(A/N: I'm not a medical expert so please forgive for some medical inaccuracies that my fic might have. This was inspired by the documentary that I've watched about Waardenburg syndrome so I've a little bit of a research as I wrote this fic. No specific timeline as this merely takes place somewhere during and after the recent events in the final arc of the manga. There will be explicit sexual content. You know the drill. If it's not cup of your tea, then simply hit the back button there and don't go reading further. But if you don't have any problems around it then go ahead and join me in hell for this angsty sin. I don't own anything from this franchise. Respective ownership belongs to Ken Wakui for this wonderful manga).


Chapter 1

By: Aztec999


Poseidon's realm. That's what Inupi thought when his eyes clashed against the deep-sea irises of Takemichi for the first time ever since that notorious battle inside a sacred church against Taiju.

His eyes were the perfect shade of blue. It's like being tossed int the depths of the ocean whenever he gazed at them longingly and he found himself drowning perfectly into the circle of his orbit.

It wasn't the first time that Inupi had seen a person who possessed a pair of blue eyes.

But this was the first time that he had seen a rare shade like it that almost made his pupils stood out and the emotions magnified beautifully in those pair of ocean blue orbs that's akin to an expressive statue in Rome.

He also possessed a pale yet alabaster complexion that made his frame glassier and more fragile despite his reckless nature and countenance. It's an uncommon combo in Japan to both have an ivory skin and a pair of deep blue eyes.

His features became more prominent and striking when he stopped bleaching his hair and let out the natural color of his hair which was black. His messy, ebony locks made his blue eyes pop out more and brought out the stark contrast of his pale skin against the midnight shade of his hair.

And he found himself bewitched and spellbound every time his gaze would flit along the male, but he hid it perfectly under the stony mask of his face.

Nevertheless, it was no secret to some of the people who knew him like Koko of how he had greatly admired Takemichi ever since he displayed his bravery and sheer determination in winning against Taiju and fighting the star players of Tenjiku just to get Koko back on their side. Takemichi would only utter a simple request from him, and he'd follow him to the depths of the world beside him. And it was proven when he asked him back then to join Toman once again to defeat Mikey and retrieve him back to his side.

No matter how ridiculous as it may seem, he'd gladly follow his every word.

Even if he stood quietly right by his side, it seemed that the others knew on how deeply loyal he was to him and how his presence affected him greatly.

Except for Takemichi of course.

He didn't know whether to be thankful or be annoyed at the other's obliviousness and denseness which may rival the Great Wall of China.

But he supposed that he should be also thankful for his adorable naivety and blissful ignorance of his deep-rooted feelings for him just in case that the other didn't feel the same way and would make things awkward between the two of them.

Inupi quite remembered an idle conversation between the two of them that centered around his striking appearance a long time ago…

"I've got a Waardenburg syndrome Inupi-kun. It's a genetic disease that I inherited from my family I think…" Takemichi mused as he looked at the sky above that was littered with numerous stars in the middle of the night.

"A what…? Waardenburg…?" Inupi blinked a few times at him, not expecting for him to divulge an information that's more like a personal secret to him.

"Waardenburg syndrome. You know the reason why my eyes and skin are like these… Utterly blue and pale… Uncommon to have it here in Japan so that's why I'm prone to being bullied by the kids during my elementary days and always called me a freak of the nature. The only consolation that I have is that I don't have a sort of hearing loss and other abnormalities in arms or hands which occurs mostly to type II or type III according to the doctors." Takemichi smiled wryly.

Inupi was taken a back for a moment which was a rare occasion for him considering that he always had a quick response to almost everything despite his taciturn nature.

"You're not a freak to me though. I think your eyes are one of the most beautiful pair of blues that I ever seen in my life." He blurted before the tips of his ears flushed at his admission, inwardly berating himself for sounding like a damn idiot.

Takemichi stared at him owlishly before he laughed softly at his words.

"You think so Inupi-kun?" His eyes crinkled in mirth and humor.

