Distortion
Title: Distortion
Chapters: One-shot
Author: anknick
Genre: Angst, smut, romance
Pairing: Aoi x Uruha (Yuu x Kouyou)
Rating: NC-17
Warning: ManxMan, violence, language, sex
Comments: About the title, I didn't know what to use but then Ibitsu's preview helped me and I stole the name XDD
Tw~ang!!!
Kouyou stared at the slivered ends of the broken string of his guitar.
Lost...
He'd lost the fight to his inner demon. He'd lost the fight to loneliness... to bitterness... to hopelessness... to the noises screaming in his head...
“YES! YES!YES!” he yelled out, uncertain if it was indeed him who screamed out for the sound was of an agonized animal.
“I-I am … of... no... use....” words started pouring out of his lips... “ no...one... wants me... Everything ….is a …. lie?” he questioned aloud in his whispering hoarse voice.
He clawed at his cheeks to feel the wetness from the tears that had been pouring unhindered, triggered by the horrifying scenes from earlier. Ignoring the fierce reaction of his skin to the harsh nail treatment, he looked down at his naked chest, which was stained red by his own blood trailing down from his cheeks.. As if he was weeping blood...
Once again his eyes settled on the mutilated guitar string.
Images and words were filling his head. Before he knew, he felt a gash on his palm. He realized he had pulled hard at the string.
How comforting the pain was?! Ah.. the comfort of self-destruction!
He started to laugh. The laughter had anything but humor. It was as dark as the night outside his windows and it echoed, bouncing back from the empty walls. Each hysteric sound hitting him back... The walls were laughing too...
He brought the string to his eye level and screamed out, “ This is ME.”
“A broken, brittle, weak, useless... string. That's what I am.” he managed to say between coughs, laughs and sobs.
He found himself at the brink of insanity. He didn't care. What's the point of sanity when you're rendered to lose it all in the end?!
His mind was made up... The answer was right there, between his thumb and forefinger... yes, the string....
The picture in his head was complete and distinct among all the other fleeting ones. The image of his dead body, hanging from the ceiling, his internals out, blood dripping from his neck where the string had probably cut deep....
Would there be an audience to this beautiful picture? Beautiful...? Haha... indeed! Wasn't that what he'd always been told that he was? Beautiful, delectable, lecherous... as if he was a tool for their pleasurable indulging.... Hah! What a farce...
How he could have fallen so easily was beyond him now. Who was he kidding?! It was clear as daylight! Greed, hunger and the mind numbing desire to avenge what he thought he had lost. The urge to mar his purity that he had held onto for so long just to see the reason just escaping away...
It hurt. So fucking damn much. Everything did.
He pushed open his clenched shut eyes to be caught in a blurry haze.
Everything is blurred. EVERY GODDAMN THING IS DECEITFUL. Is it? Or is it just his head?
BAM BAM BAM.... BAM...BAM BAM.. BAM BAM BAM...
Who the f.. They'll eventually go too like everyone else. They all leave... by the end.
But it seemed the visitor this time had no such intentions. The banging persisted until Kouyou gave out a loud scream, which stopped the banging for a few seconds to give rise to a little louder, more frequent bangs. He got up from the floor and opened the door, letting it slam against the wall, not caring about his bare bloody torso, the tears, the visitor...
Before he could open his mouth to complain, yell, swear or even before he could recognize who it was, he felt his lungs constricting under the force of the choking hug.
Raven black traces were caressing his burning cheeks and his bare shoulders. He pulled in a deep breath to muster up the strength to push away the intruder.
No one could stop him now. His decision was made and his resolve was stronger than it has ever been before. A small part of him pointed it out if only he had even a little of this new-found resolve when following his dreams, he wouldn't have to see this day. He halted that thought there, when he got struck by the familiar scent of lemon-grass.
Yuu...
It was enough to make him relax in the asphyxiating hold of the lean but strong arms, now stroking his back.
Finally the raven haired looked up, a mask of horror across his face, still unable to cover his unfathomable beauty. Those depth less dark orbs now almost black with he could not reckon what. Shame? Disgust? Regret?
Yuu must hate him so much now....
Wasn't that exactly what he had wanted...? Maybe... Maybe not...
But then words started spilling out of those beautiful lips adorned with an ornament that shone in even the dim light of his apartment. Like a diamond in the sky...
