(A/N: Welcome to the last chapter of this fic. Thank you for supporting this until the end and I hope you enjoyed this final chapter as much as I did when writing it. Enjoy this ride while it lasts. Lastly, has anyone seen the Tokyo Revengers exhibition? Like there was a giant golden statue of Mikey having a pose that's inspired by Buddha. It's like fulfilling the tags of AO3 and in here about kneeling at the altar of Mikey. And if we can have a golden statue of him, then when are we getting a big, golden statue of Takemichi as well? I mean there are tags of worshipping him so…).


Denouement

By: Aztec999


It started with a simple test of curiosity at a random bar antecedently.

For all the crimes that Takemichi had committed in this timeline under the crime organization of Bonten, he was frankly… and embarrassingly… an inexperienced lad in the sexual escapades department.

Callow.

Unripe.

Unsophisticated.

Chaste.

Or in more simplistic terms…

A virgin.

With all his one-time, previous relationship with his ex-girlfriend Hinata you would think that he had mastered the art of seduction and sexual prowess in the bed, right?

Takemichi would beg to differ and would exclaim on how sorely wrong you were.

His artless ambivalence and timidity towards physical affection with her had led them into nothing but shy hand holding and chaste kisses during the whole duration of their relationship with one another. It amazed him of how her considerate and understanding nature knows no bounds into his feeble attempt of physical forwardness which was merely equivalent to awkwardly slinging his arms around her shoulders or embracing her tenderly when they have their own moments.

But it was all in the past now.

The memory faded away in the back of his skull like a melted chalk of nothingness.

He could still remember that night around October after having his first kill of one of the traitors in front of Mikey and all the executives in Bonten as a test of faith and courage to join them. The glistening, wet eyes of the gagged traitor bored right through him as he despairingly pleaded for his life under that muffled screams and begging under that piece of cloth which was now wet with his drool and tears. The deathly expression on his face continued to haunt him even after pulling the trigger of his gun and the splashes of blood coated his face in splotchy batches of crimson as he stared mutely at the now dead person whose skull now bored a point-blank crack in the middle of his head.

Takemichi remembered on how he faced Mikey with an unnatural smile on his face and declaring his victory of passing their test with flying colors.

Takemichi remembered on how Mikey smiled blankly and hugged him as if he was a piece of silverware that would crack any minute now.

Takemichi remembered the hooting, whistling and small cheering from the Bonten executives, even stating that he was now a man who had a successful passage from a boy to a full-fledged adult.

Takemichi remembered on how he threw up and cried on the bathroom when no one was looking. His heart shattering and his mind slowly falling apart.

Takemichi remembered on how he wandered aimlessly at a random bar in Tokyo and how someone sucked his dick like their life depended on it.

It felt nice.

It good.

It felt fucking great that he could happily die the next day after experiencing that mind-blowing cock sucking from a random prostitute who wore a blue wig and had long, long legs wrapped around his hips and rode on his cock for several rounds and in several creative positions.

"What's your story?" The random prostitute asked him who simply went by the name Stacey.

"Huh?" Takemichi blinked at her for a few times as he wiped off the drool and cum on his face and thighs with a roll of a tissue.

Stacey rolled her eyes as she lighted up a cigarette and puffed out a smoke. "Look. I know the way around here. The way our clients want when they go here at our club but you're unusual. I could tell that this is not your kind of scene, and you don't do this kind of shit often. I'm not supposed to care about what my clients do if they pay me according to my services. But I can't help but to become curious."

Takemichi didn't know if he should be offended or not by that remark. Was he a walking virgin that even a prostitute like her could tell that this was his first time here? "No reason. I just want to try it I guess…" He replied nonchalantly as he looked away and threw the soaked tissues into the trash bin.

The woman just stared at him for a moment before a light chuckle slipped past her lips. "You're kinda weird. If you want to swing by again, just look for me and I might give you a discount next time." She winked at him playfully before she left his room with him staring at her with wide eyes.

And that was the start of his "late night activities" at the city, prowling randomly at every bar that he could find available and bedding an available doxy or hussy the whole night.

His body was in euphoria, mind floating on a cloud nine and senses numbed out in a pleasurable sin venturing in every vein on his body.

For a while, Takemichi's mind was occupied and distracted with something enthralling and delicious that his body craved every single minute of it. The money laundering, killing of the traitors, committing tax frauds, identity theft and every other unimaginable crime that he was involved with seemed like a distant noise to him. The voice of guilt and regret fading into nothing when he was drunk in ecstasy and being fucked like there was no tomorrow.

It started out as a benign habit.

All habits were.

Simple.

A small period in a sentence.

Until it turned out into ellipses.

There were times that he'd sleep beside Mikey on the bed and nothing else. Sometimes he would find Mikey in a good mood. Chomping down on his dorayaki and would talk to him about the things he liked, or how it reminded him what he was like when they were still reckless middle schoolers in Toman. Mikey was stuck frozen in a time where everyone was still happy and alive.

And Takemichi couldn't do a damn thing to stop him from spiraling down that rabbit hole of the anachronistic past that didn't even exist anymore.

All he could do was listen at the painful lurch of his heart and the agonizing despair that was seeping right through him. He'd held Mikey like it was his responsibility to make him afloat and still function in the present even if he was a walking death knell.

Sometimes he would see Mikey drunk in a stupor.

