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Yuuji twitch, his wings spread beneath him on the bed sheets, flapping uselessly in an attempt to keep Fushiguro's hands away.
But the black-haired boy merely pins him down, knowing full well that Yuuji wouldn't, isn't going to fight him back with all his strength.
Yuuji can't fight him back because Fushiguro is too precious to him and because Yuuji didn't want to harm a human.
It's against his code.
And Fushiguro plan to take full advantage of it.
"Don't do this, Fushiguro," Yuuji whimpers, trying to protect his white feathers from Fushiguro's grabby hands to no avail.
Fushiguro manages to flip Yuuji around, until Yuuji is face down, stomach press flat against the bed and his wings are nicely presented to Fushiguro.
The pink-haired angel twitch when he feels Fushiguro run his dull nails at the base of his wings, gently scrapping.
"Sorry, Yuuji but I need to do this," Fushiguro whispers, his black yukata coming undone from their earlier struggle. "I can't let you leave. I need you."
Yuuji shakes his head, wings quivering as Fushiguro tugs on his feathers.
He doesn't tug them hard enough to pluck them out just yet but he does tug hard enough to elicit a small but delicious whine from the angel.
Yuuji makes another weak attempt to get Fushiguro off of him by flapping his wings and even that isn't enough to get him off. Fushiguro makes do by pinning Yuuji's hands down with his knees. Ignoring the pleads coming from Yuuji's mouth.
"I can't really make this painless but I can make it quick," Fushiguro promises and he grabs a handful of Yuuji's wings.
Yuuji shakes through it all, begging desperately, promising Fushiguro that he won't leave, he'll stay, he promise, he'll stay here--by Fushiguro's side. But the black-haired male is far too gone, and with one handful of feathers secured in his hand, he pulls back, ripping them away from the base of Yuuji's wings.
A rippling cry escapes Yuuji's lip, the pink-haired angel quivers harshly from the sudden pain.
But he's given no time to rest because Fushiguro's grabbing another handful of feathers and ripping them from Yuuji's wings and he keeps going and going until Fushiguro's greeted by the sight of Yuuji's bare wings.
The skin's pink.
Like salmon pink.
The flesh is really tender.
Swollen red and throbbing painfully and Fushiguro, for once, leans in to offer an apologetic kiss against the tender skin and Yuuji only sobs in response.
Tears, snot and drool on Yuuji's redden face.
The image should make Fushiguro feel bad but he doesn't.
Yuuji looks just as pretty crying like this as he does when he's smiling.
"F-Fushi--"
Fushiguro grabs him by the cheeks, squeezing them together to force a small pout on his angel's face. He forces Yuuji to tilt his head back awkwardly so he can get a good look at his face.
Yuuji's flush and there are marks all over his face.
The utter expression of devastation evident on his face. Probably because it's finally setting in that he just lost his precious wings An angel's wings were their greatest source of pride and Yuuji's had been ripped off by him
It almost feels like he's just taken something precious from Yuuji. And the thought is thrilling.
"Fushiguro...you shouldn't," Yuuji hiccups through his tears.
"Megumi," he counters, smiling when Yuuji darts his glossy eyes away from him.
Yuuji's submissive as he repeats his name. It rolls off of Yuuji's tongue so well and Fushiguro finally gets up so they are no longer in an awkward position.
"Good angel, let's treat your wounds," Fushiguro says.
He offers a stretch hand to Yuuji as if he's not the one that just savagely ripped his wings off. Yuuji's wings still tingle painfully, he can see the piles of feathers that used to belong to him. But now, they're nothing more than a pile of trash in the corner of the room.
His wings quiver the entire time, too unused to being this exposed without the feathers.
"Yuuji?"
The pink-haired angel flinch. Nonetheless, mournfully accepts the stretched hand knowing full well that he can't possibly escape Fushiguro on the ground. If he had his feathers, then maybe he could have escaped but right now, trying to escape would be a losing battle.
With a bitter taste in his mouth, Yuuji lets himself be drag off to wherever Fushiguro wished to go.
Yuuji had no choice, he was Fushiguro's for now.