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  June 21st, 7:33 pm. ****** District. 

It was a clear, starry night in Western Tokyo. A light breeze drifted past the buildings in an unhurried manner. Not enough to be helpful against the balmy temperatures at street level, but up in the sky was a whole different story. Up among the birds and the faster winds, Iharu could see the whole city... And It was on fire. Literally. Division Three had been called out on a night run in a suburban section of the city due to the emergence of a 7.8 reptilian Kaiju. To make matters worse, this one had a nasty habit of setting itself on fire and causing the wooden buildings around it to catch as well. There was increased urgency to shut it down due to concerns stemming from the winds direction, making people worried that the embers would blow on and catch more of the city on fire. Most of the third Division was on the ground trying to deal with the yoju that were birthed from the Honju's unforeseen actions. In the time it took the Defense force to get out there, the honju had already slathered its spawn on some of the buildings that were now on fire. After getting there, everyone realized that the heat from the destruction was a catalyst for the creation of the yoju and sped up their growth.

With the problems seeming to get worse every second, the Third Division deemed it fit to send out their newest platoon to deal with the threat. The Kaiju Division. Several months after the death of Number Nine, a group of Division officers had left base one night to celebrate a successful mission. On their way back however, four members encountered a miniature Kaiju creature similar to what Kafka Hibino had met prior and had triggered his transformation. Aoi Kaguragi, Haruichi Izumo, Kikoru Shinomiya, and Iharu Furuhashi all made contact with their own creatures and underwent a similar process, turning them into Daikaiju Men. With these four unfortunately having been made into half beasts , the Division sought fit to isolate them and bring them under the care and tutelage of Kafka. Creating the first ever independent division of half-kaiju soldiers. 

Aoi and Kikoru led the ground troups to seek and destroy any existing yoju as they left their spawn, utilizing his integrated armor and shield and her blade creation abilities. Haruichi led a group of snipers on rooftops tasked with directing the main honju's path, offering a chance to try out the new tech that added ice effects to his projectile spines. Their job was ensuring it didn't cause more unnecessary destruction. Iharu was given two tasks that required his wings and plasma bolt abilities. One; seek and destroy the yoju spawn patches. Two; help carry in the one who will deliver the killing blow. A task he carried out with an unprofessional amount of joy. 

"Iharu! Where the hell are you at? If this goes on any longer, Aoi's gonna die of heat stroke!" Captain Tae Nakanoshima commanded, unloading clip after clip into the fiery salamander kaijus.

"Eta is three minutes, Commander." Reno Ichikawa said, struggling to keep his voice level as his boyfriend sucked vicious hickeys into his neck. 

"Could'a done me a favor and fudge the numbers a little." Iharu said, taking a break from his endeavor to turn whatever skin that was available on Reno's neck purple. 

"Japan is on fire and you want to pull over for a quickie." Reno said exasperatedly.

"It's not like it hasn't been through worse." Iharu said back before moving his teeth to nibble on a sensitive spot behind his lover's ear. The two of them were at 10,000 feet and soaring over most of Western Japan's skyline, with Reno being held tight to Iharu's chest and his legs wrapped securely around the Kaiju soldier's waist. Before takeoff, Reno had been outfitted with a small portion of the Number six suit to aid him in his power output and to give the battle a well needed icy edge. Normally, he would of been transferred via helicopter, but with Iharu now having access to powerful dragon-like wings and the ability to shoot plasma out of his mouth, it was suggested to kill two birds with one stone and just have Iharu carry his boyfriend into the fight. Iharu put up no complaint to this suggestion as it offered wonderfully torturous opportunities for him to nibble on Reno during the trip up there.

"For the love of GOD, focus on where you're flying!" Reno said, taking a hand off Iharu's shoulder to grip the hair at the base of his neck to pull it off of his.

"Only if you promise me some alone time together when we get back." Iharu replied as he felt Reno's legs drop from his waist. He swung him into the air to allow Reno the arm room to navigate his gun off his back and into his arms, before grabbing him back out of the air and righting his grip under Reno's arms. With Reno now facing forward and the both of them nearing the drop point, he had little time to respond before they parted ways.

"We're just going to have to see, now aren't we?" He gave Iharu a polite peck on the cheek before using his other hand to activate Iharu's earbud comm.

"We're at the drop point, Deploying the Icicle." Iharu said as he flew over the massive flaming Kaiju and let go of his partner at its midpoint. Reno gave him a middle finger for the impromptu nickname before readying his rifle at his target below.

Iharu just laughed as he continued his path. Rapidly gaining speed and height, he paused his wings for a beat as he reached a peak and arched his back into the forward momentum. Letting gravity and movement carry him through the flip, he breathed deeply and let out a massive sigh into the cool of the upper atmosphere.

BOOM-SHHHH! 

Behind him he heard the sound of Reno's full released power unloading into a singular, powerful, and icy shot. Probably freezing the honju solid through its center and neutralizing it almost immediately. Finishing the rotation and seeing the view of the skyline in a top down position, Iharu took it as his cue to gain speed again and get started on phase two. With a powerful flap timed with the ignition of the boosters integrated into his calves, he rocketed down to the street level at blinding speed. Playing a game of chicken with the ground, Iharu pulled up at the last second to avoid becoming a stain on the pavement. His generated velocity carried him forward at a blinding pace through wide streets and tight alleys, turning sharply left and right like he was a fighter jet in a canyon dog fight one would see in a movie. He wasn't just flying around for fun, however. He had a job to do.

And he was coming up on his first target. A glossy stretch of lumpy orange slime was hung between a building and a fire escape. Iharu felt his jaw begin to morph and ache as it reshaped into his Kaiju variant. The lining of his throat started to fill with mucous as he felt his lungs spark with static. Breathing deep as he had practiced, he felt the molten ball of energy shoot through his esophagus and tingle the walls of his mouth when it left. The bright pink bolt of super-heated fire and electricity landed with precision on the sticky mess and exploded into smoke and flames. Moving through the blackened air, he moved swiftly up and down streets and ignited any patches he saw along the way.

Coming across a different alley, he saw a couple of soldiers in distress. Looping back around quickly, he saw that a fiery salamander had ganged up on them and backed the group into a corner. One was wounded with another caring for the wound, leaving one left to defend them both. The one shooting must of been tired or weak somehow, because Iharu could see that the shots being made weren't doing much damage. Morphing his feet into his massive talons, he lifted the offending yoju and carried it up into the air. He tossed it forward, just to smack it harder and farther with his long, spiked tail. As it flew into the distance, he decided to hit it with a fireball for good measure.

Iharu flew back higher into the air and motioned over to one of the snipers on a neighboring roof to keep an eye on the people in the alley. He flew even higher, trying to replicate the speed he had started his flight of destruction with, feeling overcome with pride and excitement. Feeling like he was unstoppable.

'Man, I love being a Kaiju!' Iharu thought.

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"Man, I hate being a Kaiju." Iharu said later back at base in the canteen. They were sitting at one of the long tables with connected benches in front of several platters of warm food.  

Part of the side effects that come with the transformation that Kafka warned them about was the never ending need to eat. Even partial transformations burn an impressive amount of calories. So to aid the group after their missions, the base deemed it fit to have someone on call to make those that fought an insane amount of food to keep them all at a healthy weight. Tonight's spread seemed to be karaage.

"You would think that you of all people would be ecstatic about eating a mass amount of food for a living." Kikoru sarcastically mentioned and she placed more pieces onto her plate.

"The -munch- Fireball -munch- Is -munch- Not -munch- Worth -munch- The -munch- Calorie -munch- Intake -munch-!" Iharu managed to spit out in-between bites of food. The post battle adrenaline mixed with their now hangry nature made them all a very easy irritable bunch. This was shown through how they all became possessive about the pieces of food that were laid out in front of them. 

"Nope, that's mine." Iharu said as he plucked a large nugget that Kikoru was trying to make a pass at.

"Rude! I was aiming for that!" Kikoru replied angrily to his territorial antics.

"There's enough to go around. Quit fighting." Haruichi muttered through a mouth full of food, always making an attempt to be the reasonable one of the group.

"Can all of you shut up? God, I'm so tired." Aoi piped up quietly, talking in-between shovelfuls of his own meal. 

"Man, what's that like? Haven't felt able to sleep in forever." Iharu said in a miffed manner. 

"Really? Why's that?" Haruichi asked with genuine concern.

"Guess." Iharu offered a simple and pissy response. The group was silent for a moment as some of them tried to think about what Iharu could be talking about. Haruichi seemed to understand first as he swallowed a bite of food with a sigh.

"You haven't told him yet?" Haruichi asked depressively, having a feeling he already knew the answer.

"Yeah, and potentially scare off the first ever steady boyfriend in my life? No thanks, I'm dealing with it just fine on my own." Iharu said, shoveling more food into his face. He made a grab for another piece of fried meat, but got his hand grabbed by a pair of chopsticks before he could.

"Hiding shit is what's going to cause him to run, Iharu." Haruichi gave with a heavy warning, "This is going to come around and bite you in the ass if you're not careful." He let go of his hand, but made sure to keep direct eye contact. Hoping that the message went through.

"What's going to bite him in the ass?" A new, but familiar voice popped up unexpectedly behind Iharu. He choked a little halfway through a bite of chicken when he realized the voice belonged to Reno.

"Eating too damn fast. Couldn't help myself." Iharu cleared his throat as he scooted over to let his boyfriend sit next to him at the table. As he turned to look up at him, he immediately caught his lovers lips on his. Always a welcome intrusion, he took a second to return the favor, only to feel his lower lip get lightly sucked on before they parted from his. Reno looked him dead in the eyes as he sat down, a teasing smile ghosted his lips.

"You had sauce stuck to your mouth." He said, playfully poking at his own lips in demonstration.