Sometimes Mikey would kiss him in drunken despair and misery. A kiss that tasted like a cursed to his own existence. A reminder of his wrongdoings and failure to save them all in every other timeline.

Sometimes Mikey would cry out Emma… Draken… Baji… or even Shinichiro in his shoulders.

And he'd let him.

He'd hold him in his arms crying until he slept like a log.

He'd became the unofficial caretaker of Mikey in their gang. And he thought that he deserved it compared to the things he promised and failed fantastically at. He thought that it was his karma, and he deserved this kind of fate.

Nevertheless…

Takemichi felt like it wasn't enough of a punishment to his sins.

Death was a charitable event to him if it's going to be given by the destiny to someone like him who's a complete scum in the face of the planet.

And he only knew the worst kind of punishment that he deserved.

Takemichi was restless. His mind racing. His heart felt like bursting out of his chest. He wanted more. He became reckless.

In the search for something more, he landed in a bathhouse. A gay bathhouse somewhere around downtown.

He found himself walking around the halls passing by the naked men, walking in a puddle of cum as he saw a man being pounded on the floor vigorously by another man whose muscles were bulging out at the ferocity and exertion of his body at his animalistic movements.

It was all a blur to him until he just found himself saying yes to a random guy who asked him if he's okay to fuck with him and being bent over at a desk while being piston by a guy that made him a moaning mess afterward. His body was still shaking like a leaf and his mind was still buzzed out as he walked around the maze of the halls and landed him in one of the rooms where there were several men inside of it. Takemichi didn't give a flying fuck if his body gave out in the middle of the sex as he found himself agreeing to them having a group sex and having bent over, kneel, and pushed against the walls like a street slut. His hole was wide open and still vibrating greedily as it accommodated several cocks after being passed around by the men. His mouth was wet and shiny red as it was put into a good use of being rammed by their dicks straight down his throat while he sucked hungrily on each member repeatedly.

It became an addiction.

Every time after a cruel mission from the gang and taking care of Mikey fell on his shoulders, he found himself being unable to control himself.

He needed a release. He needed a distraction. He needed this kind of punishment for being a fucked-up failure of a person he was.

He was more than a slut. A whore. A pathetic cock sucker who was reduced into a mindless bitch in heat as he was being fucked simultaneously by a group of people who wanted nothing but to unleash their dirtiest desire and fantasy towards him.

Takemichi would sometimes looked at himself in the mirror with a blank expression on his face. Thinking to himself of who that person was looking back at him now. Of what had he became. Of how low he had fallen from grace.

After the sex, he'd feel nothing as he took a bath mindlessly inside the bathroom. The load splashing sounds of cold water from the showerhead inside the bathroom drowned out his agonizing sobs as he scrubbed himself furiously until his skin turned red and raw from the loofah and soap. Even though he felt disgusted with himself afterward, his body continued to crave the delicious sin that the other people were giving to him.

The first few times he had asked himself what was wrong with him. Was he this pathetic that he'd sunk this low and became addicted to having sex with random people in a bar or bathhouse and nothing could satisfy him any longer?

His mind spun with swirling questions that he couldn't answer within himself that it came to a point that he'd became numb and indifferent to it any longer.

He'd stop questioning himself altogether as he could no longer differentiate the path of right and wrong that he was threading for himself.

He kept falling…

And falling…

…falling…

And drowned into his own weaknesses and submitted himself into a debasement…

He'd thought that no one can hurt him any longer.

How can he feel a kind of pain when his soul had died away the day he gave up and just joined Bonten just to kept Mikey's feet into the ground and stabilized him?

No amount of pain can make him feel misery and anguish once again.

Until he saw Kakucho.

Until he saw those familiar eyes.

…the eyes that shone and echoed their simple happiness back then when they were kids…

When everything was black and white.

When everything seemed easy for them and could conquer the rest of the world.

When everything…

…seemed okay and going right for the two of them…

The present reality of their situation was brittle glass of water. They're in the same place, same gang, same circle of people but there were invisible and small cracks between the two of them that's making them tethered on a fragile ground with one another.

Out of all the Bonten executives' that he interacted with, Kakucho seemed a complete mystery to him which was ironic considering on how he was his childhood friend to begin with.

He cannot read whether his addition into their gang and their world made him like it or made him more aloof against him. Nevertheless, Kakucho was not even the sole reason on why he joined them in the first place. He joined because this was the only way that he can make things right and to keep Mikey from spiraling even further down below the bottomless path that doesn't promise of a bright tomorrow.

He believed that this was the only thing he could do right compared to the other timelines that would make any lesser person killed themselves because of how hopeless it was.

But then…

Why did it matter so much…?

Kakucho's thoughts and opinions about him…

It mattered to him even though he continued to deceive himself that his opinions were not that important to him.

Upon chancing to steal a glance at Kakucho's figure one day, he was mildly taken aback that he was staring at him… silently studying him… as if he was a specimen under a microscope and was a subject for his observation and examination. It disconcerted him. But at the same time an unknown yet confusing feeling was emerging within him every time the other would gaze at him like he was penetrating deeply into his soul from the inside.

Even as they were kids, Kakucho had always a way within him to observe everything around him in silence as if he was trying to understand and analyze it from his own point of view. He remembered how scrawny he was back then like him, unable to fight back the bullies that always targeted him at the playground. But unlike him, he'd always tried to fight them back even if he was immensely outnumbered and scooped him away like from a cliché scene in a show where the hero whisked them away from the baddies. Kakucho would sometimes be embarrassed by his sudden declarations of wanting to be a hero and his own cheesiness, grumbling on how corny he was but he still continuously followed him until they became friends. He'd playfully chased him away when he teased him about his tawdry heroic lines and flashy cape that he was fond of keeping. He remembered the good times that they spent with one another, feeling as if they can handle every obstacle that the world would throw at them just as long as they have one another.

