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“Ya can’t be goin’ ‘round doin stuff that make others uncomfortable.”

Hikaru is sitting on the floor of Yoshiki’s bedroom. Legs crossed, Master Master manga between his hands as he leans his back on Yoshiki’s bed getting more comfortable, and his mind drifts towards that one instance, when Yoshiki scolded him only yesterday about touching him back so suddenly.

Hikaru didn’t mean to scare anyone, he just supposed what Yoshiki did to him might feel good to do back, but apparently, the other black haired teenager wasn’t happy about it at all.

Yoshiki was on top of the bed, directly behind Hikaru, him resting his back on the wall and sitting on the bed legs stretched out so that the ends of his heel stuck off the edge and almost tapped Hikaru’s shoulders. Yoshiki’s real tall and long.

He was also reading Master Master once again, but today for around the seventh time. Yoshiki’s read this manga for longer than Hikaru ever remembers, even when the other Hikaru before him was alive. He’s always reading this.

Hikaru has never read it, not even in the memories he preserved. He can’t recall a single time, but overall it’s turning out to be fun. 

“Where are ya, in the manga?” Yoshiki asked him, because the guy has a passion for this show like none before, and is probably real curious to see Hikaru’s advances.

Hikaru squints his eyes, realizing he’s been drifting into thought without paying as much attention to detail lately as he was. “Uhhh” he clears his throat “Don is already leavin’ in a boat, and he found some other guys…”

Hikaru doesn’t have to turn around to know Yoshiki is slapping his face in disappointment “ya haven’t read a bit…”

“I-I did!” Hikaru suddenly turns around, dropping the manga on the ground in an attempt to defend himself but also look at Yoshiki to the eye. A bit difficult since Hikaru was kneeling on the floor and Yoshiki was sitting on top of the bed. “I did read!”

“Last time ya read when he left the island on the boat… now you’re readin’ when he’s on board—“ Yoshiki sighs “the same scene.”

Hikaru opens his mouth in retort, but finds it in himself he can’t lie to Yoshiki, just like before. He chokes on air and then closes his mouth, looking away with a small sigh.

Yoshiki, behind his own Master Master manga, smiles a little. Hikaru doesn’t see it though, and the black haired teenager pretends to continue reading after the small distracting victory.

This was nice. Having Hikaru here, at his house reading manga without much sound going on. Yoshiki accepted Hikaru wasn’t the original Hikaru a bit ago and if he were truly honest— he doesn’t think about this person as the other Hikaru anymore. His dear friend who passed on the mountain… that Hikaru is gone.

And after that small talk in the festival, when he and ‘Hikaru’ ate their colored shaved ice and he cried out loud for the first time, Yoshiki has let go. It’s been rough, but he hardly sees this Hikaru as Indo Hikaru anymore. 

Yoshiki smiles.

This is real nice.

“Hey Yoshiki, I was thinkin’…” the small and calm voice of the white haired teenager comes through, unprovoked and predictable. Yoshiki lowers his manga to where it’s covering half of his face, nose down. “Huh?” 

“The other day ya said…”

Yoshiki raised his brow. Hikaru looked nervous, if the way he had his arms crossed and resting on top of the mattress and his face buried in said anything. He was also playing with the skin of his arm. Hikaru bit his lip where Yoshiki couldn’t reach to see.

The other got even more curious about what was up, the white haired boy resting between Yoshiki’s legs, on the mattress. 

“Ya said I shouldn’t do anythin’ that made others uncomfortable… but how…” he stopped.

Yoshiki blinked. So that’s what it was all ‘bout? 

“How am I supposed to touch ya back, then?” And even if the black haired teenager knows this sentence comes on all innocence from the impurity Hikaru is, to human ears, it’s kind of…

“It feels sorta one-sided” Hikaru mumbles, then looks up to Yoshiki with curious eyes.

The other takes in a sharp breath, then lowers the Master Master manga suppressing the blush that he felt just creeped up his face. 

How should he explain this sorta stuff? It was real humiliating and embarrassing. Being just touched so suddenly by Hikaru that last time in the classroom caught him completely off guard— and the other should be taught not to do that kind of thing. 

“Ya just did it too suddenly, so it spooked me… it’s all.”

But the hesitation in his voice was enough to make Hikaru cock his head to the side in a silent question. “It’s all?” He asked. 

Yoshiki stayed silent.

Hikaru started stressing.

“Yoshikiiii!” He whined “why ‘re ya like thiiiiiiis?” The other teen raised a brow and looked at him in curiosity with a small “like what?”

Hikaru sighed “Yuki-chan said this the other day. Ya ain’t sayin’ stuff that bothers you sometimes, but we can see it in yer face” he points. 

“That ain’t true, I called ya out last time, in the classroom.” 

Hikaru growls at him with a nose scrunch and huffs. 

But he takes a while to speak up about anything else; which leaves Yoshiki thinking maybe the boy is falling asleep because he re-buried his face inside his folded arms but…

“I wanna make it up to ya” Hikaru talked, muffled by Yoshiki’s bed cover.

The black haired teenager feels a drop of sweat creep down his nape. “Oh.” 

And then Hikaru opens his eyes again, this time looking directly at Yoshiki. He looked guilty somehow, and the lighting on his face from the outside window right behind Yoshiki’s back gave Hikaru’s eyes the impression of a kicked puppy that got the other feeling real bad for him. 

“I just don’t know how…” Hikaru said “I can try it again, and maybe if you know I’ll go for it— you’ll be alright with it!” 

Yoshiki stares with a slightly opened mouth. 

Hikaru sits a bit more upright, Yoshiki’s leg now awkwardly hanging. At the discomfort he felt and the expression he made of his leg just hanging about, Hikaru noticed, too quickly.

In response, he grabbed onto Yoshiki’s clothed leg and rested it on top of his shoulder. Yoshiki’s chest suddenly started beating real fast.

“We can try touchin’ how ya want it” Hikaru said, a soft smile getting on his face “but I don’t know what that means for humans.”

Ah— okay— Yoshiki was gettin real riled up right then. He needs to calm down. So, Hikaru doesn’t know what he’s doin’ at all. He isn’t so ‘there’ yet to understand many human sex context clues except the joking ones boys do in their classroom. Alright.

“Uh…” Yoshiki tried to explain anything that could work even if it shouldn’t be so embarrassing since… well, Hikaru wouldn’t find it embarrassing, but… it is to Yoshiki! You just— ain’t talking about this kinda stuff, never out loud. 

He let out a small sigh; but the reminder of his leg being on top of Hikaru’s shoulder and their position on the bed made his throat start to close up.

Maybe Hikaru didn’t really get what Yoshiki meant directly, but he could in fact sense embarrassment and nervousness. Could he… maybe sense arousal as well? Ah— what was Yoshiki thinking? Is he out of his mind?

“Physical contact is… what humans like” he concluded. 

After all, it’s one or if not the most popular ‘love’ language in probably all living species. Seeing it in a third person POV of course, and nothing to do with Yoshiki’s own desires. 

“Physical? Isn’t that what we were doin’?” Hikaru asks. Yoshiki pretends to think, but no, it isn’t. 

“You pulled me inside yer stomach, humans don’t pull each other inside t—“ but Yoshiki choked on his words, embarrassed and rephrased “we ain’t doing all that.”

Hikaru seemed desperate to know now, whiny. “Just tell me already…” he begged “I gotta know before ya tell me off again…”

Yoshiki’s eyes widen in bewilderment “it felt like ya were goin’ for my brain last time!” He accuses. Hikaru scoffs “I wasn’t! I ain’t tryna kill ya!” 

And even if Hikaru hadn’t said anything like the last line before, Yoshiki seems to believe him time and time again, and would once more. For some reason… this Hikaru saying he wasn’t gonna kill him… sounded fair. True. Humane. 

More human and alive than most people Yoshiki knows himself. 

“It felt like it, for a second.”

If Hikaru had dog ears of some sort, they would lower down at this very moment and his metaphorical puppy tail would stop wagging in sadness. 

Yoshiki can’t stand seeing him all mopey like that. Geez, it makes him sad as well.

The taller boy messes with Hikaru’s hair, who immediately gets ‘annoyed’ or so he says, and takes Yoshiki’s hand off. 

That seems to bring his mood back up, though. Does he really feel comforted with every little thing? Really, loyal as a dog.

First Hikaru or not, Yoshiki is real good at reading the guy, more than anyone. 

