( the light flickers in takasugi's eyes as he leans back into the cushioned rest, his chest rising slightly for the way rinne feathers his tongue along the pulse point, and then the creases in his palm. as always, he watches intently, refusing to look away or ignore what's happening. maybe because it's just that important, and has always been since the beginning. the more he burns the image of rinne into his eyes, the more there might be a chance he can recall some semblance of this in another world.
but there's no fun retort to being called cute. )
My friends... the ones who are all dead, you mean? Ahh. Well. I... maybe I don't like to talk about it all that much, admittedly. But in the academy, there was another I was super close to, named Kusaka. Kusaka Genzui. We were the two standout students, often butting heads over the most stupid thing you can think of, textbooks open in our laps. We'd known each other since childhood, and maybe that's why he felt the need to try and scold me, always getting on my last nerve. When his family began to pass away one by one, I was even there to lend him an ear. But you know how it goes after that, I'm sure. Kusaka went off on his own without me, took his own life, and then I...
( it hurts to talk about this. it probably won't ever stop hurting.
but that's just the way it is, isn't it, as a former servant—these lingering thoughts and feelings have nowhere to go most of the time. takasugi releases a brief, shaky breath, trying to focus on the touch and the anxious beating of a heart in a boney, now living chest instead of his own pointless chatter. )
What I'm really scared of is losing you at some point, Amagi-kun, even just as a friend. So if you scar me somehow, ... I won't mind. At least, that way, I can take the pain with me everywhere.
( this is the way takasugi ruins this date, probably. he should do something actually cute, he knows. beg for attention? ... he's already done that, plenty of times. they should be rolling on the floor in excitement, or holding each other dramatically in an alley while rain is pouring down on them, and just... no. okay. all he wants now, is...
to lean over, and rest his cheek against rinne's shoulder. and so he does, pitifully, like it'll actually help alleviate the suddenly somber mood some. )
Edited (less cute. or more cute?) Date: 2025-08-27 07:23 pm (UTC)
[Takasugi yearns for his comfort and the scene is so familiar, an echo of a moment from a simpler time, that it wracks Rinne with both guilt and nostalgia. His own fears vanish as he recalls how Hiiro was just as stubborn, just as spoiled. When Rinne thinks about how Hiiro must feel back in that city, he can't help the way he nudges back. The motion is almost fox-like as he seeks for the warmth in Takasugi's untouched neck. It's instinct by now, this urge to imprint. He already can't imagine a life without it. As another Augmented cries out on-screen, Rinne wonders what he could have done if he had lived a century ago. Maybe he would have left his village to meet Takasugi, reach for his hand, and...
Gingerly, Rinne threads his fingers into Takasugi's hair, his warm cheek pressed against Takasugi's own.]
Why do you always have to be in pain? Can't you remember me and be happy?
I'm sorry. If you want to tell me about him, go ahead. If you want to keep quiet, that's okay, too. I'm sure Kusaka was just thinking about you. He didn't want to keep relying on you. You were just a little older, but you were both so young, Shinsaku.
[Softly, he murmurs in his ear:]
No one can see us in a place like this. If there's anything you want to do, now's the time to do it. I can leave if that's better for you, but if you need me...
( maybe he says it too quickly. too awkwardly, coming off too strong.
for as much as rinne is starting to call him "-nii-san", he's really acting like anything but right now. rinne says things that seem sweet, but why shouldn't kusaka have relied on him, when they were sworn brothers and maybe could have been more? now he's gone and burdened rinne with that knowledge and the need to make excuses for the dead. who was the one who'd said these were all just different sides to the same man again?
... right. that's right. it had been him.
he lifts his face off rinne a bit to catch his breath, still looking ahead while being held, unaware that he was even holding it while waiting for a response to all that truth. he lifts a hand to press it against rinne's chest, searching for the rhythm of his heartbeat while finding purchase in the fabric to tug him in close. the blood-beat tempo pulses through the fold beneath his clenched palm. the movie, long forgotten, blasts out a droll tune as it moves to a scene of a blinding shoreline. )
So paint the inside of my mouth with that clear voice of yours, Amagi-kun. Whenever you hold me like this, it feels like all the hurt smooths out for the better.
[ Just as the two leads on the screen run into each other's arms, so too does Rinne close the distance between their mouths. The kiss is slow and hot. The sound of their lips is the kindling of something too tender to name. When others keep quiet for Rinne's sake, Takasugi is so utterly shameless, it makes Rinne want to reward him. ]
I love you, [ he whispers between catches of breath, ] I love you so much.
[ The power to heal someone with one touch. Whenever he kisses someone like this, somehow it feels like everything he's ever wanted. If there's anything he's grateful for now, it's being the very thing the film before them fears. ]
( takasugi remains pale beneath rose-colored bangs and the flickering lights of the theater, the center of a bloom that bleeds out for every passionate press of lips against his own. he tries to catch the words those words that fill him up, the noise of the film threatening to drown out the sweetness of them, the heft of that sinewy arm still clutching the back of his head. he wonders idly, head thumping for the way rinne's mouth might suck all the breath out of his lungs for each lazy, thorough slip of skin over his bottom lip, if rinne will ever resent him for being so selfish all the time.
but to the words, "i love you", all he can think to do is ask for, )
More, ... Amagi-kun. More,
( an ear flicks and folds down, takasugi pawing at the front of rinne's shirt. let them be beasts brought to life that indulge in their desires, then. he'll happily enjoy the honey that collects in rinne's hands as he tries to feed him, and as that thought crosses takasugi's mind, he purposefully catches a canine against his own tongue, cutting it open to mix his warm blood with spit and pass it breathlessly between them. )
[ The taste of iron hits his tongue. On the screen, blood turns the white sea black like ink. For a moment, Rinne holds Takasugi's head like fruit, savoring all its juicy sweetness. Then, with an angry claw on his hair, Rinne pulls him back. ]
What... was that?
