Hello, readers. It's been too long since I've been in the FD fandom, but don't worry, I still have it. Remember, I did promise I would continue writing Bliss, but I didn't promise when. Don't take this lightly, but I wholeheartedly and sincerely appreciate your patience. Putting that aside, this is a two-shot treat for my readers of Bliss. To reward your patience with the progression of a non-canonical story, I wrote this just for you. However, keep in mind that this two-shot is separate from Bliss.
Warnings; This contains possible spoilers, graphic male-on-male eroticism, and unhappy Yuno. Proceed at your own risked. You were warned.
1. Aphrodisiacs
The fight had ended horribly.
Yuno had been sterilized through an internal wound to her womb, knocked unconscious by a blow to her head. Yukiteru was thrown aside, furious, and chased them down to the front of the house. He didn't care if his leg bled through its bandages from that encounter with Fourth. He didn't care if his head seared with pain. He was out of anymore fucks to give for his own safety, but Yuno's…
They could have smashed his diary, and it wouldn't have mattered to him, so long as Yuno was unharmed. In his blinding rage, all of the physical pain was at the back of his reckless mind. Akise knew this, and that was why he ran after him when Yukiteru gave a show of perseverance. It was his chance, too, Akise thought to himself. His chance to prove to Yukiteru that his feelings surpassed that of friendship, that they could possibly—
They had also lost.
Akise was devastated. Yukiteru? He was furiously relentless in going after them, and it took Akise many attempts to console him. Eventually, the two of them resided at Yukiteru's house. Yuno was sent to a hospital, Kosaka and the staff looking after her. Yukiteru would hear updates of her soon enough, he told himself as he was unlocking the front door to his home, Akise behind him.
Little did he know that the Sevenths weren't only battlers of true love. Mikami Ai had a trick or two up her sleeve. The way that little girl with the cotton-candy pigtails bragged of her precious "Yuki" pissed her off. She didn't know what a real boyfriend was, because that Yuki of hers was a wench. A spineless and selfish little wench that was using her to his heart's content, pushing himself forwards through her, she reckoned. Hell, she wasn't trying to be the bad person here.
Her and her Marco are the heroes, the icons, of what true love is. They've endured their rough patches, their hardships, and they still do argue about the silliest nothings. Despite that, every night, they entangled in the same bed with no one else. Their relationship was built off of trust, honesty, and protection itself. Marco would do anything to protect her, and she would do anything to protect him back, or in the least, make him the happiest man in this damned world. And she did.
Second, that little girl, had no idea what a beautiful relationship was. It was up to Ai to prove to her how ugly her relationship with First was. Unbeknownst to even Marco, she hid a packet of powdery aphrodisiacs in one of First's kitchen pantries when they had been searching through his house for his whereabouts. The aphrodisiacs would prove to Second how true her First was to her. Earlier, Ai learned of that other boy. She didn't know his name, but she wouldn't forget the pale moon skin-tone and the blood red eyes. Marco didn't mishear the undertones either, he loved First and it was a sympathetic case. That was why, despite him intervening in their fight with First, they didn't hurt him as bad as Second. He was only a bystander and yet, First would be using him, too.
Once the door was unlocked, Yukiteru pulled Akise into the silent house. Akise slid off his dress shoes by the door, glancing around as he walked down the greeting hall. Yukiteru was a few seconds late in trailing behind him, having been closing and locking the front door behind them. The house was complicated at the first step; there were stairs on the right with a bay window and there was an entrance hall on the left, offering ways to the attached kitchen and dining room and the wide living room attached to a bead-curtained shrine room that his mother used when she was there.
"I'll make us tea. Wait in the living room for me, Akise-kun." Yukiteru disappeared into the attached kitchen and dining room, leaving Akise to comply to his somewhat authoritative order.