“So, physical contact, aye?” Hikaru starts.

Yoshiki doesn’t know why he feels a small sense of dread, as if he did something that would turn everything about this event a whole one eighty. 

“Humans ain’t feeling it the same so… yer sayin’ humans ain’t goin’ inside each other?”

The black haired boy’s whole body freezes up insanely. 

He can’t even form a word. How is he supposed to explain any of this? “Uh—“ because… well… humans… 

“I mean… it— it’s complicated.” Yoshiki mumbles “but not like you asked me to… go in you.”

Hikaru blinks, a small vision in his brain trying to form pictures of memories of the past Hikaru to know anything about a human going inside another human or whatever. At least, that’s what Yoshiki pictured his thinking face meant. He quickly stopped it with a finger smack to Hikaru’s forehead.

The other rubbed his forehead at the impact in retort. “Ow!”

“It’s not important, it’s just not the thing I’m lookin’ for” he admits.

Hikaru’s teary eyes seem to kinda comprehend the situation “so, then ya request somethin’ and I’ll do it.”

Yoshiki blinked. Hikaru wanted him to request something… physical to do. Anything? Like anything at all? 

And as if the universe itself had heard him, Hikaru said “I’ll do anythin’ ya want Yoshiki. I told you that.”

The black haired boy was sent spiraling at the words. He couldn’t go too far with his request. Not far at all. It had to be simple and… nothing too forward. But how was he supposed to control what he felt? This was real bad. If dad saw this… if the town saw this…

“Can ya…” but it was just awkward as hell “jeez— this… I can’t. I can’t speak ‘bout it.”

Hikaru stayed waiting anyways, even if he had a frown on his face. “Hah?” 

“Just do somethin’… just do whatever.”

“But ya said no touchin’ like I do it…”

Yoshiki covered his face with both hands in exhaustion. It was like teaching an elementary schooler what the naughty words meant without sounding too explicit and ruin their childhood. 

But if ‘Hikaru’ comes from the mountain and he’s just that old, shouldn’t he know just a bit more ‘bout all of this?

Or well, it’s different for impurities, maybe…

Wait— Yoshiki isn’t thinkin’ about— he shouldn’t be thinkin’ ‘bout that.

“How are humans supposed to touch?” Hikaru asks, most likely completely clueless of how close he’s getting by leaning even forwards, and how close his mouth is getting to Yoshiki’s body. Uh. Umm…

“Surface. Humans don’t touch through the body like ya. It’s only…” how else was he supposed to explain this? 

Yoshiki’s face gets real red. 

“It’s— man, figure it out.”

Hikaru seemed to be wanting to figure it all out himself anyways, getting a bit desperate at how long Yoshiki was taking to just spit out a simple sentence. If it was that humiliating, maybe humans considered touching real shameful or so. 

But if Yoshiki was real willing to just hand him the torch and ask him to please just take the lead and figure it out himself, Hikaru would try his very best.

If surface touching is what he wanted, he could maybe hold his hand, like the movies at school.

Hikaru did just that, grabbing for Yoshiki’s hand that was trying to cover a blush and just holding it like that. His hands are always nice and smooth. Real long too. Hikaru’s hands aren’t as long as Yoshiki’s are, but he finds that he doesn’t care one bit. Yoshiki’s body is longer anyway. It would be strange if his hands were short.

Hikaru was curious to know how the black haired teenager would feel about their hand positions.

But… he sees Asako and Yuki hold Yoshiki’s hand sometimes. Yoshiki never reacts with  hand touching, not like Hikaru does when Yoshiki sticks his hand inside his stomach. 

“Can humans feel like I did?” 

“Like ya did?” Yoshiki asks behind a dusty blush “how?”

“When ya stuck yer hand inside me—“ Yoshiki chokes “I felt real good. Can humans feel real good too?”

“I— I guess. Yeah. They can.”

Hikaru was gonna figure this one out himself, for sure. So, he let go of the hand holding Yoshiki’s and sliding further up the bed with the other boy’s leg still up his shoulder although no longer necessary, he raised his hand, placed it atop Yoshiki’s head and started patting it.

Yoshiki was… a little confused. 

“W-what are ya doin’?” And also a bit flustered. He was always the one doing this to Hikaru, not the other way ‘round! What was going on?

Hikaru immediately stops, once again, retreating his hand in confusion.

“It’s just…” Hikaru looks lost, then glares at Yoshiki’s head “when ya touched me the first time it was like…” 

Yoshiki seems to remember “oh, you said it reminded you of a head pat, right?” 

Hikaru nods.

Yoshiki gets a bit lost in thought, not thinking that a head pat could feel as good as it did at that moment; when Hikaru was moaning into his ear about how good it was.

“I think ya might’ve been wrong,” Yoshiki starts “sayin’ it was like a— you know what— forget it.” He dismisses the thought.

But the wave of thinking ‘maybe it’s what he associated it with since he’s short on memories and hormonal experiences … so he thought of the next greatest thing’ didn’t totally brush off.

“Just… try again.”

“Hmm…” Hikaru growled with a big frown in place. Physical contact is what Yoshiki said. What does it mean? It means being close, correct? Maybe if he was real close to Yoshiki… like, real close.

Hikaru started crawling even more up the bed, Yoshiki looking away in embarrassment and baffled about how suddenly close Hikaru was getting. For what reason? He has no idea what the other is about to do.

Soon enough, Hikaru was inches from his face. Yoshiki was… geez. Holy shit. Ah.

Was it even this hot inside this room? Or was he just really sweaty all of a sudden? His face felt real hot. Hikaru was… real close. “This is it?” The white haired boy’s hand unconsciously slid down to Yoshiki’s clothed thigh as he said so, and Yoshiki failed to suppress a shiver.

His throat felt so dry, but so wet at the same time. What was he, an animal? What’s wrong with himself? But still… 

“It’s closer…” Yoshiki answered “than the other two.”

Because hand holding and head pats were cute, but it wasn’t a real touching thing. It was sorta romantic, he supposed. Not that Yoshiki watches much romance content or movies aside from the bug documentaries, but he has seen some manga about it. Still, if he wanted to replicate what Hikaru felt, or what he supposed Hikaru felt— it was gonna get real embarrassing real fast.

“Closer, huh?” Hikaru stops in his tracks, then blinks. He looks at Yoshiki’s face, then, his eyes trail to Yoshiki’s shirt… and then lower… and lower.

And Yoshiki feels really embarrassed about all of this. “… eureka” Hikaru mumbles.

Yoshiki squints one eye “what?” Because what person in any sense dropped that random word out of nowhere? He’s sure he hasn’t heard that word since Winnie the Pooh movies back in kindergarten. 

“I got it!” Hikaru says, a little really excited.

Yoshiki grinds his teeth together, because… well… dang it.

The closer Hikaru got and the more he got his hand lower on his thigh, Yoshiki was accidentally getting real turned on. He didn’t mean for it to go this way… uh— but now what was he supposed to do?

He doesn’t say anything to Hikaru, just lets him do what he thinks.

“Don’t move, Yoshiki. Sit still.”

Even if Yoshiki thought this could end up with him being swallowed by the impurity again just like last time, a part of him, a big part, really trusted Hikaru. So, he sat still. 

Now, Hikaru had bent the leg on his shoulder to sit on the matress, Yoshiki appreciating it because it started to get uncomfortable the closer Hikaru got, getting up the bed. The white haired teenager was fully kneeling on the bed, almost chest to chest with Yoshiki.

Yoshiki’s breathing started getting hard to control, suddenly letting out big exhales and trying to control the short intakes of air that gave away how fast he truly would be breathing if he let himself go. 

Hikaru was super close to his face. So close, in fact, Yoshiki’s eyes could see directly into his red pupils, who were now appearing bright red. Were they always this bright? Were they always… red?

Hikaru’s chest started breathing with his own, and at this, the white haired teenager started to unbutton Yoshiki’s shirt. 

Yoshiki panicked for a moment. “W-what’re ya doing?” But Hikaru glanced up to his eyes once again, a sign that basically told him to keep quiet and go with it because he was experimenting. Yoshiki quickly shut up, realizing that well, it wasn’t bad. It wasn’t bad at all.

Soon, his shirt got unbuttoned and open. Yoshiki’s back felt tense against the wall, pressing like a scared cat. The closer Hikaru got, the more his body wanted to retreat, which was real weird because in reality Yoshiki… didn’t mind. At all. 

