within his chest. A needy groan emits from his panting form, eyes deadlocked on the way Yoshiki’s pussy flutters from the attention. All shy and spasming around emptiness. Hikaru wipes his mouth with the back of his fisted hand—the same one coated with Yoshiki’s cum—and swallows thickly.

“Fuuuck ‘shiki.”

Hikaru is so hot, just staring at him, helpless and overwhelmed as he decides how to eat him alive. And Yoshiki doesn’t care how he does it. Hikaru could eat him down to the bone if he wanted to—if only he were inside.

In an attempt to take the edge off, Yoshiki slid his thighs together. “Hikaru, please.” It chips away the stark pain of desire, and he whines. “I want—” Whatever he wishes to say dies upon his chewed-up lips the moment Yoshiki slides two fingers from his soaked entrance and up his slit. “Oh, god.” It’s unmistakable—the sticky and bubbly load of cum clinging to his entrance. Ice falls down his spine.

“You didn’t realize, did ya?” Amusement danced dangerously in his gaze as he covered the girth of his cock with a hand. Yoshiki swallowed, watching him shift one knee forward, then the other, claiming his rightful spot between Yoshiki’s thighs like always. “Yer a mess, baby.” Hikaru stroked himself twice, his other hand returning to Yoshiki’s leg, where he bends him into the previous position.

He leads his cock towards his hole, dragging the tip through the slick folds. “Hikaru!” Streaks of cum slather onto the engorged head, and Yoshiki moans.

“I know.” He promised, already sinking in with one smooth glide until his hips collided with the back of Yoshiki’s thighs. Hikaru grunts and pauses when he bottoms out.

“Mmm.” He knows it’s not the way it’s meant to go, and Yoshiki isn’t logically supposed to fall limp with a thick cock snug deep inside him. But his shoulders loosen and so does the strain in his thighs. A pleased exhale of a breath.

Hikaru grows thicker and thicker, twitching with purpose and igniting every sweet nerve. Still, he bends more than what is physically possible, considering Yoshiki’s lack of flexibility. It doesn’t hurt—yet, and Hikaru is smiling down at him, distracting him from everything else in the goddamn world besides him.

“Hi, baby.” Hikaru kisses the button of red flushed on the tip of Yoshiki’s nose. Slow and deep at first, Hikaru moved, and Yoshiki followed.

Perhaps it was how cute he behaved when he fucked him, but Yoshiki drank in the slight pink high on his cheeks, the half-lidded and fiery eyes, and the parted mouth. He couldn’t help but let out a short laugh of delight, the involuntary reaction causing him to clench around his cock on the next thrust. A flicker and another grunt as he twitched inside him once again.

“Hi, my love.” Yoshiki cupped his cheeks with both hands, and like second nature, Hikaru fell into his palm. It’s rather sweet and full of love, reminiscent of the shorter thrusts and the aching pressure blooming from the slick momentum. “You want me to put a hand inside ya, huh?” Their lips brush, then properly slide into a sloppy kiss.

Hikaru bobbed his head up and down. “Ya know me so well.”

Another laugh bubbles in his chest from the naivety of his response, and he squishes Hikaru’s cheeks to make his mouth pucker up like a fish. He applies a kiss to his lips, overwhelmed by the fullness of every grind. “Are ya—are you really so surprised when we’ve been together for ten years?”

The blush that follows is too precious for words, and Hikaru perks up like an excited puppy. As if replenished by the realization, he shifted his knees forward and grabbed Yoshiki’s hips for a better angle. “Yoshiki’s right.” He laughed, unbidden in the way his cock drags through his velvety walls and causes Yoshiki to arch, toes curling and his neck falling back. “So pretty and always right.”

An unidentifiable emotion clogs his throat. “And you’re the sweetest.” Hikaru fucks him harder, smiling from ear to ear. “C’mere.” Yoshiki beckons him with a single finger, and he leans in, an invisible string tied to the scar around his neck.

The proximity allows Yoshiki to run a palm down the sternum, earning him a full-body shudder. Their hips collide brutally. “Ah.” Hikaru whimpered, cock pulsating heavenly in his wet heat. “Yoshiki.”

He petted the seam as if it were a wild beast, soothing the thundering heart beneath. The split widens and expands just enough for Yoshiki’s hand to slip through. Then, it clenches around his wrist, a heartbeat in the shape of Yoshiki's pussy clinging needily on Hikaru’s cock. The inside is the same. Flesh-like and fresh, cold marinated chicken. Buzzing and static and consuming Yoshiki. It felt like pure electricity—like touching the inside of a lightbulb or jabbing a finger inside a socket. Hikaru comes alive with a full body tremble, a pathetic whimper curling from his salivating lips as his eyes roll back.

Yoshiki inhales sharply, pushing into his chest until his entire arm is latched inside, and Hikaru’s thrusts turn into hiccups of overstimulation. He remembers when he’d put his face inside him once or twice. And he remembers the numerous times Yoshiki has had the entirety of his lower half sucked inside the seam, cumming and cumming infinitely. Yoshiki remembers how it felt as if tiny vibrators had entered his bloodstream, shaking him from the inside like a snowglobe. Nothing could compare to that experience, and only Hikaru could ever show it to him—make him feel so loved and fucked beyond the limits he’d set for himself.

He trails over the sweat coating Hikaru’s forehead, and the scrunch in his expression—the pain and pleasure contorted within the handsome features. Hikaru was so hot. So sexy when Yoshiki puppeteered him like this, fully in control of the reason why he’s feeling so good. Power surged in his gut, the pressure increasing exponentially as he savored in each shared gasp and moan of want between them, electrified in the spark of every slick kiss of their mouths and wet friction of their groins.

“—‘Shiki.” It’s at this moment, their eyes snap together. Red orbs burn with the force of a thousand suns. “Feels s’good, Yoshiki. Yoshiki always knows how to make me feel so, so good.” His breath is just as hot, panting heavily, and a string of drool threatens to slip down the corner of his lips like a feral, predatory animal. Hikaru doesn’t look like himself. He was ruined.