“Oh God, You're alive.. you're alive.. I ..I..I.. thought..”, the hysteric words accompanied by the cruel tears that were like pearls falling out of their safe abode, tore at Kouyou's heart.
Once, he must have been happy to hear the choking sobs, the tears shed on his account. Them being a sign of relief, a messenger of the concern that probably resided in the raven haired man's heart.
But it was in the past. He deserved it then. Not anymore. Not with his debauched self, his filthy soul could have no salvation.
He summoned back his strength from earlier, ready to push away the pesky stranger... It was no stranger anymore. It was Yuu.. The Yuu whom he had wanted to hold like this... The Yuu who had brutally rejected him when he had confessed to him. The Yuu who had slapped him hard and thrown him out of his house, saying he had gotten carried away and was taking advantage of the situation..
“Are you happy now?” a whisper in the silent night, Kouyou wasn't even sure if he had uttered them aloud.
Yuu seemed to be taken aback by the sudden question. He didn't know what to make of it. It held behind so many meanings. Was he happy? About what? About now or about the past?
He looked into those golden brown eyes, searching for his answers. All he could find was this strangeness - fear, anger, hurt?, something he'd never seen obscure the bright radiance those eyes contained. Always. It was gone now. Was it his fault?
He felt his knees go weak when it hit him. Two forces, simultaneously, making him stagger back a few steps. First, the rough push to his chest by the person who never even hurt a fly. And second, the realization that it was him who had brought about this irreversible change in the beautiful young man, now looking at him with a stance as if he'd hit him again if he tried to get closer.
It was me..
I destroyed him...
Irreversible...
Was it? Was it not to be reverted?
“Kou..”
“DON'T FUCKING CALL ME THAT!” The rage was new too. He waited. He knew the other wasn't done yet.
“ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, YUU? Why did you even come here tonight? Didn't you say you never. wanted to see my face ever again?”, his voice broke down but he still continued, “That you didn't need pity from anyone? And especially not from the likes of me? WHAT DID I DO, YUU? I didn't know then, but now I know. ARE YOU HAPPY NOW, SHIROYAMA YUU?,” he sneered out the name in a menacing tone, very similar to the one he himself had used back then. But he didn't mean it. But this wasn't fake.
He swallowed hard. The words were cutting through him like a blunt knife leaving behind a dull ache which worsened by each stroke.
“I became what you said I was. I'M A FUCKING WHORE NOW. A sex maniac? Wasn't it? You know what, I know why you've come here. I'm quite popular with what I do. They must have told you. You must have heard from them, Yuu.. You must have..” his eyes narrowed dangerously, “ How they ALL SCREWED my puny ass?! How they moaned, how I screamed. No one heard. No one did. But I'm sure you know. You did this to me, Yuu.. YOU DID THIS TO ME.” Acid. It burnt worse than that. These mere words.
“Why are you here? Tell me, again Yuu. Tell me. I want to hear it from your own fucking mouth. SAY IT. SAY THAT YOU WANNA FUCK THE WHORE THAT I AM....”
Slap..
Kouyou hadn't been ready for the harsh contact to his already berated face. He had expected it. Yes. The self-loathing had transformed and taken the ugly form of accusations, directed towards the person he wanted to hurt the least. Words burst out of him like untamed water out of a destructed dam. The hatred had flooded his thoughts and he knew he had hurt Yuu. But he didn't realise it just when he lost it.
He felt himself getting dragged by the wrist. Deja-vu. It almost was the same. But, no, there was a difference. Can he be hopeful yet? The direction. It was different. Then, he was hurled out Yuu's fancy apartment onto the corridors. How they whispered... words that were like dead weight to his ear drums.
This one is even worse than the fag..
Whore. The fag called him that...
I wonder how pretty he'd look with my cum on his face...
All lies and dirty fantasies. He still wondered what sins of his past made him go through that. Why Yuu had pushed him away when all he did was try to pull him out of the dark trench of his thoughts he was spiraling down to? He loved Yuu the way he was. He didn't care what others talked about him. He thought he was the sun, to brighten him up, to make him believe he can't hide forever. How wrong he was? How he was wrong? He had seen it in Yuu's eyes. The spark. He had dug it out himself.
Why did Yuu have to be so harsh?
The memories, almost two months old - has it only taken two months, to deteriorate himself to this mess?-, tugged at his wounds that hadn't quite healed even after all the pain he had endured to make it all become numb. He tried to snatch his hand away from the death grip that was now making him take stumbling steps to his bed. He was confused.
