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“What’re ya watching, Yoshiki?” Hikaru broke the silence as he asked, rustling on Yoshiki’s bed. He attempted to peek at Yoshiki’s phone, since Yoshiki was sitting on the floor and leaning against the bed. Hikaru occupied and claimed the bed for himself.
“Nothing interestin’,” Yoshiki switched his phone off, and turned around to face Hikaru, or rather, that familiar sentient corpse of Hikaru. “I thought you were reading Master x Master?” Yoshiki gave a skeptical look, peering over at the closed volume near Hikaru’s hand. He gave a deep exhale and fanned himself with the collar of his shirt. It was the midst of summer, and the sun bore no mercy towards them as it beamed through the window. The sun’s light coated both of their skin, and almost made them appear radiant. Although, it would be a much better sight if they weren’t both sweating from the heat. A lonely fan murred in the distance as it cast a slight breeze upon both of them.
“I’m not feelin’ it today. M’not in the mood to read,” Hikaru sat criss-cross in the middle of the bed, and Yoshiki noticed a bead of sweat trickle down his face. Yoshiki replied with an exhale, and heaved himself up to the bed himself. As he did so, Hikaru tilted his head and simply observed. It made Yoshiki feel oddly anxious.
“What’d’ya feel like doing?” Yoshiki said to break the silence. Hikaru’s eyes continued to study Yoshiki in return. They darted over every feature, mentally remembering and storing for later. His eyes trailed him, but they stared intently at the area where his heart beats just beneath the surface. Yoshiki’s face adopted a new shade of red, but not because of the sun.
Hikaru’s lips parted, and his voice rang tender and quiet, “Your soul,” he muttered, “It’s. . . So beautiful.” His eyes wandered back up to meet Yoshiki’s, whose were a lot less calm looking. Hikaru didn't cease his predatory peering and staring, yet his eyes were droopy and yearning. It gave Yoshiki the sense that he was a rabbit under the watch of a starving wolf.
“What?” Yoshiki swallowed, the heat in his face only continuing to bubble over. Things like this didn’t make sense to him, and to hear such words from a monster who felt familiar, yet, was also a stranger, was confusing to him inside and out. Hikaru’s gaze made Yoshiki melt and freeze at the same time, he loathed it yet he desired it, he rejected it yet he would beg for it.
For what felt like an eternity, they were both still, studying each other’s expressions like they were a gateway to something untold. Slowly, Hikaru reached a hand out, his fingers outstretched, reaching for Yoshiki’s chest. Yoshiki felt his heart quicken, it was pounding, he wanted to yell for Hikaru to stop, because he felt like he should be afraid, but he didn’t. Hikaru’s fingers continued to reach slowly, since no outward protests were given. He was still a piece of prey at the mercy of a predator.
Hikaru's fingers made gentle contact with the other’s clothed chest, his fingers just delicately resting atop the sweaty fabric. Hikaru was leaned in slightly forward, so he had to look up to meet Yoshiki’s subtly petrified expression. Against all the odds in Yoshiki’s mind, Hikaru wasn’t trying to devour and ensnare him. He just simply reached out to feel with the human fingertips he was graced with. Hikaru felt the thumping beneath Yoshiki's chest continue to quicken.
“I said yer soul,” Hikaru stated again, more stark and matter-of-factly, “It’s th’most beautiful one I’ve ever seen.” Hikaru desperately attempted to bite back the urge to say he wanted to devour it and eat it up in one fell swoop since he was aware of the fear that would arise within Yoshiki. He would never dare wish that Yoshiki would feel fear in his presence. But still, he couldn’t help himself. Yoshiki was like the entire world to him, compacted into a single perfect soul, and Hikaru never wanted to let go of such a beautiful soul. But in the end, his real intent clawed at the tip of his throat, and his true sentiment broke through, “I just wanna’ eat it.”
Hikaru understood his mistake as his fingertips memorized the rapid vibrations of the other one’s heart thumping heavier. Yoshiki was battling to keep his expression from looking horribly afraid, his breath felt heavier, and he blinked a few times to try to ground himself to this moment. He mulled over his options, deciding if he wanted to entertain such a statement from the white-haired boy.
“What’do you,” He stammered over his words, “What’d’ya mean? Eat it?” Hikaru retracted his hand, and he’d be lying if he said he didn’t immediately miss their contact.