“Oh, god.” This time, Yoshiki shivers from the open praise he so often receives. He’s unable to tear his gaze away from the splayed open desire in Hikaru’s stare and the perfect roll of his hip that ignites currents up his spine. There’s no rhythm whatsoever, and Hikaru is too far gone. And yet, it’s the short beats, the flare of his swollen lips accommodating his cock, and the uneven pauses against that sweet spot which have him hurdling towards the freefall.

The slap of skin distantly drums at his ears, almost like a reverb, just like the headboard knocking against the wall in rapid taps, and the bone necklace made of Hikaru’s essence drumming on his collar. In an instant, there’s a harsh tug in his lower stomach, and his eyes squeeze shut as he arches up. Intense spikes of pleasure ebb and flow. “Hik—ah!” He bites out a scream, instinctively clutching a fist into Hikaru’s hair, his other arm swallowed up.

“Oh—” Hikaru yelps, his hips stuttering, pulsing heavily inside him while he buries his face into Yoshiki’s chest. “Come on, come on. Cum for me—”

His inner walls throb, and his body collapses, squeezing around Hikaru in all the ways he can. His aching cunt, his arms, his thighs as he cums. Hikaru’s muffled wail echoed on the skin of Yoshiki’s swollen chest, and then he pinned his hip down, forever following his lover over the edge. Sweet cum erupts inside Yoshiki, his inner walls still pounding in synchronicity with Hikaru’s palpitating cock and making him feel like he’d be riding this wave forever.

It was their favorite way to cum—together and in hopes of prolonging the delicious sensations for as long as possible. With this in mind, Hikaru curled his body, greedy and determined, as his hips began pumping once again. “More.” His voice is shot, fried, and Yoshiki doesn’t have to try too hard to tighten himself up and milk everything he has to offer.

He always felt so full and warm.

Hikaru nipped the tender flesh below the bone necklace on his chest and then kissed it once Yoshiki began petting and soothing his fingers through the hair on top of his head. “Missed having you in me,” Yoshiki admitted through a raspy and gentle sigh of an afterglow.

Between his legs, Hikaru swiveled his hip and stirred with a keening wet sound. He pumped him to the brim, and Yoshiki choked out a breath as Hikaru struck a match—a tiny and fleeting moment, yet just enough for Yoshiki to bow against his toned body. Whether it’s to escape from the sting of pleasure or to submit to the hungry being within him, he’s unsure even when he scrapes his nails where Hikaru’s biceps bulge obscenely. Just under the scar.

“Too much.” Yoshiki’s mouth pinched. Nails dug in deeper.

“But Yoshiki’s pussy wants me.” Hikaru hovered above him with wickedness. His smug eyes drift between his arms, where Yoshiki is shredding his skin, and back up to the honey-like desire dripping in black orbs.

He swallowed the lump in his throat, twisting his arm inside Hikaru, whose teeth nipped on Yoshiki’s nipples until they’re perked and tight. “Doesn’t it always?” Sharp canines and then a tongue flattens against the pebbled bud.

“That’s what a man likes to hear.” He shines him a toothy grin, highlighting the one that’s chipped and cute. Yoshiki often kissed it when they made out, tongue outlining the shape as if to memorize the ridges. Hikaru then always bit Yoshiki’s plump, swollen lip with the jagged fang.

“Is that so?” Yoshiki teased, amusement coating his tone. This feeling is something he’d never grow tired of.

Hikaru nodded so hard he feared his head would roll off. It’s happened quite often already. But the silly thought drifts to the back once reality seeps in. The reality of Hikaru gently tilting Yoshiki’s hips up and easing out of him.

Before Yoshiki could whine in complaint, Hikaru rubbed his thumbs and kneaded the soft rolls on his lower abdomen. “Gimme a sec, my love.”

All Yoshiki can do is twitch and squirm as the cold emptiness expands. No matter how many years it’s been, Yoshiki could never get used to Hikaru pulling away from him. He couldn’t feel it, but he knew the hand buried in Hikaru was fisted by the scrunch of his nose. He knows the crescent cuts on his biceps from Yoshiki clinging to him, and the separation of their bodies is mutually painful.

But he kept his hips up—keeping his cum inside at the very least. He didn’t have to strain himself for too long once Hikaru’s tendrils flicked out and propped Yoshiki up the way he needed.

Anticipation thrummed in his blood, his hole clenching tighter even as gravity forced cum to slip out slowly. Drip by drip.

“Yoshiki’s pussy wants me,” Hikaru repeated, his mouth leaving a wet trail towards the center of Yoshiki’s body. His stomach stutters when he peers down at the silver head between his slick thighs, fully aware of the way his clit palpitates from the attention it's about to receive from a parched mouth. “But I want Yoshiki’s pussy the most.” Hikaru met his hooded gaze as he navigated the folds with experience and intimate knowledge to make Yoshiki bloom under his touch.

“Yeah?” He wriggled, thighs twitching from the unbearably thick lust coiled in his veins. “Wanna eat me out then?” His words stumble and wobble despite the feigned calmness he so desperately seeks. It was difficult to focus when Hikaru nosed at the softness of his inner thigh, teetering right at the edge of his cunt.

“Wanna eat all of Yoshiki.” He pronounced that sentiment with a timid bite to the tender flesh. Hikaru even emits a playful and aggressive sound that rumbles into his skin. It tickles and causes Yoshiki to snap his thighs shut.

He half-moans and laughs slightly. “Deja vu.”

“Heh.” Hikaru smirks and then smacks a kiss to the bite mark he leaves on his skin. His eyes are shut as he breathes in deeply—breathes in the slick and the cum, and the very essence of Yoshiki’s body. “Thank you for the meal. Here I go.”