[ Even a trace is enough to fill his lungs and harden him where he shouldn't. ]
Edited (i hit send too early...) Date: 2025-08-28 02:15 pm (UTC)
But also, what. Why stop? I thought it'd be nice to give you a little something extra in the midst of our heated session. Maybe it was a little unprompted, but didn't you mention you were feeling hungry?
( and while he's well aware of all the complications that come with doing this... well. whatever. details. he sucks at the skin inside his mouth, waiting for the cut to close. )
[ But that's not all he's worried about. He remembers the last time he tasted Takasugi's blood. Strawberry season had just ended, but the flavor was still on his tongue as he drank in their kiss, Takasugi coughing all that warm, metallic red into his mouth. The strawberries from their hometown used to burst the same way when he and Hiiro would eat them together on summer mornings...
Rinne knows exactly what came over him back then. He isn't about to let it take over now. Fear and anxiety seize and shut him up, but that's a good thing. It means his body is more than ready to stand up and leave. ]
( the rejection stings a lot more than it ought to. the sound of rinne rising off the cushioned seat rings in his ears louder than he imagined it ever would, and damn. you really went and did it now, shinsaku, where somehow this feels even graver than when he made rinne burst into tears, the sight of his back a something he wishes he could see elsewhere, with takasugi embracing him from behind to figure out what went wrong. was it the reminder of his condition, when everything had seemed better for the effort he'd been putting in lately?
true to the movies, takasugi shoots a hand out to grasp rinne's wrist as he's making to leave. )
Well, I haven't. My appetite for you hasn't been sated at all, and at this rate, it might never be. You pull all these terrible answers out of me because you want to know me, and then you leave at the first minute I make a mistake? Where have I seen this before, do you think, our similar souls always nipping at each other's heels all the time? But that's fine. It's alright if getting to know each other more intimately isn't easy. It's not like that's going to deter me or anything. Someone would have go to great lengths to get me to stop pursuing you. Beat me senseless, maybe.
( which sounds bad, right? okay. moving on. )
Whatever you deem fit to bring with you on our outing under the moonlight... I'll look forward to it. I'll be there, to share in this forbidden something together, and when my head hits the pillow tonight, I'll still be thinking of you.
( he releases his grip, his last words echoing like firm pluck of the final notes of a song. the cut in his mouth has already healed, but the heat on his face hasn't, and he knows where rinne will go after this if he leaves. for the comfort that doesn't come from him, surely, which is for the best. )
[ Beating him senseless wouldn't have stopped his brother, either. After all those years of mindless training and waiting, he chased after Rinne like Rinne hoped he would, but not once did he ever consider that there was something in Rinne's heart other than duty and infinite kindness. ]
Kyaha! Does that get you off, Shinsaku? Fucking someone you're not supposed to?
[ Yeah, maybe their souls are the same that way. Rinne really wanted this date to be nice and clean, something he won't feel too guilty about when he tells people Takasugi only needed the company, but Takasugi just had to be a romantic. Now Rinne has to fuck this up like everything else he touches. Can't he stop thinking about what he wants for two seconds? He's so pathetic. Why isn't a monarch supposed to show weakness like this, anyway?
Whatever. It's not like Takasugi would get it.
Rinne grips the armrests of Takasugi's seat. He wears an unkind smile as he draws the words out of his throat in cold, swift anger. ]
It's just love. Don't get it twisted.
[ Because there's nothing wrong with it. Even as Rinne kneels before him, thinking about how full his mouth will be while he fiddles with the belt at Takasugi's waist, there's nothing wrong with him at all. ]
( taking that tone with him never bothered him as much before, but now it feels like claws raking across his chest. the callout aside, because yeah, there's absolutely something titillating about doing something he was told he isn't supposed to do, takasugi recalls that last time they were in a semi-public space, rinne's fiddling with his obi and accusing him of thinking of nothing but eking sexual favors out of others a something he hasn't been able to forget, even as time and time again, they found themselves in a position like this because of him.
always because of him. )
When I said my appetite, I wasn't... I didn't mean this. I meant you, in general.
( and yet, his body is still reacting, isn't it? even as takasugi hurriedly snatches both of rinne's thicker wrists in his hands to hold them still, to stop him from going further. he holds them up and out in front of him, exhaling and inhaling sharply for the sudden tension building.
but takasugi's hips are itching to move, just like all those clueless love songs he learned to play going on into his adult years, and he can't help but flex his leg muscles instinctively for the sudden offer. all too easily, his skin is on fire for the unobtainable that's suddenly become a touch too obtainable, brows furrowing for what he should say next. )
"It's just love". Haven't I been trying to show you how I love you all day, saying you hold my heart in you now?
[ To his credit, his hands stay still. He keeps his smile light and easy. No longer is he looking at Takasugi as if he is eager to punish or reward him for any bad or good he might have done to his heart. But, his gaze remains. ]
It's just love, Sugisugi. It ain't forbidden or illegal or whatever excuse you got. Don't think about it too hard. It's been on your mind, yeah? I can tell. But I toldja, didn't I? They'll start talking about stupid shit like that either way, so we should just do it.
[ Do it, so he can stop whatever ache is left in Takasugi's chest. Then maybe, as he touches Takasugi without a word uttered about the truth in his heart, Rinne can start healing it. ]
("because you said it was in the first place", he wants to say. that takasugi shouldn't want what he can't have, and he isn't stupid. he's aware of the obstacles in his way, and the lines in the sand that he's already crossed repeatedly. but he's also aware of their last time spent together, of rinne breathing hot air over the thick of him as he slung it further into the back of his throat, and for as strong as he really is, takasugi isn't strong enough to resist all the affection rinne pours into him even when he doesn't ask for it. all the stupidly romantic things he's said during this date of theirs, and it's that smooth, assuming smile of rinne's that gets takasugi's salmon-pink eyes to light up with a frigid fire.
and besides. takasugi would turn this world inside-out to make rinne happy, so why not just give in, if it's exactly what they both want? )
... No. Nevermind what I was thinking. I'm listening, Amagi-kun. Like I said before, all I want is to make memories together.