"Oh, is that the excuse we're going with?" Iharu whispered playfully, leaning in closer to his partner's ear with more physically playful intent.

"Really? In front of my food?" Kikoru's response was heavily deadpan.

"Oh, please. Like you're gonna be any better." Iharu responded back. He took a piece of his food and wordlessly offered to feed it to Reno. The violet eyed prodigy gladly took the offering with his own mouth and made a pleasant murmur at its taste. 

"Just wanted to stop by and let you know that they want you at the lab for checkups and tests." Reno said as he finished his bite. "Starting with you Aoi, if that's possible?" Aoi grumbled sleepily as he tried to wrap up eating the last of his meal.

"I get them not wanting us to 'lose ourselves.' and that they have to monitor us for that, but can this not wait until morning? So tired." Kikoru yawned before polishing off the last of the karaage. 

"Honestly, it's not like it's going to get worse in the middle of the night." Reno took another piece as Iharu was distracted with talking.

"Come on.", Reno mouthed through a bite of chicken, "You should knock out your report before they drag you onto the slab next." Iharu took his empty plate with him as he followed Reno to the exit.

"I thought we'd play when we got back, though?" Iharu whimpered in Reno's ear after he thew away his plate.

"And I told you we'd see, now didn't I?" The snowy blond planted a gentle smooch on the side of Iharu's down-turned lips.

'Not if I have any say in this.' Iharu thought defiantly. As he grumbled at his displeasure, Reno chuckled a little and decided to take pity on his horny boyfriend.

"Tell you what. If we can finish our reports before they call you to the slab, we can try to rub one out quickly, hm?" He whispered into the other's ear. The persistent soldier's eyes lit up at the ultimatum and agreed to its terms by scooping up his lover in a princess carry and jogged as speedily as he could get away with down the halls, with Reno laughing in shock all the way to the office.

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"For the love of GAWD, how are you not done yet?" Iharu droned as he spun in his chair resentfully. The pair of them were in the offices on the third floor, borrowing some of the available computers to write out their required incident reports for the mission. When Reno didn't indulge him with an answer, Iharu scooted the rolling chair backwards over to the other side of the paired desks where his partner was sitting. There was a pause as he looked at the screen to see the last point in time Reno had written about.

"Awww Sweet Cheeks, I had finished writing that part ten minutes ago!" He groaned pathetically as he rolled his chair back to the other side. "You promised we could fool around a bit." he added with a whine.

"You want some cheese with that wine?" Reno chuckled, "These reports are supposed to be accurate accounts and I swear, If I come over there and see that all you wrote was 'I flew around and shot shit.' I will punch you."

"Noooo, your bony knuckles make your punches hurt more." Iharu whimpered. He raised his head off the back rest when he heard a text notification go off. Recognizing it as his own, he pulled the phone out of his pocket to check his texts. It was from Kikoru

Bolteon] Haruichi's up on the slab and I'm next. Are you almost done with the reports?

Iharu grumbled a little more as he shoved the offending device back in the pocket.

"Aoi's done?" Reno asked. Iharu only rumbled back a response as his head hit the back rest again. Unbeknownst to Reno, it was kind of really important that Iharu had to be allowed to fool around with his boyfriend tonight. Nothing pertaining to the matters of life or death, thankfully. It would just make the next coming days livable at the very least. Armed with the knowledge that he didn't have long left before he was put under for tests, he decided to come up with a plan for the here and now. Was he going to accomplish much with this plan? God, he hoped so. 

"All right, new plan. Get up." Iharu commanded. He got up and walked back over to where Reno was sitting and clapped a hand on the back of his seat.

"I told you, I'm going to finish this first." Reno said back, irritation creeping into the undercurrent of his tone.

"That's not-haa, just humor me for a second. Please?" Iharu voice was quiet as he leaned down and nosed the back of Reno's ear apologetically. Reno looked back at him with curiosity as he slowly got out of his seat. Iharu pulled the chair back a little to give him room to sit down. He scooted it forward slightly and placed his hands firmly on Reno's hips, tugging him off balance and caused him to crash gently into the awaiting lap. Being a little more rough; Iharu tugged on the hips again, pulled his boyfriend more squarely into his lap, and grabbed the handle under the chair to drop its height down. He inched forward more so Reno wouldn't have to lean over as far to reach the keyboard and wrap his hands around the waist. Iharu took a second to place an ear to his back as Reno processed the new position.

"Oh-Okay?" Reno questioned for a moment before accepting the new placement, "I can work like this." 

Reno went into this thinking that this would be the worst of whatever Iharu had planned in his mind. That would get disproven shortly after he started clacking away on the keyboard again. A short beat later, Reno began to feel the hands on his waist start to move. It was mostly imperceptible, limited to just light squeezing and slight shifting, but it was quite hard to ignore as his ribs were a little on the ticklish side. Not one to indulge his boyfriend with responses easily when they were alone together, Reno toughed it out. A task quickly proving to be harder as time went on, now with Iharu leaving light and loud pecks on his back through the jacket. A tipping point was beginning to be reached when Reno felt those same teasing hands slip off the jacket, with one deciding to make a home wrapped around on top of his shirt and the other began to creep under it to splay its fingers over his stomach.

"Iharu, this is not helping." Reno gave a warning tone tone as he could feel his attention slipping away in tandem with his fingers leaving the keyboard.

"You incentivized me to get my report done so we could head back to the barracks before everyone else got there. Now, I'm incentivizing you to hurry. The fuck. Up." Iharu breathed his last words hotly onto Reno's neck, seeing the peach fuzz on it rise on prominent goosebumps. The hand on his stomach began a subtle circular path, ghosting over the muscles on his abs and making them twitch and clench at the warming friction. The other hand had left its place on his shirt and navigated to the skin on his spine. Keeping the first hand still, Iharu's fingers burned a path down the spine's length and landed past the top of the hips, pulling the pant's elastic waistband with them. This treatment caused Reno to flinch and arch his back, making his stomach press suddenly and firmly into the first hand. Iharu grinned darkly at the reaction, bringing to mind all the other moments he had made Reno flinch in a similar fashion. The action wasn't lost on Reno as well, choking down a squeak and feeling his face turn bright red when he realized what he had done.

"What the hell, Iharu? There's people still in the office with us!" Reno whispered harshly, accidentally shifting his hips in the kaiju-man'a lap. 

"Oh, come on Reno. Just take a look in front of you." the torturer said, relishing the reactions he was teasing forth so easily. Taking things a step further, Iharu took the hand off its place on the spine and snaked it up to Reno's face and tenderly cupped it under the chin.

"Everybody here is either facing away from us, or staring straight at a screen. Nobody's gonna notice... as long as you behave." Iharu spoke darkly toward Reno's ear. He started to slip the other hand down the front and began to tease the waistband of the pants. Daring his fingertips to venture past the boarder little by little, sliding up just to journey back down a millimeter at a time. Reno wanted to look down, but couldn't due to the hand on his face gaining strength and kept him looking forward. He wanted to move his hands to touch Iharu's, to guide them to less sensitive places, but he couldn't do that either. The arms connected to to the attention starved hands had firmly locked his in place, preventing him from interfering in any subtle manner. The pressure wasn't to a harming level, but if he wanted to stop whatever that was happening to him, he'd have to make a very obvious struggle to pry himself out. Reno was familiar with Iharu taking the lead, but this was more than what usually went down when they got together like this.

"Wha-what's up with you lately?" Reno breath stuttered when he could feel his lover's touch creep further past his waistband, adding fuel to an already rampant blaze searing its way through his abdomen. "You're not usually this...in-intense" Iharu could feel his throat vibrating in retaliation at the hesitation in Reno's voice, but didn't notice for a moment that it meant that he was audibly growling.

'Please, this is intense to you?' Iharu thought bitterly. The weight of his actions began to settle in when he realized what he had been doing up to this point. Ever since Reno became comfortable with being, well, active with him, he always made sure to never made moves that made the other feel trapped, he never growled before now, and he never attempted anything salacious in what was to be considered a public setting. The amount of will that it took for him to retract his hands from their place made him feel disgusted in himself. As he moved his hands back to the original place they were in, he rested his head on Reno's back and mentally scolded himself for his behavior. Reno wanted to know what was wrong with him? What was wrong was, ever since he had the stupid kaiju-ification incident, he's been nothing but relentlessly lustful and it was taking everything he had not to let Reno know its extent.

"Don't... don't ever be afraid... to tell me no, okay?" Iharu said in a measured voice. "I know I've been... really greedy about having you around lately. I just... I want you to know that you're safe. No matter how I start to act." He withdrew his arms and hands from Reno's feverish body and leaned back in the chair, making sure his hands were in no position to touch Reno in any way. He couldn't bring himself to look his boyfriend in the eyes as Reno turned around to look at him.

"Iharu. Is... Is there something wrong?" Reno asked, concern filling his voice and his eyes. When Iharu shut his eyes and turned away, defiant to his open invitation for sympathy, he continued to press.

"Iha... you know you can tell me things about what's happening to you. I know the Kaiju-ification process does some freaky shit and none of it's fun in the first few months. I'm not going to be afraid of any of it, you know that right?" As he spoke calmly and used the scarcely utilized pet name, Reno leaned back in Iharu's lap and used his hand to guide the tortured man's face back to meet his. His other hand's fingers worked itself into Iharu's short hair and gently pulled in light caresses. The care of his actions were visibly seen soaking into his boyfriend's demeanor as his eyes opened back up slightly. He could see whatever it was that was bothering Iharu had made him look so tired in that moment. Iharu had been fighting himself for a while, and Reno could begin to see that he was losing. 

"Please... You can tell me." Reno rested his forehead onto Iharu's while his thumb brushed against the corner of his lover's mouth. Iharu took a slow, deep sigh as he turned the gears in his head that were stalling against the decision to let everything out. Before he could respond however, a different notification sounded off on Iharu's phone.

