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Tetsujo kisses him, for no reason at all.
It happens when Dokuga’s sitting on the bed. Tetsujo squats to pick up a coin he dropped, but he grabs Dokuga’s hand instead.
He brings it close to his face, and Dokuga has no idea what he’s doing until he presses his lips to the back of it.
He closes his eye.
He lingers.
Then he pulls back and smiles.
“I’ve been wanting to do that for a long time,” he says.
Dokuga nods. He can feel himself blushing. He pulls Tetsujo up and into his arms and he whispers, “Me too.”
*
Since he can’t kiss his lips, Tetsujo spends a lot of time kissing the rest of him, instead.
It started with his hand.
He’s since moved onto other parts.
Tetsujo kisses his scars. Dokuga arms are crisscrossed with them, from the countless wounds he’s taken over the years. Dokuga used to dislike those scars, but he finds himself minding them a little less with every kiss.
His lips press against his wrist and his forearm. He follows the ridges of the big, ugly scar which curves over his bicep.
Tetsujo kisses his shoulder, and he tells him that he’s beautiful.
*
It’s hot, which means that Dokuga is in his underwear, which means that his legs are out.
And that means that Tetsujo’s kissing them.
They’re on the floor, in front of the electric fan that took a great deal of saving up for. Tetsujo trails kisses from his ankle and up over his knee to his thigh. He pushes Dokuga’s legs apart and fingers the edge of his underwear.
“I love your legs,” he says.
“It’s too hot,” Dokuga complains.
He’s only partly talking about the weather, because it doesn’t help that Tetsujo is wearing nothing but his underwear, too.
*
It hurts Dokuga, that he can’t kiss Tetsujo back.
He knows that it hurts Tetsujo, too.
He gets too close, sometimes. He kisses him on the edge of the jaw and the corner of the mouth. Dokuga turns his head away, but—
But it’s hard.
When he feels Tetsujo’s lips on his cheeks, he wants them on his mouth. He wants to feel the softness and the warmth of them, to know what it’s like.
Most of all, he wants to taste him.
But, he can’t.
So instead he closes his eyes, and relishes the kisses that he can have.
*
At work, they have to behave themselves.
In reality, Dokuga’s the only one who does.
Tetsujo likes to try and make him blush. Dokuga knows he does it on purpose, and he scolds him for it, but that doesn’t stop him.
He corners Dokuga in the kitchen, when he’s carrying a stack of plates and can’t do anything. There’s a mischievous grin plastered on his face and Dokuga groans, because he knows he won’t be able to escape.
Tetsujo leans in and kisses the tip of Dokuga’s nose.
“Tetsujo!” Dokuga protests, but when Tetsujo laughs he finds himself laughing, too.
*
They get roped into baseball one day, playing for the Worms.
Dokuga finds himself having fun, and though he tries to pretend that he’s not, he can’t pretend for long.
It’s the final play, and Tetsujo’s up to bat.
Everyone’s on edge. Tetsujo taps the plate.
The pitcher throws.
Tetsujo swings.
It’s a home run!
Tetsujo sprints around the bases as everyone cheers. When he makes it all the way around he doesn’t stop, and instead he tackles Dokuga to the ground.
The cheers grow even louder when he kisses him on the cheek, like a prize to be claimed.
*
They didn’t have rain in the Magic User World, so it’s a surprise to them when they get caught out in a sudden storm.
The rain here isn’t dangerous. Not anymore. It’s just water.
Dokuga closes his eyes and lets it drip down over his face. People are supposed to want to avoid the rain, but he likes the way it feels, fresh and clean.
Tetsujo cups his face in his hands, and Dokuga smiles. At first, he hadn’t imagined they could be so happy here.
Tetsujo kisses his forehead. Against the cold of the rain, his lips are warm.
*
Dokuga slings a leg over Tetsujo, straddling him on the bed. He presses a hand over his mouth and leans down.
He kisses the back of his own hand, and Tetsujo kisses his palm.
It isn’t the same, but Dokuga thinks it’s the closest they’ll get. He touches his tongue to his skin and he feels Tetsujo doing it, too.
There’s something raw about this, he thinks, lips and tongues on skin. He shifts on top of Tetsujo and feels the hum of his moan against his hand.
Dokuga likes this, he decides. The only thing missing is the taste.
*
Tetsujo is an idiot.
He’s a complete and utter fool, and Dokuga loves him for it.
Nikaido asked them to take some food to the hospital for Vaux. They’re in the ward, saying hello, when Tetsujo grabs Dokuga and kisses him full on the mouth.
Dokuga reacts instinctively; he kisses him back.
He’s wanted this for so long.
Tetsujo’s lips are soft and his tongue is warm against his own. Dokuga kisses him hungrily, needily, to make up for a thousand kisses they haven’t had.
When he pushes Tetsujo away it’s too late.
His poison’s taken hold, and Tetsujo collapses.
*
“Good thing I was here!” says Noi, unaware of how tense Dokuga is around her.
“That’s why he did it, the dumbass,” grunts Vaux.
Tetsujo grins awkwardly up at Dokuga from his hospital bed. One dose of Noi’s healing smoke has fixed him, and she’s given them a couple of bottles in case of another accident.
Dokuga sits on the edge of the bed and runs his fingers through Tetsujo’s hair.
“Don’t do that again,” he says.
Tetsujo grabs his hand and kisses it, the back of it, like the first time.
“Dokuga,” he whispers. “It was so worth it.”