( no matter what.
even if his own smile might falter again at some point, or he gets further consumed by this obsession pulsing relentlessly beneath his skin that he's been trying to manage. the soft glow of the theater screen starts to play through what seems like the final half of the film beyond them. the couple at the far end, up close to the projector, sits resiliently and unaware. takasugi, holding rinne with a delicate insistence, feels that familiar pang of arousal travel down his cheeks and into his gut.
as that soothing scent envelops him, takasugi feels an almost hypnotic urge. he lowers those larger hands of rinne's to press them into the flesh of his thighs tight, drawing them maddeningly slow up and over to rest against the erection in the center of his hips. then he urges rinne's fingerprints against the shape of him that's begun to fill out in his jeans with his own hands, persistent. )
But... why is it back to Sugisugi all of a sudden? What happened to Shinsaku?
Edited (last one i stg) Date: 2025-08-29 04:07 am (UTC)
[ And when Takasugi begs him to stay, he can't. The white cut of his fangs and the clear sky in his eyes can still be seen even as he kneels against the projector light. Shadows cast shades of blue over his face as he unfastens everything in his way. Neither the odds against them nor the taste of the red they share are here now. All that's on his mind is this beautiful body and its hard, thick heat. ]
You said you'd do anything to let me know you hold me dear, yeah? This ain't too different.
[ But it is. Especially here where people might see, and now in the way Rinne tugs Takasugi's jeans down to pull out what he's been aching for. His ears flatten and burn as he sighs against Takasugi, letting the warm weight and skin prod at his bangs and rest on his cheek. As his palm maps the girth of it, the veins along the shaft get a kiss or seven, all filthy suckles loud enough for anyone who dared to listen. ]
I love this, Shinsaku. If you love me, you'll let me have it. You can even tell me I'm a good boy while I'm at it.
[ Because blood in his mouth isn't something he hates, really. Just the pain that comes with it. But when Takasugi's words and the souls in their necks sweeten each shameful encounter, they only tell him to make the memory even better. ]
How could you be anything but good, with the noises you're making?
( every filthy pop along his tip makes takasugi seize up, his hands now free to scrabble along the surface of each armrest and sink his claws into them.
briefly, he wonders why he hasn't found a way to do the same for rinne, always being denied. how he could do this too, even if he's never done it before, his cock throbbing in imagination for the way he would hesitantly admit to being a virgin born again in this aspect and get to work. but it fades away quickly thanks to what he needs to address in the now, beads of sweat starting to form for how easily rinne wins him over when he starts talking about love while palming him so sweetly.
takasugi breathes out heavily, eyes softening as he glances down at the gorgeous creature beneath. he lets his vulnerability shine in his gaze willingly around rinne, like an animal might in revealing its neck to a predator, something he might typically only do with others after a night of heavy drinking. and then he lifts a hand to fix the messy locks of rinne's hair in front of him, resisting the urge to nudge his hips in wanting to make rinne feel appreciated.
feel special to him. because he is, the bright fire of him so enticing as it tries to bring takasugi to life, every touch seeping into him like a permanent mark. )
But also, ... good. If you stopped calling me, Shinsaku... I don't know what I'd do. Your one and only Shinsaku. When I hear that name in your mouth like this, it drives me crazy. So love me in the way that only you know how, Amagi-kun. Touch me wherever you want.
Haha. You really love me, huh? Okay. I'll make you remember it, Shinsaku, since I'm so good to you.
[ After all, Rinne said he'd do better next time, didn't he?
Whatever happens next no longer clouds his mind when the scent of his lover fills it. So what if Rinne isn't allowed to do this? If love was so important, they should have given him this right to begin with. He wraps his lips around the head and savors it. He holds his hips and swirls his tongue around the crown, tracing every ridge and fold before he relaxes his ready throat. Hiding his greed is no longer an option. When he's come this far to show Takasugi his affection, he takes him further down the depths of it.
Because he loves the taste of skin on his tongue, and how the shaft fills the empty heat of his mouth. He's not about to tell him about the days he spent perfecting this, imagining both his lovers taking the pleasure the world owes them as he makes them work his wet lips, red from practice. But he does look up at him, breaths through his nose tickling the base. His eyes twinkle with satisfaction and mischief.
The film is approaching its climax. If this moment should ever be cut short by anyone else in this dark, near-empty theater, at least he could say it was fun—so much fun that he wraps his arms around Takasugi's waist and bobs his head faster. ]
( and he'd remember rinne made mention of it, if takasugi could concentrate on anything but lips and tongue coaxing him further.
where rinne had wrenched his eyes shut during their very first intimate encounter, now he stares up at him clear-eyed and determined, and too many words want to tumble out of takasugi's mouth. compliments for his technique, definitely, and questions for how he came to improve so quickly after that intense incident in the small bathroom of his lonesome little rowhouse, but all that comes out instead is a shuddering groan between parted lips.
he melts, a hand still on the armrest digging down for dear life as rinne draws further and further down his length for every bob, claws burrowing into the fake leather fabric until it starts to tear. the sweet scent of amber moves through him as everything else is hot and slippery, like rinne is trying to reach the very core of his being with his focus. the tip of takasugi's cock brushes swiftly over and over against the entrance of rinne's throat, and it's like his vision is starting to blur with stars, the imprinting never making this trip down the path of wanting simple.
and maybe the couple down there is starting to shift in their seats, clutching at their bags, but takasugi doesn't care anymore.
any semblance of logic that was left in his mind is thrown to the wind. )
Love it, when you...