Until that tragedy happened.

Kakucho's car accident not only took his parents lives but also it took him away to another place in an orphanage and that was the last time that he had seen of him.

It was one rainy, afternoon in August that his child version of himself was standing like an idiot in front of Kakucho's house, staring blearily at the empty structure as if he gazed there long enough, he would appear in front of him and be back on his arms once again as his dear, childhood friend. His tears were invisible in the heavy rainfall as if the weather itself was mourning beside him that day.

Years had passed.

He made new friends.

Hinata, Takuya, Akkun and the rest of the Mizo Middle five crew.

He moved on.

But he knew in the deepest recesses of his heart and mind that there was that yearning for the long, lost childhood friend that possessed those dark, sable orbs that always gleamed with playfulness yet sincerity when his gaze fell upon him.

He felt like that their time together was erroneous. An anachronistic scene in his life that was washed away from the shore of his mind only to leave a wistful longingness on what could have been if that tragedy didn't befall on them.

Their meeting once again happened in the most unexpected of ways when they ended up in the territory of Tenjiku and found out that Kakucho had been part of the 'heavenly kings' as they speak. He'd remembered back then on how he'd fondly call him his "Kaku-chan" and shot him a proud smile of being part of heavenly kings in their gang. He'd seen those eyes glittered into something familiar and that nostalgic smile that he'd given him had come back all those memories like a stream of waterfall inside his head.

But now he can't stand that look.

Bewildered.

Confused.

And most of all…

The look of pity.

It made something inside of him crack slowly.

"Can we talk in your room?" Takemichi murmured, his eyes serenely downcast. "I don't want to be having this kind of conversation in the living room." He didn't wait for his response and made his way upstairs.


Kakucho took a deep breath and followed him upstairs in silence.

Takemichi's genuine look of surprise and horror would be forever etched inside his head as if his words had torn something within him that cannot be repaired simply by uttering a standard apology or regret.

Kakucho stood in the middle of his room in silence, gauging Takemichi who stood with his back in front of him.

"Takemichi…?" He called out tentatively.

Takemichi finally faced him with an indiscernible expression on his face. He walked towards his direction and stopped in front of him with only a few inches of space separating between the two of them.

With no more words spoken, Takemichi suddenly took off his shirt in front of him and threw it carelessly on the ground revealing his naked upper body that made Kakucho sputtered.

"Takemichi?! What the fuck are you doing?" He was completely caught off guard by the other's actions that he couldn't react immediately when Takemichi started to unbutton his shirt and started peppering his neck with butterfly kisses.

"This is what you want right? Now that you know my secret Kaku-chan you wanted to do it with me too? Don't worry I won't disappoint you since you're my childhood friend after all…" He murmured breathily against his skin as his mouth licked and nibbled on the pale column of his throat.

It took some willpower to pushed Takemichi away from him, his mind reeling at the sudden turn of events. "Takemichi what the hell?! I didn't come here just to have sex with you!" He exclaimed, his face morphing into an overwrought expression.

"Oh." Takemichi's action came into a screeching halt and pulled away slowly. He looked at him with a blank expression on his face.

"Then what do you want from me?"

"What do I want from you?" Kakucho shot him a bewildered look on his face. "Takemichi I just wanted to know… why are you doing all of this… and for how long…? I just…" He trailed off.

"You just what?" There was something in Takemichi's voice that made Kakucho blinked a few times, the unfamiliar bland tone making him reel back and cautious at the same time.

"I'm just worried about you." He admitted as he looked at him square in the eye to present the utmost sincerity of his actions.

A mocking laughter rang out of the room which made the other widened his eyes out of surprise. "Worried Kaku-chan? Why don't you just admit huh?"

"What do you even—."

"That you pity me? That you're fucking disgusted with me Kakucho?" Takemichi dropped the honorifics as tears started to gather around his eyes.

"Where did that even came from Takemichi?" Kakucho asked, completely stumped with the male's vitriolic accusations that shot right through his heart like a knife.

"Oh c'mon. Stop pretending that you care about me where in fact you just pity me and probably you don't want anything to have to do with your childhood friend who turned out to be a complete whore and failure at life." He laughed wetly as he furiously wiped his tears away. "If you're not gonna have sex with me and you'll just throw a pity party to my face then I don't need it. Please get out of my room now." He added as his voice grew fainter.

"Takemichi—."

"I said get out! Please…. Just… I don't want to see your face right now…" He hiccups as a small sob escaped from his lips much to his chagrin.

Kakucho felt like he couldn't breathe that time, seeing the cause of the other's tears and crestfallen look was him.

Him.

Out of all people.

Kakucho nodded in defeat and left the room in silence, closing the door slowly.

He heard Takemichi finally broke down alone in his own room but respected his wishes to be left alone even though he wanted to go back and scooped him up on his arms and tell him it's going to be all right.

He felt as if he was falling into a void. A void wherein the remaining thread to their fragile relationship was completely shattered and he doesn't know if it can be salvage now at this point of their lives.


The day rolled around slowly and Kakucho felt like it was torturing him with an anvil burdening his chest.