"Yeah, I'm sure of it. I wouldn't gain anything from lying to you anyway." He replied bluntly even though he could feel his cheeks burning at the sight of his beatific smile directed at him.

There was a wistful smile dancing on his lips at the mere memory that was washed away by the shore of the present reality of their situation. It seemed like a brief refuge wherein time had momentarily stopped, and they can speak freely on what's inside of their hearts without thinking on the consequences of what it may entail in the future. Just a simple yet meaningful chat under the brilliant darkness of the sky.

He'd asked himself sometimes on where that time had gone by.

Those simple, idyllic times that he had spent with him were like a beautiful illusion that only happened in another sphere of reality.

A wrongful yet mesmerizing mirage in the harsh realities of their lives.

Inupi knew within himself immediately that he would follow Takemichi's bright light everywhere. His brimming potential, determination, kindness, and bravery reminded him of the golden days of the Black Dragons, and he wasn't wrong when he entrusted everything to him including the future and destiny of the Black Dragons itself and creating a new era. Even if he just awakened the Toman once again into their 2nd generation he didn't mind at all and followed his goal since he believed in him.

As always.

However, there were some nights.

Some nights that the raven-haired male was lost in the world that they're currently living in.

It seemed like he's an anachronistic version of what he used to be before all this mess had trapped them into this kind of tragedy.

His face was like a sand that was washed away from the shore. Restless yet sunken into the pits of hollowness and despair that seemed to swallow him whole. Everything around him is pallid and shadowed by the greyness of his life except for the vibrant hues of his ocean blue eyes.

The prismatic iridescence remained the same no matter what he looked like in an era.

A deceptively cloak of hope beneath his agonizing cries of anguish and misery.

For all Takemichi's innocuous remarks about his syndrome, it yielded him a facet that made him stood out from the crowd. The tantalizing, intense shade of his eyes that made his pupils always pop out and his glassy skin that magnified the vibrancy of his hair color and periwinkle orbs.

It started out as innocent gestures.

Featherlight touches between comrades.

Hanging out as friends.

That turned into midnight talks as if they're sharing a secret with one another.

Until…

…they both sunk into a quicksand of desperation and storm of their own emotions and wants.

There were some nights.

Some nights.

Some nights that he'd held Takemichi in silent reverence and embraced him gently in the bed and nothing more.

But there were some nights.

Some nights.

Some nights that he'd held Takemichi as if he was a fragile glass that would break any minute now and he'd cradled him in his arms like a wounded animal crying out in anguish, soaking his shirt with the tears of a fallen soldier in the middle of a war.

He'd whispered brokenly in his sleep about Hina… Mikey… Draken…

…and failing everyone else for that matter.

Inupi couldn't do anything as he watched him on his arms fell apart like splinters of glass shattering on the floor.

And Inupi would do anything for him.

Anything to make that pain go away.

Even if it required for him to give his aching soul and frail heart to him…

…with no reassurances that it will be returned to him into a complete one piece.

He will.

It was one of those nights in past that would flit on his mind like a vivid image from a Kodak.

Clothes were thrown over recklessly somewhere from the ground one night. The pale shade of moonlight making their bodies glimmered faintly under it. But for Inupi, it was like staring at a young God who'd walked down the path of the mortals. For the others to see him differently or merely weirded out by his strange appearance, it was completely different with Inupi since he was utterly mesmerized by him. His ivory skin was glistening under the moonlight giving him an exquisite glow and his eyes were a pair of glimmering gemstones in the middle of the ocean that gently swept him away into a promising world of uncertainty and nothingness, yet he still liked to dive in like a fool he was.

"You're so beautiful Hanagaki…" He breathed out.

His words made Takemichi blushed faintly and smiled sheepishly at him. "Just call me Takemichi from now on Inupi-kun." He replied softly.

Inupi blinked a few times, his heart stuttering wildly inside his chest as his name rolled off his tongue like a fine silk. "If that is what you want Takemichi. But if only you'll call me Seishu from now on so that we're even." He replied with a teasing lilt to his voice.

