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Fukami wasn't a romantic.
Of course, he didn't love Sal, and he knew Sal didn't love him return. They used each other for their sick fantasies. Fukami didn't need to be romantic with Sal, since Sal had Wadanohara for that.
Despite the fact that Fukami wasn't a romantic, he did know what beauty was.
It was Sal's teeth pink with blood (Fukami's or some other soul's), his red eyes blown wide and dark with lust, and his loud keens. Or Sal riding Fukami hard, fingering himself open, and whispering to Fukami "I'm yours" in the heat of the moment.
It was watching Sal twist and mutilate someone he was mad at, seeing the insane grin on his face, and how Sal would flit over to the octopus shortly after.
It was also the few gentle moments Sal let Fukami have when they weren't wildly fucking. It was especially the few gentle moments they shared; such as Fukami brushing Sal's white bangs off his forehead after one of their sessions. Or Sal inviting him to dinner, just the two of them. It was Sal kissing Fukami, not with his teeth or tongue, but his lips.
But Sal was never soft for long, and he was quick to bite Fukami's lip.
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The glint off the orange moon hitting Sal's eyes was especially beautiful tonight. Sal prattled on about some nonesense about Wadanohara, and Fukami didn't especially listen because he was too busy taking in Sal's lovely red eyes.
As Sal was probably saying something about how Wadanohara tenderly touched Samekichi's after healing his wounds, Fukami fucked up. The three words he held closest to his heart came out of his mouth in one breath.
"Sorry?" Sal stopped talking, "I didn't hear you"
"It's nothing," Fukami grunted.
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"I want you to fuck me," Sal purred, running his gloved hand down Fukami's shoulder to his chest. His eyes were half lidded, his tongue licked his lips. He was the exact image of wanton at that moment.
"You were just with Wadanohara," Fukami only said once Sal's hand traveled after enough clothing to make him want it. Sal laughed, palming Fukami's dick.
"I said fuck me," he squeezed.
"Of course," Fukami nodded.
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"Do you love me Fukami?" Sal pondered aloud after one rough session. Fukami's collarbones were purple from Sal's jaws.
Yes.
"Why do you ask?" Fukami replied.
"Just answer."
A lot.
Fukami sighed, "I like having sex with you."
Sal smiled, "good."