He could feel that Takemichi was avoiding him indirectly. It was subtle but he could see it in his eyes that he wouldn't look at him. Not engaging him in that inane yet sunny, bright talk with him just like how they're used to be.

It's like a stranger was looking back at him sometimes.

He wanted to talk to him, but trepidation and consternation held him back from reaching out to him once again. Fearing that he wouldn't say the right words and fucked things up further in their fragile relationship that was barely hanging on a thread.

It was inevitable that the tension between the two of them will be noticed by the other Bonten executives, making even Sanzu and Rindou commented on it as they don't generally care about the personal affairs of the other members.

"Did the two of you get some pathetic lovers' quarrel and shit like that?" Sanzu asked nonchalantly as he cleaned the barrel of his gun.

"Shut up with your nonsense Sanzu." Kakucho rolled his eyes as he put the finished paperwork inside their respective folders.

"But it's kinda true though. You and Hanagaki talk less and less with each other considering that the boy likes talking to you aside from Mikey. There's this one, gigantic elephant in the room that you both need to fix." Rindou drawled out as he sipped his whiskey from his glass.

Kakucho was about to retort when the door of Mikey's office opened and Takemichi came out with that forced smile on his lips that he was seeing more and more often these days.

"Koko. Kakucho. Come here inside. I need to brief you on the next mission." Mikey said tersely as he went back inside his room once again.

Kakucho internally sighed. He knew at the back of his mind that he needed to talk to Takemichi soon. By not making any efforts, he would be just delaying the inevitable.

And he wanted to smooth out things between the two of them before they go out on a mission once again.


"We need to talk." Kakucho stated simply as he finally cornered Takemichi alone in his room.

He knocked a few times and he already surmised that no one was probably going to answer when Takemichi's voice rang out from the inside and let him in to his mild surprise.

"But I thought we already talked in the past Kakucho. So, I don't get it on why you're here again and declaring that we need to talk. And as to what exactly?" Takemichi replied in a lukewarm voice.

Kakucho internally flinched at the way he addressed him, he wasn't used to Takemichi just calling him by his own name and he suddenly missed those times that he fondly calls him his 'Kaku-chan.'

He took a deep breath, clenching his fists to the side and looked at him square in the eye. "You're right. We talked before. But we haven't finished it yet since you told me to leave you alone. And I came back here so that we can settle things right here and then. I just wanted to say to you Takemichi that you're wrong. That day when I found out what you're doing and confronted you about it, it wasn't because of that I pity or disgusted with you. I did it because I care about you too much. That I wanted to know the reason why you're doing it. I wanted to reach out to you and held you in my arms and tell everything that's it's gonna be all right even though it wasn't. It would be hypocritical of me to do that when I don't even know the reasoning behind it. And I wanted to know Takemichi…" He swallowed thickly.

"Because I can see it in your eyes. Every time you had the goddamn fake smile or when you tried so hard to put on that sunny disposition in your face, I find it hard to breathe since I can't fucking stand it. Seeing you hide your pain. Call me names. Call me a meddling prick. But Takemichi I cared about you so, so much. That I wanted to know why… and how can I help you… to make it go away… You can tell me to leave once again, and I will not talk about this ever again. But I just wanted to let you know that I still care about you. Like back in those days when you save me from those bullies and reach for my hand, offering your friendship to me…" Kakucho's voice cracked at the end, feeling his palms sweat at baring his innermost thoughts and feelings right in front of him.

Takemichi stared at him silence, but he could see his eyes glistened at the oncoming tears from the male.

"Understand? You won't get it… These things inside of me it's hard to understand…! Do you hear me?" Takemichi lamented as a small sob escaped his quivering lips.

"Then can you please make me understand Takemichi?" Kakucho almost pleaded, looking at him in desperate longingness. "I'm not a mind reader you know… I won't understand what you're going through if you don't tell me what's hurting you here." Kakucho pointed to the left part of his chest where his heart lay and beat erratically inside of it, feeling as if it might burst suddenly because of the pent-up feelings inside of him.

"It's hard… It's hard Kaku-chan… To explain what's really inside of me…" He wailed as he fell on his knees and had a defeated look on his eyes. "I tried… I really, really tried to help Mikey and the others but why is everything so fucking wrong, and it doesn't feel enough?! This is the only way I know how to punish myself…!" He added brokenly as tears streamed down his face.

"Takemichi…" Kakucho's eyes widened in disbelief before he felt his heart break at the sight of him looking so worn out… defeated… and beyond miserable.

"At first it felt liberating… For awhile I could forget all this clusterfuck that's been happening around me and just turned off my thoughts and feelings into nothing but to feel so goddamn good at fucking with someone or being fucked around by these people that I have no attachments with. Then I just found myself getting deep into it. It's all I could think of. I became addicted to that feeling that every time after we did something shitty, I looked around the city for an escape. A temporary escape from these feelings and thoughts that're slowly killing me inside. Then…" Takemichi trailed off as a broken whimper tore out from his lips once again.

"…it all goes downhill from there. After the sex… after all that nameless hook ups that I've gotten with… the nasty feeling of guilt and hopelessness will come back to taunt me… and I just feel fucking dirty you know but I couldn't stop… I just couldn't Kakucho… and when you learned the truth about me, I panicked and felt more humiliated by myself because just the thought of you thinking so low of me… just… it hurts… it fucking hurts here… because… because… I have these feelings for you that's more than being friends. Even though it's wrong in so many levels I couldn't stop my heart from falling for you, so I locked it away because I know it won't go anywhere. But just the thought of you being disgusted with me fucking hurts… even though I actually deserved it…" Takemichi finished as he clutched at his shirt tightly as if the invisible pain of being shot in the chest magnified his anguish tenfold.

