Work Text:
Yugamu was late.
Him and Takumi, a day before, agreed to train together in the morning. After V’ehxness had announced she would go back to LDA to battle them on Day 99, everyone was scrambling to get in good shape.
It was the fifth day of Yugamu asking to train with him, and he finally gave in—Darumi was the only other option, and honestly, he preferred to have someone who was already trained in killing to practice with than someone who could “accidentally” kill him while laughing maniacally and throwing her daggers everywhere.
He’d already transformed half an hour ago. Consequential effects of transforming wouldn’t take effect for another few hours, so he had time to kill before he really needed Yugamu to show up.
The last two weeks had been so awkward between them, so it was a huge surprise for Takumi to see Yugamu show up at his door begging to practice with him. Of course, it was probably more awkward for Takumi than it was for Yugamu… on the other hand, the guy seemed pretty flustered after what happened.
He only needed to practice with him for a bit. If lucky, they’d never have time to discuss the issue. Possibly, Yugamu wouldn’t even show.
And then the door opened.
Yugamu hadn’t transformed yet, but he was carrying his infuser with him. He strode into the room, winking at Takumi. “Sorry for being late. I had some…difficulties with a certain someone this morning.”
Darumi or your dick? Takumi thought but knew he would never ask.
“I didn’t see you in the cafeteria this morning,” Yugamu went on, setting his infuser down on the stairs to the stage, “so I figured you went cold on me. I waited half an hour for you to show up so I could tease you. You skipped breakfast, huh?”
“I waited half an hour for you,” Takumi retorted. “I said to come first thing in the morning.”
Yugamu snickered, sitting on the steps. “Takumi, a proper assassin knows not to train on an empty stomach.” He ran a tongue across his lips and bit down on his bottom one. “Have you not trained in the morning with anyone else before now?”
“No.” Takumi didn’t really get why he was asking.
“You’ll get pretty dizzy and possibly sick if you don’t eat before you train. Of course, you don’t want to train immediately after you eat, which is part of why I waited half an hour, but it’s good to keep that habit.” He stared at Takumi expectantly after he was done speaking.
Takumi had no idea what to say. He wasn’t the most active person before LDA, and their battles were never before breakfast, so he never knew that. It felt strange to be lectured by Yugamu.
“Uh… okay.” Takumi shrugged and pointed at Yugamu’s infuser. “So… are we going to practice or not?”
“For the love of murder, did you ignore everything I said?” Yugamu sighed dramatically, laying his head back on the steps. “You need to eat and then wait—probably an hour since you’re not used to this—until you’re ready to train.” He lifted his head up slightly as a grin grew across his face. “Or… we could just not train.”
“Why would we not?” Takumi was exasperated.
“It’s going to take a while, and Kyoshika wants my help—something to do with her sword—in an hour and a half. It’ll take a little less than half an hour to eat. That’s, like, fifteen minutes of training. Horrible waste of our time.” He sat up completely, placing his chin on the palm of his hand. “We can try to find an alternative to training, though, if that works better for you.”
Takumi glared at him. “You waited until now to tell me you had plans?”
“It took you five days to give me a piece of your time. If you really want to be fair, you could let me torture you~”
“Never happening. Not again.”
Yugamu’s mouth gaped open. “You call that torture?!”
Takumi shrugged.
It didn’t take more than three seconds for Yugamu to march up to Takumi. Despite being slightly shorter than him, Yugamu was veryimposing. “That—“ He lowered his voice. “I would not call something you did for yourself torture. Also, who could resist me? C’mon, do you see what you’re seeing?”
“Do I see what I’m—? No, I didn’t know you’d be naked when I opened the door!”
“It’s my own fucking room!”
“You invited me to your room!”
“I told you to come in at 8:00 PM. Not 7:59, but 8:00!”
“Why the fuck did you wait until the very last minute to change?”
“Takumi, you’re killing me!” Yugamu groaned and shook his head, rubbing his temples. “Admit it—you liked seeing me naked. I’ve been able to tell for the last two weeks.”