( he trails off, all heavy-lidded eyes and slightly slack-jawed, and maybe it doesn't matter if he can't expel the demons that were him wanting this more and more, this unspeakable excitement that he spoke about so casually. as rinne wraps around his waist, takasugi lifts the hand off his lover's head and indulges further, recalling the way those same hands had explored the soft flesh of his nipple to breathe life into him, the shards of pain back then pulsing just as warmly as the hum of pleasure in every vein does now.
he slips that hand under his shirt, pinching the areola between two fingers as he leans back into the creaking seat. )
[ It's hard to believe there was a time he didn't like doing this. Even now, a part of him thinks imprinting is unforgivable. But the brush of a hand is nothing compared to the way Takasugi overloads all his senses, the beauty of him trembling in his seat at the touch of Rinne's throat, his moans a melody that guide Rinne's rhythm. If he could become one with anything the way Takasugi makes him want to melt into him, he's afraid he might do it forever. Maybe he would, if Takasugi asked him to. Takasugi almost tells him what he loves and Rinne tries to complete his sentence in his head, searching his body for an answer.
When Rinne glances up, he finds it.
The weight of Takasugi's cock slides out of Rinne's mouth with a wet pop. Still hungry, Rinne pulls Takasugi's wrists away and licks a thick, wet stripe up Takasugi's stomach, letting the each ridge guide him until he closes his mouth around the stiffening peak there. He means to ask him about it, to make Takasugi tell him all the places he wants Rinne's mouth on, but the texture is new, and so is the way Takasugi moves against him. Instead, Rinne hums into his skin. The sound vibrates against every nerve ending, hoping his voice finds its place in Takasugi's soul like it did that day he sang for someone he didn't think would listen. ]
Shinsaku.
[ Rinne sucks on his nipple with renewed fervor. One claw snakes around Takasugi's waist while the other strokes him in the hopes of coaxing out another plea. Though a dull, grinding ache gnaws at Rinne's knees, he lets it burn, and though he knows the couple at the front needs to leave the theater sooner or later, nothing on this earth could ever make him stop.
Not even the fangs that sink into the hard curve of Takasugi's chest. ]
( in a far-off, deeply felt landscape there lies a takasugi that would only feel vexed to be so dizzy and to have his breath taken away. but here, he isn't confined to the floor, sweating alone as the rest of the world passes on by. here, the color in his cheeks over the taut lean of a heaving chest washes with a warm recognition as rinne closes down on it, and if the ceiling inside this theater could become a skylight, then the stars above would all be popping into view right now for how the bite breaks his stubborn, passion-closed throat open for the very first time.
despite all his scolding for following tradition and in being the first to break rules, being the firstborn son of a samurai still instilled in takasugi a strong sense of dignity. as the teasing around the hard point of his nipple loosens him, so does the soft panting when edged with a more delicate whine.
after all, who knew being devoured like this was just as much fun as being the one to devour? his voice cracks, every suckle of skin between the painful pressure making him arch his back so that it's easier to feel the curve of him. he gently brings his discarded hand over to thread his fingers through the back of rinne's head, pressing him down and into his chest like one might do to a feeding child. )
A-Ahm... Amahgi-kun, ... right there—
( the hum of rinne's voice fills him, and takasugi idly hopes through the frantic stroking when combined with the delicious attention to his chest, that it might actually create a melody with every choked moan of his that manages to escape. that he might hear the opposite eventually, all the things he pictures when laying alone at night still clutching to some fabric that still carries rinne's scent, bucking his hips as he paints himself to imagine the two of them surrounded by the autumnal grasses that caress them as they caress each other.
takasugi lifts a leg to try and curl it, but there's little room and little time. he shoves it shakily against rinne's side.
as fingers slide persistent over the loose head of his cock, he snaps his eyes shut, his abdomen jumping. he jerks, gritting teeth as he spills himself over rinne's hand in stronger shoots than their last time spent together, that armrest going to need a replacement for how he's torn it open to reveal the foam padding inside. )
[His jaw relaxes his bite. Fangs unsheath from Takasugi's flesh. The hot mess in Rinne's hand barely stays there, trickling down the shaft as Rinne keeps his grip tight near the head, parallel to Takasugi's chest. Like his hips, Takasugi's voice is a sweet, unfettered thing, but as the credits roll and Rinne slowly comes to, reality settles back in his gut and on his shoulders as he tastes the same red he feared on his tongue. He jerks his head back, wiping his spit-wet lips with the back of his hand.]
...Fuck! Takasugi-san, I'm sorry. I just—
[He just, what? Felt too good? As pleasant as it was to feel fingers thread through his hair and hold him close to a man's broad chest, Rinne's face twists in self-disgust. Pleasure is no excuse for hurting someone weaker. That makes him no better than a beast. A god. A monster.
Rinne has half a mind to leave, but his ears twitch at the sound of footsteps. The couple is about to leave. As they approach their row of seats, Rinne crowds Takasugi and pulls him into a hug quickly, before he can see what he's done to him.]
( the gentle tip tap of heels passing them by on the way to the exit of the theater is distinct in his ears, but takasugi isn't sure he cares anymore. not while he's coming down from the high of being bitten, and now being held, the weight of all that fragile good in rinne pressed against him for protection. takasugi doesn't need to see the wound on him to feel how tender it still is, either, the sting of teeth still pulsing under a shirt that's still rolled up slightly against his chest.
there's a quick flash of light as a door opens, and then they're left alone in the darkness again. )
If you're a pervert, then what am I?
( takasugi buries his face into a neck that's suddenly so close, breathing out shakily against it. )
Your skin feels so hot. I take it... the whole of this wasn't part of your date plan? Not that I mind, obviously. Even now, you're worried about something that isn't a big deal, over letting your impulse control slip. But everything thaws when exposed to heat, Amagi-kun.