But no time of thinking prepared him for Hikaru’s hands sliding up his chest and then down his ribs, Hikaru’s slight nails raking against them as they slid down. At all of it, Yoshiki responded with a strange combination of a hitch of air intake followed by a choked moan.

He froze, and paused. Hikaru seemed to feel triumphant just then, face giving a coy smile at his slight victory.

Yoshiki, thoroughly embarrassed, covered his face with the back of his hand. 

None of them said a word about the strange exchange just then.

Hikaru just tried doing it again. This time, he put both palms on Yoshiki’s waist; then slid upwards and touched his back, getting to his shoulder blades. Yoshiki took a large intake of air really suddenly, one that left him breathless for only a second. Hikaru’s warm hands sliding against his skin, gave him shivers.

It wasn’t really enough, though. 

Still, Yoshiki used this opportunity to get closer to Hikaru. So, he pressed their chests together when Hikaru’s hand was on his back, and Yoshiki rested his head on Hikaru’s shoulder. He exhaled. 

Now they were truly gettin closer. Hikaru seemed a bit shocked about the response Yoshiki had, eyes widening a bit even if Yoshiki couldn’t see it. So he did something, and Yoshiki liked it. 

Hikaru gathered what he could about all of this, together. What was it that gave Yoshiki that kinda sentiment? When his hand touched his back, skin to skin, apparently. When they got real close. Yoshiki liked touching, and Hikaru, being really lonely, liked it as well.

He imagined for a short second Yoshiki doing the same kind of thing to him. Yoshiki running his hands through his back. It would certainly be real nice, he supposed. Still, it wasn’t the same as Yoshiki’s touch inside him like last time, or the one before. It wasn’t as good as being so in it. So, did Yoshiki feel the same way right now?

Was there something way better? 

Because, from the looks of it, Yoshiki felt the electricity only for the second Hikaru did what he did, but now he had calmed down even if Hikaru’s hand was resting on his back. There was more. This was only a little tease of what Yoshiki could potentially like, he guessed. What humans liked. Not that Hikaru cared what others liked if it wasn’t Yoshiki. 

“I almost got it, right?” Hikaru whispers, hoping that this all gives him a clue and he can figure out what to do next with much ease. “Er— sorta” Yoshiki mumbles, mouth dangerously close to Hikaru’s neck. 

Alright, so kind of. 

Hikaru felt a little proud of himself. “Okay, I’ll try my best~ !” He cooed as if it was some sort of contest from a TV show where the participants looked all happy and smiled to the camera. Yoshiki didn’t say much else.

“But remember that if it bothers me—“ Yoshiki started “ya gotta ask. Ya gotta ask stuff. And I’ll tell ya” 

Hikaru licked his lips in determination, then nodded. Yoshiki felt a bit more comfortable, seeing how close the other wanted to pay attention and get Yoshiki’s ‘touch’ right. Ah, if mom, dad or Kaoru were home and walked in on this… it would be the end of him, definitely. This looked and was all kinds of wrong.

“Yoshiki~” Hikaru started, just as his hands cupped his face. Yoshiki was forced to look into Hikaru’s eyes, “Ya got a handsome face.”

Yoshiki swallowed, hard. Hikaru’s eyes became half shut, and how dark they became real fast gave Yoshiki a big slap in the face about how turned on he really was.

Unpredictable, one of Hikaru’s hands stayed there, the other slid down. Down to Yoshiki’s chest… down to Yoshiki’s stomach. It grabbed onto his waist. “Yoshiki~” he sing songed.

“Mh?” Yoshiki asked in return. 

“I’m gonna touch yer waist, alright?”

“Yeah— sure.” 

Now, when Hikaru caressed his waist and held his face with the other hand Yoshiki found it real endearing. This was some sort of touching. But it wasn’t enough. 

It wasn’t what Yoshiki really wanted. It wasn’t. He felt the small desperation start to grow more and more, taking over him in colors of red. Hikaru was willing to do things, but Yoshiki wasn’t brave enough to ask him for them.

Yoshiki let out a small whine, when Hikaru’s hand just trailed a little lower. Hikaru’s head cocked to the side, like a dog hearing some new sound for the first time. 

“Hikaru—“ Yoshiki sighed, he licked his lips quickly and partially opened his mouth. His body was covered in sweat, his eyes droopy. Maybe Hikaru wouldn’t mind. 

“Just, uh—“ 

No, that would be too forward. How is he supposed to do this? Oh, it’s nerve wracking. Yoshiki bit his lip, then with a slight look away, sat up a little and pushed Hikaru’s hand lower. 

Oh— he couldn’t do this. This was wrong. Really, really wrong. 

Hikaru followed his movement with curious eyes and didn’t stop him. 

When he was teasing below the waistband, Yoshiki stopped him hesitantly. That was too much. Too forward. 

Yoshiki looked up at Hikaru, unknowingly giving his dark blue eyes a kinder hue as they pleaded, saying “over is fine— over.”

“Over what?” 

But by this time, Yoshiki sort of wanted to cry. If it was for the guilt of doing something so raunchy or Hikaru not understanding the whole of it. Guilt settled in his gut. 

“I can’t— ya ain’t even know what yer doin’, I can’t just… ask for things.”

“Ya can” Hikaru said bluntly “it’s what I said. I offered.” 

“It feels… wrong” he sighed “but right. I don’t know. It’s everythin’.”

Hikaru hummed, then blinked “but ya like it, don’t cha?” 

Yoshiki gave a small nod. Hikaru didn’t need to hear much else “then that’s enough. Ya gotta show me what to do— it’s a bit hard to just suppose. What if I hurt ya?” 

Yoshiki blinked tear drops away “ya won’t hurt me.” 

“…mhm” Hikaru says. A strange light was caught in his eyes, a flash.

Maybe he should have said something else, a warning of sorts, because not seconds later, Hikaru started basically putting his palm all over Yoshiki’s pants. 

“A-ah—“ Yoshiki choked, now fully resting his head on Hikaru’s shoulders. 

Hikaru’s other hand supported his back, and the other one touched in between them, on top of Yoshiki’s school pants. How dirtier could they be? Yoshiki— never in his life thought this would happen at all. Not Hikaru, not this Hikaru, not anyone. Then again, he was proved real wrong.

He felt dirty, disgusting, but so— real great.

Hikaru seemed to smile, Yoshiki gripping onto his shirt. “Ah, did I get it right?” 

All Yoshiki felt was his own tears being blinked away and his strength being lost by the second.

He isn’t a talker in any situation, at all, so all he could do for now was give the smallest of nods and hope Hikaru had felt it. At his response, the boy laughed. “Aha!”

But Yoshiki wasn’t laughing much, he was lost inside his brain. Hikaru at seeing his reaction wasn’t like the one from hand holding or touching his back (which were real short and temporary, feelings that easily died off after seconds like the shivers) kept going. Really, really amused.

“Yoshiki… I didn’t know ya were so filthy” he chuckles. “Yer real bawdy, I would have never thought.”

Yoshiki half wants to face palm at this, and half wants to just really get off right now. Ew. Why is he always the one stuck in these situations…

“S-Shut up—“ Yoshiki talks “leave it.” 

Hikaru’s freaky smile turns knowing, sticking his tongue out in mocking. “Yoshiki, so is it like the class magazines? That sorta thing?” 

Yoshiki gulps again. What is he supposed to reply to that? Yes? No? Maybe? 

Definitely no. “Yes.”

Dang it.

“Alright then,” but when Hikaru was gonna get handsy once again, Yoshiki stopped him awkwardly. “Wait… magazines are about girls, ya know. I ain’t a girl.” 

“What… do ya mean?” Hikaru asks. Yoshiki really wants to face palm. “We ain’t got the same… stuff. You know what, just leave it.”

“Huh? Wait— Yoshiki i wanna give it a try.”

But this time, Yoshiki sits up a bit, uses one of the Master Master mangas to cover his really growing erection resting between his thighs and just points to the door. “Get out.”

“Ha— haaaah?” Hikaru screams in disbelief “what! Did I do something wrong? Why r’e ya mad at me?” 

“I ain’t mad” 

“Yer kickin’ me out!” He whined, the white haired boy desperately looking for something to say that could make Yoshiki feel better about all of this mess.

Yoshiki only shook his head “just get out for ten minutes or so. I just…” he just… uhhh “go.”

Hikaru’s hunched shoulders appeared rather solemn as he stood up from the bed matress and with a confused, disappointed sigh started walking away.

