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Fork In The Road

Furuichi smiled at Oga so sweetly, it hurt. To see the glitter in those doe brown eyes every time they met up made the demon's stomach roil. It wasn't fair to the human. Not when Oga had nearly forced himself on the silvernette. Of course the potion worked like a charm, Furuichi didn't remember a damn thing. That night at the club, Oga danced with Furuichi and cherished every single moment they had together. The sex was never rough, never greedy. Oga brought flowers, even if it was just a single rose, to every date they went on. Furuichi told Oga that this kind of tenderness wasn't what he expected out of the ex- Yakuza member. Of course, Oga hadn't really told Furuichi the truth about that either.

The demon wanted to keep the human from remembering any part of their past life together. Any small hint of the past would counteract the effects of the potion in less than an instant. It was a fickle thing, the potion, but it was working. "Oga?"

"Yes?"

"...Nevermind."

Oga set down the cup of tea he was sipping. Furuichi had been doing that a lot lately. It was obvious the little human had something to say, but would quickly change the subject if Oga tried to pursue it. The brunet demon thought about leaving whatever it was on the silvernette's mint to remain unspoken, but today, he wasn't all for it. Oga was never entirely patient as a human nor a demon. "What is it? You can tell me."

Furuichi peeked under his eyelashes and it had Oga loins stir. "I was wondering...I mean I'm not trying to say you're a brute or anything, but I know you know how to rough someone up, and I wanted to ask why you don't...do that...to me. During sex I mean."

Oga quelled down the fear bubbling up to his throat with another sip of tea. Oga knew Furuichi quite enjoyed rough sex. Oga knew that no matter what Aoi said about this being a redemptive chance for what he had done, the demon couldn't accept that. The demon couldn't accept their current relationship because all he was doing was saying sorry.

Furuichi didn't understand the pain behind charcoal eyes. Or the tender caress on his cheek. The silvernette tried to backpedal, trying to say that it wasn't a big deal, and that it was okay to say no, but Oga silenced the little human with a press of lips. Oga wouldn't have chosen now, but it was better now than holding back forever. Furuichi deserved better.

"Furuichi, do you remember me at all?"

"What do you mean? Like from the club?"

"Before the club. Do you remember me from before then?"

"I don't know what you're getting at," Furuichi pulled away from Oga's grasp. The anxiousness that put his muscles on edge felt familiar. Oga had never given Furuichi a reason to be nervous before, had he? "What's going on?"

"Furuichi," Oga put space between them on the brown couch they sat on, "I'm a demon."

Splitting pain knocked Furuichi behind the eyes. He hissed in pain, but felt more uneasy about the other occupant in the room than from the pain emanating off his brain. "Get out."

"Have a good life, Furuichi."

Furuichi held his breath until the demon closed the front door. When the silvernette's blurry eyes finally began to focus, he choked back a sob at the two glasses of water sitting on his coffee table. Furuichi hugged his knees until he couldn't ignore his thirst. Furuichi was able to remember everything that happened in their past as well as how Oga treated him after drinking the potion. Doe brown eyes stared at the glass. It would take him a long time to feel comfortable again, but Oga had been careful, kind, and nurturing. Not at all like the demon Furuichi had known at first.

Furuichi reached for Oga's nearly full glass of water and drank.