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A sound of a plate breaking echoed within the room.
Ike stared in mixed horror, astonished, and gradual realization as he shaky pointed in a certain direction, the plate he originally hold had broke into pieces and sprawled on the floor, forgotten. His breath was shallow; it’s as if he just finished a marathon after years never touching any grass. His mouth opened and closed several times wanting to say something to the person whose figure stood leisurely—unaware of the state of another person within the range. There were thousands of words he wanted to say, wanted to scream, yet nothing came out. He was so shocked he couldn’t even feel his lower jaw.
It took several seconds later for the said person to notice stupefied Ike. He blinked several times, hands squeezed out remaining water from his hair with a towel, before calling his name. “Ike? You alright there—oh my god, is that a plate?! Are you okay, Ike?!”
Ike sucked a breath and shook himself out from his stupor. “S-Shu!” he exclaimed. His hand now moved up and down while staring in disbelief, mouth and brain kept repeating the same words over and over like a broken record. “You—you—”
“Me?”
“You—!” It took another second to gather his thoughts in order. “What—what are you wearing?!”
“...Eh?” For a moment, all the panic and worry disappeared and changed into a momentum of confusion. Shu looked down, confused with Ike’s reaction to his choice of clothes. He didn’t forget to wear his clothes after taking a bath, did he?
Nope. Parka and pants, as usual. Pretty simple and light, perfect for daily clothes on off days. Then why did Ike react that badly? He wouldn’t expect him to wear his sorcery costume all day, right?
“Is something wrong with my clothes, Ike?” Shu couldn’t help but raise the question. After all, there must be something more that made his friend react oddly. He laughed a little trying to loose the strange air, “You don’t think I will wear my sorcery attire everyday, do you? Come on, not even Luca does that!”
Ike opened his mouth, ready to say something, but he momentarily paused. How could he, the supposed-to-be the sensible man other than Shu, tell the person himself that he didn’t refer to his entire choice of clothes in general. What he referred to specifically was the most sinful, full of temptation, unfairly short pants Shu currently wore.
He felt like fainting at any second longer as his eyes practically glued to those smooth, nicely built, soft-looking, creamiest thighs he’d ever seen in his entire life. He could feel his rational mind fighting desperately, yet slowly overtaken by nasty thoughts and desperation that had been built up for months; it crawled inside his skin like a boiling oil ran through his veins. His Adam's apple bobbing in thirst and his mind muddled.
…This is bad, Ike turned his body away and covered his mouth. His hand gripped his chest trying to adjust his emotion. He couldn’t lose control now; he was supposed to be one of the sanest among people who lived in this house. Lusting over his own friend—longtime crush—was not the definition of ‘sane’. C’mon, c’mon, myself, you’re better than this! You have to endure! Remember, Shu is a good guy, don’t make him worry, this is your idea for proper courting, just endure it you fuckhead—
“Um, Ike?” Eyes widening, he turned his face and was met with the most tempting sight that even angels would fall straight to hell. The strong smell of soap, long hair dampened with remaining water, and the most prettiest face he’d ever seen he was sure Aphrodite would seethe in jealousy. A pair of purple eyes with— oh my god, Ike could feel the oxygen emptied his lungs—heart shaped pupil stared straight at him, worry glinsted on those gem-like eyes as he placed a hand on his shoulder. “What happened? Is there something wrong? Did you accidentally step on the plate?”
Ike didn’t give an immediate answer. His mind was full of how he could smell Shu at this distance, the heart-shaped pupil he never noticed until now, the way he could see his collarbone from this angle. His mind was so muddled at this point he didn’t even realize the rising spike of mana, courtesy of Shu, gathering the pieces of falling plate and restoring it back. All he could think was how thin his nape is, I want to touch it, oh my god he’s so close no no no no I should endure this I should endure this I should endure this—huh.
He moved his eyes a little bit lower without thinking much, only for his eyes comically widened as he accidentally saw the forbidden pink bud, and then,
“...Ike? Your face… is so red.”
Blood trickled down from Ike’s nose and he fainted straight to Shu’s arm.
After a long consideration and lots of decision making, all of the Luxiem members decided to live together in one giant house.