The announcement is as familiar as the hiccup of laughter inflating in his chest. Yoshiki shook his head in exasperation towards his silly antics, but the hysterics tapered as soon as Hikaru bumped his nose against his clit. His toes curled into the sheets when Hikaru moaned and spread the vibration of the needy sound across every nerve. A startled cry fell from his lips, and Yoshiki’s hands sprawled down towards silver strands, earning him another pathetic whimper. It reverberates among the slit and has him clenching to the sound of his thunderous heartbeat.

“Hik-ah!-ru, please.” The weakness of his plea only spurred him on, for he gets no warning when a dripping wet tongue prodded Yoshiki’s entrance.

“Fuuuck, baby.” His words are muffled and reverent when he places two fingers on his puffy folds and then spread him open. “Look at you.”

Yoshiki throbbed, his hole spasming as he sobbed out in frustration. “Too much.”

“Relax,” Hikaru whispered, hot breath drifting inside him and a hand palming his stomach. “Yoshiki can do it. I know you can.” He followed that with a kiss to his swollen clit, causing Yoshiki to jolt and shy away from the overstimulation.

His nerves were so fried, everything hurt. If it weren’t for his faith in him, Yoshiki would’ve pushed him away and quit ages ago, but Hikaru wasn’t the only one who needed this. Yoshiki craved the attention and the love he poured into him with each broad stroke of his tongue.

No one else could know him as intimately as Hikaru did. No one but Hikaru knew exactly how to take him to heaven, the deepest pits of hell, and back. Yoshiki was ruined by Hikaru. From the moment he stuck his hand inside him, or perhaps even before that, when he knew he wasn’t the same Hikaru he grew up with. Because this Hikaru was already looking at him before Yoshiki could build the courage to sneak glances at his very own forbidden fruit. This Hikaru had crawled into his heart and built a home within his soul through pure devotion.

Yoshiki felt it with each low croon emitting from Hikaru as he curled his tongue inside and lapped up all the cum he had pumped in mixed with his own. He greedily drank him up, storing it all within his mouth and tugging Yoshiki closer using his tendrils. Securing him in place even as Yoshiki thrashed and squirmed. It didn’t take long for a familiar rush of euphoria to sink in his gut, the more Hikaru’s brute force bruised his fingers against tender thighs. He pulled Yoshiki against his enthusiastic tongue while each stroke ignited sparks blooming behind his scrunched and teary eyes. With his head shifting up and down, Hikaru’s nose nudged against his twitching clit over and over until it was all too much.

A strangled and broken groan slips out, and Yoshiki clenches a tight fist into Hikaru’s hair. “Ah!” His thighs strain, and Hikaru hungrily reads each telltale sign. He twisted his tongue, coaxing his inner walls to palpitate and stutter messily as his nose pushed into Yoshiki’s clit. “Hik—” His desperate whimper is sliced by the rush cascading through his body.

Ruined from the sensory overload, Yoshiki jolted and bucked onto Hikaru’s face as he came. Whines and sharp breaths fill the air, and Yoshiki’s entire cunt tensed, swallowing Hikaru’s tongue. It makes Hikaru choke, and in turn, Yoshiki quivers, crashing hard through the never-ending orgasm.

“Mmm.” Hikaru’s mouth vibrates against the sticky and abused slit. His hands smother the fingerprints he has left behind and knead the tension out of his thighs and his lower stomach.

Yoshiki panted hard, heartbeat frantic and drumming in his ears. He only peeled his eyes open once his brain registered the fact that Hikaru was no longer torturing him with his tongue and, instead, was slithering up Yoshiki’s body. The smell of cum and spit made Yoshiki turn red, but he didn't get to sit in his embarrassment when Hikaru’s bright and mischievous eyes locked onto Yoshiki’s lips. It was the only warning he got until Hikaru kissed him, a flick of a tongue as he eased into his mouth, bringing the heady scent of their arousal even closer. But then, Yoshiki gasped when the bitter taste of cum coated his tongue.

Oh, god.

Needy, Yoshiki groaned as Hikaru fed him every single drop. An amused chuckle pressed against his mouth, and it made him burn. Strong arms wrapped around his waist, and Yoshiki just wanted. He wants so badly, so deeply. He curls his arms around his shoulders in an attempt to kiss him deeper, but it still isn’t enough.

It isn’t until Hikaru slides up, his leaking and neglected cock rubbing slowly on Yoshiki’s stomach. He grabs the thickness in his hand, and it instantly has Hikaru grunting. So, he tugs him harder, fisting up until his thumb stroked the throbbing head and the sticky slit.

“Yoshiki.” And even his whine is full of deep love.

Yoshiki opens his hips, and Hikaru is ready with his fingers sliding through his folds. He would scream if he could, but he just kisses Hikaru harder, fists his cock tighter, and bucks into his fingers. They rub his pussy in circles as if to prime him first, then two fingers pinch his clit, and Yoshiki cries. He wants to sob and tell him to stop, but his body says otherwise, his cunt easily opening up for three of Hikaru’s fingers.

He feels slippery inside as Hikaru works him, pumping his fingers at a brutal pace, the way his tongue probed inside his mouth. Saliva dripped out of the corner of his mouth, and Yoshiki didn’t care one bit—he couldn’t when the pulses grew like a crescendo. Hikaru could feel it by the way he throbbed and fucked him faster in frenetic strokes until the obscene squelch was deafening. The sharp tug towards another orgasm was hot and heavy with barely any warning, and Yoshiki’s mouth fell open in a silent cry as he gripped Hikaru’s cock. Yoshiki’s body bows and his pussy flutters as persistent fingers crook against the swollen, pulsing tissue, forcing him to leak and feel every bit of his orgasm.