Akise glanced around him. The living room had a television set with its own hind legs, a table against the wall behind the two opposite couches separated by a coffee table, and a ceiling fan. The wallpaper was colorless, and the floor was wooden slatted beneath him, however, the living room itself had a full circular rug with an elegant vine design. On the table, Akise observed, were at least four photographs. The first of Yukiteru's parents, his mother well in her late teens with a round stomach outlining the gown that hugged her maturing frame and his father also in his late teens in a halfhearted suit, arm over her and palm against the stomach where unborn Yukiteru resided. The second was a single of Yukiteru as a toddler and the third of him at least by the age of eight. The last photo was a complete family picture, his parents standing behind him with their hands connected to either of his under a cherry blossom tree.
A wide and brilliant smile on his beloved's face, one he had never seen before.
Akise's blood red eyes gazed at it, with such longing. If only his beloved could smile that way again, once more. His heart raced faster as his thoughts progressed… if only he made Yukiteru smile that way. A self-deprecating and doubtful smile lifted his lips, shaking his head. No, for as long as Yuno lived in this world, Akise was nothing but his friend. He had nothing to hold against her here.
It was ironic. Yuno had taken the role of Yukiteru, hiding in corners or crying out her distress. She was inexperienced, and she was afraid. Yukiteru, however, was her knight in shining armor. He fought for her, courageously. He pulled himself into the pain for her. He was selflessly protecting her, even if it cost his own life. His own chance at becoming the God of Time and Space, too, Akise thought with a sinking heart.
His thoughts were interrupted when sudden breathing fanned the back of his neck. The hairs there stood, and the sensitive pale flesh prickled with goose-bumps. Blinking, Akise inclined his head towards the breathing. Standing behind the couch that Akise sat on, cross-legged, was Yukiteru. His face obscured by the dark hair framing his light-tanned face and blue eyes.
Worriedly, Akise raised his eyebrow.
"Yukiteru-kun? Where's the tea?"
Wordlessly, his beloved leaned over. Alarmed, Akise nearly back planted himself into the coffee table. It was made of glass. That would have been a horrific sight had Yukiteru not snared Akise, turning him another way and pushing him back. Akise's back met the plush cushions of the couch behind him, his eyes blinking. He was at a loss for words. Yukiteru wasn't acting right. Or was it that he was going to break down in tears? He needed Akise to console him once more?
The thought didn't bother Akise all that much. It did bother him that he could need consolation of Yuno's injuries. Anything about her made Akise reconsider himself. He went back to that time Hinata exposed herself as the tenth holder's daughter, Mao holding Yukiteru at knifepoint. He had barely managed to prove himself, with Hinata holding the coin, he guessed wrong once. He couldn't forget how Yuno gazed at him, horror filling her face. He couldn't forget how Kosaka panic-stricken and confused looked on at the scene, hopeless and helpless. He couldn't forget how Yukiteru stared at him with such shame…
His heart wrenched.
It didn't occur to him that Yukiteru was on top of him, body pressed against body and his face in his neck. No, Akise has sunk himself into doubtful thoughts once more. The battle with the Sevenths earlier, too, had taught him something. Was his love as genuine as he thought? They had lost after all, but he needed to remind himself that Yuno and Yukiteru lost together, too. What did that mean? Did it mean that Yukiteru loved neither of them? Did it mean the feelings were one-sided? Did it mean that Yukiteru's rage… got in the way of the "love's" potent?
A stifled gasp escaped him, blood red eyes widening. He lifted his head, blinking twice. Yukiteru's mouth was on his neck. He kissed, he sucked, and he bit down on the flesh with such savageness. As if he were helping himself to cooked meat.
"Yukiteru-kun—"
He gasped again, head tilting back at the blood that seeped from the biting. Yukiteru kissed all over his throat, and the inside of Akise cringed at the grim memory of what had happened to his throat once before, but those thoughts were discontinued with Yukiteru pulling away from his neck, eyes meeting his. Akise's eyes widened more at how flushed Yukiteru was, his hot breath in Akise's face and his full, pink lips dyed in Akise's blood. His blood.
Where was all of this coming from?
"Akise-kun, let me taste you."
