wicked ways, rated r. mikage/mamiya (garbage challenge). series-set. 433 words.
(i've done things i'd never thought i'd do so sure it helps to lose myself in you)
He fucks Mamiya, but sometimes he wonders if Mamiya is in fact fucking him.
It's an odd feeling, given that Mamiya always allows him the illusion of complete control. Mikage always initiates these moments, after all; it is he who reaches forward across the tank holding the roses, and presses his lips to Mamiya's. Mamiya doesn't protest – he never does – and he always follows Mikage from the water where the black roses grow in their pretty malignant forms to where they can be even more completely alone.
He can't remember ever having had anyone other than Mamiya, and can't imagine ever having anyone but. The scent of his body, the press of his fingers are burned into his memory, searing away everything but the knowledge of sweet dark skin, pale silken hair and too-deep green eyes. Mamiya is an omnipotent presence in his mind at the best of times, but when they are together like this…ah, it is as if Mamiya is completely taking him over, over and over.
He has his wicked way with Mamiya, yes, but sometimes he thinks that perhaps it is more Mamiya having his wicked way with him.
"Are you all right, sempai?"
How strange, that he still speaks to him like he is his senior even as Mikage muses that Mamiya is perhaps really the one in control here. "A little time, and I'll be all right," he says quietly into the dimness of this room under the Hall that looks so clean and ordered and yet is still haunted by the all-pervasive smell of smoke. He'd open the windows to let the fresh air in to whisk it away if he didn't already know that it doesn't work, will never work.
"You sound far away."
"How could I be, with every reason to stay here with you?"
It seems Mamiya's too-sharp ears can hear the faint uncertainty underwriting every word he says in this bed. "You're never wrong, sempai," Mamiya says quietly, dark fingers ghosting lightly over his bare skin in this darkness. "None of it is wrong, because everything you do, you do it for me."
"Do I?"
"You'd be a wicked man if you didn't," Mamiya whispers, and Mikage knows he is smiling because he can feel the shape of his lips as they press against the skin over his heart. "A very wicked man indeed, sempai."
The thing is, though, that Mikage is aware that even if he was doing this only for Mamiya, he'd still be a wicked man…and he doesn't even care. He also has absolutely no idea why he should.