Geez. Why did Yoshiki always give in to this sort of crap?

“I do wanna” he spoke up, before Hikaru was totally out the door. The white haired boy turned on his heel as if he just won the lottery, surprised.

Yoshiki licked his lips “but not right now.”

Hikaru stared at him from the doorway. “Later, then?”

“Later maybe.”

The possibility of being able to do something just like this again with Yoshiki and experiment and experience Yoshiki’s reactions and curious to what he would or could do, Hikaru could only light up like a Christmas tree and hyped, give a determined nod. 

“Sure. And, Yoshiki—“

“Huh?”

“I’ll do some research, alright?” Hikaru chuckled. Then, he shut Yoshiki’s room door with a small slam.

Yoshiki flushed, face to toes and waved around covering his face, making sure the manga didn’t fall out of place. Hikaru probably had no idea what his body being dense or shivery meant yet, but he would sure figure it out real quick. 

Yoshiki sighed into his palm. What was he supposed to do now, with this? Erections were never fun.

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This time of year, Kubitachi is supposedly sunny and hot, but for some reason it’s been stormy for five days straight.

Mom kisses Hikaru’s cheek as she tells him to have a good day and be really safe heading to Yoshiki’s house (to go to school together) because storms this powerful weren’t too common in the village. When things like these happened, the people would get together to talk to the mountain god, mom mentioned, and beg for him to be happier or something.

Whatever that means. Hikaru feels happy all the time, and he’s sure the weather isn’t his to control.

He grins.

Hikaru gets on his bike and the pedals get slippery when he steps on them. Rain drops start wetting his eyelashes as he huffs warm breath out, that clashes with the cold metal zipper of his jacket.

Hikaru gets on the bike anyways, and starts peddling out of his road, on his way to Yoshiki’s.

Yoshiki’s house isn’t far away at all. They actually live real close to each other, which makes it easier for them both to go to school together and come back. It also makes both their mom’s good friends, so they tend to hang out lots more.

Hikaru huffs warm air as he strains trying to hold his bike in place, the water making his tires squelch. He takes one hand off the bike handles for a second to wipe a freezing drop off his face quickly, then puts it back on to balance his vehicle.

Yoshiki’s house comes to view rapidly, and Hikaru recalls a memory that makes him grin.

Not only some days ago, him and Yoshiki were tryin’ out new stuff in his room. Ones where Hikaru discovered Yoshiki liked being touched a lot, specially skin to skin, which was surprising but also real silly. Hikaru liked that side of Yoshiki.

Even inside human Hikaru’s memories, he can’t seem to recall this much ‘intimacy’ even before. In his oldest one, he sees baby Yoshiki naked at the beach, which only makes him laugh. There is also one where it was real late at night and while camping, Yoshiki would unconsciously curl up pressed right behind Hikaru like a kitten looking for comfort.

It’s pretty funny, but it also proves what Hikaru thinks. He’s a lonely being, when he’s by himself, reminded he’s lifeless and monstrous. But he isn’t the only one. Apparently, Yoshiki’s parents are too busy fighting to pay much attention to him, and his sister doesn’t like to talk too much.

They are two sides of the same coin. Really, on the surface too different, but in reality too alike. Both filthy and hidden in the bottom of a drawer. Maybe they really needed to find each other to survive.

Hikaru’s wet hands start to break, bike going a bit slower and it making this horrible sound that makes the white haired boy wanna cover his ears.

He doesn’t.

Hikaru slides hurriedly off his bike and rings on Yoshiki’s door. Not only two minutes later Yoshiki’s mom answers real happily.

“Hikaru-kun!” She smiles, but something on her face twists in guilt “did you make your way over for Yoshiki? We apologize he didn’t stop by today.”

Ah, that’s right. In reality, Hikaru’s house is closer to the school by a bit. The thing is, today Yoshiki didn’t show up at the exact time he always shows up, so that meant Hikaru would go to his house this time and ask what was wrong. Of course he could have just headed to school himself, but what’s the point of school if Yoshiki isn’t there?

“Yeah! Wanted to ask where he was! Is he ‘ere? We’re sorta late” he chuckled, aiming for Yoshiki’s mom to have a small smile on her face and keep her spirits up. Yoshiki says making nice gestures make people feel good, and that it could bring him lots of benefits since he is so ‘cheerful’ and ‘welcoming’.

At his previous statement and at the face Yoshiki had made at that moment, Hikaru asked why that was brought up. Yoshiki said he (himself) is always gloomy and in a dark mood, which seems to drive people away from him. Hikaru almost slapped the black haired teenager in the face at that. Yoshiki’s really kind, and people judging from the outside because of his depressed look are idiotic.

“Ahh” Yoshiki’s mom seems a bit distraught “sorry to disappoint, it’s just, Yoshiki is really sick from the stomach once again. He won’t be assisting to school today.”

Hikaru blinked, and seconds later, he sniffed. Then, he sneezed.

Yoshiki’s mom seemed to realize the wet state he was in that she panicked and hurried him inside with a “oh you’re totally soaked! Come on in, I’ll get you a towel!”

Hikaru always liked Yoshiki’s mom’s accent. She rounds the words a lot, because she’s a city folk. It’s pretty amazing she’s from Tokyo. Hikaru knows Yoshiki wishes to go to the city, a big one like the one where his mom is from.

Yoshiki’s mom comes by super quick with a towel. “It’s been raining a lot, huh? Too bad you gotta leave to school just now. I’m also running late to work since taking care of Yoshiki—“ the adult seeming to have remembered something, raised her voice, walking near the stairs and screaming a “Kaoru! Switch your brother’s hot pouch!”

Hikaru could already imagine the chaos. Yoshiki’s corpse-like body state sleeping on his bed, boogers out as he clutches his stomach and says ‘I wanna die’ like a mantra, while also watching beetle documentaries as he cries or something. Yoshiki’s always crying, in old Hikaru’s memories. Even as kids, he cried with small things like fireworks or when Hikaru accidentally stepped on a line of ants. Yoshiki got really mad at him that day, Hikaru recalls.

“I’m running late so I’ll go, okay Hikaru-kun ?” Yoshiki’s mom says, in a hurry fixing her hair and putting on her shoes. She hands him the artifact and points at him, saying“Don’t leave for school too late! If not, you’ll end up missing it—“ and with a swipe of making a grab for the keys and giving Hikaru a kiss on the cheek, she was out of the door.

She shut it close with a loud slam, that muffled the rain outside.

The only sound was rain drops falling from Hikaru’s jacket onto the floor, and the occasional creak of wood when his feet slightly moved his weight around.

It’s real funny. Hikaru thinks Yoshiki’s mom is too nice to him. Maybe cuz ‘they’ grew up together, so it’s as if he were her own son. Whatever it is, Yoshiki is now all alone upstairs, his sister taking care of him.

Just as predicted, when Hikaru took off his muddy shoes and rain jacket, Kaoru was tapping her way down the stairs. Her way of walking really amuses Hikaru. It’s as if she doesn’t even wanna scare a mouse. As if she doesn’t want to be perceived.

Kaoru blinks at him when she slows her step.

There is a small silence at seeing Hikaru at the door, just standing there.

Real awkward.

“Uh—“ Hikaru tries to speak up and ease the situation “I just— yer mom told me Yoshiki’s real sick… so I stopped by.”

Kaoru is gently clutching a rag at the moment. She doesn’t reply to Hikaru too fast, only giving him a blink as she, with her small steps and frail body, makes her way to the bathroom.

The sink is turned on. It sits that way for a while. Then off.

She walks towards him this time, handing him the now hot rag. Hikaru holds it and brings it closer, liking the smell of the steam on his freezing nose and hands.

“Ya wanna take care of him today? He’s real annoyin’” she huffs. Hikaru smiles at the statement.

“What’s he up to now?”

Kaoru brings her hands to herself and looks at anything, not making eye contact at all, but still explaining her story. “Ya know him. He gets irritated easily… but he’s been real weird lately. Dunno why.”

Hikaru lowers his eyes and instead of looking at her he narrows his gaze at the hot rag on his palms. Yoshiki’s always dealin’ with this sorta crap. Always sick. He tends to get strong at lots of times, but mostly, he gives up or his stomach gets in the way. Real annoying.

“I’ll take this to him. I’ll skip school,” Hikaru addresses Kaoru directly now, with a grin. The girl’s always liked Hikaru, so she gives a soft smile back. “You don’t worry alright?” Kaoru nods.