As if spurred by Yoshiki’s pleasure, a helpless sound releases from Hikaru, and he grinds into the tight clench of Yoshiki’s fist. Soon, hot ropes of cum cover their stomach, and Hikaru’s chipped and fanged teeth bite into the mole on Yoshiki’s lower lip. He squeezed the head of his cock and felt the last few spurts pool at the tip. Hikaru released a breathy groan and tentatively pulled his fingers out, but not before he smeared Yoshiki’s release over his puffy pussy, making a mess of him all over again. If Yoshiki’s limbs weren’t jelly and he could actually feel his soul in his body once again, he’d react. But it helps—Hikaru massaging his pussy in tender and slow circles to relieve the embers of arousal aching within his core. He instinctively arches into his fingers and loops his arms around Hikaru’s neck, a hand protectively placed at his nape. Hikaru shudders as if the love in his body had no outlet.

He sighed into Yoshiki’s mouth with a grin, amusement dancing in his tone. “Did I make Yoshiki feel good?” Eager like a puppy, and with his tongue swallowing his own, Yoshiki had to fight back his exasperation.

He pulled away just enough for their tongues to untangle. “What do you think, hm?” Yoshiki’s gaze softened at his doe eyes and the small pout playing upon his lips. He snaked his fingers into the silver strands and stroked his nape. “Stop being an idiot, Hikaru.” The pout deepens, and Yoshiki shouldn’t harbor so much glee at teasing him.

“But.” Hikaru taps his pussy one last time just to see Yoshiki’s face flicker. “But you know I like it when you say I’ve been good!” He brings his slick-covered fingers up between them to lick each one clean. Hikaru pops them all in his mouth, quick and efficient as Yoshiki throbbed.

It was true. Nothing got Hikaru going more than praise. Especially from Yoshiki.

Hikaru grabbed his ass, and he yelped at the sudden manhandling. He situated a thigh between Yoshiki’s legs, applying the sweet pressure he craved as he kneaded the plushness of his ass. Perhaps it was silly when the onslaught of tears pricked behind his eyes, but how could Yoshiki not get emotional when Hikaru knew him so well and loved him so thoroughly?

Gah!

Yoshiki swiped his thumbs into the streaks of cum on his stomach and then cupped Hikaru’s cheeks. Pleased at the way Hikaru instantly unhinges his jaw, Yoshiki’s heart warms as he greedily accepts everything he has to offer. His eyes are burning red with pink cheeks, and a messy, sloppy mouth. Hikaru painted quite the picture of eroticism while he licked his own cum off Yoshiki’s thumb and then placed his hands on top of his as if he’d perish if they were to part.

Maybe their friends were right when they said they were too codependent. Except Yoshiki couldn’t come up with any reason why it should be seen negatively. Not when they’ve known each other since they were waddling around in diapers. Not when Yoshiki had seen him die already once and then watched him resurrect as the boy he grew to love and cherish. And cherish he did. Ten strong and unwavering years of it.

He traced the outline of Hikaru’s canines with his thumb and then wedged the limb in the cavern of his chipped tooth. Within his chest, his heart expands, and the words spill out like a broken faucet. “I love you.”

Yoshiki pressed the pads of his thumb on his tongue and watched the light seep into Hikaru’s features, red eyes flickering with life, and dimpled cheeks splitting his face open. He rumbles out a tiny squeak from the back of his throat, and the physical effect of Yoshiki’s admission is seen in how Hikaru’s body swells, feeding on his love. In return, his love filters out in gooey pink, purple, and blue blobs that drip from his eyes and stream through their intertwined fingers. Hikaru’s metaphorical tail wags ecstatically as he leaves a tiny peck on Yoshiki’s thumb.

“I love you more.” He props a foot up on the bed and then rolls them over until they’re covered by the blanket. Breathless, Yoshiki rubbed a thumb over his mouth.

“Ya’d think I’d never told you before with the way yer behaving.” He twists them once more so that they’ve become a burrito inside the blanket.

“I never get tired of hearing Yoshiki say he loves me.” His excitement gets the better of him, and he ends up jolting back and forth like a little child waiting impatiently in line for ice cream. “Say it again.”

“Hmm. Why can’t we make out instead?” Yoshiki bemoans, half serious and half just wanting to rile his husband up.

The desired result is immediate for Hikaru rolls them further into the blanket and steals his breath all over again as the world spins. “Yoshiki!!!!!” He whines into his ear.

This time, Yoshiki chuckles lightly, and it makes Hikaru soften as well, his previous frustration thrown out the window the moment he witnesses Yoshiki enjoy the simple things in life. He seems to have put his mission to the side and found a loophole, because Hikaru then kisses him. Yoshiki kisses him back with smiles and soft breaths of laughter.

“So ridiculous.”

Hikaru reacts to this by nibbling on Yoshiki’s cheek and making him sputter momentarily. But he doesn’t find Yoshiki’s peals of sharp laughter a threat, and proceeds to nip his other cheek, his nose before he kisses it too, and then down his jaw in little ticklish bites until Yoshiki arches his neck. Hikaru scrapes his teeth against his jugular on each side, silver hair brushing his lips and jaw.

“I love you. Love Yoshiki so much.” He peppers him with kisses that trail up to his ears, where he bites his pierced earlobe. “I really love you.” The ghost of his breath has his hair bristling.

“I know.” Emotion clogs his throat, making his words sound wobbly. Yoshiki shifts his head just enough to kiss his cheek. “I love you.”

Hikaru squeezes him tight and buries his face into Yoshiki’s shoulder. He tries to hold him just as tightly, too. “Thank you.”

And then, Hikaru rolls their bodies over so that they’re untangled from the blankets. Yoshiki doesn’t need to say anything else other than spread his legs and invite Hikaru in. He slides home in one smooth slide, their kisses sweet and gentle with small smiles.

“One more,” Yoshiki murmured. And Hikaru nods like the good boy he is.

They both know it’s a promise they can’t keep, but Yoshiki doesn’t mind breaking this one even a little bit.

-`♡´-

Warm and sweet, the scent of nostalgia is deeply rooted in the aroma of fresh bread, butter, sugar, alongside the essence of vanilla and cinnamon peppering the air.

