Immortals' Love Affair
003. Church
It's forbidden for celestial beings to enter into another's sacred home without the owner's acknowledgement, but regardless of the heavenly laws set forth by the Higher Planes, Sanae and Joshua stood at the altar locked in an embrace. There will be punishment but neither of them seemed show any concern. Sanae had already been named a Fallen Angel, and Joshua was no more innocent than he. What did they have to lose?
004. Driving
Joshua let out an exasperated sigh and stared lazily out the window of Hanekoma's Sedan. He was leaning his chin on his palm and none of the speeding scenery outside seemed to be of any interest to him.
"Something the matter, J?" the barista glanced over briefly at his young passenger.
"Sanae, can we go somewhere that isn't… Shibuya?"
"What's wrong with…" Hanekoma began but stopped himself before he could finish the painfully obvious question. With one hand on the wheel, the man scratched the back of his head in thought. For a while, the two rode in silence, until Hanekoma reached over with his free hand and took hold of Joshua's as it that had been lying idly in his lap.
"You're right, boss," the man said with a slight smirk parched on his lips. "We really do need to change things up a bit."
Joshua turned to him with a grin, giggled and said, "Taking me to Tokyo isn't much of a change."
"Aw, com'on—don't use that trick on me," Hanekoma grumbled and silently mumbled something about Joshua's—quite annoying—ability to read his thoughts. "I was trying to be romantic for once."
"I'm not a girl, Sanae," Joshua pointed out and Hanekoma responded with a strange look and a nod. Soon, the two fell quiet once more.
The ashen teen was looking ahead at the flashing lights from the fellow cars on the highway when he began to lace his fingers between the Producer's.
"I think going to see Tokyo Tower would be nice."
The barista grunted at first, but replies with a chuckle.
"Of course, boss."
005. Dawn
It's five o'clock, a few hours before Wildkat café is open for business and Joshua is already there. He isn't having coffee at this time, but rather, he's tasting Hanekoma's lips as he's being pin against the cold refrigerator door by the café owner himself. Joshua chuckles lowly when Hanekoma finally releases his mouth and begins to trail kisses around his neck and collar bone. With a content sigh, the teen wraps his around tightly around the barista's shoulders and leans in, taking in the scent of the man's aftershave.
This isn't a special occasion; it's just how Hanekoma says, "Good morning."
006. Child
Hanekoma held young Joshua safely in his arms while the little one clung to fabric of his shirt. It was still pouring—Shibuya was still raining. Hanekoma cursed himself for not brining along an umbrella, but he tried his best to shield Joshua from anymore cold. As he made a dash towards his small café, Hanekoma prayed to the Higher Planes that he could do a better job than this in the future as Joshua's self proclaim guardian angel.
007. Autumn
Outside, standing at the top of the roof, Joshua blew tiny white clouds from his breath and watched them float and disappear into the night air. This was as close as he would ever get to smoking, the Composer supposed. He never understood why Hanekoma could stand such horrid things, especially for a being like himself.
Joshua relaxed and breathed out a heavy sigh as he watched over his city. Shibuya was as unchanging as ever, even as the windmill of seasons continued to roll from one to another. As his gazed lingered on the sparkling lights, a chill ran down his spine. Joshua shivered and rubbed his arms for a little heat. The nights were getting colder and Joshua gave Shibuya one last look before deciding to head back inside, but before he could even take the first step, a rather warm blanket was draped around him.
The teen smiled his trademark grin as he felt a pair of too familiar arms wrap around his waist.
"You shouldn't stay out here in the cold," Hanekoma said, his voice deep and sincere.
"I was just about to retire for the night," Joshua explained. He brought his hands from beneath the blanket and gently settled them on top of the Hanekoma's rough knuckles.
"Shibuya, is still the same," Joshua said plainly.
"Hm? Well, yeah, Boss. Didn't Neku already establish that during your little game?" Hanekoma nuzzled into Joshua's neck, his hot breath lingering on the surface of his skin as he spoke.
Joshua chuckled and turned his face to meet his partner's.
"I know," he murmured. "I just wanted to hear myself admit it."
A smile made its way onto Hanekoma's lips and he shook his head in disbelief.
"Whatever you say, Josh," the barista replied. He then leaned in close, pulling Joshua closer to his chest and taking the boy's lips gently, as he always does.
Joshua kissed him back without hesitation and tightened his grip on Hanekoma's hands. The teen smiled into his partner's mouth and giggled quietly, knowing that they won't be heading back inside for a while.
AUTHOR'S NOTE
Thank you BleedingOpal reviewing and supporting this pairing!
Hopefully you all enjoyed a bit of fluff between Joshua and Hanekoma? I will be continuing this archive so please check back for updates :) Thank you for reading!