Oh no..
Had he gone too far? Was Yuu going to do this to him? Yes, he was hopeful. Had always been. Hopeful that maybe Yuu'd save him. Yuu'd take him in...
He must have drifted off because he felt his mattress make a hard impact with his still sensitive back. He was being pushed down. He struggled. He thrashed. He screamed.
He had wanted this. Always. But not like this. No...
“NOOOOO.. Yuuu, STOP!”
But all to no avail.
Suddenly, he felt a shiver run through his spine when a wetness traced his earlobe. The skin cooling down, when Yuu parted his lips to blow lightly on the heated skin.
“Listen to me, Kou. Yes, I'd call you that because that's what you are to me.... What have you done to yourself, baby?” Yuu cooed on, it took him a while to fathom what he was just referred to as.
He was not ready to let Yuu lecture him. He knew what he'd done. He knew why he'd done it.. or did he? That one fleeting thought made him stop momentarily his struggling. Why indeed was he so insistent in destroying himself?
That again proved to be his moment of weakness when finally Yuu managed to climb over him and straddle his waist. Now, he'd absolutely lost his chance at this.
Yuu leaned in towards him till his face was hovering over him. He scared him. What was he going to do?
“Protect you, Kou.” he whispered, his face changing to a softer tone from the determined look he was portraying just seconds ago.
“That's what I said I'll do and that's what I've done. Always, Kou, always. Why do you want me to fail now?,” drops of liquid pearl, his precious tears, were silently trailing down his cheeks.
This was all getting more and more confusing for Kouyou. He lost it, again.
“How can you claim so, you SHAMELESS BASTARD?” his teeth were clenched, in his efforts to turn his face away from Yuu's intimidating gaze.
But he really was weak this time. Too weak to protest.
“You don't know anything. And I wanted to keep it that way”, he was still whispering, “I wanted to protect you from what they did to me. From what they could do to you, if they saw you with me. From what they did to you...”
He was dumbstruck.
Yuu noticed the honey-blonde's- he's always adored that angelic color on him- unwavering stare and figured he was probably not making any sense. How lame his excuses sounded now?! Had he just not himself thrown his beloved to the mouth of the hungry wolves?!
He had failed Kouyou.
He had failed himself.
He had seen from afar how the one that he loved the most, whose life mattered the most to him, who was his everything, corrode away in his absence. He had still continued to believe in the righteousness of his jeopardized judgment.
He started to get off Kouyou. He couldn't stay here anymore.
Kouyou didn't need him. Kouyou didn't want him.
He had come running when words reached him what they'd done to his naïve angel. He knew the porcelain skin of the body underneath him, now tainted by red lines of fate, contained a heart just as fragile. He knew the blow has been too deep this time. And no one was capable of picking up the millions of the scattered pieces.
He'd do it. But he's afraid. Scared that he won't be given the chance to.
As if the black curtain that had been blinding him - his thoughts, the truth - had been lifted, he saw light as a hand held him by the neck, stopping him in his tracks.
He felt calloused digits wipe away his predicaments that flowed down his cheeks in a liquid state of matter.
“Where are you going?” Fearful eyes, wide with dread, searched his face frantically, not unlike how he had scrutinized Kouyou when he had burst into his arms earlier.
What could he say? He was scared. So scared. Did Kouyou really want him to stay?
The next interruption in the silence that surrounded them spoke lengths for him.
“Don't go, Yuu...”
What was he hearing? Was he being played a trick on by his treacherous imagination?
“Don't leave me... I need you-” the words that were forming in his head got stuck in his throat, when he saw the blonde break down into hysterical sobs.
“I-- I don't want to live.. live.. Yuu... I can't... if.. if.. Don't leave me.. don't.. don't.. leave.. Yuu, Noo... Please... Please.. Yuu..”
“Shhh... Kou.. Shhh.. I'll stay.. Stop, baby, stop...”
It was not working. At all. The blonde had shut himself in a non permeable cocoon of insecurities and doubts. Yuu needed to break that. And there was only one way to do it.
He leaned in to cover the barely remaining space between them and pressed his lips to the soft, plush, the most beautiful pair of lips he'd ever seen on a person. He just reveled in the feeling of the God-blessed contact for a while before beginning to move them slowly. He was getting no response though he had achieved what he had intended to.
