Revised NB: These drabbles are around 500 words and typically updated in response to reader-submitted prompts.

In retrospect, I think this series starts a bit slow. You should skip ahead to chapter three if you're the impatient sort. If you're here for a moderately smuttier sort of entertainment, start with chapter seven. This series isn't terribly explicit, but you'll definitely get the idea. If you're here for explicit sex, read 'Possessions' instead. It's my only M-rated Hirato/Akari fic.


Akari kisses like a demon.

No one but Hirato would know. In fact, no one would even expect this from the coldly analytical intellectual who oversees Research Tower. But Circus' second commander is keenly aware of how the doctor presses their lips together softly at first, slanting his mouth across Hirato's at a myriad of angles before teasing the seam of the captain's lips with his tongue. The blond is sly, too. Just when Hirato thinks he's captured that tongue with his own, it retreats, only to be replaced by the gentle nip of teeth and a soothing lick to follow. The commander doesn't complain, even when that sly tongue slips along his jaw and slyer hands slip under his clothes.

Akari also takes his time, exploring Hirato's skin with the same diligence and meticulousness with which he undertakes his work. The brunet has long supposed that the doctor is simply accustomed to performing examinations, although he is a tiny bit jealous that anyone else can claim the physician's undivided attention at all. It's absurd to feel such envy towards patients, he realizes. So he'll never tell Akari. Even lovers keep secrets from one another.

For instance, Hirato doesn't know that Akari kisses him like a demon because it's the only thing that will wipe that infuriating smirk off his face.