"Haaa. That's probably Aoi. I should go." Iharu sighed. He moved his hands to Reno's hips and patted gently to indicate that he should move. Reno contemplated disobeying, feeling like he was close to making Iharu confess to whatever that was troubling him. Ultimately, he caved and stood up, knowing that if his kaiju-man didn't make his way to the lab in a reasonable time frame, they would probably send a search team to drag him back. It was mortifying enough the first time it happened. As the two of them got up, Reno could feel a hand lightly land back on his hips and pull him back into Iharu's personal space for the last time. 

"Don't take forever. You need to sleep. Promise?" Iharu pecked Reno's cheek as he slipped away. Not leaving his side completely until he heard Reno promise back. After he did, Iharu walked solemnly out into the hallway and turned to the direction of the lab where he was to be checked out in. On the way there, he passed by Aoi. Seemingly recovered more or less from the sedative they inject before examination. He was cradling a barely conscious Haruichi on one arm and a completely unresponsive Kikoru in the other arm, carrying them both like how one would bring in handleless bags of groceries.

"Iharu. I was about to come... get you?" Aoi noticed the uncharacteristically dower look on Iharu's face as he passed by. Shocked by the expression, he didn't get a chance to press further as Iharu passed wordlessly by them.

"I -yawn- I wonder what's up with him?" Haruichi muttered, noticing the reaction through his sleep deprived state.

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It wasn't long before Iharu was released from the labs. Even though the doctors used a sedative rated strong enough to knock out a horse, Iharu had always been the type that didn't really get affected by anesthesia, even before his kaiju-ification. Usually, the others needed a recovery time before they were given an okay to walk out the door without falling over their own feet. With Iharu, all he needed was a glass of water and he was good to go. He didn't take his time walking back to the bunks and instead opted to stealthily jog instead. Iharu was well aware that Reno wasn't going to be awake when he got there, due to making him promise that he would before he left. Really, he was jogging for a different reason.

As he quietly pulled open the pocket door that led to their shared bunk room with Aoi and Haruichi, he could see that Reno wasn't in the bottom bunk like he usually was. As he entered, he got closer to inspect the next likely place that Reno could be. On the top bunk, Reno was turned against him and faced the wall, his ribs imperceptibly flexing with each quiet breath as he slept. On nights like this, where he knew that Iharu was supposed to be back soon, he would crash on his bunk because it would mean that Iharu would be forced to wake him up so they could crawl into the other beds. It was really an excuse to make sure that Iharu held up his end of the deal that they made.

A month into their budding relationship, they started a trend with each other. They could only make promises that both of them had to be held accountable to. In truth, the only promises they ever made with each other was to make sure they both got a few hours of sleep each night. Since the two of them had a bad habit of training or working out late into the night and deciding to power through their exhaustion in the next. The hypocrisy of telling one to sleep, only to have the other take the opportunity to work themselves to the bone out of self doubt became well known early on. Thus, why they made this system and had their own tricks to make sure those promises were being held up. 

Iharu rested his chin on the thin bunk mattress and stole a moment to stare wistfully at his sleeping partner. He was well aware of what he should be doing, but he had one more thing to take care of before he could. Lightly kissing his ring finger, he brushed its knuckle over Reno's cheek, taking care not to actually touch him because of his reputation of being a light sleeper. Iharu took a second to imagine himself kissing him goodnight before he crept over to his locker and tried his best to open it silently. Getting it open without a squeak was challenging, but it was a trick he had a lot of practice with recently. He grabbed a spare pair of sleep boxers and his reusable zip-lock bag of shower supplies and left the room as quietly as he entered. Iharu then proceeded to book it as quietly as he could down the hallway toward the floor's gym. He collected the evidence and ran the facts through his head.

It was 2:34. He had forty-five minutes maximum in the gym before the criminally early birds started shuffling around. He had to get himself exhausted, showered, finished with step two, and back in bed before 4:00 or one of two things are going to happen. One, someone finds him in either the gym or the bathhouse at an ungodly hour, which news of gets passed around and gets back to Reno and makes him pissed. Or option two, Reno himself finds him in the gym or bathhouse and decides to kill him then and there for breaking a promise. Iharu was banking on Reno sleeping a little harder than usual due to him using a part of the number suit, but he knew not to push his luck tonight. As he entered the gym doors, he took no time to shed most of his clothes and sloppily parked his stuff on a bench next to the entrance. Leaving himself in just his boxers from this morning, he grabbed a pair of thirty pound weights, picked a spot in the room, and went to town.

When he first transformed into a Kaiju, he wasn't all that worried. Sure, the five minutes of seizures and horrifying images from the beyond wasn't the most fun to go through, and the eighteen hours of being stuck in a glowing, neon pink, humaniod dragon body was certainly a learning experience, but they had Kafka. They haven't learned everything there is to know about this, but what they did know was enough. Kafka had been living free as a half Kaiju for almost an year and a half now, if anyone could talk four young adults through "How to live with a sketchy transformation" it would have to be him. It was when he began to tell everyone about the 'off the record' side effects, did Iharu began to freak out. "Need to eat more daily". That was fine. Sure he complained, but that was just hunger pains talking. "You shed like a lizard". Come to find out, that only applied to him and Haruichi. Aoi had more of a cicada/tarantula situation where he had an exoskeleton that fell off every few months and Kikoru didn't even shed in the first place. She turned out to be more amphibious in nature and just had to stock up on medical grade moisturizing lotion due to partial transformations drying her out.

No, the shit that caused him to panic was when Kafka explained why it took him three months after the initial transformation to sign up for the defense force. Iharu remembered feeling his heart drop when Kafka said that being a Kaiju caused his libido to fucking skyrocket. Learning to control your shifting abilities wasn't a problem when you physically couldn't walk out of your apartment because of how painfully turned on you became. Only to then hear that it never really returned back to normal just made Iharu want to die. And it was clear that this affected everyone in the group. They were two months in and everyone started to have an idea of what repressed sexual aggression looked like on each other.

Aoi was still stoic, until Haruichi said or did something in front of him and the next thing you know, they'd both disappear for three hours and come back looking like they just got out of a very satisfying cage match with a pit full of alligators. Kikoru would just get a glassy look in her eyes, mumble something horrendous and incoherent, then bite her hand hard enough to bleed just to get her back on track. For Iharu however, if one wasn't an observant person, no one would have been able to tell if he was affected as bad as the rest. Had it not been for a few moments where they had gotten caught because Iharu kept forgetting Reno could get loud, no one would have been the wiser. Iharu had a reason as to how he'd been able to fly under the radar.

Iharu... was a deeply sexual person. And he hated that about himself. He got into it at a weirdly young age, and it had gotten him in trouble a lot as he got older. He learned how to externally repress it and thought he had it under control when he joined the Defense Force thanks to it being, well, the Defense Force. All the self restraint he had tried to build for himself went out the window when he met Reno. He could feel himself being explicitly drawn to him, had whole days where Reno never left his mind. Iharu played it off as being rivals at the start, only latching onto him because he needed a goal to surpass. As they continued to work together, he could feel that intent start to change. To morph into something familiar and ugly.

The way Reno got when he was on a one track mind. To see just how far he would take himself if it meant others would be safe. He was all cold efficiency and crystal determination. His impressiveness was inescapable, feeling as if it was draped off his form like an invisible robe of a king. There was something growing inside Iharu that he could place, but wanted to reject with his whole being. You see, not only was he extremely sexual, he was possessive.

Reno's dedication was to another person. All that dedication and effort was being spent protecting someone else, and Iharu felt like he hated that. Iharu wanted Reno to notice him, to be the one he was beating best of the best for. Iharu declared them rivals, that meant to him that they should only be focused on each other. He may not have seen him first, but he felt like he should be the only one Reno had to care about, that Reno should be worried about what he was doing.

During the time when Reno was being tested for the Number Six suit, he had a small moment of clarity. Being possessive was not going to be helpful right now for either of them, not with imminent threats on the horizon and a desire to protect those they cared about. Iharu managed to shove everything he felt, about Reno, about wanting to reach his level, down far enough to show him how useful he could be at his side instead. When Reno saw what they could achieve together and accepted him at his side, Iharu thought that would be the end of this horrifying mindset. He could settle for just helping someone he now considered a friend, to be beside him in a supporting role and not think for a second that Reno might leave him behind.

That fear of his own possessiveness never left him however. After Tachikawa base got rebuilt, Reno had made the first move and confessed to Iharu about his feelings. It shocked him so hard that he almost rejected the best thing to happen to him in his life. Thankfully, Reno must have picked up some tips from Kafka on how to be an emotionally supportive pillar in one's life and helped guide Iharu into not making such a rash decision. That isn't to say that Reno was in the dark about how Iharu truly felt about him.

He tried to express it slowly. Subtle comments while watching his reactions to them. He was also just being overly handsy with him at all times. Reno didn't seem to mind this, which Iharu felt was a godsend for him. Even without his possessiveness fueling his actions, he didn't think this relationship could work if he couldn't be in his lover's personal space seventy percent of the time. Being the only one who knew how his cold skin felt on his hands and body, being a part of a microscopically small group of people that knew about what Reno liked and disliked, and becoming someone that could make Reno smile, genuinely smile, all helped to temper the fire of his longing Iharu had felt for so long.