“I’d never hurt you, Yoshiki,” Hikaru sighed, tearing his gaze away from Yoshiki, staring down at the plain bedsheets. “I promised to protect you, after all.” Hikaru fidgeted with his hands in his lap. “It's just. . . An urge I get. Especially since your soul. . .” Hikaru trailed off, still not daring to meet Yoshiki’s eyes. He knew Yoshiki didn't, and couldn't, understand the weird, monstrous urges Hikaru had to fight to suppress. He didn't really mind that lack of understanding, though. Hikaru knew Yoshiki had human experiences that he himself, as the monster he is, would never come to understand fully. But still, that stopped neither of them from trying desperately to find solace and comfort in one another.
“Is there something I can do. . . to help?” Yoshiki said, with confidence that was only a facade. “With yer urges, I mean. I guess.” The logical part of Yoshiki’s mind was screaming and begging for him to turn away, run away, to ignore this Hikaru for the rest of time. However, the emotional driven and illogical part of his brain was eager. Excited. And it won between the two sides. Yoshiki already claimed he would bear any sin Hikaru committed. They were both way too deep in this already.
Hikaru perked up at this suggestion. He honestly didn't expect it to go this way. He was waiting for a ‘gross’ or a ‘get away from me,’ but neither of those protests were voiced. Instead, Yoshiki offered help. Hikaru’s core burned and his human body filled with dangerous eagerness. An idea caved a path in his mind, one that he would never admit he’s mused about many times before. However, the main obstacle was always coercing an agreement from Yoshiki. But here, this may be his chance. A chance to engage in something human, yet animalistic.
“D’you trust me?” Hikaru inched closer to Yoshiki, who was frozen still, except for his gaze darting across all of Hikaru’s figure, memorizing every detail he was already so familiar with.
“Yeah,” Yoshiki breathed out, his voice lazy and laced with desire. It drove Hikaru crazy. “I do.”
A beat of silence fell between them, and Hikaru scooted closer once again. Yoshiki still didn't dare move. Hikaru’s fingers reached up towards Yoshiki once more, and they curled along the collar of his shirt.
“Can I,” Hikaru began, almost as quiet as a whisper, “Try somethin’?” His face inched closer and closer to the side of Yoshiki's neck. He offered ample time for objection, but none ever came. Hikaru's hand felt the sweat that coated Yoshiki's pale skin, and he was sure Yoshiki could feel the same on his own hand that grasped his shirt collar.
Yoshiki only swallowed heavily and nodded his head. He knew he trusted Hikaru, but physically voicing a ‘yes’ felt unreasonably scary for some reason. Yoshiki had a feeling he knew what Hikaru was about to attempt. Deep in his burning core, he didn't mind what he believed was about to happen, and, far deeper in his core, a small inkling of him felt the slightest bit of excitement.
At Yoshiki’s nod, Hikaru pulled on Yoshiki's shirt collar, exposing more of Yoshiki's pale, sweaty neck. He hovered his mouth over it for a brief moment, his hot breath making Yoshiki unable to concentrate on anything else.
He couldn't restrain himself any longer. He bit Yoshiki along his neck. It was a soft bite, and it was more gentle than anything. Still, Yoshiki inhaled sharply, more from anticipation than pain.
And Hikaru did it again, slightly shifting to a new spot. His other hand travelled to Yoshiki's hair to steady them both. The moment started to feel really intimate.
And he bit again.
And again.
When Hikaru had sunk his teeth on skin a few times, with increasing intensity (yet, still mostly gentle), he finally backed off and peered at Yoshiki's expression. He looked exasperated, and he was breathing heavily. His eyes were droopy, but content. There was definitely no sign of displeasure.
Yoshiki was the first to speak, barely croaking out his words, “Did that,” he exhaled, “Did that help?” Hikaru still had his hands placed on Yoshiki's shoulder and neck, he didn't want to stop their contact. Hikaru was pleased to find that this situation actually may be curbing his hunger for a soul.
Hikaru meant to reply with a ‘yes’ but instead, he aimed for the very front of Yoshiki's neck. Yoshiki braced for a bite at the sensitive area, but instead of being met with harsh teeth, gentle lips only brushed against the front of his neck. Hikaru kissed his neck tenderly, and he slid along the frontside of his neck, moving upwards until he was met with Yoshiki's jaw. When he reached his jaw bone, he bit slightly. It was light enough so that he wouldn't leave a mark in such an obvious area. He knew better than that. The reprimanding from Yoshiki would not be worth it.