“I'm sorry, Kou..” There. He had said it. But he wanted to say more. And probably now was the best chance he would ever get.
He wanted to laugh like a madman when he noticed how the situation was reversed this time. Wasn't this exactly how he had been broken and Kouyou had wanted to help him pick up the pieces? How Kouyou must have hoped too that he would be grateful and allow him to make him forget all of his worries? But he didn't want it to be this way. He didn't want the rejection that he had inflicted upon the almost child-like angel.
Oh.. God.. please..
And maybe He was not as cruel as he had always accused him to be.
“I'm sorry too, Yuu...” and for the first time, he saw the hint of a smile play across those breathtaking features.
“I love you... I've always had. I want you to believe me, Kou..” He caught the pink spread across those abused cheeks.
The golden brown orbs widened a little, and almost made Yuu's heart shine with the slight radiance that he had managed to bring back.
“I... I .. still do, Yuu... I told you so, didn't I? You mean the world to me...” and with this their lips met for the second time that fateful night.
It started with a slow, rhythmic pace, the moments that they wanted to lock in their memories, soon Yuu felt his lipring being traced with an eagerness he hadn't expected. It was a submission, a portrayal of dominance, a silent plea and a lot more that words could not define.
He parted his lips and welcomed the violent intrusion. At first. He let himself be explored until he felt it was time to regress. He fought to gain the upper hand now, dancing along to the unheard music, tasting immense bliss, leaving wet traces...
They continued with the duet that their hearts sang together now, nothing barring them... Their souls finally open for each others viewing.
It wasn't until their lungs burned with lack of air that they parted.
“I really love you, Yuu...” This accompanied by a heart-felt delightful smile, Kouyou finally closed his eyes....
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Pain, grudge, sorrow, fury
Delete, headache, hung up, dizzy
Pain, grudge, sorrow, fury
Delete, headache, hung up, dizzy...
Yuu opened his eyes with an irritated sigh when he realised it was Kouyou's phone, assigned with the task to wake up the deep sleeper … by these lines?
It was in the past now. He couldn't believe it. But this was the truth. The warmth of a body huddled against his back made him smile contentedly. Long arms snaked around his waist, the soft sighs against his neck, the distinct smell of faded cologne and sweat tickled his senses.
Pain, grudge -
Yuu shut off the alarm, thinking he'd let the blonde rest today. He had started panicking when Kouyou had suddenly lost consciousness last night. But relief washed over the short lived tension when he heard the soft snoring and the shallow rise and fall of the alabaster chest. Everything must have been so exhausting for the still eighteen year old. So much pain, so much grudge, so much sorrow, so much fury...
He tried to remember the happy memories, how they'd met on one lonely Sunday evening. In the deserted, abandoned park near the cemetery.
“Isn't this place scary?”
“Why?”
He had chuckled then, how the almost feminine looking boy had looked at him suspiciously. Probably thinking he was a ghost himself with his dark attire and morose look.
The place was his sanctuary because no one bothered him there. And honestly, he had wished he was left alone again.
“Why?!”
The blonde had shook his head and surprisingly sat down beside him. Yuu was annoyed and felt insecure. The boy looked harmless enough but he had lost his faith. Faith was a term he had erased from his life. It had no meaning for him.
They were just sitting there, the initial discomfort settling into a pleasant silence. When suddenly it was again disrupted.
“Do you come here often? I'm new here.”
Oh... That had explained a lot. Why the stranger was unfamiliar.. Why he was talking to him like this... Why he didn't know about Yuu yet... Why he should maintain his distance....
“I..I have to go now. You better leave as well. This place is dangerous.”
He had hurriedly left, hoping that was the end of it.
But miraculously, they had often met afterwards, in the grocery store, in the laundry, the local restaurant, mostly all the few places that he frequented. To the point that he had wondered if he was being stalked. But slowly, he started enjoying the initially un-welcomed meetings.
He had learnt things about the pretty blonde and had opened up in return as well.
He was scared the most when he had decided to tell the reason for him being so infamous. Because he was getting attached and he believed in detachment. That is the weapon he had wielded all along to survive.
“I sell my body for money, Kouyou..”
He hadn't meant to be so blunt. But as hard as he rummaged in his head for a better way to spill it out, he couldn't find it.
“So?”
“So, you say?! I sell my body to filthy, dirty, ugly men, and you ask me 'so'?! They touch me in the most indecent way possible and I endure it all just for the bills they shove at my face after they are done spilling their... their.... on my face, down my throat....Aren't you revolted?”
