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Maybe this was wrong.
A thought burst into his mind, disrupting his scrolling through his Y-pad, waiting for Keita to get home from school. Whisper stopped cold in his tracks, face scrunched up in worry. He sits there, stunned at the thought that assaulted his mind, making him rethink his entire self.
"No, of course not. If Keita-kun is happy, then it's fine." Whisper murmured to himself, beginning to scroll again, seeing a cute selfie from Jibanyan at a Nya-KB concert. He taps on the like button, smile returning to his face.
"It's not like it's just me, Jibanyan does it to." Whisper insists out loud to no one, "If I'm in the wrong, then we both are."
He's only 14.
The thoughts were getting more aggressive in tone, much more confrontational. Whisper shakes his head. "Since us Yokai are ageless, age shouldn't matter!" He assures himself. "...Right?"
A cold sweat begins to form on his brow, making him shiver.
You're disgusting.
He couldn't even tell if that was his own voice telling him this, but it didn't matter. The weight of his actions was starting to lean on him, straining his heart. He locks his Y-pad, placing it down beside him, and he takes a breath. "If Keita-kun is happy, then it shouldn't matter." He says firmly. He looks to his right, to see the pillow on Keita's bed. Scenes of late night escapades fill his senses, making him swallow.
"Whisper...A-Ah... Mom and Dad are still awake, we need to be quiet..!" He exclaims softly, as Whisper plants soft kisses on his collar bone, sending shockwaves up the sensitive boy's spine.
"Now now Keita-kun, I'll be as quiet as a mouse~ You, on the other hand..." he grins deviously, making Keita's face heat up to a dangerous level. "Especially if I do something like this..." He locks his lips on Keita's exposed flesh on his neck, and starts to lick and suck, albeit softly, as the boy underneath him rewards him with a throaty groan.
"N-nooooo, I'm too sensi- AH" Whisper releases the boy, making a slick poping sound. A faint bruise begins to show through his delicate skin, making Whisper almost feel proud of himself. Keita squirms under him, words resting on the tip of his tongue.
"Hmm? What is it, Keita-kyun?" He whispers lovingly, even though no one but the boy in front of him could hear.
"I-I want you. I nee-ed you. Please, Whisper..." his pleas were so meek, so adorable, that Whisper couldn't help himself.
He's snapped back to reality with a slam of a door, looks around, but no one else is there. The only thing there was his deep shame and slight arousal at those memories. Sweat pours down his brow, as he floats over to the window. He had done so many unspeakable things to his dear Keita-kun... How could he be so disgusting?
"Loose morals are nothing to go on, if you're a Yokai." His lips move on their own. He's trying to validate it to his guilty conscience. To little success.
Guilt pangs nearly brought Whisper to the ground, they were so strong and deep, it almost made him sick. He wasn't cut out to be a Yokai butler if he did such horrible things to his master. He should just pack up and leave, never to see Keita again.
He was such garbage, such disgusting, abusive garba--
"Whisper, I'm home." A door shuts behind the voice, as he sets his backpack down next to his shelf. "Huh? Are you okay?"
It takes all of Whispers strength to face the boy he'd been in toil over. He forces a smile that's bright enough to fool anyone.
"Welcome home, my dear Keita-kun!" And how was school today?"
Keita smiles back, that warm, small smile that made Whispers non-existent heart jump. "It was boring without you or Jibanyan." He begins to approach Whisper, who floated still.
"Ah, but you probably le-"
Keita had put a hand on his side, and pulled him in for a deep kiss. It completely caught Whisper off guard, sending his mind into a frenzy. He melted. His mind melted with him, a warm, gooey feeling in the back of his mind rose to the top, making him feel at ease.
"I missed you." Keita says fondly, as he pulls Whisper into a hug, carrying the spirit over to his bed.
Whisper still felt the guilt in the back of his mind, and it pained him so, but the rush he got when he was with Keita made it all worth it.
"As did I, Keita."