( to catch fire and burn easily, too, is something people just do.
takasugi tilts his head to press lips and plant a far more chaste kiss on the side of rinne's face, bringing something cool to warm skin. )
[Rinne whimpers at the contact, burying his burning face into Takasugi's neck in turn. He's careful not to put any pressure on the chest wounds, silently praying they'll heal right before the day is over. He expects to be punished. He expects a quick show of anger, just to get the point across. Then Rinne feels lips on his neck, and he's not sure why, but the tenderness almost makes him want to cry. Among all those he looked to for guidance, Takasugi is too soft on him — softer than he knows what to do with.
The tears spill before he can stop them.]
I just wish I were more like you. I can't control what I want. I hate myself so much, Taka— Sh-Shinsaku.
[He forces the name out after a shiver and a sob, as if it were a conscious decision for him up to this point every single time.]
( it cuts through like lightning, those words and that hesitation.
what can takasugi do except hold him back? rinne says, "i wish i were more like you", but takasugi is somehow always making him cry. he's pushed too far. he should ask for less. he recalls the way rinne had lied, claiming he was happy as he wet his lips against a glass, and takasugi pulls him in tighter, damp bangs and sweat still clinging to his own forehead. the brief shudder in rinne's shoulders rumbles through the thinner muscle of his chest, reaching past his ribs to where takasugi has long grown to try and be more reassuring. where a dead man can't change, he actually has, rinne trimming away at the edges of his soul to carve out his own space.
takasugi rubs that broad back, the creak of his seat the only other sound besides rinne's snuffling. )
... What can I do to make you happy, Amagi-kun? If spending time together isn't enough, and sharing my heart with you isn't enough, then how can I make sure that beautiful smile stays on your face?
( he says it just above a whisper, aware that it doesn't really matter how quiet he gets with those ears of theirs. aware that he won't get a proper answer. )
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Date: 2025-08-27 03:36 pm (UTC)but there's no fun retort to being called cute. )
My friends... the ones who are all dead, you mean? Ahh. Well. I... maybe I don't like to talk about it all that much, admittedly. But in the academy, there was another I was super close to, named Kusaka. Kusaka Genzui. We were the two standout students, often butting heads over the most stupid thing you can think of, textbooks open in our laps. We'd known each other since childhood, and maybe that's why he felt the need to try and scold me, always getting on my last nerve. When his family began to pass away one by one, I was even there to lend him an ear. But you know how it goes after that, I'm sure. Kusaka went off on his own without me, took his own life, and then I...
( it hurts to talk about this. it probably won't ever stop hurting.
but that's just the way it is, isn't it, as a former servant—these lingering thoughts and feelings have nowhere to go most of the time. takasugi releases a brief, shaky breath, trying to focus on the touch and the anxious beating of a heart in a boney, now living chest instead of his own pointless chatter. )
What I'm really scared of is losing you at some point, Amagi-kun, even just as a friend. So if you scar me somehow, ... I won't mind. At least, that way, I can take the pain with me everywhere.
( this is the way takasugi ruins this date, probably. he should do something actually cute, he knows. beg for attention? ... he's already done that, plenty of times. they should be rolling on the floor in excitement, or holding each other dramatically in an alley while rain is pouring down on them, and just... no. okay. all he wants now, is...
to lean over, and rest his cheek against rinne's shoulder. and so he does, pitifully, like it'll actually help alleviate the suddenly somber mood some. )
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Date: 2025-08-28 12:00 am (UTC)Gingerly, Rinne threads his fingers into Takasugi's hair, his warm cheek pressed against Takasugi's own.]
Why do you always have to be in pain? Can't you remember me and be happy?
I'm sorry. If you want to tell me about him, go ahead. If you want to keep quiet, that's okay, too. I'm sure Kusaka was just thinking about you. He didn't want to keep relying on you. You were just a little older, but you were both so young, Shinsaku.
[Softly, he murmurs in his ear:]
No one can see us in a place like this. If there's anything you want to do, now's the time to do it. I can leave if that's better for you, but if you need me...
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Date: 2025-08-28 02:33 am (UTC)( maybe he says it too quickly. too awkwardly, coming off too strong.
for as much as rinne is starting to call him "-nii-san", he's really acting like anything but right now. rinne says things that seem sweet, but why shouldn't kusaka have relied on him, when they were sworn brothers and maybe could have been more? now he's gone and burdened rinne with that knowledge and the need to make excuses for the dead. who was the one who'd said these were all just different sides to the same man again?
... right. that's right. it had been him.
he lifts his face off rinne a bit to catch his breath, still looking ahead while being held, unaware that he was even holding it while waiting for a response to all that truth. he lifts a hand to press it against rinne's chest, searching for the rhythm of his heartbeat while finding purchase in the fabric to tug him in close. the blood-beat tempo pulses through the fold beneath his clenched palm. the movie, long forgotten, blasts out a droll tune as it moves to a scene of a blinding shoreline. )
So paint the inside of my mouth with that clear voice of yours, Amagi-kun. Whenever you hold me like this, it feels like all the hurt smooths out for the better.
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Date: 2025-08-28 11:10 am (UTC)I love you, [ he whispers between catches of breath, ] I love you so much.
[ The power to heal someone with one touch. Whenever he kisses someone like this, somehow it feels like everything he's ever wanted. If there's anything he's grateful for now, it's being the very thing the film before them fears. ]
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Date: 2025-08-28 01:30 pm (UTC)but to the words, "i love you", all he can think to do is ask for, )
More, ... Amagi-kun. More,
( an ear flicks and folds down, takasugi pawing at the front of rinne's shirt. let them be beasts brought to life that indulge in their desires, then. he'll happily enjoy the honey that collects in rinne's hands as he tries to feed him, and as that thought crosses takasugi's mind, he purposefully catches a canine against his own tongue, cutting it open to mix his warm blood with spit and pass it breathlessly between them. )
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Date: 2025-08-28 02:13 pm (UTC)What... was that?
