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Summary: "I wonder why your presence next to me is stronger now then when I had my full senses." Manga based
Let Us Have Good Dreams
"Look Miharu isn't it pretty?" The king leaned forward to gaze out the window. Most of the time the taller male sat next to the window; he loved observing the passing scenery. The train ran at full power making the street lights become one straight line of luminescent yellow.
"Mm-hmm very pretty." Yoite turned to look at his friend.
"It's strange but I wonder why your presence next to me is stronger now then when I had my full senses." The shinrabanshou blushed at the kira users words. It wasn't often that he said such affectionate words. He averted his emerald gaze to look at his feet.
"I love you Yoite." He whispered to himself.
"I love you too Miharu." It was also soft spoken that the king almost didn't hair it. Green eyes widened.
"You heard that?!"
The ninja nodded. "I can only hear Miharu, see Miharu, taste Miharu." The older male hesitated the student knew Yoite couldn't taste his food or anything. He didn't understand that comment till a second later. A gloved hand wonder under the Miharu's chin lifting his face towards him. Yoite's lips crashed down on Miharu's.
The hat wearing male wasted no time; his tongue licked at his lips giving a little nip to his bottom lip. "Delicious." The smaller boy was speechless.
"Y-Yoite…" He studded.
"Sorry did that make you uncomfortable?"
"That was amazing. You know, you only mentioned three of the five senses what about the others?" The fighter smiled slightly.
"I can smell Miharu and I can touch Miharu." The cook rested his head on the other's arm. He heard the blue eyed male inhale. "Like a fresh rain mixed in with chocolate and strawberries."
"And what do I feel like?" The left hand slipped out of its glove and reached up to make contact with the younger boy's cheek.
"Soft, warm, addicting..."
"Addicting?" One finger ran over the student's soft rose petal like lips. Miharu kissed his finger pad licking it clean and biting gently on the skin teasing the nerve endings. The assassin removed his finger from the pair of warm lips not bothering to wipe the wetness off. His blacken hand went back into the glove. Dismay was written on the younger boy's face.
The hand then wrapped its shelf around Miharu's right hand bringing it to his lips kissing his knuckles like a gentleman. "It's like I a dream." The shinrabanshou leaned into his lover's touch feeling the warm affection radiating off his body. Arms wrapped around the scared neck as arms encircled the cook's waist pulling him closer.
"Let us dream some more then."