Only for his kaiju-ification to make it rear its disgusting head all over again. He tried to find ways to deal with his hyper arousal problem in unnoticeable ways. Mental exercises were out the window, medication did jack shit, and he never seemed to have enough time on his hands to deal with the problem personally and without assistance from Reno. Any time Iharu did have was spent with him anyway, and it just seemed to be more effective if Reno was there to help. He was very much aware of how often they had been fooling around however, which encouraged him to come up with a back up plan

Iharu racked the bar on the bench press frame and sat up. Thirty sets of curls, twenty minutes on the treadmill on high speed, and three sets of ten reps on the bench should have been enough to knock anyone's ass flat, but for Iharu it might not have been enough. After failing miserably to wipe the sweat from his face with his equally sweaty hands, he decided to walk over to his shed clothing from earlier and use that as an impromptu towel. Now that he could see, he took a glance up at the clock and saw that it was 3:42.

He didn't feel nearly as exhausted has he wanted but it would just have to do. He gathered up his stuff off the bench and made his way to the bath house on this floor. Iharu made a beeline for the direction of the specialty ice baths they had installed for health purposes. As he prepped one to chill, he got himself ready to take a quick shower before he could hop in. Iharu could already feel his muscles quivering at the sensation of his future polar plunge.

In order for Iharu to get any sleep lately, he had to be exhausted. Which is why he was at the gym so late at night lifting weights heavier than what he should be lifting. You would think this would cause damage in the long run, and it does to be fair. A while back, Kafka had figured out that he can enter a meditative state and cycle Kaiju material through his body and use its regenerative abilities to heal damage to his human side. Iharu learned he could take it a step further by placing himself in an ice bath and using the release power-mental training that Ogata had taught him. The heightened state plus the ice meant that he could feel everything that was damaged and repair any ligaments or tendons that may have gotten irrevocably hurt from the over lifting, all while leaving the muscles alone to stay worked over and tired.

All of the exhaustion, none of the painful consequences from his actions. The ice bath also did a really good job at killing any boner he had been trying not to nurse throughout the day. It was hard not to just give in and beg Reno to let them go at it like animals like usual, but the amount of times he wanted to was exceptionally concerning. They were already going at it a lot lately and if Iharu asked anymore often, he felt like Reno would start to pick up on the problem that he was trying to hide.

If Reno did find out about his problem, he knew he would try to find a way to help, but Iharu had tried everything. There was only one way to help and he already felt like he was asking for more than what he should take. As Iharu headed to the shower station, he could feel the frustration of not having Reno near him settling back into the spare spaces in his soul. He shed his boxers and tossed them haphazardly at the beginning of the row. He wrapped a towel around his waist and knelt down in front of a shower handle, not bothering to grab a seat since Iharu figured he wouldn't have to scrub himself too much.

Tossing the shower bag on the counter, he placed his elbows onto it next and rubbed his face in his hands. It felt like agony without Reno and he couldn't help but feel hatred at himself for feeling so helpless when he wasn't here. Only to feel worse knowing that if Reno was here, Iharu's body and mind wouldn't shut up until he got his loving and wonderfully amazing partner under him. Writhing and vibrating with pleasure and pain and screaming his name and only his name.

He rubbed his face hard, trying his best not to look himself in the mirror in front of him, knowing with certainty what he would see. His eyes felt heavy and thick and his scalp felt itchy, meaning his eyes were probably blackened out with his irises glowing pink and his flat and spiky radial fins were sticking up out of his hair. Iharu sighed deeply, knowing that this was the start of a bigger problem that he had been trying to avoid all night. Bracing himself in his head, he dared to pull back the towel around his waist just to confirm his suspicions.

"Haaaa... yep. Phase Two." He sighed again as he tugged the towel back into place.

For some unknowable reason, when those that become Kaiju start to suffer from sexual denial or repression, their body starts to transform against their will. Parts of their anatomy start to express their mutant monster side but don't fully transform all the way, leading to some interesting body modifications. This applies to all parts of the body. Iharu thought he had been doing a pretty good job not letting himself get to that point in public or letting it happen around Reno. That didn't mean that this never happened at all.

The ice baths may have started off as a way for him to negate any harmful side effects from lifting above his weight class, but without it, he was pretty sure he wouldn't ever look normal ever again.

"I'm gonna be the death of myself at some point, aren't I?" Iharu said to himself in the dim lights of the bathhouse.

"You're gonna have to wait in line, because I want to get my hands on you first." a voice coated in icy vitriol echoed partially in the cavernous room. It was the first thing Iharu had noticed while he sat there. The next thing was an unnecessarily hard slap to the side of his head, sending him sprawling to the right.

"I-ah, Reno!" Iharu gasped. He held his arms up in mock defense, but really it was an attempt to hide his eyes. He felt the vibrations in the tile floor as Reno's bare feet slapped a path over to his sprawled body. He straddled and sat down heavily onto Iharu's waist and began to barrage him with punches with no real weight or malicious intent. Still, with the help of his bony knuckles, the meaning behind the action became very clear.

"Why. Aren't. You. In. BED." Reno said as he continued to wail on Iharu, still trying to preserve the security of his face.

"I thought you'd be asleep longer!" Iharu retorted pathetically.

"You made me promise! You know what that means!" Reno stopped punching him and grabbed his forearms, shaking them. "We started that because of shit like this!"

"I know, I KNOW. Look, just-just let me shower a little and I'll head back out with you soon, okay?" Iharu had to dedicate a little more strength to keeping his arms in place as Reno began shaking them harder, now seeming keen on seeing his face.

"You think I don't know you? You only shower this late if you worked out, and you only work out at three in the morning when you're stressed!" Reno shifted farther up Iharu's chest to gain more leverage in his quest to pry apart his arms from his face. "Why can't you tell me-!"

He had succeeded in pulling the arms away and got a clear view of Iharu's current look. Reno looked to be shocked, staring wide eyed at just how scared he looked while his visage was under partial transformation. All Iharu could bring himself to do now was turn his head and shy away in defeat, saying nothing. All he could feel was loathing and shame. Reno slowly pulled his hands from their place on his wrists and placed them on either side of his face, gently forcing him to look back. Iharu refused to look as he felt Reno's forehead touch his own.

"I promise you," Reno started, whispering in his soft and cooling tone while lightly stroking his cheekbones with his thumbs, "That I'm more scared of what's in your head right now, than what you've been worrying yourself over for however long you've been like this."

Reno shuffled backwards on his chest and leaned back up, pulling Iharu's face with him. As he got off his torso, his hand fell back down to Iharu's wrist, gently tugging it with him as he moved to sit on the low bathhouse counter. He held it loosely but assuredly, waiting on his lover to make a move of his own. A brief moment passed as it was made clear that he wasn't going to be able to leave this conversation and shuffled silently over into Reno's space. Iharu wrapped his hands around the other's waist as best he could and buried his face into the lap, minding the sharp fins on his head and trying not to scrape the stomach.

"I was trying to not let you see me like this." Iharu mumbled after a beat, savoring what he thought might be the last chance he could get to hold his lover so closely.

"Iharu, your new Kaiju side never bothered me, not once! Why start this now?" Reno said as he placidly tugged on the available patch of hair at his nape. He shook his head swiftly, still refusing to remove it from Reno's lap.

"Not what I look like. Everything that comes with it." he whispered as he held back a quiet sob.

"I love you... so much. But I hate the way I want to show that. Like I have to own you to feel fine, like I have to keep you all to myself." Iharu turned his head to the side to be heard better. That, and he was having a hard time breathing through Reno's legs.

"When I have you, I finally feel okay, I finally feel right again. But every time I do, I feel like I'm gonna do something that'll hurt you. And the feeling only gets worse when I don't feel in control of my own body most of the time! Even before I've changed, I could never feel happy unless I had your attention on me. Now that I'm this fucking monster, its just gotten worse." He raised his head up a little, but still kept his gaze down.

"I haven't shown you everything about how I really feel, but I can't help but think that I've been taking too much from you already. That I've been taking from you more than I should have." He felt Reno's arms wrap around the base of his head and snugged his face into his shirt. His cold fingers felt intense against the burning skin of his temple and ears as he strummed them soothingly.

"First off, you are not a monster, so don't ever use that word in that connotation ever again. Second, I know you've been trying your best not to let your possessive nature ruin good things and I've had a feeling that this new situation you've been in hasn't been helping. But just because it's a problem you've been having, doesn't mean you have to fight it all alone. He placed his hands on either side of his face again and made Iharu look him in the eyes for the first time in this conversation.

"You're scared of yourself and you're scared you'll do something that will make you lose me, I get that. You have to realize too, that I'm made of stronger stuff, right? I've said I love you and I mean it every time. Even if I have to put up with your human side being possessive and now your Kaiju side making you have an ungodly high sex drive." Iharu found himself sputtering a little at the last thing Reno said.

"What? You didn't think I knew what half of all this worrying was about? Hmph. You thought you were being subtle with how you were phrasing things, weren't you?" Reno gave a sly smirk as Iharu fumbled around for words, not expecting to get exposed so suddenly.

"Okay, so, you might be hitting the nail on the head, but you have to admit, it's- I'm... a lot... right now. I don't want to... overtax you, is all." Iharu flubbed around his words as his eyes darted nervously across the room.

"Maybe what you need is a lesson on asking your boyfriend's opinions on things before sending yourself into an early grave by said boyfriend's hands." Reno said as he pinched Iharu's nose playfully.

"Alright, Mister Know-It-All." Iharu's voiced sounded nasally as he pried the fingers off his nose, "What is your opinion on letting your incurably horny boyfriend, who's a Kaiju with very little self control, having twenty four/ seven access to your tight little asshole and having no say in where, when, or in front of what company I fuck you in front of?"

"Always being available no matter what and having complete access to my 'tight little asshole' as you put it, I have no problem with. You try to fuck me over in public like you did earlier in the office, and I break your dick." Reno's tone was serious and his face neutral.

"Yeah, right." Iharu responded.

"I'm serious." Reno doubled down.

"Uh-huh, sure." Iharu retorted back, his face completely neutral and matching Reno's.

