Casually uploading smutty filler chapter. HINT: nothing of value happens here. Well, kind of. Anyway, more actual plot will be uploaded soon, but for now, enjoy this!

MxM relationships.
I do not own DRRR.

"How about...we level the playing field?"

Tsugaru's eyes widened as Delic's face came closer and closer to his own. He breathed in a shaky breath, unsettled and rather confused by the whole thing. He was faced with only pink as he breathed in the scents of cinnamon and vanilla—pure sin, the scent of the pink-eyed devil in front of him, and his lips instinctively parted. Before he knew it, the other man's mouth was on his, lips melding to his own, working against his own.

He knew he should pull away—Delic was practically his brother, not to mention Tsugaru was not some sort of, of whore! Still, this was too good to resist. He felt a tongue slide over his lips, silently asking for entrance, and Tsugaru parted his own, unable to resist. Delic wasted no time in slipping his tongue into Tsugaru's mouth, rubbing the wet muscle against his tongue. Tsugaru shivered, and Delic pulled back slightly, grabbing Tsugaru's bottom lip with his teeth and pulling slightly, and then looked at Tsugaru with an expression that could've driven a saint to sin.

Unable to help it, Tsugaru let out a rather throaty moan—between this man's skill and his recent fantasies he was sexually overwhelmed. In that instant, something clicked in Tsugaru. He grabbed Delic's hair and pulled the man closer, momentarily losing control of his legendary calm.

He acted purely on instinct, now taking the other man's tongue and sucking on it before hearing the other man groan in response. It must have been then that Delic decided to launch his next attack, because from then on it was like a battle: tongues roamed, teeth nipped, and noises were made that were way beyond suitable for minors.

Tsugaru lost track of time, and before he knew it, he was leaned over Delic on top of the table, which the other man must've climbed over at sometime. The two were grinding hips, never once losing contact with each other's bodies as they got more and more entangled in each other.

Tsugaru felt Delic's hand roam down his body and come to rest on his still clothed erection, and that inspired Tsugaru to action. He stood up, hauling Delic up over his shoulder with ease, and started to make his way towards his bedroom. He kicked open the door with no effort, and glanced around his room.

He set Delic down none too gently on his bed and then sat down himself with the intention of removing his clothing. Delic glanced over at him, and it was whilst staring into the pink pools that a thought dawned upon Tsugaru: what in the actual /fuck was he doing? The pink was slightly the wrong shade, and held the wrong expression. This was not the blend of naughty and innocent that Tsugaru had been longing for. The fire that had started all this burned out of Tsugaru, and he abruptly stood up.

"...I'm not entirely sure, what happened there, but whatever it was has passed."

Delic raised an eyebrow at him, smirk on his face, and ran a hand through his hair.

"Not sure? Well obviously you snapped. And it was pretty damned hot, I must say. Imagine, the ever-tranquil Tsugaru flipping his shit. Nice, man." Tsugaru sighed and put his hand up to his mouth, wiping away excess saliva from his swollen and still-sensitive lips. Now it was his turn to raise an eyebrow.

"Yes, well, I am a Heiwajima, after all." Delic flashed his teeth and got up off the bed where he had been thrown, sweats noticeably displaced by his lingering erection.

"True that. So much for pointers, Tsugaru; you obviously grab life by the horns—or hair, as it were. I'm not worried about you in the slightest. Anyway, if we're finished here then I shall see you in a minute—I've got something that needs to be taken care of, if you catch my drift." he winked and exited the room.

Tsugaru blushed. That man was just too much! He went to the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror: messy hair, flushed skin, and red lips...and possibly a glow in his eyes that hadn't been there before?

He swore he was not smiling as he left to reassemble his appearance.

[just imagine a plot-separating asterisk here.]

Psyche stood back in the room he designated as his art studio just looking at his painting. It had turned out better than he expected: it was a black and white landscape of a bridge overlooking a river. The figure, the man, was crouching next to the side of the blue, blue river. He was lanky and shaded all in blue, from the strands of hair that were blocking his face to the way he looked at the tiny blue flowers in front of his face. His eyes had taken Psyche the longest. They weren't that large, but drew the focus to them from anywhere in the painting.

The luminous blue orbs held wisdom and compassion, strength and mercy, promises and fulfillment. Psyche looked back and then stood with both fists at his side, a resolve made up in his head: he would meet this man, and soon.

And so the plot thickens...Delic is such a slut. Thank you guys for all the alerts and reviews!