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“I miss him so bad”, Yoshiki admitted, tears brimming in his eyes.
They found themselves at the summer festival, pausing by the riverside, a place steeped in nostalgia where they had once shared countless hours together. The night had already settled in, with only the luminous moon and shimmering stars casting their glow. The gentle sound of the current flowed nearby, mingling with faint echoes of the distant crowd and the enchanting notes of traditional music that drifted softly through the night air.
After confessing to “Hikaru” that he had seen his friend’s corpse that time in the mountains, everything came crashing down around him. The pent-up stress and grief he had carried for months finally erupted, and tears streamed uncontrollably down his cheeks. For all those months, he was tormented by uncertainty, unsure whether Hikaru had truly been dead all along.
The dark-haired teen rested his forehead on his crossed arms, wishing to remain unseen in his vulnerable state. It was all too much to bear. Memories of carefree afternoons spent by the riverside with Hikaru flooded his mind. He could almost feel the cool water and the warm sunlight that accompanied them. At that time, the real Hikaru was a source of comfort, making him feel like he could always turn to him to escape the suffocating gossip of the village.
Yoshiki felt more alone than ever before, even with this “Hikaru” at his side, he was acutely aware of his isolation. The strange entity had been impersonating his friend all this time, and only recently had he come to this jarring revelation, which turned his world upside down. It didn’t seem to mean him any harm, instead, it sought his friendship, clinging to Yoshiki like a lost puppy, desperate for affection as if it had been lonely its whole life.
Yoshiki surrendered to his tears, as raw grief tore through him, wailing like a wounded animal, not minding that the white-haired boy beside him could hear his broken sobs.
“Why’d you have to die on me?” Yoshiki cried out, fully aware that he wouldn’t receive a reply.
“Yoshiki. Uh—” “Hikaru” hesitated, holding back the urge to reach out, unsure how to handle this situation. He wasn’t well-versed in these emotions but understood that it wasn’t his place to console Yoshiki. He knew he couldn’t ease the sorrow or fully comprehend why death affected humans so deeply.
“I’ll give you some space,” the pale-haired teen eventually offered, rising from his spot on the ground beside the distraught boy. He had been trying to find the right words to say, but nothing seemed adequate in the face of such raw emotion. As he turned to step away, he felt a sudden, desperate tug at his shirt, the soft fabric pulled tight between them. It was a silent plea, a wordless request for him to stay just a little longer. Even knowing that this wasn’t the real Hikaru, Yoshiki refused to let go, tightening his grip as tears continued to stream down his pained face.
“Hikaru” remained rooted to the spot, staring down at Yoshiki, who still wouldn’t meet his eyes. He longed to break down the invisible barrier that kept them apart, wishing he could somehow ease the heartache of the boy who was so clearly struggling. His only purpose was to stay by Yoshiki’s side, to shield him from the grips of sadness and solitude. That had been Hikaru’s last wish—the very reason he was here in the first place—and so far, he felt he had fallen short of fulfilling it.
“Hey Yoshiki… I know I might not be able to replace him, but…” “Hikaru’s” gentle voice interrupted the hushed sobs, causing the dark-haired teen to finally raise his head, his tear-filled eyes locking onto the glowing red gaze.
“…I’m always gonna keep you safe. And if ya need anything, I’ll do whatever you ask,” the white-haired boy promised, a warm smile brightening his features.
Yoshiki understood that he only wanted to help, but witnessing that smile—the very smile he had fallen in love with—knowing it no longer belonged to his Hikaru, brought him even more pain. It had been taken by the entity, the monster, the imposter, the strange presence that had been trailing him daily. Yet as awful as it sounded, Yoshiki couldn’t bring himself to hate the being, regardless of the harm he had caused or the lives he had taken.
It didn’t help that “Hikaru” inhabited the body of the boy Yoshiki had loved for years—the one he had longed to share his life with and had secretly fantasized about sexually. He was ashamed of himself, disgusted even, but most of all scared of being found out. But Hikaru couldn’t discover his secret now that he was gone. So did it even matter anymore?
Yoshiki had no regard for what the monster thought of him. It wasn’t even human and had no way of understanding his true feelings. Right now what Yoshiki felt he needed most was Hikaru—or what remained of him. His body, his warmth, his voice, his touch. He desired what had always been out of reach, driven by the understanding that he had nothing to lose, as all he had ever wanted was already taken from him.
It didn’t matter anymore.
“Anything?” Yoshiki finally shattered the silence that had settled between them, wiping away the lingering tears. His voice was devoid of emotion this time, and his gaze remained fixed on the empty space before him. He felt numb.