Instead of heading upstairs, she goes to sit at the kitchen table, legs folded on top of the chair, half a sock falling off her foot.

She settles next to a white mug that says ‘Shibuya!’ In bold, colorful letters. Probably a vacation trip. Probably warm tea.

Kaoru gently sips, quietly. She then grabs for a remote, and turns on their living room TV.

Hikaru grabs onto the rag with force, and, as if he were entering the unknown territory from a horror film, he starts making his way up the hallway of stairs with caution. One step. Another step.

Hikaru wants to shiver in his wet shoes, and climbing upstairs turns slower than ever. It’s not only creepy, but super cold. Still, he knows Yoshiki’s house better than anyone else. He’s been here too many times to count.

When Hikaru faced Yoshiki’s room, he didn’t even have to open a door, because the room was wide open. He guessed his mom and sister left it like such, so that they could easily walk in or out to take care of the teenager. Still, when Hikaru walked inside of the room, he glanced back and shut the door with a quiet slam. It rattled a bit, but it wasn’t so harsh.

Hikaru made sure the hot rag didn’t carry excess amount of water so that it didn’t spill, but Kaoru had made a good job at keeping it just moist enough.

He approaches the bed. Just as he expected.

Yoshiki’s CD’s and mangas are all over the floor, along with some covers and a weird larva stuffed animal. The place is clean apart from the mess the boy made. Yoshiki himself is thrown on the bed as if it were a masacre or something, limbs everywhere, belly up with pain etched all over his face. Hikaru was a distance away and even so; he could feel the warmth flowing from his flushed self.

He flinched. Should he really give a boiling person a hot rag? Wouldn’t that be worse? Yoshiki needs something cold.

Even so, Hikaru placed the thing on his head and then grabbed on one of Yoshiki’s shoulders, starting to shake him.

Yoshiki’s eyebrows came together in annoyance at this, making a gesture with his face that was filled with dislike. Soon, his eyes were open. “Ka—“ thinking it was his sister, he said her name first, but then realized who was the one shaking him in the first place “H’karu?”

“Yep! Guess what! Ma’ let me take care of ya!” Hikaru smiled, Yoshiki’s eyes darting towards his crooked tooth, sticking out of his lips. “Let me guess, ya just barged in. Did my ma’ see ya stay? She would’a said no.”

A quick pause.

The white haired boy guiltily looks away “she doesn’t know I stayed, but she was on ‘er way out when I stopped by… told me to get goin’ cause ya were sick.”

Yoshiki grumbled at that.

Hikaru sniffled.

“How am I the one sick and yer snifflin’. Are ya sick too?”

Hikaru shook his head, pointing a finger towards the window. Sure, in here it was nice and warm, yellow dusting the floors as the sun rose. Still, outside it rained like hell. Yoshiki sighed.

“Summer rain is the worst. It’s wet and sticky, ‘cause it’s hot outside.”

Hikaru shakes his head “not so warm” he says “it’s warmer in ‘ere. I was freezin’ only seconds ago. Ya know the day starts gettin’ hot as hell at like eleven a.m. “

“I know… it’s real chilly in school mornin’s” Yoshiki makes swallowing look like it hurts right then. He closes his eyes with a gentle retort and lets his head fall back again into the pillows. “‘M tired. Gotta snooze.”

“No— wait I just got here!”

“Ya can just go to school it’s fine.”

“Play games with me! Machi koro!” Hikaru insists and Yoshiki huffs. “It’s cooler with more people.”

“Ya can still play it with two!”

Yoshiki doesn’t reply. He only keeps quiet and uses both hands to bring his bed cover up, burrowing his face. Ignoring Hikaru.

Hikaru’s super cold. His nose feels like if it’s falling off and even if he can just repair himself, he’d rather feel Yoshiki’s heated skin under the covers of his bed. Hikaru opens Yoshiki’s covers and after making sure he isn’t wearing anything that could get the covers or the teenager wet (he took off his long rain jacket ) , he slides in.

He isn’t too far, but he isn’t pressed against Yoshiki either.

He kinda wishes he was.

At this, as his chest rises and falls trying to keep up Yoshiki’s rythm; he asks again. “Wanna play somethin’?”

But Yoshiki doesn’t reply. He doesn’t even twitch, even if Hikaru knows he’s hearing all this and that he’s more than conscious about Hikaru just sliding next to him in bed. Whatever. They’ve done this before, sleep side by side, in his memories.

“Yoshikiiii?”

No reply. Five seconds of silence.

Hikaru scoffs. Yoshiki’s ignoring him right now and bein’ a meanie.

That means, Hikaru has to call for his attention. Board games for sure aren’t it, because Yoshiki doesn’t feel like it. Video games? Maybe a good ol’ round of Smash? It could be an option, but Yoshiki said he was getting bored of it the other day.

Just Dance? Nah, Yoshiki doesn’t look like he wants to move right now at all. Hikaru still loves that game though. Maki is really good at it, specially the faster parts. Maybe it’s his loud and obnoxious personality…

Something good, Hikaru had to think about. Something that would make Yoshiki look at him and wanna go play. Or just talk. A conversation topic that would maybe lift the mood and get them to interact again.

The white haired boy, as much as anyone tried to deny it, craved Yoshiki’s attention like a touch-starved dog.

He needed those greyish blue, sad eyes on him again.

Now.

Hikaru knows exactly the right thing to bring his attention to him. Real easy. He figured it out triumphantly, a cartoon-like lightbulb appeared metaphorically atop his head.

“I did my research, by the way.”

Not even two seconds later, Yoshiki was uncovering his face and looking really confused. He blinked rapidly and seemed too flustered: more than usual. It was probably because of his fever.

Yoshiki turns over, body under the covers to face Hikaru red in the face.

“H-huh?” He asked, baffled. Hikaru scratched the side of his face in confusion. Did Yoshiki not hear him?

“I did my research.”

The black haired guy was now looking at him with eyes blown, bangs on the way of them, and leaning back to see Hikaru’s face and decipher if he was being for real or not. Hikaru was confused.

Had Yoshiki not heard?

But when the other just stayed dead silent and looking like a throughly boiled shrimp, Hikaru remembered that yes, this is supposedly really embarrassing for humans. Or at least, intimate. A lot.

Not that it isn’t to Hikaru. By doing research he had looked at a lot of images of the human body (the ‘male’ one, because Yoshiki had said “I’m not a girl” the other day… which had left Hikaru real confused because he knew that already… but after doing research he understood why) and analyzed a lot of them. He had no idea the groin area, like men, didn’t exist on women. It was inside or something.

It threw him really off guard, so he skipped those images anyway because he wouldn’t be using them.

(And also because they made him uncomfortable)

Not only, but Hikaru accidentally clicked a link on his computer that sent him to another link that just somehow managed to send him to another page where a very gross and intimate video was playing on the screen. The volume accidentally too loud, Hikaru lowered it with the fastest tap on the function keys you’d ever see in your life just in case his ‘mom’ was outside.

Sure, he isn’t from the human world, but he understood that the film was too vulgar and explicit to be casual.

Still, even when Hikaru’s throat was filled with bile at the woman bouncing on some dude with her breasts out and he almost threw up the meal he had eaten previously, he didn’t know why, his heart raced real fast. Even when he wasn’t truly controlling it: it sped up too much.

But it nearly exploded when he shifted his mind, imagining Yoshiki like the sweaty guy from the computer screen.

Geez, Hikaru was wrecked. In that moment, he felt what he supposed Yoshiki had back then. The nervousness, the heat, the feeling of needing to see him and take action. Was it better than Yoshiki’s hand on his insides? Was it better than ice pops from the corner store? Better than anything?

He doesn’t know.

But he really wants to know.

“What…” Yoshiki brought the covers all the way down, facing Hikaru but leaning on his arms. He clears his throat in embarrassment. Hikaru knows. “What type of research— did ya do?”

Hikaru licks his lips. He blinks.

Ah, right.

So he speaks. “Ah! Uh, don’t cha’ worry I’m an expert now”

Yoshiki seems to cringe at that or something “an expert at what- what do ya mean?”

Hikaru huffs. Wasn’t Yoshiki thinking the same as him? “Err… sex?” Hikaru’s eyes fill with uncertainty as he questions his methods. Isn’t that what they were trying to do? Was he wrong all along? But after that video and the human body parts he looked at it was evident that was what he was supposed to do.

Yoshiki flushes red, then face palms.