While longer cases meant being days apart, the group had made an unspoken pact to treat themselves—and in this scenario, the treat consisted of pastries and baked bread. The best baked bread in all of Tokyo, according to Hikaru, which really wasn’t saying much considering he gobbled down everything in sight and claimed whatever he’d eaten had now taken the spot as his favorite food.

But bread? And this bakery in particular was not only Hikaru’s secret favorite, but the rest shared similar sentiments. Perhaps it reminded Yoshiki of when they were still sixteen, with their heads in the clouds and dreams of living a life in the big city, keeping their heart warm. He remembered the old Hikaru had talked of bakeries in Tokyo. He remembered his Hikaru promising him they’d try it one day. He remembered the first time the opportunity had been granted, sugar on his tongue and bread so soft it dissolved in his mouth. The bitterness of coffee tainting his gums on a chilly night, and the breathy laughter, the flushed cheeks, and pinpricks of tears in their eyes as they sat in that tiny corner of the bakery after a day full of university classes and a horrible, vengeful spirit. One of their very first big cases.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” Hikaru’s acclaimed Yoshiki Antenna goes off, and a silver head rustles in his lap. With his arms around Yoshiki’s waist and his face stuffed into his stomach, Hikaru’s words are subdued yet just as curious.

Yoshiki stroked his nape with a shallow smile and noted the way the skin rose with bumps under his nails. Hikaru’s face nudged deeper as if he could climb inside his body. “Our first Onryō.”

It was quite pleasant for a picnic, and the slight gusts of wind did wonders, accompanied by good food and good company. If only Yoshiki had accounted for the fact that it was a strict rule not to talk shop after a case.

Several of them held their breaths, and Hikaru slightly winced with a pitiful smile. From where he was lying on the picnic blanket, Tanaka scoffed, and the darkness in the atmosphere broke and cleared.

Accepting defeat, Yoshiki sighed as he shuffled through his pocket for a 100 yen coin, but Hikaru was quicker and he acquired one from his own wallet. “I gotcha, babe.” The coin flies towards Tanaka, who jerks up just in time to catch it.

“Uhhh, remind me again as to why I’m in charge of the Just The Tip jar?”

Yuuta snorted with his mouth full of bread.

“‘Cause yer the eldest.” Asako offered in the middle of braiding Yuuki’s hair.

“Yikes.” Tanaka paled.

Yuuki nodded firmly. “And a responsible adult.”

Tanaka slouched and clutched his chest as if she had shot him.

“…Technically.” Yuuki poised a finger to her chin, adding salt to the wound.

“This is worse than sayin’ I don’t have no dick and balls.”

Yuuta choked on his bread, and Yuuki made a face at the crumbs of bread now scattered over Tanaka’s shirt. “But yer literally blind.”

“Dubious.” Hikaru and Asako chimed, then reached over for a high-five at their perfect synchronicity.

“Hell, yeah!” Hikaru fist pumped the air, Asako’s giggles ringing in the air.

“Hey, it ain’t that bad!” Yuuta shifted closer to swipe away the crumbs in a manner far too eager to be viewed as innocent. Especially when his hand lingered in…places, while the rest just sat there and watched their mentor (of sorts) get groped in front of them. “Maturity is sexy.”

And just when Yoshiki believed it couldn’t get any worse.

A petulant and flustered purse of Tanaka’s lips is a wildly new expression, and one they had never seen on him. “What did ya just say?”

The group shared a mix of gobsmacked looks.

As if regaining some level of self-awareness, Yuuta retrieved his hand and promptly stuffed it in his front pocket with an air of subdued pride. “I said ya got dick and balls—who’s sayin’ ya don’t?”

A squeak emits from one of the girls, and Tanaka’s eyes are wide behind his shades as he slaps a palm to his beet-red face. “Stop.”

Unbothered as ever, Yuuta grinned from ear to ear. “Yer not blind either!”

Tanaka doesn’t cheer. Instead, he looks like he’ll pop a blood vessel. In a slightly horny manner, Yoshiki can’t lie—unfortunately. Which. Holy shit. It had just now occurred to him that Tanaka did, maybe, perhaps, on the off-chance, like Yuuta, one of his earliest friends, in that way, meaning the possibility that they might have already fucked, a very likely scenario. And—

“I wish I were blind,” He said in a horrified manner, and Hikaru gasped from his lap, completely scandalized.

He threw an accusative finger towards an unfazed Yuuta. “Look what you made my Yoshiki say!” With dramatic flair, Hikaru then cupped Yoshiki’s cheeks, and he met his dire and hurt stare. “Don’t ever say that again. Yer eyes are the most beautiful I’ve ever seen.”

And it was true because how else could Yoshiki see himself reflected in the red orbs?

“I thought that was his ass,” Asako said.

He is just as grave when he faces her. “Yoshiki’s ass is the cutest—that’s what I said, Asako!”

Yoshiki couldn’t help but sputter through his squished cheeks. “May I ask why my ass is being objectified during yer conversations?”

“You have a very cute butt,” Yuuki nodded and then popped a cinnamon bun into her mouth.

Yoshiki blinked, suddenly very conscious of his own behind. “Thanks?”

“Anyway!” Yuuta sat up all of a sudden and thrust his phone in the middle. “Look! We’re trending on Twitter!”

Clearly, everyone was willing for a subject change.

“Okay, Yuuta. We love you, but you say that all the time.” To confirm with her own eyes, Asako grabbed the phone and scrolled through the KNH hashtag.

KNH stood for Kibou no Hikari. Light of hope. It was something inspired by people tweeting about Hikaru glowing while using his powers. Considering he could heal those who were injured by supernatural occurrences as well, they began gaining attraction as a symbol of hope. However, with this business, they couldn’t escape the divided nature of fellow yokai-hunting communities and freaks who followed such activities out of interest. Doubt and defamation withered away as their business grew, but the apprehension of potentially being canceled remained. Hence why Asako worried on her lower lip as she scrolled.