It was originally Ike’s idea. While they were capable of taking care of themselves, most of them were not the native of the current timeline and some (read: Mysta) had questionable capability in basic survival skills. It was concluded that living together was safer and cheaper as they figured out how to adjust with the current environment with their own respectives jobs.
(It would be less lonely too, but no one had the will to express it openly. It's too embarrassing and all of that sappy stuff.)
Finding the perfect place to live was painstakingly long and hard considering they had to accommodate everyone's needs. Deciding what furniture they wanted to add to their new home was surprisingly harder even if they had an unlimited budget thanks to whatever money Vox had made through his 400 years living. It was so tiring that at some point Ike, the one who made the final decision of their life-changing life choice, almost gave up halfway if he didn't remember the original purpose why he brought this daring option to others.
It was honestly embarrassing and somewhat cringe to admit the real reason why he wanted this to truly happened, but at this point Ikeーand other three, after long and thorough secretive discussionーwas desperate for, to quote certain insane detective, some 'cute as fuck and breedable-looking ass'.
And by ass, they meant their oblivious other member from their cursed conversation and the subject of everyone's affection. They were desperate to know the purple of the group, Yamino Shu, better.
To an intimate level, if it's possible.
A sorcerer with a mysterious background; said to hail from another world, but whether it was the truth or lies was unclear. Not that they had someone to confirm it, as even Vox with his vast knowledge and connection failed to dig even slightest information regarding their tri-color hair group mates.
Nevertheless, Shu was arguably the most valuable member of Luxiem; not only was he unbelievably very helpful to anyone in need, he also knew his way to cease any unnecessary anger or rising argument within the gang just with words. A world without Yamino Shu existed was unthinkable; a nightmare, even. It was indescribable to express how blessed they're for having someone ethereally pretty with divine personality such as Shu as their friend (and hopefully, one day, soon-to-be-romantic partner).
With such a charming personality, wanting to know him better was something that was bound to happen. And what's a better option than living together in one same rooftop?
(To be honest, Ike felt ashamed because his very selfish reason was his trigger to make this daring decision, but then againーhe was very, very desperate.
What he didn’t account for was the aftermath impact of his decision. If someone had to blame who created his hell in the form of humane desire temptation, Ike had no one expect himself to blame.)
Vox thought of himself as a man of control.
He was a voice demon who had faced many tragedies, horror, and worldly desires within his more than 400 hundred years of living. While he still could feel emotion, at this point there was nothing that could shake him to the core of his soul.
Or at least, that was what he originally thought.
Until he was faced with probably the biggest crisis of his entire life. Something that made him truly, truly contemplate what action he should take, else he might regret it until the very end of the world. He didn’t want to hurt anybody—especially the closest people he had now.
But in all honesty, what could he do when the love of his life, the most beautiful soul he had ever lied upon in sight, was making tea in the kitchen while oozing most possibly, or at least the mild version of—in the name of all Gods existed in the heavenly realm— aphrodisiac?
Vox placed a hand on his chest trying to gather his thoughts and hid himself on the hallway. Shu shouldn't see him like this. He needed to calm down. This couldn't be happening; he just wanted to take a drink! Not to all of sudden being greeted by the shocking reveal that perhaps Shu, the man of his dream, was actually an, uh , an incubus ー
He shook his head briskly. No, no, it's just my imagination, he repeated it like a mantra. After some moments of trying to calm his heart, Vox sighed in preparedness and took one brave step. He was sure it was just a simple trick by his own mind. That tempting smell was just him mistaking human's parfum as something else.
Shu is a sorcerer, not an incubus. I was just imagining thingsーoh my god he's definitely an incubus.
Vox's iron will immediately crumbled in mere seconds as the strong smell of aphrodisiac hit his nostril like a strong wave of ocean. He was practically drooled at the sight of Shu wearing nothing but painfully short pants that show a glimpse of his beautiful, plump ass combined with a comfy sweater. He looked so fluffy yet sexy that it made something in between his legs couldn't help but start to act up.
"Mm?" As if he sensed the cue, the sorcerer turned his head to his direction. "Vox? You're still awake at this hour?"