“How are- yer so dumb.”

Hikaru is once again, very lost. “Huh? What do ya mean? Isn’t that what ya wanted last time?” He questions. Hikaru, at receiving only Yoshiki’s gaze and an embarrassed silence, made an obscene sign with his hands. (pointer finger entering hoop made by thumb and the other pointer finger.)

Yoshiki started having this awful, loud and painful looking coughing fit that sounded as if he was choking or something. Hikaru panicked, slapping Yoshiki’s back repeatedly in frantic attempts on making him feel better or swallow the probable spit he had choked with.

If he were to lose his mind enough, this would maybe resemble a hug. A raging, panicked filled one.

Instead, he was pushed back by one of Yoshiki’s hands and at looking at the boy, the black teenager waved him away shaking his head in a ‘no’. Hikaru briefly wonders if Kaoru had heard any of it, but finds out he doesn’t care and lets the thought go.

“Ya bastard-“ Yoshiki sighs, wiping his mouth “where did you learn that from?” He gasps.

Ah.

“Oh, I saw a video.”

Yoshiki stared so dumbfounded if Hikaru snapped his fingers in front of the guy he wouldn’t even blink. “Ya…” he goes, closing his lips. Then opening his mouth again “ya watched porn.”

“Uh…” Hikaru was real uncertain this time. Well he didn’t know what it was, he only saw it on the screen. It was whatever anyway. It did make his heart beat real fast and his body start to sweat tho. He shrugs “idk.”

Yoshiki sighs. Hikaru waits for any feedback the other might have on the situation. Is it wrong? Right?

Does Yoshiki wanna try again?

Hikaru really wants to.

“I don’t want me to be the only one to…” Yoshiki goes on, but flinches at the “enjoy this…” part. “Ya should feel good too.”

Hikaru furrows his brows “but I did? It’s payback.”

“Ya don’t get it.” Yoshiki goes on “it’s a two person thing.”

As much as the white haired monster wants to understand, he only pouts, lips jutting out. “I ain’t a person tho.”

“It’s a two-soul-thing.”

“…” but Hikaru wants to understand. He really does. Because Yoshiki is so… magical. So warm, like sunshine. And Hikaru’s so cold. And dead.

He shudders, then smiles. Yoshiki looks at him as if waiting for something. Hikaru can only nod and say “alright, I’ll do it.”

Yoshiki moves back down and his warm, homey and used shirt lets out the nicest scent in the world. Hikaru doesn’t pretend not to notice and in fact, takes a good deep breath, pressing his nose to Yoshiki’s chest with flushed cheeks.

The black haired teenager seems taken aback by the sudden action, shifting slightly.

Hikaru moves a hand to grip onto the shirt, refusing to let go. Like the brat he is. “Hmm… I like it.”

Yoshiki gulps, too loud to be casual. His face feels really hot. Maybe it’s just the fever, but his whole body gave a tingling sensation when Hikaru got too close.

“Ya like… what?” He asks, cautiously.

“Yer so solid. Firm” Hikaru’s hand pats Yoshiki’s chest twice, as if reassuring his point. “I like that.”

Yoshiki doesn’t reply anything to the comment. What was he supposed to say to that?

“What do you mean by it?”

“I mean,” Hikaru looks up at him, grin a little smirky, gaze teasing “while doin’ my research… i think girls ain’t like that. But you are.”

“That’s cuz I’m a guy. Ya are solid ‘ere too” the black haired teenager says as he finds the point of view evident. Boys are flat and hard there, mostly. It’s cuz there is no breast tissue, only a muscle.

Guys are like that.

As if hearing his thoughts, Hikaru spoke up dreamily.

He seemed to disagree “nah…” he says, shaking his head “yer different. The smell mixes with it all.”

Now, Yoshiki feels like calming down. He comfortably lays next to Hikaru but asks confused “smell?” Not knowing he had a specific smell that Hikaru could perceive. Is he half dog? Why is the scent so important to him? Just like when Asako washed his clothes and he sniffed them real hard cuz they were clean.

“Eh, yeah.”

Yoshiki still can’t understand. Hikaru starts raising his arms again and wraps them around Yoshiki’s neck, making them both get closer than before. Feeling the warmth of Yoshiki’s soul so close and the black haired teenager’s breath grazing his mouth, he smiles.

He can just perceive it.

“Yer sweat. It smells good.”

Another silence accompanied by a drifting breeze makes its way through in between both of them. Yoshiki’s eyes don’t even move an inch, both boys interlocked together. After some seconds, the oddity of it all clicked in the human teenager’s brain.

“… what.”

“Ya.”

“My… sweat? Er— huh?” Yoshiki sighs, eyes narrowed “yer weird as hell.”

Hikaru bats his eyelashes, as if he didn’t know what he just did wrong “ah? Is it?”

“You ain’t just saying stuff like that” Yoshiki shakes his head, insisting.

Hikaru scoffs, then gives a silly pout with a narrowed gaze “how’s that weird if I’m bein’ honest?” He mumbles, like a scolded child. Yoshiki doesn’t say much of it, supposing Hikaru doesn’t get what really is denominated ‘weird’ or ‘not’ by society: at least, a lot of things.

“It doesn’t matter” the black haired teenager rests his body. He’s tired and feels sorta frail. It’s the sickness. It’s the fever clouding his brain. “Ugh—“ maybe his face is flushing, or not. It’s all hot.

“Bein’ sick sucks ass, ya know…” Yoshiki cries as he then pulls the covers up. In doing so, a chunk of the covers end up in between him and Hikaru.

Hikaru doesn’t like them disturbing their body to body contact. He pulls the covers back down.

“Hey-“ Yoshiki starts, about to fight for the sudden disapproval of his comfort. At the start of the retort, he finds it in him he’s unable to, thanks to something else invading his thoughts entirely.

His eyes widen, as big as plates. His blue eyes look around, trying to confirm if it’s really Hikaru’s arms wrapped around him so tightly or if it’s just his hot boiling fever. Maybe he has just gone crazy, after all.

“Hm?” Hikaru asks. Yoshiki looks down.

Big eyes, innocent, wondering Hikaru seems to crawl onto him like an insect. Presence hidden as he managed to slither his arms around Yoshiki. Or… one arm?

“I like yer sweat, a whole lot,” he says “it smells like you.”

Yoshiki’s body flinches at a sudden sensation in his lower region. It’s cold, for some seconds. Ice cold, but under the covers, the warmth takes over and boils their contact. He realizes what’s going on only moments after.

“Yoshiki~”

But Hikaru kept him occupied, with his whiny voice. “Look at me— c’m on” he insisted.

But how could he?

Two minutes in, his eyes were drooping and his body was emitting so much sweat he swore his shirt was pasted onto his chest like if soaked wet. Soon enough, his bed would become a pool.

But no time for thinking about changing shirts again could make it through his mind, since his throat was dry from even attempting to swallow.

He looked at Hikaru.

View intense, eyes focused but wide, light blue mixing with ruby red. Hikaru’s mouth was slightly parted, taking the scene all in and registering it to memory, his to keep forever. Is he crazy? Has he gone nuts?

Mostly, why is Yoshiki really enjoying that look, a little too much?

And with Hikaru’s warm palm jerking him off, he won’t be able to hold back from cumming too long. The mixing of things, it’s really too much.

“Y-ye bastard…” Yoshiki mutters “ah-“

Small breath. He then takes it back in and bites his own lips, toes curling and eyes rolling: maybe he’s always been this unhinged. What is he even thinking, letting this happen?

Who is he kidding— he hopes Hikaru keeps doing this for all eternity.

“Yosh’ki~” the other chants, while simultaneously pressing his lips to the back of Yoshiki’s neck. “I like yer name… it’s easy on the tongue and fun to say.” They are warm. Soft.

“Do—ya’ ever… do ya ever sh-shut up?”   He shivers. Hikaru looks at him from under his lashes. The black haired teenager briefly wonders why are they dark if his hair is white.

Yoshiki quickly regrets the lack of words, since his quiet mutters and sighs become ten times louder in the fully silent room.

“ha, hah, y— you” the black haired teenager starts to point out “you too.”

Hikaru’s breathing was mostly stable as he watched Yoshiki tremble, but the fact that his palm was enough to get the black haired teenager so riled up and shivery got Hikaru feeling like that day, with the video. Heart sped up— imagining it was Yoshiki.

Gosh— he’s lost. He’s so done.