The last two weeks?
Takumi bit his lip instinctively when he thought about that. Yeah, he couldn’t get the image out of his head. Yeah, he kept staring down Yugamu’s body every time he saw him. Yeah, he might’ve intentionally brushed against him any time he passed by him. That didn’t mean he liked him! That just meant Yugamu was really fucking hot and he liked looking at him. There was a difference—there had to be a difference!
“This is a stupid conversation!” Takumi hissed, turning away from Yugamu.
Yugamu grabbed his shoulder and turned him right back around, making Takumi stumble. Of course, Yugamu caught him. He laughed as Takumi glared at him. “Don’t you wanna kiss me? I know you do, Takumi. I can see it in your eyes.”
He went on when Takumi didn’t reply. “I wonder if you’ve been fantasizing about me. Do you dream of being tortured by me? Ah… probably not, but it doesn’t hurt to hope. I know you want me, Takumi. Don’t ya?” He dragged his nails up Takumi’s neck—not enough to cause him any pain, but enough to make a point. “If you don’t want torture, I could perhaps give you a massage, but I can’t promise it won’t be more than that.”
“There is so much wrong with you,” Takumi muttered, voice breathy as Yugamu pressed his nails further into his skin. “I just want to train. But…”
He didn’t “just” want to train. Not in the slightest.
Takumi leaned his head in, kissing Yugamu gently on the lips. Yugamu instantly kissed him back, clearly more experienced than Takumi was. His breath caught in his throat as the hand that wasn’t on his neck placed itself against his hip, squeezing a tiny bit. They kissed for what felt like an eternity, but it couldn’t have been more than a few seconds before Yugamu eventually ended it.
“So you want to train?” Yugamu asked, his eyes locked on Takumi’s lips as he drew his tongue across his lips, a grin spreading across his face—which was really red, surprisingly. He seemed almost… astonished.
“I mean…” Takumi fidgeted with his hands, looking anywhere but Yugamu. “I could possibly do something else.”
“Something else?”
When Takumi didn’t respond, Yugamu tightened his grip on Takumi’s hip and leaned his head in further. Their lips were so close, and all Takumi could think about was kissing him. That, or running away. “Hey, say what you’re going to say, Takumi. I want to hear it.”
“Uh.” Takumi sucked his lips between his teeth, his thoughts literally all being “Yugamu.” Telling Yugamu that he wanted to kiss him again felt really stupid, and they both knew that anyways. What would Yugamu do in this situation? Actually, no, he shouldn’t think about that. Okay, maybe he should.
Yugamu yelped as Takumi grabbed the side of his neck and kissed him hard. He kissed the inside of his mouth, relieved that Yugamu hadn’t pushed him away yet. As he got ahold of Yugamu’s tongue, Takumi could feel something cold metal on the tip—a piercing, likely—and bit down gently on it. Yugamu moaned into his mouth, and all of Takumi’s senses seemed to light up. They clashed together: tongue and teeth and Yugamu being really handsy—which Takumi didn’t mind, surprisingly.
As they parted for air, Takumi’s breath came in short gasps while Yugamu’s breath was much more heavy, and neither of them could speak for a few seconds.
Takumi lifted his head up after a while, laughing softly. “That was better than I thought it would be.”
Yugamu was still catching his breath, but he nodded and winked at Takumi. To Takumi, he was completely handsome—even though he was drooling and holding his own arms tight against his chest like he might break them.
Takumi sat on the steps and glanced at the infuser that was lying beside him. There was a battle to come, and he knew he shouldn’t spend so much time worrying about his feelings for another guy when the fate of humanity was on the line, but it was hard not to think about him.
Yugamu sat next to him, thigh-to-thigh. He nodded at the infuser. “So, I think we aren’t training today, considering it’s almost time for me to meet Kyoshika. What a shame that I don’t have enough time to torture you before that…”
“Please don’t torture me.”
“Mm… can’t promise not to,” he smirked, reaching over to grab the infuser, “but…”
Yugamu laughed. “There’s always time for an alternative to training.”