Yoshiki's breath picked up, quicker, and his heart felt like it was about to convulse out of his own body. A dangerous monster was touching him gently, biting him gently, and practically caressing him gently. He feared his own reaction, wanting so desperately to claim he was afraid and that this was disgusting, but every groan that was forced out of him tied knots in his stomach that somehow left him craving more and more of this erotic touch. He could only continue to let it happen.
He hadn't been confident enough to reciprocate Hikaru's gentle touches, but the heat bubbling over in his chest compelled him to throw all apprehension to the side. Yoshiki was ready to give himself up to every humanistic urge that burrowed deep within his tainted soul. He lifted one of his hands to feel along Hikaru's arm, and he grasped at his shirt, and his other hand grasped Hikaru's hair as the biting and kissing continued.
Hikaru felt like a predator hunting prey, and it made every piece of him want to fully consume the other boy. He wanted to ravage the soul in front of him, but at the same time care and nurture it.
The next bite, which was back to Yoshiki's neck-shoulder area, held more aggressiveness than the previous attacks. It elicited a harsher groan from Yoshiki that was louder than the rest.
Hikaru immediately pulled back, afraid that he actually did hurt Yoshiki more than he wanted to. “Sorry,” he muttered.
“No, that was. . .” Yoshiki began, the embarrassment and heat rising to his face, “That was good,” he said, still a little unsure of himself.
Hikaru perked back up, almost like a puppy who's owner just taunted him with a frisbee. His hands eased back to being comfortable along Yoshiki’s delicate figure. His palm pushed against Yoshiki's chest to topple him over. He obliged. Hikaru positioned himself atop Yoshiki.
Yoshiki was expecting Hikaru to face a wave of doubt, and to confirm permission like he did at the start, but Yoshiki definitely did not expect him to slightly lift up his shirt and start biting at his stomach.
Yoshiki inhaled from surprise, somehow feeling like this was way more intimate than his neck being bit. Hikaru's fingers danced along Yoshiki's sides, feeling the way his muscles and skin moved. Hikaru found himself deeply loving this moment. Not out of lust, or excitement, but because he was able to trace his fingertips along Yoshiki's skin, finding his birthmarks and moles, admiring the human body. He hoped he was the only other ‘person’ who would be able to see this hidden side of Yoshiki.
“Hikaru,” Yoshiki breathed out, as he reached for Hikaru's hair. He softly tugged him upward so that their eyes were meeting. Both of them looked so different from just moments before, with their heavy breathing, a soft flush adorning each of their faces, and marks and bruises littered across just one of them. Yoshiki's hands both slid to each side of Hikaru's face, caressing it tenderly. Hikaru unconsciously leaned into the touch like he was made just for it.
Yoshiki brought his own face closer to Hikaru's, and admired the breath that was shared between their nearly-touching mouths for a moment. Yoshiki's eyes fluttered shut, and he connected their lips. It wasn't very coordinated, and it definitely wasn't anything like the movies either of them had seen, but they didn't mind how inexperienced it was.
After a moment, Yoshiki retreated, and he let his eyes open slowly. He was met with Hikaru's eyes, wide open. It was clear he never closed them for their brief kiss. It made Yoshiki feel self-conscious, and doubt seeped through his core.
“You’re supposed to close yer eyes, y'know. . .” Yoshiki muttered, bashful. Turning his gaze away, he suddenly ached like he should regret all of this.
“M’sorry,” Hikaru whispered, “I just can't stop admiring you.”
Yoshiki flushed, “Stop that,” he groaned. Hikaru laughed and grabbed Yoshiki's face, turning it back towards him.
“I'll close my eyes this time.” Hikaru did as he said, shutting his eyes and moving his face towards Yoshiki. Yoshiki begrudgingly accepted, and followed Hikaru's lead. Their lips merged once again, just as inexperienced as the last. This one didn't end as swiftly as the last one did, they continued on as Hikaru's hand started to roam Yoshiki's nervous body. His hand moved under Yoshiki's shirt, and again, he was appreciating every muscle that moved underneath Yoshiki's pale skin. His hand moved along his stomach, and up to his ribs, where he traced each rib with the tip of his curious fingers. He was gentle.
Their kiss broke, and they both sighed heavily and took in the air they needed. For a brief second, Yoshiki internally battled conflict. This was weird. He has to stop. But, selfishness and desire quickly struck those thoughts and dumped them out of his mind, his brain felt lustfully foggy, and temptation prevailed.
