Every as he sleeps Teru's aura never dims, his senses never settle, he always moving. Existing. Being.

And Shimazaki wants nothing more than to be there beside him.

He settles down into the mattress beside Teru, something really only designed to be used by one person. Platonically, anyway, something that Shimazaki had never had much use for. Not when it came to Teru. The soft hum of his aura called to him just as it did every night, or at least nearly every night. Sometimes he worked, sometimes he hung out with Toshi, and sometimes he was caught up in the million other annoyances that came with existence.

This was not one of those nights.

This was the kind of night where he could allowed himself to be drawn to Teru, the hum of his aura, the warm glow that never seemed to dim. He was asleep, Teru would never have allowed Shimazaki in his bed otherwise. No, if he had been awake they would have either been fighting or fucking right now. Shimazaki didn't know which one excited him more. It had been so long since he'd had an actual sparring partner, someone who could give as good as he got, someone who he wasn't afraid to rough up…but never hurt, no. Not in any serious way.

That part was over.

There were no hard feelings between him and Teru, he assumed anyway. Teru wouldn't have been pulling his punches otherwise. Shimazaki could tell. The kid he fought with these days was not the one who had tried to stand between him and world domination. The kid he fought with these days was more interested, it seemed, in showboating. Impressing him, or at least trying to. Or maybe trying to impress himself.

Shimazaki couldn't think of any other reason, really, for the kid to be the way he was.

To take on so much. Shimazaki was too much for him. In a real fight, not an eleven on one brawl with what he assumed to be another one of Suzuki's bastard children waiting in the wings, Teru wouldn't have stood a chance. He was strong, yes, but he wasn't grown. He wasn't as powerful as he thought he was, or he wanted to think he was. The things he tried, whenever he saw a power he just had to see if he could duplicate it, the way he always taunted Shimazaki even when he knew he was losing, everything seemed like it had been crafted to make Teru look like, or feel like, more than he was.

Which, admittedly, was a lot.

Shimazaki laid down beside him, the mattress groaning under his weight. Fighting or fucking this kid was a lot. He wondered which one would come tonight, how this kid would try and impress him. Fucking, well then it came to fucking he was worse for it than fighting. Trying to be something that he wasn't. Shimazaki may have been blind but that didn't mean he couldn't see when he was dealing with a virgin. For as big a game as Teru talked he'd still been a tight fit, almost painfully so, not that he had gone easy on him.

Shimazaki wasn't going to reward lying or anything, what kind of a person would he have been if he did?

It had gotten easier after that first time, or at least easier for Shimazaki. He eventually got it through Teru's head that prep work was important, spit was not lube, and even if it was Shimazaki wasn't going to sit through what Teru thought passed for a blow job long enough to get anywhere. Shimazaki had said choke on it but he hadn't meant literally…and he certainly hadn't said anything about trying to swallow it, throwing up on it, and nearly ruining what was most definitely the fifth most comfortable bed that Shimazaki had ever laid down in.

Or maybe fourth, Minegishi did have a pretty comfortable bed when they let him visit it.

But this wasn't about Toshi, their comfortable bed, their soft skin, their even softer tits, or the fact that they would have smacked him upside the head if they knew that he was here. Not because they were jealous, Toshi didn't do jealousy thankfully, but because he was being an idiot. Sleeping with the enemy, the former enemy, and also the age thing. He didn't have the most terrifying man to ever live protecting him anymore.

He snuggled in closer to Teru.

Shimazaki decided to take his chances. He could feel Teru's aura against his, the dim hum of it. Like sitting next to a refrigerator but not the cold part. The motor part. The constant hum…comforting in a way. He pressed his head to Teru's back. The gentle rise and fall of his chest coupled with his heart beat, and then thrupled with the hum of his aura pulled Shimazaki into a gentle lull. A comfortable one. He could have fallen asleep here if he had been allowed to, or allowed himself to.

But that wasn't how any of this worked.