"Alright, listen." Reno made sure to grab his face again this time to drive home what he was saying, "Let me make one thing clear here and now. You don't get to decide my limits. You need help and I want to give it. That just so happens to come in the form of acting like your personal fucktoy."

"Hey now. I never said I wanted to treat you like that." Iharu said indignantly.

"You don't. The Kaiju on the other hand..." Reno said as he poked his chest. Hearing him say that made Iharu turn his head away again.

"And I'm okay with that." The hand that was still on his face made him turn back to look each other in the eyes again.

"I know you want to be a good boyfriend and treat me right, but I can take it." Reno brought his lips closer to Iharu's and brushed his nose against his.

"I want to take it." He could feel the hot breath of the words puff across his parted mouth.

Iharu could already feel his Kaiju mind cranking into overdrive once he understood that this is just how Reno was. Reno was just the type of guy that, one he was set on something, would charge on and damn the consequences later. He fell in love with his determination and had been neglecting his boyfriend's right to exercise it. Iharu may care about him a little too much some days, but Reno could be the exact same way when you think about it. That's what made them so compatible, a mutual desire to go to extremes for each other.

"Reno, I-"

"I'll be sure to tell you if something's wrong. You have to trust me. I will find a way to let you know, okay?" The hand on his face drifted to the back of his head, cradling it as it brought his face closer.

The touch of Reno's lips on his began to quiet a lot of the noise in his head. He reciprocated the affection back, moving his own mouth slowly and savored the sensation. It wasn't long before they parted for a breath and quickly surged back together, the intensity of their motions increasing slightly with every few minutes that passed. Iharu braced his hands on the counter and lifted off his knees, pushing himself more into the kiss. The one hand Reno had on his face slipped to his neck, swiping his thumb lightly over a pulse spot under his chin while the other made a home on his side.

Iharu could feel himself getting more greedy with his mouth, sucking and politely nipping the other's bottom lip. Reno made small moans as he leaned back, letting Iharu carry the pace. He made himself slow down his desire, taking a side tour around his lover's jaw and neck, adding onto the red and raised hickeys he gave him earlier. With Reno's neck better memorized than training protocol, Iharu made quick work of all the most sensitive spots while nipping as softly as he could, minding his already sharp teeth. Reno couldn't stop hissing and gasping as he felt the planes of his throat became viciously marked all over again.

"I know you don't mean too, but you drive me insane." Iharu breathed the words hotly under Reno's jaw. Reno chuckled in response as his lips plucked a path back up to his. He became the bold one this time around and snagged Iharu's lips with his teeth before swiping the tip of his tongue over the minor abuse. The Kaiju Man's resolve began to crack quickly as he dove forward and parted Reno's mouth with his tongue. They played a familiar dance around each other, sliding and responsive to their own place in the warm and wet environment.

Reno's cold hand felt like it was melting in its place on Iharu's broiling skin. He began to pull it around, swirling it over the narrow expanse of his boyfriend's chest. As it pleasantly grazed over his pert nipples, Iharu felt a growl rumbled deep in his throat as it triggered his impatience. He felt the hand drift lower and lower, tracing his hip lines up and down with the thumb and felt himself unconsciously bucking into the sensation. It was when he felt that same hand about to tug the towel off his hips, did Iharu rein himself in for a moment and put the breaks on the momentum.

"Shit, wait. Hold on."

"What? Is everything ok?" Reno said, startled at the sudden stop.

"Well yes, but maybe no?" Iharu groaned at the realization there might be a problem.

"I.. Well. The thing is-I... God, I don't know how to explain this." He could feel his brain screeching at the loss of affection as he stumbled around for an explanation.

"You see... Being part Kaiju now, I, uhh-"

"Is this about the Phase Two dick thing?" Reno interrupted to save Iharu from a future aneurysm caused by embarrassment.

"I-! You..." Iharu's brain shorted out as to how Reno came across the Forbidden Information before realizing that he was friends with Kafka during the first few months of his transformation. It wasn't entirely out of the realm of possibility that Kafka might have told him something.

"That... must have been one hell of an awkward conversation with Kafka." Iharu said, finally managing to string a coherent sentence together. Reno giggled slightly watching his boyfriend's mind work.

"No, when you guys had your meeting with Kafka, Hoshina pulled me aside and answered some questions. I'm almost disappointed you didn't try to show it off to me earlier."

"Believe me, there were times I almost did." Iharu sighed frustratedly.

"Why didn't you?" Reno questioned.

"You have to ask?" Iharu returned sarcastically.

"Afraid to hurt me, huh? You know, some people are into that. Being hurt, I mean,"

"Well... are you?" Iharu chuckled darkly. Reno looked contemplatively into his eyes for a moment.

"Well... I don't think I'd have been able to tolerate being here in the Defense Force, let alone letting you chew on my neck half as much, if I didn't." The two of them pressed their heads together and smiled warmly. It made sense that they would have to, with as often as the both of them ended up in the infirmary.

"Can I... at least look?" Reno asked. Iharu stared at the hand placed on his hip for a moment before giving in and gave him the green light. All it took was one finger and a slight tug before the towel tumbled onto the floor.

It was definitely different to say the least. Iharu wasn't the most impressive guy in the first place, but had prided himself on not being completely average. It had kept the length, but was now thicker and curved upwards slightly. The tip had become pointed like an arrow head and was already leaking small pearls now that it was exposed to the open air. What really threw Reno for a loop was the fact that the top of it matched his boyfriend's chest when he was in total Kaiju mode. Fitted under the pointed head and stopping before the base, was a wide row of layered, almost hexagonal plating. It appeared to still be under the skin which made the edges appear rounded, but made it look vacuum sealed in his flesh.

Iharu gaze was filled with concern, wondering if it was turning his boyfriend off or worse, making him disgusted. All Reno could do was stare in amazement. Eyes were wide and his breath became shallow as his mind began to fill with warranted thoughts about how it would feel and if he really could take it. The hand that pulled off the towel began to drift over to the tip, wanting to see what would happen if he touched it. As a finger gently brushed its way down from the top of the curve he saw it leaked a little more and made Iharu hiss violently.

"So-sorry! You good?" Reno stammered, hand jumping back a little.

"Yeah, just... It gets really sensitive in that state." He could see Iharu had bared his teeth as he breathed heavily. The lips hadn't disappeared, but the line where they parted had grown longer and the row of teeth that was there had been replaced with a more uneven row, with extras that hadn't been there before. There were craggly, glowing white lines emerging on his face and chest marking the borders of patches where Iharu's skin melted from human to his smooth and pink Kaiju scales. His body started to generate more heat and evaporated some of the smaller droplets of sweat from his shoulders, creating a wispy appearance.

"So you've played around with it before?" Reno inquired, not really paying attention as it twitched harshly enough to grab his attention back.

"Had to, once or twice. It, uhh, the scales kinda, flex a little, when I'm close. Fair warning." Iharu said as he braced himself, preparing for Reno to fully grab it this time.

His whole hand had wrapped around his dick from the side, fingertips just barely connecting on the other side if he squeezed slightly. He let his hand rest there, amazed at the texture on his skin and the heat pouring out from it. It twitched again, this time pink lighting flashed briefly from under the scales where they overlapped and in a sequence from top to bottom. Reno awkwardly giggled a little from the sight, as it helped him realize that the scale plate was on the underside of it as well.

"Yeah. Another reason I didn't want to show you." Iharu tried to chuckle, only for it to end in a choked moan.

"It's got undercarriage lights?" Reno tried to say, chuckling even harder.

"Fucking WHY is my question. What purpose does that even help wi-Ah!-haaa..." Iharu moaned as Reno moved his hand slowly, testing the waters. He set a slow pace, knowing it was torturously teasing, but not wanting to overstimulate the other too quickly. Iharu dove for his lips again, aggressively seeking out his warm tongue. The battle for dominance was short lived, with the two of them more distracted by what Reno's hand was doing to him.

Stroking up gently before squeezing as he pulled down made quick work of Iharu's endurance. Sensing his Kaiju tongue morphing unbidden, he swirled it around Reno's for a minute as it made him gasp. As he languidly dragged it out, Iharu growled. They both silently took note that even that sounded different. Resonating deep in the throat with a primal rumble. Reno thought it sounded almost prehistoric, toeing the line toward unearthly. Iharu settled his chin on his shoulder as he began to pant harder, almost in pace with the rhythm of his hand.

"Fuck," Iharu whispered harshly, "You feel amazing"

"Because of my cold hands, right? I never understood that." Reno said, placing kisses along the exposed shoulder.

"Are you kidding? Do you even feel how hot I am right now? Iharu panted as his hips started bucking under their own volition again. Reno could feel the hot air from Iharu's breath cascading down his neck as he growled again

"Cl-close." Iharu gritted out. Reno began to feel what he meant earlier when he said the scales flexed. His cock pulsed in an even pattern shortly before it shot its load. It felt warmer than usual as it messily spurted out and dripped down his hands. A lot of it ended up on the counter and the hem of Reno's shorts. Reno moved his hands slowly, hoping to keep the sensation going while still staring in wonder at the anatomically impossible sight in front of him. Iharu was left reeling from his explosive high, gasping like he had run a mile. When he finally caught his breath, he realized something was different about himself.

For the first time in months, his brain was quiet. Shockingly quiet. He tried not to notice, but he had been actively tuning out this incessant buzzing noise that started shortly after his first transformation. It had been the source of a lot of headaches for the past two months and he had figured out that it did turn itself down after getting his rocks off, but it had never stopped completely until now.

"Holy shit. I feel like I can think now." Iharu let out with a sigh.

"That implies you were capable of doing that before." Reno never liked to miss a chance to take a dig at his boyfriend.

"Okay, but seriously. My head it... it feels clear now. I think the ringing stopped too." Iharu said as he placed his forehead on Reno's, gratefulness dripping from every word.