[ Even a trace is enough to fill his lungs and harden him where he shouldn't. ]
i'm laughing
Date: 2025-08-28 02:26 pm (UTC)( it all comes to a stop abruptly with the jerk of his head in reverse. ow? )
What is what?
( his cheeks glow in the dark, flushed with excitement, where his mouth is beginning to fill with that familiar metallic taste. )
he's innocent
Date: 2025-08-28 02:40 pm (UTC)Why didn't you stop, you— [ He groans. ] You cut yourself, you moron. I coulda bitten your tongue off!
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Date: 2025-08-28 03:06 pm (UTC)( he says it with such confidence. )
But also, what. Why stop? I thought it'd be nice to give you a little something extra in the midst of our heated session. Maybe it was a little unprompted, but didn't you mention you were feeling hungry?
( and while he's well aware of all the complications that come with doing this... well. whatever. details. he sucks at the skin inside his mouth, waiting for the cut to close. )
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Date: 2025-08-28 03:36 pm (UTC)[ But that's not all he's worried about. He remembers the last time he tasted Takasugi's blood. Strawberry season had just ended, but the flavor was still on his tongue as he drank in their kiss, Takasugi coughing all that warm, metallic red into his mouth. The strawberries from their hometown used to burst the same way when he and Hiiro would eat them together on summer mornings...
Rinne knows exactly what came over him back then. He isn't about to let it take over now. Fear and anxiety seize and shut him up, but that's a good thing. It means his body is more than ready to stand up and leave. ]
Sorry. I lost my appetite.
[ So he does. ]
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Date: 2025-08-28 04:45 pm (UTC)true to the movies, takasugi shoots a hand out to grasp rinne's wrist as he's making to leave. )
Well, I haven't. My appetite for you hasn't been sated at all, and at this rate, it might never be. You pull all these terrible answers out of me because you want to know me, and then you leave at the first minute I make a mistake? Where have I seen this before, do you think, our similar souls always nipping at each other's heels all the time? But that's fine. It's alright if getting to know each other more intimately isn't easy. It's not like that's going to deter me or anything. Someone would have go to great lengths to get me to stop pursuing you. Beat me senseless, maybe.
( which sounds bad, right? okay. moving on. )
Whatever you deem fit to bring with you on our outing under the moonlight... I'll look forward to it. I'll be there, to share in this forbidden something together, and when my head hits the pillow tonight, I'll still be thinking of you.
( he releases his grip, his last words echoing like firm pluck of the final notes of a song. the cut in his mouth has already healed, but the heat on his face hasn't, and he knows where rinne will go after this if he leaves. for the comfort that doesn't come from him, surely, which is for the best. )
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Date: 2025-08-28 05:47 pm (UTC)Then, a twitch at the corner of his lip. ]
Forbidden?
[ Beating him senseless wouldn't have stopped his brother, either. After all those years of mindless training and waiting, he chased after Rinne like Rinne hoped he would, but not once did he ever consider that there was something in Rinne's heart other than duty and infinite kindness. ]
Kyaha! Does that get you off, Shinsaku? Fucking someone you're not supposed to?
[ Yeah, maybe their souls are the same that way. Rinne really wanted this date to be nice and clean, something he won't feel too guilty about when he tells people Takasugi only needed the company, but Takasugi just had to be a romantic. Now Rinne has to fuck this up like everything else he touches. Can't he stop thinking about what he wants for two seconds? He's so pathetic. Why isn't a monarch supposed to show weakness like this, anyway?
Whatever. It's not like Takasugi would get it.
Rinne grips the armrests of Takasugi's seat. He wears an unkind smile as he draws the words out of his throat in cold, swift anger. ]
It's just love. Don't get it twisted.
[ Because there's nothing wrong with it. Even as Rinne kneels before him, thinking about how full his mouth will be while he fiddles with the belt at Takasugi's waist, there's nothing wrong with him at all. ]
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Date: 2025-08-28 06:58 pm (UTC)( taking that tone with him never bothered him as much before, but now it feels like claws raking across his chest. the callout aside, because yeah, there's absolutely something titillating about doing something he was told he isn't supposed to do, takasugi recalls that last time they were in a semi-public space, rinne's fiddling with his obi and accusing him of thinking of nothing but eking sexual favors out of others a something he hasn't been able to forget, even as time and time again, they found themselves in a position like this because of him.
always because of him. )
When I said my appetite, I wasn't... I didn't mean this. I meant you, in general.
( and yet, his body is still reacting, isn't it? even as takasugi hurriedly snatches both of rinne's thicker wrists in his hands to hold them still, to stop him from going further. he holds them up and out in front of him, exhaling and inhaling sharply for the sudden tension building.
but takasugi's hips are itching to move, just like all those clueless love songs he learned to play going on into his adult years, and he can't help but flex his leg muscles instinctively for the sudden offer. all too easily, his skin is on fire for the unobtainable that's suddenly become a touch too obtainable, brows furrowing for what he should say next. )
"It's just love". Haven't I been trying to show you how I love you all day, saying you hold my heart in you now?
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Date: 2025-08-28 07:25 pm (UTC)[ To his credit, his hands stay still. He keeps his smile light and easy. No longer is he looking at Takasugi as if he is eager to punish or reward him for any bad or good he might have done to his heart. But, his gaze remains. ]
It's just love, Sugisugi. It ain't forbidden or illegal or whatever excuse you got. Don't think about it too hard. It's been on your mind, yeah? I can tell. But I toldja, didn't I? They'll start talking about stupid shit like that either way, so we should just do it.