The last part he had whispered. Because Kouyou's nonchalant stance and indifferent stare screamed: “Your argument is invalid!”
And so everything had been perfectly fine after that. The blonde had often frequented the bar where he worked even though he was under-age. Those moments he treasured the most. He could easily ignore the nasty cat calls and instead concentrate on chatting with his new friend now.
But his happiness had been stolen again, replaced by wrath and fear when he found out his boss had been eying Kouyou.....
“How long have you been awake?” the soft whisper was loud enough to snap Yuu back to the present.
Frail fingers traced various patterns on his back. The sensation making him shiver and a pool of anticipation collect at the pit of his stomach.
“Not long.” he turned around to smile at the now somewhat rejuvenated blonde. The strands now glowing, forming a halo around his angelic face by the sunlight peeping in through the drawn curtains.
The next moment he felt a harsh pinch on his arm, jolting him up to a sitting position on the bed with a loud yelp.
“OW. What was that for?” he asked a bit incredulously, especially at how the other burst into a peeling laughter.
“Oi.. I'm talking to you...” Yuu began but got silenced by the early-morning kiss that he received. A little peck on the lips that was all it was but it was making his body cast a very smutty response.
“I was just checking if this was real.”
“Aren't you supposed to pinch yourself then?” Yuu raised an eyebrow cockily.
“I wanted to know if you were real...”
“I know other ways to do that... let me show you, angel...” Now.. shouldn't that be the ticket to hell for him.
Yuu leaned in closer to the obviously-excited-so-called 'angel', now sporting a challenging grin. He wanted to take it slow, not forgetting the trauma the other had gone through just the previous day. He couldn't believe so much could change within a span of twelve hours.
“Are you just going to stare at me?”
In response, Yuu let their lips acquaint each other. His tongue slipping in easily through Kouyou's agape lips. He tasted the freshness of the morning and the passion from last night returned with a vigor, surprising even himself.
He could feel himself getting hardened and his thigh accidentally brushed against the others crotch and a low moan slipped past those blood red, kiss-abused lips.
“Touch me, please...” That was the trigger that set his heart running and he knew there was no stopping now. For the first time, that phrase didn't make him gag in disgust or wish he hadn't been saved from the fire that had burnt his family to ashes, leaving him to rot in a parallel hell. This, instead rekindled the long subdued fire that life meant for him.
Kouyou tugged at his jacket, which he had forgotten to take off since yesterday. The bland article of clothing was discarded to the floor, followed by his tear and blood stained t-shirt. Soon, Kouyou's ripped jeans and Yuu's denims joined the heap, leaving him with his silk boxers and a beautifully naked blonde.
He frowned at the numerous unwanted scarring the milky white skin portrayed. He kissed softly each of the marks to ease away the pain, to show that he accepted them as he was as much to blame for them as the leeches who have marred what was rightfully his and to see the precarious orbs flutter close in
a pleasurable delirium.
He felt himself getting more and more constricting against the fabric of his boxers when he saw the blonde was ready for his ministrations. His length weeping and twitching as Yuu's tongue got closer with each kiss to where they both wanted it to be.
“Yuu...” a moan which let the adrenaline rush through his being in a frenzy signaled that the blonde had had enough of his teasing.
He gave in to the lascivious pleas and ran his tongue lewdly along the other's length to the swollen tip that was oozing pre-cum by now. His one hand holding down the sensually writhing body and the other taking care of the now erect and hard nubs on the blonde's smooth chest.
The room was soon resounding with heavy panting and low moans that each of them tried to stifle in but failed. And soon they were beyond caring.
“FUCK...” Yuu felt a sting of pain at the coarse pull at his strands when he took Kouyou, as much as he could, into his mouth.
The salty taste of his lover made him feel like he was melting down to his core.
He stroked him in a pace matching the bobbing of his head, at times swallowing down his gag reflex when a particularly hard thrust brushed against the back of his throat.
He was ready to make Kouyou cum and be content with it. He had all the time in the world to progress further than that in his own sweet time.
But the blonde proved to be unpredictable once again when he suddenly started pushing down on Yuu's shoulders with as much force as his pleasure blind strength would allow him.
“Kou..” He was uncertain what he wanted.
“Not like this.. a..ah.. Yuu.. No.. stop.. I want.. more.. I..I.. want.. hnngh.. inside...”