"Huh?" The demon broke from his daze and stared at him dumbfoundedly. It took him a moment to realize that one, he was hard, and two , Shu was waiting for an answer. It took him a lifetime of experience to not falter and swiftly hid the bulge on his pants with the nearest pan he could reach, keeping the charming smile with all of his might.
“Well, I—” What was he going to do again? Vox couldn’t remember. Did it even matter anymore? “—uh, yes. I was streaming before and forgot to fill my bottle, so here I am.”
Shu hummed. “Streaming, huh? I don’t remember seeing your channel on my subscription list…”
Fuck. Vox totally forgot Shu was an avid watcher of their side job streaming. “It—It was a membership stream! Unarchived one! Maybe you didn’t see it because I have ended the stream and it was unimportant anyway since only a hundred or so watched it on live and uhhhhh—” Vox was sweating hard, not even understanding what he was talking about. At this point he was letting his mouth run around by itself, creating lies after lies. He had to avert the topic or else he would babble more nonsense like a damn fool he was. “W-what about you, Shu?! It’s rare for you to make tea at this hour!”
“...Oh, yeah,” It took a beat before Shu answered his question. He turned to the cup he was holding and lifting it up to his mouth, “Mm… I don’t even know either. Maybe I’m just craving something warm?”
Vox blinked as he watched the man sipped his drink, for a moment forgetting about his internal crisis and whatnot. He hadn’t taken a proper look at Shu’s appearance outside his… scandalous outfit and didn’t realize he was wearing a cooling patch and thick scarf slinged on his shoulders. His complex was a little bit paler than usual, too. It was clear that Shu wasn’t feeling good today.
“Shu… are you okay?” Vox asked in worry, guilt washed all of his entire sense. He felt dumb for not realizing sooner and rather focusing more on his mere appearance like an animal in heat. Disappointment was an understatement to describe what he felt right now toward his own self. “Have you eaten anything? Do you want me to cook something?”
“Ah, don’t worry,” Shu offered a small smile. “I’m okay. It’s just, um, you know? Like, when girls have their periodic blood? But in my case I get a week or less fever once in a month. It will be cured by itself so don’t worry about it.”
Vox stared. Slowly, carefully processing what Shu had told him word by word, connecting each sentences, gears spun inside his head full force, and,
“...Huh.”
It was the only thing Vox could utter.
He understood what he tried to explain, but the analogy was so unexpected he found it really hot and sexy. Yet all Vox could do was nod and smile lest his already calmed down junior might act up by itself. It’s not good to be horny in the presence of a sick person.
“Oh, by the way, Vox?”
“What is it, Shu—” he widened his eyes when Shu came closer and sniffed his neck. “?! Shu?!”
“You,” Vox blushed hard, feeling the foreign tickling his skin. He was too stunned to say or even move a muscle. “Have an abundant energy inside you. Mind if I eat it?”
“E—?!?!?”
Vox let out the most incoherent noise he’d ever made in a century. All he could was locking eyes with a pair of pleading purple eyes, head spinning and eyes staggering with all the blood rushing to one certain direction under.
He didn’t know what to answer. Or to be exact, he didn’t know whether his mind was in the right state to construct a coherent, easy to understand, socially acceptable answer for that kind of information he got. He could understand what Shu tried to imply—it was obvious enough there was nothing to guess—, but was very sure his junior couldn’t survive for another day if he dared to dive down deeper to this topic. It was practically crying and shaking at this point, fighting for its life with his pants zipper to see the vast world behind the slimy cloth.
To put in simple words, Vox was utterly, shamelessly turned on.
“Yes,” breathless and utterly fixated, Vox nodded briskly. “It’s alright. Eat me however you want, princess.”
“Well, then,” Shu closed his eyes and leaned his head. “Thanks for the food.”
…
Hm?
Vox frowned. He didn't feel anything happened. Rather, he felt like something was being snatched for him yet he didn't know what it was. But somehow, he felt a little bit clearer and his pants no longer felt tight, as if the previous rush of adrenaline and lust magically disappeared within seconds.