Hikaru giggled, “I get why humans are always kissin’ all the time.” He admired Yoshiki's face, mentally committing every feature to memory. Each scattered mole was as charming as the stars that populated the night sky. It wasn't often he was able to admire from such a close distance, and he desperately clung to the idea that they could do this more frequently.
“It’s not ‘all the time,’” Yoshiki breathed out, still catching his breath. “But yeah,” his tone got much softer, “It is nice.” Embarrassment suddenly struck Yoshiki, admitting something so vulnerable.
“Yeah, it is!” Exclaimed Hikaru, way too loud. “But, I don't think it'd be as nice with anyone else.” He flushed as that statement escaped him, the sappiness of his own words surprising him.
Yoshiki’s features became painted with a deep red hue, and he nodded in response. Voicing his agreement was deemed too embarrassing.
“Can I continue?” It came out like a plea from Hikaru, even though he suspected he didn't really have to ask. Yoshiki nodded once again.
One of Hikaru's hands snaked up Yoshiki and reached for his neck and jaw, which he grabbed more aggressively than he meant to. He shifted it to the side so that Yoshiki's neck was once again very exposed. Yoshiki’s hands went to Hikaru’s back, tugging and grasping at his shirt. Hikaru bit down, with more force than before. It was definitely going to leave a mark. The thought of that alone excited both of them more than either of them would admit.
Yoshiki whined beneath Hikaru, completely at his mercy. Those sounds that Hikaru was able to elicit from Yoshiki churned a sense of hunger that grew deep in his stomach. His whimpers drove Hikaru mad, and his biting and clamping became more needy and fervent. The bite marks knew no boundary, and they were soon becoming littered in obvious areas all around Yoshiki's delicate throat, neck, and shoulders.
The ample taste of blood that stained his lips slapped him out of his trance.
Hikaru pulled back to study Yoshiki’s dazed expression. Yoshiki was panting, and his eyes looked blown out and dilated, lazily studying Hikaru's face, confused by the sudden stop. He quickly noticed the bit of blood that graced Hikaru’s lip.
Yoshiki would be a sinner if he stated it didn't stir a vile, lustful feeling deep within his chest, tying knots and making him feel stiff. His heart thumped in his ears, and he could only impatiently wait for Hikaru to continue. Unfortunately for him, he savored the feeling of being at the mercy of a dangerous predator. It was like a toxin that tainted his very soul.
Hikaru could see the conviction in Yoshiki’s expression, and his eagerness only encouraged Hikaru's starved, animalistic urges. Yoshiki yanked Hikaru's face to meet his own, their lips intertwining. They were getting used to that poisonous feeling.
“Don’t stop,” Yoshiki tried to speak between kisses, his words coming out broken. Their kiss turned messier, and Hikaru threw every mental safe guard away. Yoshiki said it himself. He won’t stop until Yoshiki commands him too, which he hopes isn't any time soon. He wants to explore, taste, feel every inch of Yoshiki’s body so badly. He wants to hear those whines and sharp inhales again.
Hikaru bit Yoshiki's lip mid kiss, sucking on it and licking the swollen skin. Both of their carnal neediness only increased. Yoshiki hissed at the pain, but still savored the taste of Hikaru’s lips.
Hikaru slid away from the kiss to go to the other side of Yoshiki’s neck, the side that he had not already ravaged as harshly as the other.
He clamped his teeth down on his collarbone, aware of how much pressure to use to urge out the perfect groan from Yoshiki.
The noises Yoshiki made nourished a flame that scolded the depths of Hikaru’s chest. He tenderly sucked where the blood began to bead at the surface. Yoshiki grit his teeth and tugged on the back of Hikaru's shirt. Hikaru couldn’t get enough, he just wanted more.
Hikaru leaned back, sitting up straight, straddling Yoshiki who lay still on the bed. Hikaru could do nothing but admire the face Yoshiki was making for a moment, and it felt like it was seared into his mind like cattle branded with hot iron. His work was on full display, a flushed Yoshiki with bruises and bite marks he knew were all from himself. Perhaps he was just like the hot iron that branded the helpless cattle. The flame within him felt like it was burning him up from the inside out.
Hikaru tugged at Yoshiki's shirt, and attempted to pull it up over Yoshiki’s head. Yoshiki protested, tugging it back down.
“What’re you–” Yoshiki whined. Hikaru pulled once more, more forcefully than the last.