"Well, nice to know I helped get the first problem fixed." Reno said, planting smooches oh his cheek.

"Sorry, first problem?" Iharu sounded confused as he shook his head away from Reno's affection.

As he sat up he realized what could be the second problem. Looking in the mirror behind Reno, he could see that he had been shifting the whole time he was being pleasured. The fins on his head were more pronounced and became more ragged looking. His eyes were blacked out and glowing like he suspected, but now were framed in an uneven swipe of pink scales that curved into the hollows of his cheeks and trailed down his neck. The path on his face connected up and pooled in his clavicles, spilling out to drape around the edges of his torso. His arms still seemed to retain most of their humanoid shape, but the dips and curves of his muscles were more pronounced as they were coated in his Kaiju skin. Looking past the small curved spikes on his shoulders, he could see his folded wings sticking out traitorously. He even felt the familiar weight of his long tail hanging off its spot on the base of his spine.

"Ahh, crap." Iharu cursed.

"You know, I just realized I almost never get to see you in partial transformations up close. It's actually kinda hot." Reno smiled as his uncovered hand came up to stroke the strip of scales framing his face.

"Sweet Heart, now is not the time." Iharu stared exasperatedly into Reno's mischievously delighted eyes.

"Consider this as your punishment for not letting me in on this sooner." Reno laughed lightly as he kissed the same place his fingers were earlier on his face.

"Are you kidding? We'd be in twice as much trouble by now if I knew you were this much of a perv as me." Iharu retorted, feeling himself smile despite the unfortunate circumstances.

"We haven't been together and alone long enough to talk about it." Reno tacked on sensuously as he trailed a wet path of kisses down his neck, lapping at the border of human and scale.

Seeing a visual indicator of how much he affected Iharu may have made some subtle changes in his brain's chemistry. It almost felt like Iharu was being honest about himself for the first time since he changed. Reno may be looking at a monster right now, but he didn't feel a shred of fear or disgust at the sight. If anything, he felt happiness at seeing what looked like a final wall of self imposed protection coming down. If anything... it just made Iharu more attractive.

"Well... We're alone now. Anything you got on your mind that you wanna try." Iharu stated as he projected another deep growl toward the ceiling. His now raptor-like fingers made their way to tug at the hem of Reno's shorts, letting himself get swept away by the bold and reckless energy they seemed to be creating.

"How about trying out that tongue in different places?" Reno offered, leaning back to peel off his t-shirt. He took a second to use it to wipe off his hand, wanting to trace the outlines of the patches and feel his cold hands melt against the super heated hybrid skin of his lover's body.

No objections were heard as Iharu enthusiastically dove back in for more kisses. They felt more intense this time, practically laying claim to every micrometer of Reno's lips and tongue. He wasted no time in leaving both of them breathless, mercilessly attacking every spot in Reno's mouth with his now longer tongue. Growing impatient with the knowledge that he had permission to explore, he left Reno gasping as he laid a path of restricted carnage down his neck. It had already been viciously maimed twice tonight with both sides of it covered in angry patches of red and purple bite marks. Some spots were bleeding a little now from where Iharu forgot to mind how sharp his Kaiju teeth were.

He sucked a path of hickeys further down, opting to spend more time investigating Reno's reactions to his monster mouth on his pert nipples. Feeling the long tongue writhing around it and hearing the obscene sucking noises he was making added to shocks of pleasure electrocuting his nerves. Reminding himself to be gentle again, Iharu tugged on one slightly with his teeth while thumbing the other one. Quiet, shuddering moans escaped from Reno's mouth as he gripped Iharu's upper forearms. As he began to switch the treatments to the other sides, Reno could feel a pool of heat building deep in his core. The intensity was already maddening and was beginning to increase as Iharu left a trail of hot, lapping kisses down his abs to the waistband of his loose shorts.

Biting the edge of the elastic shorts, Iharu pulled them back far enough to look up at Reno through his lashes, his eyes conveying a burning question with hopes that its answer would be favorable. Bracing his hands on the counter, Reno lifted his hips up just enough for Iharu to yank them down and tossed them off to the right to be forgotten. He tenderly placed his hands on the undersides of Reno's thighs and spread them. Planting suckling kisses on the inside of his thighs gave Iharu the chance to stare lovingly at the sight before him.

Reno whimpered a little now that he was fully exposed to the cooler air of the bath house and sitting on the bare counter. He was fully erect and leaking small drops of precum, resisting the urge to palm at it while Iharu continued to marvel at his cock. Whining at taunting display, Reno just about had enough of being stared at with no release and shifted his hips on the counter in a prayer to tempt Iharu to direct his mouth's attention to where he needed it. Iharu caved upon hearing him and finally gave it a teasing lick.

His tongue practically wrapped around the twitching member almost completely around as he dragged it slowly upwards. Catching the briny droplets as it slithered up, Iharu licked his lips with them and moaned softly at the taste. He tried to take a second and focus on his mouth, not trusting himself to put it anywhere close to one of his most favorite things in the world while it was full of muscle shredding fangs. Now more restrained, Iharu slowly lowered his mouth around Reno. Clear moans echoed throughout the room as Iharu thought of every which way he could abuse his new tongue's form to draw out every delicious and addicting mewl and moan from Reno's bit-swollen lips.

Iharu took his time bobbing his head up and down while swirling his tongue sinfully. Reno had to grip the edge of the counter harder to stop himself from tugging on Iharu's mohawk, now that his head fins were out and has been known to seriously cut people who weren't careful. Muscles in his core and legs began to clench in a desperate fight to starve off a sudden release. Iharu could tell how hard Reno was fighting himself from the way his body reacted in his sensitive hands and from how loud his shaking moans became. His felt his possessive side kick into overdrive and became indignant at the thought that Reno would withhold something so precious from him in his time of need.

Iharu pulled off of the slicked member, trailing a thin string of saliva from the tip to his lips. Setting a path of pecks down its length, he pulled Reno's hips further off the counter to gain better access to his entrance. Pushing his legs higher, Iharu teased the tip of his tongue in a circle before slowly sliding it in as far as he could. Reno's moans turned into cries as he felt it pulsing and writhing around, stretching him out with an almost alien sensation. Searching around, Iharu found the sweet spot and began attacking it without remorse. Between the pulsing, wide base and the precision-like tip relentlessly stimulating his prostate, Reno couldn't hold himself back from the edge for much longer.

Reno cried and panted out his name like a chant, spilling his cum down his shaft. Iharu wasted no time in lapping up the mess in small strokes. Vocally savoring every morsel that managed to get into his mouth, he could feel little shreds of his humanity flaking away. Little pieces of himself that he had been holding on to help hold himself back. This whole moment had been an exercise in restraint for him. Trying not to cave in and take, to claim like he wanted. He was aware that Reno said to trust him, that he could take whatever his Kaiju self wanted to place on him. It didn't change that fact that Iharu still cared deeply for him and never wanted to not be kind and gentle with him.

Seeing Reno break like that from pleasure, to know that he caused that with the abilities of a Kaiju flowing through his veins, broke those last fragments of apprehension. He said to trust him, and who was he to not take him up on that?

"Mine." Iharu words rumbled into the base of Reno's cock, his voice no longer his own. The words sounded ripped through, like they were being tumbled with stone in the center of a thunder storm.

"You're mine." He repeated again as he swiped up the last remnants of Reno's climax. While he still felt woozy, Reno could feel the long and deceptively strong tail wrap around his body. Slipping around his arms and tightening them against his sides, he felt the tip of it slide around the back of his neck and rest under his chin. He remembered making a mental note that questioned where the tail spikes went, before forgetting everything once he saw how Iharu was looking at him.

Taking advantage of how little fight was left in him, the tail's tip forced him to face the searing gaze that Iharu leveled at him. Eyes narrowed and pupils blown, it left only the thinnest ring of iris to shine brilliantly through the black. Usually a more pink lemonade shade, it had deepened to a neon magenta and shone just as bright in the dim room. The patches of scales seemed to pulse with a menacing light as well, matching the dark expression. Iharu stared through his soul as he licked the remnant flavor of him off his lips.

He leaned over to lick the shell of his ear as he teased the opening of Reno's asshole with the tip of his firmly erect member. With nowhere to run and not an easy way to stop this if he wanted, Reno began to whimper and gasp as he felt it push into his now wet hole. Iharu continued to lick and nibble as distractingly as possible as he slowly pulled and prodded his monster cock inside.

"You're doing so well, Sweet Heart." Iharu whispered into his ear, the private pet name sounding so familiar yet strange in his new change in cadence.

"So perfect. Just for me." Reno could swear he could feel every nerve, vein, and muscle slowly making its way inside. Searing as it carved out its own personalized path through his body, making him feel like it would leave a permanent impression.

"You know that all too well, don't you? Otherwise you wouldn't have accepted this." As Iharu nestled him firmly onto the base of his cock, he gave Reno's hips a firm squeeze to emphasize the situation he was in.

"You had to have known this was going to happen if you stuck with me long enough. You knew there was going to be a day where I couldn't hold back any longer. A day where you finally get to see how I hold you in my heart." Iharu pulled back a little to look his captured lover in the eyes.

The slight smirk that formed on his lips was an image that completely contrasted with the visage of Iharu that Reno had always had in his mind. Iharu smiles with his whole face, his cocky grins always showcased all of his teeth. The smile he had on now was an easy, effortless smirk. Which made Reno wonder if this was even Iharu at all.

"You said you could take it. Now I'm gonna make you beg for it." Iharu bent his head down to tease one of Reno's nipples again, rocking his fully sheathed cock into his ass.

"Iha! You- ahh, God!" Reno cried in worship. Already feeling overstimulated, his blood sang in his ears as he felt himself clench around him in response. Iharu chuckled at the sensation.