This was unnatural, even for a demon. Yet he couldn't detect any mana movement nor someone's presence beside Shu in this room. But if Vox hadn't done anything to his own body, which meant the culprit behind his current state was…
The demon raised his face to meet with Shu munching. His face was shut in concentration as his cheek was bulging, not unlike a taster trying a new variant of product.
"Mm," he covered his mouth before speaking. "Your emotion is a little bit spicy. Did you just watch porn or something?"
Vox blushed and raised his other arm. He didn't realize he had still been holding the pan to cover his now non-existent bulge. "No! No. I'm not."
Shu eyed him for a bit before shrugging. "It's okay, I won't judge. Thanks, by the way, for the meal."
Vox was about to open his mouth asking further questions but it was cut down by a yawn. "Sorry," said Shu. "I think I'm gonna go straight to bed after this. What you saying?"
"...No," the demon shook his head and offered a small smile. "It's not important. Good night, Shu. Do tell us if you need assistance."
"You really don’t have to but thank you. Good nightー" another yawn. "ーVox."
Vox watched as Shu passed him, eyes drooping and steps a little bit staggered. He flinched as the smell of faint aphrodisiac hit his nostril again; inviting the burning sensation that had disappeared mysteriously to come back. His eyes immediately went straight to the exposed thighs and knees when Shu had completely passed him, gaze fixated straight on those pair of heavenly features until the man completely disappeared by the hallway.
After a moment of silence, Vox finally let out a staggered breath followed with a nervous chuckle. "What the fuck," he mumbled. He didn't feel horny as before, but the experience had left him boneless and overall speechlessーif he had to make a comparison, it was far more extreme than the afterpost of ejaculation.
If he had some doubt left whether Shu was truly a supernatural creature or not before, now all of it had been obliterated to the void.
What a night.
(Later Vox found out through Onigiri that, no, Shu wasn't an incubus. It was just a part of the body modification of a high-level sorcerer as they would use consume ability to destroy the spirit's core. Eating emotion was the aftereffects of said abilityーsomething akin to pallette craving, he said.
Vox wanted to oppose it. Not a normal human could have such a tempting smell and prettiest legs ever. Onigiri was just bluffing, he was sure of it.)
(No, Vox was not in denial. He of course knew that high density of mana, especially owned by high-level sorcerers, had an interesting effect on demons. It was one of the most basic knowledgeーit had no relation to his belief!
Shut up, Onigiri, it's not a conspiracy theory! You should smell Shu's scentーon the second thought, hell no. I forbid you to smell him. Oi. Onigiri. Where are you going? Onigiri, hey, come back. Don't give me that face, buddy, or I'll cry. Oi, Onigiriー!)
Living together with everyone was surprisingly pog .
There would be something new he would discover everyday, from waking up to coming back from his job. Whether it’s about everyone’s unique daily routine, how they handle certain things, some magic things here and there, sudden information exchange between him and the renowned detective (Mysta was an oddball, wasn’t he?), and so on.
All in all, it was the poggest of the pog . In other words, it was pog!
But, there was one unpog thing, which was…
“Shu… what are you doing?”
The sorcerer turned his head and faced Luca whose face twisted in unpleasantness. “I just want to go to the mini market two blocks there. What’s wrong? Is there something you want to buy?”
“No, it’s just that… mmmh,” his eyes wandered down and blushed. He, the mafia boss, was blushing just because of the way his crush dressed.
As young as he was, Luca was still a mafia boss. He had seen plenty of both women and men dressed in interesting choices of clothes; some were for the purpose to induce lust, and some were for fashion statements. He respected all of it, of course, as clothes had no gender.
But it didn’t mean he would be immune to the sight of his crush, the love of his life, wearing something so… so… cute and sexy and decided to go out with this!
His eyes shifted to the small gap between his short pants and the stocking, eyeing how the rubber clinged to his thighs creating two soft mounds asking to be touched, kissed, worshiped for an entire lifetime—oh my god I’m losing my mind this is too unpog.
“Uh, uuhhh,” Luca threw his face to the nearest stall where everyone hung their coats and jackets. His gaze fell to one of his overcoats, recently used after a short visit to his headquarters so it was still considerably clean, and grabbed it swiftly. He then draped it on Shu’s shoulder and immediately tied it up ignoring Shu’s surprising noise.
