Hakutaku couldn't think straight all day. Luckily it happened to be a quiet day for the pharmacy, and Momotaro could fill in for the things Hakutaku was too distracted to do.

Finally, lunchtime rolled around Hakutaku headed to the kitchen to make some soup, racking his brain for memories of that night to piece together while he chopped vegetables.

I came on to Hozuki?

It sounded preposterous to him, and he shoved the thought aside, aiming his focus on the knife and vegetables in front of him. He managed to forget about it for a few minutes, before sudden flashes of memory came to him that made him freeze.

Oh no.

I came on to Hozuki.

He remembered it. He remembered initiating the kiss, reaching into Hozuki's kimono, and—

He shuddered. There was no denying it. There he was in his mind's eye, making out with the man he hated the most, then going for his dick.

But it wasn't just that. It was what Hozuki said to him that got to him.

Hozuki desires me.

Hakutaku didn't know how to feel. Shock? Disgust? Triumph? He'd gotten the demon to admit something rather personal and embarrassing to him, after all.

But Hakutaku didn't feel any of those things.

He flushed a little as he remembered his actions that night, the desperation he felt, how badly he wanted Hozuki. He remembered the conclusion he came to after hearing Hozuki's confession. A conclusion he was coming to now.

...I want him too.

Hakutaku dropped the knife.

"Hakutaku?" Momotaro came bounding into the kitchen. "Are you alright?"

"Yes, I'm fine." Hakutaku faced away from him, hiding his expression as he walked swiftly toward his room, locking the door and sitting on the bed with his head in his hands.

Fuck.

This was the reason he was so out of it lately, why he couldn't pick up women, why he had so little interest in them when he did. He couldn't believe himself.

And what was with Hozuki? Since when had he been interested in sex? Obviously it had to be since before they slept together that first time, but he certainly didn't show it. And why Hakutaku? Hakutaku hated to admit it but Hozuki was a good-looking guy, not to mention a man with a powerful position in Jigoku. He could have any woman he wished for. Hakutaku was a man, and a man he hated to boot. It just didn't make sense.

Hakutaku wondered what would happen now. Hozuki had told him how he felt. He also knew how Hakutaku felt, thanks to the alcohol doing away with his inhibitions that night, as well as any scrap of sanity he had left. They both wanted each other. Would they just carry on as normal without saying a word about it?

Hakutaku thought back to the confusing and uncomfortable weeks he'd spent alone after sleeping with Hozuki. He didn't want to go back to that.

He had decided. With a word of goodbye to Momotaro, Hakutaku went to Jigoku.

—

Hozuki was in his room when Hakutaku barged in. In the span of a second, the demon sent his club hurtling toward Hakutaku, pinning him to the wall.

"I keep the door unlocked not as an invitation, but because I expect people to have the courtesy to knock before entering," Hozuki said, unfazed. He walked to the door, locked it, then threw Hakutaku onto the bed.

"Why did you come here?"

Hakutaku sat up suddenly, pulling Hozuki onto the bed as well and pinning him to the mattress.

"What exactly do you want from me?" he asked, spoken more like a statement than a question.

"What I want?"

"Yes. When you kissed me, and I kissed you, what were your expectations?" Hakutaku's face was inches away from Hozuki's, his eyes fierce. Hozuki paused before answering.

"I wanted you."

"Yes, and? Once? Twice?"

"Elaborate."

"I'm asking you if you'd want it to happen again." Hakutaku straddled his waist, clutching at the front of his kimono. "How many times."

Oh.

Hozuki thought about it. The answer was obvious, with all the dreams he'd been having, the kinds of thoughts that had been plaguing his mind on the daily. He met Hakutaku's eyes with the same intensity.

"As many as possible."

That was all Hakutaku needed to hear. He pulled Hozuki into a kiss.

—

After a minute, Hakutaku pulled back.

"You have my cell number and I have yours," he panted, "We can call each other when we want to meet up." He began stripping Hozuki of his kimono.

"Nights are better for me. We can alternate whose place we go to, or perhaps go to a hotel occasionally," Hozuki replied. He stopped Hakutaku. "I can't do this right now, I have other obligations." He was hard, but now really wasn't a good time.

Hakutaku frowned, but got off of him, adjusting his clothes. "Fine. I'll meet you here tonight." He unlocked the door, checked to see if anyone was nearby, then left.

—

Hozuki was a little stunned. He hadn't expected Hakutaku to do that; to come to his room of all places, straddle his lap, and ask Hozuki for more. While working, he found himself feeling excited for the night to come; distracted, but in a way that was different than before. With a face like Hozuki's it was difficult for others to recognize his good mood, but they felt that Hozuki seemed a bit more himself than he had been of late.

Night came, and at around 12 am, while Hozuki was reading at his desk, he heard the clack of his door opening. Hakutaku quietly stepped in and locked it behind him. He didn't say a word, just sat on Hozuki's bed and started undressing.

Hozuki followed him, and began to remove his kimono.

"You know you still haven't paid me back for not leaving you to sleep in an alleyway," Hozuki said, his voice low.

"And you still haven't been punished for taking advantage of me while I was drunk. I didn't know you had those kinds of hobbies," Hakutaku snarked back.

"I don't. But a sex-crazed womanizer like you doesn't deserve my sympathy or respect."

"As if a ruthless demon like you deserves mine."

Hakutaku lead Hozuki to the bed and pushed him down before climbing on top of him. "We're doing it this way today, since you got to do whatever you wanted with me."

"I think you're misremembering that night, but be my guest," Hozuki replied, reaching into a drawer to get some salve and coating his fingers with it.

"What are you doing? I can do it myself," Hakutaku grabbed the tin from Hozuki's hand and coated his fingers as well, then leaned back to stretch himself open.