After the raw admission that Kakucho heard from Takemichi's lips, he found himself walking slowly towards his direction and kneeled on his spot, raising his hand gently towards his face but stopped midway as if asking for his permission first.

"Takemichi… you know that the way I look into you would never change regardless of the fuck up things that you do… regardless of if you fucking slept with some random people just to goddamn cope with all of this. The reason why I tried so hard to know your secret is that I couldn't stand that look on your eyes. As if something was making you more miserable inside and I care too much about you to just ignore it and let you go. And when I found out what you're doing… I'm too surprised… worried… but never disgusted Takemichi. Heck, you shot a traitor in front of our eyes and my feelings for you ever since we we're kids has never changed. I just wanted to know why you're doing that. I wanted to reach out and fucking understand you. And hearing you admit it now to my face pains me since these fucked up emotions and thoughts inside of you… I could tell that it has been tormenting you and I wasn't there for you to just… fuck, lean on my shoulder y'know? Hearing them directly from you Takemichi… I couldn't bear seeing you in pain like this. I know that maybe I'm not the right person to help you but if you let me in inside your heart and I hope I'm not too late because the feeling is mutual. I have feelings for you too that's beyond friendship… I think. No. I'm in love you with you for a long damn time. I know a lot of time has been wasted for the both of us but I'm still hoping that there is still a space for me inside your heart…" Kakucho replied, his voice raw with honesty and heartfelt declaration. His eyes almost glistened as he struggled to contain the turbulent emotions inside of him.

Takemichi listened in silence as tears continued to stream down his face, every word pierce right through his skull and his fragile heart. He reached out for his hand that was midway in reaching out for his face and place it gently on his wet cheek, leaning more into the warmth and security of his palm.

"Yes… yes… Kaku-chan. You're all that I want in my life right now. And I'll be the biggest idiot if I let you go since I'm helplessly in love with you as well…" He replied in soft undertones.

Kakucho shot him a wobbly smile of relief and affection before he leaned closer and tilted his chin gently towards him to claim his lips in a gentle kiss, fearing that if he made a wrong move Takemichi will disappear into his life.

Upon feeling the warm and tender lips of his against his own, Takemichi closed his eyes and returned his kiss softly and wrapped his arms around his neck as he brought him closer towards his frame. He savored the tender embrace that they were in as if they're both spellbound in an enchanting place that only the two of them existed and everything else cease to subsist.

Kakucho nipped on his lower lip gently and his tongue coaxed him to open his mouth further and grant him an entrance to which the other gladly complied and let the other explored the sensitive seams and crevices of his mouth curiously. It made him moan sweetly against his mouth that made Kakucho feverish and his body growing hotter against him. His sturdy arms started to scoop Takemichi's body and carried him towards the bed. Takemichi's mind was faraway and only focused on the heated kisses that the other was giving him. Upon feeling the soft sensation of the mattress against his back that's when Takemichi opened his eyes and pulled away. He gazed dazedly at Kakucho and belatedly realized that he carried him on the bed, looking at him in half want and half hesitance. Uncertain if he should continue further or not.

Takemichi made the decision for him as he reached for his nape and brought him closer until he was only a breadth away from his face. His eyes were swirling with affection, sincerity, love and want.

"Don't hold back Kaku-chan. I want you. For a very long time. So, please make love to me." He said in a beseeching voice that made Kakucho catch his breath, completely captivated.

"If that is what you wish, then who am I to refuse it?" He murmured before he leaned down and captured his lips once again in a kiss but this time it was more passionate and fervent.

Takemichi reciprocated ardently, his tongue battling against his own as the other slowly took off his clothes and discarded them one by one into the ground. The cold breeze of the air conditioner did nothing to soothe the fiery sensation on his body as Kakucho's hands roamed eagerly on every inch of his body, his caresses leaving a trail of fire underneath his skin.

It made him groan inside his mouth and he impatiently tug on the other's shirt as he hastily tried to unbutton them and shakily took it off and threw it carelessly on the ground.

The sight of his toned chest and well chiseled abs made Takemichi gasp out of wonder and excitement. It made the other took advantage of it and plundered his tongue hungrily inside his mouth, kissing him deeply and exploring the interiors of his cavity which made Takemichi moaned salaciously against his mouth.

Drool started to trickle down their chins when Takemichi pulled away and broke off their kiss to catch his breath, his face completely flushed, and his cheeks coated with darker hues of crimson. Kakucho didn't waste his time as his eager mouth latched onto the crook of his neck. He kissed, licked, and nibbled on the sensitive expanse of his skin that made Takemichi's hands carded through his locks and tugged on his scalp because of the electrifying sensation that the other was giving him.

One of Kakucho's hands had travelled down to his hips, giving it an experimental squeeze before it landed on his thigh and gave it a suggestive tug that made Takemichi whined softly beneath him. He squirmed and grinded beneath him, wanting to increase the friction of their bodies that made Kakucho hissed at the sensation, the pleasurable sensation going right through his dick that made him more aroused and turned on.

"You damn tease…" He growled lightly under his neck as one of his fingers had wandered idly on his entrance and slowly fingered him, probing his entrance teasingly.