“Wear this,” he said—no, commanded . He refused to let any stranger have even the smallest peek of Shu’s divine skin.
“What?” exclaimed Shu flabbergasted. “But, but it’s still noon! You know how hot it is today, right?”
Luca scrunched his face. He wasn’t wrong. Today was pretty hot, especially in the mid of the day. But he still loathed the idea of letting Shu go out while wearing criminally short loose pants, combined with plain colored stocking similar to the colored one he used to wear on job. It was such a heavenly sight he needed several weeks to get used to it without getting accidentally hard-on and he absolutely refused to share it with anyone outside their little gang.
Shu was theirs, and theirs alone.
In one swift rhythm that had been trained for years, Luca hid his darkened thought by schooled his expression into a happy, helpful one. “Then let’s go together! I can hold the groceries for you.”
“But haven't you just finished handling your mafia business? You don’t have to push yourself, you know…”
Luca laughed. “It’s okay, it’s okay! It’s just one simple trip, so I still have plenty of energy here.”
Shu sighed. Once Luca had made up his mind, it’s hard to talk him out of it. “Okay. But I don’t have to use this, uh, coat right?”
“Yeah, yeah,” Still chuckling, Luca untied the overcoat’s belt and took it off. “Sorry for being unthoughtful.”
He walked to the stall and hung the coat, sneakingly grabbed the hidden gun—always unlocked and loaded, dedicated for emergency situations—on the hidden spot he had placed before and put it in his pocket.
If Shu didn’t want to use the coat, then so be it. It was unneeded, as long as Luca was there.
Todays’ bodies count for sure would increase, depended on how many idiots existed outside here.
(Luca couldn’t force Shu to do his bidding. His heart and mind couldn’t take the possibility of him hating him if he dared to do it just because of jealousy and overprotectiveness—especially when they were not an item. Yet.
But if there was something Luca had confidence to do, then it was to give a statement to dumb people with violence and some blood spilling to show who was the boss here. He wasn’t a mafia boss at this age for nothing, after all.
Guns at times like this were convenient, weren’t they?)
“Shu, you know I love you right?”
“Mm.”
“You know how much I care for you right?”
“Mm.”
“Well—I know I haven’t do anything that can pay for things you’ve done to me—”
“Don’t sweat about it, Mysta.”
“—Dude, oh my god just—okay. Okay. So. Um. My point is, that, uh,”
Shu raised his head from the switch and looked straight at the troubled Mysta. “What is it? Cat’s got your tongue?”
Godfuckingdammit YES. And it’s you. You’re the damn cat, Shu, was something he wanted to say but he held it at the back of his tongue. Instead, he placed a hand on his chest and controlled his breath to not make any poor-worded sentences. Easy, easy. He had to stay cool. Getting infuriated over a mere curious question wouldn’t bring him anywhere.
But for pete's sake, Mysta couldn’t help but wonder if Shu was that oblivious with the control he had over others by doing…whatever he did right now. Yamino Shu, the subject of love interest of basically everyone in this household, laying on his stomach in the living room and wearing a simple t-shirt and the— why does he keep wearing those things?!— loose short pants that let one could take a peek of his lower butcheeks—if they were lucky.
This man—this prettiest and kindest boy he’d ever met had a gall to wear something that erotic and walking around here and there; so defenseless and so tempting! And not even realizing he was driving all of them crazy!
It was a miracle that Mysta hadn’t supported instant boner for a while. His body must've realized that he wouldn’t get some ass and thighs in near time—which was kind of sad, but, hey. At least he was properly (trying) to court his crush fair and square.
Mysta let out a heavy sigh. It was conflicting. While it was true that he enjoyed the sexy sight Shu had given to them almost everyday for free, it was getting harder to control himself any longer. He was sure everyone was feeling the same, looking at how they would act skittish around the sorcerer. He knew Shu had no way of bad intention by wearing such lust tempting pants; it’s just them, a bunch of bitchless people, who were at fault.
In the end, they were just a bunch of pathetic creatures who couldn’t even hold themselves sane at the sight of bountiful smooth skin asking to be touched. What a damn loser.