[ Do it, so he can stop whatever ache is left in Takasugi's chest. Then maybe, as he touches Takasugi without a word uttered about the truth in his heart, Rinne can start healing it. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 03:44 am (UTC)( "because you said it was in the first place", he wants to say. that takasugi shouldn't want what he can't have, and he isn't stupid. he's aware of the obstacles in his way, and the lines in the sand that he's already crossed repeatedly. but he's also aware of their last time spent together, of rinne breathing hot air over the thick of him as he slung it further into the back of his throat, and for as strong as he really is, takasugi isn't strong enough to resist all the affection rinne pours into him even when he doesn't ask for it. all the stupidly romantic things he's said during this date of theirs, and it's that smooth, assuming smile of rinne's that gets takasugi's salmon-pink eyes to light up with a frigid fire.
and besides. takasugi would turn this world inside-out to make rinne happy, so why not just give in, if it's exactly what they both want? )
... No. Nevermind what I was thinking. I'm listening, Amagi-kun. Like I said before, all I want is to make memories together.
( no matter what.
even if his own smile might falter again at some point, or he gets further consumed by this obsession pulsing relentlessly beneath his skin that he's been trying to manage. the soft glow of the theater screen starts to play through what seems like the final half of the film beyond them. the couple at the far end, up close to the projector, sits resiliently and unaware. takasugi, holding rinne with a delicate insistence, feels that familiar pang of arousal travel down his cheeks and into his gut.
as that soothing scent envelops him, takasugi feels an almost hypnotic urge. he lowers those larger hands of rinne's to press them into the flesh of his thighs tight, drawing them maddeningly slow up and over to rest against the erection in the center of his hips. then he urges rinne's fingerprints against the shape of him that's begun to fill out in his jeans with his own hands, persistent. )
But... why is it back to Sugisugi all of a sudden? What happened to Shinsaku?
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Date: 2025-08-29 06:35 am (UTC)[ And when Takasugi begs him to stay, he can't. The white cut of his fangs and the clear sky in his eyes can still be seen even as he kneels against the projector light. Shadows cast shades of blue over his face as he unfastens everything in his way. Neither the odds against them nor the taste of the red they share are here now. All that's on his mind is this beautiful body and its hard, thick heat. ]
You said you'd do anything to let me know you hold me dear, yeah? This ain't too different.
[ But it is. Especially here where people might see, and now in the way Rinne tugs Takasugi's jeans down to pull out what he's been aching for. His ears flatten and burn as he sighs against Takasugi, letting the warm weight and skin prod at his bangs and rest on his cheek. As his palm maps the girth of it, the veins along the shaft get a kiss or seven, all filthy suckles loud enough for anyone who dared to listen. ]
I love this, Shinsaku. If you love me, you'll let me have it. You can even tell me I'm a good boy while I'm at it.
[ Because blood in his mouth isn't something he hates, really. Just the pain that comes with it. But when Takasugi's words and the souls in their necks sweeten each shameful encounter, they only tell him to make the memory even better. ]
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Date: 2025-08-29 12:09 pm (UTC)( every filthy pop along his tip makes takasugi seize up, his hands now free to scrabble along the surface of each armrest and sink his claws into them.
briefly, he wonders why he hasn't found a way to do the same for rinne, always being denied. how he could do this too, even if he's never done it before, his cock throbbing in imagination for the way he would hesitantly admit to being a virgin born again in this aspect and get to work. but it fades away quickly thanks to what he needs to address in the now, beads of sweat starting to form for how easily rinne wins him over when he starts talking about love while palming him so sweetly.
takasugi breathes out heavily, eyes softening as he glances down at the gorgeous creature beneath. he lets his vulnerability shine in his gaze willingly around rinne, like an animal might in revealing its neck to a predator, something he might typically only do with others after a night of heavy drinking. and then he lifts a hand to fix the messy locks of rinne's hair in front of him, resisting the urge to nudge his hips in wanting to make rinne feel appreciated.
feel special to him. because he is, the bright fire of him so enticing as it tries to bring takasugi to life, every touch seeping into him like a permanent mark. )
But also, ... good. If you stopped calling me, Shinsaku... I don't know what I'd do. Your one and only Shinsaku. When I hear that name in your mouth like this, it drives me crazy. So love me in the way that only you know how, Amagi-kun. Touch me wherever you want.
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Date: 2025-08-29 06:22 pm (UTC)[ After all, Rinne said he'd do better next time, didn't he?
Whatever happens next no longer clouds his mind when the scent of his lover fills it. So what if Rinne isn't allowed to do this? If love was so important, they should have given him this right to begin with. He wraps his lips around the head and savors it. He holds his hips and swirls his tongue around the crown, tracing every ridge and fold before he relaxes his ready throat. Hiding his greed is no longer an option. When he's come this far to show Takasugi his affection, he takes him further down the depths of it.
Because he loves the taste of skin on his tongue, and how the shaft fills the empty heat of his mouth. He's not about to tell him about the days he spent perfecting this, imagining both his lovers taking the pleasure the world owes them as he makes them work his wet lips, red from practice. But he does look up at him, breaths through his nose tickling the base. His eyes twinkle with satisfaction and mischief.
The film is approaching its climax. If this moment should ever be cut short by anyone else in this dark, near-empty theater, at least he could say it was fun—so much fun that he wraps his arms around Takasugi's waist and bobs his head faster. ]
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Date: 2025-09-01 04:26 am (UTC)where rinne had wrenched his eyes shut during their very first intimate encounter, now he stares up at him clear-eyed and determined, and too many words want to tumble out of takasugi's mouth. compliments for his technique, definitely, and questions for how he came to improve so quickly after that intense incident in the small bathroom of his lonesome little rowhouse, but all that comes out instead is a shuddering groan between parted lips.
he melts, a hand still on the armrest digging down for dear life as rinne draws further and further down his length for every bob, claws burrowing into the fake leather fabric until it starts to tear. the sweet scent of amber moves through him as everything else is hot and slippery, like rinne is trying to reach the very core of his being with his focus. the tip of takasugi's cock brushes swiftly over and over against the entrance of rinne's throat, and it's like his vision is starting to blur with stars, the imprinting never making this trip down the path of wanting simple.
and maybe the couple down there is starting to shift in their seats, clutching at their bags, but takasugi doesn't care anymore.
any semblance of logic that was left in his mind is thrown to the wind. )
Love it, when you...