“I just want t’see more of you,” Hikaru pleaded, “Pleaseee?” He drew out the word in a playful tone, a tone he knew would get Yoshiki every single time. Yoshiki flushed, but didn’t turn away.
“I don’t know.” He was riddled with insecurity, and he was afraid of being that exposed. This whole arrangement would feel way more intimate if they had such less clothing on.
“Look, I’ll take mine off,” Hikaru wasted no time in ripping his own shirt off and tossing it to the floor. “See? Nothin’ to be embarrassed ‘bout. Plus, it's so hot in here anyway.”
Yoshiki couldn’t tear his gaze away and he felt his cheeks heat up. He was still reluctant, but this whole thing was started to satisfy Hikaru anyway, wasn't it? And maybe a little part of himself wanted to, too. Just a little. He sighed and grasped the hem of his own shirt, lifting it upwards before he was stopped by Hikaru’s hands.
“Let me do it,” Hikaru commanded, before removing Yoshiki’s hands and instead replacing them with his own. He basked in the moment, admiring every new inch of skin that became available to his sight. Yoshiki didn’t object, and let his shirt be taken off and thrown to the side just as Hikaru’s was. He was skinny, and maybe a slight bit lanky. His skin was even paler all around his chest due to it never being exposed to direct sunlight. It was riddled with moles and birthmarks.
Yoshiki felt exposed. Like, really exposed. His instinct was to cover himself with his own arms, but as he began to, he was stopped by Hikaru’s grip.
“What’re ya doin’ that for? I’m trying to count,” Hikaru grabbed Yoshiki’s arms and inspected them with great focus.
“Count?” Yoshiki asked, bashfully. Hikaru continued his inspection, not leaving a single inch of skin uncounted for.
“Yer moles.”
“Don't count those,” Yoshiki tried to yank his arm away, to no avail, and the feeling of being searched so thoroughly made his anxiety swell.
Hikaru dismissed whatever protests Yoshiki pleaded, and didn't loosen his grip. He twisted and turned the arm he held, mentally keeping a list of every mole and its placement, like an astronomer documenting each star that sparkled in the sky.
Hikaru appreciated every single one. He lowered his face, kissing each mark. His lips trailed up his arm, and Hikaru swore this was all he was meant for. He just wanted to prove to Yoshiki the tender care he was capable of, despite being a hideous monster buried deep within.
The further up his arm he went, he began to chomp and bite the moles that resided on his upper arm. Yoshiki couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight, all he could do was admire.
Soon, Hikaru was back at Yoshiki’s exposed shoulder that was already tainted with various vicious bites, bruises, and marks. He kissed each of them, guilt slightly welling up inside his being for acting so rough with Yoshiki. However, that guilt was quickly stomped out when their eyes met, Yoshiki's expression colored with adoration and desire.
“Yer so embarrassing,” Yoshiki forced out in the heat of the rising silent tension. Hikaru laughed, moving his face to the crook of Yoshiki's neck. He sighed, giving a gentle kiss to the area. Yoshiki wrapped his arms around Hikaru's figure, basking in the tender love. He swore too, that this was all he was made for.
“I didn’t know you’d be so into biting, Yoshiki.” Hikaru laughed into the crook of his neck as he continued to gently peck.
“Shut up,” Yoshiki rolled his eyes, gazing away. Hikaru peered at Yoshiki’s face, they were both still flushed. Yoshiki felt so calm in the presence of this monster, and his feelings twisted in his gut in a way he was all too familiar with from the previous Hikaru that occupied his heart.
“Hikaru,” Yoshiki cupped Hikaru’s face, and Hikaru’s gaze never faltered. “I think. . . I love you,” he breathed out, “And not just because you’re in that body, I mean, you–the actual you.” He continued, his confidence rising as he continued to admire the face of Hikaru that rested in his palm, “I want t’stay by your side, I wanna’ go to Tokyo with you, I want’ya to see and explore the world. Us, together.” Hikaru’s smile widened, and it felt like the warmth of sunlight to Yoshiki. Hikaru couldn’t help but release some small laughs and giggles. He buried his face in Yoshiki’s chest, absorbing the warmth it brought to his body.
“I love you too, Yoshiki. Not just your soul either, but you.” Hikaru said into his chest. When he leaned back, they both cupped each other’s faces. Their lips connected, slowly, but perfectly. It was the new beginning to many.