"S-seishu…?" His name came out of Takemichi's lips like an adorable little stutter. And Inupi found out that he doesn't mind hearing it on repeat every day.

Inupi closed the distance between the two of them and tilted his chin with his thumb before he leaned in and captured his lips in a slow, unhurried kiss as if savoring the warmth and softness of his lips pressing against his own.

Takemichi's eyes closed and returned his kiss softly, wrapping his arms around his neck as they fell back into the bed with him hitting his back on the mattress while Inupi laid on top of him, his body molding sensually against his that his legs brushed across his teasingly. It made him moan sweetly against his mouth. The gentle yet hot friction of their bodies igniting the fire within him.

Inupi swallowed his moans and soft mewls in one, searing kiss as he deepened it further, his tongue coaxing the other's mouth to open it wider and grant him an access inside. Takemichi complied obediently and let his tongue seek refuge in the sensitive interiors of his cavity and explore the hot seams of his mouth hungrily. Inupi's hands began to grow impatient and reckless and started wandering in every part of his body. One of his hands had caressed and kneaded on his chest, pinching on his pink nubs that seemed to perk up from the oversensitivity of his touch. Takemichi arched against him, his ministrations made his body shake like a leaf beneath him.

"F-fuck… S-seishu…!" He mumbled hotly against his lips before he pulled away and broke off their kiss suddenly to let out a wanton moan.

Inupi didn't waste his time as his eager mouth traipsed on the pale column of his throat and shower it with hot kisses and love bites. His other hand busied itself on squeezing at the plumpness of his buttocks before one of his fingers started to prod at his entrance teasingly, his sensitive walls contracting against the sensual intrusion of his finger.

Takemichi quivered under him, drooling at the overwhelming sensation bombarding his body.

"Seishu… Seishu… M-more please… don't tease me any longer…" He mewled like a kitten in heat.

Inupi smirked against his skin, his tongue darting out as he licked at the shell of his ear.

"What was that my dear Takemichi? Speak properly." He whispered seductively as he added another finger inside and started to scissor him vigorously.

A loud moan erupted from Takemichi's lips as his fingers explored deeper and hit his sweet spot.

"Please fuck me now! I want more Seishu! Please! Please! Please!" He wailed beseechingly.

Hearing Takemichi's voice was like a siren luring him into the depths of sinful abyss of temptation and the way his blue eyes glimmered lustfully at him made something snapped inside of him and the tight leash of control slipping away from his mind and body. A low growl erupted from Inupi's lips as he smiled darkly at him.

"If that is what you wish Takemichi, I'll do anything. I'll do anything for you." He murmured as he pulled his fingers out and licked away the hot slick dripping from them before he positioned himself on top of him and brought his legs on his shoulders.

Without any warning, he gave a one, swift thrust that stole Takemichi's breath and gasped loudly beneath him.

"F-fuck…!" Takemichi froze beneath him as he could feel his insides were being set on fire as his pulsating cock throbbed inside his walls.

Inupi's hands gripped the side of the mattress for support, trying not to move as he let Takemichi adjusted to his length for a moment.

"Let me know if you're okay now so that I can move…" Inupi said breathlessly as his body was wailing at him to move and fuck him ferociously on the bed.

Takemichi's pupils dilate as he stared up at Inupi who struggled for some semblance of control. Beads of sweat started to run down his temple and he never looked more beautiful than before. He licked his lips unconsciously at the tempting sight laid in front of him.

"Don't mind me Seishu… I'll be fine… Please fuck me the way you want it… I know you want to so don't hold back…" Takemichi whispered as one of his hands ran towards his torso and kneaded it temptingly.

A delicious shiver ran down Inupi's spine at his words and actions, a predatory look flitted across his features.

"If that's the case, then I'd gladly comply with your pretty, little request since I'm easy to talk to." The blond licked his lips slowly before he pulled away and slammed back into him with a renewed vigor and force.