“Me? Huh?” He asks.

All Hikaru gets in return is a series of whispered “a-ah, ah~”’s in his ear.

He gulps, trying to concentrate so that his hand keeps a good pace as it strokes Yoshiki, but his body hesitates and makes a slight pause in thought.

Would he even be able to enjoy something so superficial like that? He’d have to try. Everything is worth trying at least one time, right?

“Al… right…” he says, looking down but not seeing much but pitch black, since it’s covered up.

Hikaru sort of pauses and unwraps his hand off Yoshiki’s dick, fumbling with his belt since previously dressed for school, and biting his lip in stress from not being able to do it quick enough.

Ten seconds went by, and he was really getting desperate.

Hikaru growled in frustration. “Stupid— I’m jus’ gonna rip it all off ‘nd buy another later—“

“Lemme do it” Yoshiki coughs.

Hikaru looks into his eyes: do they get prettier, every day? Dark blue. Like the saddened ocean at night.

“O… sure” Hikaru takes his hands off his own belt, and Yoshiki’s hands wrap on it to pull it off. Yoshiki’s blinks are slow, Hikaru remembering he’s got a big fever.

He wishes he knew of a way to help.

“Keep goin’—“ Yoshiki murmurs “I’ll do this. You keep goin’”

Hikaru got the memo pretty quickly, even if five seconds of staring was what it took, he hesitantly found Yoshiki’s waist under the covers once again and trailed his way with soft fingertips to graze his body. It seemed as maybe from observing Yoshiki so much, he already knows how he’s formed.

Handsome. Tall. Slim.

Hikaru doesn’t know what beauty standards are, but Yoshiki is definitely the prettiest person in the school.

He briefly wonders if there’s plenty of people pining after the black haired teenager … because there surely must be.

Hikaru somehow… feels a churning in his gut at the mare thought. Something slightly possessive encapsules him. What if he doesn’t want to share Yoshiki?

He mentally growls, but it’s impossible. Yoshiki is too handsome to hide away.

Then Hikaru’s brain short circuits, when a hot hand presses under his hip, right next to his groin. Yoshiki lets out a hot breath of air, triumph in his silent face.

Hikaru quite literally feels his heart stop.

He looks at Yoshiki with his guard down.

Yoshiki lowers his eyes and bites his own lip, holding back a thought.

“W-what?” Hikaru asks.

“Yer just… dunno. Ya might be sick”

Hikaru blinks a few, then looks confused. He doesn’t feel sick at all. In fact, he doesn’t know if he even can get sick.

“Why?”

“Yer face is all red.”

“Pfft— ahah” Hikaru chuckles, placing a hand on his cheek.

If they are gonna get all dirty, he has to follow the proper steps, right? Surely…

Can he set a ‘mood’ ? He read something about a mood, on the internet. Does Yoshiki know about it?

Does Yoshiki like that kind of play?

Hikaru shifts, covers sliding with him as he half crawls on top of Yoshiki on his knees, with a sly smile.

Surely he can make a ‘mood’ too?

“Yoshiki~ my red face, it’s cuz I like ya”.

Is this seductive? What does Yoshiki think about this?

With some effort on core strength, he leans down smoothly to nip at Yoshiki’s earlobe. Was this correct? Was he weird for this? He just really… wanted to do it. Something primal in him wants to eat his ears and lick Yoshiki’s sweat. ‘weird’ stuff… for humans. In Hikaru’s opinion, this is real nice.

But Yoshiki wasn’t bothered: in fact, Hikaru could feel Yoshiki’s heart beat pressed right through his shirt, chest to chest.

And it was speeding up real fast.

An image came to his mind, Hikaru pressed against Yoshiki’s bright, warm soul. Big and shiny. Huge— and hot.

Fuck, Hikaru’s mouth was getting watery.

He gasped, choked on a mouthful air and stopped right in his tracks, a shameful sigh escaping his mouth. What was he even thinking?

“Hikaru…” Yoshiki murmured. Hikaru snapped out of his weird, daydream trance.

“Huh?” He asked.

Yoshiki was looking up at him, eyes hazy, breath a little fast, face flushed and dripping with sweat, chest heaving. Just then, he was the prettiest man to walk earth. Shit yeah, Hikaru was going crazy.

“What— do ya wanna do?” Yoshiki asks.

A million images of a thousand different things race through Hikaru’s mind.

His eyes widen and as he decides what could be a good starter because he in fact, was really curious about all of this. Based on everything he saw in his research… what’s the best thing to pick from first?

Yoshiki let out a tired chuckle.

“Ahah— or let’s stop right’ere . I’m…” he looks away.

“What?” Hikaru asks, “you can’t stop again!” He cries, betrayed at the sudden stop when he was already all optimistic and looking forward to it.

Yoshiki deadpans, face flushed. In all seriousness now, was this because of his fever?

Hikaru’s hand (that was now grabbing onto Yoshiki’s arm), let go in curiosity and hesitation. Why did Yoshiki wanna stop? Was he afraid of him, like last time? Should Hikaru get off his thighs?

As he paused, Yoshiki shook his head slowly with furrowed brows. “It’s not like… I wanna stop or anythin’…”

“… then, why?”

Yoshiki nipped at his lower lip. He looked away again, cheeks gaining more pink.

Hikaru blinked, then frowned.

“Are ya embarrassed again?”

They were going in circles, that’s what. Hikaru, trying something. Yoshiki getting embarrassed. Hikaru going for it again, Yoshiki wanting it but… getting embarrassed. Were they ever gonna get somewhere like this?

Even if Yoshiki stopped his body, his gaze… and his soul were begging for more. For Hikaru.

It was confusing, dizzying and extraordinary.

So, after a long tiring pause, when Yoshiki kissed him just ever so nicely and slow again, later running his big palms across his torso to send shivers down Hikaru’s body, it totally caught him off guard.

Yoshiki’s palms made friction he could really feel. Yoshiki’s soul was so close to Hikaru’s empty heart. Yoshiki wanted him so bad.

It was the first time that Hikaru had ever felt this hungry.

“Ah-ah” Hikaru muttered. Yoshiki breathed in his neck, then nipped at the same time that he rubbed the bulge forming in his pants. Hikaru made a mental pause. What was his body doing? Is this what getting hard’s like?

As a ‘being’ that is an outer force to the physical body humanly, he has to order his body to do these sorts of things, but weirdly somehow, this time it happened on its own.

How was it possible? Could he be getting more human?

Hikaru didn’t care, whatever the human instinct was, he felt good right now. Really good.

He opened his legs wider and started grinding against Yoshiki like a mad dog. Even though their pants were still on, but still attempting to make friction with each other to ease the tension. Their pounding hearts. “O-open your chest…” Yoshiki huffed.

Hikaru couldn’t even look him in the eye, mind lost in the gnawing feeling piercing his chest that threatened to consume him. He wants Yoshiki, somehow a lot more than before. Wants to eat him. Bite his skin and chew. How would his sweaty skin taste? Would he be soft in the canines?

Would his blood stick to his teeth?

Hikaru’s pants are getting real tight. Too tight. “Ush—“ he needs to take them the fuck off.

But he listens to Yoshiki, and unbuttons his shirt as fast as he can, fingers unsteady. Hikaru opens up a hole in his pale chest that should lead to a human heart (except, inside, it’s fully black).

The white haired boy feels truly naked, even if all he’s exposing right now is his pale, fit stomach, facing Yoshiki’s drooling mouth and red face. His warm, soft breaths.

Hikaru can feel them, even then.

“Why do ya wanna see?”

“Ya said it feels good, na?” Yoshiki asks before doing anything.

Hikaru hesitantly nods, face gaining a pink tint “mhm.”

Yoshiki didn’t think twice about it. The black haired teenager raised a hand and slowly made his way to Hikaru’s big opening. Pleasure, for two. He sticks his ring and middle finger inside, touching with curiosity.

Hikaru twitches and bites his own lip, letting out a soft sigh combined with a moan. Yoshiki’s heart races at the reaction.

So that’s when he takes both of his fingers stuck inside and pulls them out, taking the blue substance with him, and with all the time in the world, he unhurriedly sucks at them to test for a reaction.

And for the flavor. Of him. What does Hikaru taste like, too?

What he got was the white haired teenager bending over with a sigh, body trembling and making all sorts of noises, gripping onto Yoshiki’s shirt and pulling in desperation.

Had he gone too far?

“Nah—hg! Don’t stop…” Hikaru pleaded.