Hozuki lay silently, raking his eyes up Hakutaku's nude body. He'd seen it before, of course, but only once when he was drunk out of his mind, and another time when he was trying to shove Hakutaku in bed. Hakutaku was muscular but slim, with small pink nipples Hozuki resisted the urge to touch. Instead, he focused on Hakutaku's fingers entering his hole, the way he shivered, his eyelids fluttering, the little sounds he bit back whenever he grazed over his prostate.

Hakutaku opened his eyes to see Hozuki staring at him quite intensely. He flushed and stopped moving.

"What are you looking at?"

"The view," Hozuki replied coolly. In truth he was very turned on, but Hakutaku didn't need to know that. "You were the one who chose this position."

"Shut up."

Hakutaku pretended it didn't bother him and continued stretching himself. After a few minutes, he stopped and removed his fingers.

"We should be good now," he said, moving to rest on Hozuki's thighs as he reached for the demon's member. Hakutaku's eyes widened.

Hozuki was big, something his drunk self had never noticed. He would've wondered whether it would fit if he hadn't already done this before.

"Well, go ahead," Hozuki said. He was hard, yet his expression hadn't changed at all.

Hakutaku glared at him before positioning Hozuki's cock against his hole and pushing down.

"Ah!"

He clamped his own mouth shut with his hand. Hakutaku had forgotten what it felt like to be filled up; if he'd realized Hozuki's size, he would've stretched himself out for longer. It had been awhile since the last time he'd taken a dick, so it would take some getting used to. He closed his eyes as he slowly lowered himself down to the hilt.

Hozuki watched Hakutaku with interested eyes. It seemed that he was in pain, but pain wasn't the only thing he was feeling. Hozuki closed his eyes as well, taking in Hakutaku's warmth and tightness, savouring it.

After a few minutes, Hakutaku began moving. His hands were pressed against Hozuki's stomach as he slowly lifted and lowered himself onto the demon's cock. The pain gradually became secondary as Hakutaku accommodated for Hozuki's size, adjusting his position so the demon's cock hit him in just the right way. Hakutaku closed his eyes, concentrating on the pressure inside him, the feeling of being so full, the pleasure thrumming inside him threatening to burst.

Hozuki resisted the urge to thrust up into Hakutaku's heat. Truthfully, he'd rather push Hakutaku down and take him any way he liked, thrusting roughly out of anger, and hate, and lust — but this too had its own charm. Seeing Hakutaku shamelessly getting himself off using Hozuki's cock was quite a sight.

Hakutaku's own cock was hard and dripping wet, so far untouched. Small sounds began to spill from his lips; he covered his mouth with one of his hands and used the other to stroke himself, getting faster, faster. The room was filled with the sound of slick skin on skin and heavy breathing; Hozuki himself suppressing groans as Hakutaku pounded against him.

Hozuki wondered what people would do if they knew what was going on in his room at that moment. That Hozuki, Hozuki of all people had brought a man into his room, the very man he hated the most? That he was fucking him right under their very roof? He would rather kill Hakutaku than let it slip that he had had sex with someone as disgusting as him, but it was also the very act of keeping the secret that Hozuki liked.

He watched Hakutaku chasing his release, and began to thrust back a little bit, testing his reaction. The pitch of Hakutaku's voice changed, becoming higher as Hozuki aimed at the places Hakutaku had shown he liked.

Good reaction, he thought, and began to thrust harder, with purpose. They continued like this, Hakutaku's noises gradually becoming louder and more desperate.

Eventually Hakutaku began to lose focus, his hand slipping from his mouth. He let out a small gasp, followed by a quiet, desperate whine that Hozuki could barely hear:

"H…zuki!"

Hozuki couldn't take it anymore. He flipped their positions and began pounding Hakutaku into the mattress, biting Hakutaku's neck at the same time.

"Ah! Ah!" Hakutaku's hand was no longer covering his mouth, and moans spilled through his lips.

"Bite my shoulder if you can't keep quiet," Hozuki said, leaning forward so Hakutaku's mouth could reach. Hakutaku did so, his cries now muffled, but unceasing.

Hozuki continued thrusting ruthlessly, aiming to graze over Hakutaku's prostate each time. From the look and sound of it, he was succeeding, as Hakutaku bit harder into his shoulder and the muffled moans became louder. Hakutaku's cock was leaking furiously, and Hozuki could tell he was close. He himself was close.

Hozuki wrapped one hand around Hakutaku's length and began stroking in time with his thrusts.

"Mmmmph!"

Hakutaku squirmed underneath him then came, crying into Hozuki's shoulder. Hozuki continued until he finished as well, riding out his orgasm with slow, shallow thrusts.

When Hakutaku let go of Hozuki's shoulder, he gasped, collapsing against the pillow. Heavy breathing filled the room, eventually slowing to a normal pace as the two men caught their breath.

"I said…we were…" Hakutaku didn't finish his sentence. He was annoyed Hozuki had changed their positions, but too tired at that moment to protest.

Hozuki collected himself quickly, slightly out of breath but otherwise sitting calmly on the bed.

"How long do you need?" he asked after a minute.

"How long do I need for what?"

"How long do you need to rest? Before the next round." Hozuki looked Hakutaku in the eyes. He didn't look like he was joking.

"Are you serious?" Hakutaku asked, bewildered. "You want to go again?"

Hozuki stared at him blankly, as if to say, "Obviously."

Hakutaku shuddered. Demons had crazy stamina, apparently. Or maybe it was just Hozuki? He wouldn't be surprised; Hozuki was a demon among demons.

Hakutaku thought about it for a minute. It had felt good, better than any he'd gotten in ages, and they still had the rest of the night ahead of them. Should he go for another round?

Why not.

"Give me ten minutes," Hakutaku said. "And this time I'm staying on top."