He kissed the back of Teru's neck once, twice, and then thrice. One hand wandered to his throat, the other down the front of his pants. It takes two seconds for Teru to wake up, another three for Shimazaki's presence to register, and another four for Teru's aura to react. The dim hum turned into a loud sort of…not a hum but some kind of vocalization. Like when people sang and their voices got louder and louder until you could feel it from the tips of your ears to the soles of your feet.

But better because this was Teru.

"What the hell?!" said Teru as he tried to turn around. Shimazaki had him pinned, though, and the only thing he managed to do was bring more of his neck into contact with Shimazaki's lips. He bit a trail, a short one, from the back of his neck to his adams apple. Teru's voice reverberated through his throat the entire time, hitting Shimazaki's lips before his ears.

He tasted just as beautiful as he sounded.

"Oh. You again." Said Teru as Shimazaki's hand worked it's way past his pajama pants and into his boxers. He shifted away, or at least he tried to. The wall was too close, the bed was too small, and Teru was way too willing. More willing than he was willing to let on. But that was ok. That was what Shimazaki was for.

"You were expecting someone else?" asked Shimazaki before taking Teru's earlobe between his teeth. A shudder passed through Teru's body, a long sort of thing that made the bed beneath them quake. Shimazaki bit just hard enough to get him to do it again but not hard enough to turn this into a fight. He didn't know what Teru wanted tonight but he knew what he wanted and it wasn't a fight.

That could some tomorrow, Teru would come tonight.

"Well?" asked Shimazaki as Teru squirmed into him, not away. As much as he protested he never tried to get away. He could have if he'd wanted to, or at least he could have tried. Shimazaki…well, it depended on how he felt. Maybe he would have let Teru go, maybe he would have turned this into a fight, maybe he would have taken what he wanted until Teru wanted it too.

He didn't know or care how Teru felt but tonight he didn't want to fight.

"Maybe." Said Teru, his voice degrading into a high pitched whine. Shimazaki would have complained if he had been anyone else, the way his voice grated against his ears and all, but this was Teru. As grating as his voice could be his aura…oh fuck his aura…it moved with Shimazaki. Hummed with his. The two of them moving in nearly perfect harmony.

He bit Teru again. Harder.

"Like who?" asked Shimazaki, tasting copper. He didn't care who Teru brought to his bed. It wasn't like they were anything to each other. Two people who fucked sometimes, fought sometimes, and enjoyed each other's company. Nothing more, nothing less. He nipped at the spot his bit. Teru, again, whined. He whined and rutted into Shimazaki's hand.

Good boy.

"Are you here for any reason in particular or did you just feel like waking me up?" asked Teru, struggling to force his words out into something coherent. Shimazaki ran two fingers down his shaft and found his head. A bead of excitement collected on the tip. He spread it with both of his fingers. Slowly, gently, around the velvet that struggled not to rut into his waiting hand.

He didn't know why Teru was trying to hold back, it wasn't like they didn't both know where this was going.

"That depends on what you want." Said Shimazaki, pressing himself into Teru's back. Teru whined and ground backwards. He had tried, oh he had tried, to stop himself but he couldn't. He never did, despite his constant carrying on about how he was trying to be a good person. Good people didn't let men over twice their age fuck them whenever they wanted. So, yeah. That ship had sailed. Shimazaki worked Teru's pajama pants down to his knees and ground further into him, against him.

Teru stopped and tried to pull away.

Shimazaki had no idea who he was trying to impress.

"I want my bed back." Said Teru as he tried to pull away. Well, this was new. Lucky for Teru, though, Shimazaki had always been a lover of novelties. He wrapped an arm around Teru's waist and pulled him closer. Not much of a fight, really, because there wasn't much bed for him to scoot too.

Twin was quickly becoming Shimazaki's favorite mattress size.

"Too bad." said Shimazaki as he pulled Teru close. He decided to let him struggle. It was more fun this way, he decided, less like shooting rats in a bucket and more like shooting rats through the walls until everyone told you to knock it off because it was three a.m. and they were trying to sleep.