"Am I making you see the Pearly Gates already, Sweet Heart? I haven't even started yet." With as white as his vision went at that second, Reno probably was.

Iharu pulled back far enough until he felt the first plate snap past the tight ring of muscle before slamming it back in harshly. Reno felt his body spasm with the realization that his dick was curved just enough to slightly miss his prostate. He could feel his throat choke on his own cries as Iharu repeated the action, seemingly testing the waters to see if they could take this further. Or just to torture him with the bare minimum needed to make him see stars, he wasn't really sure and couldn't bring himself to question.

"Iha-ah! Pl-please..." Reno tried to beg with words becoming difficult already.

"Come on, Sweet Heart. I know you can tell me what you want. You weren't having a problem with that earlier." Iharu took a break from abusing his chest with his mouth to murmur the sentiment on top of his heart.

"Yo-you... can- haa! Fu-fuck me... ha-harder." Using the last brain cells he felt he had, Reno managed to give Iharu the go ahead to take what was his. It was going to be interesting to see if not being able to think made his chances of surviving however long he had left on this earth any better. Taking one last look at his lover's face, he got a chance to see Iharu's smile. His real, true, cocky, tooth filled smile before losing all capacity to think when Iharu pulled back as far as he dared and slammed back in ruthlessly.

The pace he set was brutal, as the rounded scale plate on his cock snapped past Reno's asshole and stimulated it till it felt almost numb. The grip Iharu had on his hips felt bruising and made him almost sure he was bleeding from his sharp fingernails. The tail had tightened even more around his body, emphasizing how he couldn't run from this, making him understand that this is what he asked for. To ask Iharu to stop holding back from him was to show him just how greedy, possessive, and insecure he was on the inside. So of course to show him that, he'd fuck him the only way that made sense. By letting him rip every cry, spasm, and climax Reno could willingly give him.

There wasn't any spot on his soul that could bring himself to complain however. His voice was quickly becoming hoarse from screaming, he was trapped in a crushing embrace, and felt like his brain was melting out of his ears with every brutal thrust he took. Reno couldn't be any happier. In any other moment he felt like he would have been embarrassed to admit this, but seeing Iharu stop holding everything about himself back and taking out all his frustrations on him for once made for an experience unlike any they had yet. It felt like Reno had found something he didn't realize was missing, and that was being pushed to his physical limits in the most pleasurable way possible.

Apparently not content with just making him scream his battle hardened lungs out, Iharu decided to just fuck his life out as well and tried to find a way to do just that. Pulling his hips closer to him, he used his tail to support most of Reno's weight and balanced the rest of him off the edge of the counter. With his head crooked awkwardly against the back wall, Reno was forced to look as Iharu slammed repeatedly into his sporadically clenching asshole as he looked for his sweet spot again.

Once Iharu found it when he shifted Reno's legs to his shoulders, he didn't even have to hit it twice before Reno came with stars spotting his vision. It came on so suddenly to him that he didn't get the chance to warn Iharu about it. Not that it seemed to matter as he clearly wasn't done with him just yet.

"I always thought you were amazing, you know that?" Iharu started to speak again, having spent this whole time growling and moaning with every thrust.

"Always so cold and impassive -ahh- until shit hits the fan, then -agh- You became someone else." He continued to grunt out, opting for harder over faster as he continued his assault on Reno's ass.

"Someone so quiet, now so commanding. It suits you, all that attention." His eyes became unfocused to match the glassy haze he was sporting. He brought up a hand and tilted his head to mouth sweet nothings into one of Reno's shaking calves.

"So envious of you for so long. Thought it was all that I wanted from you. What you had." His heady pants became more pronounced, making the skin on his leg hot and moist from his breath.

"I have you now. All to myself. And most days, that's enough." Iharu moaned softly as he took a second to place a batch of the softest, sweetest, most revered filled kisses into that one spot on his calf.

"But you wouldn't mind if I had a taste of it, would you?" The look he gave was so innocent, eyes looked so desperate and pleading. He could have asked him to help with a murder and Reno would've said yes, if he had the ability to speak at all then. Which is why it didn't surprise him all that much more when Iharu opened his mouth and bit down on his leg hard enough to bleed. With a couple more thrusts and the taste of Reno's blood in his mouth, Iharu finally released everything he had been holding onto for the last few weeks.

All the frustration that had been building let loose into a molten hot climax sent deep into Reno's oversensitive ass. He could feel himself clenching rapidly around Iharu's pulsing cock and found himself shocked at the mixture of sensations he was feeling. Searing pain centered around the spot on his calf and deep in his core, but ebbed out in intensely pleasured waves that radiated throughout the rest of his intermittently shivering body. Still breathing heavily, Iharu pulled his mouth apart and licked at the fresh wound. His eyes began to widen as he began to realize just what he was tasting and started to panic,

"Fuck, fuck, fuck! Oh FUCK, I'm so sorry!" Iharu's voice shifted back to normal at the shock of what he had done.

"I can't believe I did that! Are you okay? Let me go clean that-" As Iharu carefully dropped Reno's legs, he tried to pull out as well, not realizing that his dick still wasn't back to human form. Reno hissed loudly as his legs cinched themselves back around Iharu's waist.

"You pull out of me right now, and I'll either die or end up killing you." Reno could sense the throbbing pain from the wound on his leg, but it just seemed to blend in with the oversensitivity coming from his greatly abused asshole. Taking the hint, Iharu began to calm himself by passively massaging his thighs as he placed soft kisses into his chest. He also pulled Reno closer to him to give him room to lay his head straight.

"Yeah, that tracks. But the second you feel okay for me to leave, I really should patch you up. I really am so sorry, I don't know what came over me."

"Don't be. That was the tamest thing that I thought was going to happen." Reno tried to slow his racing heart as he felt the rest of him melt into his boyfriend's warm touches.

"Reno, I bit you. You're actively bleeding! You've felt where my mouth has been!" Iharu said as he looked into his eyes and placed a hand on Reno's face, stroking his cheek concerningly. Reno lifted his head slightly as he took a good look at the bite wound, blood lightly dripping down his leg.

"Ehh. It's not that bad." he sighed, rocking his head back onto the counter.

"Okay, what cloud are you on? Because you are clearly past nine." Iharu retorted with a disappointed expression. All Reno could do was scoff in response.

"Alright, new plan. I don't think I'm gonna be okay enough for you to leave my ass anytime soon. Think you can carry me over to the standing showers?"

"Standing showers? Why over there?" Iharu questioned.

"Wash it off the best we can over there. Maybe the running water will also help me off of here too?" Reno shrugged, still within the confines of the tail. Iharu stared intensely through the short wall that supported the counter they were fucking on. Just a few feet down and away from them, was a row of tall shower heads that the Defense Force installed to give the officers options. Mainly people just used them to rinse off if they were in a hurry or had never been to a Japanese bath house before.

"I probably can? It's probably going to hurt moving you either way." Iharu said as he unwrapped his tail from around his boyfriend's torso.

"That's fine. Just try to lift me up slowly. If you can." Reno said, moving his free arms to wrap them around Iharu's shoulders.

With a lot of hissing and muffled apologies, Iharu managed to lift Reno off the counter. Gripping his ass and firmly as possible, Iharu enlisted the use of his tail again to try and take most of the weight so there would be less pressure directly placed on Reno's ass. They quietly padded their way over to the row of shower heads, with Reno calmly breathing into Iharu's clavicle. Balancing him carefully, Iharu turned on the shower and waited for it to at least get past bone-chilling cold.

The decent water pressure thumped down their shoulders and backs, releasing a raptured sigh from the both of them. Iharu's head and wings twitched sporadically in the spray of water as he smiled, causing Reno to giggle a little at the sight.

"What?" Iharu chuckled back, closing one eye against the onslaught of pouring water.

"You're acting like a bird in a birdbath. It's cute." Reno smiled as he brushed a hand through the side of Iharu's hair, surprised at seeing that the water was helping crack apart his head fins.

It seemed that the shower was helping break up the patches of Kaiju skin and was helping him return back to normal. Iharu definitely started to feel like a new man, now that the stress of hiding what he thought were the worst parts of himself was now nowhere to be felt. He began to hope in that moment he could someday find a way to properly tell Reno just how thankful he was for having him in his life. He didn't think he would be half the soldier he was, or even function in the Defense Force, if he hadn't met someone as balls-to-the-wall crazy as he could be some days. For now though, he just settled on soft pecks and murmured praise and apologies into Reno's abused neck and shoulders.

As he felt the tail that was helping hold him up begin to disappear, Reno tightened his grip on his legs and one of his hands so he could use the other to card his fingers through Iharu's hair. As much as he loved being ruthlessly stretched and fuck by the Kaiju form, not having access to his favorite hand hold and past time had put a temporary damper on the experience. Now that the head fins were gone, he could passively tug on each feathery strand as much as he wanted and began to encourage the addition of soft gasps to the loving dialogue Iharu was reciting into his neck.

Starting to feel weak in the knees now that his Kaiju powers were dissipating, Iharu walked forward and braced Reno's back against the shower wall. The impact made him bounce slightly on the still hard, but now human cock buried in his ass and wrenched out a choked moan.

"Fuck, mmph. Sorry." Iharu apologized as he muffled a gasp with an open mouth kiss. Reno felt himself clenching unbidden around the member in him again, seemingly undeterred despite being close to exhaustion at this point. He began to shift his hips a little at a time, rocking what little that was out of him back in again.

"You can't be serious right now." Iharu muttered in disbelief, finding his own hips moving on their own accord as well.

"Hey, I never said I was down for the count. Just that I didn't feel ready for you to leave." Reno caught himself giving a wicked smile, knowing very well that this might be the last decision he could be making in his very short, very well pleasured life.