( he trails off, all heavy-lidded eyes and slightly slack-jawed, and maybe it doesn't matter if he can't expel the demons that were him wanting this more and more, this unspeakable excitement that he spoke about so casually. as rinne wraps around his waist, takasugi lifts the hand off his lover's head and indulges further, recalling the way those same hands had explored the soft flesh of his nipple to breathe life into him, the shards of pain back then pulsing just as warmly as the hum of pleasure in every vein does now.
he slips that hand under his shirt, pinching the areola between two fingers as he leans back into the creaking seat. )
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Date: 2025-09-01 04:10 pm (UTC)When Rinne glances up, he finds it.
The weight of Takasugi's cock slides out of Rinne's mouth with a wet pop. Still hungry, Rinne pulls Takasugi's wrists away and licks a thick, wet stripe up Takasugi's stomach, letting the each ridge guide him until he closes his mouth around the stiffening peak there. He means to ask him about it, to make Takasugi tell him all the places he wants Rinne's mouth on, but the texture is new, and so is the way Takasugi moves against him. Instead, Rinne hums into his skin. The sound vibrates against every nerve ending, hoping his voice finds its place in Takasugi's soul like it did that day he sang for someone he didn't think would listen. ]
Shinsaku.
[ Rinne sucks on his nipple with renewed fervor. One claw snakes around Takasugi's waist while the other strokes him in the hopes of coaxing out another plea. Though a dull, grinding ache gnaws at Rinne's knees, he lets it burn, and though he knows the couple at the front needs to leave the theater sooner or later, nothing on this earth could ever make him stop.
Not even the fangs that sink into the hard curve of Takasugi's chest. ]
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Date: 2025-09-02 04:22 am (UTC)despite all his scolding for following tradition and in being the first to break rules, being the firstborn son of a samurai still instilled in takasugi a strong sense of dignity. as the teasing around the hard point of his nipple loosens him, so does the soft panting when edged with a more delicate whine.
after all, who knew being devoured like this was just as much fun as being the one to devour? his voice cracks, every suckle of skin between the painful pressure making him arch his back so that it's easier to feel the curve of him. he gently brings his discarded hand over to thread his fingers through the back of rinne's head, pressing him down and into his chest like one might do to a feeding child. )
A-Ahm... Amahgi-kun, ... right there—
( the hum of rinne's voice fills him, and takasugi idly hopes through the frantic stroking when combined with the delicious attention to his chest, that it might actually create a melody with every choked moan of his that manages to escape. that he might hear the opposite eventually, all the things he pictures when laying alone at night still clutching to some fabric that still carries rinne's scent, bucking his hips as he paints himself to imagine the two of them surrounded by the autumnal grasses that caress them as they caress each other.
takasugi lifts a leg to try and curl it, but there's little room and little time. he shoves it shakily against rinne's side.
as fingers slide persistent over the loose head of his cock, he snaps his eyes shut, his abdomen jumping. he jerks, gritting teeth as he spills himself over rinne's hand in stronger shoots than their last time spent together, that armrest going to need a replacement for how he's torn it open to reveal the foam padding inside. )
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Date: 2025-09-02 05:30 am (UTC)...Fuck! Takasugi-san, I'm sorry. I just—
[He just, what? Felt too good? As pleasant as it was to feel fingers thread through his hair and hold him close to a man's broad chest, Rinne's face twists in self-disgust. Pleasure is no excuse for hurting someone weaker. That makes him no better than a beast. A god. A monster.
Rinne has half a mind to leave, but his ears twitch at the sound of footsteps. The couple is about to leave. As they approach their row of seats, Rinne crowds Takasugi and pulls him into a hug quickly, before he can see what he's done to him.]
Ugh... I'm such a pervert.
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Date: 2025-09-02 02:01 pm (UTC)there's a quick flash of light as a door opens, and then they're left alone in the darkness again. )
If you're a pervert, then what am I?
( takasugi buries his face into a neck that's suddenly so close, breathing out shakily against it. )
Your skin feels so hot. I take it... the whole of this wasn't part of your date plan? Not that I mind, obviously. Even now, you're worried about something that isn't a big deal, over letting your impulse control slip. But everything thaws when exposed to heat, Amagi-kun.
( to catch fire and burn easily, too, is something people just do.
takasugi tilts his head to press lips and plant a far more chaste kiss on the side of rinne's face, bringing something cool to warm skin. )
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Date: 2025-09-02 02:50 pm (UTC)The tears spill before he can stop them.]
I just wish I were more like you. I can't control what I want. I hate myself so much, Taka— Sh-Shinsaku.
[He forces the name out after a shiver and a sob, as if it were a conscious decision for him up to this point every single time.]
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Date: 2025-09-02 03:29 pm (UTC)what can takasugi do except hold him back? rinne says, "i wish i were more like you", but takasugi is somehow always making him cry. he's pushed too far. he should ask for less. he recalls the way rinne had lied, claiming he was happy as he wet his lips against a glass, and takasugi pulls him in tighter, damp bangs and sweat still clinging to his own forehead. the brief shudder in rinne's shoulders rumbles through the thinner muscle of his chest, reaching past his ribs to where takasugi has long grown to try and be more reassuring. where a dead man can't change, he actually has, rinne trimming away at the edges of his soul to carve out his own space.
takasugi rubs that broad back, the creak of his seat the only other sound besides rinne's snuffling. )
... What can I do to make you happy, Amagi-kun? If spending time together isn't enough, and sharing my heart with you isn't enough, then how can I make sure that beautiful smile stays on your face?
( he says it just above a whisper, aware that it doesn't really matter how quiet he gets with those ears of theirs. aware that he won't get a proper answer. )
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