“Yeah.. I wanna grand your wish.” “Hikaru” responded warmly, unaware of Yoshiki’s changing demeanor. He settled back down beside Yoshiki, attempting to make eye contact. A smile crept onto the boy’s face, one he couldn’t suppress, as if he had been eagerly anticipating this moment, excited to grant any wish.
Yoshiki finally turned to him, swallowing a lump before he spoke up once again. “Then… please let me touch him. That’s my wish.” He couldn’t bear to look “Hikaru” in the eyes.
“Really? That’s all ya want?” Shyly glancing away, the white-haired boy scratched the back of his neck and let out a soft, awkward laugh, as faint blush warmed his cheeks. When Yoshiki hesitated to answer, he continued, “I mean, sure—that’s easy enough. Ya can use this body if it helps ya—Mmnh!!”
Before the younger boy could finish his sentence, Yoshiki closed the distance between them and captured his lips with his own. Their mouths collided with a desperate urgency, as if this moment could slip away at any second. Yoshiki’s hands found their way to the boy’s wrists, gripping them tightly, ensuring there was no chance of pulling away.
Startled, “Hikaru” parted his lips to draw in a breath, and Yoshiki seized the moment to slip his tongue inside, exploring the warm, inviting depths of his mouth. The softness of “Hikaru’s” lips sent shivers racing through his body, and he became lost in the exhilaration of the kiss, surrendering to his need for closeness, letting everything else fade away for a brief moment.
With the initial shock wearing off, “Hikaru” eased into the kiss, leaning against Yoshiki’s warm touch and reveling in the sensation of their tongues gliding together. He closed his eyes halfway, feeling the edges of his vision blur as his body ached for more oxygen.
“Hikaru” allowed Yoshiki to do as he pleased, knowing it was a wish he had promised to fulfill, and he couldn’t deny how good it felt. Yoshiki’s broad hands slipped beneath his shirt, lightly grazing his skin and sending shivers down his spine, raising goosebumps in their wake. The way Yoshiki suckled on his tongue sparked an electric thrill in the pit of his stomach, a feeling far more satisfying than being petted on the head.
Yoshiki swallowed the soft moans that tumbled from the boy in his hold, relishing the feeling of Hikaru’s body against his own—the sweet taste of his saliva, the warmth of his tender skin, the pulse thrumming beneath his ghosting touches, and the little sounds escaping the boy’s throat as he gently pinched the hardened nipples between his fingertips, their lips never parting.
“Ah—Yosh’ki–!” The white-haired boy gasped between breathless kisses, trying to capture the other’s attention. But Yoshiki was lost in a daze, ravishing “Hikaru’s” lips with an insatiable hunger. For a heartbeat, Yoshiki allowed himself to act on pure desire, driven by a selfish need to be closer to Hikaru, even if it was merely physical. Yet, he quickly came back to himself, still gasping from the adrenaline coursing through him. He hadn’t intended to scare “Hikaru”; he needed to respect his body as best he could, even amidst his own emotional turmoil.
Gently, Yoshiki pushed the flustered teen onto his back in the lush grass, mindful to treat the body he cherished with more care this time. As he hovered over the smaller boy, sitting atop him, finally easing his grip, caressing the skin before it could bruise, and then delicately intertwined their hands beside “Hikaru’s” head, leaning down to deepen their kiss just a little more.
With the world around them fading into insignificance, Yoshiki’s focus narrowed to the trembling beneath him, the soft moans of pleasure from “Hikaru”, and the intoxicating taste of him. This was everything he had ever longed for, but at what cost? It felt bittersweet, for the real Hikaru would never have let him have his way like this. This one surrendered willingly, wanting to fulfill his every wish just to stay by his side, utterly dependent on him like a moth drawn to the light.
The tall teen soothingly brushed his palm against the warm cheek of the other, his fingers slipping into the soft white curls and playing with the short strands. In response, he received a muffled hum from the boy, who clearly enjoyed the affectionate contact—so unlike Yoshiki’s earlier forceful advances.
Their kisses slowed to a languid rhythm, each brush of their tongues and gentle press of their lips drawn out to fully relish the experience. Then, lost in the heat of the moment, “Hikaru” found himself unintentionally pressing against Yoshiki’s groin, a soft moan slipping from his lips as the pressure in his pants grew uncomfortable. When their gazes locked, the look in the teen’s eyes was one of innocence, a flicker of apology crossing his features as if he realized he had broken an unspoken rule.