Ah, fuck it.
Without any words Mysta took out his white coat and draped it on Shu’s lower back, completely covering his ass and thighs from wandering eyes. He intentionally averted his eyes from the other one and instead said, “Scoot over, man. You’re hogging the sofa.”
Without even looking, Mysta was very sure Shu was staring at him. The man must’ve been confused with his sudden gentlemanly action even if it was unneeded—at least, from Shu’s perspective. Even so, Mysta refused to let Shu take a single peek of his face. Like hell he would let him find out how red his face was right now.
“Well? H-have you made a space?”
“...Yea. Just take a seat, Mysta.”
The detective took a glance and saw Shu was staying true to his words. Although he hadn’t changed his position, the man folded his legs instead to let Mysta sit beside him. Gulping hard, Mysta slowly lowered his body and carefully sat on the free space on the sofa; trying his best not to accidentally touch Shu’s bare toes for the sake of not accidentally waking up his junior.
After a few beats, they later fell into a long silence. Shu went back to his games while Mysta pretended to be busy with his phone. He totally not eyeing the bare legs beside him, moving back and forth in time with the beats of the in-game sounds.
Today’s silence at noon was particularly loud today. And very, very much so suffocating.
(Mysta once accidentally stumbled upon Vox's conspiracy theory regarding whether Shu was an incubus or not. It was confusing at first, with the lots of Vox and Onigiri notes banter, until he read the other pages made by Onigiri regarding high-level sorcerer body modification.
It all made sense why Vox was so distraught lately. And as much as he wanted to support his theory, he was a detective first and foremost. He would always siding with the facts over lies and delusion.
Though, the idea of Shu being incubus sounded so fucking hot. Imagine him had to do sexual activities in order to survive, and they would this and that, then another this and another that, and…
…oh, fuck. He had a boner now.)
Lately, all of his friends were acting really weird.
Whenever he approached them, they would either jump out or freeze up. They gaze also never steady in one place, every so often would glance to the lower area as if they found something interesting on the ground. Not to mention whenever he wanted to go out, they would freak out and try to do things to prevent him step outside the door or even put something else over his body.
It was…weird. Not really annoying, but for sure it was weird.
Is it because of my pants and stocking? Shu tugged down the back part of his pants, feeling a little bit conscious with it. He knew it was short, might be too short for some old-styled people, but come on. It was comfortable and breezy! Even the stocking was pretty comfortable too, it warmed his legs up especially after long hours of working. It was perfect to laze around in the middle of a cold room.
He had been using them for years, as it had the same sensation as his sorcerer outfit pants yet much lighter. It was simply a matter of comfort—plus he was technically at their own home too, he could wear anything he wanted, right? There were many times he caught Vox and Luca loitering around bare chested, so wearing pants and stocking was nothing big, right!
Right?
Right…?
…
Well. At least, that was something Shu had been trying to convince himself.
In truth, he had noticed the sign.
The way Ike would act up around him and would get nose bleeding at some times.
The way he could taste the abundant, never ending spicy emotion of Vox.
The way Luca would act very protective around him, from time to time, to ridiculous levels.
The way Mysta would silently put his coat on his legs and refused to show his face.
He knew. And he hoped he never noticed it for many reasons.
Shu knew there was something going on between him and the others; more so on their side, which was still being kept secretive yet Shu could guess the bigger picture of it. There were many guesses and made-up scenarios played inside his head, but all in all he knew—he knows , that they are… have some kind of feeling to him.
Maybe love. Maybe lust. Maybe certain feelings that were hard to put into exact words.
He didn’t know. He hoped he wouldn’t find it out sooner or later, as his heart wasn’t ready to face it. Human relationships, especially romantic ones, weren't exactly his forte. He was simply a man who was good at giving support to others and making spells.
(It took him days to come into peace with his own guesses that there was a chance his house mates harbored some kind of special feeling. He had a hard time believing in the truth that lied upon him.
He was nothing special, really.)
But for now , Shu kept tugging his pants down and blushed hard, sensing four pairs of eyes were directed to his back. Maybe… I should wear something longer.