"Fuck it. How 'bout I show you I'm not always the big, bad Kaiju?" Iharu slid themselves down the wall as carefully as possible.

Reno felt folded in half as he was cradled between the wall and Iharu, sitting squarely in his lap with his legs splayed out on either side of his waist. He felt those strong and calloused hands grip and play with each ass cheek while squeezing playfully. Iharu brought his mouth back up to lick into his mouth again as a hand came around to gently tug his softened cock back awake. He kept Reno there in that moment, just lightly bouncing him in his lap and drawing out hoarse gasps. Soon enough, Iharu kissed a path on his jaw that led to his other ear and lathered it in precious nibbles and heaps of praise.

The clear difference in how he was treated now from how he was ten minutes felt nothing short of astounding. Feeling just as loved as he was before, but in a more palatable method. Between the gentle touches and the onslaught of compliments telling him how amazing he was and that he was doing such a good job for him made Reno whine in impatience. Feeling ready enough, he braced his thighs harder against Iharu's hips and tried to slam himself down onto his stiff member. Reading the message loud and clear, Iharu removed his hand from Reno's cock and brought it back to his ass.

Gripping surely, Iharu lifted up and slammed the well stretched asshole into his lap. Both of them cried out in pleasure and were surprised at how easy they were sliding into each other now. Keeping the pace slow and even, he kept going, watching for any changes in Reno's expression that told him he should stop. Reno didn't want him too, never wanted him to. Feeling how easy they were gliding against each other and hearing the obscenely wet noises over the rush of the shower all helped retighten the hot muscles in his core as he felt close to coming again.

Hearing Reno's broken cries made Iharu snap all over again. Shifting his hands to his boyfriend's bruised hips, he grabbed firmly and picked up the pace. Feeling like he was getting closer to the edge faster than before, Reno dove for Iharu's lips and cinched his legs harder. Forcing him to drill directly into his prostate, Reno's body started to show signs of caving. He was pulling Iharu's hair harshly and was struggling to kiss him properly, gasping open mouthed as they lashed at each other's tongues.

Feeling Reno tighten around him and relentlessly driving up into him made Iharu get close fast. A couple hard grinds later and they were rocking each other through their collective orgasms. Reno felt full and ran over by a truck. Iharu finally felt exhausted for the first time in two months. They both wordlessly agreed that this was the most they could get away with tonight.

"How the fuck are you still hard?" Reno gasped out after a few minutes of inactivity.

"Mutant Kaiju powers, Sweet Heart." Iharu tiredly chuckled, "I've got an ice bath set up that I was planning on getting into earlier. Should be enough to kill the last of my ridiculous stamina. How about I clean you up, patch you up, and hop in before I cart us both off to bed." he planted a soft peck in promise as Reno lowly moaned in agreement. Keeping to his word, he pulled out carefully and cleaned themselves up while in the shower before leaving his tired lover on the bath house counter they were on earlier.

Coming back with the emergency med kit the division had learned to keep in almost every room in the building because everyone had a bad habit of popping stitches at the worst times, he got to work on Reno's leg and hips. As Iharu got distracted by disinfecting the bite, Reno leaned back on the counter only to pull his hand back in confusion at what he felt. Looking down, he noticed some distinct hand prints embedded in the cracked concrete counter. Alarmed and concerned, he decided not to say anything.

Before walking away to get in the ice bath, Reno asked if he could bring him with, wanting to sit next to him and not feel alone in the cavernous room. Iharu humored him and brought a plastic stool for him to sit on while he chilled. After he set Reno up next to him, he breathed rapidly, before grabbing the edge of the steel soaking tub and jumped in. Breathing more slowly now, Iharu was up to his chin in iced water.

"So what made you-" Reno tried to start.

"Shh." Iharu cut him off with a finger before his head disappeared under the water as well.

Seconds later, steam began to rise unnaturally quick from the surface of the water. Ice even melted in record time the longer Iharu stayed under. Moments later, he reappeared, gasping for air and shaking his head.

"What was that about?" Reno asked.

"Just ahh... little trick I've been working on?" Iharu said, slicking his hair back as an excuse not to look Reno in the eyes.

'Uh huh. And what does the trick help with exactly?" Reno pressed suspiciously, seeing right through Iharu's attempt to dodge scrutiny. He sighed, conceding that tonight just seemed to be the night to confess personal sins apparently.

"I've figured out a way to selectively heal parts of my body by combining Kafka's meditation, Ogata's mental training, and an ice bath because sometimes I sneak into the gym when you're not looking to lift an unhealthy amount of weights in an attempt to tire myself out so I can sleep." Iharu leveled his gaze with what was hopefully a palpable amount of regret and apologizing. Reno just looked away indifferently before speaking in a passively aggressive tone.

"Well... At least you told me."

"Hey, it was either this, or I ask you to do what we just did ten more times across the week."

"You could have at least talked to me about it." Reno pouted.

"Do you EVEN HEAR how crazy that sounds right now? If you were any other person, my only other option would probably be becoming an eunuch."

"Okay, now that sounds crazy." Reno retorted, turning to face him.

"Hey, either I get to use it, or it's leaving." Iharu waved his hand dismissively.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I like to use it." Reno said, poking Iharu's forehead playfully. Iharu scrunched his nose at him before having enough of the ice water and hopping out. The two of them walked back over to the counter to gather their stuff before leaving. There was a moment of heavy debate as to whether or not they should bother getting back into their soiled and sweaty clothes.

"We should just bare it and put them back on. I'd hate to sleep in them though." Reno said, looking at the suspicious stain on his white t-shirt.

"I'd say we could change once we get back, but Haruichi's a light sleeper like you and he'll notice us if we move around too much." Iharu held up his pants and jacket from earlier, gears turning in his mind. He slid on the sleep boxers and jacket and tossed his pants to Reno.

"Here, put it on. It'll at least cover some of you."

"You have a plan?" Reno questioned, sliding on the pants.

"Maybe? It's not the greatest plan. You hold on to my shit while I carry you down the hall. We make a break for it and pray no one sees us before we strip back down in our room and sleep naked?" Iharu shrugged as he gathered the rest of his stuff that he brought with.

Reno just chuckled as he shook his head. Seeing that the night was already full of surprises and he didn't think he had enough energy to stand, let alone sprint back to their room half naked, he decided to roll with the attitude of the night. Batshit crazy, just like the two of them.

"Sure. Let's do it

Epilogue......

It was midway through the next day before Reno and Kafka had a chance to talk to each other. The Third Division was outside on the track finishing up the last leg of laps Vice Captain Hoshina had ordered them to do today as a part of their training.

"Alright everyone! Ten minute break and we start on One v. One hand to hand!" Hoshina's voice rang crisp and clear over the heads of the attentive officers. The group dispersed after responding back with a uniform 'Yes Sir!".

Reno had made his way over to a bench to catch his breath and sat down. Moments later, he heard a jolly call from a familiar friend sent in his direction. Kafka came over and sat on his right side as he clapped a hand hard on his back in greeting.

"Hey buddy! How ya doin'?"

"Just fine Sir. What about you?" Reno replied after a sip of water.

"Well, I'm just peachy, but I'm gonna get straight to the point with you." Kafka said, keeping a disarming smile.

"About... what Sir?" Reno asked, already nervous and suspicious. Kafka looked around them for a second before leaning in closer.

"Reno... you know you can tell him to stop, right?" When the look Reno gave back made it clear to Kafka that he didn't get the point, he reiterated.

"Have you seen your neck in the mirror lately? You do realize that you can get blood clots if that happens enough." Kafka's voice became a little more exasperated, but still kept a playful smile. Reno sheepishly rubbed at the vibrant battlefield his skin had turned into over night. Kafka continued to rib at his friend's appearance as he leaned down to retie a shoelace that had come undone.

"I mean, if I didn't know any better, I would think Iharu was making a serious attempt to-" Kafka stopped mid sentence as his attention was caught by something else on Reno's body.

On his right leg, was a semi-circular dashed scar on the inside of his calf. Staring at it made Kafka stop and stare for a moment as he tried to rationalize what he was looking at.

"Is... everything okay Sir?" Reno asked, pausing mid sip.

"Hoshina! Come over here for a second." Kafka's voice resonated throughout the yard and caught the Vice Captain's attention. Walking over, he tried to inquire as to why he was wanted over here, but got interrupted as Kafka got up and grabbed him by his shoulders and pushed him to stand to Reno's right.

"Hibino, what seems to be the- HEY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?" Hoshina began to object loudly as Kafka kneeled back down and lifted up the Vice Captain's left pant leg. In a similar, practically mirrored location, was another bite mark almost identical to Reno's. The three of them stared for a moment at what was before them, before the silence was broken by a fit of Hoshina's giggling.

"Finally convinced him to show you his wild side, huh?" He managed to get out between spurts of laughter. Reno's face started to burn in embarrassment as he watched Kafka put two and two together.

"IHARUUUU!" Kafka bellowed with the force of a thousand foghorns. Everyone turned to look at the offending culprit. The man in question was in the middle of a pleasant conversation with the other three members of the Kaiju Soldier Division Squad. Turning to face the caller of his name, he got a good look as to why he was being called out in such a threatening manner.

"THE FUCK DID I SAY ABOUT NOT BEING CAREFUL?" Kafka called out as he made his way over to Iharu.

"Oh fuck, oh, fuck, oh FUCK! I SAID I WAS SORRY!" Iharu turned to run away, immediately debating if the repercussions of transforming without permission would be worth it if it gave him a chance at survival against a very angry elder Kaiju.

"GET BACK HERE SO I CAN MUZZLE YOU, YA LITTLE SHIT!" Kafka picked up the pace and chased Iharu back onto the running track. Reno was thankful he couldn't hear the sound of his own thoughts over the shrieking laughter coming from Hoshina.