"Yukiteru-kun… what about G—Mmph!?" Blood-reddened lips claimed his own for themselves, kissing deeply and softly. Akise's heart soared in his chest, his stomach doing those exhilarating flips, and his whole body tingling with fervent arousal. It couldn't be. This had to be a heavenly dream he didn't register, or this had to be a very unanticipated event that would end nightmarishly for the two of them. Akise couldn't stop thinking of the consequences, but Yukiteru had beyond abandoned reasoning.
His tongue pushed inside Akise's mouth, exploring. Akise wanted to fight him. He wanted to fight him with all he could, without physically hurting him, but at the same time Akise wanted this. He wanted this with all the human selfishness he had. He craved this. And somewhere in his inhuman mind, he convinced himself that he needed this more than anything. So, that's why…
That's why he explored his beloved's mouth back, with all the passion and excitement there had been restrained, hidden. When Yukiteru ran his wet and warm muscle over his own, Akise couldn't hold himself back from moaning. He moaned, in despair and in need, all in one soft, miniscule sound. Yukiteru drew back, a string of saliva connecting their gasping, breathless mouths. The raven ran his hands underneath different articles. One hand rubbed outside the thin material of boxers, dress pants loosened by being unzipped, and the other played with a nipple under his dress shirt.
Akise gasped, pale lashes fluttering against his cheeks. He didn't want to close them. Cheeks coloring, his eyes landed on Yukiteru's, full of all of his unspoken love. Yukiteru unfastened all of the buttons to his dress shirt, pushing the material aside to admire Akise's chest. Akise almost closed his eyes there again, in halfhearted embarrassment. His heart was skipping beats, and all of his blood rushed to his head, leaving him dizzy, as if he were drunk on something. His tie was there on his neck, the black silk ending at the waistline in a fine and slender v-shape.
Yukiteru made no move to undo it, rubbing Akise softly with his palm outside the boxers.
"Yukiteru-kun!" He gasped, biting slightly on his lower lip. Despite himself, he couldn't stop wondering. An evening of losing two fights for Yukiteru-kun and an evening of consolation for Akise, tea on the side of it, what had brought them here? What had brought them to this moment where Akise made sounds he didn't know he would find himself living to ever make with Yukiteru on top of him, staring at him in such lust? The inevitable end for Akise pended, threatening to ruin this unbelievable experience, but Akise shook it off. He didn't want to think of anything or care about fate, just for once. Just for once, he wanted to feel human than he'd ever felt since Deus broke the news.
"Akise-kun." Yukiteru's dark blue eyes stared into his. "I want to…"
"Yukiteru-kun?"
Without another word, Yukiteru's touch was pulled away. Akise nearly whimpered, his eyes filling with shameful tears at the loss of contact. That didn't last long. Yukiteru rubbed their clothed erections together, forehead pressed to Akise's. Beads of sweat rolling down their faces at the overwhelming heat being transferred between their rubbing bodies. Akise wrapped his arms around Yukiteru's neck, sliding his watered eyes closed for now.
He was sure that Yukiteru would feel his heart skipping its beats, and he was sure that he would also hear Yukiteru's heart. Yukiteru's heart was racing too fast for Akise to count the racing in one second. His evaluative nature was disrupted by Yukiteru stripping their remaining clothes off, save for Akise's tie, and lying down on his back with Akise on top of him. Akise stared at his beloved's cock, erect and dripping.
He wrapped his hand around the shaft, rubbing up and down at first. Smiling, he lapped his tongue over the premature white seeping from the slit of the cockhead. He ran his tongue over the head, and down to the shaft. He could hear Yukiteru groaning in pleasure, and smiled against the heated flesh. Good, Yukiteru was enjoying this! Not wanting to disappoint his beloved but wanting to tease him a little more, Akise just barely licked over his underside. Suddenly, he paused his teasing, gasping softly.
"Yukiteru-kun..!"