“Hold on,” She paused, a frown deepening on her forehead as she incredulously said, “Are we trendin’ for bein’ compared to Scooby Doo?”

“What?” Yuuki immediately leaned in to take a look.

Yuuta nodded excitedly, his metaphorical tail swishing back and forth in the air behind him as if he were a dog about to get belly rubs. “Not just Scooby Doo! The losers club!”

“What’s that?” Hikaru tilted his head and nudged in closer to where Yuuki was handling the phone.

“We used to watch Scooby Doo when we were younger,” Yoshiki tells him. “And the other one, we watched a few years ago—the IT movies.”

The memories from Hikaru’s original body were still an untangled mess, but at times, bits and pieces drifted in at the shores, so Yoshiki liked to listen to Hikaru recount them while he lay in his arms.

Small comforts, he supposed.

“The homophobic clown,” Yuuta added theatrically.

“Nope. He’s in a relationship with The Babadook,” Yuuki kindly corrected.

“Whoa…” Yuuta’s mouth circled. “Evil and gay.”

“An inspiration to all.” Tanaka seems to have resurrected from the dead to counter with his little quip. Yuuta beamed at him, seemingly joyous at Tanaka joining in on the conversation and replying to him of all things.

“Look!” Asako softened and wrapped an arm around a blushing Yuuki. “They’re saying Yuuki and Yoshiki are like Velma.”

“That’s you too!” Hikaru grabbed Yoshiki’s arm and jerked it.

He chuckled at his childish eagerness. “She’s the one with the glasses. The smart one.”

“Mh-hm!” Asako confirmed and kissed Yuuki’s pink cheek. “And the cute one. Sounds about right.”

“My Yoshiki is very smart and cute too!” Hikaru declared with a small peck to his smiling lips.

“Settle down.” Yoshiki laughed, palming Hikaru’s hair, which earned him a precious blush. “What’d they say about the rest, then?”

Yuuki hummed at first. “The consensus is that Asako is Daphne, and that Tanaka and Yuuta are Shaggy, while Hikaru is Scooby Doo.”

“Ruff!” Hikaru’s imitation of Scooby Doo cracks the group up. With him partially sitting on all fours in front of Yoshiki, he finds it difficult not to bring his hand forward and scratch under his chin.

“Best boy.”

“That’s me!” He beamed, all white and chipped tooth on display, which spurred the fondness in Yoshiki’s heart.

“Kinky,” Yuuta smirked mischievously and then elbowed Hikaru in the ribs with gusto to make him yelp. “Shaggy and Scooby are best friends.”

“Ain’t the way Velma and Daphne are best friends!” Yuuki says, smiling into a kiss with a giggling Asako. They fall onto the picnic blanket with a light squeal, Yuuki in between Asako’s thighs, and way too much tongue than what Yoshiki is comfortable with.

Hikaru seems to get the idea because he begins sulking. “This ain’t fair! How come girls can kiss other girls, and when I wanna make out with Yoshiki, no one lets me!”

“Hey, I’ve never stopped ya,” Tanaka pointed out, which Hikaru mulled over until his pout faded.

“Lesbians get more rights, dude,” Yuuta said wisely.

“Precisely.” Yuuki gives her girlfriend one last kiss before pulling them both up. “Besides, according to Twitter, Asako’s also Beverly Marsh, and I’m Ben Hanscom. We’re soulmates.”

“So sweet.” She held her in her arms with pink dotted cheeks and an ear-to-ear grin.

Asako was quite sweet herself with the little clips in her hair, and the combat boots with petite dresses, but it was more than that. Like himself and Hikaru, Yoshiki couldn’t fathom a world where the girls weren’t helplessly in love with each other. They’ve been together for as long as he started dating Hikaru, which meant forever.

“Hey, we should call ourselves the Scooby Gang or something!” Yuuta suggested

“Nope,” Tanaka shook his head. “Taken already by Buffy the Vampire Slayer.”

“Dammit!”

“Wanna know what they say about me and Yoshiki.” Hikaru grabbed his bucket hat and secured it on his head before he crawled over to the phone. “Did they say we’re soulmates too?”

Asako swung an arm around Hikaru’s neck as he leaned over, the hat jabbing into everyone’s faces. “Not sure about you, Hikaru—” She pushed down the edges of the hat to avoid the intrusion as Hikaru grumbled. “But Yoshiki’s Mike Hanlon and Tanaka’s Richie Tozier—obviously—” She side-eyed.

“Trash the trashmouth, why don’t ya.” This gets a few snickers out of them, inciting Tanaka’s self-depracating grin. “Next thing ya’ll be tellin’ me I need therapy.”

“The losers club all need therapy!” Yuuta said in full support..

“So do we,” Yoshiki reminded.

“Dude, I was trying not to go there!” He deflates with a small, defeated pout that he knew was exaggerated.

“Ain’t anything we didn’t know already.” Tanaka shrugged, easy-going as ever, as he offered a loose smile. The sight of it happens to make Yuuta feel a little better.

“Guess I’ll be Eddie then.”

Yuuki choked in disbelief at Yuuta. “Yer nothin like Eddie.”

“Except, maybe the neurotic energy, I suppose,” Yoshiki teased, the hints of a laugh already bubbling in his lungs. “‘Cause you used to have the worst hygiene in middle school, and that’s not very Eddie.”

“Whoa—” It’s fascinating how swiftly the red sinks into Yuuta’s cheeks as the group bursts into laughter. “I didn’t—!” He ignored his friends in favor of whipping his head towards Tanaka and his wolfish grin. “I did not have bad hygiene! I didn’t!”

The shades hardly ever gave insight into Tanaka’s soul, but despite the traces of pity in his gaze, he was equally amused by seeing Tanaka under the spotlight with his pants down for once.

“Sure, kid.” As if his response wasn’t degrading enough, a lopsided smirk danced on his lips.