The intrusion made Takemichi mewled like a helpless kitten under him, arching his back as the other added another finger inside of him while his mouth descended on his chest and sucked on one of his nipples that grew sensitive and erect from his hot breaths and scintillating sensation that's spreading throughout his body.

"F-fuck… Kaku-chan…" He whimpered.

"What?" He mouthed distractedly as his tongue lavished on the sensitive nub while his fingers probed and scissored his insides expertly.

"Please I want you now…" He begged, arching once again as his fingers hit his sweet spot several times that made him see the stars in an instant.

Kakucho took a one glance at him and that made something inside of him snap, the thin thread of control slipping past him as the sight of Takemichi being reduced to a hot mess under him now made his blood sang inside his veins and he can't wait to ruin him further.

He took off his fingers that made the other whimper at the loss of contact. He discarded the rest of his clothes recklessly on the ground and positioned himself in between his legs, making him wrapped the other's legs securely around his hips before he plunged in deeply, thrusting against his body that made them both moaned out loudly in unison.

Kakucho took a deep, shuddering breath and paused briefly, letting Takemichi adjust to his length and the position that they were in even though his body was screaming to ravage him and fuck him wildly on the bed.

"T-tell me o-once you get used to it…" Kakucho whispered breathlessly, his hands gripping at the sheets tightly for some semblance of balance and control.

"Kakuc-chan I won't break… So, please fuck me like you mean it." Takemichi whispered back seductively and licked at the shell of his ear and that was the go signal for him to move, a low growl escaping from Kakucho's lips.

"You really are a damn tease. Be careful what you wish for since I'm gonna fuck you till you can't even remember your own name the next day."

Without any warning, Kakucho pulled away and slammed back harder into him that made Takemichi cried out in pleasure and the bed creaked slowly at the impact. His body couldn't hold back any longer as his thrusts grew more ferocious and faster with Takemichi gripping his back fiercely that his nails dug grooves into his back. The pleasure and ecstasy overriding any pain and discomfort as he pounded into him, his cock being enveloped in the deepest interior of his scorching walls that made him groaned out at the sizzling sensation.

"Yes…! Yes…! T-there…! Hit there harder Kaku-chan! Don't you dare stop!" Takemichi babbled incessantly as his eyes rolled back at the mind-numbing pleasure he was giving him and abusing his sweet spot repeatedly.

"Fuck. You feel good inside of me Takemichi. Gonna fill you up to the point that you only want my cum and cock and nobody else you hear me?" He growled possessively as he piston his insides with his throbbing cock, ramming into him repeatedly that made Takemichi screamed out in ecstasy, tears of pleasure and drool cascading down his face.

"Fuck yes! Want your cock inside me! Feels good! So, so good Kaku-chan…! Please fill me up… want your cum inside of me…!" Takemichi mewled like a kitten in heat.

Kakucho leaned down and crashed his lips against him in an open-mouthed kiss, his tongue licking at the roof of his mouth. Takemichi returned his kiss wildly, panting and moaning against his mouth as he tried to match his fast rhythm, grinding harder underneath him.

His movements grew erratic as he could feel his body reaching his limit until he groaned inside his mouth as he reached his peak, shooting his load inside of him and painting his walls with the white-hot essence of his cum.

Takemichi soon came in right after, shuddering against him as he splashed his load against their chests.

A weak moan slipped out from his lips as the other rolled away from him and went to the bathroom. A few shuffling sounds can be heard inside before Kakucho went out, holding a cloth. He stared at Takemichi's debauched and bliss out state, still enamored at the sight of their passionate lovemaking that they did earlier.

"Kaku-chan… c'mere and sleep beside me…" He said throatily, his voice was still low and scratchy from the moaning and screaming that he did out of pleasure earlier.

"Just hold on a sec dear. I'm still cleaning you…" Kakucho wiped off the sweat and cum away from his thighs and legs, grimacing upon realizing the excessive amount of semen that he released into the other. "Too much… Sorry about the mess… Should've wear a condom." He sighed in defeat.

It made Takemichi giggled lightly, looking at him in fond amusement. "That's fine Kaku-chan. I mean I did ask for it." He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively at him that made the other sputter and blushed faintly.

"I'm beginning to think that you like provoking me." Kakucho rolled his eyes playfully.

"Well, who says that you're the only one who could badger me hmm? Ever since we were little you like teasing me and my corniness, so I want to return the favor since seeing Kaku-chan blush is really, really cute." He smirked upon seeing his cheeks painted in deep, rosy hues. It made him took one of his wrists and pulled him on the bed beside him and rolled on top of him.

His actions made Kakucho caught off guard and blinked at him owlishly. "Really Takemichi? You still want to go another round?"

"It seems that someone really wants to go at it further." Takemichi smiled innocently at him as one of his hands brushed along the tip of his dormant cock that's slowly rising back to life and growing erect once again at his ministrations.

A low groan erupted from Kakucho's lips as Takemichi's hand started to stroke his member lazily.

"Fuck Takemichi. I can't believe you're insatiable."

Takemichi leaned down and started to shower his neck with butterfly kisses and lovebites. "I want to return the favor Kaku-chan. You made me feel really good so can you please let me show my gratitude in return?" He asked coquettishly, batting his eyelashes at him.

With his look alone that's begging to be ravished once again, Kakucho found himself getting delirious and easily swept away by the haze of desire and love for the other.