“A..are you ..sure?”
“A..as sure as t..th...the damn cock crowing the fuck off...Please.. P....AAHH”Yuu didn't give him time to finish his desperate speech as he grazed his teeth against the tip of Kouyou's rock hard length, taking the opportunity to put his digits through the wantonly parted lips in order to start with the preparation.
“Hnn.. Uhh..” he immediately regretted his choice to change the pace as he saw the blonde tense up at the sudden intrusion caused by Yuu's forefinger into his entrance. He must still be sensitive from yesterday's revilement.
“We can not do this, if you want me to stop, Kou.. Don't force yourself...D-” he was cut off as a hand roughly brushed against his own painful erection now, causing the delicious friction to make him see white stars behind his eyelids.
“Shh.. Go on.. I'm fine.. It just.. hurts.. a bit. I swear.. I can handle it. I'm tough...” he had sure proved that he was and so Yuu continued, albeit a bit hesitantly.
Kouyou bit at his bottom lip, trying hard to drive away the slutty images of himself.
This is different.
This is Yuu... he won't hurt me..
But he has.. before.. A voice boomed out in his head.
Shut up.. SHUT THE FUCK UP!
Kouyou knew he had to relax. Yuu had stopped again. He knew the raven haired man must be concerned about whatever was going on in his head. He urged the other to go on for the umpteenth time, wincing as a third digit was added. He felt them moving inside of him, getting closer and deeper to where he wanted them to ghost over.
“Hnnnnngh.. Aaaah..”
Soon , he felt an electric jolt run through his body and his cock twitching with the white hot pleasure building up inside of him.
“Right.. th..there.. yes... Yuu..”
This feeling was unknown to him. He needed more of it to prove himself how different it was and how this all was right.
His hands on their own accord danced over to the waist band of Yuu's annoying clothing. He wanted to feel his skin against him. He pushed the black boxers down those arousing hips, getting rewarded by a loud moan and a low hiss as the cold morning air teased the heated length.
Kouyou wound his arms around the lithe neck and pulled Yuu closer for a wet and sloppy kiss, reveling in the sensation caused by the rubbing of their lengths together and their bodies sliding against each other, now covered by a thin sheen of sweat.
It was all driving him over the edge and he could feel himself reaching that final finish line. He wanted to draw it out more, but he couldn't let it end this way. So, he urged Yuu towards the night-stand drawer where he was sure there was a bottle of lube.
“Wha-” he snatched it out of Yuu's trembling hands and squeezed out a superfluous amount of it onto his palm.
“Uuuuuhhhh..” His inexperienced self took great care to ensure he did everything right, even lubrication and was delighted to hear the throaty moan.
Now.. this was it. The moment to decide everything. To prove him wrong. To prove him right. He had handed over his trust to Yuu and knew it was secure encased within the golden safe of his heart.
Yuu pressed slightly at his entrance, the feeling too familiar, yet not so much. The gentleness.. the care.. the love..
His legs were wound around Yuu's slim waist and he bit down hard on his shoulder when a fullness entered him, both of them groaning in unison.
It started slow as if back from the scratch, but didn't take long to reach a frenzied rhythm.
His poor bed creaking with each thrust and moans and screams.. AAAAhhhh.. could probably be heard to the next block. But he was blind to everything else, all that mattered was right here with him.
Kisses, nibbles, blood, sultry voices, thrusts...
All of them combined to make him deliciously dance over the final edge and his body convulsed and shook as he finally came.
“FFFF..UCK..” he screamed out and that made the other let go of his constraints and join him in the blissful flight to heaven... or so it seemed.
Minutes passed and their bodies finally came down falling delicately like a feather from their high of orgasmic pleasure. They laid their side by side, understanding what they'd been missing. Who knew what was going to happen next but atleast one aspect of their future was fixed for them. They would have each other.
“Baka..” Kouyou suddenly mumbled, snuggling closer to Yuu's toned chest.
“Hm? Hmm..”
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A/N: You can brick me if it was boring or lame -offers SpongeBrick- This was the longest thing I've ever written :O I suck at writing smut..
I dunno but you might notice slight changes in style throughout the fic.. might be because I started this about a year ago, it was lying in my laptop and then suddenly I felt like concluding it.. -__-
GODDAMN LJ.. the spaces are proper but after posting.. they are all dissapearing.. T__T
Anyway.. do tell me what you think.. :D