And Tanaka opens his mouth. Closes it. His cheeks balloon up.

“Wait, I think I remember that too!” Hikaru said, which only fueled the fire in their guts. “He used to eat food off the ground all the time!”

“Oh—ya know it’s bad when Hikaru remembers it.” Asako gasps through hysterics and clutches her aching stomach.

Yuuta shoves his hands into his armpits, all grouchy as he sulks. “Yeah, yeah. Laugh it up.”

Yoshiki wipes the tears from his eyes, thinking about how Yuuta didn’t need to worry too much. The only other person who matched his scrappy appearance and unhealthy habits was Tanaka himself.

“‘Sides,” Yuuta started, appearing less annoyed than a few seconds ago. “Hikaru eats anything—”

“Hikaru’s not human.” Yoshiki countered, and Hikaru merely blinked, unfazed and clueless. He refrained from the urge to sigh at the vague sensation of grabbing his tall, big husband and stuffing him inside his front pocket.

Something about Yoshiki’s lovestruck expression must’ve given him away for Hikaru’s face, then split into a smile.

Dear god. Hikaru really was Scooby Doo.

The thought solidifies as Hikaru collects Yoshiki into his arms and manhandles him onto his lap. “That’s right.” Whether it was fake or not, Hikaru mustered up a ravenous and threatening guise, fingers magnetized around Yoshiki’s waist. “I’m his eldritch husband.” He proclaimed into his skin, squeezing him once.

“Here we go,” Yuuta rolled his eyes, and the rest groaned at what was about to come.

His heartbeat picked up, and as often as Hikaru had performed such stunts, Yoshiki still gasped when teeth pricked clean into the curve of his neck. Yoshiki clenched his fists momentarily, his vision narrowing as his pupils dilated. With his ass snug against Hikaru’s crotch, fingers teetering the hem of Yoshiki’s shirt, and the chilled tendrils snaking around his neck and creeping amongst the seam of his parted mouth, it was difficult not to get worked up.

“Aaaand now he’s brought out the tentacles,” Yuuta grumbled, and a chorus of boo’s and laughter echoed in the air.

Smug and satisfied, Hikaru then lapped up the bite, a lulling sort of heat transpiring as he healed the vulnerable skin. It slightly tickled, and with a kaleidoscope wisp tracing his smile, Yoshiki sighed softly. As a result, Hikaru flattened his palm around his waist and wrapped him up with a big squeeze like he wanted to crush him. Yoshiki’s heart pumped heavily, full of love for Hikaru and his friends. In the background, chatter amongst them rose, and Yoshiki believed that all the accumulation of pain over the years was worth it for this.

Hikaru gently kissed his neck, lingering and sweet, and Yoshiki leaned into the touch, like a flower following the sun. He’s never been happier.

-`♡´-

“Would ya–would ya s-still love me if I were a worm?”

Rather than the thick molasses of Hikaru’s entity swarming down his throat, it’s the question that has Yoshiki faltering for just a moment. But it’s hard to focus on anything but the pleasure when, just like a parasite, the tendrils licked his teeth, sank into his gums, wrapped around his tongue, and then traveled to every empty crevice within. That’s why. That’s the only reason why the question dissipates.

Yoshiki’s eyes rolled back at being deprived of airflow, and as the tendrils swept at the sensitive nerves in his skull, and simultaneously slithered towards his lungs—inside. This feeling—this trembling, coiling pleasure bursts, and Yoshiki attempts to groan, his nose whistling with every shaky breath. He stutters, unable to process or fathom the way Hikaru’s tendrils wrapped around his heart. And Yoshiki is about to die from the overload of love and bliss tingling against his heart, his head, his pussy where Hikaru’s cock carved his rightful path inside.

Hikaru groaned, the seam of his chest contracting around Yoshiki’s elbow. “Yoshiki—‘shiki. Yoshiki.” He prayed infinitely.

All he could feel was the cold electricity in his veins as Hikaru took control of Yoshiki’s body, connected so deeply, so beautifully full that tears spilled from his eyes. Above him, Hikaru’s eyes were molten too, a mosaic of colors to match the flushed cheeks as he raked at Yoshiki’s hips with ferocious passion and slammed into him over and over again. The brute force strains at the back of his thighs, and with his legs around Hikaru’s neck, Yoshiki is cracking like a walnut under pressure.

Oh, god. Oh, fuck. Yoshiki screamed in his head, the whistling skyrocketing as it got harder and harder to breathe around each deep thrust. Faster and faster. His toes curled, and the pulses grew with the throb of his heartbeat. It was only a split second, but Hikaru tightened a fraction around his thundering heart, just as the tip of his cock bruised against his cervix. And Yoshiki arched, a silent yell choked through the mass.

“Gonna cum—oh, shit. Yoshiki, cum for me please, baby—I’m gonna cum!—”

Lightning struck down his spine, causing Yoshiki to spasm violently once, and the world buzzed out, his vision darkening for a single aching moment. The roaring crash of waves hammered tiny pricks against his skin as he came, and the fluttering of his sore pussy hurt in the most delicious ecstasy. A never-ending high as Hikaru’s thrust tapered to a standstill when he came. Cold and warm spurts of cum fill him to the brim, and Yoshiki cries, his body feeling foreign and too much with Hikaru invading every inch of him. He wants to be closer.

Hikaru whimpered as he shallowly rolled his hips to work them through their orgasm, tiny pulses crackling and sending flashes of bliss across their bodies. He seems to get the memo, however, withdrawing his tendrils at a steady pace so that he doesn’t hurt Yoshiki the way he used to in the beginning. A few experiments had helped over the years, and now, they easily seep back to where they had come from within Hikaru’s chest. Bit by bit, oxygen returned, and Yoshiki inhaled a deep breath as Hikaru leaned down and thumbed away the tears.

“Good?” Hikaru rasped, now easing Yoshiki’s legs down, yet still securing them around his waist with a gentle squeeze to his knees.