Yukiteru had closed his mouth down on Akise's own erect manhood. He took in as much of Akise as he could fit, sucking and licking all up the leaking head. Gasping, Akise closed his own mouth on Yukiteru, sucking softly. Yukiteru lathered Akise's cock with as much of his saliva as he could, pulling his mouth off to glide his tongue over the shaft. Akise sucked harder on the heated flesh. Biting back another groan, Yukiteru slid two of his glistening fingers in Akise's entrance at once. The albino gasped, loudest than he had that whole time. His eyes squeezed shut, concealing the stinging tears. He muffled himself by his ministrations. Yukiteru stared at Akise's colored face, worry written over his expression but his eyes clouded with the darkest lust. His lathered fingers pushed themselves in deeper, fighting against Akise's clenching walls.
A kind of whimper escaped the boy.
"Akise-kun?" Yukiteru called softly.
"Yukiteru-kun… it hngh…urts…"
"I'll make it better for you." He closed his mouth on Akise's cock again, sucking hard.
Akise moaned softly, the pain forgotten in the immense pleasure he received from below. He pulled away from Yukiteru's cock in his lickings of the head and shaft. Yukiteru let himself groan each time, encouraging the boy detective. The heat from before seemed twice as hotter, as they were both sweating more than before, musk filling the living room.
Trusting that Akise would be fine, Yukiteru inched his fingers along the walls and touched somewhere inside of him that Akise gasped and moaned with his mouth full of Yukiteru's cock. Yukiteru groaned aloud, the carnal pit of desire wanting to untangle itself from his stomach. Akise's own desire was waiting to be released, as he was dripping more premature white, convulsing atop of Yukiteru in attempts to hold it back longer and in pleasure of his prostate being discovered.
"Yukiteru-kun, please let me—" The fingers withdrew.
Yukiteru pulled Akise onto his lap as he sat up on the couch, face-to-face. The tie fluttered against his chest at the sudden movement. Akise had his lower lip caught between teeth, as he almost whined out at the loss of contact, again. Yukiteru stared at him, leaning in and kissing his lips. Akise kissed him back, closing his eyes and wrapping his arms around the raven's neck.
"Yukiteru-kun!" Akise whined, drawn-out and breathy in urgency and desperation. "Please, Yukiteru-kun! I need you, please!"
"Aru…" Grabbing Akise's hips, he pulled him right down on his cock.
Pain twisted on the albino's face, watered eyes opened and filled with their own amorousness. He didn't move yet, but when he did, he rode himself all the way down steadily and then back up, the tie almost mimicking its wearer in its fluttering. The kiss deepened, their tongues starving for one another as they languidly ran over each other's wet muscles. Akise sighed, eyes closing. Yukiteru smirked against their mouths, bucking up. Akise moaned, lowering faster to meet Yukiteru's upward thrusts.
"Yukiteru!"
"Aru!"
The upward thrusting sent his cock deeper into Akise's entrance, whirling his thoughts to nothingness as his prostate was met once again. Moaning, eyes wide and stinging with overwhelming pleasure, Akise clung to Yukiteru's embrace. Yukiteru closed his eyes, tracing his mouth and moving with him. Through it all, Akise felt more than he ever felt in a long time. How his heart came to an alarming slow; how the blood rushing to his head that made him lightheaded in supposed drunkenness stopped; how the tingling in his veins wracked all over his body and prickled through the outer flesh of pale moon.
Yukiteru stroked Akise simultaneously with their moving, determined to send him to climax first. Akise gasped and moaned above him, a few calls of his name caught between the cacophonies. He grabbed at Yukiteru's warm hands stroking him, as if wanting to stop them… but the tingling and the pressure of the desire in his stomach intermingled and in an earth-shattering instant, Akise came for the very first time in his artificial life.
His beloved followed him soon after. On top of his beloved, drenched with sweat and the sticky, white consequences of their lustful actions, the two basked in the afterglow, cuddling on the couch. Akise, smiling serenely, fluttered his eyes shut. He couldn't believe that this had finally happened, and in his wrenching heart, he knew that the effect would be earnest, yet, he couldn't find it in himself to care anymore. He urged Yukiteru to hold him tighter in his arms, and whispered to the slowly sobering raven,
"I love you."