He could never say no to Takemichi when he's being like this.

"Fuck yes…" He breathed out as Takemichi situated himself on top of his lap and sunk down on his member that was aching with need and want once again.

Kakucho watched Takemichi on top of him, completely bewitched and enthralled at the tempting yet sinful male who was bouncing on his cock like a spinning top. His pupils were blown wide, tears of pleasure coated his flaming cheeks and drool trickled slowly from his wet, red lips. His body moved in sensual abandon against him as he buried himself deeper on his throbbing cock that made Kakucho groaned lowly under his throat as he could feel his hot, fiery walls held his member in a vice like grip.

"Ngh… Kaku-chan… It feels good… so good… so, so good… ah… f-fuck...!" Takemichi mewled like a kitten on heat on top of him. Lust and ecstasy making him wilder and more reckless as he rocks back and forth on his body that made the bed creaked viciously like a moving swingset on the playground.

"Fuck Takemichi…! You feel good around me… like you're made to take my cock…" Kakucho grinded harder under him in return, his other hand reaching by his nape and brought him down on him to kiss him deeply on his lips, his tongue plundering inside his mouth.

Takemichi returned his kiss enthusiastically, opening his mouth wider as he let the other's tongue plunder the sensitive seams and crevices inside his mouth. Kakucho swallowed down his lascivious moans and wanton mewls in their filthy kiss with one another, licking at the roof of his mouth greedily as his other hand had kneaded his chest and pinched his sensitive nubs making the other shake like a leaf against his body and tore his mouth away from him suddenly.

"Ah… ah… ah… Kaku-chan… Kaku-chan…" Takemichi moaned out his name in throes of pleasure as the overwhelming sensations bombarded his body and was almost reaching its limit but couldn't stop his body from reacting instinctively against the other's hard thrust from beneath him and kept riding on him like there's no tomorrow.

He growled lightly under his breath upon seeing the debauched state of the raven-haired man on top of him. The sheen of sweat glistening on his skin added more to the enticing and intoxicating appeal and sinful beauty of Takemichi in front of his eyes. He couldn't tear his eyes away from him and was gladly being lured into the swirling ecstasy and lust that the other was giving him.

"Kaku-chan please…" He moaned out sweetly.

"Please what Takemichi…?" He asked in a low, enticing voice as he brought his hand up and caressed his cheek tenderly, wiping off the unshed tears on his face.

"Just take me now and fuck me because I… ah… c-can't… handle it… ah… any much longer… p-please…!" He mewled helplessly on top of him, his eyes were a shade of darker hues of indigo and brimmed with lust and pleasure.

His words snapped something inside of him, the remaining vestiges of control slipping out from Kakucho's mind and body as the instinct and want took over him and eyed the other possessively.

"If you beg for my cock prettily like that, I'm not gonna refuse a tempting offer laid in front of me." He replied throatily as he wasted no time in hauling Takemichi away from his lap which made the other whine needily at the loss of contact. He quickly switched their positions where Takemichi laid down on the mattress and him hovering on top of him as he pinned him.

Without any warning, he slammed back into him making Takemichi moaned loudly and wrapped his arms tightly on his back, his nails railed down on his skin that made the other hissed in pain and pleasure simultaneously. His thrusts became harder and deeper, the bed swinging back and forth against their wild movements.

"F-fuck…! Kaku-chan…! 'S good…! H-harder… keep going…" Takemichi drooled as his eyes rolled back in the overwhelming pleasure and ecstasy that the other was giving to him, the feeling of his cock abusing his prostate repeatedly melted all of his rational thoughts away and reduced him into a mindless, helpless kitten in heat under him.

Kakucho leaned down and claimed his lips in a ferocious kiss, swallowing down all his moans and mewls of pleasure in an instant while he continuously railed him mercilessly. The feeling of his hot, velvety walls surrounding his throbbing cock sent a dizzying yet addicting sensation on his body that he wouldn't mind getting lost on it over and over again.

"Kaku-chan… I love you…! I love you! I love you!" Takemichi mumbled hotly against his lips as he wrapped his legs tighter against his hips to bury himself deeper into his cock.

"I-I love you too…! F-fuck… T-takemichi… I think I'm gonna…" Kakucho stuttered out as he tore his lips away to latch his eager mouth to his neck and sucked and nibbled on the sensitive expanse of his skin as his thrusts became wilder and erratic.

"I-it's okay Kaku-chan… You can come inside of me and fill me up once again… I know you want to… and I want you to…" He whispered breathlessly against his ear.

Kakucho groaned out loudly and reached his peak, spilling everything inside of him and painting his walls once again with his white-hot essence that made Takemichi mewled helplessly under him as he rode out his orgasm, reaching his climax soon enough and painted their chests with his cum.

He breathed raggedly as his legs gave out and slumped down on Takemichi carelessly, his heart beating wildly inside his chest. After a few seconds, he felt Takemichi's fingers threading softly on his locks and kneaded his scalp gently which made him moaned out faintly at the euphoric sensation enveloping his body.

"Kaku-chan…Thank you…" He murmured which made him glanced up to see the tender smile painted on the other's lips.

"What're you thanking me for…?" Kakucho asked softly as his hand brushed along his face and tucked away the strands of his hair that clung to his face wetly.

