Yellowing Postcards EXTRA slash TEST

Warning: Sporadic updates, grammar issues

Disclaimer: Junya Inoue, Madhouse Studio, Sentai Filmworks, Sotsu, KlockWorx, flying DOG, Showgate

Chapter summary: What may or may not happen in a few days... My brain is going weird.

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You did.

You abandoned me.

But at least you left me who wouldn't.

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"Do you think there's…" Kira chose not to say it. He didn't want to tip their enemies off. He tried to come up with a charade – using his forefinger and thumb to make a circle and putting it in front of his eye. "This?"

Sakamoto just looked confused. Kira sighed, "Idiot." The boy crouched down and whispered quietly in his ear. "That's a sign for a camera."

Kira leaned away to see if Sakamoto gets it, and the man didn't disappoint. He made a deliberate tap on his thigh. Yes.

Kira shrugged and left, not before placing a hand on his stomach. Food.

'Kid's a clever one,' Sakamoto thought. He hadn't even spared a suspicion that there are surveillances here. And Kira had already made some code signs.

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After days, they STINK.

Sakamoto suggested that they take a bath at the beach, since the river they were in was no longer clean with the bodies they just killed. Kira had no qualms from stripping right off the bat on the beach.

Sakamoto however was a NEET who doesn't do well with nudity. "Have some shame, dammit!" He signed 'camera' and swam towards the deeper part of the beach, and just dived repeatedly as bathing. All of a sudden he heard Kira screaming for help further off. An irritated thought electrified through his mind - how did he get there? - but his brain was largely focused on rescuing the boy. When he reached Kira at the bottom the boy clung to the older boy tightly.

Kira's legs were straddling his - Sakamoto couldn't kick off. He looked at Kira, and the boy was smiling with a vindictive glint in his eyes. 'He's planning to drown me?!' Sakamoto tried to kick off but though the boy was light, he was strong. Stronger than Sakamoto, who was admittedly, physically weak since he doesn't ever strain himself on training his body for anything than gaming. When his face was blue from out of breath, Kira put his mouth over his to share some breath. It worked for a good while - time he could use to swim them up but instead Kira took hold of his memberhood and pumped. Sakamoto choked, breath escaped him and he accidentally swallowed a rather large amount of seawater. He was running out breath and Kira was still fine and doing obscene things to… to… hi…

He woke up to Kira's smiling face. They were dressed - Sakamoto noted.

"You." His voice croaked. "You asshole."

The smile morphed into a lazy grin. "Yeah."

"You molested my dick!" Sakamoto hissed, hoping his voice was acid.

The kid just licked his lips deliberately! "Oh my goodness, if only I'd gone further! I was just blowing~ And it's not like anyone could see. We were deep."

Sakamoto tried to punch the smug shit but his arm was still weak and Kira didn't even bother to dodge. "Why the fuck did you do that?"

"Eh, you're pretty. And I felt like it."

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So, someone asked me to beta and semi-continue their E-rated fiction. I edited, but I couldn't continue writing out the gaps. So I challenged myself to write smut. I, uh, my fingers and brain chickened out. They feel tingly, and uncomfortable - and not the slimy, or dirty kind of uncomfortable but the really really embarrassed kind. I am sorry to admit to myself that I'm bailing out challenge (Sorry for disappointing you, Barney Stinson) and am going to warn any other beta-seekers that I cannot help with smut. At all.

Maybe in a few years but meh, I doubt I'll find someone. Real life is... fickle. Yeah, fickle. Totally was not going to use another word.