The sensuous impact made them both groaned out loudly.

His nails railed on his back as Inupi continued to pound mercilessly into him that the bed started to creak.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Hit there harder! Fuck! That feels good… God…" Tears of pleasure cascaded down Takemcihi's face as he writhed wantonly beneath him, the feeling of his cock ramming his insides melt every coherent thought and left him into a babbling mess.

"Damn Takemichi. You feel good around me. God… Your insides are squeezing me tight!" Inupi dove down on his chest and sucked on his chest hungrily, his tongue lapping at his sensitive nubs as he plowed into him recklessly on the mattress. His body was moving on autopilot as he was operating purely on instinct and want.

Takemichi cried out in pleasure. The cacophony of his moans and mewls melded in the four walls of the room as Inupi piston his insides with a renewed vigor, his sensitive walls squeezing and milking his cock which throbbed deeply within him.

"Damn it Takemichi. So, fucking tight…!" He groaned out as the feeling of the other's walls gripping his cock like a vice inside spiked his libido through the roof.

"Bet you want it huh? Hungry for my cock and being greedy with my cum that you want me to fill you up with my pups. Is that it little kitten?" He chuckled darkly as he continuously pounded into him that the bed started to sway like a swing set due to their wild movements.

A shiver ran down Takemichi's spine as he stared at Inupi whose olive-green eyes turned a shade darker as lust and want swirled within those vibrant pools of verdant orbs. The normally stoic and placid man wore an enticing yet dangerous expression on his face. Feasting on his form like a predator stalking for its prey sinfully.

"P-please…!" He stuttered out as his heart thrashed wildly inside his chest. "Yes… yes… There… Hit there harder…! Want y-you to fill me up until my body could only remember the shape of you inside of me!" He drooled out as his eyes rolled back at the overwhelming sensations bombarding inside his body as he let him dominate every inch of his body.

His words and cries of pleasure shot right through his dick and Inupi's movements became more vigorous and hungrier, his hand making its way to his stomach and caressed it sinfully the bulge on it getting more pronounce every time he rammed his cock deeply inside of him.

"Fuck Takemichi… You're so perfect like this. Taking my cock eagerly like this and wanting to carry our pups…!" He laughed throatily only to be interrupted by a series of moans slipping past his lips as his hot, velvety walls clung to his throbbing length in synchronizing harmony every time he plowed into him mercilessly.

"G-gonna… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum!" Takemichi whimpered as fresh tears of pleasure of cascaded down his face.

Inupi leaned down and licked the tears away, whispering seductively into his ear. "Then come for me my dear."

Takemichi's body convulsed, and he reached his peak with a scream escaping his lips and shot his load against their chests. He moaned out weakly as Inupi continued to thrust ferociously against him, chasing his own release before the other groaned out loudly and painted his insides in hot, white streaks of his cum. The pleasurable sensation of being filled up to his brim made Takemichi mewled like a helpless kitten beneath him, clinging into him desperately for support.

For a moment time had stopped, completely enraptured at the mesmerizing sight in front of him. Inupi's legs slowly gave out and he fell on top of him, holding him tightly as if he never wanted to let him go.

"Takemichi… that was…" He trailed off, his heart beating wildly against his ribcage before he mustered up the courage to speak up once again.

"Takemichi… I… I… love you… but that's okay if you do not! I mean I could wait and—."

Inupi stopped his sentence midway as he heard his even breathing and soft snore beside him. He raised his head and stared at the sleeping figure in front of him.

Completely passed out from the exhaustion and exertion of their late-night activities together.

A bittersweet smile inched across Inupi's lips at the onslaught of memories flitting across his mind.

Maybe this was a sign to him.

A sign to him that he should be content on what they've had since Takemichi can seek the comfort of his body and presence.

But never his heart.

He can never have his elusive heart which was broken and yearning for someone in the past who will never came back.

He felt wretched but his weak heart would continue to yearn for him even if it would break too many times.


(A/N: Reviews are amusing so let me hear them from you).