Yoshiki searched for his eyes, but the other was bending down and huffing as he practically yelled those words. The black haired teenager suddenly remembered his sister was still here and covered his mouth, moist from sweat “shut it- Kaoru is here.”

But all he got in response to that was Hikaru really looking at him this time, eyes wide.

Red. Like when he’s truly himself, raw, without any walls to put up. His eyes were boiling red, bright and screaming.

“Don’t stop, Yo-shki’” he growled.

A command. Yoshiki obeys, because somehow that’s all he trusted himself to do at the moment.

So Yoshiki goes back for a second plate, stuffing his two center fingers inside mimicking a fingering motion, then after feeling around and making Hikaru shrivel, he took both out (sure to get some of Hikaru’s gooey, slimy self) and pushed both digits inside his warm, gentle mouth.

At least it’s what Hikaru says it’s like.

“Angh~ ah! So soft… “ he’d mutter “yer so amazin’, Yoshiki… u-ungh” the last word coming out sort of muffled by a bit lip and light tears from the eye.

Yoshiki sucked lightly at his fingers, tasting Hikaru entirely. His true self. The flavor, just like the entity itself, was unexplainable. The texture like mercury, hot but cold simultaneously, and still agreeable on the tongue. Something otherworldly, but not far enough. Yoshiki could… get used to it.

“Ah-ah- hm-“ Hikaru chanted rapidly, making desperate sounds and with grabby hands, searching for a way to get closer to Yoshiki, grabbing his shirt and pulling.

“Come here… come here” he muttered.

Yoshiki had a small shocking moment remembering that’s what Hikaru usually chanted when he was going to eat the other entities… which probably should scare him.

“… come here” Hikaru pleaded, but it was more desperate and hot than anything, so Yoshiki didn’t care.

Both hands gripping his shirt, Hikaru salivated as his human expression did all kinds of gestures. “Ah-hm” he’d mumble. Yoshiki licked his fingers, relishing at the sight of the being going back into the human body as if sliding off Yoshiki’s fingers like a retractable goo. In a way, weirdly gross, and in another, purely fascinating.

Yoshiki had an idea.

“D-don’t stop” Yoshiki made sure to clarify “don’t stop movin’”.

Selfish, maybe, but concentrating was making his brain fry and his body curious for questions and answers rather than Hikaru’s freaky exploration.

Hikaru caught on much like before, Yoshiki’s head bending back feeling the warm pressure of Hikaru’s ass basically riding him on top of their pants, the cave of his ass sliding with his hard cock. Yoshiki’s heart slightly jumps, and his flushed face and hooded eyes seem as if they can’t keep up. His fever rises.

“Ngh” Hikaru huffed fondly, as Yoshiki tried something out. He stuck his hand inside of Hikaru slowly, the white haired boy’s hip movements stuttering with it, curious.

At this, Yoshiki used the other hand to grip his hips and move him front and back to remind him to keep going. Hikaru resumes his movement, lips trembling.

“Aha- it feels nice”

“Wha…what does?” Yoshiki lets out a breath of air.

He wants to cum, he wants to cum so bad, but he can’t just yet. He has to resist.

It’s proving harder to do every second.

“Your arm, sliding in and out of me with my movements. It’s— ah… it’s really turning me on” he smirks, suddenly bending over even more to stuff more arm inside of his hole. Yoshiki’s caught off guard by the commentary, blinking a few, mouth parted when Hikaru dares to squeeze his thighs around his torso.

“Ah?” Yoshiki demands.

“Yeah”

“Then…” Yoshiki starts. Hikaru grinds down, and the black haired teenager feels so ready to cum in his pants he feels like seeing stars “then tell me how you like this…” he suggests.

Hikaru doesn’t wait much, because one second to another a warm palm is coming up to cup his hard-on and the other hand remains inside of him.

Then, both of them do the same kind of movement, sliding up and down at the same time.

Hikaru goes crazy.

“Ah! Ahh! Yoshiki! Ngh-“ and maybe it’s too late to tell him to be quiet. Maybe Kaoru heard all of it already. Yoshiki will have to bribe her with cute cat videos, later, for her not to say a word.

Because right now, even if Kaoru was outside the door listening in at their scandal, Yoshiki wishes the sounds Hikaru was making would never stop. Ever.

“Y-Yoshiki- ah- yer so good!”

Saliva ran down the corner of Hikaru’s mouth, pale chest exposed, hips grinding down and lost in absolute bliss when Yoshiki jerked him off inside and outside at the same time.

The black haired teenager looked up in awe, and before long, he couldn’t do it anymore.

Yoshiki saw a big white flash, and he came white too.

Surprisingly, Hikaru did as well, only seconds after.

Strings of white shot up, dripping from Hikaru’s length in squelches and splotches of color. Yoshiki watched all of it, even if through most of it he was squinting his eyes as well, having just finished himself.

Both boys panted in exhaustion, Yoshiki still feeling blissed out and in awe, but surprisingly after that, some kind of pressure in his body lowered his hot fever.

“Ha—aha, Yoshiki~” Hikaru giggled “yer all moist beneath me. Ya pissed yerself?”

Yoshiki’s teeth grinded together, clenching. A wave of some kind of happy exhaustion hit him, though. The boy smiled as his chest went up and down.

“Shut up.”

“Don’t get all grumpy with me!”

Shit. Yoshiki could probably go for another round if Hikaru just as much asked him for it. But he won’t.

He might have endless stamina and hard-ons, from being young. He could probably go on forever, ( because Hikaru could definitely make him go on for all eternity) but he’s got to regulate himself.

There has to be a limit.

If not… they won’t ever be able to stop.

“… I ain’t”

Hikaru, putting both hands besides Yoshiki to help his hips up, un-stuck himself from the black haired’s big sticky mess and with a tired sigh and a huff, he fell next to Yoshiki in the bed, in their starter position.

“Ah- I liked that” he smiles.

They are sweaty as hell, and covered in cum. Yoshiki is. He knows, because not only he can smell the air, but the white liquid on his chest isn’t helping at all.

It’s warm, at least.

He needs to wipe it off.

“Me too.”

Both boys stared at the ceiling for a little while, letting their actions sit. Now, Hikaru is totally dazed and blissed out, while Yoshiki’s mind won’t stop giving turns. Was this okay? Would Hikaru go shouting about how he frotted Yoshiki’s sickness off by riding him through his clothes? Geez, he hopes not.

He can just imagine the classroom turning into chaos at the comment.

“How’s yer head?” Hikaru asks.

Yoshiki’s lost, deep blue eyes turn to look at the boy. He’s so pretty, and pale, and caring. Big eyes stay expectant.

“… better”

And it’s true, Yoshiki even checks his temperature at that.

“Haha, who knew all ya needed was to orgasm in yer pants” Hikaru laughed it off. Yoshiki glared.

Was he mentally ill or why was Hikaru right? After that release of hormones, his whole body system seemed to regulate and calm itself down, like a big sigh, or a big sneeze when you’re sick.

A fresh breath.

Hikaru grabs for Yoshiki’s cummed hand, not caring what it’s covered in.

Yoshiki squints and mentally reels back  in disgust when their palms connect and make an awful, watery sound as they rub the substance from both their hands together. Eh, Hikaru has no shame.

“I wanna do more” Hikaru says.

Yoshiki pauses “huh?”

But some bizarre gleam in Hikaru’s eye makes him want to find out beyond, but also not want to know anything else.

“All the time; every day” Hikaru elaborated “I wanna do it. I wanna do it in all our free time. I wanna do it in school, after school and at night too.”

“Woah- calm down” Yoshiki says, a bit lost “yer being crazy… ya know there is only some certain amount a normal human like me can go, right?”

Hikaru seemed defeated “ah?” His shoulders dropped at the newfound information.

“Yea. Only cuz yer not, but it isn’t real normal, unless… “ Yoshiki trailed off.

Hikaru seemed clueless about Yoshiki’s last sentence.

But he seemed determined.

“I’ll do it.”

“… do what?” Yoshiki asked.

“I’ll make ya cum a hundred times in a row; for sure” Hikaru stated, a fist connecting with his palm in determination, then making a grab for the covers with big eyes, covering both up and trying to snuggle close to Yoshiki ( who just felt really gross and sticky right now.)

Yoshiki didn’t know what to make out of that statement.

He should really, really go to sleep.

“Yer crazy weird.”

Maybe being sick wasn’t that bad.

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