“Yoshiki, I—” they broke apart for the first time, and he found himself at a loss, struggling to articulate the flood of emotions swirling within him. “I’m sorry…” he finally breathed out, his voice trembling slightly, the sincerity of his apology clear as he searched Yoshiki’s eyes for forgiveness.
“Don’t be…” Yoshiki murmured softly, his voice low but reassuring.
“I’m feeling the same way…” He pressed his clothed arousal against “Hikaru’s” lap, drawing forth a sharp breath from the younger boy. His glowing eyes widened in disbelief, cheeks flushing with embarrassment, and a thin trail of saliva glistening at the corner of his mouth, a lingering trace of their heated exchange.
“I want to touch you there too,” Yoshiki whispered, searching “Hikaru’s” eyes for consent. When he caught a slight nod from the other boy, a surge of excitement coursed through him. With careful hands, he unbuttoned the teen’s shorts, sliding them down along with the pre-cum stained underwear, revealing the rigid length that quivered faintly in response, eagerly anticipating what was to come.
The firm grip of Yoshiki’s large hand encircled the throbbing erection, feeling the way the flesh flinched in response, awaking his own strained arousal. Gradually, he began to stroke his hand up and down, rubbing his thumb over the oozing slit, smearing glistening beads of pre-ejaculate over the sensitive tip, eliciting soft whimpers of pleasure from the boy below. “Hikaru” was a sight to behold, clearly trying to stifle his sounds, yet daring enough to keep his gaze steady, locked onto the dark eyes that watched him intently. He tried so hard to be good for Yoshiki, didn’t he?
Unable to hold back any longer, Yoshiki felt his arousal swell, becoming increasingly distracting in his tight-fitting pants. He paused briefly to rid himself of the confining clothing, causing “Hikaru” to whimper at the sudden absence of friction. With Yoshiki’s own dripping cock now free, he enveloped them both in his firm grasp, working it up and down in a frantic rhythm as wet squelching sounds and moans filled the quiet around them. “Hikaru” was so obedient, taking it so well without uttering any complaints.
Something within Yoshiki stirred; he needed to watch the boy submit, to play with him, to dominate him in a way that fueled his desire. He leaned down to lick the shell of “Hikaru’s” ear teasingly, letting out a low groan before whispering, “You enjoy this, don’t you? You’d do anything for me…”
“Hikaru” nodded quickly in response, his eyes squeezed shut with tears, desperately chasing his climax as he thrusts into Yoshiki’s firm grip, the sound of his uneven breaths slipping out with soft whines.
“Then beg for it,” Yoshiki ordered, driven by his desires, wanting to assert control over the situation, pretending he was still in command of his emotions, as if he weren’t a prisoner to his fucked up fantasies of domination.
“Please…” The boy’s voice quaked with longing.
“Please what?”
“P-Please… touch me more.. I wanna cum.. please make me cum–“
“Hikaru” was a sobbing wreck, taking everything from the teen above him, fulfilling his darkest wish at last. Yoshiki watched intently, as if he derived pleasure solely from the reckless expressions on “Hikaru’s” face.
He starts to stroke their cocks faster, harder, with more purpose. Yoshiki swears under his breath, lost in pleasure alongside “Hikaru’s” urgent cries. He pushed his tongue back in to the hot mouth, swallowing every last plea and whimper.
“Fuck, Hikaru– love you.. I love you–!“
Yoshiki’s voice broke into sobs now, tears streaming down his cheeks, teeth gritting as he finally reached his peak, spilling his hot seed all over the boy lying below him. He didn’t stop stroking yet though, continuing to fuck his hand through the climax, cum covered, pulsing cock slipping against “Hikaru’s” needy dick.
There was a profound sense of fulfillment in granting Yoshiki’s wish and not long after “Hikaru” came too, moaning in ecstasy, his body shaking violently as his throbbing cock spurts all over his chest and stomach, in thick, pearly drops of cream.
Weary, Yoshiki slumped over the boy, their breathing gradually syncing and heartbeats echoing in unison against their aligned chests.
Deep down, “Hikaru” was painfully aware that the confession wasn’t meant for him. Despite his desperate attempts to convince himself that he was incapable of human emotions, a deep, searing sting lingered within him. The realization that he could never truly belong to Yoshiki, that he could never replace the love that held his heart captive, was a constant ache, a cruel reminder of his own limitations, forever bound to the body of the boy Yoshiki held so dear.
Still, he chose to stay close to Yoshiki, a silent guardian of his heart, even as his own broke under the weight of unrequited feelings, clinging to the hope that his presence might bring some solace.
For now, this was all he could offer—a bittersweet existence marked by love unfulfilled, a tragic testament to the depths of his devotion.