"Thank you for loving me and making me feel this way again. It's been a long time ever since I've felt this way that I almost forgot what real love feels like. So, thank you." Takemichi reached for his nape and brought his face down towards his own to claim his lips in a deep kiss. "Thank you. Thank you. So, so much. Even though I don't deserve your love Kaku-chan. But please remember that my heart only belongs to you. I love you so, so much no matter what timeline we're in…" He murmured against his lips.

Kakucho was slightly confused on what his last words meant but before he could think of it further, it was overridden by his deep and overwhelming feelings for the other and decided to just focus on the present and cherished the sweet yet fragile moment that they've had.

"Don't say that Takemichi. You deserve everything in this world. And that includes me and my heart as well. I'm glad that the feeling is mutual because I love you too so damn much that the mere idea of letting you go just kills me inside. Here is my heart as well for your belonging. I trust that you will take care of it after all." He mumbled softly against his lips before he deepened it further, pouring out his feelings into that passionate yet tender embrace that they've shared.


They watched the seagulls flew around the shore as Takemichi leaned his head on Kakucho's shoulder while they sat on one of the rocks and watched the sunset together in the coastline of Kujukushima at Nagasaki. The weekend rolled in a surprisingly quiet and "boring" manner according to Sanzu hence they all decided to do their own thing while Mikey agreed easily seeing that he also wanted to be alone and take care of some things on his own.

Apprehension and unease crept within Takemichi first seeing how Mikey can be easily engulfed in his own dark thoughts and ideas when he was alone as evident in the other bad timelines that he'd leapt before. But then again, Mikey had insisted it and gave him some leeway to also spend time with himself and probably to sort out things with Kakucho, since he sensed the disquieting tension between the two of them these past few days. In the end, Takemichi couldn't force Mikey when he already made up his mind and stick to his own decision. And if Takemichi was being honest, he also wanted to have a break from his own responsibilities and have the bit of a moment with Kakucho. Ever since they had that heartfelt confession and confrontation with one another, they'd been inseparable. They made love every single night with Kakucho holding him tenderly in his arms afterward and whispered things that would make his heart sing in delight and tears of joy trickling down in his cheeks.

Sometimes guilt would still eat him alive, and he would question himself if it was right to be with him considering all the fucked up things he had done not only to the others but to his own life as well that even himself would make lose any shred of dignity and respect that he had with him. But Kakucho was always there to reassure him, even if he wouldn't say anything, he'd read him like an open book just like the old times. Just like they were used to before. He felt the burden with himself lightening. He found himself falling in love once again. He found himself giving a shot to the love that once eluded him and tore his heart into tiny little pieces.

And for once, Takemichi wanted to be selfish. He wanted to be honest with himself. And he wanted to be happy again. And he only felt that kind of feeling when he was in the arms of Kakucho, his childhood friend, his anchor and finally his lover, the love of his life for an eternity.

He was deeply, madly, and hopelessly in love with him.

He'd be a goddamn fool if he even let go of him.

"Kaku-chan remember when we used to build sandcastles when we're kids every summer? I remembered a time when your parents brought me along with you on a beach trip in Miyako Island since my parents we're always out of town because of work and they trusted your family too much that they don't mind entrusting my welfare to your parents." He said wistfully as his eyes stared at the horizon beyond them.

Kakucho cradled his head carefully so that he was leaning his head properly on his shoulder before he enveloped one of his hands against his own warm palm, giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Yeah. I remembered it even those times that you sucked at making it sturdier and bigger and always ending up being washed away by the huge waves of the sea." He replied with a soft chuckle slipping past his lips that earned him a weak jab at his shoulder and a playful whine from the other.

"Hey! I don't suck at it as always. There are times that I even made it bigger and stronger than yours! You're still a dumbass, meanie..." He replied petulantly, a small pout adorning his youthful face that made Kakucho laughed out loud and caught his other hand that was jabbing him, bringing it along on his lips and bestowed a gentle on his knuckles.

"But I'm your own dumbass, meanie though…"

Takemichi could feel his cheeks flamed at his sweet gesture and words, looking away from him. "You're damn too corny. Stop it."

One of Kakucho's hand encircled around his waist and pulled him closer to his side, almost bringing him into his lap and captured his lips in a soulful kiss.

"Never. You seemed to bring it out on me Takemichi. And I would never get tired to say and show to you how much I love you every single day of my life." He murmured against his lips.

Kakucho held him closer as he felt Takemichi returning his kiss with an equal form of tender and sincerity. Waves of fragile yet sweet memories and emotions came crashing through him and he wanted to cherish and loved him for as long as he was breathing. He knew that something had already been lost between the two of them. Their childhood innocence was just a washed-up memory that was long buried beneath their consciousness. But Kakucho knew that it was never too late to start anew with Takemichi all over again. To act on these feelings that he withheld for so damn too long. They're both fucked up people with nowhere to go and nowhere to run back to.

Nevertheless, he never felt more at home in Takemichi's arms.

Time was wasted on all those years that they've been apart.

But time was also of the essence that brought them back together in each other's arms.

And he'd gladly take a sweet refuge in the other's embrace even if the world fell away from them.


(A/N: If you reached this part of the fic, then I sincerely congratulate you for making it through the angst and drama that these two adorable dorks that went throughout this story. I have a sweet spot for Kakucho and Takemichi's relationship so I'm still hoping that Wakui will expand their childhood friend status in the final arc and gave more background to it since it had a lot of good potential. And hopefully we'll get a glimpse in their past more seeing that the author of the manga is recently producing these nostalgic background stories for our beloved characters).