It felt so good, and with the addition of Hikaru’s healing, Yoshiki couldn’t be warmer and secure. Protected. Even though they were currently lying down in a bed of weeds in the middle of a forest.

“Incredible,” Yoshiki croaked, tangling his hands around Hikaru’s neck. It’s only then that he notices the dirt under his nails from clawing at the soil, and the green stains on his palms from the grass. He thanked the gods that it hadn’t rained earlier.

Hikaru grinned as he was being lured in for slow and loving kisses. “That makes me so happy.”

They kissed softly, mouths practiced while they drank each other in savory sips of sweet love. “Makes me happy too. To help you.” He breathed him in, their tongues rolling together.

“We should do more exorcisms together…” A playful smirk full of mischief. “Just you and me.”

Yoshiki scoffed and elevated his hip only to feel Hikaru expand inside him. “Ya wanna fuck me is all.”

“Nah.” He swiped a thumb across Yoshiki’s cheek where there were crumbs of earth. “It’s a perk. I just wanna be with ya everywhere.” He said with an innocent smile too pure for the horrors Yoshiki knew he could—and has committed.

Involuntarily, his pussy clenched. For reasons completely unknown.

Yoshiki’s heart shuddered. He would’ve teased him if Hikaru wasn’t beaming down at him as if Yoshiki held the sun and the moon in his palms.

“Sweetheart,” he taunted, brushing a finger down the slope of his nose.

Red eyes track the movement like a cat to a laser beam.

Even at this age, after so many years of growing together, the depths of Hikaru’s core remained an eager and small child, forever curious and naive. Yoshiki loved him dearly. He would cup him if he could and keep this part of him safe forever.

“Would ya still love me if I was a worm?” He recounted, suddenly remembering his question from earlier.

Hikaru’s face flickered, and two matching sets of pink grew on his cheeks. “The thought occurred to me when we were exorcisin’ the obake.”

An incredulous yet amused smile raised at his lips. “The worm?”

In the wake of Yoshiki’s jest, Hikaru gathered his pride, and their bodies rolled to the side from the sudden movement. “Sometimes these cases make me wonder—what if I were a worm? Or like Pennywise!”

Laughter sputtered out of him even as he attempted to sober himself at the genuineity in Hikaru’s features. “Oh, Hikaru. Please don’t tell me this is about the other day.” Yoshiki cupped his cheeks so that he wouldn’t hide from him, gently soothing him with his thumbs.

“Mmm…Not really.” His eyes strayed

But Yoshiki isn’t so convinced. He tugged him back to meet his gaze with firmness. “If they didn’t give you a character, it doesn’t mean you’re Pennywise—or a worm. You could never be either of those, so don’t even think like that for a second.”

“I know, I know.” Hikaru nodded, seemingly annoyed at himself for entertaining such thoughts. Eventually, he sighed and worried on his lower lip while Yoshiki mustered up the patience to hear him out. “I’m so lucky to have ya, Yoshiki. And sometimes, I think: what’d I do if ya didn’t love me?—Not in the Hikaru versus me way.” He clarified quickly, which eased the spike of worry in Yoshiki’s heart.

His next breath comes easier with understanding dawning on him. “In a ‘would you still love me if I were a worm’ way.”

The tension in Hikaru’s form melts. “Yes. Ya always get me, Yoshiki.” He brought his forehead down to his.

They were nose to nose.

“And that’s because I love you. All of you. In every form.”

A crooked smile. Cute. “Even as a worm?”

“Even as a worm, Hikaru.” He breathed out a small laugh and then surged forward to give him a peck on the lips.

“Hmmm…” Hikaru hummed against his mouth, a little more unsure as he asked in a tiny voice. “Even as Pennywise?"

“Well,” Yoshiki pretended to ponder over it, “only if I get to be the Babadook.” He smiled at Hikaru’s huge, victorious grin.

Hikaru swallowed him into a kiss, breathless and wondrous all at once. “Yer perfect! Yer amazing!” He kissed him over and over, bruising his smiling lips. “I love ya so much, Yoshiki.”

“Even as a worm?” He teased.

“I would love ya in every form. Even as a worm.” He confirmed and sealed it with another painfully beautiful kiss that steals his breath.

Yoshiki palmed his chest to tame his wild beast. “Just so ya know, though,” He said as soon as Hikaru got the message and their lips parted. “Yer Bill from the losers club. He’s the leader with a brave heart of gold.”

Hikaru’s eyes melted with dripping colors of mass. “Really?”

He nodded, flexing his fingers up into Hikaru’s hair. “Really.”

“Ack!” With a small roar, Hikaru pushed up as if someone had doused him with energy. He slammed both palms on either side of Yoshiki’s head. “Ya really are too good for me, ‘Shiki. Makes me wanna go again.” His tone escalates into a partial plea.

Yoshiki could find the truth of his words in the way he swelled once again inside him. A pleasant ache developed at his core while his hips twitched. “Such a menace.” He pointed a finger at him, which Hikaru nipped playfully. “Ya know cleanup is a horror out here.”

Hikaru released his finger and presented him with an award-winning smile. “Could always eat ya out like I usually do instead.” The doe-eyes followed, and Yoshiki’s will crumbled like dust.

They were supposed to return to home base ages ago and fill in their reports of the exorcism for the usual routine.

And do the jobs they were getting paid for.

He shut his eyes, weary all of a sudden. “Okay.” Yoshiki found himself whispering before he could take it back.

Hikaru releases an excited soun and kissed him, all toothy and smug like the cat that got the canary. Yoshiki falls deeper, his gut clenching, and his heart racing as he leaves small kisses down his body. “I’m gonna make it so good for my Yoshiki.” He promised, slowly easing out of him.

He wondered, briefly, how he ever thought he stood a chance against Hikaru. And as the memory of Yoshiki plunging his arm within Hikaru for the first time submerges, deep down, Yoshiki accepts that he never really wanted to in the first place.