"Let go." Said Teru, his voice betraying his feelings. His voice betraying everything that he had ever felt. Shimazaki knew he wanted it, and he was feeling generous tonight. With one hand he held Teru in place and with the other he shrugged out of his pants. Times like these he wished that he had a better grasp of his telekinesis. Fine movements had never really been his thing. He had always been better with his hands. At least he thought that he was.

He'd never had any complaints.

No real ones. Especially not from Teru. One hand on his throat, one hand around him, and two lips getting perilously close to his. He wanted to kiss Teru, he wanted to feel the hum of his aura, the way his soul seemed to settle right against Shimazaki's, the way he fought against himself. The way he tried to stifle his moans, his gasps, the way he always devolved into begging.

He loved the begging best.

"Not a chance. Not until you tell me what you want." Said Shimazaki. He moved slowly up and down, purposely avoiding the head, avoiding the excitement he could feel collecting at the tip. Teru had to beg him for this, he decided, he had to earn it one way or another. Since he wasn't going to fight he was going to have to beg.

They both knew how this was going to end, and yet Teru still fought himself when he could have at least been fighting Shimazaki. Such a stubborn boy.

Much like Shimazaki used to be.

"I want you to go away." Said Teru. Shimazaki kissed his way down his neck and to his shoulders…his shoulders that tasted like sweaty cotton and smelled like that overly perfumed detergent that he loved so much. Flowery, but not for real. Not like Minegishi. Toshi always smelled like real flowers…but this was not the time to think about Toshi.

And not the time to be gnawing on cotton, either.

He let his hand wander. Up the shaft, across the tip, through the soft thicket, up the trail, past his stomach, across his heart, and then over his head. He made sure to take Teru's shirt with him. The annoying thing had really overstayed it's welcome. Teru, for all of his protests, let Shimazaki pull his shirt up. He even helped him.

So much for his stubborn boy.

"Liar." Said Shimazaki as he tossed Teru's shirt somewhere. He heard it hit the floor. He had no idea where the floor was. The entire world had ceased to exist, really, outside of this bed. This bed and the beautiful hum of Teru's aura…the mix of it against his. Like one of those instrumental tracks from a movie that was good enough to be a single.

"I am not." said Teru as Shimazaki's fingers ranked their way across his chest. He could feel Teru trying to turn around, to do the same. He kept Teru pinned against the wall. There were few feelings better than the feeling of Teru struggling against him.

"Yes you are, I can tell. Whatever happened to wanting to be a better person?" asked Shimazaki before he planted a kiss to the back of Teru's neck. He could hear Teru's nails scrambling for purchase against the wall across from him. Feel his toes curling into the sheets. It wasn't like Teru to lose so quickly…but then again it had been a while since they'd been together. Since he'd been in this bed.

Too long.

"I want you to…to…" said Teru as he threw himself back against Shimazaki. He was whining now, begging, both his voice and his aura. Shimazaki debated with himself, briefly. Did he keep on tormenting Teru or did he give him some much needed relief?

Teru ground against him. Maybe they both could use a little relief.

"To what?" asked Shimazaki as he turned over onto his back. He kept one hand around Teru. The other felt along the bed until he reached the nightstand. Teru always did this to him. The world might as well have ceased to exist. The only thing he could see, could sense, was Teru. The only thing he could feel was Teru. The only thing he could hear was Teru. The only thing he could taste, wanted to taste, was Teru…the only thing he wanted to feel was Teru.

Inside and out.

"You know what." said Teru. Shimazaki knew that he'd heard the drawer open and shut, and he knew that Teru probably didn't think that he was after Teru's candy stash. He took the cap between his teeth and popped it off…bubblegum flavored this time. Who in the hell made bubblegum flavored lube?

It didn't matter. It wasn't like he was going to be eating the stuff.

