Akihiko had gotten really good at world-hopping by using the TV world by now, but as he climbed out through his television into his apartment, he caught his foot a bit and went into a sprawl on his living room floor
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It was with a sense of relief that Shinjiro made his final step through a television. Maybe not as creepy as the Dark Hour, but just as weird. He wasn't surprised to see Akihiko collapsed on the floor, and was half-tempted to join him.
Shinjiro threw off his hated glasses and nudged his friend with his foot. So, so tempting to just pass out here. He hadn't been this tired before in his life, and every bone and muscle in his body hurt - but it was a good, satisfying kind of hurt. They fought good. They did well. Aki was alive and nobody got killed.
"Gettup," Shinjiro muttered, swaying a little on his feet. "You're only gonna be more sore like that. Trust me."
"I know," Akihiko mumbled when Shinji nudged him. The worst part was, his mind was working just fine. He was just bone-deep exhausted, not only from all the fighting, but from the fog.
He groaned and forced himself to sit up, pulled off the glasses and got to his feet. "You okay?" he asked. "I need a shower..."
"Mmm, a shower would be nice," Shinjiro agreed, personally feeling a little muddled. Not that he couldn't think straight, but it was just hard to think when he really wanted to collapse. At first, the fog wasn't so bad - maybe it was because of his years of dealing with the Dark Hour - yet it eventually grated on his brain. Not even Castor liked it. Or maybe that was because, on all the other worlds they traveled to, the Dark Hour just didn't exist.
Helping Akihiko to his feet if he wanted, he answered quickly, "'m fine." Truth was, though, he felt hurt pretty badly and wrung out, like a dirty rag. Even if Aki healed him of all his wounds. Though, like he thought before, it wasn't a bad feeling of hurt. It was somehow deeply satisfying, maybe cathartic. Honest, unlike anything else he'd done lately. "Just tired."
"Yeah," Akihiko said, reaching out to thread his arm through Shinjiro's. "You want to go together? It'll be quicker." He had no intention of jumping Shinji or anything. He was way too tired. But he didn't really want to let him go, either.
"Uh." Truth was, when Shinjiro mentioned a shower would be nice, it didn't occur to him that meant they'd be sharing one. Maybe he wasn't thinking completely straight after all. He knew he was too tired for anything, let alone Aki, but the normal parade of kinky thoughts went through his head anyway. Along with a new wash of guilt.
He didn't know if his friend - lover - boyfriend, whatever, was accepting of what happened before this whole Shadow thing, or just oblivious. Shinjiro still expected him to get pissed. After all, wouldn't he be pissed off if Aki did the same? Not that he would. The guy had a real job, and a real place to live, and - fuck. Not exactly comparing apples to apples.
Shinjiro sighed. Why the hell would he feel fucking guilty just for an offer of a shower? Akihiko was the only damned person who wouldn't ask anything in return. And then they'd sleep. He was tired enough where it didn't occur to him to object again to staying the night. "Sure."
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Shinjiro threw off his hated glasses and nudged his friend with his foot. So, so tempting to just pass out here. He hadn't been this tired before in his life, and every bone and muscle in his body hurt - but it was a good, satisfying kind of hurt. They fought good. They did well. Aki was alive and nobody got killed.
"Gettup," Shinjiro muttered, swaying a little on his feet. "You're only gonna be more sore like that. Trust me."
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He groaned and forced himself to sit up, pulled off the glasses and got to his feet. "You okay?" he asked. "I need a shower..."
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Helping Akihiko to his feet if he wanted, he answered quickly, "'m fine." Truth was, though, he felt hurt pretty badly and wrung out, like a dirty rag. Even if Aki healed him of all his wounds. Though, like he thought before, it wasn't a bad feeling of hurt. It was somehow deeply satisfying, maybe cathartic. Honest, unlike anything else he'd done lately. "Just tired."
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He didn't know if his friend - lover - boyfriend, whatever, was accepting of what happened before this whole Shadow thing, or just oblivious. Shinjiro still expected him to get pissed. After all, wouldn't he be pissed off if Aki did the same? Not that he would. The guy had a real job, and a real place to live, and - fuck. Not exactly comparing apples to apples.
Shinjiro sighed. Why the hell would he feel fucking guilty just for an offer of a shower? Akihiko was the only damned person who wouldn't ask anything in return. And then they'd sleep. He was tired enough where it didn't occur to him to object again to staying the night. "Sure."
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