"Pretend that I don't." said Shimazaki as he freed his other hand and squeezed a generous glob of lube into his palm. He felt the bed warm. Teru. He felt like he was burning up. He reached a slick hand over and touched his cheek. He was warm, red too probably, whatever that was. People called this blushing, another word for turning red.

He didn't know what red was but he did know that it was quickly becoming his favorite color.

"Don't make me say it." Said Teru, trying to turn onto his back. Shimazaki pushed him back onto his side and pinned him there with his body. He could have used his powers but that wasn't as fun. Besides, he wanted to be with Teru. He wanted to feel Teru. To hear him. To taste him. To hear him. To know him on a physical level, not a metaphysical one. That was for fighting. This…this was another kind of fight, one that he knew he could win. One that Teru was letting him win.

He decided not to savor his victory.

He decided to take it one slick finger at a time. Index, middle, and then thumb. Maybe too fast. Maybe he should have given Teru more time, time to adjust, or to at least comprehend what was happening to him. But Teru had said that he didn't want to say it, to beg for what he clearly wanted, to even acknowledge it. Good people, after all, did not get fucked by thirty four year old former terrorists after all. Good people had simple, quiet, loving sex under the stars while angels played violins and fed them grapes or whatever. Good people did not bury their faces in their pillows while their forbidden lovers dug down knuckle deep inside of them.

Good people, too, didn't finish all over their walls just from someone going knuckle deep inside of their ass. It just wasn't good form.

"You still don't want to say it?" asked Shimazaki as he leaned over Teru's sweaty, panting, sticky body. Teru shook his head 'no', probably trying to look defiant. More petulant than defiant, really. A petulant, sticky, panting puddle seeping into the mattress. Kind of boring, really, and Shimazaki didn't do boring. He took Teru's earlobe between his teeth and sucked, briefly, before biting. Even that didn't get a reaction out of him. Well that was fine, then. If he didn't want to say, didn't want to ask, then neither would Shimazaki.

He flipped Teru onto his stomach.

"I won't say it either." Said Shimazaki as he climbed on top of Teru. He kicked in weak protest. Either he wanted it or he didn't have the energy to fight it. Either way Shimazaki wasn't going to wait. He took Teru's hips in his hands, palms nearly encompassing the whole of him and fingers nearly able to meet in the middle, spent a moment taking in the hum of his aura, before plunging into his warm depths.

Perfect.

Shimazaki didn't know what level to enjoy this on. There was the physical level, the tight warmth that enveloped him in a way that no one else had ever been able to. There was the metaphysical, the way their auras harmonized with each other's, meeting at the crescendo of each thrust and then resting for a moment before rising again, and there was even the emotional. He was winning, after all, and there were few feelings in this world better than winning. He didn't know how he was supposed to be enjoying this, which one, so he decided to just take in all three.

Too much was never enough.

Though sometimes too much was too much. He didn't last. It was always hard, really, trying to last with Teru. Shimazaki may have even felt something close to embarrassment as he reached his peak so quickly. Teru had an excuse, being fourteen and all, but Shimazaki was twenty years older than him. He'd been doing this since before Teru had been born! He should have been used to-

-there was no way to get used to Teru.

"There, you got what you wanted." Said Teru as Shimazaki rolled off of him. Shimazaki sighed and felt around for the covers. There was a surge of warmth, a shift in the bed beside him, a sudden burst of song, and then the covers were over the both of them. Teru was shifting in place. Towards Shimazaki, away from Shimazaki, again and again.

It was getting annoying.

"What I want is for you to sit still so I can get some sleep." Said Shimazaki. He ignored Teru's words of protest and pulled him close. He pressed Teru's chest to his, intertwined their legs, and rested his head on top of Teru's chin. He smelled winterberries. He felt the satin of Teru's skin. He felt the beating of their hearts nearly synchronizing…almost as well as their auras.

He felt Teru there. Bright, dim, humming, existing…being.

And he wanted nothing more than to be right there with Teru in his arms…he wanted nothing more than to kiss him…but that could wait. He had to save something for tomorrow night, after all.